The Dynasty Spectrum
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
July 29, 2008
The crown jewel of Platinum Dynasty Wrestling shimmers in a spotlight of fluorescence. It is the object of desire for every superstar to ever walk through the doors of the company. The camera pans around the beautiful, majestic mountain of glory in the form of the Platinum Championship. The camera slowly pans around the belt, sitting atop a glass desk, displaying the empty name plate before slowly panning out. As the shot widens, Star can be seen sitting behind her desk, her eyes focused on the title belt that sat before her. As the camera panned out even more Angelique Deveraux soon came into view. She too seemed mesmerized by the belt.
Angelique Deveraux: Do you think maybe we should…
Star holds up her hand, stopping her sister in mid sentence.
Star Deveraux: Lets just…see what happens.
They both fall silent once again, barely breathing as their eyes take in the splendor that is this belt.
Angelique Deveraux: Perhaps it’ll be…
Star Deveraux: We’ll just see what happens!
Angel looks at her sister before looking back at the belt and then sighs hopelessly.
Star Deveraux: We’ll do it when the time is right.
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
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, bouncing up and down on the ropes while pointing at the Bloodshed Championship around his waist before pointing at both Pete Ebdon and Christy Matthews, both of whom are sporting championship belts as well.
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
As the three Pantheon members enter the ring and their personal Pantheon security begin to surround it one of the seeming escorts, a female with short blonde hair who some fans may recognise as Abigail Young, one of Ebdon’s various “followers”, grabs the microphone from the hand of Sammantha Jinx and rolls in to the ring under the bottom rope. By the time the camera’s focused on her standing in the middle of the ring in a similar fashion to Sammantha Jinx we see Pete Ebdon sitting in the corner of the ring with Christy sitting on his lap and Jaxx lying across the ropes in the opposite corner with his feet up. As she raises the microphone to her lips Jaxx jumps down and steps behind her and Christy and Pete both get to their feet and join the Bloodshed Champion in position behind the apparent ring announcer.
Abigail Young: Ladies and gentlemen it is my privilege to introduce to you the group who are helping ensure that the future of this company is in very safe hands.
She looks over her shoulders at the three champions lined up behind her.
Abigail Young: Introducing, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, known as "The King of Sin" and "The Diamond Standard", despite having to fight a handicap match last week was Speak No Evil he is STILL YOUR PDW BLOODSHED CHAMPION, he is “THE SINNER” NICHOLAS JAXX!
Jaxx nods his head proudly before raising the championship belt above his head to a mixed reaction from the fans, who seem to be warming to his rather odd mix of hardcore brutality and comedy, or perhaps they’re just happy to see him still wearing the championship as opposed to either one of the Royal Cartel.
Abigail Young: And now, from Overland Park, Kansas, a woman who is single-handedly carrying the torch for the future of women in this sport, the woman who defeated the longest reigning Cyber Champion in PDW history at Speak No Evil to become YOUR NEW PDW CYBER CHAMPION, she is “THE UNTOUCHABLE” CHRISTY MATTHEWS!!
The crowd boo as she steps forward now and raises the Cyber championship in to the air and you can see if you look closely that she’s actually shaking a little in a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
Abigail Young: And now ladies and gentlemen the one you’ve been waiting for. The man who ran the gauntlet last night against two of the most competitive members of the PDW roster, the man who is now TEN WINS without a loss in PDW and the man who tonight will be crowned the FIRST WINNER OF THE PDW PLATINUM CUP, originally from London, England but now hailing from THE CITY OF ANGELS, he is The Anointed One: The Messiah of Professional Wrestling and Lord of the Ring and he is YOUR PDW PRODIGY CHAMPION, he is PETE EBDON!
Ebdon steps forward now and raises his championship belt in to the air as well so that all three are standing in a line with their championship belts held above their heads. The fans boo again as Ebdon just stands there with a smirk on his face seemingly accepting their hatred of him happily as Abigail hands the microphone across to him. The fans begin to chant “WHERE’S YOUR LEADER” just as they did in New Jersey and Ebdon just laughs and shakes his head.
Pete Ebdon: I’m going to assume you’re making reference to Joshua Payne but just in case it slipped your notice Payne wasn’t even at the pay per view last night and yet we had more success there than this group has EVER had before. Between the three of us last night we defeated SIX – count them if you so wish – SIX different PDW wrestlers and we now stand before you with THREE QUARTERS OF THE GODDAMN CHAMPIONSHIP BELTS THIS COMPANY HAS ACTIVE! What I’m trying to say is FUCK JOSHUA PAYNE because we proved last night in superb style that we’re stronger without him than we EVER were with him.
A large portion of the fans actually cheer, although no doubt because their hatred for the former Platinum Champion outweighs their hatred for the three in the ring and not because of any allegiance that any of them feels toward the Pantheon with or without Payne at the helm.
Pete Ebdon: And Joshua Payne is actually part of the reason we’re out here right now because Joshua Payne had a reasoning for starting up the Pantheon and that was because he needed to eliminate the competition. He needed a way to keep the best in the company in a position where not only would they NOT be coming after him but that he could then send them out against those whom he couldn’t corrupt in to joining him or terrorise until they ran for their lives. He used the Pantheon to destroy everything that is healthy about the spirit of competition, he used the Pantheon to ensure that nobody got above the level that he defined for them and to further that mission he created the “Apostles of the Pantheon”, a sub faction that would take in all those who he deemed to have potential for the future so that he could manipulate them and hold them down so they never became a challenge to him.
The fans begin chanting “WHAT ABOUT STONE?” but Ebdon completely ignores them. The chant soon changes to “STONE’S A LOSER” but Ebdon just ignores them and talks over them, still in a calm and relaxed manner.
Pete Ebdon: My vision of what the Apostles should have been however was a way to give the rookies of this business a banner under which to prove themselves and last night at Speak No Evil one such rookie did exactly that. Even in a losing effort this man took the supposed saviour and hero of PDW to the absolute limit and beyond and yes while he lost the match in which he was competing he lost by the merest of fractions. This man proved himself in one of the most brutal of match types, in a Last Man Standing match that will truly go down as one of the biggest matches in PDW to date. And thus having proven himself to the world – and more importantly having proven himself to me – this man is tonight invited to join us here in this ring where we will not only recognise his achievements but we will reward him with something of a promotion. The Apostles of the Pantheon is no more until such a time that it is needed once again, instead let me introduce to you the newest member of the Pantheon and a man to whom Greatness will one day be just second nature...
He hands the microphone across to Abigail Young once again who clears her throat before raising it up...
Abigail Young: Ladies and gentlemen, now introducing, from Malibu, California, standing six feet two inches tall and weighing two hundred and twenty pounds, he is the Pantheon’s own GIOVIANNI ARIES!
“Greatness Is Just Second Nature”
The saying is heard over the arena as it is seen on the video screens. “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 Gucci shoes 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 gingerly makes his way down the ramp. He is still feeling the effects of the Last Man Standing match. Yet the pain can’t erase the smile of the news he just heard. He gets slowly walks up the steel steps as his face shows the pain with every step. He then slowly steps in between the rope as he walks over to the corner and attempts to raise his arms as he grabs his ribs. The crowd keeps booing as he walks over and shakes the hands of Nicholas Jaxx and Pete Ebdon. He just eyes Christy Matthews as they really haven’t seen eye to eye since his arrive. He is then handed the microphone by Abigail Young.
Giovianni Aries: Heh, I’m finally a fully fledged member of the Pantheon. I guess I finally proved that I belong even it wasn’t how I imagined I would prove it. So I guess I should thank you Pete. I mean after all you are the first one to see my untapped potential. You are the first one to see that I truly belong among the elite. You saw something these losers in the stands didn’t see. You saw greatness. I know what you trailer trash losers thought when you heard that I was facing Steve “Let Me Be Your Hero” Jason. You thought that I had no shot. You thought that I would have posed no threat. Yet if you were lucky to get your welfare check in time to see the pay per view, you know that Steve Jason was lucky to escape with a victory. He was lucky to even be able to wrestle tonight. He didn’t walk out of the pay per view as the victor rather he was carried off by the EMT with the so called victory. Yet you know that isn’t enough for me, I still want to prove to you Pete, Nicholas, and Christy that I belong. I mean I just don’t think I have fully proved my worth. I want to show you that I am the Next Big Thing in this company.
Ebdon laughs as Aries hands the microphone across to him.
Pete Ebdon: What can I say kid, I recognise a future prodigy when I see one and unlike so many others in this business who want to stifle the next generation of talent so that they can spend more time on the mountainside attempting to drag out their pitiful little careers just a little longer I like to think that I encourage potential when I see it, but then I so rarely see it any more. A man named Travis Windsor once took a young English kid and a young Canadian under his wing and taught us everything he knew – which unfortunately wasn’t all that much – and gave us our start in this business so stick with me kid, I’ll teach you more in a few months than you’ll learn in a lifetime idolising the Steve Jason’s and Mike Ryba’s of this business.
He smirks as he turns to the crowd and points along the three of the other wrestlers in the ring with him.
Pete Ebdon: Ladies and gentlemen what you have right here in this very ring are the saviours of professional wrestling; the only group in this company that is concerned with giving you the fans what you pay your money for. We give you quality merchandise while others give you cheap t-shirts made in sweatshops in China that fall apart after the first wash and stain every other item you put in with them beyond repair. We give you quality promotional tapes and matches week after week that you want to watch again and again while others bore you to sleep with inane randomly and attempts at wrestling that should see them taken out the back and put out of all of our collective misery. We deliver only quality and yet you hate us because we’re better than those you consider your idols but despite that rather than hate you back all we can do is pity you.
The fans boo as Ebdon turns to the other three in the ring with him and mouths the words “you see what I mean?” He waits for the longest time for them to quieten down before raising the microphone back up again.
Pete Ebdon: Are you done? Can I continue?
The begin chanting “EBDON SUCKS” as loudly as they can and Ebdon sighs and waits for another thirty seconds or so for the chant to die down before raising the microphone up.
Pete Ebdon: Despite your bitterness and resentment towards your betters however we didn’t just come out here to show off the shiny championship belts or to insult you peons in the crowd, in fact we came out here today at the request of Miss Christy Matthews to make an offer to four particular individuals in the locker room. So let us begin with the one woman who I honestly can’t read at the moment, one Miss Star Deveraux. A few months ago you aligned with the Pantheon thinking that doing so would bring about higher ratings and bigger pay per view buy rates and if I’m not mistaken that is EXACTLY what has happened. Even despite the loss of Joshua Payne and the vacancy of the Platinum Championship last Sunday at Speak No Evil saw RECORD SALES for pay per views in Platinum Dynasty Wrestling thanks in a large part to the four people you see in this ring right now. You and I attempted to have a little conversation at the pay per view but you were determined to keep your answers vague and mysterious, which I suppose considering everything that has happened recently I can’t hold against you. However Star should the time come that you decide where your loyalties truly do lie then know this, the Pantheon will be willing to embrace you and your company with open arms and should anything occur as it did a few weeks ago, should you ever need our assistance in ANY matter then you don’t need to worry because we shall be there for you, no questions asked.
The crowd begin a “YOU’RE A SUCK UP” chant that Ebdon just laughs at.
Pete Ebdon: You consider that sucking up?
There’s a nearly unanimous “YES” as a response from the crowd.
Pete Ebdon: Then tell me this, how many of you smile at your bosses in the morning and ask them how their day was despite the fact you honestly don’t care? How many jump at the opportunity to do anything that will impress your boss in the hopes that you’ll get on their good side and reap the rewards that that brings? And how many of you ACTUALLY MAKE THE SLIGHTEST DIFFERENCE in your boss’s life? You save them the thirty seconds it would take to get their own coffee and they’re meant to appreciate that? We SELL OUT ARENAS! We DOUBLE VIEWING AUDIENCES! We set RECORD HIGHS FOR PAY PER VIEW SALES! And we do all of that not in the hopes that the boss will give us the weekend off but because it’s just part of who we are so next time you’re asking for the thousandth time “would you like fries with that” and leaping at the chance to make your boss an extra cup of coffee think back to who is TRULY the suck up.
The crowd boo again as Ebdon just shakes his head.
Pete Ebdon: Now where was I? Oh, that’s right, offer number two and this one is so very similar to the first and is directed at the PDW General Manager Blake Selters. Blake you and I have come to know one another reasonably well over the past few months, wouldn’t you say? And yet every time your music hits or every time one of us approaches you it seems as though all you want to do is fuck with our heads. So my second offer is to you and it’s an offer of cooperation. You scratch our backs Blake and we will most happily scratch yours. Now before you answer think it through for a moment and ask yourself what is there that you can really actually do for us that we can’t get elsewhere? What is there that you can REALLY offer us that we can’t get from Star or Angel if we need it that badly? And then ask yourself what there is that we can offer YOU because the truth of the matter Blake is that you need us a lot more than we need you, so next time you see an opportunity to fuck with us ask yourself if that’s REALLY in your best interest or if just for once in your life it would be worthwhile just to cooperate with us and reap the rewards that a friendship with a group like the Pantheon could actually bring.
The fans are somewhat less vocal in their disdain this time, not that Ebdon even notices as he continues on anyway.
Pete Ebdon: My third offer isn’t so much an offer as a statement and this is one of the ones that Christy is most responsible for.
He hands the microphone over to the new PDW Cyber Champion who takes it from him and takes a long deep breath before raising it up, still intimidated by being in such a position as this. She struggles to keep the Cyber Championship on her shoulder as she begins to speak.
Christy Matthews: My offer, or whatever you want to call it, is to Angelique Deveraux. Now I don’t know what is going on with you and Steve Jason and I don’t really care, that’s your private business after all so you two can suck one another’s faces if you like or you can continue skating around the mutual lust that is between you but Angel I came to that hospital room a few weeks ago because I felt bad about what happened to you. I’ve been in situations like that myself, I know that the physical damage can be covered up and easily healed but the mental damage will last a lifetime if you let it and so I just wanted to say that from this moment forth the Pantheon won’t let that happen to anybody who can’t defend themselves again. We won’t just stand by as so, so many did and let some innocent bystander get beaten to a bloody pulp because unlike everybody else in the locker room we’re willing to stand up for what is right and not what’s just in our best interest.
She hands the microphone back to Ebdon to a pop from the crowd that actually surprises her. Ebdon takes the microphone back with a grin as he looks out at the people.
Pete Ebdon: You see, we’re not all bad after all. The fourth and final offer I wanted to make however is an offer to Kindred London. While John Raide was apparently looking to make a name for himself with petty theft and vandalism you Kindred were trying to do what exactly? My offer is for you to walk down to this ring and tell me exactly what it is you want kid because I’m not in the business of giving handouts to anybody. You want to stand alongside the Pantheon in some attempt to impress your “sister” then I welcome you to prove your worth to us because beating down two opponents who I have already defeated proves nothing to me in the slightest. I figure there's no hurry though, right? So let's say I give you a few weeks to get your head together and figure out what it really is you want but I'll warn you now Kindred I may be a patient man at times but my patience has it's limits. You want to stand alongside the elite of this business kid then it’s time for you to prove you’re one of us and in truth I’m very eager to see exactly how you plan to do that because we’re not some little group of curtain jerker’s who you can run along to and jump onboard the bandwagon of thinking that you’ll improve your status in the company, we’re the BEST in this company. We are the Pantheon; we are Platinum’s Most Wanted and WE ARE PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING!
Ebdon drops the microphone to the mat as “Halo” by Soil blasts across the PA system for a moment, then seemingly realising their mistake “No Jesus Christ” by Seether hits in its place and the group roll from the ring, and walk to the top of the ramp, Ebdon, Matthews and Jaxx raising their championship belts in to the air again as Aries stands alongside with his hands raised before the group disappear through the curtain.
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Battle of the Sexes Tag Team Match
Echo Rayne & Reminiscence vs.Killah Kong & Eric Keo
David Wright: Disclosure’s kicking off with what should be an interesting match for sure…a battle of the sexes tag team match!
Reggie Stallworth: Eh, I’m not feeling this. Not feeling it one bit. I know our boss is a chick and all but I didn’t know she was a feminist.
David Wright: Are you serious? I thought everybody knew that.
The camera suddenly cuts to all four competitors already inside the ring. It pans around the faces of each person, the men seeming a lot more at ease than their female opponents. Well, actually Reminiscence looks quite lax. It is Echo Rayne who looks a bit murderous as she stares at everyone in disgust, even her own partner. As the referee demands for two people to go to their corners, Remi begins walking to the center of the ring but Echo drags her back, much to her dismay. Remi goes to retaliate but T.C. Payne suddenly calls for the bell, leaving Echo Rayne to start things off against Eric Keo.
David Wright: Well, it looks like Echo is really eager to get in there tonight. She’s ready to beat up her own partner!
Reggie Stallworth: Uh-uh! That bitch can’t come up in here bullying people like that!
As Remi stands there with a sour look on her face, Eric and Echo circle on another in the ring. Echo suddenly breaks from the scene and rushes over to Killah Kong in his corner. With a swift punch to the gut, Echo grabs the hair of the doubled over Killah Kong and bounces his face off the nearby turnbuckle before shoving him off the apron! She then spins around and narrowly dodges a clothesline attempt from Eric Keo! Echo comes out on the other side of him, spins Eric around and smashes her boot into his face with a devastating superkick. Keo goes down like a ton of bricks and Echo wastes no time covering him!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner…ECHO RAYNE!!!
David Wright: Whoa! What the hell just happened?!
Reggie Stallworth: I don’t know but Keo better watch out for his job now! You know how Star feels about people who get beat down that way!
Remi looks around, confused as Echo stands victorious in the ring. As Remi goes to enter the ring and congratulate her partner on a job well done Echo suddenly clotheslines her, sending her crashing to the floor outside before leaving the ring herself and heading to the backstage area.
We pan backstage to see a tall brunette woman walking down the hallway. She is knew the PDW scene but seems to be walking with a purpose. She wears a pair of hip hugging back cargo pants, a black fish net top under a bright pink tank top that says "I Lie To Boys" and a pair of black tattered looking army boots. Her hair is pulled back from her face revealing her black lined hazel eyes. She wears a black leather choker with a silver cross hanging from it and about fifteen rubber bracelets don both her wrists.
We see her walk a little more down the hall before stopping in front of a locker room door. As we pan around we see the name Nicholas Jaxx on the door. A smirk forms on the woman's lips as she looks around and knocks lightly. She waits for a response but soon realizes no one must me home. She laughs a bit as she slowly pushes the door open cautiously keeping an eye out for someone. Once inside she closes the door softly behind her as she looks around. We see the woman take the hand that was behind her back revealing what was a small stuffed smurf.
We see her walk towards what had to be Nicholas Jaxx's duffle bag. She kneels down placing the smurf inside before taking out what looked to be a bottle of body wash from the bag. We see her carefully look around again, almost as if she was trying to to be seen and trying to not leave any clues to her presence. We see her gently unscrew the top of the body wash and then pull a small vile full of what could only be blue dye.
The woman smirks as she pours the dye into the body and tucks the vile back into her pocket. We now see the woman screw the lid back on the body wash and shake it up. She gently places it back in the bag as she stands up. The woman laughs a bit as she turns to walk away. She gently closes the locker room door behind her as she exits. We see her look over her shoulder just as none other than Nicholas Jaxx is walking towards the locker room. The woman quickly walks around the corner hoping Jaxx didn't catch sight of her.
Standard Match
Toni Terror vs. Dylan Cage
Sammantha Jinx: The following match is one fall. Introducing first, standing the ring at this time please welcome back the one and only…TONI TERROR!!!
Echoing steps flood the airwaves as a blurred figure emerges upon the large screen. A hazed sight of waving black hair is noticed keenly, as "Like You" by Evanescence blares piercingly over the PA System. The screen's viewing then breaks away from the enigmatic female.
soft, dark, and dreamless
far beneath my nightmares and loneliness
I hate me
for breathing without you
I don't want to feel anymore for you."
The camera now fades to the enormous arena pact with eager enthusiasts and high screaming concentration. The lights begin to dim and the spectators’ screams grow far heavier as the fog starts fading out. Pyromania explodes when the lights blaze to their brightest and Toni Terror comes walking out onto the stage, accompanied by her manager Carrie Starr. The crowd roars, giving a thunderous array of applause and excitement as the diva shines through with a careless smirk.
I'm not grieving for you
nothing real love can't undo
and though I may have lost my way
all paths lead straight to you"
The aptitude rises whilst she maintains a sense of arrogance down the ramp, letting not an eye fall far from the ring. Fans continue to grab out for the woman standing in near distance, but she continues to ignore them, making her way up the steel steeps and catwalking. She then laughs, tossing her left leg into the air and sending it over the middle rope.
lie cold in the ground like you.
there's room inside for two and I'm not grieving for you...
and as we lay in silent bliss
I know you remember me
I long to be like you
lie cold in the ground like you
there's room inside for two and I'm not grieving for you
I'm coming for you."
She takes a few steps inside the ring as pyromania shoots from the four corners and Carrie Starr takes her position outside the ring.
Sammantha Jinx: And her opponent making his way to the ring at this time , Please welcome "The Outlaw" Dylan CAGE!!!!!
The lights flicker on and off for a few seconds The screen fades to Static then the words Most Wanted appear.
Bang.....
Bang.....
Bang.....
Youth of a Nation blasts over the PA systems as Dylan Cage makes his way to the ring.
David Wright: These two competitors asked for it and the fans will be treated to quite a match here with this one
Reggie Stallworth: We all know what damage Toni Terror can do when she puts her mind to it but does she have ring rust
David Wright: We will soon find out
Terror doesn't wait for the bell to ring as she nails Cage in the back with a knee. Cage goes flying into the corner head first and then stumbles backwards right into a mat slam from Terror. Terror goes to work choking Cage but breaks before the five count. She pulls Cage to his feet and goes to whip him across the ring. Cage holds on to the ropes and tries for a clothesline but Terror ducks it and nails Cage with another kick to the midsection. Terror looks to be going for a DDT but Cage backs her into the ropes. He whips Terror across the ring and then sets for a back body drop but Terror leaps over Cage, and as he turns around, she nails him with a springboard dropkick right to the face. Cage hit the mat hard and then rolls out of the ring
Reggie Stallworth: That answers the question of ring rust I think. Toni Terror doesn't seem to be missing a step
David Wright: And Dylan Cage seems to have been caught off guard by her aggressiveness
The referee starts to count but Terror breaks the count up and leaps over the top rope at Cage taking him down with a crossbody as he tries to get up. Terror gets to her feet and rolls back in the ring breaking up the count again. She rolls back out but is met by a kick to the midsection from Cage. Cage hooks Terror and then takes her over with a double underhook suplex onto the steel steps. Cage rolls back in the ring causing the referee to have to restart the count as Terror rolls around on the floor holding her back
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Terror stumbles to her feet and rolls back in the ring where she is met with a knee to back from Cage.
David Wright: Dylan's craftiness on he outside gave him control. Now can Toni Terror prove she can still take the punishment she used to
Reggie Stallworth: Oh I'm sure, she looks in great shape from where I'm sitting
David Wright: She'd hurt you bad you know that.
Reggie Stallworth: Oh yes...yes she would
Cage picks Terror up and drives her back first into the corner. Terror drops to her knees in pain but is quickly picked back by Dylan. Dylan foes to whip Terror into the corner but Terror holds on and kicks Cage in the midsection before nailing him with DDT. Cage rolls around holding his head as Terror goes to the ring apron. Terror Catapults herself over the top rope , looking for a leg drop but Cage moves out of the way. Both wrestlers are slow to get up but Cage is just a second faster and catches Terror nailing her with a huge back breaker. Terror rolls around screaming in pain as Cage slowly gets to his feet using the ropes. He dives on Terror going for a pin
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Terror gets a shoulder off the mat.
David Wright: Dylan Cage seems to be targeting the back of Toni Terror. Could he know something we don't know?
Reggie Stallworth: Everyone knows things you don't know David but in this case you may be right. Maybe Dylan has found the kink in Toni Terror armor
Cage gets up and Kicks Terror right in the back. He pulls Terror to her feet and hooks her for a pumphandle slam. Terror drops off the back of Cage and he nails her with a back elbow, knocking Terror back into the corner. Cage turns and charges going for a spear but Terror moves and Cage hits the ring post. Terror bounces off the ropes and takes Cage down with a swinging neckbreaker. Terror springboards off the ropes nailing Cage with a lionsault and goes for a pin
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Cage kicks out and both start to get up. Terror grabs Cage by the arm, hooks her legs around his other and takes him down in a crucifix for a pin
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Cage manages to get his shoulder off the mat.
David Wright: Near falls by Toni Terror and Dylan Cage is in definite trouble here
Reggie Stallworth: She's kept him off balance the whole match . I still think he wasn't prepared for such an aggressive Toni Terror
David Wright: Then he should be or Toni Terror may be making short work of him
Both wrestlers get up and Terror walks right into a chop across the chest from Cage that knocks her down. The crowd seems to be stunned as Terror gets up and eats another chop that knocks her back into the corners. She tries to fire back with a chop of her own but Cage ducks it and nails Terror with a pele kick. Terror goes down and Cage jumps in the air and comes down right in Terror's stomach with a knee drop. Terror gets to her feet, holding her stomach. Cage goes for a superkick but Terror avoids it and nails Cage with a dropkick as he turns around. Cage gets up and avoids a second dropkick from Terror by falling back against the ropes. Terror lands hard on the back of her head and gets nailed with a superkick by Cage as she gets up. Cage quickly goes for a cover.
...1
...2 Terror gets shoulder off the mat.
David Wright: Cage must have heard us. He is turning things up a notch
Reggie Stallworth: yes he is or maybe he was getting tired of having his ass kicked all over by Toni Terror
Cage gets up and pulls Terror with him. He nails her with another chop, knocking her back into the corner but Terror fires right back with a chop of her own. Cage and Terror begin trading chops but Terror breaks it by raking Cage's eyes. Cage stumbles away and Terror takes him down with a bulldog. Terror goes to the top rope as cage stumbles to his feet. She leaps off going for a dropkick but Cage grabs her legs and slams her to the mat. He goes for a figure four leglock but Terror kicks him off, sending Cage through the ropes. Cage climbs right back in the ring and charges at Terror only for Terror to side step him and send him over the top rope and to the arena floor yet again
David Wright: Once again Cage eats the arena floor
Reggie Stallworth: Well you know what they say. Find something you are good at and stick with it. Don't worry one day you'll find something you are good at
David Wright: Thanks I aprec.. hey wait a minute
Once again Terror breaks the count and then goes over the top rope after Cage as he stumbles to his feet. Cage manages to catch Terror and drive her back first into the ring apron. Terror yells out in pain as Cage rolls her back into the ring. Terror gets to her hands and knees but gets a big elbow rope to her back from Cage. Cage pulls her up and whips Terror into the corner. He charges in after her but Terror drops out of the way and Cages nails a knee to the turnbuckle before dropping to the mat in pain. Terror struggles to get up and nails Cage with a kick to his knee before going for a quick pin.
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...2
Cage manages to get a shoulder up off the mat.
David Wright: Cage manages to kick out but just how much damage was done to his knee by that move he missed
Reggie Stallworth: And is Terror in any condition to capitalize on it?
Terror gets to her feet holding her back in pain, She starts to pull Cage up but he seems barely able to stand. Terror delivers a dropkick to Cage's already injured knee and Cage drops to the mat in pain. She begins kicking away at his knee but Cage shoves her away. Terror comes right back with a kick to the back of Cages knee and Cage goes down again. Terror yanks Cage to the center of the ring and looks to be going for some sort of leglock but Cage reverses it into a pin attempt.
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...2
Terror kicks out and gets to her feet. She charges at Cage who picks her up and nails a backbreaker to his own injured knee. Terror rolls around in pain but Cage clutches his knee in pain as well.
Reggie Stallworth: Another Attack on the back of Toni Terror but he may have just completely blown his knee out as well
David Wright: It's coming down to the wire now. Who ever can capitalize on the others injuries will win
Reggie Stallworth: Now look who is saying the obvious. You disgust me.
Both wrestlers are slow to get up Cage gets behind Terror and nails her with a forearm shot to the back dropping her to one knee. he tries for a kick to Terror's back but she grabs Cage by the leg and tries for an ankle lock. Cage rolls throw it and rolls Terror up into a pin attempt.
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...2
Terror kicks out and goes right after Cages knee again. She grabs his leg but gets an Enziguri. Terror crashes to the mat and Cage gets barely able to stand. He pulls Terror up but gets a kick to the knee. Cage fires back with a elbow to Terrors midsection. He goes behind Terror looking for a German suplex but his leg buckles. Terror rolls forward, rolling Cage up in a pin attempt
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...2
Cage kicks out but not in time
...3
Cage looks on in shock as Terror's hand is raised.
Sammantha Jinx: Here is your winner…TONI TERROR!!!
David Wright: What a match but Terror shows she's back with a vengeance
Reggie Stallworth: Indeed but you bet they'll be another day for these competitors.
We fade to the Pantheon locker-room where we find Nicholas Jaxx sitting cleaning what looks like blood off of his wrestling boots, Giovianni Aries stretching in the corner and Pete Ebdon and Christy Matthews sitting together against the far wall, Ebdon watching the monitor with a grin while Christy admires her Cyber Championship belt. There’s a knock on the door that disturbs the oddly peaceful scene and Ebdon and Jaxx look at one another wondering who it can be.
Nicholas Jaxx: Doors not locked dude.
The door slowly opens and we see a young man dressed in a black suit standing there carrying in his hands what looks like a stack of papers. He walks across the room and hands them to Ebdon who flicks through them quickly and nods appreciatively.
Nicholas Jaxx: Who’s the geek?
Pete Ebdon: Nicholas Jaxx meet Jason Adina, a young man I hired to make our lives just the littlest bit easier.
Jaxx looks at him curiously.
Nicholas Jaxx: What’s he gonna do, fetch us coffee?
Jason Adina: I can do that for you sir.
Jaxx looks surprised but grins happily.
Nicholas Jaxx: Sweet, we got a lackey?
Pete Ebdon: I figured with Stone gone and Gio’s advancement through the rankings we needed somebody around here to make life a little easier on all of us.
Jason Adina: Speaking of making things easy sir, Blake Selters has requested to see you in his office.
Ebdon smirks, getting up from his seat and kissing Christy as he walks toward the door with a smirk, mouthing the words “this should be fun” to Jaxx before walking off down the corridor. The camera follows him as he approaches one of the offices and knocks on the door, not waiting for a response before opening it. As he walks in he sees Blake Selters sitting behind his desk, Hard at work , looking over a few contracts, some of which he promptly throws in the trash, with an aggravated expression on his face as he whispers to himself "Damn waste of money most of them are". Blake looks up and sees Pete Ebdon and actually smiles as he stands up from his desk.
Blake Selters: Well if it isn't quite possibly our next Platinum Champion.
Ebdon just smirks.
Pete Ebdon: Possibly? There’s no “possibly” Blake, who is really going to stop me? And don’t say Steve Jason, after I beat him tonight I’m officially done wasting my breath on him. But you wanted to see me?
Blake Selters: Yes I did. You're little speech got my attention. I admit on the business side of things you made some valid points and in fact you remind me of me in attitude when I was world champion and undefeated. The question I have for you is simple. You put the offer out there but what exactly is it you expect in the way of a response. When Star was part of the group what did she really do, lock wrestlers up... You have always been the brains of the operation and you've gotten where you are at by using those brains so what it is you would expect from staff other than opportunities that obviously you can earn on your own?
Ebdon pulls out the chair in front of Selters’ desk with a grin.
Pete Ebdon: You mind?
Again without waiting for a response the Prodigy Champion takes a seat, getting comfortable for a moment before grinning.
Pete Ebdon: Nice chair, maybe I underestimated you this whole time, you seem to have a little class after all.
He leans forward and clasps his hands together with a grin.
Pete Ebdon: You want to know what I want in exchange for cooperation, right? Well let’s see, for one I’d very much like for you to stop whatever game it is that you’re playing back here Blake, I saw the way you were always looking at Payne when he was ranting and raving about “the war” and frankly it made me laugh that he couldn’t see in you what I saw in you and that he never once listened when I told him all those times that just because he thought he had Star Deveraux wrapped around his little finger didn’t mean a damn thing if he alienated everybody else, after all him having Star on our side didn’t stop YOU from changing the tag team championship match, did it?
Ebdon grins, looking across the office to see the PDW World Tag Team Championships locked in a cabinet.
Pete Ebdon: Still not found suitable owners for them yet, huh? Don’t worry I’m not here to lay claim to them; right now I have my eyes on a much more suitable prize. And if you’re thinking that maybe that’s what I want then you’re wrong, I’m happy to sit back knowing that I’m wearing the unofficial top title in PDW for now and when the decision is finally made about where and when a new Platinum Champion will be crowned I will be the one who takes the belt. Rather what I want Blake is to know that whatever it is that’s going on in that cunning little mind of yours isn’t acting AGAINST me, what I want is for you and I to work together to make this company just a little bit better than it currently is. Payne was the blood thirsty megalomaniac Blake, me? I have no interest in ruling the world, only saving it from itself.
Blake Selters: Rest assured Pete, I'm not against you or the Pantheon. You put people in seats and that is good for business. What I did with those tag team titles was nothing personal. I don't let personal issues cloud my business sense. Payne was just that. A Payne and a danger to the advancement of PDW! He didn't want to take PDW to higher rating. It was all about him. You on the other hand Pete know the importance of the company as a whole. No one will ever remember anything the Pantheon accomplishes if the company folds out from under them.
Blake looked down at the trash can full of contracts and shook his head in disgust.
Blake Selters: You see those contracts. Those are from idiots that have wasted our time and money. They are the equivalent of who you beat for those tag titles. You've said it yourself. Half the titles have been tarnished since PDW reopened. The Prodigy title is finally getting to be worth something thanks to your defence. The Platinum title has been passed around like it was a blue ribbon in a school fair and means nothing now. To the point the next champion will have to start over and build it up. I couldn't let that happen to the tag titles. It should have been Pete Ebdon and a partner battling out and showing they’re better than the best in PDW not some jackasses who weren't good enough to tie your shoelaces and happen to fall into a job by luck. So you see it’s nothing against you. You do business the way you want. You put people in the seats and you make waves. That suits me just fine. As long as it doesn't hurt PDW as a whole then I'll enjoy it just like another fan.
Ebdon smirks from ear to ear and nods his head slowly.
Pete Ebdon: If that’s the case Blake then you and the Pantheon could work rather well together because I see no point in destroying what you’ve already helped to build and I see no point in driving the supposed top stars from the company, after all if there was no John Raide or no Steve Jason then who would I beat for fun?
Ebdon laughs, getting up from the chair.
Pete Ebdon: It’s like I said in the ring though Blake, you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours. We got a deal?
Blake Selters: As long as it's not against PDW you have a deal.
Ebdon offers a hand to Selters and Selters reaches out and shakes it. Ebdon walks from the office with a smirk on his face, turning to find Nicholas Jaxx standing there with a curious look on his face.
Nicholas Jaxx: How’d it go?
Pete Ebdon: As if you weren’t listening the whole time you mean?
Jaxx raises his hands innocently.
Nicholas Jaxx: Me? Listening in? I don’t know what you mean dude.
Pete Ebdon: Sure you don’t. It went well; I don’t think Blake will be a problem as long as we don’t start declaring war on the roster again. Now we just have two more little problems to sort out and have to hope that neither Angel nor Star Deveraux hold you or I responsible for the actions of our former running buddy.
Jaxx shakes his head slowly.
Nicholas Jaxx: They’re women dude, women take shit personally.
Ebdon smirks again and Jaxx looks at him curiously as though waiting for another statement to escape his lips but none ever comes and Ebdon just walks off with the same smirk on his face as Jaxx just looks somewhat puzzled.
Debut Elimination Match
Aaron Bannister vs. Caleb Conway vs. Citizen Truth vs. Alex Nolan vs. Dusty Spears
Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentlemen. The following contest is a debut elimination match. Introducing first, at a weight of 242 pounds, he hails from Inex, Kentucy…DUSTY SPEARS!!!
The lights go out when Holy Diver begins to play, the titantron showing Dusty Spears doing a little victory dance after winning a match. The lights flash blue red and yellow as Dusty pushed his way through the curtain, holding up his left hand and screaming to acknowledge the crowd. He tags several hands on his way down the ramp before sliding in under the bottom rope. He points to each side of the crowd as he walks to one of the corners of the ring opposite of the stage, climbing up and sitting on the top turnbuckle to wait for his opponent.
Sammantha Jinx: And next, from the City of Metropolis…CITIZEN TRUTH!!!
Lights fade.
Red, white, blue hue.
GO!
"Requiem for a Dream (I Need a Hero Intro)" by Clint Mansell
Once the vocals end, parting the curtains like the Red Sea, Citizen Truth walks out and throws both fists in the air to a chorus of cheers and jeers. Once he reaches the entryway...
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Standing with a shower of patriotic pyro behind him, CT makes his way to the ring. After a successful leap onto the ring apron, the Americanimal stalks the ring and climbs inside, again, with both fists in the air.
Citizen Truth leans against the corner, doing some in-ring calistenics before awaiting his opponent.
Sammantha Jinx: And next to the ring…CALEB CONWAY!!!
The lights in the arena begin to flicker, before the arena falls into a state of pitch black as the lights completely go off.. A hush comes over the crowd, as the big screen at the top of the entrance ramp lights up..
Strive For Greatness Except Nothing Less Than Perfect Be Who You Are, Not Who You Want To Be Your SAVIOR HAS COME, Your SAVIOR HAS ARRIVED.. CALEB CONWAY
An explosion of smoke a pyro shoot out from both sides of the entrance ramp, and the lights come back on but remain dim.. "The Dope Show" by Marilyn Manson begins to blare across the P.A. system, as "The Industrial Diamond" Caleb Conwawy steps out onto the entrance ramp. He is in his normal ring attire, shirtless, with black wrestling trunks with gray and gold flakes on them and the words C2 on the rear. Caleb stops at the top of the entrance ramp, and mocks the crowd before continuing down the ramp and making his way to ringside. He slides underneath the bottom rope and into the ring, he hops to his feet and throws his arms in the air, and gets a not so great reaction from the crowd. Caleb shrugs and walks to a corner of the ring, and awaits.
Sammantha Jinx: And next…at a weight of 195 pounds, the “Bronx Charmer”…ALEX NOLAN!!!
The lights dim as Stereophonic's “Brother” hits the arena speakers. A gold spotlight hits the entrance ramp, as Alex Nolan stands there smiling cockily. A video package plays on the videoscreen, a collection filled with successful risks that Alex has taken during his brief wrestling career.
Won't you take your words brother? Won't you mind your world brother? I find you so offensive punk
He casually strolls to the ring, his eyes hidden by a pair of black aviator sunglasses. He gets a mixed reaction from the crowd but he could care less. He's not insulted by their jeers nor is he fazed by their cheers. He's in a zone of concentration and confidence and there's nothing that could distract him as he nears the ring.
Won't you take my word brother? I tell you no lies now leave me brother You disturb me turn me hurt me
He gets up to the top rope and sits down, looking out into the crowd. Smiling, he pulls of his sunglasses, revealing his eyes for the first time. He throws the shades ten rows deep before turning and entering the ring. In the ring, he jumps and stretches a bit.
You walk right up to me Abuse me on the street Like a cannonball killing me You got it wrong brother can't you see? Can't you see?
He's now ready to take on his opponent... and the world he fights so diligently.
Sammantha Jinx: And next to the ring...AARON BANNISTER!!!
Suddenly in the arena the lights dim down and the arena fills with eerie darkness. You hear a gun fire Three times ... Then a Red Florescent and Dark Gold ultra-violet colored spotlights show up around the arena. The spotlights then multiply into Four both equaling up to Eight spotlights. Then, one of the spotlights stop at a pole hanging on the ceiling of the arena, as the other spotlights keep constantly, and randomly moving from place to place. Then, the camera gets a close up and it's and Eagle, with a red bandanna on it's neck, and it just flies off, and crows like an Eagle would and then it circles around as someone's voice hits the PA.
The hottest... under the sun...
Ain't nobody fucking with me man
Ay ay ay ay, you already know that pimping
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Fuck up my dreams, somebody gonna die tonight
(Ay ay ay ay) you already know that pimping
Ay its Cash Money Records man, a lawless game
Then a tune busts as the voices make some gibberish noise and says "Yah!' ... Then Gold smoke fumes up into a huge smoke of gas cloud as Red lights cover the arena. Then, I rise slowly from under the Stage. Right now, no one knows it's me by the way the smoke has covered the whole stage hiding in the shadows behind it. Then the Eagle stops circling the arena and swoops down an slows down a little and gently lands on my shoulder making sure none of his claws dig into his shoulder. The smoke then clears up and shows me standing and he slowly folds his arms, and smile showing off his pearly Whites. The fans start to cheer for him, and I then look at the crowd and smile
Un-fucking-believeable Lil' Waynes the President
Fuck 'em, fuck 'em, fuck 'em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it's more crazy than it's ever been
I'm married to that crazy bitch, call me Kevin Federline
It's obvious that he'll be Cash Money till the death of him
The ground shall break when they bury him, bury him
I know one day they gotta bury him
Better lock my casket tight baby, so I don't let the devil in
Nigga, it's just me and my guitar, yea bitch I'm heavy metaling
You can get the fucking Led Zepplin
Niggas is bitches, bitches, I think they full of estrogen
And we hold court and take your life for a settlement
Yes, I'm the best! And no, I ain't positive, I'm definate
I know the game like I'm reffing it
This is The Carter, The Carter 3, the New Testament
And I'm the god and this is what I bless 'em with
I then yell out to the crowd "The True Warrior, bitch!", then I just keep walking my cocky ass down that ramp looking at all the cheering fans, and just smiling. Oh yeah, of course they love me. I then turn left and looks to his left at a Teck poster, and pull out a marker and I change the name to Aaronn Bannister., then I turn back to my Right and walk slowly but surely up the steps and then when I reach the apron, I take about Three steps and then I look back up the ramp, and I looked to all the fans in their little front row seats and yelled out "The realist, ya dig?!", I then entered the ring. I then put the peace sign up with my Right and left hands. With my right hand, I drop the peace sign and bring my thumb to the signal of my upside down V to show and A.
The ring shakes with a violent swing as the five men prepare for battle. The referee calls for the bell, when Caleb Conway is quickly blind sighted by Citizen Truth, who immediately begins nailing away at his bobbing skull. The other men connect in arms, as Alex Nolan gives a heated elbow to the head of Aaron Bannister. His fall is effortless, but Nolan is quickly taken down by Dusty Spears.
David Wright: Damn! This match is getting good.
Reggie Stallworth: Blah—just a bunch of new guys testing out the big life. They’ll be forgotten within a week.
David Wright: I honestly don’t know about that. A few of them are quite good.
Bannister slowly makes it back to his feet, when he’s—yet again—knocked to the ground by a powerhouse clothesline by CT. He then locks eyes with Alex Nolan who nods, and smiles.
DW Wright: What do they have to be smiling about?
Reggie Stallworth: Oh, I think I have an idea.
David Wright: You do?
Reggie Stallworth: Sure. Butt sex.
David Wright: … get a life!
The two men grab Aaron Bannister’s torso and lift him into the air with little to no effort. They both stare beyond the ropes, when a quick jolt of the arms sends Bannister flying over head, and down hard on the barricades—and into elimination.
Sammantha Jinx: ELMINATION NUMBER ONE—AARON BANNISTER!!!
CT and Nolan almost immediately break from their aided attempts, and begin pulling out the blows, as Spears continues to lay the beat down on Caleb Conway. Citizen Truth has the upper hand on Alex Nolan, as he swings his form into the corner, and begins delivering blow after smashing blow on his forehead. The immense level of anger shows as specks of blood begin to leak from his forehead. Conway, on the other hand, having enough of getting beat to a sad mess, begins to strike heavy blows to Dusty Spears. Spears, nearly shocked from the comeback, goes in for a smashing boot, but is sent flying over the ropes… however catching himself on the top rope. Caleb Conway calls for it to end, as he runs to knock Spears to his defeat, only to trip on his own shoe and fly over the rope himself, missing Spears by a good three or four feet.
David Wright: {Laughing} Are you serious? Did he just trip and eliminate himself?
Reggie Stallworth: That has to be the stupidest moment in PDW history. I think he’ll make number one if ever we throw a bloopers show.
Sammantha Jinx: ELIMINATION NUMBER TWO—CALEB CONWAY!!!
Reggie Stallworth: I don’t see him returning after that one… to here or any professional organization after that. Defeat by his own boot. Classic! His face is priceless!
With the three strongest points left in the ring, Dusty Spears climbs back inside the ring and approaches the two men brawling in the far side of the ring. He quickly goes for a cheap throw, when Nolan drop kicks Spears to the ground, and begins hammering away at him. Spears, still getting the beat down, throws punch after punch to Alex Nolan’s head—trying desperately to get him to back away. Citizen Truth is left to drop the leg on Dusty Spears’ form, as Alex lifts his body up, and sets him up for a powerbomb. His attempt is quickly ended by a dropkick from CT to the midsection of his back—Nolan is on the ground breathless.
David Wright: That was a damn cheap move!
Reggie Stallworth: Shut up! Beautiful!
Dusty Spears gets back to his feet quickly, capitalizing on Citizen Truth with a vengeance of hellfire. The blows continue, as Alex rolls a bit on the matt—trying to recover from such a spine-bending blow. Spears gets CT backed into the corner, as he starts to hammer his body into his. With everything he has, he begins to physically break Truth down as finally he falls to the mat with barely anything to give. Nolan is slowly regaining his balance, when Spears jots from the far end of the ring and lands himself atop Citizen Truth’s body.
Alex finally boots Spears to the face, and then falls to the floor once more—holding his back with great pressure. A heavily dazed Citizen Truth notices Dusty Spears finally gripping the strings of reality, as he barely can stand on his own two feet. A sadistic laughter over comes CT as he comes jotting toward his victim, flying into the air with his infamous finisher: The Long Arm of the Law. Dustin is out—Citizen Truth covers.
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2!
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3!!!
Sammantha Jinx: ELIMINATION NUMBER THREE—DUSTY SPEARS!!!
David Wright: That was great!
Reggie Stallworth: Now, it’s down to just two men. Who will win the debut elimination match? Care to place a wager?
David Wright: Eat shit!
A rather keen smile surfaces on Citizen Truth’s face when as he notices Alex Nolan’s applied attention to his lower back. Slowly cracking his neck, Truth approaches the fallen Nolan and offers him a hand. Alex glares confusingly, as the hand of friendship has shown to be the most clichéd attacks in professional wrestling history. “Take my hand” CT says, as Alex Nolan goes with it, and is helped back up to his feet.
David Wright: Well, will you look at that? It looks like we’re going to have a fare battle.
Reggie Stallworth: Wimps!
Their brows rise to the ceiling as they both connect arms. The power of muscle begins, as Citizen Truth is the first to be sent to the mat. He goes to get back to his feet, but is quickly taken down by a hellacious DDT. The crowd rise to their feet as Nolan begins to taunt the end. Aggravating by his cockiness, CT runs to deliver his finisher yet again, but is ducked out by Nolan. Cautiously, Truth turns around only to be met by a savage kick to the gut. His arm is then tossed over Alex Nolan’s head as Citizen Truth is then lifted into the air.
David Wright: Is this the move we’ve been waiting for? I’ve heard a lot about this one.
Reggie Stallworth: I haven’t. I can’t read.
The ring is nearly knocked out of place as Citizen Truth is sent to crashing fall at the hands of Alex Nolan’s finisher: The BX Break. He covers the man now lying static on the springboard surface.
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2!
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3!
Sammantha Jinx: HERE IS YOUR WINNER—ALEX NOLAN!!!
We fade to the backstage area where we see Christy Matthews carrying what looks like a hockey stick bag over her shoulder as she walks up to a door with no markings on it at all and knocks a few times. The door slowly opens and she steps inside to see Drake Benjamin sitting there with a smile on his face as he looks up and sees the young Cyber Champion.
Drake Benjamin: I wondered if I’d see you tonight.
She returns his smile with a shrug of the shoulders.
Christy Matthews: I guess I should probably be focusing on Shara Bapiste, after all she did have a few pretty nasty things to say about my past this week talking at me like I was supposed to understand her and know everything that she’s about when, in case it slipped her mind, before a last Disclosure I’d barely ever even heard her name. Still she’ll be laughing out the other side of her face after I choke her out tonight.
Drake Benjamin: And if you lose?
Christy shrugs her shoulders again.
Christy Matthews: Then I guess that means war, doesn’t it?
She removes the hockey stick bag from her shoulder and throws it across to Drake to catch, which he does with relative ease and a somewhat confused look on his face.
Drake Benjamin: What’s this?
Christy Matthews: After our lucky night last week I figured I owed you a thank you so I brought you a present.
Drake looks down at the blue stripped hockey stick bag and then back up at Christy again.
Drake Benjamin: What makes you so sure I like hockey?
Christy Matthews: I’m not but what’s inside has absolutely nothing to do with hockey.
He unzips the bag and looks with reasonable amusement at the contents before removing a rather expensive looking sword from inside and admiring it for a moment.
Christy Matthews: I figured since you offered to give me lessons I’d buy you a little something, after all it was more your money than mine that I was spending.
Drake continued to admire the sword and then began swinging it around with precision. He came so close to Christy's face at times that she could feel the wind from the sword as it passed by her.
Drake Benjamin: Excellent craftsmanship but you did not have to do anything to thank me. It was not needed. I wanted nothing in return. The evening was enjoyable.
Christy Matthews: Yeah well what can I say, I’m not big on charity anymore, I feel like my entire life has been nothing but one long charity drive and I’m sick of it so I figure if you really wanted to train me then I’d have to give you something in return.
Drake Benjamin: Fair enough. I will not argue with your logic in that one. The question now becomes when would you wish to start?
Christy shrugs her shoulders.
Christy Matthews: That depends, when would you have time to train me? I mean it’s fine if you don’t have time or something...
Drake Benjamin: You are used to hearing excuses a lot I see. Well...
Drake swung the sword around a few more before turning and with pin point accuracy, sliced the back of a wooden chair completely off from the rest of the chair, without the chair moving before relaxing with a smirk on his face.
Drake Benjamin: I am at your disposal. Whenever you find the time I will make myself available day or night.
She grins softly at him.
Christy Matthews: I may have to take you up on that you know. But yeah, I’m used to people promising me something and then backing out at the last second, I guess I half expected you to be just another disappointment. So I guess I’ll see you soon then, huh?
She grins and walks from the room leaving Drake alone.
Standard Match
Jack Nation vs. Christian Nolan
Sammantha Jinx: The following match is one fall. Already in the ring at this time, please welcome Jack NATION!!!!!!
Boos fill the arena as Jack Nation climbs the turnbuckles in the corner and begins yelling at people in the crowd, telling them how good he is.
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.
David Wright: Jack Nation has been given a second chance and looks to prove himself against Christian Nolan here tonight
Reggie Stallworth: Nolan impressed everyone at Speak No Evil but can he keep his momentum going is the question
David Wright: We are about to find out. Let's go to the ring
Nolan and Nation circle each other and then lock up in the center of the ring. Nolan takes Nation over with an arm drag but Nation gets to his feet and charges only to get taken over with a second arm drag. Nation springs up again but this time is met with a back elbow that knocks him back into the corner. Nolan pulls him out of the corner and goes for a Russian Leg Sweep but Nation holds on to the ropes and Nolan crashes to the mat. Nation goes for an elbow drop but Nolan moves and both men get their feet and Nation takes Nolan over in a side headlock
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Nolan gets his shoulder up and gets t o his feet. He turns into the side headlock and then reverses it with belly to back suplex with a bridge.
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Nation kicks out and both men quickly to their feet.
David Wright: Both men are starting off with some impressive counter wrestling here
Reggie Stallworth: Yes but somehow my money is still on Nolan. He still has to be riding high from the win at Speak No Evil
Both wrestlers get up but Nation is bit quicker and nails Nolan with a kick to the midsection. He hooks Nolan and then takes him over with a snap suplex and then drops a quick leg drop across the face of Nolan before pulling Nolan up. Nolan fights back with kick to Nation's stomach and then bounces off the ropes only to get caught with a back elbow. Nolan stumbles backwards and Nation charges going for a clothesline. Nation misses with the clothesline attempt and Nolan goes behind him and takes him over with a German suplex. Nolan quickly goes to the top rope and leaps off going for a Moonsault but Nation rolls out of the way. Nolan manages to land on his feet and nail Nation with an Enziguri as he gets up. Nation crashes to the mat and Nolan goes for a quick cover.
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Nation manages to get a shoulder off the mat before a three count.
David Wright: Nation almost got caught there after a great move by Christian Nolan
Reggie Stallworth: Never the less, the match continues and we are getting a great show of talent from both men
David Wright: PDW 's talent has begun to reach new heights
Nolan gets up and begins stomping away at Nation. Nation tries to get to his feet but eats a right hand from Nolan that sends him right back down to the mat. Nolan waits for Nation to start to get up and then runs toward the ropes looking to nail Nation with a springboard arm breaker. Nation charges in after him and as Nolan leaps up on the middle rope Nation nails him with a dropkick , sending Nolan over the top rope and crashing to the arena floor. Nation falls back into the corner as the referee
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Nation climbs up on the top rope and as Nolan gets up, leaps off taking Nolan down with a double ax handle to the back. He picks Nolan up and rolls him back in the ring before going back to the top rope. Nolan stumbles to his feet and gets caught with a flying clothesline from Nation
David Wright: Jack Nation has Christian Nolan is a bit of trouble here
Reggie Stallworth: It's almost as if Nolan underestimated Nation. Classic rookie mistake and it may be coming back to haunt him.
Nation continues to beat on Nolan in the corner nailing him with kicks and right hands. He goes to whip Nolan across the ring but Nolan holds on to Nation's arms and pulls him into a T-Bone suplex. Both wrestlers go down but Nation is the first to his feet. Nation stumbles around the ring and suddenly gets hit out of no where with Dental Work by Nolan. He crashes to the mat as Nolan stumbles around falling back into the ropes. Nation gets up holding his face and is rolled up from behind by Nolan
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No Nation barely manages to get a shoulder off the mat
David Wright: Christian Nolan almost ended this one suddenly after Dental Work but Nation proved he's here to compete
Reggie Stallworth: Yes but how much damage was done is the question or will Nolan put Nation away for good?
Nolan pulls Nation up and whips him into the ropes. He takes Nation down with a back elbow. Nolan slowly goes to the top rope but Nation is up. Nation goes after Nolan nailing him with shots to the midsection. Nolan fights back with a right hand of his own knocking Nation down. He waits for Nation to get back up and leaps off only to get a kick to the midsection by Nation. Nation quickly hooks Nolan and nails him with a cradle piledriver. Nolan lays on the mat and looks to be out of it. Nation shakes off the effects of the right hand earlier and then locks Nolan in a Boston Crab. Nolan yells out in pain but quickly claws his way to the ropes causing the break. Nation breaks the hold but quickly grabs Nolan and tosses him over the tope rope to the arena floor.
David Wright: This may be a mistake here. Nation had Nolan on the ropes but Nolan is getting a breather on the outside
Reggie Stallworth: I tend to agree. You have to put your opponent away when you have a chance
David Wright: The fact that you agree with me makes me want to rethink things now.
Nolan slowly climbs back up on the ring apron and is met with a right hand by Nation. Nation hooks Nolan and goes to bring him back in with a suplex. Nolan drops down behind Nation. hooks him and takes Nation over with a German suplex. Nation gets up and is met with a Samoan drop by Nolan. Nolan quickly pulls Nation up and looks to be going for The C-D-T but Nation gets out it, goes behind Nolan and takes him down with a chop block. Both men slowly gets up and charge at each other nailing each other with clotheslines and go down
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Both men get to their feet breaking the count. Nation charges at Nolan but Nolan lifts him up and drops Nation throat first across the top rope. Nation falls back to the mat and Nolan drapes an arm across him.
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Nation shoots a shoulder off the mat.
David Wright: And this one isn't over just yet.
Reggie Stallworth: Look at the look on Nolan's face. He thought this one was in the books
Nolan pulls Nation up and nails him with a right hand, sending Nation back into the corner. He whips Nation across the ring and then charges in. Nation gets both feet up into Nolan's face and Nolan crashes to the mat. Nation quickly recovers and goes for a springboard elbow drop but Nolan manages to move. Both men are slow to get up but Nation is first and nails Nolan with a right hand, Nolan fires back with a right hand of his own and starts to back Nation up. Nation counters, grabbing Nolan and nailing him with a spinebuster. He drops a quick knee to the forehead of Nolan and then heads to the top rope. Nolan stumbles to his feet and gets nailed with a flying clothesline. Nation goes for a quick cover.
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No Nolan rolls a shoulder off the mat.
David Wright: What great back and forth action from these competitors
Reggie Stallworth: My money is still on the guy that gets the pin winning the match
David Wright: That' the general idea. Wait your not gonna do the whoever wins is the guy you picked routine again
Nation picks Nolan up and charges into the corner, looking to slam him head first into the corner turnbuckle. Nolan blocks it and then slams Nation's head into the top turnbuckle repeatedly. He does the same with the middle turnbuckle and then the bottom one and then drops a knee to the back of Nation's head as he lay on the mat.. Nolan pulls Nation to his feet and looks to be setting for a reverse DDT. Nation grabs Nolan and counters by shooting himself off the mat and over Nolan catching him with a reveres DDT Instead. He slowly pulls Nolan up and yells that's it before lifting Nolan up on his shoulder. Nolan drops off of Nations shoulders and now connects with a reverse DDT of his own
David Wright: Counter after counter. This one is gonna end suddenly
Reggie Stallworth: Of course it is. It y expert opinion after all
David Wright: You didn't say anything. I just said that
Reggie Stallworth: There you go taking credit for my brilliance again
Nolan pulls himself up an waits for Nation to start to get up. He goes for a big knee lift but Nation avoids it and catches Nolan with a thumb to the eye. Nolan stumbles around and gets a high knee to the back sending him chest first into the corner. Nation climbs to the top rope and hooks Nolan as though he was going for a tornado DDT but as he dos. Nolan blocks it and tosses Nation off. Nation lands on the mat hard and stumbles to his feet holding his chest. Nolan kicks Nation and then nails the C-D-T. He rolls Nation over and makes the cover
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Sammantha Jinx: Here is your winner…CHRISTIAN NOLAN!!!
David Wright: Christian Nolan pulls out win number two and let me guess you knew it all along
Reggie Stallworth: Of course I did.
We fade to the back where we see a man wearing large headphones running down the corridor toward just one of the many problems that occurs during a live broadcast. As he runs down the corridor he narrowly avoids colliding with the PDW Prodigy Champion Pete Ebdon who stands watching the chaos unfold with mild amusement on his face before reaching in to his pocket and removing his cell phone and flipping it open to read something off the screen.
Pete Ebdon: Does she now?
He flips the phone shut again and slides it back in to his pocket before walking down the corridor toward a large door with a sign on it that reads "STAR DEVERAUX" in large lettering and smirks as he opens the door without even bothering to knock to find the boss tapping something in to the computer at her next. He walks in and pulls out one of the chairs in front of the desk before noticing the PDW Platinum Championship resting on a bookcase in the corner of the room and walking over to it, running his fingers along it for a long moment before turning back to Star, who's only just noticed him there and is looking somewhat annoyed.
Pete Ebdon: Beautiful, isn't it? Pity about Josh though, still the show must go on I suppose.
He turns and sits down in the chair he pulled out moments earlier, propping up the Prodigy Championship on his shoulder as he grins at her again.
Pete Ebdon: You wanted to see me? I presume this is to finish the conversation that we never really got to have at Speak No Evil about the future of the Pantheon and, quite frankly, the future of Star Deveraux. You've had about three weeks to think about it since Josh's "departure" from the company and when we spoke last time you were still somewhat undecided, right? So tell me straight "boss lady", are you with us or against us?
Ebdon fell silent, awaiting Star's response to his question. She sat back comfortably in her chair, her eyes focused on a blank spot on her desk for a brief moment before she looked back up at him.
Star Deveraux: I wouldn't really say I was undecided. I had my mind made up then. Just wasn't exactly sure of my reasons behind it. But I'm sure about everything now. And the answer is...
She paused once again, running her fingers through her hair as she let out a deep sigh.
Star Deveraux: I'm not with or against anyone. PDW is my company and, as far as I'm concerned, no one can afford to have me "against" them. Not even you. I'm also not too interested in involving myself in petty little battles right now. I do realize the chaos that my involvement in the Pantheon created but that's not why I'm doing this. I'm doing it because first off, one of these days I'd have no choice but to kill your girlfriend. That's a given. And two, how does it benefit me...honestly?
Ebdon just grins from ear to ear at the mention of his girlfriend and can't stop himself from letting a little chuckle escape his lips.
Pete Ebdon: That seems to be a popular opinion right now, sometimes I wonder if I'm the only person in the company who actually likes her.
He laughs again surprisingly relaxed considering the situation.
Pete Ebdon: You want to remain on the fence though Star then I respect your decision, you're a businesswoman after all and you only care about doing what is ultimately best for the company, right? So do I! I'm not about to start another war against the roster because frankly war bores me and I could do without being attacked ten times a show whenever I leave my locker room by every second wannabe on the roster. You want to know what I can offer you that nobody else can however? I offer you two things: ratings and fan appreciation. They come hand in hand when I do what I do, the fans talk about what happens around the water coolers and more people tune in to see what the excitement is all about and nobody is more talked about in this business than me.
He sits back in the chair again.
Pete Ebdon: That's not ego talking that's simple statement of fact, wherever I go I cause ratings spikes and while the fans may hate me and want to see me buried six foot under the ground where I'll never cause them trouble again they still continue to tune in every single week without fail to see what it is I'll do next and who it is who'll get their shot to cut me down to size and simply put I've been doing this almost seven years and there's not been a single person who's "burst my bubble" so far and there won't be one for a long time to come.
For a moment, Star just sits staring at Ebdon, but a smile soon breaks through. She nods her head slowly, chuckling to herself.
Star Deveraux: Ratings and fan appreciation huh? My my...that's a new one.
Sarcasm. We all know what it sounds like. That was it right there.
Star Deveraux: But I expect to get those things from you no matter what.
Pete Ebdon: I may not be the most original thing in the world but unlike most who promise it I deliver and believe me when I replace this championship belt on my shoulder with that one-
Ebdon looks over toward the Platinum Championship again.
Pete Ebdon: -then I guarantee you that admissions will rise, pay per view buy rates will increase and weekly ratings will skyrocket and unlike every other Platinum Champion we've had I won't promise the world and then fall to this so-called "curse", I'll take the PDW Platinum Championship and make it in to a truly globally recognised World Heavyweight Title and this I promise you in exchange for one thing: no bullshit.
He smirks again.
Pete Ebdon: No more handicap matches, no more gauntlet challenge matches and no more idiots running around the locker room proclaiming the Pantheon as nothing but evil bastards and trying to get the roster to unite against us. I don't find it amusing anymore and frankly I could do without having to cripple men like Steve Jason because that Star is just bad for everybody. And yes I know Steve Jason is a walking case of herpes and just won't go away but there are plenty like him who will crack under the pressure, we both know that. So I scratch your back, I keep the world talking about Platinum Dynasty Wrestling and you keep your staff under control, we got a deal?
Star sighs once again. She then pauses for a moment, looking to be thinking over what he said. Then, she too smirks.
Star: Normally I don't like when people assume that I don't have control over my "staff"...because that does sound like the accusation here...but I'm just gonna say, yes. We have a deal. And I don't doubt that you'll deliver.
He gets up from the chair and holds out a hand for her to shake.
Pete Ebdon: Trust me, unlike so many others who came before me I won't fall at the first hurdle and you and I will be having many, many more meetings in the future that don't involve you explaining the terms of my restraining order.
He smirks as he looks over at the Platinum Championship one more time.
Pete Ebdon: And when you finally decide what you're going to do with that let me know because I'll give up this one in a heartbeat.
Hangman's Horror Match
Christy Matthews vs. Shara Baptiste
David Wright: Our next match features the newly crowned PDW Cyber Champion Christy Matthews looking for revenge on what supposedly Shara did at the last Disclosure.
Reggie Stallworth: Shara broke the contract Christy had out. Plus she embarrassed poor Christy.
David Wright: Whatever, Shara was just looking out for Angel.
Reggie Stallworth: Who provoked her own attack? She did.
David Wright: You are a lost cause anyway the following match is a Hangman’s Horror where the only way to win is choke your opponent out using on of two straps with dog collars that are attached to the bottom rope on opposite sides of the ring. Anyway let’s get this match started.
Just then we see Pantheon’s own ring announcer Abigail Young come running down to the ring as she slides in and jerks the mic away from Sammantha Jinx.
Abigail Young: From Overland Park, Kansas, a woman who is single-handedly carrying the torch for the future of women in this sport, the woman who defeated the longest reigning Cyber Champion in PDW history at Speak No Evil to become YOUR NEW PDW CYBER CHAMPION, she is “THE UNTOUCHABLE” CHRISTY MATTHEWS!!
The lights dim in the arena as the screens all cut to black and the chorus of Rihanna’s “Good Girl Gone Bad” hits the PA system...
Easy for a good girl to go bad
And once we gone (gone)
Best believe we've gone forever
Don't be the reason
Don't be the reason
You better learn how to treat us right
'Cause once a good girl goes bad
We gone forever...
The song fades out again and for a few seconds and there’s nothing but the fans booing heard all around the arena. After a few moments the opening “Scars” by Papa Roach hits the PA system as spotlights begin to flick on and off around the arena as the fans sing along...
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 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 and looks more than ready for the task ahead. Some fans continuing booing her while others sing along with the chorus from “Scars”; once again...
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: And her opponent hailing from Philadelphia, PA!!! She enters here weighing in at one hundred and thirty-five pounds. She is…………..SHARA BAPTISTE!!!!!
"Party like a Rockstar" remix by Shop Boyz ft. Lil' Wayne, Jim Jones and Chamillionaire begins to blast as Shara Baptiste curvaceous body appears on the stage as she looks to be all business tonight as she doesn’t look to pleased having to be in a match. She makes her way straight to the ring as she stares a hole in Christy Matthews. She then slides in the ring as Christy doesn’t give her a chance to get up. Christy Matthews jumps on her and begins to choke her with her bare hands.
David Wright: Christy doesn’t look like she is going to use the rope to choke Shara out.
Shara now rakes the eyes of Christy as Christy lets go of the choke hold. Shara gasps for air as she now climbs to her feet. Christy blinded a bit by the rake to the eyes turns right into a spinning heel kick from Shara that sends Christy down to the mat. Shara now gets up and connects with a standing leg drop to Christy Now Shara picks up Christy and whips her in to the ropes as Christy ducks a clothesline as she bounce off the near ropes and nails Shara with a rolling wheel kick that sends Shara down. Christy now grabs one of the straps and walks over to Shara who is climbing to her feet. Christy now uses the strap as she wraps it around Shara’s throat as Christy uses the strap to snapmare Shara over to the ground as she then begins to lean back choking Shara even more. Shara tries to grab the strap to loosen the strap but it is no use as Christy has it too tight. Shara now reaches back and grabs Christy’s hair as Shara stands up and delivers an inverted jawbreaker to Christy thus releasing the stranglehold Christy had on Shara with the strap.
David Wright: Both women are down now after that jawbreaker by Shara.
Christy holds her jaw as she rolls around a bit on the mat. Shara now gasping for breath stands up as she now grabs the strap as she walks over to Christy and begins to lashing her with the strap. She connects on Christy’s back as she arches it in pain. Shara now drops the strap as she picks up Christy and throws her out of the ring. Shara now joins her as she picks up Christy and whips her into the barricade as Christy’s crashes back first in to it. Shara now follows in as Christy sends Shara into the front row of the fans with a back body drop over the barricade. Shara gets helped up by the fans as Christy grabs Shara flips her back over to the ring area. Now Christy begins stomping away on Shara as she then begins to choke Shara with her foot as she uses the ring apron as leverage as Shara now grabs Christy’s other foot pulling out from under her. Christy head cracks the apron as she falls to the ground.
Reggie Stallworth: What a nasty fall.
David Wright: Yeah this though gives Shara an opening she needs.
Christy is down as Shara uses the ring apron to climb to her feet now as she now looks down at Christy. Shara grabs the strap from inside the ring as she puts the collar on Christy. Shara now picks up Christy Irish whips her at an angle thus snapping Christy backwards when she reaches the length of the strap. Christy crashes down to the hard ground and lands on the back of her head. Shara gives a wicked smile as she walks over to Christy’s legs .Shara grabs legs as she leans back thus pulling the strap farther away from the ring. The strap now chokes Christy as it is at it’s stretched as far as it can go. Christy desperately tries to get free. Christy now kicks her feet wildly to get free. She finally gets one free as she connects to the face of Shara. Shara lets go of the hold as Christy crawls back toward the ring to catch her breath. Christy now takes the collar off as Shara now grabs her as Christy pulls Shara forward into the ring post. Christy now climbs to her feet as Shara turns away holding her face.
David Wright: Both of these women are letting everything hang out.
Reggie Stallworth: REALLY!?
David Wright: I didn’t mean it that way.
Reggie Stallworth: Damn it.
David Wright: Though it looks like we are going to get a close up view.
Christy now has dragged Shara over in front of the announcer’s table as she slams Shara on to the table. Shara holds her face as Christy and slams backwards to the floor. Now Christy grabs one of the monitors from the table as she waits for Shara to get to her feet. Shara does and gets a close view of the monitor as Christy smashes it across Shara’s face. Shara falls like a ton of bricks as now Christy grabs Shara and rolls her lifeless body into the ring. Christy soon follows her in. Christy now grabs the collar as she tries to put it on Shara. Shara instinctively throws an elbow to the side of the head of Christy. Shara now starts to climb to her feet as she grabs Christy and connects with a couple more elbows that back Christy into the corner. Shara now grabs Christy’s head and she connects with a running bulldog in the center of the ring. Shara stands up now as she begins to stomp away on Christy. Christy though blocks a stomp by Shara as she turns it into an grapevine anklelock.
David Wright: Christy now breaking out some technical wrestling in this brawl between the two women.
Christy has the ankle lock on as she has a firm hold on it as Shara screams out in pain. Christy looks like she is getting some sick satisfaction out of her Shara scream. She keeps the hold on her as Shara starts rolling as she rolls both her and Christy out of the ring as they land hard on the floor outside thus causing Christy to break the hold.
Reggie Stallworth: That is one way to get out of that hold.
David Wright: You can say that again.
Reggie Stallworth: That is one way to get out of that hold
David Wright: Oh sorry did I forget to laugh.
Reggie Stallworth: Quit hatin’
Christy now climbs to her feet as Shara does too. Shara can barely put any pressure though on her left leg cause of the anklelock. Christy charges at Shara who catches Christy with a drop toe hold that sends Christy face first into the steel steps. Shara slowly stands up as Christy turns over as she is starting to bleed. Shara though now grabs Christy head and slams it into the steel steps a couple more times that causes the blood to flow heavier. Shara now picks up Christy who surprises Shara with a reverse STO on the steps. Shara is laid out as blood starts to flow from her too. Both women are now dawning the crimson mask in a matter of two minutes.
David Wright: This match is damn right brutal.
Reggie Stallworth: This will show Shara to stick nose in other people’s business.
Both women lay own the ground. Both women are feeling the affects of the match so far. Now both women start to their feet as they start exchanging wild blows. They match each others rights with rights of their own and lefts with lefts of their own. Finally Christy ducks a right from Shara and buries a knee into Shara’s stomach as she then ddt’s Shara on the ramp. Christy now picks up Shara and leads her toward the ring as she slams Shara’s face on the apron before rolling her in. Christy now looks under the ring as she grabs a chair. Christy now slides in the ring with chair in hand. She waits for Shara to stand up to her feet as she then swings. Shara ducks the swing of the chair as she nails Christy with a cresant kick to the chair that sends it into Christy’s face. Christy falls back into the corner as Shara charges in and connects with a splash. Christy now falls to the mat Shara now ascends to the top rope.
David Wright: She looks like she wants to take out Christy for good.
Reggie Stallworth: I didn’t know she swung that way.
David Wright: What?
Reggie Stallworth: Nevermind it was over your head.
David Wright: THE STREET CHIC FROM SHARA!!!!!
Shara comes off the top rope with a sky twister press that connects on Christy. Shara now rolls off over her as she sees the chair. Shara grabs the chair as she picks up Christy an positions Christy over it. Shara then connects with a double underhook piledriver on the chair as Christy looks to be out of it.
David Wright: Oh man this might be the end.
Reggie Stallworth: Come on Christy get up.
Shara now walks over and grabs the collar. She puts it on Christy. She now picks up Christy as Shara sends over the top rope thus hanging her. Christy tries to get the collar off but can’t do it in time as her body goes limp. The ref now goes over to check. The ref picks up the arm of Christy as he lets go and it falls back down.
1…………
The ref holds the arm up again as it falls down again.
2…………
The ref one more time holds the arm as it falls down for the last time.
3………….
The ref calls for the bell as the ref now undoes the collar of Christy.
David Wright: That is it as Shara picks up and very impressive and disturbing victory over Christy Matthews as her little measure for revenge backfires.
Reggie Stallworth: Shara cheated.
David Wright: The match didn’t have any rules. How did she cheat?
Reggie Stallworth: I don’t know but she did.
David Wright: Whatever you say.
The match has come to an end, but before anybody can make a move to leave the ring, without any warning 'Believe' by Breaking Benjamin blasts over the PA system, going directly into the chorus that announces the impending arrival of Steve Jason.Be-lieve!
I don't care what you want!
I just want mine!
Shut up!
Smart little bitch!
I don't need lies!
I don't care what you want, I just want mine...
Get up!
Force it to fit!
Confined inside!
Without any further delay, out comes a grinning Steve Jason, clad in a gray sportcoat, dress pants, a black undershirt and shined-up black dress shoes. With microphone in hand, he comes to a stop on the ramp and 'Believe' fades out relatively early, leaving only the sound of the suddenly-excited crowd as all eyes fall on him. He raises his microphone suddenly, then speaks.
Steve Jason: Sorry to bust in on the end of the parade here, ladies, but I've got some rather important announcements to make, and to be quite frank, this was the most fitting time to make them in. I'm out here right now to discuss one thing, and one thing only- and I think most of you already know what it's going to be. I'm here to talk about the next Disclosure- more to the point, I'm here to talk about my Disclosure. Now, I've got a fair few ideas straight off the bat, and I'm gonna be honest- I'm not going to lay them all on the table right away. Some of them you'll have to wait until after the show to see. But I've decided that I'm going to announce two of the lucky matches right here, right now for you all to know.
The crowd dies down at that, eager to hear what Steve has in mind. He walks a short distance along the stage before speaking up.
Steve Jason: One thing that's been on my mind rather frequently booking this show has been the amount of... trouble we've found ourselves in over certain Disclosures. More to the point, Nicholas Jaxx making a complete jackass of himself- even more so than usual- and the relevant channels getting on our arses about being too edgy. Apparently, people want more 'family-friendly' material. So I've decided I'm gonna do what the critics have been demanding all along. I'm gonna make the next Disclosure all about family...
The crowd can't believe what they're hearing now, bursting into outraged shouts. There are even a few boos as the fans truly voice their displeasure at the notion of making the next Disclosure a 'family' show. Steve merely grins, however, and holds his hand up.
Steve Jason: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold on there, folks. Perhaps you misunderstood. You didn't think I was talking about watering down the show and making everybody shake hands and prance around with flowers after matches and such, did you? Whoa! Man, have I misled you guys. I'm actually talking about family in the most literal sense. You see, there's a family out there that's been making something of a name for themselves here in PDW. OK, granted, they're kinda more of a couple, but they share a surname so we'll pay it. And we also have two young men who've recently made something of an impact here and who are no doubt desperate to make even more of one- and who just happen to be related. That's right, folks, it's going to be brothers versus husband and wife as Christian and Alex Nolan take on Drake and Catalina Benjamin!
There's a visible murmur of excitement at that match.
Steve Jason: But you're probably wondering- why am I interrupting the end of this match to make my statement? Quite simply, my next match announcement concerns one of the women who have just battled it out.
With that said, Steve turns his gaze directly upon Christy Matthews, raising the microphone slightly before speaking.
Steve Jason: Christy. You might not have noticed this, but I've been paying attention to some of the things you were saying leading up to your Cyber Championship match at Speak No Evil, and one of the things you brought up was the Cyber Championship not being defended as often as it should. Well, I've actually paid some thought to what you've been saying, Christy, and I entirely agree. The Cyber Championship should be defended more. And given that you were one of the ones making this statement, I've decided to give you the honor of doing so in the first announced match for my Disclosure next week. That's right, Christy, next week, you're defending!
There's a sudden rumble of approval from the crowd at that announcement. Steve merely chuckles quietly, holding a single finger up to signal for silence before staring back down the ramp at Christy.
Steve Jason: And that's just a small, small sample of the ideas that I've been boiling up for this next Disclosure. There's plenty more where that came from... and they'll be announced shortly after the show. Keep your eyes peeled and your ears open, because I promise you, this is going to be one Disclosure people will not be forgetting for quite some time. And that...
Before Steve can finish his catchphrase, a fairly large section of the crowd finishes it for him. Steve just shakes his head, a visibly amused look on his face before letting the crowd die down and finishing the phrase.
Steve Jason: ...is undeniable.
With that said, 'Believe' blasts over the PA system again and Steve remains standing for several seconds, smirking at the two announced matches and their reactions before turning on his heel and disappearing backstage.
We fade to the back where we see Christy Matthews walking down the corridor still a little sore after her match earlier and opening the Pantheon locker room to find the lights turned out. She flicks the lights on again and catches a glimpse of somebody sitting in the corner with their arms crossed, turning curiously to see Nicholas Jaxx sitting there with a scowl on his face and she almost immediately starts laughing as Jaxx’s whole body, including his hair, is tinted blue.
Nicholas Jaxx: You think this is funny?
Christy actually falls down to her knees as she holds her sides laughing hysterically as Jaxx sits there with his arms crossed.
Christy Matthews: Oh my god you look like Papa Smurf!!
She continues laughing as the door opens again and Pete Ebdon walks in with a somewhat bitter look on his face but he takes one look at Christy now lying on the floor laughing hysterically and then one look at Jaxx and the bitterness turns in to a smirk.
Pete Ebdon: You trying a new look Nick?
Nicholas Jaxx: Don’t start dude, this shit isn’t funny.
We hear banging from one of the lockers, as though it’s actually coming from INSIDE one of the lockers, and Ebdon looks over at the locker curiously.
Nicholas Jaxx: It’s Gio. He wouldn’t stop cracking jokes so now he’s having a time out.
Christy is now biting down hard on her bottom lip in an attempt to stop laughing but she’s in the midst of a fit of giggles and isn’t having an easy time stopping herself.
Pete Ebdon: So... what happened?
Nicholas Jaxx: Ain’t it obvious? Some mother fucker is trying to mess with me. They think turning me blue is fucking funny, like it’s all a big joke? I’ll fucking kill ‘em!
Christy Matthews: Oh god please stop talking, I can’t take you seriously like that.
She’s still giggling as Ebdon slowly shakes his head.
Pete Ebdon:You know I found something in my bag the other day that must have been there for months and I think it’s perfect for you right now.
Nicholas Jaxx: It fucking better be dude.
Ebdon reaches in to his bag and pulls something out, hiding it from Jaxx’s view as he walks across and affixes it to his head. As he takes a step back to admire his handiwork we see that Jaxx is now wearing what looks like an old Santa Claus hat. Christy begins laughing hysterically again as Ebdon admires his handiwork.
Pete Ebdon: There we go. Must have been fate, huh?
Jaxx looks in to the mirror and shakes his head slowly.
Nicholas Jaxx: Not funny dude. Not funny at all.
Christy is now laughing too much to even respond and the banging from inside the locker starts up again as Jaxx kicks it angrily before pulling open the door to the locker room, still wearing the Santa hat, and screaming down the corridor.
Nicholas Jaxx: WHOEVER DID THIS IS GOING TO PAY! THIS ISN’T FUCKING FUNNY!
Jaxx looks around for a moment before slamming the door. The woman steps from around the corner laughing hysterically at her handy work. We hear her whisper "See ya soon Jaxx" before turning heel and walking down the hall. The woman continues laughing as the scene fades.
Hardcore Rules Tag Team Match
John Raide & Inferno vs. Nicholas Jaxx & Giovianni Aries
Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a hardcore rules tag team match up. Introducing first, weighing in at 223 pounds, he hails from Portland, Maine…JOHN RAIDE!!!
"Please allow me to introduce myself.
I'm a man of wealth, and taste."
"Sympathy for the Devil" by Guns N' Roses echoes throughout the arena as the fans rise to their feet to greet an old favourite. Bics and Zippos line the arena from floor to ceiling, threatening a fire alarm when the lights cut to black. Yellow, purple, and red strobe lights hit across the arena as some youngsters fall to the floor with sudden fits of epilepsy. The crowd then comes to life with chants of "FADE-TO-BLACK" as a spotlight corners Raide making his way to the ring from the arena crowd. Security is holding overzealous fans and enemies alike at bay, even some resorting to hard shoving. Raide doesn't pay any mind to this, even as he reaches the guard rail and quickly hops over, looking out from under the towel that hangs over his head. He quickly adjusts his fist tape and takes a deep breath before running up the steps and into the ring. Without celebration, he reaches his corner and leans into the turnbuckle, casually raising one arm in the air to barely acknowledge the fans in attendance. The fans cheer one more time before the music dies down and the match is about to begin.
David Wright: The man…the myth. John Raide is back in PDW, folks! And he is making himself known once again!
Reggie Stallworth: I know out of everyone in this match Giovianni most want this dude the worst after what happened at Speak No Evil!
David Wright: Definitely! Hell, the whole Pantheon probably has it out for this man right about now.
Sammantha Jinx: And his partner, from New York City, New York…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.
Sammantha Jinx: And their opponents. Introducing first, currently residing in Miami, Florida… “The King of Sin”….NICHOLAS JAXX!!!
...NICHOLAS JAXX WILL STEAL THE SHOW IN...
...5...
...4...
...3...
...2...
...1...
...NOW!!
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 crowd begin to boo for the Pantheon representative. 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. His large Samoan sidekick Reuben Tialata joins him on the stage before Jaxx begins walking down to the ring, slapping hands on the way down before jumping up on the apron and leaping over the top rope, climbing the ropes on the far side of the ring and pulling the hood of his jacket down and opening the jacket up to reveal the PDW Bloodshed Championship around his waist, shielding the lights from his eyes and looking out at the crowd. He jumps back down and walks across the ring, climbing the ropes on the other side and looking out at the fans once again.
Sammantha Jinx: And finally, his partner, from Malibu, California…GIOVIANNI ARIES!!!
The lights dim in the arena as the screens all cut to black and the beginning of Nas's “Stronger” hits the PA system...
, Makes us harder, better, faster, stronger!
Work it harder, make it better,
do it faster, makes us stronger,
more than ever, never over,
Our work here is never over.
N- n- now th- that don't kill me
Can only make me stronger
I need you to hurry up now
'cause I can't wait much longer
I know I got to be right now
'cause I can't get much wronger
Man I've been waitin' all night now
That's how long I've been on you
As then the guitar riffs are heard of “Cult of Personality” by Living Colour begins fill the arena as the fans start to boo as the lights begin to flick back on as the lyrics of Cult of Personality begin to play
Cult of personality
I know your anger, I know your dreams
Ive been everything you want to be
Im the cult of personality
Like mussolini and kennedy
Im the cult of personality
Cult of personality
Cult of personality.
Finally Giovianni Aries steps out from behind the curtain to even more boos as he looks at the fans with distain. He unbuttons the sleeves of his Armani white button down dress and he looks down at the ring with a facial expression that exudes confidence and arrogance.
The mirror speaks, the reflection lies
You dont have to follow me
Only you can set me free
I sell the things you need to be
Im the smiling face on your t.v.
Im the cult of personality
I exploit you still you love me
Giovianni Aries now throws his arm up as boos just keep getting louder as Giovianni Aries lets out a slight smirk as the fans seem to can stand his arrogance and his total and utter distain for him. As behind Giovianni Aries the screen starts to light with the following.
...P A N T H E O N P R E S E N T S...
…P L A T I N U M' S O N L Y P R O D I G Y…
...G I O V I A N N I A R I E S...
Giovianni Aries points to the screen an smiles as he begins his way down the ramp provoking the fans as he goes. Giovianni Aries now reaches the ring area as he begins to take off his Armani button down shirt as he hands it to the ring assistant. He warns the ring assistant not to mess up his shirt as now Giovianni Aries now walks up the steel steps as he climbs into the ring. Giovianni Aries soaks up the boos as he jumps up on the middle rope in between the two turnbuckle and hangs over it as he throws one arm up as he looks over the crowd in utter pity.
David Wright: Giovianni looks pumped for this match. Even though he took a loss at Speak No Evil no one can deny that his performance was great. The odds are definitely stacked in the favor of him and Jaxx.
Reggie Stallworth: Maybe they are and maybe they aren't. While Raide has been away from the ring for quite some times he's still John Raide! And Inferno may not be a champion at this time but he has spent the majority of his PDW career as one. Nobody can forget that.
As the bell sounds out, both Inferno and Jaxx stand across the ring from one another, beginning to circle each other slowly as they size up the other man. It is Jaxx who runs in first, locking up with Inferno briefly only to be overpowered and tossed into a side headlock. As Inferno locks the move in tightly, Jaxx repeatedly smashes his fist into Inferno's ribcage to get him to break the whole. Inferno obliges him by launching him into the ropes. As Jaxx returns Inferno flattens him with a quick lariat as the fans fill the arena with their excitement.
David Wright: Inferno making Jaxx eat canvas already.
Reggie Stallworth: Nicholas Jaxx has been made into a bitch since this night started. We saw what happened to him earlier!
Jaxx rolls out of the ring to catch his bearings, and Inferno begins to taunt him. Jaxx flips Inferno the bird, then runs around the ring as Inferno rolls out and begins to chase him. As Jaxx rolls into the ring, Inferno grabs his leg, but Jaxx kicks Inferno in the face, then jumps over the top rope and hits Inferno with a plancha! Inferno hits the floor hard and Jaxx immediately follows as their respective partners look on from their corners. Inferno lifts his hands and immediately begins cradling the back of his head as Jaxx pushes himself up on all fours and inches his way back towards the ring. But instead of getting up he opts to slide underneath the ring and return with two trash can lids. He then pops back to his feet and turns back to a struggling Inferno. As Inferno uses the announce table to lift himself up Jaxx nails him over the head with one lid and quickly follows up with the other, dropping Inferno back to the floor. Jaxx poses for the crowd and doesn't notice Raide closing in from behind him with a steel chair in hand. Raide nails Jaxx over the back of the head with the chair and Jaxx crashes to the ground! Giovanni rushes Raide but Raide nails him in the head with the chair as well! Raide raises the chair in the air and the crowd goes ballistic!
David Wright: Raide just cleaned house!
With Giovianni down, Raide begins laying the boots to him quickly as Inferno makes his way back to his feet. Inferno stalks over to the ring and slides back in under the bottom rope. He looks to be headed back to the center but pauses for a moment, looking around. He spots a stumbling Nicholas Jaxx outside the ring and heads back to the ropes, reaching over them to grab Jaxx by the hair. Inferno drags Jaxx up onto the apron and flips him into the ring as Raide casually tosses the chair in to him. Inferno retrieves the chair and stares down at Jaxx for a moment before raising the chair high and smacking Jaxx straight across the back! Jaxx drops to the ground, clutching at his spine! Inferno drives the chair into his back a few more times then holds the chair in the air, winding up for a power shot to Jaxx's back!
Reggie Stallworth: Look's like Inferno's about to put Jaxx out of commission!
Out of nowhere, Aries superkick's the chair into Inferno's face! Raide looks confused!
David Wright: Raide wasn't watching Aries like he should've been and Inferno just paid for that mistake!Raide slides into the ring and rushes Aries, but Jaxx is playing possum! He jumps to his feet and hits Raide with a leaping enziguiri! Raide falls face-first onto the chair! Jaxx looks down at Raide, then at the ropes. Jaxx begins to smile!
David Wright: That can't be good.
Jaxx climbs to the top rope, then tells Aries to hold Raide's legs. Aries complies as Jaxx stands tall, then leaps off the top rope, looking for the 720!
Reggie Stallworth: Rage is about to die!
Just as Jaxx is about to come down on his head, Raide rolls over, dragging Aries into Jaxx's path! Jaxx hits the 720 on Aries! Raide immediately hits the OWN3D on Jaxx and goes for the cover!
1!
2!
Jaxx gets a shoulder up!
David Wright: I think Jaxx took Aries out of the match for good!
Aries rolls out of the ring, clutching the back of his bleeding head. Just as Aries rolls out, Inferno rolls in, his face covered in his own blood due to Aries' superkick earlier in the match.
Reggie Stallworth: Inferno ain't right! He looks drunk!
Inferno falls down to a knee, looking at the mat. He touches his hand to his head, then looks at the blood now covering his hand.
David Wright: What the hell is he doing?
The camera zooms in close on Inferno's head, revealing a six inch gash, spanning from his right brow to the start of his hairline.
Reggie Stallworth: I think I'm gonna puke!
David Wright: I think I can see his skull!
Inferno stumbles towards Raide, who catches him and looks at him, his eyes growing wide with horror when he sees the gash in Inferno's skull! Jaxx seizes the opportunity, grabs both of their heads, and smashes them into each other! Inferno screams in pain and falls backwards out of the ring, while Raide just stumbles backwards. Jaxx rushes him and clotheslines him out of the ring! Raide lands on his feet, reaches in to grab one of Jaxx's legs, but Jaxx jumps over the ropes instead and goes for a hurricanrana, but Raide counters with a powerbomb into the guardrail!
Reggie Stallworth: Damn! Jaxx has to be done after that one!
On the other side of the ring, Aries grogilly stands up, picks up Inferno, and rolls him into the ring.
David Wrigiht: Is Inferno even alive?
Aries drags Inferno over to the corner, places his head on the bottom turnbuckle, and begins to stomp away!
Reggie Stallworth: That ain't even necessary, Inferno's already unconscious!
David Wright: Decline of Western Civilization, and Raide is too busy with Jaxx to help Inferno out!
Aries finishes Inferno off, then drags him to the center of the ring and goes for the pin.
1….
2….
Raide rushes into the ring to break it up, but Jaxx grabs his leg!
3!
Jaxx and Aries win!
David Wright: What a match and—
Before Wright can even finish his sentence the lights around the arena fade to black.
Reggie Stallworth: Uh-oh, this can’t be good...
We can just about make out the four competitors in the ring for a moment 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 arena focusing on the area of the arena from which Ebdon normally makes his entrance only to find the self-proclaimed Messiah of Professional Wrestling isn’t there either. The cameras suddenly cut back to the ring however as the lights come back on to see John Raide lying face down on the mat and Ebdon with Inferno on his shoulders...
David Wright: Wait, what the hell?! WHERE DID EBDON COME FROM!?
Reggie Stallworth: Doesn’t matter where he came from DW, all that matters is what happens next...
David Wright: EGO DRIVER ON THE FORMER NEXT BIG THING CHAMPION!!!
Ebdon stands over the fallen body of Inferno for a moment before rolling from the ring and throwing Sammantha Jinx from her chair, hurling it in to the ring before grabbing the timekeeper and throwing him off his chair as well, grabbing that and hurling that in to the ring before rolling in after it and picking up one of the two steel chairs from the mat as Aries and Jaxx look on somewhat confused and Raide pulls himself back to his knees from whatever it was Ebdon did to knock him to the mat in the first place while the lights were out. Ebdon doesn’t wind up or take any time at all to set up the next attack, he just picks up the chair and in one motion swings it and cracks it across the face of Raide who falls back down to the mat again with a trail of blood trickling from his forehead. Ebdon leans down and picks up the second chair and throws it to Aries and begins barking out the orders as a very beaten up looking Christy Matthews climbs back in to the ring holding her neck in pain and Ebdon points down at Raide and orders Aries to pick him up to his feet.
David Wright: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!
Reggie Stallworth: I guess Ebdon’s more pissed at Raide for what happened at the pay per view than he let on, huh? The guy DID burn all their stuff; I guess our Saviour takes that seriously.
David Wright: Our Saviour? You’re actually buying in to that crap? Why aren’t I shocked?
Aries pulls an unsteady on his feet John Raide back up again and picks up the steel chair Ebdon gave him, attempting to steady Raide as Ebdon is still barking out orders. On command Aries holds his steel chair on one side of Raide’s head and Ebdon holds his on the other and just nods his head as both Nicholas Jaxx and Christy Matthews deliver Superkicks in stereo to the steel chairs sandwiching Raide’s head between them with a nasty crunching sound. Ebdon releases the chair just as Jaxx’s foot makes contact with it, just as Aries does with the chair that Christy kicks, and while Aries takes a step back from Raide expecting him to fall down backwards Ebdon does the opposite, darting quickly in front of him before he’s even had the chance to fall down and grabbing him in the ¾ facelock before leaping forward and dropping John Raide to the mat...
David Wright: DOUBLE-SUPERKICKS IN TO THE EGO CUTTER!!!
Reggie Stallworth: See, he just saved us from John Raide! We should be thankful!
Ebdon leans down and begins talking trash in to the face of an unconscious John Raide, asking him if it was still worth his stunt at Speak No Evil and if he really thought he could get away with what he did. He then gets back to his feet and walks over to the ropes, holding out his hand for Sammantha Jinx to place a microphone in to it.
Pete Ebdon: If you’ll recall I’ve been singing a new tune over the past few weeks and it goes a little something like this – I don’t want to destroy this company because frankly I like this company and so the Pantheon is going in a new direction, from this point on we’re only acting in the best interests of this company. What you may think you just saw – me extracting a little payback on this overrated piece of shit former Platinum Champion John Raide – wasn’t an act of vengeance...
The fans boo and Ebdon stops mid-sentence and laughs.
Pete Ebdon: ...ok, it wasn’t ENTIRELY about vengeance at least...
The fans boo again as Ebdon looks down at his handiwork with a smirk.
Pete Ebdon: ...but rather simply my way of acting in the best interests of this company and its fans. What we just did we did for all of you!
The fans begin chanting “CUT THE BULLSHIT” repeatedly as Ebdon just stands in the middle of the ring laughing.
Pete Ebdon: You think that’s what this is? You think I’m bullshitting you? I’m a pretty honest guy and if I wanted to attack John Raide and leave him blowing bubbles in to a pool of his own blood simply because I didn’t LIKE the guy then I’d tell you all straight but that’s not what this is, this is about SAVING this company from overhyped assholes like John Raide who think that just because he once fluked a victory and became Platinum Champion – and yes John when you wake up and play this back to hear what I had to say I want to make absolutely sure that you heard me right so let me repeat that last bit, FLUKED a victory to become Platinum Champion – that he can walk in here with his bullshit speeches and think that he’s automatically entitled to reclaim the top spot because he believes that he passed the baton down the line. If that’s true John, if six months ago you decided to pass the baton down to the next generation and now for whatever reason you want it back I’ve got some terrible news for you: IT’S NOT YOURS ANY MORE!
Raide begins to move again and Ebdon shakes his head slowly and points at Aries and Jaxx. Jaxx grabs a chair and slides it under Raide’s head as Aries pulls his head up and curb-stomps his face back in to the chair again to knock him back in to unconsciousness.
Pete Ebdon: That’s better. Now John do me one small favour and don’t interrupt again, I’m not done talking yet. See Raide’s return to this company and his attempt to reclaim the top spot doesn’t bother me personally in the slightest, just like so many others who have tried to take the top spot in this company since my arrival have tried to beat me and failed so completely John Raide would be just another statistic if he were to come up against me and he and I both realise that. However the fact that he would indeed try anyway driven on my a combination of ignorance and mental retardation would do absolutely NOTHING to further enhance this companies reputation, in fact all John Raide challenging me would in fact be is a waste of this companies number one resource – my time! So yes, what I just did was in fact for you the people just like me claiming the Platinum Cup tonight. While I make no secret of the fact that I want that cup for my own selfish reasons by claiming it in my name I will enhance its reputation around the globe and that will only benefit this company.
Ebdon looks down at the pool of blood collecting at the side of Raide’s head and rolls him over with his foot so Raide is now lying face up and not face down.
Pete Ebdon: Whether you acknowledge it or not, whether you thank me or despise me what I do in this ring I do for all of you. I am the Saviour of Platinum Dynasty Wrestling. I am the Anointed One, the chosen leader for the new era, and the Messiah of this business and under my leadership the Pantheon will save this company from itself. We are the Pantheon, we are Platinum’s Most Wanted and we are Professional Wrestling. Welcome to our world, welcome to the future!
Ebdon tosses the microphone down as “No Jesus Christ” my Seether blasts across the PA system and Nicholas Jaxx, Giovianni Aries, Christy Matthews and himself roll from the ring and begin walking up the entrance ramp, Jaxx snatching his Bloodshed Championship back from the referee as he walks past and holding it in to the air.
David Wright: He did that for us? What if we don’t WANT him to save us?
Reggie Stallworth: I don’t think he’s giving you a whole of lot choice DW, and quite frankly I DO want him to save us. I’m sick of half this roster and I’m sick of the half-hearted effort most of this guys put in. If Ebdon wants to lead then I say we all follow his example!
David Wright: So you endorse jumping people from behind after a match in the name of enhancing the company?
Reggie Stallworth: Absolutely, it sure beats burning people’s belongings and dressing them up like girls!
David Wright: We’ll see how far Ebdon can really go to “save us” tonight though as in just a few minutes it’s Pete Ebdon versus Steve Jason versus Draven, winner to be awarded the first ever Platinum Cup!
The loud clambering of female bliss strikes the mood into existence. Bras and towels fall everywhere inside the shower room, as sight grows frail in the midst of steam. Dampened black hair is then strung dry as a most noticeable face emerges. Proverbial blues light the scene as pale complected flesh swabs away the condensation from the mirror’s surface.
Toni Terror: Oh, silly me. It appears I missed a spot.
A voice, barely perceptible amongst the chatter, breaks out from the back.
???: You fist a lot?
Repulsed, Sarah turns sharply to her right—glaring off at the enigmatic figure beyond the steam.
Toni Terror: I said, “I missed a spot.” Don’t you dare go throwing your slut appeal in my direction, you Jezebel!
???: Who on earth are you calling a Jezebel?
Rolling her eyes, Sarah once again focuses on her captivating reflection.
Toni Terror: Do tell me we have more black dye in the back! If Star forgot to order it, I swear—I’m going to pour a bottle of eye drops in her coffee.
Snickers.
Toni Terror: She’ll have the shits for days—if it doesn’t kill her first!
???: That mess on your head looks like a pile of shit, all right.
Enthralled by the very core of rage, Sarah soars into the blinding mist as screams arise. Loud clashing of flesh against raw steel surface as, finally, the noise dies and Sarah reemerges, as blood now lays splattered upon her face and chest.
Toni Terror: Does this improve the image?
Driving the edges of her nails deeply into the palm of her right hand, she slams her fist into the mirror—sending shards of glass scattering across the tiled floor, as well as slicing deeply into her flesh. Upon her notice of the scattered mess, however, she finds a yellow letter… peculiarly folded and scribbled upon with eccentric illustrations. As she unfolds the paper and begins to read—her eyes begin to tell a daunting story.
Toni Terror: What the… who the fuck wrote this!?
She gapes hard within the steam to read what is last written.
Toni Terror: “Signed, Dorian Gray.”
The scene, at last, fades to black as Terror, in the midst of confusion, grows silent.
Platinum Cup Tournament: Finals
Draven vs. Pete Ebdon vs. Steve Jason
David Wright: Main event time, folks! And what a match this is gonna be!
Reggie Stallworth: Yeah, it’s not too often I look forward to a match unless there’s all chicks involved but this one I just can’t wait to start!
Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our main event match of the night! The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the PDW 2008 Platinum cup!
Reggie Stallworth: I just fuckin’ marked like I’ve never marked before!
David Wright: Goddamn right!
Sammantha Jinx: Introducing first. Weighing in at 240 pounds, coming all the way from Sunset Coast, Australia, he is…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.
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, eyeing the apron in front of him with intensity. Suddenly, the sung verse becomes an intense, angry chorus as Steve pulls his hood back to reveal his face and 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.
David Wright: And here is the hero that Pete Ebdon wishes he was! We’ve had some great wrestlers come through Platinum Dynasty Wrestling since it’s opening in January of ’07 but Steve Jason has definitely earned his place among some of the best we’ve ever seen.
Reggie Stallworth: I’m gonna go ahead and agree with you on that one. The man has definitely done his thing in the ring. I have to hand that to him. I wouldn’t wanna get in the ring with him.
David Wright: You wouldn’t wanna get in the ring with any of these men.
Sammantha Jinx: And introducing next. Coming to use from Orange County, California, “The dangerous Enigma”…DRAVEN!!!
And this is how it feels when I ignore the words you spoke to me
And this is where I lose myself when I keep running away from you
And this is who I am when, when I don't know myself anymore
And this is what I choose when it's all left up to me
The huge flash of pyros explode as thunderous echoes of blast from the entrance ramp go off. Full of red and white colors. Draven comes out in running fashion, bouncing left and right to the hype of the overwhelming audience. Draven takes his hand, signaling it to his ears for the audience to raise it up another level ...
Breathe your life into me
I can feel you
I'm falling, falling faster
Breathe your life into me
I still need you
I'm falling, falling
Breathe into me
Breathe into me
Draven comes jogging down the ramp as smoke fills in place of the blasted pyros. He drops high-fives down the line, doing it evenly on both sides, as he easily slides crossways into the ring. He fills himself with the full hyperness coming from the crowd. He bounces up an down continuously for a few moments ...
And this is how it looks when I am standing on the edge
And this is how I break apart when I finally hit the ground
And this is how it hurts when I pretend I don't feel any pain
And this is how I disappear when I throw myself away
Breathe your life into me
I can feel you
I'm falling, falling faster
Breathe your life into me
I still need you
I'm falling, falling
Breathe into me
Breathe into me
Breathe into me
Breathe into me
Draven then runs, before hopping onto the middle rope, as it goes up and down from the impact of the weight. Draven then jumps off, before hopping onto the second turnbuckle rope pointing to the crowd in stylish fashion, as he then drops down, awaiting his opponent.
David Wright: Impressive kid right here with a bright future in PDW. He managed to wrestle that title away from Inferno which was no easy task.
Sammantha Jinx: And finally. Currently residing in Los Angeles, California, at a weight of 219 pounds, he The Messiah of Professional Wrestling…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: Finally, the Platinum Cup tournament comes to an end. I can’t wait to see how this one turns out. Their name will forever be etched in history as the very FIRST winner of this very prestigious award!
The camera makes it’s way to the ramp where both Draven and Ebon hand over the championship belts to the referee as SJ waits patiently for the match to begin, pacing in the far left corner of the ring as the other men take their time getting to where they need to be. As T.C. hands the belts off to be placed on the announce table and the bell signals the match’s start Ebdon spins around and lays Draven out flat with a lariat! As he does so, SJ comes to life and charges across the ring, headed straight for Ebdon who surprises him with a spinebuster right off the bat! Meanwhile, Draven pops back to his feet. Draven and Ebdon stare one another down in the middle of the ring for a moment with Ebdon talking trash at Draven who offers his hand out to lock up. Ebdon accepts the first hand slowly, locking his fingers with Draven’s but as Draven offers up the second hand Ebdon catches him with a forearm to the face that has him staggering backwards a few steps. Ebdon hits him with another forearm shot before grabbing him by the arm and whipping him against the ropes but Draven comes flying back off the ropes and takes Ebdon down with a giant leaping clothesline that catches the Prodigy Champion by surprise. Draven runs the ropes again as Ebdon gets back up and drops him with a running neckbreaker before running toward the corner and beginning the climb the ropes but Ebdon quickly rolls to his feet and leaps up after Draven, grabbing him around off the second rope and dropping him back down to the mat with a double-knee backbreaker. Ebdon quickly makes the cover, hooking Draven’s leg.
ONE…
TWO…Steve Jason breaks up the three count!
Reggie Stallworth: Ebdon coming with fire already!
David Wright: That’s Pete Ebdon for you. Always the opportunist and he’s made no bones about how badly he wants that Platinum Cup.
Reggie Stallworth: Hey, I was wondering something. Do you think that thing is real Platinum?
David Wright: Knowing the boss lady? Yes, I’d say it is Platinum. And those diamonds are real as well.
SJ grabs a fist full of Ebdon’s hair and hauls him to his feet, only to snapmare him back down to the mat. Steve Jason backs up and bounces off the ropes, smashing both boots into the face of Ebdon upon his return. Draven thrusts himself back into the action, climbing the turnbuckle and flying into the air with a surprise crossbody. Steve quickly snatches him out of the air and hits Draven with a scoop slam, much to the delight of the fans! He then flips Draven onto his stomach and locks on a vicious Boston crab submission as everyone looks on in anticipation. But before he is able to do much damage Ebdon knocks him over with a swift flying knee attack. Ebdon then drags SJ back to his feet and throws him into the corner. Ebdon rushes across the ring with a spear against the ring post but SJ scouts it and side steps quickly, avoiding the attack and causes Ebdon to crash head first into the ring post, giving SJ the opportunity to get off a quick reverse neckbreaker! But not to be counted out, Draven connects with a dropkick, knocking SJ into the ropes. But his momentum bounces him off the ropes and propels him back into Draven with a clothesline so hard that Draven does a 360 spin in the air before hitting the mat! Steve Jason wastes no time going for a pin!
ONE…
TWO…
TH….a leg drop from Ebdon stops the count!
David Wright: This is gonna be a tough match to win. Whenever one man may think he has it won another one could quite possibly come out of nowhere and prove him wrong!
Reggie Stallworth: and they definitely will! It’s for the Platinum Cup! That thing is probably worth more than most of these dudes’ salary in like three years!
David Wright: It’s definitely worth way more than ours!
Reggie Stallworth: Speaking of that I think I need to have a little chat with Star. I’m pretty much the best announcer this company has ever seen and it’s about time my bank account reflects my talent.
David Wright:Call the match, man. At least you have a shot and maybe doing that successfully. MAYBE!
Jason whips Ebdon to the ropes and catches him as he rebounds with a knee to the gut, attempting to pull him in to an abdominal stretch but Ebdon fights it off with elbow shots repeatedly to the side of the head. Ebdon attempts a front facelock but Jason still has the wherewithal to push him off toward the ropes. Ebdon comes back off the ropes and attempts a clothesline but Jason ducks it and Ebdon stops mid-ring, grabbing Jason from behind as he raises his head again and drops him to the mat with a neckbreaker. He rolls back to his feet again waiting for Jason to get back up again before whipping him to the corner and charging in after him, grabbing his head as he rebounds off the turnbuckles chest first and leaping up and over the ropes, pulling Jason’s head and neck down over the ropes as he goes to the outside, landing on his feet on the outside but causing Jason’s head to snap back violently.
Reggie Stallworth: Oh! I felt that all the way over here!
David Wright: SJ’s gonna be feeling that one in the morning for sure!
Ebdon quickly begins to head towards the carnage he’s just created outside of the ring but Draven is right there to meet him, springing himself off the ropes and taking Ebdon down with a quick hurricanrana. He follows up by bouncing off the second rope and landing across Ebdon with a beautiful lionsault. Ebdon and Draven both struggle back to their feet and Draven unleashes a right hand that sends Ebdon straight back down again. Draven grabs the hair of the Prodigy Champion to pull him back to his feet attempting to set up for the Cobra Clutch Bulldog that he calls “The Drop” but Ebdon battles with everything he has to get out of it, planting Draven with an elbow to the jaw that staggers him backwards. Ebdon seizes the opportunity to grab Draven from behind and apply the waistlock before popping his hips and throwing Draven over backwards in a German Suplex. With the waistlock still applied Ebdon pulls Draven back to his feet again before changing position on the hold and grabbing Draven, launching him overhead with a Tiger Suplex instead. Once again Ebdon keeps hold of the hold, pulling a weary looking Draven back up a third time and swapping the hold again, lifting Draven up and dropping him on to the back of his head with a snap variation of the high-angle back-suplex.
Reggie Stallworth: Pete Ebdon may be an egotistical bastard but you gotta admit that he knows how to handle himself in the ring!
David Wright: Yes, it’s never been denied that Ebdon is a great athlete. But PDW is filled to the brim with great athletes! We have some of the best talent around!
Reggie Stallworth: True, true.
Outside the ring, Steve Jason climbs to his feet, shaking some of the cobwebs away before he slides back into the ring under the bottom rope. He then stealthy makes his way towards an unsuspecting Ebdon and spins him around, tossing him over his head with a belly to bell suplex! Ebdon barely smacks the mat before SJ is on him once again with a standing moonsault. With a sudden burst of energy, SJ climbs back to his feet, pulling Ebdon with him by a fist full of hair. SJ runs half way across the ring before bouncing Ebdon’s head off the mat with a bulldog! As he rolls back to his feet, Draven flies cross the ring with an attempted clothesline that SJ dodges just in time. Jason whips Draven to the turnbuckles and follows up with a massive clothesline that nearly takes the Next Big Thing Champion off his feet. He backs off in to the corner to set up charging across the ring to attempt the move again but Ebdon grabs his foot from the outside and trips him, rolling back in to the ring and charging across the ring to hit Draven with a massive clothesline of his own that again staggers the Dangerous Enigma in the corner. Ebdon charges back across the ring as Jason gets back to his feet and leaps up, crashing in to Jason in the corner with a knee to the jaw. He grabs Jason by the head and pulls him out of the corner, reaching out his free arm and leveling Draven with a clothesline at the same time as dropping Jason to the mat with a running bulldog. Ebdon pulls both men in to position before walking over to the ropes and springboarding first off the second rope, then leaping up and springboarding off the top rope before throwing himself backwards and coming crashing down on top of both men with a Double Springboard Moonsault straight into a pin!
ONE…
TWO…
THR…Steve barely kicks out!
David Wright: Holy shit that was close! We almost saw the Platinum Cup winner right there!
Reggie Stallworth: Don’t worry. He WILL be the winner. You saw that promise he made to Star earlier tonight. After a speech like that how can he NOT win?!
Ebdon slaps the mat in frustration before pulling SJ back to his feet. Ebdon doubles over Jason with a knee to the gut before grabs both of his arms, attempting to hook them behind his back but Jason continues to attempt to fight out of the hold so Ebdon delivers a knee repeatedly to the face to stop him before grabbing both of his arms and hooking them behind his back. He attempts to lift Jason up off his feet from this position, perhaps looking for the sitout facebuster that he calls “The Lights Out” but Jason continues to struggle so rather than continue in the finisher attempt Ebdon instead brings both his knees up in to Jason’s face dropping him down to the mat before getting back to his feet and walking across to the ropes, ducking under the middle rope and standing on the apron waiting for Jason to get back up. As Jason struggles back to his feet Ebdon leaps to the top rope, springboarding across the ring and planting both feet solidly in to Jason’s chest sending him crashing backwards through the ropes to the outside. Jason is visibly cradling his lower back after he makes contact with the hard floor. Ebdon looks outside of the ring, somewhat satisfied, but not completely as he follows Jason right out. But as he heads for Jason, SJ suddenly kicks him hard in the shin, putting an end to his stalking. SJ then reaches up and smacks Ebdon’s face off the announce table! Ebdon is suddenly seen cradling his nose with both hands as blood begins to seep between his fingers. Using the announce table for leverage, Jason gets back to a standing position and nails Ebdon with a Mawashi-Geri Kick. He then collects a dazed Ebdon and throws him back into the ring.
David Wright: And the tables have turned once again as Steve Jason returns to the ring along with Pete Ebdon.
Reggie Stallworth: Where the hell is Draven?
David Wright: Still laid out perhaps?
Reggie Stallworth: Nope! There he goes!
With Draven prone Jason charges at him but Draven ducks and pulls the top rope down and Jason’s momtentum carries him crashing to the outside of the ring. Draven points down at Jason on the outside and attempts to get the fans fired up, running the ropes only to have Ebdon pull down the ropes on the opposite side so Draven goes crashing out of the ring to join Ebdon on the ground below. Ebdon delivers several kicks to the head and neck area of Draven before pulling him to the feet and locking in the front facelock, elevating the Next Big Thing Champion up in a vertical suplex that he delays for a few seconds before turning Draven around in mid-air and dropping him down to the ground and catching him with front facelock as he falls and dropping him chin first across Ebdon’s shoulder in a modified Cutter. The level of noise in the arena heightens with every blow exchanged. Once again, Steve Jason manages to drag himself back into the ring. As Ebdon turns to face him, SJ hits him with a spinning crescent kick, following up with a cradle DDT. SJ continues to keep the pressure on as he yanks Ebdon to his feet. In a matter of seconds Ebdon goes right back down after SJ plants him back into the mat with a perfectly executed Michinoku Driver, a move that, after having hit the floor outside several times tonight, takes it’s toll on him as well. He falls back onto the mat, breathing hard and trying to regain his composure. All three men slowly struggle back up again but it’s Draven who gets the first shot in, leveling Ebdon with a right hand before being knocked down himself by Jason. Jason pulls Draven back to his feet and whips him to the ropes, following in with a clothesline that flattens Draven up against the turnbuckles. Jason grabs Draven and lifts him in to a seated position on the top turnbuckle, climbing up after him and setting up for a superplex across the ring, climbing all the way to the top rope before pulling Draven to his feet. Ebdon charges across however and nails Jason with a shot to the back, climbing the ropes to the middle and grabbing Jason around the waist. Ebdon pops his hips with everything he has left, launching Jason across the ring with a second-rope German Suplex but Jason is still holding on to Draven who gets pulled down as well in a massive Superplex. All three men’s bodies crash to the mat as the fans go wild.
David Wright: And there are bodies everywhere!
Reggie Stallworth: Man, what the hell?! They need to stop playing around and let somebody win! I wanna know who’s going home with that goddamn thing!
All three men are down once again, but a resourceful Steve Jason drapes his arm over Draven and T.C. begins a count!
ONE…
TWO…Ebdon breaks up the count!
David Wright: Even though that was unsuccessful that was some quick thinking on SJ’s part!
Reggie Stallworth: Quick thinking?! I thought he was noble! He’s not supposed to be sneaking like that!
Ebdon drags SJ to his feet and chops him hard across the chest. But not one to be outdone SJ gives him a taste of his own medicine. The two men stand in the middle of the ring exchanging strike after strike before Steve Jason finally explodes with a Northern-Lights Suplex! He falls into the corner after the move but Ebdon lies stretched in the center of the ring, completely incapacitated. Rolling Ebdon face down onto the mat, Steve Jason uses one arm to wrench Ebdon’s neck, then fully hems Ebdon up with the Vindicator Deathlock! The fans go wild as Ebdon struggles to free himself from the devastating move that has spelled the end for so many of SJ’s opponents. Ebdon struggles to hold on and keep himself in the game just as Draven locks on a sleeper hold to SJ, dragging him off of Ebdon! Steve Jason, though, uses quickly thinking and flips Draven over is head, switching to a ¾ neckbreaker in the center of the ring! Howling in pain, Draven quickly rolls away from the scene and outside of the ring as SJ grabs for him to no avail. But with Ebdon down on the mat SJ points to the top rope to a massive pop from the fans and begins to climb the ropes but Ebdon reaches out, kicking the referee in to the ropes to cause Jason to lose his balance. Rather than falling and crotching himself on the ropes however Jason seems to get his foot caught in the ropes as he falls, hanging upside down in a modified Tree Of Woe and unable to get himself free. Ebdon gets back to his feet, kicking the prone and helpless Jason repeatedly in the side of the head as the fans count along... ONE... TWO... THREE... FOUR... FIVE... SIX... SEVEN... EIGHT... NINE... Finally TC Payne gets in front of him to cause the break and Ebdon backs off, running the ropes as TC Payne attempts to free Jason from his sick predicament planting a dropkick to the side of Jason’s head that finally causes enough momentum to free his legs and Jason’s whole body flops to the mat. The fans go wild as Ebdon goes for the pin!
ONE…
TWO…
THR…no! Draven is there to break up the count!
David Wright: And now it’s Ebdon with another close one!
Reggie Stallworth: Close is not good enough! They need to end this shit right now! I wanna see who wins! Plus I got a hot date after this!
David Wright: You? A date? Ha!
Reggie Stallworth: Shut it, bitch!
Completely livid at Draven’s interference, Ebdon sends him flying into the corner with a swift uppercut to the chin. Ebdon then levels a now standing Jason with a spinning wheel kick before staggering back to his feet and dropping Jason again with a clothesline as Jason gets back up. Jason quickly scrambles up again and Ebdon leaps up, planting both feet to the chest and knocking him back down with a dropkick. Without waiting for him to get back up again Ebdon charges at Jason, punting him in the top of the head with a soccer style kick before grabbing him by the neck and pulling him back up again. He delivers three consecutive knees to the face of Jason before leaping up and bringing his face down across Ebdon’s knee with a Facebreaker, reaching up and grabbing Jason under the arm and around the neck with one arm on either side of his body before leaping forward, driving Jason’s back down across his knee again in a Uranage Backbreaker. He holds on again, pulling Jason back up again and slamming him down as hard as he can with a leaping sideslam before rolling in to the cover.
ONE…
TWO…
Kickout!
Ebdon flips to his feet once again and is met with a dropkick to the knee by Draven. Draven then gives the other knee the same treatment before finishing Ebdon off with a dropkick to the face. Draven the drops Jason with a modified chin-breaker before grabbing him by the legs and dragging him in to position to finish him off. He pats the top turnbuckle much to the fans delight and begins to climb but SJ gets back to his feet and rushes the ropes, climbing up in the blink of an eye and setting Draven up for the S3 but Draven begins to fight it off, hammering Jason in the back repeatedly before pushing him off the ropes. Jason hits the mat and rolls under the bottom rope, falling down to the floor on the outside as Draven gets back to his feet and looks down at Jason on the outside as the fans begin to chant for the Hollywood Suicide to the outside. Draven steadies himself on the top rope but Ebdon comes from absolutely nowhere, springboarding off the top rope and grabbing Draven around the neck pulling him down to the mat in a modified version of the three-quarter facelock neckbreaker. But just then, Jason climbs up onto the apron, grabbing Draven by the hair and yanking him away from Ebdon. He then pulls hard, slipping Draven up on the ropes and sending him crashing into the steel staircase below! The loud sound of Draven’s head smacking against the metal causes the crowd to engage in an infamous “HOLY SHIT!” chant and leaving Ebdon and SJ on the top rope alone!
David Wright: Oh my God! This is it! SJ’s going for the S3!
Reggie Stallworth: What?! NO! NO! EBDON!!! NOOOOOO!!!!
The two men go flying through the air, seconds away from the end of this amazing match up, but Ebdon suddenly shifts his position in mid-air, bringing his foot underneath SJ’s head. Both men’s heads crash into solid objects as they hit the mat HARD!
David Wright: What the hell?!
Reggie Stallworth: What just happened?!
David Wright: Look at them! I don’t know what Ebdon just did but they’re BOTH out cold!
The arena roars as both men lay prone on the canvas. T.C. stands over top of them, looking down before starting the count.
One…
Two…
Three…
Ebdon’s enforcer stands outside of the ring, yelling for Ebdon to make it to his feet!
Four…
Five…
Six…
David Wright: My God! Draven? He hit his head pretty damn hard out there! This is CERTAINLY not looking good for him!
Seven…
Eight…
SJ stirs! He shows signs of life! The crowd can’t believe it!
Nine…
OMG! Ebdon too!
TEN!!!
Reggie Stallworth: What the fu…both of them got up!
David Wright: Well what the hell does that mean?! It can’t be over! Who the hell won?!
Confusion mounts in the Dynasty Spectrum at the hazy match ending. But suddenly:
"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 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 as he holds a chair in his head. He passes Pete Ebdon and Christy Matthews on the way down the ramp. He gets to the ring area. He stares up at the ring as Steve Jason is rolling out of the ring. Giovianni Aries looks at Steve Jason eye to eye.
David Wright: Not this again. Not another Pantheon beating on Steve Jason. I though Ebdon said they were going in a new direction.
Giovianni Aries then shoves past him and slides into the ring as he looks at Draven who is still on the mat. Giovianni raises the chair and nails DRAVEN who is getting to his feet. Giovianni Aries begins hitting with chairshot after chairshot. Aries then throws the chair down on the mat. Giovianni Aries then climbs out of the ring and grabs the Next Big Thing Title as he slides back in the ring with it. Giovianni Aries holds up the Next Big Thing title to his face at he looks at it and smiles.
David Wright: Don’t tell me he is going to steal the Next Big Thing Title.
Reggie Stallworth: Please the Pantheon are above that.
Giovianni Aries now lays the Next Big Thing title underneath the corner turnbuckle as he now drags the lifeless body of Draven over to the corner. He places the head of Draven on the bottom turnbuckle as Giovianni Aries begins yelling “I’M THE REAL NEXT BIG THING IN THIS COMPANY” at Draven right before stomps on the back of Draven’s head thus driving it into the Next Big Thing Title.
David Wright: OH MY GOD!!!! Aries just connect with The Decline of Western Civilization on the NBT Title!!!!
Reggie Stallworth: Well after all he is really the Next Big Thing.
David Wright: You only think that cause he is in the Pantheon. Wait it looks like Steve Jason has seen enough of this though.
Steve Jason now grabs the chair that Giovianni Aries had been using as Giovianni Aries turns around and sees it. Steve Jason takes a wild swing as Aries ducks it and slides out of the ring. He then starts backing up as Steve Jason now goes to check on Draven. Aries though points to Draven and makes a belt motion around his waist.
????: Whoa whoa! All of you need to calm the hell down right now!
All attention directs to the entrance area. In a matter of seconds, out walks to boss herself, followed by the Directrix Angelique Deveraux. In her right hand, Star clutches a microphone while seemingly having something tucked under her life arm. It’s the…Platinum Championship?
Star Deveraux: Fight fight fight. All the goddamn time! Jesus, don’t you boys know how to talk things out once in a while?
She suddenly pauses as if she is thinking about what she’s just said and then shakes her head.
Star Deveraux: Alright, just forgot I said that. But wow…just WOW! What a match. My God! You guys just keep reminding me why I hired you to begin with. You always bring the house down. Steve Jason and Pete Ebdon BOTH looked to make it to the end of that!
The arena is suddenly filled with a chorus of boos, much to Star’s annoyance.
Star Deveraux: Hey hey, now. Shut the hell up and listen to me. I understand where you guys are coming from because I’m right there with you. Now, Draven, I can see just how badly Gio here wants a shot at that pretty little title of yours. Hell, I could tell that earlier watching him with Inferno…who definitely deserves his rematch. But you? Hmmm, quite frankly I think you could be right. Maybe…just maybe…you are the next big thing. And perhaps you should get the opportunity to prove that against both Inferno AND Draven. That’s why you will get that opportunity at Parental Advisory next month. You’ve been talking a whole lot of shit lately so I suggest you back it up to the best of your abilities. But…onto another matter.
Star pauses and looks between both Pete Ebdon and Steve Jason. She then looks at her sister Angel.
Star Deveraux: Co-Cup Holders? Did you see that one coming, Angel?
The Directrix gave an honest shake of her head no.
Star Deveraux: Me neither. But wow! It was definitely fun to watch! And it’s so obvious that there are so many unresolved issues between the two of you and it is my duty as the head honcho in this company to cash in on it. I had a right mind to just hand this pretty belt here off to whoever won tonight but it seems that circumstances have changed and that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. A Next Big Thing Championship match is not the only title match I’ll be making tonight. I think it’s about time that PDW once again be blessed with a Platinum Champion. But who will it be? A current title holder in Pete Ebdon?
The camera suddenly cuts to Ebdon, who grins from ear to ear, nodding his head in response as the fans engage in a mixed reaction. The camera pans back to Star to see her smiling with a shake of the head.
Star Deveraux: Or will it be everyone’s favorite martial artist…Steve Jason?
Now, Steve Jason is shown with a slight smile on his face as the fans roar in approval.
Star Deveraux: I just…don’t…know. But we will all find out at Parental Advisory’s main event.
The entire arena goes into a frenzy at the mention of this!
David Wright: Holy shit! Did you hear that?!
Reggie Stallworth: Hell yeah I heard it! We’re gonna have another Platinum Champion!
The camera cuts back to Star and Angelique as Star holds up the Platinum Championship. The PDW logo then flashes across the screen before the show fades.