The Dynasty Spectrum
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
August 5th, 2008
The camera opens up backstage, revealing none other than identical twins and PDW interviewers Kayla and Layla Moore, who are standing in front of a locker room door that is emblazoned with the Pantheon logo. Both twins seem to be talking between themselves quietly for a few moments before Kayla turns to face the camera and, offering a sweet smile, raises a microphone and speaks.
Kayla: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here with my sister Layla. We've just received an anonymous tip telling us that the Pantheon are interested in conducting an interview with us, right here in their own personal locker room. We're not quite sure what's going on, since the Pantheon usually address the crowd themselves, but from the impression we got it could be a pretty important interview.
Layla: Yeah, yeah, let's just knock already.
With that said, Layla sharply raps on the locker room door. A few moments pass, then suddenly the door practically bursts open, and the person emerging from inside... is not a Pantheon member. He is instead an average-sized, thin man with blond curly hair, a red trucker hat, and dressed in a now-iconic yellow Hawaiian shirt, shorts, and flip-flops. He is also clutching a bottle of rum in his hand, which he seems to have been drinking from rather heavily judging by the grin on his face, the flush on his cheeks and the loud, boisterous voice he speaks in. Those in the know might recognize him as none other than Dougy McNamara, a known friend of Steve Jason. He gives the twins one sudden look, then his grin grows ever brighter as he suddenly speaks up very loudly.
Dougy McNamara: Hey hey hey! Good evening, ladies!
The twin interviewers blink at the apparently drunk man in front of them, looking between each other as if to say 'what have we gotten ourselves into?' before Layla speaks up.
Layla: Yeah, uh... who the hell are you, and what are you doing in the Pantheon locker room?
Dougy McNamara: Wait, this is the Pantheon's locker room? I wouldn't know, I'm kinda pissed right now, if you hadn't noticed...
As if to emphasize his point, Dougy shakes the rum bottle. Layla wrinkles her nose in disgust.
Layla: Yeah. We noticed. Look, what's going on? Where are the Pantheon?
Dougy McNamara: Oh, they ain't here! My friend's taken over the joint, setting things up for his little show. Oh, before I go any further, ladies, my name is Douglas Henry McNamara III Esquire, and I'm an associate of Steve Jason. What can I do for you?
At that point, Dougy steps aside slightly, and it becomes grossly apparent that the Pantheon's locker room is most definitely not in the control of the Pantheon right now. All sorts of audiovisual equipment has been set up around the locker room, including laptops and various TV monitors displaying closed-circuit footage from throughout the Spectrum. The centerpiece of the locker room, however, is a long, round table which has been set up in the direct middle of the room. The table's absolutely covered with a number of documents and papers- some being cards of this particular Disclosure, others being files on particular wrestlers, and one even includes a huge A0 schematic plan of what appears to be the entire Spectrum. Various colored pins are stuck to it with various labels, such as 'Pantheon', 'HBIC', 'D. Benjamin', 'CT', 'J. Dark' and others. Finally, sitting at the far end of that table, studying an LCD monitor on the far end of the room, is none other than Steve Jason, decked out in a tan suit jacket, pants and black mockneck. Kayla and Layla look between themselves again, then shake their heads.
Layla: I should have known. At least he's kicking people out of locker rooms instead of locking them in, I guess...
Kayla: Still, this is a great opportunity to speak to the man in charge of this week's Disclosure, Layla... change of plans, ladies and gentlemen! It seems the Pantheon are... temporarily unavailable, so instead we're going to try to get an interview with the man responsible for this week's Disclosure, Steve Jason!
With that said, both twins make their way into the locker room, leaving a confused and drunken Dougy in their wake. Steve looks up from his documents as the twins come in, looking up with a slight grin crossing his face.
Steve Jason: Kayla and Layla. It's been a while, ladies.
Layla: Yeah, Steve, just what the hell do you think you're doing? Do you know whose locker room this is?
Steve Jason: Not really. It was kinda empty when I got here, and I really, really needed a place to set up my base of operations to oversee this week's Disclosure. Why, who did it belong to?
Layla: The Pantheon.
Steve's only reaction to that is to flash a very fake look of shock and remorse, shaking his head in disbelief as he stares down at his papers.
Steve Jason: Oh dear. Really? I hadn't noticed, I'd just picked the only room that looked like it could have fit all the stuff I needed. I feel awful about this, ladies, I really do. Those poor saps must be stuck out in the corridors with nowhere to go... or they're forced to share lockers with the rest of the roster who probably hate their guts! This is absolutely horrible. I'll have to do some serious apologizing after the show.
Layla: Yeah, like you're actually going to apologize to them.
Steve grins at that.
Steve Jason: Nah, you're right, I probably won't waste my breath. Kayla, since your sister's apparently still on that case of perpetual PMS that's been plaguing her the majority of her life, I'll shoot this one to you. What can I do for you?
Kayla: Well, Steve, we were just hoping to get some of your thoughts on the upcoming show you've created. This is pretty much where you're going to be running the show from, am I right?
Steve Jason: Yeah, pretty much, Kayla. I've got monitors and the like set up here, and I've got all the relevant documentation. I fought pretty hard for this, now it's a case of just sitting back, relaxing and letting it all take place.
Kayla: Yeah, and it seems like you've got quite a show set up! How did you come up with some of these match ideas? Did they just come to mind, or had you been thinking of them for quite a while?
Steve Jason: Bit of column A, bit of column B, really. There were a couple of matches in amongst all that that I'd been hoping to set up for quite a while, and this show gave me the opportunity to do that. The Nolans and the Benjamins came to mind there. And there were also a fair few matches that, spur of the moment at the last Disclosure, inspired me. I think that's pretty much the mix I wanted to get, to be honest.
Layla: Yeah, and I wonder which ones you'd been planning out in advance? I mean, let's face it, Christy Matthews already pretty much figured out you'd just been waiting for the chance to get revenge on her. And we all know you were.
Steve shakes his head, a resigned look on his face.
Steve Jason: Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm really getting tired of it, to be honest. The girl talks about defending the title more, I get her to defend it more, and all of a sudden it's a conspiracy to screw her over and apparently I hate her and want her to die in a fire and all this other assorted melodramatic bullcrap. Typical Christy Matthews 'everyone feel sorry for me so I feel validated' nonsense. Honestly, how does she expect to get my respect or anybody's respect for that matter carrying on like the perennial princess in a tower every time she has to, I don't know, actually wrestle?
Steve just rolls his eyes at that.
Steve Jason:I'll spell it out- I didn't do it to screw Christy over. I didn't do it because I hate her. I did it because the title needs defending, Toni proved herself worthy, and Christy needs to learn to put her money where her mouth is. That's what it was. If I wanted to screw Christy over, I'd have her defend in a handicap. And if I hated her, I'd take her belt myself. But all this is immaterial. The fact of the matter is- Christy Matthews can see as many delusional attempts to make her life hell as she wants, and she can whine and complain until the cows come home, it does not change the fact that she's defending at Disclosure, so I'll offer a friendly word of advice to her- she needs to do the one thing she finds really, really hard to do, and that's drink a pint of concrete and harden up.
Layla just snorts at that.
Layla: Real empathetic, SJ.
Steve Jason: Yeah, yeah, but I've had about enough of certain people demanding the princess treatment. We're here to wrestle. People would kill to have our slots right now, so either we prove ourselves worthy of them, or we get the hell out. And that goes for Pete Ebdon, too. Christ, he and Christy are a perfect match the way I've heard them whining and bitching about this Disclosure. I don't care about Ebdon's 'constructive criticism', which seems to be something along the lines of 'wah wah wah I don't want to fight Raide, wah wah wah why is SJ booking himself as a referee and not fighting?!?' I'll give you the answers right here and right now- Ebdon is fighting Raide because he jumped the man and as far as I'm concerned Ebdon needs to attempt to face the consequences of that, and Raide deserves at least the chance for retribution. As for why I'm the referee?
Layla: So you can screw him over at the first opportunity to get in his head?
Steve rolls his eyes and offers a melodramatic sigh at that.
Steve Jason: No, Layla. On the contrary, it's the opposite. The way I see it, there are so many things that can go wrong in a volatile matchup such as this. Quite frankly, with all respects to T.C. Payne, this one might require a more... proactive approach. Our usual referee would just threaten to disquality anybody screwing around. If I see any dirty business, I won't be threatening anything. You'll have one warning and one warning alone, and the next course of action will be a fist between the eyes. Whether it's Ebdon, Raide, the Pantheon running in, whoever. I'm enforcing the peace in this match. No more and no less. You won't believe it, Layla, and I'm pretty sure there's no way in the world Ebdon will if he loses, but that's the top and bottom of what's going on here. Can I please get back to my job now?
Layla: What job? You mean sitting in front of a monitor with your stupid drunk frie...
Kayla finally speaks up again, moving a hand to cut her twin and fellow interviewer off as she intervenes in a sweet, diplomatic tone.
Kayla: Ignore her, SJ. We'll let you get back to it. Sorry for the disruption, and thanks for the insight into how you're running things here!
Steve Jason: My pleasure. My advice is to sit back and strap yourselves in, ladies, because this is likely to be a hell of a show. I'll catch you later.
With that said, Steve turns his attention back to the monitors on the other side of his desk as Kayla and Layla move out from the overtaken locker room, closing the door behind them as the screen slowly fades out.
Debut Match
Cory Hatred vs Stacy Lacroix
David Wright: What's up ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the first match of Steve Jason's Disclosure!
Reggie Stallworth: Damn, you think he got a raise for this shit?
David Wright: Of course not! Well...wait a minute. That's a good question!
The camera suddenly pans to Sammantha Jinx standing in the center of the ring.
Sammantha Jinx: The following match is a debut match. Introducing first making his PDW debut standing at 6 foot and weighing in at 230 lbs please welcome CORY HATRED!!!
I shall fear no evil.
Now do you really think I'ma let ya'll murk me,
Tell me why these niggaz is tryin' to hurt me,
Lord please forgive, I'll have no mercy,
When I catch them, they ass is done, lord forgive me,
Do you really think I'ma let ya'll murk me,
Tell me why these niggaz is tryin' to hurt me,
Lord please forgive, I'll have no mercy
"No Mercy" by The Game blares out from the speakers as the fans jump out from their seats. Cory Hatred walks out from the back, wearing a plain black hoodie, not zipped up but with the hood on his head. No shirt underneath, white MMA shorts He walks out to the top of the ramp, and looks at the crowd jumping up and down, screaming his name.
Before I made it rappin', I was more dedicated to aggravated scrappin',
The chin tappin', that crackin' your jaw pimp slappin',
I been baggin' the bad broads, I been mackin',
I been packin' the mack 10s, I been clappin',
before the twins crashed in Manhattan, I bin laden,
So quit the actin' before I capture ya life,
You'll catch a lashin', through your ass like the Passion of Christ
Cory then walks down the ramp and decides to stay focused, not slapping hands with the fans. He just walks down the ramp like a man on a mission as a bright red 'HATRED' spotlight follows him down. He looks at the crowd, before rolling under the bottom rope of the ring.
Nigga I'm made,
Call the Brooklyn zoo, let 'em know the gorillas out his cage,
One hand on the holy Koran, one hand on the gage,
Call fifty, tell 'em send the brigade,
Whenever my pin out, homie I'm a grenade
He paces around in the ring then stands in his corner, facing the turnbuckles. Cory starts to shadow box with the padding over the top turnbuckle as his team roots him on and the 'HATRED' symbol spins beneath his feet. He then turns to face back up to the entrance ramp, then punches himself in the head a few times. He then paces into the center of the ring, and flips down the hood. A quick taunt follows, similar to the one where he let out a primal scream at the weight-ins, before taking off the hoodie, and jumping on his toes in his corner.
SHOW NO MERCY!
Sammantha Jinx: And his opponent also making her in ring debut in PDW, standing at 5'10" and weighing in at 113 pounds Stacy LACROIX!!!!
…2...
…4...
…6...
…8...
Hooked on a line, is my bait.
…Forks…
…Spoons…
…Knives & Plate…
Come to me, and meet your fate.
…Yummy!…
…Tasty!…
…Mmm, Delish…
I’ve just hooked me a great big fish.
…Break it down…
"Zombie (In Your Head)" kicks up and the strobe lights dance like a great big wild Native American bonfire ritual. With an escort on each arm, Madam Lacroix presents herself on top of the ramp. Tux and Cuntwin high-five behind her, displaying great pride in themselves. She leads her boys down the ramp to the outskirts of the ring where she impatiently waits for them to open the ropes for her. To her satisfaction, they both sit on the second rope to hold it down as Stacy takes the steps two at a time, then hustles over the rope between her chauffeur and her student, and into the ring. The boos rain down heavily on her, but she remains unfazed. The men accompanying her applaud enthusiastically in an attempt to drown out the hatred the fans are releasing onto their mistress. At last, she shoos her boys from the ring and turns to whence she came,… awaiting the arrival of her next big catch.
David Wright: What do you make of these two competitors
Reggie Stallworth: Cory Hatred I have no idea but this Stacy chick is spooky. I hate clowns but I'd still do her
David Wright: You would?
The bell rings Cory cautiously approaches Stacy who only gives him a smile in return. He goes to grab Stacy but she easily avoids him. Cory goes after Stacy again and again she moves out of the way and trips him. Cory falls face first to the mat and Stacy walks along his back and stomps on his head before quickly moving out of Cory's way again. Cory gets up and looks to be pissed as he kicks the bottom turnbuckle. He charges at Stacy once more but she drops out of the way again and Cory runs into the turnbuckle. Stacy gets on hr hands and knees behind Cory an he falls backwards over her. Stacy rolls Cory up and goes for a pin
...1
Cory kicks out with authority and gets up even more pissed off.
David Wright: It almost looks as though Stacy is playing a game of cat and mouse with Cory Hatred
Reggie Stallworth: And it looks to be working. If he had any sort of game plan. It's out the window now
Cory yells at the referee as Stacy stalks him. He turns an Stacy charges taking Cory over with a head scissors takedown. Cory gets to his feet and gets taken right back down with a bulldog. Stacy goes for another pin but doesn't even get a one count before Cory is out and getting to his feet. He goes for a clothesline but Stacy avoids it. Stacy turns and Cory connects with a big boot to her chest, sending Stacy crashing to the mat. Cory waste no time in grabbing her by the throat and yanking her up. He tosses Stacy into the corner before nailing her with a series of headbutt.. Stacy drops in the corner and Corner begins choking her with his boot. The referee gets to 4 before he breaks the choke and then stomps on Stacy's chest.
Reggie Stallworth: It looks like Cory Hatred is through playing Stacy's game
David Wright: I'm not so sure. Is she? Is that laughter?
Reggie Stallworth: She can't be but it sounds like she is laughing.
Cory pulls Stacy up and whips her across the ring into the corner. Stacy stumbles out of the corner and gets picked up for a death valley driver. She drops off of Cory's shoulders and Cory goes for a backfist Stacy barely avoids it. She kicks Cory in the midsection as he turns around and then bounces off the ropes. Cory catches her and tries for a belly to belly suplex but Stacy slips free and drops to her back on the mat. Cory is caught a bit off guard and is nailed with a kick to the chin. Stacy gets to her feet and charges at Cory only to get caught and nailed with a spinebuster. He quickly goes for a cover.
...1
...2
No Stacy gets a shoulder off the mat just before a three
David Wright: It is rumored that pain is like a drug to Stacy. Cory seems to be testing that.
Reggie Stallworth: Indeed but something tells me she's not out just yet.
Cory pulls Stacy up and drives her back into the corner. He takes a few steps back and then charges in only to get both of Stacy's feet in his face. Cory stumbles backwards and gets a roundhouse kick from Stacy that sends him crashing to the mat. He begins to get up trying to shake off the effects of the kick as Stacy heads to the top rope. He gets to his feet and gets nailed with a missile Dropkick sending him back through the ropes and to the arena floor. He tries to get up but is caught by Stacy with suicide dive headbutt through the ropes connecting with her head right to Cory face. Cory rolls around holding his face as Stacy laughs and hold the top of her head in pain and the referee begins to count.
...1
...2
...3
...4
...5
...6
Stacy manages to get to her feet and roll back in the ring to break up the count.
David Wright: I think The kid gloves are coming off now.
Reggie Stallworth: And they should. You'll either get noticed or lost in the shuffle. It's becoming survival of the fittest here in PDW now
Stacy rolls back out of the ring and goes right back after Cory. She slams him head first into the ring steps and then tries again. Cory blocks it and send Stacy crashing into the guard rail. She stumbles away and gets a powerful clothesline from Cory that knocks her for a loop.. He picks Stay up and rolls her back in the ring breaking the count before sliding in himself. Cory stands over Stacy and then goes to drop an elbow only to have Stacy roll out of the way. He tries again and again Stacy rolls out of the way. Stacy pulls herself up in the corner an Cory charges. Stacy drops out of the way, trips Cory an d pulls him into the ring post, before slamming his leg against the ring post. She grabs his other leg and slams it against the ring post as well before rolling back in the ring.
David Wright: Smart move by the new lady. If Cory Hatred can't stand, he's definitely in trouble
Reggie Stallworth: What's real trouble is trying to figure out this lady. The more Cory attacks her the more she likes it and fights back
David Wright: The beatings only seem to drive her to fight more. How do you beat a wrestler that wants you to beat on them?
Cory tries to get to his feet but gets an armbreaker DDT from Stacy. Stacy goes to the top rope and leaps off, going for a moonsault. She lands but Cory gabs her by the throat and slowly begins to get up. He grabs Stacy with both hands an d tosses her over the top rope and hard to the arena floor. Stacy yells out in pain as the referee starts to count.
...1
...2
...3
...4
Stay manages to roll back in the ring and struggle to her feet. Cory charges in but Stacy grabs him In A Great Big Hug. Cory gets confused for a second as to what was going on only to get a kick to the midsection from Stacy. Stacy begins to bite the forehead of Cory and you hear him yell out in pain. Stacy takes Cory over with a spinning neckbreaker and then goes for a pin
...1
...2
...3
No Cory kicks out at the last moment.
David Wright: Cory manages to kick out but he is in trouble now and needs to find a way to fight back or it will be coming to an end for him very soon.
Reggie Stallworth: This woman is relentless. How do you beat someone who enjoys the pain and keeps fighting back?
Stacy gets up and stomps on the head of Cory. She does it again and then heads to the top rope. Cory slowly stumbles to his feet . Stacy tries for a moonsault but Cory catches her. He walks around with Stacy on his shoulders but she manages to wiggle free and drop down behind Cory. Stacy bounces off the ropes and goes for a clothesline but Cory Catches her, lifts Stacy up on his shoulders and nails her with a death valley driver. Cory stands over Stacy and then looks out at the crowd as he pulls her up by her neck. He cooks Stacy lifts her up and sends her right into the corner with a powerbomb into the top turnbuckle. Stacy collapses in the corner an Cory pulls her out to the center of the ring. He yells that's it and makes the cover.
...1
...2
...3
No Stacy rolls a shoulder off the mat.
David Wright: And no this one isn't over quite yet.
Reggie Stallworth: Cory Hatred is definitely showing a mean streak in there though. And its up to Stacy to stop him
David Wright: If she can at this point in the match.
Cory pulls Stacy up and whips her into the ropes. He sets for his aces high Roundhouse Kick but Stacy holds on to the ropes. Cory charges but Stacy drops out off the way and Cory spills out of the ring and crashes to the arena floor. Stacy rolls out of the ring as well as the referee begins to count
...1
...2
Stacy begins Stomping away at Cory on the outside. She pulls Cory up and slams him face fist into the ring steps. Cory drops down by the ring steps and Stacy backs up and charges, nailing Cory with a stiff knee to the face, causing him to collapse to the floor
...3
...4
...5
David Wright: This one has moved to the outside of the ring
Reggie Stallworth: You noticed the obvious did ya? Never let it be said you don't have the IQ of a moth
Stacy tries to roll beck in the ring but Cory has her leg and pulls her back out. He lifts her up and looks to be going for a slam, Stacy drops down behind Cory and drops him right into the ring post. Cory stumbles away but Stacy attacks him with clubbing blows to the back.
...6
...7
...8
Cory tries to roll in the ring but now Stacy has his foot. He turns and kicks Stacy away before rolling in the ring.
...9
Stacy tries to follow but not in time
...10
Sammantha Jinx: Here is your winner via count out, CORY HATRED!!!!
David Wright: Cory beat Stacy back in by one second but that is all it took
Reggie Stallworth: They'll be another day for these two. Cory gets his hand raised in victory on this occasion and I think that is all that matters.
We fade to the backstage area where we see Platinum Dynasty Wrestling’s Directrix of Talent Relations making her way toward the office of her older sister. In her hand she’s carrying a clipboard that seems as though it has several contracts attached to it that appear somewhat important but as the young Angelique Deveraux approaches her sisters office she’s downhearted to find the door wide open and her sister apparently nowhere to be found. With a sigh she walks in to the office to find her, placing the clipboard down on the desk and almost jumping over the desk in shock as the door slams shut behind her. She turns to find Nicholas Jaxx standing in front of the door with a massive grin on his face.
Nicholas Jaxx: Hey babe.
Angelique Deveraux: What do you want?
Nicholas Jaxx: Me? I don’t want anything, I got this week off. But he wants something...
Jaxx points across the desk to the chair that has thus far been facing away from the doorway and it slowly spins around to see the PDW Prodigy Champion Pete Ebdon sitting in it, his legs crossed and a huge smile on his face as he looks up at one of the three people in the company that he gets to call “boss” on a weekly basis. Angel looks somewhat unsure of how to react as she sees him sitting there dressed still in regular street clothes – dark blue jeans, black boots and a black t-shirt that reads “The Pantheon: Platinum’s Most Wanted” across the front. Resting on the side beside him is the PDW Prodigy Championship belt but he doesn’t seem in the slightest bit interested in that, instead he’s got his eye on bigger things now.
Angelique Deveraux: My sister won’t be happy when she finds out you’ve taken over her office.
Pete Ebdon: Yes well these things are unfortunate but it seems that tonight your little boyfriend was given just the smallest little hint of power and it’s gone to his head. His idea of screwing with me is to take over our locker room and make it in to his “office” for the night and frankly Angel somebody needs to have a word with him but we both know that he’s not likely to listen to a word I have to say, don’t we? So I came up with plan b...
Angel shakes her head defiantly.
Angelique Deveraux: You want me to kick him out of your locker room? Do it yourself!
Ebdon just grins slowly, a look on his face that says that she’s completely missed the point of exactly why he’s actually here.
Pete Ebdon: You misunderstand Miss Deveraux; I couldn’t care less about the locker room. I couldn’t care less that the very best idea that your boyfriend has to mess with my head is to book me in a match against a joke of a former champion like John Raide and book himself as a referee. And the reason I couldn’t care less Angel is because I’ve seen it all before. You think that Steve Jason is the first man to ever have been given power in a company before? You think he’s the first guy to be made in to a guest referee in one of my matches?
Ebdon scoffs.
Pete Ebdon: The truth is everything that Steve Jason has done so far has been ridiculously predictable, it’s as though he’s found the play by play book for a feud in pro-wrestling and is going through it one clichéd little chapter at a time. What’s next Angel, is he going to steal my stuff next week? Oh no wait, John Raide already did that at Speak No Evil, didn’t he? Honestly, it’s like I’m stuck dealing with fucking teenagers...
Jaxx laughs but Angelique doesn’t look anything even remotely close to amused.
Pete Ebdon: The reason I’m here Angel is because I need you to have a little word with your boyfriend for me, next time you’re whispering sweet little nothings in to his ear and telling him how ridiculously sweet and innocent you are I need for you to mention one more thing and that’s that whatever little dreams he has about being Platinum Champion on the morning of August 31st are going to go up in flames. I need for you to get him to realise the simple truth: that he is just another name in this business and that he will be remembered as the coward who couldn’t accept any one of the dozen challenges offered by Joshua Payne, that he will remembered as just one of the nine that it took to bring the former Platinum Champion to his knees and that nobody will even remember that he was even in the match at Parental Advisory because after what I do to him on that night the only thing anybody will be talking about is me.
Ebdon pauses for a moment, reaching down to his side and picking up the PDW Platinum Championship belt and placing it down on the desk in front of him.
Pete Ebdon: You see this belt? It’s already a foregone conclusion that at Parental Advisory it will be me who raises this championship above my head, not your pathetic little boy toy. So rather than making kissy faces at him like the horny little teenager that you are and dreaming about what it’ll be like on the night that he finally makes you in to a woman I need for you to listen very closely: tonight I’m being the bigger man and I’m letting this little one man power trip that Jason has going on run its course only because quite frankly I have more important things to concern myself with than that idiot and his overinflated sense of self-worth. Next week however if he’s not learned the lessons that are on offer this week, if he’s not learned that it’ll take a LOT more than second-rate challengers and crooked referees to stop me achieving my destiny then I won’t be so kind and if you think what I did to him on the night of July 1st was bad then Angel you’ve not seen a damn thing yet.
Ebdon gets up from the chair and throws the Platinum Championship over to her to catch before walking around the desk and straight past her toward the door, stopping right behind her and leaning in close enough just to whisper in her ear.
Pete Ebdon: You need to smarten up kid, sleeping with the mid-carders isn’t going to do your career any good at all.
Jaxx looks as though he’s about to say something but Ebdon cuts him off by raising a finger to stop him just before he opens his mouth.
Pete Ebdon: And keep the belt nice and safe, I wouldn’t want any harm to come to it before Parental Advisory now, would I?
Jaxx opens the door again as Ebdon grabs the Prodigy Championship from the desk and both men begin to leave when Angelique finally speaks up.
Angelique Deveraux: He’s not my boyfriend.
Ebdon stops midstride and turns back to grin at her again.
Pete Ebdon: What was that, I don’t think I heard you properly?
Angelique Deveraux: I said he’s not my boyfriend!
The Prodigy Champion laughs for a long moment, walking back toward her again with a grin on his face.
Pete Ebdon: Is that so? Is that why you spend every possible moment you can in his company? Is that why your little knees start to shake whenever you smell his cheap cologne? Is that why every single person in this company but you already knows how you feel about the guy? Considering what happened to you at the hands of my former tag team partner I have something of a soft-spot for you at the moment Angel but I won’t hesitate to leave you lying in a heap on the floor just as Payne did if you screw with my affairs. Tell your boyfriend he’s swimming out of his depth and that there are a lot nastier things in the ocean than his pathetic little Australian surfer friends. And tell him whether he’s fucking you or not he needs to get his head in the game because if he’s still dreaming about what it’ll be like the night he gets to pop your cherry when he gets in to the ring with me at Parental Advisory then the only way you two will ever make sickly sweet little babies is if you lift him out of his wheelchair first.
Ebdon puts the Prodigy Championship across his shoulder and nods a farewell at her before closing the door behind himself and walking down the corridor with Jaxx at his side leaving Angelique all alone in her sister’s office with the Platinum Championship still in her hands...
Standard Match
Dusty Spears vs Jack Nation
Sammantha Jinx: The following match is one fall. Introducing first standing at 6'2 and weighing in at 242 pounds …DUSTY SPEARS!!!
The lights go out when Holy Diver by Killswitch Engage begins to play with Dusty's titantron. After the song's intro stops, red lights began to flash all over the arena followed by darkness again. When the lights come back on Dusty Spears pushes through the curtain raising his left fist to the crowd as he screams to acknowledge the cheers and the boos. As he walks down the ramp he tags several hands and even takes the time to hug a few a people before making his way to the ring.
He slides under the bottom rope and dashes to one of the far corners of the ring from the titantron, standing with one foot on the second turnbuckle and the other foot on the top one. He points and laughs to a few people in the crowd but pulls his hand up to the opposite shoulder threatening a backhand slap to the others.
In a typical arrogant fashion he turns to sit on the top turnbuckle and face the titantron, mocking a yawn as he waits for his opponent.
Sammantha Jinx: and his opponent making his way to the ring at this time. Jack NATION!!!!!!!!!!
Reggie Stallworth: What we have here is a match up of two great stars in PDW
David Wright: What, you are admitting it?
Reggie Stallworth: Of course e half he top guys could get sick or die and these two would be the top guys
The bell rings and Nation goes right after spears. He takes him down and begins raining rights and lefts. Spears managed to roll Nation off of him but Nation catches him with a clotheline. Spears gets up and gets an upper cut from Nation. Nation backs Spears into the ropes. He goes to ship Spears across the ring but Spears reverses it, sending Nation into the ropes and catching him with a knee to the midsection as he comes off the ropes. Nation stumbles to his feet and gets taken over with a snap suplex but Spears. Spears bounces of the ropes looking for an elbow drop but Nation sits up. Spears kicks him in the back of the head and then goes for the pin
...1
Nation quickly gets his shoulders off the mat.
David Wright: I get the feeling this one won't be for the week at heart
Reggie Stallworth: Indeed. Did you hear that kick?
Spears stays on Nation, Pulling him and backing him into the corner. He begins burying shoulder after shoulder the midsection of Nation but Nation fires back, nailing Spears in the head with a knee.. Spears stumbles away but is grabbed from behind by Nation and taken over with a German suplex. Nation holds on and gets back up with Spears and takes him over with a second German suplex into a bridge
...1 ...2 Spears kicks out both men get to their feet but Nation is a step quicker. He sweeps the legs of Spears out from under him and tries for another quick roll up.
...1 Spears kicks out.
David Wright: Jack Nation showing some great wrestling there but its much to early to keep Dusty pears down
Reggie Stallworth: I think its going to take a lot more wearing down on both these wrestlers. They are evenly match nobodies
David Wright: Would you stop. Both these competitors are great talents
Nation pulls Spears up and looks to be going for a piledriver. Spears manages to block it and send Nation over with a blackbody drop. Nation gets up and is met with a dropkick from Spears. He gets up and Spear goes for a second dropkick only to have Nation avoid it. Spears lands hard on the mat and Nation goes for a huge elbow drop. Spears manages to roll out of the way and both men are slow to their feet. Nation grabs spears and tries to whip him into the corner. Spears reverses it ans Nation goes crashing hard into the corner. Spears charges in after him and nails Nation with a high knee strike. Nation stumbles out of the corner and then falls face first to the mat. Spears quickly grabs Nation and locks in a sharpshooter
David Wright: And there's a sharpshooter. This one may be over already
Reggie Stallworth: Jack Nation looks to be fighting to get to the ropes with all he is made of.
Nation screams out in pain and looks to be inching himself toward the ropes. He raises his hand and looks as though he was going to tap only to manage to get his hand on the bottom rope. The referee calls for the break. Spears breaks the hold only long enough to pull Nation back toward the center of the ring. He looks to be going for the sharpshooter again but Nation kicks hi off. Spears avoid hitting the corner and climbs up on the top turnbuckle. He waits for Nation to get up and goes for a Missile Dropkick but Nation catches Spears by the legs and slams him hard into the mat before turning him over in a Boston crab.
Reggie Stallworth: And now it's Jack Nation with the upper hand. Are we going to see Dusty Spears call it a night here
David Wright: Could very well be look at the pain etched on his face
Reggie Stallworth: That's it his hand is up. He's gonna tap. He's gonna tap.
Spears raises his hand and fights against the instinct to tap. He shakes his head no and manages to reach the ropes. Nation breaks the hold but immediately begins dropping knees to the back of Spears. He pulls Spears up and nails him with an Inverted atomic drop before bouncing off the ropes and taking Spears down with a running forearm shot. Nation goes to the top rope and waiting on Spear as he slowly gets up. Spears falls against the ropes causing Nation to fall straddling the ropes. Spears takes Nation over with a snapmare off the top ropes and then goes for a guillotine legdrop. Nation moves and both men slowly start to get up. They both hit each other with clotheslines and the referee begins to count both men down
...1
...2
...3
...4
...5
...6
Both men start to stir and get to their feet
David Wright: This has been quite a competitive match. You have to admit
Reggie Stallworth: Huh did you say something. Sorry I was trying to get the girl behind me to flash me.
Spears picks Nation up but Nations slips off his shoulders. Nation spins Spears around and goes for a right hand but Spears ducks it. and picks Nation up again, looking to nail Hostile Take Over. Once again Nation gets free and drops down behind Spears. He dropkicks Spears in the back of the head sending Spears chest first into the corner. Nation charges in looking to splash Spears in the corner but Spears gets out of the way. Nation stumbles around and gets a kick to the midsection from Spears. Spears picks Nation up and holds him in the air for a few seconds before nailing him with a brainbuster and then floating over into a pin attempt.
...1
...2
...3
No Nation just manages to get his foot on the bottom rope before a three count
David Wright: Another near fall but Jack Nation showing great ring presence. Would you pay attention to the match. She's probably sixteen or so
Reggie Stallworth: Oh no can't afford to get arrested again
David Wright: Again? What do you mean again?
Reggie Stallworth: Huh? Nothing nothing. Damn fake I.D.'s
Spears sits up and you see frustration setting in as he pulls Nation to fit feet. He looks around and then hooks Nation going for another Brain buster. Nation blocks it, lifts Spears up and drops him stomach first across the top rope. Spears drops back into the ring holding his midsection. Nation goes to the top rope and waits on Spears to get up. He leaps off and Spears catches him, nailing him with a modified gutbuster. Nation rolls around in pain but struggles to get up. Spears charges at him and Nation sends Spears over the top rope with a back body drop before falling face first to the mat. The referee begins to count
...1
...2
...3
...4
...5
...6
...7
Nation gets to his feet and breaks up the count before reaching over the top rope and grabbing Spears by the hair. He tries to suplex Spears in but Spears reverses it into a roll up for a pin attempt
...1
...2
...3
Sammantha Jinx:Hear is your winner…DUSTY SPEARS!!!
David Wright: And just like that Dusty Spears captures his first victory in PDW
Reggie Stallworth: And the pain for us all is finally over.
In any other instance, you’d be finding one PDW interview backdrop. Said backdrop would be occupied by one Kayla. Said Kayla would be interviewing said wrestler about his current frustrations/predicaments/whatever ails them, and you’d be a little more informed.
However, since I like to think outside the box and such, we find Kayla standing outside the Dynasty Spectrum, standing in front of what appears to be the flagpole stationed just outside the front steps. Searching for whoever called him out here, Kayla looks up, down, and all around and finds no one.
Kayla: Great. Just geeee-rate.
Running her tongue along her inner cheek for lack of anything better to do, she goes to leave, but stops when she hears a distant voice calling to her.
???: kayla… Kayla… MISS KAYLA!
Nearly jumping out of her skin, the cheery interviewer leaps for dear life when she sees the gargantuan form of Citizen Truth barreling towards her. Stopping mere inches from nearly committing manslaughter in running the poor girl over, The New Face of PDW sports a red, white and blue mask with a black "CT: THE ONLY FIFTY-STAR ATHLETE IN PDW TODAY!" t-shirt.
Kayla: Whoa, big fella… what brings me out here?
Citizen Truth says nothing, but chooses to extend a finger.
CT: Young camera stooge, please adjust your view to capture all of Old Glory in all its splendor.
Choosing to do so, lest he wish to have his body twisted into balloon animal shapes, the camera focuses in on a full-staff and wind-riding American flag.
CT: This flag is the reason I called you to arms, Miss Kayla. I have fought and I have exuded sweat to clean up my new home, but the road ahead is a long one, sir. I fight to make this hallowed Sports Entertainment ground a better place for people like you and me, but there are certain individuals who dare choose to ignore the fervor of the fans for their own personal gain.
Echo Rayne… you, ma'am, hail from a country where queerness runs rampant and the sounds of hockey pucks haunt the very residents of the country… you also traipse around in Goodwill clothing and perfume that hits my nostrils like a punch to the face. You promote homosexuality and most importantly, you teach kids to dive off high places in the name of getting a little farther in your career… DO YOU SEE HOW YOU’RE TEACHING KIDS HOW TO BEHAVE, YOU KNAVE? You think your something special, ma'am? The FIFTY STARS of this great country that decorate our flag empower me with more energy than you could stuff into your gothic, wrist-slitting body!
And Inferno? Inferno is a young upstart that does deserve respect for his abilities in the ring, but outside the ring, his mouth runs more afoul than the pelvic region of celebutante and social miscreant, Paris Hilton. You, sir, are a blight on this industry I take part of and it will be a pleasure to show that not even Next Big Things are exempt from feeling the wrath of justice as it comes barreling at you at record speed!
The camera pans back to Citizen Truth, entranced with his own palms.
CT: With these burning hands of mine, tonight TRULY begins my quest to rid PDW of its evils and demonstrate to the rest of the world… just who runs this show. Mr. Christopher chose ME to be the New Face of PDW, not some smut-peddling anorexic cruiserweight and certainly not a gentlemen that has taken one too many classes watching old Jeff Hardy comp tapes. And finally? Philadelphia will have somebody PROUD to root for instead of merely banking on their Phillies who got lucky and nothing more!
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
CT: Miss Kayla? Until next time.
We go backstage to see none other than the woman who turned Nicholas Jaxx blue last week. This week she is sitting atop a large metal crate. She wears a black corset top that has hot pink laces going up the torso. We wears a pair of tight black leather pants and spiked heeled leather boots. Her brunette hair is hanging free down her back. She sits with her legs crossed hanging over the edge of the crate. Next to her looks like a small white gift box with a small baby blue ribbon tied around it. We see a small note pad in her hand and a pen in the other hand as she writes. We pan around over her shoulder to see what she is writing.
Please accept these cookies as a peace offering.
I figured you would appreciate a good joke, But I guess not.
So please accept these chocolate chip cookies as my way of saying sorry.
Simply,
An Admirer.
The woman slips the note under the ribbon and hops down off the crate. She looks around for a moment before gently grabbing what looks like a deliver man. We see the woman plaster on one of her best innocent smiles.
Woman: Excuse me? I know your busy but could you so me a big favor? There is twenty bucks in it for you.
The woman holds up a twenty dollar bill as she continues to smile innocently. The delivery man sighs a bit but decides to help the woman out.
Delivery Man: Uh, sure what is it?
The woman smirks handing the delivery man the box and the twenty dollar bill.
Woman: Take these to the locker room of Nicholas Jaxx please?
The Delivery man nods as he walks off heading towards Jaxx's locker room. The woman laughs a bit as she turns heel and walks away as she waits to see Jaxx's reaction to her gift.
We fade to a small room somewhere in the backstage area of the arena that seems to be filled with all kinds of technical equipment from replacement microphones and wires to large speakers and TFT screens, in fact just about everything that any of the technicians could need to repair any problem that occurred during the show. Normally this area of the arena would be off limits to everybody except for the technicians themselves but today apparently somebody has taken exception to that rule as the door marked “DO NOT ENTER” is left slightly ajar and the camera pushes the door aside to enter the technical area where deep in the far back corner sitting on one of the replacement speakers with both her legs crossed underneath her we find the PDW Cyber Champion Christy Matthews looking almost as though she’s meditating. The camera continues to watch her for a moment she sits there with the Cyber Championship on her lap and her eyes closed only to have a clipboard land neatly on her lap. She opens her eyes and looks down at it curiously.
Sara Ebdon: Consider it a present.
Christy jumps as the woman begins to talk, taking several deep breaths as she attempts to recover whatever inner peace she’d managed to find while sitting all alone in the dark.
Christy Matthews: Why do you always have to scare the hell out of me?
Sara grins at the question as she walks over to the speaker on which Christy is sitting and jumps up on to the one opposite, sitting opposite her and swinging her legs back and forth.
Sara Ebdon: Maybe it’s just your nervous disposition...?
Christy picks the clipboard up off her lap and looks at it for a moment before lowering it again and looking straight at the woman sitting opposite her.
Christy Matthews: What’s this meant to be?
Sara Ebdon: I already told you, it’s a present.
Christy Matthews: What kind of present?
Sara smiles again, shaking her head slowly.
Sara Ebdon: I don’t think I’ve ever met somebody who asked as many questions as you do, you know that? It’s a present in the sense that it’s something that you want that I’ve gone out of my way to help you get.
Christy Matthews: And what is it that I want?
The single word is said with a grin that’s almost evil in nature.
Sara Ebdon: Revenge!
Christy begins flicking through the paperwork attached to the clipboard before looking up at Sara with a slightly worried look on her face.
Christy Matthews: This is a contract for a match?
Sara Ebdon: An I Quit Match specifically, yes. Of course it’s not signed yet by either party but I figure it can’t be too hard to get that little formality out of the way; I’ll even take care of that for you as well if you like.
Christy Matthews: An I Quit Match between Shara Baptiste and me?
Sara nods slowly.
Christy Matthews: You don’t think she’s embarrassed me enough as it is?
Sara Ebdon: I think if you want to start standing up for yourself you need to face your accusers head on rather than cowering in the back and who’s accused you of more so far than her? Well aside from your old buddy Steve but I don’t think he’d exactly rush to sign up to a match with you, his MO seems to be to hide in the back and sneak attack people from behind.
She laughs as she says it but Christy barely reacts, fixated instead on the contract. She removes the pen from the top of the clipboard and signs on the dotted line on the third page before handing it back to Sara.
Christy Matthews: Thank you.
Sara Ebdon: You’re welcome. Now good luck tonight, I’ll be watching.
Sara jumps down and disappears out the door to the technical area closing it behind her as she goes leaving Christy sitting all alone in the dark once again with the Cyber Championship still on her lap. She picks it up and admires it once again, a smile spreading across her face as she runs her fingers along it...
Citizen Truth vs Echo Rayne vs Inferno
Citizen Truth vs Echo Rayne vs Inferno
Sammantha Jinx: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is to be contested under triple threat rules! Already in the ring.. from Toronto, Ontario, Canada.. weighing in at 130 pounds, she is ECHO RAYNE!
The crowd instantly boos, as Echo just looks at them disapprovingly.
'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.
Sammantha Jinx: Introducing competitor number two, from New York City, weighing in at 225 pounds… he is INFERNO!
David Wright: And here comes a VERY able-bodied athlete in Inferno. Looking to gain some momentum, and you can bet young upstart is going to get him some of Echo Rayne and Citizen Truth here tonight!
Reggie Stallworth: This kid is so weird, it's scary.
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.
"Requiem for a Dream (I Need a Hero Intro)" by Clint Mansell
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Reggie Stallworth: HERE COMES THE AMERICANIMAL!
David Wright: You totally stole that from another organization.
Reggie Stallworth: Did not!
Slamming down a fist into the entryway, a HUGE explosion of red, white and blue pyro enough to give George W. a woody erupts every possible direction. Beating his chest to get himself psyched for his biggest test to date, The New Face of PDW marches to the ring like a soldier.
Sammantha Jinx: And their opponent… from the Great City of Metropolis… weighing in at 285 pounds… this is CITIZEN TRUTH!
CT doesn’t even get a chance to enter the ring, as a Baseball Slide from Inferno knocks him for a loop! Catching the giant off-guard, things quickly spill out of control as Inferno and Citizen Truth begin exchanging punches outside the ring. With neither man backing down, the rowdy Dynasty faithful get behind Inferno in his bid to eliminated the biggest man in the contest early. Of course, one Echo Rayne had different plans as she stood inside the ring, watching the two slug each other to death…
CORKSCREW 360 PLANCHA!
David Wright: OH, LORD! THESE THREE AREN’T HOLDING ANYTHING BACK TONIGHT!
Reggie Stallworth: CHEATER! Tell that Gothic Kamikaze Pilot to keep it on the ground!
Crashing down on both Inferno and Citizen Truth, the fans explode as all three men quickly lay in a pile on the outside of the ring, reminiscent of a car crash. Princess Bitch is the first to her feet as she delivers a STIFF succession of Kawada-like kicks to the thick skull of The New Face of PDW. Thinking she’s stunned Citizen Truth enough for the moment, she goes to grab two handfuls of Inferno hair, but he catches her with a nasty right to the stomach that stuns the gothic princess.
Rolling her back underneath the ring, Inferno doesn’t waste any time putting the boots to Echo Rayne as the fans cheer him on. Measuring up his target, he waits for Echo to make it to her feet with the intention of decapitating her with a Snap Clothesline, but Rayne ducks and rolls through with the Rolling Cradle!
ONE!
TWO!
NO!
Inferno kicks out in the nick of time. Echo runs at him for a forearm, but Inferno ducks the oncoming shot. Echo turns around and gets ANNIHILATED thanks to a Snap Clothesline that nearly detaches her head from his neck!
Shaking his right arm to get feeling back into it, Inferno gets ready to dish out some more punishment to the Princess Bitch as he props her fallen body in the corner and throws some stomps to the stomach. A succession of fists to the head find their mark before Inferno bounces off the ropes and tries to connect with a kick of some kind…
TRIPPED BY CITIZEN TRUTH!
David Wright: That was a dirty move!
Reggie Stallworth: Hey, by hook or by crook, Truth’s gonna save the day!
Feigning innocence, the giant looks around innocently amidst the booing crowd before rolling into the ring and picking up the scraps like some freaky bald eagle-buzzard hybrid. The Buzzed Eagle.
Anyhow, The Future of Sports Entertainment decides to throw some stomps on the head of both the fallen Rayne and the equally-as-fallen Inferno, Garvin Stomp-style.
Citizen Truth: STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!
Turning his attention to the first of his adversaries, CT picks up Infenro by the waist and whips him to the ropes. Off the rebound, he HURLS all two-hundred and twenty-five pounds of weight with seemingly relative ease and dumps his body back-first on the mat with a massive back body drop.
Reggie Stallworth: He likes calling out his moves, doesn’t he?
David Wright: He certainly does!
Realizing he’s got some powerful momentum going his way, he attempts the same thing to Echo Rayne by whipping her to the ropes. He flings her into the sky, but Rayne has the wherewithal to pop off a dropkick in mid-air stunning the Muscular Menace. Rayne tries to recuperate and tries to aim low by firing off a series of nasty kicks to the thigh of CT, then stunning him with some equally assimilating forearm shots to the butt of the chin.
When she sees this does no good, Echo runs to the ropes and BLASTS him hard with a Jumping Calf Kick. The impact resonates throughout the arena, but CT merely stands on wobbly legs.
STILL standing in shock that this big gigantic bastard hasn’t taken a plunge yet, Rayne leaps to the ropes and tries once again for some sort of move, but…
Citizen Truth: GREAT AMERICAN DROP!
Sure enough, the Samoan Drop drives Rayne so far into the mat, it looks like the only way to dig her off would be a spatula.
Crowd: OOOOOOOOOH!
David Wright: OW! That Great American Drop just crushed Rayne’s innards!
Rayne coughs up a lot of air after the impact from the destructive slam of the Citizen. Sensing victory at hand, CT raises the prone body of Rayne up on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, but gets DESTROYED by a nasty Superkick, courtesy of the returning Inferno. Rayne’s body falls over as Citizen Truth goes sailing through the ropes, falling onto the apron and tumbling to the floor near the announce table.
Reggie Stallworth: Damn you, Inferno! And you had to use a SJ move! He double-sucks!
Inferno drops some elbows into the head and neck region of Echo Rayne before and drives her into the mat with a wicked Swinging Neckbreaker. After landing the move, he shoots the half.
ONE!
TWO!
THR… NO!
Inferno doesn’t care too much about that, though. He stays the course of his attack and starts throwing a series of European Uppercuts that send the Enigmatic Soldier into the corner. Backing up a few steps, he rushes into the corner, looking for a Body Splash, but Rayne gets both feet up, ramming them into his chin. Stunning Inferno for the time being, Echo leaps on to the second rope and dives, snapping Inferno over with a lightning-fast Headscissors!
David Wright: Here comes Echo Rayne riding along the comeback trail! She’s got Inferno in a daze!
Inferno scurries to his feet quickly, but walks right into a nasty Spinning Wheel Kick that catches him right underneath the jaw. Knocking him down, Rayne rolls him up with a La Majistral pinfall!
ONE!
TWO!
THR… NO!
David Wright: CLOSE, but no cigar. Inferno’s fought to hell and back to get to the top and it’ll take more than that to keep him down!
Inferno powers out of the pinfall predicament at the last half-second, incensing Echo a little. Rather than pound on the mat, she tries to whip Inferno into the ropes, but Inferno blocks the blow with a back elbow to the face. Whipping Rayne into the ropes, Rayne bounces into his clutches, looking for a fireman's carry, He tosses her off, going for the Go 2 Sleep but…
TORNADO DDT REVERSAL!
Reggie Stallworth: I haven’t seen a chick spin like that since this porno that I saw!
David Wright: REGGIE! VIEWERS!
Spiking Inferno’s head into the mat like a sick lawn dart, Echo Rayne leaps over and hooks a leg.
ONE!
TWO!
THR… SAVE BY CITIZEN TRUTH!
The fans cheer as Citizen Truth snatches the possible win away from Echo Rayne with a vicious leg drop to the back of Rayne’s head. CT scurries back to a vertical base and drags Inferno up with him, easily lifting the 225-pounder like a flyweight before ramming him back-first into the apron. He drills him with several shoulder blocks in the corner, robbing the Enigmatic Soldier of his precious oxygen.
Seeing Rayne getting to her feet, he runs toward the Princess Bitch, only to be brought down to one knee with a fast dropkick to his leg. With the giant finally down at a place Rayne can attack him, Rayne bounces off the ropes and comes back once more with a Front Dropkick connecting pointedly with the bridge of CT’s nose! The cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THRE… KICKOUT WITH AUTHORITAH~!
Echo’s eyes bolt out of her head when Citizen Truth powers her off him. Letting the gears turn as to what she could possibly do to hurt this mountain of a man, she leaps up and tries to take over CT with a Victory Roll, but the New Face of PDW spins him around…
Citizen Truth: FASTBALL SPECIAL!
Running with full speed, Rayne gets HURLED hard into the turnbuckle with the Running Powerbomb!
Reggie Stallworth: HAHA! Rayne just got drilled hard. I love Citizen Truth so very much, it’s scary.
David Wright: Yes, it is. But nevertheless, Citizen Truth HAS to have this match won!
Clutching her back in pain, Echo kicks his legs up and down the mat, not sure she can take much more punishment from the Heroic Hoss. Dragging her to the center of the ring, Citizen Truth puts all his body weight into a pin across the shoulders.
ONE!
TWO!
THR… SAVE BY INFERNO!
Letting out a sigh of relief under his breath, Inferno tries to lift CT up again, only for CT to throw a few punches into his breadbasket to keep him down. Another shot follows and CT tries to follow up the move with a vertical suplex. Inferno blocks it with his own foot as CT tries again, but Inferno turns the tables with a knee to the head. He tries one of his own, but CT delivers a nasty forearm shot to keep Inferno stunned.
He powers him up and lifts… NO! Inferno slips behind him and tries an Irish whip, but Citizen Truth reverses and sends him harshly into the corner. Citizen Truth runs in for a decapitating Clothesline, but Inferno ducks, making the giant eat nothing but turnbuckle! SCHOOL BOY ROLL-UP!
ONE!
TWO!
THR… NO!
David Wright: CLOSE FALL!
Barely able to kick out of the nearfall, Inferno cuts off any progress CT makes with a foot to the stomach. A nasty Right Hook catches CT in the side of the head. Inferno tries to run at him, but somehow CT finds his bearings, holding him high into the air before dropping him throat-first across the top rope with a VICIOUS Hotshot!
Groaning from the impact, the fans then start to jeer and cheer Citizen Truth, who raises both hands into the sky as if he’s already won. Kneeling down, he wraps both his tree trunk-like arms around the neck and chin of Tony, applying a very tight Randy Orton-esque Headlock of Champions.
Shaking the very life out of Inferno, his face starts to turn a hideous shade of red as CT sneers in his general direction.
Citizen Truth: Yield defeat, you worm!
Inferno: Fuck you!
Citizen Truth: HEY, LANGUAGE!
Cranking back tighter on the Chinlock, CT looks like he’s almost trying to twist the cap off a pop bottle. Inferno tries to break the grip of the New Face of PDW, but he holds tightly and goes nowhere. Just when all hope seems lost…
SHINING YAKUZA KICK!
The fans explode with a big ovation as Rayne leaps OFF the body of Inferno and lands a huge kick into the jaw of Citizen Truth, sending all three people down to the mat in a crazy car wreck. Referee T.C. Payne, seeing she has no choice, starts the mandatory ten-count that hasn’t really ended a match since the Cretaceous Period.
David Wright: WHERE’D RAYNE COME FROM?!
Reggie Stallworth: My nightmares, damn her, too!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FIVE!
Soon enough, Rayne makes it to her feet first, followed by Citizen Truth, and last but certainly not least, Inferno.
SIX!
SEVEN!
Echo, clutching her back, makes it to her feet to greet Inferno with a succession of Knife-Edge Chops to the chest. Inferno returns fire with two of his own and tries for a Spinning Forearm…
DUCKED!
OOH!
The Spinning Forearm shot misses its intended target of Rayne, but has enough power packed behind it to knock CT off his vertical base. Three stiff kicks catch from Rayne catch Infenro in the legs, stunning him long enough to be whipped into the nearest corner. Rayne follows him in with a nasty-looking Corner Jumping Knee Strike before running across the ring and DRIVING him face-first with the bulldog! Mustering all her strength, Rayne follows up by shooting the half on Inferno.
ONE!
TWO!
THR… SAVE BY CITIZEN TRUTH!
Reggie Stallworth: Whew! Citizen Truth saved the day and the match for himself! What a guy!
David Wright: And he’s got Rayne in dire straits right now!
Rayne rolls around a bit after being kicked in the head by the self-professed Heroic Hoss. She tries to recover fast enough to not be caught off guard again, but as she stumbles to her feet, Truth is already sizing him up for a very mean kill shot.
Citizen Truth: PREPARE TO FEEL THE LONG ARM OF THE LAW!
Citizen Truth winds up and holds out his arm, ready to deliver the knockout lariat. He charges forward for the lariat, and nails Echo, turning making her do a 360 in mid-air before crashing to the mat.
David Wright: LONG ARM OF TH-!
Reggie Stallworth: No need to repeat it, we just heard him say it.
Citizen Truth drops down and covers Echo.
ONE!
TWO!
Inferno dives at the pin...
THREE!
.. but is a split second too late.
"Requiem for a Dream (I Need a Hero Intro)" by Clint Mansell
Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner... CITIZEN TRUTH!!
Citizen Truth stands to his feet and pumps a fist in the air, doing his best superhero pose, as his theme song blasts over the arena.
Reggie Stallworth: Damn, Echo! Damn!
David Wright: Inferno was right there! If it wasn’t for Echo he would’ve had it won!
Inferno is getting off the mat as we see some guy running down the ramp toward the ring as it looks to be Pantheon’s personal assistant Jason Adina. He gets to the ring as walks up the steps as Inferno looks around as he doesn’t know what Jason Adina is doing here. Jason Adina finally steps through the ropes into the ring as he has a note in is head.
David Wright: What is this all about?
Reggie Stallworth: Well it looks like he has a message from the Pantheon.
Jason Adina now proceeds to hand Inferno the note. Inferno looks suspiciously at him as he takes the note. Inferno then takes the note and reads it. He looks up at Jason Adina and yells at him “Turn Around?” Inferno looks confusedly at Jason Adina as though it looks like Giovianni Aries has come through the crowd and snuck into the ring. Inferno hasn’t noticed as Jason Adina just points behind him. Inferno turns around right into a Privileged Lifestyle by Giovianni Aries that sends Inferno down to the mat.
David Wright: PRIVILEGED LIFESTYLE TO INFERNO!!!!!
Reggie Stallworth: Awesome!!!!! What a clever move by Giovianni Aries.
David Wright: More like cowardly move.
Reggie Stallworth: Whatever.
Giovianni Aries now stands over Inferno who is laying the middle of the ring as he pulls at microphone out of his back pocket as he looks down at Inferno.
Giovianni Aries: Now that I got your attention Inferno, I came out here to tell you that I am challenging you and Draven to a Last Man Standing Elimination match. I want to push your two to your limits. I am going to make sure there is no doubt that I am truly the next big thing in this company. So I will wait for your two’s answer at the next Disclosure. Oh somebody might want to relay this back to Inferno when he wakes up.
Giovianni smirks as he drops the microphone on Inferno and proceeds to slide out of the ring and makes his way back up the ramp with Jason Adina in tow.
The sound of speeding cars lights the mood as Terror comes to focus on the small screen. The soft, dim-lighting of the parking lot gives a mood of tranquility, but serenity is one emotion that is seen far from the face of Sarah Knight. Something deeper—heavy on the mind and dark the conscience—seems to mold her expression as the camera grows closer for a better glance. She leans down slowly under a black Sedan parked in parking space #33, where she slides two distinct tickets under the tire—hiding them well in the shadows.
Toni: This should suffice.
A deepened sigh is given by Terror, when from behind comes the nearing footsteps of another.
Joshua: What are you doing out here?
A hastened sigh of relief overcomes her, as she looks back to witness the warm smile of Joshua Payne. Feeling an emotion of guilt, however, she gapes back to the tire, before turning away from them both and looking down from the three-story drop.
Toni: I’m um—trying to get some fresh air before the Cyber Championship match.
Joshua: Are you feeling ok? Do you need to talk about it?
A simple roll of the eyes is given as a response, as she stuffs her hand deep into her pocket.
Toni: Nah—I’m all right. Go ahead and get my attire ready inside. I’m going to have a cigarette before I give Matthews the fight of her ever-loving life.
Josh calmly nods, before turning away from the diva and walking off. A stare of desperation shines from her face as a lasting expression, as she glares upward at the star-filled sky.
Toni: There you are, Dorian. Here’s your way in.
Elimination Tag Match
Christian and Alex Nolan vs Drake & Catalina Benjamin
The stripped official calls for the bell as Drake Benjamin and Alex Nolan begin squaring off in the center of the ring. Both their partners stand ready, eagerly waiting for the action to unfold behind their assigned corners, as a connection is made and the fans cheer in approval! Drake and Alex give everything they have, letting not an eye lift from the other, as not one of them moves an inch. The struggle grows unnecessarily long, when Alex gives a cheap knee to the gut of Benjamin, sending him into the grip of Nolan’s arm and down viciously with a ring shaking DDT.
Dvid Wright: Well, ladies and gentlemen. This mach seems to be getting off to an awesome start as we just witnessed a violent DDT from the ever popular Alex Nolan!
Reggie Stallworth: ‘Ever popular’? Bitch what are you, a blind man? This crowd just boo’d the hell out of this man for that cheap shot! You shouldn’t be giving him props, you should be whining like a little punk. You know—like you always do!
Alex, giving his opponent not an instant to recover, begins laying the mud hole stompings upon his left side. A quick glance is made, before running hard for the ropes and nailing a monstrous slide kick to the back of the wounded Drake Benjamin. It’s a sinister smile that follows, as Nolan taunts the audience for a mixture of cheers and boos. Shunning the first row of fans that boo him, he leans for a quick crack of the neck before turning around, only to dodge a flying side kick with a lucky reflex, coming up fast behind Benjamin with a holt of his neck and a thunderous drop to the springboard surface, delivering a nasty neckbreaker.
David Wright: I think we just saw the end of the match right there! That was a monstrous move given by Alex Nolan, who seems to be having the upper hand in this match.
Reggie Stallworth: I agree. From the very beginning he’s been handing poor ol’ Drake Benjamin an asswhoopin’! I still disagree, however, with this match being over so soon. These people paid a lot of money for this event, and they’ll be mad as hell if this ends up as a five second ordeal!
David Wright: These fans don’t control fate.
Reggie Stallworth: No, but they sure as hell control your paycheck.
Drake Benjamin is left lying static on the hard surface, as Alex cockily points to the turnbuckle in the near distance. The fans rise to their feet, approving of the high-risk move he seems to be signaling. Step after grueling step, he slowly makes his way up to the very top turnbuckle. We can see Catalina Benjamin screaming for her partner to roll out of the way, but we see him do nothing. Alex turns his back to his opponent as he signals the fans in preparation for a moonsault. The screams grow higher, before Alex throws his body high into the air, only to come down hard to the folded knees of Benjamin. Catalina throws her feet upon the first rope, as she reaches eagerly over the top to connect hands with her husband.
Reggie Stallworth: Christian Nolan does not appear too happy about his brother’s misconnection with that aerial attack.
David Wright: I just hope the kid’s OK.
Reggie Stallworth: Well, I don’t. Career ending injuries are what make this profession so great, DAVID!
Drake crawls to the support of his knees first, before slowly getting one foot up, then the other to finally regain composure in a standing position. Alex is still gripping his back, as Benjamin calmly places his finger up in a ‘one second gesture’ to his wife, before turning to Nolan and dropping a fist to the back of his head. His very composure seems to lack the element of mercy, as he begins delivering heart knocks, one from the left, then the right, then back to the left—over and over, plummeting his hard-gripped fists into the head of Alex Nolan. Gripping his head, Drake pulls his stunned opponent back to his feet, before nailing a hard boot to his gut, backing up a little, then coming down hard with a brilliantly connected Scissors Kick to Nolan’s head, leaving him to crash hard in a face-first drop onto the mat.
Reggie Stallworth: And now we’re seeing the tables turn as Drake shows why he’s truly the dominant figure here in the PDAVID.
David Wright: I must admit—the man’s impressive once he gets his flow on a roll.
Drake kicks the shoulder of Alex Nolan to measure his conscious level, as he just flops back down on the mat. Seeing nothing coming to life, Drake walks across the ring and tags in his wife for some well-craved action. Catalina Benjamin shows the crowd first hand that she’s a force to be reckoned with, as she begins screaming for her opponent to stand up, kicking him violently in the head with every failed attempt he makes. Her ordeal goes on for a few seconds, when finally Alex makes it back to his feet, only to meet an array of fist connections by The Black Widow. His surprise is short-lived, as he comes back hard with a clothesline that nearly decapitates the vixen. His momentum dies upon impact, as he falls right back down to his keens, slapping his face in an attempt to wake himself up.
David Wright: His brother is standing right over there! Why doesn’t this kid tag Christian Nolan in already and give it a rest? Catalina almost made a fool of him, if it wasn’t for that quick clothesline that brought her down. Look at her, she’s almost back to her feet and he’s still trying to keep it together!
Reggie Stallworth: I couldn’t have said it better myself, brother. This match is turning into a violent one, and Alex Nolan’s injuries are only going to get worse if he doesn’t go ahead already and tag in his brother—standing over there at a 100% health level!
Catalina jolts her body hard into the ropes, coming back at Nolan with beautiful dropkick, sending him flying back down to the mat of which he came. He holds his face tightly, as she calls for the fan’s support. They all rise to the occasion, giving the female the benefit of the doubt, as she begins kicking the fallen superstar’s body at all angles. Having enough, he grabs her foot, and with little effort, pulls her off balance, letting her head fall dead on his bent knee. She now holds her face as Alex uses the ropes for support. Drake, having enough of this man taking advantage of his wife, gives a hard right to Alex Nolan’s face, sending his body back into the ropes. Christian doesn’t like this a bit, as he flies into the ring and begins yelling at the referee to take action. With the official’s attention taken off the match, Drake slides into effect, as he starts to hammer away at Alex. Catalina stands up, but it is of no use, as Alex comes back strong, knocking the duo down with a double clothesline. The crowd stands to their feet in approval, as his comeback was beginning to look improbable.
Reggie Stallworth: Did you just see that! Alex Nolan singlehandedly took down the Benjamins!
Alex stands to his feet, as the referee finally gets Christian Nolan back behind the ropes. His sights, however, don’t stay on the match for long, before he runs to the aide of Drake Benjamin, now grabbing his knee in a large amount of pain. Alex takes this opportunity, and calls for his brother to grab a chair. Christian responds with a smile, dropping down to the hard mats and grabbing a chair from the nearby announcer’s table. He folds it up well, before sliding into the ring, waiting patiently for Catalina Benjamin to regain completely from such an unforeseen attack by her opponent. It takes a minute for the wait to find justice, but, when it does, Christian Grips the chair hard, running quickly at the unprotected female, before she ducks the attack, and the chair is sent crashing into the skull of his brother. Alex Nolan falls to the mat, lying inert atop the springboard surface as Christian looks on with disbelief. Drake continues to grab at the referee, not letting him turn around and see the chair present, in fear of Catalina’s dismissal. Catalina, however, begins nailing hard hits to Christian, as she drop kicks him to the floor. He is quick to recover, as he lets not a finger off the chair—sending the metal piece flying into her cranium. The referee finally breaks away from Drake Benjamin, as Drake crawls to the aide of his wife, seemingly knocked unconscious on the mat. Christian Nolan dodges the referee’s sight, as she rolls out the ring, sending the chair sliding under the ring and out of view of any suspicion.
Reggie Stallworth: What the hell was all of that!?
David Wright: If I’m not mistaken, both opponents were accidentally knocked unconscious by Christian Nolan.
Reggie Stallworth: Correction: One of the opponents was an accident. The first hit was a fool’s mistake by Christian Nolan. He should be slapped in the face by his glass covered corpse of a father!
David Wright: That was uncalled for, Reggie.
Reggie Stallworth: You don’t see me crying in a corner. They deserve to lose, ungrateful kids.
The official finally gets the Drake Benjamin to leave his wife’s side, taking his place back behind his assigned turnbuckle. The referee, asking if either opponent can respond in physical gesture, begins to the countdown as no answer is given.
…1…
…2…
…3…
…4…
Reggie Stallworth: This is exciting! I can’t tell what’s going to happen!
…5…
…6…
David Wright: I know what you’re saying, Reggie. We see people recover from these moves all the time! We can only hope that this isn’t the end of the two.
…7…
…8…
…9…
Reggie Stallworth: Here it is people!
David Wright: Will someone finally stand to his or her feet? I just can’t tell Reg!
10!!!!!!!
Reggie Stallworth: That answer is hell nah! These two fools are out of here!
David Wright: Indeed! Remember folks, this match is far from over. It’s not a normal tag match, but an elimination tag match! The two competitors, Drake Benjamin and Christian Nolan, are left to finish the battle and ultimately distinguish from them both a true victor in this match.
Reggie Stallworth: And as we also saw, it was that fool Christian Nolan that just eliminated both his brother/partner and his weakest opponent! Simply genius!
Sammantha Jinx: HERE IS YOUR FIRST AND SECOND ELMINATION – ALEX NOLAN AND CATALINA BENJAMIN!!!
The referee calls for security to help both Alex and Catalina out of the ring, as Drake Benjamin and Christopher Nolan both take their places in the squared circle. The arena ignites in a thunderous uproar as the two stand toe-to-toe—face-to-face. Christian signals for a battle of strengths, but Drake seems a little annoyed after Christian’s devastating to his wife with a chair. His anger turns to violence, as he takes Christian Nolan down with a hard landing. The two roll across the ring, as blows from both parties are given with seemingly vicious convictions. Christian is the first to pull his body back to a standing, however, nailing Drake with a few quick shots, and then a roundhouse kick to the side of his skull. Hitting the mat hard, Benjamin spits some blood from his mouth as Christian Nolan once again stands to his feet. The crowds endorsement of violence keeps Nolan on edge, as he delivers a stop every now and then to Benjamin’s side, giving a short-lived taunt of power with every break in between.
DavidWright: Well, Reggie, it’s obvious to see that Christian Benjamin is taking utter control is this match right here.
Reggie Stallworth: Well, I’m afraid we saw this coming. He’s been out of this match for almost the entire time since it started, and now he’s taking care of what’s left of Benjamin after his decent battle against Alex earlier in the match.
Christian Nolan pulls Drake off the mat, helping his stagger back to his feet. A smile begins to grow across Nolan’s visage, but is soon turned to utter disbelief as Benjamin grabs his head, and sends him flying downward with a beautiful jawbreaker atop the back of Drake’s head. Christian is sent flying backwards in response to the suspense and pain of its aftermath. Drake rolls the leg.
1…
2…
Christian kicks out!!!
Drake can barely believe it, as he looks on to the referee in sheer awe. The ref just shrugs his shoulders, signaling to the outside that it was only a two count, and that the match must continue. Christian, pulls his body up, still holding his chin tightly in effort to relieve the pain. He notices Benjamin from behind, standing off guard, as he tucks under the tights, and rolls Drake into a surprising school boy. The ref falls to the mat in response.
1…
2…
Drake kicks out!!!
David Wright: And so close to a cheap victory! I nearly thought he had it there!
Reggie Stallworth: He would have gotten a damn stone to the back of the head if that was all these fans were going to get—a pathetic school boy attempt for the win.
David Wright: In this profession, Reggie, they’ll take a win in any way they can. Winning the game is all they care about nowadays.
The fans fly to their feet, standing in utter surprise that the match continues to unfold before their very eyes. Nolan rolls fast to his feet, sending a quick boot to the back of Drake’s head in an attempt to subdue him for a quick second. His attempt, however, falters, as Drake pulls back off the mat and goes for a clothesline. Christian, however, ducks the attack, and moves in for a spear, but Drake catches him quick between his legs. With little time wasted, he throws Nolan high upon his shoulder, and before the crowd can scream in cheer, he sends Christian Nolan’s body crashing hard to the springboard surface with his signature finisher: Neurotoxic!
Reggie Stallworth: Oh, my god! There it is! Neurotoxic!
David Wright: And now he covers for the pin! The ref is on the mat!
1…
2…
3!!!
Sammantha Jinx: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS—DRAKE AND CATALINA BENJAMIN!!!
Catalina rolls back into the ring, still a bit staggering due to the chair shot. Laughter is all that is on their faces, however, as the referee lifts their arms high into the air.
Reggie Stallworth: Drake Benjamin really proved his worth tonight. Though the Nolan’s were no easy victory, we still saw their first defeat here on Disclosure!
David Wright: I’m sure the Benjamins are going to be celebrating their night in style! Congratulations to this couple, ladies and gentlemen; they really deserve their due tonight!
The camera shot opens up with a still heavily bandaged up Giovianni Aries walking down the hallway of the backstage area as Giovianni Aries seems to be looking for someone. Giovianni Aries then stops as he sees Steve Jason, the man who had made Giovianni Aries’s body feels as if he had been hit by a car. Giovianni Aries then walks over to Steve Jason who has his back to him. Giovianni Aries taps Steve Jason on the shoulder which causes him to then turn around. Steve Jason ,who also looks like he has been to hell and back, then sees who it is as he instinctively puts up his defense.
Giovianni Aries:: Relax Steve. I’m not here for a physical confrontation. Let’s face it we are both are still probably not a hundred percent to have a backstage brawl.
Giovianni Aries smirks at that comment as Steve Jason raises his eye brow a bit as he still doesn’t let down his guard.
Giovianni Aries:: I just wanted to talk to you. You see Steve at Speak No Evil you done something that not many people have done and that is you have earned my respect. I tried to take you to hell at the pay per view, but you just kept getting back up for more.
Giovianni Aries can’t believe he just admitted that to Steve Jason. Steve himself seems to be taken quite by surprise at that admission, his eyebrow still raised, but a decisively confused look on his face. It takes a few seconds, but he finally lowers his guard and instead stands rather tense and at attention. Finally his brow lowers and he stares back calmly, seconds passing before he finally speaks.
Steve Jason: Well, I'll be damned. Something's come out the mouth of a Pantheon associate that's not complete and utter garbage. Miracles never cease, I guess. Suppose Ebdon was actually on the level when he was making out like things were going to change.
A quiet laugh escapes Steve at that, an amused look on his face. Giovianni moves to speak, but Steve holds a hand up.
Steve Jason: I'm not done yet. For what it's worth, Giovianni, whatever problems I've had with you and your kind alike, I'm not so blind and stubborn so as to not call a spade a spade. You gave me one hell of a fight, I'll say that much. I had to put out a lot of effort- far more than it would have required to shut down a common lapdog. Might just be that I haven't given you the credit you fully deserve. After Speak No Evil, you've proven yourself worthy of it though- regardless of where we stand this week and the next.
He punctuates that with a dry laugh, as if he wasn't quite expecting to say that. Giovianni Aries lets out a sly smirk at the comment.
Giovianni Aries:: Heh, though don’t take this admission as nothing more than like you said calling a spade a spade. You see you were only one second better than me at the pay per view. I mean right now you are the best of what the rest of PDW has to offer omitting the Pantheon of course. So later on Steve, I want rematch with you. I just to prove to everyone I have what it takes to beat the best.
Giovianni Aries smirk fades after that comment. Steve eyes Giovianni casually for several seconds, his expression decidedly blank and hard to read before finally, he nods once with a slight shrug of his shoulders.
Steve Jason: Of course. It's pretty much bound to happen.
Giovianni Aries smiled at Steve Jason’s agreement to the rematch as Giovianni Aries started to back away as he stopped and walks back to Steve Jason.
Giovianni Aries:: You know Steve, this time though I will be the one that has their arm raised in victory because let’s face it Steve I am the next big thing in this company. You will see that as early as tonight when I defeat your buddy Julian Dark in the match you booked.
Giovianni Ariesnow resumes backing away. There's a short, quiet laugh from Steve as his eyebrow raises again, but nevertheless he holds a relatively calm and at ease demeanor as he replies with only two quiet words.
Steve Jason: We'll see.
With that said Giovianni Aries cracks a smile that exudes confidence as he turns walks away from Steve Jason.
We fade to the backstage area where we see a delivery man walking around the backstage area with a familiar looking gift in his hands. He finally spots the man he’s looking for and walks over to him as Nicholas Jaxx, along with Lucas Knight, are hanging out in the back playing poker.
Lucas Knight: So they just gave you the week off?
Nicholas Jaxx: I know dude, it sucks ass. I’m here and ready to compete but nooo, Steve Jason’s lazy-ass booking just cost this company one of its hottest stars.
Lucas Knight: So wait, Jason booked Citizen Truth and Echo Rayne in the same match but he didn’t book you?
Jaxx nods his head sadly.
Nicholas Jaxx: I’ve been saying it for a while now dude, the guy is a dumbass!
The delivery guy walks over to Jaxx and hands out the package.
Delivery Guy: Um... this is for you.
Nicholas Jaxx: it is?
Jaxx looks at the gift happily obviously thinking it’s from some admirer and reads the card, nodding happily before handing the note across to Knight and unwrapping the cookies excitedly.
Lucas Knight: Hold up a sec bruv...
Nicholas Jaxx: What dude? Its cookies! I love cookies...
Lucas Knight: Ain’t this from the same chick who turned you blue last week?
Nicholas Jaxx: Yeah but she apologised. Read the note dude!
Lucas Knight: I’m just saying bruv; I’d get somebody to test the cookies before you eat them. They could be laced with laxatives or something.
Nicholas Jaxx: No admirer of mine would do that shit to me dude.
He takes a giant bite of one of the cookies his eyes light up as it spits it out quickly and begins desperately looking around.
Lucas Knight: What’s wrong?
Nicholas Jaxx: DUDE THE FUCKING COOKIES ARE LACED WITH PEPPERS!! THAT’S SOME SERIOUSLY HOT SHIT!!!
Jaxx grabs a bottle of water out of the hands of some random techie and begins to drink it as quickly as he can, grabbing another bottle from another techie and going straight in to that as well, chugging it down as quickly as he can in an attempt to cool his mouth.
Lucas Knight: I warned you bruv...
Nicholas Jaxx: WHO THE FUCK IS THAT CHICK DUDE?! The fuck is she doing this shit to me for? I’m so whooping her ass if I ever find her, how can you turn cookies in to an instrument of evil? That’s just wrong dude...
Jaxx hurls the cookies across the backstage area angrily before collapsing back down and taking another mouthful of water and fanning his mouth in an attempt to cool it down.
Standard Match
Julian Dark vs Giovianni Aries
David Wright: And now, we get to see former Prodigy Champion Julian Dark make his return against someone with a helluva lot of potential in Giovianni Aries.
Reggie Stallworth: With the way Julian Dark got knocked around several times I didn’t think he’d ever come back! First by the St. John’s and next by the monster Joshua Payne himself!
David Wright: Indeed, but what a perfect time for Julian to make his return. I hear he was anticipating a tag team match at the side of Steve Jason but, as we all know, SJ is a little busy tonight running this entire show!
Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, coming all the way from Eagle Rock, California…JULIAN DARK!!!
The lights in the arena all shut off, except for a green spotlight that rests on the center of the stage. "Tears Don't Fall" by Bullet For My Valentine rips onto the speakers. On the big screen a four leaf clover appears and The Lucky Charm writes itself across the clover in cursive writing. Several blasts of green pyro shoots up from the stage and the clover disappears from the screen, melding into a video of Julian Dark. The smoke from the pyro is so thick that it can't be seen through. However, as it begins to clear, the outline of Julian Dark can be seen. He waits a few minutes, listening to the fans, feeding off the energy they have created. Then he steps out of the smoke and raises his head, locking his sights on the ring. He makes his way down, drawing in the noise of the crowd and a small smile shows through his tough demeanor. He jumps onto the apron, and walks over to the nearest turnbuckle. He climbs onto the second pad from the outside and raises his left arm into the air. Then he steps over the top rope and lands in the ring.
Sammantha Jinx: And his opponent, from Malibu, California, The Pantheon’s own…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: Look at Aries. So cocky and has absolutely no respect for the fans. Without them he wouldn’t even be there!
Reggie Stallworth: What? How you figure? They don’t write his checks.
David Wright: Basically, they do! They make it possible for those checks to even be written! I will never understand who people can just disregard fans that way. It’s like being an ass to your wait staff. They can totally fuck you ever if they want!
Reggie Stallworth: Yeah, whatever.
Julian paces one half of the ring as he watches Giovianni step down from the ropes. The Dynasty Spectrums roars with anticipation of a great match up. And soon, T.C. Payne calls for the bell, beginning the match. Immediately, both men began to circle, sizing one another up before clashing in the center of the ring in a tie up. It is Aries who gains the early advantage by tossing Dark into a side headlock, but Dark quickly shoves him forward into the ropes. Dark goes for a dropkick but Aries holds on to the ropes, causing Dark to hit nothing but air. Aries immediately capitalizes on this situation, running to Dark’s side of the ring and bouncing off the ropes to land on Dark with a guillotine keg drop. Aries remains on top of Dark for the the count.
ONE…
TWO…
Dark kicks out!
David Wright: And Aries with the first pin attempt after a leg drop to Dark.
Reggie Stallworth: I know Julian better watch his goddamn head! I refuse to believe it’ll ever recover from all the shit that’s done happened to it! That man is probably half retarded by now and doesn’t even know it.
Aries leaps back to his feet and grabs hold of Dark, placing him in a front face lock, dragging Dark over to the corner in the process. Still holding onto Dark, Aries suddenly executes a jumping DDT, smashing Dark’s head into the mat, knowing that he is just returning from a head injury. The fans yell at the sound of Dark’s head connecting with the canvas loudly. And Aries wastes no time, immediately stomping away at the fallen Julian dark with his wrestling boots. But Dark manages to roll out of the way and out of the ring for a moment’s rest. And it is only a moment indeed as Aries stalks across the ring and reaches over the ropes, grabbing for Dark. However, Dark reaches under the ropes and grabs Aries by the feet, yanking them out from under him in one swift motion and pulling him out of the ring. It is no Julian’s turn to stomp away at his opponent. Dark allows his foot to connect with every part of Aries it can reach before he pulls him to his feet and launches him into the steel staircase. Aries’ back smacks into the metal and he goes down immediately afterwards. As T.C. beings her count in the ring, Julian kicks Gio once more for good measure before picking him up and tossing him back into the ring. Dark follows him inside, looking down at Aries who crawls around the ring on his hands and knees. Dark grabs Aries by his hair and yanks his head back, violently, and Aries uses this momentum to smash the back of his head straight into Julian’s nose, causing him to stumble back!
David Wright: Gio just caught Julian off guard with a reverse headbutt to the nose!
Reggie Stallworth: Aw hell no. You can’t do that! Not the face! And I just noticed we got two pretty boys in the ring here.
David Wright: Pretty? You think they’re pretty?
Reggie Stallworth: Don’t even say it like that. I don’t want people up in here getting me confused with you.
Julian clutches his nose and almost instinctively checks his hands for blood, and to no surprise of anyone, his hands are covered with it. But his slight hesitation gives Aries all the time he needs to leap to his feet and spear Dark to the mat! Aries begins unleashing a barrage of punches to the head of Julian Dark as the fans eat up every second of it. Aries then yanks Julian back to his feet and hauls him into the air only to drop him over his knee with a painful backbreaker. Julian rolls onto the mat, favoring his lower back, but without much time to recover from the attack. An energized Giovianni Aries is soon on him again. He pulls Julian to his feet once again and places him in a side headlock. Aries then runs halfway across the ring and slams Julian’s head into the canvas with a running bulldog. He then flips Julian onto his back and goes for the pin.
ONE…
TWO…
TH…Julian barely kicks out!
Reggie Stallworth: Damn! What’s up, Julian?!
David Wright: Giovianni Aries is really working Julian over in that match. Julian is definitely in some danger here.
Reggie Stallworth: Hell yeah he is! If he’s not half retarded already he damn sure will be after this!
Aries once again pulled Julian to his feet, this time whipping him into the ropes. Aries then executed a flying body press onto his prone opponent. A battered Julian Dark lie in the center of the ring as Giovianni Aries got back to his feet and began pacing around him, staring down at him as he did so. When Aries reaches down for him again, Julian suddenly surprises him with a bell clap, stunning Aries in mid-motion. As Aries stumbles back Dark finds the strength to flip to his feet. Once up, Julian nails Giovianni with a superkick out of nowhere, sending him crashing into the corner! But as Dark charges at Aries, Aries suddenly side steps and Dark’s body collides with the ring post, leaving him vulnerable to attack. Giovianni grabs him by the hair, going for a tornado DDT but is surprised by Julian’s counter with a swinging headscissors takedown. As soon as Aries hits the mat, Dark immediately picks him back up. Dark then drapes an arm over Gio’s neck and takes him down with a reverse underhook DDT, much to the delight of the fans. Dark keeps up with his newfound momentum, attempting to lock on an Indian deathlock that Aries uses the ropes to escape. Dark wraps a hand around the right ankle of Aries and drags him to the center of the ring before whipping him into the ropes. A Aries returns, Dark immediately falls to the mat, tripping his opponent up with a drop toe hold that bounces his face right off the top turnbuckle. Dark then immediately hops to his feet and nails Aries with a shining enziguiri. Aries falls to the mat like a ton of bricks as Julian leaps off the second rope and lands across him with a springboard split leg moonsault into a cover!
ONE…
TWO…
THR…no! Giovianni kicks out!
David Wright: Julian Dark with a sudden burst of energy here!
Reggie Stallworth: And Gio barely made it out of that one right here!
David Wright: Giovianni is definitely proving himself to be able to keep up with some of the bigger names here in Platinum Dynasty Wrestling!
Dark remains still for a moment, breathing hard from both fatigue and frustration before he gets up once again, taking Aries with him in the process. Once again, he whips Gio into the ropes, preparing for a spear, but Gio surprises him with a flying knee to the jaw that snaps Julian’s head back violently! Both men fall to the mat once again with Julian’s energy near depleted after that last surprise strike. Giovianni flips himself onto his stomach and pushes up on all fours before grabbing the ropes to pull himself to his feet as Julian struggles on the mat. Aries, now completely back on his feet, kicks Dark for good measure before yanking him up once again. Aries then sends Dark sailing into the ropes just before bouncing off the opposite side, clashing with Julian to nail him with a running spinning neck breaker! The volume in the arena immediately goes sky high as both men hit the mat hard! And with that, Giovianni Aries rolls up Julian Dark!!!
ONE…
TWO…
David Wright: He’s got it! It’s over!
No! Julian reverses the roll up!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner….JULIAN DARK!!!
David Wright: And Julian Dark wins his return match! Soooo close! But what a showing by Giovianni Aries!
A crippling bang sends Star off edge as she gapes to her office door. A short-lived silence follows, before the door comes flying off the hinges and Toni Terror is left standing at the doorframe. She grips her hand strongly around the opening of a pair of scissors, as her eyes watch sinisterly at her boss. Star, on the other hand, stands confused, mind you, in the middle of her office.
Star: What the fuck!?
Toni: I’m tired of living with this guilt.
An emotion of saddened discomfort overpowers Sarah, as she leans against the wall. Star, understanding none of this, begins to approach her superstar with a suspenseful worry.
Star: What guilt? What are you talking about, and why didn’t you just knock?
Toni: Knock? Oh, Sarah—please tell me you know what you’re doing.
Star’s eyebrows hit the ceiling, as Terror flies from the wall, swinging at the boss with the sharpened blades at aim of her face. Star is quick, however, ducking the weapon and sending Terror flying high overhead and down hard on her Oakwood desk. Papers and documents fly everywhere as Toni rolls off the surface and hits the floor hard.Terror, gripping strongly to her lower back, staggers once more to a standing, having only the desk lying between them.
Toni Terror: Why are you fighting this?
Star: Bitch—get the fuck out of my office before I have you escorted out of the building.
A sinister smirk overcomes Sarah, as she pulls back her wrist, sending the scissors flying through the air. Its sharpened tip misses Star’s face by mere inches before hitting the wall with an ear-piercing clank.
Star: Security!
Two guards run quickly into the room, as Terror rolls across the desk, sending both men crashing hard to the floor with a double-grip spear. Their heads hit hard on the tiled floor—knocking them unconscious upon sheer impact.Terror once again regains her standing as her eyes glare back at the Boss.
Toni Terror: Security can’t help you! Just lay down!
Star: Bring it on, bitch!
Toni Terror: Understand this, however—if I don’t make you a bloody mess, Dorian Gray will never leave me alone.
Star: So, you choose me as the target? I’m your boss, Sarah!
Toni Terror: You’re my friend. So, why not cut your face?
Star: You really are a sick and twisted bitch!
Angered by her statement, Toni once again runs for the attack, only to miss again, as Star grips Knight’s shirt and slams her hard against the brick wall.
Toni Terror: Fuck!
Star loosens her grip, allowing Sarah to slide down the wall’s surface.
Star: I’m going to ask you one more time—Leave!
Terror pulls her body off the ground and aims to the door in defeat.
Toni Terror: I still love you, Star. Cutting your face would have only proven that more.
Star just watches on with confusion as Terror steps over her door and leaves the office as the scene fades to black.
Cyber Championship Match
Christy Matthews © vs Toni Terror
Sammantha Jinx: The following match is one fall and it is for the PDW Cyber Championship. Introducing the challenger at 5'9” and weighing in at 155 pounds 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.
"Stay low
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.
"grieving for you
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.
"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...
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.
Samanntha Jinx: and and now standing at 5'5" and weighing in at 135 pounds. She is your PDW Cyber Champion "Untouchable" Christy MATTHEWS!!!!!
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And my scars remind me that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel
The lights dim and red and white spotlights flash around the arena and six words span across the video screens...
My Destiny, Sealed With A Kiss...
The first verse of “Scars” by Papa Roach blasts across the PA system as it seems all the fans around the arena react differently. The cameras pan the crowd as some are booing as loudly as they can while others stand on their feet cheering, trying to drown out the sounds of the booing with their own cheering.
Drunk and I'm feeling down
And I just wanna be alone
I'm pissed ‘cause you came around
Why don't you just go home
Cause you channel all your pain
And I can't help you fix yourself
You're making me insane
All I can say is
The camera pans to the cheap seats in the back of the arena where we see Christy Matthews standing on the guard rail with her arms outstretched in an eerily familiar mock-crucifix pose. Her fists and ankles are taped and she wears no boots but has both knee and elbow pads on.
I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut
My weakness is that I care too much
And our scars remind us that the past is real
I tear my heart open just to feel
As she jumps down from the guard rail the screens around the arena begin to display familiar wording once more...
...E B D O N E N T E R T A I N M E N T P R E S E N T S...
...C H R I S T Y M A T T H E W S...
She begins to push her way down to ringside accompanied by her boyfriend Pete Ebdon, who attempts to hold off some of the fans as Christy makes her way down to the barricade. Leaping over the barricade, Christy begins climbing the outside of the turnbuckles and standing on the middle rope, striking the mock-crucifix pose once more before leaping over the ring and sitting down in the corner in a style eerily similar to the man with whom she made her way to the ring.
David Wright: And here we go. The match that may still the show. Christy Matthews has to deal with who many of the fans believe is the top bitch in PDWReggie Stallworth: Well you know why I like this match and what I'm hoping for. Can you say Wardrobe malf...
David Wright: Don't you say it...
Christy and Toni circle each other carefully before locking up in the center of the ring. Toni quickly grabs Christy in a side headlock and takes her over but Christy reverses Toni into a head scissors. Both women quickly get back to their feet and Toni slaps Christy. Christy grabs her face and complains to the referee as Pete gets up on the ring apron. Toni turns her attention toward Pete and Christy charges. Toni sees her coming and takes her over with a hip toss. Christy gets up and sees Toni ready for her and then backs into the corner for a breather. Christy leans through the ropes and Pete says something in her ear before Christy goes back to the center of the ring. Christy goes to lock up with Toni but instead rakes Toni's eyes.
David Wright: A cheap shot gives Christy the advantage
Reggie Stallworth: She has learned from the best in Pete Ebdon. You do what it takes to win.
Toni swings wildly as she tries to clear her eyes. Christy gets a running start and takes Toni over with headscissors Takedown. Both women get back up but Christy nails Toni with a kick to the midsection and then an arm breaker DDT. Toni rolls around holding her arm in pain and Christy begins stomping away on her arm. Christy pulls Toni up and locks in a hammerlock before driving Toni shoulder first into the corner turnbuckle. Toni drops to the mat again holding her arm in pain and Christy goes for a quick pin
...1
Toni kicks out but Christy goes right back to work stomping away at Toni's arm.
David Wright: Christy wrestling smart match here. She's picked a body part and staying on it.
Reggie Stallworth: Well we knew Toni was going to be tested here but it is much to early to count her out.
David Wright: Indeed we have a long way to go.
Christy pulls Toni up, runs to the ropes and leaps over yanking Toni's arm across the top rope. Toni falls back into the ring holding her arm as Christy slides back into the ring and again pulls Toni to her feet. Toni fires back with a kick to the midsection and then grabs Christy, dragging her face across the top rope. Christy falls to the mat and rolls around holding her face as Toni drops back into the corner. Christy stumbles to her feet and Toni charges taking her down with a Lou Thez Press. She begins nailing Christy with punches before getting up. Toni picks Christy up and goes to whip her into the ropes Christy reverses it sending Toni into the ropes. Toni holds on avoiding coming off the ropes and then rolls Christy over with a small package
...1
...2
Christy manages to kick out
David Wright: And just like that, Terror has a bit of control of the match
Reggie Stallworth: But her arm still has to be hurting a lot. I'm sure Christy will not forget that
Toni pulls Christy up and rakes her head across the top rope again. Christy yells out in pain and drops to her knees. Toni grabs Christy by the head and slams her face first into the mat and Christy yells out in pain once more. She grabs Christy and goes to lock in the camel clutch but Christy grabs the ropes preventing the hold. Toni grabs her pulling her to her feet. Christy knocks Toni's hands away and nails her with a backhand chop across the chest that drops Toni to a knee. Christy pulls Toni up and nails her with another backhand chop that sends her to the mat. Toni gets right back up and charges at Christy. Christy launches Toni in the air and drops her throat first across the top rope. Toni stumbles around holding her that an gets nailed with a springboard dropkick by Christy. Christy goes for a quick pin.
...1
...2
Toni get s a shoulder of the mat and Christy grabs both of Toni's legs and tries again
...1
...2
Toni kicks out again
David Wright: Christy Matthews trying to get this over with I think she senses something about Toni Terror.
Reggie Stallworth: The longer the match goes. The stronger Terror seems to get. It's always been her M.O. and in my opinion, Christy needs to keep at it and put her away fast as she can
David Wright: I think she heard you.
Christy gets up and waits on Toni. Toni gets up and Christy goes for Rated X. Toni ducks under it, goes behind Christy and locks in a sleeper hold. Christy quickly backs Toni into the corner then stumbles to the center of the ring. Christy turns and charges at Toni but Toni launches Christy in the air. Christy's head bounces off the ring post and she falls over the top rope to the arena floor. As Toni drops to her knees. Pete rushes to Christy and tries to coach her back up as we see blood pouring from Christy's forehead as the referee begins to count
...1
...2
...3
...4
Toni quickly goes to the top ropes Christy starts to get up. She leaps off nailing Christy in the back and sends her into the guardrail
David Wright: Christy Matthews has been busted open
Reggie Stallworth: We knew with Toni Terror involved this one was going to get brutal.
Toni rolls Christy back in the ring and then goes to the top rope again. Christy struggles trying to get up but Toni leaps off coming down hard across her back. Toni begins nailing Christy with forearm shots before standing over Christy who looks to be out of it. Toni charges the ropes and leaps off going for a lionsault but Christy manages to get her knees up. Toni lands hard and then stumbles around the ring holding her midsection as Christy struggles to get to her hands and knees. Toni is back to hr feet first and kicks Christy in the head. She pulls Christy up but Christy knocks Toni's hands away, kicks Toni in the midsection and nails her with a gamengiri. Both wrestlers go down
David Wright: Christy gives herself a breather with that one but can she fire back
Reggie Stallworth: She has lost a lot of blood. How much can she have left. Even Pete looks a bit worried
David Wright: With good reason. We could be seeing the title slip away Christy's first defense
Both wrestlers start to get up. Suddenly Christy explodes with a running Lariat taking Toni down. Toni gets back up and gets nailed with a springboard dropkick by Christy. Christy quickly pulls Toni back to her feet and backs her into the corer. She nails her with a series of forearm shots and then goes to whip her across the ring. Toni reverses it and sends Christy hard into the corner. She charges in after her but Christy drops out of the way and takes Toni down with a drop toe hold sending Toni shoulder first into the corner. Toni stumbles around holding her shoulder and gets a knee to the back from Christy sending her through the ropes to the outside of the ring. Toni lands right by Pete and the referee quickly gets in front of Pete telling him to back away. Christy takes advantage and as Toni gets up she nails her right in the head with a chair before rolling her back in the ring
David Wright: Cheap shot by Christy gives her the advantage thank to Pete Ebdon
Reggie Stallworth: You mean thanks to the referee. Pete was just standing there. He wouldn't have laid a hand on Toni
David Wright: Since when? We both know he would have taken her out if given the chance
Christy goes to the top rope and looks down at a now bloody Toni. She leaps off going for Fallen From Grace but at the last second Toni moves and Christy crashes hard into the mat. Christ gets up holding her leg but falls right back to the mat in pain and the referee begins to count
...1
...2
...3
...4
...5
Christy still manages to get to her feet first. She grabs Toni by the hair and pulls her to her feet. Toni stumble around barely able to stand and Christy bounces off the ropes looking for a lariat. Toni catches Christy and nails a Samoan drop and just drapes an arm across her.
...1
...2
No Christy gets a shoulder off the mat.
David Wright: Look at Pete Ebdon sighing in relief. Even he wondered if it was over but no Christy isn't done yet
Reggie Stallworth: But with the loss of blood an these two women even keep going and remember Christy may not be fully recovered from Speak No Evil.
Toni pulls Christy to her feet and looks to be going for a chokeslam. Christy fights out of it with elbows to the jaw of Toni but Toni fights right back with a facebuster to her knee. Christy stumbles around holding her head but sees Toni charging. She ducks a clothesline from Toni and nails her with the backcracker. Both women once again go down but Christy sits up. Christy tries to go for a pin but Toni rolls out of the ring. Toni comes face to face with Pete and is grabs by Christy and pulled back on to the ring apron. Toni grabs Christy by the head and tries to snap her neck off the top rope but Christy blocks it and rolls out of the ring after Toni
David Wright: What a match we have here. These women are tearing each other apart
Reggie Stallworth: And the referee isn't even bothering to count now. She's letting this one go
The referee gets out of the ring and tells both Christy and Toni to get out of the way. Christy ignores the referee and slams Toni against the guard rail. Toni fires back with a kick to the midsection of Christy and then a chop across the chest. Christy fires back with a chop of of her own. She goes to whip Toni into the ring steps but Toni reverses it and sends Christy crashing into the ring steps. Toni stumbles around a bit and then comes face to face with Pete Ebdon. He backs up and Toni turns and charges at Christy only to have Christy back body drop her onto the ring steps. Before collapsing to the floor.
David Wright: This one has gotten out of hand. The referee needs to step in and get the women back in the ring
Reggie Stallworth: Are you kidding me. This is great. Let them kill each other
David Wright: You would say that. At least the referee is back in the ring now and preparing to count
...1
...2
...3
...4
Both women start to stir and get back into the ring. Christy gets to her feet and nails Rated X out of no where on Toni as she gets up. Toni goes down but so does Christy. Christy begins crawling toward the corner and struggle to pull herself up. She looks to be barely able to stand and she walks over toward Toni and falls draping an arm across Toni.
...1
...2
...3
No Toni manages to get a shoulder off the mat and Christy looks up at the referee with a look of shock on her face
David Wright: How did Terror kick out of that?
Reggie Stallworth: You got to think. If Christy had been able to cover her immediately this one would be over
Christy gets up and pull s Toni to her feet. She sets for sealed with a kiss but Toni gets out of it and shoves Christy back into the ropes. Toni kicks Christy in the midsection and nails a DDT. Christy looks to be out of it as Toni struggles pulling herself up by the ropes. She quickly charges to the ropes and leaps off nailing Christy across the back with a lionsault. Toni gets up holding her ribs as Pete gets on the ring apron. Toni slaps Pete across the face, knocking him down and waits for Christy to start to get up. The fans are loving every second of the action as Christy struggles to her feet. Toni waits patiently for her opponent to recover before spearing her viciously into the mat!
David Wright: And Toni pummels the cyber champion with closed fist after fist!
Reggie Stallworth: Wait, what the hell is going on over there? Is that…
David Wright: Shara! It’s SHARA!!!
The camera cuts to Shara Baptiste hopping over the barricade with something closed in her right fist. She suddenly runs up behind Pete Ebdon and spins him around, spraying him in the face with something!
David Wright: OH MY GOD! SHARA JUST MACED PETE EBDON!
Reggie Stallworth: And she just got Carrie Starr too!
Shara grabs the head of Pete Ebdon and smacks his face off the barricade before darting to the ring. She grabs an unsuspecting Toni Terror by the hair and drags her off Christy’s body before spraying her with the mace as well. As Christy Matthews sits up Shara suddenly superkicks her in the face!
Reggie Stallworth: The fuck’s going on in here?!
David Wright: Shara is tearing into both Toni AND Christy!
Reggie Stallworth: You think? She just kicked Christy's teeth down her throat... where is she going!?
Shara leaves the ring, running her mouth with words not being picked up without a mic. Reaching under the ring, easy access, Shara pulls out a baseball bat! Sliding back into the ring, Shara waits for Toni Terror's attention, Toni's grabbing around, trying to wipe the mace from her eyes. Turning, unaware of the bat, Shara takes the end of it, ramming it hard into Toni's skull!
David Wright: What's uncalled for!
Reggie Stallworth: I think Toni's bleeding from that! What the fuck is Shara doing!?
Sure enough, the hit from the bat busts Toni open, blood trickling down her temple as she lays incoherent, barely conscious on the mat. Christy Matthews, trying to regain her barrings doesn't notice Shara until its too late, a quick swing of the bat catching Christy in the ribs. In an incredible amount of pain, Christy Matthews falls to a knee, letting Shara size her up perfectly for a shot!
David Wright: Stop this! This was a perfectly good match before all of this! Stop this!
Reggie Stallworth: She's going for a home run!
Shara swings, both hands on the bat though, clotheslining Christy right across the throat with the bat! Christy goes down instantly, her face showing pain like no other, hands holding her throat as she tries to cough! Squirming around, Christy rolls away from Shara, who stands tall, looking at the two quickly disposed of women.
David Wright: Is this some kind of message trying to be delivered!?
Reggie Stallworth: Yeah... don't fuck with someone that has a bat!
Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has ended in a double disqualification.
Reggie Stallworth: What the fuck?! Man, I feel cheated!
Backstage, the cameras find the lovely Dayshia Raye standing along side a large cardboard cut outs of herself and Aurora Snow advertising the Naked Truth. She seems somewhat surprised at the sight of them but pleased none the less. For a moment, Dayshia just stares at them. She then takes a quick glance around the hall before picking them both of, one tucked under each arm, and hiking her tall frame down the hall.
Aurora is walking down the corridor that connects with the hallway Dayshia is walking along, she connects to the hallway behind her, seeing Dayshia walking away with two large cardboard cutouts. She raises a brow and wonders what the hell Dayshia is doing. She quietly follows her down the hallway, making sure Dayshia doesn't hear her, figuring out what she is up to.
Dayshia: This is awesome. I knew everyone loved me but damn!
Dayshia continues down the hallway, approaching the entrance of the arena. She suddenly stops and places the cutouts just by the door so that they are the first things seen when someone walks in. Aurora her eyebrow still raised stops right behind Dayshia and whispers in her ear
Aurora: What are you doing?
Dayshia nearly jumps right out of her pumps.
Dayshia: Oh my God! What the hell?! Don't do that!
Aurora laughs, and shakes her head.
Aurora: I’m sorry i couldn't resist, you just looked so vulnerable....so really what are you doing. Wait a minute is that us?
Dayshia gets a big goofy grin on her face as she nods.
Dayshia: Yeah! Uh huh! See...that's me...and this one over here is you! Go us!
Aurora can't help but laugh, Dayshia was way too excited about this, but it was rather cool.
Aurora: Their kind of freaky don't you think, I mean their life sized cut outs of us?
Dayshia: Freaky? You mean FABULOUS! They almost look as good as us in person. Almost. Anyway, I was just about to come find you before I was distracted by all of this beautifulness. I needed to show you something.
Aurora: Oh? What might this be?
Aurora was actually interested here, it could only be something good if Dayshia was excited about it.
Dayshia reaches behind her into the pocket of her denim mini skirt and pulls out a folded piece of paper. She straightens it out and then hands it to Aurora.
Dayshia: Take a look for yourself.
Aurora takes the paper and begins to read, her eyes widening as she read, looking back up at Dayshia over the letter she raises a brow.
Aurora: This for both of us?
Dayshia nods.
Dayshia: It sure is.
Aurora finds the nearest seat down and sits down, she was actually considering this.
Aurora: What do you think about the whole thing?
Dayshia: Oh, you don't even have to ask me. You should already know what I think. I believe that it is my duty as Dayshia Raye to share all of this...
She gives a slight little twirl.
Dayshia: ...with the world.
Aurora: Of course you do.....guess i should be asking, should I?
She wanted Dayshia honest opinion here. Dayshia smiles, winking at Aurora.
Dayshia: You already know what I think about that too. And if you say no...I'll be heartbroken.
Aurora: Well then...I can't break your heart now can I? I guess I am doing this then, people get to gawk at the two most gorgeous things to step inside the wrestling world today.
Dayshia: Yay!
Dayshia quickly throws her arms around Aurora in an excited hug. The camera then closes in on the paper in Aurora's hand, fading out on the Playboy logo in the corner.
Backstage, the cameras catch up with Shara Baptiste, strolling alone with the now infamous bat in her hand. The smirk that she wears on her face suddenly broadens as her stroll slows down before coming to a complete stop. The camera pans around to the face of Star Deveraux...and her displeasure couldn’t be more obvious.
Star: Are you fucking insane?! Do you realize you just destroyed a quality match?!
Shara rolls her eyes at her younger cousin.
Shara: Relax. If anything I made it more entertaining. That match was boring as hell and both of those bitches had it coming to them. Christy wants war? Well, I’m gonna give it to her. And I’m kinda tired of seeing Toni mess with you week in and week out!
Star: Oh, who cares about that! That was a good match! And I don’t give a damn about Toni and her “taunting”. We all know the girl is crazy. Besides that she’s harmless.
Shara: Oh, she’s harmless? Did you know she’s been walking around backstage with Joshua Payne…tonight?!
Star falls silent for a moment, staring at her cousin in disbelief.
Shara: Yeah, I bet you didn’t know THAT!
Star: Just please…get in the office.
Star points into her office as Shara just stands and stares, shaking her head with a smile before she begins a slow stroll into the office as the scene fades to commercial.
Special Guest Referee: Seve Jason
John Raide vs Pete Ebdon
David Wright: What a main event we have here tonight folks as the Prodigy Champion takes on former Platinum Champion John Raide with Steve Jason as the special guest referee.
Reggie Stallworth: Yeah a totally unfair match for Pete. The odds are stacked against him with Steve Jason as the special guest ref.
David Wright: I think Steve Jason has more morals than say some people in the Pantheon.
Reggie Stallworth: You call it morals; I call it stupid not to take advantage of the situation.
David Wright: I can’t ever win with you. Anyway let’s go to the ring for our main event.
Sammantha Jinx: First introducing Sunset Coast, Australia weighing in at 240lbs….he is the special guest referee for this matchup…………….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 referee’s shirt with a hood attached to it, 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. Just then Abigail Young runs down the ramp and slides into the ring as she takes the mic from Sammantha Jinx.
Abigail Young: Introducing, originally from London, England but now hailing from THE CITY OF ANGELS, weighing in at 219 pounds he is the PDW Prodigy Champion and your NEXT PDW PLATINUM CHAMPION, he is The Anointed One: The Messiah of Professional Wrestling and Lord of the Ring, this is 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. Abigail Young gives the microphone back to Sammantha Jinx.
Sammantha Jinx: And his opponent hailing from Portland, Maine weighing in at 223 pounds………….. 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: Both men are now in the ring as Steve Jason calls for the bell.
Both men circle each other as they lock up as Pete Ebdon takes advantage with a knee to the stomach of Raide. Pete Ebdon follows up with a double axe handle to the center of Raide’s back. Ebdon now follows up with a double arm suplex. Ebdon now gets up as he picks ups Raide and whips him into the ropes. Raide bounces off the ropes as he ducks and clothesline attempt from Ebdon as Raide comes back and connects with a flying forearm to the head of Ebdon. The Prodigy Champion struggles back up to his feet but is quickly levelled with a clothesline by Raide who starts to build a little momentum, running the ropes and leaping up as Ebdon struggles up a second time and taking him down again with a massive bulldog. The fans pop for Raide as he gets up again and plays to them a little, charging at Ebdon once again and dropping him with a running knee lift. Ebdon rolls from the ring to the outside to catch his breath, staggering around the ringside area as Jason begins to yell at him to return to the ring.
David Wright: The Prodigy Champ might want to obey the instructions of the referee.
Reggie Stallworth: I still don’t believe Steve Jason appointed HIMSELF the referee for this match, how much of a joke is that? Abuse of power!
David Wright: He won the right to book the show however he wanted at Speak No Evil, this is the way he wanted it.
Reggie Stallworth: Of course it is but do you remember what happened the last time we had a guest referee in a main event on Disclosure? I’m telling you if Raide or Ebdon ends up fired from this company after tonight I’m going to start a campaign to get Steve Jason fired.
David Wright: Riiiiight... good luck with that.
Raide pushes past Jason and goes to the outside to grab Ebdon who just rolls back in to the ring when he sees Raide coming. Raide charges back in one side of the ring as Ebdon rolls straight back out the other and continues to stand on the outside catching his breath. Raide charges across the ring and slides out under the ropes, catching Ebdon from behind with a forearm smash to the back that drops the Prodigy Champion to one knee before he grabs Ebdon by the hair and throws him back in to the ring again, following him inside and in to the far corner before turning him around and delivering a vicious chop across the chest that echoes around the arena. The fans go wild for it as Ebdon staggers across the ring to the next corner and Raide chases him down once again, chopping him hard across the chest much to the delight of the fans in that corner of the arena as well. Again Ebdon begins walking to the next corner and again Raide follows, delivering a third massive chop to the chest to still more pops from the fans. Raide follows Ebdon in to the fourth corner but this time when Raide goes for the chop Ebdon grabs him and throws him back in to the corner instead, unleashing several forearm smashes to the face before delivering a chop of his own and mocking the way the fans were cheering Raide.
Reggie Stallworth: That’s right champ, you tell ‘em how it is!
David Wright: And how is it exactly?
Reggie Stallworth: These fans are cheering Raide this week and they’ll be booing him again next week, these people don’t care about John Raide. They should care about Pete Ebdon though.
David Wright: You mean just like you care about him?
Reggie Stallworth: I’ve always been a very good judge of talent DW, I’ve known for years that you don’t have any, for example.
Ebdon grabs Raide by the arm and whips him hard across the ring in to the turnbuckle where Raide smashes in chest first, staggering back out of the corner as Ebdon flies in after him with both knees to the back, driving Raide’s chest back in to the turnbuckles again and flattening him up against the turnbuckles. Ebdon leaps up, quickly grabbing Raide around the neck and dropping backwards with both knees up, driving both knees in to Raide’s back again in a Lung Blower variation before grabbing hold of the top rope for support and delivering boot after boot to the chest of Raide as he lies prone on the mat. Jason steps in with the count, stopping at three and forcing Ebdon off the ropes instead. The two men come face to face for a moment staring one another down before Ebdon pushes Jason aside and hammers Raide again as he struggles back up. Ebdon latches on with a front facelock to Raide, pulling him to the middle of the ring and attempting to lift up the slightly smaller man in to a vertical position, holding him there for a moment before dropping him down hard on the mat. Ebdon immediately rolls to his feet, running the ropes and dropping a leg across the neck of Raide before getting up and playing to the fans once again.
David Wright: Ebdon should stop caring about angering the fans and care more about putting John Raide away.
Reggie Stallworth: Why can’t he concern himself with both? The guy can multi-task DW, don’t worry about it.
David Wright: Every second he wastes on the fans however is another second that the former Platinum Champion has to get back in to the match.
Reggie Stallworth: Or maybe that’s exactly what Ebdon wants Raide to think.
Raide’s already back up to one knee as Ebdon turns his attention back to him again, locking on the front facelock again but Raide begins to hammer back with right hands to the gut causing some separation between the two of them before charging at Ebdon who just counters with a knee to the gut that levels Raide again. Ebdon quickly grabs him, lifting him slightly off the ground before bringing both his knees up and driving Raide gut first down across both of his knees. Ebdon rolls back to his feet again and kicks Raide in the face before beginning to climb to the second rope, leaping off and planting an elbow across the chest. He gets back to his feet again and grabs the top rope, leaping up to the top turnbuckle with one bound and throwing himself off backwards in an attempt at a moonsault but this time Raide gets both his knees up and Ebdon crashes down on to the knees...
David Wright: Nobody can say I didn’t warn him...
Reggie Stallworth: Don’t worry; it’ll take more than that to down Ebdon.
David Wright: This isn’t just a rookie he’s dealing with here tonight and so far Ebdon’s shown no acknowledgement at all of the talent that he’s in the ring with, John Raide didn’t win the Platinum Championship on a handout.
Reggie Stallworth: Ebdon says he did.
David Wright: That just proves how my point about Ebdon overlooking Raide then, doesn’t it because believe me John Raide is here tonight to prove a point.
With Ebdon struggling to catch his breath on the mat Raide grabs Ebdon by the hair and pulls him back to his feet, slapping him around the face a few times before levelling him with one roundhouse back fist to the face. Ebdon goes down grabbing his head as Raide pulls the Prodigy Champion back to his feet and begins to talk a little trash before whipping him to the ropes and catching him as he rebounds, lifting him up on to his shoulders before falling backwards driving all his weight in to the chest of Ebdon in a Samoan Drop. Ebdon rolls around the ring again for a moment as Raide gets back to his feet and hits a basement dropkick to the face of Ebdon, quickly reaching down and hooking the far leg for the cover...
David Wright: Here we go, first cover of the match...
...ONE!!
......TWO!!
Reggie Stallworth: EBDON EASILY KICKS OUT!! I’m not impressed with the count though, did that seem slow to you?
David Wright: It definitely wasn’t a fast count, I’ll give Jason that much. Although all things considered Steve Jason doesn’t really like John Raide much more than he does Pete Ebdon, does he?
Reggie Stallworth: I definitely don’t recall seeing them hanging out in the back drinking beers...
Raide yells at Jason telling him to make the counter faster next time and Jason just holds up a rather suggestive two figures in Raide’s face to inform him that it was just a two count. Raide and Jason stare one another down now and Raide gets in to Jason’s face in a similar manner to Ebdon earlier, pushing him aside just as Ebdon did in order to kick the recovering Ebdon square in the forehead. Ebdon attempts to push Raide off as he struggles up to his knees but Raide sneaks up behind him and grabs him in a sleeper hold style submission manoeuvre but rather than drop further down Ebdon continues attempting to fight out of it, getting back to his feet to use his slight height advantage but Raide holds on stopping Ebdon from regaining his vertical base before turning the attempted submission hold in to an offensive manoeuvre instead as he lifts Ebdon up off the ground upside down and whips him over so that Ebdon lands face first on the mat in a reverse vertical suplex. Ebdon grabs at his chest and face as Raide attempts to go back for the submission hold again but Ebdon pushes him off in to the ropes, attempting to regain his footing but as Raide rebounds he comes back at Ebdon with a clothesline just as Ebdon has a similar idea and both guys crash in to one another simultaneously, knocking one another down.
David Wright: Both guys had the same idea at the same time! Whoever gets to their feet first will have a massive advantage in this match.
Reggie Stallworth: Why do you always say stuff like that?
David Wright: Stuff like that?
Reggie Stallworth: Like the most obvious statements imaginable. Why didn’t you just leave it at describing what happened, why did you HAVE to add another clichéd line in?
David Wright: I guess... because it’s my job?
Reggie Stallworth: There’s trained monkeys out there who can do it better than you can.
Jason checks on both men to make sure that they’re both actually capable of getting back up and goes to count them both down but changes his mind, just watching them both as they struggle back to up to their feet. Ebdon is up first just barely followed by Raide who pulls himself up on the opposite side of the ring. Ebdon charges across the ring at Raide who levels him with a clothesline, grabbing him as he gets back up again and attempting a suplex but Ebdon floats over and lands on his feet behind Raide, grabbing him in a waistlock and popping his hips all in one motion, throwing Raide overhead in a violent German Suplex that sees Raide landing hard on the back of his head. Ebdon holds on to the move, pulling Raide back to his feet again and popping his hips once again, once again violently throwing Raide on the back of his head in a German suplex. He pulls Raide up again; seemingly struggling more now as some of the fight has been knocked out of the former Platinum Champion, before swapping the hold to hook both the arms and throwing Raide backwards in a Tiger Suplex this time, arching his back for the pin...
David Wright: Pin attempt number two...
...ONE!!
......TWO!!
Reggie Stallworth: And kick out number two by Raide, but Ebdon’s still got the hold locked in...
Ebdon pulls Raide back up to his feet again and swaps back to the German Suplex, popping his hips and throwing him overhead again, once again driving him down hard on the back of his feet. Raide’s almost out on his feet as Ebdon pulls him up once again and swaps to the Tiger Suplex again, popping his hips for a fifth time and dropping Raide down hard on the back of his head for the fifth time in a row before pulling him back up yet again, struggling to get him back to a vertical position before swapping the move over and lifting Raide up, dropping him for a sixth successive time on the back of his head with a high-angle backdrop that sees Raide’s whole body just go limp as it hits the canvas. Ebdon gets back to his feet, the series of successive moves obviously having taken something out of him as well, and nods proudly as he begins to drag Raide’s body toward the turnbuckles. Ebdon grabs the top rope, leaping first to the middle rope and springboarding off to the top rope before throwing himself backwards after another springboard to gain additional height and crashing down on Raide’s upper back and head with a double-springboard moonsault. He rolls Raide over and hooks the leg looking angrily at Jason who takes his time getting in to position to count...
...ONE!!
......TWO!!
David Wright: KICK OUT BY RAIDE!!
Reggie Stallworth: That was a slow count!! That was a damn slow count and Steve Jason knows it!!
David Wright: In defence of Jason none of his counts have exactly been quick so far tonight; I think that one was pretty much in time with the others.
Ebdon gets up and gets in to the face of Jason, demanding that he count faster and Jason does the same thing to Ebdon that he did to Raide earlier and just holds up two fingers in Ebdon’s face and repeats the word “TWO”.
Reggie Stallworth: Why appoint yourself a referee if you can’t make a proper count? I knew this Steve Jason was no good, a hero to PDW my ass! The powers totally gone to his head, if he could he’d referee every one of Ebdon’s matches!
David Wright: Well Ebdon has made Jason’s life pretty miserable recently; can you really blame him for wanting a little payback?
Reggie Stallworth: So you admit he wants payback! I KNEW IT!
Ebdon loses his temper a little and pulls Raide back to his feet, attempting to whip him to the corner while paying attention to Jason instead and allowing Raide to capitalise and reverse the move, throwing Ebdon to the corner instead and charging in after him with a massive clothesline that flattens Ebdon against the turnbuckles. Raide drags Ebdon back out of the corner and lifts him up on his shoulders, dropping him face first on to the top turnbuckle before running the ropes and leaping up, planting a massive flying boot to the face of Ebdon that may loosen a few teeth as Ebdon goes crashing to the mat and falls to the outside of the ring. Raide immediately rolls to the outside, flipping Jason off as Jason tells him to stay in the ring, and grabs Ebdon by the hair pulling him back to his feet before driving him hard against the guard rail. He grabs Ebdon by the hair again and leads him toward the ring again, smashing his face on the apron before dragging him back toward the guard rail and smashing his face on the guard rail as well. Ebdon staggers backwards as Raide grabs him by the arm and whips him hard in to the ring steps that stay in place causing Ebdon to bounce off of them as he makes contact. Jason rolls from the ring and begins telling Raide to get Ebdon back in to the ring but Raide just pushes Jason on his ass.
David Wright: I’m not sure THAT’S such a smart idea...
Reggie Stallworth: Well somebody needs to teach Jason that he’s just a referee. He’s meant to count the pins and signal for submissions; I don’t see why he’s trying to get so involved in this match.
David Wright: What about disqualifications? Technically Jason could disqualify Raide right there if he was the terrible referee you think he is.
Reggie Stallworth: He probably has some dark and evil reason for not just disqualifying him!
Raide grabs Ebdon again and pulls him back up by his hair again, dragging him around the ringside area and whipping him hard in to the guard rail by the entrance ramp. Ebdon hits it and collapses again down by the side of the entrance ramp but Raide isn’t done yet, grabbing Ebdon and dragging him on to the concrete around the entrance area and applying the front facelock, telling the fans by the entrance ramp that this is going to finish Ebdon off before picking him up in a vertical position and dropping him down hard on his head with a Brainbuster DDT! Ebdon’s body goes limp as Raide sits up and notices that Jason has begun the count...
...One...
...Two...
Raide begins to drag Ebdon’s body back toward the ring but he’s not making much progress compared to how fast Jason is counting...
...Three...
...Four...
He finally pulls Ebdon passed the entrance ramp and turns to Jason to tell him to stop counting but Jason ignores him.
...Five...
...Six...
Raide finally gives up on dragging Ebdon’s dead weight back toward the ring and rolls back in under the bottom rope and orders Jason to just finish the count out...
...Seven...
...Eight...
Christy Matthews comes running down the entrance ramp and climbs up on the apron right in front of Jason to distract him and begins arguing with him over the speed of the count out but Jason just orders her back down again. She refuses to leave the apron however, continuing the argument and trying to get in to the ring to fight Raide herself. Jason actually has a considerable problem stopping her from getting in to the ring as Raide starts taunting her and telling Jason to just let her in. Meanwhile Christopher Richter, Ebdon’s enforcer, is helping Ebdon back to his feet on the outside and helping him around the ring. Raide sees this and rolls out of the ring, levelling the big two hundred and seventy pound beast with a massive kick to the side of the head as he’s bent over trying to help Ebdon up but Ebdon suddenly leaps back to his feet and catches Raide by surprise, grabbing him by the hair and slamming him face first in to the guard rail instead now. Christy is still arguing with Jason as Ebdon goes looking under the ring for a steel chair, setting it up at the ringside area before taunting Raide to come and get him. Raide comes charging at him and Ebdon catches him with the drop toehold sending him face first in to the chair, which Ebdon quickly kicks under the ring as Jason finally manages to get Christy Matthews off the apron. Ebdon grabs Raide by the hair and rolls him back in to the ring as Jason looks to where Ebdon was originally and then turns to see him back in control of the match, getting in his face about the outside interference and threatening to throw both his enforcer and girlfriend from ringside.
David Wright: So how are you going to brush that one under the rug then oh Pantheon-supporting-one?
Reggie Stallworth: Brush what under where? Nothing illegal happened, if anything Raide should be charged with assault for kicking Ebdon’s muscle-guy in the head.
David Wright: What about the fact that this match would be over by now if not for Christy Matthews distracting Steve Jason?
Reggie Stallworth: Further proof that Jason shouldn’t be the referee, any normal referee wouldn’t have let their feelings for the girl get in the way.
David Wright: Their feelings for... are you even on the same PLANET as the rest of us?!
Ebdon delivers a few harsh forearm shots to the face of Raide before pulling him back to his feet and whipping him across the ring, following him in to the corner with a massive clothesline. Raide staggers out and Ebdon whips him across the ring to the far corner again, charging after him once again and leaping up, driving a knee to the jaw of Raide and landing on the middle rope in a crouched position. He grabs Raide’s head and pushes off the ropes, landing a bulldog to the middle of the ring before rolling through and running the ropes, coming back and landing a flipping senton splash on the former Platinum Champion before hooking both the legs...
...ONE!!
......TWO!!
David Wright: YET ANOTHER KICK OUT BY RAIDE!! John Raide just won’t give up!
Reggie Stallworth: I don’t see why not, what is he even fighting for anyway?
David Wright: He’s fighting to prove himself to the company, he’s fighting to prove he belongs here... and he’s fighting because like everybody else he just doesn’t like Pete Ebdon!
Ebdon slams his hands down angrily on the mat before grabbing Raide by the hair and attempting to pull him up but Raide delivers a shot to the midsection that catches Ebdon by surprise and doubles him over. Raide begins to pull himself up, nailing Ebdon again in the midsection before climbing back to his feet and kicking Ebdon a few times, grabbing him in a front facelock and looking for the vertical lift again but he can’t get Ebdon off the ground this time so he changes his mind, swinging Ebdon around instead and snapping him to the mat with a vicious neckbreaker. Raide gets back up and begins to get fired up now as the fans cheer wildly for him. He stalks Ebdon, nailing a running knee lift on the Prodigy Champion as he struggles up before stalking him again. The moment that Ebdon gets back to his feet Raide grabs him and attempts to drop him to the mat with a modified Diamond Cutter, that he calls the Fade To Black ’04, but considering his knowledge of the move Ebdon pushes him off in to the ropes and Raide rebounds, nailing Ebdon instead with a massive shining wizard that nearly decapitates him.
David Wright: GOOD GOD WHAT A SHOT!!! Ebdon hits the mat hard and he might not be getting up from that one...
Reggie Stallworth: I don’t think Raide’s done yet though, what the hell is he planning now?!
Raide grabs Ebdon by the wrist and pulls him back up to his knees, lifting him from there up on to his shoulders as the fans pop wildly for the strength shown by Raide. The former Platinum Champion paces around the ring for a moment proudly displaying Ebdon to the crowd before nailing him with a Death Valley Driver that spikes him directly on the top of his head. Ebdon’s whole body goes limp as he hits the mat and Raide hooks both the legs as Jason drops to make the count...
David Wright: FADE TO BLACK ’06!! IT IS DONE!!
...ONE!!
......TWO!!
.........THR—
Reggie Stallworth: NO!!!! EBDON KICKED OUT!!!
David Wright: GOOD GOD HOW THE HELL DID HE DO THAT?! I THOUGHT RAIDE HAD IT!!
Reggie Stallworth: The heart of a CHAMPION DW, that’s how he did it.
Raide looks in complete disbelief at Jason, getting right in Jason’s face and screaming at him to make the count faster. He shoves Jason down again and as Jason’s struggling back to his feet Ebdon hits a low blow out of desperation on Raide before collapsing back down to the mat holding his head in agony as Raide drops to his knees in pain. Jason gets back up to confront Raide only to find both men lying down on the mat and begins accusing Christy Matthews and Christopher Richter at ringside of getting involved but both legitimately protest their innocence. Ebdon begins to struggle to his feet as Jason gets in to his face trying to find out what he did to get Raide down again so quickly but Ebdon just shoves him down now as well. Jason, finally sick of being pushed around, grabs Ebdon and spins him around and the crowd begin chanting for Jason to hit Ebdon. Just as Jason goes for the shot however Raide comes charging off the ropes with an attempted lariat and Ebdon sees it on the screens and quickly dodges leaving Jason to absorb the full impact of the lariat shot.
David Wright: WHOA!! Raide just KO’d Jason!!
Reggie Stallworth: That’ll teach him for getting involved where he has no business being involved, won’t it?
Raide looks down at what he did and turns around just as Ebdon grabs him and drops him face first to the mat with a Reverse STO, hooking the legs and screaming for another referee to come down...
Reggie Stallworth: SUPREMACY EFFECT ’03!!
David Wright: But there’s no referee!!
Reggie Stallworth: Ebdon just dropped Raide on his head AGAIN!! C’mon, somebody get out here and make a count, where’s Blake Selters when we need him? He’s always getting involved when he DON’T need him?
Finally sick of holding the cover Ebdon lets go of Raide’s legs and rolls to the side of the ring, barking orders out to Richter who looks under the ring for the chair that Ebdon used earlier and slides it back in again. Ebdon sets up the chair in the ring again and stalks Raide as he gets back to his feet; pushing him to the ropes and dropping him face first on to the chair for the second time with a drop toehold. The move busts Raide open as his head connects with the metal for the second time but Ebdon isn’t quite satisfied with that, grabbing Raide and lifting him up on to his shoulders and screaming out at the fans asking them what they think of their “pathetic saviour” before spinning him off his shoulders and landing a modified piledriver on to the steel chair.
David Wright: EGO DRIVER ON THE CHAIR!!! THE GODDAMN EGO DRIVER ON THE CHAIR!!! THAT’S IT, THIS ONE IS OVER!!
Reggie Stallworth: SOMEBODY GET A GODDAMN REFEREE OUT HERE!!
The wait seems to take forever as Ebdon lays there with both legs of Raide hooked until finally TC Payne comes charging down the ramp. She slides in to the ring and begins the count...
...ONE!!
......TWO!!
.........THR—
David Wright: RAIDE KICKED OUT!!!! JOHN RAIDE KICKED OUT AFTER THE EGO DRIVER ON THE CHAIR!!!
Reggie Stallworth: NO! FREAKING! WAY!
David Wright: Look at Ebdon; he’s going apeshit in the ring! HOW THE HELL DO YOU TOP THAT?!
Ebdon pushes TC Payne down furiously and grabs the steel chair again, looking to finish Raide off the moment that he sticks his head up. He goes to swing the chair but Jason grabs it from him and throws it out of the ring. Ebdon, getting even more annoyed now, grabs Jason by the shirt but Ebdon shoves him off toward the ropes where Raide comes from nowhere to spear him through the ropes. Both men land nastily on the outside as the fans go absolutely wild. Ebdon’s the first one to his feet however, followed by Raide, but Ebdon’s still furious at the kick out and slams Raide’s head in to the guard rail as hard as he can. The trail of blood from Raide’s head now leads from the ring and to the outside where some of it has collected in a puddle but Ebdon’s obviously not satisfied now, hurling Raide over the guard rail and following him to the crowd.
David Wright: The fight going out to the crowd! Where the hell are they going?!
Reggie Stallworth: I dread to think, Ebdon’s probably just looking for something to drop Raide off of that’ll actually keep him down!
The camera struggles to keep up with the two men but we see Raide isn’t taking it lying down and he begins to unleash right hands on Ebdon, hammering away at him and clotheslining him over one of the separators in the crowd and out in to the cheap seats. Ebdon struggles back to his feet as Raide comes at him with a double axe-handle smash to the back, continuing to hammer blows on Ebdon as the two men make their way through the crowd and out one of the doors that leads to the backstage area. The camera, along with Steve Jason and TC Payne, all struggle to follow the two men who’s match has just broken down in to a bitter brawl now with both man just unloading everything they have on the other one. Raide grabs Ebdon’s face and throws him in to one of the popcorn stands in the backstage area, trying to follow through but Ebdon crawls out from underneath the stand and begins staggering toward a crowd of people in the back, pushing his way through them and pulling open a door that’s marked “VIP ENTRANCE”.
David Wright: Where the hell are they going now?!
Reggie Stallworth: I think that’s the stairway that leads up to the balcony section for the invited guests of Star Deveraux. I mean obviously I’ve never been up there but I’m pretty sure it’s the area right above our heads.
David Wright: Wait, they’re going up to the balconies? I guess nowhere is safe seating when you’re at a PDW event, huh?
The camera struggles to keep track of the brawl between Ebdon and Raide but we rejoin the action as several of the VIP guests are trying to avoid getting blood on their expensive suites and just making for the exits to the balconies. The cameras in the arena begin to focus in on the brawl as well now as we see John Raide still unloading on Ebdon and Ebdon attempting to fight back, attempting a clothesline that Raide manages to turn in to a back body drop on the chairs. Ebdon’s back bows up as he screams out in pain and Raide continues to fight despite looking very uneasy on his feet. He grabs a few chairs, throwing them at Ebdon and narrowly missing Steve Jason with one, who’s now made his way up to the balcony area as well. He’s just standing back enjoying the show now and watching the two men beating the hell out of one another, even handing Raide an unopened bottle of beer to use as a weapon.
Reggie Stallworth: Oh that’s REALLY great refereeing there Jason! Just hand one of the competitors a weapon why don’t you? I knew he was biased!
David Wright: I don’t think Jason could stop this fight now even if he wanted to, hell I don’t think the whole locker room could stop it! Ebdon and Raide are just determined to beat on one another until one of them can’t get up!
Raide swings the bottle at Ebdon who ducks and knocks it from his hand, kicking him hard in the midsection and grabbing the chair that Jason offers to him as a weapon and smashing Raide in the back of the head with it. Raide drops to his knees but somehow manages to get up yet again and Ebdon struggles to believe it, grabbing the bottle and attempting to use that to finish him off but Raide reacts with a kick to the gut that sends the bottle flying from Ebdon’s hands and all the way down to the arena floor below where Christy Matthews, who’s still at ringside, has to dodge to avoid it hitting her. Raide unloads a few more right hands on Ebdon, hitting him so hard with one of them that he spins him completely around. He quickly grabs the waistlock on the Prodigy Champion, attempting to launch Ebdon back with the Back Drop Driver that he calls the Fade to Black IX but miraculously and to the disbelief of everybody watching, including Jason, Ebdon lands on his feet. Raide gets up only to receive a running kick to the side of the head that almost definitely dislodged some teeth.
David Wright: GOOD GOD!! Ebdon may have just kicked Raide’s TEETH OUT with that shot! What the hell else can they do to each other?
Reggie Stallworth: You may not want to ask that question...
Ebdon grabs Raide from his knees and hits more forearms to the face of the former Platinum Champion, still irately lying in blow after blow. Any normal referee would probably stop the match at this point as Raide’s eyes are totally glazed over and he’s unable to stand but Jason just continues watching on letting the two men beat the hell out of each other. Raide somehow manages to get back to his feet as Ebdon watches on in amazement, driving Raide’s face in to his knee before grabbing him and nailing a Reverse STO on to the chairs.
David Wright: SUPREMACY EFFECT ’05 ON THE CHAIRS!! THAT HAS GOT TO BE IT!!
Reggie Stallworth: What’s Ebdon meant to do, pin him? This isn’t falls count anywhere and they’re a long way from the ring!
The fans begin chanting Raide’s name as Ebdon drops down beside him and begins telling him to just stay down but with the fans behind him Raide somehow begins pulling himself up yet again...
David Wright: I do not believe this. How the hell is he doing this!?
Reggie Stallworth: I can only think that Ebdon’s knocked ALL the common sense out of him by this point and that Raide just doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing!
Raide’s eyes are totally glazed over and there’s absolutely no doubt that he has no idea where he is but he manages to get back to a standing position anyway and Ebdon just stares in disbelief, grabbing him and dropping him to the floor again...
Reggie Stallworth: EGO CUTTER WITH AUTHORITY!!!
David Wright: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD RAIDE JUST STAY DOWN!!
Raide’s whole body looks limp and Ebdon raises his hands triumphantly, telling Jason to just count him down. Jason shrugs and begins making the count as the fans are all chanting for Raide in unison. Ebdon starts screaming at them that their hero is done and turns around to find Raide is actually beginning to get back up again. He gets as far as one knee before collapsing down again and Ebdon just lifts him up furiously on to his shoulders, standing there with Raide completely prone and Raide’s blood dripping down Ebdon’s arm before looking at the edge of the balcony with a smile.
David Wright: Oh no what the hell is he thinking?!
Reggie Stallworth: That balcony is RIGHT ABOVE US!!
David Wright: Um... time to go!!
Both David Wright and Reggie Stallworth get as far from the announce table as they can with their headset still on as Ebdon stands on the edge of the balcony with Raide on his shoulders like an animal brought home by a caveman as a dinner. He looks down at the announce table with a grin before spinning Raide off his shoulders and just letting him plummet from the balcony all of the thirty-five feet all the way to the ground, missing the announce table completely and just landing head first in a heap on the ground with a sickening crunch. Christy puts both hands to her mouth in shock as TC Payne reappears at the ringside area and rushes over to Raide to check on him, immediately calling for the bell and signalling for the EMT’s...
David Wright: Oh. My. God... I think he’s dead. I really think he’s dead Reggie.
Reggie Stallworth: I said it at Aversion Therapy after what Pete Ebdon did to Joseph St. John that meant St. John’s retirement, I’ll say it again here tonight folks: YOUR WINNER AS A RESULT OF MURDER – PETE EBDON!!
David Wright: You think this is funny?! John Raide is hurt and hurt BAD!! I don’t think I’ve even seen his eyes move since that fall. He could REALLY be dead!!
As the EMTs begin to swarm around the ringside area Abigail Young, the Pantheon’s ring announcer, gets on the microphone again.
Abigail Young: Ladies and gentlemen the winner of this match: PETE EBDON!!
“Halo” by Soil blasts across the PA system as Ebdon just continues to stand on the edge of the balcony watching the chaos unfold down below him as various EMT’s continue to attend to the broken body of John Raide. The first time Ebdon moves is to extend both his arms to his sides in a mock crucifix pose, turning to Jason with a smile and mouthing the words “that’s you at Parental Advisory”.
David Wright: Look at Ebdon’s face; he’s not even SLIGHTLY remorseful!
Reggie Stallworth: He KEPT telling Raide to stay down but he wouldn’t. He just wouldn’t stay down...
David Wright: Folks I don’t know what to say but... I genuinely believe that John Raide is dead, or if he’s not dead then he’s very, very badly hurt because he hasn’t moved an inch since he was thrown off that balcony. This is so not good...
David Wright removes his headset and walks over to where the EMTs are trying to help Raide to get a better look as the camera begins to pan out from the sight of Raide’s body and back up to Ebdon who’s still standing on the edge of the balcony with his arms outstretched...