The scene opens up in the back stage area of the Dynasty Spectrum as the camera catches up with twin interviewers Layla and Kayla Moore standing outside of the boss’ office.
Kayla Moore: Look, I understand what you mean, Layla. I really do. But I’m over it. I wasn’t hurt. Everything is alright so we can move on.
Layla shakes her head in protest, standing firmly on her position.
Layla Moore: Nah, forget that. I’m walking in there and telling that woman she’s gonna do something about this. Pretty soon everybody’s gonna think it’s cool to beat up on the interviewers and I’m not having that.
Kayla Moore: I wasn’t “beat up on”!
Layla Moore: I don’t give a damn. It was close enough.
And with that, Layla storms into Star’s office.
Layla Moore: Umm, excuse me Miss Star but we need to talk. Like…now.
Star looks up at Layla and the timid Kayla standing behind her.
Star Deveraux: A knock would be nice.
Layla Moore: Yeah, and so would be and my sister’s safety.
A semi-shocked and confused Star simply blinks at the irate interviewer.
Star Deveraux: Oh, okay, Yeah, we actually never did get the chance to talk about that. Like I told your sister, I take full responsibility for Jem’s actions against her. He’s been fined for it and—
Layla Moore: Fined? He’s been fined?! That’s it?! He obviously has some issues with anger and should be fired!
Star Deveraux: Look, I understand that you’re angry but I assure you nothing like this will ever happen again. Jem Williams was wrong to put his hands on Kayla the way he did and I let him know that.
Kayla Moore: She did, Lay. I was there when she—
Layla Moore: Shut up, Kayla! And Star, you’re right that nothing like this is ever gonna happen again. I’ll be making sure of it.
Star just stares in silence as Layla storms out of the office.
Hardcore Rules Match
Garbage vs. Christy Matthews
Sammantha Jinx: This match is a hardcore match. On her way to the ring, weighing in at 130 pounds, from Overland Park, Kansas, accompanied by Jessica Stone, CHRISTY MATTHEWS!!!
The lights dim in the arena as the screens all cut to black and the chorus of Rihanna’s “Good Girl Gone Bad” hits the PA system...
Easy for a good girl to go bad
And once we gone (gone)
Best believe we've gone forever
Don't be the reason
Don't be the reason
You better learn how to treat us right
'Cause once a good girl goes bad
We gone forever...
The song fades out again and for a few seconds and there’s nothing but the fans booing heard all around the arena. After a few moments the opening “Pride” by Soil, the Ebdon Entertainment Remix, hits the PA system as spotlights begin to flick on and off around the arena. The cameras pan the crowd as some are booing as loudly as they can while others stand on their feet cheering although those cheering appear few and far between. The camera pans to the cheap seats in the back of the arena where we see Christy Matthews standing on the guard rail with her arms outstretched in an eerily familiar mock-crucifix pose. Her fists and ankles are taped and she wears no boots but has both knee and elbow pads on and looks more than ready for the task ahead and she’s kitted out in a golden and white jacket with the word “UNTOUCHABLE” written on the back in large letters. 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 manager Sara Ebdon and her enforcer Christopher Richter, 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 as Sara Ebdon stands in her corner talking strategy with her and Richter climbs over the railing, pacing back and forth at ringside.
Reggie Stallworth: I tell you what, this girl may be whiny but she’s got some sexy sluttiness to her that just…mmm!
David Wright: Sexy sluttiness? Is that even a word?
Reggie Stallworth: It is now.
Sammantha Jinx: And her opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing 134 pounds, this is…GARBAGE!
The lights adjust suddenly and set the entire arena in an almost black and white color tone. From the stage ramp small geysers of smoke start to erupt as Nirvana's "Dumb" begins to play. Garbage comes out from behind the curtains, enthusiastic to see the crowd; she holds a huge garbage can over her head as she runs down the ramp, dumping its various contents of waste on the fans in the front row. The lights change back to normal as she slides underneath the ropes and awaits her opponent, placing the garbage can outside the ring.
David Wright: I have to wonder why this young woman chose a name like Garbage. It isn’t too appealing.
Reggie Stallworth: DW, seriously, look at that girl and then ask yourself that question again. I think it’s pretty damn obvious.
As soon as the bell rings, Christy Matthews superkicks Garbage nearly out of her wrestling boots. Christy then rolls onto Garbage, connecting with a knee straight across the throat, but it isn’t long before Garbage is up again. Garbage tries for a takeover suplex in vain as Christy holds onto the ropes and smashes Garbage in the face with her elbow, causing her to stumble back. But a resilient Garbage tries for a inverted power bomb but is not strong enough to lift Christy Matthews. In a last attempt, Garbage swings a shoe and hits Christy Matthews square in the jaw. Garbage bounces Christy Matthews off the ropes and attempts a clothesline that Christy is quick to duck. Christy Matthews legsweeps Garbage down to the mat, with Garbage flipping back to her feet a second later, only to be nail directly in the face with a cartwheel kick from Christy.
David Wright: Cartwheel kick!
Christy Matthews tries for hiptoss but narrowly Garbage avoids it. Rolling under the ropes, Garbage hits the floor outside and heads under the ring. As Christy approaches, Garbage throws a trash can at her, catching Christy off guard. However, a last minute shielding with her arms saves Christy much of the damage. Garbage gets up off the ground and climbs back into the ring, only to have Christy hit her with a flying dropkick. Christy Matthews gets back to her feet and smashes Garbage with a diving elbow smash. Christy Matthews gets back to her feet and executes a corkscrew legdrop on Garbage. She then yanks Garbage back to her feet by the hair and springboard DDT's Garbage’s head straight into the mat! The fans scream in unison for the athletic young woman as she continues her assault. She throws Garbage out of the ring, watching as she smacks against the floor hard. Christy then follows Garbage out of the ring and, once there, kicks her a few times in the midsection for good measure. She grabs Garbage by the hair and drags her towards the ramp as Jessica Stone watches on with a smile.
David Wright: Now what the hell is Christy Matthews doing all the way over there?
Reggie Stallworth: Who the hell knows but this is a hardcore match. Kill…kill…KILL!!!
David Wright: [Sighs] How the hell did you get this goddamn job? Who did you blow? Selters?
Reggie Stallworth: Shut it, bitch.
With the crowd in awe, Christy executes a swinging bulldog onto Garbage, driving her face into the steel. Satisfied with the results, Christy grabs hold of her opponent and heads back to the ring. She tosses Garbage casually inside before following in after her. A flying somersault drop kick by Christy Matthews keeps her in definite control of what has proven to be a one sided match. Christy Matthews then gets back to her feet, pulling Garbage up with her. She grabs Garbage by the arm and breaks it over her shoulder. Christy then jumps onto Garbage 's shoulders, twists, and DDT's her onto the mat as the fans surprisingly rally behind her, much to her manager’s delight. Standing to her feet, Christy stares out at the crowd with glee before dropping to her back and rolling out of the ring. She returns weapon in hand. Christy Matthews swings her kendo stick and hits Garbage across then back. She then cracks her over the back once again, breaking the stick in half. Christy tosses the destroyed weapon to the side and begins stomping away relentlessly at Garbage.
Reggie Stallworth: Damn, Christy seems to have some aggression that she desperately needs to get out!
David Wright: And it seems to be with good reason. No one really seems to know what’s been going on with Christy Matthews and John Raide lately, but it seems to be going heavily in his favor. Once again, Christy Matthews is the victim!
Reggie Stallworth: I never knew she was in the first place. Like I said…the girl is a goddamn whiner.
Christy Matthews sends Garbage hard into the corner, smacking her back against it which jolts her forward and straight into the mat, allowing Christy Matthews to hit Garbage with another elbowdrop. Christy gets back to her feet and stares down at the fallen, broken Garbage. With a smile, Christy hauls Garbage back to her feet and begins to ascend to the top turnbuckle, inciting more and more excitement in the fans with every step she takes. Signaling to the crowd, Christy leaps into the air and nails Garbage with a top rope double underhook facebuster!
David Wright: SUMMER SIESTA TO GARBAGE!!!
Christy goes for the pin!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
Sammantha Jinx: The winner of this match…CHRISTY MATTHEWS!!!
Reggie Stallworth: Well that was easy.
After seeing that intense match the sold out crowd yells in excitement awaiting the next part of the show.
Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and Gentlemen please give your attention to the PDW titantron!!
David Wright: What's this?
Reggie Stallworth: I have no idea, but we are about to find out.
The scene fades up to ringside, where there is no music, no announcement, just two people standing in the middle of the ring. The fans are silent, and we see John Raide holding a microphone in one hand, and a baseball bat in the other. By his side is Christy Matthews, her hands held at her stomach, her head down and her mascara streaming down her face. Raide doesn't look all that happy either.
John Raide: Tonight... is the night. Last week I sat backstage and told the world that I would tell this woman's dirty little secret. I told the world that nobody is perfect. That there are true scum walking amongst us, that this woman Christina Matthews... she is but one of a much larger cancer.
Raide looks at Christy now, and begins to slowly circle around her.
John Raide: This woman, this... thing that stands here before us... she is not a person, so don't feel bad for her. She's not a woman, so don't empathize. If anything, she is what we all hate, and what we all fear in and of ourselves. She stands here now, of her own free will. She stands here in hopes of... what, Christina? What do you hope for? Atonement? Forgiveness? What do you hope for when I finally tell Pete Ebdon what you've been hiding from him?
Christy looks up at Raide, her eyes blurry, the tears still falling. She says nothing.
John Raide: Yeah, that's what I thought.
Raide now looks to the audience. They are not cheering, they are not standing, they are showing none of the fanfare usually seen at the Dynasty Spectrum. They are seated with rapt attention, hanging on every word.
John Raide: Pete Ebdon, you're a man, right? You're the big man around here now. You're the top guy and because of that you're always, always on your guard. You're always looking to the next man, to the next challenge. You are content to leave business here in the Dynasty Spectrum when you walk out those doors to return to whatever palace you hail from. And this... heh... you see, you need to be better at watching your house, Ebdon. You can't let strangers in, because once you do... they ruin everything.
Raide looks at Christy.
John Raide: Isn't that right, sweet heart?
Raide smirks as she just slowly nods her head.
John Raide: So I want to take a moment here, Pete, for you to come down here and see just what's been going on with this stranger in your house.
There's no music, no grand introduction, there is only Pete Ebdon appearing from behind the curtain, a concerned look on his face—perhaps trepidation over a worsening situation—as he heads down to the ring. It only takes a moment before he enters and keeps a sturdy distance between Raide and Christy. Ebdon folds his arms across his chest.
John Raide: Pete... I'm not here as an enemy tonight, Pete. I'm here as a man. Just like you are. Now... you want to know why Christy's been disappearing in the middle of the night? Do you want to know what she's been doing in New York City? Do you want to know why Christy Matthews... your girlfriend... just... hasn't been herself lately?
After a moment's pause, Ebdon nods slowly.
John Raide: Well it's simple.
Raide opens his suit jacket and reveals a large manila folder. He then takes a few steps towards Ebdon, and holds it out for him to see. Ebdon takes the folder in his hands and looks at Raide, pausing before opening it. Ebdon looks at what's inside, his face growing from concerned to shock, to outright anger as he turns the pages.
John Raide: You see Pete, this little woman—this stranger—has been a very naughty little girl.
Pete Ebdon turns to the final “page” in the folder, and then raises his eyes to look at Christy, who averts his gaze. His shocked, wide eyes then turn from Christy to Raide, back to Christy, and finally settling on Raide. The camera sees him mouth “Is this true?” and Raide nods his head.
John Raide: You see, what you have there Pete is proof, documented PROOF that your woman, your stranger, this Christina Matthews is a whore, and has been sleeping with that man since July, and when you two got together? Well, she just continued on her path. She continued and she continued and you can see here--
Raide steps toward Ebdon, and begins pointing at something in the folder.
John Raide: Timestamps. Every Nikon Camera has one, and I think... hey, this is a good picture, isn't it? You get both of their faces.
Ebdon's hands begin to shake now.
John Raide: And here, don't believe your eyes? How about this—a receipt for a credit card paid by Christy Matthews, a receipt that puts her at a Motel 8 in Harlem on one of the nights she's disappeared on you. The “business” she had to take care of? Well... Pete... it was business, but it wasn't exactly professional business.
Raide gives Ebdon a sly wink, and then steps back from the bigger man, whose hands have begun to shake so bad he drops the folder, spilling pictures of Christy and her unnamed accomplice, as well as various documents assembled by Raide. Raide looks at Ebdon, looks at Christy, and then raises the mic to his lips. Ebdon palms his face as he leans into the ropes.
John Raide: And you wanna know something funny, Pete? You wanna know something abso-fucking-lutely hilarious?
Ebdon shakes his head, and Raide tilts his own.
John Raide: What's a matter? A little embarrassed? A little depressed? What's the matter Pete? Your woman is nothing but a whore and now you're a little upset?
Raide smiles, relishing this.
John Raide: The great thing here, Ebdon, the really really great thing... is that all this started—hey, you listening to me? LOOK AT ME!
Raide's eyes turn from delight to cold anger as he stares at Ebdon, who eventually lifts his own head high enough to see Raide. His own eyes now beginning to well up.
John Raide: All this fucking around started the night you threw my ass off a thirty-foot high balcony.
And there it was. The words hung in the air, Ebdon's realization seemed to hit everybody. Raide least of all, who just shrugs off Ebdon's look toward Christy. Ebdon's hurt and anger begin to reach a boiling point now.
John Raide: So here's what I did for you, Pete. Because I'm such a “great guy” I've decided to give you this whore on a platter. Go ahead, Pete. Strike her down! Show her that nobody fucks with Pete Ebdon! Show her like you showed everyone else how big of a self-centered, egotistical, megalomania-ridden prick you are! SHOW HER! SHOW ME! SHOW US THAT WHEN PETE GETS ANGRY, LIVES GET RUINED!
Raide nearly growls the last words spoken, and he takes a moment to calm down, closing his eyes, he opens them again and in a flash, the rage in Raide's eyes is gone. He now drops the microphone and extends the bat, holding it out handle first for Pete Ebdon. Ebdon is at first oblivious as his own anger and rage is focused intently on Christy Matthews. Ebdon finally notices Raide, who makes eye contact with Ebdon and doesn't blink. Raide continues to stand there, the bat out-stretched, and Ebdon takes it in his hands.
Christy drops to her knees, crying again and yelling at Pete not to do it. She tries to cover herself the best way she can as Ebdon steps towards her, the bat in hand, and the rage in his eyes burning brighter than the spotlights above. Ebdon takes the bat and raises it high above his head, he's giving this a lot of thought.
David Wright: FOR GOD'S SAKES MAN!
Reggie Stallworth: SSHH! We're not supposed to talk right now!
Raide falls into the background, leaning into the ropes and smiling to himself. He's waiting for the whole mess to unfold and wants to be there for every second of it. Ebdon looks like he's about to strike Christy, and then... stops. He looks at her, broken and hunkered down, expecting the blows from Ebdon... and perhaps that's what did it. Ebdon drops the bat to the canvas and turns around, his head lowered. He only looks at Raide for a moment, and then takes steps to exit the ring, and head up the ramp. Raide's face changes from laughing smile to outright rage in a heart beat. He looks at Christy, and the bat.
He picks the bat up off of the mat as Ebdon disappears behind the curtain.
Raide looks at Christy, a total mess, who doesn't even to realize he's there. In one quick, violent motion, Raide plunges the bat into the side of Christy's head, which illicits a huge reaction from the crowd, booing him and throwing shit at him. Christy's head tilts to one side and wobbles to the other, making her look somewhat like a fleshy bobble head as she just falls to the mat motionless. Raide doesn't even turn to the address the crowd, he just stares at Christy Matthews as we fade to black.
Non-Title Match
Inferno vs. Gabe Reno
Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is scheduled for one fall and is a non-title match.
'Unstoppable' by E.S. Posthumus begins to play. After the first break the lights dim and power down like there is a power outage. Once the intro is over a light shines up from the stage. A column of vapor begins to rise up. Inferno rises from the stage. His eyes remain closed as a pillar of vapor rises up around his body. After several moments pass he opens his eyes and walks down the ramp. He ignores the fan's reaction to him whether good or bad and slides into the ring.
Sammantha Jinx: Introducing first, from New York City and weighing in this morning at two hundred and twenty five pounds, he is the PDW Next Big Thing Champion, this is INFERNO!
Gold pyro's explode forming an 'R' above the ramp, and Reno runs out in a boxing robe. The video screen runs reels of 'The Radical' flying off of cages and bloodied in previous bouts... meanwhile he points to signs in the audience back and forth before taking off his hood and double thumb pointing at himself as gold pyro's go off across the stage and back again.
Sammantha Jinx: And his opponent, from San Diego, California, weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, this is “THE RADICAL” GABE RENO!
He runs to the ring and slides into a sitting crouch before raising his arms and enjoying the moment. He gets up and runs from corner to corner smirking at the crowd, not caring about the mixed reactions, but only focusing on his own self indulgence. He takes the robe off and stands in his corner bouncing up and down. The two men close in on one another as TC Payne explains the rules to them both and Sammantha Jinx ducks under the ropes and takes her place at ringside. Reno begins to talk trash to Inferno as he hands the Next Big Thing Championship to the referee. Reno continues talking trash, getting right in Inferno’s face and pointing at the championship belt at ringside. Inferno smiles for a moment and Reno seems annoyed, talking even more trash before Inferno slaps him so hard across the face that Reno staggers backward a few steps trying to figure out what just happened.
David Wright: Good god, Inferno may have just knocked Reno’s fillings out!
Reggie Stallworth: Ha, this kid needed somebody to slap some sense in to him. He has potential but he manages to blow just about every opportunity that’s given to him.
David Wright: We’ll see how he fares tonight against Inferno.
Reno gets back in to Inferno’s face again, adjusting his jaw with one hand while still talking trash. Inferno slaps him again and it sets Reno off who goes nuts, hammering away at Inferno with several right hands and drive Inferno back toward the ropes. Reno grabs Inferno by the arm, whipping him across the ring and leaping up, dropping Inferno with a clothesline. He begins to get fired up as Inferno quickly gets back to his feet and Reno runs the ropes, leaving his feet again and put all his weight behind a second clothesline that knocks Inferno down again. As Inferno gets up a third time Reno grabs him by the arm and whips him to the ropes, leaping up and nailing a massive but picture perfect dropkick to the jaw, dropping Inferno down to the mat in obvious pain. Reno begins to soak up the boos from the crowd, holding his hand to his ear to encourage them to boo him even more. He begins showing off to the crowd in every way that he can, getting them fired up against him as he pulls Inferno up and drops him with a neckbreaker, quickly hooking the leg for the pin.
David Wright: Reno going for the pin early...
...ONE!
...T—
Reggie Stallworth: Inferno kicking out before TC Payne can even count to two. “The Radical” is going for the pin way too early here; Inferno is the Next Big Thing Champion. This rookie needs to stop underestimating him.
David Wright: Well if nothing else despite his bad record Gabe Reno remains full of confidence...
Reno tells TC Payne that should have been three and she holds up two fingers. The crowd respond by chanting “TTTTWWWWOOOOO” which gets Reno fired up. He begins climbing to the top rope, signalling that he’s going to nail Inferno with a huge move and leaps off, attempting a missile dropkick but Inferno just casually walks away and Reno hits the mat hard.
Reggie Stallworth: Ha! Reno missing the “Missle Dropkick”.
David Wright: Don’t you mean “Missile Dropkick”?
Reggie Stallworth: No, I swear to god he calls it the “Missle Dropkick”. He’s also got a move called the “insigurie”.
David Wright: You mean “Enziguri”?
Reggie Stallworth: I’m not making this stuff up I swear! That’s really what he calls his move...
Reno struggles up as Inferno seems to be casually waiting for him. Inferno unloads with several shots to the head before Reno attempts to cover up and Inferno switches to shots to the midsection and ribs. With Reno backed up in to the corner Inferno whips him hard across the ring where he smashes in to the turnbuckles and bounces back off again, grabbing at his ribs in pain. Inferno follows up, bouncing off the ropes beside Reno and levelling him with a lariat that knocks him through a loop. He tries to get immediately back to his feet but Inferno grabs him by the arm and whips him across the ring, dropping him with a dropsault and standing up, taunting Reno in the same way Reno did a few moments earlier to massive ovation from the fans. Reno gets incensed, charging at Inferno who easily sidesteps his charge and sends him crashing through the ropes and shoulder first in to the turnbuckle. Reno pulls himself out of the ropes in agony, holding his shoulder in pain. Inferno grabs his injured arm and wrenches it up behind his back, holding on to the arm before applying a modified front facelock and sweeping out his legs, dropping him in a modified DDT that gets a pop from the fans.
David Wright: That’s the Valor by Inferno, and I think the Next Big Thing Champ is closing in on yet another win.
Reggie Stallworth: Reno seemed to let his temper get the best of him and you could just see it from the moment that he charged and missed the shoulder block that Inferno was going to take control.
David Wright: Damn, you’re getting very analytical tonight when it comes to this match.
Reggie Stallworth: Yeah well, one of us needs to pick up the slack around here.
Inferno looks like he may be about to go for a cover but changes his mind, rolling back to his feet instead and grabs Reno by the head, pulling him back to his feet. He lifts him up on to his shoulders, possibly looking for his Effin Rocked finisher, but Reno is able to counter out of the move and snaps off a kick to the head of Inferno that staggers him back a few steps. Reno runs the ropes, smashing in to Inferno with a flying cross body block but Inferno completely no-sells the move, leaping back to his feet before even Reno has gotten up and levelling Reno with a lariat as he attempts to get back up.
Reggie Stallworth: HA!! Did you see that?! Inferno just ReLoaded!!
David Wright: I don’t think Reno could believe that that didn’t work; he loves the cross body block! This match must really be shaking his confidence.
Reggie Stallworth: How he has any confidence at all I don’t know...
Reno gets back to his feet and charges at Inferno again, attempting a lariat of his own but Inferno just “Matrix’s” over backward and Reno misses the shot entirely. He turns around in complete disbelief and Inferno flips over in a handspring before catching Reno with both legs and whipping him down with a hurricanrana. With him on the mat Inferno grabs both arms and applies a standing reverse Indian deathlock surfboard. Afterward Inferno takes his free leg and places it behind the head of Reno, releasing the surfboard and driving his head into the mat with his foot.
David Wright: CURB STOMP!!
Reggie Stallworth: Somebody tell the EMT’s to get ready, I get the feeling this one is almost over.
As Reno gets back to his feet Inferno grabs him in what at first looks like an STO but he switches his position, flipping over and driving Reno’s head in to the back of the match again with the Ranhei. Reno looks done now as he reaches out to the ropes, desperately trying to pull himself back to his feet. The moment he does so and turns around Inferno charges him, leaping up and grabbing his head with both hands, falling backward and landing on his back and driving his knee straight in to Reno’s face. Reno’s body goes limp as Inferno rolls over in to the cover.
David Wright: DEMON DOWNLOAD!!
Reggie Stallworth: Somebody stick a fork in Reno, he’s done. Again!
...ONE!
......TWO!!
.........THREE!!!
The bell rings as 'Unstoppable' by E.S. Posthumus rings out around the arena once again and Inferno leaps back to his feet, taking his belt back from Sammantha Jinx and raising it above his head in triumph as the fans pop for another victory for the Next Big Thing Champion.
Sammantha Jinx: The winner of this match, the PDW Next Big Thing Champion, INFERNO!
Inferno raises the belt up again as he rolls from the ring and heads up the ramp as Reno begins to come around in the ring, realising what’s just happened and holding his head in both pain and frustration at another loss on his record.
Backstage, the cameras once again, this time in the women’s bathroom, catch up with Kayla and Layla More and the situation hasn’t seemed to diffuse as of yet. Layla stands in the mirror primping and smiling at her reflection that boasts an excessive of amount of cleavage. The camera then turns to Kayla who appears equally busty but a lot less comfortable with her appearance as she watches her sister.
Kayla More: I can’t believe you’re actually serious about this.
Layla Moore: Girl, you better lighten up and get with the program. Besides, he’s cute, right? I’d do this even if this whole Jem thing wasn’t a factor. Without you though.
Kayla Moore: Well you can do it without me now!
As Kayla turns to storm out the door, Layla quickly runs up behind her and snatches her by the arm.
Layla Moore: Look, this is for your own goddamn good! Now stop being so damn dramatic and let’s get on with this. I know in the end you won’t regret it. And trust me, it won’t be hard at all.
Layla gives her poor sister a wicked smile before grabbing her by the arm and disappearing down the hall.
As the camera pans inside of the General Manager's office, the tall back, big black chair is shown, facing the camera as it seems Selters is glaring at the screen as the spreading of the light from the screen gives the clue. As minutes go by, the chair doesn't turn around or anything, it's just steadily still in that place. The door opens, as Talena Baptiste peeps in before choosing to walking in all the way. She sees the back of the chair facing her, as she walks in closer to the desk, trying to see what's going on.
Talena Baptiste: Blake! I don't know where my cousins are but I thought I could talk to you about the Pay Per View!
She paces the room excitedly.
Talena Baptiste: I think this has the potential to be one of our best visually! Especially with me on the aesthetics, ya know? I mean I ain't got that art degree quite yet but Star said...
Talena pauses, raising an eyebrow as she stares at the back of the chair.
Talena Baptiste: Hey, are you listening to me?
The chair finally begins to turn around slowly as it soon revealed not to be the name Talena had said. It wasn't nowhere near being Blake Selters. It was none other than the "Innovative Messiah", Kindred London, as he held a wide grin on his face.
Kindred London: Surprise, Surprise!!
Kindred said, continually grinning at the shocking look on Talena's face.
Kindred London: As far as the listening part ... I was indeed listening to what you said ...
Talena Baptiste: I...uhhh...
She stammers, looking at Kindred with a confused look.
Talena Baptiste: Oh, hey. It's not that I'm not happy to see you or anything but...where's Blake?
Kindred London: Well Blake has left the building. His job duties were handed over to a more worthy candidate.
Kindred then stands up as he grabs behind him, his own desk name plate in which he replaces Blake Selters one, by tossing Selters in the trash can and placing his on the table.
Kindred London: I am the candidate who will be taking over Mr. Selter's old duties ... therefore, I am the new General Manager.
Talena's mouth nearly drops to the floor.
Talena Baptiste: Oh my God! Really?!
Kindred London: Yes it is ... It's Really Real ...
Kindred said as he offered Talena a seat in the chair before taking his seat.
Kindred London: Now, as for this with the PPV? What's good?
Talena Baptiste: Well, I was thinking. Death's Door? On Halloween night. When people think of Halloween they think costumes and haunted houses and horror movies, right?
Kindred London: True True ... So you're going to bring Jason and Freddy to the Platinum Dynasty?
Kindred chuckled slightly before clearing his throat.
Kindred London: I'm with you so far ... so you're wanting a costume contest at PDW's "Death's Door"?
Kindred asked with a raise of his eyebrow.
Talena blinks.
Talena Baptiste: Uh, no. Not exactly. But that is a hot idea. What I was thinking was...
Talena's voice trails off as she turns to close the door.
Reggie Stallworth: Holy shit! Did I just hear that right?! David Wright: I think you did. Kindred London is our new General Manager! But what the hell happened to Blake?!
Standard Match
Jem Williams vs. John Raide
Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Portland, Maine….JOHN RAIDE!!!
The lights cut out, and there is silence over the arena. A voice is heard over the PA system, talking casually on the philosophy of life.
“Remember, you're a wreck an accident. Forget the freak your just nature. Keep the gun oiled and the temple clean, shit, snort and blaspheme. Let the heads cool and the engine run... because in the end everything we do, is just everything we've done”
The opening riff to “You Know You're Right” seems to fade in through the PA system, leading the fans to a rush of cheers that seem to shake the arena. The drum beat kicks in now, with the lights over the entrance way now flashing in tune with the beat. Streaks of red, green, purple, and even blue flash over the crowd and the arena, threatening an epileptic shock for all. As the first verse is spoken, the Platinum Tron lights up with quick flashes, also in time with the beat. They are only seen for a moment, but they are video feeds of John Raide performing various moves on previous opponents. Own3d, Fade to Black '05, and even going back as far as the Abyss are seen. These scenes are intercut with close-ups of John Raide's face. His eyes, his profile, and finally, his shit-eating grin.
I will crawl away for good”
Finally the song kicks into high gear, and the light setup flashes a bright light, blinding everyone temporarily before they see John Raide, standing at the top of the entrance way, decked out in his ring attire and sporting a towel over his shoulders. He takes a moment to scan the arena as the fans begin to chant “FADE-TO-BLACK” ad nauseum, keeping in time with the beat of the song. John Raide is apparently digging this as he begins to nod his head along with the beat as well. He smirks and walks down the entrance ramp, leading to the ring. Along the way he pauses to look at a couple fans sporting “Crimson King” tees. He smirks again before moving onto the ring, where he jumps to the apron and steps through the ropes. He stands now in the middle of the ring, looking around before moving from turnbuckle to turnbuckle, climbing to the middle and raising one arm high in the air, closing his eyes and soaking up the cheers from the crowd. Raide leaves the last turnbuckle and goes to his designated corner. He tosses his towel into the crowd before sitting on his ass in the corner, waiting for the bell to ring.
Sammantha Jinx: And his opponent…JEM WILLIAMS!!!
Suddenly, the lights in the arena go out, a few seconds of silence passing before a heavy drum beat along with heavy guitar begins to fill the arena, "Sound of Madness" by Shinedown beginning to play.
Yeah, I get it, You're an outcast.
Always under attack.
Always coming in last, Bringing up the past.
No one owes you anything.
I think you need a shotgun blast, A kick in the ass,
So paranoid... Watch your back!
Dark Blue and White lights begin to strobe heavily across the arena, a single steady white light focusing at the entrance of the arena as Jem Williams walks out, intense expression on his face, ready for the night! Mouthing off to the crowd, looking around, the spot light follows Jem as he comes to the top of the ramp way, stopping to look out across the crowd. A few seconds pass and Jem walks down the ramp way, looking left to right, motioning to the crowd and mouthing off to them again, egotistical smile on his face, walking in union with the words and beat to the music.
Reaching the ring, walking up the steps, Jem takes his time getting into the ring, stepping in just as the chorus to "Sound of Madness" begins to play, the lights still strobing dark blue, but with four spot lights focusing on the ring now, Jem walking to a turnbuckle and climbing it, pumping his arms in the air.
I created the Sound of Madness.
Wrote the book on pain.
Somehow I'm still here,
To explain,
That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with a gun.
When you gonna wake up and fight... for yourself?
Lowering from the turnbuckle, Jem walks around the ring, looking out at the crowd as the song continues to play for a little more before dying off and lights returning to normal.
David Wright: Jem Williams and John Raide, wow. This should definitely be a good match up.
Reggie Stallworth: That is if Ebdon hasn’t hired someone to snipe Raide yet. And I’d be damn surprised if he didn’t.
The bell barely has the chanc to ring before the two men are locking up in the center of the ring. Raide and Jem push and pull one another around the ring before Raide finally manages to back Jem into the ropes, choking him against the before T.C. Payne orders him to break the hold. Raide does so and grabs Jem by the wrist before launching him across the ring and into the ropes. As he returns, Raide flattens Jem Williams with a vicious lariat. Jem, however, quickly flips back to his feet and goes for a clothesline on Raide, connecting and sending Raide to the mat. Raide bounces back and kicks Jem in the gut before DDT’ing him back to the canvas. Raide steps back and watches and Jem climbs back to his feet. He then hoists JEm up and nails him with a Samoan drop. Raide then flips Jem onto his back and makes the cover.
ONE…
TWO…
Williams kicks out.
David Wright: And Jem Williams saves himself after a Samoan drop from Raide.
Reggie Stallworth: Any time now.
David Wright: Any time? Any time for what?
Reggie Stallworth: Any time for that shot to go off. I just know its coming.
Raide gets back to his feet and pulls Jem with him. He throws him into the ropes once again, this time smashing him into the ring with a body slam. Raide then pulls Jem back to his feet and chops him hard across the chest. The smack sounds out loudly and Raide hits him with another, continuing his assault as he backs Jem into the corner. As Raide goes for Jem again, Jem manages to use the rope to throw his fot into the midsection of Raide, giving him just a brief moment to take a breather. He then downs Raide with a dropkick, wasting no time leaping on him for the pin.
ONE…
TWO…
Raide kicks out quickly.
Reggie Stallworth: Come on now, Williams. I know you don’t think you can end this thing with a dropkick? Get your weight up!
David Wright: Well, it’s nice to see him do something. He’s been getting his ass handed to him out there.
Jem looks around for a moment before lifting Raide to his feet. As he goes for a forearm to the head Raide blocks his shot and hits him with one of his own. Jem then tries again only to get the same end result. Raide suddenly punches him in the gut, doubling Jem over and giving him a chance to execute a perfect uppercut that sends Jem into the ropes. The volume in the arena suddenly goes up as the fans look to the top of the ramp.
David Wright: Nicholas Jaxx? What the hell is he doing out here?
Reggie Stallworth: That’s it! That’s where the shot is gonna come from! Ebdon sent Jaxx to murder John Raide!
The two men in the ring continue exchanging blows as Jaxx makes his way down the ramp undetected. We now see Raide hitting Jem with a brainbuster DDT as he keeps on with his dominance of the match, oblivious to the approaching Nicholas Jaxx. The crowd watches as Raide positions Jem’s face between his legs and hooks his arms behind his back.
David Wright: Uh oh! Fade to Black ’09 to Jem Williams!
Raide smashes Jem’s faces into the canvas and covers him!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner…JOHN RAIDE!!!
David Wright: And John Raide pulls this one off after a pretty lackluster showing from the usually epic Jem Williams. The man must have a shit load on his mind after a match like that.
Raide stands to his feet as Williams lies on the mat, pulling himself together. Nicholas Jaxx, who has been watching from the sidelines, now makes his way up the steel staircase and climbs into the ring. Raide finally takes notice of him and stands there as Jaxx approaches, seemingly waiting to see just what his presence is about. In the meantime, Jem Williams finally makes it back to his feet as Raide and Jaxx stare one another down. The air is thick with tension. But suddenly, Jaxx superkicks Jem Williams nearly out of his wrestling boots!
David Wright: What the hell?! Jaxx just hit Jem Wlliams with a J-Kick! But why?!
Reggie Stallworth: And where the hell is the gun? He’s supposed to be shooting Raide!
Raide looks puzzled, but shakes his head and exits the ring, disregarding what has just occurred as Jaxx pulls Jem Williams to his feet, only to nail him with The Jaxx Effect! The crowd roar! Jaxx gets back to his feet, looking at the laid out Jem Williams with a smile, shaking his head as he exits the ring.
David Wright: Seriously, what the hell was that all about?!
As Jaxx heads up the ramp the cameras suddenly cut to the stage where both Kayla and Layla Moore stand. Layla claps, smiling brightly as Jaxx approaches them ad drapes his arms around both women.
Backstage we see an ambulance pulling away and Nicholas Jaxx standing in the car park with a look of shock on his face. He slowly walks back inside the building and storms toward the Pantheon locker room, kicking open the door and walking across the darkened room toward his large baseball bat style mace weapon that he calls the “FTW”, picking it up and staring at it for a moment before turning around and almost falling over backwards in shock.
Nicholas Jaxx: Holy shit dude, you scared the fuck out of me. Why are you sitting in the dark?
The Platinum Champion doesn’t even respond, he simply sits there in silence looking at the championship belt in his hands with tears in his eyes.
Nicholas Jaxx: You, err... I know it’s a stupid question and all dude but, are you ok?
Ebdon finally looks up, an emptiness in his eyes that sends a shiver down the spine of his long time friend.
Pete Ebdon: I’ve come to a decision.
Nicholas Jaxx: A decision about what?
Ebdon ignores the question as though answering it would insult his intelligence. When he speaks it’s not with anger in his voice or uncertainty in his eyes, in fact the thing that makes it all the more creepy is that there is nothing but complete sincerity.
Pete Ebdon: I’m going to kill him.
Jaxx shakes his head in defiance.
Nicholas Jaxx: You’re not going to—
Pete Ebdon: What’s going to stop me Nick? Raide came back all that time ago and he stole a few of our possessions and thought that he was being so very clever but all he did was annoy me. The following week I laid him out in the middle of the ring as a metaphorical “fuck you” and then found myself facing off against him. To him at that point it may have already been personal but to me? It was business.
Ebdon wipes the tear from his eye before continuing in an eerily calm tone of voice.
Pete Ebdon: It wasn’t even personal to me when he wouldn’t stay down in the match. I never once considered it a personal insult, I admit I was angry when the mother fucker wouldn’t just stay on his back but when we found ourselves thirty feet in the air it never once occurred to me that tossing him off that balcony would end his life. I’ve taken falls from twenty five foot ladders and hit concrete and come away with broken ribs and shattered bones but I’ve always walked away, so when I threw Raide off that balcony I suppose I forgot that he was a forty five year old man, I suppose I forgot that he was out of ring-shape and that his body would likely suffer the consequences more than most. I forgot all of that because I was lost in the moment; all I thought about was that he wouldn’t get up.
He takes a long breath, still eerily calm before nodding his head.
Pete Ebdon: And now for the first time I regret not going down there and making sure. Now, for the first time, he’s made this personal. And if he wants a fight to the death in a desperate attempt to get some kind of revenge then after tonight he’s got his wish because now it’s personal. So at the ironically titled “Death’s Door” I’m going to get a second chance and—
Jaxx shakes his head.
Nicholas Jaxx: You haven’t heard?
Ebdon doesn’t respond with words but the look on his face says that the latest news is apparently beyond him.
Nicholas Jaxx: There’s no match between you two at Death’s Door. You’ve got a match scheduled against—
Pete Ebdon: I want Raide!
The calmness begins to leave now as Ebdon gets to his feet and Jaxx has to forcibly hold him down.
Nicholas Jaxx: You don’t think I know that? You don’t think Sara knows that? She’s already had the talk with Star, the match between you two can’t happen. After the last time there’s no insurance company on the PLANET who will cover PDW for that match dude, and if one of you guys kills the other one the legal controversy alone will bankrupt the company. It’s not a multi-million dollar machine dude, it’s just a small wrestling company from Philly, there’s no way they can risk that shit.
Pete Ebdon: I. Want. Raide!
Jaxx nods his head.
Nicholas Jaxx: I know dude, and if you wait just a little while then maybe we can—
Ebdon pushes him aside, the anger welling up in him now.
Pete Ebdon: No waiting. No playing mind games, no trying to get inside his head and no proving myself the bigger man. If the company can’t insure the match then there won’t be a match but there will be a fight!
There’s a sickening rage in his eyes as he says the final word in the sentence.
Pete Ebdon: They can’t get insurance? We don’t need insurance because at Death’s Door we don’t need a three-count to decide this, hell a three-count would prove nothing! We don’t need a pin-fall or a submission or even a ten count – hell we don’t even need a referee.
Nicholas Jaxx: What are you saying dude? That you—
Pete Ebdon: That at Death’s Door there won’t be a match for the PDW Platinum Championship but that the two of us will look one another in the eyes and keep fighting until one of us can’t get back up again. No referee, no opening bell, no time keeper, no ring announcer, no commentators. They can’t insure this match then so be it there won’t even be a match! After the show is over they turn off the lights and Raide and I walk out to that ring and we keep fighting until the other one is unable to continue. PDW holds no responsibility because there is no match.
Jaxx nods his head slowly.
Nicholas Jaxx: An Unsanctioned Match?
A smile creeps across his face.
Nicholas Jaxx: You know what? I think they’d go for something like that. I’ll go find out.
Jaxx turns to leave but stops himself, slowly turning back around again.
Nicholas Jaxx: Oh, and dude, about tonight with Joey...
Pete Ebdon: I’m sorry Nick.
Nicholas Jaxx: For what?
Pete Ebdon: I’m sorry that there won’t be any “Super Awesome Wang Friends” in Texas because Joey Zaza won’t be in any state to compete at Death’s Door.
Ebdon swings the Platinum Championship across his shoulder and pushes past Jaxx as he disappears out the door leaving the Bloodshed Champion alone in the room to ponder what happens next.
Prodigy/Platinum Unification Match
Pete Ebdon © vs. The Za ©
David Wright: Now this is a match I still can’t believe is happening. We’re about to witness the top two championship belts in Platinum Dynasty Wrestling become one!
Reggie Stallworth: I can’t wait to see this match. Especially with everything that’s been going on. I know Pete Ebdon is just about fucked in the head right now with all the shit that’s been going on in his life lately involving certain women. And one of those women just happen to be pregnant by The Za!
David Wright: A fact that Ebdon seems to absolutely despise. It’ll definitely put an interesting twist on this match up. And what a bout before the next Pay Per View!
Sammantha Jinx: The following contest is for the unification of the PDW Platinum and Prodigy Championship titles. On his way to the ring at this time, weighing in at 219 pounds, from London, accompanied by Christy Matthews and Christopher Ritcher, he holds the Platinum Championship title belt…PETE EBDON!!!
The lights around the arena dim to black for a few moments before all the video monitors suddenly come to life with nothing but static across them and the low hum of crackling can be heard on the speakers before the oddly sweet voice of Bonnie Tyler blasts across the PA system...
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life
I NEED A HERO!
“Halo” by Soil suddenly BLASTS across the speakers and the fans in the arena go absolutely wild, both booing and cheering....E B D O N E N T E R T A I N M E N T P R E S E N T S...
...T H E M E S S I A H O F P R O F E S S I O N A L W R E S T L I N G...
...T H E L O R D O F T H E R I N G...
...P E T E E B D O N...
A single spotlight shines down on to the stage finally breaking the darkness but revealing nothing but an empty stage. More spotlights pan around the crowd for a moment before locating a man standing on the guard rail near the cheap seats with his arms outstretched in a mock-crucifix pose, draped in a black robe with a hood that completely covers his head and flanked by his enforcer Christopher Richter. The two make their way through the crowd and down toward the ringside area where the first leaps the barricade and climbs on to the apron, climbing to the middle turnbuckle on the outside of the ring before ripping back the hood and revealing the smirking face of Pete Ebdon. He strikes the crucifix pose again before removing the robe entirely and dropping it in to the corner before leaping over the ropes and sitting down in the corner facing the entrance ramp.David Wright: You know, I have to wonder. Why doesn’t The Za get reprimanded for kissing T.C. Payne that way?
Reggie Stallworth: Maybe she likes it. Why? Are you jealous? I mean she is the sexiest referee I’ve ever seen in my life. I’d understand if you were jealous. Hell, I’m jealous.
As soon as The Za turns around, Pete Ebdon places floor shim with a lariat. He then picks him up and places The Za on the turnbuckle before he executes a front-layout suplerplex. T.C. Payne quickly calls for the bell. Ebdon executes a headlock takedown just before The Za flips back to his feet. The Za kicks Pete Ebdon in the stomach but Ebdon bounces back and executes a jumping sidekick on The Za. The Za pops back to his feet and jabs Ebdon before Ebdon slaps his arms around The Za and nails him with a belly-to-back suplex. Pete Ebdon then rolls onto The Za, connecting with a knee straight across the throat, following up by heading to the top rope where he hits The Za with an elbowdrop from the second turnbuckle.
David Wright: And The Za takes an elbowdrop from Ebdon.
Reggie Stallworth: Like The Za took a wife from him!
David Wright: Not true. Sara and Pete are no longer married!
Pete Ebdon gets up and pulls The Za to his feet along with him before taking him back down with a drag screw. Pete then covers The Za, hooking the leg as T.C. Payne counts.
ONE…
The Za kicks out. Ebdon stares out into the crowd with the same angry looks he’s had nearly all night plastered to his face. Ebdon then gets his mind back into the match with a jumping neck snap on The Za. After coming back to his feet, The Za goes for a swinging neckbreaker but Pete Ebdon dodges the attack, only to walk into a drag sleep from The Za. T.C. Payne looks on intently as The Za tightens the hold. Pete Ebdon tries to escape but The Za tightens the hold even more, giving himself his first advantage in the match tonight. But finally, Ebdon drops to the mat, flipping The Za over his head to escape. The Za grabs Pete Ebdon by the arm and breaks it over his shoulder. Ebdon howls in pain and chops The Za across the chest before executing a swinging bulldog onto The Za, driving face into the mat. Ebdon tries for a full nelson facebuster but The Za avoids it. He pivots around Ebdon and clotheslines him hard, sending them both over the top rope. Pete Ebdon and The Za go to the floor T.C. Payne starts the count
1…
2…
Pete Ebdon knifehand chops The Za.
3…
Pete Ebdon short lariats The Za, knocking him into the announce table but enabling the Za to stay on his feet.
4…
5…
The Za slaps Pete Ebdon hard across the face.
6…
7…
Ebdon grabs The Za by the head and bounces his face off the steel steps. Ebdon then punches The Za in the head and throws him back into the ring, prompting T.C. to end her count. Back in the ring, The Za gets taken down with a corkscrew armdrag. The Za manages to get up again and surprise Ebdon with a vicious spear to the mat as The Va cheers him on outside of the ring. A dazed Ebdon shakes the cobwebs from his brain as both men stumble back to their feet. Pete Ebdon hits a spinning leg lariat on The Za, sending him to the mat once again. Ebdon once again covers The Za, hooking his leg.
ONE…
TWO…
The Za flips over Ebdon, reversing the pin attempt!
ONE…
TWO…
THR…No! Ebdon kicks out!
Reggie Stallworth: OOOHHH!! So close!!!
David Wright: Hell yeah it was. Ebdon would’ve been PISSED had that been successful! As if his night hasn’t already been shitty enough.
Climbing back to his feet, Ebdon hits The Za with the back of his elbow before giving him a reverse neckbreaker. With The Za down, Ebdon unleashes a serious of random stomps to his body, yelling at him in frustration as he does so. He then leans over and grabs The Za around the throat with a vice-like grip, pulling his face to his as he chokes him with no remorse. T.C. Payne orders Ebdon to release him and he does so reluctantly before standing back up. Ebdon paces the ring as he watches The Za get to his knees before using the ropes to pull himself all the way back to his feet. Ebdon then nails The Za with a springboard dropkick as the fans eat up the brutality in the ring. Pete Ebdon measures The Za up and drops a closed fist directly to his face before flooring him with an inverted DDT. The Za is then pulled back to his feet only to get an elbow to his midsection from Ebdon. Pete Ebdon then locks on a front facelock. He looks out of the ring at The Va, daring her to interfere as she is forced to watch The Za struggle with Ebdon in vain. Ebdon then looks out into the crowd, filled with more aggression than Platinum Dynasty Wrestling has ever seen. Finally, he looks to be heading for the ropes, trying for a springboard DDT but The Za manages to hold fast. Ebdon tries again but The Za still remains rooting to the canvas. Finally, Ebdon attempts to break him by dropping an elbow onto his back, but The Za returns the favor in a much more painful way with a low blow to Ebdon that goes undetected by the referee!
David Wright: And The Za turns the tables with a desperate low blow! The ref didn’t see it!
The Platinum Champion stands frozen in pain before The Za dropkicks Ebdon to the mat. The fans seem not to know how to react to the situation as Nicholas Jaxx is suddenly shown watching the match from back stage, shaking his head as he watches his two friends simply beat the life out of one another. Back in the ring, it is now The Za who is laying the boots to Ebdon. He nails him with a stiff kick to the side before leaping onto him with a guillotine choke. Ebdon attempts to battle back but The Za, harboring newfound energy, swats the lame attempts away as he grabs a fist full of Ebdon’s hair and yanks him to his feet. He then throws the champion into the corner superkicks him nearly out of his wrestling boots with the move sounding throughout the arena loudly. The Za then hauls Ebdon back to his feet and nails him squarely in the nose with a closed fist, splattering blood from Ebdon’s face. As he brings his hands up to cluctch his nose blood seeps between his fingers as it flows freely from his body. The Za grabs Ebdon in a front facelock, slowly pulling him back to his feet and playing to the crowd, signaling for the ending and running one hand across his waist as though he’s signaling a belt will be there.
David Wright: Z-D-T... COUNTERED!!! Ebdon just pushed The Za off, and I think he smashed heads with TC Payne!!
Reggie Stallworth: The back of the Za’s head hit her straight on the forehead. She is out cold!
The Za grabs at the back of his head as he turns to look at TC Payne out cold behind him. He gets back to his feet, turning around but Ebdon has recovered enough and is waiting for him...
David Wright: EGO CUTTER!!! He just SNAPPED that off, The Za must be seeing stars.
Reggie Stallworth: He’s a Hollywood Playboy; he sees stars all the time!
David Wright: The star’s he’s seeing now aren’t overpaid actors; he’s probably seeing little Pete Ebdon midgets dancing around his head.
Ebdon takes a look at the fallen Prodigy Champion and at the referee lying motionlessly behind him and a grin slowly crosses his face as he rolls from the ring and begins digging under the ring, pulling out a steel chair. The fans cheer as he looks at it for a moment before sliding it in to the ring and immediately begins looking under the ring again, quickly pullout out a second folding chair that again the fans pop for. He slides that one in to the ring as well before walking across a taking the microphone from Sammantha Jinx, pausing as he turns around only to move her aside and pick up the chair that she was sitting on. The fans pop a third time as he rolls back in to the ring just as Joey Zaza seems to be coming around. Ebdon drops the microphone in the ring and begins setting up the first chair, grabbing Za as he finally gets back to his feet and whipping him to the ropes, catching him with a drop toehold as he bounces back off the ropes and driving him face first in to the chair. To his surprise however the fans not only don’t boo but they actually pop a fourth time.
David Wright: Wait... did they just cheer him?
Reggie Stallworth: I don’t see why, this is TOTALLY uncalled for! What did The Za ever do to Ebdon?
David Wright: Slept with his ex-wife, impregnated her and then pretty much ignored her very existence?
Reggie Stallworth: Well yeah, I mean besides that...
The Za struggles to get back to his feet as a small trail of blood trickles down his head. Ebdon picks up a second chair and waits for The Za to turn around before swinging it down across his head, denting the chair in a big way. The Za actually continues to stand there for a moment with his eyes totally glazed over before falling down flat on his face to a huge pop from the crowd. Ebdon ignores them yet again, pulling the first chair he set up toward the corner and setting up the second chair alongside it before grabbing the Za by the arm and dragging him across the ring, placing his head and upper body across the two chairs before grabbing the microphone and looking up at the stage.
Pete Ebdon: RAIDE!! You watching this? You wanted this to be personal John? You wanted to get in my head? Congratulations, you’ve got your wish. You’ve done what so very few in the history of this business have done; you’ve actually gotten my complete and undivided attention.
Ebdon walks across to where he slid the second chair in to the ring and picks it up, pacing back and forth for a moment before looking back up at the stage again.
Pete Ebdon: You think I tried to kill you John? I didn’t give a shit about you. You were less significant than an insect to me. What happened to you was nothing more than a happy coincidence considering I was facing a man who claimed he was “unkillable”. But tonight? Tonight you crossed a line that nobody should ever cross! You wanted this to be personal? It’s personal! But they say you and I can’t have a match because they’re worried we’ll kill one another.
The fans boo and Ebdon looks out at them curiously but quickly dismisses them.
Pete Ebdon: I don’t want a wrestling match with you John, I want to do to you what they’re afraid will happen. I want to break you, I want to hurt you, but I’m not going to kill you. No, death is too simple for you. I want you alive this time John because when I’m done with you at Death’s Door you’ll simply WISH that you’d died and that? That will be far more fitting a punishment.
Ebdon walks over to The Za who’s still lying unconsciously on the chairs.
Pete Ebdon: You want to ruin my life? You want to destroy the person I care most for in the world, psychologically and physically? At Death’s Door I’ll return the favor.
Ebdon tosses the microphone aside and climbs the ropes, holding the chair up in to the air for a moment before leaping off and executing a Shooting Star style flip before crashing down with the chair underneath him, smashing it in to the back of The Za’s head and driving him through the other two chairs as well.
David Wright: OH. MY. GOD! SHOOTING STAR ARABIAN FACEBUSTER THROUGH THE CHAIRS!!!
Reggie Stallworth: ...that was sick!
David Wright: Ebdon putting his own body on the line to destroy The Za. He tosses the chairs aside and pulls TC Payne over.
...ONE!
......TWO!!
.........THREE!!!
The fans pop again as “Halo” by Soil blasts across the PA system and Ebdon rolls off the carcass of The Za and picks up the microphone again, screaming over the music.
Pete Ebdon: You and me John. November 2nd at Death’s Door! No rules, no referee and no accountability. One of us walks away, the other doesn’t.
He throws the microphone aside as second time as “Halo” by Soil blasts across the PA system a second time. Ebdon rolls from the ring and grabs both the championship belts, walking off as several fans reach across to pat him on the back but he ignores them all, not even celebrating with the championship.
David Wright: Wow, I don’t even know what to say to that. Ebdon is still the undisputed Platinum Champion and The Za has been left broken and titleless!