The scene opens outside of the sold out Wachovia Center where a huge crowd lingers outside, showing just how anticipated an event Crimson Incantations has turned out to be. It then cuts to moments throughout the Road To Platinum Status tournament such as Latrisha Lamarte taking out Shane Meras from PDW for good and the shocking ending to last week's "Wild Card" match with Kindred London standing in the ring with Carliee. It then shows Star arriving at the arena in a stretch Hummer with her new assistant Mercedes, Amaya snuggled with Harris backstage and Farah in her office admiring herself in the mirror. The camera then switches to the inside of the arena where thousands of screaming fans show their love for PDW. On the stage, two large lit torches on iron stands sit on each side of the stage. The floor of it is covered in black fabric. The lights in the arena suddenly flash five times, bringing on curiosity in the fans and quieting them down. Soon, the lights dim completely, making the arena pitch black aside from the trail of candles that aligns each side of the ramp.

The titon tron springs to life within the darkened Wachovia Center and displays a big red pentagram that soon begins to flicker with flames before burning away completely. The intense sounds of pagan chanting fill the arena at a low tempo. Suddenly, a red light begins to flash in time with the loud thud of a beating heart. As a thick fog bellows across the stage and the chanting and heart beats pick up in volume, a clap of thunder booms loudly. Red, smoky words begin to etch across the screen.


The chanting and heart beats continue, now at a rapid pace before a huge blast of red pyro goes off. “The Red” by Chevelle immediately sounds out and the crowd comes to life once again, screaming their lungs out and holding up signs such as “I Need A Miracle”, “Farah’s Afraid of the Dark”, and “Twinkle twinkle, baby.” The titon tron shows the brackets for “The Road to Platinum Status” as of tonight. A run down of the card quickly rolls across the screen before we then cut to ringside where commentators Ryde Rass and David Wright sit, grinning from ear to ear.

David Wright: Welcome ladies and gentlemen! We have finally reached our first PPV in PDW history, Crimson Incantations!

Ryde Rass: That’s right folks! Tonight is nothing close to the ordinary!

David Wright: If you thought you seen wrestling….you haven’t seen anything yet!

Ryde Rass: We got wrestlers going toe to toe for titles.

David Wright: We have wrestlers settling feuds tonight.

Ryde Rass: And the most important reason that you’ve been waiting for… Who is getting crowned the Ultimate Platinum title!!!!!!

David Wright: Going down the list we will see Zayda and new comer Carliee duke it out for the number one contender for the Rising Star Title.

Ryde Rass: Yes, and who is actually fighting for the title tonight is Ember vs. KibbyD!

David Wright: After that, we’ll see Ash Bombay coming back and a new wrestler on the roster Jack Mehoff, fighting for the Notorious Destruction title!

Ryde Rass: Following up after, will be Brandon Clayborne and Vincent Bank in an Inferno Table Match.

David Wright: It doesn’t stop there. We will see finally a match between Julian Dark and Erik Harris as they have been feuding non stop.

Ryde Rass: Next would be Nightmare Vs Dynamic Dynamite in a No hold Bared I quit match.

David Wright: Yes, yes Ryde and we’ll see another feud being taken care of as Rayne Young goes up against Priest in a Hell in a Cell match.

Ryde Rass: And two brothers that are going up for the number one contenders for the Platinum title will be Jake Matthews and Michael Mercer!

David Wright: AND THEN! We will be seeing Kindred London, Drusilla Clayborne, Latrisha Lamarte and Mike Ryba go head to head for the final match in getting the Ultimate Platinum title!

Ryde Rass: You definitely don’t want to miss not one second of tonight’s show. So put those snot nose kids to bed!

David Wright: Leave your remote where it is and turn up the volume!!!

Ryde Rass: And be prepared to see one of the greatest shows to ever air on TV!!!!

David Wright: We’ll be back after these commercials! Stay tuned.  

Backstage we see PDW interviewer extraordinaire, Savon Sem, smiling into the camera. She begins to speak…

Savon Sem: Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight I am joined by a wrestler we haven’t seen in a few weeks. I give you the English Rose, Miss Bethany Windsor!

The camera pulls out slightly and Bethany Windsor comes into view. She is glowingly rediant, with perfectly styled auburn locks framing her classic features. Dressed in a clearly extravagant white gown. She smiles broadly.

Savon Sem: So, welcome back, Miss Windsor.

Miss Bethany: Please, it’s Bethany. I still suggest you call my Gran ‘Dame Windsor’ though, she can be a bit funny about that.

Savon Sem: Duly noted. Now Miss Bethany, we haven’t seen much of you for a few weeks. Why and where have you been?

Miss Bethany: Well Savon, after my loss in the Road to Platinum tournament, some things got quick complicated in my private life. Things that should probably be kept private, at least for now. So lets just say…I took time to ’refocus’ on my priorities.

Savon Sem: So you were unfocussed?

Miss Bethany: Definitely, I mean I had lost more than I had…

Mid-speech, Bethany silenced as the young punk of PDW swings in front of the elegant youth. Her blonde streaked hair falling around her face.

Kalie Moore: Buh-Bye, Ginge. This is my time! You can talk now, Sem…

Savon Sem: Excuse me?

Miss Bethany: Ginge? It’s bloody auburn, you scabby cow! Can I help you? Bit lost are we?

Kalie Moore: Beat it girlie, this is women’s time…

Miss Bethany looks at Miss Sem in shock. A reciprocated shock. She places a hand on Moore’s arm and truns her to face her.

Miss Bethany: Now look, butchy…

Kalie Moore: Butch-what?

Miss Bethany: Butchy, listen will you! Now I don’t have a clue what you think you’re doing, or who you are but we are kind of in the middle of something here. So move your little punky arse away, and we can forget the whole thing.

Kalie looks around as if playing up to some invisible watchers. Currently, as Savon steps back out of the way, she gets up into Bethany’s face.

Kalie Moore: Forget? Forget? Oh believe me, bitch, I won’t forgot you! No. No. No. Kalie doesn’t forget little one. Now…get lost!

With this, Kalie shoves Windsor in the chest, sending back a little. The two could look no different! Bethany, in response, smoothes down her flowing dress, specially for the first-PPV-occasion, places a manicured hand over Kalie’s face and pushes her backwards. She stumbles a little then looks back in disgust. In mocking fashion she smoothes down her ruffled straight hair, then without warning spears the young Windsor halfway across the hall, as a scream can be heard from a shocked Savon Sem. She screams for help as Kalie pounds on her colleague , until Bethany grabs her by the hair, and half-monkey flips Moore over her head, sliding into a wall. They both rise, and again Kalie charges Bethany, taking her down hard. They tussle roughly, then Bethany knees Moore in the stomach, climbs to her feet, grabs a nearby vase and tips the contents over Miss Moore. Drenched she rises to her feet, then spits directly into Beth’s face. Beth in turn throws the glass container at her opponent, who ducks and it shatters on the wall. Undeterred, Kalie again charges at Bethany, they both go flying back and crash through the women’s locker room door. Screams can be heard from the women in initial shock. As they com to terms with what is taking place they begin to pull the brawl women apart.

The women a pulled apart, screaming obscenities at one another, and they break free. Connecting again, with brute force. The women once more restraint Miss Bethany and Kalie Moore, dragging them away from each other. Screaming still…Kalie is taking down the corridor.

Kalie Moore: No-one calls me butch, you prissy little whore!!!

Miss Bethany: Get off me!

Bethany pushes away the other females, and reorganises herself. Looking down at her outfit, she catches her breath.

Miss Bethany: Oh look, she has scuffed my new high heels…

Jacob DeSanto: The first match of the evening is scheduled for one fall and the winner will be named the number one contender for the Rising Star title!

Ryde Rass: This is gonna be hot. Carilee and Zayda are BOTH hot as fuck.

David Wright: Is that all you think about?

Ryde Rass: Basically.

David Wright: You do realize this women wrestle as well...

Ryde Rass: They do?

Jacob DeSanto: Making her way to the ring first... she weights in tonight at one hundred and twenty nine pounds and stands five feet seven inches...being accompanied to the ring by Kindred London and Erik Harris... CAAAAAAAAARILEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

David Wright: Kindred London AND Erik Harris?

Ryde Rass: Carilee is smart. She knows that she's a target here in PDW. I know jealousy when I see it, and Zayda.. is jealous.

David Wright: Highly doubtful.

"Look at Her (remix)" by One Chance begins blaring through the PA system as the house lights dim down and a pink strobe light begins flashing through the arena. The fans begin boo'ing loudly as Carilee makes her way out onto the stage, followed by Kindred London and Erik Harris. All 3 of them stand on the stage and look out into the arena before making their way down the ramp.

David Wright: I don't like Zayda's chances here tonight... I have a feeling this is going to turn into a 3 on 1 match.

Ryde Rass: Nah. Carilee can handle things on her own.

David Wright: We'll see...

Carilee, Kindred, and Erik finally make their way to the ring. Carilee slides under the bottom rope as Kindred and Erik make their way up the steps. All 3 of them meet in the center of the ring as pyros explode all around them. Carilee gives Kindred a kiss on the cheek as the house lights come back up.

Jacob DeSanto: And her opponent... weighting in at one hundred and thirty pounds. She stands five feet six inches. Philly's own... ZZZZZZAAAAYDAAAAAA!

Ryde Rass: Dead Woman Walking.

David Wright: I hate agreeing with you... I seriously do... but the odds are definently not in her favor tonight.

The opening bass of "So Excited" by Janet Jackson sounds out as the crowd begins to cheer. After a moment, Zayda slowly makes her way out onto the stage. She's in her wrestling gear, but this time around, there's no firemen with her. She has a mic in her hand as she looks around the arena. Her music fades out as she brings the mic to her lips.

Zayda: Well Carilee... I do believe I was right by saying you couldn't touch me inside that right one on one...

Inside the ring Carilee just shrugs with a wicked smile

Zayda: Looks like you know it was true as well... so since you had to go and bring Kindred and Harris...

Zayda now has a smile on her face

Zayda: I figured I'd bring a few... boys of my own.

Carilee is going nuts in the ring yelling at T.C. and DeSanto. Kindred and Harris look upset as well, but suddenly the lights go dim...

David Wright: Who could Zayda have found to watch her back in this match?

Ryde Rass: No one as important as Kindred London and Erik Harris...

The heavy hitting guitar riffs to 'Laid To Rest' by Lamb of God hit the PA system.

David Wright: MICHEAL MERCER!

Ryde Rass: Holy fuck! ...no sweat. no sweat. Mercer is no match for Harris and London...

The crowd EXPLODES into cheers as Micheal Mercer walks out onto the stage with a huge smile on his face. Carilee is going nuts inside the ring once again. Mercer walks up to Zayda and motions for them to head down to the ring as the music dies down. They start to walk, but then Zayda stops, and holds up one finger, motioning for them to stop. Mercer "acts" surprised and turns as Zayda points behind them.

"Encore/Numb" by Linkin Park and Jay-Z begins to blare through the PA system. The arena explodes once more with cheers as Jake Matthews makes his way out from backstage to join both Zayda and Mercer.

David Wright: MICHEAL MERCER AND JAKE MATTHEWS?!?

Ryde Rass: THESE 2 WILL BE FACING OFF LATER IN THE NIGHT... BUT NOW THEY'RE ON THE SAME SIDE?

David Wright: You act surprised Rass! Both Matthews and Mercer have said on numerous occasions that they're friends before and after the match.. just not during!

Carilee is on the ropes screaming at Zayda as she makes her way down the ramp with her "escorts" on either side of her.

David Wright: Looks like Zayda pulled an ace from her sleeve tonight Rass.

Rass Ryde: This is just wrong... wrong wrong wrong. Tonight was suppose to be all about Carilee... but Zayda had to ruin it.

David Wright: How so? All Zayda did was even the odds.

As Zayda, Mercer, and Matthews slide into the ring under the bottom rope, Carilee, Kindred, and Harris all exit it. Zayda walks over towards them and motions for Carilee to step up. Mercer and Matthews stand behind her, motioning for Kindred and Harris to step up as well. All 6 of them begin yelling back and forth. Carilee, Kindred, and Harris all huddle up outside the ring. Zayda, Matthews, and Mercer all look at each other and smile. Suddenly, all 3 of them run against the ropes and charge towards the 3 huddled outside the ring, who aren't even paying attention. Zayda, Matthews, and Mercer all fly over the top rope at the same time, taking all 3 of them out at once. The crowd is going absolutely nuts as Zayda climbs to her feet, pulling Carilee up with a fist full of hair. Carilee is screaming at the top of her lungs, so Zayda bitch slaps her across the face, and rolls her into the ring, following close behind. On the outside of the ring, Matthews and Mercer have made their way to the other side, and we watch as Kindred and Harris start to climb to their feet, not sure what the hell just happend.

David Wright: Looks like Zayda didn't wanna wait for Carilee to finish her pow-wow with Kindred and Harris...

Ryde Rass: Fuckin' CHEATERS! The match hadn't even officially started.. and they made the cowardly move by attacking them for no reason.

David Wright: No reason? I think all 3 of them deserve worse than what we just saw. Because of Kindred and Carilee... Mercer and Matthews aren't in the Main Event tonight!

Ryde Rass: Blah Blah Blah.

Back in the ring, Carilee and Zayda are going head to head, trading punches back and forth. Carilee gets the upper hand with a quick knee shot to Zayda's midsection. Carilee follows up with a stiff elbow shot to the back of her neck, then a quick DDT. The fans are boo'ing loudly as Carilee just sits on the mat, dusting her hands off.

David Wright: Carilee is looking quite impressive here in her debut match.

Ryde Rass: Did you think she would disappoint?

Carilee climbs to her feet and pulls Zayda up to her feet by her hair. Carilee yells something before whipping her into the turnbuckle. Carilee takes a few steps back and charges forward. She jumps into the air and twists around with a spinning heel kick, connecting directly with Zayda's uppper body and face. Zayda slumps down in the corner as Carilee climbs back to her feet. She looks around the arena, then over to Jake and Mercer. Carilee "innocently" waves to them and blows a kiss, before turning around; laying the boots to Zayda.

David Wright: She's trying to get under the skin of Matthews and Mercer...

Ryde Rass: Is it working?

David Wright: Doesn't look like it.

Jake and Mercer have somehow set up lawn chairs outside the ring, and are kicked back, just chillin. They're both just sitting there and when Carilee blows them a kiss, they just wave. Carilee continues to stomp away on Zayda as Mercer and Matthews start boo'ing loudly, which causes the crowd to do the same. Carilee, seemingly frustrated, finally stops and pulls Zayda up to her feet. She yells something before kicking her in the stomache. When Zayda doubles over, Carilee hooks both of her arms behind her back, and drives Zayda face first into the mat. Both Jake and Mercer stand to their feet at the same time, trying to see if Zayda is okay. Carilee just sits there laughing at them. Harris and London start cheering Carilee on, as she stands up to her feet. She looks down at Zayda and smirks, as she uses her right foot to roll Zayda over onto her back. Carilee then places one foot on her chest, and starts inspecting her nails as T.C slides into position.

Ryde Rass: And we have a new number 1 contender!

David Wright: Seems to me, Carilee is being a little cocky.

As T.C goes to count the final 3 count, Zayda gets her shoulder up, which causes Carilee to stumble backwards and fall on her ass. We can hear Mercer and Jake laughing loudly as they point. Carilee gets up, and turns around towards them yelling. Both men just roll their eyes. On the other side of the ring, you can hear London and Harris yelling for Carilee to turn around. Jake and Mercer point behind her, and when she turns around, she's met in the face with a picture perfect dropkick, which sends Carilee over the top rope. Mercer and Matthews are their to catch her though. Carilee's eyes get big when she realizes who is holding onto her. She lets out a loud scream, which startles both Mercer and Matthews, who at that very moment, throw Carilee back into the ring, back over the top rope. Carilee, quickly scarmbles to her feet, yelling at the 2 men, who are now just shaking their heads. Mercer then points behind her. Carilee says shes not going to fall for it again, but when she turns around, she's met with ANOTHER dropkick to the face, which sends her over the top rope AGAIN. This time though, Mercer and Matthews step aside, allowing Carilee to feel the full impact of the padded concrete floor.

Ryde Rass: And those 2 call themselves men.

David Wright: They caught her the first time... she yelled at them... why should they have caught her a second time?

Ryde Rass: Because she's glamorous.

Carilee starts to stur and she looks up. Standing on either side of her are men she's either caused to lose their spot in the main event, or helped cause them lose their spot. Matthews and Mercer just look at her, then look at each other. Harris and London quickly rush over to check on Carilee. Jake and Micheal smirk as they step away, hands in the air. London kneels down and consoles his queen, as Harris watches Matthews and Mercer. Jake then pulls something out of his back pocket... a snickers bar. He tosses it down to the ground at Harris' feet. You can tell Harris is pissed, so Mercer and Matthews share another laugh at Erik's expense. London in the mean time, helps Carilee up to her. She looks like she may have a sprained ankle. T.C now starts her ten count.

One.

Two.

Three.

Ryde Rass: Oh My God! Someone call a medic! The queen is down! I repeat. The queen is DOWN!

Four.

Five.

Kindred asks Carilee if she wants to continue. She shakes her head no, and they start walking towards the ramp. London picks Carilee up in his arms as they walk. jake and Mercer just look at one another.

Six.

David Wright: Are they... quitting?

Ryde Rass: What part of "the queen is down" didn't you get? She can't compete like that!

As they round the corner of the ring though, Zayda comes out of nowhere, over the top rope, tackeling London and Carilee to the floor, which stops the ten count. Zayda quickly hops to her feet and grabs Carilee by the hair, pulling her up, and sliding her back into the ring. Kindred starts to climb to his feet as Zayda turns around. Kindred starts yelling at her, and suddenly, Zayda kicks him right between the legs, which causes him to double over on the ground. The crowd is going nuts. Harris rushes over to check on London as Matthews and Mercer continue to laugh. Zayda slides into the ring after Carilee and pulls her up to her feet, but out of nowhere, Carilee kicks her in the midsection, and plants her in the middle of the ring with an Implant DDT.

Ryde Rass: BOW DOWN BITCHES! THE QUEEN IS HERE!

Matthews and Mercer are still busy laughing at London who got kicked in the nuts and aren't paying attention to Carilee in the ring, who quickly makes the cover. T.C. slides into position.

One!

Two!!

Three!!!

David Wright: Holy shit... Carilee actually did it! With all the trash she's been talking, I wasn't sure if she could actually back it up...

Ryde Rass: Damn right!

Mercer and Matthews quickly turn around towards the ring as Carilee's music begins to blare over the PA system. Carilee quickly slides out of the ring, as Jake and Micheal slide in to check on Zayda. Carilee skips over to Kindred who is just getting to his feet from the lowblow he took from Zayda. Harris helps him up as Carilee gives London a kiss on the cheek. She then turns around and laughs at Zayda, Matthews, and Mercer inside the ring, while making a belt motion around her waist. All 3 of them start backing up the ramp as the camera fades backstage.

 

Latrisha Lamarte, already clad in her classic wrestling attire, is seen standing backstage with Savon. She has a huge grin on her face with her arms crossed in front of her chest. Savon spreads a big grin as she turns to face the wrestler and extends a hand.

Savon: Hello, Latrisha.

Latrisha smiles in response and grabs Savon’s hand, shaking it.

Latrisha: Hey Savon. Nice to see you again.

Savon: You too. Congratulations on becoming one of the Platinum Status Tournament Finalist. That’s quite the achievement to have.

Latrisha: I know one thing that would be better, Savon.

Savon: I think I do too. However, I still have to ask- is there anything else you’d like to say to your opponents before entering the ring.

Latrisha: It’s funny you should ask that, because I do have a few things to say. Mainly to Mr. Kindred. I don’t know how his ego suddenly blew up to the size of Texas, but I really have to say, it’s quite annoying. There’s no reason for it. It’s not like he accomplished anything of real merit, other than cheating to seal a spot in the final four. I busted my butt off to get this far in the tournament, so you better believe that bothers me.

Latrisha’s expression gets a little more serious. Savon steps out of the way as she addresses the camera directly.

Latrisha: Does that mean I have to exact revenge on you? Absolutely not. I’m not interested in you that much, so don’t flatter yourself. It does however mean in my mind, you were never a real participant in this match to begin with. And you know what? I’ll treat you like the pest that you are- by stomping you out early to make sure you won’t get in my damn way.

Contrary to your believe K. Lo, I know exactly who’s going to walk out with that fifteen pounds of platinum around their waists. It’s going to be the one willing to risk it all. The one who can back up what they say. The one who won’t resort to their fiance’s handling their dirty work for them. Notice a pattern here Kindred? None of those things describe you, The Silver King looking for a free handout. You gotta work for that respect back kiddo. It ain’t coming as easy as you think.

Admit it. You loved earning my respect. You loved being my bitch boy. Regardless of what you say, history repeats itself, and you’re just another pawn in the game. You won’t last long the way you’re going now. I speak from experience. So heed the warnings while you still can Kindred.

You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, little king.

She sneers before walking off camera, leaving Savon standing there with a blank expression on her face.

The backstage scene appears into play again, as Savon Sem is standing by with the microphone in hand, as the crowd is subtle.

Savon Sem: I am with the wildcard player, Kindred London. He later tonight ... will be in the four-way ladder match with the other Road to Platinum Status finalists for the glamorous Platinum Title. May I get your thoughts on tonight's match?

London glares as beside him is none other than his Queen, Carliee. London smiles as Savon Sem holds the microphone over to him, as in the background you can hear a chorus of boo's pointed at London.

Kindred London: My thoughts on tonight's showdown to Platinum will be nothingmore than spectacular. Last week, my Queen put herself in danger and took out both Mercer and Brandon Clayborne in that contest. I never planned none of it. It wasn't no gameplan. Tonight though, ... I intend to take out all three. Latrisha, Ryba and Drusilla. They are like the crowd out there tonight. Full of haterade. I could care less what they think of me, because by the end of the night ....

London motions around his waist ...

Kindred London: Yours truly will be walking out a bit heavier than usual, as the other three will stand test to defeat from the unusual suspect.

London gains control of the microphone, as he suddenly caught attention of the small patch bandage underneath the interveiwer's chin. The thought came to his mind as he rolled his eyes slightly.

Kindred London: Now, it's time I ask you a question. What happened there to your chin?

Savon Sem in a scared sense, shakes her head left and right a bit quick, as she motions to not give an answer. London just grins a bit.

Savon Sem: Nothing ... I just took a hard fall.

London glares into the eyes of Savon Sem, as he looks over to fiancee', as he nods lightly.

Kindred London: So that fall just immediately puts a big spot like that under your chin? I know who did it. The same thing happened to my Queen here. A swift superkick right to the chin. You know, if I were you, I wouldn't press charges. Oh no ... he'll only continue his path.

London looks down at her high-heel black stilletto shoes as he looks back at her.

Kindred London: Don't you just feel like taking those high-heels and stomping the shit out of that kid's manhood? I know you do. Don't you just feel like swiping him across the face, just fucking up his so-called "Glowing" face? Yeah .... yeah, I know you do. You better do something quick. However, I have just the right medicine to cure the "Miracle Boy".

With that, London hands the microphone back to her, as he walks off, as his Queen follows in footsteps glaring at Savon Sem, as the scene faded back to the arena.

“The Red” by Chevelle plays as we return from commercial in the Wachovia Center. The titon tron shows our next scene and we then cut to the large clothespin on 15th and Market Streets. The area is completely deserted which is hardly normal. The scene then switches to underground where the Market-Frankfurt Line train runs. The sounds of other lines coming and going sound out as the scene finally stomps on one frozen, empty train. Suddenly, Shara comes into view, dressed in a cut off wife beater that she simply sprayed painted black stripes on and baggy black cargo pants. She has the beautiful and shiny Rising Sta Championship belt draped over her shoulder, the prize for whoever wins the match. The camera pans around and shows both Ember and KibbyD in their ring attire. Ember has her usual serious, borderline insane grin and the normally bubbly and airheadish KibbyD has a surprising look of total determination and focus. They two glare at one another with “I’m gonna fuck you up” written all over their faces. Ryde Rass, David Wright and the PDW fans watch back in the Wachovia Center. There is no fancy entrances back in the arena. Just Jacob DeSanto standing in the center of the ring with his mic in hand.

Jacob DeSanto: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Philly Underground Battle for the Rising Star Championship between KibbyD and Ember. Our special guest referee will be none other than Shara Baptiste.

The crowd goes into a frenzy as the camera then cuts back to the train station. Shara stands there with a serious expression, looking at the two women before her.

Shara: Aight bitches, look. This is how this shit is goin’ down. Do whatever the hell you want as long as one of you gets the other in that train [points to the train] and taps on the glass at the front for the conductor to ride away. Simple as. Got it?

Two women nod, never taking their eyes off one another. Shara then shrugs her shoulders and takes a step back. Ember wastes no time in spearing KibbyD to the hard, cold cement ground. She immediately starts pummeling her with rights and lefts as Kibbdy flails underneath her, struggling to fight Ember off.

David Wright: Well, this is certainly an interesting match and it’s starting off pretty strong as Ember tries to take the lead early on.

Ryde Rass: This is like a wet dream for me, DW. I’m tellin’ you. And KibbyD and them boobies. Mmm! Ember is stacked too.

David Wright: Is that all you think about?

Ryde Rass: Naw…only about 98.9% of the time.

As Ember’s fists continue to fly, KibbyD finally tosses her off and leaps onto Ember, delivering a flurry of punches of her own. The ladies then begin rolling around the ground and Shara looks down on them, enjoying every minute of it and knowing that these ladies plan on tearing one another apart. KibbyD gets the upper hand as she straddles Ember and wraps her hands around her neck. KibbyD begins choking the life out of Ember viciously as the Sinful Ambition member claws and her hands. Kibby then grabs Ember’s head and bangs the back of it against the concrete, nearly knocking her unconscious. She then gets off of Ember and lifts her up by the hair. Kibby wraps a fist around Embers long locks and begins spinning her around, picking up her pace as the seconds go by until Ember’s feet are lifted off the floor. When she has a bit of height, Kibby lets Ember fly and she slams directly into a full, steel trash can.

Ryde Rass: Dayum! I don’t think I’ve ever seen Kibby this aggressive before. Shit is sexy. They need to do a replay of the way her boobies just bounced when she let Ember go.

David Wright: Jesus…

The fight continues as Kibby runs over to Ember and kicks her in the face. She then picks up the trash can that Ember fell into and empties the trash onto her. With that, Kibby slams the trash can down on Ember with fury. Buried under trash and steel, Ember groans, but that means nothing to Kibby. She quickly kicks the debris away and yanks Ember to her feet. The two women then begin exchanging blows as Kibby backs Ember up towards the stone steps. Kibby then superkicks Ember and sends her back crashing into the rock hard steps. She lies atop them feeling that her spine had been snapped in half. The crowd back in the Wachovia Center howls as though they feel her pain. Kibby continues her assault by savagely stomping away on Ember in every place her foot can reach until Ember catches her foot and forces it backwards, making Kibby fly back and land with her back right across that trash can. Kibby rolls off of it onto the floor and holds her back in agony. A broken and battered Ember spills from the steps onto the floor and begins a slow crawl towards KibbyD. Ember’s face is now covered in blood, displaying the amount of pain she is obviously in. She rolls Kibby onto her back and punches her square in the mouth twice. Ember then rakes her nails across Kibby’s face in an effort to scar her for life.

David Wright: Wow! What the hell?! This has to be as brutal as we’ve seen any women in PDW be thus far.

Ryde Rass: Including our bosses…with they crazy asses! But boooo…I still wanna see some damn blood!

It seems that Ryde Rass spoke too soon as blood pours from Kibby’s busted lip, but she still manages to get a shot in and punches the much more drained Ember in the nose. Kibby then uses her feet to shove Ember away from her and staggers to a standing position. As Ember is crouched over on all fours, Kibby then puts her boot to Embers face as if she is kicking a field goal and the blood spurts from Ember’s nose. Kibby doesn’t hesitate to grip her opponent up and throws her towards the train. Ember hits to floor with a smack and Kibby hauls her up by her hair and smashes her face first into the train. She pulls her back and attempts to do it again but Ember uses her hands to brace herself against the train and block Kibby’s try. Frustrated, Kibby tosses Ember to the side right in front of the door to the train which causes them to open. As Ember gets up on her hands and knees again, Kibby puts her foot on her ass and shoves her into the train. She then follows her inside and pulls her up. Kibby slams Embers head off of one of the metal bars and then throws her into a seat. With Ember propped up, Kibby drops her elbow onto her midsection and then stands back up. She drops her elbow onto Ember once again, this time going for her ribcage and connecting perfectly. She gets Ember to her feet and goes for another move but Ember surprises Kibby by booting her in the stomach and sending her sailing through the glass window of the train and back outside.

Ryde Rass: Oh shit! Looks like Ember is tired of getting her ass whooped! She just kicked the shit out of Kibby!

In a complete daredevil attempt, Ember climbs up onto a chair and dives out of the window, landing right on top of Kibby and hurting both of them with Kibby taking most of the impact. They both lie sprawled out and motionless for a moment before Ember begins to stir. A moment later Kibby does the same and the two of them start making their way to their feet. Ember kicks Kibby in an attempt to keep her down in vain. Kibby thrusts her palm into Ember’s already injured nose, making even more blood spray, and DDT’s her right there on the hard ground. The sound of Ember’s head hitting the ground echoes through the station loudly. She simply lies there, face flat on the floor. Kibby then grabs her by the hair again and uses whatever energy she can muster up to drag her by what’s left of her ponytail to the train. The doors open once again and Kibby slides Ember inside. She takes a step back and the turn shut. Kibby looks through the window to see Ember lying totally lifeless on the floor of the train. She then limps to the front of the train and bangs on the conductor’s window. The train slowly starts up and starts down the track.

David Wright: She did it! Kibby won! She’s our first Rising Star Champion!

Ryde Rass: Oh my goshie!

Back in the Wachovia Center, “Turn It Up” by Paris Hilton blares through the arena. Shara then hands Kibby her belt and she holds it close to her, cherishing the prize she worked so hard to claim.

Jacob DeSanto: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and PDW's first ever Rising Star Champion...KIBBYD!!!

David Wright: Hey Ryde I’m excited about this next match.

Ryde Rass: [Looks down at a stack of papers and then smiles] Oh yeah, the weapons match is next.

David Wright: Weapons match for the Notorious Destruction title.

Ryde Rass: [Exhales] Man, I can’t even imagine what’s going to go down between Ash Bombay and who’s the new guy?

David Wright: Jack Mehoff. I heard he’s got a lot to show for.

Ryde Rass: Either way we going to see some faces that we haven’t see and haven’t seen in a while.

David Wright: Ladies and gentlemen, hang onto your seats…this is one match you know you not going to be happy if you miss!

 

The camera fades in rapid as the crowd goes wild as we come back from a commercial. The scene cuts to the ring where four barrels are lined up in each corner. Jacob DeSanto and T.C. Payne stand together in the ring, riling up the audience. Nina is then spotted coming down the ramp with more weapons in a shopping cart bringing them to the ring.

Jacob DeSanto: Ladies and Gentlemen, our next match is for Notorious Destruction!

"One" by Metallica blares through out the arena as the lights go dark. Blue strobe lights fill the entranceway.

Jacob DeSanto: ... from Oklahoma City, Oklahoma ... standing 5 feet, 9 inches ... and weighing in at 220 pounds ... here is AAAAAAAASH BOMBAAAAAAAAAAY!!!

Ash Bombay steps out clad in blue parachute pants, with a white sash posing as a belt and black boots. He has no shirt on and is letting his white braided hair hang down in his face as he carries his trademark marble cane to the ring.


Bombay gives an arrogant strut towards the ring as he flashes his trusty half smile and blows kisses to the female admirers in the audience. He steps into the ring and gives a quick pose for the fans then he turns his attention to his opponent. Standing tall, Ash glares at the audience briefly, before closing his eyes to take in the rage portion of the song...


As if drawing power from the hateful energy of the song, Bombay's fists begin to shake with his own fury, to an explosive climax in which Bombay throws open his eyes and lets loose a bellowing war cry! Snarling, Bombay brings up his fists, showing that he is ready for battle. Moments later Bombay is spilling over the cans of weapon all over the ring.

David Wright: We got a lot of goodies in there, Ryde!

Ryde Rass: I know…Guitars, 2x 4s, Chairs.....is that a broken door?

David Wright: Holy crap! This can’t be good.

Jacob DeSanto: Currently in the ring, he hails from the Presidential suite of the Philadelphia Hilton for any hot ladies who may feel like living their fantasies instead of going home with their loser boyfriends. He weighs in tonight at five and one tenths of a pound. He is the man who answers the questions "Where's the beef?" and "Who's your daddy?" He is Jack Mehoff.

Truth or Dare by Nerd hits the speakers, and the fans start to boo as Jack Mehoff walks through the curtain wearing a black vest, and black tear away pants. He is joined by his co-stars Meso Horney, Xandra X. Xavier and Mallory Cox all of whom are wearing tight, revealing outfits. Jack makes his way down the isle ignoring the fans yelling things at him as he goes.

Jack climbs to the ring apron and helps his ladies up. Jack holds the middle rope and his ladies climb into the ring, giving the perverted camera man, a nice shot as they step through the ropes. Jack starts to enter the ring and puts one leg through the ropes and stops. He starts humping the second rope a few times then finally enters the ring. Jack stands mid ring, as Mallory Cox stands behind him and unbuttons his vest and rubs his chest for a second, before taking it off. Xandra and Meso Horney kneel down beside Jack and they each grab a side of Jacks pants and tear them off, leaving Jack wearing nothing but his wrestling boots, the tape around his wrists and a black thong. Most of the women in the crowd go nuts, while most of the men boo. His co-stars then slide out the ring and watch from the outside. Jack walks over to Jacob DeSanto and grabs the mic.

Jack: Yes, ladies, your greatest fantasy has finally come true. You finally get to see Jack Mehoff perform live, in the flesh and right in front of you. And if you're booing me, it's only for two reasons. It's because you know that you can never have me, or it's because you wish that you could be me. And while this may be a dream come true for many of you, tonight is nothing but a nightmare for Ash Bombay. Ash, I'm not going to wait for you and we're starting this ass kicking right now.

Jack drops the mic. The curtain moves and a few seconds later, and an Ash Bombay comes flying through the entrance and into the ring. Jack starts putting the boots to him, and it apparent that it's not Ash Bombay Jack is beating up, it's really just the impersonator Jack used in his movie. Jack throws the impersonator out of the ring. The impersonator grabs the mic before falling.

Ash impersonator: Anyone wanna sell me some crack?

The crowd begins to laugh and wasting no time, the real Ash Bombay becomes angry and moves quickly moves towards him, slamming one of the barrels against his chest. Mehoff stumbles backward and Bombay quickly snatches a guitar near his feet and cracks it to pieces against Mehoff’s head. Mehoff then falls against the ropes and Bombay swings a slim metal chair across his face, sending him over the ropes and Mehoff falls outside the ring. Bombay then jumps off the turnbuckle, just as Mehoff tries to pick himself back up and cracks a 2x4 across his head.

Ryde Rass: Jack Mehoff is talking a beating.

David Wright: I’m not so sure, he keeps getting back up.

Ryde Rass: Bombay is fierce!

The crowd goes crazy and Ash Bombay nods at the approval. Jack Mehoff wipes his face with his hand and pursues Bombay. Mehoff grabs Bombay by his hair and slams his face to the turnbuckle. Mehoff grabs him again and shoves him back into the ring, then jumping back in, himself. Mehoff then retaliates and tosses a barrel against Bombay’s head. Mehoff then scans the ring with his eyes and picked up a piece of the broken door by the handle. He chucks it down against Bombay’s shoulders and Bombay starts to bleed, as he sent to the floor. Mehoff continues and stomps on Bombay’s back.

David Wright: Jack Mehoff just reversed the beating!

Ryde Rass: I heard that fool has many tricks….Guess he’s showing them all now.

Mehoff then grabs Bombay and lifts him up for a few seconds and throws him over the ropes. Bombay lands like a rock on the outside floor. Mehoff chuckles to himself as his slides out of the ropes once more. Bombay gets to his feet and is now trying to reach for a crate hanging over on the outside of the ring. Mehoff interferes and tries to take the crate away from him. The two fight over the crate and finally Bombay gets control and breaks the box against Mehoff’s head. Bombay then grabs Mehoff by the neck and throws him over the guard rail. The crowd is going insane and Mehoff quickly gets to his feet. He signals with his hands for Bombay to follow.

David Wright: What is he doing?

Ryde Rass: I think they are taking the fight outside.

David Wright: Out side?!

Ryde Rass: Yeah the camera is following, we have full coverage.

David Wright: This is insane….

Bombay follows behind Mehoff as they walk off to the front lot of the arena. The crowd is jumping up and down cheering as security pushes them back. Bombay and Mehoff lock up and Mehoff takes the lead and slams Bombay’s head against a parked PDW truck. He grabs Bombay and jerks him over to the unloading garage door and slams him against the metal door. Bombay bounces off the door and Mehoff catches him. They engage in a lock. Someone passes Bombay a chair and he takes advantage and slams it down on Mehoff.

Bombay grabs Mehoff and slams him face first against the metal door. Mehoff bounces off and Bombay grips him again by the neck dragging him back towards the arena. Mehoff tries to break the hold but Bombay supplex Mehoff down on the street ground. Mehoff quickly recovers and gets back onto his feet. He grabs Bombay and slams his body against a parked mini-van. Bombay becomes enraged and shoots a punch at Mehoff. Mehoff ducks and punches Bombay back twice.

Bombay stumbles and his whole body is laid against the van. Mehoff wraps his arm and locks it around Bombay’s neck. Mehoff takes Bombay back to the arena. The crowd clears the way and Bombay is trying desperately to fight him off. Back inside the arena, Mehoff brings Bombay close to the ring. He throws Bombay against the ring and bend down to grab a steel chair. As Bombay looks Mehoff’s way, he is hit with the chair. Bombay steps back and grabs a steel pan and bashes Mehoff in the face with it.

Bombay then throws Mehoff into the ring under the last rope. As they climb in Bombay reaches for a steel box and hits Mehoff with it. Bombay runs to the other side of the ring and is handed another steel box and throws it at Mehoff. Just as Bombay begins to approach Mehoff, he is cut off and Mehoff his him back with a large steel pan. Mehoff picks up a 2x4 and smashes Bombay with it causing him to lays across the mat.

Bombay fight to get back to his feet and Mehoff hurls a barrel at him. Mehoff leans down and picks Bombay back to his feet. Bombay then kicks Mehoff in the groin. Bombay goes towards the other side of the ring and picks up a guitar. He brings the guitar in his hand and grabs Mehoff. He swings Mehoff and throws him across the ring. Mehoff bounces back and Bombay swings, shattering the guitar against Mehoff.

Ryde Rass: Damn that was crucial.

David Wright: This match should be double the amount for tonight’s PPV.

Ryde Rass: Damn right. Bombay and Mehoff are neck and neck going back and forth with each other.

Mehoff lays on the ground motionless and Bombay goes to grab a cement block and a baseball bat. He places the cement block on top of Mehoff’s stomach. T.C. is on the side by where Mehoff’s face is and she is talking to him. Bombay raises the baseball bat in the air above the cement block but is attacked from behind by Xandra. Bombay whips around and grabs her by the neck, hoisting her in the air. Meso Horney enters the ring and flashes Bombay her goods, while Mehoff rolls away. Bombay becomes distracted, dropping Xandra and approaches Meso. Meso flees the ring and Bombay is struck by a baseball bat from Xandra. Bombay stumbles backwards and Xandra flees the ring. Mehoff approaches Bombay and beats a large Stop sign against his head three times, sending Bombay to the floor. Jack walks over to a dazed Ash and picks him up in the air and hits him with a jaw breaker. Ash grabs his jaw in pain.

Ash is down on the mat as Jack grabs a string of anal beads. Jack starts uring them to choke Ash.

Jack grabs a Jill Kelly inflatable love doll with a life like, hard plastic head. Jack grabs it by its feet and swings it at Ash, hitting him in the head with the dolls head. Ash goes down and Jack puts the dolls head over Ashes groin. Meso Horny tosses Jack a chair and Jack holds it over his head.

Jack: Ash wants to get head.

Jack swings the chair and hits the doll in the head, driving the dolls head right into Ashes groin. Ash looks like he's going into convulsions as every man in the arena including Jack groans as they feel Ashes pain.

Ash has control of the match, and Jack is in bad shape. Ash signals that he's going for the G Spot Fantasy when Meso Horney and Kelly Goodhead stand on the ring apron and start making out, distracting the referee, Ash and every male in the building. From behind Mallory Cocks nails Ash with a low blow. Jack grabs a yellow yield sign and slams it down on Bombay, but he rolls away!

Ryde Rass: Now that’s what I’m talking about! TITTIES!

David Wright: Now Ryde that was clearly a distraction.

Ryde Rass: But they were still fun to look at.

Bombay hops to his feet and superkick Mehoff to the chest. Mehoff hits the turnbuckle and Bombay grabs a metal rod and slams it down on Mehoff, hitting his shoulder. Mehoff falls onto his knees in pain. Bombay sets him up and executes a piledriver. BOOM! mehoff is on the mat and Bombay flips him over for the pin.

One...

Two...

Three!

Jacob DeSanto: Your winner and Notorious Destruction holder.....ASH BOMBAY!

Ryde Rass: Holy crap I thought Mehoff had that!

David Wright: And ladies and gentlemen, this has been a fanatical event! 

The scene takes place backstage by the refreshment stand as London is there chatting with Erik Harris as the camera and sound come up closer between the two.

Kindred London: Yeah most definitely man, ... dude is crazy.

Erik Harris: Nah, the craziest thing is seeing you with that huge-ass monster truck last week, going over Star's vehicle.

London shrugged a bit, as it was considerably old news.

Kindred London: Yeah, it was a good moment, but as I said, ... it was old. She needed an upgrade anyways. Just helping 'Sis' out ... you know

Erik slightly nodded as he took a swig of his Mountain Dew.

Erik Harris: But about Farah and Star ...

London nodded on as he leaned on the wall behind him.

Kindred London: Indeed bro. Like you said, I got yours ... you got mines. But ... I'm going to see if I can somehow patch up a small dent.

Erik looked confused to what London was talking about.

Kindred London: You obviously know me and Star. True, what I did to Star's car, was a bit out of hand, ... I should've took it to that bitch-ass Matthew's car. However, you'll see what I'm talking about in a little while.

Erik Harris: Oh ... I get it!

London nods slightly.

Kindred London: Yeah, but about Tank and Farah man, if that bulky, skinned-head dude comes back in sight, I'll use my tactics to help you out.

Harris came over and extended his hand as London shook his hand, mending somewhat of a bond. London looks around, as he looks back at Harris.

Kindred London: Well, I'm gonna head back to the locker room and chill for a bit, so I can concentrate on the main event.

Erik Harris: Aight bro ... thanks again ... and Good Luck!

With that London walked on off, holding the "Peace" sign in the air, as Erik finished off his Mountain Dew before the scene fades off, redirecting back to the ringside area.

Earlier in the night...

A view of the backstage area comes in and you are moving throughout. You can see that you are able to make out that "The X-Rated Icon" Dynamic Dynamite is walking down the hall with OG Thug and Derrick Dynamite. They approach the locker room of Sinful Ambition much like they did a few weeks ago. Dynamic reaches into his pocket and pulls out his tazer as he charges it... Waiting outside of the room you see that Vincent Banks and Ember both leave the room as they walk a bit down the hallway towards catering. As they do the door doesn't close all of the way as Dynamic and the other two start to walk in...

Nightmare: What did you forget Vincent?

A sinister laugh cause Nightmare to change his way of thinking as he whips his head around and he is caught with a boot to the face from Derrick Dynamite. Dynamic now sweeps in and jabs the tazer to the midsection of the momentarily stunned Nightmare and he just leaves the tazer sticking to him as OG and Derrick stand at the door to make sure no one comes in.

"The X-Rated Icon" Dynamic Dynamite: Bring that damn chain you piece of crap! I'll use it to hang you from the fucking lights! And get ready to get electrocuted like the little bitch you are!

Removing the tazer Dynamic spits right where he had the weapon just a moment prior.

Ryde Rass: This next match is going to be off the hook.

David Wright: You mean on the table?

Ryde Rass: With fire! The next match is an Inferno table match.

David Wright: This is going to be hectic to see.

Ryde Rass: Someone is going to end up in the hospital, I know that.

David Wright: Look they are setting it up in the ring now.

Jacob DeSanto and T.C. Paine appear on the scene and brings a slim wooden table into the ring, above the ropes. They angle it towards the corner for enough room. T.C. then sprays a liquid onto a rag and then passes the rag over the table. Jacob then walks over to it and lights a match. He puts it against the table and it lights up in flames.

T.C. then stands to the side as she checks to make sure the extinguishers were on the sides. Jacob then moves to the middle of the ring with the microphone in his hands.

Jacob DeSanto: Ladies and Gentlemen, coming to this match right now weighing in at 223lbs from Baton Rouge, LA. Please welcome….BRANDON CLAYBORNE!

The arena lights go dim and the video screen comes to life with a view of wolves as they growl. They howl and then charge looking as though they were about to leap off the screen at the crowd. Explosions go off as “Smoke on the Water” by ACDC begins to play. Another wolf is shown leaping at someone as the words "Natural Born Thrilla" show on the screen with what looks like blood dripping from the letters before switching to a view of Brandon Clayborne standing in what was a wall of fire.

Arianna Clayborne walks out from the back dressed in a pair of long black boots that came all the way up to her knee, black pants and a black sport bra all covered with a trench coat similar to Brandon's accept it buttoned just above her waist and was free flowing. She is followed close behind by Brandon Clayborne who walks out from the back moving along with the beat of the music. Brandon stands on the entrance ramp and shrugs his shoulders just as fireworks shoot out from the stage going left to right and then back to the left again.

He places his forearm on Arianna's right shoulder as she looks over toward him. A wolf howling is heard over the music as Arianna pats Brandon on his jaw, shoves his forearm off her shoulder and then begins to walk toward the ring. Brandon begins making his way toward the ring as well but soon turns all the way around and walks backwards for just a few steps as he gets a bit of a cocky smirk on his face.

The video screen shows Brandon in various matches and then shows a close up of Brandon's face covered in blood then shows his name flashing on and off as he slides in the ring. Brandon gets to his feet and holds the ropes open allowing Arianna to step into the ring before shrugging his shoulders once more before dropping to one knee in the corner and pulling Arianna close causing her to sit on his bent knee He and Arianna look at each other before Brandon winks at the crowd as fireworks shoot off once more. Brandon gets to his feet and gets ready for his match as Arianna takes her place in his corner.

Ryde Rass: Don’t not a smart place to have that girl.

David Wright: Yeah, there’s not that much room in the ring and she’s his manager.

Ryde Rass: Well that’s her dumb behind staying so close.

Jacob DeSanto: And now facing him tonight standing 6’0 tall and weighing 180lbs from Atlanta, Georgia…..please welcome VINCENT BANKS!

"Leather So Soft" By Lil Wayne blasts through the speakers, Vincent walks out wearing dark sunglasses with a red flag hanging from his back pocket. He stands at the entrance with a smirk on his face as he notices Brandon Clayborne standing in the ring with his hands on his hip. Vincent takes his time as he walks down the ramp. The crowd cheers and jumps out their chairs. He gives a couple of fans, high fives until he reaches the arena.

He climbs on the ropes and hops inside the ring seeing Brandon face to face. Brandon starts off by shoving Vincent against the turnbuckle. Brandon steps back and gives him a super kick to his chest. Vincent stumbled backwards once more but recovers. Vincent puts his Brandon’s head between his legs and hooks his arms. Then, while keeping his Brandon’s head in place with his legs, Vincent jumps up and drops down, sending Brandon crashing into the mat. Vincent grabs Brandon by the back and tosses him over towards the flaming table but Brandon only falls next to it.

Ryde Rass: Holy crap!

David Wright: Did you see that?

Ryde Rass: That was way too close.

David Wright: I don’t think this match is going to take that much time.

Vincent turns around and throws his hands up as the crowd cheers for him. Brandon quickly gets to his feet and charges back towards Vincent kicks him in the back of the head. Vincent moves forwards instantly against the ropes and turns around and runs towards Brandon.

Brandon grabs Vincent and executes a tornado DDT. But they both stumbled backwards as this move is completely making them both land near the table. They both looked in shock as how they gotten close and they directed their attention to each other. As they scramble to their feet they lock up with each other.

David Wright: Look how close they are fighting next to that thing!

Ryde Rass: Someone wants to end this soon.

David Wright: It’s so hard to look!

Brandon gains control and throws Vincent against the ropes, then as Vincent comes back Brandon sends him down with a lariat. Vincent springs back to his feet and punches Brandon in the stomach causing him to double over. Vincent throws him against the ropes and hits him with a clothesline.

Brandon is down on the floor and Vincent begins to stomp on his stomach. Vincent looks over at the flaming table and smiles. He bends down and then performs and elbow drop against Brandon’s upper chest and shoulder. Brandon flinches in pain.

Vincent then walks away and riles up the crowd with his hands. The crowd is jumping out of their seats cheering him on.

Ryde Rass: Damn he’s really feeling the crowd.

David Wright: He needs to throw Brandon over the table already.

Ryde Rass: He’s trying to torture him a bit.

Brandon tries to get to his feet as he hoists himself with the ropes. Vincent turns to notice his opponent and begins to run towards him. Vincent grabs Brandon’s head and sends him to the mat. Vincent glares down at his opponent and flips him over. Brandon kicks him in the face and sends him backwards. Brandon rolls back over onto his knees and pushes himself off the floor.

Vincent is on his toes and walks back up to Brandon. Brandon turns around and swings a punch but is short a couple of inches. Vincent then grabs Brandon by the neck and lifts him in the air. Vincent then walks over to the table holding Brandon up in higher.

Ryde Rass: He’s going to end it with a chokeslam!

David Wright: Oh this is it right over the table.

Vincent slams Brandon down on the table. The table snaps and the flames cover Brandon’s body. Vincent steps backwards and smiles at his victory. T.C. and Tank rush into the ring with extinguishers. They spray it over Brandon sending clouds of smoke all over the ring. 

Jacob DeSanto: Your winner tonight! .......VINCENT BANKS!

“Leather so soft” by Lil’ Wayne begins to play. Vincent walks over the turnbuckle and climbs onto the ropes. He throws his hands out and gives the audience a large smile and throws his hands up in the air once more. The crowd cheers and whistles for him. Vincent then hops over the ring and walks up the ramp, waving to his fans as he makes his exit.

Ryde Rass: Damn David..After witnessing that Inferno match, I'm a bit scurred about the upcoming one man.

David Wright: Get over it..This night has all ready proved that PDW is going to be one of the most recognized wrestling company's out there today Ryde. We all ready crowned a new Rising Star champion, and the Notorious Destruction champion in matches that we wont be forgetting any time soon either.

Ryde Rass: That's right, but most importantly we crowned one sexy ass bish to go against the Rising Star championship Ryde.

David Wright: Get your mind out of the gutter Ryde. Up next we gonna have Julian Dark vs. Erik Harris, a feud that has been building up backstage over one of our bosses.

Ryde Rass: Well, can you really blame em for wanting to tap that ass? Farah is one fine woman, and any man would want a piece of that David..well, excluding you cause we all know you into Nightmare.

David Wright: I wont even answer that. Farah, has been the cause of the whole thing from the start, and last week things got out of hand when Erik Harris attacked her inside her very own office.

Ryde Rass: Something that didn't sit well with Julian and now things are going to be settled in a Strap Match.

"Maneater" By Nelly Furtado blasts through the arena. And the crowd get up to their feet, with a lot of the women doing the booing and most of the men in the arena cheering their lungs out for the seductive vixen about to step out of the curtains.

Ryde Rass: Oh Shit...

David Wright: What is Farah doing out? I thought she said she wasn't going to interfere in the match?

The song plays loud and clear and with boos and different chants for the self-proclaimed "Glam Queen" of the world. Finally making her presence known to the crowd the devilish diva comes out from the back sporting a long black robe, she smiles and waves to the crowd she poses in the entrance way. Then with a smirk on her face she looks and signals to the crowd before starting to strut her stuff like if she was in a Paris runway show.

Ryde Rass: She sure as hell looks good coming down here anyway.

Farah can be shown stopping occasionally to flip her hair to the back as well to throw some kisses at some of the male fans in the audience. As she gets closer to the ring she calls for the camera to do a close up on her face as she stands there for them to take some good shots of her gorgeous figure before climbing the steel steps toward the inside of the ring. She walks over to the ropes and seductively slides between them, finally entering the ring where she begins to grind her body too a lot of the crowds enjoyment. Farah then walks over to Jacob and without looking at him snaps the mic of his hands, she signals for both Jacob and T.C to exit the ring as she stands in the middle of it with a sly smile on her face, and you knew something was up.

Farah: Now I know that this hell of a town has never seen what a true woman looks like, so me coming out here must be quite shocking to you all right.

Farah Laughs as the crowd begin to boo her.

Farah: But in all seriousness, I mean have you taken a good look at your women? It's like even a bitch with the entire pamphlet of STD in her is a better choice than being with any of the women in this town!

Farah looks at the crowd disgusted and then continues.

Farah: Now I can go on all day talking about how skanky and nasty all of you are, but I have more important things to take care of..Like Erik Harris for example, He thought that what you did to me a week ago was going to be left unpunished? Well, Ja ja...that shit does not fly well with me my dear, you see I booked this match because I know for a certain fact that my man, my Julian is going to take your ass out

She snaps her fingers.

Farah: Just like that. You messed with the wrong woman when you decided to get a little cam happy and start recording me doing private..well, not so private things with Julian in the parking lot. And yes I am not shy about my body at all because lets face it I have one of the sexiest..If not the greatest body in PDW, and the entire freaking world.

The crowd boos as she smiles and flicks her hair wildly around the ring.
 
Farah: Last week you and your sister laid their fingers on me..the woman who pays you, the woman who gave you that job when she knew you were nothing but some pathetic Mountain Dew drinking fool! (smiling) so tonight..on Crimson Incantations you will see a Strap Match, and you'll see what true payback is when Julian kicks the living daylights out of you.

She walks to a corner post and looks out to the crowd loving every moment of being in that ring.

Farah: Now I knew this was going to be a very important match, so I took it upon myself to make sure that everything goes smoothly and nothing happens that will fuck up this match, so me being the greatest boss in the world has taken upon herself to make sure..Personally, that it does.

Farah smiles for the audience and then takes off her robe to reveal the skimpiest Referee outfit that anyone has ever seen. Farah then flicks her hair to the back and looks out to the crowd.

Farah: So I'm going to Referee it, Announce it and just pretty much glam it up with my presence!..don't you just love that?

The crowd begin to boo the boss, and Farah just smiles at them like the devilish vixen that she is before walking to a corner.

The scene opens up to show Savon Sem standing next to Mike Ryba. He is in his wrestling gear and his face shows that of determination, with a hint of nervousness. Savon brings the mic to her mouth and then begins to speak.

Savon: Tonight is the night. In just a few short moments you will walk out to that ring and be a part of PDW history, as the final match of the tournament will crown the Platinum champion. But before that...I want to ask you this one question. Why did you choke out Erik Harris in his match?

Ryba smirked as he continued to look down, he looked to Savon and then chuckled.

Ryba: Why? Hell Savon...if I didn't choke him out, a better question would have been 'why didn't I?'

He gently grabbed her by the wrist and brought the mic up to his mouth more.

Ryba: You see...Erik Harris is nothing more but a pain in the ass. He is like that gnat at the family barbecue…just bugging the fuck out of everyone. I would be in my locker room, relaxing. Or I would be in a conversation with someone. And next thing you know the locker room door flies open and in waltzes Willy Wonka as if he is my buddy and pal. I had one nice conversation with him...ONE! I would poke fun at him and he would still meet me with a smile. It got to the point where it made me sick to my god damn stomach.

Ryba let go of her wrist as it stayed steady. He proceeded to rub his chin and smiled.

Ryba: And as you saw...it got to the point where I felt like giving him a reality check. To show him that in this reality, not everyone is going to smile at that basket case and try to be his buddy. To show him that no one cares about what he drinks, what he eats, or what Partridge Family clothes he wears. Hopefully he now has learned his lesson, and will avoid me in the back like a good boy.

Savon gets a questionable look on her face as she looks to Ryba. Ryba squints his eyes and raises his shoulders.

Ryba: What? What now?

Savon: Well...there are actually two things that are floating about..

Ryba motioned with his hand in a "like" manner.

Savon: Well, seeing as Amaya used to date your cousin. And we-

Ryba: To be honest with you, I wouldn't even turn a cheek to fart because of that, let alone run out there and smack Harris around for my cousin. If anything, I would have opened an exit door, let my cousin in here and let him beat the hell out of the Cream of Wheat guy himself. But my cousin doesn't want to, as it isn't even worth his time. So...your next assumption there bruised chin..

Savon arches her brows at Ryba's comment, referring to the bruise she received after being kicked by Jake Matthews.

Savon: Well...it seemed like you went out there just to help Farah..

Ryba squints his eyes and simply shakes his head gently.

Ryba: You know, this is how rumors start. You guys are like a poorly run tabloid. I started running out there way before that, and it just so happened that Harris' back was turned to me when I rolled into the ring. Even if he hit her before I got into the ring, it wouldn't have changed the outcome of him laying on his back.

Savon: Well it ju-

Ryba: Savon..you need not worry sweetheart. No need to be jealous..

Savon: But I am not je-

Ryba: Now onto the Main Event.

Ryba looks to the camera with a stern look on his face now.

Ryba: I have said what I wanted to say. I told Kindred what I think of him, as well as the other two that are in there. They know what they must do to stop me, and whether they want to do that or not is totally up to them. I will make this perfectly clear...I will not stop fighting tonight until they leave me lifeless. Because if I have an ounce of life in me, I will be fighting to climb that ladder and grab that belt. Now I thank you for your time Savon...wish me luck, we will party afterwards.

Ryba winks and gives her a gun point as he walks off the shot.

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Jacob DeSanto: Coming to the ring, standing 6’0 and 205lbs and also coming from Atlanta, Georgia….NIGHTMARE!

The lights dim as “Money in the Bank” By Lil Scrappy hits the speakers, Nightmare makes his away from behind the curtain taunting to the screaming female and male fans in the audience, and he makes his way down the ramp until he reaches the bottom.

He turns and points at the curtains and out walks Princess and Mercedes, the cheers get even louder as the two walk down the ramp smiling and waving to the people in the audience, they meet up with Nightmare and accompany him to the ring, Nightmare slides in the ring leaving Mercedes and Princess standing outside. He bounces of each rope as he awaits his opponent.

Jacob DeSanto: And now seeing him tonight, standing in 6’7 and weighing 275lbs and is coming from St. Louis Missouri….DYNAMIC DYNAMITE!

"Sick" by 100 Proof starts to play over the PA system as the people in attendance start to realize who is coming out to the ring. The spotlights meet up at the entrance ramp, and you can see walking out of the curtains is the entourage of Dynamic Dynamite in, Carmen Hayes, Jada Fire, Vanessa Blue, Candace Von, and Derrick Dynamite.

As they wait then you see OG Thug come out and he is followed by "Mr. X-Rated" Dynamic Dynamite the one and only "X-Rated Icon". Wearing his fur coat and sued hat you can see the crowd boo as Dynamic and his entourage walk to the ring with little to no problems as they are just nonchalant about everything. Entering into the ring Dynamic and the others act as egotistical.

Dynamic removed his coat and throws it outside the ring. Nightmare chuckles as he keeps his eyes on Dynamic. T.C. blows her whistle so they can engage into the fight. Both Nightmare and Dynamic meet in the middle and lock up. They both struggle until Nightmare gains controls. Nightmare stomps on Dynamic foot and he yells in pain. Nightmare then connects with a stiff heel kick to the side of the face of Dynamic who stumbles back from the hit, Nightmare proceeds to nail in a closed fist to the ribs of Dynamic before bouncing of the ropes with a flying lariat. Nightmare now goes to work on Dynamic by getting in some punches to the side of his head, he then gets off him and slides to the outside of the ring where he takes out a chair from under. He slides it inside and then quickly follows, by now Dynamic was groogly getting up to his feet and didn't see that Nightmare had a chair in his hands. he turns around now and then gets planted with the chair on his head.

Ryde Rass: Holy shit..that was brutal!

David Wright: You clearly heard it from here, Dynamic is going to need medical attention after this match.

Ryde Rass: I guess all Nightmare needed was a drink to get his killing streak on this match.

Nightmare now raises the chair up on the air and brings it back down to the limp body of Dynamic. then he proceeds to place the chair on top of DD and climbs to the top of the ropes. He then flips his body and connects on Dynamic hard with a Swanton Bomb taking out the air of the other. Next, Nightmare next raises to his feet and nails some kicks to the backside of Dynamic. He then places his body on top of Dynamic going for a choke hold, but Dynamic manages to flip over Nightmare to the other side. Although this still didn't take out Nightmare from the game as he Irish whips himself to the ropes and comes back with a front face dropkick to the face of Dynamic. Dynamis quickly holds his chin in pain while Nightmare gets up, following that he picks up Dynamic and sends him to the ropes. Dynamic lands on the corner hard then Nightmare gets on top of him with hard punches to the forehead with the fans joining in as each punch is being delivered...

.1..2..3..4...5...6...7...8 but right before the 9 count Dynamic sends Nightmare down off him. This allows Dynamic to get some air inside his lungs before going to work on Nightmare. He bounces off the ropes to connect in a knee smash to the face of Nightmare who was getting up from the ground at that moment. Dynamic now picks up Nighmare off the ground floor by the neck, he sends him to the corner and goes to foot choke him for a couple of seconds before placing him on the top rope. Dynamic first lays in some punches to the face of Nightmare before climbing to the second ropes. He still has a tight grip on the neck of Nightmare. Although Nightmare now gets in an elbow to the side of the head of DD trying to get himself free from the hold, but Dynamic retaliates by headbutting him almost sending him crashing to the outside, Although didn't as Dynamic still had hold of the neck of Nightmare. Finally now using the ropes Dynamic executes an Elevated Choke slam causing a loud thud to come out after the backside of Nightmare connected with the mat floor.

Ryde Rass: GOD DAMN!

Dynamic now quickly gets to his feet and picks up the chair that was still laid in the ring. He takes it up and brings it back down with force in the rib cage of Nightmare. Nightmare holds on to his stomach from the pain, but Dynamic seems crazed and continues laying in the table on the ribs hard. Finally having enough he picks up Nightmare from the ground floor...Nightmare though starts to cough up blood from all the hits he took, but still manages to elbow Dynamic in the face and throws him against the ropes. Dynamic bounces against the ropes and holds out his arm for a clothesline. But Nightmare ducks it and Dynamic bounces on the other side of the ring, only to come back and meet with Nightmare’s arm. Dynamic stumbles back. Nightmare now climbs the second rope and tries to nail in a spinning kick from it, but Dynamic gets his boot up and slams it in the face of Nightmare. Dynamic then proceeds to pick up Nightmare from the ground and executes a perfect running powerbomb sending Nightmare to the outside.

David Wright: I'm..I'm not sure Nightmare is going to get up after that!

Ryde Rass: I think he might be dead.

Nightmare looks knocked out cold, and Dynamic just smiles from inside the ring. Next he goes to the outside while searching the bottom of the ring, he finds what he was looking taking it out from under. The crowd now cheer as he begins to place a table on the outside of the ring and then puts on top of it the limp body of Nightmare. Dynamic then goes back inside, he climbs all the way to the top and looks to connect with an elbow drop on Nightmare, but just before he does...Nightmare moves out of the way, and Dynamic meets TABLE! The crowd get in a chant of Holy shit as both men are laid out on the outside floor. Finally now after a couple of minutes Nightmare manages to get to his feet first. He looks to the downed Dynamic and gets on the ropes, he leaps with a springboard moonsault on Dynamic for good measure. Nightmare then gets in a kick to the midsection of DD before sliding him inside the ring. Dynamic now groogily gets to his feet and attemps a boot to the face, but Nightmare catches him and pokes the eyes of Dynamic, he then executes a Pedigree sending Dynamic to the mat face first hard. Dynamic rolls over in pain and Nightmare picks him back on his feet. Nightmare then pretends to dust Dynamic off for a few seconds and then grabs him by his shoulders slamming him against the turnbuckle hard. Dynamic’s back collides against the turnbuckle and he begins to slip. Nightmare takes his opponent into the vertical suplex position, but instead of dropping him backwards, Nightmare drops Dynamic straight down on his head.

Ryde Rass: Damn Dynamic is making love to the mat!

David Wright: Nightmare is beating on him and it looks like he’s not going to let up on him either.

Ryde Rass: Matthews needs to get out there and give Dynamic a miracle!

David Wright: I don’t think Matthews cares about this match.

Ryde Rass: That’s not the point!

Nightmare leans down to go for the pin, but Dynamic elbow him in the chin. Nightmare falls back and Dynamic moves to his side. He sweeps his foot across, tripping Nightmare. Nightmare falls down on his rear and Dynamic grabs him at his knees. Nightmare chuckles as he puckers his lips towards him and motions with his head over Dynamic’s head a sexual gesture. Dynamic freaks and falls backwards. Nightmare laughs and takes the moment to his advantage and gets to his feet.

Dynamic gives him a glare and walks up to him giving him the boot then bringing Nightmare’s stomach to his knee. The smile is quickly wiped away from Nightmare’s face as he doubles over in pain. Dynamic grabs a hold of Nightmare and flips backward executing a suplex. Both Nightmare and Dynamic quickly gets back to their feet. Nightmare sprints towards Dynamic but is caught and then comes down in a power slam. The crowd ohhhhh and gasps.

David Wright: Guess we spoke too soon!

Ryde Rass: There’s no telling what could go down in this match after all we've seen from it!

Dynamic pick Nightmare back up and performs a piledriver. Dynamic then gets Nightmare in a armbreaker position. Nightmare clenches his teeth in pain. T.C. runs over to them and kneels down by them.

Dynamic Dynamite: Give it up.

Nightmare: No……

Nightmare squirms in pain as Dynamic increases the pressure. Nightmare struggles as he thinks quickly. He puts his free arm under him lifting his and Dynamic’s body up. Nightmare falls back down and Dynamic puts more pressure. Nightmare screams in pain. Dynamic smiles as he continues the hold. Suddenly Dynamic is struck by an object.

Ryde Rass: What the hell is that?

David Wright: Is that a weapon?

Ryde Rass: Oh snap….that was from the weapons match from earlier tonight.

David Wright: It’s the butt of a guitar and it someone from the crowd hit Dynamic in the head!

Dynamic lets go of his grip and falls to the side after being hit in the head. Nightmare arms snaps back and he rolls over to his side grabbing his arm. Nightmare tries to gain focused and gets to his feet. Dynamic comes to, moments later and sees Nightmare back on his feet. Dynamic pounds on the mat and rushes to his feet. Nightmare stretches his arm back and forth and then continues to take on Dynamic.

Nightmare jumps up and hooks his legs around his Dynamic’s neck. Nightmare then does a 360 backwards, forcing his Dynamic to do a front somersault. Dynamic hits the mat with impact. Nightmare climbs to the ropes and executes a swanton bomb! Nightmare grabs one of the Dynamic’s legs, and places the Dynamic’s ankle between his thighs. Nightmare then lays on top of the Dynamic’s back and locks his arms around the his head. He pulls back stretching the Dynamic’s back, neck, and knee. Dynamic is now flaring his arms and screaming in pain.

T.C. moves back towards them to hear him give up.

Nightmare: Now who’s going to give it up. Say it!

Dynamic pounds the mat and yells in pain. He struggles and squirms but Nightmare has a complete hold. Little by little Nightmare pulls on him harder and harder. Until Dynamic finally puts his head up and yells.

Dynamic Dynamite: I QUIT!

Nightmare finally releases the hold and raises his hands to his feet as T.C walks over to him to hold it up.

Jacob DeSanto: Here is your winner...SEAN...NIGHTMARE....WILLIAMS!!!

Ryde Rass: That was one hell of a match.

David Wright: I have to agree with you there Nightmare, but I doubt that this will be the last time that these two face each other after tonight.

The camera cuts backstage as we see Jake Matthews walking the halls in search for Star. He passes a couple of locker rooms and we see a figure come out of the shadows behind him. The figure approaches him and breaks a 2x4 across Matthews’ head. Matthews then drops to the floor instantly.

The figure dress in all black then lets out a female sounding chuckle. The figure then kicks Matthews in the ribs repeatedly about four times. Matthews growls in pain. The sound of a bottle open is heard and the figure pours green fluid over him.

“Yeah, I just know how much you love doing the dew, bitch.”

The figure drops the bottle next to Matthews’ head and runs off.

Jacob DeSanto: It is now time for HELL IN A CELL!!!!!!!!!! Introducing first hailing from Houston Texas and weighing in at 328 pounds PRIEST!!!!!!!!!!!!

Passive by A Perfect Circle hits the PA system. As Priest steps onto the stage, the crowd gives him a mixed reaction. Stopping in the middle of the ramp, Priest glares into the crowd with a sinister smile. As the opening guitar riffs start to kick in, the lights in the arena flicker on and off as flaming pyros go off. After a couple seconds, Priest twist his neck to crack his spine and heads down the ramp. Once he gets to the ring, he removes his black sunglasses and taunts tossing them into the crowd, but doesn't. He sees a child walks over to him, and acts like he's going to give it to him. But instead of giving them to the child, he drops them to the floor and stomps on them.

Jacob DeSanto: And his opponent in this gruesome contest, Hailing from Brixton, England Rayne “The Enigma” YOUNG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The bell rings and Rayne goes right after Priest , nailing him with rights and lefts. Priest answers back with a few stiff right hands o his own , backing Rayne up and then clotheslines Rayne over the top rope and down to the arena floor. Priest goes out after Rayne. He goes to whip Rayne into the cage but Rayne stops just short of the cage. Priest charges in after Rayne but runs into a low blow by Rayne. Priest drops to his knees and Rayne starts to rake Priest’s head back and forth across the cage. You hear Pries t yell out in pain as Rayne begins looking for weapons under the ring. Rayne pulls out a steel chair and goes to nail, Priest with it as he gets to his feet. Priest manages to kick the chair back into Rayne’s face. Rayne drops the chair and groggily rolls back into the ring. Priest slow climbs up on the ring apron. Rayne grabs the ropes and tries to slingshot Priest into the ring but Priest reverses it, sling shooting Rayne out of the ring and right into the side of the cage

David Wright: Oh My God. Did you just see that

Ryde Rass: Now if that isn’t Power I don’t know what is

David Wright: I believe Rayne is busted open. Yes Rayne has been busted open.

Priest grabs Rayne and lifts him up on his shoulder. He charges toward the ring post trying to send Rayne head first but Rayne manages to drop off of Priest’s shoulders and send him head first into the ring post. Priest staggers away as Rayne drops to his knees. Priest rolls into the ring and then reaches over the top rope, pulling Rayne up onto the ring apron. Rayne grabs Priest by the head and drops down off the ring apron, snapping Priest’s neck off the top rope.. Priest staggers around as Rayne slowly climbs to the top rope. Rayne leaps off , nailing Priest with a moonsault that finally takes Priest off his feet. He staggers to his feet, reaches I his tights and pulls out a piece of rope then begins choking Priest with it. Priest struggles to breathe and manages to get to his feet with Rayne on his back. He runs backwards slamming Rayne into the corner causing Rayne to break the choke, then lifts Rayne up and nails him with a side slam

David Wright: Desperation move by Priest but effective.

Ryde Rass: It does look like Rayne came prepared to do what it takes to win.

David Wright: Yes but he’s losing blood fast. How long before his body just can’t go anymore.

Ryde Rass: Now that is the question.

Priest gets up and singles for his Abomb Last Ride. He lift Rayne up but gets a face full of Powder. Priest drops Rayne and then stumbles around until finally falling out of the ring. Rayne rolls out of the ring and grabs the ring steps. He waits for Priest to turn around and then chares nailing Priest in the head with the ring steps. Priest drops to the floor and Rayne slams the ring steps down into his midsection three times before finally stumbling away. You see blood pouring from the forehead of Priest as he grabs his midsection in pain. Rayne rolls back into the ring and falls back into a corner before climbing to the top rope once more. He leaps off going for a suicide dive on Priest but Priest manages to catch him. Priest runs forward driving Rayne back first into the ring post and both men go down. Rayne rolls around holding his back but you see him crawl under the ring and disappear as Priest rolls back into the ring with a chair.

David Wright: Neither of these men will be the same after this

Ryde Rass: Imagine the pain that must be going through their bodies

David Wright: Indeed. And you can bet Priest has some bad intentions with that chair.

Rayne slowly crawls into the ring holding his back. Priest grabs the chair and nails him across his back causing Rayne to yell out in pain. He nails him again across the back then across the legs of Rayne before tossing the chair aside. Priest grabs Rayne lifting him up. He stares coldly at Rayne before lifting him up as if going for The Priest Driver but instead of dropping him he walks over by the chair in the ring and sets to drive Rayne’s head down into the chair. Rayne begins to wiggle himself free, moving his body over Priest’s and dropping down behind him. Priest turns and gets hit with the Midas Touch “superkick” from Rayne that staggers him backwards a bit. Rayne grabs the chair and tosses it at Priest. Priest catches the chair and Rayne hits a second Midas Touch driving the chair into the head of Priest. Priest falls through the ropes to the outside of the ring as Rayne falls face first to the mat.

David Wright: An amazing move by Rayne but it took everything he had left.

Ryde Rass: Someone’s gonna need some headache powder after this one is over

David Wright: For once well said Ryde.

Ryde Rass: Of course….because I said it.

Rayne starts to inch himself toward the corner as Priest rolls back in the ring with a 2x4 in hand. Rayne gets up and sees Priest with the 2x4. Pries swings but Rayne ducks it , goes behind Priest and manages to get him over with a German suplex. Priest rolls around holding the back of his head as Rayne crawls toward the corner. Rayne slowly goes to the top rope and doesn’t see Priest getting to his feet. He leaps off going for a shooting star press but Priest catches him right across the chest with the 2x4 as Rayne leaps off. Rayne crashes to the mat rolling in pain. Priest stomps away at Rayne and then hooks his head inside the steel chair. He runs to the ropes and then comes off going for a big leg drop but Rayne rolls out of the way just in time.. Priest slowly gets up holding is leg. Rayne start to get up as well with chair in hand. Priest goes for a big boot but Rayne ducks it ad then nails Priest across the knee with he chair. Once again both men go down

David Wright: Great move by Rayne . He may have blown Priest’s knee out

Ryde Rass: Ho much of it was a great move and how much of it was survival. If Priest had gotten his way Rayne’s neck would be broken right now

David Wright: You may have point there.

Rayne places the chair on the mat and then grabs Priest by his leg. He lifts his leg up and then drives it down into the chair. Priest yells out in pain and grabs his knee. Rayne kicks away at Priest’s leg and then locks in a Texas Cloverleaf. Priest yells out again and then begins to struggle to reach the ropes. He almost grabs the bottom rope but Rayne drags him back into the center of the ring. It looks as though Priest was going to tap out but suddenly goes enough strength to shove Rayne off. Rayne comes right back and locks in a ankle lock but Priest reveres it sending Rayne through the ropes to the arena floor. Priest struggles to get to his feet, dragging his leg behind him. Rayne climbs up on the ring apron and nails Priest with a shoulder to the midsection. Priest stumble backwards as Rayne gets in the ring. He suddenly grabs Rayne and then tosses him over the top rope on the other side of the ring. Rayne lands hard , slamming the back of his head against the side of the cage before falling to the floor.

David Wright: No one keeps the upper hand for long in this one

Ryde Rass: Forget that. What’s keeping either of these me standing. You can’t see either of their face behind the crimson masks

David Wright: The will to win.

Priest steps over the top rope and Rayne manages to clip his legs out fro under him. He falls straddling the top rope before falling back into the ring. Rayne struggles climbing up on the ring apron and then to the top rope. He leaps off going for a frog splash but Priest pulls the chair on top of his face and chest. Rayne lands on Priest but also the chair. Priest rolls around holding his face with blood pouring from his nose and mouth as Rayne rolls around grabbing his stomach and coughing up blood after landing on the chair. He crawl over and then rolls Priest to the center of the ring. Rayne tries to stand but ends up falling to his knees before falling draping an arm across the face of Priest

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

Ryde Rass: How in the hell did Rayne make the cover . His ribs have to be cracked if not broken

David Wright: There also may be some internal injury there.

Rayne slowly gets to his knees and grabs Priest. He tries to pull priest to his feet but ends up grabbing his ribs and falling back into the corner. Priest finally gets to his feet and Rayne nails him in the midsection before going for an evenflow DDT. Priest blocks it and looks as though he was going to suplex Rayne. Instead he drops Rayne stomach first across the top rope and then nails him with a big boot that knocks Rayne to the arena floor. Priest rolls out of the ring and looks as if he was searching for something. He grabs a green duffel bag from under the ring and then gets back in the ring, pouring tacks all over the ring from the duffel bag. Rayne manages to get to the top rope unseen by priest. He leaps off but Priest catches him on his shoulders. He tries to slam Rayne to the mat but Rayne reveres it into a modified spinning DDT, sending Priest head into the tacks

David Wright: OH MY GOD!!!!!! This is brutal.

Ryde Rass: Yes you gotta love this.

David Wright: Priest face is cover in tacks and he’s still getting up.

Ryde Rass: Look at Rayne. His arms and back didn’t escape the tacks either.

Rayne gets to one knee with his arms covered in blood from the tacks. He crawls over and grabs the chair before waiting for Priest. Priest gets to his knees and Rayne charges to nail him with the chair. Suddenly Priest reaches up and grabs Rayne by the throat. He gets to his feet and Rayne nails him with a low blow. Priest stumbles away and once again Rayne charges with the chair. Priest again catches Rayne by the throat causing him to drop the chair. Priest nails Rayne with knee shots to his injured ribs and you see more blood pour from Rayne’s mouth. He finally lets go of Rayne just long enough to kick Rayne in the midsection and then nail him with a face first powerbomb right onto the steel chair. Priest slowly rolls Rayne over and then drapes an arm across him

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Rayne manages to just roll a shoulder off the mat.

David Wright: Rayne kicks out. But you have to wonder if at some point you just have to stay down to save your career

Ryde Rass: The wrestlers we have in PDW fight to the very end

David Wright: This just may be the end for one of these superstars

Both men slowly begin to get to their feet. Priest throws a right cross but Rayne blocks it and then throws a series of jabs. Rayne throws a final jab that doesn't seem to faze Priest, then he runs toward the ropes. He bounces off the ropes and heads towards Priest. Priest suddenly steps forward and nails Rayne with a big boot right to the jaw Rayne quickly drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring. He looks up at Priest who now seems to be getting stronger as he wipes some of the blood from his face. Suddenly, a pissed look rises off Rayne’s face. Rayne makes his way back into the ring and approaches Priest, who doesn't move and shows no expression but that same glare in his eyes. Rayne then cocks his right hand back and pushes Priest in the face so hard that Priest is force to take a step back. Rayne grabs the chair and goes to nail Priest with it as Priest’s emotionless expression turns into an expression of pure anger. Priest steps forward and quickly grabs the neck of Rayne with his left hand. A expression of agony forms on Rayne Young's face, as Priest grips his neck tighter.

David Wright: I don’t know where Priest is drawing his strength from but Rayne Young is finding himself in a lot of trouble

Ryde Rass: It seems as though the beating he’s taken during the match has just pushed him over the edge.

Rayne manages to launch a kick to the gut of Priest, forcing him to release the choke. Rayne then grabs Priest's left arm with his left hand and hits him in the gut with a right forearm. Priest is forced to bend over and Rayne whips him to the ropes. Priest bounces off returns toward Rayne and manages to duck a back elbow attempt. Priest bounces of the ropes again and comes just close enough for Rayne to pull of a devastating Tilt-A-Whirl slam and the fans go crazy, only out of excitement. Both men go down once more. Rayne manages to roll out of the ring again and as Priest tries to get up Rayne pulls him out of the ring. He begins ramming Priest’s head into the side of the cage repeatedly. Rayne cocks Priest head back and rams it into the cage for the final time, then sets him up in a piledriver position and drops him head first to the ground. Rayne then gets on top of Priest's body and starts to punch him in the forehead.

David Wright: Rayne now with his second wind and the Adrenaline flowing

Ryde Rass: Maybe it the sight of their own blood or in the water I this building

David Wright: I don’t know but I know these two men will be feeling it in the morning

Even more blood starts to flow from the head of Priest Rayne then gets on his feet, and picks Priest up from the ground. He attempts to slam Priest's face into the steel cage again but Priest stops it by placing his hand on the cage. Rayne tries again but it ends in the same result. Rayne tries one more time but this time Priest elbows Rayne in the stomach and pushes him head first into the cage causing the fans to go crazy with cheers. As Rayne grabs his head, Priest kicks him in the gut, grabs his, and lifts him in a exalted powerbomb position. Priest then launches Rayne back first into the steel cage, pulling of the Priest Bomb! The fans respond in an uproar of cheers! Priest has a crazed look on his face as the blood continues to poor down it. He flips his hair back and you can see blood that had been caked into his hair fly everywhere . You can also see a crack on the side of the steel, cause by the power of that Priest Bomb. Priest collapses on top of Rayne, drained from the pain and blood loss.

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Jacob DeSanto: Here is your winner PRIEST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

David Wright: What a night and what a fight.

Ryde Rass: Priest cracked the side of the cage with Rayne’s body. Rayne has to have a broken bone or something after a shot like that

David Wright: I think we need paramedics out here for both men.

The camera then cuts backstage as a clear view of Michael Mercer’s locker room is seen. The same figure comes into view while holding a large crate box and pushes the door open. The figure runs and tackles Mercer, then breaking the box into pieces across his head. Mercer stumbles back against the locker and the figure punches him in the stomach. Mercer doubles off with a confused look on his face.

The figure then punches him across the face sending him to the floor. The figure then removes the hoodie and now we see Amaya standing before him with a evil smile on her face.

Amaya: You, Ryba and Matthews can all fuck yourselves!!!!

Amaya spits on him and runs out of his room.

The scene fades to black.

As the Pay per view continues to gain hype from the raging fans, "Look At Her The Remix" By One Chance Begin's to erupt through the arena.. The cameramen quickly focus their attention to the curtain awaiting the superstar to appear. Suddenly the pyro blasts pink and white confetti into the crowd, showering over the roaring fans. Soon after, Carliee appears from the curtain smiling and dressed in a carnation pink dress and black high heels.. As Carliee walked down the ramp the cameramen moved closer and closer until she made her way into the ring. Standing with poise in the center of the ring, the fans let out a series of boo's towards Carliee as she signaled for the microphone.

Carliee: Hello everyone, as you can see your boos mean jack squat to me tonight. That's because all y'all are not worthy of my presence and tonight is my night, NOT yours.

The fans continued to boo even louder as carliee stood smiling with one hand placed on her hip.

Carliee: Well weather you care or not, tonight is my 20th birthday! Isn't that exciting? After kicking zayda's ass earlier my night is almost complete fully.

The fans looked on at carliee lowering the volume of their boo's..

Carliee: My night wouldn't be complete without seeing the sight of Kindred holding up the Platinum title later on tonight.. But for now, I must depart because im sick of seeing your horrid faces and on top of that, this is philly, what a fucking joke.

The fans booed carliee once more as she slowly made her way out of the ring strutting her way to the backstage area.

David Wright: And probably the most anticipated match of the night. It will determine who is the number one contender for the Platinum Championship, as Michael Mercer and Jake Matthews square off in this next one on one bout.

Ryde Rass: Yeah...the battle of the men who got smacked down by the women.

David Wright: You know they can hear you in back, right? Just think I will let you know that...

Ryde Rass: .....

Jacob DeSantos: Coming to the ring first...from Stillwater, Oklahoma..weighing in at two-hundred and forty pounds. JAKE...MAAATHEWS!

The lights in the arena begin to flicker.

"HaHaHaHa"

The arena lights go out.

"Are Ya'll Ready?"

Laughing is heard coming through the PA system once more.

"I don't think ya'll are ready.

"Ya'll wanted an encore?"

Again, more laughing is heard.

"Well Here It Is MuthaFuckaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas"

Suddenly, "Encore/Numb" by Linkin Park and Jay-Z begins to blare through the PA system as the lights begin to flicker once again. The fans all jump to their feet awaiting in anticipation on who they know is about to enter the arena.

The fans suddenly explode into cheers as a figure makes his way out onto the stage. He's wearing a red hooded sweatshirt, with his head looking down.

The camera quickly zooms in on the figures face, as he lifts his head, revealing none other than, Jake Matthews. Pyros explode all around the stage as the hood flies off of his head. Jake smirks as he looks around the arena

Jake makes his way down the ramp, slapping a few high fives on his way. He rolls under the bottom rope, and pops up to his feet rather quickly. He faces the entrance ramp and climbs to the second rope, awaiting his opponent

David Wright: Matthews looking to get back into that title hunt, after he was screwed by Kindred London and Carliee.

Ryde Rass: Yeah..screwed...right.

Jacob DeSanto: And his opponent...from the Bronx, New York...weighing in at two-hundred and twenty one pounds. MICHAEL...MEEEERRRCEERRR!

The arena is driven to silence as the lights fade to black. Soft guitar notes begin to play as the crowd begins to stir in anticipation for what's to come. As the guitar and bass begin to pick up in tempo, a single spotlight cuts through the darkness and appears in the middle of the crowd, darting about almost at random. A female voice soon sounds on the PA system, growing in intensity with the music.

The spotlight finds the person it's looking for. Amongst screaming fans stands Michael Mercer as 'Ghostflowers' by Otep begins to reign full blast over the speakers. The shouting and chanting is relentless as MIchael marches through the crowd, arms raised high in the air. He practically moshes his way past people in the audience as people reach in to slap fives with him and pat him on the back, all the while blood red strobe lights begin to filter through the darkness as well.

Michael reaches the security barricade as the spotlight continues following him. He hops up onto it, standing atop of it and posing for the crowd. A cheesy grin flashes on his face as he soon drops down and turns to lean back against the barricade and into the crowd once more. A look of confidence is etched on his face as he nods his head to the music.

Michael breaks from the barricade and takes a couple running steps before leaping onto the ring apron. He enters the ring through the middle and top ropes and turns to the closest corner, scaling the second turnbuckle and raising his arms high. Smirking, Michael peels off his tee shirt and flings it into the crowd, before turning and hopping from the turnbuckle. The lights return to normal as he leans back in his corner, rotating his neck a bit as he waits for his music to fade.

David Wright: T.C calls for the bell and now we are under way!

Matthews and Mercer meet each other in the ring and seem to say some words to each other. They both smirk as they each shake each others hands and back away to the corners they were standing in. The fans clap for the show of respect and sportsmanship, as they begin to circle around each other. As they both close in, Mercer sends a kick to the leg of Matthews. A small loud echo is heard as Matthews backs away and rubs his leg. Matthews looks at Mercer and what seems to be a different fighting style in this match and just smiles. They circle again as they then go for another tie up. Mercer goes for another kick, but this time Matthews manages to slide to the side of Mercer and grab his exposed leg. He then rotates on Mercer's back and applies a front face lock. Mercer is pushing up with his hands a bit, and then with one hand he grabs at Matthews arm. He then gets enough slack taken off to slide out, sending Matthews face first to the mat. Mercer doesn't let go as he takes the arm behind Matthews back and begins to apply force to it.

David Wright: A very technical sound match up. Mercer is showing a very new style of fighting at the moment.

Ryde Rass: This shit is borin' as hell! Where is the fist fightin'?

Matthews gets up and then reverses, applying the same hold onto Mercer. But instead of wrenching at the arm, Matthews lets go and gently shoves Mercer forward. As if saying it won't be that easy. Mercer nods to Matthews as they smirk at each other. Michael lunges forward and reaches out, getting Jake on his back with a double leg takedown. He looks to mount him and rain down some punches, but Jake gets his legs in between the two of them and uses his feet to push Michael back. Michael gets to his feet and waits for Jake to do the same. They lock up, and Jake gets Michael in a tight headlock. Michael backs them up into the ropes before shoving Jake off; when Jake comes back, he shoulderblocks Michael to the mat. He runs off the ropes again, Michael flops to his stomach and Jake crosses over him and hits the other side of the ring. By the time he runs back, Michael is on his feet and he clotheslines Jake to the mat. He quickly motions for Jake to get up and he does, and Michael whips him into a corner. Jake hits the turnbuckle hard and looks to shoot out of the corner, but Michael closes the distance between the two and hits a running heel kick under Jake's chin, sending him to the mat. Michael pumps a fist, getting himself amped up before going right for the cover.

One..

Two..

Kickout by Matthews as the second hand dropped.

David Wright: So far Mercer is showing a lot of prowess here. It is as almost as if he is taking a more mixed martial arts approach to this match.

Ryde Rass: Pro--wha?

Mercer grabs Matthews by the head and picks him up. Sending a few body shots that rock Matthews back to the ropes. Mercer grabs Jake's arm and tosses him to the opposite ropes and waits for him to bounce back. As Jake comes forward, Mercer brings his leg up high and across, going for a kick. But Matthews manages to see it coming and ducks under, and putting the breaks on immediately. As Mercer's kick forces him to turn the other way, Matthews jumps up and back, connecting with the 'NMN360'.

David Wright: A perfectly executed Pele kick that has Mercer on the mat and dazed.

Matthews grabs Mercer and picks him up, sending stiff elbow shots that rock Mercer's head back. Matthews sends Mercer to the ropes and waits. Upon the return Matthews goes for a wild clothesline and clearly misses, but proceeds to run off of the ropes after the miss. Mercer hits the other side and comes back, only to meet an elevated Matthews who connects flush with a shining wizard. As soon as Mercer's body rocks the mat, Matthews quickly drops on for a cover.

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Kickout as soon as the hand hits the mat.

Matthews doesn't question the count, as he immediately picks Mercer up and cinches him up and executes a Norther Lights DDT. Matthews then proceeds to Mercer's feet and locks in Lockdown, twisting at Mercer's ankle as he stands over him. Mercer groans as he pushes up with his feet and rolls through and under Jake's legs, which sends Matthews to the ropes. Matthews holds the ropes to brace himself and then proceeds to turn around. Mercer charges him and goes for a stiff shot, but it is blocked as Matthews grabs Mercer from the head and forces him into the corner. He begins to ram his shoulder into the midsection of Mercer repeatedly. After about the forth time Matthews steps back and picks Mercer up so that he is standing straight in the corner. As Mercer stands up straight, Matthews jumps high and connects with an enziguri to the head which staggers Mercer and then places him in the sitting position in the corner. Matthews then backs up and runs, he grabs the ropes and proceeds to do a handstand at the top, before falling back down and bringing his feet in, ramming his feet into the chest of Mercer with the 'NWN2'. He drags Mercer out by his feet and goes for the pin.

One..

Two..

T..kickout.

David Wright: After that, Mercer answers with a loud kickout.

Ryde Rass: Damn, that shit gave me heart burn jus' starin at 'dat shit!

Matthews lowers his head a bit and then picks Mercer up, tossing him back into the corner. He looks like he is about to do the same thing again. As he goes for a punch, Michael ducks a right hand from Jake and spins out of the corner, trading places with him. It's Michael's turn now to hit Jake with rights and lefts as Jake covers his face with his arms in the corner. Michael's punches are starting to get blocked so he backs off for a moment, before winding up and hitting Jake with a hard kick in the ribs, the sound of which sounding like a gunshot throughout the arena. Jake clutches his ribs and stumbles forward, and Michael slips behind him into the corner, sitting quickly on the top turnbuckle. He hooks Jake's head under his arm and spins off the top rope, hitting a reverse tornado DDT. The second they both hit the mat, however, Michael is already rolling Jake onto his stomach and he drops down, locking in a Crippler Crossface and cinching it in tight.

David Wright: The submission applied by Mercer, this may do it.

Mercer continues to pull back as T.C is right there, asking Matthews if he wants to give up. The loud 'No' echoes enough that people in the first ten rows can hear it clearly. Matthews begins to use his open arm to grab at the mat to pull himself to the ropes. He gets closer and closer and begins to reach more and more, and finally he grabs hold of the ropes with the tip of his fingers. T.C tells Mercer to break the hold, and after two seconds he does and stands up, backing away to get a breather, holding his chest. As he stands there, a loud chant begins to fill the entire arena up. It is torn into two.

Crowd: LETS GO MERCER/LETS GO JAKE/LETS GO MERCER/LETS GO JAKE.

Ryde Rass: The hell is up wit this? Pick someone..shit..

Jake begins to bring himself up as Mercer walks towards him. Matthews lunged forward and planted a foot to the midsection of Mercer, and began to unload off with right hands. Shot after shot sends Mercer back to the ropes and staggers him. Jake doesn't wait and hits a perfectly executed dropsault, which sends Mercer to the outside and tumbling to the floor. Matthews stays, watching and waiting to see what Mercer does. As Mercer slowly gets up, Matthews runs to the opposite side and bounces off the ropes, coming back with more momentum, he leaps over the top rope, clearing it perfectly and comes down onto Mercer as they both sandwich into the barricade. The barricade moves back more as some fans shoot up and back to avoid it. T.C begins her count as they both lay there on the floor.

One...

Two...

Three...

They both begin to stir as they roll off to the side and begin to get up.

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Five..

Matthews is up first and makes his way to the ring, rolling in and to the middle, where he gets to his knees and slowly starts to stand.

Six..

Mercer hears the count and almost as a flash back, he leaps to the side of the ring and rolls in, pulling himself up with the ropes as Matthews closes in on him. Jake charges, clothes-lining Michael hard over the top rope and sending him crashing to the outside to smack back first against the announcer's table. Obviously with the momentum having been in Jake's favor, Michael seems to be running out of gas in the tank as he flops onto all fours to try and push himself to his feet. T.C. Paine begins counting, but Jake wants to bring Michael back into the ring himself and climbs out after him. He lifts Mercer up and gives him a couple stiff jabs before grabbing him by the head and slamming him face first into the announcer's table. Michael staggers away, trying to get a bit of distance between them but Jake closes the gap quickly and drags Michael to the steel steps. He goes to slam his face into the top of the steps as well, but this time Michael puts his hands out in front of him and stops himself from hitting the steps. He then hits Jake in the ribs with a few elbows, buying him a moment to relax before Matthews is back on him with rights and lefts, knocking him back. Jake winds up for a big right hand but Michael just dodges it and spins around to the other side of Jake so his back is now to the ring steps as well. He then quickly grabs Jake and hoists him up with a loud yell, executing a release German suplex that sends Jake back first onto the ring steps with a sickening BAM that has nearby people in the front row on their feet. With all the action that just took place, T.C looked to the crowd and just waved her arms at the two, not even counting them for being outside of the ring, and letting them fight.

David Wright: T.C not even continuing the ten count.

Ryde Rass: Dat a girl!

Mercer begins to stir as Matthews simply lays there like roadkill. Mercer stands up and wobbles a bit, before walking over to Matthews and grabbing him from the head and begins to lift him off of the steps. Mercer then rolls Jake into the ring and then slowly follows after. He gets to his feet as Jake still favors his back. Mercer goes to pick him up as Jake slowly gets to his feet. Mercer then proceeds to hit Empty and Black, now focusing on the back as he goes into a cover.

One..

Two..

Thr-kickout!

Matthews gets the shoulder up as Mercer looks down at him. He shakes his head as he grabs Jake from the back of the head and picks him up. As Mercer picks him up, Matthews in what seems like a second wind brings his arms up and out, breaking Mercer away from him and proceeds to hit him with a few stiff shots. As Mercer slouches to the ropes, Jake continues to hammer shots into him, to the point where Mercer is just hanging on the middle rope, his upper body exposed on the outside part of the ring. Matthews grabs the top rope and proceeds to leap over, twisting his body and coming down with a guillotine right across the throat of Mercer. They both tumble to the outside again as the fans in the front row stand and watch now. Matthews continues to roll with his newly found rage, and pulls himself up using the ring apron, nearly yanking it off. He stares at Mercer who is laying on the ground, slowly getting up. Matthews climbs to ringside and positions himself in the middle. As Mercer stands up, facing the wrong way, Matthews leaps and hits the middle rope, flipping back with a moonsault, coming down onto Mercer as they fall back and crash into the barricade again.

David Wright: And these two respect each other...imagine if they were enemies.

Matthews places his hand on Mercer and begins to get up by pushing off of him, keeping him down as he gets up. He tells a fan to move out of the way as he grabs the steel chair he was sitting on and folds it up. He tosses it down and begins to pick Mercer up by his head again. Mercer throws stiff shots to the midsection of Matthews, but a quick stiff knee stops it as Jake hooks him up quickly and picks him up into a vertical suplex and then just lets him hit midsection on the barricade. Mercer hangs there as Matthews drops to a knee, the lift hurting his sore back. But it doesn't seem to stop him, as he grabs the chair and makes his way to ringside, and then up to the top rope. The fans begin to roar as he stands up tall. And as soon as he got set, he leaps off and places the chair under his legs. The arena is filled with flashes as the fans take pictures as Matthews drops the chair leg drop right across the upper back of Mercer. Mercer falls forward and to the floor as Jake lays on the mat outside.

Ryde Rass: GOD DAMN!

Jake is the first one up and slowly makes his way to the ring. He pulls on the ropes and stands on his feet, hunched over as he waits for Mercer. The fans begin to clap in unison as Mercer gets to his feet and rolls into the ring. The fans seem to start a commotion as Matthews seems to be looking for something. Michael is staggering a bit and Jake notices, quickly running in to hit No Miracles Needed, but Michael catches his foot! He spins Jake around, but the moment Jake stops, he charges and pins Michael into the corner behind him.

He lifts Michael off the mat and sets him on the top turnbuckle, before climbing up with him. Jake seems to be setting Michael up for a superplex, but Michael begins fighting back with a few punches to Jake's ribs. Jake is stunned long enough for Michael to immediately try and get the double underhook to set up Laid To Rest, but Matthews fights out of it and shoves himself off the second rope, landing on his feet on the canvas. Jake staggers for a second to catch his balance, but while he does, Michael dives off the top rope and hits a picture perfect diving hurricanrana that sends Matthews tumbling across the ring.

Matthews body bounces along the ropes and flies back toward Mercer hitting him with a Enziguri. Mercer lands to the floor but quickly gets back to his feet. He executes a snap suplex and sends Matthews to the mat. Mercer gets Matthews into a small package.

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Two...

Matthews reverese it and tries his best to keep the roll up.

One...

Two...

Thr...

Mercer reverse it with all his force one more time! The crowd gasp as they fall out their chairs.

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Three!!!!!

Jacob DeSanto: And your winner....Michael Mercer!!!!!!

Mercer stands up and pulls up Matthews. The each give each dap and congrats one another or a well fight. 'Ghostflowers' by Otep plays out of the speakers as both Mercer and Matthews slide out the ring, regulating their breaths.

The show returns with a shot of the main entrance stage. Just then, the lights in the arena suddenly cut out. The only lights in the arena are faint lights on the main stage. Out of the blue, the sound of a ticking clock starts to play. It’s almost like the seconds around counting down, counting down to the end of PDW as you know it. The clock ticks down for a few seconds before quieting. Just then, images appear on the jumbo screen. First, the image of cops beating a random suspect appears. They wail on the suspect with batons, and one cop even spits on the suspect. Then, the shot hits a static feed before quickly changing to a shot of a huge riot in the streets. Pedestrians are throwing rocks at each other, empty 40 ounces, even baby strollers with the babies still in them. The crowd is mad…and hateful. This scene then cuts to a shot of Jermaine O’Neal and Ron Artest in the Detroit crowd, throwing punches at random suburbanites. With another static fade, the screen changes to a quick shots in succession, starting with Mike Tyson talking about eating Lennox Lewis’s children, Dave Chappelle (as Rick James) slapping Charlie Murphy, Todd Bertuzzi breaking Steve Moore’s neck, Michael Richard’s onstage meltdown, and the scene of Princess Diana’s car crash. After the last image, the screen goes blank. You can hear the sound of a crowd buzzing, and then you hear this word…


A huge pyro blast shoots up from the bottom of the stage.


A second blast shoots down from the rafters above the screen.


After the third time, two blasts go off simultaneously, one shooting up from the bottom, and one shooting down from the top. After the double blast, the opening to “We Fly High” by Jim Jones begins to play. But instead of hearing the usual “BALLIN,” you hear the remix…HATIN! As the song continues, a huge block letter set of the word “HATE” is lowered from the rafters. There are three doors on the block structure…one at the base of the H, one at the base of the T, and one at the base of the E. The “HATE” structure hits the stage with another loud pyro blast, this one platinum for the platinum hate these three platinum stars will put on this now platinum federation. The first door opens, and out walks the man known as the Frozen One, Ice. He is wearing a pair of black dress slacks, but with a black t-shirt instead of a dress shirt. The shirt reads, “Miss Notorious Isn’t Christopher Wallace, But She Sure Is B.I.G.” Ice got the nickname “The Frozen One” for his cold one-liners and hot promo. Icy/Hot isn’t a muscle pain reliever…it’s a goddamn lifestyle. Known for fucking over coworkers and fucking under bitches, Ice is here to charm his way to championship status, at the emotional expense of the roster and the financial expense of Star. He stands in front of the H, arms crossed, as text appears on the screen. Each line of text is accompanied by a typewriter sound.:


The second door opens, and out steps the man known as Jack Cash. This evil earthling is a licensed Hater who got his PHD at Hate-You University and after years of cleverly crafting his skillful artistry as a Hater he is now able to earn a multimillion dollar salary on straight hate. J-Cash takes hating to a new level each time he makes an appearance and that's probably why he's on verbal parole. Shut the fuck up while The Hater gets his wardrobe check in - Jack Cash sports a jet black suit with a dark red shirt on the inside. With his shirt collar up and his dark red shades flipped up on his head, Jack takes a swig of some sort of alcoholic beverage that he likely hates...surely he'll go complain to the bartender as soon as possible. He has a pair of comfortable black slippers that are made out of old recycled Darkness promos. Hateful while caring for the earth...I guess Jack is cautiously hateful sometimes. It seems as though Jack Cash hates everyone and everything in the world but somehow manages to tolerate his mates in Hate T-Money and Ryan "Ice" Levine. The typewriter sound hits again.


After this, the third door opens. T Money steps out, decked in his hate gear that is sure to send the critics and media into a frenzy as he sports a nicely pimped out money green robe with a KKK hood attached to it. T has the hood pulled over his face, his eyes peeping through the holes like a Ninja Turtle. Around his neck is a diamond encrusted sparkling chain that is definitely brighter than Star's sex game. The chain is complete with the face of The Colonel as the charm. We can't see what's underneath the robe but we're sure it's something blunt and to the point like "I hate you all" on a t-shirt. But as we can see, T Money sports a pair of customized money green Timberlands that he has stomped a countless amount of careers in. Also, these shoes are wanted in an arm robbery at many Bingo Halls across America. Then, the facts come in.


Jacob DeSanto: Ladies and gentlemen, let us welcome the newest additions to Platinum Dynasty Wrestling…Ice, T Money, and Jack Cash…Hate, Inc!

With all three hateful entities introduced, it’s time to really get the party started. The terrible trio makes their way down the entrance ramp and into the ring. The Hater, Jack Cash casually walks down the entrance ramp when a young fan touches him....Cash immediately turns around and starts punching everyone near that area in the face...just blatant punches square to the face. He finally realizes it was a young kid who touched him...The Hater looks at the kid, hesitates a bit, then just like he did the numerous other people in the area, he punches the young kid right in the face. The kid's wig comes right off...The Hater has no remorse as he's likely punched two or three cancerous kids on the day. Cash picks up the chemo kid's wig and hands it over to T-Money who conveniently needs a napkin as he's randomly, in the middle of the entrance ramp, enjoyed a 2-piece KFC meal. T-Money cleans his hands with the kid's wig...Cash nonchalantly walks away from the downed cancerous kid. The kid finally begins to stumble to his feet, using the guardrail to help him up. Cash doesn't see the kid get up and has no idea that a cancerous kid with a missing wig and a broken nose is right behind him. Ice sees that is hate homie is in some extreme immediate danger! Although, this cancer kid doesn't even have the strength to flush a toilet, that doesn't stop Ice from running, jumping the guardrail and beating the shit out of him. Cash turns around after seeing Ice fly by him and Cash joins the beat down party. T-Money sees the commotion and runs over and joins the hate parade. All three men are then stomping out this PDW fan like this was the Vibe Awards and someone tried to punch Dre....only this time, someone tried to touch Cash.

After that hateful thumping, Hate, Inc. T Money and Ice use the ring steps on opposite corners to enter the ring, while Jack Cash slides in under the bottom ring rope. As Ice stands by the rope, a tech guy hands the Frozen One a small box. He reaches into the box and grabs out three microphones. He does a jump shot, shooting over a golden microphone, inscribed with the word “HATE,” to Jack Cash. Then, Ice hits a baby sky hook, tossing over a drumstick shaped microphone to T Money. He then shoots a mic in the shape of a curvy woman high into the air, falling to the mat with a fade away. While on the mat, he catches his microphone with one hand. As the music comes to a halt, these hateful hombres are ready to drop verbal atom bombs on PDW.

Cash holds "The Hate Mic Device" in the air as the crowd is in an angry frenzy after seeing the hateful beating put on a make a wish kid.

The Hater, Jack Cash: Welcome peasants, punk bitches, pussies, and pansies to the most hateful show on earth! I am your Hateful Host, The Hater, Jack Cash...I have more hate hanging from my balls than the Saddam's noose. I am a lover of hate and a hater of love. You figure it out you broke bastards. Me and the Hate Inc. gang are here for one reason....well two reasons. One, to hate on you and everyone else in this Golden Dynasty Wrestling federation.

Ice taps Cash on the shoulder and says something - Cash grins and goes back to the mic.

The Hate, Jack Cash: That's right...With us here, THIS SHIT JUST WENT PLATINUM! So everyone do as I say before you get beat down like you have cancer and a napkin for a wig. The man to my right ::glances over at Ryan "Ice" Levine:: Has no problem looking you in the eye and telling you that you need surgery… cosmetic, oral, etc. IT DON'T FUCKIN MATTA! He will walk by the punch at the party and spit in it just because he brought his own water. He'll offer to babysit your kids only for you to find them not only not home...but on eBay. He'll bang a chick and come out the bedroom only to beat her 10 year old son in Madden 40 to 7....WITH CODES! Without any further fucking interruptions, everyone give a hateful welcome...to Ryan "Ice" Levine!

The Frozen One steps towards the center of the ring. He strokes the side of the femininely shaped mic, and it lets out a giggle over the PA system.

Ice: Now, let’s cut straight to the point here. Besides making fun of hurricane victims, dunking on autistic celebrities, and knocking out cancer-ridden children, we really are nice guys. But when Star came to us, she came to us with a need…and for once, I’m not talking about that urge she feels in her loins for a certain chicken eating friend of mine.

The camera cuts to a shot of T Money, grinning like he just ordered another round of biscuits.

Ice: She came to us with a need…for hate. Something was missing from this Flat-inum federation. Apparently, this federation is full of whiny bitches who can’t seem to stop PMSing…and that’s just the male half of the roster. So Hate, Inc. is here to, quite simply, hate this bitch to the promise land.

Just then, T Money and Cash begin to chant, “HATE HATE HATE!” Cash is pointing out random people and you can see him mouthing the words "I Hate You.”

Ice: All we needed was one look at the roster, and I saw exactly what she was talking about. Take this chump Dynamic Dynamite, for example. Do you really want to make a career off of being a former fuckmate of Jenna Jameson? You’re like a random jobber on the list of careers I’ve ended…just one of thousands. But I will say that it’s good you’ve got that kind of experience on your resume. After all, now that Hate, Inc is here…you’re going to get plenty of chances to feel straight “fucked.” But for more of this expert hate analysis, let me turn things over to my brother from another mother, the hateful hellraizer himself…T fucking Money!

T Money: HATE,INC. IS IN THE MOTHA...FUCKIN...BUILDIN! The Harlem Hellraizer is on the drumstick! Y'all know we here, and looking at the roster, we might as well be the only ones. Trying to win in this place is like me trying to out-run the most retarded kid in the Special Olympics, or that retarded kid that we beat the shit out of on the way to the ring...AND I RUN A 4.3 FOURTY, NIGGA! It's like me in a Chicken eating contest, I’m winnin’ regardless even if I have to kill a mothafucka to get my Colonel trophy! It's like Ice getting a bitch to allow him to effortlessly slide into her bed as well as her vagina, it's like Cash in a Freestyle Hate battle. WE CAN'T FUCKIN BE BEAT! Well let me rephrase that because I can be beat, you just know how to do it...

At this point a name is shouted out all over the arena.

Everyone: STAR!

T smirks before moving the Drumstick upward towards his mouth like Kano on the Mortal Kombat movie, only to continue.

T Money: Star don't want me to talk about her, I know. But how can I resist? Y'all know how much I love my chicken, and that bitch ripped me off because when I got her she didn't have breast or thighs. Looked at her ass and she didn't even provide my black ass with a biscuit. No side orders or NOTHIN! She kinda like Whitney after Bobby, skinny like a straight up crack ho. She was cute though, she was eager to jump on the Money Train, but when the bus went through Philly I threw that hoodrat back into the Philly cheese steak she came from. I was done with her, I got what I wanted from her. I fucked her and made her cry, Georgy Porgy ain't got shit on me, nigga! Yeah, bet you didn't expect to see T Money here did you? Well SEXY IS BACK, BITCH! You thought you already did with Jake Matthews but NOPE! I was your galaxy Star, now you just that light in the sky that people point past when they're looking for Jupiter!

T Money: But no sir, that's not it. It began with Star but it won’t end with that bitch! I feel like I just have to talk to Kindred L. Look like T bout to turn that L into a Loss, son! This mothafucka and his baby hair. I don't even wanna diss dude too hard because his girl is already giving me googly eyes. That's gonna be tragic for him when his chick leave him to be with the winning team. I guess by next week Kindred is gonna have an Ice Box where his heart use to be.

T Money: To release more fire on this Silvery place, I think I should go at ASH BOMBAY! Damn, I bet you was pissed when I called your name, huh? Not as fun as when Bob Barker calls people to "COME ON DOWN" on the Price is Right - But the price is right, right now, trust me! That is probably the most appropriate name I’ve seen in this entire place though. For real, because after Hate, Inc. verbally cremates this mothafucka he'll disintegrate into a big pile of ashes. Don't worry, we'll ship your remains back to Taco Bell and let them burry you in some fat dude with extra beans and mild sauce. Okay, I’m throwing in the towel for these mothafuckas! They lookin like Roberto Duran yelling “NO-MAS! NO-MAS!” It's a wrap, yo!

T Money takes a bite off his drumstick and throws that shit into the crowd striking a baby in the nose. He shrugs and shakes his head knowing this truly is...Over. The Frozen One claps as T ends his rant of pure hate.

Ice: T, I want to thank you for bringing up those bashful bitches. But when it comes to the chumps in this fed, none stands out more than this Enigma trick. Talk about an “enigma” alright…what kind of tough guy gets shot six times, but doesn’t shoot back? Were you too busy clutching your anus instead of clutching a gat? Or were you simply clinging to your mom’s tit too long for you to learn to shoot back? Whatever excuse you come up with is fine, but I just hope you’ve got room on that body for more scars. Because when Hate, Inc comes for you, we’ll be coming at you with hateful gauges. Then, it’s just a matter of time before verbal buckshot starts hitting you in the chest, and creamy cum shots start hitting your bitch on hers. HATIN!

Ice randomly points at a good looking girl on the floor section of the arena. He winks his eyes at her, and then sees her boyfriend. Ice give the guy the finger, which is appropriate since he’ll be giving his lady a few fingers a little bit later in the night.

Ice: But when it comes to this next trick, someone needs to tell him I’m bringing hateful back. What, are we supposed to be afraid of Jake Matthews? You might think “What Goes Around, Comes Around,” but this leveling you with hate is strictly a one-way street. You might actually believe the title of your finisher and think that there are No Miracles Needed. But judging from your recent promos, you must also believe you can get by with No Lyricals Needed. Yeah…now “Cry Me a River,” bitch!

In the background, Cash breaks down a Justin Timberlake type dance move.

Ice: And what, is this a fucking children’s horror movie? Are there really two guys here named the Darkness and Nightmare? They sound like characters from an R.L. Stine Goosebumps book. Now Darkness…Pitch Black isn’t the name of a move, it’s what the camera crew should fade to every time you try to cut a promo. Fuck a Riddick…no one wants to see your Chronicles of a Midcard Misfit. And Nightmare, you just tell your sister Princess that I’ll be waiting for her. This “Verbal King” will be fucking that royal slut in my castle of hate. As for the rest of this roster, it’s time for you to feel like the kid at the arcade that ran out of quarters…you all can just look at the screen and realize that it’s Game Over.

The Frozen One turns around into a football center position, yells out “BLUE 42!” He then hikes the microphone into the crowd not giving a damn who it hits or whose life it ruins. Yeah…hate him.

The Hater, Jack Cash: This Platinum Dynasty SHIT JUST GOT REAL! It's a new era in this pussy lead fed! You can tell this feminine fed is exactly that with a weekly show called Disclosure? C'mon man, these Desperate Housewives couldn't do better than that? Surprised that the Pay Per View wasn't called Victoria's Secret or maybe they'd try relating the PPV to Amaya and call it...The Crying Game. My name isn't fucking Ty Pennington, but we're giving this estrogen haven a Hate-Over, and as you can already see the demolition of the PDW has already started.

With that, Cash looks like he is about to launch his microphone, much like T Money and Ice. But, realizing this priceless prop would fetch thousands on eBay, he decides to keep if for himself. The “We Fly High (Hatin’ Remix)” starts to play again, as the dastardly three take their leave. As they walk up the entrance ramp and back to what is sure to be a shaken locker room, T Money looks into the camera and yells.

T Money: These three bitches tryna run a fed! This game is too hateful for three little hoes...this ain't the fuckin Cartoon Network! You Power Puff Girls can get turned into a puff of powder fuckin with us! I HOPE YOUR MOTHER HAS A STROKE IN THE BATHTUB!

What in the world will these haters do next? I guess we’ll find out later…if this fed is still open after this.

The scene fades in from commercial as the crowd goes wild. They jump up and down in their chairs chanting “Platinum….Platinum…Platinum!” For a few short moments the camera pans to the commentary table but its empty. The scene then cuts by to the ring side and the strobe lights begin to flicker. The tron turns on, as an image of the next contenders are shown on the screen.

Green and Gold strobe lights blink rapidly as the song “Money Maker” by Ludacris blares throughout the whole arena. As soon as the intro ends and the chorus picks up, Amaya stands at the entrance with her hands on her waist. She was tight blue jeans with black knee high boots and a tight black top with Platinum printed in rhinestones. She flashes a big smile as the crowd yells with a mixture of boos and cheers for her. The chorus continues and she walks down towards the commentary table with an arrogant sway yet waving to the crowd and haters. She finally takes a seat and grabs the microphone in front of her.

Amaya: Ladies and Gentlemen, it feels good to be here! Now let’s welcome the rest of the girls!!!!!

The camera pans to the entrance stage area as "Upgrade" by Beyonce featuring Jay Z starts to sound throughout the arena. The fans rise to their feet in a chorus of cheers as the lights dim. Pink laser lights begin to swirl in the ring while the spotlight shines at the top of the entrance aisle. Appearing from behind the black curtains is Star flashing her beautiful smile. Now dressed in a pink, midriff baring top that shows off her lovely abs and pink jeweled belly ring to match her dark blue, pink rhinestone decorated jeans, Star stands at the top of the stage, soaking up the glory as many of the fans scream their heads off and sing along with her entrance music. Star nods her head to the beat of the music, holding on to her belt buckle as she does her usual sexy strut down the stage with an air of complete and utter confidence. Even the women in the crowd can't hate on the baddest bitch in all of wrestling. They throw up posters and signs of admiration that Star completely ignores. She raises a hand that holds a mic, putting it to her lips as she heads for her seat.

Star: [Smiles at the crowd] For the Platinum title, baby! Let’s welcome our last but not least.....!

"Maneater" by Nelly Furtado hits the speakers and the crowd get up to their feet, with a lot of the women doing the booing and most of the men in the arena cheering their lungs out for the seductive vixen about to step out of the curtains. The song plays loud and clear and with boobs and different chants for the self-proclaimed "Glam Queen" of the world. Finally making her presence known to the crowd the devilish diva comes out from the back sporting a rather revealing cat-suit that leaves many in attendance in wonder if any wardrobe malfunction will be happening tonight.

With a smirk on her face she looks and signals to the crowd before starting to strut her stuff like if she was in a Paris runway show. She stops occasionally to flip her dirty blond hair to the back as well to throw some kisses at some of the male fans in the audience. As she gets closer to the ring she calls for the camera to do a close up on her face as she stands there for them to take some good shots of her gorgeous figure before climbing the steel steps toward the last seat, next to Star. Farah and Amaya exchange dirty glances before she grabs the microphone.

Farah: Let’s get this party started!!!!!!

Star: Party? Where at? There's no cakes here, right? I can't be doing that anymore.

Amaya: There is a cake indeed Star. Who's taking the cake home tonight? The Platinum Title that is!!!!

Star: Booooo!

Farah: Well, As long as nobody throws up on me..I don't really care!

Jacob DeSanto: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is a Triple Threat Ladder Match for the PDW‘s Own, Platinum Championship! And now, making his way to the ring, standing 6’2….weighing 228lbs and comes all the way from The Bronx, New York….Please welcome KINDRED LONDON!!!!!!

The sparks fly as the music "You Don't Know" by Eminem, 50 cent, and Lloyd Banks. Carliee comes out first as she brings her sexiness and beauty to the arena. She waits on the ramp for Kindred London. London then comes out as blue confetti drops from above, showering over the couple. London poses with Carliee, giving the fans time to snap pictures. Then suddenly a group of right special security guards come out from the entrance as they follow London and Carliee in single path line.

London and Carliee continue to walk down the ramp slowly. They both ignore the fans as they brush by. London only flashes them a smile. Carliee pecks London on the cheek, before she walks up the steps. London meets her on the apron, then stretches the top rope wide making enough room for her to get in. She slides in and then London then hopped over the ropes being fancy. He skipped in lightly to the nearest turnbuckle, before saluting on to the audience that he's simply the best.

He drops down as Carliee applauds him while standing in the middle of the ring. The special security then teams up with two people on each side of the ring. The stand posted trying to keep everything under control. London pecks Carliee on the lips, before helping her back out to ringside by the officers. London walks and leans in one of the corners, as he awaits his opponent.

Star: And here goes the Wild Card. My "bro". Who I think has seriously lost his ever lovin' mind.

Amaya: He's not representing none of us tonight as he was the lucky one that got by in our wild card in last week's match.

Farah: Carliee clearly got a weave on..see..I can spot one a mile away.

Star: Carliee is a fuckin' infant. Kindred should be ashamed.

Farah: And she got no ass!

Star: Hey hey. We dont all need booty to be a cutie, Farah!

Amaya:[Shakes head] Kindred in love guys! Be happy for him. [Coughs, coughs]

Star: Fuck that!

Farah: He is doing that Star.

Jacob DeSanto: Coming out next, She stands 5’8 and weighs 131lbs and is from Winnipeg, Canada…..LATRISHA LAMARTE!!!!!!

Smoke billows as "Pretty Like Drugs" by Queen Adreena starts. As the chorus hits Latrisha comes through the heavy fog wearing a tight white ribbed tank, crimson nylon shorts, and black knee-high boots. Black fingerless gloves and fishnet stockings accompany the classic look.

She smiles as she kneels down at the top of the ramp and holds both her arms up over her head as two pyros go off on opposite sides of the entrance. Once the pyros stop, she stands to her feet and walks down the rest of the ramp. She then slides underneath the bottom rope before walking over to her respective corner.

Amaya: I have to say...the ho don't look that bad!

Star: Of course your dyke ass would say that. You had your lips all on the bitch.

Farah: But..again...weave!

Amaya: Hey man what the hell are you speaking....I did not such...uh wait...I did. [Shurgs shoulders] WE WERE MAKING UP!

Star: Yeah...say what you want. You was dykin' it up.

Farah: Yeah after that clown incident she is looking half way decent.

Star: Yeah...say what you want. You was dykin' it up. Taking a page from Farah's book of whoredom.

Amaya: Man don't cha get mad cause you wasn't locking lips with her!

Jacob DeSanto: Following up at 6’2 and weighing in at 160lbs coming from Baton Rouge, Louisiana….please welcome DRUSILLA CLAYBORNE!!!!!!!

Let's Go By Trick Daddy/w Twista & Lil Jon hits as the crowd rises to their feet with cheers. The video screen lights up showing Drusilla double teaming an opponent with Jasmine and hitting her 6th Street Hustle. Drusilla steps from the back with Todd Clayborne by her side. He slaps Drusilla on the butt making her jump and laughs a bit.

She jumps up yelling to the crowd only getting them more pumped as Todd yells out "It don't get any better than this" Todd makes his way down the ramp, even slapping a few hands, as Drusilla runs & slides into the ring and gets up on her knees pumping her fist in the air. Todd climbs into the ring as Drusilla jumps to her feet. She runs and jumps up on the turnbuckle and gives a guns taunt. Todd encourages the crowd to cheer louder for her.

Drusilla jumps down as the music dies down. She leans against the turnbuckle as Todd stands on the apron giving her a few words of encouragement while she waits the match to start.

Farah: Oh look at Drusilla, she almost looks like she's about to pop a blood vessel...Are we sure she's even a girl? she looks a bit butched.

Amaya: She's the manly woman I ever seen! I know she wears the pants with them big balls....what did you man call it Star?

Star:Manbits I think. I have a lot of respect for her though. I do. She dealt with a lot of flack for simply winning a match. But she's about the butchest bitch runnin' around the Platinum Dynasty.

Amaya: That ho needs some arrid in her life. Look at her sweating like tha....fucking nasty yo.

Farah: I saw her checking me out too...I know she wants some of my Farah loving, I mean just cause she's repping me don't mean she gonna hit this.

Jacob DeSanto: And the last and final contestant in the match…standing in 6’6, weighing 286lbs all the way from The Jersey Shore….give it up for MIKE RYBA!!!!!!

The slow beginning of Denial begins to play as the lights go down till there is nothing but darkness. As the fans await, the song picks up to its harder side and strobe lights from the entrance way begin to blink rapidly as Ryba makes his way out from the back with a towel hanging over his head, with his eyes blocked and nothing but his nose and mouth visible.

He makes a slow walk to the ring as the fans reach out to touch him. He gets to ringside and hops up, placing his one knee on ringside and pushing up with it, standing upright just before he enters through the ropes and makes it to the closest corner, in which he stands up tall and looks out to the crowd, lifting up his towel slightly to gaze out at them.

As the song plays and a certain cue is hit, he flips the towel back and plays to the crowd, shouting at them as the strobe light continues to glare off of him and everyone in the arena.

Farah: Do ya'll think he borderline crazy? I mean he looks so sad all the time. I want to give him a tight hug..then spank him out of depression.

Amaya:Pfft....All I know is that he better shake his ass in that ring and accomplish something. He's representing my group tonight.

Star: Yeah, he don't like your ass either, Amaya. And I don't blame him.

Farah: So does this mean if he wins you'll give him a cookie?

Amaya: Hell naw....I'ma be bragging to you bitches cause I picked him from the get!

Star: Ryba's cool though. He taught me how to punch. Now I can be knocking nuccas out.

Amaya: He ain't much when he showed up in that tiny tube sock.

Farah: I don't remember much, I was busy playing with my Gucci.

The bell rings and we are underway. London at Drusilla goes at each other as Ryba and Latrisha go at each other, and Drusilla gets a quick advantage over London hitting him with a few right hands. Drusilla tosses the groggy London into the corner as she takes a second, running in motion, cartwheel handspringing her way towards London. she flops up to attempt her handspring hurricarana, but yet again, London studying the book, catches her in the air, he smiles easily overpowering Drusilla and gets a running start, driving her back hard into the canvas mat. The crowd boo at London a little, but London pays no attention as he waves them off. Ryba now gets the advantage on Latrisha, he whips her into the turnbuckle which is right near where Drusilla was laying. London and Ryba then proceed to go at each other with stiff punches. Once Latrisha and Drusilla are up, they tackle each other down ripping off their hairs like wild cats. London and Ryba begin trading even more punches, as Drusilla and Latrisha get to their feet. Back to the men, Ryba gets the upper hand on London and locks on an arm bar. Latrisha pokes the eyes of Drusilla getting the upper hand on now then slams her down to the mat floor hard. Latrisha then climbs on top of her with anger, and then proceeds to start punching her face then pounding her head with force into the mat.

Amaya: Damn you see Latrisha cheating ass. She fucking Dru up.

Star: It's a ladder match, Amaya. That's not cheating.

Amaya: She poked her eye out! I wish a ho would.

Farah: She was trying to do her eyes, so what?

Star: Please shut up.

Farah: She's probably just trying to give her a make over..you know how we are.

Ryba, who is now behind London with a hammerlock, picks him up and performs a back suplex. London goes crashing down hard while holding on to his backside in pain. Ryba then gets up and looks over at Latrisha and Drusilla. He then walks over and kicks Latrisha in the head making her neal down, Drusilla then looks at Ryba and attempts a clothesline, but he ducks it and then pokes at her eyes, following that he kicks her in the midsection and plants her with a double underhook DDT. Ryba now picks up the dazed Drusilla who then looks at London. she elbows Ryba on the side of his head when he tried to grab her hair, and then rushes over London and nails a shining wizard laying him out. Ryba now goes back to Drusilla, but she sees him coming toward her and now both begin going at it. Drusilla gets the upper hand this time and connects with a Hurricanrana following it with a second rope elbow drop. Latrisha and Kindred go at it in one of the corner, Ryba has been leveled hard by a spin heel kick by Drusilla now. As he lays there, Drusilla runs to the ropes and goes for her moonsault called 'Errtime'. her feet hit the ropes, Ryba is already up to his feet, waiting for her to flip back. As she does, Ryba quickly catches her on his shoulder and runs to the ropes. As if she was a javelin, Ryba quickly tosses her forward over the ropes and she hits the cold floor hard. Ryba then points over the rope at her and shouts.

Mike Ryba: FUCK THAT NOISE!

Star: Oh shit! That had to be the funniest thing I've seen all night! Mad Ryba is a sexy Ryba.

Amaya: Did you see how he just tossed her ass????

Farah: I almost feel bad for Drusilla...she looked like a flying monkey.

Ryba then turns his attention to London, who is getting to his feet now. Ryba walks up to London and catches him in the midsection with a closed fist hard enough to take the wind right out of him. Ryba backs up a second. He then comes at London again. And once again London hits him in the midsection with another first to the abdomen. London finally gets to his feet and starts punching Ryba hard on his head. Ryba though tries to fight back but it seems as though London was on fire right now. London stops his fist attack and picks up Ryba then nails him with a body slam on the mat floor. He then starts putting the boots to him. Latrisha now who has stood back while London started beating on Ryba, slides out of the ring. she gets a ladder from under it, and then slides the ladder into the ring. without London noticing who was busy kicking Ryba in the face, Latrisha begins setting up the ladder underneath the title. She then looks over at London, who is still attacking Ryba. and then begins to climb the ladder. Once she reaches about the third step or so, London looks back and sees that she is climbing. He forgets about Ryba and rushes over to her. He then begins hitting her in the back with force, trying to knock her off the ladder, but Latrisha tries to kick him away from her. Ryba now sees what's happening but was still too weak to get up, but London is still fighting away with Latrisha, and continues to try to pull her off the ladder before she reaches to the top. Ryba now finally gets to his feet and somewhat gathered his senses. He sees his chance to take down both at the same time. Ryba then bounces off the ropes and spears London down! London’s back rams into the ladder and this causes it to fall forward with Latrisha on it!

Star: I know Latrisha is used to having her back broken but not in such a manner!

Farah: Why do I feel like I'm watching the discovery channel? Latrisha looked like a monkey too.

Star: Maybe she is?

Farah: That explains the extra back hair!

Amaya: Ugh. You got a point. [Spits to the side]

The ladder closes up and Latrisha lands face first on the ladder! All three are down as the crowd explodes into a cheer. Drusilla has now gotten to her feet and grabbed another ladder. she sets it up and Drusilla makes her way to the top quickly. Ryba is shown now getting up to his feet, with a devilish smile on his face he stares up at Drusilla who was still climbing the ladder. He Irish whips himself to the ropes and comes in grabbing the ladder practically moving it a foot before tipping it over. Drusilla goes crashing down to the outside with a thud as she nails her head on the ring barricade hard. Ryba closes the ladder and holds it over his head next, he looks at the laid out Drusilla on the outside floor, and hoists it up before he then tosses it down on top of her. Then as he turns around, Latrisha Lamarte is shown charging at him, He extends his arms and then brings her up into a gorilla press position tossing her down on top of the ladder, which is still on top of Drusilla. Ryba turns once more and is met with a stiff shot to the jaw by Kindred now. Kindred fires and fires as he then sends Ryba backed up to the ropes, he then goes for a clothesline. But Ryba ducks downlow and low blows him Kindred. Kindrid goes down and with a spinning heel kick, Ryba nails Kindred in the back of his head. He then picks up Kindred and spins him around locking him up. He steps back and then tosses Kindred over the top rope with an overhead belly to belly suplex to the outside. Kindred lands directly on top of Latrisha, who is lying on the ladder, with the ladder still on top of Drusilla. Ryba rolls out of the ring and then walks towards the barricade and reaches over it.

Farah: I think Drusilla dead.

Star: She needs to be at this point. She's actin' real goofy right now.

Amaya: The "rybanator" is just slingin them bitches out of the ring.

Ryba brings up what appears to be a pole and a flag on it. He walks over to the dog pile and walks on top of it, jabbing the pole down into the gonads area of Kindred London who whelps in pain. The flag seems to be permanently straightened as the camera zooms out and shows that it says "IN RYBA WE TRUST!". Picture flashes go off in the arena like crazy as the fans roar in approval.

Amaya: Holy shit right in the JEWELS!

Farah: I hope he wasn't planning in having babies with Carliee.

Star: Babies with Carliee? THAT HO IS A BABY! THAT SHIT DON'T MIX!!!

Ryba then climbs in the ring and waits for the pile to break up. London rolls off and holds his private area in pain. Latrisha, who is obviously hurt, gets up as well crawling out of the carniage. Drusilla continues to lie on the ground laid out as blood spurrs out of her head. EMT’s rush to check on Drusilla. They load her on a stretcher and haul her to the back as she was obviously seriously injured from the attack by Ryba when she landed on her head with the barricade. London gets to his feet now and slides inside. Latrisha slides into the ring as well, but is caught with a load of boots from Ryba to her head. London then rushes to Ryba and begins attacking him with stiff elbows to his back. London then nails Ryba with a few right hands before whipping him in the ropes, he and Ryba are thinking alike as they both nail a clothesline on each other. Both men go down right after. London gets to his feet after a moment holding unto his neck. As he does, he staggers around and sees Latrisha on the ground. London proceeds to pick Latrisha up to her feet but is caught off guard by Ryba. Ryba wraps his arms around London and nails him with multiple german suplexes. The crowd goes crazy as the final suplex, Ryba drops London right onto the ladder. and London screams out in pain after the backside connected hard with the ladder. Ryba then gets to his feet and then turns his focus on Latrisha, who has gotten to her feet by now, and went to the outside. She slides a steel chair into the ring still not noticing that Ryba had full attention to her. Ryba waits for her to slide back in and then begins stomping on Latrisha as she is on the mat. She tries to fight to her feet but is unable too. Ryba, obviously has the upper hand, grabs her and then kicks her in the midsection. She grabs her stomach as Ryba then hooks and lifts Latrisha high above in a stalling suplex. As Ryba is holding her, allowing the blood to rush to her head, London, who is still feeling the pain of the german suplex on the ladder, kicks the feet out from under Ryba. Ryba goes down and also sends Latrisha crashing to the mat as well. All three were down again. London then begins getting to his feet. He picks up the chair and holds it up high as the crowd cheers. As Ryba goes to get to his feet, London throws the chair and nails Ryba in the head. Ryba falls back down. Latrisha, who starts getting to her feet, receives the same kind of attack from London with the chair. Both Latrisha and Ryba are down. London then grabs the ladder and picks it up and begins trying to set it up. Latrisha and Ryba both get to their feet at about the same time but Ryba is first to the punch at London. Ryba and London trade punches before Ryba gets the upper hand on London and backs him against the ropes. Ryba then whips London into the other side and London bounces off the ropes. Ryba next sends him flying over the top rope to the outside. London hits and rolls on the ground for a quick second.

Star: Oooh...and there goes Kindred. Baby boy done fell on his head enough in life already. His relationship with Carliee proves that.

Farah: He almost looks peaceful..I think he's probably dreaming of me right now.

Amaya: Poor, kid. How many times did Ryba throw him out already?

Farah: The same amount of times Jake banged Star!

Star: Mind your goddamn business you horny bitch!

Carilee now rushes over to check on London. Ryba then turns his attention to Latrisha however she is waiting for him and catches him off guard with a dropkick to the face. Ryba goes down. And Latrisha then gets up to her feet, she then goes and locks on the death lock on Ryba with massive pressure on the hold, she wants to take him out of the match. And all Ryba could do is try to fight it but cant as she has a good hold on it. Latrisha continues to hold the move on Ryba with more pressure. And after about a minute, it dawns on her that Ryba was out cold and that she couldn't win by submission, so she releases the move. However, Latrisha catches that London is getting ready to bring another ladder into the ring. so Latrisha thinks for a second before running over to London and the ladder, she gets in a baseball slide into the ladder causing it to hit London right in the face. London falls backwards. Latrisha then slides out of the ring and picks up the ladder. She then sets it with one end on the ring apron and the other on the ringside barrier. then walks over and picks up London roughly, She punches him a few times before locking in and lifting London up and executes a front suplex only that she drops him on his stomach right across the ladder that she just set up. The crowd screams in cheers as London lets out screams of pain. Carilee rushes over once again and begins checking on London who was now coughing up blood from the move.

Farah: Well, at least is London now coughing up the liquid..you know Carliee needed a vacation from that.

Star: No comment. No...fuckin'...comment.

Amaya: Shit just got real!

Latrisha next looks and sees that Ryba has since set up the ladder in the ring. He then starts making his way up towards the title. But Latrisha rushes in and instead of trying to knock over the ladder, she runs and jumps onto the second step of the ladder and then climbs to get even with Ryba. Both are at only halfway up the ladder by now, and Latrisha nails Ryba with a forearm shot to the side of his face. Ryba’s face turns from the hit but we see him smirk slightly after the hit. He then nails Latrisha with a closed fist punch to her face. And now both begin to trade punches on the ladder. This goes on for a good minute before Latrisha grabs the back of Ryba’s head and slams it into the step, and Ryba’s head quickly bounces backwards from the hit. She does it again and again, until Ryba’s head bounces off from the hit. Latrisha goes for it again, but this time Ryba beats her to it and executes that more on her. Latrisha’s head bounces back now losing her footing on the ladder and slips down. She falls off it onto the mat floor, and Ryba takes a second to gather his head before continuing up the ladder. London though has now gotten back to his feet and he slides inside the ring. As Ryba nears the top, London grabs the chair from earlier and cracks Ryba across the back with it causing a loud thud on his backside. Ryba stops dead in his tracks and falls against the ladder hard right after. London then pulls the chair back again and hits Ryba again with the chair. Ryba, after the second shot, falls to the mat from the ladder. London then doubles over in pain as his stomach and back is still hurting from his attacks he taken earlier. All three are on the ground. Latrisha and London are the first two up. London gets the first attack on Latrisha and they trades punches. Latrisha then kicks London in the stomach and he drops right to the mat as his stomach is still in pain from the front suplex on the ladder. Latrisha then takes a moment to catch her breath. She then walks over and starts stomping on Ryba, then London, then Ryba, then London. Latrisha then focuses on the ladder that is still standing. She then stops as Carilee has begun yelling trash at her. Although Latrisha starts yelling trash right back at her.

Farah: Why are they yelling? They both whores anyway!

Amaya: Carliee wants to get in and fuck her up!

Star: Please. The only thing Carliee can fuck up is Kindred's life. And she's a damn pro at that shit.

Farah: Not true..she can also fuck up everyones with that horried weave!

Amaya: You've obessed with weave tonight? Is yours getting old....feeling guilty...huh Farah?

That verbal spat has given Ryba time to get up along with London. Ryba grabs Latrisha and pulls her off the ladder. She falls hard to the mat. Ryba and London then starts trading punches yet again. The match has been an all out punch fest.

As Carilee watches in concern for what's going on in the ring, she doesn't realize that someone in the crowd has just jumped the security barricade right behind her and he's headed her way. When Carilee turns around, she nearly leaps out of her boots at the sight of Mercer standing right behind her. He grins cheesily, before grabbing a handful of her hair and dragging her over to the announcer's table. He then wraps a hand around her neck, clutching her tightly by the throat. He looks out to the crowd and screams out to them, and they roar back in approval. Michael looks ready to lift her up, but Kindred London has left the ring and hits Michael with a double axe handle to the back of the head from behind. Kindred begins putting the boots to Michael before taunting the fans who give him a chorus of boos in return, especially when he goes to check on Carilee. She gives him a kiss on the cheek and he turns around, before he's suddenly KO'd by the Stray Bullet by Mike Ryba!

Mercer is back on his feet now, and he smirks at Ryba before glancing off at Carilee. Ryba, not having been very pleased with Carliee's participation in the match himself, looks to his friend, and they both nod at each other as Carilee is boxed in. Mercer is on her left, Ryba on her right, and behind her is the announce table. Carilee tries to bolt in between both of them but the two men grab her by her neck, before they look to each other once more, and then they look out to the fans. Everyone is cheering at the two men, as they both reach to the announcers and yoink their headpieces with their free hands, lifting them up to speak into them. Both men toss the headpieces back to Ryde and David, before they then lift Carilee up by her neck, and double choke slam her right through the announcer's table, which sparks an uproar of cheers in the crowd!

Mercer points to the ring and after slapping Ryba on the back he tells him to go back and win that belt. Michael then glances off at the entrance ramp and he blanches as security starts making their way down; presumably to escort him out of the arena after what's just occurred. Scratching his head, he does the first thing that comes to mind: turns, hops the security barricade, and books it through the crowd.

Star: That's what they trick ass bitch gets.

As Kindred makes his way up the ladder, the rest of his opponents down. He begins to make his way up to grab the title. As he gets closer and closer, Ryba has made his way to his feet and begins to climb up the same side as him. As Kindred extends his arm up and touches the belt with the tip of his finger, Ryba is already up the ladder, and brings a hard punch right to the ball area of Kindred. Kindred doubles over the top of the ladder in pain as Ryba takes as many steps up as he can. He brings Kindred down a bit and brings his head back, hooking his head under his arm. The fans begin to cheer as Ryba then stands to a side, one foot only on the ladder now as it begins to wobble. With all he can he leaps off and sets Kindred up in air, dropping him on his head with the Angel's Wrath. The fans go ballistic as Kindred lays there motionless and Ryba lies on his side, rubbing the side he just fell on.

Farah: You know that hurt!

Star: Fuckin' right it did. I felt it all up and through here.

Amaya: Man Kindred is definitely out of order.

Ryba begins getting to his feet after the huge excitement. Latrisha is up now though and grabs Ryba by the head then gives him a huge knee to the face. She then takes him by the hand and whips him over to the turnbuckle. Latrisha next climbs up to the second rope and starts punching Ryba with fists. The crowd counts.

Crowd: 2.…..3.…..4.….5.….6.…..7.…

After the 7th punch, Ryab reaches up and grabs ahold of Latrisha and walks forward with her. He then drops her face across the turnbuckle. The crowd cheers as London has started moving around now. Ryba then picks up the ladder and sets it up. he then begins climbing it as the crowd cheers him on. Ryba gets close to the top to where his fingers are just missing grabbing the title. London then gets to the ladder and starts climbing. He seems to get a second wind, yet he is obviously fighting back pain. He reaches while he goes to be about even with Ryba. London and Ryba battle constantly at the top of the ladder fighting for the belt. Back and forth, left's right's ... even few uppercuts, tiring each other out. London catches Ryba off guard though, and wraps his arms around Ryba's neck, lifting him up with the strength still left from all the fighting. With several tugs, London pulls and suplexes Ryba off the ladder right onto the canvas, falling twenty feet back, Lucky to not have land on the outside. The crowd begins yelling as a faint “holy shit” chant can be heard. London is screaming in pain as is Ryba after that. With all three combatants are out on the mat with their bodies tired out and hurt, however, Latrisha has started moving around first followed by London. They both get to their feet about the same time, then both start to go at it with hard punches. Latrisha goes and kicks London in the midsection after several hits to the head. London begins to come groggy. Latrisha quickly takes advantage of this by ducking behind Londons attempt to clothesline, as she hooks her full nelson setup, trying to end London with Absolute Perfection, but as she does the routine, going into the DDT, London telegraphs the DDT, twisting it into an over the shoulder belly to back piledriver, as she crashes on impact. The crowd looks on in unbelievable state, as London shakes off the cobwebs.

Amaya: That's what latrisha gets for trying to be perfect!

Star: It was a nice attempt. I must admit Kindred played that off nicely though.

Farah: I have to say that it was a nice block from Kindred.

Ryba has rolled to the outside of the ring to catch his breath and stay out of the way of action. and then out of nowhere ERIK HARRIS comes from the audience. He nails in a punch to the face of Ryba and whips him in the steel steps hard. Ryba holds to his backside in pain but Erik continues his attack on Ryba by getting in some more stiff punches to the head as well as some kicks to the ribs, then out of the blue he nails in the Pitch Black taking out Ryba for the time being then leaving the same way that he came from with a sly smirk on his face. London sees what happened to Ryba and then looks at the ladder near the laid out Ryba. There is a ladder near him. London takes the other ladder in the ring and closes it. He then lays one side of it the ropes and the other on the top of the ladder that is set up outside by Ryba and the announce tables, making a somewhat walkway on the ladder.. London then gets out of the ring and walks over. He then takes Ryba and raises him to his feet, although Ryba snaps out of it and starts trading punches with him. But London manages to get him backed up to one of the announce tables. London then kicks Ryba in the midsection and then lays him on the announce table. London then rushes into the ring and starts climbing the ladder. He has a chance to go for the belt but instead choses to punish Ryba. London runs and jumps up on the ladder that is the walkway. He then runs on the ladder which leads him to the one that is standing up outside the ring. London then does a running elbow drop onto Ryba through the announcers table! And as Farah, Amaya and Star look on in shock, The crowd right away explodes into a full arena “holy shit” chant! London and Ryba both are laying on the outside. Latrisha is then seen running the same route as London did and then she jumps off and nails them with a body splash! All three are now on the outside rolling in pain.

Farah: What the hell is Carliee doing now?

Star: Fuck this bitch.

Amaya: She's making this shit more interesting.

Carliee goes to Latrisha and starts to slap her across the face, but then suddenly jumps up from her seat and begins to head for the ring. Star takes off her pink belt from her waist and wraps it around the neck of Carliee, hauiling her to the floor. The crowd goes nuts as Star now begins to drag Carliee like a rag doll all the way to the ramp area, you can see the look of Carliee's face almost like she was about to pass out from it. Farah is shown now laughing her ass off as well as Amaya who just giggles at what's going on.

Farah: See Amaya, Star is just like me...she uses her clothes as weapons...Go on Star and beat her ass with that belt!

Amaya: Fucking Star is crazy yo!

Star now releases the belt from the neck of Carliee and circles her like she's looking down at her pray. She then raises the belt up to the air and brings it back down to the body of Carliee whipping her ass like she's her own mama. All Carliee could do is try and cover her body from each whip lash that Star was giving her. London who was back inside the ring now watches on in a worried state for his girlfriend who was getting the whipping she so needed growing up. He attempts to go to there, but gets caught off guard by Ryba with a running clothesline. He mounts him and gets in some punches right on his forehead as Star continues whipping away at Carliee, she finally though manages to kick Star in the midsection and then gauge her eyes allowing this time to run out of there before Star recuperates from that. Inside the ring now Ryba has Kindred to his feet, she swings him toward the ropes to then connect with a Implant DDT. Latrisha now from the outside gets to her feet while taking with her a Ladder, she slides it inside and then goes in after it. Ryba sees her and goes to nail her with a punch to the face, but she blocks this and claws at the eyes of Ryba. Latrisha then picks up the ladder and swings it to the back of Ryba twice before placing the ladder right under the title belt. London now gets right on up and sees Latrisha climbing up the ladder, so he goes to the other side of the ladder instead of attempting to knock her off them. As they both reach the top part of the ladder each begins to nail in some hard hitting punches, but neither one manages to knock the other. Ryba now sees both Latrisha and London fighting their way to get to the belt, so he bounces off the ropes with a dropkick sending both Latrisha and London outside the ring. The crowd cheer loudly now as Ryba raises the ladder up and begins to accend it.

Amaya: Shit he knocked them out again!

Farah: Oh my...Look at his ass!

He gets to the last step, and the crowd get up to their feet as he begins to reach toward the belt. Latrisha and London go to get inside the ring before he can, but it was to late...MIKE RYBA grabs the belt and snaps it off getting the victory and crowning himself the first Platinum Champion! Latrisha and London hold their heads as Ryba celebrates on top of the ladder his win holding his championship tightly before raising it up on the air in celebration. He does this all the way to the back as confetti starts to accend down.

Farah: OH MY GUCCI..HE WON...RYBA IS OUR CHAMPION!

Amaya: Well there you have it! I picked him....He won for my group. HA! HA! Bitches I make better choices! I run this shhhhhhhhhhhhhit!

Farah: So do prostitutes!

Amaya: Don't you get mad when I swerve and I twist!

Amaya gets up and dances on the table. And she chants along with the crowd..."RYBA RYBA RYBA".

Latrisha stands up to her feet, still feeling bruised and broken from the hellacious match. She stumbles to make her way to ringside, lifting up the large Crimson Incantations apron to pull out a bat wrapped in barbed wire. The crowd grows blood thirsty as she lifts the weapon over her head, as if she was boasting about having it in her possession. She grins as Carliee sneaks up behind her, thinking she can’t see her as clear as day on the huge video screen above the entrance. Latrisha quickly swings the weapon around, knocking Carliee on the side of her petite head with it.

David Wright: Latrisha just knocked out Carliee with a barbed wire bat!

Ryde Rass: Should I be turned on?

Latrisha stomps on Carliee’s lifeless body before she slides back underneath the ropes, and paces around the ring a bit. Kindred, who’s up on his feet but still disoriented, turns to face her. Without hesitation she lifts the weapon over her head, and slams it in Kindred’s head, undoubtably catching some of his flesh along the jagged edges of the barbs. Kindred falls back down to the mat, with blood trickling from his temple.

Ryde Rass: Like things couldn’t get worse for this brotha.

David Wright: I agree with you for once. Kindred is experiencing a serious backlash right about now.

Latrisha raises the weapon over her head once more, now with a smirk on her face. She paces around a bit before slamming the bat into Kindred’s groin, causing him to close his legs, and roll on his side in pain. Latrisha doesn’t give up easily, walking around to Kindred’s head, and using the bat to choke him out. Kindred tries to reach for the ropes, but there’s no referee around, or any sign of relief. He passes out slowly, as the crowd gives mixed reactions to the event taking place in the ring.

David Wright: Someone has to stop this. This is getting ridiculous.

Ryde Rass: They tryin to kill Kindred tonight man. That’s what happens when you steal people’s money though.

David Wright: What? What are you talking about?

Ryde Rass: Oh something similar happened to my cousin Ricky. You can ask Amaya about that situation.

David Wright: You know, I don’t really want to know.

Kindred’s limp hand falls to the mat as Latrisha viciously screams, and tosses his body to the side. She stands to her feet and places the bat down on the canvas. She then forces Kindred to his feet, and looks for the nearest ladder she can find. She places Kindred face down on the mat, with the bat directly underneath his forehead. Without hesitation, she begins climbing the ladder, high enough to where she can see a good distance of the crowd in the arena. She then leaps forward, and executes a huge splash on Kindred’s chest and neck area, causing the barbed wire to sink deep in his skin. Kindred seems to become aware of this awful pain, yelling out loudly as the crowd respectively gives a chorus of loud ovations and jeers.

Ryde Rass: Wait till I tell Ricky about this!

David Wright: Latrisha Lamarte has just brutally attacked Kindred London without warning, the same as she attacked Shane Meras last week on Disclosure.

Ryde Rass: It might just be that time of the month.

David Wright: Or there could be another reason, Ryde.

Ryde Rass: I was just saying.

Latrisha stands to her feet, wiping her hair out of her face. She spits towards Kindred before climbing out through the second rope, and walking over to the ring announcer to get a microphone.

Latrisha: Miss Star sends her regards to Kindred.

She drops the mic and spreads a big grin over her face before heading towards the ramp. Kindred remains in the middle of the ring, still limp and bleeding profusely. As Latrisha is halfway up the entrance way she turns back around to look at the carnage she inflicted. With one last smirk she turns back around and disappears behind the curtains. The camera cuts to Kindred as Carliee tries to roll underneath the ropes, and be near her man. The PDW logo then flashes across the screen as the show fades.