Madison Square Garden, where legacies are born and recognized. Platinum Dynasty Wrestling's first venture outside of it's small but prolific existence in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. A place of golden memories and boundless honor, this was what all entertainers alike aspired to. And this was their destination. With beauty, grace, a fabulous outfit and a whole lot of unannounced Star stares out of the window of a yellow tax cab, looking as though her day has already been ruined by some unseen force. She ignores the bouncing around of her cousin Shara next to her, Shara looks like a kid in a candy store. She leans over to Star with a big smile and nudges her with her elbow.
Shara: You still mad at me?
Star simply ignores her, continuing to stare out of the window as if Shara hadn't said a word.
Shara: Huh? Huh? You still mad? Huh, Star? You're mad? Mad at me? Huh? You hear me? Star...Star? Star?
Star: WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT UP?! Goddamn!
Shara: Well sheesh? I'm trying to improve this situation and you're going all evil bitch face on me! you need to relax! This is supposed to be a good day.
Star: How could you even ask such a stupid question, huh? Am I mad at you? Well, lets see. You totally disrespected me at Disclosure last week AFTER you unleashed a psycho! Then you crashed up not one, not two, but THREE of my damn cars all in a span of two weeks! Now you've got me stuck in this Godforsaken taxi for something like two hours when you know damn well I have the biggest show of my life tonight! So am I mad at you? Ummm...let me think. HELL YES I'm mad at you!
Shara: I can't believe you're being all sour grapes.
Star: Sour what? Shara, stop watching the Wiggles with your elementary school little sisters and get the hell out of my face. Seriously.
Shara just rolls her eyes as the taxi comes to a halt. Star doesn't even bother to wait. She quickly snatches the door open and stumbles out of the taxi as Shara tosses money at the driver and quickly follows her out. Walking swiftly, Star ignores Shara who scrambles to keep up with her excitedly.
Shara: Man, this is gonna be HOT! I can't believe this! Madison Square Garden?!
Star: Uhhh, yeah, but--
Shara: You made it, girl! You finally made it! PDW is stompin' with the big does now! How you feel?!
Star: Well, go..good...but--
Shara: You know the whole WORLD is probably watching this?! And we're damn near sold out! I mean not quite 'cause we ain't the WWE but--
Star: SHARA!
Shara: Huh? What?
Star: This is NOT Madison Square Garden!
Suddenly, the entire scene comes to a screeching halt as a look of pure confusion makes its way across Shara's face. She then stares around the area, finding nothing but desolation and despair in the form of old Chinese ladies selling bootleg "Deh-vey-dey's" and knockoff handbags, some other kind of foreign people pushing psychedelic glass bongs and calling it "kitchenware"...which definitely catches Shara's eyes for a moment. But she quickly regains her focus and turns back to Star...whose eyes have the very fires have hell burning deep within them.
Shara: For real? Well...damn. My bad...
The camera pans around Madison Square Garden for PDW's biggest event yet, filled nearly to capacity as screaming fans deafen the area. Several signs are tossed in the air, some that read "I WANT RYBA"S GRADE A MAN MEAT!" and "PETE EBDON IS GOD!". A huge blast of elaborate pyro goes off. Suddenly, the lights around the building begin to flicker and the screens turn to static. Concerned for a moment Wright taps his microphone to make sure it’s still working.
David Wright: Are we still on the air?
Reggie Stallworth: I think so, just somebody is obviously screwing with the lights and screens.
David Wright: Who’d want to do –?
As if to answer his question the PA system comes to life...
LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR!
LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR!
LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR!
LET THE BODIES HIT THE...
ONE!! TWO!! THREE!! GO!!!
“Step Up” by Drowning Pool blasts across the PA system as images from last week of Odd being beaten down after his match flash across the screen interlaced with an image that will soon be all too familiar to everybody involved in PDW...
Nicholas Jaxx: Bitches and gentlepeeps welcome to the biggest night in the HISTORY of Platinum Dynasty Wrestling, welcome to DISHONORABLE DISCHARGE!!
The fans pop wildly as Jaxx nods his head encouragingly.
Nicholas Jaxx: I know dudes, it’s a fucking HUGE night for this company but you know what? It’s a fucking huge night for us right here as well because tonight is the night that the Order of Chaos fucking establish a foothold in this company. Tonight is the night that the Order of Chaos fucking reign supreme and when the night is done I can guarantee you mother fuckers that tomorrow morning every person here will be able to say that they bore witness to the single greatest night in the history of PDW and it’s all thanks to the OOC!
Jaxx tosses the microphone to Ebdon and the two begin to walk down to the ring, Jaxx slapping the hands of the fans who desperately reach over the barricade to touch him while Ebdon ignores them and instead begins to speak.
Pete Ebdon: There’s a simple truth that needs to be addressed here in PDW and it’s a simple truth that I plan to address right here tonight. Right now there are half a dozen morons running around calling themselves “Champions” and thinking that simply by wearing the championship gold that they set themselves apart from the rest of the company, that by wearing the championship belts they in some way have established themselves as the upper tier of this company, as the trend setters and as the standard bearers for their respective divisions but the simple truth is that there is not ONE man or woman holding a belt in this company that is truly worthy of calling themselves “Champion”.
Ebdon jumps up on to the apron and climbs between the middle rope as Jaxx grabs the microphone out of the hand of Sammantha Jinx and rolls in to the ring with it, winking at her as he does so.
Pete Ebdon: Last week the Order of Chaos was re-established in this company not to “gang-up” on our opponents and not to claim some clichéd bullshit along the lines of “taking over” PDW but rather to fix this very simple of problems, to show the world what true STANDARD BEARERS should be and to demonstrate to the collective audience that tag teams and stables in this business don’t HAVE to be mindless drones following one established leader and jumping whenever he clicks his fingers. The Order of Chaos was established to alter people’s perceptions of what “groups” of wrestlers should be and to act as a beacon for the entire industry and demonstrate to all the rookies out there that there is still a place in this world for creativity and originality.
Jaxx puts his arm on Ebdon’s shoulder and leans on him cockily, nodding his head as Ebdon speaks.
Nicholas Jaxx: What the guy’s saying mother fuckers is that WE’RE SICK OF YOUR BULLSHIT! Four fucking weeks the Jaxxster has been part of this company now and you know what’s happened on all four weeks? Fucking videos have been cut, fucking crowds have sold out and fucking fans have been entertained! Why? Because whenever our music hits people suddenly realise that they’re not about to be bored to death by clichéd ranting or mindless wrestling. Come on, how many of you people really enjoy watching shows that half of these “big promotions” put out any more? How many people enjoy knowing that the “new guy” is going to start at the bottom and get squashed six weeks in a row unless he’s three hundred fifty pounds and can powerbomb some mother fucker? Nobody fucking enjoys watching that shit no more; nobody enjoys watching lard-ass mother fuckers punching one another until one of them has a major coronary and drops dead in the ring. And DEFINITELY nobody enjoys watching guys who were fucking wrestling in the eighties drag their old, out of shape asses to the ring and attempt to wrestle all the while hoping that their knee ligaments don’t snap and that they have to be picked off the canvas with a spatula.
The fans pop.
Nicholas Jaxx: That’s why we’re here mother fuckers and why we’re out here right now, we’re sending you all a message to say WE AIN’T TAKING THAT CRAP NO MORE!! The Order of Chaos is about ORIGINALITY!! The Order of Chaos is about CREATIVITY!! The Order of Chaos is about GIVING THE FANS WHAT THE FUCK THEY WANT TO SEE WHEN THE FUCK THEY WANT TO SEE IT!! And what do these people want to see tonight? THE JAXXSTER AS BLOODSHED CHAMPION!!!
As much to Jaxx’s own surprise as to anybody else’s the crowd pop hugely for that idea and he’s somewhat taken aback.
Pete Ebdon: The reason we’re out here isn’t to claim that we’re going to “take over” because in all honesty I wouldn’t WANT to take over this dump but we are here to deliver a message. Three weeks ago I told the world live on national television that THE MESSIAH HAD RETURNED, tonight I deliver a message with equally as much of an impact: THINGS ARE GOING TO CHANGE!!
The fans go wild.
Pete Ebdon: MIKE RYBA, KINDRED LONDON, RACHEL PRICE, ODD, DYLAN CAGE, TROY TRINIDAD and JON REEPER, these are the names of people I wish to quite literally NAME AND SHAME for their complete lack of effort involving the build up to this pay per view extravaganza. If ANYBODY in this crowd paid for their ticket in advance expecting to see the best out of these individuals then I’m afraid they have taken money and SCREW YOU OVER like cheap con-artists. People like this deserve not your respect but your hatred whereas people like myself and Nicholas Jaxx have taken it upon ourselves to single-handedly make it up to each and every one of you. Tonight you won’t see the greatest show on earth because some people around here are too lazy or inept to deliver it but in at least two different matches tonight you WILL get your money’s worth. Tonight the Order of Chaos make a statement and tonight I begin my rise to the very top of this promotion by taking out its “poster boy” for innovation. Tonight the Order of Chaos deliver unto you a Bloodshed Championship match they’ll be talking about in five years time when they compare whoever then is wearing the belt to the greatest who’s ever set foot in the ring. And before the night is done the Order of Chaos GUARANTEE to have swung the balance of power in this company away from the mentally inept “champions” of today and in to the favour of the innovative champions of tomorrow.
Ebdon smirks as he looks toward the camera.
Pete Ebdon: And tonight I personally guarantee you a surprise that’ll have you talking for weeks to come. WELCOME TO OUR WORLD, WELCOME TO REALITY!!
Nicholas Jaxx: LET CHAOS REIGN MOTHER FUCKERS!!
“Step Up” by Drowning Pool blasts across the speaker system again sending the fans in to a frenzy as Nicholas Jaxx and Pete Ebdon roll from the ring and head toward the back.
It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents, except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind swept up the streets, rattling along the house-tops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps the struggled against the darkness.
There was no Electricity In the small Sicilian Town. And people still hung up to their old traditions. There were plenty of battery operated lights in the shops , yet people preferred those stinky and old oil lamps
No one could see nothing but the outlines of the trees and the roof of the stables. There was perfect stillness in the air wrapped in slumber and darkness. Even the watchman, paid to disturb the stillness of night, was silent; even the corncrake -- the only wild creature of the feathered tribe that does not shun the proximity of spring visitors -- was silent.
On a rooftop , kneeled down and apathetically watching towards the black sky there stood a man covered in a red, almost bloodstained-like, mantel. The thick raindrops fell on him, but he didn’t seem to care about getting all wet. He was absorbed in his own thoughts.
Enzo Kanegawa: ….. Winning ……Is that all that matters to me? I’ve been winning like mad in the past months. Winning was all that I cared about. That was a synonym of getting away from my disastrous past.
Yet as I find myself more and more at the top of the mountain, at the top of the food chain, I feel cold and lonely. I miss something…
..What is it that I miss….Please..somebody…answer…
Can i find the answer in Platinum Dynasty wrestling? Only time will tell.
Cyber Championship #1 Contender
Lupus Nebula vs Jon Reeper
David Wright: Coming up next ladies and gentlemen we have the Cyber Championship number one contender match.
Reggie Stallworth: That’s right DW, this match is going to pit my pick to win Jon Reeper against the young up and coming Lupus Nebula.
David Wright: I think it’s premature to make a bold prediction like a Jon Reeper win before the match has even started.
“More Human than Human" is heard coming from the speakers, in that same moment there is a total blackout followed by a wolf howl. A small light enlightens the ramp way entrance, showing a man covered in a red mantel standing there, looking at the ground. The man starts his walk towards the ring without caring much about the fan reaction. The Red Mantel is thrown away as soon as the music dies and the man slides in the ring sitting in one of the turnbuckles, staring out at the crowd.
Sammantha Jinx: Standing to my left hailing from Sicily, Italy and weighs in at two-hundred and twenty pounds he is...LUPUS NEBULA!
David Wright: Hopefully Lupus Nebula can keep his head screwed on straight long enough to get the victory and stay focused.
Reggie Stallworth: Focus? That won’t help him. We’re talking about Jon Reeper here; in all honestly Nebula doesn’t stand a chance in the world.
The lights go out as soon as the initial symbol crash is heard. His tattoo symbol flashes on the screen, and the fans do not like this. Red lights strobe to the beat of PDW's REEPER THEME as Jon Reeper and his manager AJ Drive storms out onto the stage. The fans erupt in a sea of boos, but Reeper ignores them and marches down the ramp and roles into the ring. AJ Drive does his best to yell at the front row fans about how f'n awesome Reeper is, but they're not taking it.
David Wright: Oh get over yourself!
Sammantha Jinx: Now making his way to the ring, he stands at six feet four inches tall and weighs in at two hundred and eighty-five pounds and hails from Detroit, Michigan…JON REEPER!
David Wright: You’re an idiot.
DING…DING…DING… The ring bell pierces through the mixed reaction of the crowd and Lupus Nebula explodes like a firecracker. Nebula dives across the ring flipping with a cart wheel, leaping up and kicking Jon Reeper with a shin across the jaw. Reeper falls back and Nebula jumps on him going for the cover.
One…
Two…
Th… Reeper shoots his shoulder off the mat.
Nebula jumps to his feet backs off and flips forward with a standing moonsault again going for the cover.
One…
Two…
T… Reeper shoots his shoulder off the mat again.
Reggie Stallworth: THANK GOD!
Nebula again jumps to his feet and springs off the far ropes and comes back slamming an elbow down into Reeper’s jaw sending the big man to the mat once again. Reeper starts to rise to his feet, but again Nebula bounces off the ropes and leaps forward with a diving dropkick to Reeper’s mouth. Nebula hops to his feet and he pulls Reeper up to a seated position. Nebula backs off and just lunges forward and kicks Reeper across the chest sending him back to the mat and he again goes for the quick cover.
One…
Reggie Stallworth: WHAT ARE YOU DOING REEPER!? FINISH HIM!
Tw… Reeper shoots his shoulder off the mat for the third time.
David Wright: Another failed pin attempt by Lupus Nebula.
Nebula turns around and walks to the corner and ascends the turnbuckle. Lupus climbs to the top rope and waits for Reeper to climb to his feet. Reeper climbs up to one knee, then to both and finally reaches a double over position. Lupus jumps forward, grabs Reeper by the neck and snaps him down with a diving DDT. Reeper’s head snaps off the mat, but this time Nebula pays no attention to a cover and again ascends the turnbuckles.
David Wright: This could be it! He could be going for the First Human Disaster.
Jon Reeper lays on his back as Lupus runs towards the turnbuckle leaps up, and shifts his momentum leaping backwards rotating 360 degrees and coming crashing down with a sickening moonsault leg drop. Nebula’s leg comes crashing down across Reeper’s throat and sending him into spasms. Nebula turns his body around, hooks Reeper’s leg and goes for the cover.
One…
Two…
Three…
David Wright: IT’S ALL OVER!
The sound of “More Human than Human” cues up on the sound system as Lupus Nebula jumps to his feet after an impressive victory.
Reggie Stallworth: I JUST LOST FIVE HUNDRED BUCKS!
Rachel Stevens is walking backstage before her match minding her own business and talking away on her phone, when out of nowhere a flash of red hair, and Casey Hutchins is knocking her into the wall with a brutal attack. She grabs her by the hair and slams her head down on a table twice before flicking her back and too the hard concrete floor. She begins to stomp on her a few times before a large smirk spreads across her face, and she speaks.
Casey: Yeah I guess I really am too hot headed at times, but you my dear are going to be down for the count tonight.
She laughs as she walks away from the scene with Rachel laying on the floor, possibly out cold. Casey is seen walking down the hallway after her attack on Rachel Stevens, that’s when she see’s one of the interviewer twins, she smirks and walks up to her.
Casey: Which one are you?
Layla: Guess bitch.
Casey: You’d be Layla then, excellent, just the girl I was looking for, only because you’ll make me look like the bad guy that I am here, or how people will see me after what I did tonight.
Layla: Oh you mean that blatant attack on Rachel Stevens, that amused me really, but what made you do it?
Casey: Well if she’s going to make me look like some crusty bitch that has something stuck up her ass, who doesn’t have respect for people then that’s the way I am going to act towards her, I mean why not, why sit back and just take it all in? The reason I attacked Rachel tonight is because the girl is fake, 100% fake, she tries to make people believe she is some privileged little angel, being the nice person and offering me her hand two weeks in a row, but I see through her little game, and I’m not going to play it. I’m going into that match being me and nothing else, I only show respect towards people that deserve it, and well in my eyes that little witch gets nothing but a boot to her pretty little face. With that said, it’s time to go get ready for my match, lace up them boots of mine.
Casey just smirks as she walks away from Layla.
Suddenly When I’m Gone by 3 Doors Down hits. Blake Sellers walks out on stage dressed in an all white tuxedo. He stands with his left hand in his pocket and looks around at all the fans gathered in Madison Square Garden to see PDW Dishonorable Discharge and a sinister smile comes across his face. The smile soon fades and is replaced by a serious look as Blake slowly makes his way down to ringside. He looked to be all business as if something was bothering him about the night. Blake stops and stares into the ring for a moment. You could see something was bothering him now for sure as he once again looked out into the crowd. Blake turns his attention toward one of the PDW staff members sitting at ringside and motions for them to get up. He takes their chair and then heads over to the announcer table leaning in to them closely.
Blake It’s time things change around here. To much dead weight. Tonight will definitely be a new start full of surprises
Blake doesn’t say another word, instead turns and places the chair down before sitting down with his eyes and his mind focused on the ring.
Reggie Stallworth: Blake Selters joining us at ringside…and not a happy Blake Selters at that. Any Idea what he meant?
David Wright: I have no idea. I saw him talking to Star earlier today and neither seemed to be in the best moods. It may be the show here in Madison Square Garden.
Reggie Stallworth: Whatever it is, it appears Blake will be getting an upclose and personal look at it all.
The cameras find PDW interviewer Kayla Moore in the women’s bathroom, freshening up for her job at the big show. As she pulls out a tub of lip gloss the door slowly swings open and in walks the youngest superstar under contract with Platinum Dynasty Wrestling, Talena Baptiste. With her hair done in two long, stylish pig tails and dressed in a form fitting denim jump suit, she bounces casually into the bathroom and slides up to the sink right next to Kayla. With a polite smile, Kayla nods in her direction.
Kayla: You’re ummm….
Kayla pauses, trying to place the young girls’ face with a name.
Kayla: Uh, you’re…wait I know this.
Talena’s smile quickly melts away as she glares at Kayla who clearly can’t remember her name.
Talena: It’s Talena!
Kayla: Oh! Talena! Right!
Talena: And you’re ummm…damn…I know this! Katie?
It’s obvious that Talena knows her name. That’s exactly why Kayla huffs and rolls her eyes in Talena’s direction.
Kayla: Kayla…my name is Kayla.
Talena: Oh, well. You know. Whatever.
With a sarcastic smile and a nonchalant shrug Talena looks back into the mirror and beings adjusting her already perfect ponytails. Kayla then shakes her head and places her bag on the floor before sauntering off into one of the stalls and closing the door gently behind her. As Talena looks on, she suddenly rushes over to the bag and kneels down. She then opens it, peering over her shoulder every now and then as Kayla hums aloud. Talena quietly reaches into the bag and feels around for a moment. She then yanks out a microphone. An excited look immediately spreads across her face at the sight of it. She then scurries towards the door and steps out. Talena reaches into her pocket and pulls out a set of keys, using them to lock the bathroom door. Then she pulls out a ready made sign and sticks it on the door.
Talena: Good job!
With a smile, Talena holds up her prize, the mic, and runs off just as the camera focuses in on the sign that reads “OUT OF ORDER”.
Cyber Championship Match
Hannah St. John © vs Dylan Cage
Sammantha Jinx: The following match is one fall and it ifs for the PDW Cyber Championship. Introducing first the challenger standing at 6’4” and weighing in at 240 pounds Dylan CAGE!!!!!!!!!!!
The lights go out as the intro to cowboy plays. You can do anything you choose I'm a Be the man gonna sing the blues Red White and Blue down to the Bone Ya don't like that then take your punk ass home
The lights go out as the intro to cowboy plays.
You can do anything you choose
I'm a Be the man gonna sing the blues
Red White and Blue down to the Bone
Ya don't like that then take your punk ass home
And I'm a Kid Rock it up and down your block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch
Buy yacht with a flag sayin' chillin' the most
Then rock that bitch up and down the coast <p>
You can tell all the critics i'm back from the dead
Fuck Clay Aiken and Radiohead
And if Britney Spears wants a kiss that'll last
Well you can tell her and Madonna they can kiss my ass
I bet these people never though they'd see
Little hip-hop, Rock-n-Roll,
Country soul gettin on at Cobo Hall in Detroit city
Then it fades to static as the arena fills with smoke, Cowboy by kid rock blast over the pa system as "The Outlaw Dylan Cage makes his way to the ring.
Sammantha Jinx: And now your PDW Cyber Champion, standing at 6’4” and weighing in at 175 pounds Hannah St. JOHN!!!!!!
"Medieval Times" by Cee-Lo starts to play as the lights dim and turn a dark purple. The video screen lights up showing Various clips of Hannah. We see her first in the ring with a chair in her hand and a few drops of blood coming from the top of her head. The next clip is Hannah jumping in Joseph’s arm as he walks thru a door. Next we see Hannah low blowing someone before nailing her Shinedown Shooting Star Press. The next shot is Hannah and Joseph dancing in a club. We then switch to Hannah holding a world title over her head as she looks exhausted and is covered in sweat and blood. Finally the video starts to replay as we see Hannah emerge first as she looks over the crowd with a emotionless gaze. We then see the 6’11, 305pound frame of Hannah’s husband and manager Joseph St. John emerge. He walks up behind Hannah and leans down putting his arms around her waist and whispering something to her which causing her to smirk almost sadistically. We see them start to walk slowly down the ramp as Hannah smirks at the crowd. Joseph and Hannah stop just short of the ring. Joseph grabs Hannah by her waist and lifts her up on the ring apron and allowing her to climb in the ring before stepping up on the ring apron and then stepping over the top rope. Hannah leans over the ropes and seductively lick her lips as she looks at the crowd. Hannah then turns walking to Joseph who is standing in the middle of the ring. Joseph grabs Hannah and lifts her up pressing his chest against her so she is looking down at him. She places her hands on his cheeks and gives him a kiss before he slowly sets her down not breaking eye contact with her. Joseph slowly climbs out of the ring as Hannah leans back against a turnbuckle waiting for the match to start.
Reggie Stallworth: We haven’t heard anything from Dylan prior to now. Perhaps he was preparing for this match
David Wright: I’m not to high on stars that fail to speak. This is Madison Square Garden. Every wrestler dreams of performing here..
Reggie Stallworth: Wow someone’s growing a back bone now. It’s M.S.G. fever. Wait. What is Blake Selters up to now?
Blake Selters climbs up into the ring and motions for someone from the back. One of the PDW security members come running down to the ring with a rope in his hand as Blake tells Dylan something. Whatever was said Dylan didn’t like as he started yelling out no and kicking the ropes. Security suddenly grab Dylan and using the ropes ties one arm behind Dylan’s back. Dylan still continues to protest as Hannah just shakes her head and laughs. Both Blake and Joseph exit the ring. Blake walks over to Sammantha and whispers something in here ear. Sammantha Jinx: Blake Selters has informed me that since this is Madison Square Garden, The people deserve to see effort. Since Dylan Cage has given a one arm effort, he now will be wrestling this match with one arm tied behind his back.
David Wright: What the hell is this about?.
Reggie Stallworth: I don’t know but I’ beginning to like this more and more and the morons in the crowd seem to appreciate it as well listen to them laughing.
David Wright: But this…One arm?
Hannah stares down Blake for a moment not to happy about the one arm thing and Dylan charges trying to catch her from behind. Hannah catches Dylan coming in and takes him down with drop toe hold. She quickly moves to Dylan’s free arm and begins stomping on it repeatedly. Dylan manages to get to his feet and fall back into the corner. Hannah runs in, leaps up and takes Dylan out of the corner with a monkey flip causing him to land hard on the arm that was tied behind his back. Dylan tries to roll out of the ring but Hannah grab the rope holding his arm. She pulls Dylan to his feet and then sends him shoulder first into the corner. Dylan stumbles out of the corner and gets an Enziuguri to the face by Hannah, sending him crashing to the mat.
David Wright: Hannah St. John is definitely not taking it easy on Dylan is she?
Reggie Stallworth: It’s this place. It brings out the best or worst in all of us. This crowd is loving this though
David Wright: So is Blake. Look at the smile on his face. Though Joseph hasn’t taken his eyes off of Blake. I don’t think he trust Blake.
Dylan tries to roll out of the ring to get a breather but comes face to face with Joseph and quickly rolls back into the ring. Hannah grabs him and kicks him in the midsection. She whips Dylan into the corner and then goes for a springboard back elbow. Dylan manages to move out of the way and Hannah lands hard into the corner she stumbles out holding her back and Dylan charges going for a clothesline. Hannah ducks and Dylan stops just short of going into the corner shoulder first. Hannah dropkicks Dylan in the back and he goes flying hard into the corner. Dylan stumbles out of the corner and Hannah nails him with Facelift Bulldog, making sure she dropped him partly on his shoulder. Dylan rolls over in pain and Hannah starts to viciously stomp away at his arm causing Dylan to yell out in pain.
Reggie Stallworth: What a match ladies and Gentlemen!!!
David Wright: What a match? Are you watching what I’m watching and even Joseph is yelling at Blake for doing this.
Reggie Stallworth: Hannah’s not to happy about it either and it looks like she’s taking out her frustrations on Dylan Cage.
Hannah looks over at Blake and flips him off before kicking Dylan right in the head. She pulls Dylan up, grabs him by the arm and nails him with a shoulderbreaker to the arm that was tied behind his back. Hannah turns and yells something at Blake once more as Dylan gets to his feet. Dylan actually swings a right hand at Hannah but she avoids it and takes Dylan down with a Russian legsweep. Once again Dylan lands on his injured shoulder as Hannah gets up and starts to go to the top rope. Hannah leaps off driving a knee ring into the shoulder of Dylan Cage. Dylan yells out in pain and then rolls to the outside of the ring. Hannah climbs to the ring apron and then leaps off nailing Dylan in the back and sending him shoulder first into the ring post.. He falls to the ground but Hannah quickly rolls him back into the ring before getting back in herself.
David Wright: Well I will say Hannah is doing the right thing as far as focusing on the arm and shoulder of Dylan Cage
Reggie Stallworth: Wait I think Dylan is getting his arm. Damn PDW does no one like know how to tie a knot around here.
David Wright: Arm free or not it may be to little to late for Dylan Cage.
Hannah goes to pull Dylan up but get a surprise as he is free. Dylan rapes the eyes of Hannah and then tries to shake off the effects of the beating on his arm. Dylan with a kick to the midsection of Hannah. He goes to lift her up but his arm won’t allow it. He kicks her in the midsection again and then tries for the twist of Fate. Hannah shoves him shoulder first into the corner and then out of no where nails Shattered Hopes. She covers Dylan for a pin attempt
One…
Two…
Three…
Sammantha Jinx:: Here is your winner and still PDW Cyber Champion…HANNAH ST. JOHN!!!!!!
David Wright: This one is over and I think Dylan will remember both the wrath and mean streak of Hannah St. John and Blake Selters after tonight is over.
Hannah rolls out the ring grabs her title and then walks over to Blake Selters. She suddenly nails him with a low blow kick, dropping him to one knee before walking away.
Reggie Stallworth: What the hell was that for?
David Wright: I don’t know but the crowd loved it. Listen to the cheers.
We fade to the backstage area where Pete Ebdon has been watching the match on a monitor. He’s already dressed to compete for his match tonight and he smiles as he watches the championship belt held high by the champion, eyeing it up closely as Nicholas Jaxx walks up behind him.
Nicholas Jaxx: Dude, what you watching this shit for?
Pete Ebdon: A little research Nicky, that’s all.
Nicholas Jaxx: On the Cyber Championship? Come the fuck on dude, you’re setting your eyes on that thing? That’s like the joke belt of the company, even the fucking “Next Big Thing” Championship is considered more prestigious than that shit.
Ebdon just laughs.
Pete Ebdon: A belts prestige can’t be decided by the name or listing on some website somewhere Nick and that belt represents a unique challenge – the title that is on the line EVERY WEEK, the title you’ve got to be at the top of your game to hold on to. Perhaps I could set my sights on the terribly named “Next Big Thing” championship but not only is that belt terribly named and virtually worthless but I’m not entirely sure I’d even WANT to hold a belt that was contested for on the biggest night in PDW’s history by “Inferno” and Rachel Price! Then there’s the Prodigy Championship, a belt I do want to add to my collection but a belt that is apparently in the midst of a war between two men who are bickering over who is the best between them like children when the world cares for neither of them, let alone wishes to find out who is “better”.
Ebdon smiles slowly.
Pete Ebdon: And then there’s the Platinum Championship, isn’t there?
Nicholas Jaxx: Think about it dude, fucking TWENTY TIME World Champion? You know that’s what it’s all about, right?
Pete Ebdon: Perhaps, but not yet.
Ebdon smirks again and walks away.
Nicholas Jaxx: Wait, do you know something? Well fuck dude you not sharing your secrets now?
Jaxx gives chase to Ebdon as we fade.
“To be loved” blasts over the pa, and Aurora Snow steps out on the ramp a mic in her hand. She takes a deep breath and walks down the ramp, strutting more or less, climbing the steps and into the ring. She looks around at all the fans, biting her lip as some boo her and some cheer her, she loved these mixed reactions.
Aurora: As you all may have seen, I’ve been a little out of it as of late, first that whole April fools trick on Julian then the whole rant on him in his locker room after the next week, after the show, when I ripped those nice little tickets up. I’ve just been an angry little person, and well that’s just not good. I mean there has to be a reason behind it, besides the typical reason most guys would come up with, no I am not on my period, no PMSing here, unless it’s putting up with men’s shit. That however isn’t even the case right now. I think I’ve truly found out the reason as to why I’ve been like I have been.
Aurora leans against the ropes facing away from the ramp, so she could basically look at all the fans.
Aurora: The reason is, I’ve gotten out of touch with myself after meeting that man named Clint Bone, ever since I met that asshole, I’ve lost sight of myself and turned into a goddamned princess, but you see that’s not going to be me anymore. I decided something tonight, thought long and hard about it all week and well I’ve come to the decision of stepping back into the ring. I am going to be a wrestler again. Yeah I know I don’t look like much of a wrestler but, don’t let that be the judge here, they don’t call me the Queen Of Deception for nothing. Now don’t get all weird on me here people, I am still going to be doing the Naked Truth. I love that show it’s what has kept me from going insane thus far, it’s just I need a little more, and stepping back into the ring is the best thing for me, after being the little trophy wife and talk show host. Aurora Snow is back bitches and this is a name you will remember for years to come!
Aurora smirks and blows a kiss to the fans as she drops the mic and her music plays again.
Reggie Stallworth: Did I hear her right, is she going to be on the PDW roster as a full time wrestler?
David Wright: You did indeed hear her right. Aurora Snow is back all, and she is ready for business.
In the backstage area, the camera catches up with makeshift interviewer Talena Baptiste as she runs swiftly down the hall, clutching her mic in one hand and waving the other frantically in the air.
Talena: Rachel! Rachel! Hey, Rachel!
The camera then pans around to Rachel Stevens as she turns around with the teenager finally catching up to her, completely out of breath. After taking in a fe gulps of air Talena finally speaks again.
Talena: I...I've be...hold on for a second.
Talena takes another big breath before standing up straight.
Talena: I've been looking for you!
Rachel clutches her right arm, obviously in pain. She looks to have been surprised, as her arm is red and swollen and she is wincing. She turns to Talena, clearly not in the mood, but she is courteous anyway. After all, she's just doing her job.
Rachel Stevens: Hey Talena. Nice microphone. What's going on?
Talena: Just wanted to have a few words with you. But ummm...gee, are you alright?
Rachel Stevens: I've been better, girl. What's on your mind?"
Talena: Well, first, can I ask what happened?
Rachel Stevens: I'm still trying to figure that out myself. That classless excuse for a professional just jack-in-the-boxed me against a wall. She caught me off guard. I didn't have any time to get any hits in on her.
Talena: You mean Casey Hutchins?
Rachel Stevens: I wouldn't call anyone else around here 'classless.' She's not going to get away with this. If she doesn't want to make this a fair fight and is going to try to get some advantages, so be it.
Detroit Morrison comes around the corner, looking around in a concerned manner. He spots Rachel with Talena and jogs their way.
Detroit Morrison: I just heard. Are you alright? Jeez, you look pretty banged up.
Rachel Stevens: I'm fine. That psycho just jumped out and assaulted me.
Detroit Morrison: You mean Casey Hutchins?
Rachel Stevens: Yeah, that little bitch is gonna wish she never messed with me. She had previously said that I'm 'Miss Goody-Two-Shoes.' Listen up honey. As far as you're concerned, I'm not the girl next door. I'm the bitch down the street.
Detroit Morrison: Hey Talena. What's up? Wow, nice microphone!
Talena: Hehe...thanks! I was just listening to Rachel here cuss out Casey.
Detroit Morrison: Yeah, she's good at that.
Rachel Stevens: Well, I mean, this has gone too far. When I can't even walk down the halls without wondering if I'm gonna be attacked by a red-headed nut job, that's where I draw the line. I did not come all the way to one of the biggest cities in the world to be man handled by that whiny little snot. I'm taking her out tonight.
Talena: Oooh, sounds serious! What do you think of this match?
Rachel Stevens: Y'know, I have mixed feelings. I've wanted to get Casey alone in the ring since her first little stunt after our triple threat with Carliee. But this isn't exactly how I thought it was going to go down. I mean, we're both competent wrestlers, but stripping each other down isn't really the way that we can prove who is better. I'll do what I have to do to get the win tonight, and I fully intend to show Casey what it means to be a strong competitor.
Detroit Morrison: Not to mention that Casey has just gotten outta control. This is the third time Rachel has taken an ill-placed beating from this girl. I really don't think Casey stands a chance, one-on-one. And hey, all us guys get to see them both next-to naked. Hells yeah.
Rachel Stevens: Yeah, enjoy it while you can, 'cause this is the last time I'm participating in a match like this.
Talena: I was surprised at it myself. But I think Star was just feeling like El Bitcho that day. But at least you finally get her all to yourself which must feel great. Would you say after tonight things will be over between the two of you?
Rachel Stevens: I would easily say 'absolutely' if I didn't think that I'd be sneak-attacked the second I let my guard down. I mean, truthfully, the two of us have so much in common and that's why there's animosity. Imagine if the two of us got together as a tag team? We'd be unstoppable. But I just don't see it happening. She's too unstable when she walks in the Spectrum doors, and I don't roll like that. But don't worry, I'll take care of her. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve as well.
Rachel smiles a bit, and Detroit and Talena look curious. The look in her eye is fierce. She's not backing down. Talena smiles in Rachel's direction, picking up on her ferocious gaze.
Talena: Well, on that note. Good luck in your match, Rachel! And thanks for joining me!
Rachel Stevens: Any time, Talena. Enjoy the show, sweetie. It's gonna be excellent, to say the least.
ROTC Match
Rachel Stevens vs Casey Hutchins
Reggie Stallworth: Now this right here is the main event for me!
David Wright: You know what? I’d have to agree with you there. It’s very rare that we see matches like these in PDW. As a matter of fact I think there was only one time and it was due to a similar situation. Miss Star was tired of the “cat fighting” going on PDW fellow PDW superstars. And apparently, that was her feelings towards Casey Hutchins and Rachel Stevens when she made this match.
Reggie Stallworth: Well, I’m sure as hell not complaining. I can’t wait for this thing to start!
David Wright: Both of these women, especially Casey, have not been in PDW for very long but already they’ve accumulated an extensive and extremely competitive history! Their first encounter ended in a tie between the two women. Their second saw that Casey, along with her partner Inferno, was victorious. They will now meet in the ring once again, this time one on one, in a match with a very interesting stipulation.
The camera cuts to the ring where Sammantha Jinx stands with her mic in hand.
Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a “Rip Off the Camouflage” match! Introducing first, coming all the way from London, England, at a weight of 117 pounds…"RED HOTT" CASEY HUTCHINS!!!
“Famous Last Words” blasts over the PA as Casey steps out from behind the curtains, she blows a couple kisses to the fans and struts down the ramp, smiling. She climbs the steps and into the ring under the second rope. She tests the ropes as she waits for her opponent.
David Wright: Casey’s looking good and ready. There’s no smiles on that face of hers.
Reggie Stallworth: That means this shit is gonna be brutal. A brutal strip down. I swear Star is a fuckin’ genius, man. I love my boss. I really do.
David Wright: Don’t we all?
Sammantha Jinx: And introducing next, weighing in at 122, she comes here from Portland, Maine, she is….RACHEL STEVENS!!!
The arena goes dark as a mariachi band can be heard playing, followed almost immediately by an explosion of white, gold and purple pyro. "Misery Business" by Paramore starts up.
"I'm in the business of misery,
let's take it from the top
She's got a body like an hourglass
that's tickin like a clock
It's a matter of time before we all run out...
When I thought he was mine
she caught him by the mouth."
Rachel skips out to the stage. She is wearing a black and white halter sports bra, short gold fingerless gloves, a gold thong sticking out of the top of a baggy pair of white UFO silk wind pants, and black and gold ankle-strapped Pumas. Her hair is down and flowing out the bottom of a white and gold luchadora mask, studded with Swarovski crystals.
"I waited eight long months
She finally set him free
I told him I can't lie
he was the only one for me
Two weeks and we had caught on fire
She's got it out for me
But I wear the biggest smile..."
She raises her fists at the audience, as they stand up and cheer loudly. She makes her way down the ramp, slapping hands with fans along the way. Rachel climbs up onto the ring apron and grabs the top rope, facing away from it. She proceeds to flip backwards over the ropes, followed by a clean back handspring, landing in the center of the ring. She faces the audience and puts her head down, pulling the mask off. Rachel throws her head back quickly, her hair snapping backwards in a bleach-blonde and black wave. As she does this, another explosion of pyro goes off, this time coming from the four ringposts.
"Whoa... I never meant to brag
But I got him where I want him now
Whoa... it was never my intention to brag
To steal it all away from you now"
She throws devil horns in the air with her fists, smiling to the crowd. An eruption of flash photography goes off. Rachel hops up and down, warming up her body for the match ahead.
"But god does it feel so good
Cause I got him where I want him now
And if you could then you know you would
Cause god it just feels so...
It just feels so good"
Reggie Stallworth: Yeah, I’m definitely gonna love every minute of this match.
David Wright: And Rachel STILL looks pissed about Casey’s attack on her earlier! I see Detroit Morrison hasn’t accompanied her to the ring tonight.
Reggie Stallworth: Because Rachel wants to deal with Casey all on her own in that ring.
Casey and Rachel now stand in the ring, eyes trained on one another as T.C. Payne enters and stands with them. Casey, dressed in a pair of form fitting camouflage pants that flare at the knees, a tight, mid-riff baring camouflage vest and black wrestling boots, smiles in Rachel’s direction as she mocks the damages she’d done to her earlier. Rachel, in her camouflage tank top and matching boy shorts, scowls at Casey in return and wastes no time running across the ring and spearing her to the floor. As she begins to unleash a barrage of punches onto her opponent the bell finally rings to signal the official start of the match.
David Wright: And Rachel with closed fists to the head of Casey Hutchings! She couldn’t wait to get this match started!
Reggie Stallworth: I don’t blame her!
As Rachel continues to lay into Casey, their positions are suddenly reversed. Casey now sits on top of Rachel and gives her the same treatment she’s just received. She slams her fist into Rachel’s head repeatedly before grabbing two handfuls of her hair and slamming the back of her head onto the canvas. But Rachel suddenly surprises her with a punch to the nose that stuns Casey. Rachel is then able to grab Casey by the hair in an attempt to toss her off of her. But Casey struggles against her and the two women begin to roll around the ring, fists flying as they each try to get the upper hand in a match that puts their pride on the line. It is Casey who is finally able to subdue Rachel with an elbow to the nose. She then hops to her feet, dragging Rachel with her. Casey tosses Rachel into the corner immediately follows up with a hard boot to the gut, doubling Rachel over. Casey then executes a well performed neckbreaker. With Rachel stretched out on the mat, Casey immediately goes for her top. But just as she gets a hand around the neck Rachel wedges her foot into Casey’s gut and pushes her off. Rachel then flips to her feet, breathing hard, and starts laying the boots to the fallen Casey Hutchins!
David Wright: Casey was the first to go for an item of clothing but she was unsuccessful in trying to get off Rachel’s shirt!
Reggie Stallworth: Damn her! Damn her to hell!
Rachel bounces off the second rope and goes to land across Casey with a lionsault, but Casey raises her knees just as Rachel goes to land, thwarting her plans. Rachel falls to the mat, clutching her midsection as she rolls around the mat in pain. Casey once again climbs to her feet. Casey climbs to the top rope waiting for Rachel to get herself steady and look up, before she leaps from the rope and wraps her legs around Rachel’s neck, taking her down with the hurricanrana. The fans roar in appreciation of the athletic move as Casey once again climbs to her feet. As Rachel squirms across the ring, Casey stomps her viciously, allowing her foot to connect with any part of her body it can reach. She then pulls Rachel up once again. Casey takes Rachel down tripping her up, quickly crawling over to her and slamming her face on the mat hard before ripping off the bottoms of her camouflage wear. Female and male fans alike come alive at the first piece of clothing being ripped off! Rachel manages to scrawl over to the edge of the ring and roll under the body rope, outside of the ring for some much needed space from Casey. But it is short lived as Casey sails over the top rope with a plancha to Rachel Stevens! The fans go wild!
Reggie Stallworth: Damn!
David Wright: Good one by Casey Hutchins! She is on fire right now!
Reggie Stallworth: Not as much as Rachel though. I bet she knows Victoria’s Secret. Got those nice little lace black things going on.
David Wright: Oh God…
Both woman lay outside of the ring, simultaneously trying to make it back to their feet. It is Casey Hutchins who finds the strength first, due to Rachel Stevens taking most of the punishment from the high-risk move. Now back on her feet, Rachel searching around the floor for her opponent, finally spotting her. She stumbles over to Rachel and gives her a few stomps for good measure. Taking a few steps back, Casey drops to her knees and begins pulling away the floor’s black covering, revealing the hard, cold concrete underneath. She then once again hauls Rachel to her feet. As Casey goes to swing Rachel into the announce table, Rachel suddenly reverse the momentum and launches Casey into it instead! Casey’s back smacks against the table loudly before she falls face first onto the exposed concrete! Casey clutches her face as blood seeps through her fingers from a busted nose! Rachel immediately seizes this opportunity and leaps onto Casey. She grabs her vest with both hands and rips it straight down the middle before she pulls it completely off as Casey struggles to stop her in vain. Rachel then hops to her feet, pulling Casey with her, and throws her back into the ring. Rachel follows straight behind her, rolling back into the ring as well with Casey’s blood staining her hands.
Reggie Stallworth: My how the tables have turned.
David Wright: Looks like Casey’s been busted open.
Reggie Stallworth: In more ways than one…
With the vest still in her hand, Rachel heads over to a scrambling Casey, lifts her boot high and slams it back down onto Casey’s back to stop her moving. She then climbs onto her back and wraps the vest around Casey’s neck, using every ounce of strength she has to choke Casey Hutchins with no mercy! The aggression is all over Rachel’s face as she pulls the vest as tight as she can with Casey clawing at her hands in an attempt to break free. But it doesn’t work. Rachel continues to strangle her nemesis, sweat streaming down her face, muscles bulging and showing just how much of her strength she is using. As T.C. looks on, Casey miraculously manages to hold on, frustrating Rachel to the point of letting her go. Casey gasps for air as soon as she is free with Rachel giving her all of three seconds to recover before she is on her once again. Rachel drags Casey to the ropes and drapes her neck over the bottom one, but Casey suddenly slips away, right between Rachel’s legs to come out on the other side of her. She then leaps to her feet and hits Rachel with a dropkick to the back! Rachel falls onto the ropes and Casey doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of her position. She sits on the back of Rachel Stevens, using her hands to grab onto the ropes and pull upward, choking Rachel even more viciously than she’d been choked herself! Rachel now coughs and gasps as the ropes constrain her neck, cutting off her air supply. Face slowly turning a sick shade of blue, Rachel’s arms and legs flail, but Casey doesn’t let up. As blood continues to pour from her noise, dripping onto Rachel, Casey keeps choking her with no remorse. But she suddenly lets go, dropping her elbow onto the back of Rachel’s head before she goes for her shirt, beginning to tear at it from behind!
David Wright: Uh oh! Casey’s going for Rachel’s shirt! She’s already bottomless!
Reggie Stallworth: Yes! Yes! Rip it off! That’s what we’re here for!
Rachel flails even harder, making it difficult for Casey to hold onto her and get the shirt off! The shirt tears halfway down the back but Casey isn’t able to completely remove as Rachel bucks her off! But the escape is only momentary when Casey suddenly hits Rachel with a shining wizard!
David Wright: RED HOT FROM CASEY HUTCHINS!!!
Reggie Stallworth: We can see that, Dave!
Rachel hits the mat hard after the devastating move. Casey lays just a few inches away from her, using the time to regain her composure and find the strength to finish the match. Her eyes lock on the tear that she’d began in Rachel’s shirt, prompting her to crawl back over to Rachel. But as Casey goes for her shirt Rachel suddenly rolls her up, her hands sliding into the elastic band of Casey’s pants and she begins to pull them over her bottom!
David Wright: She’s going for the pants! Rachel could end this now!
Reggie Stallworth: Casey’s already lost her shirt!
As Rachel continues to pull at the pants Casey suddenly knocks her off, saving the match for herself! With her pants pulled just at the bottom of her hips Casey leaps onto Rachel! The two women roll around the ring, struggling back and forth with the item of clothing that stands between them and victory! Casey claws at Rachel’s shirt as Rachel manages to flip around and tug at Casey’s pants! Another loud tear is heard as Rachel’s shirt rips even more, now staying together by just a few threads. Rachel now pulls Casey’s pants down!
David Wright: Rachel’s almost got it but the pants are stuck at Casey’s boots!
Casey RIPS Rachel’s shirt completely!
Reggie Stallworth: She got it! Casey got it!
David Wright: No! She’s gotta get the shirt OFF!
As Casey goes to pull the shirt off of Rachel’s arms Rachel finally manages to slide Casey’s pants right over her boots! The bell rings!!
David Wright: IT’S OVER! IT’S OVER!!!
Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner…RACHEL STEVENS!!!
David Wright: I bet that made Rachel’s night! She finally got Miss Hutchins!
Reggie Stallworth: I know it sure as hell made my night!
David Wright: I know one thing. I doubt this thing is anywhere near over/
The cameras find Talena once again traipsing around alone backstage, proudly wielding her microphone as if it actually belongs to her. Once again, she looks to be searching for something or someone. She approaches an unknown employee and taps him on the shoulder.
Talena: Hey, you seen Star?
The man shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders. Talena gives a roll of her eyes and stomps away from him.
Talena: The hell are these people good for. They never know anything!
With a huff, Talena scratches her head just as a blur of long, dark are whizzes past her.
Talena: Hey!
Talena immediately turns on her heels and follows after the tall, slender woman. She suddenly stops and spins around, turning out to be none other than the boss herself. She has a look on her face that is becoming quite common for her, obvious annoyance.
Star: What?!
Talena: Whoa! Hey, calm down. You’re kinda…late ya know? Actually you’re really late.
Star: I’m well aware of this, Talena. Now what can I do for you?
Talena: Where’s Shara? I thought you two were coming here together.
Star: I left her ass!
Talena: Left her? Left her where?!
Star: Who the hell knows. But I’m about sick of her. I just…hey, what’s up with the mic?
The two females pause before Talena looks down at the mic in her hands. She looks up at Star with a blank expression before gaining a big, goofy grin.
Talena: Oh, Kayla wasn’t feeling too well so I decided to take this off her hands for a while. As a matter of fact I was maybe thinking…
Star: No, I don’t have time.
Star immediately turns around and begins to speed off in the opposite direction as Talena scurries up behind her.
Talena: Awww, come on! It’ll only take a second! Madison Square Garden, Star!
Star: Why does everybody keep saying that to me?! I know where the hell we are! Hell, it took me forever just to get here! You want me to say something about tonight? Okay, fine. If ONE person…pisses me off tonight…
With a bit of hesitation, Star restarts her sentence.
Star: If someone ELSE pisses me off tonight. They’re fired. Plain and simple. Tonight is not the night to mess up…for anybody. It seems that some of PDW has found the means to get a little “sloppy” lately and that just won’t be tolerated. As I’ve already stated, Platinum Dynasty Wrestling will be seeing a lot of changes quite soon. And no, not because the “Joshua Payne Era” is gonna start like he so seems to think it is. And not because those “OOC” idiots are running around making “My dick is bigger than yours” speeches. But because I, Star, the woman who IS PDW, says so.
And with that, Star leaves her younger cousin standing alone as the scene fades.
We fade to the back where we see Pete Ebdon warming up. Christopher Richter and Jamie Simpson walk over to him and Richter hands him the black robe he normally wears down to the ring and he smiles as he takes it and begins to put it on. Richter’s attention suddenly turns to a figure standing behind Ebdon however and he spins around to see Joshua Payne standing there with a smile on his face.
Joshua Payne: So I hear you’ve got Kindred London tonight, huh?
Ebdon smirks.
Pete Ebdon: Tonight. But hey, after I’m done beating this kid in to submission, like literally speaking, he’s not the only so-called “Messiah” around here I’ve got business with, is he?
Joshua Payne: That a threat?
Pete Ebdon: Consider it whatever you will but if I were you I’d take my mind off the shmuck you’re facing for the Platinum Championship tonight and watch the monitors for a few minutes because if you get lucky tonight and somehow stumble across the belt then I get the feeling that you’ll want to know as much about me as you possibly can.
Ebdon begins to turn but changes his mind and looks Payne in the eyes again.
Pete Ebdon: And if you lose? Well then you’ll mean no more to this company than London will after tonight, will you?
Payne just glares at Ebdon intensely.
Joshua Payne: I’m not losing.
Pete Ebdon: Wanna bet?
Ebdon pushes him away and nods toward his entourage who follow him off down the hallway leaving Payne standing there with a scowl on his face.
Submission Match
Kindred London vs Pete Ebdon
Sammantha Jinx: The following match is a special submission match The only way to win it make your opponent give up. Introducing first standing at 6’2” and weighing in at 225 pounds Kindred LONDON!!!!!!
|| L O L O Dey Know Dey Know ||
|| L O L O Dey Know Dey Know ||
|| L O L O Dey Know Dey Know ||
|| L O L O Dey Know Dey Know ||
Sparks fly up from the pyros as the theme bangs throughout the PA System. The crowd taking shots with boo's at London's appearance. London gives his own type of salute as they continue to throw boo's at him. Loving every bit of it, London smiles as the pyros keep firing out the golden sparks.
Shawty Lo, A.T.L, I'm the MAYOR
Street Nigga but I can be tailored
Every now and then shawty might rock gators
Me and that kussssh I got acres
Yeahhh no more nosy xxx neighbors
Bigupp to all my HATERS
London leading the way down the ramp slowly, looking side to side ... he brushes his cornrolls down, before quickly sliding into the ring ... staying down with the shit-eating grin. London stands on the second turnbuckle before posing. Dropping down he goes on the other far turnbuckle, on the second, doing the same pose.
I got cash (PAUSE) I'm talkin throw back
100 grand (PAUSE) what's that
I hit the club (PAUSE) and I blow that
Dropping down again, he slowly walks over to the center of the ring as the music dies down.
The lights around the arena dim to black for a few moments before all the video monitors suddenly come to life with nothing but static across them and the low hum of crackling can be heard on the speakers which is abruptly interrupted as “Halo (Ebdon Entertainment Remix)” by Soil suddenly BLASTS across the speakers and half the fans in the arena go absolutely wild, both booing and cheering.
...E B D O N E N T E R T A I N M E N T P R E S E N T S...
...T H E M E S S I A H O F P R O F E S S I O N A L W R E S T L I N G...
...T H E L O R D O F T H E R I N G...
...P E T E E B D O N...
A single spotlight shines down on to the stage finally breaking the darkness but revealing nothing but an empty stage. More spotlights pan around the crowd for a moment before locating a man standing on the guard rail near the cheap seats, draped in a black robe with a hood that completely covers his head and flanked by two individuals, Christopher Richter and Jamie Simpson, both dressed in black and wearing t-shirts that read “DISCIPLES OF CHAOS”. The trio make their way through the crowd and down toward the ringside area where the first leaps the barricade and climbs on to the apron, climbing to the middle turnbuckle on the outside of the ring before ripping back the hood and revealing the smirking face of Pete Ebdon. He removes the robe entirely and drops it in to the corner before leaping over the ropes and sitting down in the corner facing the entrance ramp. Sammantha Jinx pulls out a card and begins to read his introduction.Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentlemen introducing, originally from London, England but now hailing from the City of Angels, weighing in at 220 pounds he is “The Anointed One: The Messiah of Professional Wrestling and LORD OF THE RING”, this is PETE EBDON!
Reggie Stallworth: This one should be a good one and prove whether or not this Pete Ebdon
David Wright: Well he definitely comes in here with many credentials but this is PDW and you know what you’ve done in the past doesn’t mean much here..
Reggie Stallworth: The fans sure don’t care. They don’t like either of these men as you can tell by the boos and you suck chants all of a sudden.
The bell rings and Pete and Kindred circle each other cautiously. Neither want to be the man that makes the mistake that cost them the match. Pete locks Kindred in a hammerlock and Kindred quickly goes to the ropes causing the break. The hold gets broken and Kindred shoves Pete. Pete shoves him right back. Kindred answers with a right hand and Pete returns the favor with a right hand of his own. Both wrestlers start trading punches. Kindred gets the upper hand and starts to back Pete up. Pete suddenly turns Kindred around in the corner and kicks him in the midsection. He goes to work kicking Kindred repeatedly until Kindred drops in the corner David Wright: These two men are wasting no time in going right after each other that’s for sure.
Reggie Stallworth: Not sure I want to get in a fight with Kindred London though.
David Wright: I agree Pete Ebdon should keep this as a wrestling match
The referee backs Pete off but Pete shoves him aside and charges back in. He goes to pull Kindred up only to get a low blow from Kindred London. Pete drops to the mat face first in pain as Kindred pulls himself up. Kindred begins kicking Pete until Pete falls completely out of the ring. Kindred goes right out after him, grabbing Pete and slamming him face first into the ring steps. Pete falls to the floor and Kindred goes after him again standing on the back of Pete’s head. You hear Pete yell out in pain as the referee slides out and tries to stop him. Kindred yells for the referee to get out of the way and then grabs Pete by his hair and rubbing his head back and forth on the concrete floor as Pete yells out in pain.
David Wright: Pete’s face has to be being rubbed raw at the moment.
Reggie Stallworth: And listen to the fans. They are cheering for London. They really hate Pete Ebdon
David Wright: And maybe rightly so because he hates them as well
Kindred gets up and starts to nail Put with kicks turning him completely over on his back. Pete begins to beg off inching himself away from Kindred. Kindred goes right back after Pete only to have Pete grab him by his tights and pull him forward, sending Kindred shoulder first into the ring post. Pete begins to crawl away and you could see the scars on his face from being rubbed on the concrete. He crawls over to wear Blake was sitting and reaches for the chair. Blake moves from he chair actually allowing Pete to grab a hold of it. Kindred recovers and comes after Pete. He pulls Pete up only for Pete to connect with a chair shot right to the face of Kindred. Kindred drops to the floor and looks to be out of it as Pete drops the chair befor dropping face first to the floor as well.
David Wright: Did you see that? Blake just kind of let Pete take his chair.
Reggie Stallworth: I don’t know what you are talking about. He simply was getting out of the way
David Wright: After what Blake has pulled tonight. I’m not so sure.
Pete uses the ropes to pull himself up. He struggles to lift Kindred up as Kindred was dead weight before rolling him back in the ring. Pete takes a moment to compose himself before finally rolling into the ring himself. Both men get up and Pete nails Kindred with a knee to his midsection. Kindred falls back into the corner. Kindred fires back with a right hand but a kick to the midsection by Pete stops him. Pete quickly grabs Kindred and nails him with a spiked DDT. Kindred hits the mat hard and you see Pete crawl toward the ropes pulling himself up. Pete turns and sees Kindred face down on the mat. He quickly drops and locks in the Ebdonlock. Kindred begins to yell out in pain as Pete yells out “Tap You Worthless Bastard” David Wright: Our first try at a submission in this match now can Kindred survive.
Reggie Stallworth: And listen to the cheers by our crowd and the chants for Kindred. This is definitely not Pete Ebdon country
David Wright: No it’s definitely not.
Kindred manages to get to his knees. He rolls backwards, rolling out of the move. Pete right back o it and kicks Kindred right in the head before he can get up. Pete pulls Kindred to his feet and then goes for a high angled backdrop. Kindred drops down behind him. Pete turns and charges running right into a black hole Slam from Kindred. Both wrestlers go down again. Kindred begins crawling toward the ropes as Pete gets to his hands and knees. Pete still manages to get to his feet first but gets caught by Kindred. Kindred nails a flapjack facebuster. Pete sits up holding his face and Kindred quickly locks in a head vice. Pete yells out in pain as Kindred squeezes with all his might and the referee asks him if he wants to give up. He raises Pete’s arm twice and it drops. He raises it again and suddenly Pete starts to fight back. David Wright: I thought his one was over there but there is still some life left in Pete Ebdon.
Reggie Stallworth: Both seem to be going for each others head. I think they have the same idea. Take out the head the body falls.
David Wright: Who will be the one to finally make their plan work is the question.
Pete gets to his feet with Kindred still keeping the vice on. He charges backwards, driving Kindred into the corner. Pete stumbles out of the corner and Kindred charge out, nailing him with clotheslines from behind. Kindred rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair. He brings the chair in and looks as though he was going to nail Pete with a shot to the head. Pete grabs both of Kindred’s legs taking him down and then quickly locks in a sharpshooter. Kindred yells out in pain but manages to grab the ropes causing the hold to be broken. Pete stumbles away and goes to grab the chair that Kindred dropped. Kindred pulls himself up and turns only to get a chair shot to the knee by Pete Kindred drops to the mat holding his knee as Pete nails him with another chair shot to the leg.
David Wright: Pete Ebdon going to the knee of Kindred. Could he be setting up for the British Crab
Reggie Stallworth: Of course he is. What are you stupid? Wouldn’t you be?
David Wright: Kindred London is definitely in trouble. I’m ignoring you by the way.
Pete tosses the chair away and you see him circle around Kindred. He grabs Kindred by the leg and goes for The British Crab but Kindred manages to grab the ropes. Pete drops an elbow to Kindred’s knee and then tries to pull him back to the center of the ring. Kindred kicks him away and then rolls to the outside of the ring. He limps around trying to get the feeling back in his leg. Pete tries to catapult himself out of the ring but Kindred sees it an rolls back in the ring. Pete land on the ring apron and grabs Kindred slamming him to the mat on the back of his head. He catapults himself over for a leg drop but Kindred manages to roll out of the way. Both men slowly get up. Pete tries for a right hand but Kindred ducks it. He lifts Pete up and nails Out of Order and both wrestlers go down as the move did more damage to Kindred weak knee as well.
David Wright: Kindred London with Out Of Order but t looks like his leg buckled under him during the move
Reggie Stallworth: If Kindred can find a way to get a submission maneuver on Pete this one may be over
David Wright: Both men seem spent however as the submission moves have taken their toll on there bodies.
With London struggling to even move, let alone lock in a submission hold, he grabs the ropes and begins pulling himself up to his feet. Jamie Simpson climbs up on to the apron and attempts to get in to the ring drawing the referee over to her because, despite the fact the match can’t end in a disqualification, he’s apparently attempting to keep it interference free. With London almost back on his feet and the referee distracted Richter rolls in to the ring, grabbing London and whipping him across the ring toward the ropes before running the opposite ropes and smashing in to London with a massive shoulderblock that knocks the wind out of the former Cyber Champion. Before he can even recover Richter grabs him and sets him up for what looks likely to be either a powerbomb or a piledriver before shocking everybody as he leaps up, executing a picture perfect Flip Piledriver on Kindred that leaves him lying motionless in almost the exact position he was before the referee got distracted. David Wright: Listen to the crowd after that. They are booing Pete Ebdon out of the building.
Reggie Stallworth: And throwing everything they can in the ring. I think a cola can just hit Pete in the head
David Wright: You have to think Pete has the upper hand now for sure
Pete crawls over and looks to be going for The British Crab once more when paper cups begin hitting him in the head. He gets up and shoves the referee down , telling the referee to shut the fans up. Kindred slowly gets up and Pete doesn’t see him. Kindred knocks Pete down with shot to the back and quickly locks in The King Cobra Hold. Pete Yells out in pain and starts to reach for the ropes. He gets to his knees and tries to roll through it but Kindred holds on. He rolls through it again and manages to rol under th bottom rope giving Kindred no choice but to break the hold. Pete drops down by the ring barely conscious. Kindred reaches for Pete pulling him up by his hair. Suddenly Pete turns around and nails Kindred right in the head with brass knuckles. Kindred falls back into the ring out cold and you see a big smile form on Blake’s face as he actually applauds the move David Wright: Blake Selters actually applauding the use of brass knuckles by Pete Ebdon.
Reggie Stallworth: Of course Blake has always been a man to do what it takes to win a match and he sees that in Pete Ebdon
David Wright: Winning the match is just a formality now as Kindred is barely moving
Pete struggles to roll in the ring and pull himself up. You see a sinister sadistic smile form on his face as he slowly makes his way over to a barely conscious Kindred. Pete locks in The British Crag easily now and you see Kindred yell out in Pain. He screams and claws his way toward the ropes in hope of some sort of relief but Pete drags him back to the center of the ring and locks in The British Crab once more. Kindred continues to try and fight it but it’s just to much and he taps.
Sammantha Jinx: Here is your winner...PETE EBDON!!!
David Wright: It jut wasn’t Kindred London’s night. Is ir me r did it just look like Kindred’s heart wasn’t in it.
Reggie Stallworth: He did seem to be missing something and I personally would d love to see another outing between the two
The scene opens in a small studio set up backstage at Madison Square Garden. The set is somewhat familiar, but the most important part of the scene is the black leather couch on the center of the room. And on that black leather couch sits Dayshia Raye, smiling bright into the camera and dressed in a pair of snug jeans and a cropped, lacy pink top. The camera then cuts to the face of Aurora Snow, who doesn’t seem to be as excited as her counterpart. Dayshia suddenly gives a clearing of her throat that causes the camera to cut back to her.
Dayshia: Hey everybody and welcome to "The Naked Truth" with Aurora Snow and Dayshia Raye....that's me. I know you've all been waiting patiently for this moment here in the Garden at this major event in Sports Entertainment! And we've got a pretty special treat for you too. We're joined by a special guest. None other than the Prodigy Champion, Julian Dark. Shocking! Right, Aurora?
Aurora: Yeah real shocking, couldn't be happier right now.
Dayshia frowns at Aurora, but manages to smile with a shake of her head as the camera focuses in on Julian, dressed in a pair of dark jeans with a white shirt that says Julian Dark going down the right chest, and Lucky Charm across his shoulders blades.
Dayshia: Mr. Dark...welcome. You wore clothes.
Julian: Yeah, it's surprising what happens when my clothes aren't stolen.
Dayshia: I seriously doubt you really minded.
Julian: I really don't, but next time... if you want me naked, all you have to do is ask.
He flashes a grin. Aurora just rolls her eyes at this point muttering under her breath.
Aurora: I'm sure she does.
Julian turns his attention to Aurora.
Julian: You can ask anytime as well.
She just crosses her arms and gives him a disgusted look, turning her head away from him.
Aurora: No thanks.
Julian: Wasn't the whole get Julian naked scheme your idea?
Dayshia just looks between the two of them as they exchange words, blinking. Aurora just does the fake yawn thing, patting her mouth with her hand.
Aurora: You keep telling yourself that pretty boy.
Dayshia: Now now, Aurora. It's alright. I could be a smart ass and take him up on that right now but I won't. Although Star was actually pretty proud of us for that.
Julian raises an eyebrow at that.
Julian: Exactly what was Star proud of?
Aurora just looks away from them both her arms still crossed. Dayshia raises an eyebrow and slowly looks Julian over, then points up and down at him.
Dayshia: That...and us exposing it. You know that whole half naked women enhancing sports entertainment thing? She found out it works with dudes too.
Julian flashes his grin again.
Julian: I'm glad that I can help the PDW. Anyway possible.
Dayshia: Uh huh. Sure. You've already been known to flash your goods to the public anyway. I did see the tape, Julian.
She grins and winks in his direction. This got Aurora's attention back now.
Aurora: Tape?
Dayshia: Oh, my bad. You didn't know about that?
Without missing a beat, Julian keeps his smile.
Julian: And what did you think of the 'infamous' tape?
Dayshia now winks and Aurora and then looks back at Julian.
Dayshia: Honestly? I think it was alright. I've seen and done better. You weren't bad though. Farah wasn't all that entertaining. But you? You weren't bad. I was most impressed by your car hood. It's strong.
Julian: It's an American truck... strong body work.
Aurora was really curious now....videotape........and Farah, she wasn't liking where this was going, and her curious look was turning into a jealous one. Dayshia chuckles.
Dayshia: That's not the only thing that seems to have strong body work. But anyway! How do you feel about this show? PDW is in the Big Apple for the first time ever! And Aurora...get that look off your face.
Aurora: I will not...and you can't make me.
Oh my, she didn’t just say that? She sounded like a child.
Julian: I'm excited. This is new adventure for PDW, expanding out of Philly. It's an honor to be representing the company as one of it's champions during this grand event.
With a sigh, Dayshia rolls her eyes.
Dayshia: I hear you, Julian. And not you...Aurora. Ms. Meanie. That's an awesome way to look at it...Julian.
Aurora slits her eyes at Dayshia and then rolls them looking away once more.
Julian: What about you two? How do you feel being in Madison Square Garden for this event?
Dayshia: Forgive her. There was a big shoe sale today that she was like two minutes late for so she's kinda cranky. As for me...I feel great. Wonderful. Splendidly delicious. All that good stuff.
She gives a cheesy grin to the camera.
Dayshia: I look that way too.
Julian: How does one look splendidly delicious? After all, that is a sense of taste, not sight.
Aurora: Yes Dayshia how DOES one look splendidly delicious?
Dayshia: Well, by being Dayshia Raye I suppose?
Julian can't help but let out a playful laugh at her response.
Dayshia: Yes, I know you agree. But Julian, I have to ask. This thing with Joseph St. John. What happened there? Why do you two have it out for one another? I mean besides the obvious him wanting your title thing.
Julian: It's simple, really. When we first squared off at Blind Fury in the cage, Jem and I were the favorites to win. No one gave Joseph the chance, and when I called him a waste of roster space, he took it really personal. So, now he is out to take away what is mine, but he swears is his. And for being a man that claims to speak the truth, he sure can't accept it when he is presented with it.
Aurora: Here's a question…how do you plan on making sure he doesn't get what he says is his? I mean he's already one up on you isn't he?
Aurora smirks.
Julian: It's funny... no one believes me when I say I let him get that win. It's called building the drama and the anticipation of the match. I could have easily swept this series, and done what everyone expected but, then, it wouldn't have been fun or interesting for anyone to watch. So I spiced it up, and let him get a victory.
Julian's eyes narrow a bit.
Dayshia: Well, I can understand why they wouldn't believe you. People don't normally do that.
Julian: Well, I'm all about helping out the PDW, and drawing people in.
Aurora: Oh please. Dayshia, are you going to believe that load of crap?
Dayshia shrugs.
Julian: I want people sitting on the edge of their seats, anticipating what is going to happen.
Dayshia: That usually happens when I like...walk into a room. But never mind that.
Julian: But since everyone doubts me about it, from now on... it's going to be a three and out.
Julian's eyes narrow.
Aurora: We'll see about that little one....I’m sure the whole world will be watching.
Julian: Joseph's ego has gotten a bit out of check, so I'm going to take the next three notches and end his little attempt at taking MY title.
Aurora raises a brow, getting a little mad now and getting to the edge of her seat. Dayshia looks at Aurora and laughs.
Dayshia: Well, your little anticipation tactics seem to be working just fine in this room, Julian.
Julian: Just imagine how it's working across the country, and the globe itself.
Aurora: Anticipation? Me? No, this is me getting ready to leave at any moment.
Julian looks over at Aurora quizzically.
Julian: What's getting you so upset? I haven't said anything mean about you.
Dayshia: We all went to elementary school, Julian. We know what this is.
He glances back at Dayshia.
Julian: It's not like I'm ignoring her. She asked a question, and I answered it.
Aurora raises a brow and looks at Dayshia, questionably. Dayshia simply sighs and rolls her eyes at both of them.
Dayshia: It isn't obvious?
Julian: What? That she wants to see me without my shirt on again?
Julian rises from his chair, and gently places the Prodigy Championship down. Then he pulls his shirt off and sits back down. He tosses the shirt over to Aurora.
Julian: A gift, for you.
He smiles.
Aurora: Oh gee thanks. How about you get over yourself and put your damn clothes back on.
Aurora throws the shirt back at him. He takes the shirt and slings it over his shoulder.
Julian: I'm actually quite comfy like this, thanks.
Aurora: Well then, wouldn't want his highness you be uncomfortable now would we?
Aurora throws him a sarcastic smile.That gets a chuckle out of Dayshia. She then throws her hands up with a shake of her head.
Julian: His highness? That's my manager, Karadur. Not me.
Dayshia: Children!
Julian: And remember... this helps with the ratings.
Aurora: Oy, can we just get on with this "interview"?
Julian looks over at Dayshia, expectantly, awaiting the next question. With a big smile, Dayshia looks into the camera.
Dayshia: Uhhh...yeah. No problem. We'll be back in a few.
The scene begins to fade and as it does so we can hear Dayshia asking "Hey, where's my gift?!"
The night begins in that stale, dire air known best as the backstage atmosphere of the PDW. A small gathering of fans cast their laughter from behind the barricades, but all they receive in response are the few, starving stares of backstage officials in matching uniforms hoping desperately for their fifteen minutes of fame. They let off soon-to-be-forgotten smiles as the hopes of those few fans begin to die and the screams grow to lackluster groans.
Eyebrows lift to the very peaks of Heaven, however, as the sound of heels begins beating down against the pearly, tiled floor. Blonde, wavy hair swings brilliantly against the luminescence of the cheap lighting fixtures hanging from the ceiling as a most unfamiliar gal arises from the depths of absolutely nowhere.
Guard: Damn!
The dark man stops dead in his tracks, dropping his food atop the floor as his eyes refuse to stray away from the bombshell dressed in tight leather pants and a nice-fitting tank.
Guard: Who are you, and where is your pass?
She smiles, reaching deeply into her purse for her pass when Star stops her, giving off a gasp of surprise with a wide-eyed gape.
Star: You don’t need to show this man anything. I’m just surprised I almost didn’t recognize you myself!
Girl: It’s not a problem, babe. I’m just happy to be back!
Star lands an astonishing smile as she looks back to the guard, changing her expression to a bitter gaze as her eyes fall to the floor and witness the mess. Lacking much thought, he falls fast to the floor as Star once again smiles back at the enigmatic guest.
Star: Well, let’s go and get you all signed up and put your bags away. I can see your return will be a shock to everyone!
A lasting smile is then given by the guest as the two turn and continue to walk from the camera’s view. The scene then fades.
Rachel Price is seen in her locker room getting ready for her match. She laces up her boots when there’s a knock on the door.
Rachel Price: What do you want?
A muffled voice comes from the other side of the door.
???: Delivery for Ms. Price.
She looks mildly confused and gets up. She walks over to the door and opens it. Suddenly the bottom of someone’s boot connects with her face. Following the sound of the snap, Rachel Price stumbles back and falls to the floor. Inferno quietly enters the room and walks over to Rachel. He sees that she’s out cold. He sighs. He steps over her body and walks over to her bag. Inferno searches through it until he finds Rachel’s wallet. He takes out some money and closes the wallet back up. After tossing it back in the bag he holds the money up and looks at Rachel.
Inferno: This is for wasting my time with your stupidity.
Inferno steps over her body again and stops for a moment. He kicks her one more time, this time in the stomach.
Inferno: [DJ Scratch].
He leaves the room and closes the door behind him.
Next Big Thing Championship Match
Inferno © vs Rachel Price
Sammantha Jinx: The following match is one fall and it ifs for the Next Best Thing Championship. Introducing first the challenger standing at 5’9 and weighing in at 130 pounds RACHEL PRICE!!!!!!!
Fake It By Seether hits and Rachel Price walks out on stage to fireworks going off all around her. She begins to head to the ring with a slow walk as a cold an emotional look form on her face. Without saying a word Rachel climbs in the ring only to have Blake Selters slide in the ring as well.
Reggie Stallworth: What the hell is Blake Selters doing now.
David Wright: How should I know?
Sammantha Jinx: And now your Next Best Thing Champion, standing at 6’4” and weighing in at 225 pounds INFERNO!!!!!!
The chorus of ‘Ebla’ is heard throughout the arena causing the fans to get up and cheer. The chorus dies out as the lights power down. In the darkness ‘Black Republican’ by Nas begins to play. The lights come back on as Inferno rises from the stage. His eyes remain closed as a pillar of vapor rises up around his body. After several moments pass he opens his eyes and walks down the ramp.
The referee motions for Blake to exit the ring but Blake and Rachel were busy arguing. Rachel hauls off and slaps Blake and Blake holds his face and smirks almost as if he enjoyed the slap. Blake starts to leave the ring but as Rachel turns her back he nails her in the back of the head, knocking her to the mat. The referee turns around to see Rachel on the mat and then argues with Blake over it. Blake motions for the bell to start the match. Rachel gets to her feet and Inferno wastes no time in catching her with the blue Screen of Death. Rachel screams out in pain and rolls around on the mat holding her face.
Reggie Stallworth: That’s what you get when you attack one of the PDW staff members in the form of Blake Selters. I’m starting to like this guy.
David Wright: You would. I think he may have just cost Rachel Price the title.
Reggie Stallworth: Let’s call it what it is. Rachel Price cost herself the title with that slap to Blake’s face. He had every right to answer that.
Inferno pulls Rachel up to her feet and then leaps on the top rope. He leaps off taking Rachel down with a shooting star press into a DDT. Rachel hits hard and holds the back of her head and neck as Inferno nips up. He heads to the top rope again and leaps off nailing Rachel with a double foot stomp to the midsection. Rachel yells out in pain as she rolls over to her hands and knees. She starts to crawl toward the ropes only to see Blake pointing and yelling at her Reggie Stallworth: What is he yelling to Rachel.
David Wright: I believe he just called her a waste of PDW’s money and told her to get up and fight.
Reggie Stallworth: He’s a great motivator isn’t he.
Inferno not caring of Blake’s comments grabs Rachel and whips her into the corner. He charges in after her and nails Rachel going for Tidal Krush but Rachel moves out of the way. Inferno gets caught in the corner and falls down to the mat as Rachel slowly heads to the top rope. She looks at Inferno and then leaps off going for a moonsualt to Blake on the outside. Blake sees her in time and moves out of the way and Rachel crashes and burns on the arena floor.
David Wright: Holy Shit. Rachel just after Blake and she paid for it.
Reggie Stallworth: He’s taken her completely out of her game plan here. She should be worrying about Inferno
David Wright: Well Inferno doesn’t seem to care that Blake is out there. He’s focused on Rachel and going right after her.
Inferno grabs Rachel and rolls her back in the ring, ignoring the fact that Blake was even there. Blake walks away not wanting a confrontation with Inferno who now slides back I the ring. Rachel struggles to getto feet only to get nailed with a Tidal wave from Inferno. Inferno quickly covers Rachel and goes for the pin attempt.
One..
Two…
Thr…
No Rachel Price kicks out. Inferno pulls Rachel to her feet and nails Efinn Rocked. He goes for the pin again one…
two….
Three…
Sammantha Jinx: Here is your winner and still PDW Next Best Thing Champion...Inferno!!!
David Wright: And Inferno takes his title and walks away. He did what needed to be down and staid focused. I am not sure what the deal was with Blake Selters but he does what he wants that is for sure.
Once again the scene opens up to both Aurora Snow and Dayshia Raye and their guest/hostage of the night, Julian Dark. But the scene has changed somewhat as the shirtless Julian sits looking between the ladies with a small, pink lacy fabric sitting in his lap. We then see Dayshia Raye sitting with her usual, broad smile...in Julian Dark's shirt...with her shirt in his lap. Julian looks over at Dayshia.
Julian: So hows your gift?
Dayshia: It's lovely, thank you. A little big but still fabulous. A hand-me-down...but still great.
Aurora: A third hand shirt, how charming, does it smell like sweat?
Dayshia pauses for a moment and pulls the front of the shirt up to her nose, taking a short sniff.
Dayshia: Not really. Smells like some sexy cologne and sweet Aurora Snow. I shall cherish it forever.
Julian holds up the shirt that was on his lap.
Julian: Much like I shall cherish this as well.
Aurora: Glad you both are happy now can we PLEASE get on with this?
Dayshia: Alright! Damn! You and this attitude tonight! Why don't you just tell this man you're crushing on him so we can all move on?!
Julian's eyes raise at that statement. Aurora looks at Dayshia, and rolls her eyes.
Aurora: Please, crushing on him? I'd rather gouge my eyes out.
Dayshia then holds her hands out to Aurora.
Dayshia: These nails will work just fine. You can borrow them. Gouge away...then tell him.
Aurora: Isn't this supposed to be an interview on him....not me?
Julian: But you are by far more fascinating than I am.
Dayshia: Actually, she's not so we should probably just do this thing I'm thinking. This whole moody thing? That's Aurora in a nutshell.
Aurora just fives Julian a look, her arms still crossed.
Aurora: I know I am more interesting.....but this isn't about me so let’s get to this already or I am leaving.
Dayshia rolls her eyes and mumbles.
Dayshia: She always "leaves".
Aurora: What’s that supposed to mean?
Dayshia: Nothing, nothing. Just me learning how to cope with your constant abandonment! Anyway, Julian. This is what...your second time as a champion in PDW?
Julian: That's right. In the first run of the PDW I became the first ever Glamorous Life Champion. Much like I am now the first ever Prodigy Champion
With that said, Julian grabs the Prodigy Title and places it against his rock hard abs.
Dayshia: Well, aren't you special. Does anything feel different about this time around?
Julian: Damn straight I'm special. Ryba went on and on about being the 'first' Platinum Champ, so I'll go on about being the first to hold the titles I held. But yeah, something does feel different this time around. A lot of people felt that Farah handed me the title last year, because it was named after her, and I was with her at the time.This title... [he pats the title lovingly] I undoubtedly earned on my own.
Aurora: How nice for you, don't have to have a bitch fight your battles.
Julian: I've never needed a woman to fight my battles for me. And I never will.
Aurora: But you said people thought she basically handed that title to you the first time, why else would they think that?
Dayshia: Hostile much, Aurora?
Aurora: Just getting his thoughts on it that’s all.
Aurora smiles innocently.
Julian: Because it's human nature to be jealous. When people are jealous, they start to tell stories and try to belittle those that are better than them.
Aurora: From what I hear though she basically ruled your life....
Dayshia: You seem really interested in this topic, Aurora.
Julian: Ruled my life? How do you figure that?
Aurora: Just trying to let the fans know a little more about their prodigy champion that’s all. Just something a little birdie told me, I wouldn’t know in what ways, you tell me.
Julian: Well she didn't run my life. Just like I didn't run hers. We were two individuals who had a relationship with each other.
Aurora: So what happened? Why are you no longer together?
Dayshia: Because all they did was hump. Right, Julian?
Dayshia shrugs.
Julian: At one point, yes Dayshia. But not near the end. At the end we were working on a real relationship. And I think she got scared. Along with not being able to handle her duties here, she got scared, and left.
Dayshia: And you notice that's when it REALLY went wrong, right? She was fine when you were just banging.
Aurora: You really know how to pick em don't ya?
Julian: I guess so. I mean, look who I'm here with now.
Dayshia: Pardon?
Aurora smirks.
Aurora: Better explain yourself there pal…
Julian: I pick only the best. The most beautiful, the most talented, and the most entertaining.
Aurora: Smooth, but that's where it all went wrong in the first place wasn't it, went for just what was on the outside and didn't look for the inside...shame.
Dayshia: Maybe there was nothing in there. Farah was about as deep as a kiddy pool. Or...so I've heard. And I don't mean in that way, Julian. I'm sure in THAT way she was really "deep".
Julian: Farah is the past, and I'm looking towards the future. And you saw the tape Dayshia, you should know just how deep she really was.
Dayshia nods.
Dayshia: CAVE!
Julian nearly falls out of his chair from laughing so hard at Dayshia's comment.
Julian: Now, now, be nice.
Aurora just listens to the both of them talk about how much of a whore Farah obviously was.
Dayshia: But...people have said the same thing about me so it's not a diss or anything.
Julian raises an eyebrow.
Julian: So are we just going to talk about my past sex life here, or are there other burning questions you have?
Dayshia: Yeah, Aurora?!
Aurora: No I'm good I know all I need to know now, go ahead.
Dayshia: Oh, well alright. We all know that Julian has been apart of PDW for quite some time now. What do you have to say about the woman behind the company? What do you think of her? Star I mean.
Julian sits up in his chair properly and strokes his chin for a quick second.
Julian: Star is amazing. Her ability to keep this roster in line and actually get us all to do our job is amazing. She also puts so much stress on herself, to make sure this company succeeds. She is one of the best bosses that I have ever worked for as well. She makes time to talk to her employees if they need to talk, and I am lucky to not only call her my boss, but a friend.
Aurora does the fake cough letting out the words "suck up". Julian snaps his head over to look at Aurora.
Julian: I'm sorry, did you say something?
Dayshia seems completely unaware of Aurora's secret comment. She instead stares at Julian with a mesmerized gaze. Aurora puts a hand to her chest and looks all innocent.
Aurora: Me? Nope didn't say anything.
Dayshia: You're seriously friends with Star? How did you go about that? Did you like buy her something because I've been trying to figure out ways to get in good with her and stuff. How'd you do that?
Aurora looks at Dayshia with a “what the hell” look on her face.
Aurora: Tell me you aren't serious.
Dayshia: Huh? Oh, I mean. Oh hell. Do you know how hard it is to work for a straight woman?! This is the first company I've been in where I couldn't sleep my way to the top!
Aurora slaps her forehead with her hand and just shakes her head and sighs. Julian laughs at Dayshia's comment.
Dayshia: What did I say?!
With a sigh, Dayshia closes her eyes slowly and raises her hands to massage her temples.
Julian: That's another thing I like about Star. She is a strong person. She can't be manipulated by other people, much like one Clint Bone.
Dayshia just blinks.
Dayshia: Who?
Aurora face turns a little red from anger at the mention of his name.
Dayshia: Alright! Well! It's been fun and all. Good luck in your match and be that wonderful prodigy. All that good stuff.
Julian holds up Dayshia's shirt.
Julian: Mind if I keep this?
She giggles and gives a wave of her hand.
Dayshia: Of course not. I have more.
Aurora just stands up and walks off the set before they went to commercial.
We fade to the locker room in the back where we see Nicholas Jaxx wrapping his fists in tape, taking a ridiculous amount of care over each layer and, when the tape runs out, he clenches his fists and looks at both of them, kissing them one by one before grabbing his t-shirt and ring-jacket. He begins to flex his neck back and forth and shadow box for a moment before Christy Matthews walks out of the shower-area with her hair still wet but yet fully clothed and ready to accompany him to ringside but with a goofy smile on her face. Jaxx doesn’t notice at first, busy warming up, but finally looks over at her leaning against the wall smiling and raises an eyebrow curiously.
Nicholas Jaxx: The fuck is up with you?
Christy Matthews: Oh, nothing!
The door behind her opens again and Pete Ebdon walks in, his hair also soaking wet obviously from the showers and nothing but a towel around his waist. Jaxx looks at Ebdon and then at Christy and shakes his head slowly.
Nicholas Jaxx: You two have fun?
Pete Ebdon: Don’t I always have fun when I win Nick?
Nicholas Jaxx: Dude, you may have whooped that mother fucker’s ass earlier tonight but we both know that it’s the fucking TEAM CAPTAIN of the Order of Chaos who’s bringing home the gold tonight, right?
Pete Ebdon: Right. Team Captain.
Ebdon and Christy both smile and Jaxx shakes his head again.
Nicholas Jaxx: Oh sure laugh now but you’re all gonna be fucking worshipping my ass in twenty minutes time when I’m washing fucking Steve Jason’s stink off of my shiny new belt. Fucking TEAM CAPTAIN bitches, the Jaxxster is the fucking STANDARD BEARER around here. First one to speak up, first one to fucking PWN mother fuckers!
Ebdon and Christy kiss as Jaxx heads toward the door.
Pete Ebdon: Good luck.
Nicholas Jaxx: Thanks dude.
Pete Ebdon: I wasn’t talking to you.
He shakes his head again and gives Christy a slap on the ass as she walks past him before disappearing from the locker room as Ebdon begins to get dressed, flicking on the monitor to watch his tag team partner in action...
We cut to the backstage area where “interviewer” Talena Baptiste stands in all of her pig-tailed glory with the Bloodshed champion, Steve Jason.
Talena: Hey, y'all! Miss Talena Sherrae Baptiste here with PDW's own Bloodshed Champion, Steve I-don't-know-his-middle-name Jason. What's up, SJ? How you feelin' tonight?
Steve Jason: Well, Talena, to answer a certain implicit question- it's in fact 'Alexander'. As for how I'm feeling? Well, all things considered, I'm... well, I'm relaxed, but I'm pretty amped up at the same time.
Talena: Steve Alexander Jason...SAJ! Relaxed and amped. Sounds like an LSD induced combination. I mean not that I'm accusing you of anything. It's just...well you get what I'm saying. But you have a big match tonight. Some people say your biggest here in PDW to date. Would you agree with that?
Steve Jason: I hear that an awful lot- almost week in, week out. But I would most definitely say it's accurate this time around. Winning the Bloodshed Championship was one thing, but now I have to actually defend it and prove myself worthy of it- and against three guys who are climbing up the ranks and would no doubt love to overtake me. So yeah, I'd say it's my biggest.
Talena: Yeah, SAJ. I think so too. You're kinda going up against some weirdoes though. Appropriately named too. I mean the Tank? His name suits him, yeah. But you can't tell me that man isn't a 'roid hotel. And Odd? Ha...Odd is RIGHT! Nicholax Jaxx though. I think he "jaxx" off to a picture of himself before every match to get him through it and to keep that ego up. It's shameful. Out of these three who would you say poses the biggest threat?
Steve Jason: As much as I hate to say it, being the... colossal annoyance that he is, I would have to say that at this point, Nicholas Jaxx is probably the man I need to watch out for the most. Out of everything I've seen and heard in the last week, he is the most driven, and probably the most ruthless, too. Which probably makes him the most dangerous.
Talena: And the most ridiculous. But who am I to say that? He's got his little ho squad and whatever else. You wouldn't happen to be prone to...distraction by those girls...would you?
She gives him a phony little wink. Steve replies by chuckling quietly, shaking his head for a moment before reacting.
Steve Jason: You know, this would usually be the point where I start ripping into 'em for being plastic or whatever else, but I'll call a spade a spade. They ain't bad- which is why I'm baffled they're hanging around with a nimrod like Jaxx. But to be completely honest with you, Talena- I don't think I will. Primarily because Jaxx has shown himself to be the kind of person who'd use that sort of thing to his advantage. I'm not quite that stupid, and at that point in time, the title's the main focus. No more, no less.
Talena: Awww, poor ladies. So I guess in other words they aren't THAT hot! I agree, SAJ. I really do. His taste is as low-class as he is. But I wanna thank you for joining me. And good luck in your match!
Steve Jason: That's not a problem, Talena- thanks for the well wishes and thanks for having me. But unfortunately, when it comes down to blood-spilling of the caliber we'll be having... luck'll probably go right out the window. And that... is undeniable!
The scene then quickly cuts back to ringside.
Hard 10 Match: Bloodshed Championship
Steve Jason © vs. Odd vs. The Tank vs Nicholas Jaxx
David Wright: Now, here is a match I’ve been looking forward to myself for quite a while now.
Reggie Stallworth: You would look forward to something called a “Hard Ten Match”…and full of dudes.
David Wright: What exactly are you implying?
Reggie Stallworth: Man, please. You already know.
David Wright: Well, anyway. Back to the match. Every man has earned his spot. In the beginning, the Tank partnered with Aiden Cross for the opportunity to make it to this match. And it would be the Tank who brought the victory home for his team and earned him this opportunity. But for unknown reasons Aiden Cross was unable to compete, leaving his spot open.
Reggie Stallworth: He’s probably in rehab somewhere. He looks like he’s on all types of drugs.
David Wright: Shut up, damn you! Anyway, Odd and Nicholas Jaxx competed for the chance to fill Aiden’s spot, only to end in a tie between the two individuals. And of course…the champion, Steve Jason! His presence in this match needs no explanation! This is his first title defene here in PDW!
The camera then cuts to Sammantha Jinx inside of the ring.
Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentlemen. The following contest is a Hard Ten Match for the PDW Bloodshed Championship! Introducing first, at a weight of 320 pounds, he hails from Miami Florida….THE TANK!!!
"Ladies and Gentlemen" by Saliva plays out through the P.A. system and The Tank walks out onto the entrance ramp wearing a golden Japanese style jacket, also wearing black shades. He smirks and walks slowly along the ramp looking focused on the ring. As he approaches the ring he stands before it and looks on at it, looking up to the heavens before getting onto the ring apron and climbs into the ring. The Tank removes his Japanese style jacket and hands it to the ring assistant as he climbs up to the top rope to pose for the crowd. He drops down and waits for the match to begin.
Reggie Stallworth: Damn, that fool is big!
David Wright: The biggest man in this match in fact. But with this stipulation it may not help him a whole lot.
“Undertaker” by Puscifer suddenly hits the speakers.
Sammantha Jinx: And coming to the ring next, weighing in at 238 pounds….ODD!
Odd makes is way into the stage, seemingly indifferent to the reaction of the fans as he begins to head down the ramp and enter the ring.
David Wright: Now here’s someone who could use some better social skills.
Reggie Stallworth: He just didn’t get enough hugs as a child. That’s all.
David Wright: True, true. Wait…what?!
Darkness engulfs the arena and after a few moments the screen flicks to life…
...NICHOLAS JAXX WILL STEAL THE SHOW IN...
...5...
...4...
...3...
...2...
...1...
...NOW!!
I’M BRINGING SEXY BACK (YEAH!!)
THEM OTHER FUCKERS DON’T KNOW HOW TO ACT (YEAH!!)
Sammantha Jinx: Ladies, gentlemen and Jaxxamaniacs the world over, introducing from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada and weighing in at 199 pounds, he is the EGO KILLER, the MID-CARD FILLER and the PLAYBOY BUNNY THRILLER; this is “The Sinner” NICHOLAS JAXX!!!
Jaxx raises his arms triumphantly before removing his jacket and passing it to Christy Matthews on the outside of the ring to reveal a t-shirt that reads “SEXIEST MOTHER F**KER IN MADISON SQUARE GARDEN”. He rips off the t-shirt after showing it off to the camera and throws it to the crowd.
Reggie Stallworth: I just got one question…
David Wright: What’s that?
Reggie Stallworth: Sexy Back? For real though?
David Wight: I…I don’t know, Reggie. I just…don’t…know.
With the sudden sound of a thunderclap, the heavy guitar introduction to Breaking Benjamin’s “Believe” blasts over the PA system as suddenly a blast of white and blue pyros flares up around the entrance ramp. As the guitar introduction continues, white and blue searchlight beams trigger and begin to wash over the entrance ramp and the general path to the ring. As this happens, a silvery plume of sparkler fire lights up in front of the curtain before Steve Jason strides out of the remnants, clad in his white and blue ringwear boardshorts and a matching silky short-sleeved shirt. He wastes no time striding down the ramp in direct time to the powerful, edgy verse which now booms throughout the arena.
Sammantha Jinx: And finally…from Sunset Coast, Australia…at a weight of 240 pounds….
Don’t tread the water
Just stay still
I’ll not be bothered
By you until
I’m picking sides
And pulling the strings
I’m living lies
And shedding skin
I’m open wide
And letting you in
I’m wronging rights
Sammantha Jinx: He is Platinum Dynasty Wrestling’s Bloodshed Champion…
Steve has proceeded to the foot of the ring at this point, eyeing the apron in front of him with intensity. Suddenly, the sung verse becomes an intense, angry chorus as Steve jumps onto the apron in time with the first opening shout, gripping the ropes and flinging his arms back so his shirt flings off his body and into the crowd.
Be-lieve!
I don’t care what you want!
I just want mine!
Shut up!
Smart little bitch!
I don’t need lies!
At this point, Steve has sidestepped along the apron and reached the nearest turnbuckle. With little to no warning, he climbs atop it in time with the continuing chorus, which is now slightly softer than the angrier tune of before.
Sammantha Jinx:…STEVE JASON!!!
I don’t care what you want, I just want mine…
Get up!
Force it to fit!
Confined inside!
As the chorus ends and descends into sharp and short guitar blasts, Steve hops down from the turnbuckle and enters the ring itself, assuming a ready-to-fight martial arts stance.
David Wright: The fans are really feeling all of these guys tonight!
Reggie Stallworth: Hell, the fans are feeling the Dynasty period tonight! This show has been the SHIT!
All four men stand in the ring along with referee T.C. Payne, staring around as they listen to her speak. Steve Jason gingerly hands his championship to her. Suddenly, the bell sounds out and everyone in the ring seemingly scatters. Each man seems to be looking for his own opening, but almost like a football team, the group suddenly breaks and each man scrambles out of the ring, headed straight underneath it to pull out the weapons! With the stipulation as it is there was no need to waste time with anything else. It is Jaxx that first grabs a Singapore can and runs over to Odd, who has his sights set on a steal chair, and clocks him right across the skull, gaining the first point of the night! The rest of the men scramble back into the ring as Jaxx begins laying boots to the fallen Odd!
David Wright: Whoa! The Jaxx scores already with a kendo stick to the head of Odd!
Reggie Stallworth: You know, he’s cool and all but he may need a little bit of Ridilin? Boy’s kinda hyper.
David Wright: He’s just…feeling the hardcore spirit!
Jaxx picks up Odd and tosses him into the ring just as Tank takes a huge swig at SJ with the metal lid of a trash can. SJ narrowly escapes, and just as Tank spins around, catching him with a hard clothesline that sends the big man crashing to the mat! SJ too now begins laying into the Tank, stomping away at him with hard, heavy executions of his boot, but Tank suddenly catches one of them in both hands and shoves hard, sending SJ flying into the corner. Now slumped down, SJ attempts to shake the cobwebs away just as Tank makes it to his feet. Now SJ is a victim of vicious stomping from a much bigger shoe as the Tank attacks him repeatedly. He then drags him to his feet. Tank moves in to press the advantage now, pulling Steve in and signaling for a powerbomb! He hauls Steve up into powerbomb position as a weary Steve eyes the mat below him carefully, then suddenly flips straight backwards while still being held by Tank! Steve's arm reaches out blindly for something, anything, then suddenly swings back up, lashing out with a pair of nunchucks he must have picked up in his hand! The nunchucks crack straight onto Tank's head, and the combination of the momentum and the impact bring Tank crashing down to Earth with Steve on top of him.
David Wright: And Steve Jason with a pair of nunchucks to the Tank!
Reggie Stallworth: I thought the Tank was supposed to be Mr. Kun-Fu man.
David Wright: This is role reversely tonight. SJ’s gonna do whatever he has to in order to hang onto that belt. No one wants to lose their first defense.
Meanwhile, Jaxx is working Odd over with chops to the chest. He then goes for a Standing dropkick that Odd avoids with a perfectly timed sidestep. As Jaxx hits the mat, Odd picks up a massive sledgehammer, eyeing it with a smile. As Jaxx lays stretched across the mat, Odd raises the sledgehammer high above his head. Just as it nears him, Jaxx rolls out of the way and Odd hits nothing but canvas! Jaxx then uses this opportunity to stun Odd with a J-kick! AS Odd falls to the mat, Jaxx picks up the sledgehammer that he’s just abandoned and flips it upside down. He then lifts it up and drives it into Odd’s sternum once, twice, three times in a plunging motion! The impact knocks all the breath from Odd’s body as he coughs, almost hearing bones crack under the strikes! Jaxx then throws the sledgehammer off to the side and goes for Odd once again, dragging him to his feet to do even more damage. But just as he attempts to Tank comes out of nowhere and smashes his fist into the side of Jaxx’s face! He then reaches down and picks up his trash can lid and a stop sign. Tank steps around Jaxx and smacks him in the head simultaneously with each weapon!
NICHOLAS JAXX: 1
ODD: 0
THE TANK: 2
STEVE JASON: 1
In the meantime, Odd has exited the ring and headed back underneath. He then slides back out with a table in tow.
Reggie Stallworth: The big guns!
David Wright: A table! That’ll be quite handy! Whoever gets to use that will be so much closer to the Bloodshed Championship!
The Tank looks down at Jaxx with a smile and bends down to retrieve him just before Jaxx connects with a knee to his chin before flipping to his feet. Steve is free, and eyes the distracted Jaxx with a sudden shrewd look on his face. He rummages around on the mat below him, looking for a suitable weapon, then suddenly notices a fold-up chair lying flat on the mat. Steve looks around, then suddenly steps between one of the gaps between the folded chair and its legs, anchoring it around his ankle. Jaxx finally turns around to face Steve, causing Steve to break into a run, leap and launch a spinning crescent kick straight into Jaxx's face, chair and all! There's a sickening clash as Jaxx flies backwards from the impact, crashing and lying prone on the mat.
David Wright: And the Bloodshed champion with a crescent kick to Nicholas right onto the chair!
Reggie Stallworth: There’s bodies everywhere, man! I can’t keep up!
David Wright: That doesn’t surprise me!
Just as SJ looks as though he’s about to continue his assault, he suddenly turns around and steps into the cold and blinding blast of a fire extinguisher from Odd! He stumbles into the corner, vulnerable and prone to a full on assault from Odd of rights and lefts! But SJ manages to fire back with a clean European Uppercut to the jaw of Odd, launching him across the ring in the process! As this goes on, Tank points toward the table and pulls Jaxx off the mat, scooping him up and walking toward the ropes but as he goes to launch Jaxx over the ropes Jaxx counters, using Tank as an anchor and landing gingerly on the ropes. Tank swings at him but Jaxx ducks the shot and nails Tank with a forearm shot to the face before pulling his neck down across the rope and sending him staggering back toward the middle of the ring. Jaxx quickly hops in to the ring and charges at Tank, nailing him a few times with cheap shots to the ribs before whipping him to the ropes where Brett Freeman pulls down the top rope and Tank goes sailing out over the top. Jaxx begins barking orders at his enforcer who pulls Tank up and places him across the table as Jaxx climbs to the top rope and balances there for a moment, pointing down at Tank lying across the table before leaping off, executing a nearly two full rotations and a crashing down on top of Tank with a beautiful 630 Splash, driving Tank through the table and sending pieces of wood flying in every direction.
David Wright: NICHOLAS JAXX JUST SENT TANK THROUGH A TABLE!!!
Reggie Stallworth: That HAD to hurt!
David Wright: And that’s just put him in the lead in a big way!
NICHOLAS JAXX: 6
ODD: 1
THE TANK: 2
STEVE JASON: 2
Steve whips Odd towards the ropes, then immediately runs in the opposite direction and springboards off the ropes in the style of Chris Jericho’s Lionsault, crashing into him as he bounces back! As he does so, Jaxx springs off the ropes but Jason sidesteps him and he crashes in to Odd instead, knocking both men to the mat. Jason throws Jaxx aside and pulls Odd to his feet unleashing a few hard right hand chops before whipping him to the ropes but whatever he had planned is foiled when Jaxx leaps to his feet, using Jason’s shoulders to leap over him and catch Odd with a dropkick to the jaw. Jaxx poses for a moment before turning back to Jason who delivers a stiff right-hand to Jaxx that knocks him back across the ring. Jason goes to charge at Jaxx who ducks it and pulls down the ropes, sending Jason to the outside. With a quick kick to the head of Odd just for the hell of it Jaxx runs the ropes, leaping over the top rope and landing hard on Steve Jason on the outside. The fans pop wildly as Jaxx rolls off of Jason and incredibly Jason begins to struggle back to his feet just as Christy Matthews climbs on to the apron. She leaps to the top rope, springboarding off backwards and twisting in mid-air so that she crashes down on top of the recovering Bloodshed Champion with almost a Swanton-style knockdown to another pop from the fans.
David Wright: What in the hell?! She needs to stay in her place!
Reggie Stallworth: If not, she could always come to mine. I wouldn’t mind that at all!
Back on his feet, Odd makes his way over to the scene that has just occurred, headed straight for Christy Matthews as she stands up straight, grabbing up a Singapore cane in the process! He suddenly cracks Christy Matthews right over the head, knocking her out cold! But as he does so he turns around and walks right into light tube attack from the Bloodshed Champion! The glass shatters right against his face, cutting him opening in the process. Steve Jason then grabs him by the back of the head and throws him back into the ring, following right after him! Jaxx stirs a little before finally beginning to make his way to his feet. He immediately spots the fallen, unconscious Christy Matthews and a horrified look makes its way across his face, but only briefly. It is immediately replaced by one of vengeance as he lifts himself up and stalks towards the ring. Just as he does Steve Jason strikes Odd rapidly with three kicks to the shins, a straight fist to the gut followed by an elbow to the back of the skull, followed by two knees to the head and finally a rough hiptoss face-first to the mat.
David Wright: SJ with the Setsujoku Flurry to Odd!
Reggie Stallworth: I swear to God, man. What the hell is up with him and these move names?! He looks like a regular white dude to me! Unless he’s got Japanese on his mother’s father’s cousin’s uncle’s side or something!
David Wright: WHAT?!
Reggie Stallworth: You heard me!
Steve Jason then picks up a steel chain as well as a pair of brass knuckles. He slips them on, watching as Odd climbs back to his feet. SJ then immediately nails him right across the jaw with the brass knuckles! Somehow, Odd manages to remain on his feet before being hit with an uppercut from SJ with the brass knuckles. Finally, he goes down. With his chain in tow, Steve Jason uses it to lash Odd across the back! SJ turns around and walks right into a J-kick from Jaxx! With all three men down Jaxx rolls out of the ring and begins setting up another table on the outside. In the ring however Odd and Tank are both back to their feet and begin exchanging blows in the middle of the ring, each man trying to just knock the other man out with the effort behind each shot. Tank gets the upperhand however when he goes for a kneelift that knocks the wind out of Odd and, seeing the table on the outside, eyes an opportunity for good points. He grabs Odd and sets him up for a powerbomb, walking him toward the ropes and lifting him up for the powerbomb, launching him over the ropes but just as he does so Jaxx notices, quickly pulling the table out of the way and watches as Odd crashes down on to nothing but concrete on the outside of the ring.
Reggie Stallworth: Jaxx just cost Tank some serious points!
NICHOLAS JAXX: 6
ODD: 1
THE TANK: 2
STEVE JASON: 4
The Tank is obviously pissed at his ruined opportunity! Veins pop out of his forehead and bulging biceps as he searches the ring for someone to take this anger out on! Jaxx volunteers to be that person as he grabs a metal bat and slides back into the ring. But even before he has the chance to stand up the tank stomps the holy hell out of him. He grabs Jaxx by the hair and yanks him to his feet, but Jaxx is clutching the bat as he does so. Jaxx jams the bat into Tank’s gut and then hits a homerun straight across his skull! Blood spurts from Tank’s mouth as he falls lifelessly to the mat! Jaxx quickly drops the bat, looking down at his handy work with a satisfied grin.
Reggie Stallworth: I think Jaxx just killed the Tank!
David Wright: You know normally I’d disagree with you but from the looks of things that is quite a possibility.
Out of nowhere, SJ’s comes at Jaxx with a trash can, tossing it into Jaxx’s arms, who catches it by reflex, and then dropkicking it straight into his face! Jaxx falls back onto the ropes. In the meantime Odd has made his way over to the timekeeper’s table. He snatches the bell and heads into the ring, but as he walks, he trips over the fallen Tank. Seemingly for no reason Odd drops the bell onto Tank, gaining a point off the unconscious opponent! He then retrieves the bell. SJ has pulled Jaxx to his feet. As he goes for a vertical suplex, Odd approaches him with the bell. He goes to dodge the shot but Jaxx immediately swings him right back into harms way! After Odd nails SJ with the bell, Jazz snatches it from him and then smacks him right in the face with it! Odd goes down hard, leaving Jaxx the only man standing in the ring, but his focus is set directly on the champion who is struggling to regain his composure and make it back to his feet. Just as he does so, Jaxx unbuckles his belt and pulls it off. He then swerves around SJ and wraps the belt around his neck!
David Wright: Jaxx is choking the Bloodshed Champion with that belt!
NICHOLAS JAXX: 9
ODD: 3
THE TANK: 2
STEVE JASON: 5
Jaxx tightens his hold, pulling the belt against SJ, holding his neck in a vice grip that seems impossible to escape! Fury burns in the eyes of Nicholas Jaxx as he punishes Steve Jason relentlessly, draining the man of his energy as visions of the Bloodshed Championship dance behind Jaxx’s eyes. But a sudden low blow from Odd brings him back to reality! His grip on the belt loosens and both he and SJ fall to the mat! Odd then crawls over to Jaxx before using the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Odd then searches around the ring momentarily before spotting a chair. he then grabs it and places Jaxx’s neck in between the folding head of a chair and proceeds to climb up to the top rope. After he ascends, he quickly leaps off and stomps on the legs of the chair, snapping the chair shut around his Jaxx's throat! The vicious move leaves Jaxx laying in the center of the ring, no sign of getting up anytime soon in sight! Steve is back against the turnbuckle now, groggy and trying to shake himself back up into fighting shape. Odd sees the advantage, and suddenly steps back, eyeing Steve before charging to launch a clothesline against his cornered opponent. At the last second, Steve jumps aside and shoves Odd, using his momentum to slam him face-first into the turnbuckle! Odd slumps against the turnbuckle, then Steve suddenly eyes the table set up not too far away and suddenly sets his jaw with resolve, then moves up behind Odd and begins to lift him up the turnbuckle! He sets Odd on top, then climbs behind him and raises his fist for the S3! The crowd, suddenly catching on to what he's doing, let out an excited cheer as Steve hooks Odd's leg and nails the S3... straight through the table! Splinters of wood fly everywhere as Steve drives Odd straight through with a Suicide S3! Both men are lying prone on the ground at the devastation of the move, and the crowd can't believe it!
Reggie Stallworth: Oh shit!
David Wright: Steve Jason with the S3 to Odd through the table!
Reggie Stallworth: HE WON! HE WON!
NICHOLAS JAXX: 9
ODD: 3
THE TANK: 2
STEVE JASON: 10
David Wright: SJ definitely made it to ten points with that move but it’s not over yet!
Reggie Stallworth: What?!
David Wright: He has to win by two points! Nicholas Jaxx is at nine! He hasn’t lost yet!
Reggie Stallworth: When is this gonna end?!
There is no ringing of the bell to signal the matches end. SJ stumbles to his feet, realizing this as he struggles to stay up. In the ring, Jaxx has begun to make his way to his feet as well. He grips the ropes and slowly but surely makes his way up. At this moment, both he and SJ lock eyes. And SJ thus makes his way back to the ring and inside. Both men immediately clash in the center of the ring in an all out brawl! Despite the brutality they’ve endured throughout this battle the two continues on. Jaxx throws his knee into the guy of SJ and lifts him up, slamming him back down on the mat with a sidewalk slam. But as he reaches for another weapon SJ grabs him by the hair and punches him in the throat! He then crawls out from under Jaxx and hops to his feet. SJ hoists Jaxx up and hits him with a cradle DDT. Still down on the mat, he reaches for a 2x4 before being dragged back by Jaxx! Jaxx now manages to climb to his feet and pulls SJ with him! Launching SJ into the ropes, Jaxx quickly charges for him and nails him with a clothesline that sends them both over the top rope and sailing to the floor outside! Carnage is all over the ring as each man is laid out!
David Wright: This is insane! I can’t tell what the hell is gonna happen here!
The volume of the noise in Madison Square Garden is deafening as the fans roar. But there seems to be no life from anyone. The camera cuts to the Tank who lies in a pool of his own blood and then switches to an outstretched, unconscious Odd. It then cuts to both Nicholas Jaxx and Steve Jason who lay within inches of each other. Suddenly, Jaxx begins to stir. And soon after so does Steve Jason. The two both writhe, showing more signs of life. As Steve Jason attempts to get up, the Jaxxster punches him in the face, stealing this chance to begin to get up himself. But as he does SJ grabs onto his leg, keeping him from going anywhere. Jaxx attempts to shake him off just as SJ begins using him to get up. Jaxx then turns on his heels and goes for the steel steps! He turns back to Steve Jason with the stairs raised high above his head, but SJ quickly grabs the Bloodshed Championship and nails Nicholas Jaxx in the face just before T.C. Payne calls for the bell!
NICHOLAS JAXX: 9
ODD: 3
THE TANK: 2
STEVE JASON: 11
Sammantha Jinx: Here is your winner and STILL PDW Bloodshed champion…STEVE JASON!!!
David Wright: Oh my God what a match! The Jaxxster came so close!
Reggie Stallworth: He damn sure did! I could’ve sworn he was gonna win! That was AMAZING!
David Wright: We’ve gotta see more of these two men! That’s for damn sure!
The scene fades back into the locker room of Joseph and Hannah St. John where we Joseph taping up his wrist as he prepared to meet Julian Dark in The Falls Count Anywhere match. There was a look of focus on his face and the camera pans around showing that he had put up a picture of the Prodigy title on the wall. As Joseph taped his fist up, he never took his focus off the picture of the title. You could see he had a million things going through his mind and all of it was about the title and what it means to him to even be going after it. Julian is a strong wrestler but so am I is what he told himself as their came a knock at the door. Joseph didn’t lose focus at all or even blink as we see Hannah St. John walk over and open the door. It wasn’t clear who was at the door but it was clear, their presence wasn’t wanted by the tone of Hannah’s voice.
Hannah: What is it you want and where is your better half?
Hannah stepped aside revealing Layla standing at the entrance dressed to impress. She looked passed Hannah and over toward Joseph who had yet to even acknowledge she was there. You see Layla’s face light up as she figured with how Joseph was looking this would end up being a top interview.
Layla: Kayla’s around here somewhere. Who really cares. How about a word or two about your matches?
Layla was more so focused on Joseph who had just finished taping his fist up and watched him as he tuck turns punching his own hands, making sure the tape was nice a tight. Another smile came across her face as she walked into the room again with Hannah saying to herself “I must have missed the part where I invited her in but she was already in so why say anything when she wasn’t really worth the effort.
Layla: So serious an intense. I like it and here I thought you were just Hannah’s little teddy bear. I’m guessing there is a mean streak
Joseph: And to think most wrestlers think you are and your sisters are just a piece of ass.
Layla: What? Who says that? Tell me who said that right now!
Joseph doesn’t answer. Instead just shakes his head at how easy she was sent into a frenzy over a little of nothing comment he made. Thinking to himself that is what is wrong with people he smirked but still kept his eyes focused on the Prodigy Title.
Joseph: I can do it. One step closer. I can get one step closer. At the end of this I will be Prodigy Champion two and zero, two and zero
Hannah: He’s focused as am I and you my dear are nothing more than a distraction. Why don’t you find a dressing room to get on your knees in.
Kayla rolled her eyes at Hannah. The mean streak was definitely showing but Kayla wasn’t one to back down from a story and stood her ground. More so for the story than anything else knowing that if she got them riled up maybe she may get some comments they didn’t mean to let out.
Layla: You must be nervous to take cheap shots at me?
Joseph: Nervous…cute.
Layla turned her attention toward Joseph who finally was looking at her instead of the picture of the title.
Joseph: You ever hear the phrase better to be hated for who you are then loved for who you are not Put it this way. We are going to enjoy being hated. You can leave now
Layla: But what does?
Before Layla could finish what she was saying. Hannah grabbed her by the arm and started to drag her toward the door. Layla tries to object but Hannah doesn’t give her the chance. She shoves Layla out of the dressing room, waves bye to her, and then slams the door in her face.
Best of Five Challenge: Falls Count Anywhere Match
Joseph St. John (1) vs. Julian Dark (0)
Reggie Stallworth: What an unbelievable night it’s been so far but it’s far from over folks because up next we’ve got a HUGE match for you, one with double the meaning of most.
David Wright: That’s because not only is this match for the Prodigy Championship but it’s the second in the Best of Five series between these men, the question is who’s got the advantage?
Reggie Stallworth: Joseph St. John without question!
David Wright: Well that’s... we’ll have to come back to this because we’re ready for the entrances!
The lights go out as "I'm A Soulja" by Ghetto Commission begins to play. Joseph's face appears on the video screen with him looking down. He slowly raises his head up while half of it gets shielded from the light. The view begins to show Joseph doing bench presses and then him clotheslining an opponent. It shows his face again and then him doing sit ups with Hannah sitting on his stomach before showing Joseph toss his opponent across the ring before showing Joseph's name on the screen and the letters B.B.V. Hannah St. John walks out from the back followed close behind by Joseph. She stands with her hands on her hips as Joseph walks behind her placing his hands on her waist. He kisses her neck before looking towards the ring. Hannah starts to lead him to the ring. Joseph follows her as both walk with a slow pace. The video screen begins to replay the scene as Joseph's face appears on the video screen with him looking down. He slowly raises his head up while half of it gets shielded from the light. The view begins to show Joseph doing bench presses and then him clotheslining an opponent. It shows his face again and then him doing sit ups with Hannah sitting on his stomach before showing Joseph toss his opponent across the ring before showing Joseph's name on the screen and the letters B.B.V. Joseph and Hannah stop just short of the ring. Joseph grabs Hannah by her waist and lifts her up on the ring apron and allowing her to climb in the ring before tossing off his du-rag and sliding in the ring himself. Joseph stands in the middle of the ring for a moment before Hannah reaches up and removes his sunglasses placing them on her head as she smirks at him. Joseph kneels down in front of Hannah and places her forehead against her stomach for a moment as Hannah looks down at him. We see Joseph look up at Hannah as she places her hand son his cheeks and gives him a kiss. Joseph slowly rises to his feet as. Hannah walks and slowly gets out of the ring. Joseph watches her and smirks briefly before his look turns serious as he walks around, hitting his fist in his hand as he waits for the match to start.
Reggie Stallworth: Joseph St. John pacing around the ring impatiently, the aspiring Prodigy Champion just can't wait to get that belt!
David Wright: You mean wait for the opportunity to get that belt back, Julian Dark has been a good champion so far and there's no signs that this match is going to be one-sided.
Reggie Stallworth: Oh please, Joseph is already leading one to nothing in this "best of five" series, after tonight it's just a matter of time before he wraps up the series.
"Take Me" by Papa Roach explodes through the P.A. System as multicolored pyro shoots up from the stage. The smoke from the pyro is so thick that it can't be seen through. However, as it begins to clear, the outline of Julian Dark can be seen. He waits a few minutes, listening to the fans, feeding off the energy they have created. Then he steps out of the smoke and raises his head, locking his sights on the ring. He makes his way down, drawing in the noise of the crowd and a small smile shows through his tough demeanor. He jumps onto the apron, grabs the top rope, and flips into the ring.
Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentlemen the following match is scheduled for ONE FALL and is the second match in the BEST OF FIVE SERIES between these two men. This match is also for the PLATINUM DYNASTY WRESTLING PRODIGY CHAMPIONSHIP!
The fans pop wildly as Julian Dark hands the belt over to the referee who first of all shows the belt to St. John before raising it in the air for the fans to see.
Sammantha Jinx: Introducing first the challenger in this contest, he is already leading one to zero in the Best of Five series and was accompanied to the ring by his wife Hannah, from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 305lbs this is JOSEPH ST. JOHN!!
The fans boo wildly as the challenger raises his arms above his head.
Sammantha Jinx: His opponent is the PDW Prodigy Champion and comes to us today from Eagle Rock, California. Weighing in at 224lbs this is JULIAN DARK!!
The fans pop for the champion as he raises his hands, turning toward the fans as they go wild. Angered by the fan support for the champion however St. John nails Dark in the back of the head with a vicious forearm shot which knocks him to the mat where St. John grabs the ropes and begins kicking away at the champion, stomping the proverbial mudhole in him until the referee is forced to step in and separate the two. As soon as Joseph St. John backs off in to his own corner the referee checks on the champion before calling for the bell. Julian Dark begins pulling himself back to his feet but St. John just drops him with another huge blow.
Reggie Stallworth: See you my point? This thing will be over in minutes, Hannah St. John came in tonight as a champion, Joseph St. John is leaving tonight as a champion!
David Wright: Well he’s certainly started off in the right way but this match is FAR from over.
St. John pulls Dark back to his feet and holds him up in the corner, slapping him across the chest so hard that the fans react with a “woooo” and Dark drops down in the corner holding his chest in agony. St. John pulls him back up again, placing his arms on either side of the ropes so he can’t possibly block the shot before slapping the chest of Dark again to another “woooo” from the fans. Dark drops down again and yet again St. John pulls him up, preparing another slap but Dark fires off some right-hands in to the face of his long-term rival but St. John reacts by whipping him across the ring. Dark doesn’t crash in to the turnbuckles as expected though; instead he runs up the ropes and leaps off the top, crashing back down on top of St. John with a huge clothesline that knocks the big man off his feet.
David Wright: DID YOU SEE THAT!! There it is, proof that Julian Dark is FAR from out of this match despite his hectic schedule lately.
Reggie Stallworth: See, just another advantage that Joseph has in this match, Julian Dark has been on a plane travelling the world recently, you can’t go around the world and just shrug it off in this situation.
David Wright: We all know that Julian Dark would NEVER use that as an excuse though.
Reggie Stallworth: Excuse or not it’s still a huge disadvantage.
St. John struggles back to his feet and looks over at Julian Dark, surprised he just pulled something like that out of nowhere. With Dark leaning on the ropes St. John charges at him but Julian Dark pulls down the ropes and St. John goes crashing to the outside. Dark quickly gets back to his feet, running the ropes and diving between them and out toward St. John who just sidesteps the high-flyer and watches him crash down to the floor below to boos from the fans. With a smile on his face St. John pulls Dark back up again, smashing him face first off the announce table.
Reggie Stallworth: Ha, this thing is as good as over!
David Wright: Would you quit promoting Joseph St. John, you’re doing a better job of it than HE does!
Reggie Stallworth: Maybe he should consider hiring me to hype him then, huh?
At ringside St. John pulls up Dark again and goes to slam him face first on to the announce table once again but Dark blocks it. Annoyed, St. John tries the same move again but again Dark blocks the shot to the table, firing back with a few quick elbow shots to the gut of St. John before grabbing him by the hair and smashing his head on the table instead to a huge pop from the fans. St. John staggers backwards but mostly shrugs off the shot but Dark isn’t done yet, charging at St. John and ramming him back hard against the ring apron. St. John grabs at his back but Dark isn’t done, pulling him off the ring and charging him back again, doing as much damage to the back as he could. The referee tries to pull him off and Dark steps back before leaping up and nailing a beautiful kick to the jaw of St. John who drops to the floor for a second before grabbing at his face, pushing the referee in the way of the oncoming Dark and rolling back underneath the bottom rope.
David Wright: Still confident?
Reggie Stallworth: Oh please, some lucky shots!
David Wright: Are we watching the same match?!
Dark leaps up on to the apron, climbing the ropes and flying off of them, nailing St. John with a beautiful hurricanrana that takes the big man off his feet again. Angrily St. John gets back up again and swings at Dark who ducks the shot and drops St. John across the ropes with a drop toehold before charging across the ring and nailing a dropkick to the small of the back on the prone St. John. Joseph grabs at his back again as Dark begins to go to the high-risk district again but St. John gets up surprisingly quickly, grabbing at him before he can get his footing on the top rope and launching him across the ring. Dark flips in the air, landing on his feet much to the shock of St. John and delight of the fans. St. John charges at him and Dark nails him with a kick, grabbing him by the head and running up the ropes...
David Wright: SLICED BREAD #2!!!!!
Reggie Stallworth: NO WAY!!!
David Wright: COVER!!! HE’S GOT HIM!!!!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!!
St. John kicks out with authority, launching Dark off of him and across the ring. The fans boo as St. John gets back to his feet again and Dark comes charging at him only to be caught with an absolutely DEVESTATING boot to the jaw that seems to knock Dark for a loop. St. John points at his opponent and taunts the crowd, screaming “that’s what I’m about” before walking over to the fallen Dark who’s still trying to get his head together. He’s up to his knees when St. John just levels him with a knee to the face before coming off the ropes, leaping up and dropping a massive elbow on to Dark. He puts one hand on the chest cockily to cover...
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!
David Wright: KICK OUT BY DARK!!! What a cocky cover, is he even taking this match seriously!?
Reggie Stallworth: OF COURSE he’s taking it seriously but come on, he’s JOSEPH ST. JOHN!! This match is all about him, the fact that Dark’s even gotten as much offense in as he has is a miracle.
David Wright: Would you take a look at the match?! Julian Dark has been phenomenal tonight!
St. John pulls Julian Dark up again and hammers him a few times with clubbing right hands that are just designed to drive the wind right out of him. He confidently picks him up, dropping him to the mat with a massive sitout Side Powerslam and fakes going for the cover before shaking his head and pulling Dark’s shoulders off the mat. Dark hammers him a few times with right hands but St. John just smashes him in the face once again before getting back to his feet and pulling Dark up with him. He hammers Dark a few times before telling the fans it’s over and attempting to set up for his crucifix powerbomb finisher but Dark counters it, sliding down St. John’s back and running to the opposite ropes nearest the announce table. He rebounds off, charging at the big man with everything he’s got but St. John catches him and launches him over the top rope with a modified variation on the Exploder Suplex that sees Julian Dark crash down hard on the outside.
Reggie Stallworth: DID YOU SEE THAT?! It’s over, this match is done!
David Wright: I’ll grant you that that looks like Dark’s had the air driven out of him but why the hell is Joseph St. John playing to the crowd and not following up?
Reggie Stallworth: He could wait ten minutes and still win, this one is over...
Joseph St. John finally climbs out of the ring while Julian Dark is obviously hurt and is crawling toward the ring to help himself back to his feet. St. John just stalks him now, getting ready to finish it as soon as Dark gets back to his feet, which he does and St. John grabs him by the neck and prepares to launch him in to the air but Julian Dark counters with a shot to the gut and leaps up, swinging him around 360 degrees before dropping him right on the top of his head in a sickening DDT. The fans pop wildly for the move as Julian Dark pulls himself up, obviously playing slightly possum after all, and clears the fans out at ringside, grabbing St. John by the hair and attempting to launch him over the guard rail but St. John stops him, smashing Dark in to the guard rail instead. Still suffering from being dropped on his head St. John staggers backwards and Dark charges at him, leaping up on to the apron and flying at him, nailing him with a sick variation of an enziguri while St. John is still on his feet. St. John drops down to his knees grabbing at his head in agony while Julian Dark plays to the crowd now, taunting that the end is coming...
David Wright: Is he doing what I think he’s doing?
Reggie Stallworth: He’s going to try and end it right here!! MOVE JOSEPH!!!
David Wright: FALLING DARKNESS... MISSES!!! JULIAN DARK JUST SUPERKICKED THE POST AS JOSEPH ST. JOHN MOVED OUT OF THE WAY!!
Julian Dark holds his leg in pain as St. John calls to his wife who throws him over the PDW Prodigy Championship. St. John, obviously getting annoyed and desperate, swings the belt at Dark who ducks the shot and attempts another Superkick but again St. John has it scouted, grabbing his leg and smashing it against the ring post. Dark screams out in pain as St. John picks up the title belt again and goes to hit Dark with it but the referee grabs the belt out of his hand. St. John screams furiously at the referee and as he turns around Dark nails him with a spear and the two begin brawling in the aisle. St. John knocks Dark down yet again and heads back toward the ring, pulling out steel chairs from underneath the ring. He begins throwing the chairs at Julian Dark who has to jump the guard rail to avoid them but he’s caught by a flying chair that catches him right in the back of the head. St. John storms over, grabbing the chairs and launching them in to the crowd where Julian Dark is struggling to regain his composure. St. John begins setting up the chairs, grabbing even more of the ones that the fans were sitting on obviously with something in mind. He turns around however and gets nailed by Julian Dark...
David Wright: THE RUNNING STO TAKES JOSEPH ST. JOHN DOWN!!
Reggie Stallworth: What the hell is Julian Dark thinking about?!
Julian clears the fans away from a spot in the crowd. He punches the downed body of St. John, then starts to drag the man over to a row of chairs. Julian places the body of St. John on the chairs and punches him a few times for good measure, to make sure he stays there. Then he runs up the steps next to them and gets to the entrance way. He jumps and grabs the top of the entrance way. He pulls himself up to the top of the cement structure. St. John is still motionless down on the chairs, about twenty feet below Julian and about six feet in front. Julian stands there, then looks up to the rafters and says a silent prayer. Without any other hesitation, he jumps off and hits a double Shooting Star Press onto the body of Joseph St. John!!!!!!!
David Wright: OH MY GAAAAWWWWD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Reggie Stallworth: THIS PLACE JUST EXPLODED, BUT BOTH THESE GUYS COULD BE DEAD!!!!
The fans are going absolutely wild and cheering “HOLY SHIT” as loud as they can.
David Wright: OH MY GOD!!! Hannah St. John at ringside is going crazy wanting to know if her husband is ok, JULIAN DARK just hit the most SUICIDAL MOVE OF THE NIGHT!!!
Reggie Stallworth: ...you know, I could be wrong! Maybe he IS going win this after all...
David Wright: It took him doing THAT to convince you he’s got a chance?!?!?
Reggie Stallworth: Well, yeah!
Julian crawls over and drapes his arm across of Joseph’s chest.
One…
Two…
Thre… Joseph shoots his arm off the mat just in the nick of time much to the surprise of the fans in the arena.
David Wright: I THOUGHT THIS ONE WAS OVER!
Reggie Stallworth: What a loser, he couldn’t even finish him after that.
Julian stands up in absolute disbelief and backs off, but turns abruptly flipping in the air and coming crashing down onto Joseph St. John’s chest.
David Wright: DARKNESS SETS IN!
ONE…
David Wright: This one has to be over!
TWO…
Reggie Stallworth: IT CAN’T BE!
THREE…
David Wright: AND THE SERIES IS TIED AT ONE MATCH A PIECE. IT TOOK NOT ONE SPECTACULAR MOVE BUT A SECOND FOR JULIAN DARK TO FINISH JOSEPH ST. JOHN!
Hannah St. John rushes to her husbands aid as medical works rush to the scene trying to help both men.
We fade to the back again where we see Joshua Payne warming up, running on the spot and stretching his arms and neck. He looks completely focused on the goal as the camera pans toward his eyes and there is no doubt within them. There’s a loud bang behind him and he quickly spins around, expecting perhaps a cheap attack by somebody and instead finds Pete Ebdon, steel chair in hand, grinning at him.
Pete Ebdon: I get your attention? Joshua Payne: Hard not to when you’re smacking steel chairs against shit.
Pete Ebdon: I’m not talking about just now, I’m talking about tonight. I’m talking about beating down Kindred London; I’m talking about making his lame little ass tap out!
Joshua Payne: Kindred who?
Ebdon laughs before slapping Payne across the face.
Pete Ebdon: YOU THINK I’M KIDDING AROUND?
Joshua Payne: Do that again I dare you!
Pete Ebdon: You really want to start a brawl with me back here, one you’ll lose, before going out there to take on that stupid mute little bitch Mike Ryba?
Joshua Payne: Any time, any place. I don’t fear you Ebdon, I beat your little buddy Knight once and I can beat you.
Ebdon nearly bursts out laughing right in Payne’s face.
Pete Ebdon: Please, compared to me Lucas Knight is nothing more than child who’s mastered mashing the buttons on a controller to win at Tekken and thinks it makes him “hardcore”.
Ebdon gets right in Payne’s face.
Pete Ebdon: Compared me to your nothing more than a curtain-jerker. You can’t even take Mike fucking Ryba; you really think you can take me?
Payne slaps Ebdon this time knocking him back a step.
Joshua Payne: When I’m done with Ryba you and I have got business to take care of.
Pete Ebdon: Why wait until you’re done?
The two men stand face to face again as security finally rush in to pull them apart.
Pete Ebdon: On second thoughts maybe you’re right kid, maybe I won’t stick my nose in your business TONIGHT! But when that bell rings...
Joshua Payne: When the bell rings and I raise the Platinum Title above my head all bets are off!
Payne pushes the security guards off of him and begins to walk off down the hallway leaving Ebdon grinning like the Cheshire cat.
Enter the Asylum Match: Platinum Championship
Mike Ryba © vs. Joshua Payne
David Wright: Ladies and gentlemen two weeks ago on Disclosure we witnessed the return of Joshua Payne and with that came a hellacious attack on our Platinum Champion Mike Ryba.
Reggie Stallworth: That attack not only set the tone for the weeks to come, but has booked our main event for tonight.
David Wright: It was one week later that Joshua Payne attempted to justify his actions on Disclosure with a tasteless promo to begin the show.
Reggie Stallworth: You know usually DW I’m out here rooting for someone like Joshua Payne to come out here and de-thrown Mike Ryba as the Platinum Champion, but in all honesty I hope Ryba kicks Josh’s teeth so far down his throat that he ends up back in that asylum where he belongs.
David Wright: You’ve got that right Reggie, but in all honesty not only does Joshua Payne get a Platinum Championship match, but for some demented reason he’s gotten to pick the stipulation.
Reggie Stallworth: Enter the Asylum one.
David Wright: The first in Platinum Dynasty Wrestling history, the rules are simple beat your opponent into absolute submission and then strap him into a straightjacket. Sounds simple, doesn’t it?
Reggie Stallworth: Definitely, as long as you complete disregard your opponents urge to become the Platinum Champion. This match is going to be a down right bloody war.
David Wright: Let’s go to the ring and get this battle for the Platinum Championship underway.
It irks me when I get burned
And I realize, I don't get hurt
And always, it seems I've lost my way
When I feel you, it's not enough
And I need you to shun my touch
I notice the season's ripe for change
The riveting and unmistakable sound of 'Eye of the Devil' by Seether cues up on the arenas sound system as the lights begin to fade. As the dim lighting remains three spotlights slam down over the entrance ramp almost in unison.
I'm weak
I'm weak
One after the other the spotlights illuminate the entranceway as a figure appears to vanish through the lights right as they begin to shine. Finally a spot light snaps down on the center of the ring illuminating a large dark figure covered in a large red cloak down on his knees reaching to the heavens.
So with every new lesson learned
I could keep you before it turns
And the knowledge that things won't be the same
Now I realize that you have won
And there's nothing to be said or done
And I notice the wind won't blow my way
So run with the eyes of the devil
And keep them in your dreams
If you succumb to the lies of the rebel
You'll cleanse yourself of me
Samantha Jinx: Now making his weigh to the ring, he is the challenger and he hails from Toronto, Ontario Canada. He weighs in at two-hundred and ninety-five pounds and stands at an ominous six feet and six inches tall. He is “Your Messiah” Joshua Payne!
David Wright: Payne looks absolutely insane and just looking at him standing there in his street clothes only tells me that he has no good intentions at all.
Reggie Stallworth: This is one of the only men here in PDW that no what it’s like to be locked into a straightjacket and I am SURE he doesn’t want it to happen again.
David Wright: And that comment alone should show everyone watching here tonight and at home just how insane this man truly is.
The slow beginning of 'The Howling' begins to play as the lights dim and blue lights begin to turn on. As soon as the rip begins to play, Ryba and his manager emerge from out back to their reaction. Johanna stands in front of Ryba as Ryba plays to the crowd. Once done, they begin their way to the crowd as Ryba makes his way in front of her and slides into the ring, as she steps up the steps and into the ring. Ryba stands in the middle of the ropes, looking to the crowd as she comes and grabs him as they strike a pose as blue and white pyro shoots off from the four corners of the ring.
Sammantha Jinx: Now standing to my left he weighs in at two hundred and eighty-six pounds and also stands at six feet and six inches tall. He hails from the Jersey Shore and is the current reigning and defending Platinum Dynasty Wrestling Platinum Champion MIKE RYBA!
David Wright: The fans here tonight just absolutely blew the roof off of this place and I don’t think it’s particularly because they like Ryba as much as they detest Joshua Payne.
Reggie Stallworth: And let’s be honest Payne isn’t the easiest guy in the world to fall in love with.
Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls this match is for the P!!! D!!! W!!! PLATINUM CHAMPIONSHIP!!! This is the first ever Enter the Asylum Match and the only way to win is to strap your opponent into a straightjacket there will be no count outs and no disqualifications.
Samantha quickly exits the ring and the crowd explodes as the referee walks both men to the center of the ring and points to both men that the only straightjacket rests about ten feet up the entrance ramp. Ryba and Payne march to the center of the ring and Ryba immediately begrudgingly slaps Payne across the face with a stiff open hand. Ryba again lunges forward this time driving a closed right hand into the jaw of Joshua Payne. The blow sends Payne staggering back into the turnbuckles and Ryba fires forward doubling Payne to the mat with a knee to the midsection.
David Wright: Mike Ryba just shot off like a firecracker he’s on fire.
Reggie Stallworth: He’s running on pure emotion here DW, he was completely disrespected by the challenger and he’s seeing red.
Ryba grabs hold of Payne’s shoulders and he snaps him down over his knee sending Payne sprawling backwards into the turnbuckles once again. Ryba begins to snap right and left hands down against Payne’s chin as the crowd erupts into an absolute frenzy. Ryba backs off slowly measuring up his opponent before flying forward and almost decapitating Joshua Payne with a sickening boot to the jaw.
David Wright: Sudden Impact! This match might last much longer!
Reggie Stallworth: All Ryba has to do is get that straightjacket and put it on Joshua Payne and its over!
Payne falls to the mat and Ryba wastes no time turning towards the entrance ramp and the straightjacket. Ryba doesn’t even hesitate as he drops down to the mat rolls under the bottom rope and walks briskly to the straightjacket picking it up and marching towards the ring. Ryba tosses the straightjacket over the top rope and into the ring before sliding under the bottom rope behind. Ryba grabs the jacket again and marches towards Payne. Payne reacts quickly as if he was only playing possum and hooks his leg behind Ryba’s and sweeps him face first into the second turnbuckle.
David Wright: Some quick thinking on the part of Joshua Payne.
Reggie Stallworth: You have to give him credit as much as you don’t want too.
Joshua jumps to his feet and he immediately drops a hard forearm into Ryba’s lower back three or four times. Ryba’s knees fall to the mat and Payne immediately smelling blood charges forward driving a knee of his own into Ryba’s back pinning him against the turnbuckle. Payne turns from Ryba and glances at the straightjacket but pays absolutely no mind to it as he steps through the second turnbuckle and to the floor. Payne drops to one knee pulls up the ring apron and immediately unleashes what a plethora of goodies. The weapons vary from a garbage can, stop sign and range all the way to the conventional steel chair.
David Wright: Joshua Payne definitely doesn’t have good intentions, I can guarantee that.
Reggie Stallworth: Everyone knows Payne is completely prepared to destroy Ryba if that’s what it comes too.
David Wright: If that’s what it comes to? He’d do it willingly!
Payne tosses the weapons over the top rope and into the ring, but again reaches under the ring this time removing a wooden table and sliding it under the ropes and into the ring. Ryba begins to stir as Payne hoists picks up a kendo stick. Payne seemingly stalks Ryba as he rises to one knee and Payne flies forward driving the stick hard across the back of Ryba’s head shattering the stick instantly sending splinters flying in all directions. Joshua again turns his attention from Ryba who lies against the bottom rope and he picks up the table prying it against the turnbuckle.
David Wright: This match isn’t even five minutes old and we have tables and kendo sticks. OH MY!
Payne picks up the lid to a garbage can and he approaches Ryba who like Payne uses the element of surprise to sweep Payne to the mat. Payne’s head crashes into the garbage can lid and it seems to daze him. Ryba lifts himself to both knees and reaches out grabbing Payne by the hair and he slams him down face first into lid. Once. Twice. Three times. Payne’s eyes grow slightly dazed as Ryba lifts himself to his feet and grabs hold of the straightjacket. Ryba walks overtop of Payne and lowers the straightjacket below his throat and begins to rear back choking the life out of his opponent.
Reggie Stallworth: Mike Ryba is willing to absolutely whatever it takes to win this match and I don’t blame him.
David Wright: Well sometimes Reggie when your opponent is willing to tear your head off your shoulders you have to be willing to do the exact same thing.
Payne’s face grows red and saliva begins to flow from his mouth as Ryba finally drops the jacket and starts to drive right and left hands into the back of Payne’s skull. Ryba grabs hold of Payne, rolls him onto his back and positions him against the ring ropes. Ryba grabs the jacket opens it up and begins to slide it over Payne’s head, but is interrupted by a stiff kick to the knee. Ryba drops to the mat immediately nursing his right knee almost as if it locked up with the blow. Payne pulls the jacket from around his neck and throws it to the mat and rises to one knee only to be met by Ryba on one knee as well. Both men start to exchange left and rights as they climb from one knee to a complete standing position.
David Wright: You can see the absolute distain in each man’s eyes for the other.
Reggie Stallworth: You’re right DW they absolutely hate each other, because the other one stands between them and the Platinum Championship.
David Wright: Reggie I’m pretty sure it’s more than that.
Ryba grabs hold of Payne’s right arm and he whips him across the ring off the turnbuckle and the two collide chests with neither man moving an inch. The two men again bounce off the turnbuckles and again they collide chests with no movement. Ryba bounces off the far ropes and Payne off the near, but at the last second Payne lowers his shoulder hoists Ryba into the air and drives him down hard through the waiting table with a blood curdling elevated spear.
David Wright: HIT AND RUN! HIT AND RUN!
Reggie Stallworth: If Joshua Payne wants the win it’s his for the taking right now.
Payne pulls his body from the broken wood and lifts himself to his feet dragging Ryba behind him. Payne grasps hold of Ryba’s neck and he snaps him over with a snap suplex. Ryba’s back comes crashing down atop of the garbage can and it immediately arches up in pain. Joshua Payne reaches out and grabs a steel chair and sets it up feet away from Mike Ryba before pulling him to his feet. Payne grabs Mike’s arm and he whips him towards the far ropes, but Ryba still with a solid presence of mind grabs hold of the top rope and holds himself against the ropes. Payne annoyed charges forward towards Ryba, but has his anger interrupted by a stiff kick to the stomach. Ryba grabs Payne by the hair, charges forward, leaps in the air and drives Payne face first into the steel chair with a disgusting bulldog.
David Wright: Joshua Payne is busted wide-open and there is blood gushing absolutely everywhere in that ring.
Reggie Stallworth: It’s an absolutely sickening sight; there is a gaping gash right across Payne’s forehead.
Blood pours from the gash in Payne’s forehead as he tries to lift himself to all fours and a steady stream of blood rains to the mat. Again Ryba grabs hold of the straightjacket and begins to pull it over Payne’s head again. Ryba manages to lock one of Payne’s arms into the jacket, but struggles with the other as Payne begins to flail wildly. Payne manages to free his left arm and again he forces Ryba to re-evaluate his strategy before turning and grabbing hold of the broken steel chair. Ryba lifts the chair up as Payne lifts the jacket over his head and immediately as he removes the jacket he is cracked across the face with a disgusting chair shot.
David Wright: The chair shot may have driven Payne’s forehead into his face.
Reggie Stallworth: And that steady stream of blood from Payne’s forehead is still flowing like a rushing river.
In Ryba’s attempt to subdue Joshua Payne he is halted by the fact that Payne managed to adjust his weight and fall atop of the straightjacket. Ryba tries to pull Payne to his feet, but finds the weight to be slightly troublesome, but finally manages to get Payne to a standing position. Ryba looks into Payne’s eyes and he begins to scream something inaudible to the camera. Payne reacting on sheer instinct though wraps his arm around Ryba’s body and throws him clean over his shoulder with a belly-to-belly suplex.
David Wright: And the momentum just swung with Mike Ryba taking more time than he needed too.
Reggie Stallworth: That was the first mistake on the champions part and it may come back to haunt him.
"Halo (Ebdon Entertainment Remix) by Soil" hits before...
...E B D O N E N T E R T A I N M E N T P R E S E N T S...
...T H E M E S S I A H O F P R O F E S S I O N A L W R E S T L I N G...
...T H E L O R D O F T H E R I N G...
...P E T E E B D O N...
Reggie Stallworth: What the hell is he doing out here? He promised Joshua Payne that he’d keep his nose out of his business.
David Wright: As much as I dislike Joshua Payne I’d have to agree Pete Ebdon has absolutely no business being out here right now.
Ebdon marches down the entranceway and in his right hand he holds a steel folding chair. Payne looks out towards the ramp with his eyes wide and he locks eyes with Ebdon who immediately points at the challenger with a smile on his face, a smile that leaves Payne completely shocked. Ebdon takes the chair and once reaching the bottom of the ramp sets it up and immediately takes a seat.
Reggie Stallworth: Maybe he’s keeping his promise about not interfering DURING the match.
David Wright: Maybe he just didn’t want a long ways to go once the match was over.
Payne lifts himself to his knees and a crimson coating of blood covers his entire face as he grimaces in pain and turns his attention from Ebdon to Ryba. Payne marches towards Ryba who is now on all four and he kicks him square in the forehead. Payne drops to his knees, rolls Ryba onto his back and he starts laying into him with elbows to the forehead that immediately bust Ryba open. Payne’s eyes again lock with Ebdon’s as he continues to completely destroy the face of Mike Ryba.
David Wright: Jesus! He’s trying to destroy Mike Ryba just to make an example out of him to Pete Ebdon.
Payne climbs to his feet and he pulls Ryba behind him, Ryba interrupts Payne with a low blow that doubles over his opponent. Ryba grabs Payne’s arms, hooks them and throws his opponent up in the air and crashes him down neck first to the mat.
David Wright: FUCK THAT NOISE!
Reggie Stallworth: If Mike Ryba had anything left this match would be over but he’s bleeding profusely and I’m sure he doesn’t have much left.
David Wright: Both these men are running on fumes right now!
Mike Ryba completely oblivious to everything around him crawls across the ring and lays his arm over Payne’s chest. Ryba looks at the referee in complete disbelief before realizing what was going on.
David Wright: Mike Ryba can’t even remember how to defeat his opponent.
Reggie Stallworth: Both these men have been through an absolute war and can barely figure out where they are.
Ryba tries to lift himself to both knees, but he collapses to the mat. Both men lay motionless s the referee bends over and takes a look at both men. Payne is the first man to rise to one knee and he slowly rolls under the bottom rope to the outside. Payne reaches under the ring apron and pulls out a large black bag that he tosses under the bottom rope and into the ring. Payne slides in slowly, picks up the bag and immediately dumps it right on top of the fallen Mike Ryba.
David Wright: THOSE ARE TACKS! JOSHUA PAYNE JUST POURED A BAG OF TACKS ALL OVER OUR PLATINUM CHAMPION!
Reggie Stallworth: If anyone is squeamish now is probably a good time to turn away.
A steel chair rests in the corner of the ring and Payne no wastes no time picking it up and immediately using it to spike the tacks into Ryba’s body. One. Two. Three.
David Wright: Joshua Payne is using that chair as a hammer to drive those tacks into the body of Mike Ryba.
Reggie Stallworth: Ryba is going to be pulling those tacks out of his body for weeks to come and Joshua Payne looks like he has absolutely no remorse.
David Wright: It looks that way because that’s the truth.
Payne pulls Ryba to his feet, shaking the tacks from as he lifts him up. Payne shoves Ryba through the second rope and onto the ring apron and he immediately follows. Ryba uses the ring ropes to pull himself to his feet, but just as quickly he’s cut off by a kick to the thigh. Ryba doubles over and Payne pulls him up atop of his shoulders. Payne runs forward tightrope walking the ring apron and he fires Ryba clean across the arena floor and into the first row of the crowd.
Reggie Stallworth: Running Powerbomb from the apron! Payne just tossed Ryba into the front row! Hopefully we can get someone to check on those fans in the front row.
David Wright: Payne has absolutely no urge to win this match he just wants to hurt Ryba.
Payne drops from the ring apron and reaches into the crowd pulling Ryba by the hair back into the ringside area. Payne grabs Ryba by the back of the neck and he throws him shoulder fist into the ring steps before tossing him back into the ring. Payne follows speedily and he picks Ryba up and again onto his shoulders. This time though Payne stops and right before hooking Ryba’s legs he extends his arm and points right at Pete Ebdon.
David Wright: For God sakes Payne is taunting Ebdon. I can’t wait until Ebdon gets his hands on Payne and teaches him a lesson.
Payne hooks his arms around Ryba’s leg and tries to spin him around, but in the process Ryba manages to shift his weight. Ryba comes crashing down with his back against the mat and his knees in the arm, while Payne comes crashing down rib first across Ryba’s knees. Payne bounces off Ryba’s knees, stumbles backwards and slams down back first atop all of the tacks. Payne lets out a scream and tries to roll out of the tacks, but only manages to roll into more.
Reggie Stallworth: Finally Payne is getting what he deserves!
Ryba climbs to his feet and as if with a second wind charges forward driving Payne in the forehead with a stiff boot. Payne falls back again landing in the tacks and Ryba pounces firing right hands into Payne’s already gaping forehead. Ryba lifts Payne to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle and follows in with a stiff elbow.. Ryba then locks his left hand under Payne’s left leg and rears back throwing Payne clear across the ring with a vicious T-Bone suplex.
David Wright: Ryba is finally taking back control of this match, the way our Platinum Champion should have been doing all along.
Reggie Stallworth: Payne is finally getting what he deserves after that vicious attack he laid on Ryba two week ago.
Ryba follows up lunging on Payne’s back and he immediately hooks his arms under Payne’s chin, while locking both feet around Payne’s legs. Ryba starts to pull back locking the choke in deeper and deeper as Payne begins to froth at the mouth as Ryba screams out at his opponent.
David Wright: Ryba’s trying to choke the life out of his opponent, but that won’t do him any good he has to get the straightjacket on Payne to win the match.
Reggie Stallworth: But if Payne isn’t coherent he can’t fight back.
Ryba releases the choke and immediately scrambles to find the straightjacket that has somehow managed to find its way to the outside throughout the melee. Pete Ebdon jumps from his chair and points to Ryba that the straightjacket is laying on the mat in front of him. Ryba steps through the second rope, drops to the mat and hoists up the straightjacket rolling back into the ring instantly. Ryba moves towards Joshua Payne who still remains motionless and Ryba slowly leans over towards Payne. Payne turns quickly reaching into his pants pocket and fires a white powder into Ryba’s eyes. The substance sends a mist into the air and it sends Ryba stumbling across the mat swinging wildly at thin air.
David Wright: What the hell was that?! Payne just blinded Mike Ryba!
Reggie Stallworth: He’s willing to win by any means necessary.
Blood still pours from both men’s open wounds and the red is virtually entirely coated red and now neither man seems to even be coherent. Mike Ryba sits in the corner trying to somehow clean his eyes, while Joshua Payne rests in the center of the ring his body continuing to be pierced by the hundreds of tacks that line the mat. Payne is the first of the two to lift himself to his feet and he marches to the corner and pulls Ryba to his feet. Payne hauls back and slams Ryba across the chest with an open hand slap that sounds echoes through the crowd. Payne turns Ryba around, wraps his arms around his waist and throws him over his back with a snap German suplex. Payne shifts his weight and slides up hooking his left arm under Ryba’s throat and locking his right hand against his elbow. Payne rears back and begins to pull back as tight as he can.
David Wright: That vein in Payne’s forehead is bulging he’s going to kill Ryba. For god sakes he hasn’t even tried to put the straightjacket on Ryba.
Reggie Stallworth: He’s trying to make a point here tonight that’s all he cares about. He’s choking the life out of Mike Ryba.
Payne finally releases the hold and rolls out of the ring to the floor and for the third time he reaches under the ring apron. Payne finally pulls out another wooden table and he pushes it to the side. Payne turns his attention to the padding mats outside the ring and he pulls the mat up exposing the concrete floor. Payne grabs the table and sets it up atop of the exposed floor.
David Wright: Someone stop him, he has that sinister look on his face again.
Staring through the blood Payne looks at Ebdon and signals the end of the match by crossing his throat with his finger. Payne climbs up the ring steps and into the ring approaching Ryba slowly. Payne leans down and fires a right hand into the bridge of Ryba’s nose that sends blood gushing. Payne drags Ryba’s lifeless body across the mat and again he pushes him through the ropes to the apron. Payne again follows and once again locks Ryba’s head between his legs. Payne reaches down deep using possibly the last ounce of strength in his body and he pulls Ryba’s body vertical with his own. Payne leaps off the apron up into the air and he comes crashing down through the table to the hard arena floor.
David Wright: OH MY GOD! PAYNE JUST PILEDROVE MIKE RYBA THROUGH THAT TABLE.
Reggie Stallworth: WE NEED SOME MEDICAL ATTENTION OUT HERE! PAYNE MAY HAVE JUST BROKEN RYBA’S NECK!
From the tattered ruins that is the table final steps Joshua Payne. Payne reaches under the ropes and into the ring grabbing the straightjacket. Payne pulls Ryba’s motionless body from the splinters of wood and he pulls the straightjacket over his head, over his shoulders, over his arms and Payne finally locks the shackles. DING…DING…DING…
Sammantha Jinx: HERE IS YOUR WINNER AND NEW PLATINUM DYNASTY WRESTLING PLATINUM CHAMPION… " YOUR MESSIAH" JOSHUA PAYNE!
Payne picks Ryba up to his feet and rolls him under the bottom rope and back into the ring. Payne jumps in and follows pulling Ryba up quickly and onto his shoulders just as fast. Payne spins him around and snaps him down hard.
David Wright: PAYNE KILLER! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD THIS MATCH IS ALREADY OVER! CAN WE PLEASE GET SECURITY OUT HERE?!
Reggie Stallworth: GET HIM EBDON!
Having seen enough Pete Ebdon dives under the bottom rope and into the ring. Ebdon approaches Payne and pushes him back away from the body of Ryba. Ebdon drops to his knee and begins to unshackle the straightjacket as Payne looks on with a disgusted look on his face. Ebdon finally manages to free Ryba and as Ryba starts to come around he begins to look around completely bewildered by what’s going on around him.
David Wright: Thank your lucky stars for Pete Ebdon, otherwise this may have gotten out of hand.
Reggie Stallworth: Mike Ryba doesn’t even know where he is, he’s completely concussed, let’s get some medical staff out here he needs serious help.
Ebdon looks at Ryba and says something quietly and the expression on Ryba’s face completely changes. Ebdon turns towards the camera and smiles before leaping up into the air locking Ryba’s face in a front face lock and he slams him down hard to the mat with a vicious Ego Cutter.
Reggie Stallworth: WHAT THE HELL?!
Payne dives back under the bottom rope and both he and Ebdon begin to drive boots into Ryba’s neck and back. Payne pulls Ryba to his feet, kicks Ryba in the stomach, puts his head between his legs and lifts him up onto his shoulders in a powerbomb position. Ebdon climbs the turnbuckles and looks towards Ryba before leaping forward flipping in midair and grabbing hold of Ryba’s neck. Payne pulls forward at the same time and slams Ryba down with a stiff powerbomb, while Ebdon delivers a flipping neck breaker.
David Wright: I don’t get it!
Reggie Stallworth: Neither do I DW!
Ebdon rolls out of the ring and moves towards the chair he set up early and grabs a bag he had set underneath when he’d made his way to the ring. Ebdon pulls open the bag, while sliding under the bottom rope and tosses a black ball to Payne. Payne unravels the item, while Ebdon does likewise and it reveals a t-shirt reading in big bolded letters “The Pantheon”!
David Wright: THE PANTHEON?! THESE TWO PULLED THE WOOL OVER OUR EYES ALL NIGHT?!
Reggie Stallworth: Are you telling me that everything was a shame?
TC Payne makes her way into the ring and hands Joshua Payne the Platinum Championship as he hoists it above his head to an absolute chorus of boos. The ring begins to fill with empty beer mugs, popcorn containers and anything that isn’t nailed down. Payne and Ebdon both ascend an opposite turnbuckle throwing their hands in the air. Payne holds the Platinum Championship up in the air before bring it to his lips and kissing the title. Payne turns the title around to the fans once again revealing it being coated in blood. The sound of ‘Eye of the Devil” by Seether cues up on the arena sound system as the arena again fills with echoes of boos.
David Wright: I can’t believe this, these two and their smoke screen. We all fell for it here tonight, but we’ll have to wait and see where this leads one week from today on Disclosure.
Reggie Stallworth: Thank you for tuning in everyone, this was Platinum Dynasty Wrestling Dishonorable Discharge and let’s be honest Ebdon and Payne brought the definition to dishonorable to tonight’s pay-per-view.