The Wachovia Center: Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
February 3, 2008
The camera goes to the parking lot area. PDW fans can be seen holding signs above their heads screaming their lungs out as a 2007 Escalade model starts to emerge into the scene. It stops midway and you can hear the roars coming out from the crowd when Star emerges from the Car. Star chants overtake the place and she takes off her glasses and looks to her right side. Stepping out from the Escalade next is Farah Jamison, she flicks her hair to the back and places her Coach bag over her shoulder in annoyance. Just like Star, she gets the same reaction. Both women look to each other and begin to walk toward the arena.
The many fans vying for their attention doesn't break their strides as security clears their path to the entrance of the Wachovia Center. Both women walk quietly with calm but stern looks on their faces, appearing to be deep in thought about something. Could it be the Pay Per View?
Star: This is the last night, Farah. The last night I will put up with BS. I'm telling you.
Farah: You telling me...I am tired of all this crap as well.
Star bursts through the double doors, allowing she and Farah to walk inside. No sooner than they enter does an overeager Dayshia Raye scramble onto the scene.
Dayshia: Miss Star! I've been waiting for you! I wanted to talk to you about...
Star: Move, bitch.
Star holds up her hand to halt Dayshia as she continues to walk right past her.
Star: Get out the way.
Farah: Are you deaf? Or are your ears filled with semen that you can't hear your boss tell you to move...out...of the...damn...way!
Dayshia looks confused...as well as afraid. She damn near crashes into a trash can and breaks her ass while trying to do what she's told. Star and Farah ignore her as they continue walking on. Suddenly, Star shoots Farah a look and Farah looks back at her the same way. A moment later both women stop dead in their tracks and face one another.
Star: Why can't fools just take a hint, huh? I want this show to be perfect and if that BOY tries to do something I will rip off his nuts and hang them from my rearview mirror.
Farah wanted to let out a laugh, but she held that one in. Her friend was not in a joking mood. She was clearly pissed and there was only one person whom she directed all that anger towards.
Farah: Yeah, fucking men...what the fuck are they good for? Oh yeah I forgot...having sex, and they barely do that right.
Star: Well, yeah. That and making me money if they're under contract with PDW. But STILL! I'll fix this, trust me. I know what the problem is and he just needs to fucking get over it. I'd rather swallow thumb tacks than go back to Jake Matthews.
Farah: I hear that! That fucking Julian thinks he mad slick with me. Calling me up and talking all this shit the other day...clearly trying to get back with me. But I would rather fucking eat a whole bucket full of semen released from that whore Dayshia than get back with him!
Star: What the....ewww. I'd rather...get a bikini wax with hot tar than go back to Jake's goofy ass.
Farah: Well, I would rather go to Britney's Spears barber than get back with Julian!
Star: Well I'd rather have Britney Spears for a mother than hook back up with Jake!
Farah: Damn..See now that's serious, I would rather have George Bush for permanent president than take back Julian.
Star: Oh God. Well, I'd rather get pregnant by Heath Sommersby than be with Jake!
She pauses.
Star: Errr…never mind. My bad. I would rather be in 2girls1cup part two than be with my idiot ex again.
Farah: ...And I'll be the other girl! Because I'd rather eat shit than get back with Julian.
Star: Farah, you are disgusting. Well, I'd rather be Jake's ex wife than be with him. The bitch is dead so she doesn't have to be bothered with him anymore. And oh...
She turns to the camera briefly.
Star: He killed her.
Farah: So I guess the miracle he talks about is the one where he didn't get arrested for it? Men, fucking lucky bastards...But I would rather go on a date with Erik Harris than...
She looks at Star and then shakes her head.
Farah: …Okay that was drawing the line. I wouldn’t do that, but I would so eat a rat before I let Julian approach my gigi again!
Star: Icky. I would rather be Jake's daughter Maria than be his woman. Then his parents would take me away and I would never have to see his punk ass again.
Farah: Oh yeah...well, I would rather join a convent and marry God and never let another man touch me if that means that I will never see Julian again!
Star pauses a minute, blinking.
Star: Alright, game over. Anytime Farah Jamison is going religious you know it's serious business!
Farah: Well, I was planning to take you with me! I know a good convent just across the street...Sianni will be taken care of as well. Come on…let's marry the lord!
Star shrieks.
Star: Never! I’ve already slept with Satan!
She then takes off at full speed down the hallway.
Farah: Star...I can't run in these heels!
|| Video Feed ||
|+| The Platinum Dynasty Wrestling logo fades in and out across the screen. As the screen is still black, the voice of Star can be heard as the soft piano plays "A Day Without Rain" by Enya can be heard. |+|
|| Star ||
Reckless Endangerment...
The first pay per view since the Platinum Dynasty rose once again from ashes..The first pay per view where PDW will once again excell in the greatest company there is...so..
|+| The camera pans over and you see Star's face as she smirks and winks at the camera. A flash of light appears as slow motion action shots of PDW can be shown. Kindred London is the first to be shown as he is walking down to the ring. |+|
|| Kindred London ||
Tonight...
|+| Followed by Toni Terror, warming up in the back hallways. |+|
|| Toni Terror ||
Tonight...
|+| AJ Tyler is shown strecthing in the locker room.|+|
|| AJ Tyler ||
Tonight...
|+| Kibby D is shown tackling Zayda down to the mat |+|
|| Kibby D ||
Is the night where dreams come true.
|+| Jay Cash is seen lacing up his boots. |+|
|| Jay Cash ||
Tonight is the night where no one holds back....not even for people close to you.
|+| Timmy D shown pummeling Joshua Payne |+|
|| Timmy D ||
Tonight is the night I finally show him I mean business...
|+| Star is shown looking up into the rafters from the stage, nodding her head |+|
|| Star ||
Tonight is the night where PDW shines bright...
|+| Zayda is shown running stairs in the Dynasty Spectrum |+|
|| Zayda ||
and shows the world what exactly we have to brought BACK to the table.
|+| Ice is seen in the ring cutting his promo |+|
|| Ice ||
Sacrifices will be made...
|+| Josh Payne is shown hitting Champion with an Emerald Fusion |+|
|| Joshua Payne ||
Wresters will become superstars..
|+| Mike Ryba is shown, performing his "Fuck That Noise" |+|
|| Mike Ryba ||
Superstars will become legends.
|+| Matt Rad is shown looking down, then looking up at the sky |+|
|| Matt Rad ||
Careers will either jump to the next level...
|+| As Rayne Phoenix is making his entrance at Disclosure |+|
|| Rayne Phoenix ||
or plummit down to the bottomless pits of yesterday.
|+| "A Day Without Rain" slowly fades out as the scene goes from a slow black and white...to picked up action shots and "Back on My Grizzy" by Lil Wayne, the theme song for Reckless Endangerment. |+|
Star:
Tonight...is Reckless Endangerment. The night will legends will be made, spirits will be broken, champions crowned, and a new era of wrestling shall....begin.
Reggie Stallworth: Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls...the show you've all been waiting for!
David Wright: Yes! Finally! Titles will be on the line as well as pride at PDW's first Pay Per View in nearly a year! From the bottom to the top this show is set to be an explosive one and worh the money paid to Ticketmaster or Comcast!
Reggie Stallworth: Keep it right here, folks. We ain't disappointin' tonight!
The PDW speakers blaze "Feedback" By Janet Jackson with pink and white lights flashing throughout the sold out arena, as the screaming fans boo as loud as they can while Carliee makes her way from behind the curtain.
Sammantha Jinx: Philadelphia please welcome, Carliee!!
Reggie Stallworth: Woah mama, our beautiful Platinum Queen is coming to the ring!!
David Wright: You mean your queen?
Reggie Stallworth: David you know your in love, I see it in your eyes!
With her black silky hair blowing in wind, Carliee stands with poise dressed in a white satin dress that comes to her knees, and black heels . She puts on a gleaming smile for the fans as she struts down the center of the ramp ignoring their boo's. She then ducks under the ropes, and after giving her hair a slight flick she signals for the microphone to be brought to the ring.
Carliee: So, we meet again Philly..
Crowd: Booooooo!!
Carliee: I didn't come out here to argue with you worthless people tonight, Im here to address a matter that has been taking place since I have arrived.
David Wright: What's her problem now?
Reggie Stallworth: Shut up and listen David!
Carliee: Apparently, women and men in PDW haven't comprehended in their skulls that I am the Platinum Queen.
Reggie Stallworth: I have Carliee!!
David Wright: Oh brother
Carliee: You see, since I've been back I had to make two bitches bow down because they didn't understand that. But just recently I was attacked viciously by Toni Terror. I am the Queen, there is no reason that I should have to go through this type of treatment!
Crowd: Boooooo!!
Carliee: When I walk past you people you should be honored to have someone like me coming your way.. I demanded the PDW production team to make a tribute video in honor of my career so far. Its their way of apologizing for the PDW's roster attitude towards me.
The titantron displays video clips from Carliee's matches with Zayda, Kibby D, Star, Bliss, Melody, and clips of her ringside interfering in many matches. The video ends with Carliee's arm being raised after winning the Rising Star Championship.
The crowd continues to boo as the video clip ends, while Carliee can be seen in the ring in tears.
Carliee: That brought tears to my eyes y’all. But enough crying, it’s time that I make my mark here tonight as the Platinum Queen. Come on out Linda!!
The PDW theme music plays as a middle aged Hispanic woman walks down the ramp with a glistening crown laid on a red plush pillow. She makes her way inside the ring with Carliee holding the ropes open for her.
Carliee: This night is so special for me, its too bad that I have to share it with you people..
The crowd boo's as Carliee runs her fingers through her hair awaiting for the crown to be placed on her head.
Carliee: Wait...
Reggie Stallworth: What happened?
David Wright: She's looking this way..
Carliee: As Linda walked down ramp I saw a look of disappointment on your face Sammantha Jinx..
Sammantha looks behind her shoulders wondering what's going on.
Carliee: Get up! Get in this ring.
Startled by Carliee's words Sammantha rises up from her seat and makes her way inside ring.
Carliee: Now I noticed that look on your face, and earlier you didn't say Platinum Queen as you introduced me. Now you get paid to speak, and I know you received my name card, so why didn't you say it correctly?
Sammantha continues to stand in silence.
Carliee: Wrong answer Sammantha!
Carliee drops the microphone and delivers a slap to sammantha's face, knocking her to the mat. Carliee then motions for Sammantha to get up and place the crown on Carliees head. With hesitation, Sammantha grabs the crown off the pillow and gently places it on top of Carliee's head.
David Wright: I can't believe this..
Reggie Stallworth: Its people like Sammantha who make it hard for the Queen!!!
Carliee: Now take this microphone and give me the correct introduction Sammantha.
Carliee hands over the microphone as Sammantha holds her cheek where Carliee slapped her..
Sammantha Jinx: Philadelphia please welcome, The Platinum Queen, Carliee.
Carliee adjusts her crown on her head before posing for the PDW camera men, as the camera lights flashes across Carliee’s body, the crowds boo's rise even higher as the scene fades away.
As the camera pan backstage, three midgets, who are dressed up identically like Kindred London. London who's not at the arena, due to his match later tonight. The three midgets, walking tall … are seen with a roll of line wire. Invisible line that Hollywood stars usually use in movies when needed. The leader of the crew smiles brightly.
Mini-London #1: Tonight, we're gonna fix these bastards … We're going to do what we were paid and requested to do. Raise some fuckin' hell up in dis' bitch! Are ya'll with me?!
The other two yell in praise as they pump their fist high in the air.
Mini-London #1: Well, let us get this shizz' cracking. We got some work to do. Just because they're bigger than us doesn't mean we can't output equal or better results when kicking someone's ass ….
Handing out the roll of wire, the two get to work as the leader scopes everything out as they prepare it all.
Mini-London #1: Let's get going, ya'll ….
Saying that, as the two work fast with what their up to … the scene fades out.
Lights dim and begin to flicker as music begins. Smoke fills the stage as Matt Rad comes walking out in his black worn leather jacket and ring gear. Rad makes his way down the ramp and towards the ring, ignoring the crowd for the most part. He enters the ring and jumps to a corner and looks over the crowd as he removes his jacket. Rad hands his Jacket to the ref and paces about the ring, waiting for the match to beg.
Sammantha Jinx: Making his way to the ring standing six-foot-five and weighing in at 255 pounds… MATT RAAAADDDDD!!!
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
Sammantha Jinx: And the opponent standing at six-foot-four and weighing in at 225 pounds… INFERNO!!!
The arena goes black then flashes Tyler-P!nk, that spark up the live crowd, knowing who this person is from the start without a doubt in their mind. "Marylin Manson - This Is The New Shit" blast through the P.A system when the crowd got on there feet to boo for AJ Tyler as he steps through the curtains with his game face on. Looking at the crowd with a smirk before posing on the ramp to get them going and all fired up. Carefully taking step by step down the ramp way and slides right into the middle of the ring. AJ jumps up and runs to the far turnbuckle and climbs up. He uses his signature climb, where he uses no hands and just runs up the buckles using just his feet. And grabs the top turnbuckle for balance when he it completely on top. He then slowly stands tall and lifts his arms in a cocky motion. He lets the pictures be taken of him before turning and jumping off.
Sammantha Jinx: Making his way to the ring. Standing six feet tall and weighing in at 236 pounds… Ladies and Gentlemen – AJ TYLER!
The fans rise to their feet with cheers and whistles as the cameras now move to the view of the entrance ramp as "Love Addict" by Family Force 5 plays loudly over the PA system. Various model shoot captures are shown over the video screen of KibbyD as they then move on to show her and her dog Daisy also. Some in ring action captures of her wrestling.
KibbyD steps from behind the stage curtains wearing her ring attire for that night. She flips her long blonde hair with her left hand as she taunts her fans up on the top of the ramp. She giggles to her-self as she struts her way down the ramp. She passes a ton of fans that want their hands slapped. With her Diva like ways she acts as if they are not even there. She walks up the steel stairs as she stands on the apron first before jumping off the rops and performing a split and sliding under the bottom rope into the ring. As she is inside the ring she taunts the crowd by blowing kisses she then moves to the turnbuckle as climbs and taunts the crowd again. She then jumps off and awaits her opponent in the middle of the ring.
Sammantha Jinx: And the final opponent of the match. Making her way to the ring, standing at five-foot-seven and weighing in at 123 pounds… KibbyD!
David Wright: Finally – it’s time we got this show on the go with the first match of the night!
Reggie Stallworth: I ain’t in the mood for your foolish antics tonight, DW. I’m here to see some fightin’, and any match with a girl in it – isn’t fightin’!
David Wright: May I remind you that your owner is a woman?
Reggie Stallworth: …and may I remind you that she isn’t stupid enough to degrade herself by fighting a bunch of losers?
Silence vacates the building as the eruption of fans and enthusiasts everywhere cloud the arena with cheer and screams as the referee calls the bell and the four men stand around, gazing aimlessly at one another. It takes seconds for AJ Tyler and Matt Rad to connect as Inferno delivers a hellacious clothesline that sends both him and KibbyD over the top rope and down to the solid mats below.
DW: Well, all right! We’re finally getting some decent action going on here.
Reggie: Decent? That’s an overrated compliment if I ever heard one. We just witnessed a ho flying over a rope. What the hell is so decent about that?
DW: It was one hell of a clothesline, Reggie.
Reggie: It was hella stupid, DW.
Meanwhile, inside the ring, AJ begins gaining the upper hand against Rad as he starts to bend his opponent like a bow, contorting his spine until his legs give out and he’s pressed against the springboard surface. Strike after strike, AJ begins to deliver an array of blows to Matt’s face, before the guy pushes Tyler off with all his might, flying to his feet as he now connects with the flash-assault of punches until the attack sends AJ flying on his back, only to be hit by a set mud hole stompings.
DW: Look at that kid go!
Reggie: Go rookie, go! Look at him – losing a battle of braun in the middle of the ring. Give me originality, or give me death. Seeing as we’re ain’t getting the first, I’ll take the latter.
Outside of the ring, Inferno drives KibbyD’s body into the hard padded barricades as her screams carry out into the air. He laughs in response to her weakness and turns away to get back into the action when he’s hit dead on by Rad’s flying torso, crashing unexpectedly upon his form. Inferno jots his mind back into the picture as he pulls himself up to his knees. Rad begins connecting right-hand blows to his face, but the minimal effect begins to weaken as the aggression in Inferno’s eyes start take a turn for the worse.
DW: I think were about to see some fire in this match.
Reggie: Well, all right then. I’ve been waiting for at least something vicious to happen. I’m getting tired of watching these fairies prance around actin’ like they’re wrestlers, or something.
DW: They are wrestlers, Reggie.
Reggie: …or somethin’.
KibbyD, quick to reply after her painful collision against the outer walls, comes back into focus, delivering rough kicks to the back of Inferno’s body. However, Rad’s having none of that. He quickly grabs her by both the throat and gut and lifts her effortlessly into the air, only to be sent crashing to ground with a high-end drop kick from AJ out of the blue. KibbyD is immediately sent flying over the barricades and into the laps of seven war heroes as they begin imitating the smack down on her ass. In shock, she crawls and limps over the barricade, only to crash down on the rough pads filled with embarrassment.
Reggie: Look at that! Our war heroes are finally getting the respect they deserve! Get you some, fellas! That girl’s all ho!
DW: She is not.
Reggie: All I know is that they better use a condom. That tuna is sour and diseased!
DW: Oh, dear god!
AJ continues to take his shots at Rad’s face when Inferno grabs his throat and shoves him back. Still feeling aggressive from Rad’s high-flying maneuver, Inferno sends his back flying onto the steel ramp, as he grabs a lead pipe lying nearly unseen at the edge of the ramp. AJ stays smart and keeps away from the man with the weapon. As Rad finally pulls himself up, he immediately throws his hands up to signal for Inferno to calm down, but he’s quickly met with the sheer drive of metal against his cranium – blood flies everywhere as his near-limp form drops effortlessly to the ground.
DW: Damn! That was one killer blow to the face. Blood’s everywhere!
Reggie: Finally – the girl socks it to the princess. Gore is the best way to go in these matches. When you get the opportunity to use a weapon to your advantage, don’t be a bitch – use a weapon to your advantage!
Still aiming to prove herself, KibbyD runs and jumps on Inferno’s back, delivering punch after punch to the man’s head. He tries his hardest to gain a firm grip on him, but, like a mosquito, she latches on in the most difficult place to grip. Soon, he finally gets a hold of her hair, as she bites down on his throat in response to make him let go. Screams flood the place as he starts to punch her head as hard as possible to get her teeth out of his flesh.
Reggie: Bite him! Rob this match for you glory! Tell him he ain’t gonna hold a sistah down!
DW: Will you quit with that? You’re harassing the poor girl.
Reggie: It ain’t my problem she was stupid enough to accept this match. Get her on her back! That’s her weakness!
DW: You disgust me.
Reggie: …and you’re just plain ugly!
As the two continue to their cherade of brute enlightenment for the fans, AJ Tyler takes the advantage and races to the unconscious Matt Rad. He drops upon his body as the referee races to the stage and begins laying down the count.
1…
2…
Matt Rad’s arm flies high into the air, as the fans erupt in both cheer and disbelief.
DW: Whoa! I could have sworn we’d have a winner after that pin. I hadn’t seen the guy move since he got connected with pure steel.
Reggie: He must have been playing dead. Even I didn’t see that coming. Maybe this match won’t be so bad after all.
DW: I knew you’d come around.
Reggie: You’re still ugly.
DW: Whatever!
The bloody mess smears across AJ’s body as the fallen superstar barely manages to regain his swaying composure once more on his feet. AJ goes for a thunderous clothesline, but is declined as Rad ducks and nails a hard right to his face. He swiftly kicks him in the gut and falls down fast with a DDT on the steel ramp.
DW: …and a nice DDT to the metal stage! Awesome move!
Inferno, growing annoyed with KibbyD’s attack, finally grows tired and jumps high into the air, only to fall with brute force down on his back, crushing Kibby between both him and the hard pads. Her grip, of course, loosens and the big guy pulls away from inside her arms, dropping a brutal elbow on her body in an attempt to vent his aggression.
Reggie: That is one mad, sum-bitch.
DW: I’d say.
Softly, he steps back into the picture as he delivers a hard set of punches to Matt Rad’s already bleeding cranium. With blood everywhere, he immediately goes for a hard grapple, but is met with a scrap of the eyes as Inferno backs away. Matt Rad quickly takes advantage of the moment by grabbing Inferno’s body tightly in his grip, attempting to land a belly-to-belly suplex when out of nowhere AJ comes flying into the superstars, breaking up the move before it could be placed in existence. Matt quickly nails AJ in the stomach, and races back, slamming into KibbyD for support as her body goes flying into the ring post and he comes racing back, nailing the Rad Boot to AJ’s face. He falls to the stage for the pin.
1…
2…
Thr…
NO!!!!
As the referee’s hand comes crashing down for the third count, Matt is quickly met with a leg drop from KibbyD.
Reggie: …and the ho breaks the count! Just like them bitches, too. Always gotta keep a brothah down.
DW: Yeah – sure.
He falls quick to the ground as she begins pounding his body with everything she has. His body, already weakened from the attack earlier by the lead pipe, seems nearly powerless to fight her off as she pulls from within her pocket a set of brass knuckles. Matt slowly pulls himself to his feet as Inferno leans against the ring in wait for one of the stars to fall. As Rad turns around, he notices the sharp flash and ducks the knuckles, as Kibby quickly counters and sends them flying dead into his nut sack. Rad is nearly in tears when she finally connects the brass knuckles to his temple, knocking the poor guy out of his ball-bruising misery.
Reggie: Holy damn, she hit the nut sack and then the face! That fool is out solid! Good night, see you next week!
DW: The match isn’t done yet!
Finally, she turns around to face Inferno, as he simply mocks the diva with a laugh. She grunts, still angered from the way he manhandled her earlier on in the match. With full force she runs and attempts to nail him with the knuckles, only to be met in the face with a large boot. Finally seeing the advantage with all stars on the ground, Inferno lifts KibbyD aggressively up on his shoulders as she begins kicking and hitting him with everything she has. He nearly looses his grip when from no where he sends her flying in a vertical position into the air as with all his force he sends her head crashing in between his legs as he delivers a beautiful Efinn Rocked!!!!!!
DW: MY GOD! THAT WAS A BRUTAL LANDING FOR KIBBYD!
Reggie: Is she okay? Can we get someone out here to check on her? That landing was rough.
DW: Oh, wait – he’s going for the pin.
The referee falls to the mat for the count as she places his hand over her chest.
1…
2…
3!!!!!!!!!
Sammantha Jinx: Here is your winner, and the new Cyber Champion – INFERNO!
DW: And Inferno did it! He’s our new Cyber Champion!
Reggie: I still say we’d have a better event watching the playboy channel, but all-in-all, I actually enjoyed the match. We still need someone out here to check on that girl. I don’t see her moving.
The scene opens up to the backstage area where Kayla and Layla Moore are standing in front of the Reckless Endangerment backdrop. The two of them holding a microphone in their hand, smiling right into the camera.
Kayla: I'm Kayla
Layla: And I'm Layla
Kayla: And we are here with one of the Next Big Thing championship contendors, "The Reflection of Perfection" Cody Williams!!!
The camera zooms out to reveal Cody Williams standing there beside them, looking off into the distance. He is wearing mirror shade sunglasses, a silver bead choker necklace, purple, silver and black fur coat and matching tights. Standing next to him is his lady of choice Sasha who is wearing a matching purple Dolce and Gabana dress with with a white accessory belt and big silver hoop ear rings.
Kayla: Cody Williams, a lot has gone down with you the past few weeks since you made your comeback to professional wrestling. How do you think you are going to fare tonight with Zayda against Bliss Taylor and Jay Cash?
Layla: In simpler terms, do you think you have what it takes to win the Next Big Thing title tonight?
Cody rotates his shoulders forward and scratches at his chin. He extends his finger and pushes his sunglasses up onto the top of his head. He shifts his attention from out in the distance to the two ladies standing in front of him.
Cody Williams: Do I think I have what it takes?
Layla: Yes
Kayla: Excuse her, she's a little crazy.
Cody Williams: Do I think I have what it takes? Do I think I HAVE what it takes? If I didn't think so, then I wouldn't be here tonight now would I?
Kayla: No
Cody Williams: I came here tonight for one reason and one reason only and that is to walk away the Next Big Thing! But now there is only one problem. Three people stand in my way: Zayda, Bliss Taylor and Jay Cash.
Layla: But Zayda is on your team.
Cody Williams: Is that so?
Kayla: Tonight she is your partner and the two of you are facing Bliss and Cash.
Cody Williams: Oh sure, she's my partner. That is, until the title comes into play. It may start off where she is on my side and helping me fight the good fight. But once it turns around and its every man for themselves, well, then you know how it goes. Zayda, I don't need you and I don't like you. But you have to remember that if you don't carry your own weight, your chance at the Next Big Thing championship is out the window. So do your job and do it right!
He stares into the camera.
Cody Williams: Tonight, Jay Cash you are going to be receiving another loss on your record. Courtesy of the one and only, Cody Williams. You can talk up a big game but you can only talk so much. You need to quit writing checks your mouth cannot cash. Same thing goes for your little girlfriend Bliss Taylor, while the two of you are worrying about your relationship and whats the next step, you have forgotten one thing. That standing between you and the title is the NEXT BIG THING, and tonight you will find out first hand that the next big thing, is "The Reflection of Perfection
Sasha: Cody Williams!
Cody Williams: Muahahaha.
Cody and Sasha exit out of plain sight, hand in hand as the camera zooms in on the Reckless Endangerment advertisement logo slowly fading to black.
Sammantha Jinx: This match is set to determined the #1 contender for the Next Big Thing Championionship. Introducing first, from Toronto, Canada. Coming in a weight of 115 pounds...she is...MELODY!!
Reggie Stallworth: And here comes the girl who just got her ass kicked by Jake Matthews. The very same man she knocked the boss out for.
David Wright: I bet everyone’s still wondering what the deal was between Melody and Jake. I guess we’ll never know now.
"What I've Done" by Linkin Park blasts over the pa, as Melody steps out on the ramp dressed in her usual ring attire of jeans beltless and a tight tank top wrist bands on her arms. She struts down to the ring with a smug look on her face. She grabs the ropes and pulls herself up on the apron, and letting herself in under the second rope. She walks to one side of the ring raising her hand in the air, she gets cat calls from some of the males but mostly boos and jeers. She smirks and leans against the ropes.
Sammantha Jinx: And her opponent, currently residing in Los Angeles, California… RAYNE PHOINEX!!!
The lights go out and on the screen you see in the shadows light shining on a figure in a straight jacket rocking back and forth and the sound of fire and flames crackling in the background. Then in a scratchy southern voice you hear "Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire." Then the song Eyes of the Devil blares on the PA system and the outline of the screen sets on fire and short walls of fire rise from the sides of the ring ramp. Then Rayne walks out from the entranceway in a long black coat with flames coming from the bottom and he falls to his knees and throws his hands out to his sides and the sprinkler system in the arena goes off spraying rain everywhere and putting out the fire. Then he walks through the steam and smoke down to the ring and takes off his coat and it all dies down.
The bell rings and Rayne comes in with a clothesline almost taking the head off Melody. He quickly goes on to the attack planting her with hard punches to the face before raising her up. He then nails a knee to the midsection and she bends over. Rayne then rushes to the ropes coming back with a Knee smash to her face. Rayne laughs as he watches Melody roll around the ring in pain, she crawls to the turnbuckle getting herself off the floor but as she does this Rayne comes out of nowhere with a hard splash on her back. He then takes hold of her head and smashes it on the turnbuckle hard.
Reggie Stallworth: Damn!
Melody tries to stop the attack with an elbow to the face, but all that does is anger Rayne who picks over his shoulders and throws her outside the ring. With a thud everyone can hear just how hard she landed on her face outside. Rayne goes off to the chase and takes Melody's legs raising her up midway, he then stares at the crowd with an evil smirk and swings her entire body to the barricade hard. The camera does a reply of that move showing how hard the head of Melody connected with the barricade. Rayne now grabs a dazed out Melody off the floor, she is clearly weak and can barely stand on her own two feet. Rayne laughs and taunts her before Clotheslining her to the ground once again. He raises her up to floor forcefully and disposes her inside the ring like if she was some type of rag doll.
David Wright: Oh my God..Reggie this man is insane.
Reggie Stallworth: Melody looks completely lost now..She can barely stand on her own two feet.
Rayne takes a groggy Melody off the floor and places her in the turnbuckle, she is so weak from all the punishment that she just rolls over to the floor. Rayne laughs and picks her up once again, he puts her over his legs and then nails her with a running Hard press slam. From the impact of the move the camera zooms in on the face of Melody who was now starting to couch up blood. Rayne smirks at this and raises her up he gets in 3 snap suplexes wasting away all the energy that may have been left on her body. Within each move you could see that she was bleeding from her mouth.
Reggie Stallworth: Melody looks like she wont be getting up for a while after this match.
David Wright: Rayne…he's just toying with her now.
Reggie Stallworth: This man is clearly disturbed. The winner of the NBT Championship better take note of this guy.
Rayne lays his foot on her stomach kicking her like a crazed man. She tries to cover herself, Rayne though doesn't stop his attack until the referee T.C Payne manages to pull him away from her. The camera picks up now as Melody tries to crawl out of the ring, but Rayne sees her and pushes T.C out of his way going to her chase, he takes hold off legs and drags her back inside the ring then raises her up by the hair. She tries to push him off her with the little strength she has left but he kicks her in the midsection and finisher her off with the Incandescence. Melody's head looked like it was about to fall off as it connected with the mat floor…Rayne quickly covers....
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
Rayne raises himself off the floor looking down at Melody with an evil smile on his face.
Sammantha Jinx: Here is your winner and number one contender to the PDW Next Big Thing Championship...RAYNE PHOENIX!!
David Wright: Poor Melody. She could really be hurt after that.
Reggie Stallworth: Oh well…
The Camera goes to the back with Layla and her twin sister Kayla. She is shown next to Bliss Taylor who would be going up against the team of Zayda and Cody Williams for the Next Big Thing Championship. She looks nervous as she stands next to the giddy interviewer.
Kayla: We're standing here with Bliss Taylor. A new comer to the world of wrestling as well of PDW. Miss Taylor, care to discuss what are your thoughts on tonights match up?
Bliss: I'm feeling a little nervous Kayla. This is my first PPV match with the company and I am looking to make an impression with everyone watching at home as well backstage.
Layla: You certainly have made quite the impression..You all ready have 2 losses, and you're going up against the woman who beat you on your debut match. Is it safe to say that your nervous because you all ready admitted you'll be losing tonight.
She states this with a smile on her face.
Bliss: Well, I don't deny that I have lost to Zayda before, and quite frankly I am not embarrassed by losing to her either because you win some and you lose some....But let's get one thing straight Layla, Zayda never pinned me..she beat me yes, but the one she beat was Kibby D. The only person in PDW who can get credit in actually pinning me down is Carliee. So tonight Layla pay close attention because I'll be walking out of that ring with the belt wrapped around my waist.
Kayla: On your match what exactly are your feelings having to be in the same ring with your..well, beau Jay Cash? You guys are partners in the match, but there can only be one Next Big Thing Champion..have you guys discussed things?
Bliss: Uh....Well..I suppose we'll have to wait and see what happens out there.
Bliss looks away biting her lower lips. At that moment Jay Cash passes by the three ladies, Bliss waves over to him, but he completely ignores her and walks past her. Bliss just stands there shocked by his attitude, Kayla gives her a sympathetic look and Layla just giggles mischievously. Layla : Looks like there's trouble in paradise!
Bliss gives her an irritated look and turns around running up to Jay Cash. She catches up to him and forcefully turns him around to face her.
Bliss: Can you tell me what the hell is wrong with you? Did I do something to piss you off because the way your acting has been strange lately, so I want to know if I have done something to you?
Jay Cash: No..I'm not ignoring.
Bliss smirks and rolls her eyes.
Bliss: Bullshit..Then what was the whole deal before?..When I..kissed you, and you respond with walking out. You made me feel so stupid.
Jay Cash: Heh...bliss I don't think you understand...
Bliss: Well, Would you care to explain it to me then?
She looks obviously ticked off at him and his behavior.
Bliss: ...Well?
Jay looks at bliss with a sad look on his face
Bliss: You can't explain?
Bliss looks exasperated as she stares hard at Jay Cash. He looked at her a bit saddened. But she was so angry that she didn't care to take a closer look at him.
Bliss: Whatever Jay..If this is the way you want to play it fine. I suppose the only thing left to say is..Good luck out there right?
Jay Cash: no....the only thing there is to say is...
Jay walks up to bliss face to face and caresses her cheek softly.
Jay Cash: watch your back....
He gives her a cold look before walking away. She stares to the ground and turns the other direction.
Bliss: ...You too..
The scene fades out.
David Wright: Ladies and gentlemen welcome back to Platinum Dynasty Wrestling’s Reckless Endangerment. We’ve already witnessed the crowning of a new Cyber Champion and we’ve also determined the number one contender for Next Big Thing Championship, which is about to be determined coming up next.
Reggie Stallworth: That’s right DW, up next we’re going to get to see an elimination tag match between Jay Cash and Bliss Taylor facing off against Zayda and Cody Williams.
David Wright: That’s right Reggie this match should be something really special. We’ve got four people in that ring and we get to see them battle it out to crown the Next Big Thing Champion here in PDW.
A big "Z" flashes on the screen followed by the opening song "Superstar" by Lupe Fiasco. Suddenly 6 young muscularly men come rushing from behind the screen shooting camera flashes somewhere towards the ceiling. Then a platform comes down bearing a golden pole and Zayda clinging upside down to the pole in utter tranquility. As the platform comes down slowly, so does Zayda come slowly sliding down the pole. Right side up, she poses for the cameras several times before one of the young gentlemen carefully lifts her onto his shoulder and carries her to the ring while the other boys are still following around her taking more camera flashes.
Sammantha Jinx: Now making her way to the ring weighing in at one hundred and thirty pounds. She is Zayda!
David Wright: Zayda looks extremely prepared for this match tonight.
Reggie Stallworth: She also looks extremely good.
The sound of a THX Dolby Digital Surround Sound test fills the arena, synched to the slow dimming of the house lights. "Head Like A Hole (Clay Remix) by Nine Inch Nails plays on the speakers. Gold lights and lasers wander throughout the arena as smoke and the flashing of a strobe light covers the entrance way.
Bow down
Before the one you serve
You're going to get
What you deserve
Bow down
Before the one you serve
You're going to get
What you deserve
Out steps a long legged, vuluptuous, dark haired woman who stops at the top of the ramp. She looks at the crowd who is in awe of her beauty. She giggles then turns back and points to the entrance. Through the curtain comes "The Reflection of Perfection" Cody Williams. He moves to the right of the ramp and looks at the crowd before heading towards the left. He looks at his valet Sasha and moves close to her, embracing her and staring deep into her eyes. He gives her a peck on the cheek and embraces her hand. The two make their way down to the ring, Cody taking his time with an overwhelming bit of confidence in his step.
God, money, Ill do anything for you.
God, money, just tell me what you want me to.
God, money, nail me up against the wall.
God, money, dont want everything he wants it all.
No you cant take it
No you cant take it
No you cant take that away from me
No you cant take it
No you cant take it
No you cant take that away from me
Head like a hole.
Black as your soul.
Id rather die than give you control.
Head like a hole.
Black as your soul.
Id rather die than give you control
He jumps down and stands in front of Sasha who rubs his chiseled body while she takes off his fur coat and sunglasses.
Sammantha Jinx: Now making his way to the ring he weighs in at two hundred and thirty-five pounds. He is ‘The Reflection of Perfection” Cody WILL-IAMS!
Reggie Stallworth: Let’s be honest DW I honestly haven’t been impressed with Cody Williams in the least as of late. That reflection he has lately has appeared to show quite a few imperfections as of late.
David Wright: What are you talking about? Sure Cody has experience some hard times lately, but let’s be honest he’s probably the odds on favorite in this match.
"I Get Money" by 50 Cent blasts over the PA system as the lights begin to strobe blue and white lights. Jay Cash steps out and begins to look around as he holds his water in his hand. He slaps his chest with his open hands before walking down the ramp way. He talks trash to the fans before jumping on the apron. He climbs the turnbuckle and throws his water bottle into the crowd and spits it out, shaking his head wildly as he jumps down and crouches down to wait for his partner.
Sammantha Jinx: Now in the ring he weighs in at two hundred and fifty-four pounds. He is JAY CASH!
Reggie Stallworth: This is my pick my man. Let’s be honest out of all these people we already know that Jay Cash is money.
David Wright: The only advantage I give to Cash and Taylor is they do have a previous relationship going into this match. They aren’t going in here like Zayda and Cody trying to build chemistry with very little time.
"Break The Ice" By Britney Spears blasts through the sound system as the fans get on their feet to cheer. Coming out sporting her rather revealing attire, Bliss Taylor makes her presence known as she steps out of the curtains. With a look of satisfaction on her face she signals to the crowd while making her way to the ring. Once on the steps she climbs up holding unto the ropes for leverage, she then slides under the second one she pauses and looks to the camera as it zooms toward her face blowing a kiss and winking to the viewers at home before getting inside the ring.
Sammantha Jinx: Now inside the ring she is our final participant in this match that is scheduled to determine a NEW PDW Next Big Thing Champion. She weighs in at one hundred and thirty pounds. She is the one, the only, BLISS TAYLOR.
"Maneater" By Nelly Furtado beings to blast through the speakers and the crowd look to the center stage as the Glam Queen herself steps out from the curtains holding a microphone in hand. She stops right there as the music dies down and she looks straight at the contestants who stand inside the ring.
David Wright: What’s going on that’s Farah Jamison?
Reggie Stallworth: Just shut up and I’m sure we’ll find out what she’s doing out here.
Farah Jamison: I am sorry to interrupt this match, but I just couldn't sit backstage and let this go on. I have no idea who booked this match and for this I apologize to you all, I let you go on thinking that you would be teaming up for this bout...But…I've decided to change the match a little.
Farah stands there with devilish smile on her face as she looks inside the ring to each wrestler.
Farah Jamison: Since I cannot let the crowd be bored to death by this kind of match, I have took it upon myself that this match will no longer be a tag-team...It's now going to be a 4-way Elimination match. There will be someone crowned the Next Big Thing Champion and that person will be the last one standing inside that ring....Good Luck!
"Maneater" By Nelly Furtado starts up again and Farah leaves to the back with a smile on her face.
All four combatants stand in the ring shocked and even with the abrupt change to the match they still begin to pair off into their original teams. It’s obvious all four combatants intend to try to use numbers to their advantage. The two groups begin to circle around each other and they begin to slowly pair off. Cody Williams immediately focuses his attention on Jay Cash as Zayda and Bliss Taylor pair off.
David Wright: It looks like we’re about to get this one underway, but we’ll have to see how these four react with the recent change to the match.
Cody Williams and Jay Cash quickly lock up and Cody locks in a headlock onto Jay Cash, wrenching back as he applies more pressure to the neck. Cody really wrenches back as Cash screams in pain from the pressure that is being built up. Jay Cash hits Cody in the solar plexus with a back elbow causing Cody to shift a little bit. He hits another back elbow, loosening Cody's grip. Cash puts his hand on Cody's back and tries to push him into the ropes but Williams hangs on. Cash delivers a hard elbow to Williams and pushes him off once more. Williams bounces off the ropes and Cash sends him up and over with a back body drop. Williams slowly gets up onto his feet, weary from the bump he just took as Cash goes running into the ropes. He comes back with a clothesline but Williams ducks it and spins him around, dropping him hard onto his back with a Blue Thunder Driver.
One…
Two…
David Wright: What a move to get this match underway.
Thr… Jay Cash quickly shoots his shoulder off the mat much to the surprise of Cody Williams.
Reggie Stallworth: Kick out by Jay Cash and it was obvious this man wasn’t going to go down without a fight.
Bliss Taylor and Zayda begin to swing wildly back and forth at one another with left and right hands that seem to send each woman back a few steps but instead of giving up they just charge forward again and again delivering vicious blows. Zayda quickly lunges forward and sends Bliss hard to the mat face first with a drop toe hold. Zayda quickly rolls up Taylor’s back and she locks in a side headlock. Bliss Taylor begins to slowly work up to one knee driving elbows into Zayda’s stomach but out of nowhere Cody Williams interrupts Taylor’s progress with a running dropkick to the knee that sends Bliss back to the mat with the headlock still locked in tight.
David Wright: Where in the hell did Cody Williams come from? A second ago he was paired off with Jay Cash and the next thing you know he’s driving Bliss Taylor to the mat with a sick looking dropkick.
Reggie Stallworth: That just goes to show how pathetic Cody Williams truly is. He couldn’t compete with another man so instead he decides to attack a woman.
As Cody Williams begins to rise to his feet he is cut off by a bulldog from Jay Cash who somehow at the same time drives a dropkick into a laying Zayda’s jaw. The dropkick manages to separate Bliss Taylor from Zayda’s grip and Jay immediately begins to check on Bliss before turning his attention to Zayda.
Reggie Stallworth: What are you doing Jay? PIN HER! Emotions don’t matter you want to win!
David Wright: Unlike you Reggie there are people in this world that actually do have emotions and can show compassion.
Jay turns abruptly and he grabs Zayda and fires her through the second rope and to the floor. Jay turns backwards and he grabs Cody Williams pulling him to all fours before dropping an elbow to the back of Cody’s neck. Cody reaches back and he grabs his neck clutching it tightly and grimacing in pain. Jay again pulls Cody up to a kneeling base and again he drives him to the mat hard with another elbow to the neck.
David Wright: For the love of God Jay Cash is trying to dismantle that repaired neck of Cody Williams.
Reggie Stallworth: Let’s be honest David, if you have an injury as substantial as Cody Williams does you shouldn’t get into that right anyways.
Jay goes to again pick up Cody but instead Williams grabs Jay Cash by the wrist and sends him flying into the ropes. Cash comes bouncing back and Williams leaps into the air, hitting him with a calf kick that sends Cash down to the mat. Williams jumps back up and extends his arms, looking out into the crowd before giving them the FUCK YOU arm gesture. Cash starts to get up to a vertical base as Cody Williams runs towards him, taking him back down to the mat with an STO. Cody jumps to his feet still holding his neck and out of nowhere Bliss Taylor springboards up to the top rope leaps into the ring and catches Cody Williams off guard grabbing his neck and dropping him to the mat hard with a modified version of the Faded Bliss.
David Wright: FADED BLISS! FADED BLISS!
Reggie Stallworth: She came out of nowhere with that killer instinct.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
Sammantha Jinx: Cody Williams has been eliminated from this match.
David Wright: You heard it folks, Cody Williams is officially history in this Next Big Thing Championship Match.
Reggie Stallworth: I guess he’ll have to wait another week to prove that he’s actually got something to bring to the table.
Bliss Taylor jumps to her feet as Zayda springboards into the ring and nails Jay with a springboard dropkick that sends him to the mat and under the bottom rope and to the outside. Bliss Taylor lunges forward and drives a knee into the side of Zayda’s head sending her to the mat and hooks a leg quickly for the cover.
On… Zayda shouts her shoulder off the mat.
David Wright: Not even a one count for Bliss Taylor.
Bliss quickly jumps to her feet but she’s immediately taken down as Zayda manages to sweep her legs underneath Bliss and knock her to the mat. Zayda and Bliss both rush to their feet, but Zayda is successful at rising first. As Bliss tries to raise up from one knee Zayda nails her hard with a stiff right hand that lays Bliss out. Zayda jumps down onto bliss and she hooks her leg for the cover.
ONE…
TWO…
T… Bliss Taylor shoots her shoulder off of the canvas while connecting with a stiff elbow to Zayda’s right eye that opens up a tiny cut.
Blood begins to trickle from Zayda’s face as she grabs Bliss by the hair and starts to slam her down hard repeatedly against the mat. Zayda turns immediately and she looks at the turnbuckle, which she immediately mounts and climbs to the top rope. Zayda looks down at Bliss but before she can leap off she’s cut off by Jay Cash who pulls her feet out from under her and drops her face first to the mat.
David Wright: Zayda looks like she’s out cold. She’s lying there in a heap.
Bliss Taylor slowly rolls to face Zayda and she positions her perfectly as Jay climbs to the top rope. Jay wastes no time as he immediately leaps off the turnbuckle spinning in midair and crashing down nailing the Phoenix Splash.
Reggie Stallworth: BANK ROLL.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…
Sammantha Jinx: Zayda has been eliminated from this match.
David Wright: Now we’ll see as two lovers become bitter enemies.
Jay Cash leaps to his feet and spins around facing Bliss Taylor only to be kicked in the gut and immediately snapped down to the mat face first.
David Wright: FADED BLISS!
ONE…
Reggie Stallworth: HE WASN’T READY.
TWO…
THREE…
The sound of Break the Ice by Britney Spears hits the sound system as T.C. Payne reaches over and places the Next Big Thing Championship on Bliss Taylor’s chest.
Sammantha Jinx: Here is your winner and NEW Platinum Dynasty Wrestling Next Big Thing Champion, BLISS TAYLOR.
David Wright: Ladies and gentlemen Bliss Taylor has done it, she’s defeated three opponents to become the Next Big Thing Champion here in PDW!
Backstage, you see both the DeLorenzo brothers speaking in Spanish, as smiles are amongst their faces. Walking down the hall steadily, in their street clothes, the camera catches a sighting of someone in the corner in the dark, giving the signal to the other side, whomever it was to stay quiet. As the brothers approached closer and closer, the person in the corner gives the signal, as all of a sudden, both brothers are caught in a trap, hanging by their legs as they dangled in the air.
Voice: We got em' …. We got em'!!
Out of both corners, were three midgets …one on one side, two on the other. All three began to high-five each other, as they looked at their catch. Both Brandon and Anthony scrambled to try and wiggle lose, but it wasn't working as all they could do was just hang in there. The midgets that looked exactly like Kindred London .. the leader of the pack stepped outwards before getting a closer approach at Anthony.
Anthony DeLorenzo: When I get down, your ass is mines, you asshole …
The mini-versions of Kindred London just laughed and laughed while Anthony tried to grab and reach him. Jumping back, the midget went behind the other one. The one to the left had disappeared for a hot second, before coming out of the room with three wooden bats. Handing the two to the others, they show off a crazy-like grin as the two brothers look troubled at what's to come.
Mini-London #1: Let me correct you, my friend … Your ass is mines!
Mini-London #2: YEAH SUCKA'!!!
Mini-London #1: As yo momma' once said …. "It's Going To Hurt You More Than It Will Hurt Me!"
As they grown angry-like faces …. Raising their bats up, they line up in one line as they begin the mayhem, whipping Anthony and Brandon hard like human pinata's … with baseball bat. The scene heads back to ringside.
Suddenly, there's suddenly the abrupt sound of a thunderclap shaking the general ringside area, the heavy guitar introduction to Breaking Benjamin’s “Believe” blasts over the PA system, and 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... then suddenly, a man steps out from behind the plume. He is a tall man- about 6'3" or 6'4"- and leanly built, with dark brown, relatively short hair pushed up the front, icy blue eyes, and five o'clock shadow stubble. His upper body is clad in a simple red t-shirt, while blue denim jeans and black sneakers adorn his lower body. He's clearly bristling with energy and enthusiasm as his frosty eyes gaze down the ramp towards the ring. Then, almost directly in time with the opening verse of the song, he takes his first steps down to the ring.
Reggie Stallworth: My ears! Someone want to tell me what the hell is going on? Or who that is?
David Wright: Steve Jason. That's the guy, then.
Reggie Stallworth: Oh, is THAT what he's called? I was just going to go with 'very loud very angry theme song guy'.
The now-identified Steve Jason takes a couple of paces in the ring before speaking again.
Steve Jason: Now, this is where most newcomers would do one of two things. Either fawn on you, slobber all over you and go on about how he'll dedicate his life to entertain you and become your own glorified doormat, or alternatively start slagging off you, your hometown, your families and just about anything so he can go on about how he's hated. I'm not that pretentious to do either. I've come here for my own ends- and if you guys like that, so much the better, but I'm not gonna be a slave to it.
The crowd seem almost a little taken aback by Steve's words, although he doesn't seem to receive too much negative feedback- the reaction is instead one of surprise. Steve nods slightly, then continues.
Steve Jason: So the question's got to be asked- why am I here? Am I some wrestling rookie trying to make his name in the world? Heh- far from it. Honest truth? You guys here at PDW managed to catch my eye. That's quite a feat, believe me. For quite some time now, I've been looking for a new challenge. A new place to start over and to fight my way to the top of. I've been at the top of other places, and to be quite frank... it's lost its appeal. I now suffer from the urge to once again fight and climb my way to the top. So far, no place really stood out as being worthy to climb to the top of. Until PDW fell into my sights.
There's a brief cheer from the crowd at the praise given to the PDW name. The reaction doesn't seem to phase Steve very much as he continues.
Steve Jason: Yep. I'll give the place- and the roster- its credit. You guys might just fulfill the craving for competition that I have- the need I have to be taken to the absolute edge. We'll know very soon, of course, because my quest to fight and climb my way to the top has just begun. I don't care if you're a fellow rookie or if you're whoever it is that'll end up being the Platinum Champion tonight- you're going to want to take some serious notice of what's just happened tonight. Because sooner or later, everyone in that locker room can rest assured that I'm going to come up against every one of you. Some of you I'll detest. Some of you I might even end up liking. And there's probably a fair few of you I won't feel either way about- but regardless of which category you're in, I imagine I will come head to head with every one of you, and I promise you, it doesn't matter how you stand with me- I'll give you the fight of your life. And that... IS UNDENIABLE!
Those last two words are said with intense power and emotion as Steve throws the microphone straight down on the ground with authority to emphasize his point. The crowd are still uncertain on Steve, but there seems to be a certain level of approval for his enthusiasm as "Believe" blasts throughout the arena again. Steve remains standing for several seconds, glancing around the ringside area as if to take it all in, then slowly begins to climb out of the ring and makes his way up towards the back.
Sammantha Jinx: This match is scheduled for one fall. In order to win, you must keep your opponent down for the ten-count. Making his way to the ring, from Toronto-Ontario, Canada … Weighing in at 296 pounds … He is “Your Messiah” …. Joshua Payneee!!!
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. 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.
David Wright: Joshua Payne has definitely been wreaking all sorts of havoc here in PDW since his arrival …
Reggie Stallworth: Yes Indeed … and Timmy is no pushover … he’s PDW’s Icon, David! He can kick some ass …
David Wright: Stop with the sarcasm!
Reggie Stallworth: Okay, my bad … Timmy’s not going to make it through tonight’s match-up! Better?
Sammantha Jinx: His challenger, from Baltimore, Maryland … Weighing 240 pounds …. TIMMY D!!!
The lights dim and a red glow fill the arena. Timmy walks out on stage and looks out at the crowd. He then spreads his arms horizontally and raises them in the air. A series of pyros goes off. He begins to walk down the ramp. Once he reaches the end of the ramp he slides under the bottom rope and enters the ring. Once insides he goes to the second turnbuckle where he taunts the crowd. They erupt in cheers. He then waits in the corner for the bell to ring, as he stares constantly at the man across from him, Joshua Payne.
Reggie Stallworth: Timmy showing a cold-ass stare towards Payne … Timmy might break a foot off in his ass tonight!
David Wright: Well Timmy better not make any mistakes … Joshua’s looking to add another “W” to his record …
As the match begins to take it’s place, the camera pans to the outside of the ring, as weapons such as tables, ladders, chairs, trashcans and every other weapon you can imagine, it was outside the ring scattered. The bell goes to ring as the referee gets out the way quickly. Payne stretches his shoulders as Timmy is ready to get going.
Reggie Stallworth: These two have surely been after each other these past few weeks. Timmy would love nothing better than to show Joshua why he is considered an icon …
Starting out, both go into a stand off with trying to get the edge on one another. Timmy rolls out of it before locking on a headlock onto Joshua Payne. Getting pushed off seconds later, Timmy rebounds off the ropes before smashing his elbow into the face of Payne, causing him to go down to the mat from the impact of the attack. Timmy wastes no time, grabbing the chair quickly as he chooses to ram it right in the gut of Payne, who goes back down to the mat, holding his ribs in pain. Timmy then smashes the chair right onto the head of Payne before going to the outside, as the ref begins the count.
David Wright: Chair to the gut with the head shot … Timmy is going to the weapons early.
Reggie Stallworth: It’s going to be a long night for the ref. He’s going to be doing this all match. He’s going to need water.
One …
Two …
David Wright: Joshua Payne has no shame to his game. He shows no signs of weakness … Just laughter.
Three …
Four …
Payne, holding one hand on his ribs, and the other hand on his head … Timmy D hauls the trashcan into the ring with a toss over the ropes. Sliding back in, seeing as Payne is moving around slightly, Timmy stops him in his tracks with several stomps to the back and rib cage of Payne’s.
David Wright: Working on the rib cage of Payne’s … He’s making sure Payne even earns the right to breathe.
Reggie Stallworth: Well of course, David … Timmy D is a G’ … don’t mistake him for the long hair. He’s an icon in the streets as well. He knows those type of things.
Deciding to keep things going in his direction, Timmy picks up Payne before winging him into the corner. Following up he targets the rib cage of Payne’s with a dropkick, causing him to slump to mat in more pain. Timmy raises Joshua up and off the mat with a quick vertical suplex in which Timmy hops onto the second rope before coming off with a nice elbow drop right into the gut. Again with the focus on the bruised rib cage of Joshua Payne. Payne, who rolls around on the mat, chooses to slide out of the ring, to catch a second to breathe and gain focus back onto this match.
David Wright: Payne left the ring, trying to catch himself a breather …
Reggie Stallworth: Wow, a mistake of letting a psycho catch his breath … not good, Timmy!
David Wright: Well he’s now on the prowl after Joshua …
Timmy chooses to slide out of the ring, following Payne. As Payne chooses to turn around, he instantly gets rammed down onto the ladder with the wicked mid-air spear off the steps from Timmy D, as the fans in the audience loving the hell raising performance by Timmy D so far in this match.
David Wright: Timmy D with the impressive spear off the steps. What a way to use the steps!
Reggie Stallworth: Joshua Payne had no damn clue what hit him just now.
Not wasting anytime, Timmy continues full speed on Payne. Timmy sets up the table that is lying further down on the ground. Setting it up, Timmy drags Joshua by his arm before deciding to pick him up. Setting him up for sure with a European uppercut, Timmy rolls Joshua onto the table before sliding in quickly.
Reggie Stallworth: Oh boy …
Taunting to the crowd, getting them even more fired up … Timmy backs up before getting a running start. Dashing at full speed, Timmy launches himself out of the ring, high in the air, both arms stretched out to his side as he targets Joshua. Few seconds before impacting, Payne all of a sudden rolls out of the way as Timmy who once rolling non-stop … had stopped. The fans in awe while going “Holy Shit” chants, as Payne knew this was his opportunity to get back on top. Timmy, who took one hell of a fall, had several wood splinters on his body from the table. The ref begins to count …
David Wright: Holy Shit … Joshua Payne moving out the way at the last possible second …
Reggie Stallworth: Crash N’ Burn is what he got. His ass is toasty. Now Joshua doesn’t even have to do much work …
David Wright: Why would Timmy even do something that risky …
Reggie Stallworth: To sign his Death Wish? You want to go ask him? I’m sure he’s able to mumble out a few words …
One …
Two …
Reggie Stallworth: Timmy is dead, David. The poor boy done killed himself.
Three …
Four …
Five …
Rolling over onto his knees, Payne brushes his hair back as he views the wreck in front of him.
David Wright: Payne is amazed himself at the mess in front of him.
Six …
Seven …
Eight …
Reggie Stallworth: The match is done for … I can go and grab me something to eat. I’m starvin!
David Wright: What is Payne about to do now?
Getting back onto his feet, he works his way over to Timmy D. Picking him up ruthlessly by his hair, Payne gives a glare right into the eyes of Timmy D before sending him hard to the floor with a power clothesline.
David Wright: Payne could’ve easily taken the easy victory, yet still … he chooses to take Timmy through more pain … already taking that crazy dive through the table. Joshua is a complete and mental psycho!
Reggie Stallworth: So I guess this means I’m still stuck here?
Seeing the splitting of the table. Payne picks up half of the broken table as he props it up on its leg. Going back over to Timmy D, he again picks him up by the hair, in a snatching motion. Quickly hoisting him up in the air, Payne, without hesitation, tosses and brings Timmy D right onto the splintered-edge of the table, head-first. A flapjack to surely remember as the fans boo’s the hell out of Joshua.
David Wright: That was completely unnecessary by Payne. He’s proved his point already …
Reggie Stallworth: That boy will never be able to get a girl again … his face is fucked.
One …
Two …
Three ….
Looking at the fans, Joshua smiles before grinding Timmy D’s head back and forth on it, tearing the skin flesh onto the wood. Blood surely flowing down his face in thin-lined streams. Lifting Timmy back up, barely standing … he tosses Timmy back into the ring, as he slides in right behind him. Back up on his feet, Joshua spots the Kendo stick, as he instantly goes over to pick it up before twirling it around, waiting for Timmy to get back onto his feet.
David Wright: This is sickening … now with the Kendo stick!
Reggie Stallworth: Timmy is being taught a hardcore lesson, here tonight. I’m sure Timmy will think twice before picking battles with others … look at the face. He’s got a crimson facial!
Finally, after a minute or so, Timmy takes a deep breath, getting up on his feet. Beaten, battered, completely fucked up with what he’s gone through, he still comes for more. Choosing to challenge Joshua whose spinning the Kendo stick like a true pro … Timmy should’ve thought twice before choosing to take Joshua head-on, as he received one hell of a whack that continued on … bruising his back, as he laid flat onto the mat .. yet again.
David Wright: I can’t watch this no more … it’s simply sickening. The referee didn’t’ even think about stopping the match …
Reggie Stallworth: He can’t … and you just need to stop whining!
One …
Two …
Joshua steps back, leaning in the corner as the referee counts …
Three …
Four …
Five …
Beginning to show movement, Timmy rolls over slightly, as his eyes squint to see. On his back, he struggles to sit upright …
Six ….
Trying again to sit upright for a hot moment, he does. Getting up was the part. Joshua moves forward a little bit …
Seven …
Eight …
Joshua runs in and kicks Timmy right into the face like a soccer kick, breaking up the count. Picking Timmy up, Payne whips him hard into the ropes before hitting one hell of a boot to the jaw of Timmy. Timmy stumbling out of the corner, luckily … isn’t as lucky as Joshua hooks Timmy and hits a Release Northern Lights Suplex, launching Timmy to the middle of the ring.
Reggie Stallworth: Flyin’ Timmy …
Getting back up, Joshua picks up Timmy before hitting a belly-to-belly suplex, tossing Timmy D, back-first into the corner ring post, with full authority. Payne pops back up in which he runs over to Timmy as he slides to the outside, and grabbing the leg of Timmy and yanking his head backwards, bending his body into a “U” around the post. Showing no signs of letting up, he yanks and yanks … trying his best to break Timmy in half.
David Wright: Look at that … He is surely not just trying to win this match, Reggie!
Reggie Stallworth: He’s made Timmy into several different things tonight …
Sliding back into the ring, Joshua sends boot-first into Timmy’s chest, pressing him harder against the pole with fierce intentions. The fans steady booing him, he could care less with his choosing to annihilate the poor guy. Picking up Timmy, Joshua toying with him, tosses him head-first into the trash can, before kicking it over. With a sadistic grin, Joshua climbs onto the top rope, closer to where Timmy was now at.
Reggie Stallworth: Crash N Burn part two … Time for Payne to take that risk. But if I were Timmy, I’d be looking for an escape plan …. NOW!
David Wright: There is no reason for Joshua Payne to continue this …
Reggie Stallworth: The man has got a job to do. Whether it’s to get the cheap win, kill someone, or whatever else … he’s going to get the job done. Right now … he’s getting the job done. They are bitter, his mission is to take Timmy D out of the ranks.
The fans cheering, trying to get Timmy to wake up, however it’s too late for that … watching Joshua jump off the top turnbuckle, as he lands right onto the can and head of Timmy D, basically squishing the shit out of it. Hurting his ass though, Joshua isn’t invincible on that … although he accomplished his mission. Ending all that was Timmy D. A completely squished facial …
Reggie Stallworth: Jesus Christ! If Timmy D hasn’t become mashed potato’s right now … then I must be out of my god damn mind!
David Wright: Payne is just smiling … no sympathy at all! A sunny smile on his face … loving what he is seeing …
One …
Two …
Three …
Reggie Stallworth: Payne has just sent a message to all … do not get in his way!
Four …
Five …
Six …
David Wright: I still don’t get why the ref could’ve called it off. Seeing someone go through all of that, it’s just sickening!
Reggie Stallworth: Maybe for you, but the secret ingredient to a 5-star pay per view is blood and giving it your all. Payne gave his all … right on the face of Timmy D!
Seven …
Eight …
Nine …
Ten …
Sammantha Jinx: Here is your winner …. “Your Messiah” …. Joshua …. Payneee!!!
David Wright: The referee is checking on the bloodied Timmy D … he looks to be in some sort of shock, his legs are shaking.
Reggie Stallworth: Can’t you see, David? The man is getting jiggy wit’ it! Sure he lost … but he’s still alive and well …
As the referee calls out for EMT’s … Joshua Payne walks over towards Timmy D looking down upon his broken body. The ref warns Payne to back off. Payne just smiles away before finally dropping and sliding out of the ring … satisfied with his destruction.
David Wright: I hope Timmy is alright … We’ll be right back folks!
The camera opens up backstage where Sean's locker room is shown, inside Sean is shown lacing up his shoes and adjusting his sweat pants on his body. Vincent appears from the other side of the room and stands next to Sean.
Vincent: What's the plan for tonight?
Sean smiles.
Sean: Plan? The plan is for me to walk down that ramp, beat the shit out of Erik Harris, end his damn career and leave this arena the champion.
Vincent: Do you need me down at ringside?
Sean shakes his head "No".
Vincent: And why not?
Sean: Because I want to win this match on my own, I don't want to hear Erik's mouth after I beat him. I don't want him to say that I needed help, or I needed you at ringside to cheat and make him loose. I don't have time for that, I'm here for a reason, and that reason is to win that damn championship and put this feud to rest with Erik.
Vincent: I understand.
Sean: I don't think you do Vincent, this is my opportunity to prove to everyone else that I am here for a damn reason. I don't take shit from anyone, especially Erik Harris and I know after tonight, after I win this match and end Erik's career, I know that I will gain more respect from the rest of these punks in this federation and then I'll move on to compete for the Platinum Championship and then I'll be above all these punks.
Vincent: Be careful boy, you talk all this shit now. But don't go out to that ring and loose, because it will make you look like a fool.
Sean: Trust me, I will never look like a fool.
Sean adjusts his elbow pad on his arm, he kisses Vincent and makes his way out of his locker room as the scene fades back to the ring.
Cameras throughout the arena are catching various expressions of those in attendance, live! The Platinum Tron gives quick shots, the fans easily marking out of being on the big screen… then the lights suddenly go out!
David Wright: Wait, what's going on?
Reggie Stallworth: Don't tell me that Star forgot to play the electric bill?
"… Sometimes.. I feel as though I'm frozen in Heaven…"
The lyrics to an unfamiliar song quickly dies away, random flashing graphics on the Platinum Tron dying off into total darkness again. A few seconds later the entire arena lights up! Dark blue strobe lights pierce through the crowd, giving illusion like effects, a single spotlight focusing down onto the entrance. The song to the lyrics seconds before begins to play over the speakers, "Invisible Wounds" by Fear Factory filling the silent void. Then… someone takes the center stage. The spotlight is filled as an individual walks out from behind the back, stepping into the light and stops. Looking out at the crowd, the crowd looks back with him with a few face of excitement, a few faces of nothingness, and a whole lot of faces holding confusion. Standing at the top, brown hair in a pony tail and wearing simple clothing of blue jeans and a black T-shirt, the individual stands still, face solemn.
David Wright: Can someone fill me in on what's going on? Who the hell is this guy?
Reggie Stallworth: You don't know who that is?
David Wright: No… should I?
Reggie Stallworth: Only one of the biggest free agents around right now! The guy has huge potential! That's Jem FUCKING Williams!
David Wright: What… what? Are you serious!?
Jem Williams finally starts walking down to the ring, his pace calm. Reaching it, walking up the steps, Jem takes his time entering, never breaking a single beat. Reaching into his back pocket, pulling out a microphone, some noise comes from the crowd, they knowing who Jem Williams is. The majority though? Completely clueless on this man! The music dies down, the lights return to normal and Jem Williams is left staring out into a crowd that has a very unstable atmosphere about itself, a very heavy electricity!
Jem Williams: Some of you may know me. Some of you may have automatically knew who that song belonged to the second those lyrics pierced this arena. Some of you may be pissing yourselves, wanting to know why the hell I'm here. That's the few. The majority, though, I'm guessing is clueless. You see me, this face, this body, and you don't know it. You've never laid eyes on me. Well, let's be blunt here. I'm Jem Williams. I'm The Realization, and I as of today and having dotted a few i's and crossed of t's have become the most current member of the Platinum Dynasty Wrestling roster!
The crowd talks within itself for a few seconds a few cheers and whistles coming out, but still the electricity is unstable! Everyone doesn't know how to handle the news!
David Wright: He's making this seem like a big deal. I know the name, but I don't know the guy! What's really so special about him?
Reggie Stallworth: The guy is considered a Legend in a few places around the world. Especially the X-Treme Wrestling Federation, somewhere even the boss lady has ties with! This is huge! Damn, is it huge!
Jem Williams pauses for a few seconds, looking out before continuing.
Jem Williams: Those that know and again, the majority that don't… for the last few months I've been a Free Agent to the business. My contract back at the X-Treme Wrestling Federation ran dry after over four long years of busting my ass and becoming one of the single most dominating figures over there. Most people in my position would sign up for a few more years of that kind of placement. They'd sign up for the money, the championship title shots, the glory, fame, the simple power of it all. Hell, I was even contemplating doing that, I mean it would be the right choice, wouldn't it? Well, I had been thinking on it and realized, that the X-Treme Wrestling Federation lacks the one thing to make that fame… that power… that commitment worth a damn. I realized that the X-Treme Wrestling Federation was lackluster in what it means to be in this business. Competition. Simple, pure, and straight to the point. There was no competition for me. There was nothing to quince my thirst for a good match. There was nothing left to be desired.
David Wright: Strong words from this Jem Williams! It almost sounds like he's sounding off his former job!
Reggie Stallworth: Or maybe the place just sucks?
Jem Williams: That's when I found out about the Platinum Dynasty Wrestling. That's when I found out that Star had reopened the place. That's when I did a bit of searching and found something worth joining. I found that…
The lights in the arena dim once more.
Reggie Stallworth: Here we go again. Star did forget to pay the bill!
David Wright: Wait, who’s music is that?
“Swamped” by Lacuna Coil begins to play loudly in the arena. The crowd gives a mixed reaction as the lights come back on slowly, with smoke rising from behind the backstage curtain. A petite dark-haired woman walks out from the back. She is clad in skinny denim jeans, a red silk lacy top, and a pair of patent leather ankle boots. She makes her way down the ramp, mic in hand, with her eyes focused on Jem Williams.
Reggie Stallworth: Who the heck is this?
David Wright: Maybe one of the million new people who’ve signed with PDW over the past week. We’ve really had a big influx of women.
Reggie Stallworth: Like we don’t get enough from having all these women in control here. This place needs more men. Sign more men Star!
The unknown beauty walks up the metal stairs to the ring and steps through the second rope carefully. She walks to and fro in front of Jem, almost as if she were sizing him up.
Woman: Hi Mr. Williams. My name’s Jay James. I’m new to the PDW roster as well. Unlike you though, I’m pretty much a rookie in every aspect of the word.
Reggie Stallworth: This Jay chick is pretty hot.
David Wright: She seems nice as well.
Jay James: You see…Tonight I was supposed to come and sit backstage so I could get what they call a “feel” for how the place operates. Seeing as I don’t know much about wrestling and everything, that seemed pretty logical. But while I was backstage coping a “feel”…
Reggie Stallworth: Oh boy.
David Wright: Stop it.
Jay James: I couldn’t help but listen to you run your mouth about being some big time legend in some federation that no one gives a flying shit about! And I thought to myself, well if this guy is as big of a legend as he says he is, wouldn’t there be some proof of it? I mean, wouldn’t people TELL me about him, instead of him coming out in the ring and BLABBING about it?
David Wright: Well, maybe she’s not so nice after all.
Jem looks at Jay James for a few seconds. His gaze is locked onto her eyes, no where else; however, on his face is a grin showing… amusement? Respect? It's hard to tell, especially with the emotionless gaze in his blue eyes.
Jem Williams: What did you say your name was again?
Jay James: It’s J-A-Y. Jay. Not that hard to follow…right?
Jem Williams: No, no it isn't hard to follow at all. I was just making sure that I heard you right. For a second, all I could understand was 'blah, blah, blah, blah, blah'. Now I know your name. We're on a name basis. That's good… HOWEVER…
Jem pauses for a few seconds, thinking on what to say, the grin fading from his face with the emotionless gaze in his blue hues standing strong.
Jem Williams: Your approach is a bit… soft, Rookie. First off, I never really said that I was a Legend. It's nice of you to assume that about me. Really… I'm 'honored'. Second, you being told about me. Like you said. You're a rookie. Hell, you said yourself you know nothing about wrestling! The fuck does anyone owe you to tell you anything about anyone in this business?
Jem Williams's face is staying calm along with the rest of his body, though his face as an edge of annoyance to it. The emotionless gaze in his eyes begins to build some hostility toward Jay James; however, Jem shows no signs of going for any kind of action. The crowd gives a mixed reaction toward Jem, some cheering for Jem putting the rookie in her place, while others boo for the approach Jem is taking with Jay!
David Wright: Maybe it wasn't wise for her to come interrupt him. I guess a rookie mistake.
Reggie Stallworth: What are you talking about? Look at Jem! He looks like he could knock her clean the fuck out any second!
Jay nods her head, as if she’s taking in everything Jem is spouting. She rubs her hand on her chin in a cocky gesture and nods her head.
Jay James: The problem with what you’re saying, Jem, lies in the fact that were BOTH rookies as far as PDW goes. Got my drift? You and I are on the same playing level.
David Wright: I don’t know about that, but she’s right about them being rookies in Platinum Dynasty Wrestling.
Reggie Stallworth: Even so David, the amount of experience Jem has simply overshadows that.
David Wright: True.
Jem Williams: Rookies… we're BOTH rookies…?
Jem laughs to that, finding Jay's words amusing. Jay isn’t exactly seem too pleased with how Jem has reacted. She looks around the arena with a small frown on her face. Jem turns around, underestimating the petite beauty. Running a hand over his temples and smirking off the comment Jay gave, Jem sighs and slowly goes to turn around.
Jem Williams: Listen… I know that you're trying to be cute and all… but why…
BAM!
Out of no where, right as Jem Williams turns around, Jay James sends a quick, straight kick right to Jem's jaw! The kick has enough power, not to mention moment of surprise to take Jem off guard! He crashes to the ground, straight on his ass with a hand holding his jaw, eyes wide! He looks to be in pain from having been kicked, but mostly ticked from being taken down like that!
David Wright: She just floored him with that kick! Did you see that? She has amazing reach with those legs!
Reggie Stallworth: Amazing reach indeed! See how high she got her leg? Hell, I'd even let her kick me like that!
David Wright: Ugh…
Jay’s lips spread in a sinister grin as she looks down at Jem on the mat.
Jay James: Once again, Jem I’ve just got to ask you a question. If you’re such a goddamn legend, why is it that a little ole’ girl like myself can kick your ASS so easily?
David Wright: I don't see this ending well.
Reggie Stallworth: She should kick him again!
Jem slowly stands from where he was, still holding his jaw, rotating it. Listening to Jay as she talked more smack to him, Jem looks to bring the mic to his lips; however, the last second… Jem drops the mic!
David Wright: We may need security down here…
Jem begins to approach Jay James, who still has a sinister smirk on her face. Jem's expression is as unfriendly as he has been since first walking down the ramp. His approach is slow, almost predatory. Jay begins to realize that she may have pressed a few buttons one too many times!
Jem is right up on Jay James, a few feet between her and the ropes as she looks up into the depths of Jem's blue eyes. He brings his hand up toward Jay, and her eyes go wide with shock. She backs up as quick as possible. Jem brings his hand down, and Jay stiffens up, preparing her slender body for what's about to happen. Jem lifts his index and middle finger together to mash her on the forehead. Jay scrambles back, trying to escape when she feels the ropes to her back! She nearly falls out of the ring in an attempt to escape. Jem presses for as long as his arms will reach without going out of the ring!
Reggie Stallworth: Look at that strength! Two fingers to get her out of the ring! Woooow!
David Wright: … You are too easily amused. It seems that Jay has learned her first lesson here in PDW! Don't go around running your mouth unless you're prepared to back up what you say!
"Invisible Wounds" by Fear Factory begins to play again across the speakers as Jem looks down at Jay James. Jay stands to her feet, angry as hell. She walks up the ramp slowly, sending Jem cross glances over her shoulder. Jem on the other hand is grinning from ear to ear! Jem's eyes tell a story of being one pissed of son of a bitch!
Backstage, the three Mini-London's celebrate, as Brandon and Anthony are down, but no wrapped in ducktape and mouth covered with ducktape. The three mini-London's stand in a huddle while whispering back and forth. Finally the leader breaks the huddle as he heads towards the two.
Mini-London #1: I want you to deliver a message to that little punk-ass faggot friend of yours …. That Sean Williams guy. Let him know that he better watch his back … everywhere he goes …
Receiving the piece of paper and ducktape roll from the other one, he unrolled off a strip, before ripping it off. Taking out his pen … the midget kneels on the ground, to write up whatever on paper, before putting the pen back on the cap and placing the strip of tape onto the piece of paper.
Mini-London #1: This is for when your 'little' friend come to finally save your asses. That's if he finds you … Maybe next time, you two assholes will know who you dealin' with.
The DeLorenzo brothers tried speaking but all that was heard was mumbles. Mumbles, Mumbles. The leader walked up to the two, as he kicked Anthony right into the side of his kneecap, causing him to buckle, and with Brandon glued to his back, the pressure beared down, causing Anthony to drop to the floor, as the midgets laughed at it.
Mini-London #1: Shutup, Bitchcake!
All three just walk off as the last one serves up another kick, right to Brandon's head as he scurries to catch up with the other two. The scene goes back to ringside.
Reggie Stallworth: Now this is a match I wanna see myself! BLOOD!
David Wright: Yeah, this is sure to bring the house down with the history between these men.
Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Sadistic Madness Match for the PDW Bloodshed championship. Introducing first, at a weight of 245 pounds, he hails from Cincinnati, Ohio… “The Man You All Love to Hate”…ERIK HARRIS!!!
The lights in the arena cut off suddenly as the sound of heavy breathing from a single person can be heard. Five heavy breaths. They then stop. The sound of a heartbeat can then be heard mixed slightly with static. The following words are then heard after four heartbeats.
Reggie Stallworth: Dave, I got a question for you, man.
David Wright: What’s up, Reggie?
Reggie Stallworth: Why do some of our superstars take all year to get to the ring?
David Wright: Because drama enhancing their performance?
Reggie Stallworth: Naw, because if that was the case Harris would be in the main event tonight taking home that big gold. If drama enhanced performance that man would be UNSTOPPABLE!
The arena grows dark as "Money On My Mind" By Lil Wayne hits the speakers.
Sammantha Jinx: And his opponent coming straight from Atlanta, Georgia…SEAN WILLIAMS!!!
Sean makes his way from behind the curtain, silver pyro falls from the ceiling as Sean makes his way down the ramp ignoring the mixed reaction he is receiving from the crowd. He slides under the rope and bounces off each turnbuckle not paying attention to anyone in the audience.
Reggie Stallworth: And this man’s boys just got attacked by some midgets!
David Wright: Reggie, the correct term is “little person”.
Reggie Stallworth: Midget.
David Wright: You calling them that is just like someone calling you a…
Reggie Stallworth: Go ahead and say it so we can start the “Sadistic Madness” right over here.
In the ring, T.C. Payne holds up the Bloodshed Championship to the men as well as the fans. Neither man cracks a smile. Before the bell even has the chance to ring and T.C. has stepped aside Sean flies at Erik Harris and plants him in the mat with a spear. No sooner than he lands Sean is pummeling him with hard fists shots straight to the head. The fans immediately erupt with cheer as the match gets underway.
David Wright: And Williams comes out SWINGIN’! He is playing no games tonight!
Reggie Stallworth: He damn near my made gauche my own eyes out earlier though the way he was all lovey dovey with that damn Vincent. I just don’t understand.
David Wright: You don’t have to.
After flooring Harris with his surprise assault, Williams leaps off of him and grabs him by the back of the neck, dragging Harris to his feet as well. He then whips Harris into the ropes, only to have him return and dodge an attempted clothesline. As Harris bounces off the opposite ropes and returns, Williams slaps his arms around him and tosses him over his head with a belly to belly suplex. Harris smacks the mat hard and begins favoring his lower back from the impact of the move. But Williams doesn’t let up. He immediately climbs to his feet and runs over to Harris before stomping away at his chest and midsection mercilessly. He then hauls Harris to his feet once again, now in a crouched over position, and shoves his head between his legs. Williams then jacks Harris up over his head and slams him right back down with a ring quaking powerbomb!
David Wright: Sean Williams with a beautiful powerbomb to Erik Harris. This would be a perfect opportunity to go for the pin but neither one of these men can do that unless the other one is bleeding.
Reggie Stallworth: Which will probably be happening pretty damn soon.
As Harris rolls around the ring, obviously in pain, Sean Williams lifts him up once more. Williams then goes for his triple suplex move but Harris holds fast. Williams than begins to blast him with forearm shots to the head. He then grabs Harris by the wrist and sends him sailing across the ring into the opposite corner. Harris’s back slams against the ring post hard. Williams immediately charges at him but Harris manages to lift his leg, smacking Williams square in the chest with his boot. Sean flies back just as quickly as he came and hits the canvas hard.
Reggie Stallworth: Finally! Harris was in there getting his ass whooped.
David Wright: Yeah, but with that big boot he may have just turned the tables.
With Williams down, Harris takes a moment to recompose himself. Meanwhile, T.C. circles the ring as Sean pushes himself up on all fours. Harris takes this opportunity to bring his foot up straight into the chin of Sean Williams, placing him right back down where he’d just gotten up. Now going for Williams once more, Harris gets him up and puts him into position, executing a Samoan drop onto him. It seems as though Harris is ready to go for a pin but he suddenly hesitates. Instead, Harris sits Williams up and leans over top of him. He then begins to pound him in the face with closed fists over and over again.
David Wright: I think Harris is trying to bust Williams open.
Reggie Stallworth: He’s not gonna do it with them bitch ass punches though!
Harris continues his assault but eventually grows tired of it. He then hits Williams with a hard knee to the face and follows up with devastating pump handle slam. With Williams down, Harris quickly hops off the second rope and lands on his opponent with a lionsault. At this point, a pin is still not possible. Harris crawls to his feet, tugging Williams with him and begins to drag him over to the corner. With Williams still in tow, Harris begins to ascend the turnbuckles one by one until his reaches the top, where he then sits a dazed Sean Williams. Up there, Harris begins slamming him with closed fists to the face once again as the crowd counts along.
One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
David Wright: Harris still trying to draw blood.
Five…
Six…
Seven…
Ei…Sean Williams suddenly shoves Erik Harris off the top rope where he crashes into T.C. Payne!
Reggie Stallworth: Oh hell naw! Not T.C.!
David Wright: Harris just knocked out the ref!
Completely caught off guard by the attack, Harris rolls around the ring for a moment as Sean Williams gets to his feet, still on the top turnbuckle. As Harris begins to get up Williams flies from up top, headed for a flying cross body block but Harris catches him dead center in the nose with a superkick out of nowhere! Williams goes down harder than Harris did! His hand immediately goes to clutch his nose as the camera closes in to see blood seeping between his fingers. Erik Harris has just bloodied the nose of Sean Williams!
Reggie Stallworth: Uh oh! There it is!
David Wright: And Harris draws blood with that superkick!
Harris immediately sees what he has done as goes to cover Sean Williams, but there is no one to count. T.C. Payne is still laid out in the ring. Harris looks over his shoulder at her and curses loudly, smacking the mat in frustration. He immediately goes to her side, trying to make her come to. But as this goes on Sean Williams is finally getting to his feet. Somewhat out of it, he catches wind of Harris tending to the passed out referee and stumbles over to the corner. Sean then rips off the turnbuckle’s covering, leaving the metal underneath exposed. He then drops to the floor and rolls out of the ring. Williams eyes a steel chair and immediately crabs it up. With the chair in his grasps he slides back into the ring. Harris, still oblivious, receives a sound chair shot straight to his bald head, leaving a huge dent in the metal. Sean then immediately hurls the chair over the top rope and out of the ring.
Reggie Stallworth: Williams bringing out the hardware!
David Wright: That chair shot could’ve cracked Harris’s skull wide open!
Sean then keeps up his pace, grabbing up Harris and shoves him towards the corner. He then grabs the back of his head and slams his forehead straight into the exposed metal. The crowd cringes at what has to be nothing short of agonizing. But Williams doesn’t stop there. He slams Erik’s head off the metal again, bouncing it off over and over again until Harris has a face covered in blood. Both men appear ghastly as the red liquid covers their faces. Somehow, though, Harris manages to toss an elbow into Sean’s ribcage, but Sean simply bounces his head off the metal once again. Harris elbows him in the ribs again before switching their positions. It is now Sean’s head the knocks against the steel!
David Wright: Wow, this is downright ugly. The hatred these men have for another runs deep and their letting it show here!
Reggie Stallworth: Damn…I’m surprised their still standing. The blood is just pouring.
Still bleeding profusely, the men break into an all out brawl in the center of the ring as T.C. finally begins to awaken. She rolls out of the way just in time as Harris and Williams clash in the center of the ring, elbows and fists flying. Harris manages to get the upper hand on Williams as he maneuvers behind Williams and locks in a dragon sleeper hold, but Williams manages to reverse the hold, locking on a sleeper of his own. With the hold still in place, Sean pulls him to his feet, locking the move in tightly on a slowly fading Erik Harris before hitting him with a reverse DDT, driving the top of his head right into the mat! Williams doesn’t waste any time as he hooks Harris’ leg! T.C. immediately drops onto the mat!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
Sammantha Jinx: Here is your winner and the new PDW Bloodshed Champion…SEAN WILLIAMS!!!
David Wright: The kid did it!
Reggie Stallworth: After shedding much blood, Sean Williams picks up his first piece of gold in Platinum Dynasty Wrestling.
"Money On My Mind" by Lil' Wayne sounds throughout the arena as T.C. Payne hands Sean Williams his Championship belt.
As the scene cuts backstage we see the PDW owner Star sauntering through the halls alone. She soon comes on the door to her office. Star takes a deep, exhausted breath, runs her fingers through her silky mane and opens the door. She then enters slowly but soon comes to a halt at what she sees inside the room.
Star: What...the...hell?
The view pans around not only showing Star’s sister Angelique but Blake Selters as well. Being the first PPV since PDW reopened Blake was dressed in an all white tuxedo. In his arms was a baby that seemed to have his full attention. Angelique held a child as well but as they turn toward Star you could see that Blake was the one holding on to Sianni while Angelique held an unknown baby
Blake: Well well… and here’s your mom and she doesn’t look too happy.
There was a lot of truth to that. Star really doesn't look happy. But Angelique, who was just smiling ear to ear, now appears as though she's just seen a ghost.
Angelique: Oh, Star. Hey.
Star: What's going on, Angel? Blake?
Blake: Oh this. I had Angelique here bring little Sianni here. With everything going on in your life these past few weeks let’s just say I decided to make sure she got the attention she needed along with Blake Jr. that is. She is as safe as if she were in her mother’s arms. You know, just in case anymore mysterious almost accidents happen to you.
Star isn't moved at all. Instead, she still looks pissed as all hell. She looks from Blake to her sister.
Star: Angel?
Angel: I'm...I-I thought that since this was the big show you'd want to experience it with...
Star: You THOUGHT? Ha, you haven't been doing a great job with "thinking" lately, have you?
Blake steps in front of Angelique and motions for Star to be a bit quieter.
Blake: They are trying to go to sleep. Now pull those claws back in. Do you think I’d risk something happening to these kids. If you worry just think, the one your sister is holding is mine. No one touches him or even looks at him without me supervising and at the moment that goes for this cute little one too who happens to have her mother’s beauty. It is simply in their best interest to be where you know you can check on them in person. A phone call on a night like this. PDW’s crowning of champions of sorts. It’s almost a must. If you wish to yell go right ahead , however I’ll remind you that this cutie is sleepy.
Star continues to stand there look between them all, feelings that Blake it somewhat right after everything that's been happening. But instead of saying so, Star quickly shoots her sister a look before storming out of the room to handle "business".
Blake smiled knowing for now he had proved his point to Star that he was more than just some business man she hired. He actually was smarter than many would give him credit for. He turns his attention to Angelique and gave a confident smirk
Blake: See I told you she would understand. I’m someone she can trust. May be one of the only ones besides you, from what I have been seeing.
Angelique nods in response.
Angel: That's true. But I can’t help but think she's just not very happy about this.
Blake: I'd say it’s more of a trust issue where I am concerned. If I were her, I'd be the same way. In the meantime shall we put the little ones down and enjoy the show. My body guards are all around in this building and we are here to watch them. Might as well be entertained.
Angel: Good idea.
The camera pans in The University of Penn Hospital. Inside the room you can see Toni Terror in one corner while Kindred is in another. The ref is between the two superstars laying down the rules of the match. After telling the rules to each parties the ref moves out of the way and you can see the tension fill up the room, The place was like any hospital room full of different equipments and beds. Kindred looks over Toni once again with hatred and each goes on to the attack, Kindred quickly takes the upper hand and hits Toni Terror square in the face hard, Toni comes back with a punch of her own but Kindred blocks it and turns it into a Gutwrench Back-breaker. Kindred then walks over to a bed and flips in on top of Toni, he goes and climbs into one of the other beds in the room waiting for Toni to get herself off the floor, once she does he leaps from the beds and collides with Toni sending her straight to the medicine cabinet.
Reggie Stallworth: Damn! Well, at least they're in a hospital after one of them gets crippled.
David Wright: Kindred is obviously looking for some payback here.
Reggie Stallworth: Well, after the attack on her Queen..can you really blame him?
Kindred now gets Toni to her feet and gets in a chop block on her chest area then he nails in a swift knee to the midsection before attempting to send Toni across the room, but the Diva manages to turn herself over and throws Kindred instead. She quickly goes on the attack and mounts him with punches over his face and some bites as well. She then gets herself off him and walks toward the medicine cabinet carefully not trying to cut herself in the process with the shattered glass. She takes a syringe from out of it and fills it up with a sedative. She laughs and walks toward Kindred attempting to inject him with it, but he swiftly kicks her square in the face sending her over a bed. Kindred then grabs hold of both her legs and swings her body upward so her face collided throw another glass cabinet...he goes for the cover...
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TWO…
THRE...No..Toni manages to get her hand up in the nick of time. This doesn't sit well with Kindred who takes hold of a bed sheet and uses it to choke out Toni, he then moves it up a notch and starts to drag her across the room with it, finally though Toni manages to kick him square in the face and quickly grabs hold off a bedpan full of human urine, she makes a disgusted face and throws it at Kindred next. Kindred goes backwards trying to get the liquid off his face and Toni uses this and climbs on top of a bed coming down with a Lou Thesz Press..She then covers..
ONE…
TWO…
THR...Kindred this time manages to get Toni off him in the nick of time, He was still having trouble with the smell on him and this causes Toni to laugh uncontrollably, she walks over to same bedpan and swings it across his back then she grabs on to his face and places him in a sleeper hold position.
Reggie Stallworth: My boy Kindred got piss thrown at his face...how the hell is Carliee ever going to want to kiss him after that!
David Wright: I am sure that he got other important things to think about other than his fiancée.
Reggie Stallworth: Just cause you ain't getting no booty Dave doesn't mean that rest of us shouldn't!
Kindred now still placed in the sleeper hold looked like he was about to pass out now. The ref goes to check on his arms dropping them down to see if he was completely out of it, but ala Hulk Hogan Kindred gets one hand up and takes hold of Toni's locks pulling them down hard. She lets go of the hold and Kindred crawls to a corner for some breath, Toni then looks over to him with a pissed off expression and charges to him...Kindred though gets to his feet quickly and spears her through the hospital room door. He grabs Toni off the floor who had shards of glass stuck on her skin and drags her across the hospital. He throws her on top of a moving hospital bed and starts running with it full speed and releases it until the bed crashes into a wall. Toni Terror falls down hard after that but she manages to get herself up using the bed, and just as she does this Kindred comes off the counter with a flying lariat...Kindred covers next.
ONE...
TWO…
THR...No...Toni was not quite out yet and uses her body strength to get out of the pin count. Kindred gets to his feet once again and kicks Toni in the midsection, he then gets her up from the floor and then swings her toward the counter. Toni connects with it and takes hold of her back in pain, Kindred goes on to the attack but Toni moves out of the way and kicks Kindred across the face sending him back a little, she moves to position herself on top of the counter and leaps on Kindred with a dragonrana off the top. Toni wastes no time and takes up a chair from the receptionist who was looking at the carnage in awe, Toni picks up the chair and closes it before whacking Kindred over the head with it 2 times. Satisfied she starts to drag Kindred by both feet into another Hospital room, In there she places him over a bed and plugs in a machine. She rips off his shirt completely and then taps the two things together before yelling out CLEAR...and places it on Kindred who gets an intensified electrical surge on his body.
David Wright: Oh..My..God!
Reggie Stallworth: That woman...that bitch ain't right.
Toni next goes to do the same thing again, but Kindred manages to get off the bed in the nick of time making his way out of the room. Toni quickly goes to his chase and grabs hold off his legs bringing him back into the room, she raises him to his feet and attempts to hit him with a DDT but Kindred blocks the move by grabbing hold of the bed bars, and Toni lands hard on the concrete floor. London next uses his quickness by kicking Toni in the face, then picks her up forcefully throwing her on the bed. Turning her straight, on the bed..Kindred reaches for the control of the bed. in which he starts pressing the buttons Up, Down, Fold, Nurse. With a sick grin, London hit the fold up button, as the bed began rising up and after a few seconds of holding his finger down on the button, the bed had quickly become a V-Shape, with Toni folded up, no way out …squashed in. London quickly laughed, picking up the bedpan and hitting her upside the head with it. Now with Toni laid out, London turns on one of the machines that was near, He grabs hold the gas mask as Toni watches terrified at what was going on. Then Kindred uses a button which makes the bed start closing down trapping Toni like a sandwich. Squeezing, trying to get out. London continues smiling, as she can't do anything about it. Taking the mask, he fights to get it placed on her head and face. Grabbing the infamous bedpan again, this time instead on top of her head Kindred smashes it into the front of her face. Toni then begins to bleed from the nose slightly. London grabbing the gas mask once again finally gets it on her. As the gas begins to flow from the machine into the mask, Terror's head begins to go into a lean sleeping mode.
David Wright: All he has to do now is cover her and get the win Reggie..
Reggie Stallworth: I don't know about that...I think he's looking to inflict more damage on Toni before that happens.
Next Kindred releases the bed from the position it was in and quickly places over his shoulders a comatose Toni, He then walks out of the room. The camera follows along and watches him enter another bedroom, inside he drops her down a bed and walks over to the bathroom coming out with a bucket of ice cold water. He takes a metal tray that was near the bed stand and places it next to Toni, he then grabs hold of the ice cold water once again and throws the cold water on the face of Toni quickly waking her up from her sleep, and just as she stares shockingly around the room, London smacks her over the head with the metal tray sending her over the bed to the floor. Toni now takes her face in pain that was bleeding and gets to her feet, Kindred comes down her next with a kick to the midsection and a punch, Toni blocks in one punch with the little of strength she had and gauges his eyes. London stumbles back but shakes it off taking hold of Toni by her hair, he knees her in the gut, then swings her toward the wall hard. Toni connects with the wall and then Kindred throws over her a chair which she manages to move out of the way from. He goes over her not wasting time and tries to pick her up from the floor, but Toni elbows him in the rib cage and flips him over with a schoolboy...
ONE...
TWO…
...Kindred kicks out and Toni taps the floor frustrated. Toni then crawls under the bed to pick up the metal tray off the floor and takes it to her hands. Kindred who was getting to his feet turns around to face Toni, and as he does this Toni who had by now climbed on top of the bed comes off it raising the metal tray up in the air connects with the head of Kindred busting it wide open in the process. Toni smiles at her work and walks toward the medicine cabinet, she looks savagely for something and doesn't find anything useful at all, but then a devilishly grin come off her face and literally uses the entire cabinet by throwing it on top of Kindred. Kindred grunts in pain as he tries to get out under it, but the cabinet had landed right on his legs preventing him from moving. Toni walks over to the other side of Kindred and nails in a Leg drop, she then wraps both legs on Kindred. Once again, Kindred looked like he was about to pass out this giving the win to Toni by submission, but out of nowhere Carliee comes bursting in the room and grabs Toni by the hair making her release the hold on Kindred. She slaps her across the face next and then plants her down with The Bow down (Implant DDT) Toni rolls over to the floor, and Carliee quickly goes to help her man. With all her strength she manages to get the cabinet off Kindred. Carliee offers a smile as she now starts to get Kindred to his feet, but without notice Toni turns Carliee around and breaks a loose cabinet window on her head taking her out.
Reggie Stallworth: The Queen of down..I repeat..The Queen is Down!
Toni then grabs hold of Kindred by the neck and throws him over a bed, he falls down from it hard and she leaps on the bed, then comes down him with a moonsault to the ground floor. She goes for the cover but only manages to get a 2 count. Kindred gets to his feet first and then Toni follows, she punches him in the face and then eye gauges him. she then uses this opportunity and takes hold of the bed sheets, wraps it around his neck and snaps him over the floor. She runs to across the room and gets in a dropkick right in the back of Kindred. Following that Toni grabs London by the throat and takes him to his feet, she licks him mercilessly on the crotch and then plants him down with a Underhook DDT...Toni covers him...
ONE...
TWO....
THR...But evilly Toni raises Kindred's head before the 3 count was made. She then goes to grab a bedpan next and attempts to nail him with it, but Kindred swings his fists into the gut of Terror making her drop it, London then decides to kick her in the same spot before quickly grabbing the metal bedpan. With quick motion, he whacks her right on top of her head, sending back to the wall, soon after that smash he goes after her and does it again. This time creating a dent on the bottom of the pan. Holding her up, he tosses her on to bed stretcher. Watching his step, he takes a quick hop-up before hooking his arms around Toni's neck and hitting the "BREAKABITCH", bringing her full-force down onto the bed and floor, slumpish-like.
David Wright: This match is one of the most physical matches I have ever witnessed in my career as a commentator Reggie.
Reggie Stallworth: I think this is the one physical thing in your life David.
Kindred picks up Toni and watches his laid out fiancée across the room, he gets a maniacal expression on his face and attempts a Crossface armbreaker on Toni, but Toni rakes his eyes and goes off running out the room to the halls. Kindred goes on her chase and she starts throwing anything she finds along the way, hitting him with a plant in the process. Toni then grabs a stretcher she finds near and hits Kindred on the legs with it, London bents down from the pain short after and Toni comes in with a Kick to the back of the head...She covers..
ONE...
TWO…
THRE....Before the 3 count once again Kindred raises his hand up in the nick of time. Neither parties looked like they were ready to give up just yet. Toni clearly exhausted grabs hold of London and drabs him to the room where they first started fighting. She starts choking him out with both hands like a mad woman before starting to slam his head on the concrete floor aggressively. She clears the room with her eyes and finds what she was looking for...It was the syringe with the sedative and she takes it to her hand once again, but Kindred look like he was getting to his feet groggily..She doesn't waste time and grabs the syringe bringing it down to the back of the neck of Kindred, he falls to the ground with a thud out cold and Toni then covers him..
ONE...
TWO…
THREE!!
She did it! Toni has won the match. The Ref quickly goes over and raises her hand in the air, she stares down London with an evil smirk on her face and blows him a kiss. Inside the area they go to the ring with Sammantha standing in the middle.
Sammantha Jinx: And the winner of this match....TONI...TERROR!!
"Hip Hop Star" By Beyonce blasts through the arena speakers, Mercedes makes her way from behind the curtain wearing a black button up shirt that fits tightly around her stomach and a jean skirt with some black stockings and black stiletto boots. She stops at the top of the ramp and smiles as she listens to the cheers from the crowd, the music slowly faded as she paced back and forth at the top of the ramp.
Mercedes: I hope everyone is having a good time tonight.
The crowd cheers.
Mercedes: That's exactly the applause and noise I want to hear from you people. Reckless Endangerment has been wonderful so far and I would like to thank everyone for attending the show.
Mercedes makes her way down the ramp still holding the mic in her hand, she slowly walks up the stairs and climbs into the ring.
Mercedes: But don't think the show is over, because we have more surpri-
Before Mercedes could finish, "Hail Sicilia" By An Unknown Band plays loudly on the speakers. Mercedes notices the music and she walks toward the apron leaning against the ropes, Giovanna makes her way from behind the curtain wearing another long black trench coat with the Italian flag printed on the thong she was wearing.
Giovanna: Mercedes! Mercedes! I see you're out here boring the crowd as usual, with your lame mic skills and your terrible hairdo.
The crowd boos.
Mercedes: Well you know Giovanna, I rather bore the crowd then to smell like a damn garbage truck.
The crowd erupts into cheers and laughter.
Giovanna: You've always had a sense of humor that was never funny to me Mercedes, but I do recall myself warning you to watch what comes out of your mouth.
Mercedes stands at the apron watching Giovanna closely as she slowly makes her way down the ramp.
Giovanna: I told you that mouth of yours would get you into trouble.
Mercedes drops the mic and waits for Giovanna to get down to the ring, not knowing that Santina was behind her. Mercedes backs into a chair shot from behind.
Giovanna: I warned you.
Mercedes falls to the mat screaming in pain, as Santina continue to hit Mercedes in her back with the chair. Giovanna slowly climbs into the ring and stands above Mercedes.
Giovanna: No one is going to help you Mercedes, you don't have the Kliq, you don't have your friends to help you. I told you to watch what you say to me, I warned you to never turn your backs on us and you didn't listen. LIFT HER UP SANTINA!
Santina slowly lifts Mercedes up from the ground, Giovanna drops the mic and bounces off the rope looking to connect with a clothesline but Mercedes ducks and Giovanna drops Santina down onto the mat with a hard clothesline. Giovanna starts screaming for Santina to get up, She turns and Mercedes kicks her in the midsection and hits a powerful DDT on Giovanna driving her head into the mat. Mercedes goes to lift Santina up but Santina punches Mercedes into her midsection and Mercedes backsup holding onto her stomach, Santina gets up and starts punching away at Mercedes face. Giovanna rises from the mat and starts punching away at Mercedes, Giovanna reaches down on the mat and grabs the chair, she smashes the chair into Mercedes back knocking her down onto the mat.
Giovanna: BITCH!
Santina slides out of the ring and reaches underneath the ring , pulling a table from underneath. She sets the table up on the outside of the ring and positions it right underneath the ropes, Giovanna continues to hit Mercedes with the chair, she finally throws the chair down on the mat and pulls Mercedes who is bleeding from the face up off of the mat. Giovanna then places Mercedes head between her legs and picks her up in a power bomb position, she walks over to the apron and power bombs Mercedes outside of the ring through the table and to the mat below. Mercedes falls hard to the mat, laying there motionless.
Santina: Ha! Ha! Ha! Do something now Mercedes!
Security and EMT's run from behind the curtain carrying a stretcher, Giovanna slides out of the ring and grabs Santina by the arm pulling her as they make their way over the barricade and through the crowd. The EMT's rush over to Mercedes to check on her as the scene fades to the backstage area.
The scene opens up backstage as Kayla Moore stands with a microphone backstage with a joyful smile on her face. She brings the microphone up as she looks to the camera and begins to speak.
Kayla: Tonight has been a great night so far. And it only proves to be better. As I have with me at the moment, one of the most recognized names when the letters P..D..W are said. He hasn't been vocal at the shows as of late, but what better way to get things going than right here tonight. Ladies and gentleman, please welcome...PDW's First Platinum Champion...Mike..Ryba!
Ryba steps onto the screen as he smiles to Kayla. His smile gets bigger as he can clearly hear the loud ovation from the fans in the arena as it almost shakes the ground from where he is stand. A 'Ryba' chant emerges as Ryba just laughs to himself and basks in it, before it gently dies down.
Kayla: Tonight you fight Ice for an opportunity to be the number one contender for the PDW Platinum Title. How does it feel that you have an chance to get a shot at a title, you never lost.
Ryba: Well Kayla. I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it. When I realized I wouldn't have the chance to make history twice, winning the title at the first pay per view again, I got a feeling that can be best described as, tight boxers cutting off the circulation to my nuts.
Kayla looks down a bit at the statement as Ryba continues to talk.
Ryba: It's alright sweetie, your still new..you will get used to me. But back to what I was saying. I was given the opportunity to having the shot with the match given to me tonight. Now as I am scheduled to fight a man, who I have said a thousand times already, is clever enough to sit down in a chair and the one name to describe himself, 'Ice', then I am sure that I can easily walk out of this match the winner. I told him he has his shot, his opportunity to back up his mouth and make sure his claims of being better then everyone else is on point. But since I doubt he is able to handle the heat of a big time match. I guess 'Ice' will simply melt in that heat. God that was corny..
Ryba shakes his head and looks down as he shrugs and looks back to Kayla with his trademark smile.
Kayla: And if you manage to win tonight, you will have a shot at whoever wins the Main Event. You have heard the names of the contestants, who do you feel will walk out with the title?
Ryba smiles as he shakes his head.
Ryba: Truthfully the answer is I don't care. But if you wan't me to choose, lets take a look at things shall we. You have Rachel Price, yeah..don't know her, don't care. You have The Champion, if his wrestling skills reflect his rather dumbass name, then he doesn't stand a chance. Julian Dark, I fought this man, I have beaten him. He is good when he wants to be when he isn't weighed down by vagina juice. You have John Raide. The man picked up a victory over myself and Kindred thanks to Carliee's paw scratch my scrotum. And then you have the Miracle Child Jake Matthews..and you clearly know the answer to him winning this match is simply hysterical laughter followed up by a violent outbreak of vomiting due to the laughter. So who will win that match tonight, I will. I am not in it, but the person who wins it will be able to deliver it to me with a red ribbon on it. And until then I will work on my project..
Kayla gets an intrigued look on her face as she tilts her head.
Kayla: Project?
Ryba's eyes go wide as he looks to Kayla.
Ryba: Yes. You see it is a product that when you suck on it, it changes colors and flavors. You see-
Ryba pulls his tights out and digs down, but as he does so, Johanna Vazquez comes onto the screen and grabs him by the ear.
Johanna: Enough already!
Ryba: Ow ow ow...Kayla call me, I need testers!
Kayla just chuckles as the scene fades back to the arena
Sammantha Jinx: The following contest is a contract ladder match to determine the number one contender to the Platinum Championship. In order to win a competitor must sign his name on the contract!
Reggie Stallworth: Did you hear that?
David Wright: Yeah, Reggie. I heard it. Sign the contract to win.
Sammantha Jinx: Introducing first, at a weight of 247 pounds and hailing from Detroit, Michigan, he is The Coldest Player in the game…ICE!!!
“The Ice Age has returned!”
Out of the blue, some orchestra music begins playing. The monologue that opens "Hate Me Now" by Nas begins, as an image of a man looking towards the floor comes up on the monitor over the ring entrance. The figure is dark, and the only thing making him distinct from the black background is a blue outline that surrounds him. It’s as if there is a blue spotlight behind him. The camera begins to zoom in on him. The camera gets closer and closer as the monologue continues. Just as some final words are uttered, the figure raises his head. It is then that you see the very savior of your federation...Ice. He flashes his trademark smirk to the camera, just in time for...
BOOM!
Reggie Stallworth: Oh my God…don’t tell me this man is gonna take the rest of the Pay Per View to get to the ring too!
A HUGE royal blue explosion emanates from the direct center of the stage, a "sparkler" type, forming the appearance of ice crystals high into the air, covering nearly the entire giant screen behind it. The heavy beat of "Hate Me Now" kicks in. As the pyro and smoke fade away, we see Ice standing where the pyro previously was, arms stretched high in the air. The giant screen flows instantly into a "highlight reel" of Ice moments as these lyrics blast over the PA system.
You can hate me now!
But I won't stop now!
Cause I can't stop now!
You can hate me now!
But I won't stop now!
Cause I can't stop now!
You can hate me now!
You can hate me nooow!
Reggie Stallworth: Yup, he is. All…damn…day.
With the highlights playing in the background, the Frozen One begins his arrogant walk down the ramp. As he walks down the ramp, ignoring the crowd full of heavy boos, he “dusts off” his abs. A few moments later, Ice ends his walk down the ramp. He hangs a left at the ring and heads up the stairs. He climbs quickly up the first and second step, but then leaps from there onto the side of the apron. He lands with just his left foot on the apron, and his left hand catches the top rope to keep his balance. He swings his right foot back onto the apron, and then stands outside of the ropes. He looks up to the ceiling and snaps his fingers. Just like that, four separate spotlights come one, with each one on a different side of the ring.
David Wright: You gotta admit though, this guy is pretty cool.
Reggie Stallworth: Are you being serious or was that a whack ass pun?
Ice then enters the ring and casually walks to the camera-side of the ring. He leans over the top rope. With both of his hands, he points at himself. He looks dead in the camera, mouths some words, and simply smirks. He turns back around and heads to the center of the ring…
At the center of the ring and looking directly into the center of the camera, Ice claps his hands. The four separate spotlights then converge on Ice, suddenly turning from white light into a dark blue spotlight. The Frozen One simply smirks. After a few moments, he walks over to one of the ring corners and then jumps to the second turnbuckle. He extends his arms to the gods again, looking above him, and mouth’s the words, “Hate me.” Ice jumps down, sits on the mat, and rests his arms on the second rope as he awaits his opponent.
Sammantha Jinx: And his opponent straight from the Jersey Shore. He weighs in at 286 pounds…MIKE RYBA!!!
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.
Reggie Stallworth: Now he got pyro with a cool ass entrance and it still didn’t take him half the night to get here!
David Wright: Reggie, come on, man. Let it go.
Above the ring the camera briefly focuses on a single piece of paper dangles with a pen attached to it. It then cuts back to the center of the ring. With both men now in the ring as well as T.C. Payne, the bell sounds out and the match begins. Both men lock up in the center of the ring, with Ryba overpowering Ice and tossing him into a side headlock. Ice manages to toss Ryba into the ropes, but Ryba bounces back with a running clothesline that sends Ice crashing into the mat. With a pause, Ryba looks out into the crowd for a moment before going to pick Ice up off the canvas. Ryba then begins executing hard chops across Ice’s chest, back him up into the ropes. Ryba jacks Ice up and plants him back down onto the mat with a stalling suplex.
David Wright: Ryba is already off to a great start. He seems to be feeling this match already, much more alive than he’s been in his first two matches in this remix of Platinum Dynasty Wrestling.
Reggie Stallworth: Remix. Stop tryna be hip, man. You’re still a square.
Ice is laid out flat on the floor. Ryba lays a few boots to him for good measure before yanking him to his feet once again. As Ryba goes to toss Ice into the ropes, Ice surprises him with a forearm to the head. He follows up with another forearm before flipping Ryba around and nailing him with a reverse DDT. Quickly getting to his feet, Ice heads for the ropes and strikes Ryba with a spring board corkscrew moonsault, displaying impressive semi-aerial ability. Believing that he has a window of opportunity, Ice hits the mat and rolls out. He then climbs under the ring and slides out a huge steel ladder.
David Wright: And Ice is pulling out the artillery.
Reggie Stallworth: Won’t win no other way.
Ice lifts the ladder and goes to slide it into the ring. But by now Ryba has made it to his feet. He baseball slides into the ladder and the opposite end smacks Ice dead in the face. He falls back into the announcer’s table, caught off guard by the move and Ryba follows him out. Ryba picks Ice up off the floor and smacks his head against the announcer’s table. He then goes to swing Ice into the apron, but Ice reverses the momentum and Ryba slams back first into the steel steps. Taking this opportunity, Ice picks up the ladder once again and slides it into the ring. He quickly follows after it and opens it, preparing to set it up. But as he does so Mike Ryba at last climbs to his feet and slides into the ring after Ice. Failing to notice this, Ice continues on with the ladder before turning around and walking right into a stiff European uppercut from Ryba!
Reggie Stallworth: Damn! Ryba just rocked Ice’s jaw with that one!
David Wright: And Ice just fell back into the ladder!
Ice’s broken body lays stretched across the ladder. Ryba pulls the ladder out from under him and begins to set it up in the center of the ring. And with that he begins to ascend, climbing up just a few rungs before Ice finally gets back to his feet. He quickly runs up and grabs Ryba by the back of his hair. Ice then gives Ryba a swift shot to his lower back and yanks him off the ladder back down to the canvas. As soon as Ryba goes down Ice is on top of him with vicious kicks. He then picks Ryba up chops him across the neck.
David Wright: And there goes Ice gaining the upper hand.
Reggie Stallworth: Now he needs to get his ass up that ladder.
After a snake eyes to the corner, Ryba is stunned as he holds his face as he drops to a knee. Ice looks over to the set up ladder and begins to climb up it, as Ryba is slow to move. As Ice gets to the top, Ryba regains himself and walks over to the opposite side. Instead of climbing, he smiles as he grabs the bottom step and pulls up, tipping the ladder and sending Ice to the outside, hanging himself up on the guard rail as he drops to the padded outside like a ton of bricks. Ryba slides to the outside as he goes after Ice, but catches the attention of a fan made sign. He walks over to it and grabs it as he walks to the camera standing in front of it. He holds the sign up to the camera, as it reads " We Want Mercer!". As the sign is projected on the big screen, the fans roar as a 'Mercer' chant begins to erupt. The camera pans out as it shows Ryba.
Ryba: Come on motherfucker, sign that contract and let’s go. You hear them! And to help seal that deal, I will do this one thing for you!
Ryba drops the sign and looks at Ice who is still on the ground. Ryba begins to pop and lock as the fans cheer and laugh. As he finishes with a 'heart beat' move, he then proceeds to violently kick at Ice on the floor.
David Wright: Wow. Did you see that?!
Reggie Stallworth: Who the hell is Michael Mercer?
David Wright: Man, you should totally be fired for saying that.
Reggie Stallworth: Ryba should get fired for dancing like that first.
Satisfied with what he’s done, Ryba then turns back towards the ring, picking up Ice as he does so, and makes his way inside. Ryba lays the ladder down in the ring and grabs Ice from the back of his head. He places Ice between his legs and proceeds to hoist him up, powerbombing Ice onto the ladder. The echo sounds off as Ryba doesn't let go, picking Ice up with his strength and slams him down on the ladder again. As Ice lays there, Ryba goes outside and grabs a chair, sliding it into the ring and then reaching under the ring to pool out a cooler. He grabs the cup that is in the cooler and enters the ring. He sets the chair up and sits down in the corner. As he sits there, he chugs whatever is in the cup and then sticks his hand inside. He pulls out a handful of Ice cubes, and for no reason at all, begins to peg the fallen Ice in the head with them. The fans cheer and laugh as Ryba shrugs as he finishes pegging him and stands up.
David Wright: Haha, Ryba’s classic.
Reggie Stallworth: A classic fool, but I can dig it. He needs to chill though before his manager ends up kicking his ass!
Ryba bends to pick up Ice who suddenly blasts him in the face with one of his boots. The former champion stumbles back in shock and pain as Ice struggles to make it to his feet. Mustering up all that he can Ice charges across the ring and hits Ryba with a high knee. Ryba reels as Ice makes way back over to the ladder. And after take a deep breath Ice begins to climb, and with an impressive amount of speed after everything he’d just been through. But as he begins to make his way up, so does Mike Ryba. He too sails up the ladder, headed to the top. It seems as though both men grab for the contract at the same time. It is in both of their clutches as it is pulled from it’s spot on the wire right along with the pen.
Reggie Stallworth: Uh oh! They both got it!
David Wright: The contract for the Platinum Title Match!
As Ryba and Ice both exchange blows on the top of the ladder, the contract gets lost in the mix and slowly floats to the mat below. It seems like Ice might be getting the upperhand, before Ryba fires back with a stiff shot that staggers Ice. As Ice goes to fire back, Ryba takes the back of his hand and quickly snap hits him in the nuts. The fans let out a "Wooo" as Ice doubles over on the ladder. Ryba steps up one more and places Ice's head between his legs. He double underhooks him as the fans roar as Ryba begins to shout out and place to the crowd. He then lifts Ice up and falls back as the ladder tips. The impact shakes the ring as he catches Ice with the double underhook pilderiver 'Fuck that Noise'. The fans roar as both men lay in the ring.
Reggie Stallworth: FUCK THAT NOISE!
David Wright: And from the top of the ladder at that!!!
After such a high impact move neither man seems to have much left. They stir simultaneously, with Ryba flipping himself over onto his stomach. Ice’s head rolls to the side as he searches around the ring. The pen lies right at his side…but the contract is much closer to Ryba. Ice grabs up the pen and now flips over to his stomach. But just as he begins to shake off the pain, Ryba grabs the contract and boots Ice directly in the face! He snatches up the pen and signs “Mike Ryba” right on the dotted line!
Reggie Stallworth: He did!
David Wright: Ryba signed the contract!
T.C. Payne heads over to retrieve the contract from him, inspecting it before she calls for the bell.
Sammantha Jinx: The winner of the match and number one contender to the Platinum Championship…MIKE RYBA!!!
The Camera pans in the backstage area focusing on the faces of some unknown men drooling out of their asses. The view then shifts focus on what the men were staring at, Farah Jamison, the Directrix of Talent relations is shown walking dressed in a skimpy outfit that can barely cover her God given assets. The view then begins to zoom in at her toes slowly moving in the upper region completely getting a good look at PDW's Glam Queen rack. She has a smile on her face as she walks and waves at some of the people.
Guy: Can..I have your autograph?
Farah looks at the guy giving him a radiant smile that almost made him faint in the spot. She picks up the pen he had handed to her and took the notepad from his hands, then she looks at him one more time, laughs at his face and throws the notepad alongside the pen into the garbage can.
Guy: Why..why you do that for?
Farah: Because you is boring me!...Now get out of my way you bum before I call security here to escort you out of the building. Do you know is not allowed to talk to me when you look like an uglier version of William Hung?
The guy looks at Farah shocked.
Guy: You're nothing, but a...
Farah: A beauty..a glorious creation of God? A magnificent being perhaps? Either way ugly one, I don't have time to listen to such ludicrous idiocies from a guy such as yourself.
Without saying one more word Farah flicks her hair right in his face and walks away living him with the word caught in his mouth. She laughs all the way toward her office and opens up her door, once inside she stares oddly at an item placed on top of her desk. Slowly she starts walking toward it.
Farah: What the heck is this?...Did someone plant a bomb on me?
She walks in further in the room with caution taking her time before reaching the thing on her desk.
Farah: It don't sound like it's ticking...
Farah then looks at the item more carefully and picks up the note that was attached to it. She slowly reads the words out loud and you can see the camera looking at her facial expression turning into a person who has just been shocked.
Farah: This shit is from Julian..."To a special woman on her Special day..J"
She drops the card and picks up the box. It’s a simple black box with a golden ribbon tied around it. She unties the ribbon and lets it flutter to the ground. The box flips open and inside rests a 24 karat white gold I.D. bracelet. Farah picks it up and glances at it. Engraved on the nameplate in cursive writing it reads Farah Jamison on one line. Directly below her name it says birthday: November 3, 1983. She then places the bracelet back in it’s box. Once again she reads the note and laughs.
Farah: That man...I'm going to get him for this!
She laughs uncontrollably as the camera fades out.
The scene opens and we're backstage. Kayla with her permed black hair and caramel skin seems to shine from the overhead lights. The stage is set.
Kayla: Ladies and gentlemen, Reckless Endangerment is in full swing and my guest right now is a man who has seen it all and done it all. He's been to the top of the mountain and the bottom of the barrel. The wrestling circles say that if Nuclear Destruction is imminent, only two things will survive; cockroaches, and this man; John Raide.
The camera pans and we see John Raide, dressed for combat and wearing a black towel over his shoulders. His fists are taped, the back of the hands displaying in black Sharpie “MIRACLES =” and “FAIRY TALES”. He rolls his neck and then addresses Kayla.
John Raide: Speak.
Kayla: John Raide, tonight you're in for what many are calling one of the most grueling matches of your short but storied career. They're saying not since CMW will you be put to the test like you will be tonight. Tell the viewers what's going through your mind, right now?
Raide smirks.
John Raide: Figures. The one question on everybody's mind, everybody sitting at home and everybody sitting in this arena tonight. Hell, even to all the guys in that locker room... the one question on everybody's mind is... what's going through John Raide's mind?
Raide looks at Kayla.
John Raide: It's a simple enough answer, Kayla. It's so simple that I'm even gonna spell it out for you. You see, John Raide, like they say has seen and done it all. John Raide has been to hell and back. John Raide has captured World Gold more times than most dream of. John Raide has stood against impossible odds, adversaries as tall as God and as mighty as Odin himself. John Raide has stood against monsters and demons, against angels and relics of the past. And John Raide... has always won.
So you ask me, what's on John Raide's mind? What's on the mind of the One True Champion as he walks into this newfound contraption dubbed the “Platinum Chamber”? The answer is simple, Kayla. John Raide is thinking about one thing, and one thing only.
Victory.
You see, John Raide is stepping into that ring tonight, into this “Platinum Chamber”, and he's got to face four opponents. He's got to face his ex-wife, he's got to face a good kid who wants payback for two weeks ago, he's got to face a muscle bound, steroid freak that can only speak in vowels, and he's got to face the one man who has been built from the ground up, every detail predetermined and every outcome realized because of his success against one man... me.
Tonight I face Jake Matthews, a man who calls himself The Champion, Rachel Price, and Julian Dark. Four women who want nothing more than to take John Raide's balls. So really, what's on my mind? I'll tell you.
Raide rolls his neck once more.
John Raide: What's on John Raide's mind is victory. What's on John Raide's mind is survival. What's on John Raide's mind is the absolute vindiction that he will walk away the PDW Platinum Champion. I've got four opponents who all want their pound of flesh. Four opponents who'd rather see John Raide found in an alley somewhere beaten to death. Four opponents who'd rather John Raide had an accident and didn't even show up for the match... four opponents, who know they don't stand a chance in hell.
Kayla: I see. Like you said, you're facing off against four opponents who want to see John Raide finished and out of the way. Who do you feel is the biggest threat to your chance at winning the Platinum Title?
John Raide: Biggest threat? Considering the opposition that isn't saying much, but I digress. The biggest threat would have to be Jake Matthews. Here is a man who has tried to piggy back on my success and so far has done quite well for himself. Jake Matthews is a follower, not a leader. He's a man who can only come so far by himself, and when there's no one out there to lend a hand and push him the rest of the way, he falls to pieces on himself. He's a man who is more synonymous with choking than he is with winning. Tell me Kayla, what exactly do you expect from a man who still calls himself the “Miracle Boy”?
Kayla: Well... he is a good wrestler...
John Raide: And that's the problem. He's good, but he's not John f-beep-ing Raide.
Kayla: Whoa! Hey now. Okay. I see this is a touchy subject--
John Raide: It's not touchy, Kayla. The truth of the matter is that Jake Matthews is the biggest Will-Not walking the face of this Earth. Ever since I made him, ever since he was given the opportunity to step between those ropes and enter the ring with the One True Champion, he's been trying to emulate my success ever since. And the only time he's ever been able to come even close to the success I've seen... is when I'm around. Now why do you think that is, Kayla?
Kayla: In his defense he--
John Raide: The reason is simple. Jake Matthews is like a leech. He's a man who thrives on his opposition doing the work for him. He's a man who'd rather let the other guy do everything and sneak in at the last possible moment in order to try and steal his chance at glory. Perfect example. The qualifiers for this match were decided, but Jake Matthews shows up and what happens? He's got a Platinum Qualifier match.... and not even against a tough opponent, no less.
Kayla: I see. You also kind of showed up and were in a qualifier match, what do you think of that?
John Raide: I admit it. I showed up without having ever stepped between PDW's doors before, and I was thrust into the main event. Imagine that. A man, a fighter, who has earned every ounce of pleasure and pain that has been thrown his way, gets a chance for a chance at Platinum gold... the difference between Jake and I, Kayla, is that I went through hell and three tough as nails opponents to do so. I beat Kindred London, Toni Terror, and the famed former Platinum Champion Mike Ryba to do it. Who did Jake beat?
Kayla: Point taken. And with that in mind, what do you think about the so-called “easy road” Jake has faced to get here?
John Raide: I think it stinks. I think that Jake Matthews needs to stop riding my jock and needs to start focusing on defining himself instead of allowing others to define him. I think he needs to get off the couch and start thinking of ways to boost his own status instead of trying to rub shoulders with whoever's on top. I think it's time Jake Matthews got a wake up call and if history's proven anything, it's proven I'm the man to do it.
Kayla: And how do you feel about your ex-wife being in the match?
John pauses for a moment, and this time cracks his knuckles before answering.
John Raide: Conflicted. I feel conflicted about her being in the match.
Kayla: Because you might still love her?
Raide laughs.
John Raide: No. I'm conflicted because I don't know whether to break her head open or let Matthews take care of her. She's just as bad as he is, to be honest. She's the cling-on that won't let go. We have a storied history, but that doesn't mean shit here. We have a storied history, yeah, but she refuses to let go of what she was a long time ago. She's still stuck in the past and she's still waiting for someone to hand her all the world because she f-beep-ed John Raide. Bad news for her is, almost everybody's had a chance with John Raide. Some make the cut, and some turn into Rachel Price whose sole reason for living is trying to find a new way to latch onto my fame and my fortune. She makes me sick.
Kayla: Wow. Bitter?
John Raide: I'm not bitter. I'm motivated.
Kayla: And Julian Dark?
John Raide: Julian's a good kid. I'll give him that. Two weeks ago he poked a dragon with a very sharp stick in a match, and he found out what John Raide's all about. Julian Dark is the kind of man who, even though he may not be the brightest bulb on the tree, knows when to change his style and when to hang it up. I'm praying for his sake, he does the latter. He found out something everyone has a chance to learn, Kayla; no matter how far you think you can push yourself, John Raide will ALWAYS push himself farther. I'm all about competition, Kayla. I'm all about eliminating whoever's standing in my way to get what I want... and right now... I want the Platinum Title.
Kayla: Wow.
John Raide: And let me guess, The Champi--
? : Hey.
The camera turns and we see Jake Matthews walking down the hallway. He walks up and on frame, pretty much pushing Kayla out of the way, staring down at John Raide.
Jake Matthews: You think you're brave, huh? You think you're still hot shit, don't you Raide?
Raide smirks.
Jake Matthews: Talkin' about me like you know me. Man, you're lucky I don't let your face touch pavement right now.
John Raide: Truth?
Jake Matthews: Yeah. Truth.
John Raide: If you really could, Jake, you would've done it three years ago.
Matthews pauses, a quick flash of anger showing, and then reverts back to his normal, cocky self.
Jake Matthews: Nah, it's all right man. I already beat you once. Don't matter how I did it. I did it. You and I ain't got nothin' left to prove. The funny thing is, you're the one saying I'm living in the past and trying to reset my fifteen minutes, and you're the punk bitch who keeps bringing up CMW.
Raide nods.
Jake Matthews: Got nothin' to that, do you?
Raide stands there, looking up at Matthews, smiling.
Jake Matthews: The f-beep- you smilin' at?
John Raide: Jake, I may bring up CMW. I may remember my roots and I may still wear CMW on my sleeve, but you need to ask yourself, what're you more afraid of? John Raide of old, or John Raide coming to your house and stealing your spotlight? Are you more afraid of John Raide breaking your head, or afraid of John Raide being what you never could be?
Jake Matthews: And what's that?
John Raide: Close to Star.
Matthews's jaw locks, and the audible clicking and grinding displays prominently the fury he's no doubt feeling.
Jake Matthews: You know what? F-beep- you. I'm out. See you out there, you punk bitch.
Matthews leaves the frame, and we focus in on Raide blue-gray eyes following, never wavering, a small grin beginning to spread.
The camera fades into the Dynasty Spectrum where the entire arena stands to their feet in an explosion of cheers for the upcoming match. The camera then closes in on the large, near-sphere dome that is the “Platinum Chamber” that now covers the ring. The steel chain and girder built structure is laced with shiny barbed wire along the inner lining of it. Just outside around the ring lays a steel ladder, a table, a large white bag marked “Thumbtacks”, a sledge hammer, two steel chairs, and a fire extinguisher. On one wall of the structure hangs a large mirror while on the other is a frame the same size that houses a portrait of The Glittering Goddess, Star holding the beautiful Platinum Championship. The camera then cuts to ringside where both David Wright and Reggie Stallworth sit.
David Wright: And we’ve finally made it. The match EVERYONE has been waiting for since the return of Platinum Dynasty Wrestling on January 8th. And right there is the amazing structure known as “The Platinum Chamber”.
Reggie Stallworth: Man, just looking at that thing scares me. I would hate to be locked up in there!
David Wright: Well, we’re about to see five PDW superstars do just that. And the only way to get out is to be pinned or to tap out!
Reggie Stallworth: Unless you win, of course.
The camera briefly cuts to both T.C. Payne and Sammantha Jinx standing outside of the chamber.
Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentlemen, our Reckless Endangerment Main Event! The following contest is a Platinum Chamber Match for the PDW Platinum Championship!
“Fake It” by Seether plays over the P.A. system and out walks Rachel Price, with a grin on her face and ready to whoop some ass.
Sammantha Jinx: Coming to the ring first, at a weight of 130 pounds, she is…RACHEL PRICE!!!
As T.C. stands right by the open door to the Platinum Chamber, Rachel heads down the ramp and walks inside, looking around the chamber with a satisfied grin as she enters the ring.
Sammantha Jinx: And next, from Eagle Rock, California….JULIAN DARK!!!
"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 runs into the Chamber, jumps onto the apron, grabs the top rope, and flips into the ring.
Sammantha Jinx: Introducing next, known to us all as the 70 Time World Champion…The…CHAMPION!!!
The arena darkens as the sound of stomping and clapping blare through the speakers leading to the crowd in attendance doing the same
WE!
WILL!
WE!
WILL!
ROCK YOU!
The screen flashes the lyrics on cue as the fans chant along to the chorus. A lone spotlight shines at the top of the entrance ramp as it reveals The Champion accompanied by The Valet and The Manager. The arena brightens up as they make their way to ringside. Once at ringside, The Champion enters the ring, followed by The Manager who escorts The Valet to enter last. As The Champion poses, The Manager takes his Championship Belt for safekeeping and The Valet poses seductively with him.
Sammantha Jinx: And next…coming straight from Portland, Maine…JOHN RAIDE!!!
The lights dim. There is an ambient green and purple mist that seems to rain down from the rafters and slowly envelopes the crowd in a hazy fog. Amidst the asthma coughing fits and blackened lungs, the cameras pan around the building. "Lunatic Fringe" by Red Rider seems to hover across the airwaves, with the bass and guitar kicking in, the fans know what to expect now. Chants of "Fade-to-Black" echo throughout the arena, and it doesn't take long before the sea of heads turn in one direction. Across from the entrance and deep into the sea of people, John Raide lurks among the crowd dressed in his attire, a black towel over his head. He is escorted by a security detail as they push and shove their way through the crowd, eventually making it to the barricade where event security opens the railing and allows him through. Raide stops for a moment and surveys the arena before entering the Chamber, marching up the steel steps before him and pausing once more on the apron. He then swiftly moves between the ropes and enters the ring, walking quickly to his designated corner and hopping up onto the second rope, where he raises his arm in the air to the fans applause. He stops there for a moment, looking over the crowd before jumping back down, turning and leaning into the turnbuckle.
Sammantha Jinx: And last but certainly not least…from Stillwater, Oklahoma, he is “The Miracle Boy”…JAKE MATTHEWS!!!
The arena goes dark as a voice is heard coming through the PA system.
"Start with Straight Shots and then Pop Bottles"
"Flirt with the Hood Rats and then Pop Models"
Air raid sirens blare through the darkness.
"Start with Straight Shots and then Pop Bottles"
"Flirt with the Hood Rats and then Pop Models"
Suddenly, pyro explodes all over the stage as the house lights come back on illuminating the arena. There in plain view is The Miracle Boy Jake Matthews, standing there with an emotionless expression on his face. His hooded vest covering his eyes, he just stands there.
"Okay we Poppin' Champagne like we won a Championship Game"
"Looks like I got on a Championship Ring"
Suddenly, a grin begins to appear on his face and he suddenly flips his head back, removing the hood covering his eyes. He looks around the arena for a moment, before making his way down the ramp and into the Chamber.
"'Cause I Ball Hard"
"No Wait I Ball Harder"
The music continues playing as Jake slides under the bottom rope and gets to his feet. He walks over to the far turnbuckle and climbs to the top, raising one fist high into the air. He looks around the arena with his infamous grin before hopping down. He removes his vest as the music dies down.
David Wright: Alrighty. All of our competitors are here and checking out that Chamber of Death!
Reggie Stallworth: Who you tellin’?
The Manager begins to make his way over to the announcer’s table but T.C. Payne suddenly stops him. He looks at her in confusion and we see her point to the backstage area. The Manager flags her off and continues on but T.C. stops him and sternly tells him as well as the valet to take their leave. With reluctance, both The Manager and The Valet exit to the back.
David Wright: Star’s informed us all that no “managers” or “valets” will be allowed out here tonight for this match.
Reggie Stallworth: Did she say why?
David Wright: Come on, Reg. This is Star we’re talking about. How often does she give a reason for a decision she’s made?
Reggie Stallworth: True that, true that. But maybe --
The arena slowly darkens as the Platinum Tron comes to life.
David Wright: What’s this? A surprise entrant?
A silhouetted image of a woman dances across the screen and soon switches to images of a bronze skinned beauty with a face recognized by the world. The scenes melt into a montage of white sand beaches of Haiti and the inner city streets of Philadelphia, which beautifully blend into one another. It finally pauses on the Swann Fountain of Philly. The crowd marvels at the spectacular sight as it closes in on an elaborate night display of water and lights.
David Wright: Oh wow…
Reggie Stallworth: Yes! YES!
It then zooms to the center and focuses in on the beautiful Star at the center of it all in a flowing white dress and dripping with sparkling diamonds, walking on the water but completely dry from head to toe. The sounds of her footsteps on the water echo through the arena as if she were in an empty hallway. A strobe light flashes as the scene on the screen continues and a show of white laser lights darts across the stage. We see the camera quickly zoom away from the screen until it is high above the entire state of Pennsylvania, then zooms even farther out above earth’s atmosphere. A hand accentuated by an impressive diamond ring closes around the planet from the bottom and as we head farther out, the Glittering Goddess is literally standing with the world in the palm of her hand.
Reggie Stallworth: It’s HER, people! My Goddess!
The opening sounds to “Flashing Lights ” by Kanye West featuring Dwele' sounds throughout the arena as a thick fog begins to creep onto the stage. The strobe light continues to flash rapidly as the laser lights continue to decorate the area. The beautiful Star soon emerges through the fog, dressed in white tailored Dolce & Gabbana pants suit. She stands on the stage for a moment, soaking up the adoration of the fans before making her way down the ramp, headed straight for the announcer’s table.
David Wright: And here I was thinking that third chair was for The Manager.
Star finally reaches them and takes her place in the chair, putting on the headset with a smile.
Star: Why, hello, gentlemen. Surprised to see me?
David Wright: Well, yes and no. This is the biggest match PDW has ever seen save the Road to Platinum Status finals.
Star: And of course I’d want to see this up close and personal. What a smart boy you are, David.
David Wright: I try.
With all competitors now inside the ring, T.C. locks up the Chamber and takes her place back outside of it. The bell rings and immediately all hell begins to break loose.
David Wright: And we’re off! Rachel Price heads STRAIGHT for the ex-husband, John Raide!
Star: No surprise there.
Reggie Stallworth: I dunno, y’all. I think they’ll get back together someday.
Star: Yeah, you would think something that retarded.
Price has backed Raide up into the corner with a vicious boot to the chest as the Champion immediately grabs both Matthews and Dark by the back of their necks and knocks their heads together. Price attacks Raide with a springboard dropkick that connects perfectly. She then climbs up and hauls Raide to his feet, slamming his head against the top turnbuckle repeatedly.
David Wright: Now, Star, what is up with this Chamber, exactly?
Star: What you see is what you get, Dave. They might wanna watch out for those red painted sections though.
David Wright: Why?
Star: Because then they’d be in for a shock…literally.
Meanwhile, both Julian Dark and Jake Matthews attack the legs of the Champion, bringing him to his knees. With some unorthodox team work, the two men run to the ropes and launch themselves off, smacking the Champion right in the chest with a double dropkick that lays him out. As they do so, Raide and Rachel are trading blows, and the fans are cheering them on. Raide ducks a straight right hook and gets behind Rachel, pursuing a rear waist lock and lifting her high above, planting her down with a German Suplex. Raide is quick to his feet as Rachel is quickly scurrying to a corner. She finds one and leans back into it, trying to plead off John Raide as he stalks her. Finally, he has had enough and begins stomping away at her plastic chest.
"GET"
Raide stomps
"IN"
Stomp
"THE"
Stomp
"THE"
Stomp
"KITCHEN"
Stomp
"AND"
Stomp
"MAKE"
Stomp
"A"
Stomp
"HAM"
Stomp
"SANDWICH!"
Raide stomps a final time and pauses to wipe the sweat off his brow and flick it into the eyes of Rachel Price.
"BITCH!"
Raide unleashes a last flurry of stomps much to the approval of this capacity crowd. He laughs and saunters away from the corner, leaving his ex-wife to cling to her chest and stomp her feet on the mat.
Reggie Stallworth: AHAHAHAHAHA!!!
Star: And you think they’re getting back together?
David Wright: Insane.
With the Champion down, both Julian Dark and Jake Matthews climb to their feet, but as Dark turns around Matthews suddenly nails him with a sneak superkick straight to the chin! The fans let out a loud “OOOHHH!!!” as Dark drops to the canvas. Jake wastes no time diving onto him for the pin.
ONE…
TWO…
Out of nowhere, Champion drags Matthews off of Dark, breaking up the three count. He yanks Matthews to his feet and smashing him in the face with his large forearm. Jake falters backwards before receiving another forearm to the face. The Champion then sned Matthews sailing into the corner, charging behind him as he goes along. But with his agility Matthews leaps right over the Champion’s head and gives him a swift kick to the back of the leg. But it is not enough to take the big man down. Matthews attempts another kick but catches an elbow to the jaw from the Champion. The Champion then spins around and wraps his arms around him, squeezing the life out of him with a vice-like bear hug. Matthews squirms in his arms in an attempt to escape but to no avail. He finally rakes the eyes of The Champion, getting him to finally drop him. As The Champion stumbles back, Matthews executes a standing dropkick that causes the Champion to stumble back even further, but he doesn’t go down. He knocks into Rachel Price from her spot on the floor, who snarls at him and serves him with a quick low blow before John Raide grabs a handful of her hair and yanks her towards him. Julian Dark ceases the opportunity that both Matthews and Price have presented and dives onto The Champion.
ONE…
TWO…
THR…Jake Matthews stomps on Dark’s back, stopping the three count!
David Wright: Excitement from every corner thus far!
Reggie Stallworth: I can’t keep up! Star?
Star: Doing just fine, sweetie. Pay attention.
Matthews drags Dark to his feet and launches him into the ropes. He goes for a boot to the face that Dark easily ducks. Now running to the opposite ropes, Dark bounces off of them, headed back towards Matthews and nearly takes Jake’s head off with a hard clothesline! Now back to his feet, The Champion comes up behind him but Dark performs a drop toe hold and The Champion drops neck first across the top rope. Dark then grabs a hold of him and nails him with a reverse underhook DDT! However, the Champion doesn’t even allow him the chance for a pin. He shoves Dark away from him immediately and slaps his hand around Dark’s throat. The Champion slowly rises to his feet with Dark’s neck still in his hand and raises him high into the air, planting him straight back down into the mat with an amazing chokeslam!
Star: Damn, poor Julian. The whole ring shook with that one!
David Wright: The Champion shows great strength in that one.
Reggie Stallworth: If I was as ‘roided up as that fool I’d be showing some great strength too!
As the action continues, Rachel Price and John Raide continue to battle on as Rachel suddenly slaps him hard across the face. Raide gives her a “what the fuck?” look and Price immediately follows up with a right hand to his jaw. She follows up with a gut punch, doubling Raide over. Following up, Price nails her ex husband with an uppercut. She continues to unleash different fist strike variations onto him. But in the midst of it all he head butts her. Rachel falls back into the ropes at the surprise, covering her nose with her hands. She then pulls her hands away and looks down at them to see that they are covered in blood. Reeling from the attack, Price falls down to the floor and rolls out of the ring with Raide in hot pursuit. Price immediately grabs up one of the steel chairs. As Raide begins to make his way out of the ring as well she nails him square in the head with the chair. The steel connects with his skull with a sickening smack before he falls backwards onto the mat floor. The lower half of her face now covered in blood, Rachel Price throws the chair into the ring and follows in after it. She then bends down and pulls John Raide to his feet. With the momentum now on her side, Rachel sets John Raide up for a DDT. As she prepares to execute the move it is quickly reversed when Raide lifts her into the air and smashes her into the ground with a vertical suplex. The ring trembles at the impact. Rachel Price’s body lays sprawled out on the canvas as John Raide covers her.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
ELIMINATED: RACHEL PRICE
Reggie Stallworth: She outta here, baby!
Star: Ooooh, she is gonna be PISSED!
David Wright: When she wakes up, that is. Raide gave her quite the beating!
Star: I don’t mean pissed about THAT. He probably broke one of her implants with that stomping shit. There’s easier ways to get a ham sandwich, John! Now you gotta buy her a new one!
T.C. opens the Chamber for Rachel Raide to take her leave, but the action doesn’t slow down. The Champion has rolled out of the ring. He wraps his hand around the bag of thumb tacks and heads back inside. The Champion immediately opens the bag and sprinkles an excessive amount of tacks in the ring. He then heads for Julian Dark and gets the former Glamorous Life Champion to his feet. He then locks Dark in a full Nelson slam that quickly evolves into a Full Nelson slam right onto the thumb tack covered canvas!
Star: Ouch!
Reggie Stallworth: Goddamn! There’s so many tacks down there you can’t even seen the mat in that spots! Julian is looking like Pinhead’s son!
David Wright: Who?
Star: Pinhead from “Hellraiser”. You know, leader of the Cenobites?
David Wright: Uhhh…
Star: How can you not know that?! God, just call the match!
Julian Dark rolls around the mat in a world of agonizing pain and The Champion fully intends to continue his assault. He lands a leg drop onto Dark and remains on him for the cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR…NO!!!
Star: Damn, go Julian.
Reggie Stallworth: How in the hell did he kick out of THAT?!
David Wright: I think he's trying to impress Farah Jamison. She has to be backstage watching right now. He'll cheat death to get that woman back.
The Champions slaps the mat in frustration and rolls off of Julian Dark. But as soon as he climbs to his feet, John Raide flies across the ring only to walk straight into a flying shoulder block from the Champion. Raide, too, feels the agonizing pain of the thumbtacks as he lands on top of them. But just outside of the ring, Jake Matthews has retrieved the ladder. He then positions it against the ropes in the ring in a see-saw like stance. As the Champion nears his end of the ring, Matthews picks up the remaining steel chair and smacks the edge of the ladder with it, bringing the other end of the ladder straight up into the Champion’s face. Blood flies out of his mouth as he falls back onto his thumbtack trap. Jake immediately scrambles into the ring and heads for the champion, but the fallen John Raide sticks out his leg, tripping up Matthews and bringing him down onto the tacks with the rest of them. Raide then begins climbing to his feet, headed out of the ring where he snatches down the large portrait of Star. But as he does so, Matthews has rolled out of the ring as well. He slams Raide head first into the portrait.
David Wright: Now THIS is what many people have paid to see! These two men!
Star: Yeah…
Reggie Stallworth: I’m just cringing at all of this. I still can’t get over the tacks!
The camera closes in just where Star’s face lies under cracked glass. Jake now grabs the portrait and looks at it. The look on his face is clearly one of disgust. He then wastes no time shattering the portrait over the head of John Raide and tossing it to the side. Matthews lifts Raide to his feet and drags towards the ring but pauses as he does so. He then shoves Raide back and nails him with an enziguiri kick to the head. Raide stumbles back and falls into the barbed wire wall of the Chamber but a sudden shock causes him to fall forward. What just happens surprises Jake a little has he stands there looking confused. He soon begins to chuckle a little, pulling Raide back up. John Raide is barely on his feet, the blood pouring down his face in massive gulps. He is stumbling around and a tired but ready Jake Matthews is standing behind, poised and ready to strike. The fans are booing loud as they know the end must be near here.
Reggie Stallworth: They lookin’ ready to end this shit.
David Wright: If he’s going to do it Matthews needs to do it now. No matter where a pin or submission happens it matters as long as it’s in that Chamber. There’s a lot of history between these men. Matthews has faced Raide in the ring time and time again and has managed to defeat him one time out of several. The funny thing is, though, I don’t think either one of these men hate the other. It’s confusing almost.
Star: There’s nothing confusing about it if you bother to do your research. But Jake can try as he might, that one time he beat Raide will be the ONLY time he’s done it. Trust me on that one.
Jake Matthews slaps his leg once, exciting the fans even more. Raide finally turns around, and the ending seems predictable. Jake Matthews lunges forward looking to drive his foot into the chin of Raide, but Raide suddenly ducks it! Matthews lands hard on his leg and turns quickly to meet Raide, but the quicker of the two on this night, John Raide quickly plants his own foot on the chin on Jake Matthews!
Reggie Stallworth: Oh shit!
David Wright: Raide just turned the tables on The Miracle Boy!
Matthews crashes to the floor and it echoes throughout the arena, leaving a bloody and battered John Raide to fall across Matthews in a vague attempt at pinning him.
ONE!
TWO!
TH-KICK OUT!
The fans are ape shit as the near fall nearly blows the roof of the building. Raide looks around, shocked that it hadn't worked and begins crawling away, trying to get up to his feet. As this goes on, Julian Dark and The Champion are in the ring exchanging blows. The Champion continues to overpower Julian Dark, trapping him in the corner and hitting him with vicious shoulder blocks to the midsection. He then backs up far on the other side of the room, looking to completely knock Dark out with one last strike to the midsection, but as he does John Raide rolls Jake Matthews into the ring and The Champion trips right over him, allow Julian Dark time to recover. As Raide attempts to enter the ring, Jake kicks him in the face, sending him down on the floor outside. He then grabs the nearby chair and smacks it across the face of the Champion. Matthews then manages to get to his feet and drops his leg onto the chair that is covering the Champion’s face!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!
ELIMINATED: THE CHAMPION
Reggie Stallworth: How in the hell?
David Wright: I don’t know, but damn. Didn’t see that one coming!
Star: No one ever does.
Jake Matthews crawls to his feet at the same time Julian Dark does. The two men quickly charge at one another, both with the same mind of going for a clotheslines and unintentionally nail one another with the exact same move at the same time! As they do so Raide is carefully climbing the chamber from the top turnbuckle, risking injury to himself and the fans are going crazy. He climbs up and turns, sitting down on the top of the chamber as Jake Matthews finishes a suplex on Julian Dark. Both Dark and Matthews are down, leaving an opening for the Crimson King. Raide stands, taking as deep breath before taking the plunge off the top of the Chamber plummeting through Jake and Julian Dark with a Swanton bomb!
Reggie Stallworth: Holy shit!
David Wright: That was CRAZY!!!
Star: Hehe, no. That was John Raide.
The fans roar crazily with pride. The entire Wachovia Center comes to life for a main even that has certainly delivered thus far. Both John Raide and Julian Dark lay just at the edge of the ring where Jake Matthews has somehow made it over the top rope and onto the floor outside, right on top of the fire extinguisher. Taking a much harder hit than the other men, the Miracle Boy cradles his back in agonizing pain, completely immobilized by what has just transpired. But miraculously, he is still conscious. He stirs slowly trying to find the strength to make his way back to the ring. Matthews slowly comes to his feet outside of the ring as the two men inside do the same, trying shaking off the aftermath of Raide’s daredevil move. The fans suddenly engage in a surprise chant for Matthews, screaming his name at the top of their lungs.
“MATTHEWS!”
“MATTHEWS!”
“MATTHEWS!”
David Wright: Wow, I think The Miracle Boy is resurrecting the fans faith in him as this match progresses!
Reggie Stallworth: Damn right he is. After surviving THAT move how the hell couldn’t they love him again? I’m surprised his back isn’t completely broken after that.
David Wright: So am I!
Star: Fuck this…
In an angry haze, Star snatches off her headphones and tosses them onto the table. She quickly pushes her chair back and hops out of it, moving from behind the table. The war continues to rage in the Chamber as she stalks towards it, removing her white suit jacket as she does so. Jake Matthews remains posted by the edge of the Chamber, regaining his composure as Star stalks towards him. With her jacket in one hand, Star reaches into the Chamber, cutting her hand on the barbed wire in the process but ignoring it completely.
David Wright: What the hell is Star doing?!
Reggie Stallworth: I don’t fuckin’ know!
Star wraps her jacket around the neck of an unsuspecting Jake Matthews and pulls it tight! Jake’s back slams against the Chamber as an immediate shock shoots through his body! The barbed wire cuts into his flesh as the vengeful Star tightens the jacket around his neck, choking Jake Matthews so severely that he begins turning blue in the face as his entire body trembles.
Reggie Stallworth: Oh my God she has LOST her damn mind!
David Wright: Someone needs to stop this!
The other competitors continue to battle in the ring as Star holds Jake hostage, wrapping the jacket around her fists, pulling it even tighter. Droplets of blood hit the floor at Jake’s feet from the wounds on his back. His eyes begin to roll back in his head as the shock continues to travel through him. Star’s pretty face is twisted in sick satisfaction as she abuses a suffering Jake Matthews mercilessly. A single streak of blood drops from his nose as his body goes completely limp. He hangs from Star’s jacket as motionless as a corpse. She finally lets go and watches as Matthews drops to floor.
David Wright: Jesus H. Christ. Someone really needs to check on him.
Reggie Stallworth: Security, EMT’s, anybody! This is not even about the entertainment anymore. This is fucked up! He’s not moving!
Inside the ring, Raide executes a vertical suplex onto Julian Dark. By chance, his had swivels around and catches a glimpse of the near lifeless Matthews laying outside of the ring. There are only the three of them left so this naturally confuses Raide. He climbs to his feet and searches around before his eyes fall on Star outside of the Chamber. Their eyes meet for a moment. Star then suddenly turns away and heads away from the Chamber and up the ramp, walking from the scene as if she’s had no part in it. Raide suddenly rolls out of the ring and scampers to the side of Matthews, looking down at him with a look of pure shock and confusion. He lifts Jake’s head and pulls up one of his eyelids. Raide suddenly slaps Matthews across the face, but receives absolutely no reaction. Just as this happens EMT’s begin to rush down to the ring while T.C. Payne opens the Chamber for them. They each file inside, collecting the still unconscious Jake Matthews and loading him onto a stretcher. The EMT’s then exit the Chamber as T.C. locks it behind them, carrying Matthews with them as they go.
ELIMINATED: JAKE MATTHEWS
David Wright: I cannot believe what I’ve just witnessed.
Reggie Stallworth: I knew she wasn’t out here just to commentate. She wanted to make sure…
David Wright: …Jake Matthews didn’t go home with that belt.
Raide still seems a bit out of it after the events that have just transpired. As he stands to his feet, Julian Dark does as well. He reaches outside of the ring and grabs Raide by the hair, grabbing him back inside. Oblivious to whatever has just gone on Julian begins pummeling Raide with shot after shot, but Raide soon fires back with shots of his own. The men continue going blow for blow until Julian finally throws his knee into Raide’s ribcage. He then goes for a picture perfect shining enziguiri, connecting perfectly and dealing a great deal of damage to a stunned John Raide, following up with a tornado DDT. Julian Dark is going to town with a newfound energy that he unleashes on John Raide. After nailing Raide with a Tilt-a-while backbreaker, Julian Dark looks to the tunbuckles.
David Wright: I think Julian is looking to go up top.
Reggie Stallworth: What the hell could he do up there now? The top turnbuckle ain’t “up top” to me no more. John Raide went ALL THE WAY UP TOP!
David Wright: But he’s not looking to go much of anywhere right about now!
Reggie Stallworth: Aw, hell. DARKNESS SETS IN! DARKNESS SETS IN!!! FROM THE TOP ROPE!
Dark leaps into the air with an amazing shooting star press!
David Wright: It’s over! Julian Dark is taking home the gold!!!
But what’s this?! John Raide catches Julian Dark in midair! The fans go absolutely WILD!!
Reggie Stallworth: Oh shit!!!
Raide drives Julian head first into the mat with the Fade To Black ’08!!! Raide makes the cover!!
David Wright: I can’t believe this! He had it! Julian had it!
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
ELIMINATED: JULIAN DARK
Reggie Stallworth: That’s it! That’s it! John Raide took it home!!!
Sammantha Jinx: Your winner and the NEW PDW Platinum Champion….JOHN RAIDE!!!!
David Wright: What a helluva match!
"Lunatic Fringe" blasts over the P.A. system as T.C. Payne makes her way into the ring with the belt. As John Raide stands to his feet, she hands him his Championship and raises his hand in the air in victory. The PDW logo then flashes across the screen as the show fades.