The fans outside of the Dynasty Spectrum are full of life as they scream their appreciation for the first PDW show in months. Cameras flashing continuously as they wait eagerly for the next arrival. Many expect to see a nice, flashy stretch limo but instead up rolls a rather busted looking taxi cab. But even so, the fans scream at its arrival, seemingly not caring who will get out. A moment later the door flies open and a fresh pair of Timberland boots hit the pavement, followed by the full body of well known Shara Baptiste. As usual, there is no smile on her face as she looks out at the crowd. And from the other side of the vehicle emerges none other than Platinum Dynasty Wrestling owner Star. The crowd goes absolutely berserk.

The look on the face of the Glittering Goddess does not seem to be one of adoration or enjoyment. Instead, she looks absolutely frazzled. She quickly speeds around the car, holding her hands up to shield her eyes from the…flashing lights.  No signing autographs, no small talk, nothing. Star darts through the people and into the arena as quickly as she’d exited the vehicle.

Star: God, this is ridiculous, Shara. Is anything gonna go right tonight?

Shara: Ummm…maybe if you weren’t ditchin’ fans like you just did. That’s not cool girl.

Star: Look, I’m sorry but its bad enough I’m late like this. I should’ve been here hours ago. I go to my car to arrive for this show and the damn tires are slashed?! I just drove it to your mom’s house not too long before that! They didn’t just bust out of nowhere, Shara. Someone SLASHED them! In the garage of my apartment complex at that.

Shara: Relax, girl. Like for real…chill. This is supposed to be a good night for everybody. Did you see all those people out there?! PDW is BACK, baby! So stop frettin’ over some damn tires and enjoy this show like everyone else.

Star: Not just one car…THREE! The two I already had and the one Blake just got me for my birthday! And it’s not just that. You KNOW it’s not just that. Toni Terror and that goddamn delayed flight. She’s not gonna be here tonight and my main event is ruined already.

Shara: You got three other people left in it, girl. It ain’t ruined ‘cause some newbie couldn’t show up.

Star: That’s not the point! And that newbie has potential! It’s always the same. If the night starts off badly then the rest always follows. That’s just the way things go for me. I mean look at that damn Christmas party. I swear if…

Shara suddenly stops in her tracks, grabs Star by the arm and spins her around.

Shara: Look, girl. Shut up. You put this show together. You’re making this night happen when you have a bunch of people who didn’t have an ounce of faith in you to get this company back off the ground after what happened last time. You already proved all them wrong. Now you just need to let this thing run its course and calm the hell down…understand?

Sighing deeply, Star nods her head.

Star: Yeah, I understand.

Shara: Good. Lets get this show on the road, then.

The camera pans around the darkened Dynasty Spectrum as the faithful fans roar with pride. We soon cut to the stage area where a strobe light begins to flash as “Anxiety” by Black Eyed Peas featuring Papa Roach begins to sound out as the volume within the Spectrum picks up even more.

I feel like I wanna smack somebody
Turn around and b*tch slap somebody
But I ain't goin' out bro (no, no, no)
I ain't givin' in to it (no, no, no)

The Platinum Tron lights up with moments from past PDW events. Star, Farah and Amaya all late for the very first Disclosure, Kindred London’s infamous “caveman”. Mike Ryba being crowned the very first Platinum Champion

Anxieties bash my mind in
Terrorizing my soul like Bin Laden
But I ain't fallin' down bro (no, no, no)
I won't lose control bro (no, no, no)

Neon blue lights now dart across the stage while the crowd sings along with the lyrics.

Shackle and chained
My soul feels stained
I can't explain got an ich on my brain
Lately my whole aim is to maintain
And regain control of my mainframe

Several action shots suddenly begin flashing across the scene everywhere from battles in the ring to battles on the streets of the inner city of Philadelphia.

My bloods boiling its beatin' out propane
My train of thoughts more like a runaway train
I'm in a fast car drivin' in a fast lane
In the rain and I'm might just hydroplane

The strobe light begins to flash faster.

I don't fear none of my enemies
And I don't fear bullets from Uzis
I've been dealing with something that’s worse than these
That'll make you fall to your knees and that’s the…

And suddenly blast of pyro goes off and the noise in the arena is deafening as the camera suddenly pans over various signs thrown up throughout the arena.

The anxiety the sane and the insane rivalry
Paranoias brought me to my knees
Lord please please please
Take away my anxiety
The sane and the insane rivalry
Paranoias brought me to my knees
Lord please please please
Take away my anxiety

The PDW logo flashes across the screen quickly as the cameras cut to the announcers at ringside.

Reggie Stallworth: Hey, hey, hey people. We are back in affect like we always knew we would be! I’m Reggie Stallworth, the evolution of PDW commentary.

David Wright: And you all know me, David Wright.

Reggie Stallworth: PDW’s resident 40 Year Old Virgin.

David Wright: I won’t even dignify that with a response. Tonight is set to be EXPLOSIVE and keep you all glued to your seats from beginning to end. Even our commercials will draw ratings tonight ladies and gentlemen. Hopefully you all took your snack and bathroom breaks already because you won’t be going anywhere!

The scene opens up backstage in a lavish suite of a locker room adorned with everything from a bar filled with expensive liquor to a large plasma screen television. As the camera pans around the room the one and only Insatiable Diva known as Dayshia Raye walks into the shot dressed in a red and black strapless mini dress despite it being the dead of the winter. The expression on her face is somewhere between panicked and excited. She walks around the room double…sometimes triple checking items before darting out of the room. She closes the door securely behind her and the cameras close in on the name “ICE” written across it. Dayshia then suddenly leans her back against the door and closes her eyes, taking a deep, labored breath, followed by a shudder.

Dayshia Raye: He’s almost here…

????: Oh, Dayshia. You look nice!

Dayshia Raye: Huh? What?

Her eyes pop open quickly to see interviewer Kayla Moore standing before her.

Dayshia Raye: You saw Ice?!

Kayla blinks in confusion.

Kayla Moore: Uhhh…no? I said you look nice.

Dayshia Raye: [sighing] Oh…well, I know that. Have you heard anything? I went outside and checked a little while back. Stood out there for a good…half hour I’d say. He hasn’t gotten here yet though. Traffic maybe? No no. Not on a Tuesday night. Well…wait a minute. You think maybe something went wrong with his flight? Damn it!

Kayla gives a nod of her head, now suddenly noticing that Dayshia’s lips are slightly blue.

Kayla Moore: You were waiting outside…in that dress? Dayshia, it’s not even forty degrees outside. You’re kidding right…?

Dayshia: Well…you see. I was sorta…

The busty diva pauses with a rare “dumb blonde” look on her face. She raises a hand to scratch her head and suddenly items begin to fall from her dress out of nowhere. Kayla looks down at the floor at….magnum condoms…a bottle of that KY warming jelly…handcuffs?

Kayla Moore: ………

Kayla looks extremely baffled. She reaches down and retrieves the condoms, holding them up in the air and inspecting them like she’s never seen any before. Dayshia quickly drops to her knees…like she’s so obviously planning to do later on tonight and begins scrambling to pick up her fallen items.

Dayshia Raye: Hey, keep an eye out for him and mind your gosh darn business, Kayla! He’s our very first guest on “The Naked Truth”! And when he gets here don’t you dare say a word to him! You come and find me!

In a hurry, Dayshia leaps up with her arms full of the stuff she’d just picked up. As she turns to leave, she suddenly pauses and turns back to Kayla, who is still inspecting the condoms, and snatches them out of her hand.

Dayshia Raye: Go interview somebody!

Triple Threat Match

KibbyD vs Bliss Taylor vs Zayda

 

The camera opens up backstage and everything seems quiet... too quiet. As the camera man makes his way down the hall, we can see various words spary painted on the wall. The camera looks at each one as we move down the hall.

Platinum 
Dynasty
Is
Nothing
Without
Me

As the camera man continues walking, we see a huge star painted on the wall in hot pink paint with a black X painted over top. The camera stops as we see a mysterious figure a few feet in front of us walking around the corner. The figure drops a can of paint to the floor and vanishes from camera view. The camera man focuses back on the huge scribbled out star as we fade out.

Standard Match

Erik Harris vs Melody

Samantha Jinx: Ladies and gentleman the following match-up is scheduled for ONE fall. First making his way to the ring...ERIK HARRIS!!!

As the guitar riffs begin to play, the lights go out. Multi-colored strobe lights begin to flash. As the music continues to play, a figure is seen standing at the top of the entrance ramp. There are also multi-colored lights flashing underneath the ramp below where the figure is standing. As the music kicks in, a spotlight is then shined on Erik Harris. He is carrying with him a water bottle. He takes a swig of the water and then proceeds down the ramp as the lyrics begin. As Erik is about halfway down the ramp, the lyrics reach the chorus. Every time the word "I" is heard, flames shoot out from the stage. Once Erik Harris arrives at the bottom of the ramp, he then takes another swig of water before tossing the bottle into the crowd. The fans continue to cheer him on. As Harris walks around to the side of the ring, he tags some fans hands. He then jumps up onto the apron, knee first. He then brings himself to his feet and looks out over the crowd. He then walks over to the turnbuckle and climbs it from the outside. He then raises his arm into the air as the crowd cheer him on and camera flashes can be seen throughout the arena. He then jumps down inside the ring and walks over to the middle of the south side of the ring and climbs up on the bottom rope. He then places his knee on the middle rope and raises his arm again as the cameras go off and the crowd cheers. Harris then climbs down as the music fades and the spotlight dies away and the ring lights come back on.

David Wright: He is a familiar face to many avid wrestling fans, and it is an honor to have him wrestling here in Platinum Dynasty Wrestling!

Reggie Stallworth: Well, he looks like just another big, overly buff, bald guy to me.

Samntha Jinx: And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada… MELODY!!!

"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.

Reggie Stallworth: Talk total about opposites…

David Wright: I don’t know, I wouldn't count Melody out just because she is a girl.

Reggie Stallworth: Don’t count on it? Erik Harris has more than a hundred pounds on this dirty broad!!!

The match starts off with Erik Harris using his amateur wrestling skills to get a single-leg takedown on Melody. He then locks in a front-face lock onto Melody, who is flat on her stomach. Harris tightens the hold and moves his body over so he is on top of Melody. Referee T.C Payne starts to count.

ONE…

David Wright: Quick kickout.

Quick kickout by Melody. Erik Harris slowly gets off of her with a smile and backs up into the corner, letting Melody get back up.

Reggie Stallworth: Awww, what a gentleman!

Melody gets back onto her feet and the two of them circle the ring. They then lock-up. Erik Harris gets Melody in a side head-lock and flips her over so that he is on top. The ref goes down to count but before she can get a 1 count Melody gets a head-scissors on Harris. Harris kicks out of it and the two get up into fighting stances, prepared to fight. They circle each other once more. Harris charges at Melody, but Melody side-steps and whips him into the ropes. Harris comes charging back, Melody drops to the ground, Harris jumps over, the two bounce off of opposites ropes. Harris charges at melody with a full head of steam, Melody jumps up and wraps her legs around Erik Harris taking him down to the mat.

David Wright: Beautiful tilt-a-whirl head scissors by Melody sending Harris to the arena floor. Listen to this capacity crowd, they are on their feet!

Reggie Stallworth: Only in Platinum Dynasty is it okay for male on female violence!

David Wright: Melody now ascending the turnbuckles. What is she going for?

Erik Harris slowly gets up and shakes it off as fast as possible and turns around slowly to fall victim to a leaping hurricanrana from Melody. The two of them lie on the arena floor, Harris clutching his head and neck while Melody jumps back up and raises her arms in the air to a standing ovation.

David Wright: What cat like agility by Melody, with one quick motion she went from the top rope to the arena floor, using her legs to take Erik Harris down with her!

Reggie Stallworth: Thats nice.. Or you could have just said "A HURRANCURANNA!"

One …


Two …


Three …


Four …


Melody grabs Harris and throws him back into the ring. She makes a quick cover but Harris just tosses her off of him as he kicks out. Harris gets up and charges toward Melody but she slides underneath his legs and nails him with a huge bulldog thats causes Harris' face to bounce off of the canvas. Melody hops to the top-rope and waits for Harris to turn around. Harris gets up on spaghetti legs holding his face. He turns around and Melody goes for a sunset flip but Harris side steps. Melody counters with a shoulder roll on the mat and pops right back up onto her feet. Harris turns around as Melody comes running towards him. Harris sensing her presence immediately superkicks her right underneath the jaw.

Reggie Stallworth: Sweet Holy Mary, mother of six-pounds seven-ounces baby Jesus!

David Wright: OH MY GOD! He nearly kicked Melody's head off! She's a woman for Pete's sake!

Reggie Stallworth: I always wondered who this Pete guy was...

Harris laughs and looks down at a lifeless Melody who is clutching at her jaw. He picks her up slowly, slapping her in the back of her head repeatedly as she collapses back to the canvas. He picks her up and whips her into the ropes. He bends over for a back body drop but Melody jumps over him and gets a sunset flip, but struggles to bring him down for a pin. Harris punches her in the face and then picks her up for a DDT. He gives the cut throat signal and goes for a DDT but Melody wraps him up.

David Wright: Small package!

Reggie Stallworth: How did she do that?

ONE…

TWO…

Harris kicks out once more. Melody wastes no time by running to the ropes and hitting a dropkick on Harris who was on his knees. She looks at the crowd and then at a fallen Harris. She gives the motion that she is going for the kill. She picks up a groggy Harris and grabs him by the face and gives him a kiss.

David Wright: Kiss of Death! I sense this is the beginning of the end.

Melody unlocks lips with Harris who is looking at her in what could be disbelief or satisfaction. Melody gives him a wink and then jumps and grabs his head and nails a vicious neckbreaker.

David Wright: She nearly took him out of his boots with that one!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

Reggie Stallworth: Good night Irene! Stick a fork in him he is done! Hey mister, you got knocked the fu...

David Wright: Hey there Junior, calm your horses down!

Samantha Jinx: Ladies and Gentlemen your winner… MELODY!!!

David Wright: Never under estimate the strength and fight of a woman! I sense big things from this little lady.

Reggie Stallworth: Well, as the saying goes: Big things come in small packages!

David Wright: This lady is a little on the wild side. Harris is going to need some assistance getting up and to the back after this bout.

Reggie Stallworth: Damn, he lost to a woman! I hope he at least gets her number after this!

Melody looks down at a fallen Erik Harris, throws her hair back and shakes her head with an ear to ear grin on her face. She raises her arms up into the air and soaks in the moment. She drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring and starts heading up the ramp, facing the ring, looking at her downed opponent.

Erik is left in the ring, the match is over. "Money on My Mind" By Lil Wayne blasts through the speakers. Erik stands in the ring with a confused look on his face. He looks around the arena trying to see if Sean would come out of the audience or the ramp. Sean appears at the top of the ramp with a mic in his hand, the boos from the crowd die down and he raises the mic to his mouth.

Sean: I hope you didn't think we were finished, I do recall a certain match we had back in All Star Wrestling where I should have won, but instead we had to end the match in "No Contest". But we know who should have won that match. But I'm not out here to talk about past matches with you, I'm out here to talk about the future. I'm here because I want to talk about the future matches, because we have unfinished business. So how about we finish it now.

Reggie Stallworth: He just said something about finishing business like eight times...

David Wright: Are you even following what he's saying?

Reggie Stallworth: Yeah, he's bringing his ASW beef to PDW! You got your letters wrong, SEAN!

Sean drops the mic on the ramp and slowly makes his way down the ramp. Erik balls his fist up and waits for Sean to make it down the ramp. Vincent hopes over the barricade with chair in hand, and he slides into the ring. Erik turns and catches a chair shot to the face, Vincent laughs as he continues to drive the chair into Erik's stomach over and over.

Sean finally makes it into the ring and stands above Erik and watches as Vincent hits Erik again with the chair. Sean motions for Vincent to pick Erik up and he does, Sean kicks Erik in the midsection and drives his head down onto the chair with a Hard DDT. The blood flows from Erik's head and onto the chair.

David Wright: What the hell is going on here?! Somebody needs to stop this!

Reggie Stallworth: Naw, man. This is pure entertainment and everybody knows that's what we're all about!

Vincent lifts Erik up and Sean again kicks him in the midsection, Sean lifts Erik high in the air and drops him to the mat hitting the DESTRUCTION on him. Vincent stands back and watches.

The crowd cheers as Anthony and Brandon DeLorenzo come running from behind the curtain with Diamond following behind them. Sean stands there while the two slide into the ring, Anthony and Brandon stand face to face with Vincent and Sean but instead of fighting Vincent and Sean, Brandon goes and lifts Erik up from the mat, Diamond walks over to the ring announcer and grabs a mic, she slides it in the ring and Sean picks it up.

Sean: Finish that punk!

Anthony picks the chair up and jams it into Erik's stomach, Erik falls to the mat lying there motionless. Brandon climbs to the top of the turnbuckle, and Anthony lays the chair on Erik's stomach. Brandon leaps off the turnbuckle hitting the Swanton Bomb on Erik's motionless body with the chair laying on top. Erik could feel the pain and so could Brandon.

Anthony helps his brother up and the two stand by Vincent and Sean. Sean walks over to Erik's body and stands above him.

Sean: Looks like you won't make it to next week's show, you are only the first victim of the revamped Sinful Ambition, and you won't be the last.

Sean laughs as he tosses the mic down onto Erik's body, all four men make their way out of the ring with Diamond following behind them leaving Erik lying motionless in the middle of the ring in his own blood.

David Wright: What the hell just went on here?

Reggie Stallworth: I think Sean Williams just laid The Dew King OUT!!!

 

 

The feed cuts to outside of The Champion's dressing room, which is confirmed by the nameplate on the door that reads *ta-da!* The Champion. Conveniently, the door is just cracked open for the camera to enter.

The Champion exits the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. The steam following him, along with his wet physique hint that he's just showered. He grabs a stick of deodorant out of his gym bag as the camera pans away to permit for some privacy and allow him to get dressed.

The camera focuses on The Valet sitting in front of the vanity mirror. Already dressed in a black top and shorts with a chain-mail cover-all, The Valet applies the final touches of make-up when she notices The Champion exit the shower. She quickly puts her eyeliner down and shifts her focus to the opposite side of the room and away from the vanity mirror.

The Champion: Don't let me bother you, babe. If you're going to be The Champion's Valet, you must look the part.

The Valet: I'm not your babe. And no worries, I was finished anyway.

The Champion: If you say so. Although it looks like you could use a little more rouge. Nevermind me, I don't mind if you take a peek.

The Valet: Wh-why would I want to do that?

The Valet grabs a round compact mirror from the desktop and flips it open to check her face once again. It appears The Champion was right. Her cheeks could use a little more blush. That's not the only purpose the compact serves her however as she sneaks in a peek at the nude adonis behind her.

The Champion: Like what you see, huh?

The Valet snaps the compact shut as being caught flushes her face red with enough emberassment there is no more need for blush. Luckily the uncomfortable quiet in the room is broken with a knock at the door.

The Valet: I'll get that!

The Valet jumps out of her seat to answer the door. The Woman entering the room is one of long silky hair to go along with the smooth flaunt she carries her beautiful body with. Her sweet lips compliments the warm caramel tone to her body. Feeling threatened, The Valet reaffirms her position as The Champion's companion.

The Valet: Excuse me? You are?

Before The Woman can answer, The Champion turns his attention towards the door and admires The Woman before his eyes.

The Champion: She's okay, I sent for her. Let her in.

The Champion finishes lacing his boots and walks toward The Woman's direction.

The Champion: I thought you weren't scheduled until later in the evening?

The Woman: Excuse me?

The Champion: I don't make it a habit to indulge myself with ring rats until after I win.

The Woman: Oh?

The Woman answers surprisingly as The Champion approaches her to admire her beauty a bit closer.

The Champion: Well for you, I'd make an exception. I might even make time for two exceptions, if you know what I mean.

The Champion winks at The Woman in order to reassure her his interest is genuine. The Woman only smiles at The Champion's crass flattery.

The Woman: Well, I appreciate the praise, but I'm no ring rat. Actually, I'm...

The door swings open as The Manager strolls in and notices The Champion hovering over The Woman. Fearing the worst, The Manager yells loud enough for The Champion to hear.

The Manager: STAR!

The Champion: Star?

The Manager: Yes! Star. As in HBIC, Star Devereaux. PDW's bosslady.

Star: Yes, and I was just here to inform your client he's due for his match in approximately 4 minutes. Enough time for him to make an "exception or two" with his other ring rat.

Star turned her attention to the scantily dressed Valet.

Star: Hell, maybe three if he has the stamina.

And with a smile on her face, Star Devereaux exited the room. The Manager just shook his head in disappointment at The Champion whom could only reply with a shrug of the shoulders as if saying, "How was I supposed to know?"

The Valet: I can't believe she called me a ring rat?!

The Manager: Yeah, so?

The Champion gave one last check at himself in the mirror before following The Manager towards the ring. The Valet, confused, stops The Champion in his tracks.

The Valet: Wait. What's a ring rat?

The Champion smirked as he exited the room and the trio headed for The Champion's match.

Platinum Qualifier #1

Sean Williams vs The Champion vs Cody Williams vs Timmy D

 

David Wright: Ladies and gentlemen welcome back to this edition to PDW Disclosure, if you’re just tuning in I am here alongside my broadcast colleague Reggie Stallworth.

Reggie Stallworth: That’s right David you’re here alongside the one and the only Reggie Stallworth, the anchor of this broadcasting team, and the single reason that the return addition of PDW Disclosure has been so god damn successful.

David Wright: Whatever helps you sleep at night Reg. Ladies and gentlemen let’s go to the ring where our lovely ring announcer Samantha Jinx is awaiting the start of this match.

Samantha Jinx: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and as a qualifying match in the PDW Platinum Championship Tournament.

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

Samantha Jinx: Now making his way to the ring he stands at six feet and two inches tall, weighing in at two-hundred thirty-five pounds, and he hails from Beverly Hills, California! He is “THE REFLECTION…OF PERFECTION” CODY!!! WILLIAMS!!

Reggie Stallworth: Reflection of perfection my ass.

David Wright: Well he’s about as close to perfect as you’re going to get in this day and age.

Out steps a long legged, voluptuous, 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, I’ll do anything for you.
God, money, just tell me what you want me to.
God, money, nail me up against the wall.
God, money, don’t 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

The two make their way onto the apron: Sasha slowly entering the ring, bending over and showing off her assets. Cody stares and makes motion of his heart beating fast. He slaps her on the ass and steps into the ring. He rushes to the nearest corner and raises his arms up and stares into the crowd.

Head like a hole.
Black as your soul.
I’d rather die than give you control.
Head like a hole.
Black as your soul.
I’d 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. Cody makes his way over to his corner, and he begins to stretch as Sasha steps down to the outer mat.

David Wright: Just look at Cody Williams he looks like he’s in great shape, and he sure looks ready for this match to begin.

Reggie Stallworth: Of course he does, this could be his first and last chance to reach the pinnacle of his career here in PDW.

The lights start to dim and a familiar red glow begins to fill the arena. The sound of “Waiting” by Not Forgotten blares over the arena’s sound system as the fans begin to go into a frenzy as 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 pyro goes off.

Samantha Jinx: Now making his way to the ring from Baltimore, Maryland weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, and standing at six feet and one inch tall he is TIMMAH D!

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 his opponent.

Reggie Stallworth: Looks like Timmy D is carrying a bit extra weight around that midsection of his, he needs to realize you have to be at top physical condition to compete somewhere as competitive as PDW.

David Wright: That’s all muscle when you look closely at this submission specialist.

The arena grows dark as "Money On My Mind" By Lil Wayne hits the speakers. 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. Sean immediately jets to his corner begins to stare down his opponents.

Samantha Jinx: Now standing to my right he hails from Los Angeles, California, and weighs in at two hundred and five pounds he is the one the only SEAN WILLIAMS!

David Wright: There he is Sean Williams, and boy does he look ready.

Reggie Stallworth: Ready to get rough and tough with these three other men.

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!

Samantha Jinx: Now making his way to the ring from “The City of Champions” Inglewood, California. He weighs in at a whooping three hundred and thirty pounds and stands at six feet and seven inches tall.

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 stops at the edge of the ring as The Manager makes his way to the announcer table with The Valet standing beside him.

David Wright: Looks like we’ve got some company coming over here to join us.

Reggie Stallworth: And lucky for me I won’t have to sit here, and listen to your preach your biased jargon for the next twenty minutes.

The Manager: It looks like tonight you’ll have the honor of being graced with my presence for this match with The Champion.

DING! DING! DING! The ring bell pierces through the excitement in the arena, and out of nowhere Cody Williams charges from his corner and dives straight through the top and second rope nailing The Champion with a devastating suicide dive.

The Manager: Come on ref! The Champion wasn’t even ready! You know guys throughout his entire seventy reigns as World Champion nothing like this every happened to The Champion, because the rules were followed, and he was truly respected the way he should be.

David Wright: Well in Platinum Dynasty Wrestling you need to realize this is where the big boys and girls play, and if The Champion isn’t up to the challenge maybe he should move to L.A. where the real Champions play! Champions like Sean Williams.

As both Cody Williams and The Champion rise to their feet Timmy D runs to the ropes, grabs it tightly, and uses it to vault himself to the floor, only to be caught in the powerful arms of The Champion. As The Champion begins to maneuver Timmy D around in his arms his interrupted by Sean Williams who charges towards the ropes leaps in midair, springboards off the top rope, and comes crashing down on top of his three opponents.

The Manager: Come on ref! They’re cheating. What is this woman blind?!

David Wright: This is just some good competitive high flying action.

Reggie Stallworth: Come on David let’s be realistic, let’s give The Champion the respect he deserves.

The referee begins his count, and reaches five as Timmy D, The Champion and Sean Williams rule into the ring under the bottom rope. As Timmy and Sean enter the ring they jumps to their feet, and both begin to drives boots into the back of The Champion who just continues to push his way to his feet. The Champion rises to one knee, and grabs both Timmy and Sean and shoves them back across the ring until he’s driven in the back with a springboard dropkick from Cody Williams. Cody quickly jumps atop of The Champion, and attempts a quick pin attempt, but the referee’s hand doesn’t even strike the mat once before he’s powered off.

The Manager: This is truly starting to get out of hand! It’s three versus one, and The Champion is still manhandling each and every one of these pitiful morons.

David Wright: This is just three intelligent opponents realizing what it’s going to take to take down the much bigger, and stronger opponent.

Reggie Stallworth: What you mean to say is its just three pathetic nobodies trying to beat PDW’s only TRUE Champion.

All four men jump to their feet, and like before Cody, Sean and Timmy all charge forward laying into The Champion with vicious kicks, punches, and Timmy D even delivers a stiff chop block to The Champion’s right knee, which drops him hard to the mat. Cody Williams quickly bounces off the near ropes and leaps forward driving a stiff boot into The Champion’s mouth that draws a slight trickle of blood. The Champion falls to the mat and again Cody Williams jumps atop of him for a quick pin attempt, but he is interrupted by a kick to the back from Sean Williams.

David Wright: Sean Williams wasted no time breaking up that pin attempt.

Reggie Stallworth: Wouldn’t have mattered, it was only a matter of time before The Champion kicked out.

The Manager: That’s right Reggie, The Champion has never faced adversity in his life, and we all know about his undefeated record.

David Wright: I call bullshit.

Timmy D reaches over and grabs Sean Williams spins him around, and immediately delivers a stiff right hand to the jaw. The blow staggers Sean, but he instinctively responds with a left hand right back to Timmy’s jaw. The two continue to exchange, until they are cut off by Cody Williams who nails another stunning dropkick that sends both Sean and Timmy through the middle rope to the outside. Cody turns, and he focuses his attention on The Champion who is rising to both knees, and he lunges forward with a flying knee that brushes The Champion in the side of the head. Though the blow wasn’t delivered with full power it is still enough to send The Champion back into the ropes. Cody Williams then backs off, and charges towards The Champion only to be cut off by a sickening clothesline that drives Cody to the mat with a disgusting whiplash effect. The Champion immediately mounts Cody, and he hooks his left leg for the cover.

ONE…

TWO…

TH… Timmy D dives into the ring from the outside, and drops an axe hammer smash against the back of The Champion to interrupt the pin fall.

David Wright: This may not be good be a good thing for Cody Williams, it is common knowledge that he does have a bad neck.

The Manager: That’s what happens when you’re in the ring with The Champion; he goes out there and exploits your weaknesses.

Reggie Stallworth: We knew from the beginning that The Champion would exploit every weakness he could find.

Timmy D tries to pull The Champion up to his feet, but he’s cut off by a shoulder to the stomach. The Champion uses his shoulder and he pushes Timmy D back hard into the corner, where he begins to level Timmy with a barrage of knees to the midsection. The crowd screams as you can hear the air rushing out of Timmy’s lungs with shot after shot. As The Champion continues to manhandle Timmy in the corner Sean Williams sneaks into the ring behind everyone, and motions to the referee as quietly jumps atop of the still downed Cody Williams. The referee drops to her knees, and begins to bring her hand down.

ONE…

TWO… The Champion notices that Sean is going for the cover, as the referee’s hand comes down for a third and final time.

THRE… Cody Williams shoots his shoulder off the mat at the last second as The Champion runs across and starts to fire off rapid kicks to the shoulders and head of Sean Williams.

David Wright: Sean Williams almost stole one there.

The Manager: Exactly, he almost stole one! Stealing is against the law, and it just goes to show you how much of a cheater these men really are.

The Champion quickly pulls Sean and Cody both to their feet, and he grabs both of them by the hair and slams their heads together sending them both stumbling back. The Champion leaps forward, and again drops Cody with another clothesline that sends him to the mat. The Champion then turns his attention to Sean Williams who is using the ropes to pull himself to his feet. The Champion quickly grabs Sean, and irish-whips him off the far ropes leaping forward.

The Manager: HE’S GOING TO DISNEY LAND.

ONE…

TWO…

THR… Timmy D fires himself off the second rope, and drops a hard double stomp onto The Champion’s back.

David Wright: Thank god Timmy D made the save.

Reggie Stallworth: What do you mean thank god? This is a travesty!

Timmy immediately grabs hold of Sean and hooks in the Timmy Death Lock, and he rears back tight trying to force Sean to tap out, but he’s stopped by a bulldog from Cody Williams, who has finally returned to his feet. Cody grabs Timmy, and he rolls him onto his back and lays an arm over Timmy’s chest.

ONE…

TW… Timmy shoots his shoulder off the mat before the referee’s hand hits the mat a second time.

David Wright: Just a two count.

Cody Williams quickly pulls Timmy to his feet, and he hooks Timmy’s leg lifts him up, spins him in midair, and drops him down hard on the back of his head. Cody tries to move into position to make a cover, but he is interrupted as he’s pulled away lifted into the air, and dropped down hard by Sean Williams delivering the Destruction. Sean Williams jumps to his feet, but out of nowhere he’s blindsided by a spear from The Champion, who unfortunately lands with his face against the bottom turnbuckle.

David Wright: ALL FOUR MEN ARE DOWN! THAT WAS AN UNBELIEVABLE TURN OF EVENTS. WE JUST SAW TWO FINISHERS AND A DISGUSTING SPEAR THAT MAY HAVE BROKEN SEAN WILLIAMS IN HALF!

The Manager: Calm down DW, this is exactly what The Champion wants.

Reggie Stallworth: I’m not so sure there’s quite a bit of blood coming out of The Champion’s mouth after that blow.

As all four men lay on the mat The Champion begins to crawl over, and he drapes his arm over top of TimmyD. We can see Sean Williams begin to stir, ready to make his way over to break up the count.

ONE…

Sean begins to get up after that devasating spear.

TWO…

T.C.'s hand raises one more time...

THREE…

David Wright: It’s all over! Sean Williams was a second too late!!!

Samantha Jinx: Here is your winner...THE CHAMPION!!!

David Wright: What an amazing match we just witnessed, ladies and gentlemen we’ll be right ba…

The sound of “Eyes of the Devil” by Seether cues up on the arena’s sound system and all the lights suddenly go dark. An ominous drum begins to beat through the background, and the mood in the arena immediately changes from excited to confused.

The Manager: What the hell is going on here guys? The Champion just went through a war, and now this.

David Wright: There isn’t anything scheduled at the moment, we were supposed to head directly into a commercial break following this match.

Reggie Stallworth: That music can only mean that it’s one man!

David Wright: Please enlighten us Reggie!

The lights finally shoot back on, and standing on the ring apron is a menacing figure. That man stands at about six feet and eight inches tall, and weighs in the upwards of three hundred plus pounds. The man’s body is lined with tattoos, his hair is black, and hangs below his shoulders, while is face is covered in a scruffy beard. The man steps through the second rope, and in his hand he holds what appears to be a scroll.

David Wright: Is that who I think it is?!

Reggie Stallworth: I think it just might be.

The Manager: Well who the hell is that!? The Champion isn’t afraid of anyone, but he doesn’t need this after the type of match he just went through.

David Wright: If that’s who I think it is, then no one needs what is about to happen.

The man quickly bends over the fallen Timmy D, and he whispers something into his ear, before quickly turning his attention to Sean Williams. The man picks up Sean, and without hesitation simply tosses him through the second rope and too the floor. The man then reaches over the body of Cody Williams, and he quickly pulls him to his feet before just as quickly driving him to the mat with a snap powerslam that shakes the entire ring. The man then uses his foot, and forces Cody out under the bottom rope and onto the floor. The Champion still lay in the corner of the ring with blood trickling from his top lip, and the man approaches him and calmly lifts him to his feet.

The Manager: This is good, this man obviously knows The Champion, and he doesn’t want to get involved with him. Smart move by whomever this monster is.

David Wright: This monster is dismantling everyone piece by piece; I’m still surprised that Sean Williams got off so lucky.

The man quickly grabs The Champion, and fires him off the far rope and he catches him with a vicious spear that is absorbed into The Champion’s ribs and sends him right under the bottom rope to the outside.

The Manager: I don’t know who this man thinks he is, but he won’t get away with this. I’m out of here.

The man in the ring turns to Samantha Jinx, and he reaches out signaling for the microphone to be passed to him. Without hesitation there is an abundance of microphones passed his way, but he only grabs one and he slows raises it to his mouth.

Joshua Payne: For those of you who know me, you’ll know my well, and for those of you who don’t you’ve probably been living under a rock for the past five years. It’s been awhile since I’ve stepped out of the shadows, and reared my ugly head, but let me introduce myself for those of you who don’t know who I am. My name is Joshua Payne, and all you need to know is I’ve walked this globe searching for answers, for a calling, and for my own personal salvation. I’ve searched for an answer to all of life’s questions, and for my problems. It took me nearly two years to resurface, but I’ve returned, bigger and stronger than ever. I’ve returned with more motivation, more anger, and more retribution. I’ve returned at a perfect time obviously, because there are more lost souls then ever, and I’ve returned to salvage so many.

David Wright: Dear God! That’s Joshua Payne, the former Pride and Honor Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion!

Reggie Stallworth: Correction Dave, that’s one of the most dangerous men in the world, and with a two year hiatus you know he’s in a foul mood.

Joshua slowly lowers the microphone, and drops it to the mat with a thud before approaching Timmy D who has risen to one knee and who now looks like he’s seen a ghost. Joshua reaches out, and he helps Timmy to his feet only to drive a right hand right into Timmy’s throat sending him to the mat hard. Josh immediately drops down after him, and begins to drive right and left hands into Timmy’s skull.

Joshua Payne: Do you remember me now Timmy?!

Josh begins to salivate at the mouth as Timmy tries to turn his back to the monster that now begins to drive elbows into the back of Timmy’s skull. For whatever reason though Josh doesn’t seem to get the proper gratification from not being able to see Timmy’s eyes so he forces him to his back, and reaches for the microphone.

Joshua Payne: You know Timmy, its one thing to be a lost soul wandering the world with no purpose, but it’s another to try to create your own false sense of security when you know there are no repercussions. You can speak about me when I’m not around, but when there is the slightest hint that I may even be in the same country your slips remain sealed. When I walked away from the business I was ready to leave for good, but then I heard from everyone that you couldn’t keep your mouth shut, and you couldn’t stop yourself from sinning. You couldn’t hold back, and even if clinging to my name was the only chance at stardom you had it was a mistake. You may have elevated yourself to borderline mid-card status at my expense, but it truly wasn’t worth it. You’re better off to open every f****** show, and be the curtain jerker, then you are to step into my domain. Everyone knows that when you cross me I don’t forgive things, and I don’t forget things, it’s a lethal combination Timmy. You’re a f****** choir boy playing in a man’s game, and you’ve lost your voice Timmy. No one wants to hear what you’ve got to say, and the only reason anyone’s ever listened is because you’ve mentioned my name. Google it Timmy, you mean nothing to no one unless you’re hanging onto someone’s coat tails, and in this case you’ve picked the wrong ones to hold onto.

Again Joshua drops the microphone, and he picks up Timmy, but this time he lifts him onto his shoulders and positions Timmy for what appears to be a Death Valley Drive. Joshua turns though, and he runs full speed dropping Timmy’s head into the first turnbuckle, then the second, the third, and finally the forth before dropping Timmy hard in the center of the ring with a vicious DVD. Blood begins to poor from the exposed forehead of Timmy D, and Joshua Payne just smiles as he picks up the scroll as well as the microphone again.

David Wright: We are going to need some security and medical help out here for Timmy D.

Reggie Stallworth: I don’t think that’s a good idea DW, no one should step into the ring with this monster right now, he’s on a rampage.

David Wright: You may be right Reggie.

Joshua Payne: You see Timmy in my left hand I hold the scroll that contains all the answers, in my left hand I hold what can be called simply “The Enlightenment” and with it I hold the key. You see I march alone, and yet millions follow my every step. They ask me to lead, and they beg to follow. I can’t be held accountable Timmy for what I’ve done here tonight, or what I will do for nights to come. I can’t be held responsible for the blood that will be shed, whether be my own, or the blood of others. I CANNOT BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE! I CANNOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE! I’m pleading with you Timmy let’s end this quickly and painlessly so we can all get back to our regular lives.

Timmy begins to again rise to all fours, and but he is cut off by a foot to the ribs that drives him back to the mat gasping for air.

David Wright: Just stay down Timmy you may have broken ribs.

Joshua Payne: Just give up or I guarantee you that you’ll get hurt to levels beyond your wildest nightmare. Timmy I’m not going to play with you much longer! Everyone just needs to realize who I am! I am the fallen apostle! I am your savior! I am your preacher! I am your everything. Timmy, you more than anyone needs to know that I am…”Your Messiah” Joshua Payne.

Joshua drops the microphone one final time before dropping to his knees one last time and using the end of the scroll to carve away at Timmy’s forehead before dropping to his back and leaving the ring.

Reggie Stallworth: It looks like things just got a whole hell of a lot more dangerous around these parts DW.

David Wright: I think you’re right, but we need some help from the back for Timmy D, this young kid isn’t moving and he could be seriously injured.

As we return from commercial break the camera cut to the backstage area where we see Cody Williams and Sasha with bags in hand heading towards a limousine. The cameras catch up to him as he opens up the door, he throws the bags inside and Sasha enters.

Cody Williams: I knew it! I knew you would follow me!

Cody Williams wipes the sweat off of his brow and chin and then puts his hands to his sides. He takes a breather and gathers himself together. He looks straight into the camera with a look of conviction and truthfulness.

Cody Williams: My debut match, I waited five years to show the world that Cody Williams is alive and kicking! That he still has what it takes to contribute to his chosen profession. But against people like Sean Williams? The Champion? Timmy D? Come on Star! We had a deal and this is how you treat me? I know, you know, and everyone of those PDW fans know that Cody Williams can take the Platinum Dynasty straight to the top.

How dare you insult me!

All that matters now is that I proved that I could wrestle again. I stepped into the ring, I took some and I gave a hell of a lot more. And that's all that matters! I don't need to wrestle a tournament for the Heavyweight championship, because when the champion is crowned i'll be the one to make it the shortest lived title reign in the history of professional wrestling. And that my friends is I am..

The Reflection of Perfection...

Sasha: Cody Williams, yeah yeah. Come on baby, let's get back to the suite, so you can give me a massage my feet are killing me!

Cody glares into the camera lens before stepping into the limousine. He slams the door shut and simultaneously the limousine scurries off into the distance.

Fade to black.

 

.:: C O M M E R C I A L . B R E A K ::.

 

The scene opens with a shot of the parking lot outside of the arena. The silence of the scene is shattered by the arrival of a limousine. But this isn’t you average Mike Ryba, 100$-an-hour prom rental special. This is a fully customized, this-is-why-you-hate-me work of art. The path of the limo is set forth by a set of fluorescent blue lights that would even make Stevie Wonder squint. The grill is platinum for this platinum superstar that is about to take over Platinum Dynasty Wrestling…and it’s something Paul Wall could never make. As the limo comes further into view, you see that the windows are tinted silver and that the limo is actually a convertible. The man inside must like to drop the tops off cars and a bevy of beauties at the same time. The front license plate reads “HATEME,” and the back one reads “HATEINC.” Yes, this limo is so ballin’ that it needs two different license plates. The limo has spinner rims, but a different kind than you are used to seeing. The four tires have the faces of Jake Matthews, Mike Ryba, Kindred London, and John Raide because, let’s face it, everyone knows the man inside is driving all over the careers of PDW’s biggest stars. Oh yeah, and the limo is finished with a dark blue paint job. It comes to a halt in the middle of the scene and the driver quickly exits. But instead of wearing the typical driver uniform, he is wearing black slacks and a shirt that reads, “Erik Harris Collects Mountain Dew Bottles for Deposit.” The driver quickly makes his way to the rear door and opens it. A pair of very fashionable shoes made for fashionable walking and fashionable ass kicking step on the pavement. The camera pans up to a pair of black slacks, and then a dark blue dress shirt covered with a black sports jacket. That’s when you see the face of perfection, the face of PDW, the face…of Ryan “Ice” Levine. The last time he was seen in PDW, he was fucking up Erik Harris’s night and thread…threads as in insulting his wardrobe. Yeah. Anyway, Ice takes a few steps away from the car before his is greeted by PDW interviewer Kayla. Ice eyes her from head to toe.

Ice: Good, they sent me an assistant. Ok, first I need you to take my bags in. Once you’re done with that, I need you to find Star and tell her we need to talk. She needs to remind me why I’m the only A-list superstar in a federation full of D-listers. After you finish that, I need you to find Mike Ryba, slap him, and tell him I would have done that myself…but I don’t want to dirty my hands with the face sweat of a midcarder. But before you do all of that, go get me a Coke. No Mountain Dew, please. They’re quality standards have quickly fallen into the “Darkness” of the abyss.

Kayla: Ice, I’m sorry but I’m not your assistant. I’m Kayla, one of the resident interviewers of PDW. But I have to say that it is so great to finally meet you. Your arrival has been greatly anticipated, especially by one person.

Ice: Who, Harris? Well I can’t blame him. The only time his promos were ever entertaining was when I crashed them. True story.

Kayla: No, not Erik Harris.

Ice: Ah, then it must be Jake Matthews. Actually, have him get my bags. He’d do anything to be associated with someone as hateful as me and my associates. True story.

Kayla: It’s not Matthews, either.

Ice: Then it has to be John Raide. Even he can find a reason to celebrate the new year now that PDW has the Frozen One. True story.

Kayla: It’s not him, either.

Ice: Well who the hell is it?

Kayla: It’s Dayshia Raye. She wanted me to tell her as soon as you arrived. So I’m going to take off and get you someone to take care of all your requests.

Ice: Alright, not a problem.

Kayla walks away from the scene as Ice takes a look around. After a few seconds, he shouts out to the off-screen Kayla.

Ice: Remember to send Matthews for my bags!

The Frozen One adjusts his sports jacket and makes his way to the arena as the scene fades.

 

 

.:: C O M M E R C I A L . B R E A K ::.

 

 

The camera picks up backstage showing the outside door of Farah Jamison the new Directrix of Talent relations. Coming from inside the room though an argument of sorts seems to be taken place within its closed door. Taking a closer peek inside, we get a clear shot of Farah Jamison and Angelique having a verbal spat with each other.

Farah Jamison: I told you that this will all come back to bite us in the ass! I mean Angel aka Judas what were you thinking by offering him a contract?

Angel sighs deeply as she stands before Farah's desk, crossing her arms over her chest.

Angel: Look, Farah. We've been over this a million times and I don't think we really need to anymore.

By the look on the young woman's face it is obvious she's nervous about something but is trying hard to mask it.

Angel: We should be worried about making this show great. Not this!

Farah rolls her eyes away clearly annoyed with the young girl sitting before her. If she wasn't Star's sister another discussion between the two would be taking place right now and it wasn't one involving words.

Farah Jamison: Yes..we've been over this a millions of times, but you see if you want the show to be great we have to make the owner happy. If Star finds out what you did, then it will be our asses..do you understand that? Do you have any idea what might happen if he shows up here tonight? Remember the Christmas party Angel? He was there! And if by some reason the man shows up here tonight, then I don't know what we're going to do.

Angel: I don't understand why you're making such a big deal out of this. After what happened at that Christmas party...do you have any idea how many people are tuned in to Disclosure tonight? That's what I mean! The buzz and the recognition. The interest. That is the one and only reason why I did it! And if you can't see it then...

????: See what?

Both Farah and Angel pause, slowly turning their heads to see who has just spoken to them. They both hold back a gasp as their eyes fall on Star.

Star: What's up?

Glancing back at Angel, Farah lets out a long deep breath while Angel keeps motioning her to give a response. slowly tilting her head to meet the confused stare of Star, Farah smiles nervously, she had absolutely no idea what she was going to say, but she cannot make up another lie..she all ready had done that enough.

Farah Jamison: Angel and I were just discussing the show..she was just letting me in on how she believes that many people will tune in tonight because of all the talent that we got going this time around. hopefully everyone at home will be quite satisfied with the show that we've given them, and of course a good show means good ratings.

She pauses and takes a look back at Angel who was also offering Star a smile to her face while nodding in agreement to what Farah was saying.

Farah Jamison: Isn't that right Angel?

Angel: Uhhh…right.

Star stood still for a moment, glancing between the women.

Star: Well, very well then. Many people will tune in to see someone try and destroy it. I don't know what the hell is going on up in here tonight but it's starting to piss me off. I'll catch you guys later.

Star looks at Farah and Angel one last time with a raised eyebrow before exiting as quickly as she'd come. As soon as she's gone, the two women stare at one another in silence.

Farah Jamison: I hope you know where you'll be hiding because Star is not going to look at this like a good business deal..not at all!

Saying this Farah glares at Angel and walks out of the room.

 

Standard Match

Julian Dark vs Rachel Price

The camera cuts back to ringside as "Fake It" by Seether hits the PA system. Rachel Price appears from behind the curtain with a focused look on her face ready for this match. Ignoring the boos from the crowd she slides underneath the bottom rope and into the ring. She waits in the corner for her opponent's entrance.

Reggie Stallworth: Man, where were you?

David Wright: Hot dog.

Reggie Stallworth: You missed Rachel Price's entrance, man.

David Wright: Oh, right. What'd I miss.

Reggie Stallworth: Nothing whorish really. She just walked out with a huge grin on her face.

David Wright: Did she look like she was ready to whoop some ass?

Reggie Stallworth: You could say that. Yes, I believe she did.

"Take Me" by Papa Roach explodes through the P.A. System as multicolored pyro shoots up from the stage. The smoke from the pyro is so thick that it can't be seen through. However, as it begins to clear, the outline of Julian Dark can be seen. He waits a few minutes, listening to the fans, feeding off the energy they have created. Then he steps out of the smoke and raises his head, locking his sights on the ring. He makes his way down, drawing in the noise of the crowd and a small smile shows through his tough demeanor. He jumps onto the apron, grabs the top rope, and flips into the ring.

David Wright: You figure him and The Champion know each other back from LA?

Reggie Stallworth: Well, L.A. IS a big city and Eagle Rock and Inglewood are in opposite parts of town. So maybe not.

Before the bell is rung, Rachel Price charges at Julian Dark. The alert Dark leaps over her, as her momentum carries her across the ring. She bounces off the far ropes and comes back at Dark who drops to the mat. The running Price now bounces off the near ropes... Dark telegraphs a backdrop but Price sees it coming and stops in her tracks and greets Dark with a kick to the bent-over Dark. She applies a front facelock and drives Dark to the mat with a DDT.

David Wright: The artist formerly known as Rachel Raide turning the tables.

Reggie Stallworth: Hah...ha.

Rachel steps on the ring apron outside of the ring as Julian Dark knocks the cobwebs out of his head and gets to his feet. As he turns around to face Price, she catapults herself over the top rope for a flying clothesline! But Julian Dark ducks! The flying Rachel Price goes over him and attempts a sunset flip but Julian Dark holds his ground and instead punches Rachel Price in the nose from underneath him!

Reggie Stallworth: Here he go fuckin' up that nose job!

David Wright: She has one?

Reggie Stallworth: Probably...

He runs to the ropes and hits a springboard leg drop across the chest of Rachel Price. Capitalizing on his momentum he runs up the turnbuckles and flies off the top rope with a moonsault double foot stomp. Rachel Price rolls out of the way in time and Julian Dark lands on his feet. As he turns around to face his opponent, Rachel Price slaps him across the face. She then goes for a standing side-kick but Julian Dark sees it coming and grabs ahold of her foot in mid-air. Bouncing around on one foot, Rachel attempts an enziguiri but Julian Dark ducks and grabs ahold of her other foot.

Thinking quick, Rachel Price uses the palms of her hands as useful limbs as she runs across the ring, taking Julian Dark with her! She grabs ahold of the ropes and climbs them as if it were second nature sending her reeling up and backwards. The falling Julian Dark lets go of her feet but as she comes down she grabs ahold of his head and hits a reverse DDT!

Reggie Stallworth: That was ill!

David Wright: Sick, even.

After catching her breath Rachel Price drapes her arm to cover Julian Dark...

One...

Two...

And Julian Dark gets the shoulder up. Rachel Price slaps the mat in frustration before picking Julian Dark up by the hair. She irish whips Julian Dark, but Dark reverses it. Rachel Price does a handstand and bounces off the ropes, lands on her feet and flies back with a back elbow. Julian Dark ducks the elbow. Dark grabs the stumbling Price with a rear waistlock.

Rachel Price with Julian Dark in tow charges the ropes... she holds on to the top rope to keep her from flying back but Julian Dark's own momentum is too much as he goes tumbling backwards... Rachel Price jumps off the middle rope with a flying cross body but Julian Dark catches her in mid-air. He runs to the corner of the ring slamming Rachel Price's lower back against the turnbuckle before power slamming her to the mat...

One...

Two...

Rachel Price kicks out! Without thinking twice Julian Dark turns to the turnbuckle and hits a split-legged moonsault...

One...

Two...

Thr...

Rachel Price puts her right foot on the bottom rope.

David Wright: And Price quickly saves this match for herself!

Reggie Stallworth: Good for her!

Suddenly the arena goes black. Two green spotlights cast on the ring and make their way up the rampway. As they both reach the top, a set of green and white pyro begin to go off. "I Get Money" by 50 Cent begins to blast over the PA system as the lights flick back on as green and white lights flash along with green money symbols on the rampway. Standing at the top of the ramp is one of the newest superstars to the PDW roster, Jay Cash. He walks down to the ring, making fun of fans on his way down. He grabs a microphone and climbs into the ring. By this point both Julian and Rachel have stopped trying to kill each other and focus their attention on this match's intruder.

Jay Cash: Ladies and gentleman...boys and girls, feast your eyes...on PDW's newest acquisition. Do not waste your time watching this second class wrestling.

Reggie Stallworth: I'm not sure Jay Cash is watching the same match we are.

David Wright: Yes, even I'd have to agree Julian Dark has been impressive tonight.

Jay Cash: Yes, yes, I mean, Mister Julian Light and the anorexic bimbo, Rachel Pride. The world of wrestling is evolving... into something bigger and better than... well... this.

Before he can continue, the fans drown Jay Cash with a chant of "Let them wrestle!" *clap clap clapclapclap* "Let them wrestle!"

Jay Cash: And leading the pack of these newer generation of stars is the Messiah of the mat, Mr. Generation Next himself... the NEW Million Dollar Man... Jay Cash...

Jay Cash turns around to face Dark and Price but is greeted with a double clothesline and is sent reeling over the top rope for his troubles!

Without skipping a beat, Rachel Price grabs Julian Dark by the hair and runs to the turnbuckle dragging Dark along with a running bulldog/faceplant maneuver... but Dark holds back sending Rachel Price flying across the ring, landing on her tailbone!

Julian Dark ponders how to put Rachel Price away and walks back into the turnbuckle. He stomps his foot signaling for a superkick. The stomping grows louder and faster as Rachel Price gets to her knees.

Rachel Price helps herself up by holding on to the ropes and just as she turns around she's greeted with Julian Dark's size 12 to the chin! She flies to the outside over the top rope. Julian Dark catapults himself over the top rope and lands on the apron. Risking limb and injury, he jumps off the second rope with an asai moonsault sending him and his opponent reeling back against the guardrail! The fans, in shock, are silent for all of 3 seconds before breaking out in a chant.

Crowd: P-D-Dub! P-D-Dub! P-D-Dub!

Holding his sides, Julian Dark is the first up as he rests himself on the guardrail. The slick Rachel Price however cuts that rest short by hitting him with a low blow from behind. Adding insult to injury she picks Julian Dark off his feet and using the guardrail to her advantage drops him crotch first acros the top!

David Wright: I suddenly feel ill.

She climbs the steps and on to the ring apron. She takes a running start before flying off the apron... she connects by wrapping her legs around Dark's head... but Dark has other plans as he grabs her and slams her to the floor head first with a power bomb.

He climbs off the rail and rubs his crotch because of the pain. He picks Price up off the floor and drapes his arm around her chest.

Reggie Stallworth: How's your back?!

David Wright: I'm good. Thanks for asking but Rachel Price is another story!

After connecting with the running STO, Dark rolls Price under the bottom rope and into the ring.

The fans get to their feet as Julian Dark signals for Darkness Sets In. He jumps off his feet and hits the standing shooting star press!

One...

Two...

THREE!

Reggie Stallworth: What a match! This certainly puts the pressure on the main event!

Opening up in an off-limits room in the Dynasty Spectrum, the cameras find both Dayshia Raye and Aurora Snow seated on a black leather couch atop plush red carpeting. Dangling above them in a beautiful crystal chandelier. Still in her red and black dress Dayshia seems to match the décor of her surroundings perfectly. A small microphone can been seen clipped to the top of her dress.  Aurora has a slightly smug look on her face, dressed in a tan vest that shows ample cleavage and a matching mini skirt. She is rolling her eyes behind her rock star shades…and Dayshia notices her demeanor.
 
Dayshia: Aurora, what’s the problem? You’ve been acting funny since I walked in here.

Aurora: Me? Acting funny? No, not me I am perfectly fine..

Yeah she obviously wasn't fine. She fixed her microphone on her vest rather roughly, looking perturbed at that point.

Aurora: I mean you acting like a little horn dog doesn't bother me at all Dayshia.

Dayshia's mouth drops open. What was this?!

Dayshia: Horn dog?! Honestly, Rory. Have you been smoking? I think you're imagining things. I'm doing nothing but sitting here.

Aurora: You are now, but you sure there are no condoms and sex toys hiding up that short ass skirt you’re wearing there?

Yeah she'd seen the actions earlier, I’m sure everyone had. Dayshia fell silent.

Dayshia: Condoms?

All Dayshia could do was stare and blink. Aurora was...well, she was right. But would Dayshia admit that? Hell no.

Dayshia: Whatever, Rory.

Aurora: Whatever? I may be blonde Dayshia but I am not stupid, come on we all saw that shit back there, who were you waiting for Dayshia. A certain interviewee perhaps?

Dayshia: Ice? Of course I was! Ummm...earth to Aurora. We're interviewing him tonight!

At least they're scheduled to...

Aurora: Oh don't play dumb Dayshia. I am not Clint here. You were waiting for him alright, and were those condoms and toys I saw?

Dayshia just smiles a sweet, disarming smile at Aurora. She suddenly scoots closer to her on the couch.

Dayshia: Aurora...

She slips an arm around her and kisses her cheek gently.

Dayshia: So tense. Relax.

Aurora: Dayshia...I love ya girl....but where has those lips been tonight?

She was dead serious if they were around Ice's dick she'd be hella upset right now.

Dayshia: On my damn face, Aurora. They've been on my face! I can't believe you!

Aurora: Yeah, that’s where they better stay if your gonna kiss my cheek.
Biting her bottom lip, Dayshia nods her head. She then holds a hand up to the sky, the one around Aurora, while pulling the other one being her back and crossing her fingers.

Dayshia: Scout's honor.

As she said this she slowly got up from her seat, straightening out her dress as she did so. She suddenly points to the door, which causes Aurora to make a face.

Dayshia: Bathroom. Sheesh!

Not waiting for Aurora to say another word Dayshia darts quickly out of the door. As she speeds through the halls Kayla Moore is standing at the water cooler. Kayla doesn’t say a word. She just smiles and nods her head. A grin immediately spreads across Dayshia’s face before she runs off screen. The scene suddenly cuts back to Aurora in the "studio" staring at her watch with clear annoyance. She suddenly pauses, lifts her head up, and looks directly into the camera.

Aurora: She is NOT coming back!

 

 

.:: C O M M E R C I A L . B R E A K ::.

 

 

Entering the Dynasty Spectrum, Kindred London and his lovely fiancée, Carliee was right by his side, as they conversed walking inside the garage/parking area while they made their way inside the arena.

Kindred London: Damn baby ... can you feel it? Tonight is the night. I get the luxury of getting back into the ring and kicking some ass to-night!

Carliee: Indeed darling ... you will kick that ass!

Finally getting into the arena, both with smiles on their face. London and Carliee walked through the hallway, before meeting the professional half of the Moore twins. Kayla Moore, stood there with the microphone in hand, awaiting to question London about his main event match, later tonight!

Kayla Moore: Hello Mr. London ... first question in which I'm sure you can pretty much figure out ... How do you feel about getting back into that ring with what seems like former enemies of yours ... Mike Ryba and John Raide?

Kindred London: Well I feel simply wonderful. See ... tonight, I got the chance to defeat both douche'bags that I have come close to beating. Tonight is the night. Whether I pin one or both or all three. It doesn't matter. The answer simply is, K-Lo will be coming out with a TKO ... Tonight is ... the night!

Looking over to Carliee, London pecked her on the lips as he turned back to the interviewer.

Kayla Moore: Do you think that you will grab a hold of the Platinum title this time around?

Kindred London: Fo' Sho' ... I'm going step by step ... match by match. This is the qualifying round tonight. One match at a time. One match. Then next thing you know ... I'm standing as the Platinum Champion. I am the Platinum Gem, so it's only correct if I held that title around my waist!! Laugh now, but in the end ... I'll be the one with the smile.

Kayla Moore: Well I wish you luck tonight, mister ...

As London nods, Carliee gives a glare at Kayla Moore as they moved along and the scene faded out.

Main Event - Platinum Qualifier #2

Mike Ryba vs. Kindred London vs Toni Terror vs. John Raide

 

David Wright: And we’ve finally reached our much anticipated main event of the night. Although it looks like this match will remain one person short. Apparently, Toni Terror’s flight was delayed but she’d made it in time for this match. Yet she still isn’t here. Lets check out what happened during our last commercial break.

The Platinum Tron suddenly comes to life.

The camera then fades outside into the parking garage where we see a black Honda Civic quickly pull up in front of the entrance to the arena. The driver side door opens quickly, and we see Toni Terror quickly make her way from the vehicle. She walks around to the trunk and opens it slowly, mumbling to herself.

Toni Terror: Stupid fucking plane delays...

As she throws the bag over her shoulder, and closes the trunk, she suddenly falls against the car face first. She lets out a scream of pain as she rolls off the trunk and onto the cold concrete. The camera watches on as Toni screams out in pain holding the back of her head. On the ground around her, a small puddle of blood begins to form. The camera pans up to see a mysterious figure with its back to us walking away. The clanking sound of metal can be heard as the figure drops something to the ground. EMTs and security personnel rush out of the arena and surround Toni as she continues to hold the back of her head.

The camera fades back to ringside.

David Wright: Who in the hell would do such a thing and why?!

Reggie Stallworth: That might not be such a bad thing. I’m not feeling Toni too much anyway. If women are gonna be in the ring they need to be fine. Her nose just messes up her whole damn face so I say she failed just for that to begin with.

David Wright: It’s not about a female’s looks, Reggie. It’s about their abilities in the ring and PDW has had many talent women run through here.

Reggie Stallworth: Yeah, a lot of them I would’ve liked to run through. Not Toni though.

David Wright: I think Toni is a lovely young lady.

Reggie Stallworth: Yeah, but you don’t count.

Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentlemen. This is our main event of the night. The following contest is now a triple threat match to contend for the Platinum Championship at PDW’s Reckless Endangerment.  

The slow beginning of 'The Howling' begins to play as the lights dim and blue lights begin to turn on.

Sammantha Jinx: Introducing first…hailing from the New Jersey Shore and weighing in at 286 pounds. He is the former Platinum Champion…MIKE RYBA!

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.

David Wright: Ryba’s looking pretty good tonight. He’s obviously come ready for this thing. The former champ’s got a lot of competition.

Reggie Stallworth: Yeah yeah yeah. That’s nice and all. But DAYUM! Johanna is FOINE!

Suddenly, "Lunatic Fringe" by Red Rider begins to play and John Raide makes his way out onto the stage with his flashy entrance.

Sammantha Jinx: And coming to the ring next, from Portland, Maine…JOHN RAIDE!!!

David Wright: Wow, how flashy.

Reggie Stallworth: Yeah, shit was hot.

Sammantha Jinx: And finally…coming all the way from Oakland, California and being accompanied to the ring by Carliee…KINDRED LONDON!!!

|| L O L O Dey Know Dey Know ||
|| L O L O Dey Know Dey Know ||
|| L O L O Dey Know Dey Know ||
|| L O L O Dey Know Dey Know ||

Sparks fly up from the pyros as the theme bangs throughout the PA System. The crowd taking shots with boo's at London's appearance. On his side, his fiance' Carliee, as London gives his own type of salute as they continue to throw boo's at him. Loving every bit of it, London pecks Carliee on the cheek, as the pyros keep firing out the golden sparks.

... Call me street like the raver?
Shawty Lo, A.T.L, I'm the MAYOR
Street Nigga but I can be tailored
Every now and then shawty might rock gators
Me and that kussssh I got acres
Yeahhh no more nosy xxx neighbors
Bigupp to all my HATERS

London leading the way down the ramp slowly, looking side to side ... he brushes his cornrolls down, before quickly sliding into the ring ... staying down with the shit-eating grin. Carliee making her way up the steps, London holds down the ring ropes as Carliee slowly makes her way inside the ring. The audience cheering for a hot second. London stands on the second turnbuckle before posing. Dropping down he goes on the other far turnbuckle, on the second, doing the same pose.

Im the Man (PAUSE) and I know that
I got cash (PAUSE) I'm talkin throw back
100 grand (PAUSE) what's that
I hit the club (PAUSE) and I blow that

Dropping down again, he slowly walks over to the center of the ring, where Carliee stands. London kneels down beside Carliee as he wraps his arms around her waist, as the music dies out.

With the three men in the ring the match quickly gets underway. Kindred London darts across the ring taking down Raide with a hell of a wheelbarrow DDT. London picks Raide up before whipping him into the corner. Ryba comes at London from behind, but London catches him and whips him right into Raide, smashing them both. London runs, wasting no time before hitting a dropkick, getting both. Ryba slumps to the mat, but Raide is groggy. London pops up and takes down Raide with his trademark jumping neckbreaker, hitting the “Break A Bitch” onto Raide as the people eat it up.

David Wright: And we’re off…London starting this thing off with a bang. He hits a jumping neckbreaker on Raide that is absolutely mind blowing.

Reggie Stallworth: Kindred’s a former Glamorous Life champion. And not only does he have to live up to that, he also has that woman of his to look good for. And all Carliee has to do is stand there and she is pure perfection!

London goes back and forth at Ryba with lefts and right, showing his ‘brawling’ side. Ryba shows the same before blocking one of London’s punches. Ryba goes for a quick clothesline, but London easily ducks and reverses the momentum onto his side, after hitting out of no where a spinning standing backflip slam, in which leaves the crowd going out of their f’n minds after witnessing the remix version of London’s finisher, Out of Order. London lays on the mat, out of breath, trying to find his way back to his feet. But as he does so, Raide begins to climb to his feet as well and heads up behind London. He then spins him around and jacks him up, making him hit the mat once again with a smooth vertical suplex as the fans scream and cheer the well known performer on.

David Wright: Raide turning the table with the vertical suplex. These two men are not new to one another.

Reggie Stallworth: If Kindred can crush that ego of Raide’s imagine what it’ll do to both of them!

Raide grabs Kindred by the hair before locking him in a dragon sleeper hold, but just as he begins to lock the move on tight Ryba comes up behind him, grabbing him by the hair like he’d done to London and yanking him away. He then shoots Raide into the ropes. As Raide returns Ryba tosses out a clothesline that Raide ducks quickly. Raide bounces from the opposite side only to run straight into a “How’s Your Back” running STO. Raide’s back and head hit the mat with a sickening thud as the entire ring shakes from the impact! With Raide down, Ryba quickly covers him.

ONE…

TWO…

Kindred is back on his feet and quickly makes the save with a leg drop onto both Ryba and Raide.

Reggie Stallworth: Is Raide’s brain safe after that?

David Wright: I don’t know. It bounced off the mat rather hard there. He could’ve quite possibly ended the match already if it weren’t for Kindred.

After dragging Ryba off of Ryba Kindred nearly tears his arm off with a High Angle Fujiwara Armbar. Ryba grits his teeth in agony but amazingly does not cry out. London then pulls Ryba to his feet and quickly follows up with a black hole slam onto the much larger opponent. John Raide is slowly pulling himself to his feet. As London goes for a pin on Ryba Raide intervenes by hitting him with a stiff kick to the back of the head. Kindred hunches over clutching the spot in which he’d just been struck. With this new window Raide hauls London to his feet and thrusts him into the corner where Kindred’s back hits the post hard. Raide attacks London’s chest with massive knife edge chops, each one sounding out loudly. He then tosses his knee into London’s gut and floors him with an exploder DDT. Refusing to stop there, Raide lifts London up once again and launches him into the ropes. Upon London’s return Raide executes a perfect Samoan drop.  He then hooks Kindred’s leg.

ONE…

T.C. Payne barely has a chance to begin before Raide is lifted right off of London and raised straight into the air and over Mike Ryba’s head with a Fall Away Slam!

David Wright: Ryba surprising the hell out of Raide with that one. He almost went over the top rope!

Reggie Stallworth: Right onto this announcer’s table!

David Wright: I know!

Reggie Stallworth: And you would’ve been the one he hit!

David Wright: Whatever!

Ryba continues his assault stomping mercilessly on Ryba and Carliee stands outside of the ring with a look of concern on her face. She leans under the ropes, reaching for Kindred and trying to coax him to his feet. Meanwhile, Ryba keeps up his attack with Raide doing his best to battle him, firing back with fists that allow him to raise himself up to his knees. As Ryba goes to hit him with a forearm to the face Raide manages to block and headbutt Ryba in the gut, forcing him to stumble back. But as Raide attempts to stand to his feet Ryba clotheslines him right back down. Going to retrieve Raide, Ryba is caught of guard by an immobilizing kick to the shin from Ryba. The feel of Raide’s hard wrestling boot connecting with his shin stops Ryba dead in his tracks, allowing Raide to finally get up. As he goes for a sleeper suplex Ryba maneuvers out of the way and stomps hard on Raide’s foot. Raide’s mouth drops open, but no sound comes out. And soon after Ryba’s big boot smashes onto his other foot, bringing John Raide to his knees. Now in a much better positions Ryba then backs away and catapults himself off the ropes where he hits Raide with a diving kick to the face.

Reggie Stallworth: And there it is!

David Wright: Ryba with the “Stray Bullet”!

Raide immediately falls back onto the mat. Ryba wastes absolutely no time going after him again as Kindred London pushes his way up to his feet. Immediately noticing the action he hits Ryba with a standing dropkick, causing him to stumble backwards. Kindred then leaps up and hits him with another which causes him to fall back into the ropes. London then goes for an inverted facelock slam, but is blocked by Ryba. London then attempts his common Torture Rack Into Modified Neckbreaker Drop in which Ryba uses full advantage of his size to keep London from connecting. In once last offensive attempt London executes a standing cartwheel backflip moonsault and his wrestling boots connect with the former champion’s chin! After that struggle the fans can’t help but come to their feet and get behind London.

David Wright: Ryba sure as hell isn’t making it easy on Kindred!

Reggie Stallworth: Is he supposed to?!

Clearly exhausted but still with wind in his sails Kindred capitalizes on this moment by locking on an Anaconda Vice. But it doesn’t seem as though he has the strength to fully utilize the move. Kindred then switches strategy, hopping to his feet and pulling Mike Ryba up with him with a bit of struggle.

David Wright: Looks like Kindred has had about enough…

Reggie Stallworth: Yeah, he’s ready to put an end to this. Wasting too much damn time in the ring with men when he could be home with what’s standing over there cheering him on!

David Wright: Hell, Ryba too.

Kindred looks to be going for the “Out of Order”, by Ryba completely telegraphs the move and slaps his hand around Kindred’s neck. Gripping London’s throat tightly in his hands Ryba locks London in a double underhook. But as he does so Kindred’s other half leaps onto the apron.

David Wright: Oh, what the hell is she doing?! She has no business getting involved in this!

Reggie Stallworth: And you expected her not to because…?

Carliee jumps onto the ropes and reaches into the ring, where she grips Ryba by the hair with both hands and yanks with all her might, causing Ryba to release her fiancé.  Now hoping off the ropes with a look of satisfaction, Carliee’s face suddenly reads nothing but fear as Ryba turns around. He quickly grabs a handful of Carliee’s hair before she has the chance to run away and drags her into the ring. The poor young females cries out loudly as she’s manhandled. But it’s no matter to Ryba. He yanks her straight up and pulls her head back, pointing and degrading her. The word “Chihuahua” can be made out very easily. But in mid-sentence Carliee  brings her pointy toed stiletto right up into his crotch so hard that it brings tears to Ryba’s eyes. The crowd lets out a huge “OOOOHHHH”!!!” feeling Ryba’s pain from a distance. At the sight of this Johanna immediately darts to the ring and slides under the ropes. She then leaps up and grabs Carliee by the back of the neck, tossing her out of the ring and onto the floor outside. But as Johanna follows her out the damage has already been done. Kindred London now slinks his way over to Ryba who can do nothing but clutch his nuts in agony, cross eyed.

Reggie Stallworth: Damn, and I heard he JUST started using those again!

David Wright: Someone needs to put Carliee in her place!

Reggie Stallworth: I think Johanna is thinking the same thing. Look at her go!

Kindred London is so obviously ready to bag this, but out of nowhere, Raide creeps up behind him. He spins London around and boots him right in the gut.

Reggie Stallworth: JOHN FUCKIN’ RAIDE!!!

David Wright: How the hell can someone ever forget about John fuckin’ Raide!

Raide jacks London up and drives his head straight into the canvas with a Tombstone piledriver!

David Wright: Fade to Black ’08!!!

Raide quickly hooks London’s leg!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

Sammantha Jinx: Here is your winner and the second entrant into the Platinum Championship match…JOHN RAIDE!!!

David Wright: John Raide swept the rug right from under both Ryba AND London tonight!

Reggie Stallworth: Damn, what a match!!! We’ll be right back ladies and gentlemen!

 

As Disclosure returns from a commercial break, "Flashing Lights” by Kanye West featuring Dwele immediately hits the speakers and the entire Dynasty Spectrum roars to life with cheer. In a matter of seconds the volume goes up a notch as PDW owner Star makes her way out onto the stage.

David Wright: And here I was thinking she wouldn’t be out here tonight at all.

Reggie Stallworth: Dave, do you see how fine that woman is? It would be a damn crime if she didn’t come out here!

Star makes her way down the ramp without a smile in sight, ignoring the fans in a manner that is very unlike her. With a mic in had, Star stomps up the steel staircase and climbs into the ring. No sooner that she’d entered Star signaled for her music to be cut. It died quickly and Star stood staring out at the crowd, pacing the ring. She raised a hand for the screaming fans to lower the noise and then lifted her mic to speak.

Star: Well, tonight has been a blast that’s for damn sure. You guys having a good time?

The arena erupts in ovation, much to Star’s delight.

Star: That’s what I like to hear! I’ve been having a pretty good time myself for the most part. However…

She pauses for a moment as she places a hand on her hip. The fans continue to scream in her silent moment.

Star: I’m thinking somebody here has been trying real hard to ruin that though. And you know what? They’ve gotten close as hell to succeeding and I’m about tired of it. So whoever has been running around trying so hard to ruin this night for me…get some balls and bring your ass down here right now! Since you’re so big and bad!

Star lowers her mic and focuses on the stage area awaiting the culprit.

Star: Come on! Man up! You obviously have something to say and I’m right here. Go on and say it!

Reggie Stallworth: Hell, I wanna know who this is too.

David Wright: I think everybody does.

"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 belt less and a tight tank top wrist bands on her arms. She stands at the top of the ramp for a moment, holding a mic down by her waist. She just stares at Star for a moment, before strutting down the ramp towards the ring.

Reggie Stallworth: Wow.

David Wright: Wait... you're saying that all this trouble tonight…was from her?

Reggie Stallworth: Well you know what they say. The finer the bitch... the more trouble she's gonna cause.

David Wright: I've never heard that...

Reggie Stallworth: If you left your apartment more often, you'd know these things junior pimpin'.

David Wright: Junior what?

Reggie Stallworth: Never mind. I want to hear what Melody has to say.

Melody climbs into the ring slowly as the fans continue to boo. Star is staring a hole right through her, as Mel just smirks. She raises the mic to her lips slowly, but the crowd begins a loud "skank" chant which causes her to lose it for a moment. After getting herself back together, she brings the mic up to her mouth once more, but before she can talk, she's quickly cut off by Star.

Star: Whoa whoa whoa. Wait a minute. WAIT...a minute!

She begins to laugh a little, shaking her head as she watched Melody.

Star: Come on now. Seriously? You? What's the deal, sweetie? You got your contract. If this is for a raise or something already you are wasting your goddamn time.

Melody giggles a little. She shakes her head as she speaks.

Melody: Me? No honey, I don't need a raise... but it seems like you're implying I've been the one trying to ruin YOUR show...

Melody laughs again softly.

Melody: Have you ever heard the saying 3 strikes and you're out? Well sugar, you just swung away and hit nothing but air. 1, like I said, I don't need a raise 2,I think the chaos made the show more appealing. 3, I had nothing to do with any of it... but...

You can hear Star ask her why she came out here then. A huge smirk spreads across Melody's face.

Melody: Because I know who did...

Star's expression goes from being annoyed to almost being completely pissed off. She takes a step back and does a waving motion with her hand basically telling Melody to come out with it.

Star: Then come on. Stop wasting my time.

Melody just giggles once again, and the crowd starts boo'ing loudly.

Meldoy: Him.

Melody points behind Star, where we see a man standing about 6'3" wearing a dark hoodie and baggy jeans. She then realizes that the crowd wasn't booing at Melody, they were booing whomever it was standing behind her at that very moment. Not ready to see who it is, Star drops her mic and shakes her head. Instead of turning around to see who it is though, she balls up her fist and turns around swinging. The man behind her ducks the swings and grabs her arm, pulling her in close. He flips his hood back revealing himself as The Miracle Boy himself, Jake Matthews. Star looks completely stunned, as Jake quickly leans in and plants a long passionate kiss directly on her lips. She tries fighting it, but with the way Jake is holding her, she really has nowhere to go. Jake lets her go as quickly as he had grabbed her, which causes her to fall down to the mat. Star stays seated on the mat, and just stares at her ex with a bewildered expression. Jake winks at Star as he walks backwards towards Melody who hands him the mic.

Jake Matthews: Seriously baby... what would the re-debut of Disclosure be without the Miracle Boy on hand? I think my invitation got lost in the mail, but no worries sugar face... your sister was a good little girl, and flew all the way to Japan to see me. Yeah, Angelique came half way around the world to try and sign me to a PDW contract...

Jake smirks as he pulls something out of his pocket. He unfolds a few papers and tosses them at Star's feet.

Jake Matthews: I'm going to go out on a limb though, and say she won't be getting any sort of promotion in the near future, now will she?

You can see Star quickly grab the papers, and begin reading them over.

Jake Matthews: Go ahead baby doll... read'em over all you like. It won't change the fact that the Miracle Boy is here in the Platinum Dynasty once again... and you know what the best part is?

Jake crouches down and looks Star right in the eye

Jake Matthews: there's not a DAMN thing you can do about it... oh, and Happy Birthday sweetie. Now hit my music bitches.

"Poppin' Bottles" begins to blare through the PA system as Jake slides out of the ring leaving Star and Melody alone. Star finally gets to her feet and begins yelling at the top of her lungs at Jake. She turns around to grab the papers he left, but out of nowhere, Melody jumps from the top rope and hits a flying DDT in the center of the ring, leaving Star knocked out cold. The explosion of boos is enough to make even Jake turn around to see what's going on, and when he sees Star laid out in the center of the ring, the expression on his face is that of confusion. Melody looks at him and just shrugs as the camera focuses in on the out cold owner of PDW, Star.

Reggie Stallworth: Damn...