The Dynasty Spectrum
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
January 15, 2008

 

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 last week's Disclosure event. The Champion briefly celebrating in the ring after his win. Ice exiting his customized limo. Carliee nailing Mike Riba in the nuts and John Raide capturing the win in the main event.

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: Wassup, bitches?! Welcome to the Twilight Zone...again!

David Wright: Reggie, I didn't want to tell you this last week...but you are a litle corny at times.

Reggie Stallworth: What the fu...don't get destroyed, Dave. We gon' create the main event right here behind this announcer's table if you keep it up.

David Wright: Anyway...can we start the show, please?

The scene opens up in the back with Timmy D who was not booked this evening.  He plucks the butt of a cigarette onto the floor. Just as he does do Joshua Payne is coming around the corner. Timmy approaches him and the two men engage in a stare down. Neither one close enough to the other to make physical contact but just enough to give off a vibe that something doesn’t sit right.

Timmy D: I bet you think that your one bad ass dude don’t you? Proud that you were able to put me on my back with a sneak attack. Good I hope that you enjoyed it and savored the moment because I swear to you Payne that it will never, ever happen again.

Joshua Payne: It's sad Timmy, that you'll sit here, and dwell upon what happened last week. When you know full well that isn't the least of your worries, the fact of the matter is you know that I'm not going to stop coming for you. Not last week, not this week, not ever.

Timmy D: You may be able to work the minds of other men around this place, but I don’t cower to any man not last week, not this week, not ever. So why don’t you take care of  your match tonight, and do what’s best for the both of us and worry about yourself.

Joshua Payne: Don't your worry I am doing what's best for the both of us, and the sooner that you learn that the better off that you'll be. You're nothing Timmy, and without my name in your mouth you're even less. You need to realize that you need me far more than I need you.

Timmy D: The only thing I’m going to need is a shovel to bury your ass after I make you look like the fool you are.

Joshua Payne: Timmy you need to realize that I'm not here to harm you, but I'm here to save you. Save you from yourself, save you from your pain, and save you from your own personal hell.

Timmy D: (Timmy smiles) Do you think you’re the first if your type I’ve come across in my career? I have heard countless numbers of tell me what they were going to do to me, and do you know where they are now? Reflecting on brighter days before they ever encountered the icon.

Joshua Payne: Timmy, and I've dealt with countless little children like yourself. I've dealt with each of them the same way, I've assimilated them to the way they should be and I've taught them what they needed to learn. Timmy you'll be no different then any of them. You're a choir boy. A coward, and a piece of shit.

Timmy D: Well you know it’s not over till the fat lady sings and I think that bitch just piped a tune.

Timmy and Josh step towards each other. This one looks like it maybe a knock down drag out fight. But just as things are about to get wild the security in the back split’s the two men up. Both men are forced to go about their business. But there’s a feeling that this one is far from finished.

 

Debutant Match

Jordon Webb vs Terry Martinez

 

The lights in the arena turn out completely as the opening beat of Ridin' begins to play. With each opening line, a spotlight illuminates, starting from the base of the ramp (a total of 3 lights on the ramp). Then with each time the line "Tryin' to catch me ridin' dirty" is repeated, a spotlight turns on pointed at the stage, and slowly up from an elevator underneath the stage, a sillouhetted figure appears, holding a title belt. Eventually, gold pyros begin to shower from the ceiling and the figure turns around, removing the hood of his cloak and revealing himself as....

Samantha Jinx: Terry Martinez!!!

The lights in the arena suddenly fade out. The audience members stand to their feet and begin to clap along with the opening of “Territoire Hostile” by Sans Pression as it plays over the PA system.

“Trop d’chose qui s’passe dans l’réseau, know I’m sayin’,
on n’entend pas parler, know I’m sayin’,
ca s’passe juste a cote d’toi, know I’m sayin’,
on pense la vie est belle, you know I’m sayin’,
y savent pas comment c'est eux,
c'trop hostile…”

The big-screen illuminates with clips of Jordon Webb executing the Flying Scissor Heel Hook and throwing brutal flurries of strikes on various past opponents. A spotlight shines down, focusing on the top of the entrance ramp. As the sounds of the piano introduce the instrumental of his entrance music, Webb reveals himself from behind the curtain wearing a sleeveless black karate gi complete with a black belt that bears a white East Asian calligraphy symbol that translates to “Webb” as well as a black headband tied at the back of his head with a similar white symbol on the front. He steps into the spotlight and continues pacing steadily down the entrance ramp with his eyes focused on the ring and his mind focused on his strategy as the spotlight follows him the whole way.

“Le coté sombre de Montréal, 514, know I’m sayin’,
hostile sauf quand le buzz est allumé,
je l'ai vu, tu l’as vu, on l’a vu,
le bizness illégal, c'est ca qui controle la rue,
la violence, le sexe, la drogue et tout ca pour l’argent,
dans le territoire hostile tout s'achète et tout se vend...

Ayo, back in the days y’a un black qui s'ap’llait Pat,
y pensait qu’y'étais phat, rude byoye dilleur de crack,
toujours les grosses marques,
un jollet de la haute classe et grâce à sont sérieux c'tait chill pas trop d'obstacle,
pas trop d’conflits, chaques jours des gros profits,
jusqu'au jour où il commence à pop-off son produit, pauvre lui,
c'est là où la fete s'arrete,
respect! Si tu payes ta dette ou bien ont fait tas tete, get,
entouré d’problèmes, pogné au centre,
y savait pu quoi faire, y parlait d’voler une banque,
mais c'tais déjà trop tard, il sont venu, il sont partie,
y’ont prit tout c’qu’y possédait, en plus y’ont prit ca vie,
car dans ce bizness, negro, des fois les choses vont mal,
faut etre professionnel, sinon ca s’ras la pierre tombal,
penses deux fois, qu’est-ce qui peux, yo c’pas un jeux d'enfants,
et dans le territoire hostile, les gens pour l'argent,
yo ils sont...”

Reggie Stallworth: What the hell is that song saying man? We don't speak spanish in PDW man!

David Wright: I believe that's French Reggie.

Reggie Stallworth: I didn't know the French spoke Spanish.

He proceeds down the entrance ramp with a look of absolute concentration and determination in his eyes. He outstretches his arms from time to time to high-five some of his fans, but his eyes never leave the ring and his pace never slows.

“Pret à mourir, pret à tuer,
hostile, sauf quand le buzz est allumé,
la vie d’la rue : rien pour te faire sourire,
territoire hostile, faut toujours etre pret à mourir yo,
pret à mourir, yo, pret à tuer,
hostile, sauf quand le buzz est allumé,
la vie d’la rue : rien pour te faire sourire,
territoire hostile, faut toujours etre pret à mourir...”

Approaching the steps at ringside, he begins to shuffle in place before ascending the staircase. He steps onto the apron and turns back-to the ropes and raises his arms, taunting on the apron for the nearby fans causing a thunderous ovation the crowd roars with “Webbie” chants. but as Webbie starts to climb the ropes and go through the middle one, Terry comes in with a dropkick sending Webbie down to the mat floor. Terry quickly follows him and picks him off the pavement floor, he gets in a very stiff punch the face and sends him crashing toward the steel barricade. Webbie impacts with the barricade hard and holds on to his back from the pain, Terry now goes on the hunt once again after him taking hold of Webbie by the neck trying to send over the barricade, but Webbie blocks this with an elbow to the gut and follows it with a quick kick to the side. Terry grunts in pain as Webbie follows his kicks with quick punches to the sides of his body and some more kicks to the side of his legs, Next Webbie nails a massive uppercut making Terry stagger backwards and then follows it with a good front kick.

Reggie Stallworth: Damn Dave..That kick look like it's going to leave a mark.

David Wright: And the match hasn't even officially started.

Back to the match. Webbie drags a dazed Terry back inside the ring. He rolls him under the ropes and quickly follows along, but Terry gets up and kicks the still down Webbie in the back of the head, he then starts to mount him down with some stiff punches of his own before raising Webbie off the floor by force. Quickly, Terry then grabs on to the arm of Webbie starting to twisting it all around obviously trying to cause some damage on it. Webbie tries to break the hold by getting some elbows tot he face of Terry, but Terry retaliates with a kick to the midsection and then continues applying more pressure. He then sends Webbie to the corner post coming in after with a running splash taking the wind out of Webbie. Then Terry takes Webbie over his shoulders and drops him to the ropes with a flapjack. Webbie takes hold of his neck quickly feeling the pain from the hit, but Terry continues his attack and follows that by Irish whipping Webbie to the ropes but he manages to duck under the attempted clothesline and as Terry turns to face him again Webbie comes out of nowhere with a Jump heel kick right on the jaw of Terry knocking him off his feet..Webbie covers...

ONE...

David Wright: That may do it Reggie!

TWO...

Reggie Stallworth: Not quite yet...

.....Terry manages to get his arm up barely stopping the count, but Webbie goes back to work on his getting on top of him with some judo punches to the face. Terry tried to cover most of the hits but the speed of Webbie was too much to take and he landed most of the punches. Next Webbie takes hold of Terry and raises him up, and as the two fighters stand face to face in the center of the ring. Webb, with his hands up as if he were about to throw a punch, suddenly steps forward and delivers a stiff, chopping right leg kick to the outside thigh area of Terry. Webb immediately puts his hands back up and fires off a couple quick jabs that miss completely before faking a right hand and coming in with another snapping right leg kick, but this time Martinez checks the kick, lifting his left leg and letting his shin absorb the impact to avoid most of the damage. Leaving his hands at his waste this time, Webb steps in and blatantly telegraphs the right leg kick once more, giving Martinez the opportunity to lift his leg and check the kick again. This time Webb follows all the way through with his right low kick, landing it on Martinez’s right leg this time, sweeping him off his feet and onto his ass momentarily before instantly hopping back to his feet.

Dave Wright: This match cannot get more physical.

Reggie Stallworth: I think after this match Terry is going to quickly call his mama because he just got his ass kicked..literally!

Terry staggers to his feet and finally gets in a kick of his own and manages to get in a good one sending Webbie back. Terry wastes no time and gets in a clothesline but Webbie quickly gets up and once again he gets in another clothesline then a chop to the chest. Terry next takes hold of Webbie and nails him with a DDT going for the cover, but he only gets a 2 count. Webbie gets to his feet first and Terry follows it, He goes for another kick but Webbie saw that one coming and took him down to the mat floor hard. Once again Terry he gets a jude chop accross the chest and follows it with a combination of kicks and punchs to the body of Terry, and once again Terry goes to cover the shots but Webbie was just to quick for him to block the moves. He finishes the combination of moves with a blow to the Jaw then he uses his "Strength of Anger Combination" knocking out Terry...Webbie then covers...

ONE...

TWO...

THREE...

Reggie Stallworth: He did it!

David Wright: That was some match..And what a great debut for Webbie.

Reggie Stallworth: We'll have to keep an eye out on this guy.

Samantha Jinx: Here is your winner...JORDON WEBB!

The scene opens in the backstage area, Sean and Vincent are shown standing by the soda machine. Sean reaches in his pants pocket and pulls out some change, he starts to insert the money in the machine and pushes the button for a Pepsi.

Vincent: You needed the night off, last week was a bad week for you. But I know you'll bounce back.

Sean: I didn't get pin, so I could care less.

Vincent: Well at least we accomplished one thing last night, and that was to take out Erik Harris.

Sean: I know he has something planned for tonight, so I have to keep my eyes opened. Erik is the type that would sneak attack someone, little punk.

Vincent laughs, he turns Sean around so that Sean was facing the other direction and he smacks his butt.

Vincent: Let's get out of here. I'm trying to get me some of that.

Sean laughs, he starts to walk away but Kayla Moore screams out his name. Sean rolls his eyes and turns around facing Kayla who is almost sprinting down the hall-way to catch up with the two.

Sean: What?

Kayla: I've been looking all over for you. I have some important questions to ask. Do you have some time?

Sean: Su-

Vincent interrupts.

Vincent: No he doesn't, we were about to leave the arena.

Kayla: So your not going to stick around for Rican Flava's match, aren't that in your little group? Shouldn't you stick around in case Erik has something up his sleeve.

Vincent: Did you know you ask to many damn questions? Your annoying little girl, go somewhere.

Kayla mumbles "asshole" under her breath, she starts to turn the other direction and walk the other way, but Sean grabs a hold of her arm and pulls her back.

Sean: I doubt Erik has anything up his sleeve, the man isn't to smart in the head and plus did you see how we destroyed his ass last week? I'm shocked that the man even decided to show up and do this match tonight, it's okay though. He has heart and I will give him that, but that won't stop him from getting his ass kicked tonight. I'm only leaving the arena temporarily, but I will be back to enjoy the rest of the show.

Kayla: But why Erik? Why this new attitude?

Sean: Why not? I was the type of person who would be friends with everyone, I would let people walk over me and take advantage of me. But that was the old Sean Williams, this is the new and improved Sean Williams and Erik was such an easy target, we had issues back in ASW, after I left that place and found out that Erik was coming here. I felt it was only right to finish what started back in ASW.

Kayla: But you guys use to be friends.

Sean: I was never friends with Erik, he's pathetic and a waste of life on this earth. After Brandon and Anthony is done with him, I think I will come down to the ring and finish the job.

Kayla: I thin-

Sean interrupts Kayla.

Sean: Look I'm done with this interview, I have more important things to do then to sit here and waste my time talking to you. Go find Erik and make sure he is doing alright, tell him to pray or something before his match because tonight's match will be his last.

Sean smiles as he grabs Vincent's hand and the two walk off in the other direction, leaving Kayla standing there with a confused look on her face. She shrugs her shoulders and starts to walk off in the other direction, she turns the corner and bumps into Brandon and Anthony standing in the hall-way.

Kayla: This is good, I was coming to look for you guys.

Brandon looks at Anthony and laughs.

Kayla: What's so funny?

Brandon: Nosotros no nos sentimos como contestar cualquiera de sus preguntas mudas esta noche.

Kaya; Pardon me?

Brandon: Dije, nosotros no nos sentimos como contestar. Usted sabe lo que, lo se olvida.

Kayla: This is America, we do speak english here.

Brandon looks at Kayla, and he starts to ball his fist up. Anthony steps in calms his brother down.

Anthony: Calm down Brandon, she is an interviewer. She only wants to ask us some unimportant questions so I'll just answer them.

Kayla: They're important to me.

Anthony: What?

Kayla: What is the relationship between you two and Sean?

Anthony: A friendship, were old friends of both Vincent and Sean.

Kayla: And how did you get involved in the group?

Brandon: Esta ramera pregunta a muchas preguntas malditas.

Kayla: Excuse me?

Anthony: He told us that he wanted to form Sinful Ambition again, we thought it was cool. So we joined, Sean and Vincent is a friend of ours so whoever they have problems with, we have problems with and tonight we are going to take Erik Harris out.

Kayla: But why?

Brandon: Listen Sheila…

Kayla: My name is Kayla.

Brandon: Who cares, anyway. Why don't you go somewhere and twirl your hair or something because you are annoying me.

Kayla: Whatever.

Brandon: Gracias.

Kayla walks off, Anthony turns to Brandon and the two started laughing.

Anthony: You can't always talk Spanish here bro, she was pissed off.

Brandon: Who cares, she isn't important.

The two stand there talking as the scene fades back to the arena.

Special Guest Ref: Zayda

Carliee vs Melody

 

Samantha Jinx: This is schedule for one fall. Introducing first the…woman who will be the special referee for this bout. Please welcome...Zayda!!

A big "Z" flashes on the screen followed by the opening song "Superstar" by Lupe Fiasco. Suddenly 6 young muscularly men come rushing from behind the screen shooting camera flashes somewhere towards the ceiling. Then a platform comes down bearing a golden pole and Zayda clinging upside down to the pole in utter tranquility. As the platform comes down slowly, so does Zayda come slowly sliding down the pole. Right side up, she poses for the cameras several times before one of the young gentlemen carefully lifts her onto his shoulder and carries her to the ring while the other boys are still following around her taking more camera flashes.

Reggie Stallworth: Damn! That girl is straight fire.

David Wright: She is a looker.

Reggie Stallworth: Why you gotta ruin it with your comments Dave?

Samantha Jinx: Now Introducing first. from Babylon, Ny. coming on a weight of 130 pounds. Please welcome...Bliss...Taylor!!

"Break The Ice" By Britney Spears blasts through the sound system as the fans get on their feet to cheer. Coming out sporting her rather revealing attire, Bliss Taylor makes her presence known as she steps out of the curtains. With a look of satisfaction on her face she signals to the crowd while making her way to the ring. Once on the steps she climbs up holding unto the ropes for leverage, she then slides under the second one she pauses and looks to the camera as it zooms toward her face blowing a kiss and winking to the viewers at home before getting inside the ring.

Samantha Jinx: And her opponent. From Houston, Texas. On a weight of 129 Pounds..Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome The self-proclaimed "Platinum Queen" of PDW...Carliee!!

The speakers blaze "He said, She said" By Ashley Tisdale with pink and white lights flashing throughout the sold out arena, as the screaming fans boo as loud as they can, Carliee can be seen applying make up to her face while gazing into the compact mirror..With her black silky hair blowing in wind, Carliee bluntly "poofs" the fans that reached out towards her and is followed by Kindred London smiling and walking behind her. She then struts down the center of the ramp ranting and insulting the nearby fans wearing her white Abercrombie & Fitch tank top, black ruffled mini skirt, and black fur boots. She then ducks under the ropes as kindred walks in through the middle rope. After giving her hair a slight flick as she leads Kindred towards the turnbuckle.. With Kindred holding her waist against him, Carliee does a sexy dance routine against his body followed by a sensational kiss on his lips and glares down the crowd fans.

Inside the ring now both Divas glare at each other in their respective corners. Zayda calls for the bell to ring, and charging at each other both women fall to the ground pulling down at each others hair violently. Carliee and Bliss both seemed relentless as they grabbed on each others locks with force yanking them left and right. Finally Zayda started to put some order in them trying to separate both women. But Carliee pushes her off her, Zayda looked like she was about to lay her out but out of nowhere Bliss comes from behind with a dropkick to the back of Carliee. Quickly she lays the hurt on her and delivers some kicks to the back and then follows it with a knee drop right in the backside. Picking her up from the floor, Bliss chops her a couple of times on the breast area and goes for an Irish whip, but Carliee blocks it and sends her instead getting in a clothesline. Bliss holds her neck in pain, but Carliee raises her off the floor by the hair and kicks her in the midsection then plants her down with a coveted "Bitch Slap" to the face. Bliss falls back to the floor holding on to her face in pain but Carliee was not looking to stop her assault, she once again gets Bliss to her feet and sends her head first to the corner post. Carliee now goes to the other corner with a smile on her face and comes back rushing with a whisper in the wind right on the back of Bliss.

Reggie Stallworth: That's had got to hurt David.

David Wright: Carliee has been on a mission to put down all the women competitors of PDW, and by the way this match is going she seems to be taking out at least one of them.

Reggie Stallworth: The Queen is on the prowl!

Getting to her feat, Bliss staggers for the direction but Carliee comes flying from the top with a diving dropkick hitting Bliss right in the face and from the impact of the move, sending her right out of the square ring. Landing with a thud, Bliss takes hold of her back in pain. Inside the ring though, Carliee was over to Zayda having a verbal spat while outside Kindred London raises Bliss up from the floor, she tries to fight him but right that moment she was in too much pain to put up a fight. With force Kindred places her over his shoulders and then drops her down to the steel barricade causing her to land hard on her stomach. Dazed Bliss falls back and holds down her stomach, but Kindred raises her up by the hair and disposes her inside the ring for Carliee. Quickly Carliee then goes for the cover...

ONE...

TWO...

Reggie Stallworth: This may do it..

David Wright: Not quite Reggie...

Kicking out in the nick of time, Bliss gets one shoulder to reach the rope stopping the count. Carliee to say the least was livid and went once again to argue with Zayda, but this time Zayda was not having none of that and pushed her with force to the ground. Carliee though got right to her feet and went charging to Zayda, but Zayda ducked it and Bliss who had managed to get herself on her feet comes in with an Enziguri kick to the face of Carliee...she covers...

.ONE...

TWO...

Carliee kicks out quickly and holds on her to her face while she gets herself off the floor. She screams obviously angry that someone had actually touched her face. Bliss though once again comes back with a twisting neckbreaker drop, instead of covering this time Bliss raises Carliee to her feet and smacks her across the face returning the bitch slap from earlier. She then points to London outside and flips him the bird before nailing his future wife with a panted Spike Piledriver. Carliees' head collided hard on the mat from it and Bliss smiled with her work, Not wanting to lose her chance though, Bliss drags Carliees' limp body and places her near the ropes.

David Wright: Looks like she's going to attempt the BTP Reggie.

Reggie Stallworth: That white girl apart from being sexy is lethal. The Queen should have not taken her abilities in the ring without caution.

David Wright: Now she's paying for it.

Bliss climbs on top, but she spots London attempting to get involved once again, though this time she was ready for him and instead of going for Carliee, Bliss leaps from the top rope with a flipping Moonsault to the outside floor taking out Kindred in the process. Getting to her feet now, the former Rising Star Champion looks dazed and Bliss once again enters the square circle like a cat stalking her prey, she grabs to Carliee's hair and turns her around to face her then she kicks her in the midsection going for Whippersnapper, but Carliee manages to get a kick to the face of Bliss making her stagger backwards. Using this as her chance, Carliee kicks Bliss again in the back of the head and follows that with a knee smash to the face. Bliss falls down to the mat face first and then Carliee rushes to the ropes and comes in with a Lionsault right on the back of Bliss. Looking to the outside now Carliee spots London getting to his feet and throws him a quick kiss, then she stares back at Bliss and raises her up from the floor. Bliss looked a bit out of it and Carliee used this by climbing on the top rope and as Bliss started to come out of her daze she was met with a Corkscrew Dive.

Reggie Stallworth: Looks like business is once again picking up for Carliee.

David Wright: She certainly seems to be taking control of the match right now.

Both women get to their feet now. And Carliee slaps Bliss, but Bliss returns the slap and once again both women go to get the upper hand but Carliee gets the better of the other and gets in her finisher Carliee quickly goes for the cover.

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!!

Sammantha Jinx: And here is your winner...CARLIEE!!!

David Wright: Wow...ANOTHER close match for Bliss Taylor this week!

Reggie Stallworth: True indeed. She was damn close to getting that.

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.

Scoping the room, the camera focuses on the monitor placed on top of the dresser. Set next to it is a DVD Player. The tray slides open and a feminine hand comes into view as the camera zooms out to show The Valet remove the disc. As the disc, labeled "Joshua Payne promo," is set aside, she turns off the machine.

The camera pans away from the dresser to show The Champion rubbing his own temples. The Valet makes herself useful as she does her best to massage The Champion's neck and shoulders.

The Champion: Incredible. The garbage that gets past the editing crew and makes the rounds as promotional material.

The Valet: You okay?

The Champion: No. That long and boring story just seemed to drag out FOREVER! It makes sense, though.

The Valet: Why he's so in touch with his emotions?

The Champion: No, I meant it makes sense why he attacked me. This kid knows he needs help in building character, so why not come after me? He figures he'll put out some promo material, it'll eventually get around to me and I'll call him out on why it sucks so much.

The Valet: That makes about as much sense as his promo.

The Champion: Actually, it makes lots of sense. See, he expects me to criticize and cut a promo back. Really, he'd use my trashtalk as a critique and pick up a few pointers.

The Valet: Oh. Right.

The Champion: Yeah, I expect you to understand about as much as I expect anyone to give congratulations to Payne on this piece. FUCK!

The Valet: What's wrong?

The Champion: It's this throbbing headache.

The Valet: Maybe that was his strategy. Have the rambling in his material confuse you and throw you off your game?

The Champion: That'd be giving him too much credit. However, he was successful in giving me a headache.

The Valet grabs her purse and pulls out a bottle of pills. She takes one for herself and hands The Champion two for himself. On second thought, she gives him a third, he DOES weigh 330 pounds.

The Valet: Here's some aspirin.

The Champion takes the pills and tosses them in his mouth. Throwing his head back, The Champion swallows loudly.

The Manager: ASPIRIN?!

The camera turns back to the door as The Manager stands in the doorway.

The Valet: It's just aspirin.

The Manager: Would you ever take aspirin while you're on your period?! No! You want that shit to clot so it doesnt go run past your tampon and drip down your thigh, dumbass! I can't believe you're that dense, feeding The Champ aspirin before a First Blood Match!

The Champion: Man, calm down.

The Manager: Don't tell me to calm down! Don't you get it, yet?! Aspirin is a blood thinner!

The Champion: Oh shit.

The Manager: Oh shit is right. I know the odds are you're going to beat him pretty quickly but if you expect to win, now you'll HAVE to beat him fast! Before the aspirin kicks in. Goddammit, lets go out and see if we can get this match moved up.

 

Standard Match

Ronnie Styles vs Cody Williams

Samantha Jinx: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Coming to the ring first, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania weighing in at 222 pounds, Ronnie Styles!!!

"Holy Driver" by Killswitch Engaged hits the sound system and the anticipation in the arena grows as a flash of pyros welcomes the arrival of 'The Steel City Superstar' Ronnie Styles on the PDW entrance ramp! Styles raises his hands in the air to taunt the fans before slowly making his way down the steel ramp towards the ring. Halfway down the ramp Styles stops and poses once again for the fans,he then slides into the ring and bounces on the second rope to once again signal to the crowd, before retreating to the corner of the ring for some last minute warm ups before the match gets underway.

David Wright: Ronnie Styles making his debut tonight. Against...

Samantha Jinx: And his opponent, from Beverly Hills, CA weighing in tonight at 235 pounds being accompanied to the ring by Sasha.. The Reflection of Perfection, Cody Williams!!!

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 stro be light covers the entrance way.

Bow down before the one you serve
You're going to get what you deserve
Bow down before the one you serve
You're going to get what you deserve

Out steps the long legged, vuluptuous, dark haired Sasha 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 kisses her on the lips 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. 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. He jumps down and stands in front of Sasha who rubs his chiseled body while she takes off his fur coat and sunglasses.

DING

DING

DING

David Wright: And this match is underway!

Instead of charging towards each other both Styles and Williams stare each other down from each corner of the ring. They begin trash talking each other as they walk closer towards each other, before finally meeting face to face in the center of the ring. The trash talking continues for another minute, before Ronnie Styles slams his fist into the face of Cody Williams.

David Wright: The two exchanging words in the middle of the ring and Styles with a hard right hand blow to Williams.

Reggie Stallworth: That's what I like to see! Talk a lil smack and then booyah! In yo' face!

Williams is knocked backwards and Styles continues the offense with some right hands that back Williams into the corner. Williams is then able to counter with a knee to the midsection of Ronnie Styles, before taking him down to the mat with a swinging neckbreaker.

David Wright: Beautiful executed neckbreaker by the Reflection of Perfection.

Reggie Stallworth: What exactly does that mean? Reflection of Perfection?

David Wright: Ronnie Styles slowly getting up now.

Reggie Stallworth: Is he like a puddle of water that reflects, aww fuck it.

Ronnie rises to his feet and ducks under a running clothesline attempt and grabs him around the waist before taking Williams to the mat with a huge German suplex. Williams rises up to his feet looking surprised at being hit by the move, but Ronnie Styles follows up with more right hands to the face of Cody Williams to back him into the ropes.

David Wright: Ronnie Styles now, capitalizing on Williams in the corner.

Reggie Stallworth: You ever wonder why they call it a wrestling ring and not a wrestling square?

Williams fights back with punches of his own in desperation, but this gives Styles the opportunity to nail Williams with a full nelson slam to take him back down to the mat. Ronnie Styles turns around and leans over the ropes, taunting the crowd. However as he does Williams leaps onto his feet behind his back and bounces off of the ropes. Ronnie Styles turns around and walks straight into a jumping calf kick who then proceeds to pound Styles with some mounted punches.

Reggie Stallworth: Hello, you're forgetting something?

David Wright: What am I forgetting?

Reggie Stallworth: You're supposed to say BEAUTIFULLY EXECUTED!!!

Styles struggles up to his feet, but he is soon taken back down via a kick to the gut and a brainbuster from WIlliams, who makes his way to the corner of the ring. Cody Williams climbs up onto the top rope as Styles slowly rises to a standing position.

David Wright: Williams now. He nails Styles with a flying clothesline from the top, cover!

ONE..

TWO..

No! Williams is surprised as Ronnie's shoulder comes shooting off of the mat before the three can be counted and the match continues! Cody grabs Styles by the hair and gives him a hard right hand before whipping him into the corner. Williams goes to the opposite side of the ring and starts winding up his arm. He begins charging at Styles with a corner splash but Styles in an act of desperation nails Williams with a drop kick that sends him crashing down to the mat. Williams gets back up onto his feet but is knocked down again by another dropkick from Styles. Styles hits a couple of forearms to the upper back region of Williams. Perched over, Styles gives him a hard front kick to the chest, causing Williams to clench his chest.

David Wright: Styles knocking the wind out of Cody Williams.

Reggie Stallworth: He is finally making a large amount of offense in this match tonight. It's about damn time!

Styles lifts Williams upperbody up and gives him a stiff chop across the chest. Wooooo. And another one. Followed by another and another. He gives Williams a european uppercut for good measure and runs towards the ropes. He bounces off of them coming back strong at Williams. Williams catches a cross body attempt and swings Styles down in an STO type maneuver, making a sickening thud against the wrestling canvas. Williams kicks the gut of a fallen styles and makes his way to the corner. He bounces off of the second turnbuckle and up onto the top rope.

Reggie Stallworth: WOW! What a move!

David Wright: Williams with a double springboard moonsault, a variation of one of his trademark maneuvers, Perfectly Executed!

Reggie Stallworth: That was definetely perfectly executed if I do say so myself.

David Wright: Williams with the cover..

ONE...

TWO...

THREE!!!

David Wright: Cody Williams wins the match, defeating Ronnie Styles in this singles matchup here on Disclosure.

Samantha Jinx: Here is your winner... The Reflection of Perfection, Cody Williams!!!

Reggie Stallworth: He needed that win.

David Wright: A comeback of another kind, making up for his loss last week in the Platinum championship qualifer.

Platinum Qualifier #3

Jay Cash vs Rachel Price

Samantha Jinx: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and as a qualifying match in the PDW Platinum Championship Tournament. Our first opponent stands at five feet and nine inches tall, weighing in at one-hundred thirty pounds, and she hails from New York, New York! She is 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: What are all these ignorant fans booing Rachel Price for?

David Wright: I'm sure it has to do with the fact Rachel Price lost last week's match but somehow found her way into a Platinum Qualifier whilst the victor, Julian Dark, has to fight John Raide for nothing more than pride.

Reggie Stallworth: Rachel Price is fighting in a Platinum Qualifier match because she earned it. That girl put her body on the line last week and that's the kind of contender that'd make for a good Platinum Champion. Besides, Julian Dark gets to Main Event tonight, it's a fair deal if you ask me.

David Wright: I wasn't.

Sammantha Jinx: And her opponent... standing at six feet, two inches and weighing in at 254 pounds... The Million Dollar Man... Jay Cash!!

"I Get Money" by 50 Cent blasts over the PA system as the lights begin to strobe blue and white lights. Jay Cash steps out and begins to look around as he holds his water in his hand. He slaps his chest with his open hands before walking down the rampway. He talks trash to the fans before jumping on the apron. He climbs the turnbuckle and throws his water bottle into the crowd and spits it out, shaking his head wildly as he jumps down and crouchs down, sizing up his opponent.

Reggie Stallworth: If you really want to talk about injustices, lets talk about Jay Cash. This cat is rewarded with a Platinum Qualifier match for what? Interrupting a 5 star match last week?

David Wright: Be fair. Have you ever seen Jay Cash fight?

Reggie Stallworth: No! But I seen him get his ass whupped last week. In that very ring. Right there!

David Wright: Oh, brother. You're making it incredibly clear who you're rooting for in this match.

Reggie Stallworth: I can't get much clearer. I'm rooting for the underdog in this match. What's Jay Cash doing picking a fight with Ms. Price for. Dog is twice her size, man!

As the bell rings, Rachel Price goes on the attack by greeting Cash with a flying forearm smash. The hit only slightly knocks Cash off-balance. Without hesitation, Price bounces off the ropes and comes back with a second forearm to Cash's head. The blow sends Cash reeling back against the rope as Rachel Price once again bounces off the opposite ropes and charges for a third forearm smash... But the alert Jay Cash reacts in time to duck the attack and pull the top rope down all at once, sending Rachel Price flying to the concrete on the outside!

Reggie Stallworth: Come on, blue! Do your job, he purposely pushed her out of the ring!

Price uses the ring apron to pull herself up after that hard fall but is met with a kick to the head for her troubles by Jay Cash who's now stepped on the ring apron himself. As Rachel Price stumbles backward, Jay Cash jumps off the second rope with a picture perfect Asai Moonsault sending both competitors crashing to the concrete!

David Wright: Jay Cash is pumping this crowd up! Giving them what they want!

Having used Price to cushion the blow, Cash is the first to his feet as he slides into the ring to break the referee's ring out count. He picks up the dazed Rachel Price and slides her into the ring as well. Jay Cash climbs onto the apron himself. Using the top rope, he slingshots himself over the top rope landing a legdrop over Rachel's chest. The impact takes its toll on Cash as he stands up and prances around the ring in pain holding his hamstring. Rachel isn't excused either as she grabs her chest in pain as well.

Sensing Rachel Price will attack soon once he sees her get up to her knees, Jay Cash approaches with evil intentions... but Price's are moreso as she gladly hits him with a low blow. The strike is enough to allow Rachel Price a breather as she gets to her feet. She grabs the head of the doubled over Jay Cash and drives it to the ground with a DDT! With Jay Cash knocked out in the center of the ring, she quickly climbs to the top turnbuckle and flies off with a swanton bomb! Landing awkwardly herself, Rachel Price gets up in immediate pain, favoring her tailbone.

David Wright: An assbuster if I ever saw one.

Reggie Stallworth: Hey, enough with the name-calling, okay? I'm trying to do my job over here.

Having had enough time to rub her bottom, Price comes to her senses and covers Cash...

ONE...

Cash kicks out easily.

Frustrated, Price stands up and argues with the referee to make a faster count.

Reggie Stallworth: I don't blame her. That was at least a two count from where I'm sitting.

David Wright: Maybe she should have followed up that swanton with a cover right away and this match would've been over by now.

Without warning Jay Cash rolls Rachel Price up from behind!

ONE...

Jay Cash latches on to her tights!

TWO...

Rachel Price wiggles her legs anxiously trying to escape the hold!

TH...

Rachel Price kicks out! She rolls away, but like a stalker, Jay Cash follows her. He backhand slaps her, grabs her hand and goes for the irish-whip... But Rachel holds on to his arm and instead runs up the turnbuckles... split-legged moonsault while still latched on to Jay Cash's arm! She lands on the arm and applies pressure in the center of the ring with an armbar! Jay Cash yells in pain, but his pride won't let him tap out to a woman. Using his size advantage, he muscles his way up as Rachel Price begins to loosen her grip. Jay Cash attempts to swing at her with his free hand, but he can't reach... using the ropes for leverage he makes it to his feet. Adapting to the situation quickly, Rachel Price releases the hold on Jay Cash's arm but not before using her lower limbs to whip Cash to the ropes... Cash bounces off the ropes and with the momentum of a freight train, charges at Rachel Price. To the amusement of the male fans in attendance, Price does a split to duck below Cash as he runs to the opposite side of the ring. Lifting her legs up, Price goes for a monkey toss but Cash stops in time and grabs ahold of her feet. With a firm hold of her legs, he lifts her off the mat and plants her in the center of the ring with a wheelbarrow slam! He flips her over and goes for the cover...

ONE...

He hooks the leg...

TWO...

Rachel kicks out! He stands to his feet and irish-whips her to the corner and follows close behind her... Rachel Price reaches the corner but doesn't hit it chest first as expected and instead uses the top rope to catapult herself into the air as Cash runs in below her and hits the corner chest first! Dazed and confused he stumbles backwards where Price catches him with a rear waistlock and they both tumble back in rolling german suplex... Price tumbles over on top of Cash's body...

ONE...

She grabs Cash's tights...

TWO...

She places her feet on the middle rope for added leverage...

THREE!

Reggie Stallworth: Rachel Price gets the win!

David Wright: She just cheated herself into the Platinum Championship match!

Reggie Stallworth: More like she earned her way in unlike that weasel Cash who thought he'd sneak his way in undeservingly!

David Wright: That's left up to interpretation. The board of directors must look into this ending!

The camera opens in the backstage parking area, and making his way towards his vehicle is Timmy D. Timmy begins to walk from the backstage area, and as he steps through the back hallway into the garage he gets nailed in the side of the head with a thunderous big boot. The boot sends Timmy across the garage and crashing into a set of plastic garbage cans and recycle bins. Timmy immediately grabs the side of his head, and tries to look up at his attacker, but that is interrupted by a stiff kick to the face.

David Wright: You’ve got to be kidding me this has the handy work of Joshua Payne, and we all know it. He just needs to leave the kid alone for God sakes.

Reggie Stallworth: Here’s the problem DW Timmy D decided tonight that he was going to get into the face of Joshua Payne and try to make a name for himself. This is just Joshua Payne returning the favor.

Joshua Payne quickly drops to his knees and he begins to fire right hand after right hand into Timmy’s forehead. Josh then quickly pulls Timmy to his feet, grabbing his arm, and he Irish whips him into the concrete wall.

Joshua Payne: Timmy! I told you that you needed to burrow yourself back into your hole, and try to save your life. But you decided again, to try to make a name for yourself at my expense. You tried to take advantage of my fame, and you’ve paid the price. You need to fall into line Timmy, and you need to follow the leader. You need to follow my lead!

With Timmy slouched down against the concrete wall Josh quickly garbs the fallen garbage can hoists it up, and drives it right into Timmy’s chest. Josh takes the can and he presses it hard into Timmy’s ribcage, and he lunges forward driving a vicious knee into the can. Timmy begins to gasp for air, but Josh just picks him up, and fires him across the hood of a nearby car onto the ground. Josh begins to pace around the hood of the car, and he lines Timmy up. Timmy slowly climbs to his feet, and he is immediately gored into side of the car setting off a screaming alarm. Josh reaches over again pulling Timmy to his feet, and he immediately hoists him onto his shoulders. Josh hooks Timmy’s arms and legs, spins him around, and slams him down hard to the concrete. The blow to the ground immediately brings a puddle of blood to the ground and leaves Timmy motionless.

Joshua Payne: I told you Timmy! This wasn’t child’s play. I’m not here to make friends. I told you things weren’t going to work out for you. I am Your Messiah! I can save your soul Timmy. Follow the leader.

David Wright: What in the hell is he talking about by following the leader?

Reggie Stallworth: Whatever it is, it doesn’t bode well for Timmy D.

David Wright: You’re right Reggie. This is the second time in two weeks that Joshua Payne has left Timmy D laying in a heap. We need to get some more medical attention for Timmy D folks; we’ll be back after this commercial break.

First Blood Match

The Champion vs Joshua Payne

 

Samantha Jinx: This match is scheduled for one fall, and is to be a First Blood Match. Introducing first, from "The City Of Champions" Inglewood, CA, weighing in at 330 pounds … He is none other than The Champion!

The arena darkens as the sound of stomping and clapping blare through the speakers leading to the crowd in attendance doing the same

WE!
WILL!
WE!
WILL!
ROCK YOU!

The screen flashes the lyrics on cue as the fans chant along to the chorus. A lone spotlight shines at the top of the entrance ramp as it reveals The Champion accompanied by The Valet and The Manager. The arena brightens up as they make their way to ringside. Once at ringside, The Champion enters the ring, followed by The Manager who escorts The Valet to enter last. As The Champion poses, The Manager takes his Championship Belt for safekeeping and The Valet poses seductively with him.

Samantha Jinx: And his opponent, coming from Toronto, Ontario Canada, weighing in at 295 pounds … “Your Messiah” … Joshua Payne!!!

The riveting and unmistakable sound of 'Eye of the Devil' by Seether cues up on the arenas sound system as the lights begin to fade. As the dim lighting remains three spotlights slam down over the entrance ramp almost in unison. One after the other the spotlights illuminate the entranceway as a figure appears to vanish through the lights right as they begin to shine. Finally a spot light snaps down on the center of the ring illuminating a large dark figure covered in a large red cloak down on his knees reaching to the heavens.

Reggie Stallworth: Both competitors in this match are huge! Manager, who's your money on in this match?

David Wright: You can't ask him! His opinion would be biased.

The Manager: I resent that and just to show you how biased my opinion isn't I can bet you 50 bucks I was going to predict the opposite of you.

David Wright: Deal.

The Manager: Who'd you think I'd predict?

David Wright: I'm not falling for that!

Both Champion and Payne circles around the ring, ready to grapple it out as the bell sounds. Quickly rushing towards each other, locked in the test of strength battle. Both pushing hard towards one another, no one even budges. Payne quickly hits the playbook, kicking Champion in the knee … causing his knees to buckle. Payne follows up with a nice scoop slam, putting Champion on his back before dropping an elbow across the face of Champion.

David Wright: Nice, clean start to things. Payne with the elbow to the Champion.

The Manager: No matter. What’s an elbow?

Reggie Stallworth: Ummm..right now? Something that just got dropped across your boy’s face.

David Wright: Reggie, please.

Picking Champion up, Payne starts off with power punches to the face of Champion, forcing Champion to the ropes. Joshua then whips Champion into the ropes, as he rebounds off. Payne, waiting for Champion to follow, however he telegraphs it immediately and slams Payne’s face hard into the mat. Champion then picks up Payne before suplexing him back down to the mat. Champion picking Payne up, whipping him into the corner before quickly running his shoulders right into Payne’s ribs. Pulling Payne out of the corner, Champion just tosses Payne to the other side of the ring, before staggering back, with the effects of the aspirin and the head-ache getting to him.

The Manager: Now PDW will really get to see what the Champion is made of when he doesn’t have to worry about three different people.

Reggie Stallworth: So you’re saying this is easier for him or something?

The Manager: Come on. This is a 70 time World Champion you’re talking about. It’s all easy for him regardless.

Walking over to Payne … he goes to pick him up, but Payne sweeps Champion off his feet with a leg sweep. Payne rolls to the outside before quickly scanning under the apron and grabbing the steel chair. Sliding back in with it, he runs right towards Champion but ends up flying mid-air into the mat, with another toss from Champion … this time using Payne’s momentum to get back on top. Champion kicks the hell out of Payne as he rolls to the outside and onto the floor. Champion climbs out of the ring before picking up Payne and whipping him hard into the barricade, really working on the back/ribcage section of Payne. Again, staggering back before holding his head as the effects from the aspirin starts to do its job on Champion. Champion somehow continues fighting it like the ‘champion’ he is while picking Joshua Payne back up … once again, ramming him into the barricade as the fans try to reach out to pat Champion while patting Payne on the shoulder.

The Manager: All fans love the Champion. He’s busy, though!

David Wright: Yeah!

Reggie Stallworth: What are you? His retarded echo?

David Wright: Shut up!

Picking up the steel blue chair, Champion raises it up above his head. Attempting to bring it down onto Joshua’s skull. Joshua interrupts the attempted motion, kicking Champion square in the gut at the last second before hitting a DDT on Champion, planting him on his skull, in which the head-ache grows even more. Payne, first to get quickly to his feet, picks Champion up. Weakening him up with a few stiff jabs to the head and body, he quickly whips Champion into the steel steps as Champion just sits there … slouched in the corner … seemingly in another world as his eyes twirl around in complete circles.

Payne with great advantage here in the match, looks at the steel chair, then looks back at Champion, whose head is lying on the side of the steel steps. Joshua, with a sadistic grin goes and grabs the steel chair, as he sizes Champion up for a smack out of the ball park, seemingly. Swinging hard and nasty, he misses his target, springing back off the vibration and sound from the steel chair colliding. Champion takes his chance by German suplexing Payne back a few feet.

The Manager: We need to have Payne’s head examined, here. That was a clear shot and he missed it completely.

Reggie Stallworth: I thought you were gonna say something witty about the Champion.

The Manager: I don’t really need to say anything about the Champion at all. His performance speaks for itself. I just like to.

Payne getting flopped like a sack of potatoes is laid out. Champion still trying to fight the medication picks up Payne only to take him down with a wicked looking full nelson slam. Building the momentum now, Champion pounds away at the face of Payne, showing ruthless aggression while also trying to get this match over as quickly as possible.

Picking Payne up … Champion hoists Payne up in the air, stalling him with what power he has. Not being able to hold him up too long, Champion twirls around, as Payne comes smashing down awkwardly into the floor. The crowd applauds Champions strength and power. Payne holding his back in serious pain squirms around on the floor, feeling the burn.

Reggie Stallworth: So, let me get this straight “Manager”. You’re the champion’s hype man.

The Manager: Hype man?

Reggie Stallworth: Yeah, live Flava Flav was to Public Enemy.

The Manager: What?

Reggie Stallworth: Never mind…

Champion rolling around, holding his head in pain, as his head seems to want to explode all over the damn arena. However, composing himself well, he gets back to his feet. Delivering several stomps to the back of Payne, Champion picks up Payne before tossing him back into the ring as he slides in afterward.

Getting to his feet first, Champion picks up Joshua before cracking him over his leg with a backbreaker. Staying heavily on Payne, Champion goes to pick up Payne again whipping him into the ropes before running his knee into the gut, causing Payne to flip over onto the mat in pain. The ref keeping her eye on what’s going on right now, Champion sends swift stomps into the forehead of Payne, trying to make a gash onto his forehead. Payne catches the foot of Champion, before twisting the leg of Champion and sending him down off balance to the mat.

Rolling off of the mat, Joshua Payne picks Champion up whose holding his leg and knee. Joshua taking advantage cracks Champion with a belly to belly suplex. On a roll, Payne picks Champion back up again before whipping him into a fake whip which led to a quick powerslam. Knowing he can’t win unless he makes Champion bleed, Joshua sends stiff shots to the forehead of Champion, causing him to feel more ‘whacked out’. Trying so hard to get Champion to bleed. Looking over to the slightly bent up chair from earlier … Payne goes to pick it up, baiting in Champion while he slowly made his way to his feet.

David Wright: Payne going for that chair again. The Champion is giving him a rough time in there and has been since this match begin.

Reggie Stallworth: You know, I didn’t want to admit it at first but I’m actually enjoying this match.

The Manager: And why wouldn’t you want to admit that? It’s to be expected when The Champion is in the ring.

As Champion made it to his feet, Payne went swinging and missed, as Champion sent Joshua into the mat with a drop toe hold as his head and face bounced off the steel chair. The ref checked on Payne to see for any signs of blood. Seeing none, the match continues … Champion, getting back up decides to grab the chair himself. Pointing the roundish end to the middle of Payne’s back … he power drives it in, as you can hear Joshua scream in intense pain. Champion smiles before doing it again, and again before tossing it outside of the ring onto the mat.

The crowd chanting at each of the chair attacks into the spine of Payne. Champion picks up Payne, as he kicks him hard into the mid-section. Backing up and bouncing off the ropes, Champion tries to put Payne down for good with the ‘Going to Disneyland”, but ends up going on another route. That route being driven into the ground with Payne’s counter and hitting an Emerald Fusion, as the crowd awe’s at Payne’s strength to pick up the 330 pounder and driving him head and neck-first into the mat.

David Wright: Payne with the Emerald Fusion!

Reggie Stallworth: Goddamn it! I like that Disneyland move!

David Wright: Probably because you’ve never been there. Wanna go? I’m sure The Champ could arrange that.

Reggie Stallworth: Nah, I’m good. Thanks.

Payne gives off another sadistic grin before rolling to the outside and back under the mat. Grabbing yet another steel chair and walking around to throw the bent up one back into the ring. Payne slides back in while Champion is trying to find his way. Payne, picking up the bent up chair … he positions it in between the turnbuckle ropes in the corner. The crowd roaring, trying to cheer loudly for Champion to get him to be aware of what is about to go down.

Payne having everything set up, kicking the new chair into the center of the ring. Champion shaking his head trying to get back on track is attacked with several elbows, left and right  before quickly clotheslining Champion down. Down he goes as he somehow pops up like bread out of a toaster. Payne knocks him down yet again. Champion somehow being able to withstand two consecutive takedown gets a kick in the gut before being swung quick like lightning … crashing right into the bent up chair.

Bent down, in pain … Champion lures right into the hands of Joshua Payne as he backs up before signaling a sure end to this bout. Lifting up Champion with tremendous power and strength … Spinning Champion around in the air before quickly dropping him onto the steel chair … neck and head-first as Joshua rolls out of the way. The referee checks on Champion, as she rolls him over. A slash across his forehead and face shows signs of blood, getting the cut from the corner of the chair. As the ref rings for the bell, Joshua sits there with a crazy looking grin across his face.

Samantha Jinx: Your Winner ….. “Your Messiah” … Joshua Paynnneeeee!!!!!

Reggie Stallworth: Damn…

David Wright: And what a hard-fought victory that was for Joshua Payne.

 

The scene opens and we are brought eye level with the private locker room. The door is rusted and probably in dire need of repair, but it works. We see the cookie cutter, barbie doll frame of Layla appear, and she knocks on the door. The door opens and a man exits, we know who it is because it's John fucking Raide. How could you not know?

Anyway, he's smoking a cigarette and looking perturbed.

Layla: John Raide, you've got a big match tonight--your second main event in two weeks--how do you feel about the competition in PDW?

John Raide: The fuck're you saying?

Layla shakes her head and tries again, forcing a smile.

Layla: John Raide, you're a multi-time World heavyweight Champion, you've done it all and seen it all. What have you done to prepare for tonight's opponent, Julian Dark?

Layla sticks the microphone in Raide's face, and he sort of blinks in a puzzled manner.

John Raide: I've been busy with my own issues. Why does it matter?

The growing frustration with Raide is apparent as Layla starts counting backwards from ten to one, and finally she poses another question.

Layla: Mr. Raide, your ex-wife is also in the Dynasty, what exactly do you think is going to happen with her tonight? Do you think she's going to interfere on your behalf or against you, and do you think the superstar Kindred London may have payback on his mind after last week?"

John Raide smirks and slams the door in Layla's face.

Layla: That f---ing a--hole! What the f--- does he think he know? What? We're still on?

Layla smiles and regains her composure.

Layla: Well, I've been Layla with a groundbreaking interview with one of PDW's most highly rated superstars. Back to the ring!

 

Handicap Match

Erik Harris vs Rican Flava

 

Samantha Jinx: The following contest is a handicap match. Introducing first, at a combined weight of 410 pounds. Accompanied to ringside by their manager, Diamond, they are Rican Flava!

The lights go out and the Puerto Rican flag flashes across the screen, Anthony and Brandon DeLorenzo along with Diamond appear from behind the curtain as their music starts. The crowd boos as they stick their middle fingers up in the air and walk down the ramp. Brandon and Anthony slide into the ring under the bottom rope while Diamond takes her position outside the ring.

Samantha Jinx: And their opponent, standing at six feet five inches and weighing in at 245 pounds, he is The Man You Love To Hate, 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 shone 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. Everytime 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: The odds may be stacked against him but this crowd is firmly behind Erik Harris in this match!

Before the bell rings, Anthony and Brandon DeLorenzo rush Erik Harris and lay the punches and kicks into him letting him know what kind of match this is going to be! Erik Harris walks back trying to find refuge in the corner but the duo continue to punish him as he falls to the mat. Using the top rope for leverage the DeLorenzo's step on Harris' throat, trying to crush his trachea! Having seen enough the referee steps in and tells them both to allow Harris to get up. The two are stubborn and it requires the referee to force them off their opponent. The referee does Erik Harris no favors however as Diamond gets in on the act by choking Erik Harris over the side of the ring.

The referee catches eye of Diamond's interference and warns her to keep from the match. This allows enough time for Brandon to pick Harris off the mat and irish-whip him into the opposite turnbuckle. Big brother Anthony joins the action as he irish-whips his own brother into Erik Harris! But Erik Harris gets the foot up as Brandon crashes hard into his boot! Erik Harris goes on the offensive and drops Anthony DeLorenzo with a clothesline of his own!

As Brandon gets to his feet Erik Harris delivers another clothesline taking him back down to the mat! Anthony gets up as well but is met with another clothesline making it three total to Rican Flava!

The crowd begins to cheer loudly getting behind Erik Harris as he waits for the brothers to get up near while resting near the ropes. He crouches down and slaps his own knees encouraging them to do so, getting the crowd to pop louder! From behind him however, Diamond grabs ahold of his feet and trips him to the mat! The referee comes over and warns Diamond a second time, but this allows for both Brandon and Anthony DeLorenzo to tag team Erik Harris once again with illegal strikes which they follow up with choke holds.

David Wright: As if it weren't bad enough he's fighting two men, Erik Harris has to also beware of the meddling diva on the outside in Diamond.

Reggie Stallworth: She's not meddling. Why she's just adding a little extra excitement to the match.

The two pick Erik Harris off the mat and irish-whip him to the ropes... Harris bounces off the ropes and Rican Flava goes for a double clothesline... But Harris ducks underneath them both! He bounces off the opposite ropes and comes back to hit a leaping clothesline bringing all three men to the ground!

With the aid of the ropes, Erik Harris tries to get to his feet... but the ever intrusive Diamond is there to Rican Flava in any way she can. This time by spraying Erik Harris' face full of pepper spray! In obvious pain, Erik Harris quickly gets to his feet and stumbles back to the center of the ring but Anthony DeLorenzo greets him with a Belly to Belly Suplex to the center of the ring!

Brandon DeLorenzo who's now climbed to the top rope flies off the turnbuckle and hits Harris with a five star frog splash of his own!

He covers...

ONE...

TWO...

Harris kicks out!

Brandon gets up and argues with the ref to make a faster count. With the referee distracted, Anthony launches Harris shoulder first into the turnbuckle! With Harris laying prone on the middle rope Anthony follows it up by placing his leg over his body and using the padded cable to choke Erik! The referee gets up to date with the illegal happenings and calls for Anthony to release the maneuver on Harris. Anthony obliges but takes the referee with him on the other side of the ring. This allows enough of a distraction for Diamond to slap Harris across the face!

Instead of helping Rican Flava out however, Harris instead wakes up and leaps out of the ring giving chase to the interfering manager... The chase ends abruptly as Brandon lays him out with a clothesline! He rolls Harris back into the ring and Anthony follows up the attack by irish-whipping Harris into the corner. As if the impact to his back weren't enough, Anthony continues the attack by punching him in the head until he soon finds himself in a seated position...

David Wright: Oh oh... you know what's coming.

Reggie Stallworth: That's right! The Renz Factor!

Anthony steps back and charges at Harris with the Renz Factor... but Harris luckily slumps to the mat as Anthony comes flying at him and lands his crotch on the 2nd turnbuckle!

The smaller DeLorenzo, Brandon, goes to check on Anthony who is now rubbing his crotch in pain. Erik Harris taps him on the shoulder and as Brandon turns around, he hits him with a standing side kick!

David Wright: BLACKOUT!

The force of the kick sends Brandon tumbling to the outside of the ring!

He turns his attention back at Anthony inside the ring and grabs him by the legs. He applies a high angle boston crab as Anthony DeLorenzo begins to feel the pain of being locked in the Flatline!

Before the referee can drop to the mat and ask Anthony if he'd like to submit, Diamond climbs up onto the apron and grabs the referee's attention! Erik Harris lets go of Anthony's legs and stands up and hits Diamond with a forearm smash knocking her off the apron!

As Anthony DeLorenzo gets to his knees, Erik Harris turns his attention back to him... He applies a standing headscissors and he flips him over his head in a crucifix hold...

David Wright: Here it comes! The Dew Effect!

He flips forward and grabs ahold of his head dropping him with a devastating DDT to the mat!

The crowd goes wild as the referee drops to the mat...

ONE...

Brandon slides back into the ring...

TWO...

Brandon leaps to break the pinfall...

THREE!!!

Reggie Stallworth: Oh shit! He did it!

David Wright: I can't believe my eyes! Brandon was too late!

Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentlement, your winner...ERIK HARRIS!!!

David Wright: way to make up for that horrible showing last week.

Two hooded figures are seen running down to ringside and sliding in the ring, one with a chair. Erik is seen leaning on the ropes. The man with the chair runs at Erik and cracks him over the head with the metal chair. Erik falls out of the ring and down to the floor infront of the announce table. The two figures each begin attacking Brandon and Anthony. They put the boots to both men. The camera tries to get a good shot of the men but to no avail. One of the men then slides out the ring and grabs a chair. He then slides it in the ring. He then slides back in the ring and they both attack Brandon and Anthony with the chairs. The smack of the chair hitting them rings throughout the arena. The two hooded men continue to attack Brandon and Anthony. After a vicious chair shot to the skull of both, the camera shows they are now bleeding. EMT and PDW security is seen rushing to ringside area. The two hooded men slide out the ring and jump the barrier. They run through the crowd as the camera zooms in on Erik laying on the ground infront of the announce table. EMT's begin checking on Brandon and Anthony and Erik.

“The Ice Age has returned!”

Out of the blue, some orchestra music begins playing. The monologue that opens "Hate Me Now" by Nas begins, as an image of a man looking towards the floor comes up on the monitor over the ring entrance. The figure is dark, and the only thing making him distinct from the black background is a blue outline that surrounds him. It’s as if there is a blue spotlight behind him. The camera begins to zoom in on him. The camera gets closer and closer as the monologue continues. Just as some final words are uttered, the figure raises his head. It is then that you see the very savior of PDW...Ice. He flashes his trademark smirk to the camera, just in time for...

BOOM!

A HUGE royal blue explosion emanates from the direct center of the stage, a "sparkler" type, forming the appearance of ice crystals high into the air, covering nearly the entire giant screen behind it. The heavy beat of "Hate Me Now" kicks in. As the pyro and smoke fade away, we see Ice standing behind where the pyro previously was, arms stretched high in the air. He is wearing a black suit with a dark blue dress shirt under the jacket. You can see the remnants of the pyro reflecting in his metallic blue sunglasses. The giant screen flows instantly into a "highlight reel" of Ice moments.

With the highlights playing in the background, the Frozen One begins his arrogant walk down the ramp. As he walks, ignoring the crowd full of heavy boos, he brushes off his stomach. A few moments later, Ice ends his walk down the ramp. He hangs a left at the ring and heads up the stairs. He climbs quickly up the first and second step, but then leaps from there onto the side of the apron. He lands with just his left foot on the apron, and his left hand catches the top rope to keep his balance. He swings his right foot back onto the apron, and then stands outside of the ropes. He looks up to the ceiling and snaps his fingers. Just like that, four separate spotlights come one, with each one on a different side of the ring.

Ice then enters the ring and casually walks to the camera-side of the ring. He leans over the top rope. With both of his hands, he points at himself. He looks dead in the camera, mouths some words, and simply smirks. He turns back around and heads to the center of the ring…

At the center of the ring and looking directly into the center of the camera, Ice claps his hands. The four separate spotlights then converge on Ice, suddenly turning from white light into a dark blue spotlight. The Frozen One simply smirks. After a few moments, he walks over to one of the ring corners and then jumps to the second turnbuckle. He extends his arms to the gods again, looking above him, and mouth’s the words, “Hate me.” Ice jumps down and walks towards the ring ropes nearest the timekeeper’s table. He calls the timekeeper, and they bring him a black box. The Frozen One opens the case and brings out a customized, ice blue microphone. But it’s not just a regular mic. It’s a Bluetooth mic. Ice puts it to his ear and waits for the crowd to relax with the booing.

Ice: This shit just got real.

The crowd starts to heavily boo the young and charismatic superstar in the middle of the ring. Ice lets the reaction slide right off his shoulders, just like your girl lets him slide out of bed when he’s done sliding in and out of her.

Ice: Those of you watching at home may have noticed the announcers have yet to say a word. Even though they are staring in awe, I made sure that no one talks when the Frozen One talks. So when my Bluetooth is on, every other mic in the place is off. Now if this were a real wrestling company consisting of real wrestling fans, there would be no need for me to introduce myself. But considering I’m standing in front of a crowd that has the audacity to support men like Mike Ryba and Jake Matthews, I sincerely doubt the credibility of this fan base. So open your ears and close your mouths, because perfection is being introduced. I am the man who turns <i>a</i> show into <i>the</i> show. I am the man who wipes his ass with the careers of those less talented than him. I am the man who is on point with his words and on time when it comes to pulling out. I am the Frozen One. I am Ryan Levine. I am Ice.

The crowd continues to shower this cocky and brash icon with boos, almost as if he just pissed on Mother Theresa’s grave. Actually, he’s so hateful he just may have.

Ice: Now some of you might remember me from my last stint in Platinum Dynasty Wrestling. I was only here for a matter of days, but I sure did make an impact. You see I joined PDW with two of my associates…Jack Cash and T Money. Together, we were uncontrollable. We were entertaining. We were Hate, Inc.

The majority of the crowd boos, but you can hear a scattering of sections chanting, “HATE-HATE-HATE!”

Ice: Like I said, we weren’t here for long, but we turned this place on its head. It all started with yet another yawn-inspiring, make you want to Benoit yourself Erik Harris promo. If you want to know how bad he was, he was overshadowed by Amaya of all people. Yes…over shadowed by Amaya. Anyway, the three of us in Hate, Inc decided we would spice things up a bit, so we interrupted his feed with one of our own. It was almost like we invited ourselves into his promo. Long story short, he got upset with the three of us and made the mistake of calling us out. So Miss Star booked what was sure to be a squash match. It was going to be Erik Harris against yours truly. It was like the Miami Dolphins going up against the New England Patriots…there was no way that chump would beat me. Everyone knows I’m the fucking Tom Brady of professional wrestling.

The Frozen One makes the referee signal for a touchdown, indicating that both this promo is scoring big and he will score big with one of the female roster members.

Ice: While Star was running down the details of the match for me, I got a call from someone you might know…Jake Matthews. The caller ID read, “JOBBER, RESIDENT,” but I decided to answer it anyway. If I remember correctly, his first words to me were, “Hate, Inc needs a miracle.” That’s right, Mr. Matthews wanted to join Hate, Inc. But what he failed to realize is that Hate, Inc is a very exclusive club. It requires charisma, talent, and the ability to draw a crowd. Jake Matthews possessed none of those things. So we denied him, and he cried like Dwayne Wade needing a wheelchair for a separate shoulder. While all of this is going on, Amaya went straight to Star to get my match with Erik Harris cancelled. What was her reason? It was because I would tear him apart. “Tear him apart.” Those were her exact words. Do you know what that showed me? It showed me that PDW was full of nothing but crybabies and bitches. Once my cohorts and I realized that, we bounced like any check written by Mike Ryba’s broke ass. It’s obvious the members of that roster couldn’t take the hate we were dishing out. If we would have stayed, Chris Benoit wouldn’t have been the only professional wrestler committing suicide this past summer.

The crowd lets out a simultaneous “Ohhhhhh!”

Ice: So many of you might be wondering why I decided to come back. After all, a lot of members of that very roster I despised are in this current version of PDW. Well I returned because my agent, Jack Cash, gave me some very good advice. He told me that if the roster or fans don’t like how hateful and utterly disrespectful I am, then you can all bow down and give me blows to the head like my dick was Evander Holyfield. I cannot, I will not be held responsible for the things that happen because of me. People will get hurt. Careers will be ended. Lives will be shattered. While I’m causing all this pain to other people, I’ll just sit there and finish drinking my martini. But no matter how much I drink, I’ll still be there to show the world what a disappointment the rest of you are. Yeah, HUI…hating under the influence.

Ice continues to walk inside of the ring in a slow, cocky pace.

Ice: So who am I targeting in PDW these days? Well I would try to say that I’m targeting the wrestlers that are at the top of the game. But we all know that no one on this roster, with the exception of me, would be king of the mountain even against semi-retarded amputees. So in reality, I’m gunning for the best of the rest…Kindred London, John Raide, Mike Ryba, and Jake Matthews. Now why these men? Well it’s because the rest of the roster and two quarters wouldn’t add up to a dollar…but that would still be enough to buy yourself into Amaya’s pants.

Once again, the crowd lets out a roar and a laugh.

Ice: So first we have Kindred London. “Landing in London” isn’t just a song by 3 Doors Down…it’s something the midcard does each time they visit Kindred’s mother. But I’m not here to fuck her up, which is what people do when she is down. I’m her to fuck your world up, kid. Now I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, “Where the fuck did this talented muthafucka come from?” I know…it’s like some federation lost its one and only “All-Star,” and now I’m here to bring “warfare” to your front door. Well maybe if the last fed I was in had a Director of Talent Relations who knew how to do a job other than a hand and blow, maybe that fed would have kept me. But forget about the past, it’s all about the future. My future is brighter than the perpetual spotlight that I’m forever walking in. Yours, Kindred, it just a tad more murky. As much as I would like to extend the deadline of your career, I just can’t do that. Just like the X-Box 360 with the Red Ring of Death, it’s game fucking over for you.

Ice brushes off his shoulder as if he’s brushing London’s ashes away. Yeah, he just cremated that trick.

Ice: Then we have John Raide. That’s a pretty apt name, considering it seems like the authorities busted in and seized any and all talent you might have had. John, do you know what I see when I look at you? I see a man who blames the rest of the world for his own shortcomings. So what I want you to do is sit back, relax, and stop worrying about being number one around here. That dream has already been crushed, and all it took was for me to step between these ropes. Instead, you should focus on a more attainable goal…like making it through the day without wanting to put that barrel to your jaw and pulling the trigger. But just in case you decided to end it all, let’s “reflect” on your career, shall we. You seem like the type that is all about reflection, so let’s do it. First, you made you’re debut, but quickly followed that up with disappointment. You floundered in the midcard before enduring another disappointment when you got rope burn from curtain jerking without gloves. Then one day, you got a fluke win. It was PDW’s reemergence, and you actually won! But that didn’t last long. All it took was a classic Ice one-liner…and career over. All work and no play make John a dull boy. Boy, you must have been really working hard recently. How is that for reflection, John? Ok, now you can pull the trigger.

Ice makes the shape of a gun with his hand, raises it to the side of his head, and pulls a fake trigger.

Ice: Wait. Give me a few minutes before you do that, Raide. There are a couple more bodies about to join yours, and we might be able to get a group funeral discount. Mike Ryba thinks he’s big shit backstage, but someone should tell him that the real boss of the wrestling mafia is home. You might be the big boy on the block, Mike, but you’re looking at mayor of the whole fucking city. I’ll leave you on a stretcher like Britney…dazed, delirious, and with your reputation torn to shreds. You bubblegum pop queen, you’re about to come crashing back down to reality. Go and get your one fan to support your dumb ass. I can’t wait for the video to come out where some emo drag queen…Raide, maybe…cries out, “LEAVE RYBA ALONE!” Now I’m just waiting for you to make the inevitable joke about my name. What’s it going to be? Vanilla Ice? Sub-Zero? The sad thing is that will be about as original as you will ever get. Yeah, go ahead and call me Sub-Zero, because I’ll rip your damn heart out like this is Mortal fucking Kombat. No one even has to tell me to finish you. I’m doing it already. It’s only a matter of time before a random voice shouts out, “Flawless Victory!”

Just then, someone in the crowd shouts out, “FLAWLESS VICTORY!”

Ice: Finally, there’s Jake Matthews. Was he seriously hired back? Well how is that going to work out? The Hollywood writers are on strike…who is going to write his promos for him? Cliché, unoriginal frauds. That sure sounds Hollywood to me. But see, I’m a certified creative genius, complete with a star on the Walk of Fame and all. So while those Hollywood writers won’t cross the line to write Jake’s promos, I cross the line every day. Benoit jokes, suicide jokes, abortion jokes. Yup, I cross the line daily. But the only line you’ve ever come close to crossing, Jake, is the line to the club on gay night. You call yourself the Miracle Boy when the real miracle is being able to stay away through the majority of your promo. But you can go ahead with that false advertising all you want, because the people know that I’m the Lyrical Boy, lyrically light years ahead of the rest of you lazy asses. You couldn’t even reach me level if Roger Clemens stuck you in the ass…and I bet you wish that ooze flowing in you was something other than testosterone. You and the rest of this roster are steady stuck on platinum status. Fuck it, I’m doing that ten times over and heading straight to fucking diamond status. I’m cutting you up like glass and, as bad as that stings, just listen to this. Hate, Inc lost two members…and you still can’t get in.

The Frozen One makes a cutting motion over his throat, signally either that Matthews is done or Amaya doesn’t know how to swallow.

Ice: This entire federation is easier to play than a game of Operation. I’m carving this entire roster up without the slightest hint of a buzzer going off. I’m removing organs and ending lives with precision and ease, and no malpractice lawsuit can stop me. The entire roster, from the lowest of the curtain jerkers to the highest of the so-called main-eventers, better walk on eggshells. I’m not prejudice when it comes to utterly destroying the competition, so if you get in my way I’ll send you to the Wrestling Recycle Bin, right click, and empty your entire existence from the history of this business. This is a new version of PDW, and there is a new face of the company. Everyone better get used it. Now this Platinum federation is truly “Iced” out.

Ice hits a button, turning off his customized Bluetooth mic as “Hate Me Now” starts to play again. The scene fades with the cocky, but accomplished, superstar in the middle of the ring.

Handicap Match

Toni Terror vs Kindred London

 

Samantha Jinx: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, she stands at five feet and nine inches tall, weighing in at one-hundred fifty five pounds. She hails from Queens, New York! She is Toni Terror!!

Echoing steps flood the airwaves as a blurred figure emerges upon the large screen. A hazed sight of waving black hair is noticed keenly, as "Like You" by Evanescence blares piercingly over the PA System. The screen's viewing then breaks away from the enigmatic female.

"Stay low
soft, dark, and dreamless
far beneath my nightmares and loneliness
I hate me
for breathing without you
I don't want to feel anymore for you."

The camera now fades to the enormous arena pact with eager enthusiasts and high screaming concentration. The lights begin to dim and the spectators' screams grow far heavier as the fog starts fading out. Pyromania explodes when the lights blaze to their brightest and Toni Terror comes walking out onto the stage, accompanied by her manager Carrie Starr. The crowd roars, giving a thunderous array of applause and excitement as the diva shines through with a careless smirk.

"Grieving for you
I'm not grieving for you
nothing real love can't undo
and though I may have lost my way
all paths lead straight to you"

The aptitude rises whilst she maintains a sense of arrogance down the ramp, letting not an eye fall far from the ring. Fans continue to grab out for the woman standing in near distance, but she continues to ignore them, making her way up the steel steeps and catwalking. She then laughs, tossing her left leg into the air and sending it over the middle rope.

"I long to be like you.
lie cold in the ground like you.
there's room inside for two and I'm not grieving for you...
and as we lay in silent bliss
I know you remember me
I long to be like you
lie cold in the ground like you
there's room inside for two and I'm not grieving for you
I'm coming for you."

She takes a few steps inside the ring as pyromania shoots from the four corners and Carrie Starr takes her position outside the ring.

David Wright: Whoa. She sure took her time in getting down to the ring, didn't she?

Reggie Stallworth: I'm betting my money she got lost on her way down the ramp. That's quite the schnozz on her, am I right?

Samantha Jinx: And her opponent stands at six feet two inches and weighs in at 225 pounds. He is the Innovative Messiah, from Oakland, California... KAY-LO, 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.

I'm 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.

David Wright: That focused look on Kay Lo's face says it all. He feels that he should've won the main event last week. This should be a good match.

Reggie Stallworth: I'm more interested in the girls outside of the ring. Can anyone say "Cat fight?" MEOOOOOWWWWWRRRRRRR!

As the bell rings, Toni Terror is quick on the offensive by with a standing roundhouse kick but Kindred London ducks it. Not wasting a second Toni Terror comes back with a sweeping kick along the mat but Kindred London leaps over it. Toni Terror sweeps her other foot back as Kindred London does a backflip over that one!

David Wright: What a show of offense and defense to start the match. Look at the crowd jump off their seats!

As London lands, he's greeted with a shoulder to the gut as Toni Terror tries to take him off his feet! But the taller and heavier London stands his ground and instead hits an axe-handle to the back of Toni Terror dropping her to her knees!

Kindred London reaches down and applies a gutwrench waistlock to Terror and lifts her into the air and drops her down over his knee for a backbreaker!

David Wright: Kindred London obviously has a plan in place in attacking her back.

Reggie Stallworth: No questions asked he's going to punish Toni's back.

As Terror holds to her lower back in pain, Kindred London follows it up by hooking his arms underneath Terror's... He applies a full nelson as Terror lets out a yelp in pain! The referee checks to see if Terror will submit, but before she can even consider doing so, Kindred begins shaking her violently like a ragdoll! Eventually he stops but only to drop her with a full nelson slam!

He covers Terror...

ONE...

Terror kicks out!

Kindred grabs Terror by the hair and lifts her off the mat. Once she makes it to her feet Terror catches Kindred off-guard and lifts Kindred backward into a Northern Lights suplex! She holds on bridging the body...

ONE...

Before the referee can count to two, she collapses over Kindred and holds the small of her back.

Reggie Stallworth: Kay Lo didn't have to kick out there as the damage he made early in the match to Terror's had an effect on that pinfall!

Terror makes it to her feet and kicks the downed Kindred London to keep him on the mat. She runs to the near ropes and leaps off the bottom rope with a lionsault! She hooks the leg...

ONE...

TWO...

Kindred kicks out. Frustrated, she repays Kay Lo the favor by picking him up with a firm grip of his corn rows. She irish-whips him to the corner... she gains momentum by bouncing off the ropes herself and catches Kindred as he comes out of the corner and plants him in the center of the ring with a bulldog takedown!

An eye for an eye, she sits on Kindred's upper back and hooks his arms around her knees... she grabs ahold of his chin and rocks back applying the camel clutch! In the center of the ring and nowhere near the ropes, Kindred London considers tapping out! But before he can Carliee grabs ahold of his foot and drags him towards the edge and places his foot on the bottom rope. Carliee leaps on to the apron to get the referee's attention and point out Kay Lo's foot on the rope.

Pissed off, Terror releases the hold and goes after Carliee Taylor. Carliee jumps off the apron. Terror leaps out of the ring and gives chase behind her! As she does, Kindred London rolls out of the ring under the bottom rope... Carliee turns the corner and Terror does the same but she's met with a vicious clothesline, compliments of one Kindred London!

London picks Terror off the ground and rams her backfirst against the ring! He rolls Terror underneath the bottom rope and thanks Carliee with a kiss. He turns back to the ring and slides underneath the bottom rope but Carliee turns around and is met with a slap to the face thanks to Carrie Starr!

Carliee grabs Carrie by the hair and shakes her violently! The fans at ringside cheer loudly as the two climb on to each other and begin tearing each other's close off in an all-out cat fight.

Becoming aware of the happenings on the outside of the ring, Kindred London runs back to the outside area and removes Carliee off of Carrie Starr! Kicking and swinging wildly, London sets her away from Carrie before she can realize it's her own man breaking up the fight. As soon as she realizes she turns to kiss him but the couple's moment is ruined thanks to a suicide dive thanks to Toni Terror!

Reggie Stallworth: If she's not going to let them get it on, I want to see Toni and Carrie get down!

The crowd starts a "Ho-Ly Shit" *clap clap clapclapclap* chant. Carrie Starr comes over to help Toni Terror to her feet. As she limps away, Kindred London begins to get up. Carrie Starr rolls Toni Terror into the ring as the referee begins the ring out count...

ONE...

TWO...

Kindred London regains his composure and is up on his feet...

THREE...

FOUR...

He tends to Carliee encouraging her to get up as well, but Carliee is still knocked out!

FIVE...

SIX...

Reggie Stallworth: Carliee may have suffered a stinger thanks to that suicide dive by Toni Terror!

SEVEN...

Kindred London lifts Carliee off her feet but her feet don't keep her up as she slumps back to the floor like a Philly drunk.

EIGHT...

Not wanting to take the match like this Toni Terror slides out of the ring.

NINE...

She approaches Kindred London to entice him to continue the match, but Kindred London's hearing none of it as he shoves Toni Terror away with such force she lands on her butt. Kindred London begins to show a worried face as Carliee doesn't wake. He cradles her head and begins slapping her lightly trying, but Carliee is still sound asleep!

Furious, Toni Terror comes back at Kindred London but is stopped in her tracks by the referee who's now gone to the outside. He sends her away, all the while Kindred London yells for a stretcher.

David Wright: We have a serious injury on our hands here, folks.

Reggie Stallworth: I'd hate to speculate but it looks like Carliee has suffered a stinger or a concussion here.

David Wright: In these cases, the best thing to do is just pray and hope the damage is minor.

Reggie Stallworth: Yes, pray. And now for the fans without DVR, let's take a look at a slow motion replay of what knocked Carliee out!

The slo-mo replay takes over the screen as the camera focuses on Kindred London and Carliee on the outside... Replays explicitly show Kindred London sensing Toni Terror airborne and in a last ditch effort shoving Carliee away... caught off-guard, Carliee falls back and on to the guardrail. Even slower motion replays show her eyes rolling back upon impact.

David Wright: Wow. It appears one of those bars struck Carliee at the base of the neck.

Reggie Stallworth: Really?! Lets watch it again!

David Wright: No, I think we've seen enough.

The paramedics rush with their stretcher down to ringside. They quickly tend to Carliee by bracing her neck and rolling her gently on to the stretcher. Kindred London follows the first aid team closely up the ramp, worried over his fiancee.

Reggie Stallworth: Whoa, is this match over?

David Wright: Must you ask?

The cameras show the referee speaking to Samantha Jinx, the ring announcer.

Reggie Stallworth: Come on, lets hear the decision!

Samantha Jinx: As a result of the serious injury suffered at ringside, referee T.C. Payne has stopped this match at the 13:07 mark and ruled this match a no-contest.

Reggie Stallworth: A no contest?! What the hell! I feel cheated!

David Wright: Didn't you have enough with Carliee's injury?

Reggie Stallworth: Hells no! I demand my money back! I demand a refund! This is absurd!

David Wright: Calm down. Maybe these two will be scheduled for a rematch next week. Who knows?

The scene opens up in the parking lot, Mercedes is shown walking out of the entrance talking on her cell phone heading towards her car.

Mercedes: I know Joshua, I'm on my way home right now. I didn't plan to be here long, I had some paperwork I had to finish and turn into the Star before the night was over.

Mercedes sighs.

Mercedes: It's fine, I will stop at the store and get some diapers and everything on my way home. I need to take him to the doctor tomorrow.

Mercedes walks up to her 2007 Bentley Coupe and unlocks the door using the remote key, she tosses her bag into the car and she sits down in the driver's seat.

Mercedes: Listen, I'm am in the car and on my way to the house. I will pick both of you guys up and we can head to the store together.

Mercedes sticks the key in the ignition and starts the car, she moves the gear into Drive but before she could go anywhere, a long white limo slams into the passenger side of her car pushing her across the parking lot pinning her up against another car. Mercedes is shown leaning over the steering wheel motionless.

???: That was priceless.

Mercedes could barely move, she tried to lift her head up but had a hard time doing it. She looked to her right and notice two figures standing on the outside of her car. She could barely lift her head up but she noticed the black and white pinstriped thong that peeped through the long black trench coat that the individual was wearing. Standing beside the women, was another figure that Mercedes recognized to. It was Giovanna and Santina Bartuzzinni, two old enemies from Mercedes past. Mercedes eyes widen and she was shocked, she tries to talk but she was in so much pain, all she could do was sit there.

Giovanna: Next time, move your damn car bitch.

Giovanna smiles as Santina laughs in the background.

Giovanna: See you soon, Mercedes!

Giovanna enters her limo with Santina following behind her, the limo backs up and then speeds off out of the parking lot, leaving Mercedes inside of the car as the scene fades back to the arena.

Tag Team Match

Melody & Jake Matthews vs Talena & Mike Ryba

 

Reggie Stallworth: This is gonna be a hot ass match here. I already know it.

David Wright: And I would have to agree with you, Reggie.

These two teams will absolutely tear one another apart. No matter that Mike Ryba has an inexperienced, fun sized partner. This match is STILL going to be explosive.

Reggie Stallworth: Yup, fun sized Talena is and I’d like to take a bit out of tha…hold up. She legal right?

David Wright: Eighteen years old.

Reggie Stallworth: Alright then. Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Sammantha Jinx: The following contest is a tag team match up. Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. She is….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: One of PDW’s newest hoes right here. Even got the ho walk down. Stayin’ true to her ho game.

David Wright: You know…you have absolutely no respect for women.

Reggie Stallworth: I got plenty of respect for women but there’s a difference between women and hoes. It don’t matter though. I love ‘em both!

Sammantha Jinx: And her partner. He hails all the way from Stillwater, Oklahoma, he is “The Miracle Boy”…JAKE MATTHEWS!!!

The arena goes dark as a voice is heard coming through the PA system.

"Start with Straight Shots and then Pop Bottles"
"Flirt with the Hood Rats and then Pop Models"
Air raid sirens blare through the darkness.
"Start with Straight Shots and then Pop Bottles"
"Flirt with the Hood Rats and then Pop Models"

Suddenly, pyro explodes all over the stage as the house lights come back on illuminating the arena. There in plain view is The Miracle Boy Jake Matthews, standing there with an emotionless expression on his face. His hooded vest covering his eyes, he just stands there.

"Okay we Poppin' Champagne like we won a Championship Game"
"Looks like I got on a Championship Ring"

Suddenly, a grin begins to appear on his face and he suddenly flips his head back, removing the hood covering his eyes. He looks around the arena for a moment, before making his way down the ramp.

"'Cause I Ball Hard"
"No Wait I Ball Harder"

The music continues playing as Jake slides under the bottom rope and gets to his feet. He walks over to the far turnbuckle and climbs to the top, raising one fist high into the air. He looks around the arena with his infamous grin before hopping down. He removes his vest as the music dies down.

David Wright: Now here is a man everyone can’t stop talking about. It doesn’t take much for the Miracle Boy to draw attention to himself.

Reggie Stallworth: That’s why he’s tagging with Melody. Both of them are attention whores. I gotta feeling Jake is doing more than tagging with Melody though.

David Wright: More like what?

Reggie Stallworth: Oh, I forgot you was a virgin. You see there’s this thing that girls and boys do sometimes called fu…

David Wright: I don’t agree with you, Reggie!

Sammantha Jinx: And their opponents. Introducing first…from right here in Philadelphia Pennsylvania…

The crowd looses their minds as “Wonder Woman” by Trey Songz hits the speakers.

Sammantha Jinx: And being accompanied to the ring by Shara…

David & Reggie: WHAT?!

Sammantha Jinx: TALENA!!!

The energetic rookie runs out onto the stage with her long hair cornrowed with an elaborate design. Following directly behind her is her older sister. Talena poses at the top of the ramp for a moment, all smiles for the fans as she soaks up her fifteen minutes of mild fame. Shara, on the other hand, shows no trace of a smile as she follows her younger sister down the ramp. Talena hops up onto the apron and flips into the ring, where she continues to pose for the fans.

David Wright: Well, who didn’t see this coming?

Reggie Stallworth: shut up, Dave.

Sammantha Jinx: And finally, her partner. He is the former PDW Platinum Champion…MIKE RYBA!!!

The slow beginning of 'The Howling' begins to play as the lights dim and blue lights begin to turn on. As soon as the rip begins to play, Ryba and his manager emerge from out back to their reaction. Johanna stands in front of Ryba as Ryba plays to the crowd. Once done, they begin their way to the crowd as Ryba makes his way in front of her and slides into the ring, as she steps up the steps and into the ring. Ryba stands in the middle of the ropes, looking to the crowd as she comes and grabs him as they strike a pose as blue and white pyro shoots off from the four corners of the ring

Reggie Stallworth: Aww, did you see little Talena jump at the pyros?

David Wright: And her rough neck sister slap her for it? Yeah.

T.C. Payne is barely able to take her place in the ring before Talena shoots across it and spears Melody to the ground. Both Mike and Jake have no choice but to make their way to their corners and Talena unleashes a flurry of closed fist punches to Melody’s head. The camera quickly shows Shara watching intently and nodding her head in approval before cutting back to Talena in the ring. She is now slamming Melody’s head viciously against the mat and simultaneously slapping her back and forth across the face.

Reggie Stallworth: Well damn… is this a wrestling ring or 31st and Diamond in North Philly?

David Wright: I don’t think she cares too much. She just wants to beat the hell out of the woman who humiliated her cousin last week.

Reggie Stallworth: That was a bold ass move on Melody’s, part. Real bold. I think she just might end up regretting it though.

As Talena continues her assault Melody suddenly tosses her off like a ragdoll. But it is no matter to Talena. Before Melody even begins to make it back to her feet, Talena is on her with hard stomps from her wrestling boots. The Philadelphia fans are definitely behind her for this one. She then grabs Melody by the hair and pulls her to her feet. Talena launches Melody into the ropes, but as Talena goes for a dropkick, Melody holds onto the ropes and Talena hits the canvas after a missed target. Melody quickly rushes over to her and begins laying boots to her back, keeping the small girl grounded. She then yanks Talena up by the hair to her feet and plants her back down onto the mat with a scoop slam. Melody then drops to the mat herself and covers Talena.

ONE…

TWO…

Talena kicks out quickly.

Reggie Stallworth: Wow…

David Wright: Things getting off to a quick start. Melody attempting a pinfall already.

Melody shakes her head and stands up. She stomps on Talena for good measure before hauling her to her feet. She then slaps Talena across the face and shoves her into the corner. Melody grabs Talena by the back of the head and slams her head into the top turnbuckle. She then spins her around and wraps both hands around her neck, illegally choking little Talena up in the corner…much to Mike Ryba’s display. He begins stepping into the ring as T.C. quickly goes to stop him. As the two exchange a few words Shara leaps onto the apron and gives Melody a single hard shot with her fist right in the face.

David Wright: T.C.! Pay attention!

Reggie Stallworth: Shut up, man! Don’t ruin it! This is getting good!

With Shara, Ryba and T.C. now back in their places, Talena struggles to catch her breath as Melody attempts to recover from being sucker punched. With this window, Talena grabs a handful of Melody’s hair once again and plants her face in the mat with a bulldog. She then rolls Melody over and hooks her leg.

ONE…

TWO…

THR...Matthews quickly runs in and drags Talena off by the leg, making the save which prompts Ryba to rush in the ring and hit him with a forearm smash.

David Wright: Matthews could’ve very well saved the match for his team right there.

Reggie Stallworth: Yeah, Melody gotta step her game up. She had some fire in that ring against Harris last week. What happened to that?!

Both Ryba and Matthews begin to exchange blows as if they are the legal men in the ring. Jake manages to nail Ryba with a vicious emziguiri, but an obvious adrenaline rush causes him to recover quickly. He surprises him with a huge uppercut before the ref finally steps on.

T.C. manages to get both men back to their corners while the ladies begin climbing to their feet. Melody suddenly catches Talena off guard with a crossbody block in which she uses to cover once again.

ONE…

Talena kicks out quickly.

Again, Melody pulls Talena to her feet but before she is able to do anything, Talena uses what little power she has to shove her into the corner. Unbeknownst to T.C., Shara reaches under the ropes and yanks Melody’s legs out from under her, causing her to fall flat on her face.

David Wright: Ouch!

Reggie Stallworth: Team work…

David Wright: That’s not her partner!

Winded, Talena is now on all fours, trying to regain her composure as her partner looks on from his corner. Both women begin to make their way to their feet around the same time. Instead of going for Talena, though, Melody heads over to Jake, who is already prepared, and tags him in. Matthews steps into the ring just as Talena raises her head. The look of shock and fright that immediately graces her face cannot be mistaken. As the fans roar in excitement Jake simply smirks as Talena gawks at him. She then looks back at Ryba who is literally standing on the ropes and nearly reaching across the ring to be tagged in. She then looks back at Jake who shrugs his shoulders, still smirking at her. Boldly, Talena charges at him, looking for a spear but Jake quickly sidesteps and Talena crashes into the ring post.

Reggie Stallworth: LEAVE TALENA ALONE!!!

David Wright: Hey, Crocker. She ran at him.

Reggie Stallworth: So?!

Jake pivots and heads for Talena, grabbing her by the back of her shirt and pulling her back to her feet. The small girl swings at him wildly, missing every hit as he dodges her. In frustration and desperation, Talena does what’s expected of her and low blows Matthews, putting an end to his shenanigans.

Reggie Stallworth: I heard her cousin just did something like that to him not too long ago.

David Wright: Must run in the family.

Talena then grabs Jake by the hand and tosses him into the ropes where Shara punts him in his lower back, causing Matthews to come crashing to the mat. Picking up on the dirty tactic, Melody runs into the ring and goes for a huge clotheslines. Talena scouts the moves and ducks under Melody’s arm, right into a tag.

Reggie Stallworth: Uh oh!

David Wright: FINALLY!!!

The screaming in the Dynasty Spectrum is deafening as the big man makes his way into the ring. Immediately, he heads straight for Melody. As she spins around, Ryba slaps his arms around her and sends her sailing over the top rope with a belly to belly suplex. Melody hits the floor outside with a loud, sickening smack.

Reggie Stallworth: And here goes Ryba just not giving a fuck. She definitely broke something right there.

David Wright: Quite possibly…

The camera cuts to where Melody has just fallen. Shara has now made her way over to her and is looking down at a helpless Melody with a smirk. She nudges her with her Timberland a bit before kneeling down and pulling the black mat way from the concrete underneath. With it now exposed, Shara wraps Melody’s hair around her fist and drags her to the cold stone.

Reggie Stallworth: The hell is going on over there?

David Wright: I don’t know but I don’t think it’s good for Melody! Jake! Pay attention!

As the crowd looks on, Shara lifts Melody to her feet and smashes her face first into the concrete with Star’s signature “Mundane Makeover” facebuster. Melody is completely out cold as Shara flips her on to her back. Blood leaks like a faucet from both her nose and mouth, but Shara is not finished with her yet. She tears Melody’s t-shirt from her back and soon heads for her pants, unbuckling them and pulling them down around her ankles so that Melody is nearly naked on the side of the ring. Shara then stands to her feet and pulls off her studded leather belt and begins lashing poor immobilized Melody on every exposed part of her flesh.

Reggie Stallworth: Don’t nobody see this shit but us?!

David Wright: I don’t know but this is flat out ridiculous.

Back in the ring, Matthews and Ryba are going blow for blow, with Ryba backing Matthews into the corner. Grabbing ahold of the middle rope on either side of Jake, Ryba lays the shoulder thrusts into Matthews mid-section and Matthews slumps underneath the turnbuckle. Ryba doesn't let up on his attack however as he continues to stomp all over Jake's body! The crowd goes crazy as the T.C. Payne finally steps in to break up the ruckus and allow Jake space to defend himself. Ryba isn't paying hearing it however as he grabs ahold of T.C. Payne and shoves her away so he can continue the attack on Matthews!

Reggie Stallworth: Ryba don't care who get in his way, as far as he's concerned even the ref is an obstacle towards victory at this point!

Matthews uses the ropes to get to his feet as T.C. Payne warns Ryba another stunt like that and he'll be disqualified from the match. The apathetic Ryba ignores her warnings as he turns back to Matthews... but before Ryba can continue any sort of attack, Matthews holds on to the top rope while swinging his legs in the air for a spinning heel kick of sorts, catching him off-guard! Matthews continues the attack by connecting with a low dropkick to Ryba's right knee dropping him down to one knee. He bounces off the ropes and returns with another dropkick to Ryba, this time connecting to the arm forcing him to drop his guard and down to all fours. He heads to the turnbuckle and signals for the Platinum Sinsation!

Reggie Stallworth: I hope Ryba's got a empty stomach, cuz he about to eat it!

Sensing an aerial attack coming Shara terminates her punishment on Melody and instead hops up onto the apron catching Matthews attention. Making use of his agility and balance, Matthews manages to not fall off the turnbuckle while simultaneously punching Shara in the head sending her reeling to the exposed concrete below!

Reggie Stallworth: That's right! Fuck 'er ass up!

But from the other side of the ring comes Talena as she pushes Jake Matthews off the ropes too sending HIM flying to the outside too! Talena enters the ring and helps Ryba to his feet. Both approach the ropes and survey the situation on the outside... Ryba notices a conscious but naked Melody crawling away.

David Wright: Oh oh... This doesn't look good!

Ryba points at Melody crawling away and asks the crowd if he should finish her off! The crowd roars loudly at the prospect of Ryba driving Melody's head through the mat. Ryba obliges and points at Melody and instructs Talena to bring her into the ring!

Like a good tag team partner, Talena exits the ring and goes after Melody... But Melody spears her back into the steel post! She mounts her and begins punching her wildly!

Reggie Stallworth: It ain't over till the fat bitch sings!

Ryba nonchalantly steps out of the ring and motions for the crowd to not make a sound as he sneaks up behind the preoccupied Melody... He grabs her by the hair and pulls her off Talena! He escorts her to the announcer's table and smashes her head against it with such force, her busted head bounces off the table and all Melody can do is hold on to the geyser erupting out of her nostrils. Ryba grabs her by her underwear and bra and slides her inside the ring!

Once inside she quickly crawls to the other side of the ring wanting to escape, but she doesn't get far before Ryba grabs ahold of her leg!

David Wright: Looks like we have a bit of cat and mouse play here.

Reggie Stallworth: Dave, don't be calling Mike Ryba no pussy now!

Dragging her by the hair to the middle of the ring, Ryba clamps on a standing headscissors. Sensing what's coming next, Melody begins to kick and wiggle her legs wildly to escape but is met with a double axehandle to the back for her troubles! He underhooks her left arm...

Reggie Stallworth: Dave, Matthews is getting up on the outside!

The camera cuts to outside of the ring as a dazed Matthews makes is trying to get up...

Ryba hooks Melody's other arm...

Reggie Stallworth: Come on, Jakey! There's no better time than now for a miracle, boy!

Ryba lifts the Melody's lifeless body into the air and drops her head first into the mat with a jumping double underhook piledriver!

David Wright: FUCK THAT NOISE! FUCK THAT NOISE!

Matthews becomes aware of the situation inside the ring...

Ryba covers Melody...

Matthews slides in...

ONE...

Matthews jumps across the ring to break the count...

TWO...

SHARA IS UP! AND SHE'S STALKING MATTHEWS! SHE GRABS AHOLD OF HIS LEG! HE KICKS HER AWAY! BUT ITS ENOUGH OF A DISTRACTION AS THE REFEREE DROPS HER HAND TO THE MAT...

THREE!

Reggie Stallworth: It’s over! It’s over! Melody just lost in her draws!

David Wright: Holy hell! What a match!

Sammantha Jinx: And your winners….TALENA AND MIKE RYBA!!!

David Wright: Star may not have been involved directly...but she found a way to make sure that Jake's" big comeback" was not so big.

 

The scene opens up in the parking lot, a tow truck is lifting Mercedes' car onto the platform while Mercedes is shown in the back of the ambulance. Just then a black Aston Martin rolls up into view. The car comes to an immediate stop and the door quickly flies open. Out steps PDW owner, Star, finally arriving when most thought she wouldn’t show. She quickly rushes over to Sean as she peers into the back of the ambulance. A look of concern immediately spreads across her already weary face.

Star: What the hell is going on? Who did this?

Sean: I don't know, she said Gia or something. But who the hell is Gia?

Star: Gia? Damn, that name sounds so familiar.

Sean: I'm going to the hospital after the show, you want to ride with me?

Star: I have some stuff to take care of after the show, but I will meet you up there.

Star shakes her head in disgust as she watches her best friend drive away in an ambulance.

Star: I swear this place is going to hell in a hand basket already.

She turns and gives Sean a hug who was upset also. Star turns and makes her way into the building leaving Sean standing in the parking lot. Out of nowhere, the two hooded men are seen walking up behind Sean. From behind them, a whistle is heard. Sean turns around to see the two hooded men standing there. He takes a defensive stance. The two hooded men then each step apart and Erik Harris is seen standing behind them. He has a bandage on his head from the chair shot earlier. He looks at Sean and chuckles.

Erik Harris: You really think you can take all three of us out Sean? Sean, think about it. None of your goonies are here. Everyone of them are being taken to the hospital. And your little bitch Diamond, well, she is being taken care of as well. So, ya see Sean, you are left all alone. Which shouldn’t surprise ya. But ya see Sean, after your attack last week, it made me think. For me to know I’m going to have a fair shot at you, I’m going to need to get someone to watch my back. So, I went out and got the only two guys I trust. Ya, you might be wondering, why I got nailed with a chair. Simple reason Sean, if I wouldn’t have, everyone would have figured I set the whole thing up. Which, well, I did. But, it would have been figured out before now. So, why not take one for the team? So, I’m sure you are wondering who I got to watch my back huh?"

One of the men removes the hood to reveal Draven Thorne, the longtime friend of Erik Harris.

Erik Harris: Yea, Draven here ain’t on the roster, nor is he a wrestler anymore. But, he agreed to assist us on this little plan me and this man put together.

Erik walks over to the other hooded man and puts his arm around him.

Erik Harris: Ya see Sean. I know that the three you have could not even touch this man. Why? Because this man is just that damn good."

Erik then raises his arms and let’s out a laugh as the other hooded man removes his hood and reveals himself to be Kindred London. Sean looks on, stunned for a moment.

Erik Harris: So, Sean, ask yourself. Was it really that smart to attack me last week instead of just wait for our match? If I was a betting man, I would say no. But, what is done is done. Draven, appreciate your help. Sean, Kindred and myself, we are what you call a Corrupted Coalition. Fuck with us if ya dare but we won’t be held responsible for the outcome."

Erik then rushes Sean and spears him into a car. Kindred then rushes over and assists Erik by punching Sean. PDW security is then seen rushing over and grabs a hold of Erik and K-LO and Sean. They do everything to hold the three men apart. A smile is seen on Erik and London's faces.

Standard Match

Julian Dark vs John Raide

Samantha Jinx: This match is scheduled for one fall, and is to be a Singles Main Event Match. Introducing first, from Portland, Maine … weighing in at 212 pounds … he is John … Raide!!!!

The lights dim. There is an ambient green and purple mist that seems to rain down from the rafters and slowly envelopes the crowd in a hazy fog. Amidst the asthma coughing fits and blackened lungs, the cameras pan around the building. "Lunatic Fringe" by Red Rider seems to hover across the airwaves, with the bass and guitar kicking in, the fans know what to expect now. Chants of "Fade-to-Black" echo throughout the arena, and it doesn't take long before the sea of heads turn in one direction. Across from the entrance and deep into the sea of people, John Raide lurks among the crowd dressed in his attire, a black towel over his head. He is escorted by a security detail as they push and shove their way through the crowd, eventually making it to the barricade where event security opens the railing and allows him through. Raide stops for a moment and surveys the arena before marching up the steel steps before him and pausing once more on the apron. He then swiftly moves between the ropes and enters the ring, walking quickly to his designated corner and hopping up onto the second rope, where he raises his arm in the air to the fans applause. He stops there for a moment, looking over the crowd before jumping back down, turning and leaning into the turnbuckle.

Samantha Jinx: And his opponent, coming from Eagle Rock, California … weighing in at 224 pounds … he is Julian … Dark!!!!

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

Dark starts off with lefts and rights, before he is quickly countered and taken down with a takedown clothesline. Raide picks Dark back up, but is quickly halted with a kick to the gut. Julian hits a Double-Arm DDT on Raide, head-first into the mat. Dark keeps it going with a nice leg drop across the back of Raide. Picking Raide up, Dark goes for an irish whip, but Raide somehow holds his ground before yanking Dark off the ground and into a powerful clothesline of his own, as the crowd boos him. Quickly hitting an exploder suplex on Dark as he had picked him up, Raide quickly stomps onto Julian Dark’s legs before locking on a leg lock, beginning to torturing the leg of Dark, twisting and turning it. Leaving Julian screaming in pain, Raide just stomps on it continuously before turning Dark onto his stomach.

David Wright: Raide working on the leg. Good tactic.

Reggie Stallworth: And we’re just starting off.

Grabbing the left leg of Julian Dark’s … Raide hoist him up before slamming his knee right into the mat. Julian began rolling around in pain. Raide, going to work decides to pick the same leg up again before dropping it down even harder, very much trying to injure and weaken it early. Raide picking up Dark chooses to hit a brainbuster DDT, before rolling over for the cover.

ONE…

TWO…

KICKOUT!

Kicking out at the count of two, Dark survives the first pin attempt of the match. Raide goes to pick up Dark. Dark, using his fists … jabs Raide in the stomach, before hitting an uppercut dead-on the chin. Julian Dark, limping a little on his left leg from the damage of Raide continues to brawl hitting several jabs followed by another uppercut … European Uppercut, causing Raide to stagger back. Julian Dark just hops up off the ground and onto Raide before flipping him into a hurricarana, launching him close to the other side of the ring.

Dark getting the adrenaline pumping again, still with a limp continues to assault Raide with a stomp onto the middle of his back before picking him up and tossing him into the corner successfully. Running full speed, going for a splash … hits nothing but the turnbuckle pads. Raide quickly maneuvers and german suplexes Dark, flipping him hard onto his face.

Raide with the grin on his face works back onto the leg of Dark, but before he can get a chance, Julian does his best to push Raide off of him with both of his feet. Tugging back and forth for several seconds, he finally gets free. Using the ropes to get back to his feet, Dark catches Raide before he attacks, as Dark hits a flying cross body splash, pinning Raide down …

ONE…

TWO…

KICKOUT!

The kickout at two from Raide … Julian picks Raide up, throwing him into the ropes. Ducking under as Raide goes over top. Raide rebounds as Dark hops over his head. Rebounding again off the rope …. Julian catches Raide with a vertical suplex but gets it easily reversed into a thundering spinebuster out of nowhere.

Raide back on top of things chooses to pick Julian off of the mat before whipping Julian hard in the corner. Raide follows up with several slashing chops to the chest of Dark, as portion of the audience “Woo’s” at his slashing chops. Out of nowhere, suddenly switching places, Dark is now on top as he lashes a few across the chest of Raide, before landing one right across the face of Raide before smirking. Raide, coming out the corner still calm and collected patiently waits for an opening. Dark going for a vertical suplex is quickly reversed into a Reverse DDT, getting dropped right onto his head. Raide, picking up the pieces left to Dark sets him up by sending him into the corner again.

Reggie Stallworth: Looks like Raide is taking the lead in this match right now.

This time, with quick speed Raide jumps up and hits a wicked looking Shining Wizard across the face of Dark, causing him to slouch into the corner. Raide picks up the legs of Julian Dark before swinging him onto the other side. Walking around and sitting Julian Dark upright, Raide jumps up before dropkicking Dark accurately right in the back of the head.

As both stall from action for a second, catching their breath … Raide goes to pick up Julian. Doing so, he whips him into the rope as Dark still showing the signs of his leg from earlier. Ducking the clothesline from Raide. Dark comes back with a spinning forearm smash, hitting Raide like a ton of bricks. Dark picking up Raide, trying to mount some valuable damage onto Raide, he sends Raide staggering back with a few uppercuts, sending him onto the ropes. Backing up … Julian runs full speed, taking both over the ropes with a sloppy looking clothesline.

David Wright: And the match changes momentum somewhat as Dark takes both himself and Raide to the outside.

Reggie Stallworth: Did he do that on purpose?

David Wright: I doubt it…

Landing hard onto the outside … Dark somehow gets up quickly. Keeping Raide down with stiff kicks to the chest and one to the head for payback. Julian is back on top for right now. Choosing to pick Raide up, Raide aware of the situation and surrounding … counters Julian’s grapple and swings him hard into the barricade. The barricade meeting back-first of Julian leads into a yell from Julian. Raide lifts up Julian’s limp body before letting it freefall onto the top of the barricade, crashing into his chest, seemingly slicing him in half, as he sloped back down to the mat … eyes dazed in confusion.

Raide tired of this … picks Dark up before choosing to punish him some more. Going to swing him into the ring post, Julian pulls out of the slump and reverses the whip, as Raide goes shoulder-first into the steel post. Julian catching another breath. He keeps Raide from going inside the ring, by pulling him out by the leg. Dark kicks him in the gut before tossing him into the corner of the barricade, as he is slouched. Julian sends stiff boots to the skull and chest of Raide, trying to somewhat stomp a mudhole in his …. Grill.

Reggie Stallworth: Goddamn! Taking it to the old man!

David Wright: Old man?

Reggie Stallworth: Yup, that man is haggard. Him and The Champion need to be in a retirement home somewhere.

It looked like John Raide had the upper hand. Julian attempting to get to his feet when the arena went black, the platinum tron flickered to life. John turned his attention to the screen, Rachel stood there with a cocky grin across her beautiful face. 

Rachel Price: Looks, like you’re doing a pretty good job handling Dark there babe. It’s funny how you spend so much time making these poor people think I was some money hungry whore who just wanted the name and money you had to offer. No, I never needed your money. I needed my husband, and when I needed you most you left me behind; so now I’m a bitter whore who wants vengeance.

She purred vengeance out with such ease. It was then that her image faded and the lights came back on. Rachel stood there, her arms crossed eyes set on John Raide as he shook his head; as he turned he caught wind of Rachel and before he even could give it a second thought she planted a boot into his mid-section, once hurled over she grabbed his nape hooked his head and landed the Forbidden lust. Rachel got to her feet and stood over Raide with a smile on her face, she then looked at Julian dark who was oblivious as she stepped through the ropes off the apron and headed up the ramp way.

David Wright: That was Rachel Price! She defeated Jay Cash earlier tonight but what the hell was she doing down here?

Reggie Wright: PDW is just full of warring ex’s these days!

Picking Raide up. Julian hits a standing dropkick, before picking him back up once more. Going for a DDT, Raide halts the execution of the move into an over-the-head belly suplex, tossing Dark atleast three feet down near the steel steps. Dark, rolling over, cringing in pain from that toss sits there on the side of the steps, shaking his head, trying to find a way to get back into this.

Raide, back up with no problem walks over to Dark before sending his foot … driving right into the gut of Dark. Grabbing Julian’s head … Raide bashes it against the steel steps, as you can now see a sight of blood from the corner of Julian’s mouth. Raide quickly noticing the leak of blood goes into unstoppable mode. Picking Julian up, he whips him hard, over the steps, crashing onto his chest. Walking around and picking up Julian once again, Raide slides him into the ring as he follows behind him. Raide rolls him over for the cover and pin …

ONE…

TWO…

KICKOUT!

Amazingly kicking out at the last second after what he went through on the outside of the ring, Julian gets to catch his breath for a quick second yet again. The crowd behind Julian to wake up out of his trance and get to kicking ass is blocked as Raide keeps Dark from gaining any kind of momentum. Raide kicks Julian right in the side of the head with the crowd booing the hell out of him for that dirty move. Picking Dark up, who’s dazed and confused … Raide, with one quick move … drops Dark onto the mat with the Diamond Cutter … hitting his trademark ‘Fade To Black 04’. The crowd booing Raide, he lays his arm across the body of Julian Dark while the ref counts.

ONE…

TWO…

THRE…KICKOUT!

David Wright: Oh! Almost!

Reggie Stallworth: But Julian said HELL NAW!

Julian Dark was one to never go down for the count. Getting back onto his feet, barely standing. Raide run in with a quick kick to the gut before quickly setting up Raide for his finisher. Dark, trying to wiggle out cannot be let free. Raide comes down hard on Julian Dark’s head and skull … seemingly squishing it, before releasing his body as it just fell with a thump … Raide with his glare, pins Dark again … this time hoping for the win.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

Samantha Jinx: Your Winner Of The Main Event Is …. John Raide!!!!!

David Wright: Well, Raide did it. Julian made him fight for it…but he did it.

Reggie Stallworth: I think after that I need a cig…

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That meant none other than Kindred London was about to crash the party as well. However, no sign of London was seen at the moment as the theme continued to play out

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

From atop the entrance ramp, the audience begins to laugh at the twin of Kindred London … ‘Mini-London”. Dressed down in the same gear, with the ice showing around his neck. Raide looking on as he's still inside the ring … currently trying to make back to his feet. The mini-sized version of London wiggled his way into the ring under the rope before choosing to stand toe to toe with Raide as he looked all the way up. Raide couldn’t do much but hold his head and somehow choose laugh at the ‘dwarf’.

Putting up his fist, he begins banging at the legs of Raide. However it does no effect as Raide kicks the midget off his foot. Getting back up, the mini-London shows no sign of stopping as his fists of furry still doesn’t put no fear into the eyes of Raide. Picking the midget up, Raide tosses him into the ring post, head-first.

The crowd surely booing Raide for that attack, as he slides out of the ring. The audience had begun to cheer loudly to the sight of London standing on the barricade, waiting for Raide to turn around to see him. Doing exactly that, London launches high off the barricade, before smashing his brass knuckles right into the jaw and face of Raide … taking him down with a hard ass thump. London rolls off and gets back to his feet before smiling bright. You could hear London yell out towards the knocked out John Raide … ::

Kindred London: Wonder That, Bitch! You Get Your Ass Owned By Not Only Your Girl ... But By Me .... Kindred London....

Lifting up both legs of John Raide, London crashes his foot right into the pelvic region of Raide’s … making sure it’d be a while before it goes back to being used.

Kindred London: This is the day that the ‘great’ John Raide couldn’t flee’ away from trouble!

After that, London walked away slowly while continuing to eye Raide as he backed up the ramp in backwards motion. The fans cheering as Raide is coming back to his senses, a red jaw from that hit, and swollen balls from the kick. As London now stands atop the entrance ramp, the ‘Mini-London’ shakes off before getting back up, noticing the downed Raide.

The Mini-London goes over and spits onto the face of Raide before stomping on his chest. Running up the ramp a little off-beat, he meets up wit London as Kindred hi-fives his miniature twin. London raises the hand of the ‘Mini-London’ as they celebrate before finally heading into the back.

Reggie Stallworth: A midget in PDW?

David Wright: Now I’ve seen it all…