The Dynasty Spectrum, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Saturday February 3rd 2007

Athena vs KibbyD

- True Blue Gansgsta -

Loc(Ryba) is shown standing in front of a camera as the cheers and laughter of the fans can be heard. He stands looking at the camera and giving off a smile.

Loc: Yo what it is? Listen tonight me and Bombay are going to run through them cats Ryba and Mercer. But before I do this, I want to go out and reach out to my fellow thugs and gangstas out there. So follow me..

Kurupt Loc(Ryba) walks around the halls and sees a whole bunch of guys standing drinking beer. Loc(Ryba) gets a look on his face as if he is at home and ready to start up a conversation. He slowly makes his way over to talk with them.

Loc: Yo what is going on? You ready to see me and Ash kick some Ryba and Mercer ass...

The men turn to look at him and squint there eyes as one guy talks.

Man: ...who the fuck are you?!

A quick faze out happens, as Kurupt Loc(Ryba) is shown squating down in what appears to be the shadows, or more like light since everything is lit. He begins to crawl up to someone, stopping, then diving down on his chest as he shimmies like someone on the front lines towards an enemy. As he lays there, he makes a Shh gesture to the camera man. He reaches his hand up and begins to yank away at it. As he gets on his knees he begins to talk.

Loc: Hand it over you shit! Come on...you gots too many of this thing right here. LET IT GO!

As the scene pans out, it shows Kurupt Loc(Ryba) struggling to take candy from a baby. The baby just looking blankly at Loc, as Loc begins to sweat profusely.

Loc: Why are you doin this? It was so easy to steal that gagillion dollars from Ryba. I *huff*...can't..*huff*...shit...*Huff, weeze, passes out as the baby just gives a 'WTF' look*

Kurupt Loc(Ryba) is shown sitting up against a wall, still wiping the sweat off of his face as he looks to the camera.

Loc: Damn...I wore myself out. I wanted to save my energy for our toughest challenge to date. But it seems I over did myself like usual. But that baby...that baby was on them roids. I could see the vein popping out of its neck. It was bigger then my arm. Well...

Loc(Ryba) stands up and looks to the camera.

Loc: Although my time on the camera is limited, because nine times out of ten I either don't know what I am talking about and waste money, or just that I can't entertain any form of human being what so ever. Well..I gotta go wax my legs now, Holla at cha boy'!

Loc(Ryba) walks away as the scene fades out.

Nightmare vs Bethany Windsor

Kirsta Lewis vs Priest

Latrisha: Those bitches will hire anyone huh?

The giggling school boy is none other than Shane Clemmens... He quickly hides the magazine behind his back.

Shane Clemmens: Uhhh... Do I know you?

Shane smirks, playing dumb.

Latrisha: DO YOU!?

Latrisha touches her temple with her left hand and shakes her head.

Latrisha: I'm not in the mood for you Clemmens.

She tries to look around him, and catch a peek at the magazine.

Latrisha: That looks kind of familiar... Did you steal it you druggie?

Shane turns sheltering the magazine from her, laughing.

Shane Clemmens: Do you have a backstage pass?

Shane jumps back a step -- He smirks at her, only egging her on.

Shane Clemmens: Groupie girls gotta have a backstage pass.

Latrisha: Excuse me? I have groupies of my own! I'm-...

Latrisha bites her lip and turns around. He was getting under her skin...and it wasn't the first time.

Latrisha: I'm not going to play into your little games tonight. I have a week off, and I've been enjoying time with my sons. Now if you'll excuse me, I still need to go spy on the women's lockerroom and take a picture of Ashleigh Collins' penis.

Shane stuffs the magazine in his back pocket. He steps up behind her and stops her, turning her around.

Shane Clemmens: If time off is so grand, why are you here?

Shane raises an eyebrow...

Shane Clemmens: You're the girl from that Beer commercial, aren't you?

Latrisha snatches herself away from him and sneers.

Latrisha: Honey, I'm the woman the girl in the beer commercial wishes she was fucking, so she didn't HAVE to do the beer commercial. Mkay?

She crosses her arms in front of her chest once more and does a small turn, in a mocking kind of way, gently licking her lips.

Latrisha: Besides, I was going to ask to be booked this week, but that bitch Amaya is really jealous of me. I swear, I should've known coming into a company owned by three women would prove to be problematic somewhere along the line. They need to realize that the show isn't about them, but the talent on their roster.

Shane Clemmens: Shit, it' s all about them -- always will be. We're a step above props -- fucking circus animals. You're just going to have to swallow that pill.

Shane steps close to her, close enough to catch her scent.

Shane Clemmens: Still... We're still left with the glory of your talent. Briming over with it. What are you gonna do with all of it?

Shane tone seems oddly serious.

Latrisha: I could ask you the same, but I'd probably get the usual run around eh? I told you last time to stay out of my business Clemmens. Catch a clue already.

She takes a step forward, and gives a small sensuous smirk before grabbing the magazine out of his pocket. Immediately, she spots a picture of herself with some bold blue text underneath it. "Wrestling's Hottest Babes - Miss Perfect".

Latrisha: Hah! What's this Clemmens?

She tilts her head back with a small laugh while trying to keep the magazine out of his grip.

Latrisha: Yes well, I do look rather fabulous in a bikini don't I?

Shane Clemmens: Yeah, I like to do research on opponents.

Shane scratches his head.

Shane Clemmens: It has nothing to do with your pefectly shaped ass. Nothing at all. Best pic is on page eighty five.

Shane take a step back noticing she's standing the same way she was in the picture... He visualizes... He laughs over shallow breath.

Latrisha: Opponent? Me? You're already looking ahead, how...interesting.

She tosses the magazine towards him, and struts towards the hallway with her stiletto's clicking on the linoleum floor.

Latrisha: Well this was fun, but ta-ta for now Clemmens. I’ve got to go feed the cubs their milk.

Her hands push up her swollen chest as she winks, and pushes the door open with her back. Shane snaps his fingers as he lets out a sinister laugh.

Shane Clemmens: I'll be seeing you again real soon.

He winks. 

Synn vs Shane Clemmens vs Justin "Raziel" Jones

Dynamic Dynamite vs Reginald Johnson

Jacob DeSanto climbs back inside of the ring amidst his own share of fangirl/boy cheers and smiles as he stands in the center of the squared circle.

Jacob DeSanto: The following one-on-one contest is scheduled for one fall!

"Riotmaker" by the Tech N9ne starts to play over the Dynasty Spectrum's sound system and the vast majority of the crowd begins to boo with venom as the entourage of Carmen Hayes, Jada Fire,Vanessa Blue, Candace Von, and Derrick Dynamite steps out from behind the curtains, smug smiles on their faces as they look out with disdain to those in attendance.

Ryde Rass: One on one. That's a unique way of introducing a match off with this guy!

Jacob DeSanto:

OG Thug then steps out onto the ramp and he holds his arms out in presentation. He is followed by "Mr. X-Rated" Dynamic Dynamite the one and only "X-Rated Icon". Wearing his fur coat and sued hat, the crowd boos as Dynamic and his entourage walk to the ring with little to no problems as they are just nonchalant about everything.

David Wright: This damn guy is so smug you just want to get sick! Why does he need to have all of these people out here anyway? It's like his opponents have to face an army!

Ryde Rass: What crawled up your ass and died Wright? It's pretty damn obvious why he has all those people out there. He's the X-Rated Icon so men want to be him and women want to have him! Notice it's mainly the wanna-be men who are booing him and the women just watch? It's a dangerous life this guy's chosen.

Entering into the ring, Dynamic brushes Jacob out of hsi way so he can stand in the center of the ring. He holds his arms out to the sides and as Carmen and Candace gently remove his fir coat and suede hat, Jada and Vanessa begin to teasingly massage baby oil over his well muscled pecs and "eight-pack" abs..

Ryde Rass: Look at that! Men have killed because of being jealous over men like this! I mean I can even see the green in your eyes!

David Wright: That's because my eyes are green.

Ryde Rass: See? Jealous!

As Dynamite stands comfortably while his ladies prep him for the match, his manager and brother, OG Thug, steps up to DeSanto and says something to him, poking him in the chest rather forcibly. Looking intimidated, and a bit annoyed, Jacob steps back up with the mic to his lips.

Jacob DeSanto: Ladies and gentlemen, Dynamic Dynamite would like me inform everyone that he also has a home in Los Angeles, California.

The crowd boos this little piece of unnecassary information.

David Wright: WHO CARES!?

The camera cuts to Reginald Johnson’s locker room where he looks to still be pissed off from earlier in the week and pacing the floor with a bottle of water in his hand. He seems to have pissed off both Maria and Jason Royal who just point at him and tell him, that from now on he is on his own before leaving the room.

Reginald: THAT’S THE DAMN WAY I WANT IT!!!!! As the song says. They want rage, well time to make damn front page

The scene witches back to ringside as Let’s Go by Trick Daddy hits in the arena. Reginald storms out from the back, tossing tan empty bottle of water into the audience and then heads for the ring taking off his t-shirt and tossing it away as he does. He walks around the ring and begins checking under the ring apron for something and then pulls out a huge pipe wrench before pointing at Dynamic Dynamite.

Ryde Rass: No thanks! Dynamite has a rather large pipe of his own.

David Wright: You can't say that on live television! *speaks into his headset* Can he?

Ryde Rass: Well it's true! I've seen his movies!

David Wright: And you were paying that close attention to his...?

Ryde Rass: Aw shut up! What...what's he doing!? Someone stop him before he hurts the Icon!

Reginald slides in the ring and the referee quickly tries to take the pipe away from him. As he does, Dynamic Dynamite charges hitting Reginald from behind, knocking the wrench from his hand as well as knocking the referee to his knees. Dynamic Dynamite rolls up Reginald from behind and the referee calls for the bell to start the match and then counts

Dynamic Dynamite quickly rolls out of the ring with his hand raised in the air.

Jacob DeSanto: The winner of the match in a record setting three seconds...The X-Rated Icon -- DYNAMIC DYYYYYNAMIIIIIIIITE!!!

David Wright: Oh my god! OH MY GOD! He...he...Dynamic Dynamite just pinned Reginald Johnson in three seconds! THREE SECONDS!!!

Ryde Rass: See? I told you about this guy! A PDW recprd! Hell, a world record! He's just that damn good!

Reginald gets up and stands behind the referee with a pissed off look on his face. He grabs the referee from behind and nails him with his Dead End finisher. Reginald looks at the downed referee and then spots his wrench. He picks up the wrench and then starts to pull the referee up. He stands the referee up in the corner and then yells at him while pointing to the wrench. The crowd erupts as someone hops the guard rail and then climbs to the top turnbuckle in the opposite corner. Reginald turns and sees him then charges, only to get taken down with some sort of flip over neckbreaker. Security rushes in but thee man quickly hops the guardrail and escapes through the crowd!

David Wright: What the hell was...who was...!? Reginald Johnson was just attacked by some rabid fan!

Ryde Rass: Rabid fan!? Don't you know anything you jackoff? That was Brandon Clayborne! I hear he's been negotiating a contract with PDW but he hasn't been signed yet!

David Wright: Which again begs the question, what the hell is he doing here and why did he just attack Reginald!?

The scene switches back toward the locker rooms. We see the name Ashleigh Collins on a lock room door but hear sounds of a struggle. We see security at the door trying to get in but something was blocking or keeping the door from opening from the inside. PDW interviewer Savon Sem arrives on the scene with a microphone in her hand.

Savon Sem: It appears ladies and gentlemen as though there is some sort of altercation going on in the locker room of Ashleigh Collins

Something hitting the wall causes Savon to jump as security continue to try and get in.

Savon Sem: That can’t be good. We need to get those doors open.

Head of security Raymond Collins arrives on the scene and prepares to kick the door open, only to have the door open from the inside and an unknown woman step out. She smiles and pats Raymond on the cheek before walking off. Security rushes in to find Ashleigh Collins laying out cold in the middle of a pile of broken chairs and tables!

Savon Sem: Oh My god. We need EMT’s in here now. Get some help and who was that woman!?

The camera follows the unknown woman as she calmly walks out of the arena and climbs into a Black Hummer being driven by the person whom attacked Reginald Johnson.

David Wright: I recignize that woman! That was Drusilla Clayborne! But, but why was she here and with Brandon when neither are signed to PDW contracts?

Ryde Rass: Hey when you're a Clayborne, you don't need a contract to do whatever the hell you want.

Elsewhere, backstage the enigmatic "Dark Priest" in Synn is watching again the taped recording of Dynamic dynamite's record setting victory over johnson on the monitor in the hallway. Taking a pyff of his cigarette, he exhales the stream of smoke and smiles as he taps his chin with a forefinger.

Synn: Interesting. He'll do nicely.

Jake Matthews vs Jazmin Starr

Jacob DeSanto: Introducing first..Weighing in on 119lbs, she is from Los Angeles California...Jazmin Starr!!!

“Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous” by Good Charlotte plays and the arena goes black as you hear The Only True Starr being said. The lights starts flashing so they look like stars as Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous starts playing. Jazmin walks out and heads for the ring . Once there she climbs a turnbuckle and does a backflip off it into the ring. Once inside she waves at the crowd joyfully while going to a corner waiting for Jake to come out.

Jacob DeSanto: And her opponent for this bout, Weighing 240 lbs, From Stillwater, Oklahoma.. He is known as "The Miracle Boy", Please welcome..Jake Matthews!!!

"Numb/Encore" - JayZ/Linkin Park starts to play on the sound system as the crowd raise to their feet looking at the entrance way, waiting for Jake Matthews to make his appearance.

Ryde Rass: Well, I can't wait for this match as is going to be a good one. Jake is my boy and Jazmin is going to be my bitch by the end of this night!

David Wright: I just hope that one of these days they hear what you say about the females here.

Ryde Rass: Shut up!

The camera pans to Jacob DeSanto in the middle of the ring now. He calls for Jake Matthews once again, but nobody comes out from the back. We go to Jazmin who's looking confused just like everyone is..Jake was no showing on the match. Then the music dies down and you can clearly see the face of Star being shown on the tron, she takes off her expensive glasses with ease and smiles at everyone in the arena.

Star: Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I hope you all are enjoying the show. I know you were looking forward to this match but unfortunately due to injury Jake Matthews will be unable to attend tonight. So Jazmin? Honey, you're probably eager about the beatdown he surely would've given you but I guess this means you won't be wrestling tonight either. Ciao folks.

The tron goes black and the fans start to Boo. Jazmin looked upset over the comments made by Star about her getting a beat down from Jake if he wasn't injured and she started ranting about it to T.C and to Jacob. Then you can hear the crowd go crazy for someone. The camera zooms in all over the crowd until they catch Jake Matthews stepping through them as he walks toward the ring. Jazmin can still be seen arguing away with T.C over what Star said about her and hasn't catch on that Jake was on his way to the ring.

Ryde Rass: I guess Jake is pulling a Miracle and actually wants to compete for this match.

David Wright: You can only wonder what Star is going to do after she said he couldn't wrestle this match.

Ryde Rass: She probably wont be happy at all that's for sure..do you think she gonna make him look like a clown too?

Jake finally gets through the crowd and gets to the outside of the ring. He looks at Jazmin who was still distracted as she was busy still ranting about what was said. He gets inside the ring and the crowd can't help but cheer him on. Jazmin starts to get confuse as to why they were so hyped up when the match wasn't going to take place. She turns around to the other side of the ring and out of nowhere she gets planted with the "No Miracles Needed" Superkick nearly taking her head out. He quickly covers her.

One..

Two..

Three...Jake wins it with just one move. He gets to his feet holding on to his abdomen as T.C raises his hand. Then all of a sudden at the top of the stage Kurupt Loc drags something out from the back, ITS A BODY BAG. Kurupt Loc throws a middle finger in the air in the direction of Jake Mathews then makes his way to the back again. Jake Matthews quickly makes his way up the ramp and opens the body back, inside is a bloody NIKKON! He holds his head calling out for help from the back. And to the surprise of someone along with the paramedics, Shara comes out looking straight at the ring where Jazmin was still laying on the floor. She has a look of determination as she walks all the way inside the ring.

Ryde Rass: Damn bitch is fine!..But what the hell is she going to do? why is she out here?

David Wright: Last week, Shara was upset with the way Jazmin treated her client Zayda that she even went to Star, although found Farah instead...maybe this is what came about that talk?

Shara is shown inside the ring as she looks at the laid out Jazmin. She circles Jazmin around like if that's her prey. Jazmin looks like she's coming out of it and looks up to find the menacing glare of Shara, she then quickly tries to crawl out of the ring, But Shara grabs on to her leg stopping her from leaving the ring. She gets on top of her and starts to ram her head down the mat floor hard. Shara looks relentless and starts nailing her with some very stiff punches to her face before picking her up roughly by her hair, she yells at her some obscenities and then knees her in the midsection. Jazmin holds her stomach in pain and then Shara nails her with a Plant DDT laying out cold Jazmin once again, Shara looks like she wasn't done though as she walks over to the outside where she takes a chair.

Ryde Rass: Oh no, don't tell me she gonna sit down now after this.

David Wright: I don't think that's why she got that chair for Ryde.

Shara gets back to the ring and looks over to the floor where Jazmin was out could, She raises the chair to the air and crashes it hard on the head of Jazmin. The crowd looks on in shock as Jazmin keeps on slamming the chair all over her body countless times before T.C as well as some security crew members separate her from Jazmin Starr.

Ryde Rass: Holy fuck!..I wont be messing with that girl..ever!

David Wright: I think we've seen the last of Jazmin Starr.

Kindred London vs Shane Meras

David Wright: And now we’ve made it to what is sure to be one of the most memorable matches of the night. The ever prophetic Shane Meras will take on member of Explicit Content, Kindred London.

Ryde Rass: Explicit Content quickly became the most hated group of people in all of Platinum Dynasty. Kindred London who is usually a fan favorite could turn around and be just as hated as his crew in a second.

David Wright: That’s true. Kindred has always been a fan favorite but I see signs of the fans turning against him already. It’ll be interesting how to see all of this turns out. Shane Meras waged war on Explicit Content since they first day he met him.

Ryde Rass: I can’t stand that bleached blonde bitch. Always talking about ghetto this and ghetto that like he knows shit about the hood. Why everything gotta be about the ghetto with him? He needs to come at them a different way. I hope Kindred fucks him up because I’m tired of hearing him speak.

David Wright: That’s funny, R2. I feel that way about you more and more every Saturday night.

Jacob DeSanto: Ladies and gentlemen, the following match is the best out of three falls. Introducing first, nor residing in Washington, D.C, at 190 pounds…SHANE MERAS!!!

"O Fortuna" begins to play, as scene of police stat footage combined with various scenes of secret societies meetings roll across the huge screen. Below, in the entrance way, Shane Muras breaks through to the outside, walking calmly. He places his hands together as to create a triangle with his thumbs and fingers and slowly brings them above his head. He looks to the left and right before breaking his gesture, bringing his hands out to each side and bowing his head. He then walks with no rush down to the ring, doing his best to ignore their boos of the fans. He climbs the stairs and ducks between the second and third rope, to enter the ring, with no salute, no poses, he simply goes to his corner and waits for the bell.

David Wright: Shane Meras looks to mean business tonight.

Ryde Rass: Yeah, whatever. But I’ve been thinking about something. How the hell is he gonna dislike all things ghetto and his ass lives in D.C.? Whether the white house is there or not that place is the definition of ghetto.

David Wright: You know that’s actually a good question, R2. I’m proud of you.

Ryde Rass: Thanks man. Wait a minute…the fuck you try’na say?!

The lights flicker wildly, as the fans yell out of their seats at what is the appearance of PDW's own, Kindred London. The fans go wild as they see the arena lights go out, leaving the pyros to make up for the light, as it blazes up in blue and white colors.

London comes up on the entrance ramp as he tosses his fist with the crowd cheering on. Being he is the fan's favorite. He loves the attention. He grabs it, as he runs with it into the ring, with a sprint, as the fireworks sprout.

Jacob DeSanto: And his opponent, from Brooklyn, New York and weighing in at 228 pounds, KINDRED LONDON!!!

London jumps on the second turnbuckle as he smiles and laugh at the scene. Camera's flash thousands of times, as London adheres all of it. He steps down from the ropes, as he slides off his sneakers, preparing for the battle against Shane Meras.

David Wright: This will definitely be a good battle. These two men clearly don’t like one another and will do whatever they can to win.

Ryde Rass: And that’s how it should be, man. I wanna see this shit too.

The bell rings and T.C. steps out of the way for the two men to do their thing. For the first few seconds Kindred Shane size one another up before Kidnred finally runs in and locks up with Meras. In a matter of time he arm drags Meras to the mat and Meras quickly hops up. London takes him down with another arm drag that Meras recovers from in no time. London at last drop kicks him and backs him up into the ropes. Kindred gets Meras with yet another arm drag and flips it into a reverse arm lock. He keeps the hold in place, applying more and more pressure with each passing second. T.C. keeps nearby with a close eye on the action before Meras flips out of the hold. He then smashes his elbow into Kindred’s head and follows up with a spinning back elbow. The crowd comes to life with a mixed reaction and Meras Muay Thai kicks London into the ropes. He then grabs Kindred’s arm and launches him into the corner. Meras goes for a spinning wheel kick that connects perfectly and monkeyflips Kindred back to the center of the ring. He hits him with a standing moosnault and then goes for the pin.

One…

Two…

Kindred kicks out before T.C. can make the three count. Meras keeps up the quick pace of the match and lifts Kindred to his feet. He throws him into the ropes and delivers his signature “Meras Mandate” spear, driving Kindred into the mat with as much force as possible. He then jumps to his feet, pulling Kindred with him and throws him into a Dragon sleeperhold. Now T.C. comes back in close again, looking in on Kindred as Meras tightens his grip. Kidnred elbows him in the ribcage and snapemares him down to the mat. Kindred stands to his feet and kicks Meras in the midsection. Suddenly, London hits Meras with the “Pimp Foot”, delivering simultaneous kicking shots to the face and skull of Meras, using his strength and agility. London then quickly goes for the “Hammlock”. He ties Meras legs as he hooks his arm around his ankles, as he takes his over hand, and hooks it around his neck, bending Meras back like a rubber band. London forces pressure every ten seconds, to try and make Meras tap. This is done while Meras lays on his stomach. Meras screams in pain and raises his arm in the air. He looks to be ready to drop it and tap. Suddenly, he does and T.C. calls for the bell.

David Wright: Looks like London got the first fall there but he hasn’t won just yet.

Ryde Rass: I hope we ain’t here all night. I got bitches to see after this show is over.

David Wright: Whatever, Ryde. We all know you could never get any “bitches”.

Ryde Rass: Naw, man. Don’t get me mixed up with you.

Kindred gets up and circles the ring for a moment. As Meras starts to climb to his feet Kindred kicks him in the face. He then goes for it again and Meras catches his foot only to flip him backwards. Kindred leaps up and Meras hits him with a diving forearm smash. The crowd is totally into the action as Meras lifts Kindred up. However. London springboards himself onto the top rope, as Meras tries to body slam him. As he does, London reverses the call, grabbing Meras arm, and twisting it all in the process of being tossed to the mat. London grabs the arm, as he locks on a Fujiwara Armbar, putting pressure and pressure on it. He keeps applying pressure into Meras reverses the move into an armbar of his own. London takes in a bit of damage from the move. London lays on the mat, awaiting the moment. As he does, he rolls off his back as he gets onto his feet. Still locked in Mera's armbar lock, while standing up. London moves a little bit, as London has Meras on his head. London finds the inner strength to powerbomb Meras, trying to break the lock. He does it again, as Meras is still holding on. London picks him up again, this time swirling him around a bit, slamming him forcefully into the mat, as Meras finally breaks the almost game-winning armbar.

Ryde Rass: Damn, London is really coming with those holds. He’s trying to break Meras down every way he can.

David Wright: Well he’s doing a great job so far. He’s already won the first fall and if he keeps this up the match will be over in no time.

Ryde Rass: Good! Bitches…at home…I got some! Let’s move on with this damn thing!

Kindred gets to his feet and so does a staggering Shane Meras. London keeps right on dominating with a hard uppercut to the jaw of Meras. He then goes for Ghetto Hospitality, calling the move out by now before applying it just to piss Meras off. London puts Meras into a reverse Sharpshooter, only to stomp repeatedly on Mera's head at the same time while trying to break his spine. The fans are loving the vicious move and erupt with appreciate for the good show these guys are putting on. Kindred then applies a Queen Angelito stretch, damaging Shane Meras even further. The look on Kindred’s face is showing just how much power he is throwing behind the move but Meras doesn’t falter. He continues to hold out no matter how much hard Kindred stretches him until T.C. finally forces Kindred to break the hold. Both men are breathing heavily as Kindred stumbles away for a second. He then goes for Meras again but, unknown to the ref, Meras delivers a desperate kick to London’s groin. He then leaps up and mule kicks Kindred, following up with a Muay Thai Knee Strike. Knowing that he’s down a fall, Meras continues his assault on Kindred with a Sambo Suplex. He then drags Kindred to his feet and throws him into the ropes. Meras downs Kindred with a jumping roundhouse and goes on with his sudden adrenaline rush by picking up Kindred again. He delivers several Capoeira Kicks and then ends it with a Crescent kick. Meras picks Kindred up and then smashes him right into the mat with “The Meras Effect” Impaler DDT. Meras immediately rolls Kindred up, holding is tights to aid in the pin.

One…

Two…

Three!

David Wright: Meras got the second pin fall and saved the match. Even though he cheated its now one to one. This is anybody’s match.

Ryde Rass: Fuck Meras! He still won’t win!

David Wright: You don’t know that, Ryde. Meras still has a chance.

Ryde Rass: I know every damn thing there is to know and Shane Meras is going home with a big ass L on his forehead.

Kindred breaks free of Meras as soon as possible but realizes that it is too late. He goes after Meras with a judo arm throw and four Simultaneous leg strikes to the chest. Meras falls back into the ropes and bounces back where London plants him in the center of the ring with a delayed butterfly suplex. Kindred quickly picks up Meras and goes for an Argentine backbreaker but Meras puts a stop to it and goes for “The Meras Consipracy” rude awakening. He then throws Kindred into a strong Triangle Hold in an attempt to slow him down and drain him of as much energy as he can, giving Kindred a taste of his own medicine. The fight continues as Meras suddenly chops Kindred across the throat and lets him drop to the mat. He stomps him a few times for good measure before hauling London to his feet and sending him sailing into the ropes. Kindred returns and Meras delivers a spinning wheel kick to him. Shane Meras gets up and hits legdrop on Kindred, remaining on top of him for the cover and the count.

One…

Two…

Thre…Kindred gets the shoulder up. Meras rolls his eyes and rolls off of him. He picks up Kindred again and blasts him with several forearms to the face. MEras smashes his elbow into Kindred’s head and throws him into the corner. He runs at Kindred full speed who in turn jumps out of the way. Meras leaps over the top rope to keep from slamming into the turnbuckle and grabs Kindred’s head. He spins him around and drops his neck over the top rope, causing Kindred to bounce backwards. Meras launches himself over the top rope into a leg drop on Kindred. Everyone in the arena is at the edge of their seats. Meras decides to pull out the bog guns and puts in his finisher the G.O.T.H.I.C.A Lock, crossface chicken wing. Kindred howls in pain as he struggles to stay strong against the vicious hold. He nearly manages to break out of it but Meras hems him up even harder and applies endless pressure. Kindred’s hand suddenly shoots up in the air!

David Wright: What the hell? Do you see what I’m seeing, Ryde?

Ryde Rass: Hell yeah I see it. EXPLICIT CONTENT IS IN THE HOUSE!!!

David Wright: Holy shit!

They immediately run towards the ring but is too late when Kindred London finally taps out! It’s over! Shane Meras got the final fall!

Jacob DeSanto: Here is your winner, SHANE MERAS!!!

Shane doesn’t even get a chance to celebrate before all three members of Explicit content are in the ring stomping away at him mercilessly. Shane stays on the ground, completely helpless and tries to shield himself from the attack with his arms. As Kindred London, Ash Bombay and Kurupt Loc continue to stomp away on Shane Meras, the crowd pops. All 3 men turn around just in time to see Jake Matthews running down the entrance ramp followed close behind by a bloody Nikkon, who has a crimson stained bandage around his head. Both men are carrying baseball bats. As they slide into the ring, Explicit Content makes their leave from it, barely missing the swinging bats. The crowd continues to cheer as Jake and Nikkon dare any of them to step up. Explicit Content starts backing up the rampway, yelling at them. Kurupt Loc starts heading back towards the ring, but is grabbed by Bombay and London. Jake checks on Meras, but never takes his eyes off the 3 men. Finally, Jake and Nikkon pull Meras to his feet. He's been beaten pretty badly, but not enough to hospitalize him. The crowd cheers as Jake grabs a mic, and once again focuses his attention on Explicit Content, who are now all up on the stage.

Jake Matthews: What's the matter Bombay... when the bats in the other hand, you don't wanna play? Ya'll like jumpin' guys 3 on 1 huh? Like you did me and Meras here?

Bombay starts screaming something at Jake, but it isn't picked up on audio.

Jake Matthews: And your boy Loc there likes to use other various objects to get the job done, like tonight with Nikkon... and if I remember right... didn't he beat your ass on his own? I mean yeah, he had those cuffs... but after the cuffs were on, he didn't touch ya...

Bombay, Loc, and London all start walking back down the ramp towards the ring.

Jake Matthews: You talk about thug life this, gangsta gangsta that. You say you want me inside this ring, but when it comes down to it, you're a fuckin pussy!

The crowd pops again as London and Loc hold Bombay back. Meras is now holding on a small lead pipe. They both stand shoulder to shoulder with Jake.

Jake Matthews: Come on guys, let'em go.

Jake sits on the middle rope, holding it open for Bombay.

Jake Matthews: Yeah, thought so. Talk a big talk Bombay, but sooner or later... you're not gonna be able to run anymore. When the time comes... and trust me, it'll be sooner than later.. but when that time comes you're not going to be able to hide behind Loc or London...

Jake stands up from the middle rope and pulls something out of his back pocket. It's some folded up papers.

Jake Matthews: You wanna do shit proper? Here you go bitch. It's an open contract for a one on one match. Any time. Any place. Any match....

Jake nods in Bombay's direction.

Jake Matthews: ..that's right Bombay. I'll even let your punk ass pick how you wanna be beaten. Ladder match? I'll climb faster. Submission match? I'll make you tap then break your ankle. Street Fight? Cage match? Hell, we can tie a midget to the top of a pole if you want. It doesn't fuckin' matter.

Jake looks back at Meras and Nikkon, before placing his attention back on Bombay.

Jake Matthews: But there's one clause here... somethin I took from the book of Meras... this is a one on one match.. meaning that if anyone interferes...

Jake, Nikkon, and Meras all wave "goodbye"

Jake Matthews: Well, I'm pretty sure you know what'll happen.

Jake flips open a few pages of the contract and shows it to the camera.

Jake Matthews: I've even taken the liberty of signing the sumbitch. The balls in your court Bombay...

Jake tosses the contract out of the ring in their direction.

Jake Matthews: ...You have 1 week.

"Numb/Encore" begins to blare through the PA system as Nikkon and Meras walk over to the turnbuckles closest to the stage. They climb to the top, taunting Explicit Content to come on. Jake sits on the middle rope, holding it open. Bombay, Loc, and London start yelling at them. Jake just smirks, still taunting them. The camera fades to commercial.

- Explicit Condoms? -

The scene opens up to show Savon Sem standing in back with a microphone in hand as she looks at the camera.

Savon:Tonight there will be a tag match that has turned from a simple match, to one appears to be a brewing hatred between the men. And standing next to me is a man who was robbed two weeks ago by Kurupt Loc, and one half of the Merciless Enforcers. Mike Ryba..

Ryba stands there with his arms crossed and a smirk across his face as the fans in the arena cheer enough for it to be heard. He looks to Savon and smiles.

Ryba: So whats going on gorgeous, what do you need to ask?

Savon: Well tonight you and your longtime friend Michael Mercer, fight Explicit Content. It seems that it has gone to a personal level ever since Kurupt broke into your locker room and stole your money.

Ryba sort of shrugs as he looks back to Savon.

Ryba: Personal? Nah, I am going to go and take Kurupt for some beers afterwards since homeboy is broke and lost his second job pushing carts at Target. You see, it wasn't that whole robbery that has me looking at them like they are complete retards. It is the fact that they sit there with their little promo's, and they talk in these long winded parts of it about shit that is irrelevant a basically doesn't make sense.

Savon: Like what?

Ryba: Like what!? Alright..

Ryba reaches in his back pocket and pulls out a folded up piece of paper and looks at it.

Ryba: Well for starters lets go take a look at Bombay and what that waste of semen managed to mumble out. He made mention of Kristin and how she is in Japan getting broken off by who or whatever. And that she was my dream girl and left my ass. Hmm, you got half of that last statement right there home-skillet. But if you would go back to when I first got here and paid attention like a good boy should have, you would have noticed that she isn't really a problem on my mind now is she? I wallow in my own self pity because I lost a girlfriend? Why don't you go back and watch the latest video you ignorant piece of shit and maybe...just maybe I won't treat you like the uneducated simpleton that you made yourself to be in your four-hour ramble session that we all had to endure.

Ryba looks to Savon who seems as if the feelings behind the words are too real, and just stands looking down. Ryba looks back to the camera and gives off a fake smile.

Ryba: But I guess for the slow folks I have to lay off more hints. Now listen closely Bombay and this may in fact brighten your eyes and make you feel more of someone who manage to accomplish a task. Get ready...here it goes. Now, if I was referring to Kristin who is in Japan and well alive, and she was the one I was feeling down about, then why would my cousin Seraphis go to say "It wasn't your fault she di-" that last word being, uh oh, DIED!. Hmmm? AW SHNAP, ITS TIME TO PIMP ZE AUTA! Fuckin' idiot...

Ryba looks to Savon and smiles.

Ryba:Cheer up girl, I only have to talk about the other dumbass and I can go off and do better things like watch Jenna Jameson do her thing.

Ryba looks back to the camera and does another smile.

Ryba: Next up is Kurupt Loc who just like his friend there took up way too much time to prove any point. But he proved that Mercer and I are boring. Yeah...the old "You put people to sleep with your promo's" lines. Yeah, brilliant Loc. But the one that just makes me feel that some part of my life is blackened and I can't remember, is when he mentioned that I tried to make it seem that he stole ones, WHEN IN FACT! Yes, he has proof ladies and gentlemen...he even said it, he was on camera stealing twenties. Good show Mattlock...but tell me this. Where on camera do you hear me saying that all you took were ones?

Ryba gets a retarded "dur dur dur" look on his face.

Ryba:I mean I can't recall. Who knows, maybe one of my fans was in the PDW Chat room and said it, and you just so happened to be in there seeing it. I mean because it never escaped my lips. So it had to be a Chat Room, or a Forum..nah it had to be a Chat Room with a Ryba fan who got my back. I am assuming that because I can't recall it. But by all means if you can then make me feel stupid. Because I have been known to forget stuff, so maybe next week you can dig into my past videos and see if I said you stole singles. But I am pretty sure I never did. Yeah, had to be a "PDW Chat Room".

Ryba gives a "Are you serious" look on his face, shaking his head and rubbing his eyes. He looks back up and to the camera.

Ryba:So I am going to leave you two with this. Do us all in PDW a favor, and do your god damned research. All because I have to put up with your shit because we are opponents at this event, doesn't mean that I have to put up with you two frolicking flamingoes and your stupidity for as long as I am here in PDW. So Ash...Kurupt. You know what, forget that. I have a request. Loc...Ash. Please...go kill yourselves!

Ryba walks off screen as the scene fades back out.

Ash Bombay & Kurupt Loc vs Michael Mercer & Mike Ryba