The Dynasty Spectrum
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
February 12, 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)

On the Platinum Tron now shows the crowning of brand new Platinum Champion John Raide at the end of last week's Reckless Endangerment!

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.

David Wright: Ladies adn gentlemen, welcome to yet ANOTHER Disclosure!

Reggie Stallworth: The aftermatch of Reckless Endangerment!

David Wright: And what a helluva show THAT turned out to be I must say. I've never seen anything like it!

Reggie Stallworth: Who you telling?! I can't name one person who isn'tt alking about that show! People didn't even want to miss the damn commercials!

David Wright: Hell, I can believe that. I wonder what's in store for us tonight after that epic event. Stay tuned, everybody!

 

Standard Match

Hannah St. John vs Lucas Saint

 

Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Bother competitors make their PDW Debut tonight. Introducing first…HANNAH ST. JOHN!

Ain’t No Sunshine by DMX starts to play as the lights dim and turn a dark purple. The video screen lights up showing Various clips of Hannah. We see her first in the ring with a chair in her hand and a few drops of blood coming from the top of her head. The next clip is Hannah jumping in Joseph’s arm as he walks thru a door. Next we see Hannah low blowing someone before nailing her Shinedown Shooting Star Press. The next shot is Hannah and Joseph dancing in a club. We then switch to Hannah holding a world title over her head as she looks exhausted and is covered in sweat and blood. Finally the video starts to replay as we see Hannah emerge first as she looks over the crowd with a emotionless gaze. We then see the 6’11, 305pound frame of Hannah’s husband and manager Joseph St. John emerge. He walks up behind Hannah and leans down putting his arms around her waist and whispering something to her which causing her to smirk almost sadistically. We see them start to walk slowly down the ramp as Hannah smirks at the crowd. Joseph and Hannah stop just short of the ring. Joseph grabs Hannah by her waist and lifts her up on the ring apron and allowing her to climb in the ring before stepping up on the ring apron and then stepping over the top rope. Hannah leans over the ropes and seductively lick her lips as she looks at the crowd. Hannah then turns walking to Joseph who is standing in the middle of the ring. Joseph grabs Hannah and lifts her up pressing his chest against her so she is looking down at him. She places her hands on his cheeks and gives him a kiss before he slowly sets her down not breaking eye contact with her. Joseph slowly climbs out of the ring as Hannah leans back against a turnbuckle waiting for the match to start.

Sammantha Jinx: And her opponent…LUCAS SAINT!!!

The lights in the arena flicker white then smoke rises from the entranceway as the song Bones & Joints by Finger Eleven plays. Lucas Saint walks out from the back gentley tapping his cane on the ramp as he walks. he makes it to the ring and rolls under the ring ropes into the ring. he then falls to his knees with his head down then he raises his head up toward the rafters and white flames shoot from the ring posts. Then he gets up, and gives his coat and cane to the ref then it all dies down.

The bell rings and Hannah right off the back tackles Lucas down to the floor, she gets on the offense nailing some punches to the skull before raising him to his feet. Hannah next knowing that Lucas was not able to see her coming jumped on the top rope coming down to the back of his head with a missile drop kick. Lucas takes to his head and crawls to the corner using the ropes to get to his feet, Hannah goes off to the chase and nails him with some quick blows to the chest area before sending him toward the ropes, he comes in and Hannah flips him over with a fisherman carry special and then once again gets him to his feet. She slaps him across the face and gets in a monkey flips sending him across the room, she runs to the ropes and brings down her knees to his face. Lucas quickly attends to himself while Hannah gloats with a smile on her face. She follows by placing herself toward the ropes and then leaps in with an overdrive...she goes for the cover.

Reggie Stallworth: Hannah here wasting no time in getting the pin.

David Wright: I wouldn't take Lucas out of the game just yet, the man might be blind but there is a reason why he's in there right now.

Reggie Stallworth: Yeah…to trip and fall!

ONE…

TWO…

NO...Lucas gets his hands up. Getting the two count, Hannah gets herself off the floor bringing Lucas Saint with her. She punches him in the square face and then does a signal to her knees like telling the crowd that she was going to use them for her next move. Hannah rushes to the ropes next raising her knees before connecting with Lucas, but just in the nick of time Lucas manages to move out of the way making Hannah collide with the ropes which sends her back towards Lucas, Lucas feeling her coming to him grabs hold of Hannah by the waist and flips her over with a release back belly slam sending her cross the room hard. Lucas paying close attention where the thud from the floor came down walks carefully toward the downed Hannah, he manages to get to her and takes hold of her hair raising her up to her feet, Lucas then flips her over his shoulders and plants her with a Death Valley Driver. Hannah's body collides with the floor with force and Lucas does not waste time with his attack, he first starts to wrap his legs over her waist and then his shoulders on her head going in with a painful looking submission.

David Wright: That's a smart move by Lucas. He needs to keep her down, so he knows where to strike.

Reggie Stallworth: If Hannah doesn't get out of this one she's going witness her first loss by submission in PDW.

Lucas apply more pressure to the hold now and Hannah just look like she was about to pass out cold from the move. Her eyes were turning white and her face was losing color, Lucas looked relentless not letting go off the move while T.C Payne kept yelling at Hannah if she wanted to give up. Outside the ring you could see the worried face of Joseph, Hannah's husband, having seen enough he gets in closer to toward his wife, looking inside to make sure that the ref wasn't paying too much attention over to him he manages to pull the free leg of Hannah taking over the ropes. T.C who was distracted with Hannah doesn't see this happen, but she does see the leg on the ropes and quickly tells Lucas to break the hold. Doing so Hannah starts to take in some breaths into her body, Lucas himself gets to his feet and kicks her down to the back not wanting to lose his momentum.

David Wright: Lucas staying on top of this thing here.

Reggie Stallworth: He better dealing with that big bitch. She's taller than he is!

He gets her to her feet and tries to go for a DDT, but Hannah grabs his pants stopping him, he goes for it again Lucas, but Hannah still had his tights grabbed on, she then uses her strength to rush with him toward the rope making him hit the corner post. She kicks him in the midsection and then gets in a knee smash following with a suplex. Knowing that she really can’t afford to waste time Hannah continues her assault with a few stomps for good measure before she pulls Lucas to his feet once again. Throwing him back into the corner, Hannah runs after him and begins nailing him with boots to the midsection. The tall woman then fires left and rights at him trying to wear her opponent down to the best of her abilities. Hannah dominates Lucas with her vicious strikes, but as she looks to be going for the “Last Rights”, Lucas suddenly wrenches her arm. He then hooks his leg around her neck and sweeps her legs with his other leg, spinning and landing with his leg and most of his body weight on her head and neck area. Hannah’s hits the mat face first then flips the rest of the way and lands on her back.

David Wright: Wow! Lucas out of nowhere with the “Pitch Black”!!!

Lucas doesn’t hesistate to cover Hannah as T.C. makes the three count!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

Sammantha Jinx: And the winner is…LUCAS SAINT!!!

Reggie Stallworth: What a match!

David Wright: Certainly an impressive display by both competitors. Hannah may not have been victorious tonight but I see big things in this young lady’s future.

 

 

The scene opens up backstage to where Miss Angelique Deveraux, the younger sister of Star, strolls along alone. The few employees that are standing around greet young, kind woman warmly as she nods in response, continuing her brisk pace. Soon walks upon a slightly ajar door with a big gold star on the front. She knocks lightly and pauses a moment before walking inside. There behind the desk sits to owner of PDW, deeply engaged in a heated conversation on the phone.

Star: Yes, yes. I know. Reckless Endangerment was an amazing show. I know. You should see some of the reviews. I plan to keep that momentum going, you know? PDW’s in a great spot right now and I’d like to see that continue.

As she sees her sister Star holds up her hand for her to wait a moment.

Star: I’m working on big things for the future. Very big things. Trust me when I say things will be even better than last time. I gotta go though so I’ll catch ya later. Big things, I’m telling you!

With a chuckle, Star hangs up the phone and immediately goes to pushing around papers on her desk, somewhat ignoring her sister’s presence.

Angel: Star?

Star: You see Seraphis anywhere around? I wanna talk to him about something. Might be time to crown our first Prodigy Champion soon. Seems odd that there’s one title without a holder don’t you think?

Angel: Uhhh…a little. But listen. I wanted to talk to you about…

Star: And what about that damn show? “The Naked Truth”? The hell is up with that whore Dayshia and her girlfriend? Or is that even her girlfriend? I can’t keep up.

Angel: Star, I just want…

Star: Gotta get some columns rolling too. Need to generate more interest if we’re gonna…

Angel: STAR!!!

Finally, Star pauses in the middle of picking up a file. In silence, she lifts her head and stares into Angel’s blue eyes. The young woman stares back at her with a serious, unblinking gaze before she at last speaks.

Angel: I just wanted to say that you can breathe easy for the moment…because he’s not here. So I guess that means you are getting your wish after the…events that occurred at Reckless Endangerment. And it could quite possibly be for good. You should be proud of yourself.

And with that, Angel steps out of the room just as casually as she entered, leaving Star with a somewhat lost and stunned expression on her face.

 

Debut Match

Jem Williams vs Shabazz

 

Out of no where the lights completely shut down in the arena. A few seconds pass before various quick graphics come across the screen and suddenly from the speakers begins to play...

"Sometimes I feel as though I'm frozen in heaven..."

Everything dies down again to darkness and silence before the arena is lit up with a video on the tron and "Invisible Wounds" by Fear Factory playing heavily on the speakers. Dark blue lights flash vividly as a white spot light focuses on the ramp, Jem Williams coming down with a serious walk and look on his face, the light following him to the ring. Once inside, Jem Williams climbs a turnbuckle, raising a single arm in the air, looking out across the crowd with the same set determination in his eyes.

Samantha Jinx : Introducing first, standing 6’1” and weighing in at 245 pounds… JEM WILIAMS!

Already in the ring is Shabazz, who is waiting patiently as he is introduced.

Samantha Jinx : Already in the ring, standing 6’2’ and weighing in at 195 pounds, SHABAZZ!

Shabazz raises his arms in the air, not exactly getting a reaction from the crowd. Samantha Jinx gets out of the way as T.C. Payne takes her place and calls for the bell… Ding ding ding!

Reggie Stallworth : And it’s on!

The two circle each other for a moment before locking up in the center of the ring. Jem goes for a headlock, which is quickly reversed by Shabazz. Shabazz starts hitting rights onto Jem, which don’t seem to be having much effect. Shabazz goes off the ropes and is able to take Jem down with a clothesline. Jem gets back up but is met with several stiff forearms to the chest. Shabazz tries to Irish whip Jem, but Jem pulls Shabazz back and hits a quick arm breaker! Shabazz rolls on the mat holding his arm as Jem lifts him up. Jem tries to end this early by going for an Angled Armbar, but Shabazz gets free and hits a standing dropkick!

David Wright : Wow, the match is pretty intense right from the get go.

Reggie Stallworth : This is one of the worst matches I’ve ever witnessed in my life!

Jem gets back up and locks up with a strong grapple, however Shabazz quickly moves out of it by ducking down and going behind Jem for a reverse grapple! Shabazz lifts Jem, trying to take him off his feet; however, Jem Williams sends an elbow at the last second to Shabazz's temple, stunning him and of course causing the hold to be lost. Jem uses that momentum to move behind Shabazz and grapples a reverse lock, lifting Shabazz up... German Suplex! As Shabazz's head bounces off the mat, Jem rolls through and lifts the stunned Shabazz up, throwing him again up over Jem's head... another German Suplex! Jem keeps the hold locked on and rolls through again, his muscles on his arms bulging as he picks Shabazz up, lifting him for a third time, nailing another German Suplex! Jem releases finally and rolls to a knee, catching his breath, and admires the destruction he just did to Shabazz!

David Wright : Man, I felt that!

Reggie Stallworth : I didn’t feel a damn thing…

Shabazz rolls onto his stomach and lays motionless on the mat. Jem decides to take advantage and hits a leg drop to the back of Shabazz’s neck, instantly getting a reaction from his fallen opponent. Jem Rolls Shabazz over and goes for a pin attempt as Payne begins the count.

ONE…

TWO…

KICKOUT! Shabazz just gets his shoulder up!

David Wright : What a close call for Shabazz!

Reggie Stallworth : Huh? This match is still going on?!

Jem sits Shabazz up and tries to go for a Dragon Sleeper, but Shabazz is able to get out of it before it happens. Shabazz stands back up and goes for a lock up with Jem, moving behind to lock in a very typical, normal hammer lock. Holding it in for a few seconds, Shabazz has to release and duck as Jem sends his free arm back to try to elbow his face! Jem turns around just in time, however, to receive a hard shot to the jaw, which Jem instantly sends back to Shabazz! Shabazz stands his ground and counters with another punch, rocking Jem back against the ropes. Back stepping for a second, Shabazz knocks Jem over the top rope and to the ground with a clothesline, Jem stumbling on his feet and landing with his ribs hard into the side barricade! Seeing Jem is stunned, Shabazz measures just right, gets a running start and jumps on the top rope, projecting himself off like a missile, right at Jem! Jem at the last second moves under the flying Shabazz and throws him even further! Shabazz lands ribs first on the barricade before slinging off and landing hard on his back, completely in pain. Seeing he has a moment, Jem rests for a few seconds, nursing the damage he took to the ribs a second prior.

David Wright : A high risk maneuver by Shabazz, however it didn’t work out as planned. Reggie Stallworth : He is most definitely going to be feeling that tomorrow.

Jem gets back up and drags the already injured Shabazz back to his feel and rolls him back into the ring. Shabazz lies nearly motionless as Jem climbs back into the ring. Jem lifts Shabazz back up and whips him against the ropes. As Shabazz comes off the ropes, Jem lifts him up, delivering a vicious spinebuster to the back of Shabazz. Jem stands back up, giving a signal that the end is near. Jem lifts Shabazz back up and sets him up. With one swift violent movement Jem hit The Realization on Shabazz, nearly smashing his face in!

Reggie Stallworth : Damn! That boy is definitely going to be hurting for the rest of the week!

Jem rolls Shabazz over and goes for a lax pin as Payne slides into position.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

David Wright : It over!, Jem wins his first match here in PDW!

Samantha Jinx : He is your winner, JEM WILLIAMS!

We go backstage to see Kibby D walking towards her locker room. She rounds a corner and comes face to face with Hannah St. John. Both women stumble back a bit as Kibby D looks at Hannah with a snotty look. Hannah only smirks as she looks down at Kibby.

Kibby: Why don’t you watch where your going!

Hannah smirks as she looks down once again at the smaller woman.

Hannah: Awwww what did you escape from the north pole.

Hannah smirks as Kibby rolls her eyes at Hannah’s obvious comment about her size.

Kibby: Why don’t you just move your gigantic ass out of my way ok?

Hannah smirks as she moves aside. Kibby D gives Hannah a cold stare before storming off. We see Hannah look towards Kibby one last time as she whispers.

Hannah: Your times coming….

Hannah smirks before walking off as we fade out.

Triple Threat Debut Match

Heather Phoenix vs Jay James vs Hayden Brooks

 

Samantha Jinx: This next match is for one fall ….Triple Threat Match. First, from

Heather's music begins to play, a pyro curtain of silver sparks begins as Heather steps through (with either Drake or Darkside), moving to the ring with a steady step, her eyes on her opponent (or the ring) as she climbs up, her partner holding the ropes open as she enters. She jumps up onto the turnbucle, sitting and waiting for her opponents.

Samantha Jinx: Next, from

"Swamped" by Lacuna Coil begins to play. Jay James walks out with a grin on her face, and jogs down the ramp. She slides underneath the bottom rope, and proceeds to her respective corner.

Samantha Jinx: And from

The arena goes black as Won’t Back Down by Furl begins to blast through the air, the tron dances to life with a variety of pictures of Hayden throughout her training and photo shoots along with situations from PDW. Hayden steps out from beneath the tron arm raised in the air. She stops at the stage edge and looks out into the crowded arena before stepping down the ramp way and making their way to the ring.

David Wright: This looks like it's going to be a hell of a match!

Reggie Stallworth: Of course, DW … How can you not like seeing three sexy ass divas battling out in a threesome? Wait … that's right, I forgot about you …

The match starts off as Heather Phoenix runs over and attacks Jay James with a Lou Thesz press before bouncing the cranium of Jay's a few times on and off the mat. Hayden Brooks interferes on the action by snatching Heather Phoenix by her hair and throwing her onto the mat, forcefully. Jay James, who shakes off the attack, gets back to her feet, quickly stomping away at Heather. Hayden Brooks suddenly wipes out James with a kick to the gut followed by a swinging neckbreaker.

David Wright: Swinging neckbreaker by Hayden Brooks. A nice start to this match.

Reggie Stallworth: Did you see Hayden almost pull that weave out of Heather Phoenix's hair? Damn!

Getting back up on steady pace, Hayden helps Heather back to her feet the rest of the way before swinging her into the ropes. Heather Phoenix ducks the oncoming attack before kicking Hayden in the gut and suplexing her. Heather followed up with slaps to the face of Hayden. James back to her feet after that neckbreaker, comes over and kicks Heather in the head, then grabbing Hayden before hitting a leg drop across her chest.

Reggie Stallworth: Heather is receiving hell of a lot of head and brain damage. I mean from getting your weave almost snatched out to getting kicked in the head.

David Wright: This is their debut night here in PDW, … they have to make the best of it!

Jay James on a sudden roll goes and picks up Heather Phoenix, sending several elbows to the face of Heather before kicking her in the gut, and hitting a cradle roll-up pin, as the ref counts …

ONE…
TWO--

Hayden Brooks, who's to her feet, broke up the pin attempt by James. Picking James up, Hayden whips her into the corner. Running at her, she goes to attempt a Yakuza-like kick gets blocked, as Jay catches her leg. Jay forces Hayden back onto the mat, shoving her back. Jay climbs onto the second turnbuckle before launching off with a double foot stomp to the chest/stomach of Hayden.

Reggie Stallworth: I believe Jay just caused a soon-to-be leakage … That was a devastating stomp to the 'breastesses' …

David Wright: Jay James has been on a roll …

Reggie Stallworth: Damn right! She's punishing them hoes …

David Wright: Derogatory language coming from you … Whoa … look at Phoenix trying to steal the victory …

ONE …
TWO…

Jay James quickly breaking that pin up, picks up Phoenix who was waiting for that opportunity to get the sneaky pinfall. However Jay put a stop to it as she hits a feint kick onto Heather, causing Heather to buckle her knees. Jay followed up with a reverse DDT, before going for the cover …

ONE…
TW--

Kicking out quickly, Heather rolls over onto her knees before getting back to her feet. Catching Jay, who attempts to hit a clothesline, Heather slams her into the mat with a thunderous sideslam, as the fans react to the impact on the slam. Hayden Brooks who is now up, chooses to pick up the pieces of Jay. Calling for Phoenix, they double-team to toss James almost to the other side a double hip toss.

David Wright: A surprising double-team with Phoenix and Brooks as they just tossed Jay James almost across the ring … No one seen that coming!

Reggie Stallworth: Jay James was treated to one hell of a trip there!

Heather smiling at the downed Jay James goes over to, picking her up yet again. Heather and Hayden … again choose to double team Jay James, serving a kick to the gut before hitting a wicked Double DDT.

David Wright: You know … you got to think … With these two all of a sudden hammering down on Jay James. How are they going to pin her. Heather's not going to let Hayden get it, and vice-versa.

Reggie Stallworth: I don't know either … but all I can say is the lovely Jay James started on a roll, but surely ended up flat on her ass … I just hope the camera man got some nice, nice shots of these ladies.

David Wright: Reg, … sometimes I wonder about you …

Reggie Stallworth: Same here … with you!

Hayden shoves Heather as Heather does the same. Hayden goes to lunge forward but wound up getting caught in a reverse neckbreaker. Heather went to pick Hayden back up before whipping her into the corner, with a hard-hitting backlash effect. Heather runs full force at Hayden connecting with a clothesline. Dragging Hayden outwards, Heather keeps it going with a running bulldog into the center of the ring.

David Wright: Heather is taking care of business ….

Reggie Stallworth: For sure … She’s making sure she doesn’t screw up … which is always good if you want to win!

ONE…
TWO…

David Wright: Kickout by Brooks …

Hayden kicks out after two, as she is lifted back up onto her feet. Heather lifts her up before sending her down with a vertical suplex in which she went to cover again …

David Wright: Another cover …

ONE…

Kicking out quickly, just getting only one. Heather gets back up as she drops her knees ring down onto the torso of Hayden Brooks, following up with a seated mount as she began to land punches into the face and make up of Hayden Brooks.

Reggie Stallworth: Darling is making a canvas out of Hayden’s make-up …

David Wright: Serious lefts and rights from Heather … Jay James … wait where did she go?

Reggie Stallworth: … Who the hell cares right now … Heather’s making a human punching bag out of Hayden Brooks …

Heather getting to her feet looks to the outside, wondering where Jay James had went. She then returned her attention back to Hayden Brooks who was holding her lip as she made her way back to her feet. Right behind was Heather who simply bitch slapped the holy hell out of Hayden almost making her do a complete three-hundred and sixty degrees. Heather Phoenix quickly hooked up Hayden in a fisherman suplex as she got back up and picked her up yet again. Whipping Hayden into the ropes, catching her off the rebound … Heather plants her with a Samoan drop, before hooking her leg for the pin…

David Wright: Heather is giving Hayden one hell of a ride …

Reggie Stallworth: Hayden needs to wake her pretty ass face up and start fighting.

ONE…
TWO..

Kickout from Hayden. Heather, not shifting down a gear yet. She hauls Hayden back up and off her feet once again before hitting a jawbreaker then following it up with an Impact DDT. Hayden was now folded over, as Heather knew she was close to getting a win, still puzzled on where her other opponent had gone to.

Reggie Stallworth: Oh Mah Gawd! IT’S THE PLATINUM QUEEN ….

David Wright: What the hell? Why is she out here …. With a chair?

The chorus of boos loudly shot towards the “Platinum Queen” of PDW as she swayed her way down the ramp ringside with the chair in hand. She did nothing but give off a smiling glare to all. Heather Phoenix turned around to see what the hell was going on. With the wasted time, as she turned back around to grab Hayden. Hayden struck with a lightning blow to the head, with her elbow. Following up on the slightly groggy Heather Phoenix … Hayden connects with a Russian leg sweep, taking her down with quick motion. Carliee gets the real front row seat action, placing her chair right by the ring, taking a seat as she watches on.

David Wright: Hayden with that wicked-looking Russian leg sweep. She only got the upper hand due to Heather dropping her focus for a quick second … Thanks to Carliee.

Reggie Stallworth: Don’t blame Heather’s lack of staying focus on the appearance of Carliee. If Heather would’ve kept going, she wouldn’t have been back on the mat, now would she?

David Wright: WHOA … LOOK OUT!!!!!!

Out of nowhere, as Heather is picked up by Hayden … the noise builds up even more as Jay James makes an awe-inspiring leap off the turnbuckle crashing onto both Heather and Hayden. The crowd in cahoots at the aerial performance just a second ago. Jay James rolls around as everything started back at the bottom again.

David Wright: Where in the hell did she come from?

Reggie Stallworth: Taking two birds out with one stone … but now it’s back at square one …

Jay James, making it to her feet first somehow picks up Heather who is seemingly dazed. Bouncing her off the rope, Jay uses the momentum to send Heather back down with a hip toss. Going over to Hayden to pick her up. After picking her up, Jay kicks Hayden in the gut before sending Hayden down … onto Heather Phoenix with a snap suplex, as she layed across top of Heather, making the shape of a cross. Jay hops ontop for the go-ahead pin.

David Wright: Jay James with the cover …

ONE …
TWO…

Kickout by both ladies, as Jay rolls over before getting back up on her feet. Picking up Hayden Brooks by her hair, Jay quickly hits a nice roundhouse kick before coming out of the box with Swinging DDT. Planting Hayden Brooks head into the mat, Jay James stands over Hayden Brooks before locking in a chinlock Surfboard.

David Wright: Jay James with the chinlock surfboard …

Reggie Stallworth: This match could seriously go either way!

Locking it in real tight, Jay James keeps the pressure on the spine of Hayden. Coming from behind though was Heather Phoenix with a bulldog, smashing Jay James face into the mat, as she pops back up, looking at the downed women. Picking up James, Heather goes to grapple, however Jay ducks the attempted grapple, trying to hit something of her own, but whatever it was going to be … it quickly got turned down as she was knocked out of her friggin’ boots thanks to an aware Heather Phoenix who blasted her foot, right into the jaw of James with a blatant super kick that sent her down like a ton of concrete.

David Wright: Ouch!

Reggie Stallworth: Ouch isn’t the only thing echoing through her jaw at the moment … more like lost teeth … hospital treatment …

As Heather turns around to go after Hayden … She was already there waiting. Not wasting anytime, Hayden tricks Heather into lunging forwards as she used it to hit her nicely named maneuver … Gargoyle suplex, as she went for the cover.

David Wright: Cover by Hayden …

Reggie Stallworth: Soon as one go down, the next strikes and so on … so back and forth …

ONE …
TWO…
THR-NO!!!

Kickout from Heather Phoenix who is feeling it after that suplex by Hayden Brooks. Hayden Brooks moving over to James, goes to pick her up as she still holds her jaw in pain. Not giving her any slack whatsoever … Hayden connects with an Underhook backbreaker. Getting back to her feet, she runs to the ropes, before she went slingshot herself onto James with a legdrop. Picking her back up whipping her into the ropes … Hayden ran the other way as she bounced off the ropes before hitting a handspring. Out of nowhere, James catches her in what looked to be her trying to complete her hand spring. James smiled as she held her a second more before hoisting her up a little bit and hitting a seated facebuster onto the mat.

James sliding from Hayden, she rises back onto her feet. Picking up Hayden as she wasn’t done yet … Looking at her with a smirk, Jay James quickly wrapped her up before delivering an underhook piledriver in what she’d like to call “Jay-ded” as the fans go wild!

David Wright: Holy Hell … She just seemingly slaughtered Hayden Brooks. Now she’s covering …

Reggie Stallworth: She better!

ONE …
TWO…
THR---

A kick to the head at the last second had just kept the duel going and giving Heather yet another chance to do something with it. Heather brushing her hair back, she picked up Jay James. Kicking her in the gut, she followed up with a spear to the mat. Taking Jay down yet again, she stomps at her chest and ribs a few times before picking her back up. Heather waves off that this is the end, she picks up Jay before whipping her into the ropes, but a fake was what it was … as Heather snatched back Jay James in her direction before locking her in her painful position. Placing her in what seemed like a soon-to-be powerbomb ended up being worse … burning what was left of Jay onto the mat … quickly hitting her finisher as she almost seemed to crack a major bone in Jay’s body. She then drew her arm across Jay’s body as the ref got in position to count. Carliee, looking on from ringside covered her mouth after discovering that hit …

Reggie Stallworth: By seeing the expression on the platinum queen’s face … it was a hell of a hit …

David Wright: Wow … that was just …

ONE…

Hayden shakes off the cobwebs …

David Wright: Hayden’s up …

TWO…

Hayden leaps forward to try and break off the pin, but is nowhere near distance as the ref hand drops the third time …

Reggie Stallworth: Strikeout!

THREE ….!!!

Samantha Jinx: The winner of this match …. HEATHER PHOENIX!!!

Carliee stands up as she glares towards Heather Phoenix. After a moment of glaring, Carliee chooses to clap, congratulating Heather for her victory.

Reggie Stallworth: See … ‘The Platinum Queen” has sportsmanship … Everyone else sees it the wrong way …

David Wright: Okay … whatever, Reggie!

Heather celebrates in the ring, as she look across towards Carliee outside of the ring and then down towards the downed opponents. Carliee walking with a small book and a pen, walks off with a smirk back up the ramp, as Heather just stares at her.

David Wright: Pen and notepad ... Seems like Carliee was getting a first look at these ladies output ...

Reggie Stallworth: Yes, "DW" ... She's not the Queen here in PDW for nothing. She is a professional ... knowing her opponents live and direct. She's got a smirk on her face that cannot be erased ...

 

The camera cuts to one of the many locker rooms backstage, where Heather Phoenix has just made her way into the locker room after her match. She steps in and takes a look around the locker room, closing the door behind her, then paces around the locker room. Finally, she spots a closet door in the corner of the locker room, which has been left conspicuously half-open, as if there was something or someone in there. She takes a few steps over towards it, then pulls it open and takes a couple of steps inside...

...when suddenly, a hand can be seen suddenly reaching into view from the outside, seizing the handle of the closet and pulling it shut, closing Heather inside! There's suddenly a shout from inside the closet, following by the sound of pounding on the door. Suddenly, Steve Jason steps into view, a calm and businesslike look on his face. He's dressed ready for his match in white and blue boardshorts, blue boots and elbowpads, and a silky open short-sleeved shirt matching his shorts. There is also a key in his hand, which he uses to lock the closet door.

Steve Jason: Nothing personal, Miss Phoenix- but after all that stuff about you that your pal Zachriel spouted, I'd be an absolute moron to let you down to the ring while I'm in it. So I'm keeping you out of the way until the match is done. I'm sorry.

Steve's voice almost does seem genuinely apologetic, punctuated by a casual shrug. There's more pounding on the door, but Steve ignores it and turns his back on the door before making his way out of the locker room, no doubt headed towards the ring itself.

 

Debut Match

Steve Jason vs Darkside

Samantha Jinx: This match is for one fall … First coming from

With the sudden sound of a thunderclap, the heavy guitar introduction to Breaking Benjamin’s “Believe” blasts over the PA system as suddenly a blast of white and blue pyros flares up around the entrance ramp. As the guitar introduction continues, white and blue searchlight beams trigger and begin to wash over the entrance ramp and the general path to the ring. As this happens, a silvery plume of sparkler fire lights up in front of the curtain before Steve Jason strides out of the remnants, clad in his white and blue ringwear boardshorts and a matching silky short-sleeved shirt. He wastes no time striding down the ramp in direct time to the powerful, edgy verse which now booms throughout the arena.

Don’t tread the water

Just stay still

I’ll not be bothered

By you until

I’m picking sides

And pulling the strings

I’m living lies

And shedding skin

I’m open wide

And letting you in

I’m wronging rights

Steve has proceeded to the foot of the ring at this point, eyeing the apron in front of him with intensity. Suddenly, the sung verse becomes an intense, angry chorus as Steve jumps onto the apron in time with the first opening shout, gripping the ropes and flinging his arms back so his shirt flings off his body and into the crowd.

Be-lieve!

I don’t care what you want!

I just want mine!

Shut up!

Smart little bitch!

I don’t need lies!

At this point, Steve has sidestepped along the apron and reached the nearest turnbuckle. With little to no warning, he climbs atop it in time with the continuing chorus, which is now slightly softer than the angrier tune of before.

I don’t care what you want, I just want mine…

Get up!

Force it to fit!

Confined inside!

As the chorus ends and descends into sharp and short guitar blasts, Steve hops down from the turnbuckle and enters the ring itself, assuming a ready-to-fight martial arts stance.

David Wright: Jason is coming out, seemingly loose … no fear, no worried look or anything.

Reggie Stallworth: Well of course he’s going to come out loose. He locked up Zachriel’s girl …. Which is his manager … an essential piece. Of course you’d look like you could rule the world.

Samantha Jinx: His challenger … From parts unknown...DARKSIDE!!!

The lights dim and Requiem for a Dream hits out around the Arena. The sick and sadistic music is then assisted by the Dark Warrior walking slowly down the aisle towards the ring, looking immense, looking focused and looking ready. He walks into the ring slowly taking his leather coat off, to reveal his tattooed, well built body.

Reggie Stallworth: This guy gives me the damn creeps ...

David Wright: Wow, something crept you out? That's a first … With the look in his eye, Reggie … he’s going to probably kill this young stud …

Reggie Stallworth: Well the medical staff will have some fun tonight after this match.

As both competitors are in the ring. Zachriel in stance, eyeing Jason with an angered approach as Jason does the same, but with a smirk on his face. The bell rings, and the two come right at each other with Zachriel locking on a headlock to seemingly pulverize Jason's head into mush. Tightening and jerking, Jason quickly did his best to shove off Zachriel who ran into the ropes before bouncing off, hitting a clothesline. Picking up Jason, Zachriel stabs his fist right into the rib cage of Jason before lifting him up and just throwing him down carelessly.

David Wright: Zachriel is tending to bury his opponent quickly into the ground!

Reggie Stallworth: Jason almost got 'squeezed' like a grapefruit!

Zachriel, whose backed up a few step … Jason getting back up to his feet shoots another glare at Zachriel as Zachriel signals for Jason to come on with it. Jason comes at Zachriel, choosing to hit some kind of running attack but wound up locked in a grapple hold that led to Zachriel plummeting Jason's head back into the mat with an elevated DDT, before rolling Jason over with the pin …

Reggie Stallworth: Damn … He just cracked the coconut!

David Wright: What a DDT by Zachriel …

ONE…

TWO..

Kicking out at two, Jason lived yet again. Zachriel on the other hand, slapped the mat … as you could see he really wanted to get this match over quickly.

Reggie Stallworth: Gotta' do more than that to win this, playa'

David Wright: He’s in a hurry to save Heather … Hopefully he can maintain focus.

Picking Jason up as he looked towards the entrance ramp, Zachriel went to go and attempt a vertical suplex, but Jason … coming back to life, flipped behind Zachriel as he hit a chop block from behind. Following up as Zachriel was on one knee. Jason hits double-arm DDT, planting Zachriel's face into the mat, returning the favor.

David Wright: That one slip-up by Zachriel has surely has changed pace now. Nicely done Double-Arm DDT by Jason.

Reggie Stallworth: He wants vengeance but he also wants to save his manager …

Jason, not even choosing to go for a pin, gets up and hops onto the second turnbuckle, waiting for Zachriel. As Zachriel makes it back to his feet, doubled over … Jason leaps off the second turnbuckle with a axe handle smash across the head and neck of Zachriel, causing him to drop back down to the mat.

David Wright: Steve Jason working a good strategy … keeping Zachriel grounded.

Reggie Stallworth: The big man can't fight on his stomach … well unless he's a Walrus.

David Wright: What?

Reggie Stallworth: Huh? Nevermind, playa' …

With Zachriel on his stomach … Jason sends several kicks to the back of Zachriel, before dropping his elbow right onto the spine. Getting back up, he does it again, several times. Jason runs to the ropes and bounces off, jumping in the air before hitting a leg drop across the back. After dropping across his back, Jason locks in a crossface-like maneuver onto Zachriel. Zachriel quickly withers out of it, as he goes to gut Jason in the stomach with his elbow. Going for a DDT, Jason somehow blocks the move as he slides behind him and serves up another chop block, putting the man back on the ground.

David Wright: Zachriel is in bad position. Jason is making sure Zachriel doesn't get back up.

Reggie Stallworth: Most definitely, Jason is dishing out the ruthless agression role on Zachriel's spine. Just look at how he quickly jumped back on top of things …

Jason gives it another try with the crossface move, trying his best to lock it in. Locking it in finally after a small struggle, Jason smiles as he knows he got a good thing going at the moment. The ref quickly adjusts to keep an eye on Zachriel hand, asking him whether he was okay or whatnot. Showing no emotions at this point, Zachriel just sits there, not moving. However, he is luckily in near reach of the ropes.

Reggie Stallworth: Zachriel is lucky to be in this situation … he just needs to reach an extra foot.

David Wright: It may be a foot or so … but it doesn’t look like Jason is going to let go.

Zachriel chooses to reach with his long arms towards the rope. Inches more, he’ll have it. Taking his sure time, Zachriel, with one leg … pushes off, moving him forward enough to grab the ropes as the referee signals for Steve Jason to break the hold within five, as he does so. Jason goes to pick up Zachriel as he goes to chop him in the gut. Jason then runs at Zachriel with something in mind, but it quickly gets put on hold as Zachriel catches him in mid-flight before slamming him into the ground with a front slam.

David Wright: Jason was on much of a non-stop level, but Zachriel took the opportunity and sent Jason into the mat.

Reggie Stallworth: I call it a ‘trance’ … Zachriel is back on top now … and Jason, well is on the bottom.

Zachriel, back up onto his feet stares back onto the entrance ramp yet again. Picking Jason up, Zachriel grapples him and hits a snap suplex. Picking him back up again, Zachriel taking a second off, Jason kicks Zachriel in the gut … Trying to grapple Zachriel, his attempt fails as he gets shoved onto the mat with the use of the right arm by Zachriel. Bashing with his right hand into the face of Jason with several punches … trying to regain momentum. Whipping him into the rope, Zachriel catches Jason, grasping his throat while lifting him up in the air, before slamming him down in the mat with a “hard-to-swallow” chokeslam, in which the fans react greatly to as Zachriel covers him for the pin.

David Wright: What awesome strength and power there by Zachriel!

David Wright: He choked the mofo' and put him to rest.

ONE …

TWO…

TH--

David Wright: Jason showing lots of guts to kick out … right at the last second …

Kicking out again, this time kicking out before three, just dodging the bullet. Zachriel looks up at the ref, a bit frustrated not getting the three. Getting up, he lifts Jason back up. Jason kicks out of Zachriel grasp, as Jason takes a risk by going for some kind of jawbreaker, but out of nowhere, Zachriel catches him in mid-movement, connecting with a full nelson slam. Rolling over in pain from the impact of the drop, Steve Jason was now in reverse again.

David Wright: I think Zachriel has found his way back on top … showing pure dominance so far. Each time Jason attempts to create an opening … he gets shut down quickly.

Reggie Stallworth: He awakened from almost near defeat, and now is back on his grind …

Back on top of things he picks Jason up and almost out of his damn shoes. Lifting him up in the air, he locks in a chokehold … his hands grasped around Steve Jason's neck. Within seconds that sooned turn into almost minutes, Jason looked like a red beet. Red in the face, as he tried gaining a breathe. After holding him until he became red in the face, Zachriel slams him hard as hell into the mat, steady holding his hands around the throat. Letting go of his hands around his throat, he goes to cover. He slid his elbow, pressing his arm down onto Jason's throat as the ref didn't see it as he went to count.

David Wright: Hey … pressing his arm down onto his throat.

Reggie Stallworth: What the referee doesn't see doesn't hurt …

ONE …

TWO…

THRE--

David Wright: Close one …

Kickout finally by Jason, Zachriel looks at the ref with a 'death stare'. If looks could kill … the poor ref would be fried chicken. Zachriel, getting up to his feet picks up Jason before staring into his eyes, in what seemed to be rolled into the back of his head at the moment, gasping for air. Jason, using his feet which dangles back and forth, he directs them right to the shin and knee cap, causing Zachriel to drop the hold while Jason breathes quickly.

Steve Jason climbs to the top turnbuckle as Zachriel Donahue slowly makes his way to his feet. Steve taunts a little waiting for the dark man to face him. Steve Jason looses balance on the top rope and attempts to regain it, as he does Zachriel runs and jumps onto the second rope, clutching the throat of Steve Jason. Jason is struggling with the grip around his neck, and Zachriel lifts Steve and throws him off the top rope out onto the outer side of the ring!

David Wright: HOLY SHIT!

Reggie Stallworth: That poor has gone through hell right about now. The way that thump was heard … it pretty much killed his chances of a possible comeback … We need a clean-up crew out here now …

With that disasterous drop courtesy of Zachriel … The ref begins the ten count. As Zachriel regains composure …

ONE…

TWO…

THREE...

FOUR…

FIVE…

SIX…

Reggie Stallworth: DW?

David Wright:Yeah …

Reggie Stallworth: Why in the hell would he go to the outside when he had the match won? Now that is just plain dumb I'd say. He got a lady to save … and he just prolonged the match.

Zachriel, instead of getting the cheap victory, chooses to travel to the outside in which he interrupts the count, by picking up Jason by his hair, staring at what's left of him … eye to eye. Seconds after, Zachriel slings him into the ring, going for the cover.

David Wright: …Guess he didn't want the 'cheap' way to gain victory!

ONE… TWO… THREE--NO!!

David Wright: Okay, that makes this man Ford Tough … Getting beat up, tossed cleanly to the outside of the ring, and kick out at the leasttt possible second … The man with two first names is truly tough …

David Wright: I think Zachriel has gone out of his damn mind, now!

Rolling his eyes deeply into the back of his head, Zachriel clearly closed the deal, but Jason kicks out at the last second, keeping the door open still. Getting up to his feet, Zachriel is truly in no mood to show any 'give' in what should've been the end of this match. Kicking Jason in the gut, he lifts him up in the air, gorrilla-press formation. Going to slam … Jason slithers out of yet another hold as he falls to the mat, but able to manage as he tries to catch his breath.

Turning around, Zachriel sees Steve is down and out on the ground, struggling to get his legs moving again as Zachriel simply waits, staring down at his opponent. Steve gradually begins to get movement back in his body and his legs start to twitch. As he sees this, Zachriel suddenly snaps to attention and crouches in wait, holding his hand up to signal for a chokeslam. Steve slowly begins to get his feet under him and groggily works his way to his feet, then suddenly Zachriel springs into motion, locking his hand around Steve's throat! Steve struggles for breath while Zachriel holds him steady and prepares to hoist him into the air... then suddenly at the last second, Steve places both hands on Zachriel's shoulders and shoves himself up at the same time as Zachriel lifts! The startled Zachriel loses his grip as Steve uses the extra momentum to throw himself up above Zachriel and proceeds to come back down leaning towards him bringing his fists down with him! The majority of Steve's weight plows fists-first into Zachriel's face, bowling the larger man backwards and bringing both men crashing to the ground! Steve is partially stunned himself, but is lucid enough to drop a shoulder over the downed Zachriel...

ONE…

TWO…

David Wright: Kickout by Zachriel!

Kickout by Zachriel with a two … Jason struggles slightly to get Zachriel back onto his feet. However, doing so Jason tends to try and whip Zachriel to the corner, but Zachriel thinks otherwise, holding his ground as he seems to be taking control again, as he suddenly seizes Steve and hurls him towards the ropes. Steve is unable to control his momentum and bounces into the ropes while Zachriel prepares to strike... but suddenly, Steve manages to maintain control just long enough to slide-kick Zachriel's legs out from under him, bringing him down with a crash. Steve hasn't quite done enough damage yet though, and upon looking at the downed Zachriel begins to head towards the turnbuckle!

David Wright: Oh boy … High-Risk for Jason … he knows what happened last time he was up there.

Reggie Stallworth: He's got balls … The man has a gameplan late in this contest.

David Wright: One hell of a contest for that fact …

There's a sudden excited rush from the crowd as Steve ascends to the top, eyeing Zachriel and waiting for any possible sign of recovery. Zachriel begins to stir and pushes himself up to his knees, then finally up to his feet. Steve takes that exact moment to leap from the turnbuckle directly at Zachriel. Instead of his traditional missile dropkick or lariat, however, he's curled himself up in mid-air as he shoots at Zachriel. It's only at the last second before making collision that his feel finally shoot forward in a colossal kick to the gut of Zachriel, bowling the wind out of him and dropping him to the ground wheezing! This move has taken its toll on Steve as well however, as he lies flat on the ground struggling to get his breath back.

Reggie Stallworth: What in the hell was that?

David Wright: A brave move … that's what it was!

Jason, worn down for sure, gets his act together. Getting to his feet finally, somewhat of a small break after a huge, huge risk. Going over towards Zachriel, Jason grabs him by his long, stringy hair, as he chooses to go for a neckbreaker. Hooking up and just about to rotate, Zachriel kills the rotation, sliding out of the attempted maneuver, before hitting a stinging spinebuster as the crowd goes in awe at the impact.

Zachriel lifts the opponent from the mat with a handful of hair. Steve Jason is helpless as his legs wobble around as he is still feeling the effects of the sheer domination Zachriel is bringing to this match. Zachriel places the weak man on his shoulders – a torture rack position. Zachriel stretches the man slightly in the inverted fireman’s carry - one arm around his neck, the other around Steve Jason’s legs. He looks around before jumping up in the air landing on his shoulders – Steve Jason crashing to the mat face first. This has to be over now. Zachriel is looking at the man, about to take the pin before he stops, and turns towards the exits leading to the backstage area. He wants to find Heather Phoenix but he’s not concentrating on the task ahead. After a moment of thinking, he goes down and covers Steve Jason for the pin.

ONE…

TWO…

THRE---

A kickout, yet again by Jason, thanks to the stalled cover by Zachriel to give Jason enough to realize the situation and kick out of a near-finish. Zachriel, not knowing what the hell to do just gets up and picks Jason by his hair. Tossing Jason into the far corner … Zachriel follows with an attempted splash, to squish the holy hell out of Jason. Jason using what speed he had left dodged out of the corner. Crashing into the corner where Jason was supposed to be … Jason keeps Zachriel in the corner like the before banging grabbing his skull and bashing it into the turnbuckle, scrambling it up a little.

After bashing his skull a few times, Jason completes the process with a wicked Reverse DDT, as he wants to put enough damage to take out. Picking up Zachriel, Steve whips Zachriel towards the ropes, then immediately runs in the opposite direction and springboards off the ropes in the style of Chris Jericho’s Lionsault. However, instead of hitting a prone Zachriel on the ground, Steve instead crashes into the opponent coming back on the rebound.

David Wright: The Shinkansen! The Shinkasen!

Reggie Stallworth: The what? I have no damn clue what you just said!

David Wright: The Shinkasen -- It's Steve Jason's trademark hit.

Reggie Stallworth: Well the Shinkazu' looked brutal …

Back up on his feet, Jason carrying a smirk on his face goes to lift Zachriel back onto his feet. Bringing Zachriel over to the corner, Jason climbs onto the second turnbuckle. Stabbing a few punches into the skull of Zachriel … Bringing him up onto the ropes. Jason goes up one more, the top turnbuckle. Here was Jason again, taking yet another risk to not only his match but body as well …

David Wright: He's up to something here …

Reggie Stallworth: Yeah … Another disappointment …

Zachriel realizes where he is, he begins swinging jabs to the gut of Jason. Jason well aware of his surroundings blocks the oncoming punches, countering with his own. From that point, he sets up and quickly manuevers around before hitting a wicked, crazy Angle Slam-like off the top rope as they both crash extremely hard onto the mat. Zachriel who's sent centered of the ring, .out cold. The crowd begins chanting….

Reggie Stallworth: Clean-Up Crew on Aisle Six, please?

"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

David Wright: I bet this is a wrap!

Reggie Stallworth: It better be or else I'm going up there to both and kick their asses! No one is going to wake up!

David Wright: Eh ,,, Calm your horses, Reggie!

As Jason is near to pin Zachriel, he has to crawl there. Jason, digging deep down … he leaps forward like a frog, as he's not fully there, but extends his arms, in which covers across enough to consider it a cover. The ref went into position …

ONE …

TWO…

THREE!!!!

David Wright: Both took each other to the limits. Where we thought it'd be a hands down victory … it wasn't. I see both as winners tonight!

Reggie Stallworth: Yeah they might seem like it to you, but Zachriel ain't too damned please. Well the bright side is … he can go rescue his princess!

David Wright: Great timing to say that, Reggie!

The fans stand in amazement, seeing this crazy-ass match come to a finish finally. With all that's gone down … one was declared the winner. Both remained there, stretched out as the ref raised the arm of Jason.

The match is over and both men have worked their way to their feet, but Darkside doesn't seem to be going anywhere yet. Instead he simply stares down at the somewhat shorter Steve, a look of expectation in his eyes. Steve stares back up at him for several moments before shrugging slightly.

Steve Jason: Alright, alright. Seeing as how the match is now over and how I don't have to worry about her sticking her nose in any more, I guess I can tell you where I... placed Heather. Or at least give you an idea of where to look.

Darkside doesn't respond to Steve's statement, merely giving an ominious glare Steve's way. Steve holds his ground but nevertheless nods affirmatively and before replying.

Steve Jason: Well, I didn't put her anywhere that out of the way. Not really. Certainly nowhere she couldn't get out of pretty easily if she banged loud enough and made a lot of noise. Hell, some janitor is probably about to let her out right now.

While not an exact answer, it seems to be enough for Darkside to catch on, and without any further words from Steve he makes his way quickly out of the ring before striding up towards the back. Steve merely watches Darkside continue up the ramp before shrugging slightly and offering one last phrase after his departing opponent.

Steve Jason: When you do find her... tell her it was nothing personal, would you?

 

Cyber Championship Match

Inferno vs Zayda

Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentleman…the following match is for the PDW Cyber Championship. Introducing first, from right here in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, she is…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: Good lawd that woman is fine.

David Wright: And these fans seem to love her too.

Reggie Stallworth: Well, duh. She’s from Philly. What do you expect?!

Sammantha Jinx: And her opponent, he is the PDW Cyber Champion…INFERNO!!!

The chorus of ‘Ebla’ is heard throughout the arena causing the fans to get up and cheer. The chorus dies out as the lights power down. In the darkness ‘Black Republican’ by Nas begins to play. The lights come back on as Inferno rises from the stage. His eyes remain closed as a pillar of vapor rises up around his body. After several moments pass he opens his eyes and walks down the ramp.

David Wright: Inferno always seems to look so…focused.

Reggie Stallworth: But we know he really isn’t. He did manage to pick up that title at Reckless Endangerment though.

David Wright: Which is CLEARY an accomplishment. He’s gone down in our history books as the FIRST Cyber Champion PDW has ever had.

Reggie Stallworth: Yeah, I guess I see your point.

A soon as the bell rings the two competitors lock up in the center of the ring, but with almost no effort Inferno overpowers Zayda and throws her into a side headlock. As she struggles against him, he suddenly surprises her with a snapmare. Now with a simple chokehold in place, Inferno clutches Zayda to him tightly before she reaches up and rakes his eyes with her nails, causing him to let go.  Zayda takes a moment to catch hr breath before she spins around and hops to her feet. As soon as she does she immediately spears Inferno to the mat and begins laying into him with closed fists. Zayda then grabs Inferno by the hair and begins viciously bouncing the back of his head off the canvas. Before she finally gets up. Dragging Inferno with her, Zayda throws him into the ropes and, as he returns, leaps onto him with a crossbody that she quickly converts into a cover.

ONE…

T…Inferno quickly kicks out!

David Wright: Zayda with the crossbody and cover. If my memory serves me correctly Inferno would be the first male that Zayda has ever been up against.

Reggie Stallworth: Well she can be up against this male anytime she wants to!

David Wright: Here we go…

Zayda doesn’t hesitate to climb back to her feet, dragging Inferno with her. She begins backing him up into the corner with knife-edge chops to the chest. Once his back is against the ring post, Zayda grabs hold of the ropes and starts nailing him with several boots to the gut. With Inferno doubled over Zayda nails him with a swift uppercut to the chin, subduing the Cyber Champion and laying him out in the corner. Zayda then quickly runs to the other side of the ring and charges at Inferno, hitting a broncobuster on him that the crowd goes wild for. Inferno sits slumped against the ring post as Zayda stands up, catching her breath. Now grabbing Inferno once again, Zayda yanks him to his feet and launches him into the ropes once again. Upon his return she swings hard for a clothesline that Inferno ducks. He then bounces off the opposite ropes and Zayda falls down to the mat, tripping Inferno up with a drop toe hold that lands him face first into the canvas. She then immediately crawls onto him and locks her hands under his chin with a camel clutch.

Reggie Stallworth: Damn, Zayda is on FIRE right now! And I mean that in more ways than one!

David Wright: She is showing quite a bit of athleticism here.  Everyone wants their first taste of Dynasty Gold.

Reggie Stallworth: And with the way she’s wrestling tonight Zayda just might get it!

With T.C. watching closely Zayda keeps the moved locked in on her opponent but Inferno stays resilient, refusing to give up. Finally, Zayda releasing her hold in frustration. Inferno’s head rolls onto the mat. Still conscious but beginning to get worn out already, Inferno lays sprawled out in the center. With her opponent still down, Zsyda flips Inferno onto his back and heads for the ropes. Steadily, she begins to ascend to the top turnbuckle. Staring out into the crowd as they cheer for a hometown hero, Zayda leaps into the air, aiming for a beautiful “Soul Releaser” corkscrew moonsault, but just as she goes to connect Inferno rolls out of the way! Zayda hits nothing but canvas!

Reggie Stallworth: Awww, shit. Just a road block, baby. Come on. Shake it off!

David Wright: I don’t know if she can, Reg. She hit that mat pretty hard!

Reggie Stallworth: Shut up!

Now, both Inferno and Zayda lay in the center of the ring, trying to regain their composure. Inferno begins a slow crawl towards the ropes as Zayda rolls around. Inferno grabs onto the bottom rope, pulling himself to his feet. At last, he stands up and looks over at the still stretched out Zayda. She stirs just a bit, but does not get up. Inferno then stalks towards her and begins laying the boots to her with no mercy. Inferno then pulls a dazed Zayda to her feet only to send her right back into the mat with a calculated Dragon Suplex. Inferno lifts Zayda up once again, raising the much smaller competitor over his head and dropping her over his knee with a backbreaker. Zayda painfully holds onto her lower back as Inferno goes for her once again. He grips her right ankle, dragging her towards him. As he leans in, Zayda manages to lift her other leg and nail him square in the jaw with her wrestling boot. With his jaw in head Inferno stumbles back after the surprise strike. This gives Zayda a chance to regain her composure. She then climbs to her feet and moves around Inferno, striking him in the back of the leg with a poised kick. With another kick to the other leg, Zayda brings Inferno to his knees. She then pushes him into position for the “Chakra Shocker”, but Inferno swoops Zayda over his head, countering the move with a back body drop.

David Wright: Zayda was looking to win the gold there with her pedigree but Inferno turned the tables on her!

Reggie Stallworth: Yeah, yeah, yeah. She still got this, though! She’s doing good!

After that move, Zayda quickly rolls out of the ring to escape Inferno momentarily. He watches her from inside of the ring as she kneels over, sucking in gulps of air while favoring her lower back. Inferno the moves forward, reaching between the ropes and grabs Zayda by the hair. She immediately begins throwing rights and lefts at him, but to no avail. He drags the flailing Zayda up onto the apron and over the top rope. Once she hits, she is immediately on the move, crawling to the opposite side of the ring to use the ropes so she can get to her feet, but Inferno is right behind her. She is only halfway there when Inferno nails her with a punch to the head. As Zayda falls once again, she goes for a kick to the stomach but Inferno immediately catches her foot in his head and pushes hard, driving her knee right into her nose. Fearful for her beautiful face, Zayda immediately clutches her nose and checks for blood, but there is none. Inferno then grabs a hold of her once again and hair tosses her across the ring. There seems to be no sign of escape for Zayda as Inferno’s figure looms above her. He once again gets her in his grasp and hauls her onto his shoulders!

Reggie Stallworth: Noooooo!!!

David Wright: Uh oh!

Inferno nails Zayda with a Psycho Diver!

David Wright: EFFIN ROCKED!!!

Inferno hooks Zayda’s leg as T.C. runs to make the count!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

Sammantha Jinx: Your winner and STILL Cyber Champion….INFERNO!!!

David Wright: Nice try by Zayda but Inferno proved to be too much for her tonight. But I’m sure with the effort she made another shot will be down the line for her soon enough.

The scene cuts to backstage where the traditional "champ walks the hallways" scene is taking place. This time, the man is John Raide, and the title is the Platinum Championship that he carries across one shoulder. He's looking around beneath his shades, and is still ambushed by Kayla, who seems to be hell bent on popping up when he least expects it.

Kayla: John Raide? John? ... Raide...?

Raide continues walking, when Kayla finally clues in.

Kayla: Oh Mighty One, the One True Champion, the Crimson King, may this humble peasant have but a word?

Raide stops in his tracks, smiling slightly. Kayla takes the opportunity to quicken her pace and get herself lodged into frame.

Kayla: John Raide, you walked out of Reckless Endangerment the way you said you would; your head held high and the Platinum Championship around your waist. What do you have to say to the doubters?

Raide pauses.

John Raide: What do I have to say? I hope all your kids're born f-beep-in' retarded.

Kayla: Well... okay. Well, being the second ever Platinum Champion, that definitely holds some weight with the public. However, you have to be looking closely at the number contender scene, where Mike Ryba recently obtained a victory over the man they call "Ice" in singles competition. What're your thoughts on the formerly first and only PDW Platinum Champion seemingly getting in gear and now in the lead for a title match?

John Raide: My thought's are my own, but I will give you this. I'm personally glad Mike Ryba won that match. I'm glad he managed to beat the "many they call Ice" and will walk on to the next pay per view to face the One True Champion. I'm glad because I've got a score to settle, you see. And no, it's not with Ryba, and it's not with Ice. My score is simple, Kayla, ever since winning this damn title I've been met with nothing but question marks by certain individuals. I've been congratulated, yes, I've even bee exhalted as the saviour of Platinum Dynasty, but one thing has always bothered me. Can you guess?

Kayla: Umm...

John Raide: I wasn't the first.

John Raide takes off his shades before mock polishing his Platinum Championship.

John Raide: You see, it's been gnawing at me, Kayla. It's been eating away at who I am. What I do. It's been bothering me you see, because... wherever I go, whoever I meet, there is always someone there to remind me... remind me that I myself was not and the first and last Platinum Champion. It's bothering me, Kayla, because I'm so used to being the best. I mean, come to think of it, I really am, but that's not the point. Whether or not you know it and I know it, the minority refuses to believe it. They cling still to their dreams for a carpet installer leading this business into a new golden age. They dream of this hackneyed, blue-collar working man taking the Platinum Dynasty to the next level. To worldwide acclaim. To the place where only few but the very biggest and best have dared to venture... and it sickens me.

Raide takes a breath, pausing to give Kayla a sly smile, and then continues.

John Raide: What's on my mind? Mike Ryba. A man I already defeated, no matter what the circumstance. Mike Ryba. A man who gave everything he had in a four-way match and came out looking like the bitch he truly is. Mike Ryba. A man who has built himself a nice reputation in PDW, but nowhere else. Mike Ryba, you see, is a man who has taken but has not given. Mike Ryba is a man who continues to thrive off of his small fan base, off his small fortune that he's spent relatively quickly. Kayla, Mike Ryba is a man who, had he been anywhere else in the world, would have never broken past mid card and into the main events that most hold so precious to their chests.

So you see my predicament here. You see reasons for disgust. Here is a man, nay, a god given talent to the wrestling business, almost as if he had been lowered from the heavens with God's own grace on his shoulders, ready to make the most of not only this business, but PDW as well. A man who has descended, and who is ready to take this company upon his weary shoulders, allow it to reinvigorate him, and then launch it into the stratosphere... and yet... I see this crap that Mike Ryba spews, this crap that flows from his mouth like a never-ending shit-faucet, and I am dumbfounded. I am dumbfounded, Kayla, because I do not understand how the fans... however few of them there may be... eat him up. Do you see why, Kayla?

Kayla: To be honest, Mike Ryba has shown himself to be an imposing figure, and he's worked his ass off to get to where he is...

John Raide, visibly annoyed by the lack of a proper response, cuts Kayla off.

John Raide: Spare me the details. I don't want to know. All I know, Kayla, is that this god-given talent, this Crimson King, the One True Champion, John Raide... he has a mission. His mission is simple, but effective. Do you know what that mission is?

Kayla: Well--

John Raide: Rhetorical question. The mission is simple, Kayla. The mission, is for John Raide to not only prove that he's the best in the business--hell, the world--but also to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that he is more than Mike Ryba can handle. His mission is to prove that Mike Ryba is nothing more than a middle class working man who doesn't have enough talent to hack it in any other promotion. Star likes him. She probably pities him. And that's why he's the man you see today. I'm going to break the illusion, Kayla. John Raide, your One True Champion, is going to dispell the image that he's built for himself and in the end, John Raide will prove that Mike Ryba was nothing more than a fleeting thought. A fleeting whim that has gone and passed the world by. He's nothing, Kayla, and I'm going to show you that the future... the future is everything. And the future, Kayla, is the man who stands before you.

John Raide. Platinum Champion.

Raide quickly walks off frame, leaving Kayla looking perturbed.

 

Triple Threat Match

Ice vs Toni Terror vs Joshua Payne

 

Sammantha Jinx: The following contest is a triple threat match. Introducing first, he comes all the way from Detroit, Michigan, ICE!!!

“The Ice Age has returned!”

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

A HUGE royal blue explosion emanates from the direct center of the stage, a "sparkler" type, forming the appearance of ice crystals high into the air, covering nearly the entire giant screen behind it. The heavy beat of "Hate Me Now" kicks in. As the pyro and smoke fade away, we see Ice standing where the pyro previously was, arms stretched high in the air. The giant screen flows instantly into a "highlight reel" of Ice moments as these lyrics blast over the PA system.

You can hate me now!
But I won't stop now!
Cause I can't stop now!
You can hate me now!
But I won't stop now!
Cause I can't stop now!
You can hate me now!
You can hate me nooow!

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

Ice then enters the ring and casually walks to the camera-side of the ring. He leans over the top rope. With both of his hands, he points at himself. He looks dead in the camera, mouths some words, and simply smirks. He turns back around and heads to the center of the ring…
At the center of the ring and looking directly into the center of the camera, Ice claps his hands. The four separate spotlights then converge on Ice, suddenly turning from white light into a dark blue spotlight. The Frozen One simply smirks. After a few moments, he walks over to one of the ring corners and then jumps to the second turnbuckle. He extends his arms to the gods again, looking above him, and mouth’s the words, “Hate me.” Ice jumps down, sits on the mat, and rests his arms on the second rope as he awaits his opponent.

Sammantha Jinx: And introducing next….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.

Sammantha Jinx: And finally…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 "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana blares piercingly over the PA System. The screen's viewing then breaks away from the enigmatic female.

"Load up on guns.
Bring your friends.
It's fun to lose,
and to pretend.
She's overboard,
Myself assured.
I know. I know.
A dirty word."

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.

"Hello, Hello, Hello.
Hello, Hello, Hello.
Hello, Hello, Hello.
Hello, Hello, Hello
Hello, Hello, Hello."

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.

"With the lights out, it's less dangerous.
Here we are now, entertain us!
I feel stupid, and contagious.
Here we are now, entertain us!
A mulatto.
An Albino.
A Miskito.
My libido.
Yeah!"

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

Reggie Stallworth: Carrie Starr is kinda sexy.

David Wright: Jesus H. Christ, here we go. Can you please concentrate on the MATCH once in your life?

Reggie Stallworth: Yo, shut up!

T.C. Payne stands in the ring now with the three competitors circling her. At the first sign of the bell the three of them rash in the middle of the ring. Fists fly every which way until finally, Toni Terror and Joshua Payne are left standing. The two of them gang up on Ice, stomping away at him with no mercy as he writhes on the mat below, trying his best to escape the double attack to no avail. The both pull him to his feet and send him sailing across the ring. As Ice returns both Terror and Payne nail him with a double clothesline that nearly takes his head off.  As Ice goes down, the two continue to batter him as Payne lifts him up and throws him into a full nelson, exposing him vulnerably and allowing Terror to unleash painful knife edge chops to his chest. As Payne releases him, Toni then hits him with an atomic drop.

Reggie Stallworth: Damn! Poor Ice!

David Wright: He’s getting hammered in there already.

Reggie Stallworth: I don’t know what’s up with this dude. He used to be good.

Terror steps away form the scene and watches as Payne lifts Ice to his feet. Payne immediately begins laying the forearms to Ice’s head, backing him up into the far corner where he then hits him with a massive boot to the sternum. The powerful Payne then slaps a had around Ice’s throat, looking as though he is about to go for a chokeslam, but instead just holds Ice’s there, clutching his neck in his hand, seemingly trying to crush the poor man’s throat in the process until T.C. finally forces him to break the chokehold. With a shake of his head Joshua Payne then shoots Ice clear across the ring where he runs into an impressive hurricanrana from Toni Terror!

David Wright: And Toni with the hurricanrana to Ice! I swear this young woman has been impressing everyone since her arrival.

Reggie Stallworth: You would think this was a damn handicap match, though. Both of them are really taking it to Ice.

David Wright: Well, the man really is full of words. Lately he’s been relatively quiet. Maybe this is why. He’s coming up on a bit if a slump.

Reggie Stallworth: A bit?! Shiiiiit! That’s more than a bit right there!

With Ice down, Toni soon goes for the pin.

ONE…

TWO…

Joshua Payne rushes over and drags Toni off of Ice, stopping the three count before it has a chance to happen. Toni’s head jerks up and she glares at him with a snarl. She suddenly leaps to her feet and takes off in Payne’s direction, obviously intending a spear, but he quickly counters the move and lifts Toni high into the air, bringing her right back down onto the mat with a vicious powerbomb. The crowd roars at the move as Payne stands above Toni, circling her and basically daring her to get up. The apparent team work they had going on against Ice has obviously melted away as he grabs a handful of Toni’s hair and hauls her to her feet. The much small competitor flails, trying her best to get out of his grasp. He then slaps his arms around her for a belly-to-belly suplex but Toni surprises him with an eye gouge that causes Payne to release her and stumble back. She then immediately follows up with a dropkick as she tries to bring the large man down to the mat. However, Payne only stumbles a bit more. Toni jumps up and goes for another dropkick, this time managing to back Payne up into the ropes. Now with this small opportunity Toni heads for the corner and then runs full speed ahead, grabbing Payne by the hair and driving his face into the canvas with a bulldog. She then immediately flips him over and covers him.

ONE…

TWO…

KICKOUT!!! Payne nearly sends Toni Terror ten feet in the air as he tosses her off of him!

Reggie Stallworth: Dayum! Toni was doing pretty good there!

David Wright: All she needs to do is keep it up. He’s a giant compared to her.

Terror lies in the corner of the ring trying to regroup as both Joshua Payne and Ice make it to their feet. As soon as Joshua spots Ice he immediately runs over him and smashes him in the face with his boot, knocking the unsuspecting Ice out cold…no pun intended. Carrie Starr paces the ring outside, cheering on Toni Terror as she also begins making her way to her feet. She slowly stalks towards Joshua Payne, hoping to catch him off guard but he immediately spins around as soon as she meets him. Toni quickly ducks a clothesline attempt and crawls between Payne’s legs, coming out on the other side of him. As he spins around this time Toni nails him with a facebuster. Receiving the desired affect on the monstrous man but nowhere near putting him away, Toni immediately climbs the rubs, headed for the top turnbuckle and awaits Payne’s recovery. Before he is even back on his feet she dives from the top rope and executes an amazing flying lariat onto him. This time, she hooks his leg in another attempt to end it.

ONE…

TWO…

TH…NO!!! Payne kicks out once again!

Reggie Stallworth: Goddamn!

David Wright: Payne refuses to stay down.

Reggie Stallworth: She might as well just give up now. Did you SEE what he did to TimmyD?! That dude GOTTA be dead after that! You see we ain’t heard from ‘em since!

Toni slaps the mat in frustration. She then hops back to her feet and bounces off the second rope with a lionsault, but just as she does so Joshua Payne raises his knees in which Toni lands right across. She immediately drops to the mat, clutching her ribs in pain. The agony is etched all over her face as she rolls around the ring while Payne lifts himself up. Once again, he stalks towards Toni and yanks her to her feet by the hair. He has somewhat of a grin on his face as he looks at her and shakes his head. After a slight pause, he then punishes her with a reverse DDT that flattens her in mere seconds. Carrie Starr screams for Toni to get up as soon as she hits the mat and Payne shoots her a look. He then drops to the mat as well, going for an elevated armbar but the much smaller Toni Terror manages to slip out of his grasps. Payne doesn’t let it bother him though, instead standing to his feet as he begins to devastate her with stomp after stomp, wearing Toni down with a boot that has to be much worse than any she’s ever encountered, undeniably dominating her in the process. Once again, Payne lifts Toni to her feet. Still clutching a hand full of hair, he hauls Toni onto his shoulders.

Reggie Stallworth: See what I meant? Game over right here.

David Wright: You might be right, Reg!

Reggie Stallworth: PAYNE KILLER!!!

Joshua signals to a totally insane crowd with the vulnerable Toni Terror up on his shoulders, but suddenly Toni surprises him with a modified version of her trademarked “Like You”, driving Payne’s head and face right into the mat floor!

Reggie Stallworth: OH! DAMN!!!

David Wright: She reversed it! Toni Reversed!

Toni quickly covers Payne, hooking his leg!!!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

Sammantha Jinx: Here is your winner…TONI TERROR!!!

Reggie Stallworth: Wow…I gotta give her props for that one. I really do. I did NOT think she was gonna win.

David Wright: And we all so just how close she came to NOT winning! But congratulations to her!

Breathing hard and somewhat out of it, Toni slowly begins climbing to her feet with a look of triumph as Carrie Starr rolls into the ring and holds her hand up in victory. But as Panye begins to regain his composure the two women quickly exit the ring with Carrie smiling ear to ear.

Suddenly, "Lunatic Fringe" by Red Rider kicks into high gear, and the fans look to the entrance ramp. The man himself, the Platinum Champion, emerges from the curtain dressed in his casual attire and wearing the Platinum Title across his shoulder. In his left hand, he carries a microphone that he walks down to the ring with as Joshua Payne and Toni Terror are leaving. Raide looks to be on a mission, stone faced and aggressive as he makes his way into the ring and walks to the center of the ring, soaking up the fan reaction.

Reggie Stallworth: The hell is this man doing out here?

David Wright: He’s the Platinum Champion. He can be wherever he pleases!

He signals for the music to be cut, and Ice is looking rather pissed.

John Raide: Earlier tonight, I told you all, I told the whole damn world that John Raide, the One True Champion, would be the man to end the dream of Mike Ryba. I told you all that the Crimson King would be the one who shattered his illusion. And I bet you wonder how that's going to happen.

Raide begins to pace the ring.

John Raide: It's simple, really. I'm going to prove that I'm better than Mike Ryba. I'm going to prove that I'm the man this company should be behind. Tonight, in this very ring, I'm going to show the world that Mike Ryba is nothing more than a puppet on strings designed to draw you in. He's nothing more than a figment of someone's imagination but John Raide, oh yes, the One True Champion... is real.

Ice's confused expression worsens as Raide turns to meet his gaze.

John Raide: How do you feel about a match, kid? Come on. I've heard you spit your filth in this very ring, and you've been shut down by Ryba.

Ice shakes his head, and then calls for the microphone. Raide tosses it to him.

Ice: Tell you what, Raide. Any time, any place, any God-forsaken-where from the peaks of the Himalayas to the guttural, degenerate cocaine-addicted hovels of Central America, any place you want to put that Platinum Title on the line, I'll be right there.

The fans cheer loud for this, and Raide looks around, a grin appearing on his face. Ice tosses the mic back, but Raide just looks around for a moment and then nods. The fans chant even louder now, with both Raide and Ice going to their respective corners and the referee heading back down toward the ring. However, just as the referee is entering, Raide runs full speed ahead toward Ice, taking the Platinum Title and smashing him across the face with it. Ice is rebounded into the turnbuckle and stumbles out, leaving him wide open for Raide to drop the title and jump high, gripping on and dropping Ice into the title belt with the Fade to Black '04! The referee is just in time to look at the carnage and decides to wave it off. Raide stands up and looks over his handiwork. He then grabs the microphone and walks back over to Ice.

John Raide: Time keeper, ring the damn bell.

The scene cuts to the bell keeper who shrugs and rings the bell, where the scene switches back to Raide, who has fallen on top of Ice and counts for himself, chanting on the mic as well.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THREE!"

The fans are booing hard as Raide soaks up the boos.

John Raide: I've just proven yet again that I'm the BEST in this business! Mike Ryba! Heed my warning. Heed it well. Heed the fact that when this pay per view comes around, when we're staring down at one another from across the ring, you will meet the same fate as this punk ass here!

Raide points to Ice's limp body.

John Raide: And no matter what happens, Ryba. I will end you. I will end your charade. I will destroy your illusions of grandeur. In the end, Mike Ryba, you will stare up at those bright lights, another conquest for the trophy room of Raide, and you will know then what all others have known before you. Everything has a beginning, and everything has an end. And in the end, Mike Ryba, you will fade...

to black.

Raide drops the mic and goes to a corner, jumping to the middle rope and holding his title high in the air, smiling as "Lunatic Fringe" booms off the PA, the show fading to black.

David Wright: Wow…

Reggie Stallworth: Talk about a goddamn ego.

The PDW logo floats across the screen as the show fades.