The Dynasty Spectrum
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
February 19 , 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)

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.

 

Second Chance Brawl

Shabazz vs Jay James

 

A bunch of fans are seen standing outside the locker room of Julian Dark as he walks out and signs some autographs. You see this young girl in a wheelchair sitting at the back of the crowd with a picture of the superstar in her hand. She drops her head and starts to roll away. But she is stopped by a voice.

Lucas: Something wrong chere?

The girl tries to turn around but Lucas grabs the back of her chair so she can't..

Girl: I just wanted Julian's autograph. It's my favorite wrestler. But all the pretty girls and the girls who can walk go ahead of me. Now I'll never get my chance.

Lucas: Don't say never.

Girl: But how am I going to get my autograph.

Lucas: People fear it. But sometimes Rain can be a blessing.

The girl looks confused and Lucas walks away dragging his hand against the wall he pulls the fire alarm and the sprinkler system goes off all the girls clear out accept the little girl in the wheelchair she takes her umbrella from under her seat and opens it and rides up to her favorite wrestler with a big smile on her face as the picture gets signed. She looks back with a smile and sees Lucas Saint walking down the hall rhythmically tapping his cane.*not frantically like most blind men* and dragging his hand against the wall. The girl is then shown again with a big smile on her face and her umbrella open..

Standard Match

KibbyD vs Carliee vs Echo Rayne

Sammantha Jinx:Introducing first. Already in the ring, Echo Rayne!!!!!

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

Sammantha Jinx: And coming to the ring next, from Houston, Texas..coming on a weight of 129 Pounds..she is..CARLIEE!!!

The fans rise to their feet with cheers and whistles as the cameras now move to the view of the entrance ramp as "Love Addict" by Family Force 5 plays loudly over the PA system. Various model shoot captures are shown over the video screen of KibbyD as they then move on to show her and her dog Daisy also. Some in ring action captures of her wrestling.

KibbyD steps from behind the stage curtains wearing her ring attire for that night. She flips her long blonde hair with her left hand as she taunts her fans up on the top of the ramp. She giggles to her-self as she struts her way down the ramp. She passes a ton of fans that want their hands slapped. With her Diva like ways she acts as if they are not even there. She walks up the steel stairs as she stands on the apron first before jumping off the ropes and performing a split and sliding under the bottom rope into the ring. As she is inside the ring she taunts the crowd by blowing kisses she then moves to the turnbuckle as climbs and taunts the crowd again. She then jumps off and awaits her opponent in the middle of the ring.

Sammantha Jinx: And the final opponent of the match. Making her way to the ring, standing at five-foot-seven and weighing in at 123 pounds… KibbyD!

The bell rings and the three women circle each other Echo and Carliee both attack Kibby D knocking her back into the corner. Echo takes a few steps back and watches as Carlie continued to nail Kibby D in the corner. Carliee turns and walks right into a clothesline from Echo. Echo goes for a quick pin but barely gets a one count before Carliee kicks out. Echo pulls Carliee up and whips her into the corner she charges in but Carliee gets both feet up into Echo’s ace causing her to stumble backwards right into a Reverse DDT from Kibby D. Kibby D covers Echo for a pin attempt but a kick to the head by Carliee breaks up the pin. Carliee pulls Kibby D up and goes for The Twist of Fate but Kibby D shoves her off toward the corner. Carliee runs up the ropes and leaps off catching Kibby D with The Whisper in The Wind. She quickly goes for the pin.

1…

2…

Echo makes the save , dropping an elbow to the back of Carliee’s neck. Echo picks Carliee up and tosses her through the ropes to the arena floor. She turns and begins pulling Kibby D. Kibby D tries to fight back with fist To Echo’s midsection but Echo buries a knee into Kibby D’s stomach. She goes to whip Kibby D into the ropes but Kibby D reverses it sending Echo to the ropes, Carliee pulls down the ring ropes from the outside and Echo spills out to the arena floor. Suddenly Kibby D grabs Carliee and hip tosses her back into the ring. Carliee gets up and Kibby D takes her back down with springboard armdrag. Carliee lands hard and struggles to get up. Kibby D goes for a Bytch Kick but Carliee manages to duck the kick go behind Kibby D and nail her with a bulldog. Both women are down and the referee begins to count.

1….2….3…..4….5….

Kibby D slow gets to her feet with Carliee standing up a moment later. They turn only to get caught with a double flying clothesline from Echo off the top rope. Echo goes to cover Kibby D.

1…

2….

Kibby D kicks out. Echo quickly tries to pin Carliee.

1…

2…

Carliee kicks out. Echo gets up and turns to grab Kibby D But Kibby D is already up. Kibby D jumps and catches Echo with the Rodeo sending her through the ropes and to the arena floor again.. Carliee is now up and waits on Kibby D. Kibby D turns and gets nailed with The Black Out from Carliee. Carliee goes for the pin.

1…

2….

Kibby D just barely gets a shoulder off the mat. Carliee gets up and charges toward the ropes. She leaps off going for a Lionsault but Kibby D move. She catches herself and lands on her feet as Kibby D get her feet. Carliee charges at Kiiby D but Kibby D ducks Carliee’s move and goes behind. She hooks Carliee , nailing her with a Russian Legsweep and goes for the pin.

1…

2….

Carliee manages to kick out. Both women get up slowly as Echo climbs up on the ring apron. They both charge, nailing Echo and knocking her back to the arena floor. Carliee then turns nailing Kibby D with a kick to the midsection. She hooks Kibby D and sets for Bow Down but Kibby D charges forward sending Carliee back into the corner. Echo gets back into the ring just as Kibby D whips Carliee across the ring and nails her with a clothesline. She goes to clothesline Kibby D but Kibby D ducks, goes behind Echo and locks in a full nelson, turning it into The Ultrahawt Kibbylock. Out of no where Carliee nails Kibby D with The Impailer. Kibby D falls to the mat as Carliee pulls Echo Up. She nails Echo with Bow Down and makes the cover.

1…

2…

3!!!

Sammantha Jinx: And here is your winner Carliee!!!!!!

Inside the locker room of Joseph and Hannah St. John is shown. We see Joseph and Hannah putting on the last of their wrestling gear and stretching before they take that long walk down the hall for their match. Joseph laughs and grabs Hannah around the waist lifting her up and putting her back down on her feet while joking about getting his last minute exercising in. Hannah steps on one of their travel bags and Joseph grabs her arm to make sure Hannah was not going to trip. Just as he does the door to their locker room opens and in walks Detective Morgan from Chicago. The first thing he sees is Joseph holding Hannah’s arm as both of them turn their attention toward him. Joseph’s smile fades as he shakes his head and lets Hannah go.

Detective Morgan Threatening your wife about what you will do to her if you lose Joseph.

Hannah: What are you doing here Detective ?

Joseph turns his back toward the Detective. You could see now the look in his eyes was one of anger and that he could turn and rip the detective’s head off at any moment

Detective Morgan: Had to see for myself. I’m shocked but there he is ready to step in the ring. I guess it shouldn’t surprise me. It’s a legal way for Joseph to beat up people and not go to jail. Ain’t that right Joseph?

Joseph looks up at the ceiling and then toward Hannah who was now looking in the mirror adjusting her top and not giving the Detective another thought. Joseph turns and faces the detective with a smile on his face.

Joseph: You got it Detective. In fact, why don’t you sign up. I’d love to face you in a match. Maybe Hell In The Cell

Hannah: Now that you’ve seen for yourself Detective. I have to finish getting ready for my match and to be honest I’d rather not have your eyes falling out of your head and have to step over you tongue to get out of the room

Joseph: I believe the lady is telling you we are done here Detective.

Hannah turns and looks at him while Joseph takes off his t-shirt and starts to put on his gloves. Detective Morgan stood for a moment before turning and grabbing hold of the door handle. He gives one last look at Hannah and Joseph

Detective Morgan: Oh Good luck in your match I’ll be watching closely. Make sure I don’t miss any signs of that temper that you say doesn’t exist

Hannah smiles and walks over to the Detective. She places her hand on his shoulder and the smile fades.

Hannah: Sure we’ll be sure to send some sign language to. In fact I’m sure my husband has one for you right now

Detective Morgan looks over at Joseph who held up his middle finger toward the Detective. Detective Morgan goes to say something but Hannah slams the door in his face before laughing a bit

Hannah: Unbelievable

Hannah goes back to getting ready for the match as Joseph whispers something to her about Detective enjoying himself watching them take care of business.

Standard Match

Kindred London vs Hayden Brooks vs Jem Williams

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.

Sammantha Jinx: Making her way to the ring. Standing at 5-foot-8 and weighing in at 135 lbs. She is Hayden Brook!

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 climbes a turnbuckle, raising a single arm in the air, looking out across the crowd with the same set determination in his eyes.

Sammantha Jinx: …and the opponent. Standing at 6-foot-1 and weighing the scales at 245 lbs. Jem Hayden!

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

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

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

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

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

Sammantha Jinx: …and finally, the last opponent of the night. Standing at 6-foot-2 and weighing 225 lbs. He is the innovative messiah! Kindred London!

The official calls for the match to begin as the two men and Haden take their positions in the center of the ring. A soft flow of silence is left drowning the arena in curiosity, when finally Haden takes the first shot at Jem Williams, and the fans erupt into cheer. Blow after blow, she hits him in the face and abdomen, trying her best to keep her shots as unpredictable as possible in effort of keeping the big guy’s grip out of reach. Kindred London, however, shows an expression of humor as he pushes the gal to the mat, only to turn into a powerful clothesline from Jem.

London hits the mat hard, as Jem sets his sights on Hayden. He slams his fist powerfully into the palm of his left hand, believably symbolizing the hand as her face. Her eyes grow wide with worry as she begins looking around for an escape, but she finds no need, as Kindred’s hand trips up Williams, and his attention once against breaks from that of Hayden—but not for long. Boot after powerful boot, Jem begins stomping London’s form into the mat—trying desperately to break the flesh surface of his opponent, when, from nowhere, Brooks crashes into him will all her might after coming off the ropes full force.

Hayden Brooks lands a huge a leg drop in attempt to keep Jem Williams down, this attack giving Kindred London ample amount of time to regain his composure and balance. She shows no mercy, driving her nails into his forehead, laughing sadistically as blood begins to drip from his flesh. Her attack continues, as London balances his form on the ropes, still managing to regain focus after the attack Jem laid on him. Finally, Jem grips Hayden’s throat, her face turning red from the lack of oxygen. The official steps in, first trying to break the hold, then counting down in effort to talk sense into the superstar, but he’s not letting go.

1…

Jem pulls his body back to a standing position, as Hayden starts to punch at his wrist to make him break the hold.

2…

Hayden now lifts to the very tips of her toes, still trying to break the grip as now she starts to gouge the big guy’s eyes.

3…

Her body finally loses contact with the springboard surface, as now she dangles in the air, her throat locked ever more tightly in William’s grasp, as, now, her face begins to draw a violet glow.

4…

With no sign of letting the girl go, Kindred London finally steps into the picture, breaking the lock and stopping the five count’s progression to an unsatisfying disqualification. Hayden immediately begins coughing for air, as the referee hurries to her aide, as her form rolls slowly under the bottom rope and out of the ring. London now takes advantage of Jem Williams as he begins to hit hard with his shots and kicks. Williams tries his best to break away from the hellacious array of punches by slinging a clothesline, but London quickly catches his arm and pulls him down with a crossface armbar. Jem Williams begins screaming mercifully as his hand flies high into the air, trying his best not to send it plummeting to the mat in submission.

Hayden Brooks, still outside of the ring, begins to pull her mind back to the realms of reality as the fans around her begin to cheer to their fullest. Her hand slowly manage to grip the ropes nearest the turnbuckles, as she stagers her way back onto the edge of the ring, and begins climbing up to the top rope. Meanwhile, inside the ring, Kindred is showing no sigh of letting go, as, finally, Jem’s hand wraps around his opponent’s face, clawing at his eyes as the hold immediately breaks and London pulls away, slowly regaining his structure back on his feet.

A loud whistles echoes from behind him, as Kindred London slowly turns around, only to be met by a picture perfect hurricanrana. His body immediately flies down to the mat, leaving his hand pressed firmly against his lower back in pain of the powerful impact. Hayden Brooks pulls her body back to her feet, as she starts to capitalize on London’s weakened form, landing a hard elbow down on his ribs. Her attack continues until both superstars finally roll out of the ring. The official begins the count.

1…

2…

Hayden slams Kindred London’s face with full force into the barricades as then a clothesline follows, and finally a knee to the guy down long enough to lead into her brutal assault.

3…

4…

5…

Jem Williams is finally back on his feet as he looks around the empty ring, wondering where the hell his opponents went. A loud, feminine scream from behind him soon surfaced as mile, reaching ear to ear as finally he turned around to find them brawling outside the ring. Hayden once against delivers a knee shot to Kindred London’s abdomen, as she sent his head flying into the ring post.

6…

7…

Nearing the ring, however, she is quickly caught off guard, as Jem Williams reaches down over the top rope and pulls the diva back up onto the ring by the very grips of her hair, this stalling the referee’s count out, and landing his attention on the illegal maneuver.

1…

2…

Jem pulls with everything he has, as Hayden goes flying over the top rope and down onto the mat’s hard surface.

3…

He once against pulls Brooks back to her feet, his hand still entangled in her hair, and delivers a powerful blow to the face, as her body flies back over the top rope, strands of her hair litereally ripped from her scalp as the remained tangled around Jem Williams’ fingers. Her body slams hard on the padded mats below. The official restarts his countdown.

1…

2…

Kindred London is there to pick up the falling diva, landing her in a belly-to-belly suplex as her back crashes viciously into the rough corner of the barricade. A sadistic expression grows over London’s face as her takes Hayden Brooks’ bleeding scalp and rams her with full force into the metal stairs.

3…

4…

5…

Jem Williams takes flight over the top ropes and lands down on Kindred’s body, the powerful impact immediately sends London’s body crashing to the ground as Williams begins to connect with the fists. His aggression appears too deep to stop, drowning out any voice of reason screaming out for the match to continue. Hayden, on the other hand, finds this a perfect opportunity and slips back into the ring.

6…

7…

The fans scream for Hayden Brooks to exit the ring and allow the ten count to be broken, but she just laughs it off. Jem Williams continues his attack on the outside, as Kindred London slowly begins to gain his composure when the set of numbers heard next strikes a state of hopelessness into his mind.

8…

9…

Feeling the hype of the fans, Kindred tries his hardest to make it back the ring when…

1..0… NO!!!

Hayden Brooks sends her body flying over the ropes and down to a crashing collision on the two stars. All three crash down hard, as Hayden screams out due to landing wrong on her left leg, but pulls herself back to her feet and lips toward Jem Williams, landing a few boots to the face before twisting her body and slamming full force upon his face with the very edge of her elbow. The crowd grows insane with cheer as Hayden Brooks begins taking charge in the match. Fist after fist, she begins taking charge as the blood on Jem’s face intensifies. Kindred then lands his hands on Brooks’ head in attempt to pull her off, but, by then, she’d had enough.

Her fist flies full-throttle back into London’s face, as his immediate instinct delivers his hand draped with great pressure over his busted lip. Her foot flies into his face as the sounds of the referee’s voice comes streaming into focus.

7…

8…

Hayden races in and out of the ring to break the count. However, seeing her damage had been inflicted, she rolled back into the ring in wait of her opponents.

1…

2…

Jem is the next to enter the ring, still bleeding from Hayden Brooks’ merciless attack, as, expected, she continued upon his entrance.

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4…

Kindred London staggers back to reality, his face seemingly hazed—drowned in the depths of delusion, as finally he slides into the ring as the official calls out the number five. Hayden goes quickly for London, taking him down with a vicious clothesline. To the crowd’s shocking amazement, Kindred London shoots back to his feet as fans jump to their feet with an array of camera flashes as he connects blow after blow until Brook’s flies to the mat. The referee falls to the mat as Kindred connects a backbreaking spinebuster onto the recovering Jem Williams, as finally London regains control of the match. The referee falls to the mat to check on Hayden, as she clinches viciously to his shirt in pain from the leg she hurt earlier in the match.

The crowd once again raves in excitement as Jem William’s slowly gets back to his feet. Kindred positions himself, preparing a big finale to finish the match off when the ring starts to shake. The official immediately tries to look, but is pulled back to focus with Hayden’s screaming form as Toni notorious laughter catches Kindred off guard. He turns around, flustered and ready to destroy, when from nowhere she connects his temple with her onyx stoned rosary, sending him flying over the top rope. She’s reluctant to remain in focus, as she hops over the middle rope, landing on Kindred to break her fall. By the time the official turns around to check out the situation, she vanishes deep inside the thousands of bodies along the front row.

Jem, seeming to have had enough, once again staggers to his feet, as finally he pulls her onto her stomach and places her into Realizing Pain. Kindred still shows no sign of consciousness after Toni’s fatal blow, as all Hayden Brooks can do is tap from the overwhelming pain.

DING! DING! DING!

Sammantha Jinx: Here is your winner. Ladies and gentlemen, JEM WILLIAMS!!!!!!!

 

Tag Team Match

Heather Phoenix & Darkside vs Hannah St. John & Joseph St. John

 

Sammantha Jinx: The following contest is a tag team match. Introducing first, the tag team of Heather Phoenix and Darkside!

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

Sammantha Jinx: And their opponents, the husband and wife team of Hannah and Joseph St. John!

The lights dim to a eerie yellowish tint as Bad Company by Bad Company begins to play thru the arena. The video screen lights up with videos of both Hannah and Joseph. First we see Joseph as he tosses an opponent across the ring. We then switch to Hannah nailing a man twice her size in the back with a chair before low blowing him. The scene then switches Joseph doing sit ups with Hannah sitting on his stomach. We then switch again to Joseph holding Hannah up on his shoulders as she holds a title above her head. We switch again to Joseph grabbing someone up by their neck and slamming them down hard on the mat. We see Joseph’s face flash on the screen and then Hannah’s. We see a image of Joseph & Hannah with their fingers intertwined with each others as they walk thru a ring of fire and into a dark distance.

The video screen begins to replay as we see Joseph emerge from the back first with a black and white checkered du-rag on his head and a pair of sunglasses. He rubs his hand’s together as his face shows no emotion. We see him look over his shoulder as we see Hannah slowly emerge from the back as she stares coldly towards the crowd. We see Joseph look down at Hannah as she looks up at him. Both give each other a almost sadistic smirk as they slowly walk down the ramp. 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 tossing off his du-rag and sliding in the ring himself. Hannah leans over the ropes and smirks at the crowd as Joseph stands in the center of the ring and just looks around the crowd. Hannah walks towards Joseph only to have him grab her by the waist and lift her up so she has to look down at him. Hannah removes Joseph’s glasses and tosses them over her shoulder into the crowd before placing her hands on his cheeks as she kisses him. Joseph slowly let’s Hannah down not breaking eye contact with her for a moment. Hannah jumps up taking a seat on one of the turnbuckles as we see Joseph stand next to her as they wait for the match to start.

The bell rings and the two female contestants of the match are the legal "men." Heather Phoenix rushes at the much taller Hannah St. John with a spear and tackles St. John to the mat... Once on the mat, Heather Phoenix lays the closed fists to Hannah's midsection. Meanwhile, Hannah wraps her legs around and grabs a handful of hair. She uses her weight advantage in flipping Phoenix unto her back and begins pounding the back of her head against the mat!

Heather Phoenix rolls Hannah St. John back on her back but the very alert Hannah uses Heather Phoenix's own momentum to keep rolling around the mat until eventually they roll underneath the bottom rope and to the outside of the ring.

Heather Phoenix lands on top of Hannah St. John as she grabs ahold of her neck and begins to strangle and pound her head into the concrete below! Joseph St. John is light on his feet as he's the first there and grabs Phoenix by the hair. He pulls her off and sends her flying into the steel guard rail. He then tends to his wife who's still trying to get her wits about her.

Darkside hits Joseph St. John from behind with a double axe-handle! With Joseph on his knees Darkside lays even more double axe handle drops to his back until he's pummeled to the floor. Repaying Joseph the favor, Hannah attacks Darkside with a slap across the face. Not fazed, Darkside turns his attention from Joseph to Hannah. He kicks her in the gut and as she's doubled over, knocks her out on the concrete with a devastating DDT, cutting a gash on her forehead as the blood comes squirting out!

He picks up the limp Hannah St. John and rams her backfirst against the steelpost before rolling her back in the ring under the bottom rope.

Heather Phoenix enters the ring next as Darkside goes back to his corner. Heather Phoenix flaunts about in the ring before belittling the hurt Hannah St. John with a slap at the back of her head. Hannah continues crawling around the ring but Heather Phoenix places her boot on Hannah's shoulder, pushing her down to the ground...

Hannah makes it to the ropes and tries to get to her feet by using the ropes for help but Heather Phoenix isn't allowing for it to happen as she bounces off the opposite ropes and hits a tiger feint kick to Hannah St. John knocking her back to the middle of the ring! Heather Phoenix runs along the mat on the outside of the ring and up to the top turnbuckle where she flies off with a 450 splash! Heather Phoenix hooks the leg...

1...

2...

Heather picks up Hannah St. John by the hair.

Taking her by the hair, Hannah St. John is dragged to her opponent's corner as Heather Phoenix tags Darkside in. Darkside steps over the top rope and irish-whips Hannah St. John into the turnbuckle! He immediately starts punching at her ribs and mid-section!

Sure enough, the ref eventually does step in between Darkside and Hannah St. John but not before Darkside spends some time arguing with the ref allowing Heather Phoenix to choke Hannah in the corner from behind.

Darkside eventually pushes the referee aside as he launches Hannah to the center of the ring. Heather Phoenix screams words of encouragement to Darkside as she slumps over the top rope. Darkside walks over to see what she wants and Heather Phoenix flexes her bicep and points at Hannah St. John. She slaps Darkside on his own arm...

Darkside smiles at Heather Phoenix and measures up Hannah St. John who's barely getting to her feet. Darkside runs to the opposite side of the ring to bounce off the ropes, but as he does, Joseph St. John jumps up and pulls the bottom rope down sending Darkside flying to the outside!

Without fearing repercussions, Joseph St. John lays the boots to Darkside as he stomps on him to a bloody mess. He whips him headfirst into the guard rail knocking him out. Heather Phoenix runs around the ring to help Darkside but Joseph St. John ducks to avoid her attack and sends her flying into the crowd! Many of PDW's male fans help Heather Phoenix to her feet and cop a feel or two. Meanwhile Joseph St. John clamps on the cobra clutch sleeperhold on Darkside, knocking him out!

Joseph St. John reaches over the rail and grabs Heather Phoenix by the hair and drags her over to ringside. He sends her back under the bottom rope as Hannah St. John begins kicking at her too! But unbeknownst to Hannah, the ever-resilient Darkside has begin to come to. He slowly makes his way to his feet as Hannah continues stomping away at Heather Phoenix. Darkside slides himself into the ring and immediately goes for Hannah St. John, grabbing a fist full of hair and yanking her away from Heather! Just as he grabs her, Joseph makes his way completely into the ring while Darkside holds his wife in his clutches. He slaps a hand around her neck, his face twisted sadistically as he chokes the breath out of her, not realizing that Joseph has just covered Heather Phoenix!

1…

2…

3!!!

After the count, Joseph immediately leaps at Darkside, knocking him off of Hannah as the two begin to brawl!

Sammantha Jinx: And here are your winners…HANNAH AND JOSEPH ST. JOHN!!!

 

We cut to the backstage area of the Dynasty Spectrum not too far from the locker rooms, where PDW interviewers and twin sisters Kayla and Layla Moore are standing. Standing not too far away from them, clad in a simple blue t-shirt, black jeans and skater shoes, is none other than Steve Jason, who is looking at both sisters expectantly. A few seconds briefly pass, then Kayla turns to address the audience.

Kayla: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm here with PDW superstar Steve Jason, who after his first victory last week is about to take on Sean Williams in a non-title match! First of all, Steve, thanks for taking the time to talk to us.

When Steve responds in his mild Australian accent, it's quite calm yet relatively friendly as he nods in affirmation to the twins.

Steve Jason: Not a problem, ladies.

Layla: Do we HAVE to do an interview with this guy, Kayla? I don't want to be thrown into a closet like Heather Phoenix...

Kayla: Layla! Can we not do this, please!

Kayla shakes her head apologetically at Steve, obviously embarrassed by her sister's statement. Steve, on the other hand, merely shakes his head with a slightly-amused look on his head, raising his brows slightly.

Steve Jason: No, it's OK, Kayla. I really should have seen this coming. Alright, Layla, you obviously want an explanation.

Layla: That's right! You can't just go around locking people in closets! Who do you think you...

Steve appears to have lost patience for Layla's demanding tone, simply talking straight over the top of her in a calm, steady manner.

Steve Jason: I was a man facing a first match against someone who basically waved Heather Phoenix's name around, was deliberately vague with it, and didn't give me a straight damn answer as to whether I'd have to worry about her busting in. When I heard those two talking about making their advance on PDW, I had a certain gut feeling that I was going to be on the wrong end of it.

Layla opens her mouth, but Steve obviously isn't finished yet, and continues to speak.

Steve Jason: And I'm not a moron, Layla. If I have any reasonable cause to suspect I'm going to get interfered against, I WILL neutralize it. As it is, I don't know what you're so upset about and why Zachriel's being such a baby on the subject. Heather's out, ain't she? It took all of, what, ten, fifteen minutes for her to get out? Nobody's hurt, we had a fair one on one match, I won, and Heather didn't have to get broken in half with an S3 for trying to get in my way. Everybody's happy.

Layla: Well, your genius idea seems to have really gone well for you. We've heard rumors that all you've done is make Darkside angrier, and we've even heard some rumors that he might be causing problems for you personally. What have you got to say about that?

Steve's expression is like granite as he takes in Layla's question, showing neither positive nor negative emotion. His ice blue eyes lock onto the sassier twin in a sudden show of intensity, causing her to flinch slightly before he replies in a cool, icy fashion.

Steve Jason: IF Zachriel Donahue is stupid enough to cause problems for me personally, and IF he chooses to throw that much of a hissy fit about losing and about not having his precious interference runner present at ringside, then I'm more than happy to stamp my boot down on his neck again. There's one thing this nimrod has yet to learn, and it's...

Layla: 'Nimrod'? What is this, 1992?

Steve Jason: Chillax, sweetheart, I'm talking here... as I was saying, there's one thing Darkside has yet to learn, and it's the fact I will not be intimidated. I WILL not back down, I WILL not be a pawn to his mindgames. If he continues trying to play me, then I have absolutely no qualms on confronting him again- but this time it won't be a simple competition. This time, I'll be fighting to crush the guy, I'll be fighting to break him down and obliterate him to the point where he won't even be able to psychologically able to deal with the ramifications of pissing me off. So I say right now as a warning to Zachriel... choose your next moves wisely. What you do next may have very, VERY grave consequences.

Layla rolls her eyes, while Kayla appears a little unnerved at the sudden waves of ominous, cold hostility coming from Steve. She laughs nervously, then quickly intercedes to change the subject.

Kayla: Um... OK, well, good luck with that. But what about your match coming up? You're about to go head to head with Sean Williams, a man who's been very impressive in the last few weeks. You're going up against a champion and that has to be a big step for you. Are you excited?

Steve Jason: Excited? Yes. Intimidated? Not for a second. I know who Sean Williams is, I know what he's done and I know what he's capable of. And I still believe that despite all that, I have what it takes tonight to put him down and defeat him. I've got nothing all that much against the guy, but he's the next target and he must be shut down.

Kayla: Wow. Looks like you're being pretty confident, Steve. Good luck with your match tonight and thanks for your time.

Layla: Yeah... good luck with that, Mr. Roboto.

Steve merely flashes a chilly smile at Layla's last snide remark, quite content to ignore it before nodding with a somewhat more amiable grin at Kayla.

Steve Jason: My pleasure, ladies. Have a good one.

With that said and with no further ado, Steve steps away from the twins and adopts a steady, energetic stride along the backstage corridors in the general direction of the ringside area, leaving the Moore sisters in his wake. Layla glances at her twin sister for a moment, then after the direction Steve left before saying one last, bewildered comment.

Layla: 'Chillax, sweetheart?' What the hell was THAT?

 

Non-Title Match

Sean Williams vs Steve Jason

 

Samantha Jinx: This match is for one fall. Introducing first…STEVE JASON!!!

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.

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.

Sammantha Jinx: And his opponent coming straight from Atlanta, Georgia…SEAN WILLIAMS!!!

Sean makes his way from behind the curtain, silver pyro falls from the ceiling as Sean makes his way down the ramp ignoring the mixed reaction he is receiving from the crowd. He slides under the rope and bounces off each turnbuckle not paying attention to anyone in the audience.

Steven and Sean lock up in the center of the ring. Steven backs Sean into the ropes and the referee calls for the break. Both men separate and suddenly Steven takes Sean over with a side headlock takedown. Sean reverses it into a headscissors but Steven Gets out of it and goes right back to the side headlock. Sean rolls him over and the referee counts 1..2…Steven gets out of the move and both men get back to their feet. Sean is a second faster and takes Steven down with a Hurricanranna. Both men get up again and Sean takes Steven down with a drop toe hold and tries to lock in a Half Crab. Steven makes it to the ropes causing the break.. Sean gets up and waits on Steven. Steven gets to his feet and Sean charges. Steven catches him coming in with a kick to the midsection. He whips Sean into the ropes and nails him with a belly to belly suplex then quickly goes for a pin.

1..2… Sean manages to kick out. Steven pulls Sean to his feet and nails him with a snapmare. He goes to lock in a headlock but Sean manages to free himself and slide out of the ring. Sean wastes no time in sliding back in the ring but gets caught with a straight punch that knocks him back into the ropes. Steven grabs Sean and whips him across the ring . Sean holds on to the ropes and Steven charges only to have Sean back body drop him over the top rope to the arena floor. Steven lands hard as Sean drops to his knees in the ring. Sean rolls out of the ring and grabs Steven as the referee begins his count.

1…2….3…. Sean backs Steven back first into the ring apron

4….5…. Sean rolls Steven back in the ring breaking the count. Steve's down and out now, and he doesn't seem to be able to get to his feet any time soon. Sean looks down at his stunned opponent and decides to capitalize, making his way up to the turnbuckle and going up top! The crowd buzz with excitement as Sean scales up to the top and appears to be waiting for Steve to get to his feet. The down and out Steve twitches a couple of times, then his legs finally start to get into motion again as he slowly sits up, then finally works his feet under him. Sean waits a few more moments as Steve gets completely upright, then suddenly he leaps off the top rope at what seems to be an attempt at a diving DDT! At the last minute, Steve suddenly springs to life and reaches up with both arms to catch the stunned Sean in midair! Sean has only a split second for surprise to flash into his eyes before Steve suddenly swings him down into a devastating spinebuster on the canvas! Sean crashes down and lies flat from the devastating reversal, struggling to get his breath back as Steve wastes no time covering the prone other man Sean leaps off and lands a Moonsault on Steven, then covers him for the pin.

1…2… Steven manages to get a shoulder off the mat. Sean grabs Steven by the leg and tries to lock in the figure four leglock only to have Steven kick him away. Sean goes flying head first into the corner turnbuckle and Steven rolls him up from behind for a pin attempt. 1….2…3. No Sean barely manages to kick out.. Steven gets to his feet lowly pulling Sean with him. He hooks Sean, backs up the ropes and then leaps off nailing Sean with a tornado DDT before going for another quick pin attempt.

1…2… No Sean manages to get a foot on the bottom rope. Steven quickly gets up , grabbing Sean and sitting him on the top rope. He climbs up and looks to be going for the S# but Sean starts nailing Steven with Sharp elbows. Quick elbow shots by Sean with both arms sends Steven crashing to the mat. Sean quickly stands on top rope and leaps off nailing Steven with a 5 star frog splash. He rolls around the ring holding his ribs but manages to crawl over and drape an arm across Steven.

1…2…3… No Steven shoots an arm up off the mat just in time. Sean's looking to capitalize further now and, after a brief second sizing up his opponent as Steven gets up, breaks into a run for his opponent, his arm snaking out for a clothesline. Suddenly, Steve steps directly up towards Sean and, before the clothesline can make impact, suddenly strikes forward with a straight punch to the solar plexus! The punch is hit just right, and the wind rushes out of Sean's lungs, bringing him to a winded halt! Steve doesn't show any mercy or waste any time, striking at Sean's chest with another straight punch before suddenly leaping up and snapping his leg up for a heavy snap-style kick into Sean's chest! The kick is thrown with heavy force and actually propels Sean back a slight distance. His legs flail to keep his balance, and that's when Steve swings his foot out one more time- this time kicking Sean's legs out from under him and bringing him crashing to the ground in a heap! Both men lay on the mat exhausted as the referee begins a count

1….2….3…. 4…. 5….. 6…. Sean and Steven both began to get up Steven gets to his feet at 9 and goes to grab Sean but Sean nails him with a headbutt to the midsection. Suddenly Sean gets up, charges the ropes and nails Steven with a springboard DDT. He quickly rolls Steven over for a pin attempt 1…2… Steven kicks out.. Sean sts up taking a couple of deep breaths before pulling Steven to his feet. He goes to ship Steven into the ropes but Steven reveres it, charges the opposite ropes and hits Sean out of nowhere with The Shinkansen. Both men go down and Sean grabs his midsection in pain. Steven slowly crawls over and covers Sean.

1…2…3… No Sean kicks out. Steven hooks both Sean’s legs and tries again. 1…2… Sean, again, kicks out. Steven gets up and slowly heads to the top rope. Sean struggles to get to his feet only to have Steven leap off going for the Molly Go Round. Out of no where Sean nails him with a spear in mid air. Steven goes down but Sean’s momentum sends him rolling completely out of the ring. The referee begins to count Sean out on the outside and Steven down in the ring.

1….2….3….4…. Sean manages to climb up on the ring apron just as Steven gets up. Steven goes to grab Sean only to have Sean snap his neck off the top rope. Steven stumbles backwards and falls against the opposite ropes. Sean gets in and runs at Steven only to have Steven catch him and connect with a huge Spinebuster. Steven doesn’t make the cover instead crawls toward the corner to pull himself up. Steven grabs Sean and looks to be going for the Vindicator Deathlock but as he lifts Sean up Sean drops down behind him. Sean quickly grabs Steven and takes him over with a German suplex but bridges into a pin attempt. 1…2…

Steven manages to kick out. Sean slowly gets up pulling Steven with him. He hooks Steven and looks to be going for a reverse DDT but an elbow to the midsection breaks it up. Steven grabs Sean and goes for a DDT but Sean reverses it into a Hammer lock and then spins Steven around nailing him with a kick to the midsection. Sean quickly nails Steven with a big time pedigree and then rolls him over for a pen attempt.

1…2… 3… No the referee sees Steven’s foot on the ropes. Sean gets up thinking he had it one until the referee points to the ropes. Sean looks confused for a moment allowing Steve to get to his feet and nail him with a spinning crescent kick. Steven heads to the top rope one more time and waits for Sean to get u before nailing him with the S3! SJ quickly hooks Sean's leg!

1...

2...

3!!!

Sammantha Jinx: And here is your winner, Steve Jason!!!!!!

 

A light echo vacates into the hall as the notorious black hair of Toni Terror sways from shoulder to shoulder. Her expression seems mellow, as her eyes watch door after door in search of something particular. Time seems to slip uncomfortably, however, as her eyes squint in a most distasteful glare, before finally laying her sights on a door that reads simply “Sean Williams.”

Her hand sets gently atop the frigid doorknob as she smirks with a most sadistic expression. The door then flies open as she tip-toes inside, noticing not a soul around, but, rather, a noticeable flash coming from the rose wood coffee table.

????: Well—well, Mr. Williams. How quickly we rise to the top only to fall so suddenly at the hands of those far greater—and most deserving.” She states, as her hand drags smoothly along the golden surface of the title. “It’s such a shame you couldn’t be here to talk to me, though. After all—what a privilege it would be to speak to such ‘a fucking icon.’

Toni giggles a bit, pulling the title off the table and strapping it fittingly around her waist. She then turns to a mirror against the wall and begins laughing in satisfaction.

Toni Terror: I must say, Sean—I look amazing with this around my waist. Would you mind if I maybe—I don’t know… took it from you? You probably wouldn’t miss it, anyway.

????: Who are you talking to?

Comes a most firm and familiar voice as Toni throws her body completely around in shock only to set her sights on the boss.

Star:…and why on earth do you have Sean Williams’ title around your waist?

Toni Terror: Isn’t it obvious? It’s mine. It belongs to me, Star, and I’m going to have it—if I have to pry it from his cold, dead hands, love, I will have it.”

Star: Uh… you need to put that title down and get the hell out of Sean’s locker room.

Star demandingly states, reaching out to take the title away—but Toni insists on keeping it as she backs swiftly away.

Toni Terror: Oh, no, my dear queen. I will have this title sooner or later. He can have it for now, but rest assure that when I’m done—there will be blood, and I will not stop!”

Toni smiles as she rips the belt from her waist and lands it firmly in Star’s hands.

Toni Terror: I just have one thing to ask.

Star: What’s that?

Toni Terror: Move!

With that, Toni brushes past Star and out into the hall. Star appears to have a look stating clearly “Oh, no she didn’t!” as the scene fades to black.

 

Cyber Championship Match

Inferno © vs Jay Cash

 

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

Sammantha Jinx: And the opponent standing at six-foot-four and weighing in at 225 pounds… INFERNO!!!

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

Sammantha Jinx: Now in the ring he weighs in at two hundred and fifty-four pounds. He is JAY CASH!

The bell rings and both men circle each other. They lock up in the center of the ring with neither man gaining the advantage. Suddenly Cash is taken over with hip toss by Inferno. He quickly gets up and is taken over with another hip toss by Inferno. Cash gets up and sees Inferno waiting to hip toss him again and backs away into the corner. Cash starts to argue with the referee and Inferno charges. Cash sees him coming and ducks a clothesline attempt. He turns inferno into the corner and nails him with a right hand. Inferno fires back with a right of his own staggering Cash back. Both men have the same idea and go for dropkicks before quickly getting back to their feet. They lock up and Cash backs Inferno into the ropes. He goes to whip Inferno across the ring but Inferno reverses it sending Cash to the ropes. Cash hops up on the second rope a fakes leaping off at Inferno. Inferno drops to the mat to avoid the move and Cash nails him in the back with an elbow. Cash pulls Inferno up and backs him into the corner. He backs up and charges in with a clothesline attempt but Inferno gets both feet up into Cash’s face. Cash crashes to the mat and Inferno goes for the cover.

1…2…

Cash kicks out. Both men get up and Inferno nails Cash with a dropsault, knocking him backwards and out of the ring. Inferno quickly follows Cash out and rolls him back in before climbing to the top rope. Suddenly Cash is up leaps on the second turnbuckle and takes Inferno off with a modified belly to belly suplex. Both men are down and the referee begins his count

1…2…3…4…5…

Cash is up first and grabs Inferno. He whips Inferno into the ropes but Inferno hops on the second rope and leaps of going for Tidalwave. Cash ducks, bounces off the ropes and nails Inferno with a Spear. He quickly covers.

1…2… Inferno kicks out.

Cash grabs Inferno by his legs and tries to turn him into the Walls of Jericho but Inferno makes it to the ropes. He gets kick to the head from Cash, who then quickly pulls him to his feet and tries to toss him over the top rope. Inferno lands on the ring apron and nails Cash with a shoulder to the midsection. Cash charges again and Inferno pulls the rope down causing him to go over the top rope. Inferno quickly goes to the top rope as Cash skins the cat pulling himself back in the ring. Cash turns only to get a spinning heel kick from the top rope by Inferno. Inferno quickly goes for a pin.

1…2…3. No Cash just barely gets a shoulder off the mat. Inferno gets a frustrated look on his face as he quickly pulls Cash up, hooks him and nails Ranhei into a pin.

1….2… 3. No once again Cash manages to kick out. Inferno grabs Cash , pulling him up. He goes to whip Cash into the ropes but Cash reverses it. Inferno bounces off the ropes right into an Arn Anderson Spinebuster. Both men go down without moving and the referee once again begins his count.

1…2….3…4…5…6…7

Inferno nips up first and goes to the top rope. He leaps off going for a double foot stomp but Cash rolls out of the way. Cash quickly gets up and catches Inferno with a kick to the midsection. He grabs Inferno’s legs taking him down and then turns him into the Walls Of Jericho. Inferno manages to make it to the ropes causing the break but Cash quickly gets up and drops both knees into the small of Inferno’s back. Cash quickly pulls Inferno to his feet and then bounces off the ropes taking Inferno back down with a running Facecrusher. You see Cash yell out that’s it before going to the top rope. Cash leaps off going for an Asai moonsault but Inferno rolls out of the way. Cash manages to still land on his feet. Cash goes to clothesline Inferno as he gets up only to have Inferno dodge I with a matrix dodge. As Cash turns around he is met with a kick to the midsection by Inferno. Inferno lifts ash up going for the Psycho Driver but Cash manages to drop off of Inferno’s shoulders. Cash bounces off the ropes and goes for Cashing in but is met with R-15 by Inferno. Inferno covers Cash.

1..2…Cash kicks out just before the three. Inferno pulls Cash up and whips him into the corner. He charges in going for the Tidal Krush but Cash drops out of the way. Inferno gets hung up on the top rope and falls back into the ring. Inferno rolls around holding his knee as Cash falls face first to the mat. Cash crawl to the ropes and pulls himself up as Inferno struggles to stand. Suddenly ash charges nailing Inferno in the back of the head with an Enziguri. He quickly covers Inferno hooking both his legs.

1…2….3. No Inferno manages to kick out. Cash pulls Inferno up and whips him into the ropes. He goes for a tilt a whirl backbreaker but Inferno lands on his feet. And takes Cash down with a backslide

1…2… Cash kicks out and then grabs Inferno rolling him up in a small package.

1…2… Inferno kicks out. Both men crawl toward the ropes and pull themselves up. Cash grabs Inferno and looks to be setting for a jumping piledriver but Inferno reverse it with a back body drop.. Cash gets up and charges , Inferno picks him up and goes for The Psycho Driver II but Cash manages to drop to his feet. He kicks Inferno in the midsection , bounces off the ropes and goes for Cashing In only to get caught and nailed with Effin Rocked, The Psycho Driver II. Inferno covers Cash .

1…2…3

Sammantha Jinx: Here is your winner – INFERNO!!!!!!

A view of the stage is shown and we see both Kayla and Layla standing there arguing amongst themselves as suddenly, When I’m Gone by 3 Door Down hits. Both women look around wondering what was going on as from the back steps none other than Blake Selters. He stands and looks at both women while adjusting his tie and listening to the mixed reaction from the crowd. A smile comes across his face as he takes Kayla by the arm and lets her do a 360 spin while listening to the men in the crowd go crazy. Kayla smiles enjoying the attention as Layla just shakes her head. Blake reaches his hand out to her but she declines getting boos from the crowd.. Blake turns and looks out at the crowd once more before looking back toward Kayla and Layla, motioning for them to hold up their mics.

Kayla: Mr. Selters, to what do we owe your presence here tonight?

Layla: Other than wanting a piece of spotlight for yourself that is…

Blake: Cute and sassy to. I like that. When it is directed toward someone else that is. On this occasion my dear, you happen to be right. I’m not much for behind the scenes . Never have been and never will be. I love the spotlight and what better way to show the fans of PDW appreciation than with an appearance by me. After all, I have just as much interest in making PDW the measuring stick when it comes to the wrestling industry as Star does.

Some of the fans cheer, mostly the women, as Blake adjusts his sunglasses while looking on with a confident smirk.

Kayla: Or is it you are so interested in getting in Star’s pants, that you are playing suck up?

Blake turns his head slightly as the guys in the crowd all start cheering and start a chant of Star’s sexy. His facial expression doesn’t change from the smirk.

Blake: Yes she is isn’t it? As far as your question, I think my wife might object to that comment. Usually by taking your head off. As far as my interest in Star… it’s professional. Purely professional. The gifts….Free stay in Las Vegas, the car, they are simply gifts. The fact that my family owns one of the most successful Casino’s in Las Vega and I can afford it when most of you can’t, well quite frankly…that’s your problem, not mine.

Layla: But the baby…

Blake: Star’s little one. Yeah she is a cute little something and I made sure she stayed out of harms way. I sit behind the scenes and watch week after week as Star tries to put on a show without having anything go wrong. I’ve also sat and watch things go wrong and lets just say I wasn’t about to let her be distracted when it was PDW’s first Pay Per View. Call it an act of kindness or an investment in the future of PDW. Contrary to the rumors. I’m not like every other male here in PDW…In heat and wagging their tails for a chance to get Star in bed. Though if I wanted to turn on the charm...

Blake pauses and does a 360 degree turn while holding his jacket open.

Blake: Need I say more…

Layla: Aren’t you afraid of upsetting some of the guys back stage?

Kayla: I’d say no since he is a pompous jerk.

Blake: Thanks for the compliment sweetheart but it wouldn’t get you anywhere. Besides you couldn’t handle more than 5 minutes before you’d be begging me to stop. I wouldn’t care what they thought. I don’t work for them and I’m not here to make them or anyone my best friends unless its my choice and there is a purpose for it.. What would they do, challenge me to a match. Only one person would warrant me entering the ring and only under one condition. That’s for me to know and is well no one else’s business. What is my business, however, is PDW and I’m giving a bit of a warning. I have my own plans and you’ll be seeing a lot more of me in front of the camera from now on. Don’t like it, deal with it

When I’m gone hits again and Blake smirks turn into a bit of almost sinister laughter as he turns and walks away.

 

Non-Title Match

Rayne Phoenix vs John Raide

 

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

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

Samantha Jinx: And next…he is…RAYNE PHOENIX!!!

The lights go out and on the screen you see in the shadows light shining on a figure in a straight jacket rocking back and forth and the sound of fire and flames crackling in the background. Then in a scratchy southern voice you hear "Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire." Then the song Eyes of the Devil blares on the PA system and the outline of the screen sets on fire and short walls of fire rise from the sides of the ring ramp. Then Rayne walks out from the entranceway in a long black coat with flames coming from the bottom and he falls to his knees and throws his hands out to his sides and the sprinkler system in the arena goes off spraying rain everywhere and putting out the fire. Then he walks through the steam and smoke down to the ring and takes off his coat and it all dies down.

Smirking at Rayne Phoenix, John Raide holds his Platinum Championship in the air, receiving a major ovation from the fans that fill the dynasty Spectrum and showing just why he is the number one man in PDW today as Phoenix looks on uninterested. Raide then turns to T.C. Payne and hands off the belt to her. With both men now in the ring, the bell rings for the match to begin. Phoenix and Rayne circle the middle of the ring, each man eye the other, searching for their opening. Out of nowhere, Phoenix darts across the ring and spears Raide hard to the mat, catching him by surprise.

Raide’s head is reeling as the back off it bouncing off the canvas surface. Phoenix immediately crouches over him, now cradling Raide’s head in one hand while pummeling him with forearms to the forehead. He then lifts Raide to his feet and Irish whips him into the ropes. As Raide returns, he ducks under an attempted clothesline by Phoenix, only to turn around and step into a dropkick that sends him straight back down to the mat. Phoenix quickly springs to his feet and glancing around. He then strolls around the ring, taunting the crowd for a moment before running back to Raide and showering him with vicious stomps to the sternum. Phoenix turns away from Raide and springs himself off the second rope, landing over Raide with a lionsault before he makes the cover.

1…

2…

Raide kicks out before the three count!

Phoenix pops up to his feet after the near pinfall and stares down at the fallen Platinum Champion. As he reaches down to retrieve him Raide surprises him with a swift kick to the temple that causes Phoenix to stumble back into the ropes Raide flips to his feet. A stunned Rayne Phoenix stares back at Raide before he charges at him, but Raide quickly sidesteps and send Phoenix crashing to the mat with an elbow drop to the back. Raide rolls away from his opponent before standing back to his feet while Phoenix now sits up right in the center of the ring, favoring the small of his back that Raide had just struck. Raide slips behind him and nails him with a closed fist shot to the throat. Phoenix grabs his throat, only allowed to for a moment before Raide launches himself off the ropes and hits Phoenix with a dropkick to the lower back area. He then pulls Phoenix to his feet and lifts him over his head, planting him back down with a vertical suplex. Raide quickly flips Phoenix onto his back and covers him.

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2…

Phoenix quickly gets the shoulder up. Breathing hard, Raide rolls off of Phoenix. He stands up once again and goes to retrieve his opponent, however, Phoenix immediately headbutts him in the gut. With the wind taking out of him by surprise, Raide doubles over, allowing Phoenix to nail him with an uppercut that sends him flying back into the ropes. But while Raide manages to stay afoot, Phoenix makes his way to his own feet. The two men then once again meet in the center of the ring, exchanging blow after blow. Raide tosses his knees into Phoenix’s gut. Phoenix too, doubles over, but manages to knock Raide back with a shoulder block. As Raide goes to swing on him, Phoenix blocks his shot gets off a kick to the shin. He quickly switches up and pops off a kick to the opposite shin, weakening Raide momentarily. Phoenix grabs Raide by the wrist and shoots him into the ropes. Phoenix sets up for a superkick that appears as though it will take Raide’s head off, but the experienced Platinum Champion quickly ducks the attempt. He soon spins Phoenix around and instead damn near takes his head off with a sickening lariat!

Phoenix lays sprawled out on the mat, staring at the lights above as Raide slumps against the ropes. Both men are feeling the affects of the extremely physical match up. Raide then takes a deep breath and pulls himself to his feet. He immediately heads for Phoenix and yanks him up off the floor. With his fist bawled, Raide goes at Phoenix with punch after punch, strategically wearing the mental patient down in an attempt to finally end this thing. Raide bounces himself off the ropes and hits Phoenix with a dropkick to the knee. Not wasting any time, Raide goes after Phoenix once again, pulling him to his feet by a handful of hair. Raide then lifts Phoenix over his shoulders, driving him into the mat with a Samoan drop. Raide quickly makes another cover.

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3…No! Phoenix kicks out before the three count! Raide falls back onto the mat, covering his face with his hands and struggling to catch his breath. Phoenix stirs on the mat after saving this match for himself. Both men slowly begin to stumble to their feet, with Raide making it up before his opponent. He immediately goes for Phoenix once again and gives him a quick shot to the gut, but Phoenix remains as resilient as ever. He fires back with a martial arts like kick…and then another. Soon enough Phoenix is firing off at Raide like Lui Khan, confusing the champion while backing him into the corner. A seemingly possessed Rayne Phoenix keeps up with his attacking, hitting a backhandspring and knocking Raide’s head back when his wrestling boots connect with his chin.

The impact lifts Raide off his feet where he falls slumped in the corner of the ring at the mercy of Rayne Phoenix. Phoenix stands back with his head cocked to the side, staring at Raide through vicious, red eyes. He slowly stalks towards him and wraps his hand around Raide’s neck. Phoenix lifts the Platinum Champion to his feet, holding his throat in a vice-life grip. With Raide’s back pressed against the ring post Phoenix punches him square in the nose with a stiff right fist. He then raises his hand, digging his thumb into Raide’s left eyes as he howls loudly in agony. Showing his true sadist ways Phoenix stares at Raide as the crowd sits on the edge of their seats before sticking his fingers into his mouth with a Mandible Claw, leaving the champion to cough and gag, biting down on Phoenix’s fingers in an attempt to escape, but even as Raide draws blood Rayne Phoenix laughs sadistically, holding him at bay with “The Silencer”. As the much larger man between the two Phoenix lifts Raide up, his toes hovering just inches above the mat. He suddenly takes a few steps back and NAILS Raide with a small package driver!

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But Raide miraculously reverses the roll up!  

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The bell rings after Raide BARELY gets the three count!

Sammantha Jinx: And the winner is…JOHN RAIDE!!!

 

The scene opens up to show Layla and Kayla standing in front of the camera, and next to them is Mike Ryba, standing with his dark shades over his eyes and his arms folded. The fans cheer for his image as Kayla brings the mic up to her mouth.

Kayla: Hello PDW fans, standing next to me is the number one contender for the Platinum Championship.

Layla: And the resident emo, Mike Ryba.

As the fans cheer for his name and not Layla's comment, Ryba cuts his eyes to her before he brings up a finger.

Mike Ryba: Before I speak, I have to just handle something really quick..quick, look!

As Layla and Kayla look off screen, Ryba brings his hand up and mushes Layla in the back of the head, shoving her off screen as Kayla stands there wide eyed, bringing her look back to Ryba.

Mike Ryba: Snobby bitches don't get to hear my voice, take your ass down the hall and learn some manners.

Ryba looks back to Kayla. Who seems to what to say something, but doesn't as Ryba towers over her and is looking pissed off. He looks at Kayla and tosses out a fake smile.

Mike Ryba: Proceed.

Ryba folds his arms again and looks down as Kayla brings the mic back up, and begins to speak.

Kayla: Since you won your shot at the Platinum Championship, the current champion John Raide made it clear last week that he is out to prove that your nothing, and that he is the true and only champion PDW ever had. How do you feel on this?

Ryba looks at Kayla and then around.

Mike Ryba: John Raide is a champion, when the hell did that happen?

Kayla gets a confused look on her face as Ryba shrugs and continues to talk.

Mike Ryba: It doesn't surprise me at all really. Regardless of who walked out of that make shift Main Event that everyone is still talking about, they would try and take things away from me that they clearly, never will. But I guess I have to endure meaningless bullshit until Blind Fury, huh?

Kayla brings the microphone back as she asks her next question.

Kayla: And tonight you fight Julian Dark who has said that if you don't carefully protect your shot at the title, he will be the one to take it from you. Also saying that while you were on the sidelines he was in the Main Event, close to winning that title.

Mike Ryba brings his hand up and rubs his eyes.

Mike Ryba: I really am too tired for morons..

Ryba brings his hand down and looks at Kayla.

Mike Ryba: Trust me that I heard every word Julian Dark had to say. And as I sat there and listened, quite frankly all I heard was the same shit that I said, just with a nice lemon twist to it. It was like someone else narrating my life. Only the fact that all he said, was clearly, evident prior. But I am glad that he thinks for some reason he is going to 'pickpocket' my title shot, when my name is already pretty much set in stone, thanks to that contract I signed at Reckless Endangerment. But he can say whatever he wants to get that willy of his at attention..

Ryba nods as he breathes in and just smiles.

Mike Ryba: And yes, it seems that Julian Darks' humor manifested at the end of his little forty day rant. Well if you can classify that as humor. He can talk about how he busted his ass, how he was in the Main Event and I wasn't. But there is an eeny weeny detail he forgot to mention. And that is, now wait, listen to this...because it is golden. HE..LOST!

Ryba removed his shades and tossed them aside as he grabbed Kaylas' hand and brought the mic up and looked to the camera.

Mike Ryba: You see Julian, even when I don't bust my ass I still stand at the top of the food chain here in PDW. Unlike you when I get a big shot tossed in front of me, I don't drop the ball. I actually pick it up and run with it. You want to brag about what you accomplished in that little month. Well Julian guess what, you still didn't amount to shit at the end of it. And if you don't like that little reality check for you, you can apply your nutsack flavored chapstick and kiss my right ass cheek.

Ryba cracked his neck and looked at the camera and shook his head.

Mike Ryba: And if you managed to hear my words, I didn't have a lot of jokes floating in my head. I had a 'lack' of jokes. But since I heard your words, you managed to get me pissed off enough that I slightly escaped my sadness and let the flood gates open. You want to pull the trigger on me my dear friend..well..check this..

Ryba coughed a bit, clearing his throat.

Mike Ryba: As long as I am in the picture for that title, you will never see it. So I suggest this is what you do. Get on your little phone, call up your ex, or your current, or whatever the hell she is, Miss Farah Jamison. Take her out back, give her the dick behind the dumpster, and after that maybe she can spoon feed you the Platinum Title like she fed you the Glamorous Life Title back in the old days. See you out there lover boy!

Ryba smiles as he walks off the screen as the scene fades.

 

Standard Match

Mike Ryba vs Julian Dark

 

Sammantha Jinx: The following match up is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, coming straight from the New Jersey Shore…MIKE RYBA!!!

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

Sammantha Jinx: And his opponent, all the way from Eagle Rock, California…JULIAN DARK!!!

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

As expected, the two men circle on another in the ring as referee T.C. Payne looks on. Soon enough they lock up in the center. Ryba then overpowers Dark and throws him into a side headlock, but Julian manages to swing behind him to attempt an arm lock. Ryba suddenly snapmares Dark to the mat and the youngster quickly recovers. After flipping to his feet, Dark maneuvers around Ryba once again to lock him in an armbar, somewhat slowly the giant down. Dark tightens his hold on Ryba, keeping pressure who his arm as he slowly walks him to the nearest corner of the ring. Dark quickly switches tactics, still holding onto Ryba but going aerial as he makes his way to the top turnbuckle. He then leaps off, hitting Ryba with an impressive tornado DDT. Early on, Julian makes the cover.

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Ryba quickly kicks out, putting an end to Dark’s hopes of finishing this match quickly. Dark quickly jumps back, putting some space between him and Ryba as Ryba climbs to his feet. Immediately, Dark is off again, bouncing off the ropes, only to slide between Ryba’s legs and come out on the other side, There, Dark hits Ryba with an elbow smash to the back of the head. As Ryba leans forward from the blow, Dark throws on a side headlock of his own before he runs across the ring and bull dogs Ryba to the mat. He then rolls over onto Ryba’s back and locks him into a Boston crab. For a moment, the move does its just, but Dark just can’t seem to get it locked in completely.

Ryba is able to shake him off with almost little to no effort. But Dark keeps his faith, leaping back to his feet and hopping onto the second rope with a lionsault to Ryba. But as he goes for another cover Ryba doesn’t stay down long enough. He catches Dark off guard with a closed fist shot to the end, putting an end to the early dominance that he’s displayed. Dark stumbles back into the ropes as Ryba comes back to his feet. He charges across the ring just before Dark puts him back down with a drop toe hold. Dark now goes for a surfboard but Ryba crawls out quickly. Using this time to go for the gusto, Dark immediately runs to the corner and hops onto the turn buckle. He quickly leaps into the air with a flying crossbody. Ryba snatches him out of the air and takes him down with a body slam, going for the pin!

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Dark gets the shoulder up at the last minute, but even so, the crowd cheers on the former Champion as he pulls Dark to his feet. As soon as he is up Ryba chops him across the chest. Ryba continues to chop Dark, backing him up against the ropes. Ryba then clotheslines Dark hard, sending him sailing over the top rope and crashing onto the floor below. Dark rolls around outside of the ring for a moment and Ryba follows him out. He immediately begins stomping away at him and Julian scurries along on his hands and knees. Ryba viciously kicks him in the face as T.C. begins to count.

1…2…3…

Ryba lifts Dark up by the hair and bounces his head off the announcer’s table.

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Dark manages to throw his elbow into Ryba’s mouth, backing him off of him for a moment before Dark then follows up with a vicious superkick that connects perfectly.

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Going to retrieve Ryba, Dark bends down to pick him up but Ryba kicks his feet out from under him, causing Dark to call forward, hitting his head on the ring apron. Ryba then uses the ring to pull himself up to his feet. He then grabs Dark by the hair, spins him around and tosses him back into the ring before rolling in after him. As T.C. ceases the count, Ryba begins to stomp Dark again before he lifts him to his feet. Ryba suddenly locks on a modified rear naked choke, cutting off Dark’s air supply. Dark struggles to catch a breath while attempting to find an opening anywhere to break out of Ryba’s grasp, but the much bigger and stronger man holds on. As Dark clearly is beginning to lose energy, he finds the strength to elbow Ryba in the ribcage, breaking the hold. But Ryba quickly surprises him with a release tiger suplex, bridging into a pin!

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3…no! Dark kicks out just before T.C.’s hand hits the mat for the final time! Both men lie in the ring, breathing hard and trying to regain their composure. Ryba is back on his feet in no time while Dark slowly staggers to his. He then quickly goes at Ryba with a clothesline, missing by mere inches as Ryba is almost unable to duck the move due to his height. Dark then spins around only for Ryba to slaps his arms around him and toss him over his head and the ropes with a belly to belly suplex, but Dark impressively hangs onto to the ropes as his sails past them, saving himself from hitting the hard floor outside. He flips himself back inside the ring and right into the arms of Ryba and a fall away slam. Dark rolls across the ring and right under the bottom rope, lingering just at the ring’s edge. As Ryba stalks towards him, Dark manages to get off a quick sweep kick, taking Ryba’s legs right out from under him. He falls forward into the ropes which propel him backwards. Dark quickly scrambles across the ring and covers him.

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Ryba kicks out with authority as Dark slams his hand down onto the mat in frustration, obviously feeling that there is much at stake for him in this match. With a huff, he begins to climb to his feet, dragging Ryba with him. He hits Ryba with a chop block. He follows up with a stiff punch to the gut, forcing Ryba back into the ropes, near the turnbuckles where he can obviously be more dangerous if he gets to the top. He then bounces off the ropes and comes back at Ryba with a springboard dropkick to the knee that causes Ryba to drop down to one knee. Seeing that Ryba is pretty much still standing, Dark hits the ropes once again, returning with a split legged moonsault to his opponent. But as Ryba goes down and Julian attempts to pin him once again Ryba quickly tosses the high flyer off, not even giving T.C. the chance to drop down.  The two of them climb to their feet once again. Dark and Ryba quickly run at one another, exchanging blow after blow, the two evenly matched men trying to get the upper hand and put the match to an end at last. Dark lands in an uppercut but Ryba quickly answer him with a knee to the gut. With Dark doubled over, Ryba sets him up for a powerbomb. The fans rise to their feet screaming in frenzy as Ryba lifts dark up onto his shoulders, but Dark suddenly reverses the momentum with a hurricanrana, holding firmly onto Ryba’s legs for the count! T.C. drops down with a speedy count!

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Ryba loosens Dark’s hold!

3!!!

But it’s too late! The bell rings!

Sammantha Jinx: And the winner of this match…JULIAN DARK!!!

 

The camera fades into ringside from the commercial break.

David Wright: What a night we've seen so far here on Disclosure!
 
Reggie Stallworth: No doubt Dave.
 
Suddenly the lights in the arena go out.

David Wright: Looks like the night is young though.

Reggie Stallworth: Who the hell turned out the li...

"Start with straight shots and then Pop Bottles!"

David Wright: Oh my...

Reggie Stallworth: No way in hell...

"Flirt with the Hood Rats and then Pop Models!"

"Start with straight shots and then Pop Bottles!"

"Flirt with the Hood Rats and then Pop Models!"

The arena explodes into thunderous cheers as pyro explodes all over the stage area.

David Wright: Everyone was told he wouldn't even BE here tonight!

Reggie Stallworth: They was wrong...

David Wright: DEAD wrong.

Reggie Stallworth: Nice choice of words...

When the explosions end, we see a figure standing with his head down in the smoke. As it fades away, the arena gets even louder to see none other than the Miracle Boy himself, Jake Matthews, wearing a pair of faded blue jeans with a with nexgen t-shirt. He lifts his head and looks around the arena before slowly limping down the ramp towards the ring. The small bandage on the back of his head give away his battle scars from the PPV.

Reggie Stallworth: Everyone thought this boy was D-E-A-D!

David Wright: They don't call him the Miracle Boy for nothin, ya know.

Jake finally reaches the ring, but instead of sliding under the ropes as usual, he walks over to the steel steps and makes good use of them. He makes his way inside the ring and walks to the center. The crowd is going absolutely nuts. A loud -MATTHEWS- chant breaks out among the fans.

Reggie Stallworth: One moment they hate him, the next second they love him. Wish they would make up their damn minds!

David Wright: Love him or hate him, you DAMN sure have to respect him. He shouldn't even BE here tonight, yet here he is.

Jake motions for a mic and soon after, one is tossed into the ring. He catches it in mid air as he looks around the arena, smirking the entire time. As he brings the mic to his lips, the crowd slowly dies down.

Jake Matthews: Reckless Endangerment.. was just that. Reckless. Bodies were broken. Egos were bruised. Champions were crowned. It was a night no one will ever forget. It was the night that the superstars of the Platinum Dynasty showed the world what they were made of, and they put every single promotion on notice that we.. were.. back... but you see, that night has more meaning to me than you know. That night is a night I will not soon forget... but how could I?

Jake motions with his head towards the PlatinumTron that has just kicked on.

David Wright: What the hell is Star doing?!

Reggie Stallworth: I don’t fuckin’ know!

Star wraps her jacket around the neck of an unsuspecting Jake Matthews and pulls it tight! Jake’s back slams against the Chamber as an immediate shock shoots through his body!  The barbed wire cuts into his flesh as the vengeful Star tightens the jacket around his neck, choking Jake Matthews so severely that he begins turning blue in the face as his entire body trembles.

Reggie Stallworth: Oh my God she has LOST her damn mind!

David Wright: Someone needs to stop this!

The other competitors continue to battle in the ring as Star holds Jake hostage, wrapping the jacket around her fists, pulling it even tighter. Droplets of blood hit the floor at Jake’s feet from the wounds on his back. His eyes begin to roll back in his head as the shock continues to travel through him. Star’s pretty face is twisted in sick satisfaction as she abuses a suffering Jake Matthews mercilessly. A single streak of blood drops from his nose as his body goes completely limp. He hangs from Star’s jacket as motionless as a corpse. She finally lets go and watches as Matthews drops to floor.
David Wright: Jesus H. Christ. Someone really needs to check on him.

Reggie Stallworth: Security, EMT’s, anybody! This is not even about the entertainment anymore. This is fucked up! He’s not moving!

Inside the ring, Raide executes a vertical suplex onto Julian Dark. By chance, his had swivels around and catches a glimpse of the near lifeless Matthews laying outside of the ring. There are only the three of them left so this naturally confuses Raide. He climbs to his feet and searches around before his eyes fall on Star outside of the Chamber. Their eyes meet for a moment. Star then suddenly turns away and heads away from the Chamber and up the ramp, walking from the scene as if she’s had no part in it. Raide suddenly rolls out of the ring and scampers to the side of Matthews, looking down at him with a look of pure shock and confusion. He lifts Jake’s head and pulls up one of his eyelids. Raide suddenly slaps Matthews across the face, but receives absolutely no reaction. Just as this happens EMT’s begin to rush down to the ring while T.C. Payne opens the Chamber for them. They each file inside, collecting the still unconscious Jake Matthews and loading him onto a stretcher. The EMT’s then exit the Chamber as T.C. locks it behind them, carrying Matthews with them as they go.

The camera fades back to ringside where Jake is now leaning against the turnbuckle. The fans are boo'ing loudly at what they have just once again watched. Jake pushes himself up and walks to the center of the ring, shaking his head.

Jake Matthews: She's not the person you should be booing. I got what I asked for. I deserved every single volt of electricity that ran through my body. I earned every scar now burnt into my back. Karma is a bitch, and I felt her wrath... am I bitter for what Star did to me?

Jake shook his head.

Jake Matthews: No. I played with her buttons. I pushed her to the edge. I fucked with her head. I knew exactly how to get to her. I knew exactly what to do to make her snap. I know her too well... and I even knew she would finally snap when she saw me inside that ring, so close to her precious Platinum Title. I knew what she was going to do before it even ran through her mind... and I don't blame her one bit.

Jake starts pacing inside the ring.

Jake Matthews: That is why I'm here tonight. That is why I came back. I'm here to make amends so to speak. I'm going to give Star exactly what she wants... I'm going to give Star Renee Lithegos Deveraux exactly what she has wanted since the rebirth of the Dynasty...

With those words, Jake pulls some rolled up papers from his back pocket.
 
Jake Matthews: ...my Platinum Dynasty contract... but like all things, this too comes with a price... a heavy price. She wants me gone from here. Fine. She wants my career? Fine. She wants my life? Fine. She can have it... but she's going to have to fucking TAKE IT from me!

The crowd pops loudly ay Jake's intensity.

Jake Matthews: Star should know me well enough to know that I back down from no one.

Just then, “Flashing Lights” by Kanye West hits the speakers. The already amped crowd immediately explodes once again, but the reaction is surprisingly mixed.

Reggie Stallworth: And there she is! Pure perfection!

David Wright: Wow, this just keeps getting better and better.

Star steps onto the stage, dressed in a white and gold form fitting tunic sweater, dark blue jeans and stiletto boots, the PDW owner glances around the crowd, not knowing how to react to the somewhat negative ovation she’s receiving. The look on her face is obvious confusion. She even looks somewhat disappointed at it all.


Reggie Stallworth: Yo…I know these people ain’t booing her?

David Wright: It sure sounds like some of them are. But after what she did to Matthews I don’t really blame them. That was way over the top!

Reggie Stallworth: Naw, man. Even that man knows he deserved it. He just said so!

With a mic in hand, Star doesn’t move from her spot on the stage. She instead looks ahead at her employee and ex as he stares at her intensely. As her music begins to die down Star slowly raises her mic.

Star: It’s good to see you up and about, Jake. And I’m not trying to patronize you. I really mean that. There was a lot that happened at Reckless Endangerment that should not have happened. As a matter of fact a lot has happened in PDW period since the day we returned that should not have happened. And one of those things just happens to be you.

Reggie Stallworth: Yeah, that’s right! Tell ‘em!

The crowd doesn’t hesitate to show their disapproval of her words. The chorus of boos they let out is almost deafening.

Star: You all can be as angry with me as you’d like but even while I’m not proud of what I’ve done I wouldn’t take it back for anyone. I think you know this as well as I do, Jake. PDW, as well as a lot of the people in it, are better off without you. The first night you came back was NOT for PDW. Hell, you tried your hardest to RUIN the damn show proving that you don’t give a shit about this company! The only reason you returned was due to a personal vendetta against me! And I don’t need superstars who do not have PDW’s best interest at heart in my company. Plain and simple! You have been nothing but a virus to this company since you walked back in it. And I don’t need a man around who does not know how to let go of the past and move on with his life. And that’s just where our relationship is, Jake. In…the…past. It’s over. Done with. Never coming back. And hopefully what happened at Reckless Endangerment helped you realize that. I don’t want your career, Jake. And I certainly don’t want your life. I just want you out of mine. So you can come out here and rally these people against me with your limp and inspirational speech all you want to. If I have to TAKE that contract from you then that’s exactly what I’m going to do, for the good of myself as well as PDW!

She pauses, staring back at him, the seriousness in her eyes undeniable.

David Wright: Strong words from the Glittering Goddess.

Reggie Stallworth: Damn right. You could cut this tension with a damn knife!

David Wright: And knowing Star, she just might…and cut Jake while she’s at it.

Reggie Stallworth: Hey, hey, hey. Shut the hell up!

Star: So if what you say is true, baby, then I will most certainly take you up on that offer. Apparently many believe that I “robbed” you of the Platinum Championship. They say that had I not done what I did there’s a great chance that the belt would now be strapped around your waist and not John Raide’s. So with that being said I think we both have the chance to right our supposed wrongs. At Blind Fury…we’ll both get a shot at what it is we want. Now, if you win, you’ll get your chance at John Raide when I say so…one on one…no interference.

The fans go wild at the mention of another potentially epic meeting between the Miracle Boy and the Crimson King.

Star: But if I win…your time in PDW is done…forever. You will leave this company as well as this city and NEVER come back. The Dynasty and the Miracle Boy will be as through as you and I are. So you might as well start packing those bags now, Jake. Because these will be your last few weeks under my roof.

“Flashing Lights” quickly hits the speakers once again as Star tosses her mic onto the stage. Her eyes meet with Jake’s one last time before she storms off the scene.

David Wright: Ladies and gentlemen, you’ve all just witnessed it! A moment we’ve all been waiting for! Jake Matthews and Star Deveraux in the ring at Blind Fury!!!

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