The
Dynasty Spectrum, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Saturday February 24th 2007
Erik Harris
Drusilla Clayborne
Brandon Clayborne
Mike Ryba
Latrisha Lamarte
Shane Meras
Michael Mercer
Kindred London
Jake Matthews
The screen then shows the faces on a double screen in tonight’s matches for the tournament.
Ember Vs Shane Meras
Brandon Clayborne Vs Latrisha Lamarte
Kindred London Vs Julian Dark
Jake Matthews Vs Nightmare
Michael Mercer Vs Drusilla Clayborne.
The camera then fades into other wrestlers preparing to get ready for standard matches. Kirsta Lewis and Rayne Young, exiting their limo. Then the screen skips to KibbyD slipping on her cowboy boots in her locker room, she flips her hair and gives the camera a great big smile. Instantly the screen changes and an image of Vincent Bank appear in his locker room with Nightmare and Ember.
The camera then fades back to the arena and the crowd is jumping up and down in their seat, shouting, cheering and whistling. A couple of fans flag the camera down with one hand, as hey hold their handmade signs up with the other. “Ember lights my fire”, “I love Mike Ryba”, “B.C and D.C are hot!”
The music begins to die down and the camera scans the whole arena. You can see Star walking into the arena with her hand in her pocket with a light smile on her face. The camera then switches to Amaya where she is swallowing a corona with another woman in her office. And finally a shot of Farah giving Julian Dark a peck on the lips. The camera catches a glimpse of the arena once more and the lights flicker on and off and then flashes towards David Wright and Ryde Rass.
David Wright: Welcome Ladies and Gentlemen and all television viewers! Well here with are and here is another night of Disclosure!
Ryde Rass: Yessir, people! We have another good show to bring you tonight as most of are cards are in round number two in the running for Platinum status!
David Wright: Yes and we also have standard matches for the people who just didn’t make it in the tournament.
Ryde Rass: We have a lot of tension floating in the air, because people!...they are ripping each other apart for the title…let me tell you.
David Wright: That’s right! Grueling fights right after another.
Ryde Rass: This ain’t no American Idol….it’s getting close to the nitty gritty.
David Wright: A fight to the end and its worth seeing! So don’t change that remote and don’t go anywhere because when we come back all the fun and action begin!
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The camera pans into the arena and now Amaya is standing in the middle of the ring with her friend Nina standing tall next to her waving to the crowd. Amaya smiles and throws her hands up as her and her friend circle the ring and “Money Maker” by Ludacris begins to play amongst the arena and the light switch from green and gold as the crowd mixes in cheers and boos. Amaya walks slowly to Jacob DeSanto, she gives him a kiss on the cheek as she takes the microphone from him. She pets him on the head and she makes her way towards the middle of the ring. Nina stands next to her and crosses her arms. Amaya brings the microphone to her mouth.
Amaya: Ladies and Gentlemen, Bitches and Haters, I know you see me!
The crowd goes crazy as a close up shot come up to her face.
Amaya: I just wanted to come out tonight, like I have been to let ya’ll know…what’s been going on….
Amaya looks over to Nina and gives her a smirk.
Amaya: Ladies and Gentlemen, I guess you really don’t know about how I am and what me, Star and Farah are about. [Pauses] Now I have to say that we are one crazy trio. A trio not to be fucked with…
Amaya starts pacing in the ring as she addresses the crowd.
Amaya: Now…there been a couple of you have grown the not so smart set of balls around her and some who actually lost those balls and was man enough to apologize to get those balls back. [Pauses] But even the new people feel like they can push buttons.
Amaya leans her body against the ropes.
Amaya: But let me tell you some thing and ya’ll better hear it good and go home and tell your bimbo girlfriends and your gased up male buddies,, that PDW is the wrong fucking place to walk all up in here all high and mighty.
Nina nods her head in agreement.
Amaya: It is not a joke, Ladies and Gentlemen. You come here to fight. You don’t come in here for your looks, and to brag about how much cash you got or how big your dingly is. This shit just got real and me and my girls ain’t going to be wasting our precious time on you fuck ass haters.
Amaya pushes her body off the ropes and walks back to the middle.
Amaya: Now if you dare to cross the trio then this would be the result of your actions. [Pauses] Bring it in, boys!
The lights flicker as two big men bring a body shaped pile, covered in a black sheet. They throw the pile on the inside of the ring and Nina pulls the covers back. Laying on the floor was Korupt Loc tied up and squirming around with tape over his mouth.
Amaya: You see this, ladies and gentlemen….Loc here thought he was so big and BAD. He thought he could just slam people around and rob them.
Amaya keeps her eyes on him as she moves around.
Amaya: He’s a rotten apple of the bunch, spoiling shit with drama and greed. He thinks he’s all street but I got that game better then he’ll ever know.
Amaya bends over and begins to remove all of his jewelry. She slid his thick chain over her neck. She placed his pinky ring on her thumb and she placed his watch on her wrist. Kurupt looked at her wide eyed.
Amaya: My point is that you guys have to have respect! RESPECT! Whether you like it or not….That’s why all the drama starts! Now keep in mind that we are running a business and you ARE going to do your job. If you got a problem with that you better pack yo shit! Don’t think they we won’t embarrass your asses either!!!
Amaya steps back and kicks Korupt on his side. She smiles and looks back at the crowd who is now booing. Amaya starts laughing and she signals to Nina. Nina bends down and rips off all his clothing, down to his boxers. Amaya then signals for the two men to come in the ring. They pick Korupt Loc up and stands him up facing towards Amaya. Amaya upper cuts him in the jaw with her right hand. Then she strikes the microphone upside his head. A loud screeched sound followed by a pop is heard and the crowd laughs.
Amaya: [Looks at Loc in his eyes] Bitch…you’re fired!
Loc gives her a glare and the two men begin to carry him out.
Amaya: As for the rest of yous….Keep in mind, who you are messin’ with….other than that enjoy your trip to Platinum Status….
Amaya and Nina slide out of the ring and “Money maker begins to play again. Amaya hands Jacob the mic. And exits the arena..
Ryde Rass: That’s my cousin, ya’ll!
David Wright: Amaya is a mean one.
Ryde Rass: The bitch is ghetto to the tee. I like to see you fuck with her, Dave.
David Wright: I wouldn’t…I like my job.
Ryde Rass: [Exhales] Man she can be crucial. The bosses are fucking pretty lookin’ but women are crazy!
David Wright: Indeed, that’s why I’m single with a pet fish.
Ryde Rass: Dave…nevermind. Our first match is coming up as we see KibbyD go up against Kirsta Lewis.
David Wright: Stay tuned people!
The scene cuts to backstage where you see Brandon walking toward his locker room along with Arianna at his side. You hear Brandon’s name being called and he tells Arianna go on , then hands her his gym bag before turning his attention toward the direction of the voice. He immediately finds a camera in his face along with a microphone as PDW interviewer Savon Sem now stands in front of Brandon ready to ask the tough questions.
Savon Sem: Brandon , May I have a word with you?
Brandon: Ease back a bit. You don’t need to bust me in the mouth to get me to talk. Just ask and it shall be answered.
Savon Sem: First congratulations on making it to this round but now there are some rumors that Vincent may have a thing for you, Oddly as it sounds.
Brandon: No, what’s odd is the one guy in the front row out there that actually believes Latrisha’s boobs are real
You hear a loud crash causing both Savon and Brandon to jump. Brandon starts to laugh causing Savon to wonder what was wrong.
Brandon: Sorry, It was some chairs. For a minute I thought it was one of Latrisha’s implants blowing up cause she tried to squeeze them into a shirt that was made for a 4 year old. Anyway Vincent’s just a joke. If he gets a hard on for me that’s his business but I don’t swing that way. I will however, swing a chair at his head if he even thinks of looking at me funny
Savon Sem: It also seems you have a problem with a man by the name of Nightmare.?
Brandon: Who? Oh you mean the guy that jumped me just cause he didn’t like me. What we should do is hook him up with Vincent. Let them work out their issues in a shower seen for some x-rated movie and leave the tough guy act to the real thugs. Thouh if homeboy wanted some attention why ot just ask. Now I know he exist in PDW and Deadly Breed will just have to do something about that…
Brandon notices a shadow of someone around the corner and tries to make out who it is just in case it was someone wanting to attack as Savon Sem asked another question.
Savon Sem: I seems your plate s full. Will that hinder your concentration against Latrisha?
Brandon:You're trippin’. I always have a full plate and handle it just fine. You’ll find that out later. S far as Latrisha all I hear is she’s unbeatable this, she’s unbeatable that. You’d think her name was robopussy or something like that. She’s just another opponent. The fact that she hasn’t been beaten just means she hasn’t met the one to beat her yet. You see I’m still full of jokes. Still having a good time and still being who I am. I’m going to stay being who I am now , in the match, after the match, next month next year. That’s what’s wrong with people they believe the hype. She’s a wrestler. In history you ever see a wrestler stay undefeated their whole career. She can spin around like in the old wonder woman show and turn into Wonder Bitch for all I care. I’m still facing a wrestler and any wrestler ca be beaten at one time or another. So then what makes her different. Guys wanna do her and girls wanna be her. Me It’ll just be my turn on top of her soon like everyone else
Savon Sem: Excuse Me…
Brandon: 3 seconds…think about it. Just tell her make sure she has a clean diaper on. It’s already bad enough it’ll take a week to wash the funk of 40,000 men she’s been with off my body as it is. *Laughs* In all seriousness thee games are over and you better believe I came to win tonight. Tomorrow she can wake up call me a pun that got lucky, Say she wasn’t at the top of her game blame it on the flu for all care but if she misses one step inside that ring tonight, that one step will be everything and all I need to move on to that next round. After that she can whine say she was sick make excuses call me the luckiest SOB on the planet because if being the luckiest SOB instead of the best is what won me the match. Then you better believe I’m a Son Of A Bitch and proud of it.
Brandon walks around the corner and comes face to face with Vincent who walks around Brandon looking him up and down. Brandon stands for a moment with a “This is BS look on his face” before grabbing Vincent’s shoulder and forcing him to turn and face him.
Brandon: Interesting little fantasy you got going for yourself. Yeah you’re real funny but tell me how funny was it to get t your but kicked last week. I suggest you keep those fantasies to yourself and stay the hell out of my way partner.
Vincent: Or what I’ll get spanking?
Brandon: *rubbing his chin* Check this out…
Brandon shoves Vincent and Vincent comes back with a punch but before it could go any further, security rush in pulling them apart. Brandon breaks free from security, stares Vincent down for a moment and then walks away.
KibbyD vs Kirsta Lewis
Jacob DeSanto: Now
the first match for the evening is
scheduled for one fall..Introducing first, from
Ryde Rass:
Now I've been sitting patiently at home waiting for this match all
week Dave..I'm gonna get to see my girl Kibby D take on Kirsta in
what's going
to one hell of a match.
David Wright: You
got that right Ryde, Kibby D is out to prove herself here
after suffering that loss by the hand of Drusilla last week.
The arena lights go down
as "Animal" by Nickleback pipes though the
arena's PA system. There is a loud thundering roar as a huge Harley
appears at
the entrance. It stops as its engine roars even louder. Kirsta Lewis
appears
dressed all in black leather and a motorcycle helmet, covering her
head. As the
music stops, the engine roars and she rides the bike down to the
ringside area.
Circling the ring three times before it stops and is turned off. Kirsta
slides
off the bike and pushes the kick stand down. Looking around the arena
and walking
over to the ring steps, mounting them slowly sliding though the ring
ropes and
standing there, waiting.
Ryde Rass:
See if she would have taken by advice and brought out that BBQ sauce
like I keep telling her..then maybe she would have won the match!
Jacob DeSanto:
And her opponent for this match. Coming from
"Turn It Up" By Paris
Hilton blasts the spears and KibbyD steps from
behind the stage curtains wearing Daisy Dukes bottoms a Plaid Halter
top some
Cowgirl boots and Elbow pads. She flips her long blonde hair with her
left hand
as she holds her dog Daisy with her right hand. The ditzy KibbyD blows
kisses
to the fans and begins to walk down the ramp while tagging the fans of
her
hands along the way. When she reaches the ring she slowly walks up the
steel
ring steps and makes her way onto the ring apron. KibbyD holds onto the
ring
ropes then swings her hair and very slowly stepping under the middle
rope.
KibbyD then prances around the ring blowing kiss and then exit the ring
to hand
Daisy over to the time keeper and enters back into the ring
Ryde Rass:
There she is Dave, isn't she a sight..my futute ex-wife..damn!
David Wright:
Hmm I see her.
Kibby D looks straight
at Kirsta smirking at her and then starts to look down
at her nails not really carrying for the match at all. Kirsta just
gives her a
disgusted look for her attitude and then marches to her by taking a
full chunk
of her hand into her hands, she slaps her across the face and then
swings her
toward the ropes, Kirsta then connects with a stiff kick to the
midsection and
then once again takes Kibby D's hair and snaps it her head back to the
mat
floor with force. The crowd cheers her on as she begins to ram the head
of
Kibby D down to the mat before she starts to slap her several times in
the
face, Kibby D just tries to cover herself from the aggressive attack
from
Kirsta, but Kirsta looks determined and now starts to punch her square
in the
face with some punches, finally now Kirsta takes hold of Kibby's hair
and picks
her up with some force, Kibby looks a bit dazed and holds on to her
hair in
pain, Kirsta now nails a stiff knee to the ribs of Kibby and then flips
her
over making her land ass first into the mat. Kirsta now runs to the
ropes and
then connects with a boot to the stomach, Kibby D right away holds her
midsection in pain and starts to crawl the ring, but Kirsta once again
doesn’t
allow her to recover and goes back to work on her, she gets in some
kicks to
the stomach then picks her back up, Kirsta then sends her crashing
toward the
corner post where Kibby D connects to them hard, full speed now, Kirsta
nails a
Monkey flip on Kibby D who held down to her back in pain as she crashed
the floor
hard.
Ryde Rass:
Kirsta looks relentless!
David Wright:
I guess she just wants to prove herself as well Ryde.
Two...
Thre...Kirsta just in time gets her hands up and jams a elbow to the face of Kibby D who holds her chin in pain, Kirsta elbows her once again, but this time Kibby D fights back by getting in some hard face slaps on Kirsta. The two girls now start exchanging blows left and right until Kibby D pokes Kirsta in the face with her two fingers, Kirsta holds her eyes in pain and Kibby D starts to smile for her what she did. Next, Kibby D punches Kirsta square in the face and then Irish whips her to the ropes, Kirsta comes back and Kibby D connects with a Spinning Back kick to the midsection of Kirsta taking the wind right out of her, Kirsta bends her body over holding to her ribs in pain as she starts to let some air get into her throat, but Kibby D then plants her with a "Crazy Lovie" Twist Of Fate..she covers her quickly, but before the three count Kirsta gets her feet on the ropes. This upsets Kibby gravely as she starts to slam the head of Kirsta on the mat floor by force and anger; she then picks her up roughly taking full hold of the hair and sending flying to the outside.
David Wright: It looks like your baby girl is also showing just how tough she can be in there Ryde..she might just win this match if she keeps dogging Kirsta that way.
Ryde Rass: That's my future ex-wife for ya, she knows just how to take care of business...just like in the bed!
David Wright: I just want to hear you say all of this while she's present one day.
Kirsta lands hard outside the ring as Kibby D celebrates on the inside. Kirsta now looks like she was getting some air on her lungs as well some strength, she takes hold of the ropes using them as leverage to get back up on the ring, but Kibby D comes running from the other side with a spear sending Kirsta right back down to the outside where she landed pretty hard with the barricade. Kibby D smiles at this as she slides herself from the bottom ropes looking at Kirsta with enjoyment. T.C Carte then can be heard yelling at both ladies to get back inside the ring, but Kibby D all ready had Kirsta by the hair, she plants her with a Snap suplex on the outside floor before picking her right back up and nailing the "Houston Rocket" Bulldog connecting with the ground floor hard. Kibby D looks back up at T.C who started to count them both out, but she's smart enough to get back inside the ring. T.C rolls her eyes at her in disapproval before she goes to the outside to attend on an obviously hurt Kirsta who hit the floor hard when Kibby D planted her with one of her signature moves.
Ryde Rass: This match is so hot Dave..damn look at my baby just stand there looking so sexy.
David Wright: I'm just shocked you haven't mentioned the BBQ sauce yet.
Ryde Rass: Well, now that you brought it up Dave, If my baby wanted to win this match quick all she had to do was take the BBQ out and throw it over her shirt
David Wright: But how will that get her to win the match?
Ryde Rass: ....Umm I don't know, but I'll be glad to lick it off her though!
Kibby D who was inside the ring looks back to the outside as Kirsta was still on the floor with T.C Carter checking on her to see if she was injured, Finally having enough of this she goes right back down, she pushes T.C out of the way and mounts Kirsta on the floor, she starts to nail her with some stiff punches on her face and then begins to ram her face hard on the ground floor. T.C tries to get her off, but Kibby D just pushes her away from her. She picks up Kirsta and drags her back inside the ring. Kibby then goes on and scratches the eyes of Kirsta blinding her for the time being. following that Kibby D Irish whips Kirsta to the ropes, she nails in a boot to the stomach and then a slap for good measure, then she begins to place Kirsta over the top rope but Kirsta manages to reverse it and place Kibby D in the corner post. Kirsta now begins to back hand slap Kibby D's chest getting the crowd to join each time she nailed her hand on the chest, Although Kibby D tried to hold her off by taking hold of her hair as they both start rolling around the ring in an old fashioned "Catfight", Kirsta manages to get herself on top of this one and proceeds in ripping off the shirt of Kibby D leaving her Pink Bra exposed for the entire crowd.
Ryde Rass: Wooohoooo!
Kibby D holds herself in shock as she scratches the eyes of Kirsta once again. Kirsta falls back and holds to her eyes in pain not looking anywhere. Kibby D holds herself in anger and then runs to the other side, full speed; she connects on the unsuspecting Kirsta with her "One Nite Stand" Spear taking her out. She then picks her up roughly by the hair and begins yelling at her for what she did to her shirt, Kibby D then sends her crashing to the corner post where she starts to choke her with her boots, finally causing some damage she slaps her in the face and then places herself in the top rope, she takes hold of the hair of Kirsta and begins to choke her out in the corner, but out of nowhere Kirsta flips Kibby D down to the mat. Kibby D goes right back up but Kirsta connects with some Clotheslines and punches to the face of Kibby, she takes Kibby D now and sends her to the ropes, she comes back, but Kibby D manages to duck down the clothesline and then kicks Kirsta square in the face with her finisher "Bytch Kick" nearly taking her head off...she covers her...
One..
Two...
Three!!!
Kibby D slams Kirsta's head down in the mat once more probably still being upset for ripping off her shirt. Kibby D now stands up and starts to walk around the ring proud of her victory tonight.
Jacob DeSanto: Here is your winner....KIBBY D!!!!
Kindred London: Yo Matthews ... I heard your homeboy Shane Meras recently dumped you like the sack of shit you are. Seemingly that little kid of yours you bring around ... what's his name ...
London thinks for a moment.
Kindred London: Nikkon ... yeah, that's it. Nikkon is scared to fly back to Philly and stay there. Doesn't it hurt when the world is against you. Still the brave one from Louisville. You continue to try and stay hard, while knowing inside, you're crying like like a skimpy little, whiny, bitch.
Kindred London: That's okay. I listened to that promo of yours. Real fly there, Mister Matthews. Now the shit stinks when it's in the other hand. Meras hates you, Erik, hates you, Loc' hates you, and you know Bombay dislikes your bitch ass. See, I on the other hand. I don't hate. I don't have a reason to hate. I'm much much better than you. I dislike your 'type'. The one who wants to be the main focus. Everybody had told me about you, before I joined up. I took as if a brush-off, seeing you a cool person. But as usual, some never really listen. Yeah, I didn't listen to them when they told me to watch out for you. You want to achieve the chance to be PDW's 'Numero Uno'? It takes more than ego to accomplish that feat'.
London backs up a bit signaling for the camera-man to come along.
Kindred London: This is a message, Matthews. You want to send out issue threats. So am I. I'm here to take you down. You're still getting pussy-whipped. You tend to try and be a player, when you ain't a damn thing. But come here, check this out.
London leads the camera man to none other than Jake Matthew's room, as it is completely destroyed. Room and everything. The door completely knocked off the hinges, as it lays on the floor. London picks up the can of spray-paint.
Kindred London: It's a damn shame, isn't it?!
Kindred shakes the can hard, as he sprays slowly onto the door. The letters come to shape. "EC - 4 - LYFE!" with the hand and the middle finger stuck up. Kindred smiles at his creativeness.
Kindred London: See, you may have gotten that lucky win over me a couple of weeks ago. You said it's going to take alot to stop you? You said not a mother [BLEEP] can stop you? We'll just see about that, mister. You say F[bleep] all .... well F[bleep] you too! You might want to watch your back Matthews, ... there's some angry people looking to take you out. I'm not the only one.
Kindred drops the spray can, as he leaves the scene, as the camera-man gets one more clear look at the havoc being done in Matthew's room. The camera fades out, back to ringside.
- Sinfully Ambitious -
"Riot" By Three Days Grace blasts through the speakers, the crowd jumps to their feet giving Sean a mixed reaction, and Sean makes his way from behind the curtain looking around with a smirk on his face. The expression on his face made it seem like he had no care in the world, he slowly turns and points to the curtain, Vincent and Ember make they're way from behind the curtain and the fire pyro blasts from the top of the stage and the sides of the ramp while the two play to the crowd, they meet up with Sean who was waiting patiently at the end of the ramp, Sean and Vincent climb on the apron and push the rope down for Ember to climb in. Sean follows behind, while Vincent continues to look around and play to the crowd laughing as he listens to the mix reaction from the crowd. Vincent turns and enters the ring and the music slowly fades away. Sean walks around for a little bit, before he finally snatches the mic away from the ring announcer.
Sean: This is hilarious, you guys are out here taunting me, and booing me like that is suppose to hurt my feelings. I mean come on, I am tired of letting you people walk all over me. All you do is take advantage of me, and I'm tired of it. You laugh at me, like last week when I had a match against Latrisha Lamarte, you people laughed because I lost. You made me feel even worst, because I lost to a damn woman, don't get me wrong because Latrisha has talent but I had that match. I should of won.
Crowd boos.
Sean: I guess you people expect for me to be the nice guy, well not anymore because I am a new person, a new style, a new attitude and yes new friends.
Sean looks over at Vincent and Ember, and he smiles.
Sean: We are going to change this federation around, rise to the top and make sure we make a name for ourselves. There is one person I would like to address, and that person is Dynamic Dynamite, a so called porn star, a fake, and a bitch! I can't stand the man, or should I say boy. I guess he feels powerful, or the luckiest man alive because he can go out and bang any girl he wants or that's what he thinks, but the truth is he can only bang the sluts that he messes around with in his low budget porno flicks which does nothing for me. I rather watch a pig sleep then watch any of his movies, because they put me right to sleep.
Crowd boos even louder.
Sean: I could care less whether you like my comments or not, I have a problem with the guy and I am sending out an open challenge, any time, and show, whether it's Disclosure or at the Pay Per View, I want to face him one on one and no not in a sexual way but more of me kicking your ass. I'm ready for his response; I'm ready for the homophobic comments and all the other bullshit that straight men would probably say.
Sean smiles as the crowd is shocked from the new attitude that Sean is giving off. He hands the mic over to Vincent.
Vincent:Just like my boy Sean was saying, it's basically the same with me. I feel like you people don't take me seriously, but I really don't care right now. Last week Ember and I went up against the fake ass Mr. & Mrs. Smith or should I say Mr. & Mrs. Clayborne, the hardest couple in PDW. But I don't look at them like that; I look at them as the most ridiculous couple in PDW. Brandon talks all this trash, about how he beat me and blah! blah! BLAH! Yo, dude all I can say is shut the hell up, no one cares. You won a match, move on with your life. You make in fun of me because I curse, that's what I do playboy, that's all me.
Vincent laughs.
Vincent: Seriously Brandon, say what you want, because all that shit you pop out your mouth really don't bother me. You won, good for you. If you want a cookie and glass a milk then I will be more then happy to ask my mother to bake you some and deliver them to you personally, share some cookies with you and then punch you in your face for being so damn annoying. Yo, you are like a bug that flies around you and doesn't stop, and just irritate the hell out of you. I guess your scared, or maybe just hiding. It will be funny when your sweet ass come out the closet though, I know what your hiding.
Vincent walks around the ring laughing as the crowd continues to boo him.
Vincent: But it's time to get serious now, and I came out here to say that since I've joined forces with Ember and Nightmare. I feel a lot stronger now, and I am here to challenge you Brandon to a one on one match at the Pay Per View, but I don't want this to be no ordinary match. I want you in a No Holds Barred Inferno Table Match at the Pay Per View, so if you a man like you say you are then accept my challenge BITCH!
The crowd cheers when they hear the challenge that was just thrown at by Vincent, Vincent turns and hands the microphone to Ember.
Ember: I'm not the type to trash talk, but I'm at the point where I am sick and tired of hearing Drusilla talk all this shit over and over about me. Calling me crazy, saying that I belong in an asylum and all that garbage. But the truth is Drusilla, I think your scared, your afraid. Last week you were lucky, I blame the jet lag on that but next time I will be ready for you.
Crowd boos.
Ember: Just like I said before, I’m not much of a trash talker, but all I know is that Drusilla needs to work on her attitude and what she says about me. I’ve gone through a lot in my life, something that you could never handle and you have the nerve to sit there and try and put me down. Drusilla, it’s time for you to grow up and learn that you could never be as good as me. So that’s why I am challenging you at the Pay Per View also, but I want our match to be a little different. I want to meet you in a Barbed Wire Steel Cage match, where the only way you can win is to climb over the cage and since you so big and bag with words, how about you accept that.
Ember smiles sadistically as she hands the mic back to Nightmare.
Sean: And folks, here you have it. The new era of PDW, and that is Sinful Ambition.
”Riot” By Three Days Grace plays through the speakers again as all three members of the newly formed stable stand in the ring. On the titan tron, a picture appears with all three members and the scene slowly fades.
A few moments later, the camera opens up to the backstage area and you are looking down the hallway as "The X-Rated Icon" Dynamic Dynamite is walking along with Derrick Dynamite and OG Thug. They look down the hallway as they see the Ember and Vincent walking away from the Sinful Ambition lockerroom. As soon as they are out of sight the three start walking towards the door with Dynamic holding his finger in front of his mouth to keep them quiet. As they reach the door Derrick kicks the door open and a startled Nightmare is shocked as Dynamic and the other two storm into the room. Derrick throws a right hand and as he does Nightmare catches OG Thug with a right hand of his own sending him reeling. Derrick and OG continue to fight back and forth with Nightmare as you see Dynamic pulling something out of his pocket and he shocks Nightmare! He just used a tazer on Nightmare and causes him to fall to the floor. As he does Dynamic motions for Derrick and OG to hold him as Dynamic jabs Nightmare again and then he starts to talk as Derrick holds Nightmare's head up by his hair.
"The X-Rated Icon" Dynamic Dynamite: You want me to accept your challenge? You attack me, and don't think Im going to make an example out of you? Who the fuck do you think you are?
Staring Nightmare in the face Dynamic grins evilly.
"The X-Rated Icon" Dynamic Dynamite: We're going to see what your made of Nightmare; because I ain't backing down from your ass! You want to fight... I'll bury you!
Footsteps can be heard coming towards the room as you see Dynamic, Derrick, and OG take off from the room as Ember and Vincent now see the door to their lockerroom open and they run as they come into the room and see Nightmare sprawled out on the floor holding his side.
Rayne Young vs Vincent Banks
Ryde Rass: Next up is Rayne and Vincent going toe to toe in a standard match.
David Wright: Rayne is in hot water as Star suspended him from the arena till tonight.
Ryde Rass: I’m telling you…there big head wrestlers are playing with the wrong girls. I heard some girl tried Star with a cheese grater and she practically ended the girl’s life!
David Wright: I would sure hate to be them.
Ryde Rass: I’m sure they got trunks full of bodies.
David Wright: Now why are you going to go and say that on live TV?!?!?
Jacob DeSanto: And now ladies and gentlemen, weighing 240lbs from Brixton, England welcome him tonight’s match…..Rayne Young!
"Untouchable" by DMX erupts through the Sound System, sending the crowd into a mixed reaction. As a dark mood engulfs the arena and blue strobes light, enlighten the arena ever so slightly.
Finally he walks through the curtains, and a hoodie covers his face. Blue strobe lights follows his every movement as he walks to the ring, slowly but surely he climbs the steps and enters the ring by the middle rope and pulls his hoodie down as Rayne sets about preparing for his opponent.
Jacob DeSanto: Fighting him tonight in this standard match…weighing 180lbs and coming from Atlanta, Georgia….Vincent Banks!
"Leather So Soft" By Lil Wayne blasts through the speakers. Moments later, Vincent walks out from the entrance, wearing dark sunglasses with a red flag hanging from his back pocket.
The crowd cheers him on. He makes his way down the ramp with a smile and then he takes his time as he slides into the ring and begins bouncing off the ropes.
Rayne eyes him bouncing off the ropes and shoves him into the turnbuckle. Vincent frowns as he gets to his feet and sucker punches Rayne across the face.
Rayne stumbles backwards and connects a kick against Vincent’s shoulder. Vincent bites his lip down as he rubs his arms and attacks Rayne.
David Wright: Wow they are ready to tear each other apart.
Ryde Rass: Someone put creatine in their drinks.
David Wright: But look at that they are fighting like two little girls.
Ryde Rass: Whoa…look at what Vincent just did!
Rayne is facing away and Vincent gets a running start. He grabs Rayne’s head from behind, and slams them down into the mat. Rayne rolls over as Vincent’s tries to him with an elbow drop.
Rayne manages to super kick Vincent in the elbow and he hops to his feet. Vincent staggers away holding his elbow.
Rayne moves and climbs on the turnbuckle he performs a black impaler and snaps Vincent to the floor. Rayne becomes enraged and locks his hands around Vincent’s body and throws him over the ring into the crowd. The crowd catches him and slowly brings Vincent back to the ground. Vincent raises an eyebrow as he stares down Rayne from the rail.
Rayne runs off the apron and performs a shooting star press, landing on Vincent. They both crash to the floor and some of the fans start to grab on Rayne’s shirt. Rayne becomes distracted and tries to slap their hands away.
Vincent takes the opportunity and punches Rayne in the face, knocking him off. Vincent scurries to his feet and stomps on Rayne’s stomach. Rayne curls up in a half ball and his face turns cherry red. Vincent grabs Rayne and throws him over the ropes and Rayne’s body slams against the floor of the ring.
Vincent smirks as he slides in the ring. He yanks Rayne and slams his face into the turnbuckle. While Rayne is lying on the mat, Vincent comes off the top rope while facing the crowd, does a back flip, and lands on his him performing a beautiful Moon sault. Vincent goes for the pin.
One…
Two…
Rayne kicks out. He gives Vincent the “Midas touch” and sends him to the floor. He follows the attack with a crucifer and twists his ankle. Rayne lets goes moments later and climbs the ropes.
He returns an unwanted moonsault hurting Vincent but snatches him back to his feet. Grabbing Vincent from the front, Rayne lifts them up and suplexes them over his head. Rayne goes for the pin.
One…
Two…
Th-…
Vincent gets a shoulder up. Vincent is pissed as he is foaming at the mouth, spitting as he yelling at Rayne that it isn’t over. Vincent glares at Rayne and Rayne moves forwards for another attack.
Vincent chops him in the neck with his right hand and then punches a crooked punch with his left hand, leaving a large red spot on Rayne’s face.
Vincent gets Rayne in a Walls of Jericho. And slams him against the ropes. And Rayne bounces off and falls towards Vincent. Vincent performs a pedigree and finishes Rayne off with The Devils’ judgement. Vincent attempts to go for the pin.
One…
Two…
Three…
Jacob DeSanto: And your winner tonight…VINCENT BANKS!!!
"Leather So Soft" By Lil Wayne blasts through the speakers as Vincent hops away from Rayne and slides out of the ring without looking back. The crowd cheers his name.
Ryde Rass: And there it is….Banks whooped his ass.
David Wright: That must be Karma because tonight was not on Rayne’s side at all.
Ryde Rass: What goes around comes back around in a beat down!
David Wright: Shut up Ryde….
Savon: I'm standing here next to Farah Jamison, one of the owners of PDW. Now for the resent weeks there has been some controversy on your part Miss Jamison because let's just say you have been quite friendly with the boys backstage.
Farah gives her a mean glare before rolling her eyes away trying to get her composure back because the question seemed to have hit a nerve.
Farah: For your information little Savon, I have not nor have I ever been "Friendly" with any of my employee's..
Savon: Well, according to my sources it says that you and well Star were caught having sex backstage with two of the employee’s. So what do you have to say about that?
Farah: What do I have to say? I have to say that whatever Star and myself do is none of your or anyone else's business for that matter because 1. we run this place 2. we do whatever we want 3..Well, that your source is nothing more than a sick perve who has nothing better to do than to hi-jack people's locker rooms installing cameras just so he can get off watching other people get some since the poor pathetic excuse of a human being can't even manage to get that!
Savon: It sounds to me that you know who this person is?
Farah: Oh I know who that person is..none other than Eric Harris. Eric, Let me tell you something sweetie. At first you seemed like a pretty nice guy and I decided to give you a shot, but what do you do? You start installing camera's in my place just so you can get yourself and that STD infested hussy of your sister off! Now I've been quite the nice little kitten here allowing you to roam free on my Kingdome, but that shit is going to stop right about now. I am not going to let this shit go by like this, I mean who the hell do you think you are coming up in here installing camera's like this is the damn Real World! If I ever see this happen again things will be dealt with..oh and another thing, if you can't control the trap of that trick you called your sister, I'm gonna have to do it my damn self and you best believe that darling Farah has been looking for some action lately.
Savon: There are rumors flying around that this all started because you turned him down..is that true?
Farah: Yes it's true. You see Savon, Eric goes around walking backstage looking mighty with himself calling me all this bunch of names after he watched me and my baby Julian have sex in the parking lot because why deny it when he so perversely taped us doing it, but I'm not mad at it anymore..I guess he needed a way to feel close to this (touching her breasts) because the truth of the matter is this..he's really jealous you see, I mean he's so mad because I wouldn't let him hit this. And do you know why I didn't let him hit this dear Savon?
Farah begins to play with the hair of Savon while she gives the camera a sexy look.
Farah: Well, because Eric Harris will never be man enough to get with someone of my caliber...You see I like me a real man Savon, something that Eric is obviously is not. I need a man that takes charge of me and demands things from me that only I can give him. I'm all ready in charge of everyone in this place, so you see I was looking for a man who can, how you say. Control me even, which is something that not a lot of people are able to do..And you best believe that Julian, my man..does...and he does it.. Ooh so good!
Savon: Speaking of Julian..that is an odd couple if I saw one, I mean don't get me wrong you're both the attractive pair, but let's just say he's hanging with the good guys while your more of the..bad girl of the block.
Farah smiles widely while she starts twirling around some of the hair of Savon into her hands.
Farah: Is that true?..Well, I just don't believe that Savon, Julian Dark has it bad for me and he doesn't care who I hang with or what I do. He cares for me just the way I am because what you see is what you get..I'm the "Glam Queen" and I rule this Kingdom...now if you'll excuse me, I have some business to attend too.
Farah winks at Savon and walks away.
The scene opens up to show Savon Sem standing next to Mike Ryba. Upon seeing Ryba, the crowd begins to cheer as he stands there looking at the ground with his arms folded. Savon brings the microphone up to her mouth as she begins to talk.
Savon: I am standing here with an entertaining performer in his own weird way, and a man who looks to advance in the tournament some more, Mike Ryba. Now Mike, what do you expect to get out of this match?
Ryba rubs his chin and looks to Savon.
Ryba: You are standing in front of this Grade A piece of sex meat and all you can do is call me an entertainer in my weird own way.
Savon: Well I-
Ryba: *in a David Bowie voice* Just you shut your mouth!
Ryba places a finger on Savon's lips as the fans somewhat chuckle in the arena. He brings down his finger and begins to speak.
Ryba: What do I expect out of this match? Well...I expect wrestling. A lot of Mountain Dew..some Snickers' Bars. A Reices Pieces or two...and maybe a few of those little Gobstoppers rolling around the ring.
Savon: Wait, what?
Ryba: Huh?
Savon: What are you talking about?
Ryba: The man is a walking corner store. I mean I don't mean to pick fun at him, because he hasn't really done anything bad to me. But I mean..come on Savon. Come on..Savon..Savon..Come on...Co-
Savon: Yes, it rhymes, we get it.
Ryba: Fuckin' impatient aren't we.
The fans chuckle again as Ryba just shrugs as looks to Savon. Motioning he was kidding.
Ryba: Seriously. The man can 'Do the Dew' all he wants. I refuse to be knocked out of this tournament. This goes beyond just having another strap with plating to hang on my wall. It has to do with reaching a goal. A goal in which I feel that if I can accomplish, I won't have to stress myself out, asking myself if it was worth it signing my name on the line marked 'X'. I am not going to stand here and blubber about my past, I am past the sympathy. I am past the apologies. All I am here to do...is do my best to move on. To do my best to help this pain inside of me. And if achieving that goal in my mind, and standing tall atop the mountain is a way to ease my pain. Then believe me...Erik Harris doesn't stand a Dew's chance in hell..
Ryba walks off the screen as it goes back to the arena.
Mike Ryba vs Erik Harris
David Wright: And now coming to the ring is Mike Ryba and Erik Harris.
Ryde Rass: Whoever wins this match advances to the next round in Amaya’s group.
David Wright: Here comes Mike Ryba!
Jacob DeSanto: And now coming to the ring….from the Jersey Shore at 286lbs…Mike Ryba!!!!!
The slow beginning of Denial begins to play as the lights go down till there is nothing but darkness. As the fans await, the song picks up to its harder side and strobe lights from the entrance way begin to blink rapidly as Ryba makes his way out from the back with a towel hanging over his head, with his eyes blocked and nothing but his nose and mouth visible.
He makes a slow walk to the ring as the fans reach out to touch him. He gets to ringside and hops up, placing his one knee on ringside and pushing up with it, standing upright just before he enters through the ropes and makes it to the closest corner, in which he stands up tall and looks out to the crowd, lifting up his towel slightly to gaze out at them.
As the song plays and a certain cue is hit, he flips the towel back and plays to the crowd, shouting at them as the strobe light continues to glare off of him and everyone in the arena. He continues to make his way and slides in the ring, waiting for his opponent.
Jacob DeSanto: And now making his way to the ring…from Cincinnati, Ohio weighing at 245lbs….Erik Harris!!!!!
The lights in the arena go out and all there is a slight light coming up from under the entrance ramp in the arena. We hear the phrase…
Metalingus (Edge Remix) by Alter Bridge then begins as the crowd begins to jump to their feet awaiting the arrival of Darkness Erik Harris.
Erik Harris is then seen standing straight above the light coming up from underneath the entranceway with smoke coming out of the entrance and from underneath the ramp. The smoke is almost so heavy, we can barely see Harris.
Harris is wearing his long black trench coat and his black goggles. As the music continues to blare throughout the arena, the lights begin to flash into a strobe throughout the arena as well.
Harris then begins making his way down the ramp. Once Harris gets to the bottom, he stands there for a moment to over look the ring and the crowd. The lights then slightly come on throughout the arena. A spotlight is then on Harris as he slides under the bottom rope and into the ring. The spotlight follows him to the corner post as he climbs onto the second rope. He then extends his arms straight out to his side.
He then climbs down and walks over to the middle of the ropes. He then puts one foot on the bottom rope and his knee on the second rope. He then raises his arm into the air as the spotlight turns off and the lights in the arena then come back on. Harris then removes his trench coat and tosses it over the top rope.
Ryba doesn’t wait and takes off behind Harris. Ryba grabs him and executes multiple German suplexes. One! Two! He grabs him for another. Three! Ryba slams him down and Harris crashes the mat hard.
Ryba puts Harris in a dragon sleep for a few moments and Harris tries to wiggle out. Ryba puts Harris’ head between his thighs and grabs him around the waist. Ryba then lifts him in the air high and slams them down into the mat.
Ryde Rass: And he hits him with a power bomb.
David Wright: Mike Ryba is in that ring very confident tonight!
Ryde Rass: It’s all about how much you want it in this business.
David Wright: I think Ryba is showing that.
Ryba goes in early for the pin.
One…
Two…
Harris kicks out. Harris gets to his knees and shoves Ryba back. Harris is now on his feet and grabs Ryba by his head and connects his knee with Ryba’s face. Ryba frowns with pain and step back back. He moves forward and executes the same move. He slams Harris’ face to his solid knee.
Harris’s reaction is the same as he grabs his face. Harris sprints forward and gets Ryba “Into the darkness”. Ryba fights it off and reverses the play. Ryba then throws Harris against the ropes taunting him.
Harris now looks annoyed and forces his body and hits Ryba with a flying clotheline. Ryba bounces against the ropes behind him and reverses the move and hits him with Harris’ own move. Harris stumbles back and tries to hit Ryba with a blackout, but Ryba moves out of the way and instead kicks Harris right in the chin.
Ryba chuckles back as he appears to be untouchable. Ryba stands in the ring and locks up with Harris. He begins to use all the power he can and forces Harris into the corner, where he drills a knee into Harris stomach. He steps back and sizes up Harris, driving an elbow to the side of the head. Followed by another, and another.
Harris slouches down and hangs on the ropes as Ryba steps backwards and rushes to the corner. He steps up and drives a knee right to the skull of Harris who falls to the mat holding his head. Ryba extends his hand as a can comes flying into the ring. At a closer look, it is a can of Dr. Pepper.
David Wright: Dr. Pepper? Uhm?
Ryde: What is he, a water downed redneck?
Ryba takes a gulp of his Dr. Pepper and looks down to Harris.
Mike Ryba: Dr. Pepper...it’s the true power!
Ryba chuckles, taking a pot shot at Harris' obsession with Mountain Dew and smiles.
Ryde: This man is so cor-
Ryba reels back and tosses the almost full can of soda at Ryde, connecting with Ryde’s head as he falls to the ground. Ryba giving a stern look at Ryde, almost signaling that if he keeps stuff up he will do worse things to him.
David Wright: What did I tell you? You are pushing your luck. And look, that was a can of soda and your crying like a little school girl.
Ryde Rass: Damn…man….
Ryba turns his attention back to Harris. He returns to him and hits him with a stray bullet. Harris flinches in pain and gets back up and executes a blackout. Ryba hits the floor and Harris makes his way towards him.
Ryba thrust his foot and kicks Harris in the shins. Harris yelps in pain as he falls down. Ryba jumps to his feet and with a look of determination and completes a spine buster. Harris lies on the mat and Ryba goes for the pin.
One…
Two…
Three…
Jacob DeSanto: Your winner and proceeding to the next round….Mike Ryba!
Ryba nods his head as he hears that he’s pronounced the winner. “Denial” by Sevendust begins to play in the arena and Ryba steps out of the ring satisfied and begins to exit.
Ryde Rass: Prick…bet he won’t be throwing no cans in my hood.
David Wright: Face it…you were diss.
Ryde Rass: Don’t make me kick your ass!
David Wright: Just like you did to Ryba?
Ryde Rass: Man shut up….where the hell is my “F*ck off” spray?
David Wright: [Smiles] Folks, we’ll be back after these messages.
The cameras cut backstage to Kirsta Lewis heading for Rayne’s locker room. She has a pissed off look on her face most likely from her earlier loss. She reaches the door and doesn’t bother to knock. Kirsta opens the door and immediately freezes. Her mouth drops open and she lets out a loud scream. Kirsta darts into the room and the camera zooms in and then pans around to show Kirsta kneeling next to Rayne’s fallen body, blood pouring from a wound in his head. The scene suddenly cuts to a corner just by the locker room where Star stands with head of security, Tank. A smile quickly spreads across her face when she hears Kirsta’s scream. She then nods at Tank and the two of them walk off.
Ember vs Shane Meras
Jacob DeSanto: This
match is a second round tournament match
to crown the first ever PDW Champion. Introducing first weighing in at
127
pounds and haling from
The
lights in the arena dim as the music begins to play. Ember walks out in
a
zipped up yellow raincoat with a hood covering her head and face and a
bottle
of water in her left pocket. She takes the bottle of water out of her
pocket
and seductively squats down and places it on her left side. She stands
up
removes her hood, and then starts to slowly unzip her raincoat. Once
she has
fully unzipped her raincoat she pulls it off her revealing her outfit
for the night.
Ember then folds it up and then throws it down on the floor. She then
grabs her
bottle of water, kicks her raincoat out of the way and the starts to
strut down
the ramp towards the ring. One she gets to the ring she quickly climbs
up the
stairs, and get into the ring between the 2nd and 3rd ropes. She struts
to the middle of the ring, and opens her bottle of water. She
seductively looks up into the crowd and then pours the water onto head.
Jacob DeSanto: And
her opponent in this match weighing in at 190 pounds and
hailing from Washington DC SHANE MERAS!!!
"O
Fortuna' begins to play, as scene of police stat footage combined with
various scenes of secret societies meetings roll across the huge
screen. Below,
in the entrance way, Shane Meras breaks through to the outside, walking
calmly.
He places his hands together as to create a triangle with his thumbs
and
fingers and slowly brings them above his head. He looks to the left and
right
before breaking his gesture, bringing his hands out to each side and
bowing his
head. He then walks with no rush down to the ring, doing his best to
ignore
their boos of the fans. He climbs the stairs and ducks between the
second and
third rope, to enter the ring, with no salute, no poses, he simply goes
to his
corner and waits for the bell.
Ryde Rass: Ember is
one fine woman isn’t she?
David Wright: What
does that have to do with the match?
Ryde Rass: Match oh
yeah this is an important match isn’t it? But she’s
still
fine.
The
bell rings and immediately Ember shoves the referee into Shane
distracting
him. Shane shoves the referee out of the way and turns right into a low
blow
from Ember behind the referee’s back. She goes for the
Pedigree but Shane has
enough energy to send her over with a back body drop before falling
against he
ropes, holding between his legs. . Ember slowly gets up and Shane
charges at
her. She manages to duck a forearm shot by Shane and nail him with one
of her
own.. Ember nails Shane with a few more forearm shots that actually
stagger him
before leaping up and taking Shane over with a Hurricanranna. Shane
gets up but
a dropkick from Ember sends him over the top rope and down to the arena
floor.
Shane quickly slides back in and goes after Ember again. He misses with
a
roundhouse kick but as Ember she goes to nail him with another forearm
shot.,
Shane hits the Meras Mandate spear her almost in half.
Ryde Rass: Oh my
poor baby…
David Wright: What?
Ryde Rass: Oh I said
Ember came out strong but that spear nearly broke her in
half this one could be over already.
Ember
rolls around in pain as Shane gets to his feet. He pulls Ember to her
feet and whips her into the corner. He charges in nailing Ember with a
back
elbow and she collapses in the corner. Shane grabs Ember pulling her to
her
feet once more and then whips her to the corner again. Ember drops to
her knees
holding her back. Shane smiles as he slowly pulls Ember up again. He
grabs her
by the head and tries to go for the Meras Conspiracy but Ember breaks
free with
a few sharp elbows to Shane’s back. Ember falls in the
corner. Shane recovers
and charges at Ember. Ember manages to leap frog over Shane, turn and
quickly
nail Shane in the back with a dropkick that sends him crashing into the
corner
turnbuckles. Shane stumbles backwards holding his chest and Ember nails
him
with a Clothesline From Hell that actually takes Shane off his feet.
David Wright: Ember
fighting back and showing that she is no joke. Could Shane
have taken her lightly?
Ryde Rass: I doubt
that but did you see that clothesline. My lady is no joke
David Wright: Your
lady …right.
Shane
gets up and Ember bounces off the ropes and goes for another
Clothesline
From Hell. Shane ducks it and nails Ember with a Roundhouse kick to the
chest,
sending her backward through the ropes and to the arena floor. Shane
quickly
rolls out o f the ring and grabs Ember rolling her back in.. He pulls
Ember to
her feet and tries to whip her into the ropes. Ember manages to reverse
the
whip but Shane comes off the ropes and nails her with a modified
Forearm smash.
He grabs Ember and sets up for The Meras Effect. Shane goes for it but
Ember
manages to grab the ropes with both hands and Shane falls to the mat
hard.
Ember quickly hits a standing moonsault and then runs to the ropes and
nails a
springboard moonsault. She hits another standing moonsault and then
grabs
Shane’s leg going for a pin attempt
1…
2…
Shane
kicks out and manages to roll over on his stomach.
David Wright: Ember
seems to have a bit of a mean streak and som anger issues
but Shane shows he is far from done.
Ryde Rass: Maybe
Shane turned her down for a date or something. I’d never do
that though
David Wright: Course
you wouldn’t. If it’s female you’d date
it.
Ryde Rass: What’s
your point?
Ember
gets up and quickly grabs Shane’s leg going for a
sharpshooter. Shane
struggles reaching for the ropes but instead as Ember turns into the
move,
Shane kicks her away. Ember goes flying into the ropes but manages to
hop on
the second rope and go for a springboard moonsault. Shane gets his
knees up and
Ember lands hard before falling to the mat holding her midsection..
Shane
slowly gets up and grabs Ember. He picks her up and drops her stomach
first
across his knee. Ember collapses to the mat, holding her midsection in
pain.
Shane slowly pulls Ember up and tries to hook her in GOTHICA (crossface
Chickening) As he goes to lock the hold on Ember throws her head back
headbutting Shane in the nose. Shane falls back into the corner with
blood
trickling from his nose as Ember falls face first to the mat. Shane
quickly
goes over and rolls her over for a pin attempt.
1…
2…
Ember
manages to get her shoulder off the mat before a three.
David Wright: Shane
doing the smart thing and even with a bloody nose goes for
the pin.
Ryde Rass: He better
when he can because it looks as though Ember came to win
David Wright:
Indeed, this one has been back and forth from the opening bell
Ember
crawls over toward the corner with Shane following her. The referee
tries
to get in the way and this gives Ember a chance to land another low
blow on
Shane. Shane collapses and the referee begins to argue with Ember. This
gives
Shane time to get up and he turns charging into the corner for a back
elbow. He
sandwiches the referee between Ember and turnbuckle Both Ember and the
referee
fall to the mat as Shane rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair,
tossing it
into the ring. Shane climbs in the ring and goes to grab the chair.
Ember leaps
up out of nowhere and nails Shane with a DDT on the chair. She rolls
Shane off
the chair and then slides the chair out of the ring before making the
cover on
Shane. She makes a three count herself striking the mat with her hand.
The
crowd continues on getting to 6 before the referee finally crawls over
and
start s the count.
1…
2…
No
Shane gets a shoulder up.
David Wright: This
one possibly could have been over but no referee to make the
count.
Ryde Rass: And Embr
is pisse. Come o referee that was three.
David Wright: I
thought you were a fan of Shane Meras?
Ryde Rass: I am but
Ember has two big reasons why I cheer her on.
Ember
yells at the referee allowing Shane time to catch a breather. She turns
and goes for a forearm shot as Shane gets up but he ducks it, grabs
Ember and
locks in a dragon sleeper. Ember begins trying to fight it but quickly
begins
to fade. The referee raises Ember’s hand twice. He does it
once more and her
hand drops. The referee starts to go to ring the bell but suddenly
Ember
springs to life. She struggles until finally managing to get a hold of
the
bottom rope causing the break. Shane kicks Ember in the midsection
repeatedly
and then drags her body to the center of the ring. Shane backs up and
then goes
to drop an elbow to the chest of Ember but Ember manages to roll out of
the
way. He tries again but again Ember avoids the elbow and gets to her
knees.
Shane gets to his feet and Ember nails him in the midsection with a
headbutt
and then rakes Shane across the eyes.
David Wright:
Desperation move by Ember
Ryde Rass: Yet
strangely effective go figure.
Ember
kicks Shane in the back of the leg taking him down to the mat and then
quickly locks in a sharpshooter. Shane yells in pain but tells the
referee to
go to hell when he is asked does he want to give up. He finally gets to
the
ropes causing the break but Ember breaks only long enough to drag Shane
back to
the center of the ring.. Ember tries to lock in the sharpshooter once
more but
Shane kicks her away yet again. She goes flying into the referee and
their
heads crack together. Ember falls to the mat and the referee falls out
of the
ring to the arena floor. Shane gets to his feet and takes the
turnbuckle pad
off. He grabs Ember, picks her up and drops her chest first on the
exposed
turnbuckle. Ember falls to the mat and Shane covers her for a pin
attempt but
there is no referee.
David Wright: The
referee needs a bit of hazard pay for this one
Ryde Rass: Who
cares about the referee if he wasn’t such a wimp. The
question
is how hurt is Ember and can I do anything later to ease the pain?
David Wright: Is all
you think about when you see women is sex
Ryde Rass: Doesn’t every man?
Shane
goes to check on the referee as Ember slowly rolls to the arena floor.
She reaches in grabbing Shane by his feet and pulls him out of the
ring. Ember
goes to whip Shane into the ring steps but Shane reveres it sending
Ember hard
back first into the ring steps. Shane watches as Ember yells out in
pain while
holding her back and then charges. Ember manages to catch Shane coming
in with
a drop toe hold. Shane goes face first into the ring steps and then
stumbles a
bit rolling back in the ring. Ember slowly rolls back in the ring
herself. She
climbs on the second turnbuckle and then leaps off catching Shane with
a flying
bulldog and then by instinct covers him for a pin attempt. Another
referee comes
in but is to slow and Shane manages to kick out. Ember climbs to the
top
turnbuckle this time waiting for Shane to get up. She leaps off trying
for
another bull dog but Shane leaps up and catches her with a jumping
spinning
heel kick. He quickly covers Ember
1…
2…
3…
Jacob DeSanto: Here
is your winner SHANE MERAS!!!
- Hands On -
We cut backstage with the lovely Savon. She looks to be
standing next to a door about to knock on it.
Savon: I'm standing here outside the locker room of the man who has been
causing a lot of controversy backstage. Eric Harris or how he likes to call
himself "Darkness" has recently gotten himself in a heep of trouble
over placing camera's all over the building catching owners, Farah and Star in
acts..well, not so "Boss" like. We all ready heard what Farah thinks
of him, but now after his match with Mike Ryba let’s see what are his current
thoughts.
Savon smiles at the camera and then begins to knock on the door. She waits
patiently outside waiting for Eric or anyone else for that matter to open, but
after the fourth knock nobody opens the door. Savon then begins to get aggravated
because knowing how Eric was he just didn't want to open the door, so she took
it upon herself like any good interviewer to go get the scoop she needed
herself. She manages to get the door open after forcing it a bit and to her
surprise she finds the body of Eric Harris laid out on the floor covered from
head to toe with blood. her eyes open up wide that you can see her pupils as
she just looks down in horror at the image of Eric.
Savon: What the hell happened to him?
Savon hold her head as the camera continues on recording the sight of the
bloody Harris, then from behind Savon enters Kayla, the little sister of Eric.
She looks at Savon and see's her horrified expression and then looks down at
the floor to find her brother laid out full of blood all over his face and
parts of his body. She quickly bents over him and looks to his side to find a
crowbar, Kayla then picks up the weapon from the floor and finds that it was
covered in blood as well. Someone had sneaked into the room and attacked Eric
with it.
????: Awee what do we have here? If it isn't Kayla and her...oh my god...what
happened to Eric? (Laughing) Actually you don't have to answer because by the
looks of things Eric finally got what he wanted.
Kayla: What do you mean by that, Farah?
Farah: Well, he finally got laid...And I do mean this in the literal sense of
course, seeing as nobody in their right mind would ever touch him if it's not
to beat his ass to a bloody pulp..just like right now.
Kayla: You did this to him...You slut…you did this to my brother!
Farah: Your totally wrong on that one Kayla, I never did your brother...I mean he wanted to do me of course, but I don't do people (looking
at Eric) that are clearly below...me!
Kayla looks at Farah with anger clearly bursting out of her eyes, But Farah
show's not emotions to her face whatsoever like if what happened to Eric Harris
meant nothing to her at all. Savon then just looks at both females seeing as
this might get ugly, she then goes over to Eric to check on him as Kayla gets
off from the floor walking toward Farah with determination. Kayla snaps a dirty
look and stands right up to her not backing down at all. Farah then raises an
eyebrow while she looks at her up and down like if saying "You sure you
want some?" Kayla though doesn’t move a muscle and just stands there
looking straight at Farah without fear in her eyes. Then finally Kayla lets out
a hard face slap on Farah which caused her head to spin around. Farah holds the
side of the face in shock and then snaps a menacing glance to Kayla right
before tackling her down to the ground floor. Farah mounts Kayla now and starts
to slam her head down to the pavement floor with force causing some blood to
purr out of her head. Farah was clearly upset over that slap and was showing no
remorse toward the girl as she picks her up by the hair and sends her flying to
a table, Kayla lands hard and begins to take hold of her head. Farah then
climbs on top of her again, she starts to deliver some stiff punches to the
face as well as nailing rough looking bitch slaps, all through this Kayla keeps
trying to fight back and defend herself, but Farah was not stopping her attacks
at all. Farah now looks to her left and finds a Mountain Dew soda which she
opens quickly. Kayla tries to get herself free from the grasps of Farah, but
she knocks her over the head with the Mountain Dew bottle before dropping the
liquid all over her face.
Farah: (Laughing) You want to call me a whore?..Well, I'm going to show you
what this whore can do little girl!
Farah slaps her accross the face for good measure before taking hold of her
hair again. She takes her off the table by force and beings to drag her ass all
the way toward the bathroom. Savon now was still watching the whole ordeal in
horror and decides to go outside to get some help before Farah ends up killing
the poor girl who was only defending her brother. Once inside the bathroom,
Farah dunks the head of Kayla inside the toilet leaving her head in it for a
couple of seconds before taking it out and dunking it right back in. Kayla
though manages to get an elbow to the rib cage of Farah allowing herself to
move away from the toilet crawling herself to the showers. But Farah looked
like she wasn't through with her yet as she quickly chases her there and gets
in a stiff kick to her gut, she then turns on the shower stall and lets the hot
water drop all over her body getting her completely wet from head to toe. Farah
laughs at the image and takes hold of a soap near by. she then procedes to bend
down at Kayla and starts to jam the soap inside her mouth roughly.
Farah: That will teach you to show me some respect bitch!
Finally Savon comes back with Tank the head security guy who takes hold of
Farah by the waist and takes her off the coughing Kayla, Farah though was
cutting herself free from his grasps and goes right back to punch Kayla in the
face, but he quickly takes hold of her once again and finally manages to get
her out of the room. Now outside the room Farah wiggles free and gives Tank a menacing
glare.
Tank: I'm sorry...But...
Farah: You know what Tank...let this be the last time you put your hands on me
because if it wasn't cause you laid out Eric Harris for me you would be out of
a job right about now!
Farah gives him another menacing glare and walks away.
Brandon Clayborne vs Latrisha Lamarte
David Wright: Now we get ready for Brandon Clayborne versus Latrisha Lamarte.
Ryde Rass: Excellent.
David Wright: ....horny bastard.
Jacob DeSanto: Coming to the ring first, hailing from Baton Rouge...BRRRRANDON CLAYBORNE!
The arena lights go dim and the video screen comes to life with a view of wolves as they growl. They howl and then charge looking as though they were about to leap off the screen at the crowd. Explosions go off as Smoke On The Water by ACDC begins to play. Another wolf is shown leaping at someone as the words "Natural Born Thrilla" show on the screen with what looks like blood dripping from the letters before switching to a view of Brandon Clayborne standing in what was a wall of fire. Arianna Clayborne walks out from the back dressed in a pair of long black boots that came all the way up to her knee, black pants and a black sports bra all covered with a trechcoat similar to Brandon's accept it buttoned just above her waist and was free flowing. She is followed close behind by Brandon Clayborne who walks out from the back moving along with the beat of the music. Brandon stands on the entrance ramp and shrugs his shoulders just as fireworks shoot out from the stage going left to right and then back to the left again. He places his forearm on Arianna's right shoulder as she looks over toward him. A wolf howling is heard over the music as Arianna pats Brandon on his jaw, shoves his forearm off her shoulder and then begins to walk toward the ring. Brandon begins making his way toward the ring as well but soon turns all the way around and walks backwards for just a few steps as he gets a bit of a cocky smirk on his face. The video screen shows Brandon in various matches and then shows a close up of Brandon's face covered in blood then shows his name flashing on and off as he slides in the ring. Brandon gets to his feet and holds the ropes open allowing Arianna to step into the ring before shrugging his shoulders once more before dropping to one knee in the corner and pulling Arianna close causing her to sit on his bent knee He and Arianna look at each other before Brandon winks at the crowd as fireworks shoot off once more. Brandon gets to his feet and gets ready for his match as Arianna takes her place in his corner..
David Wright: Brandon now awaits Latrisha.
Jacob DeSanto: And his opponent...from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada...LATRRRISHA LAMARTE!
Smoke billows as "I'm So Sick" by Flyleaf starts. As the chorus hits Latrisha comes through the heavy fog wearing a tight white ribbed tank, crimson nylon shorts, and black knee-high boots. Black fingerless gloves and fishnet stockings accompany the classic look. She smiles as she kneels down at the top of the ramp and holds both her arms up over her head as two pyro's go off on opposite sides of the entrance. Once the pyro's stop she stands to her feet and walks down the rest of the ramp. She then slides underneath the bottom rope before walking over to her respective corner.
Ryde Rass: Look at those supple..
David Wright: Seriously...stop. I need this job..
T.C sounds for the bell as they immediately go into a tie up. Latrisha quickly grabs Brandon's arm and twists it into a lock. She holds it there for a minute as Brandon tries to turn out of it, but she quickly drills her elbow into it, the hit bringing Brandon down to one knee but he quickly gets back up. He manages to finally twist out of it, and side step behind Latrisha, pushing the back of her head as he smiles, walking away from her.
David Wright: Brandon playing games now. But I don't think it would be wise to do with Latrisha.
They look to lock up again, but Brandon quickly paces a foot into the stomach of Latrisha which keels her over. Brandon backs up and drills knee square to the face of Latrisha who falls to the mat. Brandon walks over to Latrisha and nudges her head with his foot, tempting her to get up. As he nudges her a few more times, Latrisha grabs his leg and executes a dragon screw leg whip, but doesn't let go, as she grapevines his leg and begins to pull back on it. Brandon holds his leg and groans as T.C asks him if he wants to quit. Not saying anything, Brandon shimmies his way to the ropes as Latrisha leans back, trying to apply as much dead weight as she can to keep Brandon away from grabbing the ropes. He manages to grab the ropes finally as T.C tells Latrisha to let go of the hold. She does and quickly gets up, grabbing his leg and tugging on it. She tugs on it again, and then quickly extends one of her legs, dropping a leg across his.
David Wright: Latrisha working over one body part, very smart.
Ryda Rass: I got a body pa-
David Wright: WAIT WHAT WAS THAT? HUH? OH? HUH?
Latrisha goes to grab the leg again, but Brandon manages to bring his leg up and kick her off. As she stumbles back and comes back in, Brandon is back on his feet but hobbling. As she comes closer, Brandon brings his good leg up and hits her in the stomach with a stiff boot. He sets her up and turns around, tossing her back with a T-Bone Suplex in the middle of the ring. He goes over and goes for a pin.
One...
Tw- Kickout by Latrisha as Brandon steps up, favoring his one leg. He quickly sets Latrisha up and locks in a Surfboard Chinlock Submission. Latrisha lets out screams of pain as T.C checks on her to see if she wants to quit. No where near the ropes, Latrisha stays in the lock, trying to pry Brandon's hands away to get out but he keeps it locked in tight. T.C continues to ask, but Latrisha continues to say no. As she digs deep into Brandon's hands, she finally manages to get them loose and pull them out. With this Brandon, lets go and with force pushes her forward, slamming her to the mat as Latrisha holds her jaw. Brandon makes his way to the top rope, but slower due to the weakened state of his leg.
David Wright: Brandon thinking of going airborne.
As Brandon turns around, Latrisha is up and pushes out his legs. He hits hard as the fans let out an "Ooh" as Latrisha steps back and hits a headscissors, sending Brandon to the mat. She then hits a cartwheel and sits on his face, applying the "Suck my clit". The fans hoot and holler as she goes to it.
David Wright: Oh for the..
Ryde Rass: YES! THATS IT!
David Wright: KEEP YOUR HANDS ON THE TABLE!
Latrisha applies more pressure to the hold, but Brandon manages to get himself free from it and starts to get some air inside his lungs. Latrisha starts to get to her feet and swings in a punch, but Brandon ducks it and then takes hold of Latrisha by her hair flipping her over with a Monkey flip, Latrisha lands to the other side of the ring and Brandon charges her with a corkscrew sciccors kick. Latrisha holds her face as Brandon places over his shoulders, but Latrisha manages to wiggle herself out of it..Brandon goes for a clothesline, but Latrisha ducks it. he goes for another clothesline and again Latrisha ducks it. She turns Brandon around to face her the "Coke Whore" laying him out...she covers him..
One...
Two...
Three!!!
Latrisha gets off Brandon quickly celebrating to full effect her victory tonight as the red holds her hands up in the air in victory.
Jacob DeSanto: Here is your winner...Latrisha Lamarte!!!!
- Saying His Piece -
Sean: Damn Savon, what do you want?
Savon: I wanted to see how you were doing; you don’t look so good, are you feeling okay?
Sean: Like you really care.
Savon: I do, if I didn’t then I wouldn’t be here right now.
Sean:Listen, Dynamite was only getting revenge from what happened last week and I don’t blame him, but he is a bitch, and he made a bitch move. He had to attack me with his friends; he couldn’t do it on his on.
Savon: So what do you have to say to him?
Sean: I have a lot of things to say, Dynamite if you want to get physical then meet me at the Pay Per View in any type of match you want, I will give you the satisfaction to pick it because either way I will walk out victorious, or hell if you want to meet before the Pay Per View that’s fine with me.
Savon: Will you be able to go up against Jake Matthews tonight?
Sean:Jakey Poo [Sean laughs] He’s a bitch too, I saw his little comments he made about me be the other day, and I couldn’t help but laugh. I figured that he would throw some homophobic remarks out of his mouth to make himself look bigger and better, but believe me when I say this, he doesn’t intimidate me, he doesn’t scare me, and he damn sure won’t beat me.
Savon: I thought you two were friends.
Sean: That’s the key word, we “were” friends.
Savon: Will this affect your relationship with Star?
Sean:I talked to Star, she said she is not getting in the middle and I don’t blame her, but it’s a shame that she will have to sit back and watch her boyfriend get his ass kicked by a FAGGOT. [Sean laughs]
Vincent walks into the room wearing a wife beater with a silver chain hanging around his neck with the letter “V” hanging from the chain. He walks up to Sean and smacks Sean’s ass asking him if he was ready, Sean smiled and nodded.
Savon: The person I wanted to talk to, that challenge you made against Brandon, are you sure that is something you want to do?
Vincent:Why wouldn’t I? Brandon might have beaten me twice, but this time I will make sure I kick his ass, I’m not to worried about all his trash talking that he does, and how he makes in fun of me. That’s little kid shit, so at the Pay Per View, maybe he can grown up a little and face me like a man, not like the little bitch I made him out to be in my little fantasy, his true colors. And as far as his wife goes, he thinks that bitch looks good, please both of you take a look in the mirror, the truth will finally come out.
Savon: What if you loose?
Vincent: This time I will make sure I won’t loose. And that’s why next week Sinful Ambition is making a challenge to face The Claypunks, and yes bring the manly wife with you, and Dynamite in a 6 man/woman elimination tag match, and how about we spice things up and make it a hardcore match to.
Savon: Wow.
Before Savon could ask another question Vincent smiles as he and Sean exit the locker room leaving Savon standing in the doorway. The two of them exchange a few words before going their seperate ways. Nightmare's heading in the direction of the locker rooms, but then he stops. There's a little noise behind him and he turns around to see what it is; when the camera turns with him, there's nothing there. Nightmare shrugs and turns back around, before he gets blasted out of nowhere as a foot flies into frame, superkicking him under the jaw. Standing over Nightmare's body is none other than Michael Mercer, staring angrily down at him.
Michael Mercer: That's fer attackin' my opponent last week! Unlike some people, I don' like when people are given reasons ta bitch about why I beat them. Jus' leave the ass kickin' to me, understand?
That's all that Michael says before he storms off, shaking his head as he leaves Nightmare stirring on the ground, still confused as to what just hit him.
- Pretty New Face -
The camera fades to PDW's
backstage area leading up to the women’s
locker room where PDW's newest Diva can be found. The camera focuses on
Carliee
capturing her ordering the personal trainer to wrap her leg. Carliee
then
notices the camera man in the room and begins to quickly fix her hair.
Carliee: Hello world, your main focus here. Take a long look at this people, i
have one question for y’all. Why in the hell am I getting my
legged wrapped on
my first night on the job! I mean look at me, I’m too
beautiful to be going
through this shit! Is this what PDW is about? Hurting beautiful women?
Throughout the sold out
arena a series of boo's can be heard coming from the crowd
being directed to Carliee.
Carliee: Oh
shut up! By the looks of the women in this crowd I’m sure
you’re
used to being battered, but that’s where I draw the line! I
am not to be hit in
anyway. I am Missez London dammit! Where is the respect for superstars
such as
myself around here? First I get into a bitch fit with the owners of
this
company then the next thing I know I’m on the floor with a
sharp pain in my
leg! But i tell you what Mr. Jake Matthews you like hitting on Women of
high
standards? Well make sure your watching this next match, look on as my
baby,
the King of this Company Kindred London, tears a hole in Julian darks
bitch
ass! Now get that dusty ass camera away from me, and help me up so I
can lead
my baby to the ring.
Carliee can be seen
leaving the locker room holding her compact mirror and
limping towards the entrance curtain.
Kindred London v Julian Dark
Ryde Rass: And now coming up next is Kindred London and Julian Dark.
David Wright: Yes, they too are in the second round under Amaya’s group to platinum status.
Ryde Rass: Hey you heard about Kindred’s chick?
David Wright: I heard that she’s getting into trouble.
Ryde Rass: Another chick to add to the drama.
David Wright: Well we can talk about that later. The match is going to begin.
Jacob DeSanto: From Brooklyn, New York weighing 228lbs…Kindred London!
Kindred London
King Of PDW
Prodigal Son of PDW
Who run it?
You know, you acting like you don't know
We run it
You know but you acting like you don't know
Who run it?
You know, you acting like you don't know
We run it
You know but you acting like you don't know
You know, you acting like you don't know
I tear the club up fo' sho'
This flow is gon' bring mo dough
And you know but you acting like you don't know
The sparks fly as the music "You Don't Know" by Eminem, 50 cent, and Lloyd Banks. Carliee comes out, as she brings her sexiness, and beautiness to the ring, as she waits on for Kindred London. London comes out as blue sparks drop from above, showering over London and Carliee, as London poses with Carliee, giving the fans something.
Hypnotic, Hennessey, a couple shots of Patron
I have you feeling aight, I get you high as a kite
Party popping shawty says she coming with me tonight
I ain't shoulder leaning, I ain't snapping and popping
Either I'm bobbin ma head or I'm just standing their watching
I'm a hustler I hustle, you can tell that I'm paid ...
Who run it?
You know, you acting like you don't know
I tear the club up fo' sho'
This flow is gon' bring mo dough
And you know but you acting like you don't know
Who run it?
You know, you acting like you don't know
I tear the club up fo' sho'
This flow is gon' bring mo dough
And you know but you acting like you don't know
London and Carliee walks down the ramp, as they both ignore the fans wanting of handshakes, as London gives a grin. Carliee pecks London on the cheek, as Carliee walks up the steps, while London meets her on the apron, as he stretches the top rope wide as he made enough room for her to get in, as she followed through.
London then hopped over the ropes, being fancy, instantly skipping lightly to the nearest turnbuckle, before saluting on to the audience, that he's simply the best. He drops down, as Carliee, applauds him standing in the middle of the ring. London pecks Carliee on the lips, before helping her back out to ringside, as he awaits his opponent.
Jacob DeSanto: Seeing him tonight from Eagle Rock, Ca. weighing 224lbs…Julian Dark.
"Take Me" by Papa Roach explodes through the P.A. System as multicolored pyros shoots up from the stage. The smoke from the pyros 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 the men met up in the middle of the ring, the sound of a squeaky woman’s voice begins to boom over the speakers.
“Go Kindred!....Kindred Sweetie! Hey get your hands off of me!”
Ryde Rass: What the hell what that?
David Wright: Must have been his girlfriend trying to get a microphone but Jacob pushed her away!
Ryde Rass: Well I think security got her now.
Julian watches Kindred off guard and gets him into a Boston crab. Kindred tries to break free and punch Julian in the face but Julian blocks and continues to control Kindred with his grip. Julian slams Kindred down and climbs the ropes.
He execute a moonsault double foot stomp. Julian rolls off of Kindred and goes right back for the ropes. He tries to perform “Black Out” but Kindred rolls out of the way in time. Julian crashes to the mat.
Kindred get to his feet and stares down at Julian who’s trying to get back up. Julian charges towards Kindred and gets caught up in Kindred’s flapjack face buster. In the air Julian goes and then Kindred drive him into the mat face first. Kindred moves over to him and puts Julian in a King Cobra hold and slams his face back into the floor. He goes for the pin.
One…
Two…
Julian kicks out. TC runs into the ring and pulls Kindred off. Julian gets back on his feet and runs towards Kindred and slams him with falling darkness. Kindred spirals to the floor. Julian Dark goes to clothesline London, but with athleticism, London ducks, as London grabs onto Dark from behind, twiddling him around as London comes out of nowhere only to perform a double under hook pile driver, showing his true athleticism.
Julian gets back up but continues to end the fight, he moves back to the ropes and pursues a “Black out” striking Kindred again and succeeds getting him to the floor! He goes for the pin.
One…
Two…
Kindred kicks out and get up. While downing London with a perfect implant DDT into the mat. London gets up only to be a bit woozy. Carliee on the outside slaps onto the mat, trying to get London back on point, also to aware him of Julian behind him. She yells out his name, as London turns around, just in time as Julian launches off the top rope with a supposed hurricarana.
Once again, showing his power and hidden strength, London just catches him, as he holds him in the position of his head being only a few feet from the mat. London grins as he performs a inverted sitdown piledriver, basically forcing Julian's head down into the mat, leaving a mark.
Still Julian won’t keep himself down. He stands back up and goes towards Kindred and nails in the face with his knuckles. He picks Kindred up and hoist him in the air and then slams him back onto the mat. Julian bends his arm back and goes again for the pin.
One…
Two…
Kindred does gets a shoulder up. TC instructs Julian to get up. Kindred springs from his feet and snaps on Julian, he begins to squeeze his head and slams him down to the mat. Julian gets out of the way by rolling off.
Julian shoves Kindred and slams him against the turnbuckle. Julian begins to wail on him, then grabbing his shirt and dragging him towards the middle. Kindred stood days and Julian performs his finisher “Darkness sets in”. He goes for the pin for the third time.
One…
Two…
Three!
Jacob DeSanto: And you winner and advancing to the next round…..Julian Dark!
Ryde Rass: Wow that’s crazy!
David Wright: Everyone thought Kindred had this in the bag.
Ryde Rass: Well Julian had a high bar to reach, he’s Farah man. To think I could have been her man!
David Wright: Why do you constantly lie to yourself?
“Take me” by Papa Roach begins to play and Julian wipes off the sweat off his forehead. And hopes over the ropes and exits the ring as the crowd cheers.
- A Lesson In Respect -
Just after Kindred’s
match, new PDW diva Carliee is shown standing in
the ladies room in a mirror with a bright, confident smile on her face.
As she adjusts her boobs, one of the stalls behind her slowly opens and
out steps 1/3 PDW co-owner Star. Carliee spies her through the mirror
and doesn’t budge. Instead, she gives her a cocky smirk as
not a trace
of a smile is seen on Star’s face. Carliee spins around and
smiles even
wider.
Carliee:
Hello, boss lady.
Star just stands there,
clearly not amused, but she calmly heads for the sink and turns on the
water. Carliee begins fixing herself again before Star suddenly
snatches up the container of liquid soap. She pulls off the top and
tosses the contents right into Carliee’s face.
Star:[Mocking
Carliee] Hello, boss lady. Yeah, whatever.
As
Carliee screams with the liquid stinging her eyes, Star grabs her by
the hair and tosses her into one of the stalls. She then lifts Carliee
head and holds her above the toilet.
Star: Now I
tried to be nice to you, Carliee. But you continued to be a penis
wrinkle! I want you to apologize.
When
Carliee stays silent, Star dunks her head into the toilet and holds her
down for a moment and Carliee flails all over the place to get away.
Star laughs and flushes the toilet before pulling her head back up.
Star: Just say it! That’s all you have do to. Say
“I’m sorry, oh beautiful
and spectacular Glittering Goddess. I’ll never do it
again.”
Carliee
remains silent and Star pushes her head back into the toilet. She yanks
her up again and prepares to say something else. Suddenly, Star pauses
and shakes her head before releasing Carliee.
Star: Ah,
whatever. Guess you’re too dumb to know what’s good
for you. But just
know that you’re on thin ice, bitch.
Very…very…thin ice.
With that, Star gets up
and brushes herself off before walking out of the bathroom and the
scene fade.
Michael
Mercer can be seen in the open doorway to his locker room. Gripping the
top of the door frame, he's been doing pull ups as the camera focuses
on him. He seems to notice the camera's presence soon enough, and he
drops down from his last minute exercises to look straight into the
camera.
Michael Mercer: Familiar position for me, it seems. Michael Mercer, headlinin' another show. This main event means a lot, however; it'll mean either my progression in this Road to Platinum tournament.. or it'll be the end of my shot at sparkly ol' title. The latter of those choices ain't exactly one I'm ready ta succumb to jus' yet, however. In fact, I find myself itchin' for that finals match more an' more with every minute that passes. Although..
Michael trails off and lets out a drawn out sigh.
Michael Mercer: To get ta where I wanna be, I gotta go through two more people. There's Drusilla tonight, and next week... well, I jus' hafta wait an' see to be sure. I will say that for Nightmare's sake however, he better hope Jake beats him tonight. Sure, I already got a little payback for him meddlin' with my business, but tha's really not good enough for me. Fact of the matter is, I hate when people fuck around with me or my opponents right before my matches. It's just bad form, y'know? I mean I know how he is with the love for the sausage an' all, and yeah I can understand why someone would have a crush on the Man-Ox...
Michael so much as stops for a moment to flex his arms for a moment before he continues speaking.
Michael Mercer: ..but the fact of the matter is tha' I don' like people stickin' their noses where they don' belong. So with that said, it's only another reason I hope my friend Jake wins his match, because if he don', well that's another aggravatin' slime ball I gotta take the time to remedy. And that brings me to my real opponent for tonight, Drusilla. Come to think of it, I don' have much ta say to her. I hope she ate her vitamins, said her prayers, an' all that cal, 'cause I do want her to bring her best out ta that ring. Because that's all I deserve to face in that ring: the best.
With that, Michael makes a shooing motion to the camera with his hand before he leaps up and 'slam dunks' on the top of the door frame for no reason.
Michael Mercer: AHHHH, WHITE MAN GOT UPS.
The scene fades.
Jake Matthews vs Nightmare
Jacob DeSanto: The
following match is scheduled for one
fall. Introducing first, from
Ryde Rass: Oh
boy here he comes, quick Dave make sure I don't look good!
David Wright:
Why do you want me to do that?
Ryde Rass: Because
I know Nightmare has a thing for me..I can tell by the way
he looks at me.
The lights dim as
“Money in the Bank” By Lil Scrappy hits the
speakers,
Nightmare makes his away from behind the curtain taunting to the
screaming
female and male fans in the audience, he makes his way down the ramp
until he
reaches the bottom. He turns and points at the curtains and out walks
Princess
and Mercedes, the cheers get even louder as the two walk down the ramp
smiling
and waving to the people in the audience, they meet up with Nightmare
and
accompany him to the ring, Nightmare slides in the ring leaving
Mercedes and
Princess standing outside. He bounces of each rope as he awaits his
opponent.
Ryde Rass:
See...see, he's looking at me Dave.
David Wright:
It's all in your head Ryde.
Jacob DeSanto: And
his opponent. From
The lights in the arena
begin to flicker.
The arena lights go out.
Laughing is heard coming
through the PA system once more.
"Ya'll wanted an encore?"
Again, more laughing is
heard.
Suddenly, "Encore/Numb"
by
#After me, there shall be no more
#So for one last time, make some noise
The fans suddenly
explode into cheers as a figure makes his way out onto the
stage. He's wearing a red hooded sweatshirt, with his head looking down.
#just draw off inspiration-tion
#Soon you gon' see you can't replace him
#with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS
The camera quickly zooms
in on the figures face, as he lifts his head,
revealing none other than, Jake Matthews. Pyros explode all around the
stage as
the hood flies off of his head. Jake smirks as he looks around the
arena.
#Can I get an encore, do you want more (more...)
#I've become so numb
#So for one last time I need y'all to roar
#One last time I need y'all to roar
Jake makes his way down
the ramp, slapping a few high fives on his way. He
rolls under the bottom rope, and pops up to his feet rather quickly. He
faces
the entrance ramp and climbs to the second rope.
David Wright: This
out to be a very good match.
Ryde Rass:
And hopefully a very quick one too because we need to get Nightmare
as far away from me as possible.
As the bell sounds off
Jake Matthews begins to pop his knuckles while staring
at Nightmare standing in the center of the ring. Nightmare gives
Matthews a
wicked clothesline knocking him to the mat not wasting anytime
taunting,
Nightmare then places his foot over the nose and lips of Matthews and
begins
twisting his foot around as Matthew yells in pain.. Nightmare starts to
laugh
as he receives boos from the arena, and begins to lift Matthews up by
the head,
Matthews quickly circles to the back of nightmare and grasps his waist
flipping
nightmare onto the mat for a german suplex! Matthews goes for a quick
cover....
Ryde Rass:
Matthews is not wasting any time trying to get the quick win, but is
to expect after having to face him.
David Wright:
What's wrong with Nightmare?
Ryde Rass:
Well, other than he may be trying to get inside the pants of Jake
instead of wrestling him...that's all.
One...
Two...
Nightmare kicks out with force,
and quickly rises to his feet. Jake Matthews
then prints toward nightmare but get a face full of mat as nightmare
trips Matthews
for a drop toe hold.. Nightmare quickly mounds on top of Jake Matthews
chest,
and gives Jake matthews repeated close fist blows to the head. The
referee
breaks up the blows by pushing nightmare off of Jake, Nightmare reacts
by
arguing with the ref and backing her up into the turnbuckle.. Jake sees
his
opening and quickly rolls nightmare up for a school boy! 1....2....Kick
out!
Jake with a look of distress on his face grabs nightmare by the wrist
and
slings him to the rope, as nightmare comes back he counters Matthews
clothesline attempt and connects with a reverse DDT slamming the head
of Jake
to the mat! Nightmare slowly rises up from the mat posing as the crowd
continues to give him a series of boo's. Nightmare proceeds in picking
up Jake
Matthews by the choker of his shirt and then nails in a kick to his
ribs, he
connects with a hard punch and then runs towards the ropes. Nightmare
attempts
a Spear, but Jake ends up getting out of the way in the nick of time.
Nightmare
turns around to face Jake and gets caught with a boot to the face. He
sends him
to the ropes and then Jake connects with a "
One..
Two..
Three....no Nightmare
manages to get his arm up before the three count and also
gets in a eye rake on the eyes of Jake who stumbles back. Nightmare
gets
himself up from the floor and then proceeds to take hold of Jake, but
Jake
reverses it into a schoolboy...
One..
Two...
He gets to this time and this upsets Nightmare even more who climbs on
top of him nailing in some punches to the jaw of Jake. He gets off him
after
the ref starts to yell at him, but just as fast goes back to work on
him with
more massive punches to the face. Nightmare has enough and picks Jake
up to hit
a Pumphandle slam following it with a running powerbomb taking the wind
out of
Jake completely. Nightmare goes for the cover, but Jake takes hold of
the ropes
stopping the count before it even begins, next Nightmare sends Jake
crashing
toward the ropes, Full speed, he goes to nail a running splash, but
Jake gets
his leg up hitting Nightmare in the face with his boot hard. Jake
climbs the
second ropes as Nightmare was turning around to face him then leaps
from them
connecting with a Tornado DDT. Nightmare's body rolls over and Jake
seemed to
have gotten his stregnth back into the match.
Ryde Rass: That's
right…Jake is going to win this shit!
David Wright:
I wouldn't count out Nightmare just yet Ryde.
Jake picks up Nightmare
and gets some punches to his face. He connects with a
snapmare and then runs to the ropes coming back with a front face
dropkick on
Nightmare who holds his jaw in pain right after. Jake then nails a
Standing
Shooting Star press following it with a running Elbow drop on the neck
of
Nightmare. Jake next climbs the top rope with determination looking to
end the
match right then and there. He goes for a top top Elbow drop, but
Nightmare
gets himself out of the way in the nick of time. Jake starts to hold on
to his
elbow as Nightmare gets to his feet, he begins to kick the obviously
hurt elbow
of Jake and then hits a DDT driving the elbow of Jake first letting it
connect
with the mat floor. He makes his way to the second rope and briefly
sits on the
turnbuckle yelling at the crowd, Matthews looks over at nightmare out
of the
corner of his eye and sees nightmare sitting on the second rope,
Matthews then
runs towards nightmare lifting his leg in air and connecting with a
fierce
superkick to the nose of Nightmare! Nightmare slowly slumps over from
the
impact and falls to the mat. Jake takes the cover....
One...
Two..
Three!
Jake gets
to his feet still holding on to his shoulders, as
T.C Paine raises his good hand up in victory.
Jacob DeSanto: Here
is your winner...JAKE MATTHEWS!
- No Justice, No Peace -
The focus of the PDW camera now
views Jake Matthews as he
makes his way to the weight room. When Jake approaches the weight room
two
police officers come to the sides of him. Jake looks at the policemen
in confusion
as they shove him toward the exit of the PDW building.
Policeman:
Jake Matthews, come with us for questioning son. It seems that you
like beating on defenseless women.
Jake starts to refuse to
follow the demands of the policemen but changes his
mind by getting into the police car. As Jake drives off with the
policemen
there is only one thought circling around in his mind, "That Bitch
Carliee".
Policeman: I
don’t need to put these hand cuffs on ya do I son?
Jake looks at the
policeman briefly but then changes his focus back to the
doors of PDW...
Michael Mercer vs Drusilla Clayborne
Ryde Rass: Shit, Mercer has become the official woman beater of PDW. I don't think anyone got that title over him.
David Wright: What about you?
Ryde Rass: That case was thrown out man.
Jacob DeSanto: Coming to the ring first, from Baton Rouge..she is the "Queen of Spades...DRUSILLA CLAYYYYBORNE!
Let's Go By Trick Daddy/w Twista & Lil Jon hits as the crowd rises to their feet with cheers. The video screen lights up showing Drusilla double teaming an opponent with Jasmine and hitting her 6th Street Hustle. Drusilla steps from the back with Todd Clayborne by her side. He slaps Drusilla on the butt making her jump and laugh a bit. She jumps up yelling to the crowd only getting them more pumped as Todd yells out "It don't get any better than this" Todd makes his way down the ramp, even slapping a few hands as Drusilla runs & slides into the ring and gets up on her knees pumping her fist in the air. Todd climbs into the ring as Drusilla jumps to her feet. She runs and jumps up on the turnbuckle and gives a gunz taunt as Todd encourages the crowd to cheer louder for her. Drusilla jumps down as the music dies down. She leans against the turnbuckle as Todd stands on the apron giving her a few words of encouragement as she awaits the match to start.
David Wright: Drusilla is looking focused tonight. Mercer may have his work cut out for him.
Ryde Rass: Mercer's pimp hand has been strong when it has come to these bitches...
Jacob DeSanto: And her opponent...hailing from The Bronx, New York...MICHAEL MEEEERCER!
The arena is driven to silence as the lights fade to black. Soft guitar notes begin to play as the crowd begins to stir in anticipation for what's to come. As the guitar and bass begin to pick up in tempo, a single spotlight cuts through the darkness and appears in the middle of the crowd, darting about almost at random. A female voice soon sounds on the PA system, growing in intensity with the music.
I will give you sanctuary...
You want to see me burn, I am living fire
You want to see me burn, I AM LIVING FIRE
You will know me by the hate, I swear
You will know me by the scars I bare
We are the thousand children of death
We're in-between, on the fence, nondescript antagonist
I'm in-between, on the fence, nondescript antagonist
David Wright: He looks just a tad bit pissed.
Ryde Rass: Ah well, he will beat Drusilla down and make her cook him his food butt naked with nothing but her house shoes on.
David Wright: You want us to get sued, don't you?
T.C sounds for the bell as Mercer and Drusilla circle each other in the ring. Mercer goes in to tie up with Drusilla, but she ducks under and runs to the ropes. Mercer turns around and sees her coming up fast, jumping off of the mat with a cross body. Mercer leaps up in time and drills her in the stomach with a drop kick. He backs up as Drusilla gets into a defensive position holding her stomach. She walks it out as they circle again, this time tieing up. Mercer goes for an arm wrench, and begins to apply the pressure to her, twisting it violently as Drusilla holds her arm. She manages to get lose and roll through as they look at each other again. Once again the go into a tie up motion, and Drusilla manages to do the same thing the first time, ducking under Mercer. But instead she stops quick and waits for Mercer to turn around. As he turns, she steps up and hits a spinning heel kick sending Mercer down to the mat.
David Wright: Mercer caught off guard, and Drusilla doesn't seem to want to slow down.
Drusilla quickly runs and hops to the top rope, perching quickly and waiting for Mercer to get up off the mat. As he does, Drusilla jumps halfway across the ring and hits a missile drop kick. She quickly goes for the pin as T.C drops down.
One..
Kickout. Mercer gets off the mat as Drusilla picks him up and tosses him to the ropes. Mercer holds onto the ropes but Drusilla charges and hits another dropkick, sending Mercer through the ropes to the outside. As Mercer staggers about on the outside, Drusilla charges and leaps over the ropes. Mercer quickly sees this coming and sidesteps, watching Drusilla hit the ground on the outside as the crowd sounds like the impact hurt them as well. Mercer doesn't take time, as he quickly leaps up onto the security barricade and places his feet, quickly jumping back off and hitting a guillotine legdrop on Drusilla. He grabs Drusilla by the back of the hair and tosses her into the ring. He follows up and stands across the ring, as if waiting for her to get up.
David Wright: Mercer not on the offensive, what is he thinking?
Ryde Rass: Probably what kind of breakfast he wants Drusilla to cook him.
Drusilla stands up, shaking her head around as she eyes Mercer. Michael circles around Drusilla slowly, carefully. He seems a little hesitant to move in and lock up with her and Drusilla is immediately getting bored. She yells at him, trying to taunt him to come forward, but he stays back, seemingly at a loss for how to wrestle the woman. Finally she gets a little too eager and closes the gap between the two herself, but Michael surprises her by lunging forward and nearly taking her head off with a loud clothesline! The crowd is sent into a frenzy as they cheer at the high impact move. Drusilla rolls around holding her head as Mercer goes and picks her up. Still shaken from the move, Mercer stands her up and bounces off of the ropes. As he comes closer, looking to hit another clothesline, Drusilla ducks and runs to the opposite ropes. Mercer bounces off his and comes back as Drusilla jumps to the middle rope and leaps back.
David Wright: Looks like Drusilla is looking to hit Mercer with "Errtime" and ..wait..
As Drusilla flips back, she goes over the returning Mercer's head and brings her arm in front of his neck. She hits the mat and stands up, with Mercer in a reverse DDT setup. She drops down as she connects with Down and Dirrty.
David Wright: A nice combination of moves there...
Ryde Rass: I guess Mercer will be the one butt naked sweeping the kitchen floor.
Drusilla drops down into a cover as T.C follows up.
One...
Two..
Mercer gets the shoulder up as Drusilla looks to T.C with a sort of frustrated look. She drags Mercer to the ropes and sets his head up in the middle. She runs off of the ropes and comes back, spinning through and hitting 'Jacked Up'. Mercer stumbles back holding his head as Drusilla leaps off and goes to hit the Hustle and Flow. But Mercer steps back and then forward, hitting the airborne Drusilla with a superkick that sounds throughout the arena. Drusilla hits the mat quick and hard, as Mercer falls into the pin.
One..
Two...
Kickout by Drusilla. Mercer looks a bit aggravated but goes back on the offensive, picking Drusilla up and scooping her up. Drusilla manages to slither out behind Mercer and twists him around, hitting him with the "Ace of Spades". She quickly goes into the pin as T.C drops down once more.
One...
Two..
Thr- Kickout. The fans cheer for the showing of both wrestlers as Drusilla looks to Mercer, practically just saying with her eyes to stay the hell down. She picks Mercer up with both hands, but Mercer slaps both hands away and stands up tall. Drusilla aims a kick that could've possibly been a low blow, but Michael catches her foot. He then spins her around so her back is to him, before tugging her back and lifting her up with a huge German Suplex. He holds onto her after the hold and lifts her up with him, and hits another hard German Suplex. After the second suplex, however, he still does not let go. He holds her up and the crowd cheers as Michael completes the hat trick, before shooting back up to his feet and throwing an arm into the air, getting the crowd amped.
Ryde Rass: The crowd is really into Michael tonight.
David Wright: Well, he has become one of the fan favorites in the recent weeks.
Mercer picks up Drusilla and sends her toward the ropes, he then connects with an elbow to the side of her face and then moves himself toward the ropes as he climbs all the way to the top one. Still holding on to Drusilla he practically drags her up with him, looking to end this with his finisher the "Laid To rest" But before he can Drusilla wraps her legs over Mercer and nails a Frankensteiner from the top rope. Drusilla then marches on to Mercer connecting with a stiff kick to his rib cage, she sends him to the ropes, she nails a Chick Kick to his ribs once again bending him over as she goes on to nail the "6th Street Hustle"..she goes for the cover...
One..
Two
Three!!
Drusilla holds her head as she climbs off Mercer, The crowd is shocked as Drusilla advanced in the tournament tonight. She gets to her feet as the red raises her hand in the air for the tremendous victory.
Jacob DeSanto: Here is your winner....DRUSILLA...CLAYBORNE!!!
David Wright: OH MY GOD WHAT AN UPSET!!!
Ryde Rass: That big bitch just beat the undefeated Michael Mercer? Oh, this night is definitely crazy as hell!
“Upgrade U” by Beyonce featuring Jay Z blasts over the PA system and the crowd immediately jumps to their feet and erupts with cheer. Star then steps out onto the stage and pauses with her hands on her hips and a smug grin on her face. A moment later, the huge and destructive Talk walks out as well. Star begins her confident strut down the ramp with Tank following behind her.
David Wright: Man, look at this. Tonight is just insane but we had to expect to see her out here at one point.
Ryde Rass: Damn, damn, damn! She is just too fine. And she’s even finer when she’s mad. This woman got a temper on her!
David Wright: Yeah, if there’s anything she’s known for besides her beauty it’s that hair trigger temper of hers. It seems all of our bosses have been showing a mean streak tonight.
Star pauses just outside of the ring and Tank walks up ahead of her. The 7 foot 2inch giant climbs up on the apron and Star follows using the stairs. Tank holds the ropes open and allows Star to enter. Once inside the ring, Tank stands off to the side as Star strolls around, gazing out into the crowd. Tank pulls out a mic and hands it to her. Star then stops in the center of the ring and raises the mic to her lips.
Star: You know what, people? The three women who run this company have been walking around all night making statement after statement with the sole intent of bringing the floating egos in this place to the ground. I’ve watched some of you fools walk up in here and act like you run shit to the other superstars. All I could do was laugh because the shit was definitely amusing. But then we had some folks with a little bit too much heart and not enough brains to know that this is not a fucking game. Disrespecting those on the same level as you is one thing, but when you start jumping stupid with the people who SIGN YOUR FUCKIN’ CHECKS then that’s when we need to perform a few reality checks.
Star nods in the direction of the Platinum Tron as it comes to life. It shows a jobless and completely beatdown Kurupt Loc being whisked away in an ambulance. It cuts to Kirsta Lewis standing around with a look of concern on her face as EMT’s attend to an out cold Rayne.
Star: You see, these muthfucka didn’t know the meaning of respect, but they definitely do now.
The screen now shows Kindred London attending to a shaken Carliee and soon cuts to Erik Harris and his sister Kayla, both equally fucked up.
Star: Yup, those bitches too. They also didn’t know the meaning of respect so we felt obligated to teach them.
Rayne Young? I told your dumbass to stay out of this arena until I said for you to come back, and you know as well as I do that you brought that shit on yourself. And then you continue to show that your brain is completely useless by showing up that very same day! Like I wouldn’t find out or something. Did you think I was playing? Shit, what you NEED to do is stop acting like a dickhead and worry about Priest and why your girl has the equivalent of Bush’s presidential skills in a wrestling ring. I seriously think your ass is on drugs. Keep acting like a crackhead and I swear you’ll be pissing in a cup soon. You’ve got those “crackish” symptoms, baby. Especially after you put your hands on me.
Now, Kurupt Loc I don’t even need to explain. His dumbas has been expired. We just haven’t thrown him in the trash yet until tonight. Good riddens to a bitch nigga that didn’t belong here in the first place.
Erik and Kayla Harris? Both dumb as hell. And Erik, I don’t care if you did say you’re sorry. Fuck your apology. Obviously it wasn’t sincere because you continued to act stupid after the fact with your lame ass insults and “video tapes”. Nobody watches VHS anymore, Erik. Duh! I mean we both know that you’re just acting out because Farah doesn’t want you. Get over it, dude. Move the hell on and knock some sense into your tacky ass sister.
And then there’s little Carliee…Kindred’s girlfriend. Bitch came up in here with a chip on her shoulders before she even showed her face at Disclosure. What’s up, sweetie? You think you’re some kinda superstar? Somebody owes you something? Wrong….WRONG! News flash, sweetie. You are only as big as I allow you to be, especially when you came up in here with no credentials and NO NAME! So stop thinking you’re “it”. Haha…think twice…’cause ya got a long way to go. Not you, not your boyfriend, NONE of you are above me, Farah or Amaya. You bitches work for US! And the sooner you all figure that out, the easier it’ll be on all of you. But until then, insubordinate bitches will be dealt with in whatever ways we see fit. Hate it or love it, you can’t do shit about it. The days of me putting up with bullshit from PDW are over. I’m making a clean sweep of everything. Getting rid of sour attitudes and cutting out some rift raft soon enough. It’s time that PDW shape up and living up to it’s owner’s names. Next time there won’t be any lectures.
The smile that Star had has since faded as she looks out t the fans with a hard expression. “Upgrade U” hits the speakers once again and she tosses down her mic. She then exits to the backstage with Tank right behind her.
Ryde Rass: Damn, did y’all hear that? Star just told the roster off! She said get it together, bitches!
David Wright: Playtime is DEFINITELY over!
The camera then pans to the stage where Star as paused. She looks back as the show fades on her arrogant smile and the PDW logo flashes across the screen.