D I S C L O S U R E

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

“Get Psycho” by Disturbed begins to play as a shot of the camera scans the arena of a lively crowd jumping up and down, screaming, cheering, whistling, etc. Signs are hoisted up in the air such as “Latrisha is my bad girl!”, “Go Vincent, I <3 you!” “Mercer sets my fire!”

At then end of the ramp, the camera zooms in to see Tank taking pictures with fans. One fan had on Mountain Dew from head to toe. Another fan had on everything with Jake Matthews’s face. And the third fan made a PDW statement as he sported all his gear with PDW labels and a fan shirt with Star, Amaya, and Farah.

The lights of the arena blink on and off and spotlight colors shine in circles around the ring. The Platinum Tron turns on and quickly recaps last week’s winners…taking their wins.

KibbyD
Vincent Banks
Mike Ryba
Shane Meras
Latrisha Lamarte
Julian Dark
Jake Matthews
Drusilla Clayborne

The trons then fades into displays tonight’s event on a double screen.

Kirsta Lewis vs Zayda
Vincent Banks vs Dynamic Dynamite
Nightmare vs Erik Harris vs Priest
Julian Dark vs Mike Ryba
Drusilla Clayborne vs Jake Matthews
Latrisha Lamarte vs Shane Meras
Kindred London vs Brandon Clayborne vs Michael Mercer

The scene fades as the camera cuts to Star coming into the arena holding hands with Jake Matthews with smiles and a smooth swift. The scene cuts to Farah coming out of her limo and paparazzi snapping pictures of her. She smiles and waves to the camera. The scene then cuts to Amaya standing on a picnic table outside of the arena laughing with Erik Harris.

Just as the music ends, the camera cuts to the commentary table with David Wright and Ryde Rass.

Ryde Rass: What’s up?!?!? Welcome to yet another Disclosure!

David Wright: Yes, folk! We are excited as we have a lot of things going on tonight.

Ryde Rass: And it’s going to be off the wall!

David Wright: Speaking of that, last week was filled with a lot of surprises…

Ryde Rass: The boss bitches took out practically everyone! Loc was fired, Harris and his sister were jumped!

David Wright: Not to mention the shocking turnout between Micheal Mercer and Drusilla Clayborne!

Ryde Rass: I think it was a nation wide shock! The man was so pissed he was supposedly out the door.

David Wright: Which brings us to our wild card! Nobody saw it coming but now we’ll see Mercer, Kindred London and Brandon Clayborne….last weeks losers…facing off for a spot for PPV next week!

Ryde Rass: We saw Brandon punch Vincent last week too. And London violating Jake Matthew’s property.

David Wright: Among other things. But! Tonight is the last round to RTPS before the main face off at PPV Crimson Incantations.

Ryde Rass: With Dark going against Ryba….Drusilla Clayborne going against Matthews…Lamarte going against Meras and finally the wild card!

David Wright: So it’s going to be one fun filled night and who knows what to expect!!!!!

-Midol For The Baby-

We open inside what looks to be a Wal-Mart. We see Drusilla enter the store wearing a pair of army flare cargos and a tight black tank. Hanging on her arm is a blue shopping basket. She smiles a few people who recognize her. She even takes the time to sign a few autographs before she excuses herself and begins to shop. She first walks down an aisle of feminine products and adult diapers and stops grapping the economy pack of super absorbent depends as she speaks.

Drusilla: Here we go. *holding them up* For you Mercer cause this week you have been nothing but an overgrown baby. I beat you that’s it, there was no fluke or favoring or any other of that shit. I went out and did exactly what I said I was going to do. You were my bitch end of story

Drusilla smirks as she tosses the depends in her basket as she grabs a box of Midol

Drusilla: For you Ember maybe it will help you control your pre menstrual psycho rage. I know I am mega bitch around that time but you make me look like a saint girl.

Drusilla laughs as she turns and walks down another aisle containing face creams, wax’s lotion and face scrubs. Drusilla grabs some wax and acne scrub as she speaks again

Drusilla: For that hairy lip and uni-brown you got going on Ember. And some acne scrub to clear up those craters. Trust me girl I am doing you a huge favor out of the goodness of my heart.

Drusilla continues on and reaches the end of the aisle where there is a display of Kleenex tissues now with lotion. Drusilla grabs a few boxes and tosses them in her basket

Drusilla: To dry you eyes Ember after I take the world title and then turn around and beat your scrawny ass for you. *Looking dead at the camera* Encase you missed that I ACCEPT your little challenge. Once I am done with the tournament or if by some odd chance I lose, you’ll get your match. Just make sure you actually learn to hang with me baby.

Drusilla winks as she continues walking towards the check out. She sits her basket down as the cashier smiles

Cashier: Hi, how are you today?

Drusilla: Pretty damn good *laughs* Just picking up a few gifts for two very special people

Cashier: Ah well that’s nice of you….Your total is 20.12.

Drusilla pulls out her check book and fills it out before handing it to the cashier. Drusilla smiles and tells the cashier to have a nice day as she exits the store. Drusilla goes to climb into her car after tossing her bags in the backseat as the scene fades into a commercial break.

-Seeing Stars-

The scene opens up in the backstage area as London is on his cellphone, as he walks in circles, as Carliee stands by, awaiting what the deal is. London finally hangs up, as a smile gleams across his face.

Carliee: What's up?

Kindred London: Everything is on it's way.

London plants a kiss on Carliee as he smiles.

Kindred London: What Star did to you last week, payback will be happening tonight. Everything is set in stone. They'll be here within an hour or so.

Carliee: So what is it?

London smirks as he holds Carliee around the waist, he heads with her back to the locker room, as he looks at her.

Kindred London: You'll see. Star will see too ...

The scene fades out to the ring.

Kirsta Lewis vs Zayda

Ryde Rass: Well, the first match is going to cause me to orgasm more than Monica did with Bill!

David Wright: Ryde why must you tell us this? Anyway the first match is going to be Kirsta Lewis vs. Zayda in a Bra and Panties Pink Slip match.

Ryde Rass: And that's the reason why I must say this..Zayda...Kirsta...Bra and Panties...WE'RE ALL WINNERS HERE!

David Wright: Let's just go to Jacob.

Jacob DeSanto: The first match of the evening is a Bra and Panties pink slip match. The rules are the match are simple, the first lady to strip her opponent down to her bra and panties is the winner.

The fans give a loud pop as they hear this.

Jacob DeSanto: Introducing first, from Philadelphia, PA. On a weight of 130 pounds....she is Zayda!!!

The beginning bass of "So Excited" by Janet Jackson sounds out, and four muscular men dressed in fire fighter uniforms run out on the ramp holding hoses ready to spray the crowd, when a figure behind them eases her way down a pole sitting in the middle of descending platform. Zayda, also dressed in the same uniform, struts off the platform as it reaches the floor. She peels off the hot layers of the fire fighter attire as the “fire fighters” rush over to “cool” her off as she dances from one to the last to the ring.

Ryde Rass: Is it me or this girl looks better everytime I see her..I just wish she was around more to be seen.

David Wright: Your not the only ones as our bosses made this match a pink slip since neither Kirsta and Zayda have been showcasing their talents here in PDW.

Ryde Rass: I know, I just wish they can stay cause they look so good.
Jacob DeSanto: And her opponent. From Ft. Lauerdale, Florida..on a weight of 130 pounds. She is...Kirsta Lewis!!!

"Animal" By Nickleback plays and the crowd gets to their feet for Kirsta Lewis to step out from the back.

Ryde Rass: Let's get this match started!

Everyone including Zayda wait patiently for Kirsta to make her prensence, but after a couple of minutes nobody steps out of the curtains. Everyone starts to look at each other wondering what was going on as nobody had no clue to where Kirsta Lewis was..then the tron starts up to images of Kirsta laid out in a puddle of blood backstage, the medics are beside her raising her limp body into a stretcher so they can get her some medical help. The entire crowd were shocked to see those imagines as well as Zayda who was looking clearly at the tron while they located Kirsta into the ambulance.

Ryde Rass: Oh my god...they killed Kirsta...

David Wright: Who ever did this is a bastard.

Ryde Rass: So does this mean that Zayda is our winner since Kirsta didn't even make it out?

David Wright: I don't know.

Zayda is still shown inside the ring looking more confused than ever as she talks to Jacob DeSanto on what's going to happen to her match. She continues rambling on, but then the camera begins to zoom in on a figure wearing a black outfit covering it's face completely, it comes out of the crowd toward the ring toward Zayda who was still talking to Jacob and not paying attention to the figure getting inside the ring.

Ryde Rass: Who the hell is this now?

The dark covered figured finally gets inside the ring and then begins to take off its boot while marching toward Zayda who was still paying her attention to Jacob, Zayda now turns around and sees the figure coming towards her as a reaction she moves out of the way, but the dark figure was too fast for her and ends up knocking her down with the boot in the face. The dark figure now watches as Zayda holds her head in pain, but it wasn't done yet as it started now to rip off the clothes of Zayda leaving her in her bra and panties.

Ryde Rass: Well, I can't blame the unknown person in ripping off Zayda's clothing because I myself dreamed of doing that as well.

David Wright: We need to get someone out here now.

Now the dark figure raises Zayda to her feet and throws her into a turnbuckle, she slaps her across the face for good measure then takes off the mask exposing her face for the entire crowd to see.

Ryde Rass: It's..It's...CARLIEE!

Carliee picks up the boot from the floor once again and knocks Zayda with it once again nearly taking her head off and obviously busting her head open with those fierce boots. She flicks her hair to the back as she watches her work with a smile on her young face.

David Wright: I heard that these two had an altercation backstage a couple of days ago, but I never thought it would lead to this.

Ryde Rass: Do you think she was the one that took out Kirsta to get to Zayda then?

David Wright: If she did, then that is one dangerous woman we have here.

Carliee: Look at you now bitch! Ive been sitting on the sidelines way too long, im gonna show you people and all these divas in the locker room that i can hold my own in the ring.. Speaking of the ring ill be ring side in the corner of my man, Kindred London, beaming the beauty i was born with.. Good day to you people, and zayda you might wanna get some stiches for your head honey, that gash looks pretty bad.

Carliee blows a kiss to the out cold body of Zayda then smiles at the crowd who were booing her with enjoyment, she then gets out of the ring with a joyful look all the way to the back.

-New Friendship?-

The camera cuts back stages as we see Amaya and Erik Harris walking into the building with a strong case of the giggles. They make their way stumbling down the hall and Amaya sees the camera is turned on. She looks back at Harris and puts her arm around his neck and points at the camera.

Amaya: Look Harris, there's America.....say cheese!

Harris: Cheese! You got cheese? I want cheese. Damn, Im hungry now…

Amaya: [Busts out laughing] Yeah...you're gonna need...something to eat....your match is coming up! Did I say coming....on TV? Oops?

Harris: Screw it! You can say coming on TV. You are the boss... or well, a third boss...or 1/3 of the boss.

Amaya throws her hands up with a puzzled face and continues to laugh as she almost trips but Harris catches her.

Harris: Oh Snap!

Amaya: Shit...I think I need something to eat too.

Harris: Careful Grace.

Amaya: Oh I get it….You’re Will and I'm Grace....[Frowns] Does that make you gay?

Harris stops and lets go of Amaya, who almost falls but catches herself using Harris to hold her up.

Harris: I....Im not......NO! Wait a min...That ain’t cool boss considering I gotta fight a gay man tonight.

Amaya: Fool! Don't you ever let me go like that! [She fixes herself as she hold on to his shoulder] And so what if you are facing a gay man? [Chuckles] You need some munchies...come on.

Harris: [acting gangster] Aight, Mrs. T. …Runnin’ round here callin’ people fools…I PITY DA FOOL!

Harris stops and leans against the wall for a moment as he begins laughing. Amaya looks at the camera, and pouts then looks back at Harris.

Amaya: Man! I forgot we are on....LIVE! Let's go we need something to eat before we go on doing something else foolish....

Harris then stands up straight and fixes himself. He then walks next to Amaya and they begin walking through the halls heading towards the food table. Harris walks over to the mini BBQ hotdogs.

Harris: Look! Little Wieners!

Amaya: Ewwwwww [Frowns] I want cheetos!

Harris: Where is Julian? Did he lose his wieners? [Looks at the camera] Julian! I found your wieners!!!

Amaya: [Cracks up] I think we need to go now....the camera is still watching....

Harris: We cant go....Nightmare might want some wieners too. Besides, Im still hungry!!!!

Amaya: Let’s go!

Harris throws together a quick sandwich as Amaya pulls him away

Special guest ref: Ember

Vincent Banks vs Dynamic Dynamite

Jacob Desanto: The following match is a standard match and is one fall to a finish. Introducing first , your special guest referee for the match EMBER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The lights in the arena dim as the music begins to play. Ember walks out in a referee’s shirt and 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 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 your first combatant for this match , hailing from St. Louis, Missouri and weighing in at 275 pounds “The X-Rated Icon” Dynamic DYNAMITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Sick" by 100 Proof starts to play over the pa system as the people in attendance start to realize who is coming out to the ring. The spotlights meet up at the entrance ramp, and you can see walking out of the curtains is the entourage of Dynamic Dynamite in, Carmen Hayes, Jada Fire,Vanessa Blue, Candace Von, and Derrick Dynamite. As they wait then you see OG Thug come out and he is followed by "Mr. X-Rated" Dynamic Dynamite the one and only "X-Rated Icon". Wearing his fur coat and sued hat you can see the crowd boo as Dynamic and his entourage walk to the ring with little to no problems as they are just nonchalant about everything. Entering into the ring Dynamic and the others act as egotistical as you would expect.

Jacob Desanto: And his opponent, Hailing from Atlanta, Georgia and weighing in at 180 pounds “The Devils Advocate” Vincent BANKS!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Leather So Soft" By Lil Wayne blasts through the speakers, Vincent walks out wearing dark sunglasses with a red flag hanging from his back pocket. He makes his way down the ramp and slides into the ring bouncing off each rope

David Wright: This should be interesting

Ryde Rass: Interesting. This should be a massacre. Not that Ember would cheat for Vincent or anything

David Wright: Sure she wouldn’t.

Ember calls for the bell and immediately Vincent charges Dynamic Dynamite but runs into a big boot. Dynamic Dynamite grabs Vincent pulling him up and whips him into the corner. He starts nailing Vincent with rights and lefts. Dynamic Dynamite backs up and get a running start but Ember steps in front of Vincent and Dynamic Dynamite has to stop. He begins arguing with Ember and turns his back just long enough for Vincent to nail him in back of the head with a roll of quarters. Quarters go flying everywhere as Dynamic dynamite drops to the mat in a heap. Vincent takes his time walking around and then rolls Dynamic Dynamite over and puts a foot on him for the pin as Ember counts

1…

2..

Dynamic Dynamite kicks out

Ryde Rass: One hit and Dynamic Dynamite drops like a rock.

David Wright: Yeah just a regular hit. The roll of quarters had nothing to do with it.

Ryde Rass: So he dropped some change out of his pocket. No big deal.

Vincent gets up in shock and pulls Dynamic Dynamite up. He whips Dynamic Dynamite into the corner and then charges in behind him, nailing Dynamic Dynamate with a sharp elbow, then grabs his head and takes him down with a bulldog. He rolls Dynamic Dynamite over , trying to go for a pin but Dynamic Dynamite forcefully shoves him away and gets to his hands and knees. Vincent goes to kick Dynamic Dynamite but Dynamic Dynamite grabs his foot and gets to his feet. He spins Vincent around and then nails him with a clothesline that knocks Vincent for a loop. Vincent stumbles to his feet and falls against the ropes. Dynamic Dynamite charges and takes both him and Vincent over the top rope with a clotheslines. Both men crash to the arena floor but Ember doesn’t begin a count, instead goes to check on Vincent.

Ryde Rass: Now that’s the kind of referee’s we need. Look how concerned Ember is for the welfare of PDW superstars

David Wright: I don’t see her checking on Dynamic Dynamite.

Ryde Rass: That’s because he isn’t important. No one cares about him

Ember helps Vincent up but Vincent gets grabbed by Dynamic Dynamite. He goes to slam Vincent’s head into the ring post but Vincent blocks it and slams Dynamic Dynamite’s head into the ring post instead. Dynamic Dynamite stumbles away but a knee to the back by Vincent sends him flying chest first into the guard rail. Vincent grabs a chair and nails Dynamic Dynamite across the back with it while ember just looks on. He nails Dynamic Dynamite with the chair again before rolling Dynamic Dynamite back in the ring. Dynamic Dynamite stumbles t his feet as Vincent goes to the top rope. Vincent leaps off going for a moonsault but Dynamic Dynamite catches him and slams him down to the mat with a modified slam. Both men are down on the mat and Dynamic Dynamite slowly makes his way over to Vincent and drapes an arm across his chest. Ember stands looking around almost as if afraid to count but finally decides to

1..

Ember waits a few seconds and then goes to count two giving Vincent a chance to get his shoulder off the mat.

David Wright: Oh come on . How fair was that? That had to be the longest two count ever

Ryde Rass: What do you mean. Nothing wrong with making sure his shoulders are down before she counts is there.

David Wright: That was at least 8 seconds

Ryde Rass: Not by my watch

Dynamic Dynamite gets up and grabs Ember looking as though he was going to hit her. He backs her into the corner as Vincent gets up. Vincent charges but Dynamic Dynamite is ready for him and turns around catching Vincent, taking him over with a huge power slam. Dynamic Dynamite waits for Vincent to get up and the hooks on a Cobra clutch. He begins swinging him around while keeping him locked in the hold and it looks as though Vincent was out cold. Ember raises Vincent’s arm up but lets it rope across the top rope then calls for the break. An enraged Dynamic Dynamite goes after Ember chasing her out of the ring. He slides back in the ring ad runs right into a leaping roundhouse kick from Vincent. Vincent grabs Dynamic Dynamite and slaps on the sharpshooter. Ember begins to ask Dynamic Dynamite if he wants to give up by Dynamic Dynamite grabs the ropes.

David Wright: He has the ropes. Break the hold break the hold.

Ryde Rass: So much for being unbiased right?

David Wright: This just isn’t right. It’s basically a handicap match.

Ryde Rass: Entertaining isn’t it?

Dynamic Dynamite yells out in pain but Ember lets Vincent hold the sharpshooter without counting. Vincent pulls Dynamic Dynamite back toward the center of the ring but Dynamic Dynamite manages to power himself out of the Sharpshooter getting to his feet and holding on to Vincent’s legs. Dynamic Dynamite falls backwards Launching Vincent in the air and Vincent crashes face/chest first into the corner. Vincent stumbles backwards right into Dynamic Dynamite who nails him with an Inverted Suplex. Dynamic Dynamite follows that up with a neckbreaker on Vincent. Dynamic Dynamite waits for Vincent to stumble to his feet and then picks him up for X-rated. Vincent manages to drop off Dynamic Dynamites shoulders and as Dynamic Dynamite spins around, Vincent nails him with a kick to the midsection and hits a Pedigree. Both men go down

David Wright: Dynamic Dynamite went for it all but Vincent shows he doses have wrestling skill.

Ryde Rass: Are you saying , you thought he didn’t?

David Wright: Not at all but he sure hasn’t had a chance to show it here

Ryde Rass: What do you mean it’s been a great match

Vincent crawls toward the ropes and pulls himself up. Dynamic Dynamite gets to his feet as well. Vincent charges hitting a clothesline from Hell that staggers Dynamic. He hits a second clothesline from hell and Dynamic Dynamite goes down. Vincent quickly to the top rope and looks to hit a moonsualt. He leaps off but Dynamic Dynamite rolls out of the way and Vincent crashes hard into the mat. Both men get up slowly. Vincent goes for a right hand but Dynamic Dynamite blocks it. Dynamic Dynamite backs Vincent into the ropes and whips him across the ring. He catches Vincent and nails him with a Samoan drop slam . Dynamic Dynamite grabs Vincent and locks in Dragon Suplex. Vincent struggles to get free but looks to be fading fast. Vincent gets a burst of energy and raises his legs catching Dynamic Dynamite in a modified headscissors and rolling him into a pin position. Ember counts

1…

2…

Dynamic Dynamite barely lets go and kicks out before the three.

Ryde Rass: I suppose you say that was cheating as well.

David Wright: Not at all. That was a great move by Vincent and it almost spelled the end for Dynamic Dynamite

Ryde Rass: Dynamic Dynamite’s luck has to run out some time.

Dynamic Dynamite gets up and yells at Ember once more about a fast count. Vincent low blows Dynamic Dynamite from behind Causing Dynamic Dynamite to collapse to the mat. He goes to the corner and motions for Dynamic Dynamite to get up and as he does charges for the Devils Advocate Spear. Dynamic Dynamite moves but manages to pull Ember in the way. Vincent nails Ember wit The Devils Advocate and then stares in shock. He goes to check on Ember as Dynamic Dynamite gets to his feet. Dynamic Dynamite spins Vincent around, kicks him in the midsection and then hits Creative Control. He covers Vincent going for the pin. Another referee runs down the aisle and slides in the ring

1…

2…

3..

Jacob DeSanto: Here is your winner……. DYNAMIC DYNAMITE!!!!!!!!!!

Dynamite slowly rises to his feet after the match he had with Vincent, he starts to make his way out of the ring but spots Nightmare standing at the top of the ramp.

Nightmare: Slow down Dynamite, where you going?

Fans cheer

Nightmare: I remember last week you decided to send your two flunkies to sneak attack me, beat the hell out of me and then you decided to come finish the job. That's a shame, because at least when I attacked you, I did it by myself. But that's not the reason why I am here though, I'm not here to bitch and whine about what went down last week, but more to talk about what will go down this week.

The crowd cheer even louder.

Nightmare: You see, I took the time to come out here and to prove to you why I am better then you. Oh I almost forgot, your two little fuck buddies, they won't be able to help you tonight because I took care of them.

Nightmare points at the titan tron above him, and it shows OG and Derrick lying on the ground next to each other all bloody and beaten up with a chair lying on the ground. Sean laughs as Dynamite becomes furious.

Nightmare: Don't like that huh?

Before Dynamite can do anything, Ember comes running out of the crowd, she slides in the ring and runs over to Dynamite and low blows him making him fall to the ground. Nightmare drops the mic on the ramp and sprints downs the ramp sliding in the ring-helping Ember kick Dynamite in his stomach.

The fans give them a mixed reaction

Vincent slowly rises to his feet, and slides out of the ring. He reaches under the apron and grabs a chair and a chain and throws them into the ring, Ember grabs the chair and motions for Sean to lift Dynamite up and he does so, Ember charges at Dynamite slamming the chair in his face knocking him down to the ground.

Nightmare: Ha! Ha! Stupid punk!

Nightmare grabs the chain off the mat and walks over to Dynamite and wraps it around his neck, the ref tries to pull Nightmare off of Dynamite but Ember pushes the referee out of the way and Nightmare continues to choke Dynamite out, the blood rushes from Dynamite's face but that doesn't stop the vicious attack on that Nightmare is giving to Dynamite.

Vincent: Lift his ass up.

Nightmare stops choking Dynamite and lifts him up, Vincent backs up a little and then super kicks Dynamite in the face knocking him down to the ground. Nightmare slides out of the ring and reaches under the apron and pulls out a table, he slides the table into the ring and Vincent starts to set it up.

Nightmare: FINISH HIM!

Nightmare pulls Dynamite to his feet and kicks him in the stomach, he sticks Dynamite's head between his legs and lifts him high in the air, and Ember and Vincent walk over to Nightmare and help Nightmare slam Dynamite's motionless body down onto the table. Dynamite lies there motionless on the mat while Ember, Vincent, and Nightmare stand above Dynamite. Nightmare walks and grabs a mic from the ring announcer.

Nightmare: This is a warning, do not mess with me Dynamite. Believe me when I say this, that come March 11th, it will be you and me. ONE ON ONE. And I will prove to you and the whole damn world that I am the best this industry has to offer, I will see you at the Pay Per View in a NO HOLDS BARRED I QUIT MATCH! And believe me at the end of the night, you will say I QUIT.

Nightmare laughs as he tosses the mic down on Dynamite's chest, he spits on him and all three members of Sinful Ambition climb out of the ring. "Riot" by Three Days Grace blasts once again. Vincent goes to leave the ring and suddenly Smoke On The Water begins to play. Ember, Vincent and Nightmare prepare for a fight and start looking every where expecting Brandon to show up. Instead the videoscreen lights up with Brandon's face

Brandon: Hey *whistles* Up here. Ember you're looking good. Like the outfit Hot hot hot..in that creepy sort of way. Let's get down to business. Vincent. I've taken the time to consider your offer for a match. All things considered I do have an answer. There could only be one answer in fact and the contract is already signed. Tonight I have some business to take care of first but whether it's at the ppv which I think I'll be busy then too or somewhere down the road. It will be me and you one on one.

Vincent climbs up on the turnbuckle and points at Brandon on the screen, yelling insults at him

Brandon: Relax I know you wanna fight. Don't blow your load. As I've said it's gonna happen. After all I wouldn't miss out on embarrassing you once again. After all you embarrass yourself ever week. So who am I to put a stop to that. So go on have your fun but I'd watch the shadows. Check behind you whereever you go because when you least expect it. You'll turn around and bam,find out the man named Nightmare is nothing compared to coming face to face with me when there are no rules. See ya soon *long pause* Punk Ass....

-Comercial Break-

-Something To Prove-

The scene starts backstage where Nightmare is shown standing in his locker room; Vincent and Ember walk in to greet Sean before his match.

Vincent: You ready?

Sean: Hell yeah, why wouldn't I be? It's just Darkness and Priest, I can handle both of them.

Vincent: It sucks I lost my match, but I’m not to worried about that right now.

Sean: Dynamite had a lucky win, who cares. Focus more on Brandon, not Dynamite. He is my business!

Ember: I had the week off, but I know that I will be ready for the Pay Per View.

Sean: And I will to.

Vincent: Same here, I can't loose to Brandon again. That will be embarrassing.

Sean: None of us can afford to loose, I promised that we would change this federation around and that's exactly what were going to do.

Vincent: That was some funny shit we did to Dynamite, that will teach him not mess with you.

Ember: I thought it was hilarious.

Sean: You guys stay back here tonight, I need to do this on my own.

Ember and Vincent nod in agreement as Sean makes his way out of the locker room and the scene fades to the next match.

Nightmare vs Erik Harris vs Priest

Jacob DeSanto: Ladies and Gentlemen now proceeding to the next match….Please welcome from Atlanta, Georgia and weighing at 205lbs….NIGHTMARE!

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 opponents.

David Wright: Triple threat matches are always fun to watch.

Ryde Rass: Only when its women and they are in the mud.

David Wright: [Sighs] Seriously Ryde…you need help, sometimes.

Jacob DeSanto: And now please welcome from Cincinnati, Ohio and weighing 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…

"Are You Scared Of The Dark?"

Metalingus (Edge Remix) by Alter Bridge then begins as the crowd begins to jump to their feet awaiting the arrival of Darkness Erik Harris.

"On This Day, I See Clearly, Everything Has Come To Life, A Bitter Place And A Broken Dream, And We'll Leave It All Behind."

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. 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. He climbs in the ring with a mean faces and leans against the turnbuckle with his arms crossed.

Jacob DeSanto: And last but not least….Please welcome from Houston, Texas and weighing at 328lbs….PRIEST!

Passive by A Perfect Circle hits the PA system. As Priest steps onto the stage, the crowd gives him a mixed reaction. Stopping in the middle of the ramp, Priest glares into the crowd with a sinister smile. As the opening guitar riffs start to kick in, the lights in the arena flicker on and off as flaming pyros go off.

After a couple seconds, Priest twists his neck to crack his spine and heads down the ramp. Once he gets to the ring, he removes his black sunglasses and taunts tossing them into the crowd, but doesn't.

He sees a child walks over to him, and acts like he's going to give it to him. But instead of giving them to the child, he drops them to the floor and stomps on them. He continues to make his way to the ring.

Ryde Rass: All three of them are big and heavy. Someone is going to get smashed.

David Wright: Yes, I doubt that this match will end with a light touch.

Ryde Rass: But who will get their ass whooped? …that’s the question.

David Wright: Looks like Priest is making the first move….

Priest approaches Harris and gives him the “Big boot” right in the stomach. Harris doubles over a couple of steps in front of the turnbuckle. Priest shakes his head and stares down at him. He grabs Harris and rolls his arm back into an arm bar with force sending Harris to his knees.

Moments later Nightmare attempts a moonsault on Priest from behind but lands horribly wrong not to mention having little effect. The maneuver makes Priest let’s go of Harris and stumbles towards the turnbuckle. Nightmare gets to his feet and tries to gets Priest in a half crab position but Harris interferes and executes a spine buster on Nightmare towards the other side of the ring.

Ryde Rass: Did you see that domino effect?

David Wright: Beautiful.

Ryde Rass: Harris is far from happy, he just dropped Nightmare on his ass!

David Wright: That are extra substances used with the boss is making him very hostile.

Ryde Rass: I remember those days…Patterson St. was nothing but guns and fun.

David Wright: Good thing we have you here.

Harris glares back at Priest moving towards him. Priest leans down to catch Harris with a punch but Harris ducks back and grabs Priest’s head and slams his face to his knee. Harris continues and performs an intense samoan drop and taking Priest to the floor.

Nightmare hits Harris in the back with a scissor kick. He pursues Harris and places his head into his leg and Nightmare hooks his arms. He executes a Pedigree and goes for the pin.

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Two…

Harris kicks out. Nightmare rises up and Priest snatches him in a full nelson hold. He hoist Nightmare in the air and slams him down with a Full Nelson Slam. The crowd goes wild and jumps out of their seats.

Harris runs towards Priest and kicks his calf sending Priest down to his knees. Priest tries to react quickly and back hands Harris across the face. Harris becomes pissed off and connects Priest with a kick to the head and then performs a sharpshooter ending in a stand up position.

Nightmare hops to his feet and progresses towards Harris and hit him with huricanrana to the mat. Nightmare quickly climbs the apron and jumps off landing a 5-star frog splash on Harris. Priest comes from behind and hits Nightmare with “snake eyes”.

Priest turns Nightmare around and hits him with a European upper cut and a couple of knee strikes. After seeing him in pain, Priest drives Nightmare body and gets him with his “Black out” and goes for the pin.

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Two…

Harris spears Priest in the back making him let go of Nightmare and loses his breath. Nightmare rolls away and tries to pull himself up with the ropes. Harris pushes himself off the ropes and hits Nightmare with a running clothesline sending him to the mat. Harris turns his attention towards Priest who begins to pick himself off the floor.

Harris stands behind Priest, grabs him around his waist, lifts him up, and falls backwards while bridging his back and legs, slamming Priest down to the mat with his shoulders and upper back first. Harris keeps the waist lock and continues bridging with their back and legs, pinning the Priest’s shoulders down against the mat.

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Two…

Priest kicks out with such force he sends Harris back. He slams his fist across Harris’s face and he stumbles backwards. As Priest attempts to get to his feet Nightmare creeps from behind him and executes a reverse DDT. Priest tries to struggle making Nightmare fail but Nightmare keeps up with his strength and succeeds, putting Priest back onto the mat.

Nightmare jumps up and now has his eyes on Harris, who is breathing hard. He moves towards Harris and they lock up. Nightmare breaks hold and gets Harris in a vertical supplex position and performs a brain buster. Nightmare leaves Harris when he sees Priest getting back up.

Ryde Rass: Why didn’t he go for the pin?!

David Wright: Guess he wasn’t done with Priest.

Ryde Rass: This match is confusing.

Nightmare grabs Priest and executes his finisher “Destruction”. Slammed to the mat, Priest doesn’t move for a couple of seconds. Nightmare goes for the pin.

One…

Two…

Just before TC could call out three…Harris performs a lionsault landing on top of Nightmare and Priest! All bodies collide and Priest yelps at the curses at the bottom trying to get up. Nightmare yells in pain. Harris quickly hops off as he feels them move under him. Harris performs an elbow drop but only hits Nightmare as Priest rolls away.

Priest gets to his knees and jumps up. Harris hits Priest with a “Blackout” and Priest’s body hits the turnbuckle. Nightmare is seen moving towards Harris. Nightmare punches him in the face twice. Harris frowns and executes a vertical supplex sending Nightmare out of the ring.

Ryde Rass: Holy shit! Did you see that?

David Wright: Maybe I should be drinking some Mountain Dew.

Ryde Rass: He just threw him out of the ring, so he can take Priest to himself!

David Wright: Smart tactic….they were going at it back and forth!

Priest is now hovering over Harris and places him in a triangle choke hold. He continues with a reverse DDT and a twisting armbar. She forces Harris to the mat and held him down for the pin.

One…

Two…

Out of nowhere Nightmare brings Priest down with a springboard DDT. Causing Priest to let go of his hold. Priest pounds the mat with his fist having to fail a pin. Nightmare continues and spears Priest in the back. Then Harris approaches.

Harris gets Nightmare “Into the darkness” and slams him down to the mat. Priest gets up and runs to punch Harris in the face but Harris ducks, turns around and shoves Priest into the ropes. Harris continues as he reverses the move and gives Priest a nasty uppercut. Night mare runs from behind and shoves Harris who slams against Priest. Priest flips over the ropes and crashes onto the ground outside the ring unconciously.

David Wright: Is he just lying there?

Ryde Rass: He better hurry up or he’ll miss the fight.

Harris turns around, not worried about Priest and Nightmare gets him in a pump handle slam. Nightmare brings Harris back to his feet and Harris tries to punch him in the face. Nightmare blocks and punches him back sending him crashing to the mat. Nightmare gets Harris in a Figure 4-Leg Lock and Harris yells in pain. Nightmare rolls off and climbs the ropes as executes a swanton bomb on top of Harris! The crowd is amazed and is jumping up and down their seats. Harris lays lifeless and Nightmare smiles wide and goes for the pin.

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Two…

Three…

Jacob DeSanto: Ladies and Gentlemen….your winner tonight! NIGHTMARE!

The lights dim as “Money in the Bank” By Lil Scrappy hits the speakers. Nightmare is excited and give Harris the boot on his buttocks. Harris flinches and Nightmare slides out of the ring. He runs down the ramp celebrating his victory and the crowd cheers for him as he exits the arena.

David Wright: Ladies and Gentlemen…this has been one crazy match.

Ryde Rass: Priest knocked out and Harris gets the boot as Nightmare takes the win tonight!

David Wright: Don’t go no where folks we have more to come!

-Commercial Break-

-Junk Material-

The scene transfers back to the backstage area, as the scene is now outside, in the back of arena. Where the staff worker's vehicles are at. A loud revving noise is clearly heard throughout the lot. The camera finally catches the rumbling sensation of the monster truck known as "Big Foot". Inside of it, is none other than Kindred London himself as he smiles cockily out of the cockpit window of the truck through his helmet.

Kindred London: I'm bout to crush this shit .... Payback hurts definitely

In front of the big monsterous truck, sits PDW's partial owner, Star's vehicle. The crowd erupts in roaring fashion. Most booing and most cheering. The camera switches and changes to the left only to see Carliee give the thumbs up, letting London know the coast is clear.

Kindred London: Aight ...!

London revs up the thunderous engine of the truck, as he puts it into gear, moving forward. The truck makes contact with the car, as it bumps it, trying to get a roll. As it does, taking several seconds, the glass and such begins busting and blowing out. London continues to smile, as he continues to push forward, as the truck is now on top of the car, as the vehicle has now become totally squashed on the one side.

The back wheels makes tracks as it beats down on the rest of what is now considered "Junk Material". London laughs a bit, as he finishes it off, making sure of nothing being left to it. The inside of the hood of the car is now in flames as smoke billows from underneath the bent-up hood. London shows a satisfied smile, as he gets the truck to turn around. He finally gets out of it, taking off his helmet as he goes over to Carliee.

Kindred London: That is how you do it! Now her and Matthews will have to catch a cab. She should've never put her hands on you.

Carliee: That was awesome, baby. What about that Matthews?

London smirks, as he arches a brow.

Kindred London: He got next ....

The camera takes another shot at the now crushed car, as the crowd inside the arena are still on their feet. London was now satisfied with what had happened. He kissed Carliee on the lips as they walked back into the facility. The camera get one last shot at it all, before it fades.

-The Laws of Rhysics-

We cut Backstage now, as the scene opens to show Savon Sem standing in front of the camera smiling. The fans whistles and such as she looks to the camera.

Savon: Tonight holds the last matches before the finals of the tournament. And I am about to get words from a man who looks to reach the finals.

As she walks on, she stops right behind Mike Ryba who seems to be standing in front of a bunch of highschool teenagers.

Ryba: And that is why on prom weekend you should always have unprotected sex. Now move a long I have shit to do...

The fans laugh as Ryba turns to see Savon Sem standing there. He glares at her before looking to the camera, and then back to her.

Ryba: What?

The fans murmur again as he shrugs and looks to Savon.

Savon: Tonight you will fight Julian Dark. And the winner will place himself into the finals and have the chance to become PDW's first ever Platinum champion. What is going through your mind before your match, and who else do you expect to see in the finals?

Ryba: Why do you do that?

Savon: What?

Ryba: Strip me naked with your eyes...you do know I am a human being right?

Savon goes to say something but Ryba places his finger near her mouth and nods. He brings it back as he begins to speak.

Ryba: I actually have a lot on my mind about this tournament. Tonight I fight a man who has been giving his party sized Milky Way to one of the bosses. And normally to any other person who is insecure about his job, they would bitch. But actually this is a blessing in disguise. It will show that women suck at picking who they want to bone.

The fans don't cheer as much for the comment as Ryba shrugs.

Ryba: Love me or hate me on these words, whatever...but that is how I feel on it.

Savon: So what are you trying to say, that Farah should be boning y-

Ryba: Stay professional PLEASE!

Savon rolls her eyes as Ryba smiles his hollywood trademark smile.

Ryba: No, I am not saying that by a long shot. I am just saying that the Almond Joys are being passed over by the women of PDW, and by the laws of Rhysics that shouldn't be happening.

Savon: ...Rhysics?

Ryba: Yeah...the laws of Ryba...

Ryba chuckles as he looks to her.

Ryba: Anyway I have nothing against Julian, but he will not beat me tonight. As a matter of fact, I will try to finish the match quicker for him so he can get laid sooner then later. And as far as the rest of the tournament.

Ryba shrugs and begins to rub his chin.

Ryba: You have either Jake Matthews or Drusilla Clayborne. And to be honest with you, I would like to have Matthews in the finals to fight, if I manage to get there. Mercer said that he saw a bulge in her pants last week, and for a while I have had the hunch that she has an adams apple the size of a grape fruit. So I would rather fight a man, then someone who I am iffy about as far as the sexual gender goes.

Ryba chuckles as he thinks some more.

Ryba: And Latrisha Lamarte or Shane Meras. I really could care less. It will either be a chick who has more crabs in her panties then there are crabs in the bays of Sandy Hook. And then there is a man who is the skinny, white, pale version of Miss Cleo. So whether it will be the STD's or the Tele-marketer, I really care not.

Ryba smiles as he begins to talk about the wild card match.

Ryba: And with the wild card, I hope it is Mercer. He took his first loss hard, and I hope he gets past Brandon and Kindred to make it to the finals. And that right there is all I have to say on that. So if you excuse me you sexy thing you...I have to go and win the match tonight so I have a reason to be at this pay per view.

Ryba walks off as the scene fades to black.

Julian Dark vs Mike Ryba

Jacob DeSanto: And now fighting tonight for the final round in Amaya’s group please welcome from Eagle Rock, California and weighing at 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.

Jacob DeSanto: Fighting him tonight from The Jersey Shore, New Jersey and weighing in at 286lbs, please welcome 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. As the music trails off, he turns to face Julian Dark.

They both move to the center of the ring and lock up. At first Ryba over powers Dark and shifts him towards the corner. Ryba pulls back his arm and swings a shot with his fist but Dark ducks and pulls from underneath. Dark violently shoves Ryba as he’s turning around, into the turnbuckle and punches him in the stomach. Ryba doubled over and Dark places him into a head lock.

Dark yanks him towards the middle of the ring. He punches Ryba in the face to induce pain as he looks around to make his next move. Dark shifts his body and places Ryba in a front face lock, then Dark runs up the turnbuckle while keeping on the hold and flips backwards, slamming his Ryba to the mat. The crowd cheers while Dark stands up and throws his hand in the air bringing more of a rise from the audience.

David Wright: He just hit him with sliced bread.

Ryde Rass: He’s only going to make the man more pissed off.

David Wright: Remember what he did to Harris last week.

Ryde Rass: Yup, Julian better not burn out or he’ll be out.

Ryba stands behind Dark and grabs him around his waist, the lifts them up high in the air and Ryba falls backwards while bridging his back and legs. Ryba keeps the waistlock and continues bridging with their back and legs, pinning the Dark's shoulders down against the mat. Ryba lets go after Dark struggles to getout.

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Two…

Th….

Dark kicks out and picks up his upper body. He quickly elbows Ryba in the face. Ryba then stumbles sideways. Before Dark’s body can hit the ground, he catches him with his hands and pushes himeself back onto his feet. Ryba is keeping up with he speed and Dark corners him...

As Julian's match is going on, the crowd begins to explode as we see the curtain at the ramp begin to move. Out walks Erik Harris. The crowd cheers as they know the fight going on between Harris and Dark. Harris then holds up his hand and tells the crowd to wait. Harris then walks back over to the curtain and holds it open and out walks the female from Julian's past, Lacey Ryden. The crowd explodes into even more of a frenzy as this was a pure slap in the face of Julian. Harris then puts his arm around Lacey and says something to her as he points towards the ring. Julian realizes who is with Harris and gets a pissed off look on his face. Harris and Lacey begin walking down the ramp towards the ring as Julian just shouts at them. Harris and Lacey then stop at the bottom of the ramp and watch on as Julian turns his focus back to the match.

Dark looks over to Harris and gives him a look that can cut through walls, but he knew what was at stake and decided to get back into the match. Dark now stomps his foot and then punched him in the chest. Ryba falls back against the turnbuckle. Dark grabs Ryba and attempt a clothesline but right before sending Ryba off Ryba reverses it. Dark flies against the ropes but reacts quickly and puts his arm up, connecting with Ryba’s next and sending him to the floor.

Ryba leans against the turnbuckle and tries to get up and Dark is on the the other side of the ring. His eyes are slow and steady and he takes off running and smashing Ryba with a cannonball. The crowd goes crazy. Dark rolls away as Ryba’s face shows that he’s shocked from the impact.

DW & R2: Damn!

Ryde Rass: Buddy got crushed!

David Wright: Julian is trying to impress someone tonight!

As they both get to their feet they face on another. Ryba is enraged and executes a running STO. Both of them crashes to the mat. Ryba rolls over him a perform an anaconda vice. Dark takes a couple of second and wiggles away. Ryba spring back to his feet and so does Dark. Ryba moves towards him and grabs Dark’s neck with a squeeze and then quickly locks his waist and flips hjim over on his back. Ryba hooks Draks arm and toss him across the ring.

Ryba doesn’t stop and grab Drak and setup him up on his knees. Ryba walks away and taks off hitting Julian with a “Stray Bullet”. Dark is back to the mat motionless. Ryba goes for the pin.

One…

Two…

Thr….

Dark kicks out! The crowd screams at the near ending pin. Dark kicks Ryba off of him. Dark struggles to get to his feet. Ryba rushes towards him and Dark kicks him in the stomach and catches him before falling back and persues a double arm DDT back to the mat. Buying him some time Dark sprints to the ropes and quickly execute a shooting star leg drop.

Ryde Rass: Did you see that?!?!?!

David Wright: That was too fast for me….

Ryba is sprawled out Dark puts him in an armbar position and goes for the pin. The crowd is jumping of their seat viewing this remarkable event.

One…

Two…

Ryba kicks out! The crowd cheers and shouts. The arena is going crazy! Dark and Ryba are back to their feet. Both of the pacing back and forth catching their breaths but keeping their eyes on each other. Ryba has his hands on his hips as he brings back his normal breathing and Dark bites down on his lip and moves towards Ryba.

As Julian charges Ryba, Ryba reaches down and grabs Julian by the legs, bringing him up in a flapjack motion. But instead of hitting the mat, Ryba slams his head into the turnbuckle. As Julian hits and stumbles back, Ryba grabs him and hits with a tiger suplex. But instead of letting go, Ryba brings him up and shifts it and hits Julian with a dragon suplex. Once again he doesn't let go, picking Julian up and then latching around his waist, hitting him with a German suplex.

The fans begin to roar as Ryba continues to latch on, bringing him up and hitting him with another German suplex. Ryba still refuses to let go, bringing up the somewhat limp body of Julian, hitting him with another German suplex. This time he lets go and stands up, looking down at Julian. Ryba then reaches to his own wrestling boots, and begins to brush the dirt off of them.

Ryde Rass: Pimpin! Pimpin!

David Wright: So now your pro-Ryba after he left an indent in your forehead.

Ryde Rass:...man forget you.

Ryba stands at Dark’s feet and grabs his legs and lifts him up. Ryba then bends one leg so that the shin is behind the knee of the straight leg and places the ankle of the straight leg in their armpit. With the same arm, Ryba reaches around the ankle and through the opening formed by the legs, he locks his hands together. Ryba then steps over Dark, turning the turning him over as in a sharpshooter and proceeds to squat and lean back.

David Wright: Oh he’s got him in a Texas Clover leaf.

Ryde Rass: There’s no way he’s going to get out of this one.

TC Begins to count quickly.

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Three…

Jacob DeSanto: Your winner and going to the final round….MIKE RYBA!

“Denial begins to play over the whole arena as Mike Ryba gets off of Julian Dark. Ryba stands on the turn buckle and throws his hands up as the crowd goes insane. Ryba slowly slides out of the ring with estactic energy as Dark gets up with a disappointing expression on his face. Ryba touches hands with most of his fans and then climbs the rail. He throws himself upon the crowd and then carry him up and down.

Ryde Rass: Does that fool thinks he’s a rock star?!?!

David Wright: Give him credit the man is happy.

Ryde Rass: He’s not champion yet.

David Wright: Oh well it’s been one hell of a match. A total beating!

Ryde Rass: Yes…makes us look forward to the rest of the night. I’m pumped!

-The Glammed Attack-

We see Farah walking down the hallway nodding to superstars and PDW staff. She arrives at her office door and enters. She goes to flick on the lights.....nothing. He then flicks the light switch on and off a few times, nothing. All of a sudden the door gets kicked shut and Farah screams but only for a split second. The lights the then flicker and we see two figures. Male and Female.

Male: Hey Farah...Are YOU scared of the dark?

Lights come on and we see Erik Harris and his sister Kayla. Harris is holding Farah down with his hand over her mouth so she cant scream.

Harris: So, ya want to have Tank attack me from behind? Your "man" wants to attack me with a ballbat? Well, turn about is fair play. Boss or not Farah, you start messing and getting involved in this. You are gonna get hurt as well. Now, because my mother raised me right, Im not gonna hit you. But Ill be damned if I leave this room without you paying the price.

Harris then lifts Farah up and holds her as Kayla begins slapping her across the face. After a few slaps, Kayla then looks at Farah and measures her up and then nails her with a closed fist across the mouth. Farah falls to the ground as Harris just steps back and lets Kayla continue to do the work. Kayla just gets ontop of Farah and begins slamming her head into the ground. After about a minute, Kayla stands up and looks at Farah, motionless on the floor. Harris then walks over to Farah and looks at her. We see a small trail of blood coming from her bottom lip.

Harris: Now, next is gonna be your little lover, Juilian. And when Im done with him, both of you are gonna know not to fuck with us!

Harris then picks her up and carries her over to her desk and drops her in the chair. He then positions her so that she is sitting at her desk. Harris then puts her arms on the desk and puts her head on her arms to make it seem as though she is sleeping. Harris and Kayla then walk over to the door and open it. Kayla exits.

Harris: Alright Farah. Thanks anyways. I thought Id atleast ask.

Harris then lets the door shut as he and Kayla walk down the hall and to their dressing room fading out to a commercial break.

Drusilla Clayborne vs Jake Matthews

Jacob DeSanto: The following match is scheduled for one fall and it is round three in the Road To Platinum Status Tournament. Introducing first….DRUSILLA CLAYBORNE!!!

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: Now here is someone everyone thinks should start being called The Miracle Girl after a surprise win over PDW favorite Michael Mercer last week.

Ryde Rass: Yeah, she shocked the hell out of me. But no one can sleep on her skills now. It wasn’t a landslide win but she got the damn job done and here she is tonight. Ain’t nobody gonna change that.

David Wright: You’re right about that. Drusilla has been getting a lot of flack for simply doing what she set out to do. Most people are usually praised for winning a tough match. She’s been criticized for it left and right, mostly by Mercer himself.

Ryde Rass: Yeah, he has been barking like a bitch. Lets see what happens between her and Jake in this match though.

Jacob DeSanto: And her opponent, all the way from Stillwater, Oklahoma…JAKE MATTHEWS!!!

The lights in the arena begin to flicker.

"HaHaHaHa"

The arena lights go out.

"Are Ya'll Ready?"

Laughing is heard coming through the PA system once more.

"I don't think ya'll are ready."

"Ya'll wanted an encore?"

Again, more laughing is heard.

"Well Here It Is MuthaFuckaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas"

Suddenly, "Encore/Numb" by Linkin Park and Jay-Z begins to blare through the PA system as the lights begin to flicker once again. The fans all jump to their feet awaiting in anticipation on who they know is about to enter the arena.

#Now what the hell are you waitin for
#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.

#Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen
#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.

#I've become so numb
#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.

Ryde Rass: And this boy. He gettin’ a little too comfortable with Star. You heard about them two in the shower or something?

David Wright: Oh, I definitely heard about that, Ryde. I don’t know anyone who hasn’t. I can’t think of anything that’s been talked about more.

Ryde Rass: Farah and Julian in the parking lot?

David Wright: You might be right about that one.

With both competitors in the ring, the bell sounds out and Drusilla quickly goes in to lock up with Jake. It proves to be a not so wise move though as Jake quickly overpowers her and shoves her to the mat. Drusilla quickly bounces back to her feet and spears Jake down. She then leaps onto him and starts to go for a few punches but she pushes her off of him almost immediately. She rolls over and lands on her knees, keeping up her quick pace and running for Jake again. This time she’s able to connect with a knee smash right to his face that knocks Jake’s head back. He holds his face and then looks at his hands, seemingly checking for blood but there is none. Jake then pulls Drusilla’s feet out from under her and she falls backwards. He stands up and holds both of her legs apart before bending her leg slightly and leg dropping her right where her knee connects to the lower half of her leg. Drusilla howls in pain and Jake immediately does it once again. He then hooks the leg and goes for the pin.

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Drusilla kicks out, putting an end to the three count. Jake then gets up and grabs her by the hair to drag her to her feet. He launches Drusilla into the ropes and she bounces back to dodge a clothesline attempt by Jake. Drusilla bounces off the ropes on the opposite side and comes across with a flying crossbody into a pin.

One..

Two…

Jake kicks out before T.C. has a chance to count to three. Drusilla takes a deep breath and brings herself to her feet, carrying Jake along with her. She then bounces him off the ropes and sends him back to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Jake rolls over onto his stomach and Drusilla goes for him again, this time throwing him into the opposite corner. She then performs a double backhand spring and goes for the elbow but Jake moves himself out of harms way. With Drusilla now in the corner, his boot connects right with her chin. Jake then monkey flips her to the middle of the ring and flips on top pf her. He starts letting his fists fly on her before Drusilla manages to get her foot in his stomach and shove him backwards. She then leaps onto him and tries for some punches of her own but Jake grabs a fistful of her hair and yanks her off of him. As Drusilla gets up and heads his way again, still on his back, Jake kicks her in the face. Right away, Drusilla goes down. Jake then gets up from the mat and gathers Drusilla as well. He then begins to go for an underhook DDT but Drusilla is resilient and refuses to let her take him down. Jake then changes his approach and throws her into the ropes. She comes back and he hits her with a brainbuster. Jake then takes Drusilla and plants her back into the mat with a fisherman DDT. The fans roar in approval as Jake goes for another pin.

One…

Two…

Thre…Drusilla kicks out at the last possible second.

David Wright: well, so far so good. They both seem to be trying their damndest to win this thing.

Ryde Rass: Of course they are. I would too for a shot at the platinum title. That is what they’re wrestling for. Or did you forget?

David Wright: If course I didn’t forget.

Jake starts to get up and pull Drusilla to her feet when she suddenly breaks away from him. She then pushes him into the ropes and trips him up with a spinning toe hold. Jake stumbles to his feet and Drusilla nails him with an enziguiri right to the temple. Jake falls back into the ropes grabs a hold of him and locks in a sleeper hold. She keeps the hold in place for a minute, adding continuous pressure to drain Jake’s energy before she changes her positions and takes him down with a Russian leg sweep. She then goes for the ropes and bounces off the second one to land on Jake with her infamous “Errtime” lionsault. She stands up and then comes back down on Jake with a guillotine leg drop, remaining on top of him for the cover.

One…

Two…

Thre…Jake gets the shoulder up, allowing the match to continue on. Drusilla gives a sigh, visibly winded, and rolls off of Jake. She then picks him up and drapes his arm around her shoulder. Drusilla goes to lift him up for a vertical suplex but Jake is able to use his weight to remain on the ground. He then reverses it and instead drives her into the mat with a vertical suplex of his own. Jake then goes for a stalling moonsault and lands the move perfectly. He continues his assault by picking up Drusilla. He then tosses her into the corner where she falls into a sitting position and immediately charges at her. He climbs to the top rope, does a handstand, and swings down with both feet, connecting right with Drusilla’s chest.

David Wright: Matthews with the NMN2 to Drusilla.

Ryde Rass: That shit looks like it hurts for real.

Matthews picks up a dazed Drusilla and props her upright for a moment before climbing to the top rope with her in tow, but what he doesn’t realize is that Carliee is now making her way to ringside. Back in the ring, Jake stands on the top turnbuckle with Drusilla. He then takes to the air with a beautiful Top Rope Flipping Samoan Drop that the fans go crazy over. As Jake is about to go for the pin, Carliee leaps up onto the apron and takes the referee’s attention. Not having anyone interfere in this match, T.C. Paine makes her way over to Carliee and starts to chew her out. Just then, the level of noise in the arena suddenly raises and Kindred London appears through the crowd. He hops over the barricade with an aluminum pipe in hand and goes straight for the ring. T.C. still has her hands full with Carliee and pays no attention when Jake Matthews stands up and turns around to see why his count isn’t being mad, only to get cracked over his skull with the pipe by Kindred. After his work is done, Kindred exits the ring and Carliee steps down. Thinking that she’d done her part, T.C. goes back to the competitors and Drusilla climbs to her feet. With Jake down, she runs to the ropes and hits a springboard moonsault, followed by a pin.

One…

Two…

Three….

Jacob DeSanto: Here is your winner and advancing to the last round in the Road to Platinum Status….DRUSILLA CLAYBORNE!!!

David Wright: Wow! Did you see that?!

Ryde Rass: Hell yeah I saw that. Carliee and Kindred just came down here and hustled Jake Matthews out of the highest honor in PDW. He’s gonna be mad as hell when he wakes up!

David Wright: It was only a matter of time before Kindred came for his payback. You better believe this won’t be the end of this.

-Commercial Break-

Latrisha Lamarte vs Shane Meras

Ryde Rass: Next up we got that hottie Latrisha Lamarte vs Shane Meras. I hope Latrisha wins this as she is one fine ass woman.

David Wright: But what does that have to do with having any talents at all? Not saying she doesn't have them, but you make it seem like she should win it because of her looks.

Ryde Rass: And your point is what David?

Jacob DeSanto: The following match will determine with Platinum star advances in the Road To Platinum Status tournament. First out, From Merthyr Tydfil, UK...On a weight of 190 pounds....please welcome...Shane Meras!!!

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

Jacob DeSanto: And his opponet, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada...on a weight of 131 pounds...she is..Latrisha...LAMARTE!!!

Smoke billows as "Pretty Like Drugs" by Queen Adreena 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: Well, this is going to be a good one knowing Latrisha as I do..personally.

David Wright: If I'm not mistaking you were afraid of her before?

Ryde Rass: I wasn't scurred...I was just...just...I hate clowns!

Latrisha eyes up Shane as they both stand in the center of the ring. They look for away to start the match and then each go for the same move locking up, Latrisha although comes in by coming out of it and grabs on to the hand of Shane, she flips his hole body over and then drops her leg onto his arm which from the pressure looked like it really hurt him there, she then goes for a short submission manuver using her legs to twist the arm of Shane. you could see that he was in pain now as T.C Paine goes over to him to check if he was giving up early on the match, but he shakes his head and Latrisha gets up. Latrisha now picks Shane up by his hair and gets in a stiff kick in the midsection following a hard punch to his face, she nails in a cradle suplex taking out the wind of Shane to come out with a shoulder Neckbreaker causing more damage to the arm of Meras. He holds to it with pain as he starts to crawl to the corner post, but Latrisha was right on his trail nailing, full speed ahead, a boot to his stomach, Shane quickly holds it as Latrisha begins to place him on the top rope.

Ryde Rass: This match is all ready filled with action..see Latrisha never fails to dissapoint me.

David Wright: She may just take the win tonight Ryde.

Latrisha slaps Shane now quite hard leaving her hand planted on his face, she then climbs the ropes and gets a kick to the side of his head before using both legs to nail her signature move "Suck My Clit" which made all the fans go nuts in the arena. She gets to her feet and smiles at her work before getting in some kicks to the rib cage of Meras, Latrisha now takes Shane off the ground and Irish whips him to the ropes, he comes back and manages to dodge the clothesline from Latrisha, he turns around and with his good hand gets in a hard punch to her face. he then takes her hair and gets in a head butt sending her back to the ropes getting her self caught with them.

David Wright: I'm not liking the look on the face of Shane right now.

Ryde Rass: Why not?..not your type?

David Wright: Shut up. I'm talking about what Shane is planning on doing to Latrisha now that her hands are cut on the ropes.

Shane goes over to Latrisha gets in some kicks to her stomach, she really has not choice but to take the punishment as he continues nailing in kicks after kicks. T.C tries to get her free, but she just wasn't able to get her lose and this seemed to work more on the advantage of Shane. He Irish whips himself toward the ropes looking to nail a large boot to the face of Latrisha, but this time she gets her feet up kicking him in the face with her boot, Shane stumbles back but goes right back to her, and again she nails in another boot to his face. Latrisha now finally gets herself free from the ropes and mounts Shane Meras with some punches and scratches to his face. She gets up dragging him upwards as well and nails a DDT but instead of planting his face into the mat, she plants his arm to it.

Ryde Rass: Ouch!

David Wright: That may have popped his arm right out with that one.

Latrisha now drops her legs into the hurt arm of Shane before climbing the second rope, she leaps in and gets a knee to his arm following that now she runs to the ropes to drop her knees again down to his hurt arm. By now Shane was in tremendous pain with Latrisha working that arm fully. Next grabbing on to his head quickly she starts to choke him out, but Shane comes back with a backbody drop on Latrisha. She holds her back in pain while Shane Meras shakes his head and then begins to nail in some punches to her face. After recieving the fith, she goes for a boot to the midsection but Latrisha blocks it and gets in a forearm uppercut, he stumbles back and she grabs on to his hands then sends him to the ropes, he comes back full speed with a block which knocks Latrisha down, but she gets right back up while he goes to attack her she dodges it and connects with her "Absolute Perfection" Finisher...

Ryde Rass: He is out.

Latrisha covers him....

One...

..two...

three....Latrisha gets to her feet as T.C raises her hands up on the air for the win, she has a smile on her face while she celebrates her victory tonight.

Jacob DeSanto: Here is your winner...LATRISHA LAMARTE!!

Ryde Rass: Looks like Latrisha won again. Damn she’s fine.

David Wright: Latrisha Lamarte is one of the few people who have been consistently undefeated here in PDW, and now she’ll be one of the finalist in PDW’s Platinum Status Tournament.

Ryde Rass: I wonder if she needs any new groupies.

David Wright: I doubt it.

Latrisha stands to her feet after the bell is rung. She holds her arms high in the air, fully aware of the fact that she’s a finalist in the tournament. Then she turns to face Meras’ limp body, and kicks him square in the face. The referee tries to stop her, but his words aren’t enough. She leans down, and begins delivering blow after blow to Meras’ face, trying to destroy the poor pretty boy. The crowd responds with boo’s and unflattering chants towards the Deity. A sly smirk crosses her face as she lifts Meras up, locks his head underneath her right arm, and executes an inverted ddt.

David Wright: What on earth is Latrisha doing?

Ryde Rass: I don’t know, but the longer I get to look at her the better.

She stands to her feet with the same sly smirk on her face, and wipes her hands as if she’s done with Meras. The referee checks on Meras, and signals for a medic to come out and check on him. Just as it appears that Latrisha is going to leave, she rolls out of the ring and lifts the arpon. She pulls out a large wooden 2 x 4, and slides back underneath the ropes. The ref moves out of the way as Latrisha lifts the weapon over her head, and connects with Meras’ groin. He winches in pain and rolls over to his side quickly, trying to protect himself from the assault. However, Latrisha lifts the weapons over her head yet again, and cracks his skull, rendering him unconscious.

David Wright: This is going a bit too far.

Ryde Rass: These PDW bitches is something else. She’s still hot though.

Latrisha tosses the weapon to the side and mouths a few inaudible obscenities at Shane before stomping him once more. She then slowly steps through the ropes and heads up the ramp with a satisfied grin on her face.

David Wright: I don’t think there was really any point in her doing that.

Ryde Rass: She can do what she wants, as long as she’s scantily clad nobody cares.

-Here to do my job!-

Latrisha is seen walking backstage following her attack on Shane Meras. She pulls off her elbow pads and brushes her long brown hair off her shoulder as Savon Sem comes running towards her down the hall with a microphone in hand.

Savon Sem: Latrisha! Latrisha! Can I get a word with you please?

Latrisha hears Savon, and quickly turns around. She smiles at the cute backstage interviewer, and places her arms behind her back. Savon takes a few seconds to catch her breath, and then brings the microphone to her mouth.

Savon Sem: Latrisha, what just happened in the ring after your win against Shane Meras? Why on earth did you attack him?

Latrisha Lamarte: Why? Because I was told to.

Savon Sem: Told to? By whom?

Latrisha Lamarte: By one of the powers to be, of course. Look, I don’t have any personal grudges here in PDW. I honestly don’t give a damn about anyone here. At the end of the day, I just want my paycheck.

Savon Sem: So you were paid to attack Shane?

Latrisha Lamarte: I was paid to do my job.

Savon Sem: I’m sorry, I just don’t understand.

Latrisha Lamarte: It’s very simple, actually. You see Savon, your job in PDW is to interview people. Occasionally, that may mean going to a wrestler’s house, or some other disclosed location. You get paid for that as well, don’t you?

Savon Sem: Well of course.

Latrisha Lamarte: See, my job is to wrestle people. I get paid to wrestle whoever they put in front of me. It’s true that I get paid more if I win, which I’m pretty sure you see that I do a lot. However, I don’t mind taking a few side assignments as well. As long as I’m paid for doing my job, I’m good. I respect the women in charge, hell, I know exactly what they’re going through. So instead of giving them a hard time, like some of these idiots around here tend to do, I’m going to do what they hired me for. I’m going to do my job. Do you understand that?

Savon Sem: I think I do.

Latrisha Lamarte: Good. Now is there anything else you wanted to know Savon?

Savon Sem: Oh, no. Congratulations on you win.

Latrisha Lamarte: Thanks. I have some business to attend to now.

Latrisha smiles once more before leaving a perplexed Savon in the hallway alone.

Kindred London vs Brandon Clayborne vs Michael Mercer

David Wright: And at last, here we are with tonight’s main event. One that I’m sure came as a surprise to many. This match will give one man the chance to make it into Crimson Incantations’ main event as a “Wild Card”.

Ryde Rass: You know what, Dave? This match is straight up bullshit. Everybody in this match LOST! Shouldn’t be no damn second chances.

David Wright: Then why don’t you tell that to our bosses?

Ryde Rass: Naw, I think I’ll pass on that one.

Jacob DeSanto: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and the winner will advance into the final round of the Road To Platinum Status. Introducing first, straight from The Bronx and weighing in at 221 pounds….MICHAEL MERCER!!!

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 in these hymns of Thanatos
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
The spotlight finds the person it's looking for. Amongst screaming fans stands Michael Mercer as 'Ghostflowers' by Otep begins to reign full blast over the speakers. The shouting and chanting is relentless as MIchael marches through the crowd, arms raised high in the air. He practically moshes his way past people in the audience as people reach in to slap fives with him and pat him on the back, all the while blood red strobe lights begin to filter through the darkness as well.
You will know me by the scars I bare
You will know me by the hate, I swear
You will know me by the scars I bare
Michael reaches the security barricade as the spotlight continues following him. He hops up onto it, standing atop of it and posing for the crowd. A cheesy grin flashes on his face as he soon drops down and turns to lean back against the barricade and into the crowd once more. A look of confidence is etched on his face as he nods his head to the music.
Shapeless vengeance
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
Michael breaks from the barricade and takes a couple running steps before leaping onto the ring apron. He enters the ring through the middle and top ropes and turns to the closest corner, scaling the second turnbuckle and raising his arms high. Smirking, Michael peels off his tee shirt and flings it into the crowd, before turning and hopping from the turnbuckle. The lights return to normal as he leans back in his corner, rotating his neck a bit as he waits for his music to fade.

Ryde Rass: Look at this dude. He spent his all promo this week whining like a bitch and now he got the nerve to try to look all hard. We know you mad, dawg. But so the hell what. I’m mad that I had to listen to that shit. Man up!

David Wright: Well, Mercer is a very talented man and he felt that he should’ve won last week.

Ryde Rass: Man, wasn’t nobody in that ring but him, Dru and that fine ass T.C. You wanna get mad then get mad at YOU, Mercer. You the one that lost.

Jacob DeSanto: And next, from Brooklyn, New York, being accompanied to the ring by Carliee…KINDRED LONDON!!!

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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.

Now homie I say I run it (run it) cause I'm in control
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.

Ryde Rass: Yo, I know this chick is like barely legal, but she’s fine. Even after she had her head stuck in a toilet last week she was still fine. She’s crazy for steppin’ to Star though. Now she got Kindred mad at his “sis”. Scandalous ass females.

David Wright: I’m sure there’s no love loss between Star and Kindred. When Kindred bashed Jake in the skull with a chair Star didn’t take it personal. Kindred’s a hypocrite for getting mad at Star about what she did to Carliee.

Ryde Rass: Damn, we gonna have a hurricane or something? I can’t believe D.W. is making some damn sense tonight.

Jacob DeSanto: And finally, their opponent….BRANDON CLAYBORNE!!!

ACDC's version of “Smoke on the Water” hits. 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. Brandon comes out and doesn’t even wait for the explosions that usually go off. Instead he stares coldly at the crowd and then charges the ring sliding in the ring and going right after both Kindred and Michael Mercer.

David Wright: Brandon’s wasting no time getting into this thing.

Ryde Rass: That’s the mentality to have. He does need to remember that he could end up going against his woman in this thing though. I actually wanna see that.

Brandon exchanges blows between both Kindred and Michael for a moment until Kindred at last clotheslines him hard. As Brandon’s head smacks against the mat, Kindred immediately turns right into a vicious punch from Mercer that knocks his head back. Mercer goes for another punch but Clayborne trips him up before he has the chance, but he only stumbles a bit before Kindred levels him with a clothesline. Clayborne then flips to his feet and stands toe to toe with Kindred and the two begin exchanging blows. Clayborne then spins London around and bounces him off of the rope, but just behind him, Mercer has gotten back to his feet and gives London a massive boot to the face that connects so hard the smack can be hard all throughout the arena. A confused Brandon Clayborne turns around and receives a closed fist straight to the nose. Clayborne goes down almost immediately and Mercer leaps onto him and begins to pummel him with lefts and rights. Brandon attempts to fight back but Mercer just continues to unleash a barrage of bunches on his fallen opponent. In the midst of it all, Kindred London has regained his composure. He immediately heads for Mercer and drop kicks him right in the face. As Mercer falls back, Clayborne clutches his nose with blood seeping between his fingers.

Ryde Rass: Dayum! Chaos…CHAOS!

David Wright: Wow, these men are taking it to one another!

Ryde Rass: Hell yeah. They know what’s at stake. All these men should know how lucky they are to be given another chance in this thing. They gonna do what it takes to make it to that ladder match at Crimson Incantations.

As Mercer climbs to his feet, Kindred charges Mercer but Mercer ducks and runs off the ropes, before coming back and hitting London with a flying clothesline. He leaves London little chance to collect himself and begins stomping away ruthlessly at his head, then his ribs. Brandon grabs Michael from behind and tries lifting him up for a suplex but Michael flips through it and lands on his feet. When Brandon turns around, Michael lights him up with rights and lefts that look so brutal that the crowd is going into a frenzy at Michael's wild swinging. Brandon can only cover up as he staggers into the corner, and Michael backs up a bit. He winds up with his right leg, and slams a dangerously stiff kick right to Brandon's ribs, knocking the wind out of him and causing him to double over in pain. Michael puts a hand under Brandon's chin however and stands him upright again, before hitting him with three more quick, stiff kicks to the stomach. Brandon ambles out of the corner, and Michael grabs him, before tossing him across the ring with a belly to belly suplex.

David Wright: Mercer with the belly to belly suplex to Clayborne, showing a lot of aggression tonight. He seems to be taking all of his frustrations with last week out on his opponents.

Ryde Rass: Yeah, well. Maybe he should’ve used some of that last week. Then he wouldn’t even need to be in this match.

David Wright: Oh come on, Ryde. It wasn’t like Drusilla totally dominated him. It was actually pretty clear that she got lucky. You could see it right at the end.

Ryde Rass: Who won? Drusilla, right? Alright then, fool. Shut up.

Michael ducks a right hand from Kindred and spins around him, getting his back. He throws his arms around Kindred's arm and neck and leans back, tugging Kindred to the ground in a tightly held Crossface Chickenwing. Brandon makes his way over and tries tugging Kindred away from Michael, though Michael's grip is locked in tight. Brandon stomps at Mercer's head a few times and tries again, but Michael still has the hold locked in with no signs of letting up. Brandon continues stomping at him, and finally Michael breaks the hold, but only to shoot right to his feet and gaze angrily at Clayborne. Brandon balls up a fist and throws a right hand, but Michael catches his fist and while holding his arm out straight, Michael leaps into the air, and with both feet high in the air he locks both legs while sticking his feet under Brandon's chin. Michael lets himself fall to the mat, tugging Brandon with him by his arm. He lands on his back, but Brandon's jaw is slammed right into Michael's feet as a result.

Ryde Rass: Yo, while Mercer kicking Brandon’s ass reminds me, he seems real convinced that Drusilla Clayborne has nuts. What you think, D.W.?

David Wright: Ummm…I don’t know, R2. I’ve never really looked.

Ryde Rass: I been looking. He may be right. Her bulge is much bigger than Mercer’s. Then again I ain’t really seen one on him.

David Wright: You were….actually…searching for one. And you call me gay?

Kindred London’s girlfriend yells at Mercer for some odd reason and he completely ignores her. With a clear attitude and intent to shake thins up, Carliee steps up onto the apron and shouts, pitching all of her words straight at Mercer. He turns to her with a saucy grin and shakes his head while Carliee gives him the finger. She then pulls her hand back and slaps the taste out of Mercer’s mouth. Feeling proud of herself, Carliee boasts, but Mercer simply looks back at her with a cold glare. Out of nowhere, Mercer grabs Carliee by the hair and drags her over the top rope, right into the ring. He then looks down at her like a snake eyeing a mouse as she scrambles to get away from him. Suddenly, Kindred runs towards Mercer and a clothesline from him sends them both over the top rope and spilling onto the floor outside. With that, Carliee climbs back out of the ring and out of harms way.

David Wright: That little girl needs to stay out of this before she really gets herself hurt.

Ryde Rass: Yeah, Carliee ain’t been doin’ too good since she stepped up in PDW. She got fucked up by Farah and Star, superkicked by Jake, head dunked in a toilet by Star, be down by Zayda, and now this! I thought she was redeeming herself with what she did to Zayda earlier tonight but she’s fuckin’ up all over again.

The two slowly stumble to their feet and head right for one another. Kindred and Michael are trading blows outside the ring. Brandon slowly gets to his feet in the ring and stumbles around a bit. He sees Kindred and Michael then runs, leaping up on the top rope, and then leaps off catching Kindred with a headlock and Michael with a head scissors and takes then both down through a table that was set up earlier. The crowd roars its approval as Brandon gets up from the wreckage. T.C. begins to count inside of the ring as Brandon heads back to the ring and slides inside. It is Kindred who next makes his way to the ring and Mercer follows closely behind. Brandon then boots Kindred in the gut and does the same to Mercer before hitting them both with a double DDT. He then flips them both onto their back and covers.

One…

Two…

Both men kick out, sending Clayborne flying nearly half way across the ring. London suddenly begins to climb to his feet as Brandon at last makes it to his. London then catches Bradon off his missed attempt at a clothesline as he swings him around and hoists Brandon on his neck, bouncing him up and down while trying to snap his back in half, doing a torture rack. Seconds past and London completely whips Brandon by his neck like a whip, dropping him head and neck first onto the mat.

Ryde Rass: DAYUM! I felt that one all the way over here!

David Wright: That was pretty damn vicious.

Outside of the ring, Carliee cheers her man on and turns to the crowd, clapping and shouting to get them behind Kindred. In the meantime, Kindred quickly goes for the pin on Brandon.

One…

Two…

Mercer breaks up the three count! He then yanks Kindred to his feet. Mercer suplexes London. London arches in pain, as he gets flopped on his butt. Mercer goes to pick London up, but London quickly kicks him gut, as Brandon gets back to his feet and tries to take out London. London ducks showing keen awareness. London runs towards the ropes as he jumps and bounces off the middle rope, hitting Brandon in the back of the head with a springboard dropkick. Brandon clashes into Mercer as they both fall down. Kindred immediately goes for the first man in sight, being Mercer, and hauls him over his head. Kindred has him up in a Torture Rack and immediately drops him into a modified Neckbreaker Drop. What a show of athleticism from London. The fans eat up the action while Kindred rolls Mercer up.

One…

Two…

Thre…no! Claybrone stomps on Kindred, making the save. Kindred then hops to his feet and throws his fist right into Brandon’s face that is already covered in blood. Brandon then tosses his knee into Kindred’s gut and levels him with a sitout front face suplex. He then continues his assault by picking up Kindred and then planting him back into the mat with a Double Underhook Sitout Facebuster, pulling out big moves back to back to break London down. But before he has the chance to go for another one or even a pin attempt, Mercer gets back in on the action and spins Brandon around. With Carliee outside of the ring screaming for Kindred to get up, T.C. glances at her allowing Mercer to land a kick square into Brandon’s crotch. Even though fans have to wince at how painful it appears to be. Brandon’s knees knock together as he grabs himself. Mercer wastes no time, knowing what’s at stakes, and plants his first dead in Brandon’s mouth. He then continues on, attacking Clayborne with a flurry on unconventional kick and punch combinations, keeping him completely off balance and reeling from the attack.

David Wright: Man, these men aren’t playing any games tonight. If this is anything like the match at Crimson Incantations will be, that will definitely be a Pay Per View for the ages.

Ryde Rass: Hell yeah. And we’ll have the best seats in the house as usual!

Brandon leans against the ring post trying to catch his breath. Michael charges at him but Brandon Launches him in the air causing him to land straddling the ring post a bit before falling to the arena floor on the back of his head. Staggering a bit, Brandon then takes off across the ring and jumps on top of the ring post. In an insane attempt to gain an edge, Clayborne performs an amazing 450 splash right onto the floor and Mercer! The crowd just can’t believe it. Both men lie outside of the ring, nearly destroyed by the impact of the move. Their limp bodies liter the floor as Kindred London is now looking on from inside of the ring. Breathing hard, he peers out at them while shaking his head. T. C. pauses for a moment as she looks out at them as well before she starts counting. We then see Kindred heading outside the ring to pick up what lies outside of it. He first grips up Clayborne and then Mercer before slapping both of their heads off of the announcer’s table. He then delivers a superkick to Mercer and an enzuigiri to Clayborne. Mercer flops around a bit, bleeding at the mouth while Brandon’s nose continues to flow. Kindred then chooses to go after Mercer, who weakly tries to fight him off. Kindred goes to hit his face off of the table again but Mercer uses his forearms to protect himself and gives Kindred an elbow shot to protect himself. He then grabs the ring bell and slams it into Kindred’s head. A wound immediately wound immediately opens up in his head and the blood pours from it almost instantly.

David Wright: Man, this is brutal. There’s blood all over the place. Mercer just opened up Kindred.

Ryde Rass: Carliee’s about to cry over here. This is definitely anybody’s match.

Brandon comes out of nowhere and punches Mercer in the back of the head. He then grabs Mercer’s wrist and swings him towards the ring, slamming his back into the steel steps. Although a bit sluggish, Brandon keeps up his pace by picking up Mercer and tossing him into the ring. He then does the same to Kindred and slides back in himself. He staggers to his feet and stomps both Kindred and Michael a few times for good measure before executing a moonsault onto the both of them. However, neither one of them seem to stay still long enough for him to make a pin, so instead Brandon picks them both up and rotates punches between the two, backing them into the ropes. Mercer comes back to life and fires off some shots of his own. Kindred soon joins in on it as well as the three men continue to tear into one another, giving it everything they have to wear the other men down and claim the win. The level of noise in the Dynasty Spectrum is almost deafening as the fans show their appreciation for the action going on inside the ring. Brandon begins climbing up top, where Kindred follows after him, still raining blows, with Mercer right on their heels. Somehow, these three men share the top turnbuckle in an intense struggle to claim it, when they all suddenly go flying through the air and right through the announcer’s table!

Ryde Rass: What the fuck, Dave?! We almost didn’t make it out of the way in time. I swear…we got some fine bosses but I’d sue they asses if I got hurt!

David Wright: Are you crazy, R2? This is fuckin’ awesome!

Ryde Rass: Did you just cuss?!

Bodies lay stretch out over broken wood and plastic. A “HOLY SHIT!” chant sounds throughout the arena. The three men lie in a heap, twitching every now and then with the fans screaming at the top of their lungs. The obvious pain Kindred, Michael and Brandon are all in is undeniable. As the minutes pass, they all begin to stir slowly, rolling over and dragging themselves towards the ring. The referee stands inside of the ring and raises her hand above her head, beginning the ten count.

One…

Two…

Mercer climbs to his feet and kicks Kindred down as he tries to do the same.

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Four…

Clayborne grabs Mercer’s ankle as he begins to make his way back into the ring and yanks him back down to the floor.

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On the other side of the ring, Carliee strangely pulls off her shoe and beams it into the ring, smacking T.C. Paine right in the back of the head. As she ducks and beginst os curry to the other side, the ref grabs the spot where she was hit and turns around.

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Carliee runs over and grabs a steel chair. She suddenly smacks Brandon Clayborne with it and then nails Mercer right across the head! Kindred is climbing to his feet and slowly heading for the ring!

Nine…

Kindred climbs inside!

TEN!!!

Jacob DeSanto: The winner of this match by a double count out and moving on to the main event at Crimson Incantations….KINDRED LONDON!!!

Ryde Rass: OH SHIT!

David Wright: KINDRED JUST WON THE MATCH THANKS TO HIS GIRLFRIEND, CARLIEE!!!

Ryde Rass: He’s back on the Road to Platinum Status!

Carliee drops the chair and scurries into the ring. She then shoves T.C. aside and raises her man’s hand in victory as Clayborne shakes his head in disbelief and Mercer gives the couple a cold, hard stare. The PDW logo then flashes across the screen.