The Dynasty Spectrum, Philadelphia,
Pennsylvania Saturday March 17th 2007
“Get psycho” by Disturbed begins to play as the
scene fades in with a recap of last week PPV title winners. Shara
hands Kibby her belt and she holds it close to her, cherishing the
prize she worked so hard to claim. Bombay
hops to his feet and super kicks Mehoff to the chest. Mehoff hits the
turnbuckle and Bombay grabs a metal rod and slams it down on Mehoff,
hitting his shoulder. Mehoff falls onto his knees in pain. Bombay sets
him up and executes a pile driver. BOOM! Mehoff is on the mat and
Bombay flips him over for the pin. Farah
and Julian plant
"Falling Darkness"…Super kick nearly taking the head out of
Erik in the
process. The crowd look shocked as they stare at the out cold body of
Erik Harris, and by having him knocked out Julian manages to tap in the
last corner getting the win. Ryba
raises the ladder up and
begins to ascend it. He gets to the last step, and the crowd get up to
their feet as he begins to reach toward the belt. Latrisha and London
go to get inside the ring before he can, but it was to late...Mike Ryba
grabs the belt and snaps it off getting the victory. he
screen then fades into the faces of tonight card on a double screen.
Bethany Windsor vs Kalie Moore
Jack Mehoff vs Julian
Dark
Priest vs Ash Bombay
Zayda vs KibbyD
Erik Harris vs Vincent
Banks
Star & Jake vs
Carliee & Kindred London
Moments
later the camera is panned to the arena where the crowd is alive and
roaring with cheers and screams. Many holding up their signs that
reads… “Mehoff next candy girl”,
“Bethany whoops arse!”, Star +
Carliee=“Tainted love”. The strobes lights begin to
blink as the song
comes to an end and the camera cuts to the commentary table.
David Wright: Hello
Ladies and gentlemen, and we are back for another edition of
Disclosure, here at the Dynasty Spectrum.
Ryde
Rass: And it feels nice to be back, DW. But first before
we continue,
lets rewind to what happened at Crimson incantations last week.
David
Wright: Well Ryde, as the show started this evening,
there was a recap
on the title winners….Ryba took the Platinum title, Dark not
surprisingly took the Glamorous title, Bombay came in and took the
Notorious Destruction title and Kibby D went home with the Rising Star
title.
Ryde Rass: Yes and
even though with Jake and Mercer
buggin’ at the ring, Carliee took the win for the number one
contender
for the Rising Star title. Vincent Banks took the win at an inferno
tables match when he slammed Clayborne down on the table.
David Wright: Which
rumors has it that he quit after that match. Guess some can’t
handle to lose.
Ryde
Rass: Speaking of not handling a loss, Dynamic Dynamite
quickly
resigned his position when Nightmare won the match by executing a
swanton bomb and locking him up for a pin.
David Wright: Some
people are just sore losers….
Ryde Rass: Naw DW,
DD was a complete loser….a pussy even.
David Wright: Can
you say that on TV?
Ryde Rass: My bad!
David Wright: We
also saw Rayne and Priest ended their feud as Priest got the win.
Ryde Rass: A crazy
way as he broke Rayne to pieces and collapsed on the boy!
David Wright:
[Chuckles] Yes and Rayne is no longer with us as well.
Ryde Rass: Damn
what’s up with all these punks quitting?
David
Wright: Well too people that are not quitting yet striving
to get to
the top were Mercer and Matthews. The two friends duked it out and
Mercer took that chance home.
Ryde Rass: And with
that said we are going to see a couple of standard matches tonight.
David Wright: [Nods]
Standard yes, except for the main event.
Ryde Rass: Folks, we
are going to see two couples go at it and a boss thrown in the mix!
David
Wright: Yes Star is teaming up with boyfriend Jake
Matthews as they
will see Carliee and Kindred London in a tag team match!
Ryde Rass: PDW is
still going on strong as we continue life in tonight’s
Disclosure!
David Wright: So
don’t go anywhere as we come back after these messages.
The scene opens up in a bathroom in the locker room of Jake Matthews
where Star is found staring at herself in the mirror. She has an
awkward look on her face as she gives herself a once over and runs her
fingers through her long, black hair. She then walks to the door and
sticks her head out, looking at Jake Matthews sitting on a bench with
his back to her. She sighs deeply and then calls out to him.
Star:
Jake...I dunno why I feel so weird but I do. It's been a while since
I've wrestled. I'm not scared of Carliee but Kindred? He's mad at me
right now. I'm not sure how he's gonna act.
Jake
turns around with a smirk, but his eyes are on his PSP that he's
currently playing.
Jake Matthews:
Okay.. no offense... but it's Kindred. You have more reason to be
afraid of Carliee... besides... if Kindred was THAT mad with you...
you'd have a matching set of stiches like I do.
Jake turns his head to show the 2 seperate sets he has in
the back of his head.
Star
sighs deeply, taking account of what he just told her. She starts to
speak again and suddenly frowns at him playing that stupid game. Star
then disappears back into the bathroom and looks back into the mirror.
She takes a deep breath and adjusts her top with a satisfied grin
before emerging from the bathroom fully dressed in her very revealing
ring attire. She then walks around Jake and stands right in front of
him.
Star: I guess you're
right. I know you'll take care of him
anyway. Having you as my partner makes me feel a lot better about this.
Jake's
jaw drops and the PSP follows. He's never actually seen her wrestling
attire.
Star
can't help but laugh at his reaction. She then gets a fake look of
surprise and glances down at herself.
Star: Oh? I hadn't
noticed.
She
gives a nonchalant shrug of her shoulders as she smiles at him. Star
runs her hands over her bare tummy and down to her hips where her sexy
chaps begin.
Star: Well...I could
take it off if you want me to. Is that what you want, Jake?
He's
still in a complete daze right now, as he just nods, jaw still hanging
down to the floor.
Jake Matthews: Y-Y-Yes...
wait... no...
Jake
shakes it off as he stands to his feet. He places his hands on her hips
and gives her a kiss on the cheek.
Jake Matthews: How
about we save that until after the match?
Star
rolls her eyes with a pout. That match wasn't any time soon. Why the
hell did they have to wait? But instead of protesting like she really
wanted to, Star nods her head.
Star: Fine then. No
matter how beat up or bruised and bloody I may be we'll..."save that".
Jake
smiles with a nod.
Jake Matthews: Well
now I have an even bigger reason to make Kindred tap early.
Star
smiles back at him and wraps her arms around his neck. She gives him a
soft kiss on the lips before pulling away and looking into his eyes.
Star: You sure do.
She
goes back to kissing him again as the camera pans away and the scenes
cuts to commercial.
The scene breaks backstage where London stands in the backstage ramp
exit where the loading docks and such are located. London is back there
for some odd reason, as he looks at his watch, seemingly awaiting for
something or someone. You can then hear a scroll across the concrete
floor as it comes nearer in distance. Finally it appears in sight as it
goes in the direction of London. London gives a smile, as he got what
he's been seemingly waiting for.
Kindred London: This
is the package, right?
Delivery Man: Yep!
All packaged. Just becareful, any harsh movement, and it could do an
outbreak.
London
nods, continually smiling.
Kindred London: I
got it from here. Hell will be unleashed tonight!
As
the delivery guy got it off the rolling cart, the tall box began to
rattle a bit, as all I could do was smile.
Kindred London: They're
gonna wish they never did that bullshit ...
Standard
Match
Bethany
Windsor vs Kalie Moore
Ryde Rass: Our first match tonight, are two girls coming
back from a short term hiatus.
David Wright: Ms
Bethany Windsor and Kalie Moore.
Ryde Rass: Last week
the two became very heated while getting into each others faces.
David Wright: And
now they are going face to face in the first match of the night.
Jacob DeSanto: Ladies
and gentlemen, standing at 5’4 and weighing 120lbs all the
way from L.A. California….Kalie Moore!
"Get
the Party Started" hits the PA system as Kalie Moore comes out on her
skateboard. As pyros spray into the air and the lights shuffle around,
she shreds down the ramp towards the ring. Moments later she stops and
hops off the skateboard as sets it on the stairway. Kalie gets onto the
apron and flips into the ring. The crowd cheers for her as she waits
for the match to begin.
Jacob DeSanto: And
now please welcome standing at 5’5…from Seaton
Cumbria, England…..Bethany Windsor!!!!!
“Creeps
Me Out” by IMA Robot blares over the loud speakers and Miss
Bethany
comes sauntering out from behind the curtain, and strikes a pose at the
top of the ramps as golden rain falls from the ceiling. Then her
grandmother, Dame Barbara Windsor walks out behind her waves at the
crowd while posing too. She then smiles a toothy smile and they waltz
down to the ring, almost floating. She climbs through the second rope
and up onto the turnbuckles, waves all the time at the crowd. Dame
Barbara Climbs up the steps in her evening gown and points at Bethany
from the ring apron. She then gets to the side of the ring, as
Bethany's warms-up some more.
Kalie
Moore shakes her head then
approaches Bethany. They both begin to lock up. Kalie gets a handful of
Bethany’s hair and slams her down to the mat face first. As
Bethany is
on the floor, Kalie throws herself down trying to execute an elbow drop
but Bethany rolls away. Bethany gets to her feet and catches Kalie by
her throat and slamming her backwards to the mat. Bethany picks her
back up and slams her down once more for impact. Bethany nods her head
and Kalie moves to get back to her feet. Bethany then grabs
Kalie’s arm
and starts to perform a clothesline but Kalie reverses it and throws
Bethany.
Bethany
leans against the ropes for a few moments
catching her breath. She then pushes her self spinning back towards
Kalie and jumps locking her legs around Kalie’s waist. Kalie
hoist her
up in midair but then Bethany tuck in between Kalie’s legs
and rolls
under her and goes for the pin.
One…
Two…
Kalie kicks out.
Ryde Rass: Damn did
you see her go under between her legs?
David Wright: I sure
did. Bethany executed that well.
Ryde Rass: That
right there just turned me on.
As
Kalie is getting to her feet, Bethany kicks her in the stomach. Bethany
then grabs Kalie trying to throw her to the ropes but Kalie reverses
the move towards her once again. Kalie ends up slamming Bethany to the
turnbuckle. Kalie then darts towards Bethany with a spinning heel kick.
Bethany hits her back against the turnbuckle even harder. Kalie starts
to sprint once more towards Bethany. Bethany wraps her legs around
Kalie’s neck while holding her body up with the turnbuckle
and ropes.
Ryde Rass: Shit!
I’m going to need a copy of this.
David Wright: They
are not doing a porno, Ryde. They are actually getting at each
other’s throats.
Ryde Rass: More like
something else. Damn I wouldn’t mind Bethany wrapping her
legs around my neck!
Kalie
struggles for a moment and then pulls Bethany’s legs over her
head and
throws Bethany over the ropes. Bethany catches herself with the ropes
and is hanging off the apron. Kalie sprints towards her and kicks
Bethany in the back from inside the ring. Bethany falls and slams to
the hard cold floor. T.C. then runs to check on Bethany. Kalie lets out
a laugh as she paces the ring, sticking out her tongue to the audience
and looking back at Bethany.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six.
Bethany
gets up and moves towards the ring. As she approaches, Kalie kicks her
right in the face. Bethany falls back as she holds her nose. Dame
Barbara rushes over to attend to Bethany but T.C. backs her away. Kalie
slides out of the ring and then grabs her skateboard and hits Bethany
with an Xtreme smack. Kalie then picks Bethany up by her hair and
throws her back into the ring. Kalie slides back in as Bethany is still
laying on the mat holding on to her face. Kalie rolls her over for the
pin.
One…
Two…
Th…
Bethany
gets her shoulder up.
David Wright: Boy,
Bethany is not giving up without a fight.
Ryde Rass: These
ladies are trying to make a point, here.
David Wright: Looks
that way, now whose is going to get the last say?
The
two women roll away and get back onto their feet. Kalie grabs Bethany
by the hair and throws her across the ring. Bethany hits the turnbuckle
and falls in pain. Kalie walks over and kicks Bethany in the head. Then
she kicks her in the shoulder. Kalie begins to laugh as she raises her
arm back to punch Bethany. Before Kalie could connect her punch,
Bethany punches her in the stomach. Kalie then doubles over and Bethany
punches her in the face so hard that they both stagger backwards.
Bethany then gets to her feet and throws Kalie to the ropes. As Kalie
bounces off, Bethany grabs her and slams her to the mat for a pin.
One…
Two…
Kalie
kicks out. Kalie rolls away and they both get to their feet. Kalie then
grabs Bethany and hoist her in the air, placing Bethany on her
shoulders. Kalie then spins around quickly and slams on her back with
Bethany to the floor. Kalie locks up and goes for a pin.
One….
Two….
Th….
Bethany
kicks out and rolls away. Kalie slams her hands to the mat with a mad
expression on her face. Bethany leans against the turnbuckle and
catches her breath once more. Kalie walks over to her and takes Bethany
by the back of the neck and slams her forward executing a snapmere.
Ryde Rass: SHIT!
David Wright: Kalie
Moore is about business tonight.
Ryde Rass: She’s acting like she wants to break Bethany’s neck!
Bethany
sits up and Kalie kneels down putting Bethany in a choke hold. Bethany
struggles and digs her hands in Kalie’s face. As the two
fight it off,
Bethany manages to turn her body inward, facing Kalie. Bethany then
punches her on the side of the face and Kalie lets go of her hold.
Bethany shoves Kalie against the ropes.
Kalie
snaps out of it
and approaches Bethany. Kalie then grabs Bethany by the shoulders.
Bethany flares her arms in the way and breaks from Kalie. Bethany then
punches Kalie in the face and then kicks her in the stomach. Kalie
doubles over. Bethany punches her once more. Bethany then throws Kalie
to the ropes, and as Kalie is spinning back, Bethany hits her with a
clothesline. Kalie is sent to the mat. Moments later, Kalie is back to
her feet and sprints towards Bethany. Bethany elbows Kalie right in the
face. Kalie falls to the mat yet quickly recovers to her knees. Bethany
slams Kalie down face first. She rolls Kalie over and goes for a pin.
One…
Two…
Thr…..
Kalie
kicks out, gets to her feet and runs back towards Bethany. Bethany
pushes herself against the ropes and hits Kalie with a flying
crossbody, sending her to the floor. Bethany pulls Kalie up and begins
to throw her to the ropes but Kalie once again reverses it on her and
slams Bethany toward the turnbuckle. Kalie then drop kicks Bethany.
Bethany begins to fall and Kalie locks her arm around Bethany and
executes a Bulldog. Kalie picks her up and then throws Bethany back to
the turnbuckle. Bethany thinks fast and wraps her legs around Kalie and
performs a hurricarana. Bethany then goes for the pin.
One…
Two…
Thr…
Kalie
kicks outs and rolls away. Bethany gets to her feet and stomps Kalie in
the stomach. Kalie squirms and Bethany steps back smiling. She watches
as Kalie struggles to get back up. Kalie scuttles towards her grabbing
Bethany by the hair. Kalie slams Bethany to her knee. Bethany screams
as the pain in her face intensifies. Kalie rolls her over and goes for
the pin.
One…
Two…
Three!!!!!
Jacob DeSanto: And
tonight's winner....KALIE MOORE!!!!!
"Get
the party started" begins to play over the arena and the crowd cheers.
Kalie searches for her skateboard and then skates up the ramp, nodding
her head and throwing up her hands and sticking out her tongue.
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. Around his waist is the PDW Platinum Championship.
He
makes a slow walk to the ring as the fans reach out to touch him. He
gets to ringside and hops up, placing his one knee on ringside and
pushing up with it, standing upright just before he enters through the
ropes and makes it to the closest corner, in which he stands up tall
and looks out to the crowd, lifting up his towel slightly to gaze out
at them. As the song plays and a certain cue is hit, he flips the towel
back and plays to the crowd, shouting at them as the strobe light
continues to glare off of him and everyone in the arena.
He
then latches the belt off from around his waist and holds it in the air
as the pictures go off and the fans cheer. He smiles as he drops down
and walks over to the side where the announcers are and extends his
hand as a microphone is placed directly in it. He stands in the middle
of the ring, but before he can speak a loud "Ryba" chant echos as he
just brings the mic back down and looks around. He smiles and waits as
it dies down and begins to speak.
Ryba: Now...first
off I must give
my props to all those in the Main Event at the Pay Per View. Yes..I
even tip my non-existent hat to Kindred London as well. But that isn't
why I am out here, to boast about my win and then run around the ring
like a retard holding the belt above my head. No, you see...
Ryba
rubbed his chin a bit as he looked around to the fans.
Ryba: I
wasn't even set to be here tonight. I was going to take a much needed
trip to Aruba directly after Crimson Incantations. Whether I won or
lost..I was going to head over there and relax. But you know..something
caught my ear and has been ringing inside of it for a while. Actually
it hasn't been ringing, more so burning like a venereal disease. And
this person shouldn't even speak..but sadly he does, and each and every
time he makes himself look like the little bitch he has always been.
And of course..I am referring to the leader of the nerds, the man who
sexually molests soda and candy products on a daily. You guessed it..I
am talking about Erik 'Amaya's cooch was the first I touched since I
was born' Harris...
The
fans chuckle as Ryba simply shrugs. A look of confusion comes over his
face as he begins to talk.
Ryba: Now
I can't deny I provoked the little Good Charlotte listening fool, but
well...he should have done what everyone else has and just sucked it
up. No..him and his ashy knee capped lady friend decided that it was
time to get physical. Now Mercer and Matthews will probably go for
crusty lips, and that is fine. But you see...Erik Harris decided that
in the main event, he wanted a piece of the glory and run out and
attack me. But you know what is funny about that?
Ryba
smiled as he looked to the camera.
Ryba: Harris,
you attacked me in the main event...and in that one match alone I still
succeeded and had more success then you had in your month here. So with
that being said...why do I want to be like you?"
Ryba
looked to the crowd with his arms open for remarks.
Ryba: I
make fun of you because you are ripe for the picking. Your a man who is
a nuisance to the entire backstage area. Without question you bother
people and expect them to be your friend, when in reality a lot of the
people want nothing to do with you. So I pick on you, to get you off of
my nuts that you were so delicately clinging from since the moment I
actually had a conversation with you. I want to be like you? No my
simple minded friend...it seems like you wanted to be as close to me as
possible in order to make yourself become successful.
Ryba extends his
finger in the air, with a look of shock coming over his face.
Ryba: But
wait...with myself mentioning his name, he is leading merchandise
sales? Or so I think he said a few weeks back. And he still mentions it
now. So tell me you stupid ignorant shit...how does myself, making fun
of you...showing all these fans that you are a waste of talent that
can't escape midcard status...boosting your merchandise? Oh..that is
right...it isn't. I bet any of you fans here right now, that I can drop
out of this ring, look down...and make more money here and now then
Harris has done in his month here off of his 'merchandise'. Okay..lets
go!
Ryba
drops out of the ring and then looks to the ground.
He continues to walk, until he hops over the barricade and into the
area of fans. They begin to pat him and the title as he looks down.
Ryba: WAIT A MINUTE!
Ryba
looks into the middle of the seating area and begins to jog over there.
The fans stand as Ryba makes his way over, and bends. He picks
something up and stands on the chair, holding something in the air. As
the camera zooms in, it shows a Quarter in his hand. He holds it up and
brings the mic up with it.
Ryba: I JUST MADE
MORE THEN HARRIS. I'M RICH BIATCH!"
The
fans roar as Ryba holds up the quarter high in the air. He then begins
to laugh as he tosses it into the crowd and then makes his way back to
the ring. He hops over the barricade and slides back in, taking his
position back into the middle of the ring
Ryba: You
see...unlike Mr.
Harris who is under the assumption that saying someone's name gets them
profit, it is actually success and the ability to actually entertain
people that make your merchandise sell. See the only boss that would
even back his merchandise would be Amaya, and that is because she is
stupid. Star and Farah wouldn't back his merchandise, and why is that?
Because they realize he couldn't turn a profit. They know he will never
amount to anything. So that is why...he is in denial, and trying to
make himself LOOK popular."
Ryba
shakes his head as the fan backing he has roar in approval.
Ryba: Now
on the subject of success. Apparently I sucked the almighty penis to
get to where I am at. Or, according to the prophet known as
Dewstradomus. Which still doesn't make sense because I beat his ass in
order to move on. And I didn't even bring out my full talent...the man
went limp and cried after a god damn spine buster. So Harris..before
you try your hardest to hurt my feelings, why don't you remember that I
bitch smacked you in the tournament. You see...what came with me when
the bosses signed me was that one word called talent. That is my excuse
for winning, what is yours for losing?
Ryba
waves his hands to the camera and then grabs his balls, telling Harris
to basically blow him.
Ryba: Enough
about that tragic story of a broken condom. I will address something
else before I leave. And that is the number one contender to my title.
Mercer..it will be a long road to the pay per view. So lets show them
how two best friends, two top stars handle their business. I hope you
fuckers enjoy the show..I am out!
Ryba
drops the mic as "Denial" begins to play again. He rolls out of the
ring and to the back, as the fans cheer.
The camera comes back and we see the inside of Farah's office.
Everything is neat and orderly, like it always is. The lights then
begin to flicker on and off. They finally go off. We then hear smashing
of things around her office. After about a minute of smashing, we see a
small flame come up in the middle of the room. The lights then come
back on and there is a trashcan in the middle with a fire in it.
Farah's desk is smashed to pieces as is other things around her office.
The camera then looks inside the trashcan and we see all of Farah's
shoes in there on fire. The camera focuses on her one specific pair of
Jimmy Choo. They are on top of the pile burning away. The camera the
fades to commerical.
Standard
Match
Zayda
vs KibbyD
Jacob DeSanto:
The next match of the evening is scheduled for one fall,
Introducing first..Coming from Houston, Texas. Weighing 126 pounds..she
is the Rising Star Champion. Please welcome...Kibby D!!!
"Turn
It Up" By Paris Hiton hits the arena and KibbyD steps from behind the
stage curtains wearing Daisy Dukes bottoms a Plaid Halter top some
Cowgirl boots and Elbow pads. She flips her long blonde hair with her
left hand as she holds her dog Daisy with her right hand. The ditzy
KibbyD blows kisses to the fans and begins to walk down the ramp while
tagging the fans of her hands along the way. When she reaches the ring
she slowly walks up the steel ring steps and makes her way onto the
ring apron. KibbyD holds onto the ring ropes then swings her hair and
very slowly stepping under the middle rope. KibbyD then prances around
the ring blowing kiss to the crowd as well as showing off her newly won
Rising Star championship. Kibby after finally showing off exits the
ring once again to hand Daisy over to the time keeper.
Ryde
Rass: Damn..the new Rising Star champion is looking hella
sexy tonight,
and she doesn't even need that BBQ sauce because she got it going on
right now.
David Wright: She
had one hell of a match on Crimson
Incantations to obtain that belt and I am positive she's going to do
whatever it takes to keep that belt on her waist.
Ryde Rass: I just
want her to strip..It's my dream!
Kibby
D gets her knee on the apron and just as she was about to slide inside
the ring she gets blindsided by Zayda from behind. Zayda who had come
out of the audiance looks at Kibby D who was laid out in the ground
floor with a smile on her face before proceeding with her attack. She
grabs a full chunk of the blond locks of the Rising star champion and
Irish Whips her to the barricade, Kibby D collides with them hard and
you can see that by the look of pain she shoots out. Zayda looking
meaner than ever goes back on her attack, she once again takes the hair
of Kibby and Snapmares her down, she measures her like she was about to
take a picture, and then kicks her roughly on her back.
Ryde Rass: I heard
that one!
Kibby
D now holds her back in pain as she begins to crawl around the ground
floor, Zayda then next starts to drop her elbow on her back to cause
more damage to it. Kibby though finally has enough and elbows her in
the midsection causing Zayda to stumble back a little. That gives Kibby
D some time to catch her breath before getting off the ground, finally
up Kibby slaps Zayda in the face hard..she then takes the head of her
assiliant and slams it down on the apron of the ring, Kibby repeatdly
does this until it's Zayda now elbowing her in the ribs.
Ryde Rass: Damn,
these two look like they want to kill each other Dave.
David
Wright: Well, this certainly hasn't been the first time
these two have
faced each other inside the ring, so you can tell they have some
animosity..plus I know Zayda must be pist that Kibby D a woman who
cares mostly about her looks has won the Rising Championship belt as
she lost her chance to go for it to Carliee.
Zayda
now slides
Kibby D inside the ring, and just as Zayda slid inside next..Kibby D
comes out with a dropkick to the stomach of Zayda. Kibby D flicks her
hair to the back as she mounts her down to the the floor choking her
out before she starts to slam the head back down with force that you
thought Zayda's head was going to bust open from the back. Kibby does
this a couple of times more until she starts to slap her accross the
face, Zayda just tries to cover herself, but Kibby was being relentless
with her attacks now and was showing no mercy. Next, Kibby D takes the
downed Zayda by the hair and picks her up, she slaps her for good
measure and then nails her with the "Crazy Lovie" Twist of fate.
Zayda's head connects the floor hard and Kibby D celebrates this with
kisses toward the male fans of the audience who can't help but cheer
her on. She then looks back at Zayda who was covering her face from the
attack and then drops her knee on the ribs, she connects punches to the
stomach of Zayda before rasing her up again, she swings her to the
ropes and then nails a front boot kick to the midsection, Zayda drops
down to her knees and Kibby D runs to the ropes, as she comes back she
flips around hitting a Head Hunter neckbreaker on Zayda..Kibby then
covers her.
One..
..two..
thr...Zayda
kicks out
before the Three count and Kibby looks extra mad at this, she starts to
choke her wildly before picking her up by the hair, she Irish Whips her
to the ropes with all the strength in her body and Zayda lands on them
hard. Kibby then full speed runs to her, she nails in a hard Knee to
the abdomen of Zayda before nailing some stiff kicks to the stomach
again. Finally after that attack Kibby places herself on the top rope,
she then grabs a chunk of the hair of Zayda and brings her back to her,
Kibby next then wraps her arms around the neck of Zayda and starts to
choke her like a mad woman.
David Wright: If she
keeps this up she's going to kill that woman.
Ryde Rass: I never
knew my boo could be so vicious!
David Wright: All
women can be..all woman can Ryde.
Ryde Rass: And I
love it!
Kibby
D continues to choke Zayda out with her arms until Zayda grabs the
hair, she tries to desperately break the choke hold she was on, but
Kibby didn't care at all and wasn't letting go..she didn't listen to
T.C's warnings, she just wanted to hurt Zayda tonight. Next Kibby D
lets go of Zayda who falls down to the floor holding on to her neck and
letting some air hit her lungs, Kibby D though places herself in the
second ropes and as Zayda was rasing herself up..Kibby leaps and takes
her head driving her down to the mat floor with her "Houston Rocket"
Signature. You can see the smile on the face of Kibby D as she once
again begins to celebrate around the ring. Finally, after Kibby D
celebrated her attack on Zayda, she looks down on and sees Zayda
getting to her feet again, imidiatedly she goes back on her attack, but
Zayda blocks a punch and headbutts her back. She nails some hard
punches to the face and then connects with a Tornado Arm drag, Kibby D
gets back up and Zayda nails her with another Tornado Arm drag, Next
Zayda sends Kibby D to the ropes, she connects with a Handspring elbow
and then places Kibby D on top.
Ryde Rass: Zayda
looks like she wants to take her out Dave.
David Wright: I
wouldn't count out Kibby D just yet Ryde, she is the Rising Star
champion for a reason.
Zayda
climbs on top and then wraps her legs around the neck of Kibby, she
looked like she was going for a Frankensteiner, but just as she flipped
herself over..Kibby nails a Powerbomb midair shocking the entire crowd
as the body of Zayda connect hard with the mat floor. Kibby flicks her
hair to the back now proud of herself and then goes for the cover...
One...
...two.
thre...no,
Just as T.C was about to count, Kibby D raises the head of Zayda up
signaling that she wasnt done yet. She picks her up and slaps her
across the face. Next she whips her to the ropes and as Zayda comes
back, Kibby D connects with her finisher "The Bytch Kick" nearly taking
the head off Zayda...Kibby covers her now..for the One..two...Three!
Jacob DeSanto: Here
is your winner...KIBBY D!!! London
walks down the hallway after coming out of his locker room, he goes
down the hallway, as he goes inside of a small room, that leads his
package. He slowly opens it, as you can hear whatever it is growl. He
fully opens the crate box, as he smiles seeing the result of what he
got.
Kindred London:
Sometimes paying alot gets you better things in the life!
London
grabs a towel from behind him, as he leads, what is a human but very
grungy in ragged clothes, huge muscles and an eager temper. London
throws the towel over the thing's face, to hide the face. London looks
it over before heading off.
Kindred London: I
have three things for you to do, ... things that'll involve your
specialty.
The
angrily monster-like, slowly nods as London, leads the way down the
hallway, making a left then a right before standing right in front of
Michael Mercer's door. London knocks lightly on the door, as several
seconds pass before it opens with Mercer thinking it's probably Ryba,
finally noticing it's London with a cocky smile. With a snap of a
finger, the monster figure snaps around the corner, immediately
tackling, Mercer. London closes the door, as he just awaits the
finishing detail.
You
can hear Mercer yelling loudly in pain, following with slams into the
walls and seemingly the lockers inside of the room. A slam comes
lightning fast at the door, as it almost made London skip a heartbeat.
The monster growling only added fire, as it continued it's path of
destruction, throwing things, shit falling all over the place. London
just stands outside, with a cheesy smile, getting payback without
getting his hands dirty. All of a sudden, it got silent, as London got
suspicious.
London
stepped back away from the door, as he dents were created in the thick
steel door. All of a sudden the door comes crashing open, as Mercer is
on the other side, scarred, bloodied, and fully out like a light. The
monster growls, as London just smiles, looking at the carnage in the
room, and at Mercer. He kneels down, smirring the blood across Mercer's
face.
Kindred London: How
does that feel, sonny' boy? It hurts when payback comes ricocheting
back without you even knowing it. Well now you know ....
He
stands back up before swiping the smirred blood on his hands on
Mercer's ragged shirt.
Kindred London:
Sleep well!
London
departs as so does the monster-like figure, as he heavily blows the
strands of hair from his face and eyes before following London, as the
scene catches another sight at the destruction, and the knocked out
Mercer.
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Special
Guest Ref: Nightmare
Erik
Harris vs Vincent Banks
Ryde Rass: The
next match is going to be interesting.
David Wright: Yes we
are going to see Erik Harris go up against Vincent Banks.
Ryde Rass: I have my
bets on Harris.
David Wright: I’m not too sure about this I think Banks is going to have
the upper hand in this match.
Ryde Rass: Yes, his
boyfriend eh…lover….eh whatever….um
Nighmare is going to be the special guest in this match tonight.
David Wright: Yes
but Nightmare and Harris are suppose to be friends?
Ryde Rass: Hopefully
it’ll turn out fair.
David Wright: [Nods]
Last week, Harris was definitely in a sour position.
Ryde Rass: My cousin
couldn’t shut up about it…..
David Wright: Here
comes Nightmare now.
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 walks over to Jacob DeSanto who hands him the
microphone. Nightmare nods at him as Jacob exits the ring towards the
guardrail.
Nightmare: What’s up people?!?!?!? [Moves around
the ring] Yes, I will be referring this match and I will make sure all
is fair. So let’s get this started and like bring out the
guys.
The crowd begins to
cheer.
Nightmare: From
Atlanta, Georgia….weighing in 180lbs but stands at
6’0….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 while bopping his head to the music. He
gives a couple fans high fives until he reaches the actual ring. As he
climbs up he stomps and kisses Mercedes and Princess on the cheek
before sliding in the ring.
Nightmare: [Smiles]
And now…standing at 6’5 and weighing in at 245lbs
please welcome 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. As the music continues to blare throughout the arena, the
lights begin to flash into a strobe throughout the arena as well. Amaya
appears next to him and kissing him in the mouth before exiting. 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
climbs down and walks over to the middle of the
ropes. He puts one foot on the bottom rope and his knee on the second
rope. He raises his arm into the air as the spotlight turns off and the
lights in the arena then come back on. Harris then walks over to the
center of the ring to meet with Nightmare and Banks.
Nightmare: Now
remember fellas, Fair and square….may the best man win
tonight.
Nightmare
steps out of the way as the sound of a bell goes off. Banks and Harris
lock up. They hang onto each other, moving back and forth. Finally
after several seconds Harris gains control and places Banks into a
headlock. Harris then pulls Banks back by the neck and then brings his
face down towards Harris knee. Harris then drops Banks to the floor.
Harris then hops in mid air and crashes into Banks with an elbow drop.
They
both roll away and get to their feet as Nightmare watches intensively.
Harris picks Banks up and hits him with a spine buster. Banks crashes
back to the mat. Harris rolls him on his back and Nightmare walks over
to them.
One….
Two…
Banks
kicks out. Nightmare
tells Harris to separate. Banks and Harris get back to their feet.
Banks pushes himself of the ropes towards Harris. Harris moves out the
way but Banks hits the other ropes coming right back to Harris hitting
him with a clothesline. Harris staggers to the floor. Banks walks over
to him and jabs him in the face, then walks from behind him and does a
sharpshooter.
David Wright: Oh
that must be weird.
Ryde Rass: I have
no comment on that Dave. Suddenly, the crowd goes nuts as people in the seats begin to
make
way for someone heading down towards the front row by ringside. It's
none other than Michael Mercer!
David Wright: It's
Michael Mercer! What is he doing out here tonight?! He's not even
scheduled for action!
Ryde Rass: Nothin' better to do with his life? Who knows,
playa.
Michael starts screaming at the group in the ring.
It's not
immediately known what he's saying but once the cameras get a close up
of him, the first thing we hear out of his mouth is...
Michael Mercer: ERIK HARRIS GOTTA EAT!
Suddenly, Michael reaches back, and out flops a huge, neon green sign
with 'ERIK HARRIS GOTTA EAT' written in bold black marker.
Harris turns to yell at Mercer, pointing at him and telling
him to
get out of here, completely ignoring Vincent Banks behind him, who hits
him with a dropkick and sends Harris flying out of the ring!
Mercer hops the security barricade and is now sitting on the
railing
right in front of where Harris fell, still holding the sign up high.
Harris gets up and walks over to Michael, looking ready to hit him, but
Michael just shoves the gigantic sign in his face, blinding him long
enough to kick him in the nuts. Nightmare notes as plain as day what
Michael's doing, but he simply smirks and says nothing, instead turning
to talk to his friend in the ring, as they laugh at what's going on
outside.
David Wright: Well isn't this some impartial officiating?
Ryde Rass: Who cares, this ain't gonna change the outcome of
the match anyway.
Michael puts down the sign as Harris staggers to his
feet after
being kicked below the belt. Michael points to Harris, before screaming
out once more.
Michael Mercer: DO THE DEW, MOTHERFUCKER!
Michael runs in, and hits a running dropkick right to
Harris'
jaw, knocking him flat on his back. He then grabs Harris by his head,
before sending him back into the ring. Michael then hops the crowd,
screaming randomly as he goes along.
Michael Mercer: GOTTA BUY HARRIS' SHITTY MERCHANDISE!
Ryde Rass: ...what.. the.... fuck, nigga
Banks
nearly capitalizes on the attack but Harris
spins around and elbows Banks in the face. The both fall back to the
mat. Harris turns to get back to his feet but Banks quickly gets a
running start and hits Harris with a bulldog. Harris falls to the mat
and Banks proceeds towards him and places Harris’ head in
between his
legs and executes a pedigree. The crowd cheers as Harris lays out on
the mat. Vincent rolls Harris over and goes for the pin. Nightmare runs
over quickly.
One…
Two….
Thr….
Harris
kicks out and punches Banks in the process. Nightmare tells them to
separate now with the look of concern. Harris begins to sweat and a
look of anger covers his face.
Ryde Rass: I would
be made if I was him.
David Wright: I
don’t think it’s that, Ryde. I just think Harris is
just determined tonight.
Ryde Rass: We’ll see.
As
they both gets back to their feet, Banks sprints towards Harris. Harris
hits him with a “Blackout” and Banks hits the mat.
Banks is sprawled
against the floor and Harris hits the ropes and setups up and performs
“Darkness Falls”. Banks’ body jerks from
underneath him and Harris
turns him over for the pin. Nightmare begins to count.
One…
Two…
Banks
kicks out. Harris hurries to the ropes and pushes himself off the ropes
and hits a clothesline against Banks right as he stood up. Harris picks
Banks back to his feet but just as he goes to throw Banks, Banks stops
and elbows Harris. Harris staggers backward and Banks then grabs
Harris’ shoulder and knees him in the stomach. Banks moves
back and
then runs towards Harris trying to accomplish the “Devil
Judgment” but
fails as Harris moves out the way. Banks bounces against the ropes and
falls back where Harris catches him and throws him towards the
turnbuckle.
Harris
then snaps Banks head against the turn
buckle. Harris turns Banks around and setup up his finisher. Harris
continues and executes Pitch Black. Banks lays lifeless and Nightmare
walks over with a sad face. Harris goes for the pin.
One…
Two…
Two…
Harris
glares at hearing the number twice. Nightmare looks away from
Banks’ body.
Three….
Nightmare
licks his bottom lips and nods at him.
Nightmare: And your
winner tonight….ERIK HARRIS!!!!!
Harris
smiles and helps Banks back to his feet. He walks over to Nightmare and
shakes his hand. Metalingus (Edge Remix) by Alter Bridge blares out the
arena speakers and Harris slides out the ring. The crowd cheers him on
and his expression shows that he’s completely happy. He walks
up the
ramp and the Amaya charges out towards him. At first she raises her
hand to slap him and he frowns at her. She drops her hand and chuckles.
She jumps up and he catches her and she kisses him as he walks with her
wrapped around his waist as they exit.
Ryde Rass: Someone
is getting some tonight.
David Wright: Don’t
they get um “it” all the time?
Ryde Rass: Yeah,
Amaya says that’s one of the reason people hate on them.
David Wright: Oh
well….um….More power to them?
Ryde Rass: Shut
up….[chuckles]
T$-T Money steps through
the curtain lookin lookin like he just got
done having an intense organic experience with his bottle of shampoo as
he has a huge smile on his face and his shiny black hair out in a huge
afro like Ben Wallace of the Chicago Bulls. Sticking up out of the back
of his afro is an Afro Fist Pick, POWER TO MY HATEFUL PEOPLE! T Money
has a toothpick hanging from his mouth looking like he's the black
Razor Ramone. But that's not all, T Money is rockin a black shirt
straight from the merchandise stand, one fresh out the box that i'm
sure many people are gonna wanna buy after seeing this - The shirt
reads on the front, "My shirt glows in the Darkness" - Both The Hater
and Ice throw their "thumbs up". T has on a pair of black baggy jeans
that could hold Serena Williams ass in place, and some creme colored
Timberlands-T$
T$-As
T makes his way down the aisle, he spots a
girl holding up a poster of Carliee and Kindred London together. T
snatches the poster and rips it down the middle, keeping the Carliee
side of the poster in his hands, the picture of Kindred is tossed to
the ground in slow cinematic fashion - Yes, Kindred London is falling
down. T holds up the huge Carliee picture and acts as if he is putting
his arm around her. T whips out a small compact iPod, he holds it up to
the screen and we can see the name of the song that is playing. Message
to Carliee: "I Just Wanna Fuck You" by Akon. T smiles and points to the
song, and then to Carliee before tossing her picture over his head and
continuing on-T$
*Usually
it’s cold in the “dark,” but Darkness
can’t see the freeze this guy puts on bitches and tricks.
Yeah…tell
Darkness that the Frozen One is here to shine a light on his ass.
That’s right, bust out the spotlight so Ice can expose this
hoe with
some prose. Ice comes out from behind the curtain, much like Darkness
should come out from inside the closet. He is wearing a pair of black
workout pants, the rip-away kind. Yeah, he’s probably meeting
with
Amaya pretty soon. She’ll rip away his pants, and
he’ll rip away her
hymen…since we all know Harris has yet to do that. Ice is
also wearing
a shirt that reads, “Dave Chappelle Couldn’t Make
This Darkness
Entertaining.”
[Hate]
- Lastly, The Hater, Jack Cash hits the
entrance ramp armed and verbally dangerous. The Hater causually walks
down the entrance ramp waiting to spew some formal venomness hate. The
Hater has an annoyed look on his face...no one would even dare guess as
to what he could be annoyed about...the annoy-aties are endless with
this man. He could be hating the fact that he's in Philadelphia,
Pennsylvania yet again - He could be hating the fact that everyone on
the roster seemingly reeks of nicotine or is illegally carrying a
weapon - Or he could simply be hating because he was the last of Hate
Inc. to come out. He's annoyed right now b/c the Hater-arator has to
give a quick description of what he's wearing...The Hater sports a Ron
Artest jersey fit for a Hate King - A pair of black addidas mesh pants
- The Hater also has on...ok, I've been told by the Hater, himself, to
shut the fuck up and let him walk down the entrance ramp already...soo
uhhh lets do that. - [Hate]
[Hate]
- The Hater happily
autographs one kid's sign..."Fuck You" and then keeps the kid's pen.
PDW's resident Haters finally arrive inside the ring as they surround
Erik "Darkness" Harris. Before Darkness realizes it....he's right in
the middle of a Hate Haven! - The Hater clips Darkness low as Ice clips
him high...this instantly brings Darkness down. Ice and The Hater begin
taking turns stomping away all while T-Money is near the front row
buying bootleg movies from one of Amaya's cousins. T-Money finally gets
into the ring to join the stomp show...
T$-T
Money grabs Erik
Harris by the throat and starts smacking him repeatedly. He looks
unsatisfied at this point after about 400 fast slaps. He then looks
over at The Hater who whips out a bottle of baby powder, he dumps some
in T's hand and T then starts to slap Darkness again leaving a
multitude of white powdery hand prints on his face. T then drops his
lifeless body to the ground. At this time, we see a caterer coming down
to the ring with a pie - Adding insult to injury, T Money grabs that
pie and smashes it in the face of Erik Harris. He and the rest of his
Hater Compadre's die laughing until the smile on T Money's face
disappears and he lifts Harris to his feet. He then lifts Darkness up
into a Torture Rack position, holding him up there for a few seconds
before he spins him in the air and turns the torture rack into a
sit-down neckbreaker. MONEY KLIP! MONEY KLIP! If you're watching this,
bring a neckbrace, a stretcher...aww fuck it, this guy is DONE! Just
stick a fork in him!-T$
T$-T
Money starts coughing hard, it
looks like he's trying to bring up a Hateful loogey. He has what looks
to be spit in his mouth, he starts swooshing it around like it's mouth
wash. He proceeds to lean over in the face of Darkness and he pulls his
head back and like it's a catapult, sends spit flying out of his mouth.
As it goes down, you can see chicken particals and a few letters that
look like "HATE! HATE! HATE!" mixed into the loogey. The spit connects
with the face of Darkness. Ice and The Hater look like "That's nasty,
but we love it! And how can you not? Ya gotta love it, that's how T
Money gets down! Spitting on garbage, son!-T$
[Hate]
- Hate Inc.
just knocked the lights out of Darkness...that was too easy, couldn't
help myself - With Darkness laid out...it's time to HATE-HATE-HATE! -
[Hate!]
Ice: Remember that
kids show, “Are You Afraid of the
Dark?” Yeah…even those Nickelodeon brats
wouldn’t fear this Dark bitch.
So Erik Harris wants to come at Hate, Inc like he actually knows what
he’s getting into? I hope he comes at us with a lot more
originality
than that. *Ice starts to sing a bit.* Eric and a trash can sitting in
a tree! S-U-C-K-I-N-G! First comes yawns, then comes
weeping…then comes
a whole generation sleeping! *End song.* Sitting in a
ring…was that
really the best you could come up with? Let me guess, next week
you’ll
go Emeril on us, kick it up a notch, and BAM…promo from a
backstage
hallway! It’s called creativity, Harris. I suggest you start
to
familiarize yourself with it. Why? Because you’re about to
get hit with
loads and loads of it, courtesy of Hate, Inc. Then again, I’m
sure
taking load after load isn’t something new to you.
Ice: Boy,
did you let us have it while you were sitting there…holding
athletic
tape, no less! Please, oh please don’t intimidate us with
athletic
tape! Do me a favor, Darkness. Take that tape, use it to secure your
mouth shut, and listen to this very important warning I’m
about to give
you. Look at the name. We’re Hate, Inc…men so
hateful that had to make
us a fucking corporation! We piss perfection, shit sensational, and
kill careers of countless curtain cord cunts. You should really take
note of that. We’ll leave your ass jobless, trickless, and
homeless.
Hell, it’s only a matter of time before you go from promoing
next to
trash cans and cardboard boxes, to actually living in them.
Ice: Don’t come at us with those whack ass lines, you whack ass
punk. You’ve
got more talent in your pinky finger than we have in our whole bodies?
Well unfortunately, there must not be an ounce of creativity to go
along with that talent. But seriously, where are you getting your lines
from? Are you just randomly pulling shit out of a book of
clichés? Go
ahead and hit us with some more of your spectacular one liners. I
can’t
wait to hear the things you say when you move on up to the third-grade
insults, you third rate chump. You can talk about your pinky finger all
you want, but when it comes to my fingers you only need to know one
thing. T’s fingers smell like chicken…mine smell
like Amaya
[The Hater cringes] The Hater - Both you
mothafuckas need to wash your hands...
Ice:
Damn…where is Angela Lansbury when you need her? Wherever
she is, I’m
sure she just jumped out of her wheelchair and said, “DAMN!
Murder HE
wrote!” I write lyrically diabolical shit, promos so hateful
that they
inspire mini-Holocausts. We don’t play favorites, like you
claim this
federation does. We’re an Equal Opportunity Emitter of Hate.
We hate on
everyone fairly and without prejudice. There is no “back of
the bus” to
us. In the world of Hate, Inc…every last one of you can have
a front
row seat on the bus route to annihilation. Stamp your bus passes,
bitches!
The Hater -
THAT'S-HATEFUL!!
Ice: Don’t
be mad
at us just because your girl would rather be entertained by Hate, Inc
rather than be bored by limp dick. Don’t be mad that your
little promos
only get ratings when the Heads of Hate verbally fuck your scene, since
it was obvious no fucking was going to happen anyway. Don’t
come to the
door with an unloaded pistol when going against men who can verbally,
literally, and legally chop and screw you like you were a
Chamillionaire track. We’ve pushed you to the edge, and now
we’re going
to get you to jump. Comparing grease stains to shit stains and trying
to transition between the two lines? You have enough trouble making one
coherent thought…don’t step outside of your league
and try tie in two.
If you were our dad you would have killed yourself? Don’t
worry about
that, homie…you’re doing a damn fine job of it
already. This is too
easy, here Cash, get some!
[Hate] - Ice hands the
mic over to
The Hater, Jack Cash - The Hater immediately notices how cold and
frigid the mic is...he smirks because he knows he's about to bring the
hateful heat - The crowd begins to chant "Hate-Hate-Hate!" - [Hate]
The
Hater - Philadelphia...again? [crowd immediately boos] I
know Amaya's
house-husband didn't ask US who takes it up the ass in our group when
he's the one who has to bend over in his relationship. We're not in
your league? [The Hater smirks] You could be our worst nightmare? Man,
what the fuck? [starting dailing on the telephone] Let me call Freddy
up and letting him know you're stealing his shit....wait to Kreug gets
a load of this shit...mothafucka named Darkness stealing his lines.
Everyone knows Amaya's got a curfew for Darkness. How does that
look...Darkness has a curfew...Darkness can't come out at night. [Cash
stands over Darkness while drinking a Mountain Dew...he takes a swig
and spits it out] - Man, fuck this...lets hurry up and get out of here
before his wifey comes down here strung up on the pipe wanting to blow
us.
[Ice
grins like Amaya might have already blown him]
$-T
Money brushes off his clothes and whips out a diamond mic from
seemingly nowhere. The Hateful Hellraizer speaks after turning out the
lights to Darkness' career-T$
T Money: Darkness
tryna come at
us?! Do you know who we are you lamebrain? *Says this next line in best
Juggernaut voice* WE'RE HATE, INC. BITCH! On everything real though,
The Darkness? I know why they call this mothafucka that, because he has
NO IDEA how to cut a promo! Even when Garfield has good ideas, light
bulbs pop up over his head! This mothafucka is just sittin in a dark
room with a blank mind. He's like an unplugged Television...fitting,
because that's what I do when his promos are on. Wasn't the name of his
promo this week 'Finally...'? I know that's what the majority of PDW
was sayin when that shit was over. But what Hate, Inc is saying?
Finally we done beat that ass. Now you see where a smart mouth gets
you? Anybody just can't diss everybody, that's what we do. You
mentioned the wrong names and ended up on the wrong side of a Rodney
King type beating. By the way, what's his obsession with Hate, Inc.
fuckin each other? The last effective gay jokes were on The
40-Year-Old-Virgin, your shit wasn't clever at all.
T Money: You know how I know Darkness is gay? Because his initial thought when T
said kiss his greasy black ass to Amaya, he thought anal sex was
involved. That's some closet homo shit there! *T nods his head rapidly*
Uh huh, it is for real! Someone has a real "Dark" side, your
homo-erotic fantasies aren't cool, dawg! Don't worry, Darkness, your
father can't hurt you anymore! You're safe now...your cocaine takes you
away from the pain of being dick fed as a child!
T Money: How
this dude gonna claim to be Darkness anyways? He look like a mix
between that ugly little monster off The Gate and Ash Bombay, i'd
seriously be surprised if he had any black in him...unless Amaya straps
on the chocolate dildo! Oh damn, my bad...I forgot, can't contradict
myself and start usin your gay corny ass jokes. I'm more creative than
that. You talk about we couldn't make a Cory Feldman movie
better...Nigga, can anyone? But I like the fact that you mentioned him
because you couldn't beat any member of Hate, Inc. if you was Donatello
in Ninja Turtles 3. I'd beat your ass until your head slowly excelled
down into your little shell. Ain't nobody gonna stand by you against us
either cause people fear that we gonna Hate on them too which is true.
Amaya might get pissed and cry to Star but don't nobody give a fuck
about throwin Darkness to the Hate Monsters. You dispensable. We got
you shook! Mothafucka we got you lookin like Muhammad Ali with
alheimers right now, you in a dangerous place tryna bang with the big
boys!
T Money: So you're
obviously angry with us after all this
now. Maybe we need to hit up Jack Nicholson and Adam Sandler so you can
do some Anger Management. Maybe they'll take you to a Monestary with
that same water gun you pulled out after we left your crib! If we
lucky, they'll leave you there. That would be great, then you can
become a Monk like that mothafucka on the USA channel! That would work
out perfectly though because his OCD causes him not to wanna touch
anybody...and you CAN'T touch Hate, Inc in any way imaginable! See how
fate brings the hate back to reality? Get off our nuts, you don't want
it with us. This is too easy like playin Checkers with a Monkey, KING
ME, BITCH!
T Money: Jake
Matthews...I ain't forget about you,
homie. I peeped your little promo, you like when people talk about you,
well i'll talk about you. Yeah, Star "dated" me. We fucked. You gettin
sloppy seconds like you at an all you can eat pasta buffet! My name is
actually T Money and it rings more bells than The Liberty in London or
the ones that jingle on Christmas! I fucked Star and she got the
motivation to win titles and run feds, your sorry ass just came along
and got lucky. She wanted me more than I wanted her. She said she loved
me, but me and Snoop got the same mind set - I don't love them hoes. I
cheated on her ass the whole time, and if you smart you'd do the same
cause her pussy ain't that nice. It scratches. Especially after I left
that pussy, it doesn't like strangers and you're a stranger to it, I
had that shit tagged like graffetti walls when I was hittin' it.
T
Money: Yeah, my charisma is on another level than yours,
you still
tryna go up the DOWN escalator! You don't even deserve to to get punk'd
nomore though, you are no competition like the 16 seed against the 1
seed in the NCAA Tournament.
T Money:...Once
again, Hate, Inc. strikes
hard with hatred and we just made yet another segment sell ten thousand
one hundred dollar bills, son! If you don't know...WE JUST FUCKIN' WENT
PLATINUM!
T$-T
Money drops his diamond encrusted microphone and
watches it shatter...he looks down at it after it smashes as if to say
"Fuck it, i'll buy another one" - After that hateful display, Hate Inc.
begins to exit the ring in a civilized manner-T$
Standard
Match
Jack
Mehoff vs Julian Dark
Jacob DeSanto:
Coming to the ring first...all the way from Sin City....JACK...MEEHHOFF!
Ryde Rass: That
didn't sound good comin' from dat man..
David Wright: What
was wrong with it?
Ryde Rass: Look at
Desantos and tell me you just didn't smell some for of fruit jus then!
Truth
or Dare by Nerd hits the speakers, and the fans start to boo as Jack
Mehoff walks through the curtain wearing a black vest, and black tear
away pants. He is joined by his co-stars Meso Horney, Xandra X. Xavier
and Mallory Cox all of whom are wearing tight, revealing outfits. Jack
makes his way down the isle ignoring the fans yelling things at him as
he goes. Jack climbs to the ring apron and helps his ladies up. Jack
holds the middle rope and his laides climb into the ring, giving the
perverted camera man, a nice shot as they step through the ropes. Jack
starts to enter the ring and puts one leg through the ropes and stops.
He starts humping the second rope a few times then finally enters the
ring. Jack stands mid ring, as Mallory Cox stands behind him and
unbuttions his vest and rubs his chest for a second, before taking it
off. Xandra and Meso Horney kneel down beside Jack and they each grab a
side of Jacks pants and tear them off, leaving Jack wearing nothing but
his wrestling boots, the tape around his wrists and a black thong. Most
of the women in the crowd go nuts, while most of the men boo.
Jacob DeSanto: And his
opponent..from Eagle Rock,California...he is the current PDW Glamorous
Life champion...JULIAN....DARK!
Ryde Rass: Blocker
is holdin' a belt that should be mine!
David Wright: The
hell are you talking about? Your a skinny ass announcer.
Ryde Rass: Farah is
my girl damnit! She should be wearing dat belt for me...and only dat
belt!
T.C
calls for the bell as both men circle around and then lock up. Mehoff
takes the early offensive and grabs Julian's arm, sliding behind him
and locking in an arm wrench. After a second of having it in, Mehoff
cracks Julian in the back of the head with a stiff forearm shot that
makes Julian stumble forward holding the back of his head. Mehoff keeps
on the offensive as he grabs his head and sets him up, quickly
executing a snap suplex. He quickly falls on top of Dark and goes for a
pin, rubbing his forearm deep into the face of Dark. Before T.C can
even get a hand for the one count, Dark forces is way out. Mehoff keeps
on his, grabbing Dark by the arm and tossing him to the ropes. Mehoff
brings his arm back and swings, going for a clothesline. Dark ducks
under and goes to the ropes, leaping up and then back, coming down onto
the just now turning around Mehoff with a moonsault. As he stays on
Mehoff, T.C drops down for a count.
One..
Kickout!
Mehoff
is up quickly. As Dark approaches, Mehoff quickly drills a knee to the
stomach of Dark and hoists him up and over, connected with a T-Bone
suplex. Mehoff walks over and begins to apply the boots to Dark. Stomp
after stomp connect as Dark makes his way to the ropes and tries to
pull himself up. But as he goes to pull up, Mehoff grabs his legs and
drags him out, turning him over and into a Boston Crab. T.C drops down
to ask Dark if he quits, and a loud 'No' is clearly heard as she backs
off a bit as Dark begins to drag himself with his hands to the ropes.
David Wright: Although
Mehoff is a weird individual..he sure knows how to work his opponents.
Ryde Rass: Not the
only thing homeboy knows how to work.
David Wright: How
could you watch that filth?
Ryde Rass: So says
the man in his momma's basement.
Dark
manages to get to the ropes and grab them as T.C starts the five count.
At four, Mehoff lets go and turns around, grabbing Dark from the back
of his head and picking him up. As he picks him up, Dark reaches up and
grabs Mehoff and proceeds to drop down, hitting him with a jaw breaker.
This sends Mehoff reeling backwards. Dark is now on his feet and
watches as Mehoff begins to charge at him. As Mehoff gets within
distance, Dark reaches and grabs him, spinning him around and hitting
him with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. As Mehoff rolls on his stomach and
holds the small of his back, Dark sets up his legs and locks in an
Indian Deathlock. It is now Mehoff's turn at screaming 'No' as T.C asks
him whether he quits or not. As Mehoff slowly paws to get to the ropes,
Dark then bridges backwards and places his hands under the chin of
Mehoff, pulling back on the neck as his legs do the work on the other
part. Mehoff grunts again and repeats the 'No' as he extends his arm
more and more, but clearly can see that he won't make it. He then
reaches over and plucks Dark in the eye which makes Julian release the
hold and fall to the side. He quickly gets up and rubs his eye as Jack
gets to his feet.
David Wright: That
was a dirty trick, what is T.C doing?
Ryde Rass: This is
PDW man, little shit like that is all fair game..
Dark
continues to hold his eye, seemingly too long as Mehoff walks over to
him. As he gets closer, Julian leaps up and his him with a thunderous
Enziguiri as Mehoff flops to the ground. Dark doesn't waste time as he
quickly goes to the top rope and looks at Mehoff. He then quickly jumps
off and connects with a shooting star elbow drop. Right after impact he
quickly goes into the pin as T.C drops down.
One..
Two..
Kickout.
Dark
grabs Mehoff from behind the head and picks him up. Mehoff rushes and
tangles all of them up with the referee. So T.C is confused in the
turmoil, Mehoff quickly hits a low blow as Dark bends over, holding his
nads in pain. As Julian is bent over..Mehoff looks at a closed fist and
then proceeds to hit Dark with the 'Donkey Punch', which sends him to
the mat holding his ass now as Mehoff quickly covers.
One..
Two..
Kickout.
Mehoff
looks at T.C and then at Julian as he grabs Julian from in back of the
head and picks him up. He then sets him up for the 'Doggie Style
Driver'. But Julian quickly blasts up and shoves Mehoff's hands out of
the way and steps back. Dark connects with a thunderous superkick to
Mehoff's jaw as they both fall to the mat. Mehoof gets to his feet and
performs a doggle style driver getting Julian in a package.
One...
Two...
Three...
Jacob DeSanto:
You're winner.....JACK MEHOFF!
Truth
or Dare by NERD blare out the speakers as Mehoff gets to his feet
leaving Julian behind. Mehoff meets with his managers and exits through
the ramp.
SPECIAL
COMMERCIAL BREAK
We see a dark hallway.
There is a man standing at the end with a gun.
He is looking into a larger room. A figure has his back against the
wall. The camera goes to his face and we see that it is Erik Harris. He
continues to move along the wall. He makes his way towards the figure.
He then gets right behind the figure and taps him on the shoulder.
Harris then punches him right in the face knocking him out as soon as
he turns around. Harris then enters the bigger room. Two figures come
out and run at Harris. Harris dodges both mens attacks. He then
superkicks one in the jaw and he falls and the other one, he
clotheslines to the ground and then picks him up before breakin his
neck. Gun shots are heard and Harris tucks and rolls across the ground.
He then looks and sees where they are coming from. He goes over to the
man but is caught off guard by another guard. Harris goes down to the
ground but performs a leg sweep bringing the man and his gun to the
ground. Harris then stomps on his head. He then smiles and looks down
another hallway. Harris puts his back to the wall and goes down the
hallway. He comes up on another guard. Harris pulls out a knife, gets
behind and places the knife to the guys neck. He swipes the knife
across and the guy falls. Harris then smiles but then right away gets a
worried look on his face. A female voice is heard.
"Go for the sweet spot
-- just to the left of the spine, fourth lumbar down. The abdominal
aorta. What a gusher."
The
camera then shows us that it is Amaya and she has a knife stuck to
Harris' back. He then smiles as the camera zooms out enough to see
Amaya's face and Harris's face. Harris then lifts up a two liter of
Mountain Dew and smiles.
"Screw the sweet spot.
Do the Dew!"
Harris then begins taking a
drink of Mountian Dew as the camera fades.
The
scene opens up to show Erik Harris in his locker room. As he sits
there, a knock on the door sounds.
"Its Amaya!"
The
voice emanates in a high squeaky tone. Harris doesn't believe none of
it, just sitting down ignoring whoever it is.
"Erik sweetie, please,
I need your Tootsie Roll sized goodness!"
Harris
can cleary be shown getting agitated as he balls his fists up, but
still not answering the door.
"Erik come on...I
actually douched tonight!"
It
seems that Erik Harris has had enough and picks up the chair he was
sitting on. He walks over and opens the door quickly, grabbing the
chair and ready to swing it. But a white billow comes crashing into the
room, the nozzle of a fire extinguisher being shown as it sprays Harris
who drops the chair and falls back. As he wipes his eyes, Mike Ryba
lunged in and crashes the extinguisher into the head of Erik Harris.
Harris drops quickly to the floor as Ryba just stands over him shaking
his head. He brings his foot back and kicks the chest of Harris with
force as he talks to him.
Ryba: Merchandise
huh? Is that one of your shirts you are wearing?
Ryba
kicks him in the chest again before walking around Erik's locker room,
looking at the things he has. He goes to open the locker, but it seems
to be locked as Ryba frowns.
Ryba: What are you
hiding Erik? Extra small condoms? Another soda? OH NO! Your cheating on
your Dew! YOU BITCH!
Ryba
laughs as he runs and leaps, driving an elbow to the back of the head
of Harris, who is out cold. Ryba gets up and dusts himself off.
Ryba: You
see...all you had to do was just stay away from me. Take the road as
everyone else has when I say something. Either talk back, or don't do
shit. But no..you took it to the physical level. You see Kurupt Loc did
the same thing to me when he stole money from me. He provoked me even
more...and now where is he? He is over at the Quick Check on 71st
making Traditional subs and giving hand jobs in the bathroom to willing
customers. Do you want to be giving hand jobs to people when I beat you
up some more and force you to work at Wa Wa? Hmm?
Ryba
sends another foot into the chest area of Harris before he just drops
the extinguisher and steps over him.
Ryba: And don't
worry about merchandise sales. I needed a new jizz rag, so I bought one
of your shirts. Gotta help a man out right?
Ryba
laughs as he walks out of the room. Mike Ryba walks calmly
down the hallway as he notices nothing but the
extra pounds on his shoulder, as he carries around the title. He's
seemingly going to look for Mercer, as from behind him silently is the
raging monster. It clubbed Ryba in the back of the head, as he fell
flat onto the floor, as the title slipped off from the forward fall.
The raging beast picks up Ryba, before swinging him, ramming his head
into the random steel door. A dent shows from the impact. London just
watches, as he looks at the monster dissembling Ryba apart. The monster
stumped angrily on the head of Ryba as blood begins to show from the
forehead of Ryba. The PDW Champion being owned in just seconds. The
monster then picks the already "out" Ryba up off the floor, instantly
powerbombing him back onto the floor, as a thunderous shot is heard.
London goes over, slapping the face of Ryba.
Kindred London: Thought
I'd never come back, eh?
London
catches sight of Ryba's newly PDW title, as he picks it up. London fits
it around his shoulder, before checking out the platinum in the title.
Kindred London:
Thanks for the early Birthday Present, Mike! Much Props!
London,
drops ten dollars on the face of Ryba, as his face is sorta covered
with blood.
Kindred London: Go
buy yourself some damn Suave' soap ... You smell like fish ...
London
walks off, with the PDW title. Mike Ryba's PDW title, as the monster
looks back at the wreck he made, as the scene fades.
As the camera
shows Hate Inc goofing off
and having a ball
in their locker room, the lights in go off. They then come back on but
flicker
off right away again. We then hear sounds and commotion. The lights
flicker on
just enough to see a man swinging a sledgehammer. The flicker again,
causing a
strobe as we see the man nail T Money in the gut with the head of the
sledgehammer, Triple H style. T Money drops and curls up in pain. The
lights go
out again and more noise is heard as Ice yells. The lights finally come
back on
and we see Ice laying motionless on the floor as is T Money. The locker
room is
trashed. Suddenly, co-owner Star is shown strolling through the
hallways.
Through the open door of the locker room, she notices the wreckage and
her jaw
drops open. Star steps into the room with a surprised look on her face,
wondering what went on. She looks down at the fallen T Money and frowns.
Star: T? Are you
alright?
She nudges him a
little with her foot and
he still doesn’t
move. Star then shrugs her shoulders nonchalanty and stands up. As she
begins to walk out of the room, she suddenly pauses as a smile comes
over her face and looks back at T. She then begins to laugh and walks
out of the room. The camera
then goes back to Ryde and David.
Standard
Match
Ash
Bombay vs Priest
David Wright: And now the next match is going to be Notorious Destruction title
holder….Ash Bombay and Priest.
Ryde Rass: We’re going to see Bombay prove another night that
he’s worthy of the title.
David Wright: Well
let’s not give him all the credit for just the title.
Ryde Rass: True.
Priest is a big dude, yo.
Jacob DeSanto: The
following match is for one fall. Making their way to the
ring….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.
Jacob DeSanto: And
his opponent……
"One" by Metallica
blares through out the arena as the lights go dark. Blue strobe lights
fill the entranceway.
Jacob DeSanto: ...
from Oklahoma
City, Oklahoma ... standing 5 feet, 9 inches ... and
weighing in at 220 pounds ... here is AAAAAAAASH BOMBAAAAAAAAAAY!!!
Ash
Bombay steps out clad in blue parachute pants, with a white sash posing
as a belt and black boots. He has no shirt on and is letting his white
braided hair hang down in his face as he carries his trademark marble
cane to the ring.
# I can't remember anything # Can't tell if this
is true or dream # Deep down inside I
feel to scream # This terrible
silence stops me # Now that the war is
through with me # I'm waking up I can
not see # That there is not
much left of me # Nothing is real but
pain now # Hold my breath as I
wish for death # Oh please god, wake
me
Bombay
gives a arrogant strut towards the ring as he flashes his trusty half
smile and blows kisses to the female admirers in the audience. He steps
into the ring and gives a quick pose for the fans then he turns his
attention to his opponent. Standing tall, Ash glares at his opponent
briefly, before closing his eyes to take in the rage portion of the
song...
# Darkness imprisoning me # All that I see # Absolute horror # I cannot live # I cannot die # Trapped in myself # Body my holding cell # Landmine has taken
my sight # Taken my speech # Taken my hearing # Taken my arms # Taken my legs # Taken my soul # Left me with life in
hell
As
if drawing power from the hateful energy of the song, Bombay's fists
begin to shake with his own fury, to an explosive climax in which
Bombay throws open his eyes and lets loose a bellowing war cry!
Snarling at his foe, Bombay brings up his fists, ready for battle.
The
bell rings and the match starts. Priest runs at Ash and nails him with
a flying lariat. Ash goes down hard to the mat. Priest then looks at
him and begins stomping him. After about four to five stomps, Priest
picks up Ash and whips him against the ropes. Ash bounces off and
catches him with a power slam. Ash hits hard on the mat. Priest then
goes for a pin.
1.…
2.….
Priest
breaks his own pin..
Priest
shakes his head no to TC. Priest then picks Ash up and picks him up as
though he is going to power slam him but instead carries him over to
the turnbuckle and performs Snake Eyes. Ash falls to the mat and yells
out in pain. Priest then starts to pick up Ash but Ash begins punching
Priest in the stomach area. The punches do not even faze Priest. Priest
grabs Ash by the throat and pushes him back into the corner and holds
the choke on.
1.….
2.…..
3.….
4.….
Priest
breaks the choke.
Priest
then grabs Ash and leads him out to the middle of the ring. Priest then
grabs the arm of Ash and performs an arm wrench. Ash yells out in pain
as Priest continues to tighten the hold. Priest then lifts Ash up and
drops him with an arm wrench belly to back suplex. Ash continues creams
out in pain as Priest sits up in the mat. He walks over and picks up
Ash.
David Wright: Ryde
do you see what’s going on?
Ryde Rass: Ash is
getting his ass handed to him.
David Wright: That
is not a good start for someone who just won a title last week!
He
then throws Ash’s arm over his head and lifts him high into
the air.
Priest then walks around the ring holding Ash in the air allowing the
blood to rush to his brain. After about a minute, Priest drops Ash to
the mat with a hanging brain buster. The crowd goes crazy as Priest has
done nothing but ruled this match and shown off his new mean streak.
Priest
waits for Ash to start getting up off the mat. When he does, Priest
bounces off the ropes and nails him with a running DDT. Ash goes down
onto the mat hard. Priest then stands up and waits for Ash to get to
his feet. Ash reaches his feet and Priest draws back his hand and nails
Ash with a haymaker. Ash stumbles back. Priest nails him again with
one. Ash stumbles back. After the third haymaker, Ash goes down. Priest
then signals for his Tombstone Piledriver.
David Wright: This
is ridiculous!
Ryde Rass: [Shake
head] Bombay is ridiculous. He’s not coming through at all.
David Wright: Priest
is just tossing him around.
Ash
slowly gets to his feet and Priest catches Ash and lifts him up. The
crowd goes insane as Priest then proceeds to lay Ash out with another
Tombstone Piledriver. He then covers Ash.
1...
2...
3!!!!
Jacob DeSanto: And
tonight’s winner……PRIEST!!!!!!
Ryde Rass: That was
a fucking joke.
David Wright: You’re telling me. Bombay was a complete disappointment.
Ryde Rass: I almost
want to throw up after that.
David Wright: Throw
up?
Ryde Rass: Bombay
stank out there!!!!
David Wright: We’ll
be back folks!
The scene opens up backstage, directly after the Erik Harris versus
Vincent match. We see Harris walking down the hall, with a towel over
his head after his encounter with Hate Inc. The camera follows him as
he rounds a corner, obviously
heading for his locker room. As he continues down the hall, he suddenly
stops. A few feet in front of him, we see a 2 liter of Mt. Dew sitting
on the floor in the middle of a circle of rope, with the end of it
going around the corner. Harris just stands there, shaking his head.
Erik Harris: I mean
seriously.. come on! This is like something out of a Bugs Bunny
cartoon. How dumb do they think I am?
Just
then, Harris falls face first onto the floor in a pile. The camera
pulls back to see Jake standing there with a smile.
Jake Matthews: Well...
you were dumb enough to just stand here and wait for something to
happen...
Jake
just shrugs as he glances over to the door next to him. A smirk forms
on his face once more. The camera pulls out to see that they're
standing in front of Amaya's office.
Jake Matthews: I tot
I taw a putty tat...
Jake
looks down at Harris.
Jake Matthews: I did
I did see a putty tat.
With
that, Jake opens Amaya's door and walks in, dragging Harris right
behind him. The door closes and the camera fades to ringside.
[10 minutes later] The camera opens back up outside the Amaya's office. We see her walking
up to the door, and she looks to be in a hurry as she fumbles with her
keys. Suddenly she stops though, as she notices her door is open a
crack. Amaya looks around and grabs a hammer sticking out of a nearby
tool box, before she slowly pushes the door open. Darkness. Pitch
Black. We see her hand slide around the corner of the door, and finally
she hits the light switch. Her eyes get huge. The camera looks inside
the room and there we see Erik Harris, hanging upside down from the
ceiling, completely bound with duct tape. On his chest is a note with
large writing, that says, "Don't Fuck With Me." From the bruises all
over Harris's face, you can tell who ever did this, beat him first. As
Amaya rushes over to try and get Harris down, we see her office door
slowly begin to shut without Amaya's knowledge. Standing behind the
once closed door is none other than Jake Matthews. He takes a few steps
forward. We see his hand reach around to the back of his pants. He
pulls out a small hand gun and points it in front of him, directly at
Amaya.
Jake Matthews:
Eanie... Meanie... Mynie.
Amaya
quickly turns around and is completely frozen. The barrel of the gun is
only inches away from Amaya's face. As she stands there, Jake's smirk
gets bigger.
Jake Matthews:
What's wrong Amaya? You look a little.. shaken up... rough night?
Amaya
regains her composure as she stares at Jake with hatred in her eyes.
Amaya: Bitch please.
You ain't gonna shoot me.
Jake
just continues to smirk as he pulls the hammer of the pistol back.
Jake Matthews: You
sure?
Amaya
swallows hard, but nods.
Amaya: Yep. If you
were gon' shoot me, you already woulda...
Jake
winks at Amaya as we see his finger apply pressure to the trigger.
Jake Matthews: Fair
enough... and for once...
Jake
applies full pressure to the trigger, as Amaya braces herself for the
impact of bullets ripping through her body. Jake starts laughing as
nothing hits her except water. Amaya slowly opens her eyes, just
realizing she got played.
Jake Matthews:
...you were right... kinda-ish...
At
that moment, Jake shuffles forward with a superkick, connecting
straight to Amaya's chin, knocking her out cold. Jake stands there,
with a smirk, looking at Amaya, then at Harris. Jake pulls out a small
knife from his pocket and walks over to Erik. He reaches up for the
rope holding him to the ceiling, and cuts it, causing Harris to fall to
the ground with a thud. Jake places the knife back in his pocket and
turns, leaving the room, as the camera fades out.
Tag
Team Match
Star
&
Jake Matthews vs Carliee & Kindred London
David Wright:
We finally come to our main event of the night and what a
main event it will be. We might as well call this “Clash of
the
Couples” because that’s exactly what it is.
Ryde Rass:
Hell
yeah. This match is gonna be HOT! And not just because of the females
in it. Speaking of that though. Carliee AND Star in the ring together,
gettin’ all sweaty while tryna tear each other apart?
Shit’s gonna make
me go get the lotion.
David Wright:
Don’t forget about Jake and
Kindred. These two men have quite the history and I have a strong
feeling that tonight won’t end it no matter what the outcome.
There’s
plenty of hostility floating around in this match up.
Ryde Rass: Damn
right. I know Carliee and Star just about had enough of each other. I
can never have enough of them though…
David
Wright: Can you stay on the subject at hand for once in
your life?
We’re focused on the BEEF between these four individuals, and
the boss
Star and Carliee Williams have plenty. Since the day Carliee walked
into PDW she’s annoyed Star to no end. It all came to a head
the night
of Crimson Incantations when Star whipped Carliee with a pink belt and
had Latrisha Lamarte decimate the couple. When Star is mad,
she’s quite
a dangerous woman.
Ryde Rass:
And sexy as hell! I wonder if Jake makes her mad just to see how hot
she is when she goes off. I know I would.
David Wright:
Yeah, R2. We’re so sure.
The camera then cuts inside of the ring where Jacob DeSanto stands with
his microphone.
Jacob DeSanto:
The following contest is a tag match. Introducing
first….CARLIEE AND KINDRED LONDON!!!
Lady
Voice Whispers: Xtreme Productionz Proudly Brings To You
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 walk 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.
Ryde Rass:
There’s too much love up
in here. I can feel the hives forming on my skin. I’m not
feelin’ this
at all. Carliee… take off your clothes!
David Wright:
Why don’t you say the loud enough for Kindred to hear
you…please?
Ryde
Rass: Please, I can take that fool. I can beat anybody
who looks like
he came from a boyband. That means Kindred London AND Jake Matthews!
David Wright:
You are just full of trash talk tonight.
Ryde
Rass: Always, baby. Always. Carliee is lookin’
scrumptious tonight
though. She’s a little too yappy but I’d definitely
hit it.
The
lights in the Dynasty Spectrum go out leaving the arena in complete
darkness. The arena erupts into cheers as the opening drumline from
"Give It To Me (PDW Remix)" by Timbaland begins to blare through the PA
system.
"I'm the type of girl that'll
look you dead in the eye (eye)"
"I'm real as they come
if you don't know why im fly-y-y-y-y"
The
fans EXPLODE as a spotlight shines down onto the ramp where we see PDW
1/3 owner, Star standing. Her hands are on her hips as she just stands
there in a black triangle low cut halter top and a pair of black bikini
bottoms, which are both trimmed in white. She's also sporting a pair of
black chaps. She looks down at the ring and blows Kindred and Carliee a
kiss before the spotlight goes out, once again leaving the arena in
complete darkness.
"Could you speak up and stop
the mumbling"
"I don't think you're
getting clear."
"Sitting on the top
it's hard to hear you from way up here."
A
single spotlight flashes down again, and once more the crowd explodes
into cheers as they see Jake Matthews standing there alone, wearing his
trademark hooded sweatshirt with the hood pulled up over his head. He
stands there slowly shifting his weight back and forth as he
sarcastically waves at Kindred. The arena goes completely dark again.
"So if you see us in the club
go on and walk the other way"
"Cuz our run will
never be over; not at least until we say"
HUGE
pyros explode all over the stage as the house lights come back on to
reveal Jake and Star standing together on the stage holding hands. The
arena is going absolutely nuts as Jake and Star turn towards one
another and share a quick kiss before sprinting down the ramp towards
the ring. Kindred and Carilee quickly slip out as Star and Jake slide
in at the same time. They climb up to their feet and quickly climb the
2 turnbuckles nearest to Kindred and Carilee, taunting them to get
inside. Jake removes his sweatshirt and tosses it in the face of
Kindred as the music begins to fade out.
David Wright: That
Matthews sure is a cocky little SOB.
Ryde
Rass: You would be too if your woman looked like that. So
I guess we
don’t ever have to worry about you getting an ego because you
don’t
like chicks anyway.
David Wright:
I resent that comment!
Ryde Rass:
Resent it all you want while I look at STAR! You see what she got on?!
Oh my GOD!
David Wright:
Oh yeah…I…I…did notice
that…wow.
Ryde Rass: See,
she’s turning your gay ass straight!
Both
teams stand in the center of the ring with referee T.C. Paine, staring
one another down with every kind of look you can name. Carliee gives
Star a cocky grin as Star just smirks back, shaking her head. The young
woman gives a mocking flip of her hair and Star fakes a motion like she
just threw up in her mouth a little. Jake and Kindred continue to stare
at one another as T.C. speaks to them all. It’s obvious they
aren’t
hearing a word she’s saying. Just then, Star and Carliee head
to their
respective corners, allowing their men to start the match. The bell
soon follows and Matthews and London begin circling one another.
David Wright: Looks
like London and Matthews will be kicking this thing here off.
Ryde
Rass: Yup, yup. I wonder what’s gonna happen if
Kindred ends up in that
ring with Star. I know she had Latrisha rough him up but I’m
thinkin’
he won’t have the heart to hit her.
David Wright: You
never
know. From my experience with wrestling, you may have a certain
relationship with someone outside but in that ring all bets are off.
And Kindred really seems to love Carliee. Star hasn’t been
very nice to
her.
Ryde Rass:
Please. As cute as she is Carliee started that shit by
fuckin’ with Star for no reason.
David Wright: Well,
I won’t argue there.
Matthews
chooses to strike first, attempting a clothesline, but London being off
foot, somehow ducks the attempt, before he irish whips Matthews hard
across the ring, bouncing off the ropes,..London jumps over
Matthews...as Matthews come across...he lays low as Matthews jumps over
him. London then catches him with his highspot signature "The
Manipulator" hitting a chopsaw, modified neckbreaker. London soon
starts pulling Matthews to his feet. London holds up Matthews with his
arms behind his back, as he signals Carliee to come in, Carliee comes
in, and stares at Matthews before slapping him hard in the face with
the sound echoing loudly. Star gets in the ring, only to be held back
by the ref. That allows Carliee to then kick Matthews square in the
nuts, as he falls down from the pointed shoes hitting him direct. She
then gets back out, as the ref gets back to the match after getting a
hold of Star. Star’s face is completely red with rage as she
begins
shouting across the ring at Carliee.
Ryde Rass:
Dayum! Carliee almost knocked Jake’s nuts into this throat.
You KNOW Star is pissed!
David Wright: Who
can blame her? Carliee’s asking for some serious trouble,
As
Carliee smiles broadly at Star across the ring, Kindred sets Matthews
in a powerbomb position, only to fall backwards and have Matthews
blatantly fall on the rope on his neck. Kindred still holds onto the
upper torso, only to cause more damage by slamming Matthews forward to
the canvas in a hard quick motion. The crowd although envying London,
they eat up the action and unique movement seen from London. Kindred
can’t help but take a moment to admire his work by looking
down on Jake
from where he stands. As he reaches for him, Matthews suddenly brings
his foot up and boots London right in the face. He immediately flies
back at hits the ring floor as Jake finds the strength to make his way
back to his feet. He doesn’t hesitate to grab London up and
launch him
into the ropes. When he returns, Jake lays him out with a flying
crossbody into a pin.
One…
Two…
Kickout!
Jake
quickly shakes it off and climbs to his feet, taking Kindred with him.
Matthews bodyslams London before smirking down for a second and running
across the ring, leaning on the ropes. Carliee, using her tactics,
sweeps Matthews from off his feet, as the ref was trying to keep Star
on the outside. London quickly attacks Matthews, putting on a Reverse
figure four leg, cramping down on the back and spine of Matthews, as
well as applying pressure onto the knees and legs of Matthews. This
time, Star jumps through the ropes and runs over to the action to kick
London in the back of his head and break the hold. As London holds on
to the spot where her foot connected, Star makes her way back to her
corner and shoots Carliee a look before sticking her tongue out at her.
David Wright: What
the hell? And Star is always calling Carliee a baby?
Ryde Rass:
Shut up! She’s sexy. She can do what she wants.
David Wright: Just
calling it like I see it.
London
begins pulling Matthews up. He then tosses him into the corner and
takes a step back. London charges Matthews at full speed but is
surprised when he’s suddenly hit with an enziguri right to
the temple.
The kick hits so hard that the smack of Jake’s boot with his
head
sounds out loudly. Matthews immediately follows up with a vicious
clotheslines that plants Kindred right into the floor. Jake goes after
him and yanks him up to his feet. Jake whips Kindred hard into the
corner. Jake follows close behind, and as Kindred makes impact with the
turnbuckle, Jake hits him hard with a forearm shot to the face. Jake
takes hold of Kindred and lifts him up onto the top rope. Jake hits him
with a few stiff shots to the face, before climbing down. He motions
for Star, who nods and comes running full speed. As Star approaches
Jake, he launches her over his head towards Kindred. In midair, Star
wraps her legs around Kindred's neck, and flips backwards with a
hurricanrana.
Ryde Rass:
Team work!
David Wright:
Good
collective effort there by Star and Jake. Carliee and Kindred had shown
a bit of that early on in the match as well.
Ryde Rass:
See, men need to get hip to that. If you want a good tag team then tag
with your woman.
The
crowd gives a huge pop as Kindred begins slinking to his corner. Star
starts to return to hers as Jake goes for Kindred once again, but
he’s
already made the tag with Carliee, which causes Jake to pause. Kindred
pulls himself up and wraps a protective arm around Carliee’s
waist,
pointing in Star’s directions and calling for Jake to make
the tag.
Jake just smiles and heads for Carliee as if he is going to attack,
making her shrink back in Kindred’s arms. Jake laughs while
shaking his
head and turns for his corner. He then points back and Carliee and Star
nods her head with a wide grin. She wraps her arm around
Jake’s neck
and gives him a peck on the lips before entering the ring.
Ryde
Rass: Fuck kinda tag was that? This is WRESTLING! Slap
that nigga on
the back so hard he turns red to let him know you wanna get up in that
ring!
David Wright: Oh,
you’re just jealous.
Ryde Rass:
So!
Carliee,
suddenly with much more confidents, struts to the center of the ring to
meet Star. Star, standing a few inches taller than Carliee, gets right
up in her face, trying to intimidating her and saying things like
“I
got your coward, bitch.” Tired of the charade, Carliee
finally shoves
Star back and slaps the taste out of her mouth so hard that
Star’s ears
ring. Infuriated by the hit, Star spears Carliee down hard and begins
wailing on her with lefts and rights. Carliee’s arms flail
for a while
before she rolls Star over, switching their positions, and unleashes a
barrage of punches of her own. As soon as it seems she is getting the
better of the veteran diva, Star pushes Carliee off of her and leaps to
her feet. Carliee hops up as well and takes Star down with an arm drag
when she approaches her. Caught off guard, Star makes it to her feet
only to be hit with a dropkick. With Star down, Carliee keeps up her
pace and hops onto the second rope, landing across Star with a
lionsault. She then makes a pin attempt.
One…
Two…
Thre…Star
kicks out!
Ryde Rass:
Awww, shit. Carliee almost had The Glittering Goddess right there. That
would’ve fucked up Star’s whole week.
David
Wright: Week? Try her whole YEAR! As much as Star has been
talking down
to Carliee being pinned by her would be devastating!
Carliee
picks Star up, standing her upright. She then starts hitting her with
chops to the chest, backing her up into the corner. As they come closer
into the area where London is, London pokes Star in the back, as she
turns around knocking London off the apron, Carliee takes advantage,
quickly wringing Star with her hair, doing a botched neck-wringer
neckbreaker, giving the advantage to Carliee. Carliee, excited by her
own ability to pull off such a move, squeals in delight, but as she
goes back for Star, the boss lady kicks the unsuspecting young female
in the shin. She then grabs Carliee by the head and stands up, only to
drive her pretty face into the mat with her signature
“Mundane
Makeover” sit out front facebuster. The crowd roars at the
sudden
change in momentum. Star rolls Carliee over on her back and hooks her
leg.
One…
Two…
Thre…Carliee
barely kicks out!
Star
stands up and begins stomping away at poor Carliee who does her best to
crawl away from her. Kindred jumped down from the apron and reaches
under the bottom rope to slide Carliee out to safety for a moment. Star
then runs up the top turnbuckle and leaps into the air with a shooting
star senton, landing straight on both London and his girlfriend outside
of the ring.
Ryde Rass:
Ooooh! That was NICE!
David Wright:
Star with a high risk maneuver. She just may pay dearly for that.
Ryde Rass:
Please, the girl’s been pulling off moves like that her whole
career. You had to expect at least one.
Jake
looks over with concern at the mess outside of the ring as three bodies
lay spread out, Kindred and Carliee on the floor and Star stretched out
over them. Suddenly, she begins to stir and slowly starts getting to
her feet. She starts heading back to the ring back Kindred grabs onto
her foot, keeping her on the outside. As T.C. counts inside of the
ring, Star kicks in vain while Kindred climbs up. Star puts her hands
in front of her face, expecting some sort of blow to come her way but
Kindred shoves her backwards, causing her back to smash into the apron
and making her fall forward onto the floor. Jake then hops off of the
apron and runs around to the other side of the ring where he smashes
Kindred in the chest with his boot. And proceeds to stomp the hell out
of Kindred as Star makes her way back to the ring and climbs inside.
Jake then collects both Carliee and Kindred from the floor and tosses
them back inside as well. He climbs in after them and heads back to his
corner.
David Wright:
Wow, I honestly can’t tell which was this is going. This
match is like all over the place!
Ryde Rass:
All of our matches are all over the place. You should know that by now.
Star
awaits her opponent and this time Kindred steps into the ring. The two
of them stand in silence as the crowd goes ballistic, waiting for
something to jump off. Star walks right up to Kindred and slaps him
straight across the face, but the act doesn’t seem to do
much. Kindred
stands fast which just pisses Star off even more. She serves Kindred
with another slap that has the exact same affect. Star suddenly bawls
up her right fist, pulled back and clocks Kindred right in the face!
The force of the blow sends him back into the ropes but Kindred bounces
back and shoulder blocks Star clear across the ring to
Carliee’s
corner. The feisty vixen quickly climbs up on the turnbuckle and wraps
her arm around Star’s neck, tightening her hold and choking
Star nearly
blue in the process. Carliee’s chokehold lifts Star off her
feet as she
claws and Carliee’s arm. Star then elbows Carliee in the face
uses her
weight to plant her boots hard on the mat, flipping Carliee over her
head and into the ring. Star doesn’t waste time laying boots
to the
twenty year old but London quickly saves his woman by going for a
clothesline that Star dodges. She quickly runs across the ring and tags
in Jake who was eager to get into the ring.
Ryde Rass:
Wooo,
she made it. I was scared there for a second that Kindred was gonna
twist her up into some crazy shit that would mess that body up for life.
David Wright:
Yeah, Kindred is a master submissionist.
Ryde Rass: But
Jake still made his ass tap!
Jake
nails Kindred with a dropsault and then drops his elbow onto him for
good measure once he’s down. He then pulls Kindred up and
plants him
back into the mat with a fisherman DDT. The crowd goes wild for The
Miracle Boy as he continues his assault on Kindred, pulling him to his
feet and hitting him with a dropkick that knocks him back into the
ropes. When he comes back, Jake delivers a superkick to him so
devastating that he doesn’t even know which way to fall. He
oddly falls
down right on his tail with his head reeling. London being knocked on
his butt, Matthews sees time to end it all, As London gets up, the
crowd revs up, waiting for Matthews finisher. London, once again, using
his awareness skills, he catches Matthews just in time trying to hit
London dead on with the patented superkick, however, London blocks it
in rare form, kicking Jake in the mid-section, before hauling him up
like as if doing an "F-5", but stalls in the rotation, quickly
implanting Matthew's head dead-on into the mat, as the crowd goes in a
horrific pause seeing the harsh landing. London goes for the pin.
One…
Two…
Thre…no! Jake
just manages to kick out!
Ryde Rass: Damn,
he almost ain’t make that shit.
David Wright:
Yeah…that was a definite close call!
Ryde
Rass: I don’t care if this match lasts all night
though. It just means
I get to see Star and Carliee for that much longer. This shit is
fabulous.
David Wright:
Did you just say fabulous?
Ryde Rass:
What?! Hell naw! Call the damn match!
For
some reason, Star runs into the ring and hops onto the ropes, hitting
Kindred with a 720 DDT and prompting Carliee to make her presence
known. She heads into the ring and goes after Star with a headscissors
takedown. As Star and Carliee are fighting and London is on the mat,
the crowd, again begins to explode as movement is seen again from
behind Ryde and David. Erik Harris is again seen jumping the guardrail
only this time he is wearing street clothes. He has on a pair of
Carpenter jeans with Lugz work boots and a black Mountain Dew shirt
which he has cut the sleeves off. As Matthews is in the ring trying to
break up Star and Carliee, Harris slides in the ring and waits for
Matthews to turn around. Harris is crouched in all four and checks on
London. When Matthews turns around to attack London again, he gets
nailed with Pitch Black by Harris. Harris then slides out of the ring
and looks on. Star notices Harris and begins screaming at him. He walks
over to her and looks up at her. He then flips her the bird. She then
turns her attention back to the match. When she does this, Harris to
the enjoyment of the crowd hauls back and slaps Star straight across
the ass, causing her to scream out and drop down to the ring apron
holding her ass. Harris laughs as he backs up the ramp.
Ryde Rass:
Oh hell naw! Did you see what he just did?! That was messed up!
David Wright:
I can’t believe what I just saw. Why in the hell did Harris
just do that?!
Ryde
Rass: Because he likes gettin’ his ass whooped!
I’m surprised he’s ever
out here after all the shit that’s gone down with him
tonight. He’s
just trying to prove his has balls but Star is gonna take those bitches
and hang them from her rearview mirror for what he just did!
David Wright:
That is if Matthews doesn’t kill him first!
Harris
backs up on the ramp and his smile halts as he is tapped on the
shoulder. He turns around to see Amaya standing behind him with her
arms folded. He chuckles and she shoves him. Moments later Amaya starts
to cuss him out. Harris moves to hold her but she takes a few steps
back. "Money Maker" by Ludacris blares out the speakers as the couple
walks out arguing. Back in the ring, Jake is on his hands and knees,
looking up at the stage that Harris and Amaya just exited with pure
hatred in his eyes. He starts to climb out but is nailed in the back of
the head with Kindred London’s boot. Kindred tries to
continue but Star
quickly intervenes and lowblows him from behind, giving Jake a chance
to uppercut him and then perform a belly to belly suplex that sends him
over the top rope. Carliee tries to run over for the save but Star
scouts her approaching running face crushing and kicks her in the gut.
The fans scream at the top of their lungs as Carliee doubles over and
Star bounces off the ropes and nails Carliee with a 720 DDT! She then
sets her up in a three-quarter facelock.
Ryde Rass: Awww
shit!
David Wright: You
know what this means!
Ryde Rass:
Supernova!
Star
flips over Carliee, turning the front facelock into an inverted one and
driving her face right into the mat! Star then rolls Carliee up into a
small package and T.C. goes for the count!
One…
Kindred shakes Jake off
and heads back for the ring.
Two…
He begins sliding under
the ropes but Jake grabs hold of his foot and drags him back.
Three!
Jacob DeSanto: Ladies
and gentlemen…your winners…STAR & JAKE
MATTHEWS!!!
David Wright:
What a match! That was great! It was hard fought but Jake and Star
pulled it off!
Ryde
Rass: You gotta give Kindred and Carliee props though.
Especially
Carliee. I didn’t think she would be able to hang like that
but she did.
Outside
of the ring, Jake levels Kindred with the NMN , leaving him out cold on
the floor. Carliee rolls around in pain before looking up at Star,
still ready for battle in case the boss wanted to continue her fight.
Star simply looks down at Carliee and shrugs her shoulders, then dusts
her hands off as if she’s washing them of Carliee completely.
Jake
joins her in the ring and she leaps into his arms, celebrating their
victory as the crowd cheers for the winning team. The PDW logo then
flashes across the screen before the show fades.
