The Dynasty Spectrum, Philadelphia,
Pennsylvania
April 21, 2007
Even the cold late winter
weather isn’t enough to keep the faithful PDW
fans from littering the sidewalk outside of the venue. They scream in
excitement, throwing al sorts of signs of praise to the federation into
the cameras view. Suddenly, head of security, Tank, barrels through the
doors of the arena and onto the scene.
Tank: What
the hell is this?
A few scattered members
of the security team all look at him in confusion.
Tank:
I told you to have this area cleared out a half our ago! Get these
people out of here before she arrives! She doesn’t want to be
bothered
my them.
The security team then
rushes to get
the fans out of
the way as Tank stands there staring anxiously down the road awaiting
someone’s arrival.
“Anxiety” by the Black Eyed Peas feat. Papa Roach begins to play as the camera cuts into the live scene of fans jumping up and down their seats. The camera cuts to the tron when a double scene of Farah and Amaya are shown…fading into the middle of the screen is Star, who shakes her head and shrugs her shoulder.
The camera cuts into the hallways of the Dynasty Spectrum. A shot of Savon Sem is shown chasing after Bullrush down a long narrow hall. The scene changes as we see Rayne and Kirsta walking inside of Rayne’s locker room with smiles painted on their faces.
The picture blends to the next scene as we see Kalie and Priest walking inside the front of the building. Now, Kindred is seen throwing fake blows in his locker room as Talena watches him with a wide grin. Nightmare and Vincent are shown sitting with Erica Banks and waves to the camera. The camera cuts quickly back to the tron that now shows pictures of last week’s winners.
Bullrush
Vincent Banks
Priest
Luxirie
Magnificent
Ash Bombay
Jake Matthews
Kindred London
The fades goes dark and the camera cuts to the commentator’s table, who now sees David Wright and Ryde Rass sitting and smiling.
David Wright: And we’re back with another night of Disclosure.
Ryde Rass: True that Dave…When are we having the next PPV?
David Wright: Actually rumor is that it might be happening soon than we think.
Ryde Rass: Well tonight comes close to a PPV event because everyone but one is defending their title tonight along with a couple of regular rounders.
David Wright: Well let’s start with the top of our sheet, First up tonight is Bullrush and Rayne Young. Bullrush made an awesome debut last week but unfortunately Rayne did not do so good against Magnificent.
Ryde Rass: Following that up we have a gauntlet match for the Rising Star title. Battling it up will be Kalie Moore, boyfriend Priest, Danika Wells, Justin Marsten, Jack Mehoff, Timmy D, Ciara La’Shae and coming back is Kirsta Lewis.
David Wright: I was wondering what she was doing around here. But after the gauntlet match we’re going see Sean Ryken make his debut and up against Magnificent.
Ryde Rass: Then check this….Erik Harris is going up against Ash Bombay for the Notorious Destruction title.
David Wright: Well one of the match I’m eager to see is after that. We see Jake Matthews going up against Sean Williams. A lot of drama there….I’m sure Jake is wanting to beat someone up.
Ryde Rass: After that, we see another potential title change…..Kindred London is going face to face with Julian Dark for the Glamorous title. And Kindred has been non-stop lately.
David Wright: Yes, a lot of match but the one that everyone is tuning in to see…is our very own bosses Amaya and Farah going up against each other.
Ryde Rass: Man…I have to stick to my cousin on this one…Farah is beautiful…but Amaya don’t play. It’s hard to tell….most likely going to be a draw.
David Wright: I have to say…It is going to be one hell of match.
Ryde Rass: Shit its going to be one hell of night!
David Wright: Don’t go anywhere….
- A Divalicious Debut -
Yankee Rose by David Lee Roth begins to blare out through the pa as Shelly The Bod appears with close friend Arciela close behind. Dressed casually in a white Roxy spaghetti tank top, boot legged blue jeans cuffed at the ankles and black Sanuk flip flops, Shelly exchanges hi-fives with fans continuing to make her way ringside. She finally makes her way inside the ring and takes the microphone from a ringside attendant. She takes a moment to bask in the adulation before addressing the packed house.
Shelly: Thank you all very much. It’s good to see that you all recognize and respect true greatness.
The crowd cheers louder.
Shelly: Now for those of you who have been living under a rock, I am not just some gorgeous Hawaiian Hardbody that’s out here to provide eye candy….I am Shelly The Bod!!! I’m the one bitch here that’s given Star herself all she could handle. Not so long ago, she and I had some knock down, drag outs that didn’t just end inside the ring. I will be the first to admit that every time I was beginning to think that I was bigger than the sport, Star made damn sure that she was the one that brought my ass back down to reality. And I’m sure The Glittering Goddess will tell you all that when she needed to be knocked down a peg or two, it was none other than Shelly The Bod that kept her grounded as well. It’s been a relationship that’s had it’s up’s and down’s, but I’m standing here tonight admitting to you all that I thank God herself that Star is one of my nearest and dearest friends. And I know that she feels the same. She feels the same so much, that she’s made me the Head Bitch in Charge of Platinum Dynasty Wrestling!!!!
Crowd continues to cheer somewhat shocked at the announcement.
Shelly: Now I didn’t come down here to stand in front of all you people and toot my own horn. I don’t need to. Just look at me!!! I’m the hot chick that has it all….I have all the money….I have two Mercedes’, a BMW and an Escalade parked in the driveway of my eight-thousand square foot home that sits on the sand of the California Coast…and now….I have “The Power”!!! I am here to officially announce that I am the new, General Manager of Platinum Dynasty Wrestling!!!!!
Crowd gives a mixed reaction.
Shelly: That’s right!!! Anything and everything PDW has to go through me!!! I’m the one who decides who gets title shots!!!! I’m the one who decides who gets to face who inside the ring!!!! Hell, I even decide who gets a parking spot outside the arena!!! So as I look at my eighteen thousand dollar Cartier watch…..
Shelly then pulls her watch up towards her face watching the second hand countdown.
Shelly: Let the ass kissing begin!!!!!
Arciela then holds up a mirror for Shelly to quickly check her hair and make-up. Shelly then takes a second to parade around the ring with her arms raised before she and Arciela make their way backstage.
Backstage, we see Danika Wells walking on her way to the
ringside area. As the camera follows
her, she passes a guy with slicked back bright blonde hair, wearing a black
trenchcoat leaning up against the wall.
As she passes him, something possesses her to stop. She stands for a second, and then turns to
look at the man, and notices he’s watching her.
Angry, she walks towards him.
Danika: Can I help you?
The man looks her up and down for a moment, allowing Danika time to get even angrier.
Danika: Look, you can find photos of me in the gift shop, they’ll last longer. I’ve got a match to go compete in.
Man: I know, that’s why I’m here.
Danika: What the hell are you talking about? And just who the hell are you anyway?
Man: The names Luke. Luke Wolf.
Danika: Ok Luke, just why are you here to watch me?
Luke: Because I’ve got an eye for talent. And you, Danika Wells, have a lot of talent. At least I think so.
Danika, somewhat taken aback by the compliment, gives Luke an incredulous look.
Danika: What are you getting at?
Luke: Look, things around here are about to change. Before long, the real talent in this place is going to set itself apart from the wannabe’s and the pretenders. As for example, Bullrush. He’s nothing. Nothing compared to what’s coming.
Danika: And what’s this have to do with me?
Luke: Everything. All I’m saying is that if you want to realize your true potential, you need to surround yourself with talent, nothing else. I’m offering you that chance.
Danika: What makes you think I’m interested.
Luke: You want to get to the top, that much I can tell. With the right people, that can happen a lot sooner than you think. So, if you’re interested—
Voice: She’s not, now leave her alone.
Luke stops with the interruption. He slowly turns to see Bullrush standing behind him, not looking too happy.
Luke: If you don’t mind, I’m discussing business here. So beat it.
Bullrush: The only one Danika needs to be discussing business with is me. So you beat it, punk.
Luke looks Bullrush up and down, and just shakes his head. Chuckling, he turns back to Danika.
Luke: See what I mean?
From behind, Bullrush grabs Luke by the arm and spins him around. The smile on Luke’s face quickly disappears, replaced by one of anger.
Luke: Lay your hands on me again, and it will be the last mistake you ever make.
Bullrush: Is that a
threat?
Luke: Try it and find out.
Bullrush laughs, and starts to turn away. Then suddenly out of nowhere, he sucker punches Luke! Luke stumbles back a bit, and before he can recover, Bullrush rushes at him, sending both men flying over a nearby table. Luke uses Bullrushes momentum to roll over on top of him and get a few punches in before Security comes flying in from all over, breaking the two men up. Along with security, a black man wearing a wife beater, khakis, and sunglasses helps to restrain Luke.
Man: Luke, man, let it go! He ain’t worth it!
Luke: Let me go Romeo!!
Bullrush: Bring it on boy!! You and your Limey friend too!
The man stops helping to restrain Luke and turns to Bullrush.
Romeo: What did you call me? Listen here you--
The man is silenced as security grabs him too and start to
drag him and Luke off one way, and Bullrush off the other. As Luke gets taken down the hall, you hear
him yell “This isn’t over!!”. Danika
stands there for a second, looking one way and then the next as the two men are
drug away. Finally, she just shakes her
and head and once again starts to make her way to the ring.
Standard Match
Sean Ryken vs Magnificent
Green and Gold strobe lights blink rapidly as the song “Money Maker” by Ludacris blares throughout the whole arena. As soon as the intro ends and the chorus picks up, Amaya stands at the entrance with her hands on her waist. She flashes a big smile as the crowd yells with a mixture of boos and cheers for her.
As the chorus continues she walks down towards the ring with an arrogant sway yet waving to the crowd and haters. She slides into the ring and climbs on the ropes. Seconds after having complete balance she throws her fist in the air causing sliver pyros to explode. Jacob walks over and hands her the microphone.
Amaya: Ladies and Gentlemen….I know tonight you were expecting to see Sean Ryken and Magno fight it out. But word is that Magno will not be joining us tonight.
Ryde Rass: Magno is not coming?!?
David Wright: Such a disappointment.
Amaya: Yes, word is the man got in trouble with the law. So instead of Magno we have picked someone else to challenge our new signee…..[Looks at the entrance] If you can please come out!
“Numb” by Linkin Park blares out of the speakers and steps into the entrance is a large dark figure….seconds later the figure steps out and walks down the ramp.
Amaya: Our very own……TANK! [Chuckles] Enjoy.
Tank walks up the steps and slides into the ring. Amaya hands Jacob back the microphone and slides out of the ring and disappears towards the exits.
Ryde Rass: So Tank is taking over?
David Wright: Guess so?
Ryde Rass: Tank is huge, I haven’t even seen the new guy yet.
David Wright: Last I check Tank is not a trained wrestler…..but who know how much he watches.
Jacob DeSanto: And now welcome out….Sean Ryken!
The pyros explode and the music begins as what seems like a million fans each simultaneously scream at the top of their lungs, letting out as much emotion as possible. Iman’s reign has begun.
Broken and weary
Unable to find my way
These fans, they're a million miles away from reality as flashes, filled with static and that 'scratchy' look. Flash. Flash. Flash. Pictures of Sean Ryken and his child hood dreams and nightmares.
Dizzy and clearly unable to
Just let this go
Flash. Ryken. Flash. The numerous battles he has fought over the last few years. Flash.. Adrenaline courses through the air. In the back, men and women begin preparing for the show. It's going to be big. Huge. By God, it's going to be perfect if possible.
To gravity and the unknown
Sean’s past with drugs and hard times throughout his lifetime.
Catch me
Heal me
Lift me back up to the sun
Fear. Flash. The death of Sean’s wife is brought back through his own visions.
I choose to live.
I choose to live.
I choose to... live.
Sean’s face appears on screen with a sadistic smile.
"Suffocate" by Motograter hits the speakers.
Sean has made his way down to the ring by now following the huge explosion, climbing up into a corner and holding his left fist up to pump the crowd up. As the music fades, he drops to the mat and energetically talks with the referee. Sean then walks off to the side, leans against the ropes now turning to see his unexpected opponent.
Ryken and Tank meet in the middle of the ring. They both lock up and push each other back and forth. Tank breaks hold and tosses Ryken into the ropes. He approached Ryken and kicks him in the chest. Ryken almost goes over the ropes backwards, but throws himself forward. Tank grabs him by his shirt and throws him against the turnbuckle. Tank walks back up to him and grabs him by the neck. He sets up and executes a bulldog and Ryken goes to the mat.
Ryken quickly gets to his feet and shoves Tank back. He shoves him again and Tank almost goes over the ropes. Ryken gets hold of Tank’s arm and throws him towards the other side of the ring. Tank bounces of the ropes and Ryken hits him with a flying clothesline.
Tank falls down on his back. He flips backwards and gets to his feet. Tank glares at Ryken and they both run towards it each. Both of them hit each other during a lariat attempt and they both fall to the crowd.
Ryde Rass: Damn they both fell!
David Wright: Ryken is trying to prove himself tonight.
Ryde Rass: Tank is trying to shut things down!
Tank shakes his head and Ryken sits up. Ryken grabs the ropes and hoist himself up while Tank uses his arms and pushes himself back to his feet. Since Ryken is close to him and gets up before he does, Ryken kicks Tank down. Ryken climbs the ropes and executes a swanton bomb…..seconds later he goes for the pin.
One….
Two….
Thr….
Tank gets a shoulder up. Ryken gets to his feet. And Tank sprints form the floor to his feet. Once Tank turns around Ryken hits him with Insanity’s embrace. Tanks falls back to the turnbuckle and Ryken stikes him with punches repeatedly. Ryken steps back and as Tank tries to move forward, Ryken connect a rolling wheel kick sending Tank back down. Ryken gets to the top of the turnbuckle and performs a gullitone leg drop but Tank moves out the way and Ryken crashes to the floor!
Ryde Rass: Damn! Just by seconds!
David Wright: Tank really would have been hurt by that.
Ryde Rass: Ryken is kicking ass out there.
Tank climbs the rope as Ryken gets up Tank executes a shalimarti and takes ryken down. Tank huddles over him and goes for the pin.
One…
Two…
Ryken kicks out. Ryken shoves Tank away and they both get back to their feet. Now with a glare in his eyes, Ryken connects an R-15 and sends Tank right back to the mat. The crowd screams and cheers for him. Ryken puts Tank in the sharpshooters position and Tank growls in pain. Finally seconds are running by and Tank taps out.
Jacob DeSanto: And your winner SEAN RYKEN!!!!!
Ryde Rass: No mercy!
David Wright: I think Tank gave up too quickly.
Ryde Rass: Hey but Ryken did his job out there.
Tanks stands up with his beating red face and nods at Ryken. Ryken’s song, "Suffocate" by Motograter hits the speakers. Tanks slide out of the ring and makes his way to the ramp. Ryken does the same as the crowd cheers his name.
David Wright: Rayne versus Bullrush, next!
Ryde Rass: And you don’t want to miss that one.
5050 Twin's "Just Listen Freestyle" is heard booming from the arena speakers and the spotlight beams down on the aisle just outside of the curtain. Suddenly a black man in a fine tailored suit walks out into the aisle. He has a microphone in his hands and he looks out into the soled out crowd as the music fads.
Mr. Big: "Ladies and gentlemen my name is Mr. Big. I have been hired by this company as it's head of creative control. I am here to make a huge announcement. Yall will see Mr. Big always does BIG THINGS this is no different. The magnitude of this announcement will shake the sports entertainment world to it's very core. A date has not yet been set but in the near future Platinum Dynasty Wrestling and Project Violence will be holding a joint pay per view! The best of both federations will face of in a HUGE SUPERCARD! I promise you people this show will be one for the ages. This will bring the spotlight of the wrestling world on these two great promotions. Details will become available in the coming days and weeks and we will have match announcements on Disclosure as well. To all the PDW fans if you haven't seen Project Violence in action I suggest you check it out. And to all the Project Violence fans I suggest you do your homework on PDW. Till next time..."
The music returns briefly as Mr. Big heads backstage.
- The Jack & Bull Show -
We are taken outside the arena, where Jack Mehoff and his girls are hanging out, sitting on the hood of a car, relaxing and enjoying the pleasant spring breeze. They are all still wearing their togas.
Meso: I really gotta hand it to you Jack. That entrance really got peoples attention.
Jack: Oh yeah, I know. Anything to promote a movie, that's my motto.
Mallory: So, what are we doing after this?
Jack: Going back to Florida, we're having a big premier party for 301, at Club La Vida.
Mallory: Fuck. I hate putting up with those stuck up rich brats.
Kelly: Hey.
Mallory: Be glad ah didn't say something else. You're lucky I didn't get on TV and talk about the kid who shot up Virginia Tech and commend him for a job well done.
Kelly: Hey, a lot of good people died there.
Mallory: Yeah, stuck up rich shits.
A trashy looking homeless guy walks over to them. He has long grey hair, a grey beard, only seven teeth in his mouth, and a tin cup in his hand. He is wearing a John Cena t-shirt, jeans with all sorts of holes and stains on them, and only one shoe.
Homeless guy: Change?
Mallory: No, we don't have any change so fuck off.
Jack: Hold on Mallory, I've got an idea. Let's have some fun with this guy.
The homeless guy walks up to Jack.
Homeless guy: Got any change?
Jack: No, but I've got something better for you. How would you like a bottle of Jack Daniels?
The homeless guy gets a smile on his face, and starts nodding his head.
Homeless guy: Yes sir.
Jack: Ok, here's what you do. You take this camera guy with you, and you beat the crap out of the first wrestler you see in the back.
Jack opens a door that he had propped open, and the homeless guy runs through the door, screaming, with the camera man chasing after him.
Jack: Come on, let's find a monitor. This should be good for a laugh.
The homeless guy is running through the backstage hallway, getting odd looks from staff as he runs past. He stops in at a turn and spots Bullrush walking down the hallway with his back to him. The homeless guy runs up behind Bullrush and hits him in the back of the head, knocking Bullrush down. The homeless guy takes his shoe off and starts hitting Bullrush with it. Bullrush quickly gets back to his feet and hits the homeless guy with a clothesline from Hell. Bullrush has a pissed off look on his face, as he grabs the homeless guy by the shirt, picks him up with one hand, and pushes him against the wall.
Bullrush: Who are you and why did you attack me?
Homeless guy: Jack Mehoff was gonna give me a bottle of Jack Daniels if I beat the crap out of you.
Bullrush takes the homeless guy and throws him through a door that was locked, completely taking the door off its hinges.
Bullrush: Jack MEOFF..damnit!
Some scantily clad woman wearing a red dress that leaves little to the imagination walks up to Bullrush.
Woman: Normally I charge ten dollars, but for you, I'll only charge five.
Bullrush gets a disgusted look on his face as he storms off, looking for Jack Mehoff. The camera goes to a dressing room, where Jack Mehoff and his girls are standing by a monitor, watching what just happened. Kelly Goodhead is laughing her head off, while Jack, Meso Horney and Mallory Cocks all have distressed looks on their faces.
Kelly: Oh man, you're right Jack that was hilarious.
Jack: NO IT'S NOT. GET YOUR SHIT, WE HAVE TO LEAVE NOW.
Kelly: What's wrong Jack, I thought you didn't like Bullrush, and were always saying stuff to mess with him.
Jack: Yeah, I don't like the guy, but I never wanted to piss him off to the point where he'd want to kick my ass. I'm leaving in two minutes, if you aren't there or he finds you, you're on your own.
Standard Match
Bullrush vs Rayne Young
Suddenly, "Bulls on Parade" hits the P.A. system, pyro shoots out from both sides of the entrance stage. Moments later Bullrush walks out onto the stage, glancing out the crowd before him. He then cracks his neck and walks toward the ring, with a look of determination on his face. The ring bell sounds three times calling for everyone's attention.
Jacob DeSanto: Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is scheduled for one fall to the finish! Making his way to the first by way of Pensacola, Florida. BULLRUSH!!!
As he enters the ring, he only prepares for the upcoming match, paying no attention to the fan base, or referee. His music begins to fade when "Untouchable" by DMX. erupts through the Sound System, sending the crowd into a mixed reaction. As a dark mood engulfs the arena and blue strobes light, enligthen the arena ever so slightly.
Jacob DeSanto: And his opponent, from Brixton, England. The Enigma, Rayne Young!!!
Finally he walks through the curtains, hoodie covering his face. Blue strobe lights following his every movement as he walks to the ring, slowly but surely he climbs the steps and enters the ring via the middle rope and pulls his hoodie down as the referee signals for the match bell calling for action.
Ryde Rass: I'll tell you what David, if I was a betting man, and I am. I just don't see how you could go wrong when you put your money down on J.D. Mohr.
David Wright: That's right. Bullrush with an impressive debut victory last week over Tyrese West to kick his PDW career off with a bang.
Ryde Rass: And with a bang is how this match has started off tonight!
Both men clash in the center of the ring with a collar and elbow tie up. Bullrush being the larger of the two is quick to overpower Young and drive him back into a corner. T.C. is right there administering a five count as a warning for Bullrush to break the hold. He does and steps back when Rayne nails him with a double thrust judo chop to the throat. Bullrush doubles over and Rayne hits him with a hard spinning Gutwrench Suplex.
David Wright: What a big suplex there by Young and he is not hesitating in going for the pin with the match barely underway!
Ryde Rass: ...1...2...
David Wright: And Bullrush kicks out with authority!
Both men move back to their feet, Rayne is the aggressor, hitting Bullrush with a high knee llift and a swinging neckbreaker. He pins but Bullrush kicks out just as quickly as he did the first time he was on his back. As they move to their feet again, Rayne cninches in tight for a belly to belly but is overpowered by Bullrush! The big man hits an overhead belly to belly release suplex that flips Rayne in mid air and brings the crowd to their feet!
Ryde Rass: Big time reversal there by the big man!
David Wright: Bullrush looks like he is taking control!
He is on Rayne quickly, pulling him up to his feet before backing him into the ropes and sending him for the ride with an Irish Whip. Rayne hits the ropes hard and is then caught and lifted up oiver Bullrush's head for a simply spine tingling Spinebuster. Quickly, he was up onto the middle rope measuring Young. Bullrush leaped and hit Rayne with a brutal legdrop, with his leg across Young's throat, he pointed down to it and demanded a count from the referee.
Ryde Rass: That's one...two...
David Wright: Rayne Young kicking out at the last possible second after that devastating triple combo by Bullrush!
Ryde Rass: That was simply a vicious Spinebuster! can we see that again?
The screen splits, showing live action and a replay of the Spinebuster. As they make it up to their feet, Bullrush attempts a Spear but Rayne side steps him, narrowly avoiding being cut in half. He shoves Bullrush violently through the ropes where the big man's shoulder connects with the ring post. He cinches in around Bullrush's waist, pulling him back out and to his feet where he nailed a belly to back suplex. Rayne held on. He pulled Bullrush back up and went for a backbreaker, but could oinly manage to pull off a sidewalk slam on the bigger man. Then Rayne went up top, signalling to the crowd that it was time for the "Afterburner".
David Wright: Could Bullrush be finished right there in the middle of the ring?
Ryde Rass: Rayne is looking for that five star frog splash of his!
Rayne leaped, and at the last possible second, Bullrush lifted a boot and caught him square on the point of the chin! Rayne fell backwards like he'd been shot and Bullrush somehow managed to nip up!
David Wright: Did you see that? What a display of atheleticism by Bullrush!
Ryde Rass: And now he is the one measuring Rayne!
Bullrush stalks Rayne, crouched low and with both arms out wide ready to move in any direction. As Rayne stood, Bullrush attacked, lefting Young into a torture rack!
David Wright: Could this be The Onslaught?
Ryde Rass: It will be if Rayne doesn't tap!
Bullrush bounced Rayne on his shoulders, wrenching out the lower back. T.C. asked again and again for a submission but Rayne simply would not quit! Finally, Bullrush heaved him off of his shoulders with a devastating F-5!
David Wright: THE ONSLAUGHT!!!
Ryde Rass: This is it! Bullrush has a leg hooked! ...1...2...3!!!
Immediately, T.C. called for the bell.
Jacob DeSanto: And you winner by pinfall...BULLRUSH!!!
As the referee raises Bullrush’s hand in victory, “Untouchable” by DMX begins to play. The camera swings to the entrance ramp, and out from the back come Luke Wolf and Romeo.
David Wright: What are they doing down here?
Ryde Rass: Luke said this thing between him and Bullrush wasn’t over. Maybe he’s come here to take care of business.
Luke and Romeo make their way down to the ring, and then slide in. Bullrush never takes his eyes off Luke as the two men walk over and help Rayne to his feet. Luke pulls a mic out from his trenchcoat.
Luke: Bullrush, I’m here to let you know that tonight, you made the biggest mistake of your career. I came to PDW with no intention of competing, I only wanted to help out Rayne and Romeo here. But then, you had to PISS ME OFF! So now, you had better be ready for the fight of your life.
Bullrush walks up to Luke, and the two men star each other down. Bullrush just laughs in Luke’s face, and then goes for a right hand….but Luke drops the mic and blocks it! He connects with a right of his own, then another, and another. As Bullrush staggers back, Luke lunges and connects with a superkick to Bullrush’s jaw, knocking him to the ground out cold! As Luke stands over him, Romeo hands him the mic again.
Luke: Say hello to Hype Inc. And when I say we’re untouchable, you can BELIEVE THE HYPE!!
With that, Luke drops the mic as “Untouchable” by DMX begins to play once again.
- H . B . I . C . -
Shara: Damn, girl! You scared the hell outta me. I didn’t know you was gonna be here.
We now see the camera move around to show the face of returning PDW co-owner, Star. She stands in a pair of tight dark blue lowriders and a cropped white wife beater with “Who needs big tits…” on the front in black letters. In one hand, she has a rolled up magazine. She walks futher into the room and the camera displays on the back of her shirt “…when you have an ass like this.”
Shara: I’ve been calling your ass nonstop all week! I need to tell you something. I saw...
Star holds her hand up, cutting off her cousin’s words as she glares at Amaryllis. Star slowly opens the magazine and begins to read.
Star: But if Star can capture so many hearts…why the hell can’t she keep a man?
The look on the columnist’s face suddenly turns to one of terror.
Amaryllis: Look, Star. I can explain…
Star: Seriously. I know I’m not the only person wondering about this.
Amaryllis: Star, wait.
She begins slowly backing up, holding her hands out in front of her as Star advances until Amaryllis has her back pressed against the wall.
Star: At one point the girl never even had a date for like two years straight. Now in the last six months alone…
Amaryllis: Hold on!
Star: … she’s gone through three damn relationships. None of them lasted longer than two months. Damn…
Amaryllis stares at Star as Star just stares right back. The two stand with their gazes locked before Star suddenly bursts into laughter. Amaryllis continues to look on in nervous confusion. Star keeps right on laughing until Amaryllis begins to join in, but out of nowhere, Star palms her ex-manager’s face and slams the back of her head into the wall so hard that it creates a dent. Her eyes cross and she slowly slides to the floor, completely knocked out. Star then casually turns to Shara as if nothing had ever happened.
Star: Get out of my chair, please. And get someone to clean this mess up for me. I have some shit to do tonight. A whole lot of shit, actually.
Shara hesitates for a moment before lifting herself out of the chair as the scene cuts away.
- Gauntlet Girls -
The scene suddenly cuts away and
shows
KibbyD walking down the hallway. From out of nowhere behind
her, Kalie Moore comes running. She takes KibbyD down from behind with
a bulldog. She turns Kibby over and stomps on her a few times in the
stomach. She then gets down close to Kibby's face.
Kalie Moore: This
is what I learned.
Kalie
then reaches over where her skateboard is. She had dropped it when she
seen KibbyD a bit ago. She stands up and brings her skateboard down on
Kibby's face. She keeps doing that a few times till there is blood
coming out of Kibby's mouth and nose. Kalie stands over her laughing.
Kalie Moore: I
think you need to go learn some more.
Kalie looks at her
skateboard and shrugs her sholders.
Kalie Moore:
Damn, now I have to go clean my skateboard.
Kalie walks off leaving
Kibby laying there in her own blood. We cut backstage to the locker
room of Kirsta Lewis, who is sitting in
a chair lacing up one of her boots, her long hair has been braided to
prevent being thrown around the ring by her hair, she also has it
pinned tightly to her head. Kirsta seems to be alone in the room when
the door opens, Walking though the door is a fiery looking redhead who
stands about 5’7. She walks in and closes the door behind her.
Megan:
I was just checking this place out a bit, They got a pretty nice thing
going on here. The talent here looks pretty good too.
Kirsta:
Yeah, I’m happy here. Haven’t been in some time but
at least here in PDW I am actually getting some competition.
She stops lacing up her
boot to look Megan in the face.
Kirsta:
So if you like it so much around here why don’t you come out
of
retirement and lace them boots back up yourself. This is kind of nice
you and me together again talking like this before a big match. I
missed it you know.
Megan: Oh no
you don’t missy. You ask me
here to try to coax me to get my ass back in the ring didn’t
you? Just
because I said I like this little hook up does not mean I’m
ready to
spill blood in the ring again.
Kirsta: Oh
ok. What if I told you
that someone from the past was here would you change your mind. I know
how you love tormenting the guys Megs.
Megan: Oh
just who is here that I might want to terrorize.
Kirsta:
Do you remember Snake Ridge? The guy you beat for the Banned
Championship or the many times you beat him senseless with my help of
course. Well his friend who we also had a few run ins is here too. Jack
Meoff ring any bells?
Megan: That
god awful sleaze ball who
thinks he’s god gift. The film producer if you want to give
him that
much credit? That Jack Mehoff?
Kirsta looks at her
smiling and goes back to finishing lacing her boot as she cocks her
head in Megan’s direction.
Kirsta: One
and the same Megs.
Megan get a smirk on her
face but remains silent, pondering the possibilities as we go back to
ringside.
Rising Star Gauntlet Match
Kalie Moore vs Priest vs Justin Marsten vs Jack Mehoff vs Timmy D vs Kibby D vs Danika Wells vs Ciara La’Shae vs Kirsta Lewis
Jacob DeSanto: The following match is scheduled to be for the "Rising Star Championship" and is scheduled to be a "Gaunglet Match" Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York. Coming in on a weight of 130 pounds...she is Ciara...La'Shae!!
"Whuteva" By Remy Ma plays through the speakers of the arena, Ciara makes her way from the backstage area wearing a pair of playboy boy shorts, a cut up t-shirt and some boots. She walks down the ramp way playing to the crowd and then she slides inside the ring.
Ryde Rass: Well, this match should be interesting.
David Wright: After Carliee mystiriously decided to take time off and drop the title that she won a couple of weeks ago from Kibby D, we're scheduled to crown a new Rising Star Champion tonight.
Ryde Rass: And I can't wait.
Jacob DeSanto: Coming out second, from Loudoun County, VA. On a weight of 259 pounds..he is...Justin Marsten!!!
The lights in the arena dim down low. Flashes from cameras fill the arena. The intro to Bad Boys by Inner Circle fills the venue. Fire shoots up from the trunbuckles as the singer says "huh." The lights in the arena go back to normal. The fire on the turnbuckles dies down. Justin Marsten steps out on to the stage. He stands on the stage looking at the corwd as they boo him. He gives them the finger and walks down to the ring. As he walks down the ramp he continues to show his "respect" for the crowd. He reaches the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He gets up and and stands in the middle of the ring looking around at the crowd. He raises his left arm with a closed fist and brings it down in a hurry. Fire shoots up from the turnbuckles again. When they die down the music fades. Marsten is left standing in the ring still being boo'ed by the crowd.
Ciara and Justin lock up, with Ciara taking the advatange first. She ges in a Fisherman suplex sending Justin down to the ground where she quickly starts to apply a leg choke. she does this for a couple of seconds before he manages to free himself from her legs. Once up again, Ciara sidesteps a clothelsine from Justin and jabs her fist to his ribs and then nails him with a Spike DDT. She quickly mounts him down and starts develiring some jabs and slaps across his face before he flips her over his shoulder. Ciara lands on her back and Justin gets up quickly, he starts to ram his boot on her head and her body, but out of knowhere Ciara lowblow's him down. She then swing herself toward the ropes and comes back with an aggresive Shinning Wizard right on the head of Justin..she covers him....one...two...three...Ciara has ELIMINATED Justin.
Ryde Rass: Damn, she nearly took it right of Dave..Ciara is dangerous.
David Wright: Let's see who's coming out now.
"Get the Party Started" hits the pa system as Kalie Moore comes out on her skateboard. She then shreds down the ramp to the ring. She then stops it and sets it by the stairs. She gets on the apron and flips into the ring. Right off the back Ciara tackles her down with punches and slamming her head down the mat hard. But Kalie starts to get in some hits as well, finally though T.C manages to get both females to let go of the hold. Kalie gets in a stiff kick into Ciara's side and then rakes her eyes, following that she sends her to the corner post quickly nailing a Monkey flip. Ciara lands in the other corner hard and takes to her back, but Kalie comes flying with a lariat and then another, Ciara looks dazed now and Kalie nails in a kick to her face, she goes to the ropes and comes back with a clothesline and then raises her to her feet, Ciara goes to attack and Kalie catches her with an uppercut then a chop block on her breast, Ciara takes hold of them but Kalie swings at her with a punch then gets in a snap suplex, although she doesn't let go of her and gets up with her still in the same possition, and gets her Three Amigos finally turning it into a pin...
One...
..two...
three...Kalie has eliminated Ciara. "Niggas know" By Meek Mill plays over the pa system and timmy steps out on stage dressed in a black tank top, black boxing shorts, black boots laced to the top, and a black bandana tied around his head. He walks down the ramp making a letter T with his arms. He then slides under the bottom rope, right off the bat though Kalie dives at him sending him crashing to the outside floor. Kalie looks down at Timmy D, and flips over the top rope into a Diving plancha right on top of Timmy D. Kalie now takes Timmy to his feet and swings him to the barricade, she drives her knees to his midsection following that and then punches him on the face. Kalie once again goes to swing him to the other barricade but Timmy manages to flip it around and sends her crashing to them. following that Timmy takes Kalie and slams her head down to the steel steps nearly busting her head wide open. Kalie holds to her head as Timmy roughly makes her enter the ring, he swings her to the ropes and then comes off flying with a front dropkick right on her face. Timmy then gets in a falcon's arrow and follows it with a snap legdrop right on her neck, Kalie takes to her neck as her entire wind was knocked out of her but Timmy grabs her hair hard and then places over his shoulders planting her with the "Timmy Death drop-death valley driver...he covers her...
One...two..
..three...Timmy D just eliminated Kalie..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.
Ryde Rass: Boy..things about to get scary with this man, and you know he mad cause Timmy gone done and fucked up his baby Kalie.
David Wright: You know that's right.
Ryde Rass: Dave..shut up!
Timmy D stares down at Priest trying to get a feel of what he's going to do, he runs to him slamming his feet down with a dropkick to the knee and Priest goes down, Timmy D then runs to the ropes and coming back with a rolling thunder landing right on Priest. but Priest before he attempted to cover him sends him flying to the other side, Priest quickly gets to his feet and gets a massive uppercut to Timmy D, following that he punches him square in the face and then headbutts him down. Timmy D though gets back to his feet and starts to deliver some punches of his own, but Priest takes hold of his neck and sends him to the corner post, following that he nails in sime kicks and jabs to the neck before placing him on the top rope. Priest then takes to his neck while climbing in to the second ropes looking to plant him with a Flying Chokeslam, but Timmy D reverses it into a Tornado DDT shaking the ring in the process...he goes for the cover, but Priest gets to his feet and grabs on to his neck switching it into a "Priest Driver"...He covers...
One...two..
Three....Priest eliminates Timmy D. "Turn It Up" By Paris Hilton plays and KibbyD steps from behind the stage curtains wearing Daisy Dukes bottoms a Plaid Halter top some Cowgirl boots and Elbow pads. She flips her long blonde hair with her left hand as she holds her dog Daisy with her right hand. The ditzy KibbyD blows kisses to the fans and begins to walk down the ramp while tagging the fans of her hands along the way. When she reaches the ring she slowly walks up the steel ring steps and makes her way onto the ring apron. KibbyD holds onto the ring ropes then swings her hair and very slowly stepping under the middle rope. KibbyD then prances around the ring blowing kiss and then exit the ring to hand Daisy over to the time keeper and enter back into the ring where Priest takes to her neck quickly and chokeslams her down.
Ryde Rass: Oh my poor Kibby...Hang in there Kibby.
David Wright: Are you going to go help her out?
Ryde Rass: Do I look like I wanna die?
Priest now picks up Kibby D by the neck once again and tosses her around to the other side like if she was a rag doll. now coming out of it she starts crawling to the corner begging at Priest not to harm her, but he was coming slowly toward her like if she was his meal, but Kibby D was smart enough to slide under his legs and goes to the other side of the ring. Priest looks pist and goes right after her again, but then she starts running all over the place like a mad woman using her speed to tire down Priest. Kibby D runs on top of the top turnbuckle and goes for a Kandicanrana, but Priest holds on to her legs attempting to slam her down to the mat with a Powerbomb and you can see that Kibby D was trying her hardest to wiggle free and flip herself around, but Priest Wouldn't budge. but then Daisy D coming in the ring and pee's on Priest's leg and as he looks down at the pet dog, Kibby flips herself over into a roll up for the 1..2..3...Kibby D eliminated Priest via help of Daisy D.
Ryde Rass: See, I knew she was going to win this!
David Wright: I'm just happy the dog wasn't kicked by Priest.
"Ladies and Gentlemen" Blasts throughout the sound system and out walks Danika Wells, but she doesn't wait any time and rushes toward the ring tackling down Kibby D, she then picks her up by the neck and pushes her all the way to the turnbuckles where she starts ramming her head down on them roughly, Kibby D's head connects each time with the turnbuckles until Danika uppercuts her, then she motions herself on the top rope swinging in with a Tornado DDT off them. Kibby D takes to her head while she gets up and tries to escape the ring, but Danika grabs to her shorts and brings her back inside Kibby though turns around with a slap which Danika ended up ducking it and then rams her knee into her stomach, Kibby D holds her midsection from the pain and then Danika grabs to her head and gets in a Bulldog driving her head down hard..she goes for the cover..
One...
...two...
thre...but Kibby D kicks out of it, Danika then mounts her down making Kibby's head bounce up and down on the mat floor quite hard, until Kibby D flips her over and gets on her now starting to slam her head up and down on the mat floor. Kibby D then picks up Danika with rage in her eyes and slaps her across the face she then snaps her hair down to the mat floor. Danika gets to her feet again and Kibby D elbows her on the face and then chop blocks her, she gets an Arm drag and a snap suplex before rasing Danika to her feet. Danika though elbows her on the face and then boots her in the midsection she goes to run to the ropes but out of nowhere Kibby D nails her with her "One Night Stand"...she covers her....One...two...three...Kibby D just eliminated Danika!
Ryde Rass: I think Kibby D might win this..she might actually pull the upset on this one.
David Wright: I wouldn't count out the others just yet.
The arena lights go down as "Animal" by Nickleback pipes though the arena's PA system. There is a loud thundering roar as a huge Harley appears at the entrance. It stops as its engine roars even louder. Kirsta Lewis appears dressed all in black leather and a motorcycle helmet, covering her head. As the music stops, the engine roars and she rides the bike down to the ringside area. Circling the ring three times before it stops and is turned off. Kirsta slides off the bike and pushes the kick stand down. Looking around the arena and walking over to the ring steps, mounting them slowly sliding though the ring ropes. Kirsta quickly glances over Kibby D and both girls have a quick stare down before locking up. Kirsta gets the upper hand, she twists her arm and grabs Kibby's hair with the other then she uses her leg to trip Kibby D down to the floor. Next, Kirsta mounts her with punches to the face before she starts to choke her with both hands. After nearly having choked her out, Kirsta raises a groggy Kibby D and gets a Hip toss..Kibby D falls to the other side and quickly gets to her feet going to the turnbuckle with Kirsta on her trail, turning her around she pokes her on the eye and places her on the top rope, but Kibby D kicks her back and leaps from the with a High cross body which Kirsta managed to duck,and Kibby connected with the mat floor now groggily getting off the ground Kirsta awaits on her corner and once Kibby D gets fully up turning around to meet her gaze Kirsta nails her with the "Hell's Bitch Kick" nearly taking her head off..she covers her...
One..
..two...three...Kirsta eliminated Kibby D. Kirsta awaits for the next opponent
Great Gate of Kiev (Jerry Lawlers theme for those of you uneducated in classical music) starts to play over the sound system and out of the entrance comes a white horse dragging behind it a lavishly decorated chariot that looks straight out of Roman times. Riding the chariot are Jack Mehoff and his girls Mallory Cocks, Meso Horney and Kelly Goodhead, all of them wearing togas and cockily waving to the fans as the horse pulls them toward the ring.
Ryde Rass: Ok, why is Jack Mehoff coming out here wearing a toga?
David Wright: Well, obviously he's trying to promote his latest movie, which I'm not going to give a cheap plug to. That or he just got back from a college toga party.
Ryde Rass: You're joking about that right? Jack doesn't really go after college girls right?
David Wright: No I'm not making this up. I heard that the reason he wasn't around last week was because he was on spring break trying to pick up girls there. This guy never stops.
The horse makes it down the isle and comes to a stop. Jack and his girls climb off the chariot and walk around the ringside area, while several fans yell various things at them. They ignore the fans until they come across a fan in the front row who is dressed to look like Jesus Christ, and holding a sign that says "Hey Jack, your girls are giving me a resERECTION"
Ryde Rass: Why is there a fan dressed like Jesus Christ?
David Wright: Some people will do anything for attention. And if you think that's bad, I saw a fan that was dressed like the Easter Bunny somewhere in the crowd.
Jack grabs the mic from the time keeper at ringside.
Jack: First of all pal, I hate to break it to you, but my girls don't date Jews.
The Jesus impersonator laughs a bit.
David Wright: Somehow, I think a seven second delay isn't going to be long enough tonight.
Jack: You know, before I step into the ring and start kicking ass, there is a very important announcement that I need to make right here. Now I know that everywhere I go, people have been asking me something, and I am here right now to give all those people an answer. This Tuesday, marks a historic event in the world of entertainment, because this Tuesday, Jack Mehoffs 301 hits stores. All you fans in this arena and those of you watching at home, can buy a video that sees me get it on with more hot chicks than every guy in this arena combined.
Jack drops the mic and slides into the ring to a chorus of boos. Right off the bat Jack blows Kirsta with a haymaker sending her down to the mat floor. Jack smiles and then picks up Kirsta by the hair and tosses her back down, he plays with her by snuffing her head before he starts to kick her with fury all over her body. Kirsta tries to block the kicks, but Jack was relentless with his attacks he bends down and jams a punch right in the face before taking her by the hair and picking up again, her nails two haymakers on Kirsta and then plants her down with a T-bone suplex. Jack celebrates up in the ramp getting the crowd heated as he does this while Kirsta is out cold on the floor, Jack now looks down at Kirsta and takes her from behind punching her right on the ass with a move her calls "Donkey Punch" Kirsta holds her butt in pain and gets in fetal possition before Jack raises her up he goes for a clothesline, but Kirsta bends down getting in a Lowblow on Jack...
Ryde Rass: I hope he wasn't planning on reproducing!
David Wright: That's going to put a damper on his night.
Kirsta now punches Jack on the face and then swings him to the ropes, she connects with a boot to the midsection and then a Spike DDT jamming the head of Jack down hard..she covers..One..two..thre..Jack raises his shoulders up, but Kirsta goes right back to work on him punching him and elbowing him in the face a couple of times. then she uses her nails to rake his eyes quickly climbing the top of the turnbuckles, she leaps and connects with a missille dropkick on the back of the head of Jack who goes down. Outside the ring though, in the first row, a bit of commotion is going on. The camera changes and from it looks like a fan wearing a pink Easter Bunny costume has attacked the fan who is dressed like Jesus.
David Wright: What the hell's going on here?
Ryde Rass: Well, it looks to me like these two got tired of sharing the same holiday.
Jesus fires back with punches on the Easter Bunny. Security jumps the guard rail and tries to separate the two of them. Everyone in the ring stop what they are doing and turn their attention to the fight going on in the crowd. Jesus grabs one of the Easter Bunnies ears and twists it. The Easter Bunny starts screaming and pain. In the ring, Jack sneaks up behind Kirsta and hits her again with the Donkey Punch.
David Wright: Cheap shot by Jack Mehoff.
Ryde Rass: Was that all a set up? Jack didn't seem surprised at all by those two goofs fighting in the front row.
Jack now picks up Kirsta he gets in a massive uppercut sending Kirsta stumbling backwards, but she quickly comes back with a clothesline which he ends up ducking getting right behind her then using his finisher the "Load Blower" to take her out...he covers her...
One...
..two...
thre...eee Jack Mehoff gets to his feet smiling down at Kirsta.
Jacob DeSanto: Here is your winner..and the new Rising Star Champion...JACK MEHOFF!!!
T.C raises Jack's hand up on the air as he celebrates all over the ring, but then coming out from the audience is a man with a bat in his hand. but Jack didn't even notice him coming inside until it was too late, this man known as Gabriel Roken relentlessly drives the bat into the ribs of Jack then raises it up on the air to nail him right on his backside, Jack goes down to his knees and once again Gabriel jams the bat on his backside. Jack blacks out from the attack and Gabriel procedes to pick him up on the air before dispossing of him from the top rope, Gabriel then picks up the Rising Star belt and just looks at it before dropping it back down to head to the back.
As the time gets closer to Kindred's match, London is in his room, alone, for what can be considered as "rare". Carliee would usually be in their prepping him up, but seemingly, alot has been happening. As London finishes his tying of his laces, a knock is heard at the door.
Kindred London: Open .... It's Open!
Acknowledging the voice behind the door, the desolate visitor positions his hand upon the door knob, contorting it in a counter-clock wise motion. Impelling the door away from his body, the unknown guest jaunted inside of London’s room with an ablazed smile drawn across his face.
Kindred London: Umm .... who are you?
London looked at the guy with a wide but questioned look, as he didn't seem familiar in the eyes of London.
???: You can't tell? It's me brah!
The voice sounded familiar, but the look didn't. London stood up, getting up, stepping forward a mere inch, looking closer, as a small light popped on in his head.
Kindred London: David ... David Lee, is that you? Wait, hell nah, that's not David Lee ...
David Lee: Yeah, it's me - in the flesh!
Kindred London: Bullshit! You're not David Lee. I know what David Lee looks like, he always wore that red and black bandana and corn rolls. You're not David, man.
David Lee: K'lo, it's me - trust me. This is just my new look
Looking closer and closer, the guy claiming to be David Lee, was in fact, David Lee. With a shock look on his face, London looks at David.
Kindred London: Damn, it is you! So where you been bro?
David Lee: Shit brah, the question is where I haven't been. I've been on the road with my band, Harry Hart Miscarriage. I've also been doing some work in the indy scene, adding even more names to the list of promotions I've worked for
Kindred London: So wait, Mr. David Lee, God's Favorite, you're a rap artist now? Damn bro, seems like you've been doing it pretty big ...
David Lee: Nah, not rap. Punk rock.
The words "punk rock" echoed well through his ears. London scratched his forehead slightly, not believing what he was saying at one point of this convo.
Kindred London: A rock band, punk rock. Damn, you're not emo and shit are ya? I mean, you don't go jumping around, making mosh pit gravy, and basically screaming your lungs out, like a runaway jailbird, huh?
David couldn’t help but to laugh towards London’s moronic remark. So many times, he has heard people of his race make the same ignorant reply. Why did his people have to be so dense?
David Lee: Nah ,it's not even like that brah. I'm just the drummer of the band. I don't do any of that crazy-ass, white boy, shit. I just have love and appreciation for the music, that's all.
Kindred London: I'm not downing you homie. I wanna see you get down some day on the drums. I'm sure you can beat those drums like you used to kick that ass in the ring ...
London had tied on his black du-rag, as he looked in the mirror, while talking to David Lee
David Lee: Good, I'm glad you feel that why. Also, I would like for you to meet someone...
Kindred London: Lauren ... how is she? She's here?
David Lee: Lauren? Nah, her and I had been fallen out with each other. I'm with another girl now...
David sticks his head out the frame of the door, obviously gesturing somebody to come on in. Without dawdling, a young, beautiful, women walked into the room. Curves in all the right places, appealing in every way possible. The young woman accorded a sexy, but classy, aurora that would conceive jealousy throughout the minds of any woman - and would steal the hearts of any man. The woman was the woman was the total package
David Lee: K'lo, this is Giselle. Giselle, this is K'lo.
Giselle forges a smile as she stakes her arm towards London - abridging for a handshake.
Giselle Monteiro: Hi Kindred, I've heard so much about you!
London looks at what David brought in. Not amused with what he see's due to him having the hottest girl in the world, well once did, that is for now. London looked at David with a sort of laughter, as he shook his head.
Kindred London: Wow David ... Not to sound rude, but I didn't know you do white chicks bro .... that's uh ... something of a new experiment you're working with or such.
Astounded by London’s unmannered spite towards her, Giselle mouth dropped to the floor - not knowing whether to smack London across the face, or to just flat-out beat his ass. Giselle lunged forward, willing and ready to protect her dignity. Luckily, David was there to stop the madness. Wrapping his around Giselle’s waist, Lee lugged her to the other side of the room - attempting to create a barrier between Giselle and London
David Lee: What the fuck London!? What’s your deal?!
Kindred London: What? It was just new to the scene. It was nothing seriously intended. I said I wasn't trying to be rude, ... duh ...
London finished tying his du-rag, getting a look through the mirror. He looked back at David and his girl, Giselle. London smirked a bit, before walking forwards to the door.
Kindred London: Just a damn joke, bro. You know, something to get you ready, bro. So yeah, come back to me when you get that "sense of humor" back.
Kindred smirked, following out the room as he looked at Giselle.
Kindred London: Nice meeting you, Giselle!
David Lee: Ya know what brah, whatever. I'm out. I'll see you when your through being such an asshole. Let's go babe.
With those parting words, Lee and Giselle take their leave. But, not before Giselle got in a few words...
Giselle Montiero: Fucking asswhipe...
The scene switches backstage
where Savon Sem is seen with the
ever-surprising Kindred London. London looked at Savon, as Savon looked
at him, before speaking into the microphone.
Kindred London: What's
good, baby girl?
Savon
Sem: Nothing much, but I'd like to catch your thoughts on
for you match
with Julian Dark for the glamorous title that is up in a few minutes.
London smiles as he
looks and begins to speak into the microphone.
Kindred
London: FINALLY! FINALLY! K-Lo gets the chance to grab
some platinum
gold here tonight in Philly. Tell me something. How long has Dark
defended that title of his. What, one or two times? He supposed to be
leading by example, all he has been is failure. Failure to PDW. As I
said, Dark is nowhere near the level of K-Lo tonight. The only thing
that is keeping Dark alive, is him being around Farah. Other than that,
he's nothing more. The kid doesn't belong here ...
Savon Sem nods her head
slightly.
Savon
Sem: Okay, so with the past few weeks, Carliee hasn't been
seen, and it
seems that you've worked great off of her not being at your side.
What's the deal?
Kindred just shakes his
head with a bit of laughter, as he walks off scene.
Savon Sem:
Well, ... uh, back to you guys ...
Glamorous Title Match
Kindred London vs Julian Dark
Jacob DeSanto: The following match is scheduled for one fall, And is for the "Glamerious Life Championship" Introducing first, the challenger..From Brooklyn, New York. Coming in on a weight of 228 pounds...he is...Kindred...London!!!
Lady Voice Whispers: Xtreme Productionz Proudly Brings To You
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. London comes out as blue sparks drop from above, showering over him as he poses as the crowd jeers and boo's him all at the same time.
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 walks down the ramp as usual, as he ignores the fans wanting of handshakes, as London gives a grin. London then hops 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 he flexes his muscles a bit before slouching into one of the far corners.
Ryde Rass: Well, this is one of the most anticipated matches of the night as it will finally be the title defense of the title after Julian won it for the first time.
David Wright: That's right Ryde, after the controversial circumstances of how he won it as well.
Ryde Rass: We know that he won it because Farah was there to lend him a helping hand, but now he is going to prove just how good he is.
"Take Me" by Papa Roach explodes through the P.A. System as multicolored pyro shoots up from the stage. The smoke from the pyro is so thick that it can't be seen through. However, as it begins to clear, the outline of Julian Dark can be seen. He waits a few minutes, listening to the fans, feeding off the energy they have created. Then he steps out of the smoke and raises his head, locking his sights on the ring. He makes his way down, drawing in the noise of the crowd and a small smile shows through his tough demeanor. He jumps onto the apron, grabs the top rope, and flips into the ring.
Both men circle each other trying to get a feel of how to start the match. they eye each other and get in closer to one another then all of a sudden the lights dim black and "One" By Metallica blast the speakers, and out walks Ash Bombay sporting a smile on his face as he stands on the ramp way. Kindred London just glances back at him demanding for him to leave, and this giving Julian an opportunity to start off the match, he drives his fist straight at the back of Kindred making him neal downward, then he takes his knee and jams it on his chin roughly. Kindred falls on his back now and Julian begins to quickly get in some boots to the back, he procedes to pick him up off the ground floor and Irish Whip him toward the ropes. Kindred comes back and gets nailed right in the face with a flapjack driving his face first down the mat hard. The crowd get in the match and Julian mounts Kindred, he nails him hard on the face with left and righ jabs connecting each time perfectly then he takes him to his feel and drives his boot in the midsection. Following the boot, Julian once again goes to send Kindred to the ropes, but Kindred manages to reverse it and sends Julian to them, Julian comes back and ducks the clothesline frome Kindred, he goes for another kick to the midsection but Kindred blocks that quickly letting go of the boot and nails Julian with a Buring Lariat nearly taking the head of Julian.
Ryde Rass: Damn!!
David Wright: He nearly took off his head with that move.
Ryde Rass: I know Farah must be worried after that one.
Kindred neals down now and applys the Head Vice on Julian, he does this with extreme pressure on the hold making Julian cough up and breathing heavily. After that he gets in a shoulder and drives it over the face of Julian proceding to pick him up off the ground floor, you can see that Julian was a bit daze after that and Kindred gets in a hard punch to the face before planting him down with a leg and Neck cradle life back-breaker. Julian's back connects hard on the mat floor and he begins to turn over around the mat floor from the pain. On the ramp way Ash still watches on the match from the inside, but Kindred keeps on working on Julian as he know's what's at stake right now. Kindred picks up Julian again, but Julian manages to get a quick Uppercut sending Kindred back. Julin then goes and grabs London by the head, as if attempting a bulldog, but run into the corner, flipping off the top turnbuckle rope to attempt his Slice Bread #2 trick, but London catches and holds him in front of him, as London runs quickly over into the other corner, as he goes and rams Dark's regions into the ring post, leaving Dark cringing in pain...Kindred goes for the cover..
Ryde Rass: He may have it!
One..
..two..
Thre...Julian gets his shoulders up right before. But Kindred now starts to nail him with hard first across the head, he has enough of that and takes Julian up from the floor, he swings him to the ropes and then gets in a flying neckbreaker. Julian's head has been taken a lot of punishement on this one and you can tell as he keeps on holding on to his neck. Kindred once again goes to Julian taking him by the collar of his shirt...and Julian gets in a small package pin...
One...
...two..
...Thre..Kindred kicks out of it, but Julian goes to work on him with the strength he had left. He gets in a kick to the ribs of Kindred and picks him off the ground floor. Some hard punches and kicks follow then following that Julian sends Kindred flying to the outside floor. Knocking London out for a bit with with an Asai moonsault on the outside. Julian goes to pick up London, as he chooses to throw him back into the ring. Dark stands in the corner, seemingly trying get behind the crowd. As he waits for London in the corner ropes, struggling to get up. London gets up, as Dark gets a start, as London turns around. Julian goes for his patented superkick, but with the keen vision of London. He ducks it as Dark goes off, London goes behind Dark and grabs a handful of his hair, wringing his neck, sending a hellacious neckbreaker to the neck and head of Julian Dark.
Ryde Rass: I think after this match Julian is going to need some serious neck surgery to recorver from that move.
David Wright: Kindred London has been fierce through out the match, and not like the start when Ash Bombay came out he has been focusing on the match at hand.
Ryde Rass: But I wouldn't discount on Ash, you never know what he may do tonight.
Kindred takes Julian up and connects with a Spike Piledrivering, and Julian's head connects with the mat floor hard. By now Julian is basically out cold from the match after all the punishement that he's been taking to the head. Kindred shoots a quick glance to Ash and points to him, then he looks at the groogy stated Julian and takes him over his shoulders..He stalls for a moment and then shoots a smile back to Ash before planting Julian with the "Out Of Order"...He gets the cover...
One....
two...Three!
Jacob DeSanto: Here is your winner and the new...Glamerous Life Champion...KINDRED LONDON!!!
After the match, London rolls out of the ring, as he goes under the ring, grabbing a bottle of spray paint. London rolls back into the ring, as he drops the can, seeing Julian trying to rise to his feet. London goes and grabs Julian Dark, as he sets him up in a fireman's carry, only to hold him there in position, raising back up with his inner power. London then goes and twirls Dark around a few times making him dizzy, as London reverses the motion quickly, doing a F-5, but instead of doing the F-5 fully, London drops and plants Julian's head into the canvas with raw authority, as Dark becomes flimsy like paper. London picks up the can of spray paint, rolling Julian onto his back, as London rips off Julian's shirt before shaking up the can As Julian is on his stomach, London vandalizes Julian as he sprays the word "Owned", but instead of normal spelling, it's spelled "OWN'D!". London smiles at his artwork, before kicking Dark in the guts, picking up the title, and leaving the ring.
Inside the spacious office of the GM, Shelly sits inside the Jacuzzi with a big haired, empty headed blonde with healthy double d’s. You can only see their bikini tops as Shelly pours a glass of champagne for her new friend.
Shelly: [To the blonde] You see Gorgeous, I’ve got five more bottles chilling on ice just for you and I after this bottle. You know what I was thinking we could do right now?
Blonde: Uhhh….I don’t know. What?
Shelly leans in and starts to whisper into her ear. The blonde begins to smile and giggle as Shelly cups her hand with water and slowly begins to massage it on the top of her playmates beautiful bronzed boobs. There just getting ready to start kissing when Arciela barges in.
Arciela: Shelly!!! Star’s outside and she wants to see you.
Shelly scoffs and rolls her eyes.
Shelly: Fine!!! Send her in!!!!
Star struts in giving Shelly a weird look. Shelly gives her one right back.
Shelly: What’s the matter with you??
Star: Do you realize that there’s a show going on right now while you’re sitting in here doing God knows what?
Shelly: Of course I know. I booked it Babe. Isn’t it great!!!
Star: Yeah….it’s fine. But do you really think this is appropriate? I mean, this office is supposed to be open for people to come in and request matches or air out issues and you’re sitting here with some chick who looks like the main attraction over at Fantasy’s Go Go Lounge.
Blonde: Ewwww. I dance at the Boobie Ranch thank you.
Shelly rolls her eyes and whispers over to her friend.
Shelly: Uh, let Shelly do her business….okay????
Shelly turns her attentions back to Star.
Shelly: Sweetheart, why do you think I had you build this Jacuzzi in here in the first place? This is strictly for entertaining. If someone needs to speak with me, then let them in. But when they’re done, they need to be gone!!!!
Star: Fine Shelly. Go ahead and play with your toys but in the end just help me take care of business…please!!!!
Shelly: Fine!!! Okay!!!! I gotcha!!! Now can I please continue my meeting here????
Star: By all means. Just make sure you know where she’s been Shelly.
Blonde: I’ve been to Miami and Las Vegas for the North American Pole Championships!!!
Star has a look on her face of disbelief.
Star: Uh---yeah. That’s great. Good luck you two!!!!
Star makes her exit as Shelly and her friend pick up where they left off.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
-Business over Bitches-
[Project Pat]
…Been led
leave 'em dead on the fuckin scene
Ballin out and the
steam'll make the getaway clean
I made a block then I
switched to the other ride
I'm still in shock cuz I
just did a homicide
I executed me some punks
that deserved it
They had a warrant for
they death so I served it
I gave them tricks a
little dose of they medicine
I bet them hoes man'll
never try that shit again
Harris walks inside of her office with a warm smile on his face. Amaya smiles at him and walks over to the radio and put the volume down. She walks over to Harris and give him a peck on the lips.
Harris: Hey babe.
Amaya:Sup?
Harris:Listen, no matter what happens out there…I’m still here for you.
Amaya:[Chuckles] Only one thing is going down….and that Farah.
Harris: I’m just letting you know. You never know what can happen.
Amaya: I’m straight. But thanks though.
Harris wraps his arms around her and kisses her on her forehead. Amaya smiles and give him another kiss but then pulls back.
Amaya:Sorry babe, I want to get a couple more punches in.
Harris sits on the couch and Amaya gets back towards the punching bag.
Harris: Powering up for the match, huh?
Amaya: Yeah fuck that hoe….I love beating this thing, makes me remember to get my focus on. That bitch ain’t go nothing on me but that loose two mile pussy of hers. I can run this business with out her ass. After this…[Amaya kisses her fist] I’m give her that permanent picture of her obsession with Star.
Harris starts to laugh.
Harris: She gonna hatttttttttttte you.
Amaya: [Grins] I know right.
Notorious Destruction Title Match
Erik Harris vs Ash Bombay
Ryde Rass: Next up…Bombay and Harris….toe to toe for the Notorious Destruction title.
David Wright: This will be the second time Bombay is defending his title.
Ryde Rass: At this point nobody can guess what is going to go down.
David Wright: I heard from an unknown source that Bombay is determined to make Notorious Destruction the most prestigious belt in the company!
Ryde Rass: And he’s done that so far, but as always Harris still comes back full force. No matter how many times winning is not on his side.
Jacob DeSanto: Please welcome your Notorious Destruction Champion…..Ash Bombay!
"One" by Metallica blares through out the arena as the lights go dark. Blue strobe lights fill the entranceway.
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 let’s loose a bellowing war cry! Snarling at his foe, Bombay brings up his fists, ready for battle.
Jacob DeSanto: Facing him tonight….please welcome out, 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. Metalingus (Edge Remix) by Alter Bridge then begins as the crowd begins to jump to their feet awaiting the arrival of Erik Harris.
"On This Day, I See Clearly, Everything Has Come To Life, A Bitter Place And A Broken Dream, And We'll Leave It All Behind"
Erik Harris is then seen standing straight above the light coming up from underneath the entranceway with smoke coming out of the entrance and from underneath the ramp. The smoke is almost so heavy, we can barely see Harris. Harris then appears wearing a black Mountain Dew sleeveless shirt and a pair of black army style cargo pants and carrying a Mountain Dew Bottle. He takes a drink from the bottle before tossing it to the side.
As the music continues to blare throughout the arena, the lights begin to flash into a strobe throughout the arena. Harris then begins making his way down the ramp. As he is walking down the ramp, he reaches out and tags the hands of fans. 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 walks over to the ring steps. He then jumps for a moment before dashing up the steps. He then walks along the ring apron before turning his face to the crowd. He raises his arm and the crowd explodes louder. He then climbs through the ropes. The spotlight follows him to the corner post as he climbs onto the second rope. Harris then raises his arm again and the crowd cheers.
He then climbs down and walks over to the middle of the ropes. He then puts one foot on the bottom rope and his knee on the second rope. He then raises his arm into the air as the spotlight turns off and the lights in the arena then come back on. Harris then removes his Mountain Dew shirt and reveals a black beater.
Ryde Rass: Damn that man can’t get enough of mountain dew!
David Wright: That what makes him, him though.
Bombay smirks at Harris. With every moment ticking by fast, Bombay moves quickly. He positions himself against the ropes and forces his body to move towards Harris. Seconds later, Harris is hit by Bombay’s Heaven’s crucible and send staggering backwards. Just before Harris hits the ropes with his back, Bombay proceeds towards him and executes a head and arm supplex and Harris pummels to mat. Bombay whips around but Harris rolls away and hops to his feet.
Bombay moves his way towards Harris. They both keep their eyes on each other and then lock up. Moving back and forth, Harris gains control but not for long as Bombay whips him around and executes a belly to back supplex, sending Harris straight to the mat. Bombay steps back and kicks Harris. Harris gets to his feet.
Ryde Rass: Bombay is taunting him.
David Wright: Oh boy….I bet this is going to get ugly.
Once Harris gets to his feet, Bombay grabs him from behind by the arms. He then spins them so that his Harris’ head is behind his back. Bombay then drops down, driving his Harris’ head first into the mat. With Harris laying motionless, Bombay covers and goes for the pin.
One…
Two….
Harris kicks out. As Bombay makes his way to get to his feet, Harris leans his body back and kicks Bombay in the chin. Bombay staggers backward with a surprised expression. Harris grabs the ropes and stands back up. He runs towards Bombay and spears him to the turnbuckle. Harris grabs Bombay by his neck and hoists him up in the air and drops him back into the mat.
David Wright: Someone is upset.
Ryde Rass: It’s only a matter of time that they rip each other head off.
David Wright: NOTORIOUS DESTRUCTION, WOOT!
Ryde Rass: Chill man.
Harris waste no time and executes Darkness falls right above Bombay. Bombay’s body jerks and Harris rolls off. Harris picks Bombay back up and throws him against the ropes. Bombay tries to get his balance and Harris hits him with a Blackout. Bombay shakes his head. Harris with an angry expression on his face grabs Bombay by the hair and slams his face to his knee. The crowd goes insane. Harris drops Bombay on the mat.
Ryde Rass: Yo, Harris loves to slam someone on his knee.
David Wright: Well it certainly doesn’t tickle!
Harris executes an elbow drop right above Bombay but Bombay rolls around darts forward from his knees. Once Harris lands and sees Bombay got up, Harris grabs his ankle. Bombay trips and slams his head hard against the turnbuckle. Harris gets up and walks to the left side of Bombay who lies unconsciously. Harris nods and covers going for the pin.
One….
Two….
Thre….
Bombay kicks out!
Harris moves back quickly and Bombay takes a second but gets to his feet. He uses the turnbuckle and hoist himself up. Harris walks up a few steps and hits Bombay with Enziguri. Bombay’s body falls slightly on the turnbuckle. Bombay whips around and elbows Harris in the face. Harris takes a few steps back. Bombay now enrages spears Harris to the floor.
Harris fights him off and gets from underneath Bombay. Both Bombay and Harris lock up and pushes each other back and forth. Bombay shoves Harris back and throws a punch. Harris ducks from the hit and gets back up. Bombay then kicks Harris as hard as he could in the shins. Harris yells with pain.
Ryde Rass: Where is Bombay going?
David Wright: I have no clue.
Bombay slides out of the ring and grabs a chair. The crowd cheers. Harris frowns as Bombay re-approaches him. Bombay swing the chair but Harris ducks Bombay kicks Harris in the stomach and Harris falls. Bombay proceeds and slams the chair down above Harris’s head. Harris lays out and Bombay drops the chair. He flips Harris over and go for the pin.
One…
Two…
Harris gets a shoulder up. Frustrated, Bombay begins to get up. Harris, who is lying by the edge of the ring, sees something that catches his eye. Harris quickly snatches a crate on the table next to the ring. As he gets up, he strikes Bombay in the head with it. Breaking it into a million pieces, along with shiny silver thumbtacks falling everywhere.
Ryde Rass: Oh….there it is right there….expect blood!
David Wright: I think Bombay has a gashed from the box!
Bombay holds onto his face. Harris stands straight up and notices the thumbtacks on the floor. Pissed off, Bombay reaches down and grabs a handful of the thumbtacks and throws it at Harris. Harris gets out the way with seconds in time. Half the thumbtacks were gone from the ring. Harris who is keeping his eyes between the mat and Bombay…rushes over him and spears him against the ropes.
Harris gets a hold of him and executes a triple german supplex. Bombay goes to the floor. Harris grabs him from the floor and executes a triple vertical supplex. Bombay crashed to the floor and his calf falls on the remaining thumbtacks. Harris covers and goes for the pin.
One…
Two…
Thr….
Bombay kicks out but as he does that he slams his leg deepens into the thumbtacks. Harris hops off and Bombay yells in pain. He glares at Harris and spits out a blue mist. Harris staggers backwards rubbing his eyes. Bombay gets up and his legs is pricked with the thumbtacks causing him to bleed. Harris takes his shirt and rubs his face. Bombay peels the tacks from his leg and throws it outside the ring. He gets to the top rope and executes a g spot fantasy and Harris goes down to the mat. But Bombay doesn’t cover.
Ryde Rass: He has him right there!
David Wright: Harris can’t see…he could have just pinned him.
Bombay leaves him and climbs back the ropes. Just as he throws himself off. Harris focuses his eyes and rolls out of the way. Bombay crashes to the mat. Harris quickly scrambles up to his feet and rolls out of the ring as Bombay rolls around on the mat in pain. Harris lifts up the ring apron and digs underneath for a moment. After a few seconds, he pulls out a medium sized lead pipe and holds it above his head. The crowd roars loudly with approval, but then Harris just drops the pipe.
Ryde Rass: Boy is TRIPPIN.
Harris then reaches underneath and pulls out a folded up steel chair that has barbed wire wrapped all around it. The crowd explodes once more.
David Wright: You were saying?
Harris slides back into the ring at the very moment Bombay is climbing up to his feet. Harris stands up and positions himself directly behind Ash, the chair high above his head, ready to strike. Bombay slowly starts to turn around.
David Wright: Night Night Ash.
Ryde Rass: NO! Ash moved!
As Harris swung the chair, Ash was able to move out of the way, causing Harris to connect with nothing but the mat. Harris dropped the chair at the same time that Ash kicks him in the midsection. Bombay then wraps his arms around Erik's waist and lifts him high into the air over his head.
Ryde Rass: G-SPOT FANTASY!
David Wright: NO! HARRIS COUNTERED!
Harris wiggled himself free and fell to his feet behind Ash. As Bombay turned around, Harris hooked his face and brought Ash face down across the barbedwire chair with his version of the Diamond Cutter.
David Wright: PITCH BLACK! HARRIS JUST HIT BOMBAY WITH THE PITCH BLACK ONTO THAT BARBEDWIRE CHAIR!
Ryde Rass: Holy...shit! Look at Bombay! His face is all busted up! I can't even see his face with all that blood!
A weary Harris slowly rolls Bombay over onto his back and crawls over top of him as T.C slides into place.
ONE!
TWO!
.
.
THREE!
The bells sounds as the crowd erupts with cheers. Harris rolls off of As Bombay and slowly pulls himself up to his feet using the ropes.
David Wright: ERIK HARRIS HAS DONE IT! ERIK HARRIS IS THE NEW NOTORIOUS DESTRUCTION CHAMPION!
Ryde Rass: Well I'll be damned...
T.C. hands Erik Harris his new championship belt. Harris looks at it for a moment, before holding it high above his head. "Metalingus" continues to blare over the PA system as Harris rolls out of the ring. He holds the belt high above his head as he starts walking up the ramp. ABout half way up though, his music stops. Harris looks around for a moment, and then through the PA system we hear...
Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know..
We run it.. You know but you actin' like you don't know..
Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know..
Harris turns up towards the stage just as we see Kindred London and Jake Matthews step out onto the stage. They both have huge smirks on their face as they make their way down the ramp. Kindred has his newly won Glamorous Life title strapped securely around his waist. Jake is kind of sarcastically clapping his hands as they make their way towards Harris, who looks ready for a fight. As they both approach Harris, all 3 of them just look at each other for a moment. Harris drops his newly won championship to the ground and prepares himself.
Ryde Rass: Looks like Jake and Kindred about to kill 2 birds with one stone!
Jake and Kindred look at each other for a moment and then shrug. Jake reaches down and picks up the Notorious Destruction title and places it on Harris' shoulder. Erik looks confused as Jake smirks. He pats him on the back as him and London walk on past Erik, and make their way to the ring.
David Wright: They're not here for Harris...
Ryde Rass: They're here for Bombay!
Kindred slides into the ring, followed by Jake. They walk over to where Bombay is starting to get to his feet. They both look at him and shake their heads. Bombay wipes the blood from his eyes and looks at both men. Ash yells something at them, which causes them to laugh. Kindred unstraps his title and drops it to the mat.
David Wright: I have a feeling we might see a repeat from last week...
Ryde Rass: Damn you're quick.
As Bombay pulls himself up to his knees, he takes a wild swing at Matthews, who easily moves out of the way. Jake again just shakes his head, and then Kindred levels Ash back down to the mat with a hard straight kick to the side of his face. Jake and Kindred look at each other for a moment, before squatting down next to him.
David Wright: What the hell is going on?
Ryde Rass: I'm with you pimpin'.
Jake and Kindred just stare at the fallen Bombay. Kindred then slowly reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a set of papers that were folded in half. He looks at them and then tosses them down onto Bombay's bloody body. Kindred and Jake stand to their feet, never taking their eyes off of Ash. Kindred leans over and picks up his Glam Life title. He then reaches down and slaps Bombay on the cheek. Kindred looks at his own bloody hand for a moment, and then wipes it across his championship belt. With that, Jake and Kindred smirk as they exit the ring.
David Wright: The hell was THAT all about?
Ryde Rass: Mind games David. Jake and Kindred are fucking with Bombay's head...
Jake and Kindred make their way
up the ramp as the camera fades out.
Disclosure returns from commercial to see Star hurrying throughout the backstage area. She still has the same nonchalant expression plastered on her face that she’s had all night as she rounds a corner. Star glances around the hallway aimlessly and suddenly stops in her tracks. Up ahead, Jake Matthews his dressed fully in is ring attire, stretching for his match against Sean Williams that is soon to come. Star quietly rolls her eyes and sighs deeply. She then starts shaking her head as she continues on, walking faster than she had been before on her way right past Jake.
At the moment Star passes Jake, he's bending down touching his toes. He notices someone pass by him rather quickly, so he stands up to take a look. To his surprise; it's Star. He had heard rumors, but he took them as just that, seeing as he hadn't seen her with his own eyes. He watches her for a moment, almost as if he was in some sort of trance, but quickly snaps out of it. He rushes after her.
Jake Matthews: Star!
With another eye roll, Star keeps going, but slows down just a bit before she finally comes to a complete halt. Star slowly spins around to face him.
Star: What is it, Jake?
Jake just kind of looks at her with a complete look of confusion.
Jake Matthews: You've been gone for 2 weeks and all you can say is "What is it?"
Jake shakes his head. He bites his bottom lip for a moment before placing his attention back on Star.
Star: Ummm...was I supposed to have some sort of speech prepared or something? Because I don't.
Jake nods his head, thinking to himself. Then he looks Star directly in the eye.
Jake Matthews: You know what... whatever... if this is how it’s gonna be...
With that, Jake just gives her this hand wave motion as he turns and starts walking down the hall in the opposite direction. He's about a few feet away before he stops and turns back towards her.
Jake Matthews: How much are you selling the house for?
Star’s eyes suddenly narrow for a moment as she looks at him, caught off guard by his question. She does her best not to show it though. In fact, Star puts on her best poker face.
Star: I know you didn’t stop me to talk about real estate? Look, Jake. I ran out of your house two weeks ago. You didn’t question my leaving then so I don’t see why you want to do it now. We both have things we need to be focusing on tonight and I don’t think this is one of them.
She continues to stand there giving him her “boss lady” voice, even so much as putting a hand on her hip to add to the façade. Jake just stared her down. He looked her straight in the eyes as he walked closer to her. He didn't seem to blink once.
Jake Matthews: I went after you, you know. Went all the way down to Haiti looking for you...
Star immediately backs away from him with a look of pure shock on her face. She opens her mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. Things just keep getting crazier and crazier. Unfortunately Jake missed most of it. Star blinks quickly to stop the tears that suddenly welled up in her eyes from falling. Couldn’t cry on her show. Nope nope.
Star: Should’ve sent me a post card then.
With that, Star give Jake one last look before turning around and leaving him standing there in the hallway alone as the scene fades.
Standard Match
Jake Matthews vs Sean Williams
David Wright: Well, we just saw a pretty interesting exchange between Jake Matthews and his girlfriend Star.
Ryde Rass: Ex girlfriend!
David Wright: We don’t know that. We were not there when whatever happened happened.
Ryde Rass: You always stompin’ on my dreams you hatin’ ass golf shirt wearin’ piece of…
Jacob
DeSanto: Ladies and gentlemen. The following contest is schedule for
one for. Introducing first, weighing in at 205 pounds, he is from
Atlanta Georgia…SEAN WILLIAMS!!!
The lights dim and "Its Me
Bitches" by Swizz Beats blasts through the arena speakers, Sean walks
slowly from behind the curtain, he is wearing a camo wife beater with
some gray sweats and a dog tag chain dangling from his neck. He slowly
walks down the ramp and slides into the ring bouncing off each rope,
listening to the boo's he is getting from the crowd.
Ryde Rass: People don’t seem too fond of ole’ Sean tonight.
David
Wright: Well, technically he is the bad guy in this match. Whether he
meant to or not, Sea Williams is what caused the riff between Star and
Jake. From what I hear, Jake still blames him for that. He’s pissed.
Ryde Rass: Man, if a nigga made me lose Star’s fine ass I’d be MORE than pissed. Be pulling out the WMD’s on that bitch.
“Doe Boy.. Doe-d-Doe Boy Fresh!"
Jacob DeSanto: And his opponent. He weighs in at 240 pounds, hailing from Stillwater, Oklahoma, JAKE MATTHEWS!!!
All
the lights in the arena go out at the hook from Doe Boy Fresh by Three
6 Mafia begins to blare through the PA system. The fans erupt into a
huge mixed reaction of cheers and boos. The lights around the stage
begin to pulse with the bass from the song.
"Now the world gotta address me as the hustla of the year!
im the man to respect, im demandin respect"
Pyros
explode all over the stage area as Jake makes his way out into full
view of the crowd. He's standing there with a pair of loose fitting
khaki shorts and a black hoodie that has a bullseye across the chest
along with the words, -#1 Stunna- through the center. Jake just stands
there for a moment, looking around and soaking everything in.
"Or im commandin that canon do some damage to ya chest
Aint no hustla or anotha on this planet as FRESH!"
Jake
slowly makes his way down the ramp. As he approaches the ring, he stops
and glances around before charging forward and sliding under the bottom
rope. He quickly hops to his feet and walks over to the turnbuckle. He
climbs to the top and raises his left arm high in the air.
He
then looks down at the camera man and begins talking trash. He then
points straight into the lens before motioning to his waist that it's
just a matter of time before the Platinum title is his. After a moment,
he hops back down and walks to the center of the ring, removing his
hoodie and tossing it to the outside of the ring as the house lights
come back on and his music dies out.
David Wright: Both of these men are definitely ready for this match.
Ryde
Rass: Hell yeah, DW. Sooooo much animosity here you can feel it. I mean
the hate is so thick that I can barely BREATHE! Now that is some
serious hate right there! Some TRUE hate! Some….
“Upgrade U” by
Beyonce featuring Jay Z cuts Ryde off in mid sentence and the crowd
immediately erupts with cheer. That’s all the hype Star needed as she
makes her way out onto the stage to the amazing standing ovation. The
two men in the ring, especially Jake, look at her with shocked
expressions. Star pauses at the top of the ramp for a moment with a mic
in hand, watching them watch her. As the noise dies down just a bit and
her music fades completely, Star raises the mic to her lips.
Star:
There’s been a little change in this match, ladies and gentlemen. This
is no longer as standard match. As a matter of fact, it is now a NO
DISQUALIFICATIONS match.
Ryde Rass: Damn. Did you see the way she was looking at Jake when she said that?
David Wright: I did. You have to wonder what’s going through her mind right now.
There
is no doubt that the fans approve of Star’s announcement as they scream
their heads off. Star then begins heading down the ramp as the guys
continue to stare at her. She walks over to where David and Ryde are
and pulls up a chair. She then puts on the extra set of headsets.
Star: Looks like I’ll been joining you for this tonight guys.
Ryde Rass: You can join us anytime you want to, Miss Star.
David Wright: Certainly.
Star: Of course I can. I own this place.
Inside
the ring, Jake still seems to be in shock at Star’s presence where as
Sean has shaken it off a little. T.C. then calls for the bell to get
the match underway. Sean doesn’t waste any time running in and spearing
Jake down to the mat. He immediately starts laying into Jake with lefts
and rights as he’s caught Jake off guard. Jake manages to shove Sean
off of him and leaps on top of him. He too begins throwing his fists
with a barrage of bunches he unleashes on Sean. Jake then finally slams
Sean’s head on the mat and climbs to his feet. Once up, Jake begins
stomping on the fallen Sean Williams before Sean grabs hold of his foot
and pulls him down with him. Sean wraps his legs around Jake’s neck and
proceeds to choke him in a scissors hold. Jake struggles for air for a
few moments before he at last manages to slip out of Sean’s hold. But
once he does, Sean kicks him in the back of the head.
David
Wright: And the match is already at a swift pace. This is the second
time we’ve seen these two in a ring together. There was a lot less at
stake though.
Star: What’s at stake here, David?
David Wright: Huh?
Ryde Rass: She asked yo ass a question!
David Wright: Pride! Lots and LOTS of pride!
Sean
hops to his feet and goes over to Jake. He grabs Jake by the back of
the neck and pulls him to his feet but Jake suddenly elbows him in the
stomach and then in the face. He then spins around and plants Sean in
the mat with a double arm DDT. Keeping up his pace, Jake gets back up
and brings Sean with him. Once to his feet, Jake whips Sean into the
ropes. Sean returns and dodges a clothesline attempt by Jake. He
bounces into the opposite ropes and comes across the ring, hitting Jake
with a flying forearm smash. Jake falls back into the ropes but doesn’t
go down. Sean makes his way over to Jake and chops him across the
chest. He then goes to kick Jake in the gut but Jake catches his leg
and spins him around. With Sean’s back to him, Jake bulldog’s Sean to
the canvas. He then flips him over and goes for a pin.
One…
Two…
Sean gives a strong kickout.
David Wright: The wrestler formally known as Nightmare got himself out of that one.
Ryde Rass: Yeah. That wasn’t much though. Ain’t really look like Jake was gonna get that anyway. Right Star?
Star: I guess so…
Jake
gets up and pulls Sean to his feet. He then sets Sean up for a
fisherman DDT but Sean fights back with more punches. Jake gives them
right back to him before he kicks him in the shin and shoves him back
into the ropes. Jake goes for a clothesline but Sean leaps out of the
way in time. He then goes to boot Jake in the face but Jake hooks his
arms over the ropes and pulls himself backwards. When Sean’s leg is
raised in the air, he lets go of the ropes and grabs onto his foot. He
then kicks Sean’s standing leg in several different places before Sean
goes down. Sean rolls out of the way of a leg drop from Jake and crawls
over to the ropes, where he pulls himself up. As Jake comes at him,
Sean nearly takes his head off with an insane clothesline. Jake almost
does a complete 360 spin before falling to the canvas. With this open
window, Sean takes a breather and heads out of the ring. With this now
being a no DQ match, he reaches under the ring and slides out a shiny
new trash can. Sean tosses it over the ropes and into the ring before
going inside as well. He picks up the trash can and as Jake comes to
his fat, cracks him right over the skull with it leaving a massive
dent. Sean tosses the trash can to the side and goes for the pin.
One..
Two…
Thre…Jake kicks out at the last second.
Ryde Rass: Good call on that no DQ thing, Star. I thought that was a beautiful thing you did right there.
Star: Are you kissing ass, R2?
Ryde Rass: Yes.
Star: Good show.
Sean
forcefully whips Jake towards the ropes. He follows close behind, and
at the moment Jake rebounds, Sean clotheslines him over the top,
causing both men to tumble out to the floor. They don't stay down long
though. They both slowly begin to climb to their feet, and they reach
their destinations at about the same time. As they stand up, they once
again go at it trading right and lefts back and forth. After a few
exchanges, Jake gets the upperhand as he rams his knee deep into Sean's
midsection. He quickly grabs the back of Sean's head and slams it down
on the announcer's booth. He looks Star dead in the eyes and mouths
something along the lines of "Look at your boy now". Jake then clubs
Sean over the back of the head with a fore arm shot. Jake leaves him
draped there on the table as he turns towards Jacob DeSanto.
Ryde Rass: I know Jake ain’t about to start beating up our ring announcer now. I know he mad but DAMN. Star?!
Star: He’s not gonna do that, Ryde. He’s not that stupid.
David Wright: I would hope not…
Jake
pushes him out of his seat like he did last week, and grabs his chair.
Jake folds it up and turns back towards Sean who is still laid out of
the announcer's booth. Jake raises the chair high above his head. He
looks at Star once again, before slamming the chair down across Sean's
skull. A sickening thud echoes through the arena as Sean slowly slides
off the table into a heap on the floor. Breathing heavily; Jake just
looks at him for a moment, before dropping the chair to the ground. Not
wanting to waste anymore time, Jake walks over and grabs Sean by the
foot, pulling him out in the middle of the floor. He then steps over
him and bends down, saying something in his ear, before slapping him
across the face. Jake then proceeds to go back to where he threw the
chair down and he picks it back up. Jake makes his way back over to
Sean with the chair in his grasp; but instead of hitting him with it
again, he lays it directly across his face. Once again, Jake glances
over at Star with a cold stare, before turning around and climbing up
on the ring apron.
Ryde Rass: Whoa…
Star: He needs to focus on his match and not on me!
David Wright: That may be a little hard for him to do.
Star: What?!
David Wright: Nothing. I said nothing.
Ryde Rass: Punk ass…
Before
Jake begins to climb the turnbuckle, he looks around the arena for a
moment. He then looks down at Star who is watching on. Jake mouths
something to the effect of "it ends here", before making his way to the
top. He then closes his eyes, before diving forward. As he is about to
connect with Sean, Nightmare is able to move the chair off his face.
Jake still hits the Swanton-esque manuever though. Sean seems to be out
cold once again as Jake sits up, holding his back in pain. The crowd is
going insane with a huge "HOLY SHIT!" chant echoing through the arena.
Jake slowly begins making his way to his feet. He kicks Sean seemingly
for good measure before grabbing him and tossing him towards the ring.
Sean hits against the apron and falls back to the floor. Jake picks him
up again and then tosses him back into the ring. Jake climbs in after
him and comes to his feet. He then picks Sean up and executes a
Northern Lights DDT right onto the trash can that he was hit with
earlier. Jake then shoves the trash can out of the way and covers Sean.
One…
Two…
Thre…no!
David Wright: After the Northern Lights DDT onto the trash can Sean barely kicks out.
Ryde Rass: Jake’s mad. Jake’s real…real mad.
Star: Whatever. He’s just a damn hot head. Both of them are for that matter.
Jake
shakes his head for a moment and sits up straight. He takes a deep
breath and staggers to his feet. Jake bends over and gets Sean up as
well. He then tosses Sean into the corner. As Jake runs back across the
ring in Sean’s direction, Sean slaps his arms around him and tosses him
over his head and out of the ring with a belly to belly suplex. Jake
connects with the floor outside with a loud, sickening smack. The arena
fills with a mixture of cheers and boos as Sean slumps against the
ropes, looking out at Jake. He flops to the floor and rolls out of the
ring. Both of them clearly beaten senseless, Sean gets Jake up off the
floor and waves his hand in Star’s direction for her to move. Star
shakes her head no and Sean dumps Jake onto the table anyway. David and
Ryda quickly scramble away while Star takes her time moving from the
scene. Sean then climbs up onto the table with Jake. And pulls him up.
He takes a moment to set Jake up, suddenly lifts Jake off of the table
only to piledrive him right through it!
Ryde Rass: Goddamn! Broke my damn table! Why people always feel the need to do that?!
Star: Shut up, Ryde. I know you get paid to talk but right now just shut the hell up.
Ryde Rass: Yes ma’am!
With
damage done to both men, more to Jake than Sean, they lie on top of the
wreckage motionless until Sean finally stirs. He rolls over onto his
stomach and slowly pushes himself up on his hands and knees. Sean grabs
a piece of the broken table and then grabs Jake. He walks Jake back
over to the ring and slams his head into the ring post. Sean then
tosses Jake back inside of the ring and throws in his makeshift weapon
after him. He also reaches under the ring and collects a steel chair
that he throws inside as well, obviously planning to use very soon.
Once again, Sean heads inside of the ring. As Jake begins to get up,
Sean picks up the piece of wood and starts in his direction. Jake
suddenly stops Sean right in his tracks by lowblowing! Sean immediately
drops the piece of wood in his hands and Jake uppercuts him right in
the jaw, sending him flying backwards. T.C. circles the ring and
watches as Jake struggles to his feet and Sean writhes around the
canvas in pain more from the lowblow than the uppercut. Jake reaches
for the chair Sean brought inside the ring and pulls it over the him.
He then drops it on top of Sean and slams down on top of it and his
opponent with a leg drop. Jake remains on top of Sean and T.C. runs
over to make the count.
One…
Two…
THREE!!!
Jacob DeSanto: And here is your winner…JAKE MATTHEWS!!!
David
Wright: Wow! What an intense match! Sean actually did a lot better than
I thought he would. He brought it to Jake but that lowblow just totally
changed his fate.
Ryde Rass: Yeah, that’ll change any man’s fate. It’ll change his damn voice too!
David Wright: Hey, where is Star going?
With
“Doe Boy Fresh” playing in the arena, dropping her headsets on the
floor, the commentators watch as Star starts to head to the ring. Jake
has yet to get up from the ring floor. She heads up the steel stairs
and into the ring. Now, Jake looks at her and starts to get to his
feet. Star pauses for a moment and they stare at one another from
across the ring. Star then rolls her eyes at him and goes to Sean’s
side. He’s already begun to come to as she peers down at him with a
look of concern on his face. Jake just looks from a far, shaking his
head with a look of pure anger on his face. Star begins to help Sean to
his feet, asking him if he is alright. Sean gives a nod of his head and
Star nods in return. She leaves Sean to stand on his own and without
her support, backing up to look him over. But out of nowhere, Star
suddenly delivers a superkick to Sean Williams!
Ryde Rass: Uh oh…
David Wright: Wow! I can’t believe she just did that!
Ryde Rass: Uh oh…
The
kick puts Sean right back down and out cold on the canvas. Star looks
down at him with a fake sympathetic expression and shakes her head. She
sighs deeply and then looks over at Jake. He seems to not know what to
expect but doesn’t move a muscle as she approaches him. Star reaches
Jake and stands toe to toe with him, looking up into his eyes with a
stone faced glare. She suddenly cracks a slight smile. Star then wraps
her arms around Jake Matthews and pulls him close. A chorus of rooting
and whistling immediately sounds out as Star presses her lips against
Jake’s.
David Wright: Well I’ll be damned…
Ryde Rass: What?! No! NO! WHY?!
David Wright: I shouldn’t even be surprised…
“Doe Boy Fresh” sounds out again as the couple continues to kiss in the ring before we fade to commercial.
Voice: Coming Tuesday from Jack Mehoff Entertainment.
The scene changes to the set of a very lavish looking desert palace. Purple curtains are hanging every where, and several gold statues being help up by marble pillars adorn the room. The front doors of the room fly open with a loud bang, and Jack Mehoff, Mallory Cox, Meso Horney, and Kelly Goodhead walk through the doors. Jack is wearing a red toga, black sandals, a sword and shield strapped to his back and a whole lot of oil on his half bare chest, while his girls are wearing thin white togas that would make them the most popular girls at a fraternity toga party. They seem to be walking in slow-motion as they walk toward the front of the room, all of them with looks on their faces that say they are ready for war.
Voice: In the year 69 B.C. the Sheik of Persia attempted to invade lands belonging to Sparta. A small army was assembled to protect the lands from an army unlike any the world had ever seen.
Jack approaches the throne, and starts moving at normal speed again.
Jack: You know why I am here. You invade my lands and threaten my people, despite the fact that I posted countless "No trespassing" signs. Are you really ready to declare war against me?
The camera spins around behind Jacks back, and it shows that sitting on the thrown in front of Jack is wrestling legend the Iron Sheik, wearing his typical wrestling attire.
Sheik: Ah, my good friend Jeff Meathook, it's good to see you. I donna want to take your land but my wives they leave me no choice. They all want me to build temples for them, and when they start complaining, I have no choice.
Jack: Isn't there something you can do for them?
Sheik: I may have a solution. Sheikie used to be a legend in the bedroom, hot women would come from all around to be with the Sheik, but unfortunately, the Sheikie is getting up their in age, and since no one invented Viagra yet, all of Sheikies wives, they become unsatisfied. So, if you satisfy the Sheikies wives, maybe they get off my back about taking your land.
Jack stands there for a second, thinking.
Jack: There's gotta be a catch. How ugly are these women?
Sheik: They not ugly at all.
The Sheik puts his fingers by his mouth and whistles and a few seconds later, five extremely hot women walk through a curtain, and walk up to Jack.
Jack: Sheikie baby, you got yourself a deal.
Sheik: Excellent. Slave, go get the rest of my wives.
Jack: Whoa, rest of your wives? How many wives do you have?
Sheik: Besides those five? Two hundred ninety-six.
Jack and his girls have shocked expressions on their faces.
Mallory: You have 301 wives?
Voice: Jack Mehoffs 301. Available Tuesday wherever adult videos are sold.
- Taking Care of Business -
Star: Come on, now. Hurry your asses up. I don’t have all day.
The team tries to pick up the pace while Star stands there with her hands on her hips, impatiently tapping her foot. We now see that, over her shoulder, there is a wrestling belt. A homemade wrestling belt. One made with cardboard, aluminum foil, glitter and a Sharpie.
Random Mover: Uhh…where are we moving this stuff to?
Star: Oh, right over here.
Star walks into the room and the camera follows her.
Star: This place is nice and big. I wonder who we can put in there. Too bad I’m not on my own roster or I’d take this bitch.
She slides out the nameplate and exits the room, walking over to a janitor’s closet just at the opposite side of the hallway. She then holds up the nameplate and stares at “Mike Ryba” written across it. She then turns to the mover and points at the closet.
Star: I want it here.
Random Mover: [looks confused] All of that won’t fit in there.
Star raises an eyebrow as if she is offended by him giving his opinion that she certainly didn’t ask for.
Star: Well then I guess we’ll just have to make it fit, now won’t we?
The mover stares at her for a moment, nods his head in agreement and goes to fulfill her request. Star then goes to replace the “Janitor” nameplate with the “Mike Ryba” one.
????: Hey, what the hell?!
Star pauses momentarily and looks to see PDW Platinum Champion Mike Ryba stalking towards her.
Star: Ummm…yeah. I’m busy. Get at me later.
Star continues what she was doing as Ryba makes his way towards her. Star pauses again and holds up her hand to stop him.
Star: I suggest you stay right there, Mike. I just told you I was busy.
He ignores her completely, continuing in her direction before Tank comes right out of the room out of nowhere and blindsides Ryba. The bigger man in Tank slams Ryba into the wall and then yanks him close, tossing him into a firm chokehold. Ryba struggles to break loose but the monster Tank holds fast, choking Ryba out and dropping his motionless body to the floor. Star finally slides his nameplate in place and makes a “Tsk, tsk” sounds. She pats the toy belt over her shoulder, walks over to Ryba and exchanges her belt for his.
Star: I’m just gonna do you a favor and take this off of your hands since you don’t want to be bothered with it anymore, throwing it against walls and shit, disrespecting everything that PDW is about and certainly disrespecting me when I’ve cut your lackluster champion ass more than enough slack being the generous woman that I am.
Star stands up straight and inspects the belt with a disappointed shake of her head. She then looks back down at Ryba.
Star: Have fun being your own champion…‘cause you damn sure ain’t ours anymore.
With that, Star and Tank take their leave and the scene fades back to ringside.
Ryde Rass: Awww, shit! Did you see that?! Star just took the Platinum Championship away from Mike Ryba!
David Wright: What the hell does this mean for the belt?
Ryde Rass: I don't know but got got a big ass match coming up next. One that I know everybody wants to see. FARAH VS AMAYA!!!
Main Event: Street Brawl
Amaya vs Farah
The camera cuts to the arena and pans around for a moment, displaying the tons of excited fans screaming their appreciation for Platinum Dynasty Wrestling. Jacob DeSanto is shown standing alone in the ring with his mic in hand but there is no T.C. Paine in sight. The camera then goes to David Wright and Ryde Rass and ringside.
David Wright: Now this is an anticipated match if I’ve ever seen one. Two of our bosses, Amaya and Farah, will finally go at it!
Ryde Rass: Yeah, I can’t wait to see my cuz in the ring. I ain’t seen her compete since SPW and this should definitely be interesting. Some people gave this match flack for being the main event but fuck them! When Vince McMahon books himself where the hell do he go? In the MAIN EVENT! Everybody wanna see this shit! Fuck the haters!
David Wright: Couldn’t have said it better myself. This match has been coming longer than anyone really knows. It’s been said that Star is the glue that holds the PDW bosses together. Her recent absence may have proven that. Amaya and Farah were friends because of Star. Without her around they’ve been able to let their true feelings for one another show.
Ryde Rass: And all I can say is…HATE HATE!
Jacob DeSanto: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a street brawl. And now the co-owner of our very own PDW….She stands 5’9 and weighs 160lbs….from Passaic, New Jersey….please welcome AMAYA!
P.A. System: [Amaya’s voice] I’ma slow this down for you…..
Jacob DeSanto: And now the co-owner of our very own PDW….She stands 5’9 and weighs 160lbs….from Passaic, New Jersey….please welcome AMAYA!
"Neva Eva" by Triville begin to play amongst the speakers of the arena. The lights are dimmed down and grey smoke blows from different directions. Green and yellow lights flash back and forth against the crowd and the ring.
Bitch nigga you can neva eva, eva eva
Eva eva, eva eva eva eva
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (What!)
As the crowd stand from there seats their eyes are glued towards the entrance way. Amaya steps through the smoke. She smiles at the crowd for a moment of so, showing off her green sweatpants and a tight gold top with matching sneakers. Her hair is pulls back and tucked into a neat bun. Amaya slides her hands in her pocket and walks down the ramp with a serious expression on her face as the music continues.
Get the fuck back, get the fuck up out my way
I ain't playin' nann day
Pussy nigga whatcha say
Meet me anywhere, I don't care it don't matter to me
Cause if ya fuckin' step, I'ma step in yo vicinity
What, you think I'm a ho nigga please you ain't on my level
Get some rank bitch while I'm diggin' ya grave with a shovel
The crowd cheers. Amaya reaches the steel steps and slides into the ring. She bites down on her lip and puts her hands back into her pocket. She paces the ring as she waits for Farah to come out.
David Wright: She looks focused, she looks ready. She looks focused and ready.
Ryde Rass: That’s right, cuz! Farah may be fine but if you don’t win this I’ma beat ya ass and then disown you!
David Wright: You’re just saying that because she can’t hear you right now.
Ryde Rass: So?
Jacob DeSanto: And her opponent, from New Orleans, Louisiana. On a weight of 127 Pounds..Please welcome The self proclaimed "Glam Queen" and half owner of Platinum Dynasty Wrestling...She is...Farah...JAMISON!!
Take it back, take it back...
(oooh, hey, oooh, hey, oooh, hey)
The crowd get up to their feet, with a lot of the women doing the booing and most of the men in the arena cheering their lungs out for the seductive vixen about to step out of the curtains.
Everybody look at me, me
I walk in the door you start screaming
Come on everybody what chu here for?
Move your body over like a nympho
Everybody get your necks to crack around
All you crazy people come on jump around
I want to see you all on your knees, knees
You either want to be with me, or be me!
(Come on man)
The song plays loud and clear and with boos and different chants for the self-proclaimed "Glam Queen" of the world.
Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all, of her love
She's a maneater
make you buy cars
make you cut cards
make you fall real hard in love
She's a maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all, of her love
She's a maneater
make you buy cars
make you cut cards
Wish you never ever met her at all!
Finally making her presence known to the crowd the devilish diva comes out from the back sporting a rather revealing cat-suit that leaves many in attendance in wonder if any wardrobe malfunction will be happening tonight.
And when she walks she walks with passion (oh)
when she talks, she talks like she can handle it (oh)
when she asks for something boy she means it (oh)
even if you never ever seen it (oh)
everybody get your necks to crack around (oh)
all you crazy people come on jump around (oh)
you doing anything to keep her by your side (oh)
because, she said she love you, love you long time!
(Come on man)
With a smirk on her face she looks and signals to the crowd before starting to strut her stuff like if she was in a Paris runway show. She stops occasionally to flip her dirty blond hair to the back as well to throw some kisses at some of the male fans in the audience.
Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all, of her love
She's a maneater
make you buy cars
make you cut cards
make you fall real hard in love
She's a maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all, of her love
She's a maneater
make you buy cars
make you cut cards
Wish you never ever met her at all!
As she gets closer to the ring she calls for the camera to do a close up on her face as she stands there for them to take some good shots of her gorgeous figure before climbing the steel steps toward the inside of the ring. She walks over to the ropes and seductively slides between them, finally entering the ring where she begins to grind her body to a lot of the crowds enjoyment.
Ryde Rass: Mmm mmm mmm. Farahlicious.
David Wright: I’ll say…
Ryde Rass: Say what? That’s she’s fine? You don’t need to. We can see it. Why we got so many fine women in PDW?
David Wright: Because we work for fine women?
Ryde Rass: You probably right.
Amaya and Farah stand in the ring staring one another down and talking trash to one another. They walk to the center of the ring and stand chest to chest, shoving one another every now and then until "Upgrade U" blasts over the P.A. system!
Ryde Rass: Oh my God. Please tell me I’m not hearing stuff.
David Wright: You’re not hearing stuff.
Ryde Rass: Then that’s really…
David Wright: I think it is, Ryde. I think that’s…STAR!!!
Jacob DeSanto: And the special guest referee for this match…
The arena goes wild as the fans scream "Partna let me upgrade ya!" in time with Beyonce. Star walks through the curtains for the second time that night and stares right in the ring at Farah and Amaya.
Jacob DeSanto:…STAR!!!
David Wright: Aww, man. This is just awesome. I can’t believe this!
Ryde Rass: Me neither, man! Have we ever seen all three of these women in the same ring?
David Wright: Now that you mention it, Ryde. I don’t think we have. This is a first for PDW. Never before has Amaya, Farah and Star shared a ring.
Ryde Rass: WOOT!!!
The two women look back at her in surprise and confusion. Star begins to walk down the ramp and, once at the bottom, hops up on the ring apron. She steps through the ropes and Farah and Amaya back up to look at her. Star just stares back at them for a moment as the volume in the arena picks up. The three of them continue to stare around at one another before Star finally calls for the bell. They are still in a bit of shock but Amaya soon runs in and throws her knee right into Farah’s gut. Farah doubles over in pain and Amaya catches her with a stiff uppercut right to the jaw. The crowd immediately gets behind her as Star steps out of the way and Amaya goes to retrieve Farah.
David Wright: This match is kicking off fast as Amaya takes an early lead.
Ryde Rass: Don’t surprise me. She always in a hurry.
David Wright:: I meant to ask, how does it feel to call your cousin’s match?
Ryde Rass: Ummm…get at me later. I’m trying to watch this, man.
Amaya shoves Farah into the turnbuckle and hits her with a spinning heel kick to the face. Farah quickly covers her face with her hands in pain. Amaya face chokes Farah and throws her to the mat. Farah lands on her knees and Amaya runs from behind her and hits her with a shining wizard. Farah falls face first into the mat. Amaya walks around Farah and sets her up for a bulldog. She executes and sends Farah to the mat. The crowd screams and cheers her name. Amaya throws her hand in mid air as if she has this match. She climbs to the top rope and executes a frog splash. She then remains on top of Farah and hooks her leg as Star runs in to make a count.
One...
Two…
Farah kicks out before Star can make it to three. Amaya huffs a little before getting up. With a handful of Farah’s hair, she drags her to her feet as well. Amaya quickly whips Farah into the ropes. Farah bounces back and Amaya clotheslines her hard. Amaya goes to send Farah flying to the outside, but Farah ends up hanging on to the ropes. So Amaya goes to flip her over them and as she does this, Farah ends up holding on to the head of Amaya sending her over the ropes to the outside. Farah from the inside looks down to Amaya and lets out a smile. She then goes to the outside of the ring getting on the ring apron, then out of nowhere she nails over a Springboard moonsault connecting perfectly with Amaya.
David Wright: And Farah with the moonsault, changing the momentum of the match already.
Ryde Rass: Sexy!
David Wright: She is. She definitely is. But from what I hear she’s a hellcat in the ring too. So far she’s proving that notion right.
Amaya shoves Farah off of her and shakes off the move a little. Both women leap to their feet and stare across the ring at one another. Then, out of nowhere, both Farah and Amaya charge full speed ahead and collide in the center of the ring. Legs, fists and weave fly every which way as the two brawl as if their lives depended on it. They end up back on the canvas, rolling around and exchanging punch after punch. Amaya gets on top of Farah and decks her on the face twice. After a moment or two, Farah then switches the positions and wraps her hands around the neck that she swears doesn’t exist and begins to choke the life out of Amaya, slamming her head up and down on the mat in the process. She then racks Amaya’s eyes with her long nails and Amaya at last punches her in the face once again, causing Farah to fall backwards. With a small break, Amaya took a moment to catch her breath and then began getting to her feet. Farah did the same as well. Farah and Amaya trade blows, Amaya looked to be getting the upper hand until Farah manages to block a punch and following that she nails her with the "Gucci Stunner" Amaya goes down hard down the mat and Farah takes some air to her lungs. She looks to the outside and goes out of the ring bring back a chair with her.
Ryde Rass: They finally bring out the hardware. Shit just got real!
David Wright: Hopefully Farah knows how to use that chair.
Ryde Rass: Man, look at that look on her face. Do she look like she don’t know how to use it?! Hell naw!
By this time Amaya was getting to her feet and didn't notice Farah bringing in that chair. Farah now inside with the chair in hand turns Amaya around to face her, she proceeds in kicking her in the gut and then busting her head wide open with the chair on her head. The crowd quickly starts chanting "HOLY SHIT!!!" as the chair connected with Amaya's head hard. Amaya tumbles to the mat and Farah shouts down at her that beneath her is where she belongs. With that, Farah drops the chair right onto Amaya and then slams down onto it and her with a legdrop. The crowd "Oooooh’s!" at the as Farah remains on top of Amaya. Star then runs over and drops down.
One…
Two…
Thr…Amaya gets the shoulder up!
Farah slaps the mat in anger and rolls off of Amaya. She then hops to her feet and kicks the chair out of the way. She then grabs Amaya and locks her in a fujiwara armbar. Amaya hollers in pain as Star kneels down and keeps a close eye on her. Farah applies pressure and Amaya screams out her agony, keeping her free hand down on the mat and refusing to give up. She then slowly begins inching her way towards the ropes. Out of nowhere, Farah laughs and breaks the hold completely. Amaya’s head drops to the mat and Farah climbs to her feet. She then grabs Amaya by the hair and drags her to her feet as well. Farah begins tossing forearms at Amaya, backing her up into a corner. Amaya begins to battle back, now fighting her way out of the corner. In the middle of it, Farah knees her in the gut. She then runs over to the ropes and bounces off, headed back to Amaya and full speed. Amaya suddenly surprises Farah with a spinebuster that the Philly fans go wild for. Amaya quickly hooks Farah’s leg.
One…
Two…
Thre…Farah gets the shoulder up just in time. Amaya sits up and rolls her head around a little, leaving Farah lying on the floor. She then leaps to her feet and heads out of the ring as Farah begins to roll around. Amaya searches under the ring and pulls out a kendo stick. She tosses it into the ring and then pulls out two trash can lids. Those go into the ring as well. After that, Amaya slides in. She picks up the trash can lids, one in each hand, and stands up straight as Farah slowly begins to climb to her feet. Once she does, Amaya immediately gives her a bell clap with the lids, slapping both sides of Farah’s head with them and making her ears ring. Farah stumbles around for a moment like a cartoon character before she finally tumbles back to the mat, face first. Once she’d down. Amaya goes for the kendo stick and cracks Farah right across the back. Farah freezes with her mouth open as if she were about to scream but nothing came out. Amaya immediately grabs Farah’s hair, yanks her head back, and punches her right in the throat. Farah grabs her neck and coughs for air. Amaya doesn’t up. She hauls Farah to her feet by the hair once again. Amaya sends Farah toward the ropes full speed, she attempts a clothesline right off the bat but Farah ducks it and then takes the back of Amaya dropping it down into a Neckbreaker. Farah groggily gets to her feet and picks up Amaya right after, she rakes her eyes roughly drawing some blood from them making her temporarily blind, Farah next kicks her in the gut hard and as Amaya bents down Farah takes a chair near them and places it closer, she then takes Amaya's head and plants her with the "Glamorous End". Right on the chair, and you could hear the "thud" as her head connected with it.
Ryde Rass: DAYUM! That was brutal!
David Wright: Farah delivering a "Glamorous End" to Amaya right on the chair!
Ryde Rass: She fine but damn! She can’t be doin’ my cousin like that! And Star let her!
David Wright: Well, she didn’t break any rules. That was all legal.
Ryde Rass: Shut yo ass up!
With that beautiful move, Farah grabs Amaya by the foot and drags her over to the opposite end of the ring. Now in the corner, Farah hops out of the ring and takes each of Amaya’s feet in opposite hands. She pauses for a moment before slamming Amaya’s crotch into the ring post, a move usually reserved for men. Amaya howls in pain. Farah then takes her leg and bends it against the post, pulling hard as if she is trying to snap it right in half. Amaya continues to scream before she manages to lift her other foot and boot Farah right in the mouth. The Glam Queen flies backwards, clutching her now bloody mouth. Amaya groans and slowly flops onto her stomach. She then pushes herself up on all fours and uses the ropes to help her all they way to her feet. Hobbling, Amaya climbs up to the top turnbuckle. As she ascends, the volume in the arena increases as the crowd shows its love for the co-owner. Amaya suddenly leaps into the air and right onto Farah with an amazing suicide dive! The arena goes wild! Both Farah and Amaya lay spilled on the floor outside of the ring, taking duel impact from the high risk maneuver. They switch and stir just a little, but neither one of them seem able to move. After a few more seconds, Amaya is the first to begin making it to her feet. Farah groggily follows behind. Amaya takes it upon herself to help Farah to her feet only to toss her into the barricade. Farah’s back smacks against it hard. As Amaya comes for her, Farah kicks her in the leg she’d been working on earlier and Amaya falls forward, face slamming into the barricade. Farah pulls her head back and bounces it off of the barricade before she grabs the back of Amaya’s neck and tosses her into the crowd.
David Wright: God, these women are going to kill one another before the night is over.
Ryde Rass: Damn sure looks like it. And look at Star back in the ring. She looks like she hates all of this shit going on between her friends.
David Wright: Who can blame her? She goes away for a little while and all hell breaks loose between Amaya and Farah. That wouldn’t be comfortable for anyone.
Farah climbs over the barricade and follows after Amaya. Amaya is hunched over, holding her head and stumbling through the fans as if she is lost. Farah mistakenly calls out to her and Amaya pauses. She then superkicks Farah right in the chin and she goes flying back! Farah hits the barricade once again and Amaya spins around. She goes to retrieve Farah and floors her with her flatline neckbreaker finisher, "Who Run It?" Fans lean over the women, patting Amaya on the back and holding up all kinds of hand signals into the camera. With Farah laid out, Amaya searches around for a moment. She then walks up to a young guy and angrily shoves him out of his chair. The guy oddly enough seems thrilled to be touched by Amaya but she ignores him completely. She then snatches up his chair and heads back to the outstretched Farah. Amaya drops the chair onto Farah’s chest and then brings her boot crashing down on it, crushing Farah’s chest in the process. Farah gasps for air but Amaya simply repeats the action. She then picks up the chair and goes to drop it onto Farah’s face but Farah somehow manages to lift her leg and knock the chair back into Amaya’s face. Amaya falls back into the arms of some fans. The screaming and cheering in the arena is ear splitting as the fans soak up the violence between these two bosses. Amaya shakes off the fans’ hands as Farah somehow begins to stumble to her feet. Once she’s up, the two women began scrapping away as they spill back over the barricade. They fight to their feet as Star looks on from inside of the ring.
David Wright: After what just happened out there I’m sure neither one of these women will be ready for work tomorrow morning.
Ryde Rass: Whatchu mean? The show’s about to be over.
David Wright: What, you think they only work when it’s time for Disclosure?
Ryde Rass: Ummm…
David Wright: You are so dense sometimes.
Farah hits Amaya with her "Devil Wears Gucci" groin kick and tosses her back into the ring. As Farah goes to follow, Amaya kicks her in the face. Farah stumbles back but doesn’t fall. While Amaya is climbing to her feet, Farah slides in behind her and comes out of nowhere with the "Glammed up" running bulldog. Amaya’s head bounces off of the mat and Farah wastes no time going for a cover.
Ryde Rass: Damn, that ain’t look good for my cuz at all.
Star begins to count.
One…
Two…
Thre..NO! Amaya kicks out!
Ryde Rass: Oh shit! She kicked out!
David Wright: No fuckin’ way!
Farah's eyes widen. She looks almost as if she is ready to cry. She throws a slight temper tantrum and violently yanks Amaya to her feet. Amaya is reeling as Farah throws her into the ropes. She bounces back and Farah bends over, ready to at last take Amaya out, but Amaya surprises her with a snap suplex! The arena erupts! Farah’s lies with her back on the mat, sprawled out and staring at the lights above. Amaya lies next to her, huffing an puffing but still finding the strength to get up. Once to her feet, Amaya looks down at Farah, talking all kinds of trash even in her bloody and beaten states. She then holds up one fist in the air and looks out at the crowd, signally that she is ready to put and end to this thing. The fans seem to feel her energy. The come to their feet, some standing on chairs and howling in appreciation for PDW. As Amaya turns to finish off Farah, she’s suddenly met with a vicious superckick to the chin!
David Wright: What the hell?!
Ryde Rass: No she didn’t!
David Wright: STAR JUST SUPERKICKED AMAYA!!!
Ryde Rass: That’s the second "friend" she’s done that shit to tonight!!!
Amaya is now laid out in the ring, out cold from the kick Star just gave her. Farah soon begins making her way to her feet. She looks over at Amaya in slight confusion before her expression reverts back to the angry one she’s had all night. She then looks down at her opponent and quickly lands a beautiful standing moonsault onto her! Farah makes yet another attempt to end this match and Star rushes to count!
One…
Two…
THREE!!!
Jacob DeSanto: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner…FARAH JAMISON!!!
David Wright: She won! Farah won!
Ryde Rass: Yeah but did you see what the hell Star did?! I can’t believe that shit!
"Mean Eater" by Nelly Furtado hits the speakers. With a big smile, Star holds Farah’s arm up in victory while Farah soaks up the adoration of the fans. Her blood stained face is a little streaked with makeup, sweat and tears after a hard fought battle. She is laughing a little in joy at picking up such a victory. Star gazes at her with her smile still in tact, before suddenly pulling her close and putting her in the gut.
Ryde Rass: Aw hell naw…
David Wright: Not again…
With Farah doubled over, Star puts her head under her arm and immediately executes her famous "Supernova" Asai DDT! Farah slams hard into the mat. Star then gets to her feet and looks down at both Amaya and Farah with a mean scowl as "Upgrade U" blasts over the P.A. system.
David Wright: We is going on with her tonight? Usually people are PLEASANT after vacations. She’s been pissed all night!
Ryde Rass: Well, I heard that she said she had a lot of shit to do tonight. Looks to me like nothing more than a woman who’s fed up.
Star climbs out of the ring, not looking back at Amaya and Farah. As her feet hit the ramp, her music cuts and is replaced with "Before I Forget" by Slipknot. Star freezes right where she stands and looks up at the stage.
David Wright: What on earth is that?
Ryde Rass: Fuck if I know but I done seen it all tonight. Especially from this woman right here. Can’t nothin’ else shock me.
David Wright: I’m feeling the same way…
Just then, the black currents open and none other than Heath Sommersby emerges!
David Wright: Oh…my…GOD!!!
Ryde Rass: Holy fuckin’ shit! What the fuck?! How the hell?! I thought we had snipers on top of this building in case he showed up!
Star’s mouth drops open as she looks at Heath standing with the aid of a cane at his side. The camera cuts from Star’s face to Heath Sommersby’s unblinking gaze and back to Star. She stumbles backwards as her hand goes to cover her mouth.
Ryde Rass: Welcome to the fuckin’ Twilight Zone…