The Dynasty Spectrum
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
June 17, 2008

The scene opens with the sound of  "When I'm Gone" by 3 Doors Down playing as Blake Selters  stands in the ring, asking for a microphone. He seemed to have be in a very good mood and had a big smile on his face. Blake is given a microphone and begins pacing the ring a bit, looking out at the crowd before finally slowly raising the microphone to his face. As he does, a few of the crowd begin to boo while others cheer causing Blake to pause and look around for a bit with a sinister smile on his face before finally speaking 

Blake: As many of you have heard Star is not in the building tonight.

Before Blake could continue the crowd erupts in cheers. Blake once again pauses and looks around at the crowd again, waiting for them to calm down.

Blake: I wouldn't be so quick to cheer as that leaves me in charge and the last thing I'll ever be accused of is being a nice guy. In fact you thought Star joining the Pantheon was bad oh just wait. You'll get n entertaining show tonight whether she's gone or not...even if I have to shove it down your throats.

The crowd doesn't quite know how to react as many still boo but some cheer as well. Blake only smirks once more as that is exactly the reaction I wanted to get.

Blake: Now I'm out here for two things. One was to tell that the show will go on whether Star is in the building or not and the other is to directly answer Pete Ebdon so....

The crowd erupts in a loud round of boos that drown out Blake completely but Blake goes to the corner and props his arms up o n the ring ropes, relaxing as he waits for the crowd to shut up which they finally do.

Blake: Now Pete made his bid for the tag team titles and to be honest he made some valid points. So what I did was review everything this past week and I have made my decision on the tag team titles. The answer is NO!!!!!!!! No I will not just hand over the tag team titles. The fact is Joshua Payne and  Pete Ebdon beat a third rate team an d I'm sick and tired of the PDW titles being contested against losers that give less than zero effort so boys you want the titles it will be as simple as this. You'll have to earn them against wrestlers that are actually here to compete. Whether you bloody them, cripple them or whether they do the same to you, I don't care. But no one is going to  be handed the titles or any of the top titles without earning them anymore. I don't care who likes it or doesn't like it. We have the best talent pool of any wrestling organization out there and by God we are gonna prove it without hand me outs.

"When I'm Gone" By 3 Doors Down hits again as Blake drops the mic and the crowd erupts in cheers. With a smirk on his face Blake steps out of the ring and takes his time walking backstage while adjusting his tie.

David Wright: Greatt move by our General Manager. The titles here in PDW should be earned not just given away.

Reggie Stallworth: I can think of two men that aren't going to be happy with  that but did Blake Selters just give him the ok to hurt and cripple people.

David Wright: I'm sure he was just making a point but you know Pantheon will take that literally.
 

 

The screen fades in from black and we see a large, bright, golden belt filling the screen. As the camera pans back more we see it’s none other than the Prodigy Championship and it hangs from a railing in the Pantheon locker room. Seconds later it’s abruptly removed from its spot and put across the shoulder of the champion. Pete Ebdon looks at the Prodigy Championship with a smirk and pats it as he walks from the otherwise empty locker room and down the corridor slightly, removing a piece of paper from his jeans pocket that seems to have the handwriting of Angel Deveraux on it. Could it be that Ebdon’s been stealing from the office of the Directrix of Talent Relations? Whatever is written on the paper directs Ebdon to where he needs to be however and he pushes open a locker room door to find Steve Jason standing there with his back turned. Ebdon coughs and Jason spins around, instantly realising who is standing there and quickly grabbing for the first instrument he can get his hands on in an attempt to defend himself, in this case a steel chair. Ebdon just laughs, knocking the chair out of his hands angrily.

Pete Ebdon: If I came here to lay you out you’d already be lying on the floor in a bloody heap.

Jason looks from the chair on the floor to Ebdon again as though he’s ready to make a play for it at a moment’s notice.

Steve Jason: Ok, so what do you want?

Pete Ebdon: I’m here to make you an offer I’d recommend you not refuse. See just like the rest of the world I was watching last week when you delivered your uplifting speech to the locker room, when you attempted to rally the troops behind you and lead them in revolt of everything that we stand for but Steve I’d recommend that this week you go and find those very same troops and you tell them that the war that you warned them about last week is over because if you get them on your side to watch your back then one by one they’ll either disappear under the shroud of unimportance when we’re done beating them down, they’ll simply turn for the hills and run as far and as fast as their little legs can carry them, or they’ll switch to the winning team.

Jason just looks at Ebdon with disgust and the Prodigy Champion grins.

Pete Ebdon: You think I’m kidding? You know how many of those idiots would give their left testicles, or indeed ovaries, to be in the position that Jason Stone is right now? Even being a lackey to Payne is better than being on the losing side in a war that would see this company torn in two. I’m here to put a stop to that war before it’s even begun. Tell me now, what is it you want to make this whole situation go away because I didn’t sign up to the Pantheon to be attacked from behind six times a week by stupid little rookies who don’t know any better and who are being fired off like gold-seeking missiles by the likes of you and Snow and everybody else who’s already rallied against us. So what is it that you want to make it stop? You want another match with Jaxx and a rematch for that Bloodshed Championship you drooled over for so long? You want a shot at Payne and the Platinum Championship? Hell, you want a shot at this?

Ebdon pats the Prodigy Championship on his shoulder.

Pete Ebdon: Name your reward and once the problem has gone away I will personally guarantee that it’ll be handed to you on a silver platter.

Jason looks at the championship on Ebdon’s shoulder and then shakes his head.

Steve Jason: You think that’s what this is about? Title shots?

Pete Ebdon: Then what Jason? What is it about?

Steve Jason: It's about quite a few things, Ebdon. I have a certain interest in keeping the place where I have to work relatively stable. Payne isn't going to allow that, he's just going to ram his retarded theories on life down all of our throats and have us taken out if we do not accept them, and that is something I cannot allow to fly. If I want to reject his moronic ideas, I should be able to. Right now, you and Jaxx and Star are trying to assist him in preventing me from doing that. Secondly, I'm taking this stand because people are getting hurt who do not deserve to. Need I remind you that Joshua Payne went absolutely insane and proceeded to belittle and humiliate your girlfriend and Jaxx's friend- and you cowards let it stand?

Steve lets that accusation fly, staring Ebdon down in what can only be described as a stand-off as Ebdon returns the stare, but allows Steve to finish.

Steve Jason: And lastly... it's about me. I don't surrender. I don't lie down and allow Payne and his kind to treat me like a defeated enemy. Besides, you heard what he said. He wants to send me the way of Julian Dark and Mike Ryba. Do you really think I'm just going to let that happen? I haven't fought this long and this hard to let some delusional nimrod end it. You honestly think this can just go away? You haven't been listening to your master very hard, have you? It won't go away, and I have no choice but to defend myself- and part of that defence includes a heavy offence.

After having made that statement, something occurs to Steve, a thoughtful look appearing on his face. He seems to think it over for a couple of seconds, then speaks.

Steve Jason: What interests me, Ebdon, is if we really stand so little of a chance, if you really think you can curb-stomp me and anyone else coming after you... why are you trying to palm me off and stop this before it begins? It shouldn't matter to you, if it's really not all that much of a threat.

Pete Ebdon: You do not understand a damn thing, do you Jason?

Ebdon gets right in the face of Jason, glaring at him angrily. There’s a pop from the crowd as it looks like the two men are about to start brawling right there but Ebdon just smiles instead.

Pete Ebdon: You think I’ve forgotten a damn thing that Payne has said or done recently? I’ll deal with that in my own time and in my own way. But you want to know why I’m here, why I’m doing what I’m doing, then the answer is simple. It’s precisely to STOP you from ending up like Mike Ryba and Julian Dark. You think I’m an idiot Jason? I’ve been in this business almost seven goddamn years and I know it like the back of my hand. I’ve seen guys like Joshua Payne destroy companies before because they didn’t know when to stop and worse still I’ve seen companies destroy themselves because the biggest stars would rather retire one another than allow one another to live to fight another day. You engage in this war with Payne and he won’t stop – WE won’t stop – until we’ve won it. That means when it’s done with there won’t be a Steve Jason in PDW anymore. There won’t be an Aurora Snow in PDW anymore. And each and every person who comes against us winds up in the same gutter that Ryba is lying in right now.

Ebdon stops and smirks.

Pete Ebdon: Don’t even SAY the names of Joseph St. John or Kindred London, I know I’m just as guilty of ridding this company of talent as Payne is but you think I wanted St. John gone? As pathetic as he is the guy draws money and THAT is what this company needs. Not a war that’ll decimate the roster, a group of guys who know how to draw the fans. Payne doesn’t see it that way but I do.

Ebdon seemingly backs down for a moment before getting in Jason’s face once again.

Pete Ebdon: Oh yeah, and before I forget, do not DARE to assume that Payne is the boss of me!

Steve's reaction to Ebdon getting in his face is one of a man of nearly implacable calm. Without batting an eyelid, he simply raises his arm with the flat of his hand out, coolly and casually- yet with a certain level or force- putting a small space back between the two men. When he finally does react, his voice is surprisingly up-beat and amicable as he answers.

Steve Jason: Don't act like it, and I won't have to assume it, Ebdon.

He then proceeds to laugh a shallow, cynical laugh, shaking his head in resignation.

Steve Jason: Ryba was a pushover. I am not. Something was wrong with Julian. There is nothing wrong with me. I don't need you to get my arse off the line. I've been pretty capable of doing it myself. You have no idea how many times I have heard those threats, Pete Ebdon. In the last seven years, I've lost count of the number of threats to put me on the shelf, retire me, even kill me if I don't back down and allow people to do what they want. In case you haven't noticed, I'm still here- and I don't think I have to tell you that I did not back down. I'm going to tell you the exact same thing that I told Nicholas Jaxx- if this battle doesn't stop until I go down, then be prepared for this to carry on for another sixty or seventy years, because it won't end until I die of old age if that's the case. You will not put me on the shelf if I do not allow it- and there's no way in hell I'm allowing it. Sure, you might weed off the fat slobs who don't even try- but let's face it, you and I both know they're dead weight who won't be missed. We can survive this.

Steve shakes his head one more time.

Steve Jason: As it is, I would take chaos over enforced order. I would take a federation in disarray over a tyrant telling us what to think. And if you honestly think you can put a muzzle on Payne and clean up the mess you've created once you've silenced all your critics, then you're every bit as deluded as I am.

Ebdon’s reaction to the idea of Payne in a muzzle is just an odd smile that seems to confuse Jason. Just as Jason is about to say something else however Ebdon cuts him off.

Pete Ebdon: So let me get this straight, you actually believe you can win if this becomes an all out war?

Jason is about to react again and again Ebdon cuts him off.

Pete Ebdon: You’re right; maybe we are as delusional as one another. Maybe I’m a fool for thinking I can control this situation but you’re far more the fool if you actually believe you can survive it. I came here with an offer and that offer is still on the table – end the war, call off the troops and name your price, then you and Payne can kill one another for all I care because the truth is Jason I don’t give a damn about you. You think I care about some over-hyped bitch that fucking NICHOLAS JAXX got in the mind of? You think I care about Rachel Stevens’ threats, or Aurora Snow’s big words? This may be personal to you Jason, it may be that you truly believe you can “silence the madman” or whatever it is you tell yourself so that you can continue to fight against impossible odds but to me this is just business. That’s all it is. I’m here to fulfil my personal destiny and if that means destroying you to get that done then so be it. But you want this company to be stable then take my advice and stop firing up the locker room against us because for every one that joins you, two more will join us. Its how the game is played Jason and I play it better than anybody.

Ebdon takes the title belt off his shoulder and holds it up as though it in some way goes to prove that statement.

Pete Ebdon: Right now the way I see it, you’ve got Angel Deveraux on your side and we’ve got Star. Blake Selters? He’s the wildcard. When he picks a side then on that day this war is over, as much as you may like to fight the good fight you can’t do so when you’re out of contract and living on the streets. Same goes for us. So why don’t you silence that ego of yours for five minutes and think about my offer. End the war and name your price. Refuse and I won’t be held responsible for what happens to you.

Ebdon begins to walk away but turns back and grins at Jason once again.

Pete Ebdon: Oh, and one more thing. You’re good with the inspirational little speeches, right? Then tonight I need one more from you and it’s not for my benefit but for everybody else’s in the locker room. Tell them that whatever problems they have with Payne or with Jaxx that those problems are best kept between them. Tell them that right now I may wear the Pantheon shirts and I may talk the Pantheon talk but as of this moment the things happening in this company remain simply business to me. You or anybody else seek to change that and what I did to Joseph St. John at Aversion Therapy will seem like a weekend spar treatment compared to what I do to the first person who pisses me off. They should know who I am and they should know what I’m capable of. We understand one another Jason?

Steve chooses not to make much of a response, simply letting his actions doing the talking. His stare back at Ebdon is intense, ice-blue eyes boring into his opponent as he steps up slightly, assuming an assertive body stance. He holds that stare for several long seconds before finally responding in a firm, commanding voice.

Steve Jason: Crystal. But just remember something, Ebdon. I let nothing slide. You just remember that before you go back to your buddies.

Ebdon just laughs, throwing the Prodigy Championship back across his shoulder and walking from the locker room. Jason pushes the door closed and the scene goes quiet for a rather long moment. Just then the door opposite Jason’s locker room opens as we see Drake Benjamin standing there with an odd smile on his face having obviously been listening in the whole time...
 

 

The camera pans around the darkened Dynasty Spectrum as the faithful fans roar with pride. We soon cut to the stage area where a strobe light begins to flash as “Anxiety” by Black Eyed Peas featuring Papa Roach begins to sound out as the volume within the Spectrum picks up even more.

I feel like I wanna smack somebody
Turn around and b*tch slap somebody
But I ain't goin' out bro (no, no, no)
I ain't givin' in to it (no, no, no)

On the Platinum Tron Joshua Payne is shown during a vicious attack on Timmy D. The scene then melts into a tempting photoshoot done by the Platinum Queen herself, Carliee Williams.

Anxieties bash my mind in
Terrorizing my soul like Bin Laden
But I ain't fallin' down bro (no, no, no)
I won't lose control bro (no, no, no)

Neon blue lights now dart across the stage while the crowd sings along with the lyrics.

Shackle and chained
My soul feels stained
I can't explain got an ich on my brain
Lately my whole aim is to maintain
And regain control of my mainframe

Several action shots suddenly begin flashing across the scene everywhere from battles in the ring to battles on the streets of the inner city of Philadelphia.

My bloods boiling its beatin' out propane
My train of thoughts more like a runaway train
I'm in a fast car drivin' in a fast lane
In the rain and I'm might just hydroplane

The strobe light begins to flash faster.

I don't fear none of my enemies
And I don't fear bullets from Uzis
I've been dealing with something that’s worse than these
That'll make you fall to your knees and that’s the…

And suddenly blast of pyro goes off and the noise in the arena is deafening as the camera suddenly pans over various signs thrown up throughout the arena.

The anxiety the sane and the insane rivalry
Paranoias brought me to my knees
Lord please please please
Take away my anxiety
The sane and the insane rivalry
Paranoias brought me to my knees
Lord please please please
Take away my anxiety

The PDW logo flashes across the screen quickly as the cameras cut to ringside.

 

We cut to backstage, where Steve Jason is walking down the Spectrum corridors, still looking slightly on-edge from his confrontation with Ebdon earlier in the night. He has a cell phone in his hand, which he currently has snapped open and is speaking into the mouthpiece, his eyes flickering around the corridor as he walks and talks.

Steve Jason: ...everything's just about fallen into place and going according to plan. Disclosure should be panning out pretty much exactly the way I want it to. Got any more suggestions on hand?

Steve falls quiet as he continues to walk down the corridow, passing a few PDW crew members as he obviously listens to the voice on the other end of the phone. After a few moments he continues.

Steve Jason: Absolutely. That's how it's going to pan out. No way in hell am I going to let last week fly, I'll tell you that. Payne, Ebdon, Jaxx, the lot of them... nobody's going to have a goddamn clue what's actually hit them. Hell, if the cards are played right, this could be the turning point. Is everything going to work out for you in that regard?

Again Steve falls quiet as the voice on the other end of the phone responds. Steve nods.

Steve Jason: Alright then, I'd say it's all about set then. I've got a few things to take care of myself, so I'll let you go. See you later.

Steve hangs up the phone and slides it into his pocket, then rounds the bend and suddenly comes to a stop. It's not quite clear who's on the other end of the bend at the moment, but by the look of sudden hostility crossing Steve's face, it cannot be anybody good. He raises his shoulders and assumes a ready stance as he stares at the unseen person, speaking in a harsh and short tone.

Steve Jason: Yeah? What?

In front of Steve Jason we see  a group of security guards all with their hands on tazers and each staring a whole through Steve Jason.

Guard: We have been ordered to escort you out of the building Mr. Jason.

Steve Jason: WHAT!!! By Who....

Guard: Unknown. We were just given the order that you have the night off and to escort you out of the building.

Steve Jason stands there looking at the guards, thinking of his options. He knew it was star. It had to be but then also know it could be Blake Selters as well. He spots something out of the corner of his eye and then tries to walk away from the guards, toward whoever it was he saw.

Steve Jason: Don't stand there looking so smug. Was this Blake Selters doing? WAS IT!!!

Before he could get far, Steve Jason is tackled to the ground and Handcuffed as he struggles to get up. The guards threatened to taze him if Steve Jason didn't calm down before escorting Steve Jason  toward the exit. Steve Jason pauses and looks over his shoulder.

Steve Jason: Tell Blake if this is his doing, he has some serious problems heading his way.

As Steve Jason is taken out of the building, the view pans around to show Drake an Catalina Benjamin standing watching him be carried out. They show no emotion toward anything Steve Jason says and simply goes back to what they were talking about, without saying a word for or against Steve Jason's claims

David Wright: Could it have been Blake Selters that had Steve Jason thrown out?

Reggie Stallworth: He's the only one here, isn't he? It had to be Blake Selters. It's obvious now Blake Selters is Pantheon.

 

 

Double Debut Match

Dante Gleason Poole vs. Giovianni Aries

Samanntha Jinx: The following match is one fall and it is a double debut match. Introducing  first making his way to the ring at this time, Please Welcome Dante Gleason POOL!!!!!

The opening moments of “Post Blue” echoes out, the lights begins to flash in the fashion of strobe lights. Videos clips flash on and off, showcasing the career of one Dante Gleason Poole. Blinding pyrotechnics explode upon the stage before Dante Poole himself step out from behind the curtains. Dante begins his walk down to the ring where he rolls in underneath the bottom rope. The lights return to normal as he stands there, taking in the view.

Samanntha Jinx: And his opponent in this match up, Making his way to the ring at this time, Please welcome  Giovanni ARIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

”TAKING BACK MY SILVER SPOON”

“ Take It Away” By The Used then cranks up over the arena as Giovianni Aries walks out on to the stage with a smug look on his face. He is decked out in his unbuttoned white Armani shirt and black Armani slacks with wrestling boots as the crowds boos him as he simply ignores them. He is focused on the ring as he makes his way down the ramp. He gets to the ring and takes off his shirt and gives it to the ringside attendant. He then warns her not to let anything happened to it. He slides into the ring and then takes a seat against the turnbuckle as he waits for the match to begin.

David Wright: Our first look at either of these men

Reggie Stallworth: New blood here in PDW that actually show up. What a concept eh...David?

David Wright: Indeed it is.

The bell rings and  Poole quickly tacks Aries down with a double leg takedown. He quickly moves to a side headlock but Aries is out of it and and locks Poole in a hammer lock. Poole gets to his feet and reverses the hammerlock  into one of his own. He steps in front of Aries and takes him over with a snap mare but gets both feet to the chest for his trouble. Poole goes down but both wrestlers get right back up and go stare each other down. Both men lock up  Aries goes behind Dante with a waist lock and then tries for a sleeperhold. Dante  turns into it and reverses the sleeper with a belly to back suplex. Aries lands hard on the back of his head.

David Wright: Great chain wrestling by both men here. We can see how this one will go.

Reggie Stallworth: Yeah no sneak attacks or anything no blood just...wrestling.

David Wright: Which is what this sport should be about.

Poole slowly pulls Aries up and nails him with a stiff forearm to the jaw. He whips Aries into the corner and moves in after him only to have Aries nail  him with a kick to the midsection. Aries  quickly hooks Poole and takes him over with a gutwrench suplex. He goes to grab Poole by the legs but Poole has hold of the  ropes causing the break. Aries pulls Poole up and then buries a shoulder into Poole's midsection in the corner. He goes for another shoulder but Poole manages to get  his knee up. Aries goes head first  into Poole's knee and then stumbles away.. Poole grabs Aries but Aries reverses it with a go behind and takes Poole over with a German suplex. Poole now lands hard on the back of his head.

David Wright: Counter wrestling doesn't get any better than this ladies and gentlemen.

Reggie Stallworth: My colleague is right. I'm still hoping to see a leg snap or arm broken off here but not getting my hopes up

Aries pulls Poole up and takes hi over  again with a Release German suplex. He quickly gets to his feet and looks to be going for a figure four but Poole reaches up and  rolls Aries up with a small package. He doesn't even get a one before Aries is out and to his feet. Poole tries  to get up but is locked in a front Facelock by Aries. Aries eases his legs up on the ropes giving him more leverage as Poole struggles to free himself. The referee manages to catch Aries out of the corner of his eye and calls for the break. Aries argues with the referee and is rolled up from Behind by Poole

one..

two...

Aries manages to kick out

David Wright: Aries using cheap tactics now so the match is gonna get a lot more interesting

Reggie Stallworth: It's about time. Now if this Dante guy would do the same, then we'd have a match.

Aries gets up quickly and charges at Poole. Poole takes the legs of Aries out from under him and quickly locks in an ankle lock. You hear Aries scream out in pain and struggle to reach the ropes. He looks to almost have the ropes but Poole pulls him back into the center of the ring. Aries look s like he's ready to tap but manages to roll through it sending Poole through the ropes to the outside of the ring. Poole quickly climbs back in and nails Aries in the back of the knee as he tries to get up.

David Wright: It looks as though Dante has found his weak spot.

Reggie Stallworth: First rule of wrestling find a body part and work it over. Break it off if you have to.

David Wright: I wouldn't go that far...

Reggie Stallworth: Which is why you get beat up by girl scouts.

Poole begins to kick and stomp on the knee of Aries. He drags Aries to the corner and slides out of the ring, slamming Aries leg against the ring post. Ares yells out in pain as he tries to stand , only to fall to his knees and have Poole shove him down from behind. Poole grabs Aries leg and quickly locks in a figure four leglock.  Aries begins to yell out in pain as  the referee asks him if he wants to give up Aries screams out no and begins to try and turn Poole over. Poole fights it but Aries  ends up turning over and now Poole is screaming out in pain but manages to grab the ropes. Both men struggle to get up and suddenly Aries nails a modified spinning neckbreaker. Both wrestlers go down and the referee begins to count

...1

...2

...3

...4

Poole manages to be the first to his feet.

David Wright: It was a good counter move by Giovonni but  it looks like it was all for nothing as Dante is the first man up

Reggie Stallworth:  I fear the more experienced Dante Gleason Poole may be drawing this one to a close

Poole begins to pull Aries up but Aries knocks his hand away and then rakes the eyes of Poole before falling back into a corner. Poole stumbles around  and Aries explodes out of the corner, nailing Poole with a clothesline . Pole gets back up and Aries takes up  down with an overhead belly to belly suplex. He quickly covers Poole but Poole is out at one. Aries stays on Poole grabbing him by the head and climbing the turnbuckles. He leaps off going for a tornado DDT but Poole blocks it. Poole nails Aries with an inverted atomic drop and then kicks him in the midsection. He goes for a vertical suplex but Aries drops down behind Poole and rolls him up for a pin attempt

one..

two...

Poole kicks out and rolls Aries  up in a small package

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Aries reverses it with a small package of his own

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Poole kicks out.

David Wright: Near fall after near fall. These men are putting on a show

Reggie Stallworth:  Even I have to admit, this is getting interesting. Even I wouldn't be brave enough to bet on who's gonna win this one

Aries is up first and pulls Poole up. H goes to whip Poole into the ropes but Poole reverses it sending  Aries into the ropes and then sets for a back body drop. Aries holds on to the ropes and goes to kick Poole but Poole grabs his. Poole spins Aries around and goes for a right hand. Aries ducks it bounces off the ropes and right into a tilt a whirl back breaker from Poole. Aries rolls around on the mat holding his back  but Poole quickly pulls him up and nails him with another backbreaker before leaning against the ropes to catch his breath

David Wright: What a series of backbreakers by Dante Gleason Poole. Rumors are he knows ever backbreaker mover there is and some not even in the books.

Reggie Stallworth:  Well Giovonni is definitely paying the price for that knowledge at the moment.

David Wright: Indeed he is.

Aries struggles and gets to his knees. Poole  charges at him but Aries trips Poole and rolls over grabbing Poole by the legs and locking in a Boston Crab Poole begins to scratch and claw trying to make it to the ropes but Aries drags him right back into the center of the ring. It almost looks as though Poole was going to tap but at the last moment he uses all his leg strength to reverse it into a Boston Crab of his own but Aries quickly grabs the ropes

Reggie Stallworth:  This has been a competitive match up from the beginning but who do you think is gonna come out of this on top

David Wright: Its now gonna come down to Mistakes. Whoever makes the big one is gonna end up on the losing end.

Poole releases the hold but quickly grabs Aries pulling him back into the center of the ring. He tries for a figure for but Aries shoves him off sending Poole shoulder first into the turnbuckle. Poole turns around stumbling holding his shoulder and Aries nails him with a modified shoulder breaker. Aries slowly gets to his feet pulling Poole with him. He places Poole's head on the bottom Turnbuckle and goes for the Decline of Western Civilization. Poole manages to move and grab  Aries by the leg He gets to his knees and locks in another ankle lock this time with a leg grapevine. Aries yells out in pain but  manages to just barely get his fingers on the bottom rope. Poole breaks the hold and gets up staring at the referee. Aries gets up and Poole turns around and charges  only for Aries to back body rope him over the top rope before falling to the mat face first.

Reggie Stallworth:  That could be it. The key mistake.

David Wright: you are absolutely right. What kind of damage  has been done to Dante Poole going over the top rope.

Poole rolls back in the ring as Aries gets to his feet. Aries pulls Pull up and takes him over with a snap suplex and then floats over for a pin attempt but Poole is to close to the ropes. He gets up and pulls Poole up again looking to land a second snap suplex but Poole buries a knee into Aries midsection  Poole holds on and knees Aries in the head before taking him over with a fisherman's suplex into a bridge for a a pin attempt.

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Aris kicks out but as Poole gets up reaches up, and pulls him into a pin attempt of his own

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Pool manages to kick out.

Reggie Stallworth:  What a match ladies and gentlemen. Even i'm impressed.

David Wright: You impressed. Now that is hard to believe.

Reggie Stallworth: What I look a good wrestling match every once and a while.

Both wrestlers slowly get up and the crowd is on their feet. Pool with a go behind. He shoves Aries into the ropes for a roll up but Aries holds on.  Poole gets to his feet and is met with a kick to the midsection. Aries bounces off the ropes but is met with a knee from Poole . Aries flips in the air and lands hard on the mat holding his midsection. Poole goes to drop a knee on Aries but Aries moves out  of the way. Aries climbs up on the second turnbuckle and leaped off look for a double ax handle. Out of no where Poole Catches him and takes him over with a huge spinebuster. He covers for the pin  and looks as though he has the tights but the referee doesn't see it

One

Two Aries struggles to kick out but can't in time.

Three

Samanntha Jinx:  Ladies and gentlemen. Here is your winner Dante Gleason POOLE!!!!!!!!!

David Wright: Dantre pulls it out but I could have sworn he had the tights.

Reggie Stallworth: Ref didn't see it therefore never happened. What a great comptetative match up this was.

 

On the video screen The Next belt is seen on the floor. There’s a cat sleeping next to it. As the camera pulls out, Inferno is seen sleeping on the floor nearby. The crowd cheers in response. Inferno stretches out and turns his back toward the camera.

Kayla: There he is. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.

Kayla walks over to Inferno.

Kayla: Hey, are you alright?

Jacob: He’s asleep.

She looks around.

Jacob: He has no match, thus he’s been sleeping here since before the show even began. I’m surprised he even showed up.

Kayla: Who is saying that?

Kayla becomes very confused. She doesn’t know where the voice is coming from.

Jacob: My name is Jacob. I’m the manager of Inferno.

Kayla: Where are you?

Jacob: I’m standing right next to you.

She turns around and sees no one but Inferno sleeping on the floor.

Jacob: Stop acting foolish. Anyway Inferno looked at the show description and saw he was expected to say something. So he has given me a prepared statement for me to read to all of you and especially Draven.

Kayla: Okay stop playing games.

I need the microphone.

Kayla: No, stop messing around. I don’t like pranks.

Jacob: No, in all seriousness, I need the microphone.

Kayla: Inferno, I know you have the all weird thing going for you, but this is a little ridiculous okay.

Kayla’s arm suddenly jerks forward. She tries to pull it back but some unseen force prevents her from moving her own arm.

Jacob: Hello. My name is Inferno. I do nothing with fire. I have prepared this statement so I could go to sleep and be left alone. Take the hint Kayla and slash or Anti-Kayla.

Kayla begins to freak out and fights to break free. Her cries are ignored.

Jacob: I, Efinn Rox, have several points I need to make. First of all, I need to apologize to my fans for my poor performance as of late. I know you’ve come to expect better from me. I usually walk into matches looking for a challenge. Now I am experiencing challenges that I need to overcome. The ball is in my court to improve which I will now do. I hope I am successful with these upgrades. Second, if I have any fans, please visit my profile on myspace and tell me why you are a fan. I honestly don’t know why you would be. Thirdly, this is mostly directed at Draven, you seem to have the special and rare ability to kick my ass. So in response I’m pretty much giving you the green light to come after the Next Big Thing championship. I know I don’t have any power to make matches. However, if Star isn’t entirely in la-la land with her Pantheon plot device and still wants to have a successful company that displays quality matches that thoroughly entertain everyone, I suggest she makes this match. Let’s see what I can do when I’m at one hundred percentile, no errors, no miss.

Kayla’s arm is finally freed and she stumbles back onto the floor. As she looks around with fear in her eyes, she scrambles to her feet and runs away. The camera focuses on Inferno who is still asleep. A paper drops down onto the floor near him. The statement which was just read is seen written on the paper. Inferno yawns and changes positions again. The scene fades to black

David Wright: The trend continues . First Joshua Payne challenged Steve Jason and now another champion challenges someone. I'm sure Draven will have an answer soon to that challenge.

Reggie Stallworth: Probably will agree to a good hard wrestling match. It just makes me sick.

 

 

Backstage we see Pete Ebdon pulling on a t-shirt that reads “The True Messiah of This Sport” over the top of his wrestling gear and removing a roll of white tape from his bag, beginning to tape his wrists and fists. Christy Matthews sits not far away with the PDW Prodigy Championship in her hands shining it up. Her eyes go wide as she looks behind Ebdon to see Aurora Snow standing there with a steel chair. Without even turning however Ebdon just laughs.

Pete Ebdon: Believe me Ms Snow; you don’t want to do this.

He turns to see a confused look on her face, wondering how he knew she was there.

Pete Ebdon: See I’ve been listening to you talking the past few weeks about how you’re waging war against the Pantheon and between you and I I’d advise that war stops right now before you get hurt. You’ve already got an ambulance match this week with Jason Stone and considering what he did to you already I wonder why it is you’re so eager to continue this little one-woman suicide run. You want some free advice? Take the chair and auction it on eBay, add even more to your overly stacked bank account. Pay a few surgeons to fix your feet and then pretend none of this ever happened.

Aurora smirks, lowers the chair and places it on the floor in front of her, not taking her eyes off of Ebdon, she slys her eyes a little and laughs.

Aurora Snow: Did you really think what that little bitch Stone did to my feet? On the contrary actually, it's just pissed me off enough to really bring some violence to that match this week, trust me after I am done with Stone you won’t recognize him, he'll be begging for mercy.

Ebdon just smirks.

Pete Ebdon: Well personally I’m glad to hear that, violence was always so good for business after all. I have to admit however that this little meeting is a little fortunate for me; see I had aspirations of bumping in to you tonight. I wanted to make you an offer, the same offer I made Steve Jason earlier tonight and the same offer I now extend to the entire locker room and that I’d be appreciative if you could personally deliver for me. Stop.

She looks as though she’s about to say “stop what?” but Ebdon cuts her off before the sound leaves her lips.

Pete Ebdon: Stop coming after us because you know what? It’ll get you killed. Steve Jason is a big boy and if he chooses to commit career suicide by coming up against us then so be it but despite what Joshua Payne, Nicholas Jaxx or even Jason Stone may think about women and their place in this business I hold absolutely no ill-will toward you Ms Snow. In fact if not for your position in the Platinum Cup tournament that I intend to win in a few weeks time I would be completely indifferent to you if not for the nasty habit you’ve got of making threats against us. So tell me, what is it that you want to make those threats stop? I have no intention of getting in to a blood feud with half the locker room, that’s Payne’s bit. To me this little game and the Pantheon in general is just business. Name your price Ms Snow, then take your chair and your plans for cheap-shots and focus your anger on somebody else.

Aurora smirks and looks down to the floor shaking her head and chuckling, her chuckle getting more and more maniacal by the day, then a sick grin spreads across her face as she looks right into Ebdon's eyes.

Aurora Snow: I don't fear death.

She takes a step closer, her hands not coming off the chair as she does.

Aurora Snow: Sadly for The Pantheon these are not threats, thus far it's been nothing but action. Stone had no idea what he's done now, no idea what monster he's released in me, I may be a pretty face, a rich bitch, but underneath it all, there's a little bitch, and she's about to resurface, fuck you and fuck everyone else in this god damned fed. It's time for me to shine, and taking you all out would give me nothing but pure joy.

Ebdon slowly begins to shake his head.

Pete Ebdon: That’s bad news Ms Snow and far from what I wanted to hear. See I’m not a sadistic person. I admit I’ve done some very sadistic things in my career – I’ve hung people from the rafters, I’ve crucified men who were stupid enough to go up against me and I’ve screwed so very many people out of what they wanted more than anything else in the world but those actions weren’t of an uncontrolled lunatic, they were those of a very cunning individual who knows how to torture people without even laying a finger on them. If I so choose to Ms Snow I could fuck up your career so badly that you’ll be left wondering why it was that you ever got in to this business to begin with... but then last time I checked your career was far from on the right track to begin with, was it?

Ebdon smirks yet again.

Pete Ebdon: I can change that for you if you so wish. I could make it so that you get all the opportunities that you rightfully deserve. I could ensure that your name is mentioned amongst the greatest that have ever laced up their boots. I can do that for you but only if you make the right choice here and now. If you swing that chair against the Pantheon then we will destroy your career. If you swing that chair against me personally then I will destroy your very existence. And for a woman who once thought herself a vampire from what I hear it may seem like a hard task to destroy such a life but believe me Ms Snow, I’ll find a way. I offer you this one final chance to call off your war. I offer you one final chance to name a price and walk away, be it a championship shot or simply a main event-oriented career I can make it happen for you. You fire off one more shot in this war though, aside from your match this evening against Stone that is, and that offer disappears. So tell me, what’s it to be?

Aurora laughs that sick little laugh again. She puts the chair out in front of her, holding it with her thumb and forefinger, dropping it in-between them. She licks her lips; it had been a while since someone mentioned her ugly past.

Aurora Snow: You've done your research on me it seems, very good Mr Ebdon.

She claps a sarcastic clap. Ebdon kicks the chair across the room toward Christy without taking his eyes off of the woman in front of him.

Pete Ebdon: I told you already Ms Snow, to me this is a business and I make a habit of finding out everything that I can about those who try to turn it in to something more. Believe me when I tell you that you do not want a war.

Aurora Snow: Did you think this was over?

She begins to laugh again shaking her head once more

Aurora Snow: This is just the beginning my dear Ebdon, I'd just rather do this in another way; steel chairs are over rated anyway.

Christy picks up the chair and begins to admire it but Ebdon holds up a hand to stop her from making a move.

Pete Ebdon: I find that any weapon in the right hands can be just as effective and a steel chair has so very many uses when wielded by the right individual, but then I’m sure there are a lot of people who will be finding that out for themselves sooner or later. One last chance Ms Snow, name your price and walk away.

Aurora Snow: I never walk away from a war... no deal sorry to burst your bubble, but if your little dog over there is planning to hit me with that chair, she better be long gone across the country when I wake up, cause if I get my hands on her, she won’t live to see another day, and that is a promise.

Christy Matthews: Bite me blondie. Oh wait; you’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?

Ebdon holds up a hand to stop her saying anything more and she just glares angrily at Aurora Snow.

Pete Ebdon: Leave her out of this. This is between you and the Pantheon; she’s got nothing to do with us.

Christy Matthews: It’s ok, I can –

Pete Ebdon: You see Ms Snow this is precisely what I’m afraid of happening if a war truly does start in this company because any war that the Americans have traditionally been involved in has ended with an awful lot of collateral damage on both sides, hasn’t it? And me? I’m not one for watching the innocent suffer.

Aurora Snow scoffs and Ebdon continues to look at her, his expression completely unchanging.

Pete Ebdon: That surprises you? I may be associated with Joshua Payne but he and I differ on many things Ms Snow. He shows women no respect at all; I prefer to take the opposite route. Consider me a gentlemen in that way. He enjoys watching the innocent bleed; I would rather keep collateral damage to a minimum and if a war begins in this company then that simply will not happen. Still I believe I already have your answer, don’t I? Now either walk away or make a move because I’ve grown bored of this conversation...

Ebdon turns from her and begins to unwind the white tape and continue to wrap his left wrist. Aurora smirks and steps back a few steps not taking her eyes off either of them, never turn your back on the enemy, she opens the door and just shakes her head saying one last thing before walking out the door and blowing a kiss in their direction.

Aurora Snow: Seen you soon darlings, this was an invigorating conversation; we should do it again sometime.

And with that the door closes behind her. Christy throws the chair down angrily and grabs the tape out of her boyfriend’s hand.

Christy Matthews: I can talk for myself.

Pete Ebdon: I know, I’m sorry ok? But the very last thing I want is for you to get hurt because of anything that I’ve done. After last week with Payne I...

Christy Matthews: It’s ok, I told you. I’ve had guys treat me worse before, you know?

Pete Ebdon: I won’t let it happen again, that’s all I’m saying. And I’ll be damned if somebody like Aurora Snow is the one to hurt you. She’s far, far more dangerous than anybody around here gives her credit for and whether she’s fighting with Jason or against him I will not let this get out of hand.

Christy looks at him and sees the responsibility he seems to be taking for this whole situation. The proverbial weight on his shoulders and puts her arms around him, holding him tightly.

Christy Matthews: You know this isn’t your fault though, right? You didn’t plan any of this...

Pete Ebdon: I’m responsible one way or another. The Pantheon was as much my doing as Payne’s. He’s taking it to another level and trying to wipe out the competition and I don’t know how far he’s willing to take it, least of all after I raise that Platinum Cup above my head. I won’t see you hurt for my mistakes.

She looks at him again then and with awe in her eyes. She knew what would happen when Payne found him of course, there were already rumors that he’d seen the little incident earlier with Jason and was on the warpath already but still he was trying so very hard to keep everything under control. Ebdon finishes taping up his fist and drops the tape back in the bag, placing the Prodigy Championship belt across his shoulder once again. The scene to outside the locker room and we see Catalina Benjamin now watching Aurora leave before looking back at locker room door, shaking her head and walking off.

 

Debut Match

The Real Speed Vs Joker

Samanntha Jinx: The following match is one fall. Introducing first making his way to the ring at this time JOKER!!!!!!!!!

Several seconds go by and the PDW logo remains hovering on the screen of the titantron, murmurs begin to fill the arena courtesy of the fans who wait in the arena. The seconds go by with no activity from the ramp and the murmurs turn to more boos, the second the angry voices of the fans fill the arena the lights began to flicker until they blink out completely leaving the arena in total darkness.

Two seconds later the spotlights on the rafter turned on, instead of being white they were bright green and blue, circus music erupts from the speakers before becoming distorted, eventually ending as Saliva‘s Welcome To The Show booms, the fans begin to cheer wildly screaming and chanting ˜PDW!" and ˜Joker", the sound of clapping hands and stomping feet echoed soundly through the arena.

The ramp remains empty as the song got into it's first chorus:

Ladies and gentlemen please
Would you bring your attention to me?
For a feast for your eyes to see
An explosion of catastrophe

As the last sentence was said a flurry of green, red and white fireworks began to fall onto the ramp covering it, from behind it the outline of a person could be seen jumping up and down behind it.

As the fireworks fades a brown skinned male with white and green face paint can be seen standing at the center a grin on his painted face. Clad in a white, gold and black hat on his head, a baggy tie-dye t-shirt and a pair of baggy green jeans with a chain hanging from his pocket, and dark green wrestling boots.

As he skips down the ramp he leans over slapping the hands of those extended to him. Pausing by the guard rail he leaned in close enough for a young girl to take a picture of him, she had her face painted as well and was missing two front teeth yet continued to smile as Joker bowed to her before moving up the steel steps and walking across the apron.

Climbing through the middle rope he spins around and pumps his fist into the air before looking to the ramp for his opponent, a cheerful grin resting upon his painted face.

Samanntha Jinx: And Now making his way to the ring at this time. Making his PDW debut please welcome The Real SPEED!!!!!!!!!!!

"The Death Song" plays over the PA as the lights dim down and two white spotlights focus on the curtain at the entrance ramp.

"we're on a bullet
and we're headed straight into god
even he'd like to end it too
we take a pill, get a face
buy our ticket
and we hope that heaven's true
I saw a cop beat a priest on the TV
and they know they killed our heroes too"

Speed comes out from behind the curtain as he stands in the spotlight wearing a set of white robes, with the hood on. In one hand is his golden kendo stick which he raises in the air. He casually walks down to the ring as the music keeps playing.

"We sing the death song kids
because we've got no future
and we want to be just like you
and we want to be just like you"

Speed rolls underneath the bottom ring rope as he heads towards the corner turnbuckle and places his kendo stick in between the steel steps and the ring. He then makes his way to the center of the ring where he takes off his hoods and stretches out his arms in a messiac position as he soaks in the chorus of boos raining down upon him.

-Finish it with either Speed waiting for his opponent, or looking towards his opponent with an arrogant smirk as he beckons them towards him

David Wright: What do you make of these two men?

Reggie Stallworth: Well Joker seems to be a joke to me but this Real Speed is even worse. I'd say fans this is the time to take a nice long trip to the fridge or the can.

David Wright: Do you ever stop. Is that possible. Lets just get to the match.

Joker and The Real Speed circle each other a bit as the referee calls for the bell as Joker just starts laughing at The Real Speed who doesn’t know how quite to take it.

David Wright: Folks, we have yet another debut match between Joker and The Real Speed.

Reggie Stallworth: Did Star go on a signing spree or something.

David Wright: I don’t know ,but this should be an interesting match up as neither of them know what to expect from each other. 

Reggie Stallworth: Yeah I guess but I will tell you one thing Joker kind of freaks me out.

Joker and The Real Speed lock up as Joker catches The Real Speed off guard right away with an European uppercut to the jaw. The Real Speed reels back a bit as Joker takes the opening to charge at The Real Speed as he spears him to the mat. Joker jumps up as he give The Real Speed a couple boots to the chest before picking him back up. Joker now whips The Real Speed into the ropes as The Real Speed bounces off the ropes right into a waiting Joker who delivers a devastating belly to belly suplex as The Real Speed bounces to the edge of apron. The Real Speed rolls out of the ring to catch his breath.

David Wright: Joker has dominated this match so far.

Reggie Stallworth: Though smart move by The Real Speed to get out of there and catch his breath.

David Wright: I don’t know how smart.

With that said Joker bounces off the opposite ropes and charges toward The Real Speed as he jumps on the top rope and to the outside as he attempts a Shooting Star Press to the outside. The Real Speed sees this as he moves out of the way at the very last second. Joker crashes hard on the outside as the ref restarts the ten count. The Real Speed takes advantage as he picks up Joker knees him in the gut. The Real Speed then delivers an nasty ddt on the outside floor. The ref count is now up to 6 as he rolls in and rolls right back out to break the count. Joker now struggles to his feet still feeling the affects of the missed Shooting Star Press. The Real Speed comes over to Joker and helps to his feet as he rolls him into the ring. The Real Speed follows him into the ring. Joker stands up as The Real Speed charges in for a clothesline as Joker ducks the attempt as The Real Speed turns around and is met with shot to the gut and a swinging neckbreaker. Joker now heads for the top rope.

David Wright: Joker going up for another high risk move.

Reggie Stallworth: Let’s just hope this one turns out better than the last one did.

Joker now perched on the top rope waits as The Real Speed gets to his feet. He regains his senses as he turns right into a Missile Dropkick. Joker crawls over and makes the cover.

1……………

2………

David Wright: The Real Speed kicks out as this match isn’t over yet.

Joker now picks up The Real Speed as The Real Speed breaks Joker’s grasp up him and fires back at Joker with an couple elbow to the face. He then connects with a spinning elbow that sends Joker reeling into the ropes. The Real Speed now grabs Joker up in a suplex and hangs him out to dry on the top rope. The Real Speed pulls Joker down to the mat. The Real Speed now mounts Joker and begins deliver punches to Joker’s head as Joker blocks The Real Speed’s last punch as Joker then headbutts The Real Speed and pushes him off. Joker climbs to his feet as The Real Speed does too. Joker is quicker to the draw as he charges at The Real Speed and takes him down with a running STO. Joker picks up The Real Speed again this them he takes The Real Speed up and over with a Judgment Slam.

Reggie Stallworth: Joker is taking real control of this match now.

David Wright: The Real Speed though isn’t out of it yet.

Joker now applies a rear naked choke as The Real Speed is close enough to the ropes as he grabs a hold of them. The ref tells Joker to break the choke hold as he starts counts to 5. Joker lets go of the hold and picks up The Real Speed. He proceeds to whip The Real Speed into the ropes as Joker is met with Yazuka kick to the face by The Real Speed. Joker bounces right back up ,but walks right into an Exploder suplex. Joker crashes hard to the mat as The Real Speed climbs to the top rope slowly as this gives Joker time to get to his feet. Joker then runs up and meets him with a forearm shot to the head as this knocks The Real Speed off balance on the top turnbuckle. Joker climbs up and hip tosses The Real Speed to the ground. Joker drops down and picks up The Real Speed from behind as Joker jumps up on the top turnbuckle as he still has a hold of The Real Speed. Joker then somersaults forward as he delivers the Diamond Dust to The Real Speed. The Joker now climbs to his feet as he waits for The Real Speed get to his feet.

David Wright: Joker is waiting.

Reggie Stallworth: The Real Speed is struggling to do that.

The Real Speed finally does as Joker kicks him in the gut and goes for a fireman carry as The Real Speed reverses it into a backslide pin attempt ,but Joker blocks the attempt as he reverses the pin attempt back into a fireman’s carry. Joker begins laughing and spinning around in a circle as he delivers a Death Valley Driver. Joker abruptly quits laughing as he makes the cover.

David Wright: JOKER HITS THE LAUGHING BOY!!!!!!

Reggie Stallworth: He makes the cover.

1………………..

2………………….

3!!!!!!!!!

The ref hits the mat for the last time as he jumps up and calls for the bell.

Samantha Jixx: Here is your winner……..JOKER!

David Wright: Joker is impressive in his PDW Disclosure debut.

Reggie Stallworth: He should make some serious noise here ,but he still freaks me out.

Can you feel that?
Ah, shit

Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
(Will you give in to me?)
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me
(Will you give in to me?)

Spotlights begin to swoop around the arena as the opening chords of ‘Down With the Sickness’ by Disturbed cues up on the arena’s sound system as the crowd erupts in a chorus of boos.

Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes (oh no)
There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me

The lights continue to circle until finally they notice movement as two men push through the crowd making their way to the ring.

Get up; come on get down with the sickness
Get up; come on get down with the sickness
Get up; come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up; come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift that has been given to me

The two men push their way through the masses as ‘One’ a member of Pantheon security pushes his way through as ‘Your Messiah’ Joshua Payne follows holding his Platinum Championship over his shoulder.

I can see inside you, the sickness is rising
Don't try to deny what you feel
(Will you give in to me?)
It seems that all that was good has died
And is decaying in me
(Will you give in to me?)

It seems you're having some trouble
In dealing with these changes
Living with these changes (oh no)
The world is a scary place
Now that you've woken up the demon in me

Josh finally reaches the ringside area where he leaps over the barricade and dives under the bottom rope into the ring. ‘One’ immediately walks to the entranceway turning his back to the ring and staring up towards the Platinum-Tron.

Get up; come on get down with the sickness
Get up; come on get down with the sickness
Get up; come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up; come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift that has been given to me

And when I dream
And when I dream
And when I dream
And when I dream

Josh immediately mounts the ring ropes placing his left foot on the top rope and his right foot on the second rope throwing his hand in the air holding the Platinum Title over his head before dropping to the mat and doing it on the opposite side of the ring. He snatches the microphone from the hand of Sammantha Jinx and pacing around the ring angrily and visible upset. He throws the title across his shoulder before leaning across the ropes and screaming up at the stage.

Joshua Payne: STEVE JASON!!

The crowd pops wildly at the mention of that name but Payne ignores them.

Joshua Payne: You think I’ve forgotten about you Jason? You think that your speech last week went unnoticed by me? For years I’ve been preparing for this very moment, the wheels of fate were set in motion long ago and if you think that I’ll allow someone as truly worthless as you to stop that now? It seems that you’re forcing yourself in to the role of the talisman for the locker room however, you’re becoming the leader of the resistance against the Pantheon and that cannot be allowed. I’ve said it many times; you’re either with us or against us and you, Steve Jason, have made your position more than clear. Last week I dealt with you like the human-garbage that you are, this week I will finish the job.

The fans boo but once again Payne just ignores them all.

Joshua Payne: So Steve Jason, you want to fight the Pantheon? You want to shut my mouth? Well it’s just me out here right now and I’m waiting on you...

The fans begin chanting Jason’s name loudly as Payne paces angrily across the ring.

David Wright: The Platinum Champion is obviously not in a good mood here tonight, is he?

Reggie Stallworth: Does he have a reason to be? Last week he was screwed out of the tag team championship...

David Wright: I’d hardly say he was screwed, I mean Blake Selters just thought that –

Reggie Stallworth: Excuse me; don’t interrupt me when I’m talking. I know you’re in love with the sound of your own voice but that doesn’t give you the right to talk over me. Now, as I was saying, last week this man was SCREWED out of the tag team championship as well as being confronted by Steve Jason, who’s trying to recruit the locker room to do his dirty work for him. Jason is too big a coward to fight the Pantheon alone and –

David Wright: Ok, stop right there because honestly, you’ve GOT to be kidding me now. The fact Steve Jason doesn’t want to charge in to a four on one beat down makes him a coward?

Reggie Stallworth: I don’t see four guys out here right now. I see ONE!

David Wright: And I smell a trap. Are you telling me that Nicholas Jaxx isn’t lurking somewhere ready to pounce? Or that Jason Stone wouldn’t kill for the chance to impress Payne by jumping Jason from behind? Or that even that... whatever it was we saw between Ebdon and Jason earlier wasn’t just some mind-game to get Jason forgetting about Ebdon? This has “set up” written all over it.

In the ring Payne is still pacing back and forth. He rolls from the ring and throws Sammantha Jinx off her chair, hurling that in to the ring before rolling in under the bottom rope and setting the chair up in the middle of the ring. He sits down on it, crossing his legs and tapping the microphone impatiently.

Joshua Payne: C’mon Jason, I’ve got all night.

The fans start booing loudly and hurling random bits of food in to the ring. A hotdog lands a few inches in front of Payne and he picks it up to consider eating it when a large, mostly full cup of soda hits him and he goes mental, grabbing the food and throwing it back in the direction that the drink came from. The fans boo him even more, starting a “PAYNE SUCKS” chant. Payne, still irate over the soda, lunges at a fan and is just about stopped in time by security before he gets his hands on the fan. He rolls back in to the ring and grabs the microphone, even angrier than before now.

Joshua Payne: These are the people you’re proud to represent Jason? This pond scum knows nothing of the likes of men like me!

The chant changes now in to “FUCK YOU PAYNE” that rings around the arena.

David Wright: Ladies and gentlemen we apologize for the use of colourful language by our fans here tonight.

Reggie Stallworth: They can’t say that sort of thing to him! Don’t they know who he is?

More food comes flying in to the ring and Payne continues throwing it back at the crowd before raising the microphone yet again.

Joshua Payne: FINE! It didn’t need to be this way Jason; we could have settled this like men. But if you won’t come out here you leave me no choice but to go back there...

The fans cheer wildly as Payne rolls from the ring and storms up the entrance ramp, disappearing behind the curtain. A “LETS GO JASON” chant picks up around the arena now as the security who were previously guarding the fan that had angered Payne begin instead to clear out the rubbish from the ring.

Reggie Stallworth: That didn’t go quite the way the champion had in mind. Still, Jason is going to get his before the night is done!

David Wright: You just keep telling yourself that Reggie...

 

Suddenly Kingpin appears on the screen. He sits smoking a cigar with the Cyber Championship sitting in his lap. As he comes to us live via satellite.

Kingpin: Hello PDW, and hello America. It is I, your PDW Cyber Champion The Kingpin. Now you may be saying I’m not the official cyber champion, but the way I see it I am. No woman could ever hold a title that a man can hold. Hannah St. John. So do yourself a favor, instead of putting your wrestling gear on, just put on some make up and a nice little tight outfit. Maybe then instead of smashing your face, well…I’ll just smash something else.

You’ve got two choices and two choice only. Hannah A walks to the ring next week and gets beat within an inch of her life. Hannah B can apologize for stepping into a mans world and become my woman servant, whom I shall do with as I wish. The choice is yours girl, and for your sake I hope you make the right one.

The screen goes black for a moment before showing Hannah St. John, going into Blake Selters' office and slamming the door closed behind her.

 

 

Not for the first time tonight we see Christy Matthews sitting backstage on top of a pile of wooden crates, obviously keeping her distance from the Pantheon locker room after everything that happened last week between her and Joshua Payne, and especially after Payne’s reaction to seeing Ebdon talking to Steve Jason earlier tonight. She’s still holding the brand new PDW Prodigy Championship belt however and swinging her legs in boredom, obviously waiting for her other half to return from wherever it is he’s disappeared to this time. The bored look on her face changes to one of great concern however as Drake and Catalina Benjamin walk down the corridor eyeing her as they approach. She jumps off the crates, taking a few steps backwards and right in to the man she’d been waiting for. Pete Ebdon takes the Prodigy Championship from her and places it across his shoulder again as he gives her a quick kiss before turning to the Benjamin’s who are now just feet away from the duo with a grin.

Pete Ebdon: Well I’ll be, if it isn’t the attempted Show Stealer himself. Tell me Drake, what were the odds on you and your wife beating out the Pantheon in pure seconds of airtime this week? I’m assuming that that’s why you’re here, trying to get your faces on television a little more so that everybody knows who you are but I’ve got some bad news for you Drake, all you are is just another new nobody in this company and if you’re anything like the others I’ll give you two weeks before you put your tail between your legs and run for the hills as well.

Drake looks at Catalina and then back toward Pete Ebdon without changing his facial expression or twitching in the least. There was just no show of emotion what so ever accept for a slight nod of the head.

Drake Benjamin: Don’t waste time with petty insults as we are not any enemy of you… yet. Besides, from what I’ve seen you are the man with the brains in the Pantheon and are smart enough to think for yourself. You already know we are here for far more than airtime. Just because we haven’t made our intentions fully known doesn’t we aren’t taking note on everything from Steve Jason fighting the good fight to Joshua Payne’s revolution of sorts to the stand out that is Pete Ebdon.

Catalina Benjamin: Like the fact that Pete Ebdon happens to be one of the most sound individuals in the company.

Ebdon looks at the pair of them and can hardly contain a smile.

Pete Ebdon: Interesting, so you’re here to compliment me? Either that or you both want something in particular and you don’t want me standing between you and whatever that may be. Like, for example, those tag team championship belts that your good buddy Blake stole practically from within our grasp last week. Now tell me, why would he do something like that? For the bullshit reasons he was ranting about earlier, about how things have to be “earned against quality opponents” or whatever it was he was bitching about or could it be that he has other intentions? You two seem to be his closest buddies, how’s about you fill me in on the dirty little secrets?

Catalina Benjamin: My, my. Perhaps you being smart wasn’t a strong point. Think Pete. What brings in ratings? Carnage. If he sets you free on unsuspecting teams and week after week people tune in to see you bloody and batter team after team. It equals ratings. The fans tune in each week just to be disappointed.

Drake Benjamin: A man such as yourself should enjoy that.

Drake and Catalina look at each other a lost with disappointment that they had to explain that.

Drake Benjamin: Of course there is also a chance Pantheon will have fallen. Steve Jason would be no more. Well then I guess it would be up to us to cause the carnage.

Ebdon shakes his head slowly.

Pete Ebdon: So that the deal with you two, huh? You’re Blake Selters’ mouthpieces? Pity, I expected more, see Blake should already know that whether he hordes those belts for himself or just hands them over to us on a silver platter he is guaranteed carnage anyway because simply put that’s just what we do. But yet he knows that, doesn’t he? And that’s no doubt why he sent you two to snoop around for him. I know you were listening earlier Drake and I know that you’ve been watching me closely tonight so I’ll ask again and this time maybe I’ll speak a little slower so you better understand: what is your connection to Selters and why are you even here? I’m sick of waiting for you to “reveal your secrets”; if Selters is building an army of second-rate retards then I want to know about it now.

Drake finally cracks a smile. Pete’s words were interesting to say the least but it was all for nothing.

Drake Benjamin: True Blake brought us in and we do associate with him but I like intelligence. I would be willing to chat with you as well and discuss things that many including Joshua Payne himself would not understand. You see we have free Reign here. Our loyalties are to ourselves and who we deem fit to associate with.

Catalina Benjamin: While true we listen. It is for our own benefit. We have no intentions of playing the back and forth, he said she said game. We would welcome a serious conversation with you as we would with Steve Jason as well. Call it a search for something more. Something that let’s face it many in this company lack. Until then it is more interesting to watch this war unfold and how each prepares for it, including you.

Ebdon smirks and shakes his head slowly.

Pete Ebdon: That’s all I seem to hear about everywhere I go. “The war”! You people need to learn to sing a new song because this one is getting so very old.

Ebdon adjusts the championship belt on his shoulder and looks from one of the Benjamin’s to the other with a sly grin slowly forming on his face. Quite what is going through his mind however is anybody’s guess.

Pete Ebdon: It seems that no matter how hard I may try and what offers I may make to attempt to counteract the work of Payne over the past few weeks that the war is inevitable though; Jason was somewhat less than willing to accept my offer of peace, as was Aurora Snow. So with that in mind maybe I’m sick of playing the peace keeper, what is it they say about bringing a knife to a gunfight? Tell me though kids, what good will watching do you if war truly is inevitable? Are you simply going to play the role of Blake Selters’ bitches as the rest of the company tears itself apart? From what I’ve gathered so far there’s only two sides to this particular conflict and right now he’s unwilling to pick a side, but are you?

Ebdon looks at Catalina Benjamin for a moment and then straight in to the eyes of Drake.

Pete Ebdon: Interrupting tournament matches, interrupting MY matches and walking around like you own the place – not three things I would recommend anybody in any company decide to take it upon themselves to do, least of all two fresh faced kids like yourselves. If what you say is true, if the leash that Selters has around your necks does stretch far enough from him that some may actually consider you independent then I’d recommend you think very carefully before you get involved in any battle that puts you in direct conflict with me because sooner or later you’re going to find out that I’m not a nice person to wage a war against.

He adjusts the championship belt on his shoulder again before shaking his head slowly.

Pete Ebdon: After you get bored of snooping around in the shadows tonight why don’t you give your good buddy a message from me: tell him that he had better start to make his decisions with his head! Tell him that for as long as Angelique Deveraux stands against us and Star Deveraux stands with us that any decision he makes will forever be considered suspect by one side or the other. Tell him that sitting on the fence in the middle of a warzone is guaranteed not to keep you safe but to only get you killed and tell him that when this so-called “war” is done there will only be one side victorious and that I will be standing on that side.

He shakes his head slowly.

Pete Ebdon: Blake Selters may long to play the role of a wild card in the conflict that’s apparently just dawning on this company but if you kids have the brains that you claim to admire then you’ll know that no wild card can help him when he’s holding a hand full of eights and nines and I’ve just slapped down a royal flush. So think carefully before you continue stalking me tonight, think about what you really want from your careers and then think about who it is who can actually deliver those dreams and aspirations because I promise you that if Blake Selters goes against me – not the Pantheon, just me – that I will tear through anything and everything that stands between us to get to him and you do not want to be in my way if I do.

Ebdon turns and takes Christy by the hand, walking away and leaving the two Benjamin’s to think through what he’s said.

Debut Tag Match

Tatiana & Ace of Spades vs Drake & Catalina Benjamin

Sammantha Jinx: The following match is now a two on one handicap Match. Introducing first making her way to the ring at this time "The Queen of Hearts" Tatiana!!!!!!

“Breathe Today” by Flyleaf starts to play on the sound system as a picture of a queen of hearts from a deck of playing cards appears on the video screen. Tatiana Gregoravich walks out from back stage with a smug smile playing on her lips. She makes her way down to the ring with her manager, Charles Porter at her side. She walks up the steel steps and Charles holds open the second and first ropes so that Tatiana can climb through easily. Charles jumps down to wait outside the ring as she stretches and waits for the match to begin.

Sammantha Jinx: And her opponents. Making their way to the ring at this time "The King Cobra" Drake Benjamin and "The Black Widow" Catalina Benjamin also known as CHI TOWN SYNDICATE!!!

Evil Angel by Breaking Benjamin hits in the arena as the lights go dim. The video screen comes to life with a view of a black widow spider biting someone before switching to a close up of Catalina's face. The view of Catalina's face fades and is replaced by a view of the words Black Widow before switching to Catalina doing a split in the ring and then spinning her way back to her feet. Catalina is shown holding a sword up and running her fingers along the edge of the blade before switching to showing her leaping up and nailing someone with an enziguri to the face. The scene then switches to her walking along the ropes before leaping off nailing someone with a Pele kick off the ropes. The video screen switches to Catalina standing in the rain looking down at the city from on top of a tall building. A close up of of Catalina's face is shown before switching  to Catalina being turned around and pulled into a deep kiss by Drake Benjamin. Another close up of Catalina is shown before switching to her breaking a board with a kick and then finally settling in on Catalina doing a backflip over the ropes  to the arena floor and Catalina nailing someone with a 2x4 across the head. The words Black Widow finally flash across the screen and the video begins to replay. We first see Drake emerge from the curtain. He shows no emotion on his face as he turns a bit and extends his hand. Soon we see the hand of Catalina move from behind the curtain. Drake gently pulls Catalina from behind the curtain and pulls her up against him. Drake lowers his head a bit as he runs his hands down Catalina's hips. Catalina leans her head back a bit as it looks like Drake is going to kiss her neck. Catalina pushes Drake away with a smirk before walking slowly down the ramp as Drake follows her. Drake slides into the ring and stands in the center as Catalina stops at the end of the ramp. Drake stares emotionless down at Catalina as she runs and jumps up on the apron. Drake gives Catalina a smirk as she jumps over the top rope. Drake drops down to one knee as Catalina walks towards him. We see her look down at him as slowly rises to his feet running his hands over her hips. Catalina grabs a handful of Drake's hair and pulls him into a forceful kiss before pushing away from him. Drake smirks and licks his lips as he exits the ring. Catalina takes a seat on the top turnbuckle as she waits for the match to start.

Reggie Stallworth: What the hell is going on? Drake's taking a seat at ringside and he's not even dressed to wrestle.

David Wright:  And Drake has a bottle of Vodka in his hands. What is going on out here?

Reggie Stallworth: I don't know but why aren't they taking advantage of this two on one situation

Tatiana immediately charges  Catalina but she does a split, dropping down in the center of the ring avoiding Tatiana move. Catalina gets up as Tatiana turns around , does a backflip and nails Tatiana with a Pele kick. Tataina falls back against the ropes and Catalina quickly grabs her and whips her across the ring. Tatiana manages to hop on the second rope and leaps off. Catalina catches Tatiana   and puts her on her shoulders, She goes for a modified back drop but Tatiana reverses it into a reverse DDT. Tatiana goes for a quick cover but Catalina is out of it before a one count. She grabs Catalina pulling her to her feet and goes to kick her but Catalina catches Tatiana's leg and takes her over with a dragoscrew leg whip.

Reggie Stallworth: So far both these women seem to match up in speed quite well but strength you've got to give that to Catalina. Damn she looks deadly

David Wright:  What about Tatiana. You have to admit the athletic build there.

Reggie Stallworth: Oh my God. We need a doctor out here. David is finally noticing women. It's a miracle.

Tatiana slowly gets to her feet, keeping her eyes locked on Catalina as she does. The two women lock up and Tatiana gets backed into the ropes. Catalina nails Tatiana in the midsection with a  kick and goes to whip Tatiana into the ropes. Tiatiana holds on leaps onto Catalina and monkey flips her into the corner turnbuckle. Catalina hits the turnbuckle hard upside down and then falls chest first to the mat. Tatiana waits as Catalina starts to get up and then runs nailing Catalina with a running tornado DDT. She quickly covers for a pin attempt

One...

Two...

Catalina  kicks out and then quickly starts to get up

David Wright: Tatiana showing she definitely came to fight  and win tonight with our without a partner.
 
Reggie Stallworth: I don't trust it. They have a two on one advantage. Why not finish Tatiana off. They are up to something I tell you.

David Wright: A snake and a black widow being fair does sound a bit strange

Tatiana grabs Catalina and backs her up with forearm shots. Catalina fires back with a forearm shot of her own and then a spin kick to Tatiana before sweeping her legs out from under her. Tatiana struggles to get  to her feet and once again have her legs swept out from under her causing Tatiana to land hard on her back. Catalina  does a hand stand and then drops both knees down into the midsection of Tatiana before standing  up and kicking her out of the ring. Tatiana rolls to the floor as Catalina prevents the referee from counting. She gets to her feet and  looks at Drake who who simply holds up the bottle of Vodka to Tatiana.

David Wright: What is Drake Benjamin doing?

Reggie Stallworth: Offering the lady a drink like the true gentlemen he is

Tatiana slaps the bottle of vodka from Drake's hand and then goes to  climb up on the ring apron. Catalina goes to grab her but Tatiana buries a knee into Catalina's midsection. Tatiana climbs in the ring and bounces off the ropes taking Catalina down with a Lou Thez Press . She begins choking Catalina but breaks before the five count.. Tatiana pulls Catalina up and goes for Injection of Rejection but Catalina holds on to the ropes and Tatiana falls hard to the mat. Tatiana slowly gets  up and gets a handspring Enziguri to the face sending her crashing to the mat. Catalina goes for the quick cover.

One..

Two...

Tatiana manages to get her shoulder off the mat and suddenly the lights go out

David Wright: What the hell. The damn lights again?

Reggie Stallworth: Wait did you hear that. It sounded like a crash

David Wright: I heard it. Something's going on in the ring....

The lights come back on and wee Tatiana in the ring with a broken vodka bottle in her hand. Drake is down on the floor and both Catalina and the referee are down in the ring. Tatiana looks around, not even realizing what has happen or what's going on as you see pieces of the broken bottle as well a liquid stained ring. The referee comes to and notices the broken bottle in Tatiana's hand. She quickly drops it but it is to late and the referee calls for the bell.

Samantha Jinx: Your winners by Disqualification. Drake and Catalina Benjamin!!!!!!!!!!

David Wright: What Just happened.

Reggie Stallworth: How in the hell should I know. It looks as though Tatiana just took out Drake, Catalina and the referee.

David Wright: But why?

Tatiana pleads her case with the referee who jut walks way not wanting to listen. Drake and Catalina suddenly spring to life as if nothing had happen to them and Tatiana backs into a corner looking at both of them and ready for a fight. Instead Drake tosses Catalina  a Microphone. Tatiana still stands ready for a fight but Catalina  just bring  the mic up to speak

Catalina: Whoa. Weren't going to jump you. If we wanted that we would have done it at the beginning of the match since it was two on one. What you witnessed is brain power. You see Tatiana  darling'. Sometimes it takes more than brute force or even skill  to win a match. We just had a little fun with you again but we also taught you a valuable lesson about this business. Trust is something that rarely comes into play and you got lured in by Drake staying on the outside. Watch everything and everyone around you in this company because there is always a knife waiting to be plunged into your back.

Tatiana doesn't look to happy as the man calling himself the Ace of Spades arrives in the building. He sprints toward the ring to join Tatiana but Catalina and Drake leave, not wanting any Physical confrontation. Tatiana just looks on as  Catalina and Drake leave through the crowd.

Reggie Stallworth: I knew it . I knew it. They had this up their sleeves the whole time.

David Wright: And perhaps it is a lesson learned.

 

 

Hannah St. John is in the parking lot about to leave for the night. As she walks, you see the expression on her face isn't a happy one. In fact she looked down right pissed as  she  heads for her car

Hannah St. John: I should have known better than to try and talk to that jack ass Blake Selters. You want something done around here. You have to do it yourself.

 A black SUV comes speeding into the parking lot, and Hanna jumps to the side to avoid getting hit by the car. Hannah quickly gets to her feet and looks for the SUV, when out of no where Kingpin nails her from behind with a tire iron. Hannah hit’s the ground, and quickly gets to all fours. Kingpin quickly kicks her in the ribs and bashes the tire iron over her back three times. The SUV pulls and Kingpin spits on Hannah before entering the SUV.

David Wright: The Kingpin was in the arena the whole time. We need some help out there for Hannah now.

Reggie Stallworth: I don't agree with this at all.

David Wright: Wait? You do?

Reggie Stallworth: Yes I love seeing women in this sport. In there tight little outfits, showing off their legs. I'd even go and help Hannah up. You see that low cut shirt. I'd get a good view

 

We fade to the back once more to see Pete Ebdon sitting in the Pantheon locker room with his feet up watching the events of the night unfold. In his hand is a bottle of water with which he toasts the monitor that he’s watching, perhaps a way of congratulating the rookies with whom he had a confrontation earlier on a victory. Whatever his motivation however his focus is somewhat drawn when the door flies open and Joshua Payne storms in the room, slamming his hand angrily against the lockers so hard he actually dents a door so badly that it falls off its hinges and to the ground below. Ebdon just looks up at him with a smirk.

Pete Ebdon: Bad night?

Still boiling over with rage Payne grabs the monitor that Ebdon was watching and hurls it against the wall, smashing it in to a hundred pieces. Ebdon still doesn’t react in the way that Payne is obviously looking for however, continuing to just smirk at his stable mate.

Pete Ebdon: You know how much those things cost? You may be sleeping with the boss Josh but I don’t think she’ll be overly happy that you’re breaking her equipment?

Payne finally loses whatever tiny bit of restraint he had left and grabs Ebdon off the chair, slamming him back first against the lockers. Ebdon pushes him off and the two stand eye to eye for a long moment.

Joshua Payne: This is just a JOKE to you?

Pete Ebdon: There are many things I find funny about PDW Josh but this entire situation is NOT amongst them.

Payne obviously isn’t listening in the slightest as he kicks the chair Ebdon was sitting on across the room as well now, still boiling over in a rage.

Joshua Payne: YOU OFFERED THEM PEACE?! Just as the Keeper told me I’m preparing for war and yet you approach our enemies one by one and offer them peace?

Ebdon just stands there looking at him defiantly.

Pete Ebdon: I’m sorry, did I miss a memo where it was announced that YOU were in charge all of a sudden? Last time I checked we were PARTNERS in this and I’m sick and tired of everybody assuming that because you’re the one wearing the biggest and shiniest title that you’re the one calling the shots.

Joshua Payne: Maybe I should be!

Pete Ebdon: Or maybe you should BACK THE FUCK DOWN and let ME handle this. You think that laying people out week after week is the way to go about this Payne? LOOK WHAT YOU’VE ALREADY CAUSED!! Half the fucking locker room is rallying against us and you know what happens when they finally get organised? There’s strength in numbers, you remember our conversation about this in the beginning? We have the EXACT same goals but we have VERY different ways of going about them and all you’re doing is pouring gasoline on to a fire that’s already raging out of control. SO BACK THE FUCK OFF and let me deal with this my way.

Joshua Payne: Your way?

There’s a fire in Payne’s eyes unlike we’ve seen before.

Joshua Payne: Your way is to placate our enemies with championship matches and promises of glory. Do you realise how weak that makes us seem? We need to stand STRONG against them not cower before them and beg their forgiveness.

Pete Ebdon: You think that’s what I’ve been doing all night? Begging these idiots to forgive us? Can you not see what’s happening RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES Payne? They’re uniting against us because YOU are making threats and forcing your goddamn propaganda down their throats. And already Jason has the “Directrix of Talent Relations” or whatever the fuck it is that Angel Deveraux is calling herself riding his coattails and ready to stand against us. If Selters joins them as well then it won’t matter that we’ve got the owner on our side because we’ll be fucking POWERLESS against them. Then all of a sudden we go from having all the power to jumping through whatever hoops that THEY set out for us. Is that what you want Josh? I DID NOT WORK THIS HARD TO HAVE YOU RUIN IT!

Ebdon just glares at Payne furiously and something in Payne, whatever tiny bit of sanity is left within him, seems to take control of him momentarily.

Joshua Payne: We both sacrificed a lot for the cause.

Pete Ebdon: Did we? Because last time I checked it was YOU who was wearing the Platinum Championship and it’s ME who everybody is calling your bitch. Then take a look at two weeks ago and it’s YOU who gets the two pissant little opponents and it’s ME who has to take down one of the biggest guys on the goddamn roster. From where I’m standing it seems like week after week it’s ME making the sacrifices and YOU reaping the rewards and quite frankly I’m SICK AND TIRED OF IT!

Ebdon grabs the Platinum Championship from the side and holds it up in Payne’s face.

Pete Ebdon: You want to keep hold of this belt? You want to be remembered as the dominant champion that we both know you can be? Then GET YOUR GODDAMN HEAD ON STRAIGHT and let me handle the tactics because if this becomes an all-out war then it’ll be YOU who they come for, not me. And then what happens? Suddenly you need me watching your back. But after what you did to Christy last week who’s to say I even want that role any more.

Ebdon throws the title at him and begins walking toward the door only to have Jaxx block his path.

Joshua Payne: We’re not leaving it like that.

Ebdon looks at Payne and then Jaxx and laughs.

Pete Ebdon: Aren’t we?

Nicholas Jaxx: We’re a team dude. We’re a unit. We can’t be fucking fighting each other.

Joshua Payne: Listen to him Ebdon. We have to present a united front against the enemy, we can’t show them a weakness or they’ll exploit it. We have to stand strong against anything and everything that they dare to throw at us because the moment that we let our guard down then they’ll take advantage.

Ebdon just begins laughing hysterically.

Pete Ebdon: You’re briefing me on the rules of warfare Josh? Do you know who ridiculous that is? Do you not even remember why it was you wanted me on your side to begin with? Because, as the saying goes, I am the best there is at what I do and what I do is get inside people’s heads and fuck them over. But you have completely lost that edge that got us where we are, ranting and raving about the “enemy” and the “cause” week after week. You want to put up a united front Josh then maybe YOU should get in line behind ME for once.

Ebdon looks at the shattered monitor and just smiles.

Pete Ebdon: You think that if they see us at each other’s throats they’ll consider us weakened? These mindless little peons will consider us weak no matter what we do. Take Steve Jason for example. He thought that a beat down and slicing Jaxx’s cheek with a knife meant that he’d gotten in our heads but that idiot had already lost the plot so badly that by the time the pay per view rolled around he was still looking forward when we were standing behind him. Any one of them thinking that this makes us WEAK or that ANYTHING that I have done tonight is showing them a sign of weakness are simply deluding themselves in to seeing cracks in the wall when in reality it’s nothing more than a trick of the light. But you have got to reign in your campaign of terror because right now we can still control the battle field but you keep this up and that battlefield will soon be unrecognisable.

Ebdon looks at Jaxx again.

Pete Ebdon: You’re getting rid of our problem with that idiot Trinidad tonight, right?

Nicholas Jaxx: Consider him taken care of already dude.

Pete Ebdon: Excellent. The players are all lining up Josh and the game is about to step up to the next level, maybe once it does you’ll better understand the vision that I’ve been slowly carving out all night long. As long as Selters remains unallied with them, whoever they may be, then this war is still winnable. Do me one small favour tonight and DO NOT screw that up. I’ve already had a little chat with his new buddies, with any luck he’s already heard what I have to say. Jason can recruit an army of three or three hundred and it won’t make a difference as long as the key pieces remain in play. He can beat us down week after week and all that will happen is that we’ll come back the week after with bigger and better revenge. They say that an eye for an eye makes the whole world blind but they’re forgetting one small thing – it’s hard to scratch out somebody’s eyes when you’ve already been blinded.

Ebdon grabs the Prodigy Championship and throws it across his own shoulder before sitting back down again and looking up at Payne who’s still glaring at him uneasily.

 

Ambulance Match

Aurora Snow vs Jason Stone

Sammantha Jinx: The following match is an ambulance match where the only way to win is to place your opponent inside an ambulance. Introducing first, making his way to the ring at this time Jason STONE!!!!!!!!!!!

The Lights dim as fireworks shoot from the left to the right of the entrance ramp and back and "Cocky" By kid Rock hits on the P.A. system. as the song gets to the part that says, Say What? Say How? Say WHo? Fuck What? Fuck Me? Fuck you? When the last part hits he emerges with a smirk on his face looking at the crowd he walks with a swagger down toward the ring and walks up the steps and through the ropes bouncing off the top rope a couple of times

Sammantha Jinx: And his opponent...

Suddenly the screen comes to life with a view of Aurora Snow back stage she just stares  straight ahead and then flips Jason Stone off with both finger. Jason Stone  hops out of the ring and runs back stage. He gets to the back and suddenly gets a frying pan to the head. Jason stone  falls to the floor and tries to get up only to get nailed in the back of the head with the frying pan again by Aurora. Aurora stands over Jason and you see scattered back stage everything from pots and pans, to rolling pins , cookie sheets, and cheese graters. Aurora sets up a cast iron pot and then pulls Stone p DDT'ing him into  it and Stone has been busted open.

David Wright: Looks like Aurora Snow came for a fight and she brought everything but the kitchen sink.

Reggie Stallworth: I'm not so sure. We might even see that later.

Stone struggles to crawl away but Aurora picks up a rolling pin, She goes to hit Stone with it but Stone  lunges forward and nails Aurora with a head butt to the midsection. he looks around  on the floor and finds a cookie sheet nailing Aurora in the head with it as he gets to his feet. Aurora falls back against the wall but as Stone approaches  gives him a low blow kick. Stone drops to his knees and Aurora nails him with a knee to the head. She looks around and picks up the rolling in, then smiles, dropping the rolling pin and grabbing a cheese grater. Aurora begins  to violently rub the cheese grater between Stone's legs as he screams out in pain to the top of his voice.

David Wright: I don't quite know...

Reggie Stallworth: Me either. I'll just say ouch for all you men out there and leave it at that.

David Wright: That says it all

Stone lays balled up in a knot  and Aurora kicks him right in the head. Aurora goes to find some weapon to use as Stone gets to his knee. She turns and Stone catches Aurora right in the head with a marble cutting board shattering it into pieces . Aurora is now bleeding but Stone just backs away holding between his legs unable to stand. He tries to  crawl out to the arena and away from the weapons as Aurora struggles to get up

Reggie Stallworth: That may be the smartest move in wrestling history ladies and gentlemen.

David Wright: Getting as far away from the cheese grater as possible.

Stone crawls out on the entrance and tries to stand but you see his tights are bloody as well as his head now. Out of no where Aura nails him in the back with a frying pan again. She pulls him toward the back of the ambulance, using every once of strength she has and then slams the door on Stone's head. Stone ells out in pain as Aurora  pulls  a salt shaker out pouring salt in the open cut on Stones head. Stone yells out in pain as Aurora rubs the salt into the open cut. He finally manages to grab hold of Aurora and fall backwards sending her crashing  head first into the ambulance before finally struggling to one knee

Reggie Stallworth: Wait what is Stone doing

David Wright: He's trying to leave. It looks like he is abadoning the match and listen to the boos from the fans.

Reggie Stallworth: I think he is more concerned with making sure parts still work.

Stone throws up his hands and begins to struggle to limp back stage while holding between his legs. Aurora gets up, holding her head and then heads backstage after Stone. Out of No where Stone grabs Aurora and nails S-T-Owned and it looks like Aurora is out . Stone sits there with a smug look on his face even though it was obvious he was hurting

Jason Stone: BITCH YOU WANNA PLAY HUH!!!! HUH!!!!!!!!!

Stone struggles to his feet but you could see he was barely able to stand and struggles to drag Aurora out where the ambulance was.  Fe gets near the back of the Ambulance and slams Aurora head into the ambulance repeatedly before holding her by her hair. A sadistic smirk comes across Stones face as h opens the doors and prepares  to throw Aurora in. Suddenly Aurora  stabs Stone in the knee with a fork. Stone drops and rolls around in pain as in the back of the ambulance was a kitchen sink. Stone struggles to stand trying to pull the fork out of his leg  and Arura nails him with the kitchen sink knocking back into the ambulance. She manages to get Stone's legs in and close the ambulance door before dropping to her knees.

Samanntha Jinx: Here is your winner Aurora SNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

David Wright: I stand corrected. She brought everything including the kitchen sink

Reggie Stallworth: I'm not Religious but Amen to that.

 

The camera fades to an office with a large sign on the door marked “STAR DEVERAUX: PRIVATE” but yet despite the fact that the PDW owner is apparently not in the building tonight we find the office is unlocked. The camera slowly pans inside to the owner’s desk where we hear the sound of tapping on a keyboard and the sound of cursing coming from behind a pile of paperwork. As we pan around the desk we find Nicholas Jaxx sitting behind the desk, fully kitted out in his ring gear and with the PDW Bloodshed Championship belt lying across the desk but it’s more than obvious that this man should not be in this office without anybody else around. We fade to the computer screen where we see Star’s login name on the screen and Jaxx desperately attempting to guess her password...

Nicholas Jaxx: Fuck it, what the hell is her password?

He tries another guess and the computer beeps at him again.

Nicholas Jaxx: Rotten piece of shit. I saw her type this shit last week, it begins in S...

He sits there staring at her desk for a moment before noticing a picture of her daughter. For a moment it seems not to occur to him and then suddenly it hits him and he begins to type it, saying the letters out loud in a desperate attempt that maybe this will be it...

Nicholas Jaxx: S-I-A-N-N-I?

The log on music sounds and Jaxx begins to celebrate, spinning around in the chair happily.

Nicholas Jaxx: I so missed my calling as a fucking detective. Fuck a Horatio Caine; it’s all about Nicholas Jaxx baby!

He begins randomly opening folders, obviously looking for something in particular. Finally, after several failed attempts, he stumbles across the file he’s looking for and double-clicks it. We see a program open and a list of all the contracted wrestlers on the PDW pay roll appear on the screen along with the amount that they get paid for each show. Jaxx begins looking down the list.

Nicholas Jaxx: Fuck me, Payne’s earning THAT much? He must be fucking awesome in bed or something for Star to be giving him that much money, that’s more than she’s fucking getting paid...

He keeps scrolling down.

Nicholas Jaxx: Jason comma Steve is... no fucking way! He gets like THREE TIMES as much as me. And yet no, I can’t get a pay rise. “I’ll buy you a bicycle, how’s that?” Fuck a bicycle, I’m getting a goddamn pay rise whether she likes it or not.

He double-clicks the next box down.

Nicholas Jaxx: Jaxx comma Nicholas. Now let’s see, how much do I want? If I change that to a nine and add an extra zero that’s more like it.

The door begins to open and Jaxx panics, quickly saving his work and logging off as quickly as he can as Angelique Deveraux walks around the desk and stares at him angrily.

Angel Deveraux: What are you doing in here?

Nicholas Jaxx: Star said I could use her office.

Angel Deveraux: When?

Nicholas Jaxx: Last week. I was all like “well since you’re Pantheon now can I use your office” and she was like “yeah Nick, of course you can. And you’re fucking sexy as well.”

He can see she doesn’t believe a word of it.

Nicholas Jaxx: Would you have believed it without the bit about me being sexy?

Angel Deveraux: What are you really doing in here?

Nicholas Jaxx: Ok, you want to know the truth? I was looking for something...

Angel Deveraux: What exactly?

Jaxx reaches forward and grabs the first thing that he gets his hands on – a picture of Joshua Payne. He quickly throws it back down again and grabs the next thing, which unfortunately for him happens to be a mouse mat. He holds it up, faking like he’s just discovered something completely invaluable.

Nicholas Jaxx: THIS!! I was looking for this. That’s why I’m here. And now I’ve found it I guess I’ll be going...

He grabs his belt off the table and puts it across his shoulder, attempting to walk passed her but she stops him suspiciously.

Angel Deveraux: You came in to my sisters office while she’s away to borrow a mouse mat?

Jaxx nods his head.

Nicholas Jaxx: Yep. Mouse mat. Can’t get enough of these bad boys, my dog’s always chewing them...

Angel Deveraux: You don’t have a dog.

Nicholas Jaxx: No, I meant my monkey. I said dog because, well, I call him that sometimes.

Angel Deveraux: You call your monkey “dog”.

Nicholas Jaxx: Yeah, like “yo what’s up my dawg”. I’m cool like that.

She just looks at him in complete disbelief, but having absolutely no proof that he was up to any wrongdoing she just stands aside and lets him go. Jaxx waves the mouse mat at her again like it’s a major discovery and strolls from the room with a cocky smile on his face.

Nicholas Jaxx: Fuck being a detective, I missed my calling as like a spy. I could so be like the greatest Canadian spy in history. Fuck James Bond. Now, what should I buy when I get paid next week?

He continues walking down the corridor with a goofy grin on his face a mile wide.

 

Standard Match

Pete Ebdon Vs Draven

Sammantha Jinx: The following match is scheduled for one fall...

And this is how it feels when I ignore the words you spoke to me
And this is where I lose myself when I keep running away from you
And this is who I am when, when I don't know myself anymore
And this is what I choose when it's all left up to me

The huge flash of pyros explodes as thunderous echoes of blast from the entrance ramp go off. Full of red and white colors. Draven comes out in running fashion, bouncing left and right to the hype of the overwhelming audience. Draven takes his hand, signalling it to his ears for the audience to raise it up another level...

Breathe your life into me
I can feel you
I'm falling, falling faster
Breathe your life into me
I still need you
I'm falling, falling
Breathe into me
Breathe into me

Draven comes jogging down the ramp as smoke fills in place of the blasted pyros. He drops high-fives down the line, doing it evenly on both sides, as he easily slides crossways into the ring. He fills himself with the full hyperness coming from the crowd. He bounces up and down continuously for a few moments...

And this is how it looks when I am standing on the edge
And this is how I break apart when I finally hit the ground
And this is how it hurts when I pretend I don't feel any pain
And this is how I disappear when I throw myself away

Breathe your life into me
I can feel you
I'm falling, falling faster
Breathe your life into me
I still need you
I'm falling, falling
Breathe into me
Breathe into me
Breathe into me
Breathe into me

Draven then runs, before hopping onto the middle rope, as it goes up and down from the impact of the weight. Draven then jumps off, before hopping onto the second turnbuckle rope pointing to the crowd in stylish fashion, as he then drops down, awaiting his opponent.

Sammantha Jinx: Introducing first, from Orange County, California and weighing in at 219 pounds, he is the "Dangerous Enigma", this is DRAVEN!!

The fans pop for the sensational young rookie. The lights around the arena dim to black for a few moments before all the video monitors suddenly come to life with nothing but static across them and the low hum of crackling can be heard on the speakers before the oddly sweet voice of Bonnie Tyler blasts across the PA system...

I need a hero

I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong
And he's gotta be fast
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight
 I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
He's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life
I NEED A HERO!

“Halo” by Soil suddenly BLASTS across the speakers and the fans in the arena go absolutely wild, both booing and cheering.

...E B D O N E N T E R T A I N M E N T P R E S E N T S...

...T H E M E S S I A H O F P R O F E S S I O N A L W R E S T L I N G...

...T H E L O R D O F T H E R I N G...

...P E T E E B D O N...

 

A single spotlight shines down on to the stage finally breaking the darkness but revealing nothing but an empty stage. More spotlights pan around the crowd for a moment before locating a man standing on the guard rail near the cheap seats with his arms extended in a crucifix pose, draped in a black robe with a hood that completely covers his head and flanked by his enforcer Christopher Richter and by Christy Matthews. The trio make their way through the crowd and down toward the ringside area where the first leaps the barricade and climbs on to the apron, climbing to the middle turnbuckle on the outside of the ring before striking the crucifix pose once more then ripping back the hood and revealing the smirking face of Pete Ebdon. He removes the robe entirely and drops it in to the corner revealing the PDW Prodigy Championship around his waist before leaping over the ropes and sitting down in the corner facing the entrance ramp and looking up at Draven with a smirk on his face.

Sammantha Jinx: And his opponent, now hailing from THE CITY OF ANGELS, he weighed in this morning at two hundred and eighteen pounds and is the current reigning PDW Prodigy Champion, he is the Anointed One: The Messiah of Professional Wrestling and Lord of the Ring, this is PETE EBDON!

Ebdon grabs hold of the top rope on either side of him with both hands and pulls himself up, taking the Prodigy Championship belt off from around his waist and holding it up in to the air for the fans to see.

Reggie Stallworth: You hear that entrance music? This man truly is a HERO!

David Wright: I can’t believe PDW actually just played him down to the ring with an intro like that. This man is no more a hero to these people than I am Mother Theresa!

Reggie Stallworth: I don’t know, in the right light and with enough alcohol I could probably mistake you for her. Besides, if you run your mouth around the Pantheon you’ll share something in common with her as well – you’ll both be buried six foot under and the vast majority of people won’t know where!

The bell rings as Ebdon hands the Prodigy Championship belt to the referee and turns to face Draven. The two men circle one another cautiously, Draven trying to reach out and lock up with Ebdon but Ebdon pacing around just outside of his reach. Draven grabs out at Ebdon who slaps his hands away once but that doesn’t stop the Dangerous Enigma who reaches out again and this time Ebdon catches him with a kick to the gut, grabbing him in a side headlock and attempting to drag him down to the mat but Draven quickly fights out of it hammering away with a few forearm shots to the ribs before pushing Ebdon off against the ropes and leaping up attempting a kick that Ebdon ducks underneath. Ebdon continues running to the opposite ropes and Draven rolls back up, dropping down underneath Ebdon who leaps over him and comes off the ropes a third time where Draven attempts to flip him up in to the air using his legs but Ebdon spins himself in the air and lands on his feet. Draven hops back up again and the two men stare one another down as the crowd begin to cheer.

David Wright: You see that? These two guys are pretty evenly matched, wouldn’t you say?

Reggie Stallworth: They’re about the same height, about the same weight, similar style of wrestling... if not for the fact that he’s facing Pete Ebdon I may actually have given Draven a chance in this match.

David Wright: He has a lot more than just “a chance” here but then you’re unlikely to believe that until you see it for yourself, and even then I doubt you’ll actually believe your eyes...

The two get close to locking up again but Ebdon nails Draven with the clothesline, taking Draven down quickly follows up with an elbow to the sternum. He fakes a second elbow drop before stomping on Draven’s face. The fans react with boos to that dirty tactic. Ebdon picks up Draven from off the canvas before powering him into the corner with a strong Irish whip, causing Draven to buckle in half to the mat yet again. Ebdon with a cocky smirk goes and picks up Draven, whipping him again into another corner, lighter this time. With full speed, Ebdon charges at Draven, hitting a powerful clothesline, damn near taking Draven’s head off. Lifting Draven up onto the top turnbuckle, Ebdon takes a second to catch his breath, before locking his arm around Draven’s head while climbing onto the second rope. The fans quite excited to see what was about to happen. Ebdon with a single move, tried to lift Draven off and onto the canvas with a vertical suplex, but Draven, who locked himself to the turnbuckle blocked it from happening.

David Wright: Draven not letting Ebdon hit the top rope superplex...

Reggie Stallworth: Bah, he can resist but it won’t make a difference.

Draven takes the opportunity, using Ebdon’s momentum while swinging, still with Pete’s head wrapped up, as Draven drives Ebdon’s neck across the rope hard, with the stunned and stumbling reaction from Pete, as Draven nearly breaks his right leg from the harsh landing. With Pete, rolling across the mat in pain, Draven hops up onto the apron, carefully watching Ebdon trying to get himself back up while holding his throat. The audience already pumped up by now and they load themselves up for another huge move as Pete is close to being back on his feet. Right then and there, Draven hops up onto the ring rope, before launching himself off of it, with much velocity and air, Draven hits the sweet spot with a Mule Kick right to the head of Ebdon, causing him to flail back onto the mat. The fans cheering crazily, as Draven crawls over into the corner to catch his breath again.

David Wright: Draven going high-risk and getting a high-reward!

Reggie Stallworth: Even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in a while...

Draven pulls himself back up and grabs a recovering Pete Ebdon by the hair, whipping him to the ropes and leaping up for a dropkick but Ebdon grabs the ropes and stops his momentum and Draven crashes down against the canvas. Ebdon quickly grabs both ankles of Draven and launches him toward the ropes but doesn’t let go and Draven collides with the ropes and rebounds back again as Ebdon gets his knees up to drive Draven’s back in to them. Ebdon throws him off and runs the ropes, landing a running Senton backsplash before ducking underneath the ropes on the opposite side of the ring and waiting for Draven to get back up to his feet. Draven struggles up, favouring the small of his back and Ebdon springboards off the top rope, connecting with a missile dropkick to the chest of Draven and knocking him flying back in to the far corner. Ebdon rolls back to his feet and charges in to the corner, driving his boot in to the side of Draven’s head with as much momentum as he can muster and just watching as Draven’s body flops out of the corner.

Reggie Stallworth: You were saying about high-risk and high-reward? That’s one each now!

David Wright: I’m not entirely sure that Draven expected this style of match from Pete Ebdon; he seemed to act like he was focusing on a much bigger guy earlier in the week. Fighting fire with fire could work out to Ebdon’s benefit!

Ebdon grabs Draven by the hair and pulls him back to his feet, slapping him across the face just to taunt him before whipping him to the far corner. He charges in with a high knee to the jaw of a staggered Draven before grabbing him by the head and pushing off the ropes, driving Draven face first in to the canvas with a bulldog. Ebdon’s not quite done yet though as he pulls Draven to his feet again and locks in a front facelock, squeezing on the throat of Draven as tightly as he can to cut off the oxygen. Draven attempts to fight back though and Ebdon hammers him a few times across the back before lifting him up in a vertical suplex and stalling it in the air for a moment before turning Draven’s body as he drops him down over his shoulder, grabbing the head as he falls and dropping Draven’s chin across his shoulder. Draven bounces across the ring as a result of the modified Stunner and Ebdon quickly rolls across after him, forcing him on to his back and hooking the leg.

ONE...

TWO......

David Wright: Draven with the kick out!

Reggie Stallworth: There’s a move from the playbook you don’t see every day, that was a good old fashioned Street Cutter by Ebdon.

David Wright: I’m sure I’m honoured...

Ebdon tells the referee to count faster and grabs Draven by the hair, pulling him up but Draven fires off a few right hands to the gut to cause some separation, leaping up and catching Ebdon in the jaw with a kick that sends him reeling across the ring. Draven charges at him but Ebdon ducks his head down, elevating Draven up and over the ropes but only as far as the ring apron. From there Draven drives his shoulder in to Ebdon’s gut, doubling him over before leaping over the ropes and whipping him down in a sunset flip but rather than going for the pin Draven keeps his momentum going, rolling back to his feet and running the ropes and planting a dropkick to the back of Ebdon’s head. Ebdon grabs his head in pain as Draven shows off for the fans for a moment or two before getting back to work. He pulls Ebdon up and butterflies the arms before lifting Ebdon up off the mat and holding him up just as Ebdon had done to him a moment earlier, finally popping his hips and throwing the Prodigy Champion to the mat with a Butterfly Suplex. The fans pop as Draven attempts to roll Ebdon over for the cover but Ebdon rolls out of the ring to safety.

David Wright: I think they’re just having a one-upmanship contest right now. Anything one man can do the other can apparently do better!

Reggie Stallworth: Draven will regret that soon enough because one thing Ebdon does better than anybody is finish people off...

Draven rolls from the ring in pursuit of Ebdon who’s already back on his feet again. Ebdon walks around to the opposite side as Draven chases him and rolls back in to the ring, then immediately back out again as Draven continues to give chase in to the ring. Draven leaps out of the ring again but again Ebdon rolls back in again. Draven comes in and Ebdon rolls back out again. The fans begin to boo as Ebdon waves them off, looking up just in time to see, but far too late to avoid, Draven throwing himself over the top rope and straight down on top of Ebdon. The fans go wild as Draven struggles back to his feet and plays to the crowd a little before grabbing Ebdon by the hair and pulling him back up, sliding his body back in to the ring again before climbing up on to the apron and back in to the ring. He runs the ropes again and delivers a basement dropkick before pulling Ebdon up and throwing him over his shoulder, holding him up so that he’s supporting Ebdon’s head with his arm and Ebdon’s head is hanging by Draven’s waist. Draven goes to drop down in the move he calls “Holy Shit” but Ebdon counters it with a knee to the side of the head and flips himself over, rolling back to a standing position and leaping up and over him as Draven charges. Draven rebounds off the ropes and Ebdon leaps up, nailing a dropkick to the jaw that sends Draven for a spin.

David Wright: Draven hesitating before putting Ebdon away and the Prodigy Champion made him pay!

Reggie Stallworth: That’s why he’s wearing the gold...

Ebdon gets back to his feet still shaking off the high-risk move from a moment ago and kicks Draven square in the back of the head in an annoyed fashion. He pulls Draven up and whips him to the ropes but Draven grabs hold to stop his momentum and catches Ebdon with a back kick as Ebdon charges after him. Draven leaps up on to the top rope perhaps looking for something else high risk but Ebdon has it scouted and pushes Draven flying off the top rope and all the way to the outside where Draven crash-lands against the guard rail. Ebdon Runs the ropes and is about to flip over the ropes when the referee stops him and tells him to wait inside the ring. Ebdon just grabs the referee and throws them aside before grabbing the top rope and flinging himself over, catching Draven with a hurricanrana and whipping him down on the outside. Ebdon leaps up and plays to the hatred of the crowd as he points at Draven who’s struggling to get back up again.

Reggie Stallworth: What’s he thinking about?

David Wright: I’m not entirely sure I want to know...

Outside the ring, Ebdon hammers Draven several times to the back of the head before whipping him hard in to the guard rail causing Draven to fold over into a folded accordion as Ebdon just laughs. The Prodigy Champion begins kicking and stomping Draven while he’s down with Draven desperately trying to cover up but nothing is doing. Draven, again with his strategy, kicks the shins of Ebdon, causing him to pause slightly. Using that opportunity, Draven, tugs Ebdon by his tights, drawing him to smash into the barricade. Ebdon, aware of the situation, blocks himself from the attempt, placing his hands in front. Draven slides from underneath as he is now behind Ebdon. He quickly chops Ebdon right to the knee, quickly causing him to take the fall, as his chin caught the top of the barricade. Draven, now up chooses to pick up Ebdon, serving him with a couple of rights and lefts. He attempts to whip Ebdon to the steel steps but Ebdon counters, pulling Draven back in to the guard rail before grabbing him around the waist and charging him backwards in to the apron.

David Wright: The referee starting to count these two men out.

Reggie Stallworth: Well, to count Draven out anyway. Ebdon’s in control, there’s no way he’d not make it back in the ring.

David Wright: Your sucking up is really getting on my damn nerves.

Reggie Stallworth: Yeah well, your face is getting on mine!

Going to pick the rest of what’s left of Draven up off the floor, Ebdon is fooled by giving into the same attempt with the barricade. Face-first into the top of the steel steps, Ebdon shook his head, tossing the cobwebs out. Draven is already back onto his feet as he’s now standing on the edge of the barricade. Ebdon had gotten up, barely. Draven had started to tightrope walk across the barricade, as he sped up a little bit. In range, Draven catapulted himself from off the top of the barricade before rolling in formation of a senton-type of plancha. Directing at Ebdon, within a split-second, Ebdon dodged out of harm’s way, as Draven collided hard with his back against the steps, lying upside down, with his body instantly falling over. This time, the risk-taking tactics could cause Draven a defeat. Ebdon, smirking yet again as the fans boo him, slides the broken-up Draven back into the ring, as Ebdon lies over the broken body...

ONE...

TWO......

David Wright: Draven kicking out!

Reggie Stallworth: He went to the well one too many times, as they say. Had to happen eventually!

Ebdon once again informs the referee that it should have been three and attempts to pull Draven back to his feet but the cunning and self-proclaimed Enigma counters with a tight small-package roll-up...

ONE...

TWO......

THR.........

David Wright: EBDON BARELY KICKING OUT!!

Reggie Stallworth: Phew, I was worried there for a second.

Ebdon rolls back to his feet and nails Draven in the back of the head with another kick before pulling Draven back up but again Draven surprises him, lifting him up and dropping him down gut first against both of the knees. Ebdon grabs at his midsection, which is barely healed up from Aversion Therapy, and rolls around the ring in pain. Sensing an opportunity Draven quickly goes to work, locking the legs around Ebdon’s ribs and squeezing for everything he’s worth in a body scissors. Ebdon quickly grabs hold of the ropes however and the referee forces the break of the hold. Ebdon is struggling now as Draven continues to press the advantage, driving the boots in to the ribs of the Prodigy Champion as though he sees a giant target on them. He pulls Ebdon up, whipping him hard in to the corner so that Ebdon collides with the turnbuckles and before Ebdon can even bounce back Draven is there with a splash in to the corner, smashing Ebdon’s body between his own and the turnbuckles once again. Ebdon drops to the mat in pain and Draven looks to finish him off, pulling him up and lifting him up in an Argentine Backbreaker position, holding in there for a second and squeezing on the ribs before dropping down to the mat and smashing Ebdon’s ribs against his shoulder.

David Wright: HAIL MARY!!! Draven could have this...

ONE...

TWO......

David Wright: HEY WAIT!! CHRISTY MATTHEWS PUT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES!!

Reggie Stallworth: No way, Ebdon put it there himself. It just looked like she may have guided it a little...

David Wright: Draven might have had this one won just then if not for Ebdon’s girlfriend!

Reggie Stallworth: Well he helped her out last week; I guess its karmic payback or something.

Draven is desperately trying to explain to the referee that he too believes that Christy Matthews was the difference between Ebdon getting his foot on the ropes and not but Christy swears blind that she didn’t do a thing. The fans boo as she turns around and flips them off, beginning to argue with one of the fans in the front row as Draven grabs the ropes and swings his legs through the middle rope, catching her in the back and sending her chest first in to the guard rail. He turns around and pulls Ebdon up but is caught out of nowhere...

Reggie Stallworth: EGO CUTTER!!!!!!

David Wright: But Ebdon’s still favouring the ribs and Draven’s all caught up in the ropes.

Ebdon pulls himself back up using the ropes and begins kicking the hell out of the back of the head of Draven angrily, not even focusing so much on the win any more as simply hurting Draven. He pulls the Dangerous Enigma up and drives Draven’s face directly in to his knee with a vicious facebreaker before grabbing Draven around the neck and dropping him back first across the same knee with an Uranage Backbreaker. Still not quite done Ebdon pulls Draven back up to a vertical position again before swapping his hold slightly and leaping forward, driving the back of Draven’s head in to the mat with a modified side slam. Ebdon gets up, taunting Draven and begging him to get to his feet and when Draven does Ebdon lifts him up on his shoulders, signalling for the Ego Driver but Draven floats out of it...

David Wright: Draven off the shoulders and he grabs Ebdon, he’s going for the Hail Mary again but Ebdon counters this time and lands behind Draven.

Reggie Stallworth: Ebdon pulling Draven up on his shoulders again but again Draven floats out of it and goes for what looks like a possible Cobra Clutch but Ebdon with elbows to fight back...

David Wright: Ebdon going for the front Russian Legsweep he calls the Supremacy Effect but Draven with the counter to that as well, pushing Ebdon toward the ropes and running to the opposite corner...

Ebdon rebounds across the ring as Draven leaps off the ropes with a moonsault but quite incredibly Ebdon just catches Draven in mid-air across his shoulders and spins him out, dropping him head first down to the mat and catching and hooking the arms as Draven falls, planting him on his head with a sick variation of the piledriver.

Reggie Stallworth: EGO DRIVER!!! HE GOT IT!!

With Draven still folded up like an accordion for the second time in the match Ebdon just hooks both of the legs up and applies his weight to hold Draven in position as the referee counts...

ONE...!!

TWO......!!!

THREE.........!!!!

Reggie Stallworth: And it’s over...

The bell rings as “Halo” by Soil blasts across the PA system once again. Ebdon, still holding his ribs a little, rolls off of Draven and slowly gets to his feet as Christy Matthews rolls in to the ring and hands him the Prodigy Championship belt. He checks she’s ok before raising the belt high in to the air to boos from the crowd.

Sammantha Jinx: Ladies and gentlemen the winner of this match, The Anointed One: The Messiah of Professional Wrestling and the Lord of the Ring, PETE EBDON!

Ebdon rolls from the ring and Christy leaps over the ropes to join him. Christopher Richter, who’s been at ringside this whole time as well, joins the duo as they make their way back up the entrance ramp, Ebdon holding the championship belt high for the fans to continue to see.

David Wright: You don’t get much closer than that. Draven had this thing won...

Reggie Stallworth: That’s pure speculation. I demand you add that he MIGHT have had this won, we don’t know Ebdon wouldn’t have gotten his foot on the ropes ENTIRELY by himself, or even kicked out. You just assume it.

David Wright: And you assume he wouldn’t have! But anyway, the point is that Draven put up a hell of a fight and the exchange of holds at the end there was... quite something. But it’s like you said Reggie, he went for the high-risk one too many times.

Reggie Stallworth: Indeed, unlike Ebdon who’s more well rounded and doesn’t NEED to rely on throwing himself around the ring all the time. That’s why he’s the Prodigy Champion...

David Wright: Actually he’s Prodigy Champion because he DID throw himself around the ring, but that’s another argument for another show. Draven getting back to his feet to applause from the crowd. The kid did good here tonight and I’m sure we’ve not even seen the best this kid has to offer yet!

Bloodshed Championship - Light Tube Match

Nicholas Jaxx VS  Troy Trinadad

Samanntha Jinx: The following match is one fall exploding light tube match and it is for the PDW Bloodshed Championship. Introducing first the challenger m, making his way to the ring, Please welcome Troy "TANK" Trinidad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Ladies and Gentlemen" by Saliva plays out through the P.A. system and The Tank walks out onto the entrance ramp wearing a golden Japanese style jacket, also wearing black shades. He smirks and walks slowly along the ramp looking focused on the ring. As he approaches the ring he stands before it and looks on at it, looking up to the heavens before getting onto the ring apron and climbs into the ring. The Tank removes his Japanese style jacket and hands it to the ring assistant as he climbs up to the top rope to pose for the crowd. He drops down and waits for the match to begin.

Samanntha Jinx: And now ladies and Gentlemen, your PDW BLOODSHED CHAMPION!! Please welcome the one and only Nicholas Jaxx!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The fans go absolutely wild as Tank paces impatiently around the ring.

Darkness engulfs the arena and after a few moments the screen flicks to life...

...NICHOLAS JAXX WILL STEAL THE SHOW IN...

...5...

...4...

...3...

...2...

...1...

NOW

I'm bringing sexy back (yeah!)
Them other fuckers don't know how to act (yeah!)...

“Sinner” by Drowning Pool hits the PA system as the crowd begin to boo for the Pantheon representative. As the lights flick back on again we see a figure standing with his back to the camera, a jacket on with “King of Sin” written on the back and the hood pulled up over his head. He spins around and holds out his hands to his side as the crowd react in mixed emotions. His large Samoan sidekick Reuben Tialata joins him on the stage before Jaxx begins walking down to the ring, slapping hands on the way down before jumping up on the apron and leaping over the top rope, climbing the ropes on the far side of the ring and pulling the hood of his jacket down and opening the jacket up to reveal the PDW Bloodshed Championship around his waist, shielding the lights from his eyes and looking out at the crowd. He jumps back down and walks across the ring, climbing the ropes on the other side and looking out at the fans once again.

Sammantha Jinx: ...originally from Winnipeg, Manitoba but now hailing from Miami, Florida, weighing one hundred and ninety nine pounds he is the current, reigning and defending PDW Bloodshed Champion, this is “THE SINNER” NICHOLAS JAXX!!

David Wright: There’s the bell folks, I guess this one is underway.

Reggie Stallworth: When was the last Light Tube match you remember DW?

David Wright: You know, I don’t actually recall one in recent memory. You’ve got to love Angel Deveraux’s booking, with the controversy over the stolen Cyber Championship we couldn’t have a Cyber Championship defence tonight if Hannah St. John doesn’t actually have the belt to defend, so Angel Deveraux puts the BLOODSHED Championship on the line instead. That’s one smart woman.

Reggie Stallworth: Why are you sucking up to her? It’s Star who can fire you.

David Wright: I’m not sucking up; I’m just reminding the fans why this match is even happening...

Jaxx and Tank begin to circle around the ring. Tank rushes at Jaxx, who moves out of the way sending Tank into the corner. Jaxx rushes at Tank, but is meet with a boot to the face. Jaxx staggers, but is quickly grabbed by his hair by Tank and thrown into the corner. Tank fires body shots to Jaxx’s ribs that lift him off of the ground. Tank then shoots Jaxx across the ring into the other corner, as Jaxx hits it he flips over and onto the apron. Jaxx quickly grabs hold of the top rope as to not fall into the light tube cabin lying below. He points at his head telling the fans how smart he is, catching the rushing Tank with a right hand before flipping up over the ropes and nailing Tank in the face with a kick. He rolls back to his feet and attempts to take Tank down but the bigger man just throws Jaxx back against the ropes and once again Jaxx flies over the top rope, grabbing hold yet again and wiping his forehead in relief as he came that much closer to hitting the glass this time.

David Wright: Jaxx almost felt the glass early.

Reggie Stallworth: Jaxx is to smart though, look at him holding that rope.

David Wright: This is going to be another match where you ignore everything that Tank does and just focus on Jaxx isn’t it?

Reggie Stallworth: I don’t know what you mean...

Tank storms towards Jaxx, but Jaxx counters with a shoulder to the stomach of Tank. Jaxx delivers a second shoulder, and goes for a third, but Tank side steps and gives Jaxx a big boot to the face rocking him on the apron. Jaxx’s goes limp on the ropes, and Tank quickly drops to the outside. Tank grabs Jaxx by his legs and pulls him out hard. Jaxx comes crashing down chest and face first on top of the light tube cabin, smashing the tubes to pieces. Jaxx rolls around in pain with blood trickling from his chest, desperately trying to get himself out of the mess of broken glass without suffering any more injuries.

David Wright: Oh Jaxxster just ate that glass hard. Things aren’t looking good for Jaxx early.

Reggie Stallworth: Oh c’mon, it’s going to take a lot more than that to take him down. This man beat Steve Jason, you think he fears the Tank?

David Wright: He SHOULD fear the Tank; the guy is twice his size!

Reggie Stallworth: The Pantheon has a saying, the bigger they are the harder they fall.

David Wright: I’m pretty sure the Pantheon didn’t come up with that...

Tank stomps Jaxx on the back driving his chest down harder on the broken glass. Tank delivers three more stomps before snatching Jaxx by the hair and pulling him back to his feet demonstrating his amazing strength with just how easily he throws Jaxx around. Tank rolls him into the ring and grabs a few light tubes before going in himself Tank lays the light tubes down in the middle of the ring and then grabs Jaxx. He shoots Jaxx’s off the ropes, but Jaxx’s holds onto the ropes though to stop himself. Tank charges at Jaxx, but Jaxx puts his feet up wrapping them around Tank’s neck while he holds onto the ropes with his hands. Tank fights and tries to pull Jaxx’s off of the ropes, but Jaxx holds on with all he has. With a quick jerk Tank pulls Jaxx off of the ropes and spins him around to power bomb him onto the light tubes. Jaxx quickly flips his upper half to counter though, and sends Tank over with a hurricanrana. Tanks back lands hard across the light tubes, as he screams out in pain, blood trickling from his back now as broken glass spreads across the ring.

David Wright: Tank tastes the glass now! That didn’t take long...

Reggie Stallworth: Look at Jaxxster, what a warrior. What a perfect physical specimen. That’s what a real man looks like DW, right there.

David Wright: Are you actually in love with this guy or what?

Jaxx slowly gets to his feet and quickly gives Tanks head a hard stomp, wiping some of the blood from his chest and assessing his own wounds, which currently aren’t as bad as they would have first seemed. Jaxx lifts Tank to his feet and gives him a hard leaping enziguiri. Tank staggers, as Jaxx hit’s the ropes and blast Tank with a running clothesline. Tank continues to only stagger as Jaxx looks angry and runs the ropes, leaping up with a forearm shot to the face that once again only staggers the big man. More frustrated Jaxx runs the ropes a third time, putting almost everything he has in to yet another massive clothesline that still just staggers the Tank. Angrily now Jaxx hit’s the ropes again coming off with a spinning wheel kick that finally floors Tank. Jaxx instantly grabs a piece of the broken glass and drives it into Tanks forehead, ripping the flesh open.

Reggie Stallworth: GET HIM JAXX! GET HIM!

David Wright: Jaxxster is looking quite vicious out there.

Reggie Stallworth: He’s the Bloodshed Champion, remember? You don’t get to be champion without having a vicious streak in you.

Jaxx rolls to the outside and grabs a trashcan full of light tubes that he places next to the turnbuckle outside. He grabs a few light tubes from the trashcan and places them into the ring. Jaxx then grabs two chairs before re-entering the ring, holding them up and taunting the fans with them. Jaxx sets one chair up and then bashes the other over the back of Tank before setting that chair up right alongside the first. Jaxx sets the light tubes up on the two chairs as if making a table from them, taking a step back to admire his latest creation like an artist admiring his canvas.

David Wright: Jaxx has something bad in mind.

Reggie Stallworth: No, Jaxx has something great in mind.

Jaxx grabs Tank by the head and slowly pulls him to his feet. Jaxx hooks Tank for a suplex, but Tank blocks when Jaxx tries to lift him. Jaxx tries once more to lift him, and once more Tank blocks the attempt. Tank spins Jaxx around and goes for a suplex of his own. Jaxx counters and floats over Tank’s shoulder and avoiding the light tubes. Jaxx quickly spins Tank around and goes for the J-Cutter onto the light tubes, but Tank gives Jaxx a hard shove sending Jaxx chest first into the turnbuckle. Jaxx staggers backwards and Tank hooks him and delivers a German suplex. Tank holds on and rolls through and delivers a second suplex, he once more rolls through and this time German suplex’s Jaxx right into the light tubes, bridging for the pin.

1…

2.….

NO!

David Wright: What a move by Tank, I can’t believe Jaxxster kicked out.

Reggie Stallworth: Well believe it Dave. He’s Pantheon, remember?

David Wright: How could I forget? When are you going to get off their bandwagon anyway?

Reggie Stallworth: Whenever they stop slipping me extra money each week to give them props!

Tank lifts Jaxx up and blasts him with a right hook to the jaw, Jaxx drops to one knee before staggering to the corner. Tank quickly grabs Jaxx head and smashes it against the turnbuckle; Jaxx staggers away into the other corner, where Tank again smashes his head into the turnbuckle. Jaxx falls to his knees and then rolls to the outside and Tank follows him. Jaxx throws a punch, but Tank blocks it and drops Jaxx with a right hand of his own. Jaxx staggers around on his hands and knees while Tank grabs a light tube and plays to the crowd. Jaxx slowly pulls himself to his feet with the aid of the security railing. Tank lines his sight up on Jaxx and swings for the fences with the tube, but halts quickly as Jaxx grabs a fan and pulls in front of him. Tank stops in shock, and Jaxx kicks him directly in the groin.

David Wright: That may be the dirtiest thing I’ve ever seen.

Reggie Stallworth: I think it’s the most brilliant thing I’ve ever seen. The Jaxxster is a genius.

Jaxx grabs the light tube Tank had been wielding, and leg drops it across Tank’s chest. Jaxx instantly grabs a broken piece of glass and digs it into the arm of Tank. Tank tries to fight Jaxx off, but Jaxx continues to drive the glass into the flesh. Finally Tank rakes Jaxx’s eyes to stop the torture. Tank pulls himself to his feet and heads for Jaxx. Jaxx sees him coming and rolls into the ring, where Tank follows him in. Tank rushes at Jaxx, and Jaxx counters with a drop toe hold right onto one of the chairs from earlier. Tank rolls around on the mat holding his face, while Jaxx struts for the crowd.

Reggie Stallworth: GENIUS! WHAT DID I TELL YOU? GENIUS!

David Wright: Well he better capitalize.

Tank slowly gets to his feet where Jaxx is waiting for him. Jaxx goes for a running head scissors takedown, but Tank counters by simply throwing Jaxx off into the corner. Tank quickly follows up by running his shoulder into Jaxx’s stomach. Tank picks Jaxx up and sits him on the top rope and then begins to climb the turnbuckles himself. Jaxx hits Tank and Tank hits Jaxx back. The two men begin to trade punches back and forth.

David Wright: Things are getting interesting.

Reggie Stallworth: Come on Jaxx, get him.

Jaxx goes to the eyes of Tank, and then tosses Tank off of the top rope. Tank falls head first into the trashcan full of light tubes. The crowd come to their feet at the loud sound of the glass breaking and the puff of the white cloud.

David Wright: OH MY GOD!!! THAT WAS INSANE!!!

Reggie Stallworth: JAXXSTER IS AN ANIMAL!!!

Jaxx climbs to his feet on the top rope and looks at Tank who lies on the ground with the trashcan still covering his upper half. Jaxx looks at the crowd and gives a big smile, then leaps off with the Reverse 450 to the floor on top of Tank. The crowd once again comes to their feet.

Reggie Stallworth: Oh no, I think Jaxx just killed himself.

David Wright: JAXXSTER IS DEAD! TANK IS DEAD! The match is over due to double homicide.

The referee begins to examine the wreckage of both men on the outside, checking up on both of them to ensure that either man is even still alive. Jaxx slowly begins to move, reaching up and pulling himself up using the ring apron as the referee pulls the trash can off of Tank’s body to check if he’s ok. Blood is literally dripping from Tank’s head and upper body as he rolls around on the floor in agony. As Jaxx begins to pull himself back in to the ring we see Tank is up now as well and slowly dragging himself back toward the ring as well, sliding in under the bottom ropes as Jaxx sits in the corner trying to recover. Tank uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet, as Jaxx goes for the J-Kick. Tank ducks the kick and lifts Jaxx up dropping him crotch first across the top rope. Tank grabs the rope and begins to bounce it up and down, as Jaxx screams out in pain from his groin. Then finally with one last hard tug Tank sends Jaxx flying off of the rope and into the middle of the ring.

David Wright: Looks like Tank is getting his second wind. Seeing your own blood to this degree is likely to do that to you!

Reggie Stallworth: Jaxxster has him right where he wants him.

Jaxx slowly pulls himself up on the ropes as Tank come across the ring and tries for a spear. Jaxx turns just in time to see Tank coming, Tank spears Jaxx and they go flying right through the ropes to the outside through a light tube cabin. The fans go absolutely wild as glass flies everywhere and both men once again lie motionless on the outside of the ring.

David Wright: Oh my, this may be the bloodiest match I’ve ever seen.

Reggie Stallworth: I can’t look. Is Jaxx hurt?

David Wright: Is Jaxx hurt?! HE JUST GOT SPEARED IN TO LIGHT TUBES!! What the hell do you think?!

Tank mounts Jaxx while still in the broken glass and begins to fire away with rights and lefts to the face. Tank then instantly grabs Jaxxster’s feet and begins to pull his boots off. Once Tank has Jaxx boots off he throws them to the crowd and begins to rip Jaxx’s socks off. Jaxx is able to fight Tank off while Tank takes the socks off. Jaxx gives Tank a couple of kicks to the face and then scrambles to his feet.

Reggie Stallworth: Jaxx is up, yes.

David Wright: Looks like he’s regretting it though.

Jaxx whimpers in pain as his bare feet walk over the glass. As Jaxx watches his steps trying not to cut his feet anymore. He doesn’t see Tank coming, as Tank throws a large light tube cabin right at Jaxx, it hits him hard bursting everywhere and knocking Jaxx to the ground. When the dust settles Tank grabs Jaxx feet and begins to slam them into the glass.

Reggie Stallworth: That’s cheating.

David Wright: How is that cheating?

Reggie Stallworth: You can’t attack the feet.

David Wright: Says who?

Tank grabs two more log cabins and slides them into the ring. He then grabs a bundle of light tubes that are tied together and makes his way towards Jaxxster. Jaxx slowly pulls himself up using the ring post and is able to see Tank coming. Tank swings the tubes, and Jaxx ducks as the glass smashes into the post. Jaxx instantly charges Tank, placing his shoulder into Tanks stomach. Jaxx rams Tank into the side of the ring, but Tank slams the sharp ends of the mostly broken bundle of tubes. Jaxx quickly drops to his knees in pain, and Tank grabs the second bundle of tubes and lifts it over his head. Seeing the blow coming however Jaxx rolls to the outside once again and flips off Tank, grabbing the Bloodshed Championship and leaping over the guard rail and in to the crowd as both Tank and the referee look on in disbelief.

David Wright: Wait... is Jaxx leaving?!

Reggie Stallworth: I think that’s exactly what he’s doing! He’s had enough of this match and he’s going home but then I don’t blame him after Tank’s cheating...

David Wright: How many more times, it wasn’t cheating!

Tank rolls underneath the ropes and pulls the guardrail apart furiously giving chase in to the crowd but Jaxx has already disappeared in to the fans at ringside. The referee and Tank scan the crowd for him when there’s a loud crack from behind Tank and he drops to his knees in pain as Jaxx is holding a steel chair with a wicked grin on his face. He smashes Tank in the back with the chair again before grabbing a second chair and setting it up, running at the set up chair and leaping off, driving the chair that he’s holding down across the Tank’s head with a leg drop that smashes Tank’s head face first in to the concrete. Jaxx quickly rolls the larger man over and goes for the pin...

ONE...

TWO......

David Wright: TANK POWERS OUT!!

Reggie Stallworth: And Jaxx grabs the title and he’s off again, where’s he going now?

David Wright: As far away from Tank as possible by the looks of it...

Jaxx begins to make his way through the fans who are trying to block his path. He threatens a few of them like he’s going to hit them with the championship belt before they finally move out of his way and allow him to access one of the doors that lines the sides of the arena. He pulls it open and disappears through as the cameraman gives chase, followed shortly behind by a still dizzy Tank. When the camera readjusts to the change in light we see we’re now in a storage area and the whole place is lined with tables and ladders all strapped to the walls to keep them safe. Tank looks around, desperately trying to find the fleeing Jaxx again and turns right as a trolley full of chairs and railings smashes in to him. Jaxx pulls the trolley open, grabbing a few of the chairs and just throwing them at Tank for everything that he’s worth. As we look down we see that Jaxx is now wearing trainers as well, but quite where he got them from is anybody’s guess at this point. After throwing a few more chairs at Tank and ensuring that he’s back down again for a moment Jaxx begins to unhook a ladder from the wall, putting his neck in between one of the rungs and charging at Tank with the ladder around his neck like a battering ram, smashing in to the challenger for the Bloodshed title and knocking him down yet again. Jaxx drops the ladder on him and pulls another one down off the wall, grabbing a chair and smashing the ladder in to Tank a few times before setting up the second ladder but realising that the area that they’re in is too small and that the ladder only bumps in to the ceiling. He kicks it down angrily and begins to flee once again, grabbing the Bloodshed Championship from the side as he does so.

David Wright: Nicholas Jaxx is taking this fight all across the arena! So much the wreckage at ringside, huh?

Reggie Stallworth: See, if Tank had any sense he’d have done this a while ago. The guy is huge but he has a brain the side of a peanut.

David Wright: I’m pretty sure you’re not allowed to openly trash-talk the talent Reggie.

Reggie Stallworth: It’s not trash-talk; I’ve seen his medical reports!

In the back Tank throws the ladder off of himself and staggers to his feet again, forcing his way after Jaxx and seeing a random fan sitting on the floor in just his socks counting out a fist full of money. He grabs the money from the hand of the fan and tears it in to pieces, obviously annoyed that Jaxx found a way to get new shoes. He continues his way through the arena to an area that looks as though it’s been set up for selling food to fans and there’s quite a large queue of fans who are all pointing toward the women’s bathroom and telling Tank that that’s where Jaxx is hiding. Tank forces his way in to the bathroom and Jaxx comes flying at him from one of the sinks, crashing in to him and sending them both backwards in to the cubicles. In the confined space however there’s nowhere for Jaxx to go and Tank grabs him, slamming him hard against the side of the cubicle before dropping him face first across the toilet. Tank opens the toilet and attempts to shove Jaxx’s head inside but Jaxx counters with some elbows to the gut. He tries to flee once again but Tank grabs him again, throwing him back so hard in to the cubicles that the whole row collapses on top of him.

David Wright: Oh good god almighty!! Tank just destroyed the women’s restroom!!

Reggie Stallworth: I don’t think Star will be too happy about this when she gets back next week, that’s going to cost a fortune to fix.

Tank begins to throw the wreckage of the cubicles aside to get to Jaxx, hooking both legs for the cover as the referee begins the count.

ONE...

TWO......

And somehow Jaxx rolls his shoulder off the floor. Tank slams his heads in to the ground angrily, getting up and grabbing hold of the hand dryer from the wall. He sets himself before pulling it entirely off the wall and ripping out the cables that still attach it. The fans watching this on the monitors pop massively for this unbelievable show of strength as Tank hurls the dryer in Jaxx’s direction but Jaxx is just able to roll out of the way in time. Tank comes over toward him but Jaxx, who’s still on his back, kicks up and catches Tank in the groin for the second or third time in the match. Jaxx rolls back to his feet, grabbing the Bloodshed Championship from one of the sinks and forces his way back outside again, running to the merchandise stand and leaping inside of it, hiding there from Tank instead. Tank slowly makes his way out of the restroom and yet again the fans are all pointing to where Jaxx is hiding. Tank tears the front off of the merchandise stand but Jaxx is obviously expecting it and leaps on to the larger man’s back, wrapping his head in a Pantheon t-shirt and duct taping it to Tank’s face so that he can’t see. Jaxx then leaps down and grabs a flask out of the hand of one of the watching fans, pouring the contents on to the t-shirt before reaching back in to the merchandise stand and pulling out a cigarette lighter.

Nicholas Jaxx: YOU MOTHER FUCKERS WANT TO SEE SOMETHING YOU’VE NOT SEEN BEFORE?

He pops open the lighter and holds it in to the air.

Nicholas Jaxx: BEHOLD!! THE FLAMING PILE OF CRAP!

Jaxx sets fire to the t-shirt and Tank begins to scream in shock. The referee launches a glass of what looks like soda to douse the flames however and Jaxx kicks the remains of the merchandise stand angrily, obviously upset that Tank didn’t get to burn for any longer.

David Wright: OH MY GOD!!! NICHOLAS JAXX JUST SET TANK ON FIRE!!!!!

Reggie Stallworth: Now THAT is a Bloodshed Champion!!!!

David Wright: You CANNOT condone that surely!! HE SET THE MAN’S HEAD ON FIRE!!!

Reggie Stallworth: So? It’s not like a few burns are going to ruin the Tank’s modelling career, is it? He wants to see Hardcore? The NEW KING OF HARDCORE will deliver baby!

The referee is carefully peeling the remains of the shirt off of Tank’s face and checking him for any serious injuries but a combination of the blood that soaks the Tank’s face and the fact that the fire was put out quickly appears not to have done much damage to the man. The referee says he’s calling the match off but Tank won’t let him, checking around for Jaxx who’s disappeared once again.

David Wright: Now where the hell has he gone? What’s he going to do next, RUN HIM OVER WITH A CAR!!

Reggie Stallworth: Who knows, the Jaxxster is CRAZY man!!

The fans begin to cheer as they see Nicholas Jaxx making his way back through the crowd and toward the ring. It’s almost as though his antics in the backstage area have earned him the respect of the fans now as they’re actually cheering him and patting him on the back as he forces his way past them rather than booing him. Jaxx rolls back in to the ring and climbs the ropes, holding the Bloodshed title high above his head with pride. The fans are cheering wildly now and Jaxx rolls from the ring and grabs a few chairs from under the ring, pulling out a ladder as well and setting it up in the middle of the ring. Tank charges down the entrance ramp just as Jaxx finishes setting up the chair in the position he wants it and takes Jaxx down with an almighty spear, hammering him with rights and lefts as Jaxx does everything he can to cover up with one hand while reaching in to his tights with the other...

David Wright: What the hell is he doing?

Reggie Stallworth: He’s looking for something... wait, is that Pepper Spray?

With Tank still angrily pounding on Jaxx the Bloodshed Champion surprises him with pepper spray to the face and Tank grabs at his eyes in pain. Jaxx leaps back to his feet and hooks the arms of Tank, getting him in a Wristlock Inverted-Double-Underhook before running the ropes and spinning Tank around, dropping him face first across the chair as the fans pop wildly.

David Wright: TORNADO STYLE UNPRETTIER ON THE TANK!!!!!

Reggie Stallworth: THE FUTURE SHOCK!!! YOU PEOPLE HAVE JUST WITNESSED THE DEBUT OF THE FUTURE SHOCK!!

With Tank lying motionless in the ring Jaxx quickly begins climbing the ladder, not even stopping to position himself on the top but just leaping off, executing a 720 degree flip and landing knees first across the back of Tank’s head.

Reggie Stallworth: THE 720 TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!!!!!!!!!!!

David Wright: OH MY GOD TANK HAS GOT TO BE DEAD!!!!

Jaxx struggles to roll over the unconscious Tank and hooks the far leg...

ONE!!!!!!!

TWO!!!!!!!!

THREE!!!!!!!!

David Wright: GOOD GOD WHAT A MATCH!!!!

Reggie Stallworth: This wasn’t so much a LIGHT TUBE match as a goddamn DEATH match!!!

David Wright: I STILL CAN’T BELIEVE JAXX SET HIS DAMN HEAD ON FIRE!!! I’ve never seen anything like this!!

Reggie Stallworth: It’s a new era for the Bloodshed Championship folks, ALL HAIL THE NEW KING OF HARDCORE!!

David Wright: After tonight I think it’s officially EARNED that moniker!! GOOD GOD THAT WAS BRUTAL!!

 

Can you feel that?
Ah, shit

Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servant I kneel
(Will you give in to me?)
It seems what's left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me
(Will you give in to me?)

Spotlights begin to swoop around the arena as the opening chords of ‘Down With the Sickness’ by Disturbed cues up on the arena’s sound system as the crowd erupts in a chorus of boos.

Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes (oh no)
There is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me

The lights continue to circle until finally they notice movement as two men push through the crowd making their way to the ring.

Get up; come on get down with the sickness
Get up; come on get down with the sickness
Get up; come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me
Get up; come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift that has been given to me

At ringside now, ‘Your Messiah’ Joshua Payne leaps over the railing for the second time tonight this time with microphone in hand. Jaxx rolls out of the ring as Payne begins grabbing the chairs and the light tubes that remain in the ring and hurling them to the ground on the outside of the ring angrily. He picks up the ladder and throws it up the entrance ramp before pulling out the microphone again as Jaxx grabs his Bloodshed Championship belt once again and collapses at ringside clutching it tightly to his chest. The fans are still on a high after watching that brutal match but Payne isn’t out here to congratulate his fellow Pantheon member on a job well done, there’s a focus in his eyes once again that’s directly entirely at one man.

Joshua Payne: STEVE JASON!!

The crowd pop for the name yet again and Payne just glares at them angrily.

Joshua Payne: Jason, you’ve ducked my challenge once already tonight but this time I WILL NOT BE DENIED!! You want a war Jason then tonight, TONIGHT; I dare you to face me in this ring.

Payne paces back and forth but there’s still no response from Steve Jason.

Joshua Payne: You think this is a game Jason? The fickle finger of fate has pointed me in your direction and the wheels of destiny are already rolling, you can’t HIDE from what you’ve started, there is no going back on everything that’s begun. GET OUT HERE AND FACE ME!

The camera pans toward the entrance ramp and the crowd wait expectedly to hear the sound of Breaking Benjamin blasting across the PA system.

Suddenly the camera zooms in very, very quickly on Joshua Payne's face... so quickly in fact that it almost seems to crash full force into his face! There's a second of surprised shock appearing on Payne's face, then suddenly the sound of breaking glass and snapping and crunching plastic and metal can be heard as suddenly every viewer at home is hit with fuzzy static! The TV feed has gone out, and the same fuzzy static can be seen on the arena's main screen by all the viewers at the Spectrum! There's panic and the sound of shouting as another camera comes into view...

...to reveal Joshua Payne down and out on the ground, his face bloodied with a mashed-in TV camera on the ground next to him. Standing over him is a man in PDW crew uniform! It's absolute chaos here as nobody can see the face of the cameraman. A brief look at the side of the dark-haired man's spectacled face can be seen, then he suddenly turns to stalk the downed Payne, bringing his face into view as he rips his spectacles, headphone and staff cap off and throws them to the ground, staring down at Payne with angry ice-blue eyes.

Reggie Stallworth: What the hell. That is Steve Jason. I thought he was banned from the building?

David Wright: Apparently not an d he just took out our Platinum Champion.

The now revealed Steve continues to stare down at Payne, anger seething through his system before he finally speaks.

Steve Jason: That was for Christy...

Steve's not done now however and lifts the groggy Payne to his feet, pulling him into an underhook position, before pulling with serious effort and lifting his back and shoulders up before dropping him down just as his neck and back are pointing directly downwards, a move that seems to be a powerful Tiger Driver that brings Payne's head and neck crashing down hard onto the canvas, driven by Steve's weight! Payne's out cold now, lying flat on his face as Steve rises back up to his feet and finishes his sentence.

Steve Jason: ...and that was for me! You want to take me out, Payne? You want to wipe PDW clean of me? Fine with me! Do your worst! You want to lose your dignity, your title and your health trying to do the impossible, then I have absolutely NO problem with that! Your funeral, Payne! So consider it...

No sooner is that said than Nicholas Jaxx, who until now has been outside the ring while the attack took place, suddenly plucks a chair off the ground as Jason Stone struggles down to join him on the ramp. There's a very dangerous look on the faces of both men as they point to Steve and talk among themselves, sadistic smirks crossing on their face as they move in for the kill... but before they can fully reach the end of the ramp, Steve merely yawns and comments from inside the ring.

Steve Jason: Oh, here we go. Same tired old tactic, boys. SJ's alone and by himself, so you figure now's the time to make the great save and try to mash me to a pulp until I quit through sheer force of numbers. Am I right?

Jaxx and Stone ignore Steve's words and just continue to advance down the ramp, Jaxx wielding his chair menacingly. Steve stares down at them defiantly before finally, a grin crosses his face.

Steve Jason: So be it. Unfortunately... you're not the only ones who can play at that game!

No sooner does Steve say that than suddenly there's movement from the entrance curtain as suddenly not one, not two, but four people suddenly burst out from the entrance curtain at a dead run! As the camera zooms in on their faces, they can be recognized as Dante Poole, Randal Gallagher, Devon Frost and Tatiana Gregorovich! Stone and Jaxx get a grand total of about half a second to turn their heads to look behind them before Dante and Randal drop Stone with a double clothesline, and Tatiana and Devon catch Jaxx with a double running faceplant onto the ground. Both men spill out onto the ground now, and the group known as the Royal Cartel swarm over the top of them before they can get to their feet. Steve simply watches calmly as the four put the boots to Jaxx and Stone, keeping them down and out on the ground before Steve finally speaks up.

Steve Jason: Alright, guys, that'll do. Come on up here, will you? See, Payne, I figured that maybe, just maybe, it's about time for me to play the numbers game too. You have your own little private army, well, fine, but that only works for as long as your enemy refuses to employ the same tactics. As you have made this a war for my very survival, all bets are off, and I'm free to do whatever I need to in order to survive. Up to and including recruiting... mercenaries.

There's a sudden buzz at that, as Dante, Randal, Devon and Tatiana enter the ring. Dante takes the lead as the rest of the group form up behind him, facing Steve, who offers a smirk and a mock-clap.

Steve Jason: You guys executed that pretty well. Nice job.

Dante Poole: The Royal Cartel gets the job done, gov. Now, there's the matter of payment...

Steve smirks at that, then turns his attention to the cameraman gear he dispatched on the ground. Lying on the ground is a briefcase, which he picks up and throws to Dante, who catches it deftly in the air.

Steve Jason: There you go, Dante. That should be all of it.

Dante opens the briefcase to look inside, and sure enough, many piles of bills are visible inside. He nods affirmatively before offering his hand out to Steve.

Dante Poole: You pay well, Steve. Pleasure doing business with you.

Steve Jason: Oh, believe me, Dante...

Steve pauses at that, eyeing the downed Payne and the scattered Jaxx and Stone, a sly smirk crossing his face before he turns back to Dante and shakes his hand.

Steve Jason: ...the pleasure's all mine.

With that said, Breaking Benjamin's 'Believe' blasts over the PA as Dante, Randal, Tatiana and Devon all stand in the ring with Steve, who simply chuckles and nods affirmatively to the Royal Cartel before shaking hands with each, a somewhat smug look on his face as he eyes the downed members of the Pantheon. "Halo" by Soil then blasts across the PA system as the fans react in a somewhat mixed way as Pete Ebdon strolls out on to the stage with the PDW Prodigy Championship across his shoulder and a microphone tucked in to his tights. He begins sarcastically clapping as he looks down at the chaos in the ring, removing the microphone from his tights as the music dies down.

Pete Ebdon: Congratulations Jason, you went ahead and went against EVERY word of advice I gave you, didn't you? But then I can't say that I'm surprised, it seems that suicidal ignorance is what keeps the majority of this roster going. Maybe it's something in the water, who knows.

Ebdon shakes his head slowly.

Pete Ebdon: Unfortunately for you not everybody in the Pantheon is as blood thirsty as Payne. See the fact that you've recruited some back-up of your own makes me feel somewhat less guilty about this...

Ebdon points behind the five gathered in the ring as Giovianni Aries dives under the bottom rope and knocks Dante Pool to the mat with a double-leg takedown, the two men beginning to brawl in the ring. The others go to help him as Jaxx and Stone roll in to the ring as well now and an all-out brawl ensues. Ebdon makes his way down to the ring, throwing the Prodigy Championship belt aside as he rolls in under the bottom rope and joins in the battle. Bodies and fists are flying everywhere and a five on four brawl continues with Joshua Payne still lying face down in the ring. At one point we see Steve Jason grab Jason Stone from behind and elevate him up but Giovianni Aries cuts him off with a shot to the gut. On the opposite side of the ring Randal Gallagher and Devon Frost are double-teaming Jaxx until Ebdon pulls Frost off and clotheslines him over the top rope. Jaxx bursts from the corner with an attempted J-Kick on Steve Jason who's able to duck the move and roll under the bottom rope to safety. Security begin to rush down to the ring now and force everybody apart, dragging members of the The Royal Cartel and separating them from the Pantheon.

David Wright: THIS HAS COMPLETELY BROKEN DOWN FOLKS!! Security out here to separate these men, and Joshua Payne is still lying face down in the ring. He may be really hurt...

Reggie Stallworth: That THUG Steve Jason hit him with a CAMERA!! Of course he's hurt!

Suddenly everything stops as "When I'm Gone" by 3 Doors Down hits yet again. We see none other than Blake Selters walk out on the entrance with a smile on his face and clapping. Everyone turns their attention toward Blake who just continues applauding for a moment before bringing a microphone up to his lips

Blake Selters: ENOUGH!!  I knew this would happen, the inmates have officially made their move to run the asylum but there's still one problem: the asylum isn't yours to begin with! You all want to try and kill one another? Fine! You want to make this a war then I've got no problem with that. I'll give you every chance to kill one another, starting next week!

The fans go wild as Blake turns to leave. He looks back at the ring and raises a finger in the air

Blake Selters: Oh by the way. Just so we are clear that there won't be anymore fighting tonight...Catalina

The view pans to the rafters where we see Drake and Catalina had been watching the whole thing. Catalina smiles and suddenly Tarantulas start dropping from the ceiling onto everyone in the ring. Security and every one else begin to scatter some even hopping the security wall into the crowd trying to escape as Blake smiles and walks away

David Wright: The ring is filling up with Tarantulas and Next week?! What's happening next week?!

Reggie Stallworth: The hell with next week. Those are big ass spiders I'm getting the fuck out of here

David Wright: I can't believe this!! Ah the hell with it. I'm out of here as well. We're out of time!! DON'T MISS NEXT WEEK'S DISCLOSURE FOLKS!! I'm Gone