PPW MUTILATION- JUNE 9, 2006

JD: Men, tonight, we're going to continue to take care of business around here and run this federation. We're the law; we're going to show them all that we are the law. Team Impact, they don't run things around here. On the last Mutilation, Sid Griffith…

The fans boo as Sid smirks and nods his head, with the PPV Television Championship proudly on his shoulder.

JD: Jonathan Willis became another victim to the Empire. The man thought he could oppose us on his own. His mistake, his downfall, and his loss...Sid, congratulations. Tonight, take care of Harmony Taylor. She's becoming a nuisance.

SG: My pleasure. I'm going to have fun with that little broad.

The Empire laughs, all besides Nightmare.

SG: Under that bitch armor she's wearing, she's really just a timid child lost in the mall. It's like I've said before, she's only a bitch because guys like me have yanked the red carpet right out from under her for ourselves.

SG: Oh and she says she's got the best rack in the business... I'll let you guys know after the match if it's true or not.

They all laugh again, Nightmare however shakes his head.

SG: Hold off on that, I'll be sure to let you all know in the morning!

The laughter continues and then James jumps in.

JC: And check and see if the carpets match the drapes.

SD: But what if there is no carpet?

Sid, Slayne, and James all look at each other then look at Dinucci.

JD: Perfect.

They all laugh. Nightmare rolls his eyes. Sid spots this and stops laughing.

SG: Got something to say "Dream boy?"

Nightmare looks at Sid.

JM: How about having more respect for women hm?

Everyone in the room laughs.

JC: Check out Mr. Self Righteous over here.

SG: No no, I know what it is. He used to bang her!

Slayne eyes get open.

SD: Yeeeeaaaa. I remember that. I heard about that. What was that like?

Nightmare stares at the both of them.

JM: How sad....

SG: What is?

Nightmare looks at Sid and Slayne and smirks. Dinucci still stands at his desk, silently.

JM: You guys have such bad game; you have to ask another man what another woman is like in bed.

The fans cheer at that and Dinucci looks wide eyed at Nightmare and Sid looks pissed.

SG: I've had just about enough of you.

JM: Just about enough of me? Hmm...funny....you haven't gotten any of anyone, that's probably why you're so angry and frustrated.

Sid gets very angry as Nightmare smirks.

SG: You know what...fuck this guy.

Sid lunges at Nightmare and Caspian and Slayne hold him back. Dinucci looks irate.

JD: You...knock it off.

Nightmare shrugs his shoulders. Sid calms down and he stares at Nightmare. Slayne smirks.

SD: Don't waste your time with that Sid. He's nothing. He's nothing more then our puppet.

Slayne stares at Nightmare and smiles.

JD: I’m a busy man. What do you want ?

The messenger shows no reaction to the rude reception and just holds out his electronic signing board for Mr. Dinucci to sign.

M: I have a package here for you sir, if you could just sign here with this electronic pen please.

Mr. Dinucci lets out a disgusted grunt and yanks the pen out of the man’s hand rudely before quickly scribbling his name on the electronic register and shoving it back into the man’s chest. He yanks the envelope from his hands and turns on his heel, slamming the door in his face loudly. The messenger shakes his head in disgust and leaves as the scene goes back to the inside of Mr. Dinucci’s office.

JD: Now, as I was about to say…

Someone knocks on the door once again and Dinucci yells "Come in" once again. This time its Daryl and Adrienne as the fans boo at their appearance. Daryl and Adrienne stand there with a smile on their faces and Dinucci smirks.

JD: Mr. Cranfill, nice of you to join us.

DC: Nice to be in the presence of y’all round here. Sid, James, Slayne...

Daryl looks at Nightmare and smirks.

DC: Mr. McClaine...

Nightmare looks at Daryl.

JD: What brings you here my friend?

DC: Well, I come to ask a favor of you. As you know, tonight, I'm going to host a very special edition of the Spotlight. My guest for tonight is the one and only… DGNR8.

The fans cheer at the mention of DGNR8. Dinucci smirks.

JD: Yes, of course... my old friend DGNR8. What is this favor?

DC: Well, we both know what he's capable of. You've seen how much of a nuisance Pulse can get. But thanks to Mr. McClaine, we won’t have to worry about him. But take that, and times that about ten and you got DGNR8.

Dinucci nods his head.

DC: So I ask tonight, you guys all come out there on the set and kinda...I don’t know...be security so to speak.

Dinucci thinks for a second and looks at everyone else around. Slayne smirks.

SD: DGNR8 eh? Heh...the so called legend; I read about him. A six- time World Heavyweight Champion, just like his buddy Pulse. He ends a man's career in his first match and won a title to boot. He did this, he did that. I'm not impressed. If he gets out of line, I'll make sure it's the last thing he does.

Daryl and Adrienne look at each other then Daryl looks at Slayne.

DC: I don’t doubt that, but...that's easier said then done.

SD: Believe me, nothing is easier said then done when it comes to me and the Empire.

The Empire, besides Nightmare, applauds in agreement. Daryl looks at Nightmare.

DC: However, I know one thing, you are going to be obedient and take care of DGNR8 if he gets out of line. But we're not going to worry about that.

JD: By the way...umm...I thought his house burned down and he left the country or something?[/COLOR]

Daryl smirks.

DC: Dinucci, trust me, he'll be there tonight. Matter fact, he's already here.

Dinucci looks surprised.

DC: Anyways boys, I'll see you later on tonight.

Daryl nods at the both of them and Adrienne curtsies and they both walk out the door. Slayne shakes his head.

SD: I wonder if her drapes match the carpet.

The Empire laughs once again (except Nightmare once again) as the scene fades and the PPV Mutilation opening begins as the camera moves out to the announcers table.

DM: Hello PPW fans and welcome to Pure Pain Wrestling Mutilation ! We had an incredible show last week that saw a ton of things happen and I know we’re going to see the same thing this week too !

JG: You bet we are dorky, because this week Sid Griffith is going to come one step close to rescuing the Paramount Championship from the current thief of the Title when he takes the Number One Contendership from Harmony Taylor ! I can’t wait !

DM: What ? No cheap, degrading comment about how much you’re going to hate to see Harmony and her "lovely body" get hurt ? Are you feeling ok Bomb ?

JG: Well of course I feel that way Donnie...but I’m just so happy about Sid becoming Number One Contender to the Paramount Championship that Barnes currently pollutes with his touch that it just doesn’t’t seem as important by comparison !

DM: How chivalrous of you.

JG: Isn’t it though ?

DM: Not really, no...but I just don’t feel like engaging in another idiotic conversation with you about it because it would waste too much air time and there’s just way too much happening tonight for me to bother. Speaking of those things that are happening we also have the return of former PPW World Champion Johnny Pyro tonight ! I want to see which side of this Team Impact- Dinucci Empire war that he’s going to fall on...although I fear that I already know.

JG: We’re so going to run this place from top to bottom after tonight ! This is great ! Team Impact loses that insufferable fool Caiden Williams and we gain a former World Champion ! How much more perfect could this get ?!

DM: Don’t count Pyro as your ally before he even walks through the door and it could get more perfect if James Spyder and Colin Zale walked through the front door, down to the ring and then proceeded to deliver their style of justice onto you snakes for what you did to Zale. THAT would be perfect Grande.

JG: Well that isn’t going to happen because Zale is a vegetable right now and Spyder is too damned scared of Sid to even step foot in PPW again.

DM: I’m not sure where you get this whole "fear" myth from, but if I were you I’d stop counting on it.

JG: Has he shown up yet ? It’s been almost three months since we took his butt buddy out of action and he hasn’t shown his ugly head yet. What does that tell you ? He’s scared.

DM: First of all Grande refrain from using phrases like “butt buddy” on this show. It’s crass and unnecessary. Secondly what Spyder’s absence tells me is that when he does come back that you are all in very deep trouble. That point aside there’s too much happening in this show to dwell on that question.

JG: For once you’re right. I have to say that Mr. Dinucci is a genius for booking Caspian against Saorse so fast after Caiden Williams chickened out on PPW like he did. I’m just as impressed that Saorse accepted it, knowing full well that he’s going to get demolished.

DM: Don’t count on that. Saorse was impressive in his first run with the company and the man is talented. In addition to that Caspian has hardly been rock solid lately. I think we could see an upset there. Besides, in Caiden’s defense no one knows what happened to him that made him have to take a leave of absence. I’d hardly call that "chickening out".

JG: Whatever Donnie. We also get the pleasure of watching "The Malevolent Superbeast" destroys that obnoxious turncoat Shane Kast. I can’t wait to see that.

DM: Once again Bomb I have to question your interpretation of events. Kast has shown himself to be very resilient and he survived a long feud with Colin Zale so we know he’s tough too. He also played that symphony on Slayne’s hide with that steel chair last week. Don’t forget that.

JG: That was a cowardly sucker punch because he knew he couldn’t drop him on his own !

DM: I call it "strategy", just like you do whenever one of Dinucci’s cronies does something like that to someone else. You got beaten by Shane, suck it up and deal with it. I wouldn’t be surprised to see Shane defeat Slayne tonight. Either way this show is going to be superb.

JG: I agree. We’ll get to see a new Bloodgames Champion crowned tonight too because there’s just no way that Jared McClaine can possibly beat "The One Man Wrecking Crew" in the mental state that he’s in. He’s just far too mixed up for it to happen.

DM: I hate agreeing with you on anything Bomb, but I find that I have to agree with you this time. McClaine is just way too torn up inside his own head to concentrate enough on this match. I fear that he’ll end up like he was last week…a victim of that vicious "Casanoized" suplex again. God that move is frightening.

JG: Yeah, but it’s really effective. It might just be the most dangerous finishing move in PPW now. Well, maybe not as devastating as "The Colin Killer", but its close.

DM: Stop referring to that by that repulsive title. It’s disgusting enough that Sid ripped off Spyder’s finishing move and almost killed his best friend with it. It’s disgusting that you keep encouraging that crap by referring to it by that misnomer. The move is "The Spyder’s Bite" and we both know it. As far as Casano’s move goes Bomb I don’t know about it being the most dangerous move in PPW Bomb, but it is right up there. There is no doubt about that at all.

JG: Well, whatever the case is McClaine is in for a bad night.

DM: Speaking of bad nights, Sid had a pretty bad one at the end of our last Mutilation. I wonder if that delivery was from that man who demolished Sid last week. As usual Mr. Dinucci greeted it with the same class and good manners that he always displays.

JG: The man was interrupting him. He deserved that. He should have just slid the envelope under the door and left. As far as the guy who jumped Sid goes we’ll get him. I guarantee it. We’ll take him out.

DM: Sure Bomb, never mind the fact that Dinucci had to sign for it and as far as “we” goes in taking that man out he’d leave you in a broken heap and we both know it.

JG: Eh. Whatever. He should have just slid it under the door or something. He could have handed it to Sid and let him take it in.

DM: You’re impossible. Thankfully it’s time for the first match of the evening and it pits two of our newest signings against each other.

DEBUT MATCH

Bryan Harbor vs. Alex Knight

JG: Jeez, you make it sound as if it’s a fight to the death!

DM: One of these days...

JG: What?!

DM: Just remember the Pay Per View Grande, that’s all I’m saying.

The epic sounds of "Parade of The Charioteers" by Miklós Rózsa play over the speakers causing the crowd to immediately boo.

The lights dim and the entryway becomes illuminated in yellow and white light. Jerelle Banks comes into view, wearing his traditional three piece suit and sunglasses with diamonds sparkling in both ears. He's smiling and being energetic. He stops several steps from the entrance and points back with both of his hands, and as he does this, a man in a full length leather robe steps into view.

RA: Making his way to ring, hailing from Portland, Maine... He stands at 6'2" tall and weighs in at 240 lbs., Alex Knight!

The robe is black with yellow trim and a coat of arms on the back. Alex Knight walks with a cocky smirk and somehow manages to ignore the insane booing of the crowd as he walks towards the ring where Jerelle is waiting with the ropes parted for Alex. Alex steps between the ropes and enters the ring.

Once inside, Jerelle quickly moves behind him and Alex slowly outstretches him arms so that Jerelle can remove the robe. With the rope hanging over one arm, Jerelle enthusiastically claps for Knight while the crowd boos.

DM: The crowd doesn’t seem to like him Jim; do you think it’s because of his obnoxiously long entrance?

JG: What has gotten into you tonight Don? I think it’s just because these fans are morons.

DM: How original...

"Ole!" by The Bouncing Souls hits the speakers and the crowd begins to chant and clap in rhythm with the song. Bryan Harbor comes out energetically from behind the curtain and is met by cheers. He jives his head to the clapping, and dances his way down the ramp. He takes a moment to hop up onto the barricade and sing and clap along with the fans, slapping hands in the process. He then slides under the bottom rope and jumps to a turnbuckle, where he proceeds to sing with the crowd with a big smile on his face.

RA: And from Santa Monica, California… Weighing in at 203 lbs… BRYYYYAAAAN HAAAAARRRBORRRRR

DM: Now he certainly seems like a fun individual, huh Jim?

JG:...fun...

The bell sounds as the two men circle each other. Bryan starts getting the fans to clap their hands, and as he turns around, he’s met by a big clothesline from Knight! The crowd boos as Knight raises his arm towards the crowd, receiving even more booing. Knight picks Bryan up and hits him with a type of suplex rarely seen.

DM: Nicely executed Saito suplex there

JG: Saito? What the Hell... do you have a name for EVERY move?!

DM: Yes.

JG: ...I see...

Alex picks Bryan up and looks to go for a dropping neckbreaker, but Bryan spins out of it and nails a Mexican armdrag. Knight gets up and gets another Mexican armdrag! Knight gets up a little bit slowly, just to take a step up enziguri from Harbor. Bryan screams at the crowd who roar in approval as he steps onto the apron and hits a springboard leg drop. He goes for the cover.

1…

…2… and a kick out from Knight.

DM: Bryan really starting to take the offensive now... OLE!!!

JG: Y’know, sometimes I wonder what you smoke before we go on air... Was it all that time with Jesy Blue?!

Bryan picks Knight up and drags him in the corner looking for a tornado DDT, but Knight holds on as Bryan spins around and counters with a Fisherman’s buster!

JG: YES!! RIGHT ON HIS HEAD!! Maybe he should wrestle with a helmet on !

Knight picks Bryan up and sends him straight back down with a big European uppercut. Knight then locks in the wakigatame!!

DM: Wakigatame!! This one could be over!!

JG: As much as I’d like it to be Don, I don’t think it will, he hasn’t been working that arm at all, and I don’t see Bryan Harbor giving in to a Fujiwara arm bar JUST yet...

Sure enough, Harbor gets a foot on the rope, causing Knight to unleash the hole. Knight begins stomping Bryan on the arm he’s just been working on when Bryan grabs his foot and sweeps his other leg from under him. Bryan gets up and runs to the corner with his arm in the air… The crowd begins to “oooooooooooooooooooooooooo” as Harbour runs at the standing Knight and kicks him exactly 3 and 3/8 below the kneecap. Right in the shin!

Crowd: LEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Bryan takes a moment after the Ole! kick to "shine" the stars pink stars on the knees of his baggy pleather pants. He spins in a bonafide "aero-plane" circle and runs at Knight. He jumps and smashes both of his knees into Knight’s face, unfortunately, the sheer momentum and the fact Knight was near the ropes sends both men tumbling to the outside.

DM: And the referee’s begun counting... Knight isn’t getting up after that.

JG: But Harbor needs to get back in that ring to collect the win... Although it looked like he took one HELL of a nasty fall...

The referee finishes the ten count, calling for the bell with both men still out on the floor. The referee notes this and signals to the back, being the last image on screen before it suddenly goes black. A quick succession of advertisements runs, totaling about three minutes before the show comes back on to show a moving shot of the arena that focuses on various fans before going back to the announcers table where Donovan Morgan and Jim "The Bomb" Grande are seated. Donovan looks at Bomb and begins speaking.

MATCH 2

REGULAR MATCH

Fusion vs. Raine Austin

DM: Now our next match will not be one for the light hearted.

JG: Really? Why?

DM: Well Jim this Is Raine Austin’s return match and...

JG: Ahh crap, not that guy!

DM: ...And he’s going one on one with Fusion who...

JG: Fusion? Not that arrogant swine. I thought you said this one was not going to be one for the light hearted?

DM: What are you talking about Bomb! Raine and Fusion are both fantastic athletes, athletes with a lot to prove.

JG: I’m just waiting for them to prove to me that they deserve to be here!

DM: Must you talk out of your rectum twenty four- seven ? These guys know how to get it done in the ring and these fans know that and deep down Mr. Dinucci knows that. That’s why he put them in this match up.

JG: Well Mr. Dinucci is the "god" of PPW, so I trust his judgment... Let’s watch these to sissies beat the snot out of each other.

A deep sigh is heard from on the part of Donovan before the camera switches from the broadcasting duo to the ring announcer.

RA: Ladies and gentleman, this match is scheduled for one fall!

"Self Medicate" by 40 Below Summer plays as blue and white flickering lights fill the stage, as the rest of the lights dim in the arena. A figure appears in the entrance way as the heavy guitar riff cuts in and blue and white pyro's explode on each side of the stage.

RA: Making his way to the ring, from Raleigh, North Carolina...

Fusion explodes onto the top of the ramp and pulls his hood of his hoody down looking around the crowd.

RA: Weighing in at 225 lbs... FFFUUSSIIIOOON!!!!

He runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, taunting on each turnbuckle to the fans.

DM: Fusion looks ready to go Jim.

JG: Yeah well why wouldn’t he?

DM: What I’m getting at is that he seems focused, ready to bounce back from that defeat last Mutilation.

JG: And what a better way to bounce back than kick some royal Canadian butt in the likes of Raine Austin.

DM: You’re a real piece of work you know that Grande!

Fusion hops down from the turnbuckle to a mixed reaction from the crowd as "Self Medicate" by 40 Below Summer slowly fades out. He removes his hoody before retreating into his corner.

DM: Fusion certainly looks ready to go !

There’s a brief moment of silence as the crowd begins to murmur among themselves.

As the first cord of “Whatever” by Our Lady Peace is hit, the arena fans scream with cheers as the yellow and orange blue lights bring to flash around.

RA: And his opponent…

Then just as before the first line of the song is sung, the blue flamed Pyro goes of off in front of the entrance on the ramp. Then the fans erupt again as Raine Austin makes his way out from behind the curtain walks to the ring in his trademark black leather coat and black shades.

RA: Making his Return to PPW. Weighing in at 205 lbs and hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada… RAAAIIIINNNEE AUUUSSSTTTIINN!!!!

After he slides into the ring he slides his coat down to his elbows and puts his hands out posing in the middle of the ropes at each of the four sides of the ring showing off as he feels he is a rock star.

DM: Listen to this crowd... They’re welcoming Raine back with surprising enthusiasm !

JG: Well I suppose somebody has to.

Finally he places his shades on his head as he jumps down to give them to a fan.

JG: If he gives them to me I would tell him to stick it where the sun don’t shine.

DM: Come on Bomb, love him or hate him, he gives these fans what they want to see. And we all know that with Raine Austin, the impossible is nothing.

Raine heads back into the ring as his music comes to a slow faded halt. He loosens up as the two stare through each other, both waiting for the bell to sound so they can begin. Finally after a brief moment or two the bell sounds and this one is underway.

DM: Here we go; this one is going to be too close to call.

JG: I tell you what would be fun to watch.

DM: And what’s that Jim?

JG: If Sid Griffith came down and destroyed both of these competitors.

DM: You’re a disgrace to PPW Jim.

The two men square up to each other as the fans rise, waiting to see who will draw first blood and they don’t have to wait long before Raine pushes Fusion in the chest, sending him back a few steps. Raine seems to be talking trash, and the faint phrase of “I’m still the number 1 hit” can be picked upon the cameras microphone located just outside the ring. Raine grins as Fusion looks on a sense of anger across his face. He lifts both hands in the air as if to apologize for something before nailing Raine straight between the eyes with a solid jab. As Raine stumbles back Fusion lunges at him with a super kick but Austin hit’s the deck and rolls out of the ring for safety.

DM: Raine doesn’t know how lucky he was there Jim. If Fusion hit that kick it could have been over.

JG: Are you stupid ? I know Raine’s a clown but that kick wouldn’t have kept him down !

DM: Hey its not the kick he should be overly concerned with, it’s the move that follows... The Fusion Fold.

JG: Oh that move, fair point Donnie.

Bomb seems to see Don’s point of view, due to the Fusion Fold being extremely deadly. With Raine on the outside collecting his thoughts and catching some air, it’s only a matter of time before Fusion catapults himself over the top rope, knocking him down hard with a slingshot cross body. Fusion is automatically back to his feet, hyping himself up with fifty percent of the fans getting behind him and fifty percent of the crowd not really reacting.

DM: Fusion loves to speak his mind and whatever he says it wrestling ability speaks for itself.

JG: Fusion is a good wrestler no questions asked, I just think he talks too much. Stop talking and pummel that Raine Austin into the floor.

After saying what he has to say to the fans, as he seems to be winning them over, he turns to Raine, helping him up by his long hair and thrusting him into the ring. With Raine lying helplessly on the mat Fusion climbs up to the apron. He sorts his position out momentarily before spring boarding bag into the ring dropping a leg drop across the throat of Austin. Austin rives in pain as Fusion once again picks him up by his hair. With Austin now on his feet Fusion produces a skin disintegrating chop that sends chills throughout the arena before Irish whipping him off towards the ring ropes. On his return back in the direction Fusion spins him around in the air landing hard on the mat with a tremendous tilt-a-whirl slam.

DM: Wow, what power and anger in that slam there from Fusion.

JG: Haha this isn’t the return Austin had in mind... It’s sheer class.

DM: See Bomb, I told you would enjoy it...even is in the most dislikeable manor imaginable.

With Raine taking a boat load of punishment, and Fusion being on the canvas as well he hooks his leg and attempts to pull off a quick victory.

The referees hand begins to hit the mat, as the crowd chant along with him.

Crowd: One!!! Two!!

Straight after the two count Raine wriggles free causing the pin to be broken up. Fusion slowly makes his way to his feet, almost stalking his victim as Raine gets up rather gingerly. Fusion brings his arm back and keeps it there, as if it was a cocked and loaded gun ready to strike as Raine stumbles spinning so now he is head on with Fusion. Fusion sends the blow in the direction of Austin but it is thwarted as Raine manages to block. As he does he cruses his own blow right back into the face of fusion sending him rocking back in surprise. Again he hits him before downing him to the mat with a running shoulder charge. Fusion is straight back up to his feet but is again knocked down with another shoulder charge.

DM: That’s the Raine Austin we know, he’s not just going to lie there and take it!

JG: And so he shouldn’t... I want to see blood sweat and tears!

DM: Why do you want to see tears?

JG: Basically because I wouldn’t mind if either of these two guys cried. That would be hilarious.

The fans seem to be swinging back in the favour of Raine Austin now. There seems to be no clear fan favourite, all they want to do is watch an interesting and highly entertaining match, which is exactly what they will receive. Again Raine flattens Fusion with a third successive shoulder charge, again Fusion instantly back to his feet before laying him down on the mat for a decent amount of time with a cruel step up Enziguri. Raine flips back to his feet, in the way the rock use to feeling on top of the world as the fans show there respect.

DM: Finally Raine has managed to swing the momentum, stringing a few moves together , building his confidence as he goes.

JG: Confidence is one thing but he needs to put him away not do tricks that a gymnast would be proud of.

DM: Why cut these men down Jim ? Is it just because they like to put on a show and fight fair?

JG: Fighting fair won’t always help you reach the top of the ladder. You need to be ruthless in this business, that’s how the Empire does it, and look at them… they’re flying.

Speaking of flying Raine mounts the turnbuckle, waiting to pounce on Fusion who makes his way to his feet a little cautiously. Not even letting Fusion turn around Raine dives off the top rope hitting a fantastic Hurricanrana that sends Fusion all the way to the other side of the ring. Again not letting Fusion catch his breath he dashers over to him and rolls him over for the cover.

DM: Here we go, there’s the ONE!!!

JG: Yes this match could be over, TWO!!!

DM: No! Not this time Jim, Fusion still has more fight left in him.

Raine climbs back to his feet after the strong kick out, clearly thinking of what he is going to do next. It’s been a very physical and fast paced encounter and Raine seems to be showing a little ring rust and fatigue, which is common as he has been out for some time. As he lets his guard down for a split second Fusion exploits it by dragging him down to the matt with a snapping head scissors take down. With Raine on the floor, now close to the centre of the ring Fusion bounces off the ropes for extra power before leaping in the air and spinning around executing an out of this world standing shooting star Press.

DM: What athleticism there from Fusion

JG: Hey that was pretty neat.

DM: The fans obviously though so too. Listen to them cheer.

Like Don said the crowd burst in to a wash of cheers for the athletic move. Again it seems the tables have turned. Fusion stays on his man trying to end the match with another pinfall.

DM: Fusion is going for it here, ONE!

JG: Please, put him out oh his misery, TWO!

DM: Surely... no! Again Raine showed his heart and has refused to stay down.

Fusion picks himself up starting to get a little pissed off that he can’t quite seem to put Austin away who is showing great character tonight. Fusion goes to drag Austin up but is met by a swift poke into the eye. This causes him to retreat back a little allowing Raine to move out of the corner of the ring. He begins bad mouthing Fusion, who is still holding his eye from the last devious tactic. As Raine Austin approaches him, fists clenched tightly, out of nowhere Fusion smacks the taste out of Raine’s mouth with a splendid super kick. Raine falls to the floor as the “wows” circulate around the Metro Centre. Rain falls as if he had been hot, heretically parallel to the turnbuckle which Fusion is already heading towards.

DM: Unbelievable Superkick there! And yes, we all know what follows this move.

With Fusion perched high on the turnbuckle, he gives a sly wink, stabilizes his balance before flipping in the air twice before hailing a beautiful senton finish right into the ribcage of Raine Austin. Fusion immediately jumps on board going for the pin after pulling off the spectacular.

DM: FUSION FOLD!!! And he goes for the pin, this must be over. ONE!!!

JG: Wow… that was cool. Especially when he broke Raine Austin in half, TWO!!!

Crowd: THREE!!!!

The crowd applaud the mind blowing match, clearly enjoying the thrills andspills of a fantastic contest. “Self Medicate" by 40 Below Summer blasts over the PA system as Fusion rolls out of the ring, tapping is head towards the cameras direction, indicating that he is one smart guy after that fantastic counter and quick thinking to wrap up the match.

RA: Ladies and gentleman, your winner... FUUUSSIONNN!!!

Fusion stands up to a mixed reaction as the referee raises his hand. He celebrates the moment for a few moments before turning from the referee and walking from the ring. He flips over the top rope and lands on his feet on the floor before standing up and walking up the ramp before disappearing backstage.

DM: Raine is back to his feet and he looks really disappointed. I’m sure this wasn’t how he wanted to make his return to PPW.

JG: I’m not necessarily a fan of Fusion, but anyone who makes Raine Austin look more stupid than he himself does isn’t bad by me.

DM: I’m sure he’ll sleep better knowing that Bomb.

Raine walks up the ramp after his hard de-moralizing loss when “Fire” by Alice Cooper kicks into the speaker system. The crowd gets to their feet, knowing whose coming.

DM: Jim!! We knew Johnny Pyro would be back tonight, but this is the first we’ve heard or seen of him!!

JG: Yeah yeah, we haven’t seen him yet... he’s probably quit already...

Just then, the fans explode with cheering as former PPW World Champion Johnny Pyro steps out onto the stage. He has a microphone in one hand, and his trusty laptop under his other arm as he looks around with a slight smile at the fans cheering his name.

RA: Ladies and Gentlemen, from Chicagooooo Illinois.... Former PPW World Champion... “Mr. Sexuality”... JOHNNYYYYYYY PYYYYYROOOOO

Pyro shoots the hand with the mic into the air as a wall of fire goes off behind him. All the time, Raine is standing at the bottom of the ramp, not quite sure what to make of all this.

Pyro: You know something guys? I hate to be cheesy and everything... But it really is great to be back!!!

More cheering from the crowd as Raine motions for Pyro to get on with it.

Pyro: I won’t bore you with why I’m back, not just yet anyway, as I’m sure you’re all wondering why I picked this moment to come back. Or more importantly, Mr. Austin in front of me is wondering… Why now?

Austin nods his head, awaiting Pyro’s reply.

Pyro: It’s simple really... You see, I haven’t been away from PPW entirely; I’ve remained in contact, getting myself to my peak physical fitness, just waiting for my chance... And Raine… Now is the chance for you, too... See, there’s been all this hype surrounding my return… Which way will I ally myself with the "war of PPW"...?

Raine looks confused as Pyro puts the microphone in his back pocket, and begins walking down the ramp towards Raine. Raine readies himself for a fight as Pyro begins unbuttoning his shirt, the crowd letting off a huge pop when the shirt is finally off!

DM: HE’S A PART OF TEAM IMPACT!! HE’S GOT THEIR SHIRT ON!! WHAT A GREAT ADDITION!

JG: Be quiet or you’ll have another stroke...

Raine looks at Pyro quizzically for roughly one second before Pyro pulls the microphone out of his pocket, a scowl on his face.

Pyro: FINE! I see how it is… Is this not good enough for you? Is having friends not your style? Are you yet another Raven cop-out who loves to be alone, well FAWK YOU!

Pyro then hits Raine over the head with his laptop, the laptop making a sickening crack onto Raine’s skull as Raine falls to the ground, a slight trickle of blood coming from his forehead.

DM: What the hell is Pyro doing?!

JG: I don’t know, Don, but I like it and the crowd doesn’t...

Pyro carefully places the laptop down as he looks down on Raine.

Pyro: AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU BOY?!?! Is a former World Champion not good enough to fawking guide you?! I’ve been to the top of the damn mountain here, and that’s where you think you’re going to go… Well believe you me, boy, while I’m back... You’re going nowhere, and you’re going nowhere fast!

Pyro then takes off his Team Impact shirt…

DM: NO!! SON OF A BITCH!! DINUCCI HAS STOLEN HIM!

JG: Haha! This is great!! How can he steal him Don? They were in cahoots just before Pyro got injured! This is great! The numbers have finally evened up, and... and... this is just great!

DM: No Jim, it’s sickening. It sickens me to the stomach how ANYBODY could be motivated to work for somebody like Dinucci, direct.

Pyro looks around at the fans who are booing him with a smirk as Raine stumbles to his feet. Pyro is still looking at the crowd when he suddenly delivers a devastating superkick to Raine.

JG: THE NO-LOOK!

DM: Ah, give me a damn break!!

Pyro laughs as rubbish begins to get thrown at Pyro who cockily walks over to Raine and shoves his foot into the face of Raine. Raine gets angry and suddenly low blows Pyro. Pyro drops to his knees looking up at Raine who grabs Pyro’s laptop. The crowd begins to cheer for Pyro to get his head smashed in, but Raine takes one second too long as a midget comes out from under the ring and performs a diving headbutt to the groin of Raine.

DM: Have I seen him before?

JG: It’s Baby Bob!!! He’s finally ditched about 500lbs of lard called Big Bob to help out Johnny Pyro! The night just gets better and better!

Pyro gets to his feet gingerly as Baby Bob carries Pyro’s laptop for him. They get halfway up the ramp before Pyro comes back down the ramp and picks Raine Austin up.

DM: We don’t know what your point is Johnny, just leave the man alone!!

Pyro smiles as he knees Raine in the groin before delivering the Disco Of Fire onto the steel ramp. The boos reach a deafening sound as Pyro and Baby Bob walk to the back, very pleased with themselves.

DM: Well be right back. We need some time to get medical attention out here for Raine. Don’t go away.

The program cuts to commercial and a video montage of the events that have lead up to the upcoming Pay-Per-View. The montage is voiced by a man with a deep and dramatic voice, who builds up the drama of the conflict that’s been raging in PPW since Impact aired in March. The video plays as the man described most of what has happened between now and then. He finally reaches the end of the commercial and says:

"Remember one famous saying... "Every action has a Consequence "! Order PPW Consequence...live on Pay-Per-View !

The commercial ends and the image returns back to the announcers table where Donovan sits quietly waiting for the cue. When he gets it he resumes the show.

MATCH 3

Lightning vs. Siren

DM: There’s no need to mess around with a card like this, so here we go with the next match.

The lights dim as the echo of thunder goes though out the arena.

JG: Oh god not this guy!

Suddenly a bolt of lightning hits the entrance and the music picks up, a figure steps out wear lightning designed wrestling gear.

RA: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 235lbs.... LIIIIGGGHHHHTTTTNNNNIIIINNNGGG!!!!

You can hear a good section of the crowd starting to cheer.

As the figure steps through the ropes he acknowledges the crowd before warming up, waiting Siren as "Determined" by Mudvayne dies down.

DM: Lightning looks ready.

JG: Yeah...ready to get demolished again.

There’s a brief moment of silence before the first chords of the song begin to play. The arena goes dark, then white strobes pulsate to the beat of the drums. As the song picks up, lights rise from the stage, illuminating the fans, moving to the ceiling then settling on the stage when the lyrics start, while Siren walks out and looks at the people. Throwing her black hair behind her she punches the air once, her followers doing the same.

JG: A fine entrance for a fine woman Donnie boy, I think I’m in love!!!

DM: Give it a rest... for once will ya

She points to the ring and walks down towards it, a look of seriousness and passion ablaze in her face as the song reaches its chorus.

RA: And his opponent. From Neverwinter Falls, ND, tipping the scales at 125 lbs…

The lights move around the crowd, eerily and she looks at her army.

RA: SSSSIIIIIIIRRRRREEEENNNNN!!!!

The few that support her would follow her into hell if she asked. As the song cuts to the bridge, she enters the ring slowly, making her way towards the centre, the lights changing from red to white to violet and revolving around the arena. Pacing the ring, she stands ready to fight and awaits the match to start. The music fades as the roar from the crowd increase, all expecting a good match.

DM: Look at Siren Jim; she looks like a maniac, ready for war.

JG: I am looking at Siren Don, and what a beautiful maniac she is.

As the referee seems happy with everything he signals for the bell to get the match underway. The two superstars slowly circle each other waiting for the exact moment to strike. After a few seconds of pacing the ring the pair ties up for the first grapple of the match. The jostle for possession as Lightning gains an early advantage clearly over powering Siren. He uses his sheer weight advantage to muscle Siren all the way to the floor with her head on the mat but feet on the floor in a perfect arch like position.

JG: Ohhh, what a lovely position...

DM: Settle down Jim! I feel uncomfortable sitting beside you when you’re in one of these moods.

JG: Hey I’m talking about a great position for Lightning; he clearly has the advantage at the moment.

DM: Sure, that’s what you were on about.

Siren manages to fight back using phenomenal heart, strength and spirit to force her way back up to her normal standing posture. With the sudden momentum switch she manages to apply the pressure to force lightning into a bridge of his own. Again it’s another expertly and athletic bridge, showing the class of both individuals. After being in the hold for a few seconds Lightning regains his mind set and begins to power out. It’s a short while, only a matter of seconds before the two are facing each other, grappling hard standing dead centre of the ring.

DM: This has started off as an even encounter so far Jim.

JG: I disagree...

DM: Well you would, why do you disagree, please enlighten me?

JG: Well it’s simple Donovan. Siren is hot where as Lightning is a schmuck. Siren can hold her own where Lightning needs his pack of guys who weren’t good enough or smart enough to work for Mr. Dinucci to back him up.

DM: Ok ok, Jim seems to have be sniffing glue before we came on air, I apologies to the viewers at home for his wayward comments.

JG: I speak the truth, no questions asked.

DM: Listen Lightning is a great athlete, as so is Siren. This has all the hall markings of a classic fight, maybe an early match of the year candidate so please, don’t bring it down more any more.

Bomb lets out a chuckle, happy that he is slowly getting under Donovan’s skin. Meanwhile back in the ring Siren lays a solid boot into the mid section of Lightning . This breaks the grapple and allows Siren the time to spin behind Lightning locking in an arm bar in the process. She tighten her grip, wrenching the arm as she does as the look on Lightning’s face clearly shows us what sort of pain he is in. He shifts his weight between both feet trying to find a position that he can control the pain that he is receiving to a certain degree before spinning around to his left, reversing the hold into an arm bar of his own.

DM: Good standing switch by Lightning.

JG: He spun around Siren, there’s nothing good about that, any rookie in the business knows that one. That’s all Lightning is... a glorified amateur.

DM: A glorified amateur! Have you been living in a cave for the past six months! Lightning has achieved great things in PPW and has been a key ingredient in making sure that all hell doesn’t break lose from them hired mercenaries I.E the so called Dinucci Empire.

JG: Hired mercenaries? The Empire is the cream of the crop, the best in the business... It’s just a matter of time.

DM: It’s a matter of time before I slap you again Bomb.

With Siren facing the effects of the arm bar she learns forward and somehow, using her tremendous ability manages to knock out a surprising kick to the back of Lightning’s head, over her own. It’s a fantastic martial arts based moved as well as the element of surprise, that the crowd seem to love. With the hold being broken Siren grabs Lightning as if she is going to hit him with a snapmare takedown yet Lightning seems to be one step a head of Siren and refuses to go anywhere. Instead he again uses his weight advantage this time picking Siren high in the air. As she hangs vertical in the air she pushes her legs forward to topple over Lightning in fantastic style so how she is behind him. On the way down she manages to spin her body and attempts to nail a dropkick into the back of his head. She seems to be unsuccessful as Lightning manages to dip his head just enough to Miss Siren’s feet.

DM: Fantastic stuff we are seeing here, unbelievable ability from both parties.

With both Siren and Lightning on the mat, Lightning being on his knees he spins quickly at the blink of an eye with the intent of decapitating Siren with a vicious kick. Again only inches away Siren manages to duck, lying flat on the floor to the amazement of the crowd that seems to be loving the display so far. With Siren knowing how close she was she shuffles across the floor and trips Lightning up with a drop toe hold. She almost instantly dives to top of him attempting to ground him with a side headlock.

JG: Siren is really making people stand up and take note of her.

DM: I would agree, and with Lightning playing his part this one will be almost impossible to call.

JG: Impossible is nothing my friend…especially when Siren is on top form.

DM: For one I’m not your friend. And two I’m not disputing the fact that Siren is a fantastic superstar. We know that by what we have seen previously and tonight so far. All I’m saying is Siren versus Lightning is a perfect recipe for a jaw dropping match.

JG: The only thing that will be dropping is Lightning, like a sack of coal, after Siren is done ripping him limb from limb.

DM: You believe what you want. Lightning likes a fight, this this is what he does, don’t be so judgmental because the man has pride and dignity.

After being in the headlock for about five seconds he manages to thrust a punch deep into the kidney region of Siren that loosens the hold just enough for Lightning to get his head out over before capturing Siren in a head scissors. He locks it in tight as she squirms attempting to break free. After slowing the pace down momentarily Siren springs to life flipping up to her feet from her back, in the same way the rock use to do. However a millisecond behind her Lightning is doing the same thing before the both turn, facing each other staring deep into each other eyes. This draws a massive cheer from the crowd showing the respect for both characters, ignoring the fact that they both align themselves at different ends of the spectrum.

DM: What a fantastic serious of events there! Not one backing down an inch and there fans no it!

JG: I have to agree, Siren is running the show.

DM: And Lightning is backing it up being the co superstar of this show tonight!

The pair pace around each other, not flinching one bit, aware of what each other are capable of. Siren darts towards Lightning yet he side steps it and begins to unload some vicious right hands to the jaw of Siren this rocks her back before lightning grasps a hold of her wrist and Irish whips her off the ropes opposite there location. On the return he attempts to bring her back down to planet earth with a clothes line but un-Lightning like he telegraphs the move. Siren ducks the clothes line and on the return she leaps in the air hooking in a standing Fujiwara Arm bar. Somehow Lightning manages to remain on his feet. In one swift movement he flips Siren back to her standing position before latching on with a suplex. After the impact of the suplex is made, he remains tightly gripped to Siren and with a shuffle of the hips he manages to swing her around ready for another one.

DM: We all know this move folks, the triple German Suplex... Can he hit the third ? He can !!

Like on the commentary, Lightning follows the move only releasing on the third suplex The impact is immense, Siren gripping her lower back tightly as Lightning gets to his feet. He checks on the position of Siren before pointing to the turnbuckle. The fans let out there cheers and support with some “Eddie” chants as well. Catching his breath he sufficiently makes his way up the turnbuckle from the inside and spins around to set his focus on the downed Siren. After a moment of catching his bearings he leaps off and nails a thunderous frog splash sending the crowd into a further state of ecstasy. It impact is monstrous but without letting anymore time slip by Lightning makes the cover.

DM: I don’t think Siren will be able to kick out of that! One!!!

JG: Come on honey!

DM: No!! Siren managed to get the shoulder up at the last minute... wait a minute, did you say honey?

JG: Me...no...You must be losing it with your old age?

DM: Hmmmm

Lightning’s face tells it all. He can’t believe that somehow, Siren managed to kick out. He picks the wounded superstar off the mat who is clearly starting to show the effects from some physical abuse. As lightning picks her up she swiftly manages to clip Lightning with a double slap to both ears. A smart move that makes momentarily makes lightning lose his focus in a sharp and painful way. With Lightning clutching his head in agony Siren takes the opt unity to plant a lovely shuffle side kick right in his kisser. The force echoes around the arena and it actually caused Lightning to tumble out of the ring to the mat below.

JG: Ha-ha the Siren strikes again, just when everyone thought she was out for the count.

DM: As much as I hate to say it your right. It’s going to take a lot more to keep Siren on the mat.

Lightning slowly makes his way back up to his feet on the outside before he is met by a charging drop kick that Siren pulled off, diving through the ropes. The force of the drop kick sends him over the announcers table squashing the Bomb up against the barrier. The crackle and crunch of his microphone is heard as it tangles between the bodies and the safety railing. There’s a few laughs from the members of the crowd that are trying desperately to get there 5minutes of fame by looking at the camera as it surveys the carnage. Siren flicks her hair back, somewhat amused by the destruction that she has created.

DM: I do apologize for the sound deficiency there. But on a good note Jim has been squashed so that will momentarily stop his highly annoying points of view.

That last sentence was said through a smile, you can just tell, as Lightning stumbles back out from the wreckage onto the shot. He is met by a skin tearing chop that sends the crowd nuts, "Ohhh"ing as they like to do. She follows that chop up with another one, and another one causing Lightning’s chest to swell with the force of each blow.

DM: Haha how do you like Siren now Jimbo?

JG: That wasn’t Siren’s fault! That little hooligan Lightning just assaulted me!

DM: What?! You got what was coming to you, end of story !

JG: Mr. Dinucci will be hearing about this one, I guarantee it!

After the fourth and final chop Siren uses the announcers table that is somehow still intact for extra leverage before nailing an impressive swinging DDT that again picks the crowd up a notch or two. The referees count is drawing close to eight, and wanting to win this match by her in ring ability she rolls Lightning into the ring and quickly follows. With lightning not looking to clever at the moment Siren Irish whips him in the corner with great force. Keeping to her game plan, not allowing Lightning anytime to breath she pounces on him with a huge splash that cause his whole body to rock back. After that she obviously sees its time to end this one. She lets out a shriek with her followers call back to her before getting him in a suplex maneuver and hooking him onto the top turnbuckle.

DM: If Siren hits this it’s over. I’m not sure how much more punishment Lightning can withstand.

JG: Ohh I’ve waited a long time to see this.

As Siren also mounts the turnbuckle she is met by some desperation fists that strike her mid section. She absorbs about three or for before a solid head but knocks her off her perch down to the canvass inside the ring. Lightning shakes his head to clear the cobwebs before leaping off landing onto Siren which is kneeling facing the turnbuckle that lightning has just leaped off. He kind of has her hooked in what looks like a powerbomb/Piledriver position before, out of nowhere nailing the phenomenal...

DM: STRIKE OF LIGHTNING!!!

JG: Oh Crud!

The fans scream there lungs out as Lightning slides over to make the pinfall on the motionless Siren. The referee begins the count.

Crowd: ONE!!! TWO!!! THREE!!!

There’s a blaze of cheers that circulate the arena as determined booms over the PA system. Every single member of the crowd are on their feet as Lightning celebrates. After a few seconds Siren comes to her sense as she rolls out the ring. The reception for these two athletes is unbelievable. Siren heads up the ramp and out of sight as Lightning takes his celebrations to the outside.

JG: I’d normally comment on the repulsiveness of this moment, but something much more important is happening in Mr. Dinucci’s office right now.

DM: Sure Jim...everything revolves around our power mad boss.

JG: Of course it does. He pays the bills. Besides, if I had to bear this any longer I might vomit.

DM: Don’t worry about vomiting Bomb...I might beat you to it. You’re making me sick.

The camera jumps back to Mr. Dinucci’s office where he sits with the envelope that had been delivered to him earlier in his hands. A knock is heard on the door and Mr. Dinucci gestures towards the door with his head. Slayne Demonio looks at him and shakes his head before walking over to the door and opening it an inch. He smiles and steps back, revealing the person at the other side to be none other than Mr. Dinucci’s personal assassin, Sid Griffith. Slayne waits until Sid steps through the door and starts to walk over to Mr. Dinucci’s desk before he closes the door and follows him. Mr. Dinucci gestures Sid over to his desk with a flick of his right hand and waits silently as his monster strides over and comes to stand over at his right, leaning over him and looking down at the envelope.

SG: What’s that ?

Dinucci sits silently for a moment before lifting the envelope and unceremoniously dumping it out onto his desk. There is a quick sliding sound in the envelope for a moment before a playing card drops out and flutters down to the desk before landing face first. Sid turns and looks at Mr. Dinucci with an expression of pure confusion on his face.

SG: Yeah ? And ? What did you call me in here for John ?

Mr. Dinucci gives him an exasperated look before gesturing for him to pick it up. Sid picks it up and turns it over in his hands before disdainfully flicking it back onto the desk.

SG: It’s a playing card with writing on it. So what ?

Mr. Dinucci lets out an irritated sigh before picking the card back up.

JD: What card is it Sid ?

Sid shrugs arrogantly before answering the question.

SG: It’s an Ace of Spades and it has "DIV" written on it. Big deal ? What the hell does it mean ? Is it some kind of stupid joke ?

Dinucci shakes his head angrily for a moment before looking up at Sid and explaining it to him like he’s a stubborn child.

JD: No Sid...it’s not a joke. It is far from a joke in fact. I’d be willing to wager most of my money that it came from the guy who left you laid out a couple of weeks ago.

Sid shrugs again, his face covered by an arrogant look.

SG: Yeah ? So ? He got lucky by sucker punching me. In a stand up fight I’d kill him.

At this point it is clear that Mr. Dinucci is getting very angry at Sid for his attitude.

JD: Listen to me bonehead, normally I think your arrogance and confidence are great and I encourage them. In this case though they’re only going to get your ass kicked. I don’t know who that guy was, but he clearly knew what he was doing to take you apart so easily. For once shelve your ego and listen to me. Assume for a few seconds that I might happen to know just a little more than you do.

A scowl comes over Sid’s face but he doesn’t respond. Mr. Dinucci sits quietly as Sid turns this over in his head. He dismisses the remark with another arrogant flick of his hand.

SG: He only beat me because he hit me from behind. Had I been ready it would have been a different story.

Mr. Dinucci reacts to the response by balling up his right hand and slamming his fist into the table hard, this time he’s clearly angry at Sid’s attitude.

JD: No Sid, he didn’t just beat you because he hit you from behind. He kicked your ass because he knew what he was doing and it was clearly personal for him. In a stand up fight it might take a little longer, but he’d still destroy you. He has one thing that you don’t.

Sid’s response comes out as more of a growl than a question.

SG: What’s that ?

Mr. Dinucci looks up at Sid and gives him the type of smile that would get anyone else’s face ripped off by the monster.

SG: I have experience John.

JD: Not like he does Sid. I can see it in the way he carries himself, in the way he moved in the ring…in how he totally dismantled you like it was the easiest thing that he’d ever done. He moved like Zale and Spyder did and how Quentin Barnes does now. He’s been at this for a long time and he knows a lot more than you do Sid, even if your pride won’t allow you to admit it. That card is not a party favor, it’s not a joke and it’s not meant as a way to rub in your ass kicking. It is one thing and one thing only.

SG: What’s that John ? You mentioned it already...what is it ?

Mr. Dinucci stands up and looks up into Sid’s face with a rock hard expression on his face and his voice comes out ice cold.

JD: It’s a warning Sid. Be smart and heed it until we figure out who this guy is. I don’t pay you to be stupid so knock it off. Shelve your pride and behave like you normally do.

Sid looks absolutely livid at being spoken to in such a manner, but his reply comes out short and to the point.

SG: Fine John, you’re the boss.

Mr. Dinucci smiles at the answer and slaps Sid on the arm.

JD: Don’t you forget it Sid. Now go get Caspian for me, I have to talk to him.

Sid glares angrily at the boss before shaking his head and turning on his heel. He gestures for Slayne to follow him, but Mr. Dinucci shakes his head no, gesturing for Slayne to stay put. Sid notes it with a slight gesture of aggravation but doesn’t comment on it, he just walks to the door, pulls the door open and walks out of the office without another word. A second later the camera shot jumps back to the announcers table.

DM: Wow...that was tense. It seems like the attack on Sid last week has left some cracks in the foundation of the Empire.

JG: Nah, it’ll be fine once Sid listens to Mr. Dinucci. Sid is a great talent, but he does show his inexperience sometimes. It’ll be fine. Trust me.

DM: I’ve never trusted you before and I’m not going to start now. As far as the whole thing with Sid is concerned he’s still smarting because his ego got so badly bruised. He’ll get over it. Speaking of “over” though, the next match between Jonathan Willis and Reign involves two men who are both very “over” with the fans. It really stinks that Willis had to be screwed out of the Television Title last week. It was typical Dinucci nonsense.

JG: He had it coming. He shouldn’t have aligned with Barnes and he’d still have it now. He chose the wrong side in the fight and that was one of his consequences.

DM: Listen Grande, if you’re done being the official Minister of Propaganda for Dinucci and his slimy doings why don’t we get to the match ?

JG: Reign will demolish him and we’ll clean up the mess. This is going to be great.

DM: Easy there Grande...you’re getting a little too happy for my comfort. Let’s get to the ring.

MATCH 4 REGULAR SINGLES MATCH Jonathan Willis (Team Impact) vs. Reign

"Pieces" slowly begins to take volume allowing each and every ear within hearing distance to take in it's effect… As quickly as it begins a flash of brilliant white light eclipses the eyes leaving all light to cut downward to a lowlit dim grey dull...

JG: Haha you know what this means…

Red and Silver Spotlights begin panning over the crowd surrounding the ring, as the music picks up even more a crescendo of fireworks and pyro shoot from the stage leaving Reign to step out from the back through the curtain into direct view of the crowd, a reaction without appearance overtakes the scene as Reign begins to slowly make his way down the ramp towards the ring.

DM: These fans are pretty mixed out here. Whatever the outcome Reign is making peoples heads turn.

JG: I think he‘s pretty cool Don.

]DM: You would Jim… You would

Reign slides under the bottom rope Reign waits in a corner for his opponent.

DM: Love him or hate him Reign looks like he is ready to destroy.

JG: And I hope he destroys his opponent tonight.

The lights slowly dim out of the arena, and the opening chords of "Open Your Eyes" by Guano Apes begin to play out. Multi-coloured strobe lights begin to flash everywhere, and a huge multi-coloured pyro goes off, washing the arena back into light as the fans cheer widely.

DM: Listen to this reaction Jim, these people love him!

JG: And that’s why these people are morons

Jonathan Willis emerges from the curtain. Jon walks towards the ring, taking a few quick moments to slap a few hands along the way. Jon hops onto the apron, grabs the ropes, and somersaults into the ring. He begins warming up, staring straight at Reign who gladly returns the favor. The music dies as the two men approach each other. The bell rings before they get toe to toe signaling the start of the match.

DM: And here we go.

Reign lands the first blow, a vicious left hand that knocks Willis back a few inches. He follows it up with a chop that stings the body of Jon Willis sending a hard slapping noise into the arena, closely followed by the “ohh” comment let out by the on hand capacity crowd. If the hard chop wasn’t bad enough Reign decides to turn it up a notch by unleashing a hard knee to the mid section of Willis, thus causing him to crease over. As he does he plants a stiff boot to the side of Jon’s head that sends him through the middle rope and crashing to the protective mats to the outside.

JG: Whoa, Reign is like a hungry junk yard dog that can smell a nice juicy steak.

DM: Umm… Well he definitely seems to be the aggressor here.

Reign wastes no time following Willis to the outside. He drops to the ground fast and in one swift movement rolls under the bottom rope. He lands perfectly on his feet as Willis is starting to get back up to his. Reign darts over, bringing his arm up parallel to the floor, tensing it as he does and almost dismantles Willis’s head from his body with a mean looking clothesline. As Willis falls to the ground faster than a sack of coal, Reign descends towards him as well nailing a stern elbow straight to his heart.

DM: Reign is very impressive here tonight, as he always is.

JG: Yeah I have to agree with you there Donnie. It’s just that much sweeter that he is expressing all his rage and anger in the general direction of that piece of trash Jon Willis.

DM: Piece of trash, was that justified?

JG: Oh I have my reasons Don… I have my reasons.

DM: (under his breath) … Ass…

After delivering the hard elbow to Jon Willis Reign continues the assault. After laying in a few boots on his downed opponent Reign lends an aggressive hand helps Willis to his feet by the base of his mask. As he does he almost instantly hooks him in a DDT and drops to the concrete floor at the start of the entrance ramp. The impact is fantastic in a brutal way leaving Willis in a vertical position for a good two seconds before slumping to the floor practically unconscious. The fans let out a concerned yelp as the hardcore extremists in the crowd cheer for the impact of that brutal DDT.

DM: Oh my god! Reign just executed Jon Willis with that insane DDT!

JG: Haha I think your right. I hope Mr. Dinucci is watching…

DM: You’re sick Bomb; Willis might have a fractured skull.

JG: It’s quite possible; we can only pray he has.

DM: I wish something awful would happen to you Bomb.

Reign sits up looking around at the concerned faces of the fans that surround him. He grins evilly, very pleased with his work so far. There’s a few boos and jeers but they seem to be bouncing off Reign. After sitting for a short while he gets back to his feet and throws Willis under the rope back into the ring due to the referees count hitting seven. He also enters the ring but to his surprise Willis is back to his feet darting back from the opposite ropes. Willis wastes no time in straining Reign with a double foot dropkick to the temple.

DM: Willis was playing possum and forged Reign into thinking he was in total control. That’s why Jon Willis is a multiple title holder here in PPW and an essential part of Team impact.

JG: Yeah yeah he hit a drop kick… that was desperation more than quick wits !

DM: Oh I believe Jonathan Willis is only just beginning.

There’s a sense of urgency from the crowd as this match may not be as one sided as we all once thought. With Reign grounded Willis drags him away from the ropes by his head before locking in a dragon sleeper. The referee gets in position to see if Reign wants to tap, and although he seems to be riving in pain from the perfectly executed submission hold there’s a glint in his eye that somehow seems to show that he enjoys the pain. The referee keeps an eye talking to Reign who replies no each time, while his foot slowly etches towards the bottom set of ring ropes.

JG: What is Willis Doing? Reign seems to enjoy this sort of punishment?

DM: Love it or hate it, this hold will take its toll on you, especially if it’s applied by Jon Willis.

JG: Can I come to your wedding?

DM: Excuse me?

JG: You and Jon tying the knot? So can I come?

DM: Hey there’s nothing wrong with respecting an individual who has a lot of respect for other people and who has achieved a great deal here in PPW. And correct me if I’m wrong Jim but aren’t you a little one sided towards the Dinucci empire?

JG: No I’m just an innocent bystander with the correct opinion.

DM: Correct opinion? You wouldn’t know the correct opinion if it smacked you in the face with a two by four. Anyway getting back to the match…

Reign somehow manages to dig deep and stretch his legs out long enough to wrap around the bottom rope. The referee signals the rope break and Jon Willis quickly breaks the hold. Willis is first to his feet and before Reign can put two and two together he is met by some solid stiff kicks to his upper body, to the delight of the crowd. As Reign manages to get back to his standing position out of nowhere Willis nails him with a standing hurricanrana. As Reign bounces off the mat Jon Willis is already halfway up the turnbuckle. He turns and without thinking he nails a double foot stomp right to the rib cage of Reign. This forces him to clutch his ribs tight and Willis applies the pin.

DM: And just like that Willis is back in control.

The referees hand only slaps the mat twice before Reign manages to muscle his way out. Reign is helped back to his feet by Willis before being drove back first into the opposite corner. He lets out a shout as the fans seem to be swarming in numbers to the corner of Jon Willis. After executing a nasty looking kick into the mid section of Reign, Willis hooks him in a powerbomb position before driving him into the turnbuckle with his patented Lyger bomb. The impact is immense causing Reign to bounce off the turnbuckle as if he was thrown out of a car, crumpling in a heap on the canvass. Wills lets out a shout and the fans respond showing him who they side with.

DM: What a response for Willis, he real is all that its cracked up to be.

JG: There’s no doubt about it the man knows how to fight. He just puts his faith in the wrong people.

DM: The wrong people?

JG: Sure… for example the fans… and don’t get me started on his low life running buddies.

DM: Would you stop that!

Willis turns round to keep his focus on his opponent and in realizing that he is on the mat he falls to the floor hooking the leg. The referee slides over to him and begins to count.

Crowd: ONE!!!! TWO!!!!

As the count of two takes place again Reign managers to kick out.

JG: Reign is showing drive and ambition here, all the signs of a great wrestler. Maybe I should inform Dinucci.

DM: What ? Inform him that you’re a jackass?

Jim remains silent as Willis picks himself up. Again he goes to help Reign up but Reign counters it with a sneaky thumb to the eye.

JG: Haha nice move, I really like this guy

As Willis stumbles back Reign seizes the opportunity to silence the buzzing crowd by nailing Willis with a fisherman suplex. He keeps the bridge and manages to keep it locked in long enough to start a pinfall.

DM: Great move on behalf of Reign here.

Crowd: ONE!

JG: He’s surely got him here…

Crowd: TWO!

DM: And we have a win…no we don’t, fantastic kick out by Willis!

There’s a cheer from the fans, followed by the sigh of Jim Grande. Reign can’t quite believe it as he even convinced himself that he snuck a cheap victory but it wouldn’t be like him to complain. He picks himself up and latches a hold of Willis by his throat, before throwing him in the general direction of the ropes. As Willis bounces back Reign flips him up in a fantastic tilt-a-whirl maneuver. Both men crash to the matt, obviously Willis coming off worse. As Willis lies almost dead on the mat Reign skips over him hooking him in the STF. He rives back in pain as Reign applies more pressure.

JG: Look at Willis; he is dead centre with nowhere to run!

DM: Willis doesn’t run he fights.

JG: He looks out of fight to me Donnie boy.

Willis fights the pain clawing towards the ropes to break the hold. The crowd claps simultaneously to urge Willis on. He seems to absorbing the response from the crowd pushing the extra mile. He manages to shuffle forward a few feet as the claps become more and more prominent. It seems to be make or break time for Willis but in one final stretch he reaches out and grabs the rope. The referee once again intervenes as Reign reluctantly breaks the hold. Reign signals to the crowd that he is ready to end this one now as he is met by a mixed by a mixed reaction.

JG: Haha I feel this one coming to an end…

DM: I hate to say it but I think your right.

Willis somehow manages to pick to get to his feet after that painful submission oblivious that Reign is waiting to put the final nail in the coffin. Willis turns, un-a where of his location and walks straight into the boot of Reign.

JG: Haha, here we go, Faded Glory!!! Hey…

Some how Willis manages to wriggle out of the attempted hold and out of nowhere he manages to execute…

DM: THE TRIPLE D!!!

As Reign hit’s the mat Willis leans over for the cover.

Crowd: ONE!!

DM: This has to be it… TWO!

JG: Ohh crap!! Three !!

DM: After a grueling match Jon Willis has put Reign away !

Jon Willis stands up and gets his hand raised by the referee, then walks over to the ropes and climbs out of the ring. He starts to walk up the ramp as “Open Your Eyes” blares throughout the arena. As he gets half way up the ramp a small army of Police comes storming down the ramp towards the ring. We head backstage where Johnny Dinucci is sat at his desk. At this moment he is currently signing some papers. Suddenly, without warning, the door to his office flies open. Kate Barnes storms into the office.

KB: Where the hell is he!?

JD: What the hell are you doing in here?

KB: I asked you a question...

JD: Ditto...

She is followed into the room by Riddick Andrews...

RA: I suggest you answer her question... Before I forgo all rights to be here.

Dinucci’s jaw clentches.

JD: What do you want from me?

KB: I want to know where Quentin is...

Dinucci snorts with laughter.

JD: You and me both!

Kate and Riddick look at each other briefly, then at Dinucci looking confused.

KB: What do you mean you and me both?

JD: I mean, he walked past me at the end of last weeks show, I told him that he wouldn’t be on the card because I had a surprise for him this week. Does he show up? Does he fuck... Santimonious son of a bitch...

KB: I’m warning you Dinucci, if you’re lying to me...

JD: What? What are you gunna do? Fact is, you’re husband is AWOL. I don’t care if he’s missing, I don’t care if he’s gone nuts. The son of a bitch is PPW Paramount Champion and he’s fucking AWOL. He needs to remember where he works...

KB: But...

JD: No buts... Get out of my office before I get security to escort you out of the building.

Kate stands, with a tear in her eye. Riddick places his hand on Kate’s shoulder. Dinucci returns to looking at contracts as Kate turns and leaves the office.

MATCH 5 PPW BLOODGAMES TITLE MATCH "The Nightmare" Jared McClaine © vs "The One Man Wrecking Crew" Casano

DM: That was an intense exchange in what has been nothing short of a historic night so far, and the top half of the show kicks off with a bang when Jared McClaine takes on Casano, this time for the Bloodgames Championship!

JG: If their last match is anything to go on, Casano has this one in the bag. It's just a formality at this point.

DM: I think any match against Jared McClaine is far from formal.

JG: Yeah, but Casano wasn't the one left bloody, brutalized, beaten, and on fire last week.

DM: Yes, that's true, but Casano WAS left bloody, brutalized, and beaten at the end of last week's match, even though he won.

JG: He still wasn't set on fire, though.

DM: No, that was a couple weeks back.

The announcers continue to bicker back and forth as "Here Comes the Boom" by DMX blares over the loudspeaker. Out from the curtains walks Casano. Not paying any attention to the crowd, he is wearing a half gold, half green singlet. His black t-shirt reads "Casanoizing Mother F*ckers For Years" in green and gold. Casano quickly makes his way to the ring as Rat, Jah G, and Chubz file out behind him, quickly in tow and slightly taunting the crowd. Casano slides in to the ring, takes off his shirt, and throws it to the ground. He leans on the ropes, stretching his back out, as the referee introduces both him and the match while his cohorts stand outside the ring.

RA: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is a Bloodgames match scheduled for one fall, and is for the BLOODGAMES CHAMPIONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger, standing at 6'3'' and weighing in at 221 pounds, being accompanied to the ring by Rat, Jah G, and Chubz… CASANO!!

All three men on the outside focus on the entrance ramp, while Casano warms up in the center of the ring. The lights go out of the arena and "Crimson Red" by Stigmurder begins to play as the lights start to flicker and fog starts to rise on the ramp. "The Nightmare" Jared McClaine emerges from the fog, standing tall even though he has several burn marks still marking parts of his body. Jared walks towards the ring fiercely defiant as he is introduced.

RA: And his opponent, standing at 6'2'' and weighing in at 245 pounds…the CURRENT AND DEFENDING BLOODGAMES CHAMPION….JARRRRRED MCCLAINE!!!!

Jared quickly slides into the ring and charges Casano, bringing him down and nailing a flurry of punches. The bell quickly rings, and both men brawl across the ring before eventually rolling right out of it. Jared and Casano continue to trade blows until Casano shoves Jared off of him. Jared maintains the offensive and begins booting Casano multiple times, only stopping when Rat advances. Rat is quickly scared off by Jared, and Jah G and Chubz look on almost amused. Jared eagerly lifts up the ring apron and digs under the ring, producing a Kendo stick. Jared wastes no time in nailing a flurry of snapping strikes to Casano with the stick, producing a ringing "thwack" sound. Jared quickly turns around and runs at Rat, nailing a surprise, ringing blow that sends Rat crashing to the mat. Jared screams something about payback for last week before he turns around, only to be met with a ringing chair shot by Casano. Jah G and Chubz attend to Rat as Casano begins laying into Jared. Jared is quickly bleeding from his head, but manages to deflect a particularly brutal shot by picking up his Kendo stick in time to intercept it, causing the stick to break in two. Jared uses his snap-second of surprise to grab whatever's left of the Kendo stick and ram it into Casano's thigh. Casano tries to nail Jared again with the chair, but again has the stick forcibly shoved into his gut. Casano eventually drops the chair, and Jared soon uses the splintered wooden wreckage of his former Kendo stick to lay into Casano's head, quickly busting him open. Jared manages to roll Casano into the ring, and then begins choking him with the Kendo stick.

DM: It seems as if both men are going for broke!

JG: Both bleeding and brutalized, not even five minutes in! For whatever reason, both men are wrestling as if their life depended on it. Just goes to show how idiotic and sadomasochistic these freaks are.

Casano squirms in Jared's grip, but eventually manages to get out of it by scraping Jared's face, bloodying him even more. Both men slowly get to their feet, almost oozing blood, and begin trading punches. Again, both men brawl all across the ring, and eventually Casano grabs Jared and forcefully shoves him onto the apron. Both men continue to lay into each other on the apron, but Casano eventually catches Jared and gives him a gigantic belly-to-belly suplex, sending both to the outside mats. Jared winces and breathes hard while Casano looks under the ring, his vision now largely obscured due to all the blood caking his face. He manages to pull out a ladder, which gets a massive response from the cheering crowd. He slams the ladder against Jared a few times before sliding it into the ring and setting it up slanted in a corner. Casano waits for Jared to slowly crawl into the ring before grabbing him and forcefully pushing him up. Casano whips Jared towards the ladder, only for Jared to reverse it and whip Casano towards the ladder as hard as he can before falling down. Casano collides back-first with the top of the slanted ladder, which causes it to see-saw over the top rope, carrying Casano with it. Casano crashes into Rat, Jah G, and Chubz as the crowd roars and Jared tries to regain his composure even though he is soon lying in a pool of his own blood.

DM: I can't believe this! Both men have lost a ton of blood, and every moment they spend inside and outside the ring are becoming more and more of a hazard to their career. I have a bad feeling that this will be all over soon, whether either man wins or not.

JG: That's what defines the Bloodgames Division, Donovan, especially the Championship. If they're not risking their lives on a match-by-match basis, they're doing something wrong.

Jared eventually digs out Casano from the pile of bodies, and slides the ladder back into the ring. Jared sets it up in the middle of the ring, and slowly begins climbing it. Casano grudgingly gets to his feet, trying his best to shake off the cobwebs, and slowly climbs the ladder as well. On the outside, Rat, Jah G, and Chubz all manage to pry themselves off of each other and get to their feet. Both Casano and Jared McClaine meet each other near the top rungs and again trade blows. The ladder is soon wobbling as both men struggle to keep their balance. Jared soon juts his hand out, choking Casano. Casano fights back by digging his nails into Jared's eyes and face,but Jared's grip is vice-like. Jared soon wows the crowd and shocks the announcers when he chokeslams Casano off the ladder to the outside of the ring, and right back into Chubz, Jah G, and Rat. The crowd starts a gigantic "Holy Shit" chant as Jared barely manages to descend a few rungs down the ladder before falling off it and collapsing onto the mat.

DM: This is absolute insanity. I doubt both men are able to continue after something like that.

JG: I doubt I'd care. If they're both spent, that means both don't deserve the championship. It's simple logic.

DM: You know, unless I'm mistaken, you yourself are a retired wrestler. You're not one to talk about champions being unworthy.

The announcers continue to bicker at one another while Jared slowly gets to his feet, as does Casano on the outside. Chubz and Jah G try to help Casano up, but Casano quickly shoves them away and yells at them to back off. Meanwhile, Rat looks completely out of it, as he absorbed the brunt of Casano's weight both times he collided with the group. Casano rolls into the ring cautiously, even though both his and Jared's eyes are developing a somewhat far-off, glossed over look. Both men's bodies are almost soaked in blood, and they waste no time at going at each other, perhaps for the last time they'll be able to do so without passing out. Both men end up backing off and have to lean up against opposite ropes simply to stand. Jared and Casano stare at each other fiercely despite themselves, and Jared quickly points to the still-standing ladder. Casano nods in agreement, and both men make a beeline for the object. Casano and Jared McClaine try to quickly scale the ladder again, but both men have trouble doing so. Eventually, they meet each other high atop the ladder once more. This time, Casano is able to win the battle of punches between the two, and Jared falls back…but without any energy to guide himself, Jared's legs become entangled in the upper-most rung of the ladder, and he dangles upside-down as his blood slowly drips to the mat. Casano, seeing this, slowly manages to slide himself over the ladder and on to Jared's side, just above him. Casano is able to shove his feet on the rung below the one Jared's feet are dangling from, and Jared spends the last amount of effort he possesses to lift his torso up. Casano, thinking on a whim, lets his legs go out from him, causing them to become entangled in the same way and position Jared's legs are. Casano drives himself down, crashing into Jared, and hooks on a dragon sleeper. Jared screams and flails his arms weakly, trying to get out of the hold. He stays in it for a good twenty seconds, with no chance of escape at all, before the referee has no choice but to ring the bell.

DM: He did it! Casano forced a referee stoppage! Casano beat Jared McClaine again!

JG: Clever bastard, I'll give him that. Not the most astounding way to beat a man, but I'll be damned if it's not effective.

RA: Ladies and gentlemen, due to referee stoppage, here is your winner…AND NEW BLOODGAMES CHAMPION!!!! CASANO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Here Comes the Boom" by DMX blares over the sound system as Rat, Jah G, and Chubz rush the ring. Rat manages to unlock Casano from the ladder, but pays no attention to Jared. Meanwhile, the ring announcer brings the Bloodgames Championship into the ring, which is quickly snatched up by Chubz and Jah G, who lift it high over their heads and eventually give it to Casano after Rat helps him to his feet. Casano blinks heavily before grabbing his belt and letting the referee raise his hand. All four men walk up the ramp victoriously as Jared McClaine manages to pry himself off the ladder. Despite his injuries, he begins cursing loudly and arguing with the referee. Jared lets out one last burst of anger before rolling out of the ring and defiantly walking back up the ramp despite the hellacious match.

DM: Things just keep getting worse for Jared McClaine. You have to feel sorry for him. It just isn’t fair to see one man suffer so much.

JG: Why should I feel sorry for him ? He’s a loser, plain and simple.

DM: No, you’re a loser Grande. At least he has the guts to keep fighting in spite of the odds being so against him week after week. Whenever anyone threatens you all you do is run and hide behind Dinucci.

“Slither” By Velvet Revolver blasts over the speakers, drawing instantaneous hate filled boos. The PPW Owner struts out onto the ramp confidently, pausing long enough to put up his arms and take an exaggerated bow. He holds this for a few seconds before straightening back up and sauntering confidently down to the ring.

DM: Speaking of our head snake and un-esteemed boss…here he is.

He ascends the ring steps and walks into the center of the ring. He waits for a microphone to be handed to him and raises it gleefully.

JD: I don’t care how much you slugs boo me; my mood is far too good to be ruined by it. A couple of weeks ago the Dinucci Empire struck another blow for the forces of decency in Pure Pain Wrestler. My right hand man, the single greatest talent and future Paramount Champion of this company, Sid Griffith, liberated the Television Title from Jonathan Willis.

Dinucci is interrupted by a massive cheer at the mention of the name of the former Television Champion, current Ascension Champion and Team Impact member. Dinucci doesn’t miss a beat, dismissing the cheer with a flick of his hand while continuing his speech.

JD: Mr. Willis made a choice, and it was the wrong one. He chose Quentin Barnes and that force of suckers who have this delusion that they have to avenge the encouraged retirement of the former fraud Champion, Colin Zale.

The fans boo furiously at the verbal assault on their fallen hero but burst into a deafening cheer at the mention of his name. Again Mr. Dinucci refuses to acknowledge the booing and just continues as if they had never happened.

JD: With that said it is now time to introduce the man of the hour, the man who liberated the Television Title from the slimy clutches of anyone who isn’t allied with me…the man himself and future Pure Pain Wrestling Champion…SID GRIFFITH !!!!!

Before the music even hits, the entire arena releases a thunderous and deafening ocean of protest against the mere image of Sid onstage. The music begins, though it's hard to hear it over the angry fans watching around the arena. Sid makes his way out from the curtain and grins as he pauses with his Television Championship dragging the floor. Beside him stands his sister, Fonda, and the two make their way down the ramp to the ring.

Once they get there, Sid ignores his sister and climbs inside the ring. Fonda manages to slide in, as well, and Sid throws the Television Title across his shoulder and waits as both his music and the fans die down slowly. Dinucci hands him the mic and the fans finally die down enough for Sid to speak.

Sid: You know, John... At the last Mutilation, I earned this strap of gold lying across my shoulder right here.

He taps the title with the palm of his hand as he speaks.

Sid: You've set your goals up in front of me, and I've knocked them down easily.

The arena surrounds the two men with displeased murmuring, clusters of booing throughout the arena. In response, Sid simply pauses and takes a moment to grin at some of the fans.

Sid: And much to everyone's dismay, I've done it with style. So each and every one of you people in this arena can watch me... and envy me. Envy me; because not one of you, whether you're back in the locker room, or drinking a beer in the front row, has the dominant presence that I have. Especially this bald piece of shit right here.

Sid points his finger at a man in his mid-forties maybe, sitting in the second or third row. The man is tall and lankey, and while drinking a beer, looks up at Sid with raised eyebrows, then challenges Sid to come outside the ring and do something. Sid merely grins and stalks closer, leaning against the top rope as he speaks.

Sid: You know, people like you make me sick. You want to come out here and frown out your face when I step out here, and throw trash at me, and entertain yourself with lies that make you somehow believe that if you were standing face to face with me, you could kick my ass. Well, bring your scrawny old ass up here and do something about it...

The man shouts drunkenly at Sid, wobbling from side to side as he does so. Sid only chuckles as he turns away.

Sid: That's what I thought. This man is a prime example of the rest of you people sitting in these seats... Every last one of you... are pussies!

The arena erupts in protest, as beer cups and popcorn bags still half full of popcorn are thrown into the ring. Sid begins laughing and shrugs his shoulders as he turns and faces Dinucci. He brings the mic up to his lips again as trash continues being hurled into the ring.

Sid: Believe it or not, I did come out here for a reason other than to talk down to you pissants... As I was saying before I was sidetracked by these imbeciles... Mr. Dinucci, as you've requested, I've ended careers for you, I've uttered the word 'destruction' into the ears of your hated rivals like no one else could, and I've won gold for you.

Dinucci nods with a satisfied smile as Sid approaches him and towers over him. He takes the Television Championship off his shoulder and extends it to Dinucci.

Sid: And all of those... were YOUR goals. This Television Championship... it's YOUR goal, not mine. I've brought it back to you. You can do with it as you please, boss. But, I don't need nor want it. I've accomplished the goals that you've valued most. It's time that I move on to my own goal: The PPW Paramount Championship!

At the mere mention of his own goal, the fans boo loudly. Sid simply responds by handing the mic to Dinucci, as well as the Television Championship, then thundering over to one of the turnbuckles, climbing it, and shouting obscenities as he throws two very large middle fingers in the air. By this time, the arena is thundering, pulsating with angry fans. Dinucci simply stands in the middle of the ring, clapping and smiling at his "bodyguard." He lets it continue for a few moments, watching with undisguised glee as Sid brings the fans into greater and greater heights of rage. He finally raises the mic and laughs before speaking.

JD: Thank you Sid, that was excellent work…as always. Now, if you're quite done toying with these mental mice I'd like to tell you something that I know you'll like.

Sid disconnects his attention from the fans almost immediately and turns his head towards Dinucci. He jumps down from the turnbuckle and leans against it with sudden interest and raises his eyebrows as if to ask Dinucci to proceed. Dinucci nods his head and raises the mic again.

JD: I can't think of a better time to announce the Main Event for our June Pay Per View, or for that matter the name of the Pay Per View. The name of the show will be "Consequence" and it will air on June seventh. The Main Event of that program will be for the Paramount Championship.

The corners of Sid's mouth curl into an evil grin as he nods his head in approval. His expression turns from an arrogant, laid back grin to an absolutely vile form of eager anticipation for what he thinks is to come next. Dinucci notes this with a smile before continuing.

JD: That Main Event will see the current “Champion”, and I use the term as loosely as is allowable, Quentin Barnes will face either you or Harmony Taylor for the Paramount Championship. Of course, since I hold absolutely no doubt over who will win tonight when you face off against her and become the official Number One Contender to the Paramount Championship I’m sure it will be you facing Barnes for that Title. Of course, due to legal issues I can’t just formally announce that now as I would like to...but that will come in due time. What do you think of that Sid ?

Sid responds with a satisfied nod of his head and takes the mic gingerly from his boss as he looks at all the fans, who stare back in disgust.

Sid: I hate to say I told you so, everyone... but... I told you so.

He breaks out into a disgusting laughter that nearly chokes him as his face turns bright red from how hard he's laughing. He brings the mic up to his mouth again as he regains composure.

Sid: I assure everyone... There WILL be consequences for the lack of leadership and competive edge that our current "champion" has disappointed us all in. I will do everyone a favor... after I steamroll past Harmony Taylor tonight... I'll steamroll through Quentin Barnes as if he's a five feet five, hundred and twenty-five pound chick. Mark my words, you idiots. I WILL be your next champion.

Dinucci claps with glee and laughs evilly. He raises the mic again to address Sid.

JD: That's what I like to hear Sid. Now, if you would please head back to my office. I have an idea of what I will do with this Television Title, plus a few other "matters" to discuss with you. I'll be back in a few minutes.

Sid merely nods once and steps over the top rope and dropping down to the floor. He walks up the rampway with Fonda following behind and ignores the fans' hatred for him. He makes his way backstage with a childish grin and Fonda follows quietly. Mr. Dunicci watches him go with a smile, clapping through the entire departure of his enforcer. He turns and raises the microphone to his mouth again when he suddenly drops to the mat holding the back of his head. The fans don’t have any idea how to react as about half of them boo and the other half cheer. As the camera pans upward it moves up a pair of long, perfectly shaped legs, up the svelte midriff, past the marvelous upper body until it moves up the face before pulling back to show the assailant.

]DM: It’s Harmony Taylor !

JG: She’s going to regret that !

Harmony bends over and picks up the PPW Television Title, raising it over her head with a smile before dropping it back to the mat and grabbing the mostly unconscious PPW Owner. She hauls him up and says something to his face before driving a boot into his stomach and underhooking his arms.

JG: No Harmony ! Don’t do it ! Mr. Dinucci will make you regret it forever if you do !

DM: This is unbelievable ! Harmony is so hungry for respect and power that she’d even make an enemy of Dinucci !

Harmony grins, and then leaps up as high as she can before dropping onto her knees on the mat while pushing down on the back of Dinucci’s face. She drives him into the mat with so much force that the entire ring shakes and for a split second it almost looks like he’s going to be driven through it. Harmony stands up, grabbing the Television Title as she does so and holds it and the Paramount Title over her head as a massive smile spreads across her face.

DM: Harmony has both of our major Titles and hasn’t won either of them !

JG: Come on Harmony ! This isn’t right ! You didn’t win the TV Title ! It’s not yours !

DM: What happened to “possession is nine tenths of the law” Grande ?

JG: That only counts against enemies of The Empire ! Not against us !

DM: I should have expected such hypocrisy out of you.

JG: Yay ! It’s Sid ! And Fonda is right behind him !

DM: “Yay, it’s Sid ?”

Sid comes charging back down the ramp with his sister in tow but never gets the chance to lay a hand on Harmony because she slides out of the ring as soon as he gets to the apron. Fonda charges around the other side, hoping to cut Harmony off. While she’s successful in her endeavor it doesn’t quite end as she had most likely planned it as Harmony wastes no time in driving the Television Title squarely into her face, knocking her unconscious instantly. Fonda hits the floor with a thud and Harmony pauses just long enough to talk a little trash to her before throwing both Titles over the guardrail, leaping over it, grabbing them both back up and taking off through the crowd. Sid doesn’t observe most of this as he’s too busy attending to his still very unconscious boss. He finally lifts his head and notices Harmony tearing off through the audience and notes this with a disgusted shake of his head before picking Mr. Dinucci up with one arm and slinging him over his massive shoulder. He walks over to the ropes and steps over them, dropping to the floor. He walks up the ramp, obviously annoyed at Harmony. He disappears backstage and the camera swings back to the ring.

MATCH 6 Shane Kast (Team Impact) vs. Slayne Demonio (Dinucci Empire)

DM: Well, ladies and gentlemen…it looks like Harmony has stolen another Title. This time she took it from Dinucci. Knowing him he’s going to find a way to make her regret that. It was nice to see him suck canvas like that though. Now it’s time for…

The arena goes dark as a small whistling sound, like a radio's feedback, pierces through the air, which goes straight into the fast and heavy guitar riffs of "F(R)IEND" . Pyro goes off insync with the riffs until the beat cools down and Slayne makes his entrance with the singer belting out the lyrics. The fans then greet him with a barrage of trash as well as boos. Slayne pays no mind to the crowd, and just simply, and arrogantly, soaks in the moment. He slides into the ring with a silver light flashing and proceeds to make a gesture, taunting the fans.

DM: Before I was rudely interrupted, I'd like to--

JG: Ah, shut up, Donovan. Slayne Demonio just made his way to the ring. 'Nuff said.

"Re-Define" by Soil blares through the speakers and the fans react with confusion. The song plays for a few moments while Shane Kast's video package plays. After a few moments Shane Kast walks purposefully out onto the ramp with one arm behind his back and a Colin Zale t-shirt on. He walks out to the center ramp to a decidedly confused reaction and pauses at the edge of the ramp, before the decline starts. He looks all around the arena and his expression is a mixture of deep anguish and barely controlled rage. He straightens his legs out until they are an inverted "V" shape and sets his shoulders. He holds this position for a moment before suddenly thrusting his arms out to his sides. When he does so the crowd explodes into raucous cheers as a Singapore Cane is clutched firmly in his right hand. Shane tilts his hands back so that the inside of his fist is facing upwards and then throws his head back as Colin Zale once did. This draws an absolutely insane cheer from the fans, which nearly blows the roof off of the arena. Shane holds that position for a few moments as the cheers get louder and more raucous. He finally drops his head forward again and his face is red as two tears roll down his face. He finally drops his left hand and then thrusts the cane up overhead and bellows out "COLIN !!!!" to another unbelievably loud cheer before dropping his arms and strides down to the ring.

Shane finally gets down to the ring and leaps from the floor to the ring apron before grabbing the top rope and flipping himself over it and into the ring. He walks over to the turnbuckle and leaps up onto it, using the second rope to balance himself as he thrusts the cane into the air again, again to a massive cheer.

DM: Now THAT is an entrance, Bomb.

JG: Spare me.

Before Kast can get down from the turnbuckle, however, he is attacked by Slayne, who had been sneaking up behind him as he worked the fans. Slayne interrupts him with a forearm to the small of Kast's back, and then transitioning smoothly with a super back suplex to start the match! The bell is called for and the match is officially underway.

DM: A cheap shot. Why am I not surprised?

JG: You mouth off too much, Donovan... Seriously...

DM: Are you kidding?

Slayne maintains his attack by putting the boots to Kast on the ground and then pulling him up to his feet. He whips him into the corner and charges forward with a vicious clothesline that nearly turns Kast inside out. Kast hangs with his arms limply dangling against the top rope. Slayne throws a boot into Kast's gut, then proceeds to whip Kast into the opposite turnbuckle.

JG: You think Kast even stands a chance with Slayne? Think again, baby!

Slayne throws Kast towards the turnbuckle and sprints behind him. Kast thinks quickly enough to leap to the top turnbuckle and backflip over the charging super beast. Demonio hits chest-first against the turnbuckle and stutter steps backwards, only to be hit with a german suplex from Shane Kast.

DM: Yes, you may eat your words now, Bomb.

JG: Shut up.

Kast wastes no time and applies a cross facelock, applying pressure on the back of Slayne's neck. Slayne screams out in pain and finally growls angrily as he throws an elbow into the side of Kast's head, breaking the hold. Both men get to their feet at the same time, and Slayne is the first to attack with a quick T-bone suplex. Kast hits the mat hard and Slayne makes the cover. 1... 2.. Kickout at 2 by Kast.

JG: Not bad Slayne, not bad at all, my man.

Demonio attempts to follow up on the move, but Kast is too quick and crawls under Slayne's legs. Slayne turns, only to be hit with a spinning heel kick that knocks him flat on his rear. Demonio stands and is hit with a dropkick this time, forcing him backwards into the turnbuckle. He stands quickly and hits yet another dropkick. Finally, he whips Slayne into the ropes.

JG: Kast better be careful here, he might be biting off a little more than he can chew.

Slayne charges off the ropes, only to be surprised by a drop toe hold from Shane Kast. Kast stands, then jumps and leg drops the back of Slayne's neck. He waits as Slayne starts to get up to his feet, then runs to the ropes and then clotheslines Slayne. He bounces off again, hitting a tornado DDT. Slayne hits the mat.

DM: Kast is looking great so far, Bomb!

Kast bounces off the ropes again as Slayne stands, and is caught! Slayne grabs Shane in mid-stride and spins around one hundred and eighty degrees and absolutely decimates Shane with a Devour Driver!

JG: WHOA!

DM: ...

As Donovan sits there, stunned, Slayne kneels beside Kast with an evil grin on his face. Slayne pulls Kast up again and wraps his arm around him, spinning around again and hitting the Devour Driver for the second time! He laughs hysterically at his work, then makes the cover arrogantly. 1.. 2... 3! Slayne wins!

DM: Wow... that was just.... unexpected

Slayne stands up and lets out a mighty bellow of victory that almost sounds like a roar. He violently yanks his hand from the referees and looks down at Shane with a look of predatory glee on his face. He pulls Shane up off of the mat with both hands and lifts him up overhead, suspending him there for a few seconds.

DM: Come on Slayne, let him go ! This is just unnecessary !

JG: This is called “sending a message”. Pay attention to it and know your place.

DM: Shut it Grande. I won’t be gagged by you or Dinucci’s pet goon squad.

JG: You’d better learn to be Donnie or we’re going to put you in your place.

DM: If memory serves me correctly, the last time you crossed the line with me I almost broke your jaw. Remember that ?

JG: Hmph. That was a cheap shot.

DM: Maybe so, but you deserved it.

JG: You mean like Shane deserved being splattered into the mat like a bug on a windshield just then ?!

DM: That was repulsive.

Slayne stands up and throws his arms in the air in celebration of flattening Shane. He looks down on his beaten opponent with a sick smile and then turns and walks over to the ropes, stepping over them with ease. He walks over and roughly shoves the time keeper from his chair, yanking it off of the ground and closing it before walking back over to the ring. He slides the chair in and then grabs the top rope, pulling himself up onto the apron and then into the ring. He advances on Shane, who is starting to stir.

DM: Someone get Security out here !

JG: Yes ! Do it Slayne ! Teach this impertinent little weasel what the price is for opposing The Empire !

Slayne raises the chair overhead to strike Shane across the back with it when the fans suddenly cheer loudly and the chair is yanked roughly from Slayne’s hands, almost pulling him off of his feet. Slayne wheels around with an enraged look on his face only to find himself face to face with the masked man who had attacked Sid the show before. The man holds the chair in hand and just stares silently at Slayne, who glares at him angrily.

DM: It’s that masked man again ! He just saved Shane from a vicious beating !

JG: Yeah, only to receive one from Slayne !

DM: That remains to be seen Grande.

Slayne gestures for the man to take a swing at him but gets no reaction in return. Slayne challenges him again and the man again shows no overt reaction to it. At this point the lack of reaction is clearly starting to annoy Slayne and he says something else to the man, only to have the man blatantly laugh at him before saying something that is obviously patronizing. A look of anger flashes across Slayne’s face, much to the apparent amusement of the masked man. The fans laugh at the reaction, but the laughter doesn’t last long as it is rapidly replaced by booing and yelling.

DM: It’s Caspian !

JG: Get him James !

James Caspian slides into the ring and comes up to his feet only to have the man wheel and absolutely demolish the chair over the top of his head, sending him back to the mat face first. Slayne takes the opportunity to drop a punch into the man’s side, driving his fist into the man as hard as he can. It seemingly has no effect on him as he turns on Slayne with such unbelievable speed and drives the chair, edge first, straight into Slayne’s knee. The chair lifts Slayne off of his feet and drops him onto the mat, where he lays clutching at it and yelling obscenities at his assailant.

DM: And... wait just a damn minute!

JG: Oh yeah, here we go baby! Sid Griffith has entered the building, ladies and gents!

DM: What a joy it is to see this baboon making his way to the ring...

The masked man turns and looks to the stage as the deafening boos explode in the arena. Sid stands with a vile glare slapped on his face. He stares down at the masked man and nods his head as if to be satisfied that the man is even in the building. He grins from ear to ear, finally, and simply stands on the stage for a good minute, maybe even two, just looking around at the jeers and gestures from the fans. He finally takes a step towards the ring and shifts his focus on his attacker. He pulls his arm up, and reveals the microphone he has in his hand. He brings the mic up to his mouth to speak.

SG: Well, if it isn't the man in black himself... Show yourself, intruder. At least I had the nutsack to look my victim in the eye before I cut his cord. He saw the face of his predator before he went into the fire. I still have yet to see the man who blindsided me. Know this. I don't disagree with your methods. You blindsided me. Big deal. But... who are you?

Sid stands for a moment as he waits for the so-called "man in black" to respond. He crosses his gigantic arms across his equally large chest as he waits for a reply from the masked man. The man stands silently for a moment before gesturing for a mic. The fans pop loudly at this and Sid’s eyes glow in anticipation. The timekeeper climbs into the ring and hands the man for a mic before nodding his head and scurrying out. The man walks back to center ring with it mic in hand, but not before driving a vicious kick into the side of Slayne’s head. He walks over and looks down at Caspian, who is starting to stir and his massive chest goes up, almost as if he’s inhaling a bored sigh. He holds his hand up to Sid as if to tell him to hold on for a second before rearing back and driving his foot into the side of Caspian’s head, knocking him unconscious again.

JG: Oh come on ! This is just assault !

DM: It’s not so much fun when the shoe is on the other foot and being driven into your skull, now is it Grande ?

The man finally faces Sid from the ring and holds the mic up. He raises it to his mouth as if to speak and stands there for a moment before lowering his arm and placing a hand on his chin as if to gesture that he’s thinking about what he’s going to say. He stands like that for a moment before acting like he’s finally made up his mind. He raises the mic to his mouth again.

JG: Go ahead and speak coward, I can’t wait to hear this !

DM: Stuff it Grande. Sid is getting a bit of his own medicine here.

The man stands silently for a moment, much to the obvious irritation of Sid before shaking his head and again lowering the mic to his side. He paces around the ring for a few moments, making sure to step on both Slayne and Caspian as he does so before returning back to the center of the ring and looking up at Sid again. He raises the mic and again suddenly drops his arm, gesturing that he’s just not quite ready to speak yet. By now Sid’s face is turning a very dark shade of red and he is clearly getting very angry at being made to wait for the answer that he demanded.

DM: This guy’s playing Sid like a fiddle and the arrogant ass is too stupid to see it ! This is great !

JG: Sid is not stupid and this guy is just being an asshole !

DM: Come on Bomb, you should be used to people acting like assholes. After all, you are one of Dinucci’s flunkies and no one is a bigger asshole than our boss.

JG: That’s not nice !

DM: The truth often isn’t nice Grande.

The man walks over to the rope, making a point of stepping on Caspian again and leans his arms over with the mic dangling from his hand. He stands tapping his lips with one finger, apparently considering his response again. He stands and does so for a few moments before finally snapping up to his full height and raising both fingers as if to say “HA, I’VE GOT IT!!”.

JG: The coward is going to speak !!!

Man lifts the mic up and then looks down at before disdainfully tossing it over his shoulder to the mat. When he does this Sid nearly explodes with rage, a rage that only builds up when the men makes a point of laughing at him, pointed finger and all. He does this for a few moments before suddenly stopping and gesturing that he has one more thing to say.

JG: What now ? Come on you egotistical punk !

The camera focuses on the man’s obscured face, where a very large smirk is almost jumping off of it. The view changes back to the behind and to the side view so that it shows he and Sid again. The man begins to move and the camera focuses on Sid’s face from over his shoulder.

DM: Holy crap ! He just gave Sid the double bird ! Sid looks like he’s about to lose his mind !

Sid nearly blows a gasket at the top of the ramp and starts to rapidly walk towards the ring. The masked man picks Shane up, easily dropping the much smaller man over his shoulder. He watches Sid for a few seconds before walking over to the ropes and stepping over them right as Sid slides into the ring. The man drops to the floor, takes one easy stride to the barrier and steps over it effortlessly, nearly being swallowed into the sea of people.

JG: Run coward ! Run before Sid takes you out !

DM: You’re such an ass Bomb. The man obviously isn’t “running”. He’s playing masterful head games with Sid and Sid is showing his inexperience by taking it hook, line and sinker.

Sid follows the man out of the ring and almost runs over to the ramp in pursuit. Sid tries to vault over the ramp only to have the fans swarm up in front of him and block him from even attempting to follow the man. He tries it again, only to be repelled once again. Sid tries this two more times before giving up in frustration and stalking around the ring and storming up the ramp to the backstage area without so much as a backwards look at the ring, where both Caspian and Slayne are both on their feet. Both men watch this reaction with visible annoyance. Their mutual annoyance only gets greater a second later.

DM: Referee Carlson just threw Slayne out of the ringside area !

JG: What ?! This is a travesty !

DM: Shut up Grande… enough melodramatics. Slayne has no business being down here for the match and Referee Carlson let him know it.

Slayne argues the point only to have the referee assertively throw him out, telling him that he’ll have him dragged out if he doesn’t leave voluntarily. Slayne glares angrily at Referee Carlson before finally lifting and throwing down both of his hands in disgust. Caspian sees this and gets in Carlson’s face only to have Carlson order him to be quiet and go back to his corner. Caspian starts to argue with him but stops when Referee Carlson threatens to disqualify him before the match even starts. Slayne finally disappears behind the curtain and Referee Carlson gestures to the time keeper.

MATCH 7 James Caspian (Dinucci Empire) vs. Saorse

DM: Ladies and gents, this is the match I’ve been waiting for see for some time now. A slight adjustment to the original card but both athletes where jumping at the chance to square off against one another, I’ve got a feeling this could be a classic.

JG: A classic!!?? A classic won’t end in 2 minutes

DM: I don’t follow you Bomb.

JG: Saorse will spend longer getting to the ring then he will spend inside of it….. Saorse lacks the killer instinct.

DM: And what would you know about killer instinct? The only place you’ve ever exhibited that is over a plate of chicken wings.

The lights go out as "Du Hast" by Rammstein hits the arena. Pyros shoot from the roof and go off on the stage.

RA: Ladies and Gentlemen… Introducing first. Hailing from San Antonio, Texas… and weighing in at 323lbs…. JAAAMMMMEEEESS CAAAASSSPPPPIIIAAANNN!!!

The crowd let out a huge boor as the lights come back on and James Caspian raises his hands, taunting the crowd the entire time.

DM: Look at this guy… no respect for anyone!

JG: That’s what separates him from the crowds my friend. That‘s what makes The Empire superior.

RA: And his opponent…

The first riffs of Bleed for Me fly throughout the arena, and the crowd rises to their feet, signs waving, as Saorse slowly paces out from the side below the PPW-tron.

RA: From Cape Breton, Canada and weighing in at 235lbs…. SAAAOOOORRRRSSSSEEE!!!

As the scene goes dark blue, white smoke rises at Saorse's feet as he begins to jump around, looking straight down before raising his arms with a roar and walking slowly down the ramp way, gazing into the ring as white smoke continues to fire up the side of the ramp as he walks.

DM: Well Saorse seems ready. He defiantly wants to kick off his official debut here in PPW with a win.

JG: I’m sure he does however I think Caspian will be too much of a task for the newcomer.

DM: I guess only time will tell.

He walks up the stairs, slowly, pauses by the ropes to look out to the crowd, then enters the ring between the top two ropes and runs over to the turnbuckle, jumping up and raising his arms out with a glare, hopping down and beginning to pace around, preparing....

Both wrestlers stand in the centre of the ring starring each other down, neither backing down, the ref indicates to that they are ready to get things going.

DM: This will be a very physical match, there’s no questions asked about that one.

Saorse turns his back on Caspian to adjust his boot before Caspian pounces on Saorse. He manages to hit him with a high and powerful clothesline to the back of the neck knocking him to the floor in the early stages of the match.

DM: Now what was that, that’s unfair?

The bell rings interacting that the match has started now however Caspian has gained an unfair advantage in attacking Saorse when he was adjusting his shoe.

JG: Why? You never turn your back on your opponent, especially one as dangerous as Caspian. Rookie or no rookie… you don’t get any where by playing by the rules in this day and age.

DM: That’s not true…

JG: Really… ok then name one person who has?

DM: Nelson Mandela.

JG: Nelson Mandela is the prime example that prison works… after all his time in prison he hasn’t committed a crime.

DM: Just call the match Bomb. Don’t editorialize…you’ll likely get PPW sued.

Caspian picks up Saorse by the hair, and throws him violently into the corner that they are nearest to. Saroase smacks the turnbuckle with such velocity that he ends up bouncing back to Caspian, who Irish whips into the opposite corner. In wasting no time Caspian charges over and squashes Saorse with a huge splash like a fly being swatted by the morning news paper. The crowd let out a sigh followed by a series of boos as Caspian takes control from the off. However Caspian tells the crowd exactly where to stick there comments by signaling the exact location on his anatomy and following it up with a hand full of course words.

DM: Wow what lovely manors Caspian has.

JG: Screw manners Donnie, manners don’t win wrestling matchers.

After mouthing off a little to the crowd Caspian charges towards the shaken Saorse by blasting him with a huge Yakuza kick to the right side of his cranium. Caspian stops and looks around the audience as if to gaze a response, a sick grin spreads across his face as he looks at Saroase lay in the corner.

JG: You gotta love a man who enjoys his work.

With Saorse on the deck Caspian runs his knee into Saroase face. His head snaps back as if he was shot in the face from point blank range.

JG: Oh yes, like a steam train.

DM: Love him or hate him folks, Caspian has been impressive so far.

Caspian once again picks Saorse up using his hair; however Saorse breaks the grip, and delivers a tremendous stinging right hand knocking Caspian back to the delight of the crowd. After landing another two to three more sharp digs to the big mans face he then throws his stunned opponent into the corner which he once found himself in. He lets out a scream that get the fans pumped up before following it up by elbows to the head. It’s more aggressive street fighting tactics rather than hands on wrestling adaptability however it has Caspian on the back foot.

DM: Well this match isn’t what we expect, for one Saroase is playing on Caspian’s terms.

After the tenth elbow and the karaoke like antics from the crowd, counting the number of blows, Saroase looks around as if unsure of what to do next. It could be a basic rookie mistake but whatever the unknown reason is it gives Caspian a lifeline, a lifeline that Caspian seizes. It could be out of desperation but Caspian picks Saroase up by his legs and slams him back down to ground hard, putting all the focus going to his lower back area. Caspian whips away some spit from the corner of his mouth and cheeks to see if he is bleeding, while standing ominously over Saroase. with that sick grin still plastered across his face. Caspian plants a succession of boots each more ferocious than the last, into the mid drift of Saroase, followed up by a boot to the throat With Saorse being in the corner he clutches the ropes as if it was his security blanket yet Caspian ignores the rope break.

DM: Come on ref! Stop this… that warrants a clean break, great ring presence from Saorse there.

JG: Ring presence! The man took the easy option there, not even any member of The Empire wouldn’t stoop that low, believe me.

DM: Ha... as if anybody would be stupid enough to believe you.

The ref pulls Caspian away from the labouring body of Saroase, however Caspian pushes the ref to one side and lays one more lethal boot to the throat before backing off pleading his innocence… making sure he isn’t deliberately disqualified. The boos ring out for Caspian, who plays up to the crowd by and drives them even more insane by kissing his muscles.

DM: Caspian antagonizing the crowd, what’s the purpose in it?. I hate this

JG: Shut up Don… Hate is such a strong word. Besides if you have a body like his you may be able to woo a decent looking woman home with you … just maybe

DM: I am happily married thank you very much.

JG: That’s not what she says.

DM: Don’t you dare cross that boundary Jim… I’m warning you.

A groggy Saorse finally gets to his feet, maybe a little taken back from the earlier punishment he has taken. The fans clap unanimously trying to spur on Saorse who throws a lazy swing at Caspian who easily reverses it into a sleeper hold.

DM: This could be night night for Saorse here…

JG: And about time may I add.

Saorse drops to one knee after Caspian squeezes tighter cutting off the circulation of blood and air as he has a height and weight advantage. Seeing that Saorse is dropping off Caspian starts to taut his opponent sensing that victory is on the horizon. Yet this only infuriates the crowds. Kick-starting them into action making them get behind Saorse faster than there were going to.

JG: He doesn’t need cheers, he needs a miracle.

The arm of Saorse gets lifted by the ref, and falls motionless to his side, sweat is now pouring of the face of both wrestlers yet Caspian’s grip is unrelenting. The ref repeats the procedure again but Saorse’s arm falls for the second time.

DM: It’s beginning to look like the lights are on but no one is home.

The crowd continues cheering however they know that this could be the end. Once again the ref tries the arm. He picks it up and wait’s a moment before letting go. No matter how hard that Caspian is supplying the pressure Saorse’s arm will not fall. It flinches, shaking violently as he refuses to die in his first real show since coming back to PPW.

DM: THERE’S THE KILLER INSTINCT! Saorse has it !!

Saorse battles out of the hold taking Caspian by storm by blasting him with a series of stiff elbows to the gut. Each blow causes Caspian’s grip to loosen up. After the fourth elbow Saorse seizes the moment by executing a jaw breaks that throws Caspian off course but not to the mat. The fans let out a meaty cheer as Saorse begins to be linking a few offensive moves together. He follows the Jawbreaker up with a stinging chop before a stiff kick to the gut. With Caspian creased over Saorse digs deep and pulls off a painful looking fallaway Piledriver.

DM: I’m glad I wasn’t on the end of that one.

JG: If that was any other man apart from Caspian this one would be over.

DM: What are you getting at?

JG: Only a true monster can withstand a move like that.

Both wrestlers lie on the mat, Saorse catching his breath after taking the earlier beating and Caspian after absorbing that hellacious piledriver. The referee begins the count as the Anti-Empire chants filter around the arena, in close contention to the Saorse chants, trying to help the newcomer back to his feet. Both men seem to be getting to there vertical base at the same time, as if they were carbon copies of each other. The count hits seven as the two men reach there goal. They spin trying to find one on other and as they do they begin to trade blows. The fans react with joy as the pair slug it out.

DM: This one has turned into a brawl!

JG: Haha who cares about wrestling when you can watch these guys kick the crap out of each other.

It seems to be that Saorse is getting the upper hand as he seems to be throwing two punches to Caspian’s one. Out of desperation Caspian uses his brute strength and basically pushes Saorse in the chest, sending him all the way into the opposite turnbuckle. Even as a last gasp means of attack Caspian, being so big and powerful the push was enough to wind Saorse. With Saorse in the corner Caspian charges towards him, only to run into his boot. This causes Caspian to back off as the crowd respond to Saorse’s quick whit’s and in ring presence to apply the boot to the kisser. Saorse mounts the turnbuckle, well the second rope before taking a leap of faith, nailing Caspian with a amazing diving spear.

DM: Haha I think Saorse just dismembered Caspian!

Crowd: THIS IS AWSOME!!! THIS IS AWSOME!!! THIS IS AWSOME!!!

JG: Dismembered? Caspian wouldn’t be in The Empire if he would allow a fool like Saorse to “Dismember” him.

Both men collide into each other like two cars in a destruction derby. The noise is brutal as well as the aftermath as the two crumple to the floor, tangled together. Saorse adjusts his body and reaches out desperately grabbing the leg to try and seal the deal for a three count.

DM: Saorse could cause a major up set here! ONE!

JG: Come on James… Do it for Mr. Dinucci! TWO!

DM: How on earth…

JG: That’s my guy…

DM: Did he kick out of that?

You, me, the crowd, Donovan and Saorse all thought that this one was over. But somehow Caspian’s right shoulder just did not want to stay down. He looks at the referee in disbelief and around at the fans who all know how close he was in picking up the victory. He groggily gets to his feet helping Caspian off the matt by his neck. As he gets to his feet Caspian again cuts another corner digging a thumb into the eye causing Saorse uncomfortable and momentary blindness.

DM: How many times does this man have to break the rules before he is disqualified?

JG: Hey he’s getting a warning from the referee… I’m sure he’s sorry.

DM: The day Caspian is sorry for a sin he has done is the day I become President!

Like Bomb said the referee is giving a stiff lecture to Caspian, whose look says it all. He begins to smirk before turning around to lay more punishment into Saorse, yet to Caspian’s shock he is waiting for him looking more focused and pissed off than ever. Before Caspian can react Saorse drops to a knee scooping up James onto his shoulders. The fans go absolutely crackers as they see the strength displayed by Saorse. Practically everybody in the arena must be on there feet at this present moment of time, looking on in amazement.

DM: LOOK AT THAT BOMB!!! THAT’S 323LBS!!!

JG: WHAT THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING! IT JUST CAN'T !!

Saorse rocks a little, his legs starting to buckle as the blood rushes to his face turning it slightly red. Although seeming to struggle Saorse digs deep and adjust Caspian’s position before dropping to the canvas with...

DM: THE ADVOCATOR!!!!

[JG: The what ? That doesn’t sound good.

With the blood pumping and the fans screaming his name Saorse hit’s the deck hooking both of Caspian’s legs.

DM: Is this the dream start for Saorse here in PPW? ONE!

JG: Come on Cas… He‘s just a punk! TWO!

DM: THREE!!! Ha Saorse has done it!! What an upset !!

"Bleed for Me” by Saliva hits over the PA system as the grunts of disapproval can be heard, mumbled under the breath of the Bomb.

RA: Here is your winner…… SAAOOORRRSSSEEE!!

The referee raises Saorse’s hand as the crowd go nuts, reacting to an incredible match. With Saorse celebrating a fantastic match up and himself picking up the win he switches his focus to the cheering fans while Caspian sluggishly pulls himself back up to his feet.

DM: Fantastic start to his PPW career Jim, a big win over an even bigger opponent.

JG: Yeah it was a decent performance. It wasn’t Caspian’s day though, that’s the only reason he isn’t the one whose arm is being raised.

DM: Come on bomb! Saorse deserved this victory; you don’t have to take every little thing away from him.

As the duo battle it out for verbal significance Caspian clobbers Saorse with a big boot knocking him and the referee to the ground. The music instantly cuts and is overpowered by a wash of vicious boos and jeers.

DM: Ah come on, you lost the match fair and square! Why does The Empire always have to go down this road.

JG: I’m sure Saorse will learn a valuable lesson from this. Boasting because he one match. Sometime you have to be cruel to be kind in this industry.

DM: That’s a sack of crap Jim! Caspian can’t take defeat and he’s pissed because he didn’t get the job done.

JG: Sure he didn’t get the job done there… but now he sees the perfect opportunity to correct a few wrongs. I say hats off to the man.

Caspian lays a few boots making sure Saorse stays down as trash begins to fly into the ring from every single angle. The boos increase as each blow rattle the body of Saorse. The bell sounds; however that’s not going to persuade Caspian to stop in his tracks.

DM: This is plain and simple assault, somebody needs to stop this!

JG: You such a party pooper Don. This is what PPW is all about, separating the men from the boys.

After about thirteen solid boots Caspian stops, dusting his hands interacting that he has had his fun. He drops to the mat and begins to talk some trash before rolling out of the ring.

DM: Finally, maybe there is a heart somewhere in the body of James Caspian.

Caspian heads straight to the announces table, picking up a nearby chair in the process.

JG: Haha not today Donny boy! Saorse is about to get his bell rung very loudly !! Yes !!

DM: Damn this is criminal; someone needs to get out here now!