(Camera fades in on the good 'ol guy in a PTD shirt. He's walking down the street silently. A man in an SEWF shirt is high above on top of a building. He takes out a large grenade launcher. He hums "Girl From Ipanema" as he pulls the trigger. The grenade lands in front of the PTD shirt guy and he gives a look of pure fright as the grenade explodes to reveal SSC, JLB, and Musty Rhodes.) Vito throws him back in the ring. The referee attatches the leather strap to the two and the match commences. Vito uses the strap and chokes Kezmaniac with it. From there he nails him with a short clothesline using the strap. Vito follows up with an elbow to the back of the head. From there he wraps the strap around Kez's neck, and drills him with a hangmans neckbreaker with the strap around him. Vito then starts the ending procedure as he makes his way to the FIRST turnbuckle. He drags him to the SECOND turnbuckle. As he makes his way to the third Kezmaniac uses his momentum, and slings Vito onto the mat. From there he picks him up and hits a T-Bone Kezplex. Then he hits him with a head and arm Kezplex. Kez hits the FIRST turnbuckle. After touching the first turnbuckle, Kezmaniac drills Vito with a powerbomb. Kez hits the SECOND turnbuckle. Vito regains some strength, and uses the strap to trip Kezmaniac as he is inches from the third turnbuckle. He then begins to beat Kezmaniac with the leather strap leaving huge whelps to his chest. Vito then lock in a crossface chickenwing slinging Kez around like a rag doll. Then Vito grows tired of the chickenwing, but with it still on he suplexs Kez with it. Vito hits a suplex out of the crossface chickenwing! He then jerks Kezmaniac to him and clotheslines him. Vito then hits him with a running piledriver. That is both good and bad. Kezmaniac lies motionless, but Vito has to drag a lifeless body to all four corners. Vito just picks Kezmaniac on his shoulders fireman carry style. He slowely walks to the FIRST turnbuckle, but unknowingly to Vito, Kezmaniac's limp arm touches it also which the referee recognizes it. Vito, growing tired from a long and grueling match, even more slowely makes his way to the SECOND turnbuckle. Much like the last time Kezmaniac, regaining counciousness, touches the SECOND turnbuckle. Vito drops Kezmaniac, and rests a moment. This gives Kezmaniac more time to regain his composure. Vito then touches the THRID turnbuckle, and so does Kezmaniac. Kezmaniac, by this time, has fully recovered from the running piledriver. While stalking to the fourth corner, Kezmainiac lands a crucifix. Kez then nails a Northern Lights Kezplez. It was all over as Kezmaniac locks in the Kezmission otherwise known as the kataha-Jime. Miraculously Don Vito struggles with the kataha-Jime. He then instinctly repells off the turnbuckle ala Bret Hart at Summerslam. With that he touched the FOURTH corner. Before the bell sounds, before the ref can check for illeagal objects, Sampson charges Spleen, and Spleen charges Sampson. The collide like to rigs speeding well over the normal limit. BAM!!! Sampson hits Spleen with a lariet that sends him straight down to the mat. Sampson is so full of rage, that he doesn't seem to know where to start. He picks up Jameson, and hoists him on his shoulder. Sampson takes a few steps back, runs with powering speed, and slams down Spleen for a power slam. This match is certainly about power, with Sampson in the ring. Spleen is holding his back, as Sampson bounces off the far ropes, and attempts an elbow drop; however, Spleen was no where near that one. Sampson hit hard on the mat, and Spleen knew where to go. Kicking the injured arm, ironically, the same arm Sampson used to beat Jenkins, Spleen has a steaming look all about his face. Sampson, though hurt, seems to be almost enjoying the punishment that Spleen is dishing out. Spleen the twists the arm around, then again, then again, and one final time. Spleen then reverse kicks Sampson, right in the jaw, but Sampson remains standing. Spleen then stomps on the back of Sampson's knee to get him down more to his level. Pounding away at the hurt arm, Spleen decides to sit back on it, for more of a submission arm lock. Sampson wretches in pain, but some how, manages to pick up Spleen, while he is still holding onto the arm lock. Sampson just keeps picking him up, and dropping him down. Spleen, after having his head pounded in four times, decides to break the hold. With Spleen getting up, Sampson puts him in a full nelson. He then picks up Spleen, and throws him completely out of the ring. Spleen's feet never touched the ropes, but his body sure as heck touched that cage. SMACK!!! Spleen, head first into the cage, now has about a four inch long gash across the front of his forehead. Sampson, acting like a shark does at the site of blood, quickly jumps to the top turnbuckle, and land a huge knee drop across the same place where that cut is. Blood squirts out, and Sampson, now cover in it, takes his figure to wipe the blood from his eyes. Sampson then tastes the blood, and smiles. Very sick, but hey, this guy wants to kill Spleen, and I am sure Spleen wouldn't mind killing Sampson. Sampson then picks up Spleen, and pile drives him right on the outside floor. Jenkins starts to yell at Sampson, so Sampson goes over to check out what he can do to put a hurt on Jenkins. Jenkins is just yelling and doging Sampson, but then, out of the blue, Sampson grabs Jenkins through the cage. Jenkins was just too close to the lions den I suppose. But, Jenkins quickly did something....what the hell????? Sampson is holding his eyes, and screaming in pain...what just happened??? With Sampson holding his eyes, Spleen charges Sampson, and delivers a bull dog, right on top of the steel stairs. Sampson too now has a cut, but this is right above his right eye. Blood begins to trickle into the eyes of Sampson, only making his sight problem ten times worse. Spleen then rolls Sampson back into the ring, and Spleen begins to climb the cage. But, Spleen then looks down at Sampson, and flies off the cage. BOOM!!! A complete miss! Sampson then picks up Spleen, and sets him up for his running pile driver. Wait, Spleen is kicking, and reverses the hold!! Bam!! A tombstone done by Spleen. Spleen then bounces of the near ropes, and....misses with a leg drop. Sampson kicks Spleen as he gets up, and delivers a butterfly suplex. Sampson then follows up with a choke hold that would break the trunk of an oak tree. After which, he picks up Spleen, throws him to the ropes, and executes a spinning back breaker. Spleen just lies on the mat, and Sampson begins to climb the cage. He dives off the cage, and land a perfect body splash. Spleen seems to be really hurt from that move, but manages to knee Sampson in his private parts. No matter how strong you are, no matter how big you are, if you get hit in that place, you go down....HARD!!! Spleen then picks up Sampson, and kicks him a few times in the gut. Spleen then elbows Sampson in the back of the head, and follows up with a high knee lift. Spleen then picks up Sampson again, and put on the Spleenbuster. Sampson looks to be out, and Spleen makes a break for the cage door. Wait, Sampson grabs onto the foot of Spleen. MY GOD!!! Sampson picks up Spleen and choke slams him right down to the mat. Spleen screams with what little breath he has. Sampson picks up Spleen for a suplex, but Spleen reverses and delivers another Spleenbuster!!! This time, Sampson is out. Spleen exits the cage, and gets the win. With Sampson still out, Jenkins hands Spleen some hand cuffs, and Spleen hand cuffs Sampson to the cage. Spleen then allows Jenkins to go at it with Sampson. Jenkins kicks and punches Sampson, but none of them seem to have any power or effect on the big man. After a little while, the Young Bloods come to the ring to break it up. WAIT!!!!!!!! The lights go dark, and all of a sudden .......THE PLAGUE!!!!!! Poison, Cyanide, Texas Assassin, Spleen, everyone of both stables begins to rumble outside the cage. Security had to come down in riot gear to break them all up. What a match.
SSC: Good evening, everyone, and welcome to Saturday Night's Mothership!! I'm Stylin' Steve Chen, and with me are James L. Braddock and The Living Myth, Musty Rhodes.
JLB: The Living Myth?
SSC: Well, I sure don't want to believe in him.
JLB: Good point.
MR: Now, you all get to be takin' dat back, now. I don' be likin' dat sorta talk, if you weeel.
JLB: We're sorry we called you "Living", Musty.
MR: Dat's better. You'se an' I shoulds be gettin' 'long reeeeel good 'dese days, Jimmie. We's both PTD, baby. Dere should'n be any fightin' and fussin' in da family.
SSC: That's nice, James. You're related to Musty, now.
JLB: Shut up.
SSC: We've got some great action for you tonight folks. The debut of Deicide, TA vs. Poison, Kez vs. "Don" Vito in a strap match and our double main events!! That huge grudge match pitting Sampson vs. Jameson Spleen in a cell! And the World Title on the line as Caladan defends against Frazer Fury.
JLB: Caladan isn't going to have any trouble with that loudmouth. And don't forget, tonight Thunder Rider finally gets the Cruiserweight Title he so richly deserves.
MR: Absolu-positively. I remember my days as a cruiserweight.
JLB: You wrestled as a toddler?
SSC: I don't want to get into this. Let's go to our first match.
SINGLES ACTION
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"Prodigy" Jason Cline w/DDS vs. Spyder
The lights went out and "The Prodigy" Jason Cline came out. He wore a Spyder is a WCW Worldwide Jobber t-shirt. he climbed into the ring and waited. Moments later Spyder made his way out. His face was heavily bandaged after "Flamethrower" Rob Dalton bit off the end of his nose. His hand was in a cast because of his fingers getting shoved in the hotdog machine.
Dalton screwed him up bad. Spyder looked really bad. He climbed into the ring and Cline immediately kicked him in the face. Spyder spit out all but three of his teeth. His mouth was bleeding badly. Cline grabbed Spyder and hit him with a swinging neckbreaker. Cline gets up and drops a leg on Spyder. Cline climbs the ropes and comes off with an elbow drop, right onto Spyder's nose.
What's left of Spyder's nose shatters and blood flows freely from his face. Cline rolls Spyder over and hits him with the old "captain blueballs" manuever from amateur wrestling. Spyder gets up and is holding his nuts. Cline bounces off the ropes and dropkicks Spyder in the nuts. Spyder rolls out of the ring. Cline gets a running start and hits Spyder with a flying plancha.
Cline grabs Spyder and irish whips him into the ringpost. Cline charges, but Spyder moves. Cline slams into the post. Spyder grabs a chair and hits Cline. Spyder throws Cline into the ring and throws the chair in also. Spyder climbs in. Spyder grabs the chair and goes over to Cline. Spyder slams the chair into Clines back. DDS jumps up on the ring apron and starts yelling at Spyder. Spyder drops the chair and walks over to DDS.
Cline grabs the chair and hits Spyder in the back. Cline hits Spyder in the nuts with the chair as hard as he can. Spyder's testicles have been ruptured! He'll have to have them removed now! Cline climbs to the top rope and flies off with a headbutt. Spyder rolls out of the way. Spyder slowly gets up, holding his groin. Clines slowly gets up and Spyder grabs him. Spyder hits a Spyder's Byte on Cline, out of virtually nowhere. Spyder collapses on top of Cline. 1-2-3, Spyder actually wins a match!
DDS jumps in the ring with a chair. He hits Spyder over the back. DDS picks Spyder up and hits a DYNAMITE DDT ONTO THE CHAIR! Spyder's neck might be broken! DDS pulls out some shears! DDS begins cutting Spyder's mask off. DDS has totally cut Spyder's mask off. He pulls out a razor. DDS IS SHAVING SPYDER"S HEAD! Spyder is bald. Cline gets up and begins stomping on Spyder. DDS picks Spyder up and puts him on the top rope. Cline climbs up top.
DDS picks the chair up and slams it over the bleeding, beaten, bald, teethless, testicleless unmasked Spyder's head. DDS spits on Spyder as he and Jason Cline leave the ring together.
WINNER: Spyder via Spyder's Byte
JLB: But seriously, you wrestled as a toddler?
MR: I used to wrassle with other kiddies in the sand box.
SSC: I told both of you, I'm not getting into this.
Texas Assassin vs. Poison
The fans start getting revved up at the Shawplex as the Plague's ominous horn music plays on the speakers, but where is Poison? The horn music still plays but no Poison! All of a sudden the lights go out, and the fans go silent. There is a huge explosion and all four turnbuckles light up in flames! The lights come back on, and Poison is standing in the middle of the ring!! The fans go nuts! What a entrance! But the rest of the plague are not there? The Youngblood music plays, and the fans let loose!!! TA walks out with DDS and Jason Cline as the fans go crazy! TA slaps all of the fans hands as he makes his way into the ring. The bell rings and this one is underway! Both men lock up, and Poison who has the weight advantage shoves TA into the corner. TA come to the center again as they lock up another time. This time, TA sinches a tight side headlock and flips him over, taking Poison down. He applies more pressure on Poison as he picks up Poison. TA sends him into the ropes he misses with a clothesline, Poison come back but TA sidesteps a shoulderblock. Poison stops but TA is waiting for him: TA nails him with a picture perfect dropkick! Poison gets back up and receives another dropkick! Poison goes for a kick to the gut, but TA catches his foot! Poison pleads with him, but TA doesn't give any mercy. He spins Poison around, picks him up, BIG Atomic Drop!!!! He picks Poison up again with an Inverted Atomic Drop! Poison grabs his groin in pain! TA slams him hard with a lariat that sends Poison over the top rope! Poison doesn't look to good without the support of his fellow Plague members. Poison is down on the outside, and TA climbs to the top rope: He leaps on to Poison with a Daredevil Plancha!!! Amazingly, TA is barely stunned! he tosses Poison back into the ring, and sets him up on the top rope. He takes him down with a TOP-ROPE FRANKENSTEINER!!! He then picks up Poison and gives him a huge POWERBOMB!!! He's calling for the Clover Leaf! He picks up Poison's legs, but instead, drops down with a headbutt to the lower abdomen! Poison moans in pain. TA picks up the very dazed Poison, and grabs him in a front facelock. He's calling for the DYNAMITE DDT! He points to DDS, and drops Poison hard on his head!!!!! DDS jumps on the ring apron, and is cheering madly for TA!! TA goes for the cover: 1, 2, THREE!!!!!!!! TA WINS!, TA WINS!!
WINNER: Texas Assasin via Dynamite DDT
SSC: Nice win for TA as he continues to pile up the W's.
JLB: He's nothing, I bet even Musty could take him.
SSC: The only thing Musty can take is extra puddin.
MR: Puddin? Who said puddin?
SSC: To the ring.
"Stonewall" Mike Mauler vs. "Sudden Death" Shane Matthews
The two combatants entered the ring and quickly locked up in Mauler's debut. Mauler powered Shane to the mat and kneed him in the head a few times. He picked Shane back up and threw him into the ropes. He nailed a big back body drop on Shane and picked Shane back up again. Mauler locked on a front face lock, grinding it hard. Shane powers over to the ropes and pushes Mauler off, but Mauler comes back and hits a shoulder block, sending Shane down. Mauler hits the ropes, Shane lies flat, Mauler hurdles, Shane leap frogs, but Mauler catches him and dumps him in a brainbuster type move. Shane is thouroughly devastated by the move and Mauler picks him up. Mauler hooks him for a big vertical suplex that he holds for a good while. Mauler makes a cover for a 2 count. He quickly locks on a tight arm bar. Shane, still reeling from the brainbuster taps out almost immediately to give Mauler his first win the SEWF!
WINNER: "Stonewall" Mike Mauler via arm bar
JLB: What a match by PTD's own Mike Mauler.
SSC: He looked pretty good, yes.
JLB: He's the future baby. PTD in 2000!
SSC: I'd have to say that Musty is your future, look at his youthful agility.
(Musty is trying to get back in his seat after falling out but he keeps missing the chair when he sits down.)
JLB: Shut up.
DEBUT ACTION
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Deicide vs. Rocco
For the debut match for both men, the crowd greeted each of the men warmly. The ref brought them over and gave the rules and rang the bell and this match is underway. Deicide showing his strength just pushed Rocco into a corner. Rocco shakes it off and the two men lock up again. This time, Rocco has a armdrag takedown on the big man and starts using a armringer. Deicide looks to be in a little discomfort. Rocco stands up to a vertical base while holding the arm and then drops a leg on it. Deicide screams in pain. Rocco stands up and brings Deicide with him. Oh a knee lift to the face. A kick to the stomach. Rocco runs into the ropes, and oh my , a bulldog. Deicide's head goes crashing into the mat. Rocco leaps onto the turnbuckle and switches him footing and executes a legdrop from the top. Deicide rolls out of the ring and near the guardrail. He looks up and finally back at the ring to see Rocco with a plancha from the ring. Rocco stands up, a little woozy and rolls Deicide back into the ring. Rocco starts stomping at the head Deicide. What's this? Steve Maldor, the Lightweight Champion is coming the aisle. He stands by the timekeeper's table. What's he doing here? Rocco sees him and points at him, then Deicide. He stands up Deicide and gives him a European Chop. Whooooo goes the crowd. A second chop and the same reaction. A third and you could have heard that all over the building. Rocco is going for a top rope swinging DDT but it's blocked by Deicide. Deicide slams Rocco's face into the turnbuckle. Deicide starts stomping on the head of Rocco but Rocco gets to his knees and goes down low. That stopped the big man. Rocco with a DDT but the rookie doesn't bother to pin. Deicide is left there near the corner as Rocco starts strutting his stuff. Maldor walks over to Deicide and hands him some brass knuckles. He then walks back as the ref is turning around, looking a bit confused. He stands up on the top and starts to make his way into the ring. The ref pushes him out Maldor Starts yelling at the ref. The ref is yelling back as Rocco makes his way back to Deicide to finish him off. Deicide snaps a jab with the brass knuckles. It connects. Rocco is stuttering back. Deicide with a huge rounhouse right. Rocco goes down. Deicide throws the knuckles out of the ring and goes for the cover, 1...2...3.
WINNER: Deicide via knuckle shot
JLB: Not bad, not bad. Not PTD quality, but not bad.
MR: Dat's in da right, dere'. Da' PTD is da' premeeeereness wrasslin' stablehood in dis' here federation.
SSC: I didn't understand a word he just said.
JLB: Me neither.
SSC: Anyway, as promised, Prez. Shaw is here with his "announcment type thing." Take it Matt.
(Cut to the ring where Matt Hammer is standing with Prez. Shaw)
MH: I'm here with the distinguised president of the SEWF, David Shaw.
PS: Thank you Matt. Well, I have quite a few things to talk about tonight. First of all is, Mike Mauler is not rookie champ. He was given that belt by the bogus and defunct PTD regime. The rookie belt will go to the winner of tonight's big cage match between Sampson and Jameson Spleen.
MH: Speaking of the PTD, what do you have to say about them.
PS: Well, I didn't get a chance to speak after Plague's big win to put me back in power. I'd like to that Plague and point out this is SEWF SNM and we are standing in the SHAWplex. Order has been restored, if you will.
MH: What about those PTD members who, because of their association, no longer have SEWF contracts?
PS: Well, we'll be talking to those people in the coming weeks. That's all I'll say.
MH: Any other news to report?
PS: Actually, yes. Ropin' Tex has been trying to make unreasonable demands of the SEWF after his resignation as VP in contract form. Well, because in the SEWF handbook it says no man may be both VP and wrestler, his VP contract was never valid and therefore his contractual demands have no grounds. Sorry Tex, you lose.
MH: That's definitely good news.
PS: Yes it is, and it saves money as well. (smiles) Anyway, I'll be on my way and let the people see what they came to see, SEWF action!
MH: Thanks, Mr. Shaw. Back to you SSC.
SSC: Mauler's stripping of the belt was good decision.
JLB: The heck it was, that's pure BS.
SSC: Whatever, next match.
LEATHER STRAP MATCH
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"Don" Vito vs. Kezmaniac
Kezmaniac makes his way to the ring with a chorus of boos. People throw garbage at him, and all around berate the man as he gets into the ring. The theme from The Godfather starts to play, but "Don" Vito is nowhere to be found. Kezmaniac climbs to the outside, and Vito climbs out from under the ring. As Kezmaniac turns around Vito catches him with a right hand. From there he kicks him in the gut, and nails him with a powerbomb.
SSC: Fast and furious action here on the Mothership. And a great win for Vito.
MR: Well, dat's da sorta slobberknockerin' dat youse gotta be expectin' on da premeeeeere wrasslin' show on da TV, da Muddership, if you weeeeeel.
JLB: Why are you even here?
MR: Fur my fine tuned insights into da wrasslin'.
JLB: The only thing you've fine tuned is the act of eating.
MR: Now I's hungry. (Musty waddles off to the concession stands.)
SSC: We should warn the staff at the refreshment stand.
JLB: (dialing a cellular phone) Way ahead of you.
SSC: All right, well, let's go from the carnage here to the carnage in the ring.
SNM TITLE MATCH
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Hemlock (c) vs. SuperNova
The lights suddenly go out, the arena is pitch black and suddenly two loud explosions go off like two dynamite blasts, BOOOOOOOOOM!!!! Then an erie lighting and a fog like smoke eminate from behind the curtains. As he steps through the curtain, Hemlock is met by the spot light and the smoke mists up in front of him. He stands at the top of the runway, in a sort of SuperMan pose, proudly displaying the title he has acquired. As he makes his way to the ring, fans are practically divided, with some cheering the SNM Champion and others booing and taunting him. Half way to the ring, the crowd errupts with a loud roar, SuperNova is running top speed towards Hemlock and hits him with a flying shoulder block to the lower back of Hemlock! He doesn't stop there, he pummels Hemlock head shots, legs to the mid-section and then an amazing DDT right on the concrete arena floor,BAAAAAAAAAM!!!!!! The ref climbs from the ring and pull SuperNova off of Hemlock and sends him into the ring and he helps Hemlock,who is dazed make his way to the ring. The bell rings as SuperNova comes running into Hemlock and smashing them into the turnbuckles. SuperNova climbs to the top rope and comes down with a solid fist to the back of Hemlock's neck. SuperNova decides to capitalize on Hemlock's current condition and delivers three european upper-cuts rapidly, one after the other!! Hemlock is definitely shocked at the way SuperNova has come out after him, with such a hunger for that SNM Title. But Hemlock, the experienced member of the Plague, waits as just as SuperNova gets within striking distance, Hemlock shoots both thumbs into his eyes, sending him back far enough so that Hemlock is able to get up some speed and deliver a running lariat to SuperNova which actually sends him flipping over and landing right back on his face! Hemlock quickly drops an elbow onto SuperNova's head and follows that up with a kick to his face sending him flying into the ropes and as he falls off BAAAAAAAM a double-axe handle blow sending him to his knees. Wasting little time, Hemlock grabs him in a front headlock, holds it for a couple of minutes,blocking the air from entering SuperNova's head and then with perfect form,BOOOOOOOOM a text-book DDT!! Hemlock runs and bounces off the ropes and delivers a flying leg drop BOOOOOOOM!! SuperNova's body just bounces up and down like a life less corpse! Hemlock knows that the match is close to being over and walks over to the ropes and runs his finger across his throat as if he is going to kill SuperNova! He climbs to the top of the ropes across from where SuperNova is laying and he leaps from his post like and like a shooting star exploding all over SuperNova like a bomb, SPLAAAAAAAAT!! Realizing that his oppo- nent can take no more, Hemlock decides it is time to apply the Venomplex and BOOOOOOM, the referee comes over as Hemlock goes for the tight cover on SuperNova and gets the 1.....2....3.
WINNER AND STILL SNM CHAMP: Hemlock via Venomplex
MR: Dat's da sorta fighterin' dat' I wanna be seein' more of in da' PTD.
JLB: What the hell are you talking about?
MR: I think da' PTD be needin' some directioning.
SSC: Well, now that Colby has hit the road, the PTD is without a clear leader.
JLB: Don't you worry, Steve. The PTD is well in hand.
SSC: Maybe Musty should be your new leader.
MR: Yes!!
JLB: You're going to burn in hell, Chen. I swear to God.
MR: I gonna' take da' PTD even furder den' before, if you weeeeeeeeel.
JLB: I'm going to have to kill you, Steve.
SSC: I might die from laughing first. Let's go to the ring!
CRUISERWEIGHT TITLE MATCH
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Steve "Quiet Man" Maldor (c) vs. Thunder Rider
Thunder Rider entered first. Fans booed, loudly, and threw a variety of things at the little guy. Steve Maldor's voice, announcing "Silence is golden." is heard over the PA, and a steady rock riff sets in, as "The Quiet Man" walks out from the back, cruiserweight strap slung loosely over one shoulder. He mugs for the camera some, and finally enters the ring, fans cheering him on. Thunder Rider charged him, and was met with a drop toehold. Maldor quickly locked on a crossface, as TR squirmed madly, eventually getting one foot on the ropes. Maldor released at 4, and the match went on. TR shot off the ropes, and went for a tackle. His attempt was futile, as he didn't have the size or momentum to knock Maldor down. Maldor grabbed the small Canadian star, and picked him up. He dropped him viciously with a screwdriver, before picking him up and dropping him once more, this time using a standard piledriver. Maldor went to the second turnbuckle, and jumped off, opting for an elbowdrop. TR rolled out of the way, and Maldor hit the mat. He had little velocity, so he was up immediately. TR charged once more, and was grabbed by the head. Maldor was going for The Silencer, a tornado DDT!!! He was halfway through it, when TR turned it into a Northern Lights Suplex. Maldor rolled through the move, and landed on his feet, with TR in a neckbreaker position. TR countered the counter to a counter, by spinning over, and putting Maldor in another Northern Lights Suplex, which he rolled through again, spinning and getting TR in a waistlock. Maldor picked TR up that way, for a release German Suplex, but TR put his ow momentum into it, and landed on his feet, shooting off the ropes. TR hopped onto Maldor's shoulders, attempting a rana. Maldor tossed TR backwards, and TR landed on the top turnbuckle. TR leapt off, and got Maldor in a sunset flip, which Maldor rolled into a pinning combination of his own. TR kicked out, and finally the seemingly endless sequence of counters was over. TR dropkicked Maldor's knee, and sent him to the mat. TR went to Maldor's shoulders, and got him in a La Magistral Cradle, getting the one, two, th-kickout! What an amazing display of technical wrestling both men are putting on! Maldor ran toward TR, and went for a lariat. TR grabbed the arm, spun behind Maldor, and got him in a standing chickenwing. He modified that, and got a double underhook. TR picked Maldor up, and violently dropped him to the mat with a Tiger Suplex. TR bridged momentarily, before Maldor kicked out. Maldor and TR bounced off opposite ropes, and Maldor just bullrushed TR, spearing him. TR was set up top, and quickly belly-to-belly suplexed off, sending him 3/4 of the way across the ring in spectacular fashion. Maldor ascended the turnbuckles, and jumped off with a skull shattering swan dive headbutt. Maldor placed TR on the top ropes again, and pulled him off with a Perfect Move/Ace Crusher/Diamond Cutter/Buh-buh Cutter/Samoan Bulldog/Whatever else you want to call it. Maldor picked TR up again, and went for the Silencer once more. TR forced him back down, and picked him up bodyslam-style, then executing a picture perfect Michinoku Driver #2. He followed this by going to the ropes, and springing off with a split-legged moonsault, which Maldor met with raised knees, sending TR rolling around the ring, clutching his ribs. Maldor ran toward TR once he was up, and was leapfrogged. Maldor hit a killer rolling heel kick, connecting solidly with the top of TR's head. Picking TR up, Maldor climbed to the second turnbuckle. Maldor hurled himself off, TR in his arms, and smashed him into the mat with a corkscrew tombstone piledriver. TR's neck wrenched BADLY, and Maldor chuckled, as he gripped it in pain. Maldor picked TR up again, and bounced off the ropes. TR weakly leapfrogged him, barely clearing Maldor's head. When Maldor returned from the return trip off the ropes, he hit the Silencer!!!! The tornado DDT sent TR's head into the mat again, sending his neck in an odd direction. Maldor seized the oppportunity, and cinched in his other finisher, Golden Silence, the ultra-elevated Boston Crab. He put his knee deep into TR's neck and back area, which put it at an even worse angle. TR tapped the mat, without any energy at all. Five seconds later, Maldor released the submission, and walked from the ring, smile on his face, his music playing, and the SEWF cruiserweight belt thrown over his shoulder. TR was stretchered off, and was yet another victim of Maldor's, who seems to be on a real streak of injuring necks.
WINNER AND STILL CRUISER CHAMP: Steve "Quiet Man" Maldor via Golden Silence
SSC: Now, the PTD with Magnus has requested time to speak and it was permitted. Sit back and prepare for BS galore.
(Magnus Colby stalks down the aisle with Triple Shot in tow and enters the ring. He is being booed everywhere. He almost can't speak through the deafening boos.)
Magnus: Well you peons, you thought you saw the last of Magnus Colby. Even though I don't have any more control of the SEWF, and those wimps, the PTD have left me. I am still here and have my REAL PTD, Triple Shot, right here. But being the business man I am, I'm gonna give the "former" PTD another offer. Caladan, TR, Kez, DRI, Mauler, get down here!!
(Caladan's old music starts playing and the fans go absolutely crazy as Caladan, Thunder Rider, Christina, Kezmaniac, DRI, and Mike Mauler walk down the aisle and stalk into the ring).
Caladan- Magwuss, we should have never accepted your first offer. You think we are wimps, look at these guys.
TR- None of them have wrestled more than 3 matches. And haven't even gotten any wins!!
Kez- Biggie, I kicked your ass thoroughly, a couple of months ago, and sent you packing to Jenny Craig. And Shinings, I kicked both of your asses in a tag match!!
Caladan- And remember, Magnus. I am STILL the SEWF World Champion!!!
(The fans erupt in cheeers)
Magnus- I brought you into this business, boys.
DRI- No you didn't, Styme did. You made it worse for us. You broke us up. And now you have a stable of three jobbers, that you call the PTD?
Mauler- You have no sense of business whatsoever!
Christina- You're only a impotent pussy, who's never gotten a lay, in his life!
(The fans go bannanas!)
Magnus- My sexual life has nothing to do with wrestling. I'm giving you guys another chance. Take it or leave it.
(Magnus extends his hand to Caladan. Caladan reaches out, shakes it, and pulls him in!! Kick to the gut! PERFECT MOVE on Magnus! the old man is laid out! Biggie charges in, but he's stopped by the monstrous DRI. DRI presses the 455 lb. man over his head like a ragdoll, and tosses him over the top rope to the outside!!! Scorpion and Stinger charge, but they receive a double superkick from TR and Kezmaniac. TR drags Stinger up to the top rope, and executes a perfect THUNDER BOMB, sending him crashing, down to the mat!! Kezmaniac lifts Scorpion, and drops him on his head and neck with a T-Bone Kezplex! He locks on the KEZMISSION!! Scorpion finally passes out!! Caladan goes to the outside, and nails BIGGS with a PERFECT MOVE ON THE CONCRETE FLOOR!!!! DRI puts Magnus on the top rope, and devastatingly slams him down with his TOP-ROPE POWERSLAM: CAPITAL PUNISHMENT!!!! TR is laughing hysterically at the fallen Magnus and Triple Shot. JLB runs down from the announcer's booth, wielding a chair, but he is viciously clotheslined from behid by Mauler, who then delivers a POWERBOMB ONTO A CHAIR!!! All 5 men assemble in the ring again.
TR- I think we've proven our point.
Caladan- What? That we can beat up an old man, an announcer, and 3 jobbers?
Kez- Yeah, but it sure the hell is fun!
Caladan- I guess you're right. I've got only one thing left to say.
(All 5 men rip off their PTD T Shirts, and through them on the ground. TR torches them with a lighter.)
Kez- I'll do the honors: PTD, JLB, MAGNUS, and TRIPLE SHOT ARE CROCKS OF
SHIT!!!! We are, once again: SEWF 4 LIFE!!
TR- PTD IS DEAD!
Caladan- This is definitely a memorable day in the SEWF! We are now, THE REBELS!!! We all know that all you fans out there, are 100 % SEWF, and 100 % REBELS!!!
(The fans go crazy)
TR: What you're about to here from our good friend Kezmaniac, may surprise or even shock you all.
Stonewall: But it was his decision, and we can't change his mind.
Caladan: Kez, here you go. (Caladan hands him the house microphone)
Kez: Man, I've been through the good times and bad times here in the SEWF. I've had plenty of big wins and big losses. Even though I never held a title, I know I had the skills to win one. I stayed with the SEWF, no matter how much money, other feds like the BsWo and the EWWF offered me. I stuck with SEWF from the start, PTD or not, all the way back from the start of the SEWF in September. What I'm about to announce, is that the Kezmaniac is retiring. (The fans suddenly go silent. Some diehard Rebel fans have tears forming in their eyes.) I know that this might make some of you very upset, but it is something I have to do.
Caladan: We're gonna miss you, buddy.
(Kez, Caladan, TR, and Mauler embrace. They then raise their hands, high in the air, in unison! The fans go absolutely crazy!!! The deafening cheer doesn't die down for a good 5 minutes! The four men slowly walk out of the ring, and down the aisle together)
US TITLE MATCH
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Destroyer w/DDS (c) vs. Vandal Savage
The camera's begin to roll as we see Vandal Savage already making his way to the ring. The crowd has a mixed feeling about this man. The boo's and the cheers are about equal as Savage enters the ring and begins to stretch on the ropes. The lights all take focus on the entranceway as The Destroyer's music begins to blare over the PA. He comes to the top of the ramp with DDS standing at his side. They both walk to the ring as the fans go completely berserk over them. Destroyer rolls into the ring and walks directly over to Vandal Savage getting in his face. They stand eye to eye for a brief moment until Vandal Savage breaks it up with a quick punch in the eye. The bell rings and Savage rushes at Destroyer only to get tossed with a back body drop. VS is quick to his feet and locks up with the U.S. Champ. They struggle for a moment until Destroyer pulls VS to the mat with an armdrag. He applies an armbar to Vandal Savage who luckily is by the ropes. VS grabs the ropes and the ref breaks the hold. They lock up once again both vying for position over the other. VS pushes Destroyer to his back and as he gets up VS drops him again with a running lariat. VS then hits a few elbows on Destroyer as he fights his way to his feet. VS whips him into the ropes and attempts a clothesline but Destroyer wraps him up with a crucifix and goes for the pin. ONE.....TWO....STRONG KICKOUT BY VANDAL SAVAGE!!! Savage rushes to his feet, but is met with a strong right hand followed by a standing dropkick that sends him flying over the top rope and onto the concrete floor. Destroyer waits patiently as DDS picks up VS and rolls him back into the ring. Destroyer lifts him to his feet and scoopslams him. He then bounces off the ropes and hits a legdrop. Destroyer then goes for the pin...ONE....TWO...SHOULDER UP!!! Destroyer then lifts him up once again but is rolled into a small package...ONE...TWO....KICKOUT!!! Destroyer, now getting frustrated, whips VS into the corner, runs towards him, and WHAM!!! HE HITS A SPLASH THAT SENDS VANDAL SAVAGE FALLING FACE FIRST ONTO THE MAT!!! Destroyer then goes up top, and waits for Vandal Savage to get to his feet. As soon as Savage gets to his feet Destroyer goes for a crossbody block, but Vandal Savage turns it into an ear shattering POWER SLAM!! Destroyer is rolling around on the mat holding his back in pain as VS gets to his feet. VS takes a moment to catch his breath, but quickly gets back to work by driving his boot into the back of Destroyer five times in quick succession. VS lifts Destroyer up, whips him into the ropes, and nails a tilt-a-whirl slam. He then follows that up with a backbreaker that leaves Destroyer screaming in agony. Vandal Savage now sensing a definite advantage grabs Destroyer's legs and attempts a Boston Crab but Destroyer catches VS in the face with his boot. This sends VS falling to the mat, sprawled out like dead animal. The ref begins toi count but VS gets to his feet before any real significant number has been called. VS picks Destroyer up by the hair and sets him up on the top turnbuckle for a suplex, but Destroyer reverses it and hits a TORNADO DDT!!! Destroyer is absolutely too hurt to capitalize, though. DDS is pounding on the ring apron trying to motivate Destroyer to his feet. Destroyer and VS get up around the same time, but Destroyer kicks VS in the gut and hits another DDT!!! He then crawls over to him and attempts a pin. ONE....TWO....THRE....NO VS GETS HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES JUST IN TIME!!! Destroyer then lifts VS up, hits him with a round-house right, reaches down to wrap VS up in the TAZMISSION, AND THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT HE DOES!! DESTROYER HAS VANDAL SAVAGE IN THE TAZMISSION AND THE REF IS CHECKING VS TO SEE IF HE HAS HAD ENOUGH!! AFTER A FEW MOMENTS OF EXCRUCIATING PAIN VANDAL SAVAGE TAPS OUT AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!!! The ref rings the bell,and the match is over. DDS jumps into the ring to celebrate with Destroyer. The crowd begins to quiet down for a while. All of a sudden the crowd freaks out, screaming louder than we had heard all night. The camera's focus on a fan jumping over the guardrail and sliding under the ring. The fan is standing behind DDS and the Destroyer wearing a MANIAC t- shirt. All of a sudden, WHAM!!! THE FANS JUST KNOCKED DDS OUT OF THE RING AND IS BEATING ON DESTROYER!! The camera's zoom in on the fan to find that it is really ERIC RIGHTOUS!! Rightous continus to beat Destroyer mercilessly as Vandal Savage works his way back into the ring to help beat the tar of Destroyer. Rightous stops pounding on Destroyer only to nail Vandal savage with a his third DDT of the night. Vandal Savage is left lying beside the bloody Destroyer as DDS accompanied by the Youngbloods rush the ring chasing Rightous out of the ring and back into the crowd. The youngbloods kick the motionless body of Vandal Savage out of the ring, and help Destroyer to his feet.
WINNER AND STILL US CHAMP: Destroyer via tazmission
SSC: So, Musty, what's you're first act as PTD head going to be?
JLB: I'm telling Chapel you told Musty this, Chen. He'll deal with you.
MR: Well, my firs' act gonna be involvin' da' dietariness of da' mens in da PTD. I didn' see a whole lotta puddin' in da Club PTD.
JLB: Wait, when were you in Club PTD?
MR: Misser Colby let me in when he was cleanin' out his stuff. He lemme have a samwich.
JLB: Colby let you in!! And he fed you!!! Jesus, no wonder we can't get rid of you.
SSC: The revenge of Colby. Let's get down to the ring.
MAIN EVENT BIG ASS CAGE MATCH
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Sampson vs. Jameson Spleen w/Jenkins
The camera fades in as the crowd begins to go absolutely wild as the cell is being lowered over the ring for the Sampson vs Spleen match up. After the cage is finally lowered, beautiful, shinny, awesome steel that it is, the lights go out. Music, like something during the times of Dyonisus or Greek times, begins to play. The fans are looking for Sampson, but it is much too dark to even see your hand in front of your face. BOOM!!!! A overwhelming flame bursts behind Sampson as the lights go back on. He walks to the cage with fiery eyes, ready to destroy anything, or anyone that stands in his path. No one tries to shake his hand, but instead, all the fans just sick back with stares of fear. "The Girl from Ipanema" begins to play as Jameson Spleen steps out from behind the curtain. He raises a microphone to his lips.
Spleen: Stop the music. Stop the music. I have a little something to say to Sammy-boy here before the match. First of all, I want you to welcome back...Jenkins!
(Jenkins walks out. He is dressed as well as ever; which makes the bandage on his head and cast on his left arm all the more distinct. He carries the Haliburton in his right hand. The crowd roars at Jenkins' return.)
Spleen: Thank you, thank you. Now, before I begin in earnest, I'd like to introduce the people who are going to make sure I can actually finish without the Plague jumping me: the Youngbloods!
(The YB's come out from backstage, fan out behind Jameson and acknowledge the roar of the crowd.)
Spleen: Excellent. Now, Sampson, onto business. You've made a point of sticking your ugly, mask covered nose into my business. Now, you can go after me all you want. That's the game. That's the way it's played. That's fine. But you made one mistake too many. You went after Jenkins. This man isn't a wrestler! He's not a fighter! He is outside of any problems that we have! I thought that, just maybe, you were a man with honor, even with all your attitude. But, it's obvious that you don't. So, if that's the way you want it, I can play that way.
(Jenkins opens the Haliburton.)
Spleen: Remember your credit rating? You'd better, because you're never going to see it again. (pulling out a sheaf of papers from the briefcase) Your credit rating is now officially SHIT! Those credit cards you have, don't even bother, unless you like watching people cut up your cards in front of you. Those poor, defenseless credit cards. And, you know, OBM's been busy as well. You're know looking at the owner of the the First National Bank of Shawville. Isn't that your bank? Huh? Say, you know your new truck? (A picture of a brand new Chevy pick-up sitting in the Shawplex parking lot is flashed on the Shawtron screen.) You got your auto loan at First National, didn't you? Why, yes, look, here it is. (Jenkins hands him Sampson's loan application.) And your mortgage on your condo, (A photo of Sampson's condo is shown.) you got that there too, didn't you? (Jenkins hands Spleen more paper) Yep. Hmmm. Gosh, Sampson, I bet you'll miss those things if you can't make the payments. Oh, by the way, I'm going to have to speed up your repayment schedule. The balance of your loans is now due Monday!!! And don't go asking the Plague for a loan. (Jenkins hands Spleen a large folder) They've all got car loans and mortgages too!! Any sudden drop in their balances would force me to call their loans into review as well. But, gosh, Sampson, you like attacking helpless people who aren't involved in our little fued. You know, I think I can do that. You know your parents. I think you've met. Say, you're dad works at a trucking firm, doesn't he? You know, I just bought one. Gee, I'd hate to have to set up a round of layoffs. And you're mom's a nurse, isn't she. Jenkins, didn't I just buy a bunch of hospitals? (Jenkins nods.) Do you think Sampson's mom just might work at one of them? (Jenkins nods.) Huh, what a coincidence. Say, would she happen to work at the one where I just founded the Jameson Spleen wing for the research of Infectious Diseases? (Jenkins nods.)
(Jameson Spleen begins to walk down tawards the ring and walk around it, staring in at Sampson.)
Oh, don't worry, Sampson. I'm not doing anything to them. Yet. But if you step out of line one more fucking time, I'll pull the trigger and hurt everyone you've ever cared about. Your folks are just the beginning. I'll go after brothers, cousins, friends, I don't care. You said you weren't going to be through with me until the end of the world. Well, guess what? YOUR WORLD JUST ENDED!!! It's over!! You live in my world now, Sampson, and for you, it's going to going to be a world of pain!!
(Jameson Spleen drops the mic and runs into the cell. The refs shut the door.)
With that, the ref checks under the ring, and all around....nothing but dust under here. Satisfied, Spleen hands the mic to Texas Assassin, and the Young Bloods make their way back to the dressing room. Jenkins wipes down Spleen, and he enters the cage.
SSC: WOW! What a match. That was up and down. It looked like Spleen was fighting with a little more passion tonight.
JLB: Definitely, I've never seen him that agressive.
SSC: Well, it'll be hard to follow that great match, but the world title match is next and should do the job. Frazer vs. Cal for the belt, next!
MAIN EVENT WORLD TITLE
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Caladan Moore w/Christina (c) vs. Frazer Fury
The PTD music begins to blare over the loudspeakers, and Caladan appears from behind the curtain, wearing his World Title belt with Christina in tow. The crowd erupts in a chorus of boos as Caladan makes his way to the ring with an intense look on his face. He does not pause to say something to the fans, or to pose, but rather walks right into the ring, and begins warming up. Then, "Dammit" by Blink 182 comes on over the PA system, and the crowd goes wild! Frazer Fury pushes the curtain aside, and strolls cockily down the aisle. The capacity crowd in the Shawplex is on its feet, seemingly forgetting all the nasty comments that Frazer has been making, as Frazer enters the ring, pulls himself onto the second turnbuckle, and relaxes in a sitting position. The ref individually explains the rules one more time to each man, and then he steps aside. Frazer climbs down from the turnbuckle, and makes his way to the middle of the ring where Caladan is standing. Caladan and Frazer stare into each others eyes, as they realize that this is what it all comes down to. The time for legal battles, tossed insults, complaints and protests is over, and the only thing left to do is wrestle the match. A deafening roar emerges from the crowd, and the ringing of the bell to start the match can barely be heard, and the match is officially underway. The two men circle each other, looking for an early edge, and then they lock-up. Caladan gains the early advantage with a hammerlock, but Frazer spins out of it and reverses it into a hammerlock of his own. Caladan spins out of that hammerlock and puts Frazer into an arm-bar that Frazer counters with a hip-toss that sends Caladan to the mat. Caladan quickly hops to his feet, and the two men pause for a moment, and then lock-up again. This time, Frazer puts on the first armbar, but Caladan delivers a flying headscissors that flips Frazer to the mat. Caladan hangs on with his legs, but Frazer turns over and rolls Caladan up and the ref counts, one.., two.., kick-out. Both men quickly hop to their feet, but Frazer delivers a hard European uppercut that sends Caladan crashing back down. Frazer moves over to Caladan, and lifts him to his feet. Then, Frazer sends Caladan into the ropes, and on the way back, Frazer delivers a big back- body drop, but Caladan holds on and pulls Frazer down with a sunset flip, and the ref counts, one.., two.., kick-out. Frazer quickly drops an elbow on Caladan before Caladan can start an attack. Frazer then lifts Caladan to his feet, and whips him into the turnbuckles. Caladan hits hard, and as he staggers back, Frazer decks him with a hard clothesline. Caladan goes down hard, and the crowd roars its approval. Frazer then lifts Caladan to his feet, and bodyslams him back down to the mat. Frazer lifts Caladan up again, and sends him into the ropes. When Caladan comes back, Frazer meets him with a big knee-lift that sends Caladan sprawling. Caladan manages to sit up, but Frazer runs from behind him, leaps over Caladan and dleivers a neck snap that sends Caladan’s head backwards into the mat. Frazer makes the cover, and the ref counts, one.., two.., kick-out. Frazer then lifts Caladan to his feet, and sends him into the turnbuckles. Then, Frazer follows Caladan in with an avalanche, but Caladan dodges and Frazer ends up hitting the turnbuckles hard. Caladan takes a moment to regain his composure, and then goes over to Frazer and delivers a series of vicious chops that leave a bright red mark on Frazer’s chest. Caladan then drags Frazer to the middle of the ring, and puts him in a grueling abdominal stretch. Frazer grimaces in pain, and the ref asks if he wants to submit, but Frazer shakes his head no. Caladan pulls the hold tighter, and Frazer only manages to get out of it with a thumb to Caladan’s eyes. Caladan blinks rapidly in pain, and Frazer charges at him, but Caladan ducks under Frazer’s clothesline attempt, and when Frazer comes back off the ropes, Caladan hits him with a big elbow to the jaw. Frazer falls to the mat, and Caladan covers im, and the ref counts, one.., two.., kick-out. Caladan then lifts Frazer to his feet, and delivers a standing dropkick. The impact does not knock Frazer down, but sends him careening to the ropes, where he falls on them for support. Caladan charges at Frazer with the intent of clotheslining him out over the top rope, but Frazer ducks, and instead back-drops Caladan over the top rope and onto the arena floor, where Caladan hits hard. Frazer climbs to his feet, and then climbs up to the top rope, and the ref starts the count-out count, 1.. Caladan is slow to get to his feet, as he hit the arena floor hard, but he manages to get up, using the guardrail for support, 2.. Frazer leaps from the top rope and connects with a big double axhandle on Caladan, who goes down on the arena floor like he was shot, 3.. Frazer then lifts Caladan up, and slams his head into the metal ringpost, which makes a loud "Clang", 4.. Frazer then lifts Caladan up for a powerbomb!!, but Caladan wriggles out of Frazer’s grasp, and grabs Frazer’s head and slams it into the steel steps, 5.., a small cut has opened up on Frazer’s forehead, and he begins to bleed slightly as Caladan leans against the ring, catching his breath, 6.. Caladan then grabs Frazer and rolls him back into the ring, and then climbs in himself, and the ref breaks off his count. Caladan covers Frazer, and the ref counts, one.., two.., shoulder-up. Caladan continues his attack with a big elbow to Frazer’s head. This causes the cut to open up a little wider, and blood starts to dribble down Frazer’s face. Caladan shows him no mercy though, and takes him over to the turnbuckle, and slams Frazer’s head into it 5 times. Frazer comes away a little wobbly, and Caladan takes him down with a clothesline. Then, as Frazer lies in the middle of the ring, Caladan climbs up top. From there, he delivers a huge kneedrop to Frazer’s head, which begins to bleed profusely! Caladan makes the cover, and the ref counts, one.., two.., thre-shoulder up. Caladan can’t believe Frazer got his shoulder up after the huge impact to his skull. Caladan shakes it off, though, and climbs up top again. This time, Caladan leaps for a flying headbutt, but Frazer rolls out of the way, and Caladan’s head strikes the mat with a sickening thud. Christina gasps, as Caladan slowly rolls over to reveal that his own forhead has begun to bleed as well, and the ref starts the double-ten count, 1.., 2.., The crowd is screaming for Frazer to get up, but both men are moaning and holding their own heads, 3.., 4.., 5.., Caladan slowly starts to roll over, 6..,7.., Caladan drapes an arm over Frazer, and the ref counts, one.., two.., thre-shoulder up. Caladan slowly gets to his feet, and wipes the blood from his face. He then drags Frazer to his feet, and brings him over to the turnbuckle, and slams his head into it five more times. Now, Frazer appears to be totally out of it, and the blood is literally pouring down his face. Caladan seizes the opportunity to go for the kill, and he drops Frazer with a DDT! Frazer’s head makes a sickening sound as it impacts with the mat, and the crowd gasps in horror as a pool of blood starts to form under Frazer’s head. Caladan slowly rolls Frazer over, and lays across him for the cover, and the ref counts, one.., two.., thre-foot on the ropes. Frazer didn’t even have the strength to kick out of that one. Caladan can’t believe that Frazer somehow managed to avoid the three count, but he forges ahead. He lifts Frazer to his feet, but Frazer can barely even stand on his own. Frazer, wobbling back and forth with his face a bloody mask, is dangerously close to toppling over of his own accord. Caladan winds up for a roundhouse right-hand punch, but Frazer blocks it!! Frazer slowly breaks into a grin, and Caladan stands there in shock, as he can’t believe it!! The crowd starts to come alive, as the grin spreads wider over Frazer’s face. Then, Frazer sprints off the ropes, comes back at full steam and hits Caladan with a huge clothesline!!! Frazer apparently is feeling just ine, as he struts around the ring to the delight of the crowd. Then, Frazer lifts Caladan to his feet. Frazer wipes the blood from his eyes, and then stands back a second and stares at Caladan’s bloodied face. Frazer then smirks, moves in, and gives Caladan a FRAZERDRIVER!!!! Frazer covers Caladan, and the ref counts, one.., two.., three!!!!!! It’s over, we have a new world champion!! It’s over, we have a new world champion!! Frazer Fury is your new world champion!! Frazer stands up with the smirk still on his face, and pats himself on the back. But then, the smirk fades from Frazer’s face, and he collapses to the mat as the rigors of the match begin to take their toll on him. Frazer is quickly loaded onto a stretcher by EMT’s, but he motions for them to stop. Then, to an ovation from the crowd, he takes his World Title belt from the ringside announcer and drapes it ove rhis chest. Then, the EMT’s roll him away to the locker room. Meanwhile, Caladan is still down in the ring, and "Stonewall" Mike Mauler, Kezmaniac, and Thunder Rider come out to try and console Caladan, but he is inconsolable. The crowd is euphoric at the sight of a beaten PTD in the ring.
WINNER AND NEW WORLD CHAMP: Frazer Fury via FrazerDriver.
SSC: Well, it's been another huge night here on the Mothership! For James L. Braddock, the new head of the PTD-
JLB: He isn't PTD and he sure as hell isn't the leader!!
MR: Dat' be treasonableness, if you weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell. I's gonna hafta be whomperin' on you now.
(Musty advances on JLB, who flees. Musty gives, very, very slow, chase.)
SSC: I love my job. This is Stylin' Steve Chen. Goodnight, folks.
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