Malice comes on the air with a 'Matrix" style opening featuring letters, numbers and coding which merge together forming the nWo logo representing the "Netlink Wrestling Organization". The show immediatly cuts live to inside the Joe Lewis Arena in Detroit MI. The fans cheer and hold up their signs as they see themselves on the gigantic wraparound screen which sits ontop of a long silver stage. The stage features green lazer lights moving back and fourth over two smaller screens resembling large computer monitors. The screens show scenes of past WOW days as well as clips from nWo's first Malice ever.
'The Way I Am' by Eminem plays throughout the arena as the Black Scorpion comes out from behind the curtain. He looks around the arena slowly, starting to walk down the ramp. Fans reach for the Scorpion to slap their hands but he ignores them before sliding into the ring under the bottom rope. He spins around slowly look around the arena at the fans, then climbs on each ring posts, giving the finger to the crowd. The crowd cheers through the whole thing, until the music fades only to be replaced by 'Fade To Black' by Metallica. The house lights go dark, black lights light up a path to the ring as Nightmare and his manager Jason Reid walk slowly to the ring as the crowd cheers.
Hank- These two guys are a couple promising young stars. I can't wait to see what they can do.
Mike D- They will surely be put to the test against Nester DeFranco.
Just then a loud muted guitar riff echoes throughout the arena as the lights dim and the fans all rush the barracade. Finally, "Down with the Sickness" by Disturbed blasts throughout the arena as none other than the Nesterman himself Nester DeFranco bursts past the curtain in his trademark wrestling gear. He looks from side to side as he points to his Nester-Maniacs in the crowd wearing his shirts and holding up his signs while he heads directly to the ring. He goes to walk up the steps but, stops and looks out across the arena. He shakes his head as Nghtmare and Scorpion look on. Nester walks back down and heads over to the broadcasting table with Mike D and Hank.
Hank- This is a pleasant surprise Nester but, you have a match to compete in.
Nester grabs a headset and puts it on his head as the bell rings for the contest to start.
Nester- Don't worry about me Hank, just do your job.
Mike D- He does have a good point Nester, you should be in the ring not back here with...
Nester- Shut up and call the match!
Meanwhile inside the ring, the Black Scorpion and Nightmare circle each other. They stop moving as Nightmare points to the Scorpion then to Nester as if they must be working together. Scorpion shakes his head no as he moves in and boots Nightmare in the stomach. A big forearm across the small of the back as the Scorpion lands a belly to back suplex. The cover 1, 2 and a kickout.
Nester- Nice suplex there by the Black Scorpion but, a little to early for the cover.
Hank- Gee Nester...why don't you just call the match on your own?
Mike D- I think what he is trying to say is...how come your out here and not in there? We've heard rumors all week that the Black Scorpion is joining Gazinya Inc. tonight. Is that true and if so, is that why your leaving this match to be a one on one affair?
Nester- Hey I never said who was on my side. All I said is that one of these two superstars, whether they know it not will join Gazinya Inc. by the end of the night. It just depends on who impresses me the most.
Meanwhile inside the ring the Scorpion whips Nightmare to the ropes. A clothesline but, a duck underneath. Nightmare around the backside with a German suplex. The two lay on the mat stirring to get up as the both seem to get up about the same time. Nightmare hammers away and whips him into the ropes. A big back body drop then heads to the top rope. A missile dropkick hits its mark followed by the cover. 1, 2 and a kickout. Nightmare slaps him hand on the mat as he argues with the ref. From behind, the Black Scorpion with a roll up. 1, 2 and a kickout.
Mike D- So who is impressing you the most at this point Nester?
Nester- The Scorpion is showing some tenacity but, Nightmare is showing me he's willing to do what it takes. It might take me a few more minutes to make my FINAL decision!
Nightmare whips him to the turnbuckle. He follows up with a huge clothesline then locks in the sleeper. They make it to the center of the ring as it appears that he has it locked on tight.
Hank- Could this be the end of it?
Scopion tries to fight his way to his senses as he inches over to the corner. He jumps up off the turnbuckle reversing the hold into a pinning combination. 1, 2 but, a kickout. Both lay on the mat as Nightmare gets to his feet first. He waits for a groggy Scorpion to turn around facing him. He nails the DDT and goes for the cover. 1, 2 no another kickout. Nightmare argues some more with the ref as Jason Reid hops up onto the apron. He goes to drop the Scorpion over the top rope but, the Black Scorpion doesn't let it happen. He drags Jason into the ring and kicks away. Nightmare lunges at Scorpion with a flying lariat as the ref tries to get Jason Reid out of the ring. Nightmare tosses him to the ropes and goes for a back body drop but, the Scorpion lands a sunset flip. The pinfall 1, 2, 3...where is the ref? The ref finally gets Jason Reid out of the ring and turns around to count the fall. 1, 2 but, he kicks out. The Scoprion whips Nightmare into the turnbuckle as he signals for the Sting of Death. Meanwhile Nester yanks off his headset and heads for the ring.
Hank- Where are you going?
Mike D- He is officially in this match Hank.
Scorpion lands the Stinger Splash but, as his back is turned Nester nails the DeFranco bomb on the Black Scorpion! He goes for the cover 1, 2, 3!
Hank- This one is over Mike...
Nester raises Nightmares hand in the ring as 'Down With the Sickness' blairs throughout the arena. A ring crew member tosses Nester a t-shirt as Nester catches it and hands it to Nightmare. It is none other than a black 'Gazinya Inc.' t-shirt as he holds it up for the audience to see.
Mike D- So it wasn't the Black Scorpion this whole time, it was Nightmare. I think we all got fooled Hank!
Jason Reid comes into the ring as the three raise their arms in the air as the scene fades out to the backstage area as we get set for out next contest.
The camera cuts backstage where Deidre is walking through the hallways. She comes up to BG who is getting himself psyched for the main event with PKA.
Deidre- Have you seen Ichabod lately, Brian?
Brian Graves- No, I don't think he's been at the facility in the past week... although with the size of the place I'll never know.
Deidre- He hasn't called and I've seen no promos on the 24 hour network... he's not even here at the arena.
Brian Graves- Isn't his match with that noob up next?
Deidre- Yeah. I'm really worried. You don't think this has something to do with... well you know.
Graves' face turns a totally new shade as he realizes what Deidre is talking about.
Brian Graves- I don't know, but if they've done something to him for helping me, I'll.. I'll...
Graves slams his fist into the table, knocking several things off. The camera returns to ringside with Hank and Mike.
Micheal D.- Ya know, I haven't heard much from either of the men in our next match in the past week.
Hank- I don't know about this Tantric Tim guy, but Ichabod isn't one to duck out of anything, challenge or not. I guess we're about to find out though!
"Taste of India" by Aerosmith blares over the PA as a sniper scope hovers across the screens of the nWo Video Trons. The sniper scope zooms out on the words "The Iranian Assassin" as green and blue pyros shoot up in an arc across the ramp. But the music dies down when its apparant that Tim isn't coming out. "Taste of India" plays once more with no avail.
Hank- Is Tantric going to be a no show tonight?
Suddenly, the lights in the arena go out and the beginning of Forsaken plays by David Draiman. The fans get to their feet as the pop shakes the arena. Blue lasers around the screen cut wide arcs through the air. As they cut, it becomes apparant that a heavy fog is being pumped into the arena. As Draiman says "I'm over it" explosions light up the stage all around and Ichabod steps out to powerwalk to the ring. When he gets there, he steps up onto the apron, turns, and raises his arms slowly like Triple H as the lights come up. But as the lights go up, it can be seen that it's not Ichabod...
Mike D.- Its Necron!
Necron steps into the ring carrying a big black trashbag. He sets it down in the ring and grabs a mic.
Necron- Due to technical difficulties, this match has been called off. Thank you for your time.
Necron exists the ring leaving the trashbag on the mat.
Hank- What the hell is going on here?
Micheal D.- The fans aren't happy. I think we're about to find out whats going on though, look!
The ref walks over to the trashbag and examines it. On the side in thin white-out is written "Tantric Tim: 'The Iranian Assassin.'" The ref scratches his head and then opens the bag. His eyes go wide for a moment and he falls backward. His face has turned a very pale shade of green, and he dry heaves as he stares in horror at the bag. The camera turns back to the bag, but it has blurred out the area that shows whats inside the bag.
Hank- Folks, our censors have deemed it necessary to hide what is inside that bag.
Mike D.- Let me assure you ~wretch~ its not ~wretch~ pretty.
Hank- You ok, Mike?
Micheal D.- I think so, Hank. Somebody get out here and clean that up! Oh, God, the smell....
Crew members with weak faces converge in the ring to take the bag away. Several fans in the front row move back along the aisles to escape the smell. As the bag is carried out, some of the crew has to stop and heave a little. Finally, an Asian guy comes out and sprays the ring down with freshener and germ killers, then passes out incense and censurs to the front two rows. Hank and Mike get incense and the Asian guy lights them in the censurs. Soon the smell of Necron's surprise is gone.
The lights go out and there is a fifteen second tense wait. Suddenly, Chop Suey begins to play. Pyros begin to shoot sparks from the left of the stage, building up from sources all the way around to the right until the sparks surround the stage. As soon as the last pyro on the right is lit, the same thing begins to happen from the ceiling around the ring from right to left. Just as the music begins to speed up and the drums kick in, the sparks reach a blinding crescendo and Deidre jumps through the pyros and runs to the ring. The audience cheers loudly for the TV champion.
Hank- Listen to that ovation Mike, the fan's are eating up this excitment! Diedre proved last week she had what it takes to win in the nWo by cliaming the televion championship over Nightmare. But will she be able to hold onto the belt?
Michael D- I think we're about to find out Hank. Here comes 'the Ace of Spades'!
"Fight Music" by D12 hits the sound system in the arena and the crowd burts out in cheers and applause. Pyro is shooting off in all directions as Rammer makes his appearance felt comming out from behind the curtain. On his way down to the ring he high fives a few of the many cheering fans. When he gets to the ring he slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope and hops up onto the turnbuckle. He showboats for the fans, doing a backflip off the top. Rammer leans against the corner of the ring waiting for the match to start. He eyes Diedre carefully, knowing he's in for a fight. A hearbeat later the referee calls for the bell.
Diedre charges out of her corner, racing right for Rammer. He goes for a clothlines, Diedre ducks! She slips underneath the swing and shoves rammer to the ropes. Rammer on the rebound, and Diedre plants him with a dropkick! the Ace is quickly back to his feet though, and the two lockup as the fans roar with excitement. Rammer quickly gains the upperhand, overpowering Diedre. He nails a headbutt, sending Diedre stumbling back a few steps.. this is all the opportunity he needs to land a quick knee to the gut, and send Diedre to the mat with a DDT.
Hank- This match is already off to a quick pace Mike. This is intense
Michael D- It's damn intense Hank. I don't know who to root for!
Rammer goes to grab Diedre's foot, but she plants a sloid kick to his jaw, sending him stumbling back. She hops up to her feet, and nails a quick clothesline, putting Rammer down. She quickly darts onto the second turnbuckle, coming off with an elbow drop right across Rammer's chest. The Ace slides out of the way though, and Diedre's elbow tastes nothing but mat. Both to their feet at about the same time, and the competitors trade punches a moment or two. Diedre dodges a quick right hook, and sweeps Rammer's feet out from under him. She quickly drops down, nailing a jab right into Rammer's throat, sending him into a coughing spree. Diedre hooks the leg, going for the pin. 1...2...Rammer's foot hits the ropes.
Michael D- A close save there for Rammer. Diedre is definately out to make a lasting impression here
Hank- Judging by the company she keeps Mike, she just might pull it off too.
Diedre drags The Ace of Spades to his feet, going for a quick short-arm clothesline, Rammer ducks. Diedre races ahead, taking to the turnbuckle. She comes off with a missle dropkick. Rammer slips out of the way. He drags Diedre up, and sends her right back won with a jumping inverted piledriver! Rammer mouts the turnbuckle and leaps, connecting with a 450 splash. He goes for the pin. 1...2...kickout! Rammer drags Diedre up to her feet, goes for a hip toss. Diedre blocks, and flips Rammer to the mat with a hip toss of her own. Rammer back to his feet, and Diedre sends him right back down with an arm drag takedown. Rammer jumps to his feet and rushes in. Diedre goes for a superkick, but Rammer slides underneath her at the last moment. She turns around just in time to meet head on with rammer's flying forearm. The Ace drops down, going for the pin again. 1...2.Diedre gets her shoulder up and rammer pounds the mat in frustration, yelling at the ref about a slow count. Diedre rolls him up in a school boy..1..2..kickout!
Michael D- What action! These two are giving it their all tonight Hank, and the fans are eating it up!
Hank- That's what all our fans worldwide can expect Mike. These men and women lay it all on the line everynight, every event.
Both to their feet, breathing a bit heavy from all the fast pasced action. Rammer goes for a quick kick to the gut. Diedre catches his foot. The Ace's free foot goes flying for Diedre's head in an inseguri. Diedre ducks, and locks on a single leg boston crab. She tugs away at rammer's leg, trying her hardest to do whatever she can to damage it. The Ace isn't about to let this go by though, and begins reaching for the ropes. He grabs on, locking his hands tightly onto the rope in a deathgrip. The referee takes notice and warns Diedre to release the hold. She ignores him, and keeps on tugging. The referee warns her again, and beings his count...1...2...3...4..Diedre lets go of rammer's leg and is quickly to her feet. The Ace pulls himself up with the help of the rope. Diedre charges at The Ace of Spades, but is sent flying after Rammer hip tosses her out over the top rope. Diedre smacks down to the floor outside hard, lieing motionless as the referee begins his count..
1...2...3...
Rammer, knowing he can't win gold by a countout, slides out of the ring. He drags Diedre up to her feet, but she plants an elbow to his gut, stunning him for a moment. She shoves the ring attendant out of the way, and grabs his chair.
4....5....
She folds it up, swings, Rammer ducks! He plants a boot to her gut, stopping her momentem for a second as the chair drops to the mat. Rammer pulls her into a powerbomb, but Diedre flips him. The Ace lands smack down onto the chair!
6...7..
The champ slips into the ring breaking her count. Rammer writhes in pain on the floor, holding his hand against the small of his back. Diedre quickly climbs to the top turnbuckle and calls for the Randomizer! The audience goes crazy with noise as Diedre dives off the top rope, completing the 450....into a senton bomb, her target, the down and weaked 'Ace of Spades, rammer! No! He rolls out of the way just in time! Diedre lands nothing but cold unforgiving steel! 'The Ace' slowly to his feet, drags Diedre up, obivously in quite a bit of pain after that failed attempt to land the senton.
8...9...
Rammer tosses her into the ring and slides in, just missing the ten count by a hair. He pulls Diedre up to her feet and sends her right back down with a double arm DDT. 'The Ace' of Spades mounts the top turnbuckle and dives off, looking to connect with a 450 splash. Diedre tucks her legs up at the last second, and rammer flattens out against them. rolling to the mat with the wind knocked out of him.
Michael D- Uh oh Hank! Look who's headed this way! It's Mr. Black!
Hank- This can't be good Mike. He has no business being here at ringside!
Michael D- You go tell him that Hank, I'll stay here....and... back you up--yeah, that's it! You go tell him that Hank, and I'll stay here and watch your back.
The myserious figure quickly makes his way down to the ring to the boos of the fans. Diedre is to her feet, and takes notice of him almost immediately. So does the referee. Mr. black makes some sort of hand gesture towards the referee, and then points to Diedre. The ref gets a blank stare for a moment, nods and then turns to begin his count on the downed rammer. 1...2...3...Diedre turns, about to close in for the kill, when Mr. Black grabs her leg. She quickly turns around, pulling her leg free. She leans down shouting at him to bring it on if he wants a part of her when suddenly Mr. Black stretches his arm up and a fine mist sprays into her face. She falls back in reaction, and tries to make it to her feet. She half stumbles, turns, staggers, and then collapses to the mat out cold. rammer has in the meantime made it to his feet, oblivious to the happenings outside of the ring. He turns to see Diedre sprawled out on the mat and drops down for the pin. The referee counts...1...2...3! Rammer is the new TV champion!
Hank- Mr. Black has just cost Diedre the TV championship and the ref didn't even notice!
Michael D- Hold it Hank...I think..yeah! That's the referee from Ichabod's match last week against Necron! Diedre was setup Hank!
Hank- None the less Mike, Rammer is out new TV champion!
We goto ringside as an elaborate set is being finished in the ring. The entire ring is covered with a dark gray carpet as a large backdrop that reads "My Time" in big red letters along with a huge picture of PKA posing behind those letters. Inside the ring is a large oak desk, a leather chair behind the desk, a podium and a leather love seat on the opposite side of the desk. "My Time" begins to play over the speakers in the arena as the crowd roars with enthusiasm. The camera turn to the entrance as PKA emerges from behind the curtain with none other than Ash by his side. PKA, dressed in black JNCO Jeans with red and white stripes down the side. He wears a black jacket over a white 'My Time' T-Shirt. On the front of the jacket in the top left corner where the pocket is, the letters 'PKA' are imprinted. He also has on a white bandanna with red outline. Ash however wears long, red leather pants with high, black boots on. She has on a shirt which is tied at the bottom showing off her belly. They make their way down to the ring as PKA walks in front of Ash up the steps and holds down the ropes for her. Ash enters before PKA as he follows from behind. PKA climbs up to the second turnbuckle and poses while the many fans in attendance snap pictures of him in front of his brand new talk show set. PKA drops down to the mat and walks Ash over to the podium as PKA takes a seat in the leather chair behind the oak desk. Ash taps the microphone to test it and calm down thew crowd before she speaks to the capacity crowd.
Ash- Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first installment of "MY TIME!" with your host, the amazing, athletic, absolutely astonishing, "GRADE A" PKA!
The crowd boos as Ash continues.
Ash- Tonight's edition of "My Time" is very special because the guest tonight is none other than "Slick" Dick Gazinya! So without further ado, Grade, take it away!
The camera focuses on an arrogant 'Grade A' PKA as he smirks into the camera and begins to speak into his microphone.
PKA- Thanks Ash! Now first of all I want to say to all of my 'imperfect' fans out there that I can very well see that you didn't support the way I won my match last week. Well I could care less! AC Charisma got what he deserved, just like Brian Graves will tonight. But speaking of BG, I have tonight on this show, one of his very best friends in the world. I mean, these two couldn't have a better friendship. My first guest and Brian Graves have a...few things in common. For instance, my guest's initials are DG, Brian's are BG..yeah well that's one. They both love the spotlight and both will by the end of the night have one more thing in common. That's right, they will have both been beaten by yours truly..."Grade A" PKA! That's right folks, I'd like to introduce to you my first guest, which just so happens not to be my opponent for tonight da 'extreme legend' Brian Graves! This man is the man who had the HONOR, the PRIVELEDGE and the RIGHT of being defeated by me in my first title win back in WoW, that being the European championship. Ladies and gentlemen the former WoW Heavyweight, Tag Team, and European Champion of the world..."Slick" Dick Gazinya!
"Walk" by Pantera begins to play throughout the arena as the crowd all jump to their feet. Fans chant the lines to the famous song as Dick Gazinya steps out from behind the curtain in a jet black Armani suit to a wall of sparks. He raises his arms as he soaks up the crowd reaction then heads down the rampway. Dick slowly makes his way down to the ring with a huge grin. He cracks his neck before making his way up onto the apron as he looks out into the audience for fans holding his foam "Dick-Heads" and Dick Gazinya signs. He climbs between the ropes into the ring and salutes the crowd from all four turnbuckles before his music begins to cut out. Dick smiles as PKA offers him to sit down on the leather love seat. From there, PKA begins to speak into his microphone.
PKA- Welcome Richy, hows it been?
Dick looks less than thrilled as he responds.
Dick- The Dick sais it's been fantastic, how about yourself?
Dick smirks as PKA grins and folds his hands on his desk before speaking.
PKA- Well you know its been great for me...except that incident when I was buried alive....but, hey worse things happen right? First off I'd like to thank you for losing one, two, three to me...PKA and to give me my first title win in the WoW.
PKA grins slightly, showing off his cocky attitude even more as Dick begins to speak.
Dick- You know PKA...it was all MY pleasure! Yeah, that's right, besides myself....'Grade A' was the only thing worth mentioning that ever came out of the old WoW. You went on to become the greatest WoW European champion to date...hell, you even went on to not only defeat Dick but, you went on to defeat my younger brother Rod Gazinya. That right there is one feat that connot be matched by anyone!
PKA- Alright then, second of all, let's talk about your best friend ........and my opponent for tonight which is the Main Event might I add: "The Extreme Legend" Brian Graves. Tell me...what is it with you two? You don't seem to get along very well, can you give me the inside story on whats Up With the BG/DG Rivalry? I mean c'mon, what happened last week on Malice was unbelievable!
Dick smiles with a cocky grin as he adjusts himself in the love seat. He looks from his left to his right at the screaming fans as he responds.
Dick- You want the inside story? I'll tell you the inside story...first some no-name cocky son of a bitch comes waltzing into the WoW. He hogged all the air time on his debut, then of all things he acts like he doesn't even know who I am. Which is pretty interesting considering I just came off the most impressive world title run in the entire companies history! So here we are, this young punk pretends I don't even exist. He thinks the WoW is his for the pickings but, what happens when he finds out The Dick does exist? He refers to him as that 'Dick Guy'...well let me tell you, this 'Dick Guy' has made that man a very unhappy person for the past few months. We all know the story...it all leads up to corruption and greed. Sure he'll play to the fans but, he'll also go out there and break a man's neck if it means opening up a main event spot on the roster. So you see, I've made it my mission to not only humiliate your opponent tonight but, I've made it my mission to humiliate him on a weekly basis leading up to and culminating at a yet to be determined pay-per-view where I will not only strip him of the last of his dignity but, I will strip him of his pride, his manhood and his ego!
PKA nods as he looks impressed.
PKA- Sounds very intense. As was said, I do face him tonight one on one in the Main event of Malice. Now going into a match with a person dubbed as the 'Extreme Legend' do you have any advice or special tactics I can use to wear down BG? Not like I'm afraid of him or anything, I know I'll do just fine ya know. Just trying to get a little extra hint of what to expect is all!
Dick shakes his head and puts out his hands reassurring PKA that he fully understands before responding.
Dick- Well a good example of how to beat BG would be Nester and his tactics last week. Hell, pure wrestling talent and 'perfection' are good enough to put away BG for the three count. Then again, you could just join Gazinya Inc. and beat him with not only fear but, the numbers!
PKA's eyes light up as he seems to be contemplating the offer. He then goes on to rub his chin before responding.
PKA- Well, that would be very interesting. Lets forget about beating him with the numbers of the group though. You got me 'Grade A' PKA facing him. He needs to worry about the letters like...the letter 'A', for Amazing, Athletic, Absolutely Astonishing...The letter 'P', for Perfection, and Pinfall, which is something I will gain. 'K' could be another important letter in the group, words like Kick, when I'm gonna Kick his ass. Afterall, when you're "Grade A" PKA, Perfection most definately! Kicks Ass! Just like me!
Dick grins from ear to ear as he speaks.
Dick- Perfection definetely does kick ass...that's just how it's been since the beginning of your career. Now speaking of careers, it's time I write the next chapter in my career and it's time that you decide which path you will go down. I guess you could say that it's 'Your Time' PKA...so what about it?
PKA puts his hand on his chin as to be thinking to himself. He looks over at Ash and motions for her to come over. She walks over, then he whispers something in her ear that we cannot hear. Dick waits impatiently for an answer as she walks away from PKA. PKA turns to look at Dick as he nods his head and speaks.
PKA- You know, it is "My Time" and as of right now, 'The Time' has come for PKA to take the next step into Perfection and that means to align myself with The Dick...err, that's Dick Gazinya, of course!
Dick smiles as PKA extends his hand. He awaits a hand shake as The Dick reaches across the desk. Suddenly "My Way" by Limp Bizkit plays over the speakers in the arena as PKA and Dick turn to the rampway to see what all the commotion is about as the fans go estatic. President Darren Gazinya appears on the rampway with a contract and microphone in hand. He heads down to the ring as Dick and PKA look on. Darren climbs through the ropes as the music dies down. He raises the microphone to his lips as he begins to address the crowd.
Darren- You know, it's fine and dandy that you two are all chummy chummy. The only thing left to do is make it official. You see Dick, you can't compete until you sign MY nWo contract.
Darren hands his son the contract as Dick looks it up and down.
Darren- Everything that you have asked for is in there. The big seven figure salary, the pay-per-view and merchandise revenue. Hell, even a reserved spot in Gladiator in your own backyard...Madison Square Garden on February 23 for a shot at the nWo championship. You finally got what you wanted...although not in the WoW but, the nWo...the newest and greatest wrestling promotion to date.
Dick takes the pen and signs the dotted line then hands his father the contract. Darren holds up the contract in the air as he raises his microphone to his lips
Darren- Remember...when your nWo, your nWo for life!
Dick stands up from his seat and gives the '4 life' hand signal as PKA walks over to slap him five. The two raise their hands as Darren smiles and leaves the ring with the contract in hand. PKA and Dick look on as if they aren't exactly sure what to make of it as the scene cuts out to backstage.
Hank- Although we haven't heard from Christian Wright in the past week, he's in the arena tonight and ready to take on AC Charisma in one on one action!
'Cocky' by Kid Rock hits and the 'REAL Nature Boy' Christian Wright walks down the aisle cockily with his bodyguard Bohemoth by his side. Christian struts down the aisle as he makes his way to the ring. Christian slides in and poses on the middle turnbuckle as Bohemoth stands looking menacingly beside him, arms folded. Wright leaps down and pats Bohemoth on the back before doing a little Flair strut.
Micheal D.- Wow, Wright looks like he's in top form in his nWo debut, Hank.
The stadium lights turn red as the big screen shows "AC" then at the bottom comes "CHARISMA". "The Red" by Chevelle starts to play as AC appears on the ramp. Confetti starts to fall from the stadium as the fans give a standing reaction to the popular AC Charisma. AC comes out on the ramp putting out his arms soaking in the cheers as he makes his way to the ring.
Straight from the start Charisma and Christian Wright lock up. They grapple hard, but Charisma gets the upper hand and pushes Christian Wright into the corner. The ref tries to break them up, Chop from Charisma on Christian Wright! That echoed throughout the arena! Another stiff chop by Charisma to Christian Wright. The ref breaks the assault up and they go back to there corners. The go back into the centre of the ring. The stare each other out, Christian Wright shoved Charisma! Charisma shoves him back! Christian Wright lands a right hand but Charisma blocks the next shot and lands a thunderous right of his own! Christian Wright gets planted on the seat of his pants with that shot! The crowd erupt as a look of horror comes over the face of Christian Wright! Christian Wright gets to his feet and they once again go back to there corners. They lock up again, This time Christian Wright gets the upper hand and gets Charisma in a headlock. Charisma pushes Christian Wright to the ropes and whips him into them, Shoulder Block by Charisma! No way past for Christian Wright who AGAIN gets sent to the canvas. Christian Wright rolls out the ring to take a breather. Charisma takes advantage of the situation and jumps out the ring in pursuit of Christian Wright! Charisma chases Christian Wright round the ring, but Christian Wright catches Charisma with a hard clothesline at ringside!
Hank- Wright lured Charisma right into that trap.
Christian Wright picks up Charisma and hits him with a swinging armbreaker that takes Charisma down on the outside. The referee starts to make his count: 1
.2
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. but Charisma manages to stand up. Christian Wright tries for a piledriver, but Charisma counters it into a back body drop onto the mat. Charisma drags Christian Wright over to the announce table and were Hank and Mike D. are sitting. Charisma is taking the monitors out from the table. Christian Wright is starting to come to his senses! Charisma swings a steel monitor to the temple of Christian Wright which knocks him flat onto the announce table. Charisma climbs up onto the announce table with Christian Wright. Charisma pulls Christian Wright to his feet using his hair. Tombstone piledriver through the announce table! The referee rushes over and starts to make the count. 1
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Christian Wright gets to his very weak feet. Charisma cant believe it! Charisma rolls Christian Wright into the ring and follows him in himself. Christian Wright who looks at the camera has blood pouring down his face.
Micheal D.- Great, my Fiesta Twists have been spilled everywhere.
The blood is dripping from Wright's nose and staining the mat. Charisma goes to pick Christian Wright up. But Christian Wright gives a punch to the gut of Charisma. Charisma doubles over. Christian Wright runs at the ropes and returns with a big dropkick, he got good elevation! Christian Wright picks out Charisma and delivers a northern lights suplex. Christian Wright goes for his finisher, the Call of Nature. He sets Charisma up, but no! Charisma counters in with a kick to the face! Weak bodyslam by Charisma on Christian Wright as both men are physically exhausted. The referee starts to count. 1
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.Charisma stands up! 10! But, Christian Wright didn't! The ref awards the match to AC Charisma!
Hank- Wow, I haven't seen a match end like that in a long time.
Micheal D.- Me either, Hank. Can you run to the vendor before the next match and me some more Fiesta Twists?
Hank- Its about to start, Mike
Hank- Well this match coming up right now is for the Brutality Championship! We have Spatter taking on Judas!
Michael D- We all know what kind of sick person Spatter is, and that right there is just what we need in this type of match-up!
Hank- But don't count out Judas, that man can be sick and twisted in his own way.
Hank- That is a sick sick man.
As Dragula by Rob Zombie begins the lights go out, then a red light shines on the ring and the ring begins to smoke. A fighter is on her knees as Judas makes his descent from the rafters above. As his feet start to touch the ring, his valet stands up and takes his hand, and then he kisses her on the cheek.
Michael D- Well both men are in the ring, let's start this thing!
Spatter stares down Judas with a cold glare as he walks around stalking him like pray. Judas has a smirk on his face as he moves in closer as Spatter lunges out and knocks him over with a clothesline. He picks him up and whips him into the turnbuckle and starts beating away not holding anything back. He lifts him up with two hands in a chokehold and throws him into the center of the ring. He lifts him up and boots him in the gut. He then drops him with a quick DDT and goes for the cover but only gets 2. Spatter gives the referee a glare and then a sickening laugh that makes him back up a few steps. Spatter picks Judas up but Judas gives him an elbow to the stomach and then whips him off the ropes. Spatter goes for a clothesline but Judas ducks and bounces off the ropes and comes back with a crossbody knocking down Spatter. He lifts him up and tosses him out of the ring.
Hank- Nice move by Judas there
Judas then slowly follows behind Spatter and lifts him up driving his head against the fan barricade. He lifts him up and whips him into the steel steps. Judas follows him closely and lifts him up driving his head into the steel steps and then spearing him into the fan barricade. Judas walks over towards Spatter and starts landing right hands and then gives him a kick to the leg knocking him down to his knees. Spatter is on all fours trying to catch his breath when Judas lines up and lands a swift kick to the head of Spatter sending him rolling away holding his face. Judas smiles around the ring and grabs a chair and brings it over towards Spatter.
Hank- This is why they call it Brutality!
Michael D- I think Spatter is already busted open, or was that just from his entrance?
Judas pulls out the chair and revs it back and swings at Spatter but he's able to move out of the way. Judas lifts it up again but Spatter punches the steel chair right back in Judas' face! Judas falls to the mat holding his head as he can feel the warm blood slowly drip down. Spatter stands up and cracks his neck and grabs the chair. He lines up Judas as he slowly makes it to his feet and BAM! Smacks him across the head with it knocking him completely off his game and down to the mat. Spatter wipes the blood from his face and smiles wickedly as he reaches down and picks up Judas and rolls him into the ring.
Michael D- This is getting pretty bad Hank
Hank- Well this is what they sign up for when they agree to Brutality rules!
Judas is trying to find his way around the ring but the blood in his eyes are causing a problem. Spatter who is laughing wickedly at this whole affair stalks Judas until he finally makes it to his feet. Spatter connects with a huge right hand sending him back down to the mat. Spatter picks him up and kicks him in the gut. He lifts him high over his head and slams him down hard with a Powerbomb. He goes for the cover but somehow Judas kicks out at 2! Spatter gets a look of shock on his face as he stands up and stalks the referee. Judas slowly makes his way to his feet with support from the ropes. Spatter turns around and sees Judas struggling and walks over to him. He grabs him and drives his head into his knee as Judas bounces off and lays motionless in the ring. Spatter grins and walks over towards the turnbuckle and takes off one of the protective covering.
Hank- Oh wow, here is something that'll spice things up a bit!
Spatter tosses the covering outside the ring and turns around to face Judas. He lifts him up from his spot and drags him over towards the corner and shows him what is about to happen with a twisted laugh. He grabs him by the hair and goes to slam him down but Judas blocks himself with the ropes and drives his leg backwards and kicks Spatter in aโฆwell not so comfortable area! Spatter drops down holding himself as Judas backs out of the corner to catch his breath. Spatter finally regains his composure and turns around only to be clotheslined by Judas! Judas picks him up and whips him into the corner as he nails the exposed turnbuckle! Spatter bounces off and falls to the ground motionless. Judas goes down for the cover but Spatter gets his shoulder up!
Hank- No way!
Michael D- That would have put any normal man out cold!
Judas picks Spatter up and wipes the blood for his forehead as he licks it himself as the fans scream at what's going on. Judas gives a wicked smile and is about to hit Spatter with Angel of Darkness when Spatter hits Judas in the gut forcing him backwards. Spatter then charges at Judas but he moves out of the way and Spatter goes off the ropes and on the way back Judas kicks him in the gut and lifts him up nailing a Piledriver in the center of the ring! He reaches down and hooks the leg as the ref counts the three!
Hank- Well this sick and twisted match was ฆwell just what we said it would be! And it ended with Judas coming out as the Netlink wrestling's first Brutality Champion!
Michael D- I think I'm going to be sick!
The arena goes quiet as the camera pans along the entrance way...then "My Time" hits the PA System as the camera quickly takes shot of the VideoTron as it shows the words 'Grade A' and then flashes and we see the letters 'PKA' flashing. It changes to shots of PKA wrestling at his fast pase. The words continue to flash 'Grade A' -- 'PKA'. PKA walks out from behind the curtain with a black beanie on his head with 'PKA' inprinted on it, some black sunglasses, white tape on his wrists, and some baggy black jeans with a white and red stripes down the side. He walks down the ramp towards the ring accompanied by his manager/ex-fiancee Ash. While doing so he grabs onto his left wrist tape and runs his hand on it to adjust it, then doing the same thing with his left hand to his right wrist's tape. PKA stops at the end of the ramp in front of the ring looking out at the crowd, to the left, and right. He walks to the ring and gets on the apron, then climbing the turnbuckle and stopping on the second buckle, he raises his arms directly out at his sides in a crucifix stance. PKA drops his arms to his sides and looks out at the crowd once more, before leap frogging over the ropes and into the ring. He walks to the opposite turnbuckle and climbs up to the second buckle, raising his arms in the crucifix once more and then taking off his sunglasses.
Hank- Here we go folks, it's main event time! PKA enters this arena coming off an impressive victory last week over newcomer AC Charisma.
"Special Delivery" is heard throughout the arena as the begining intro plays...the softer music is starting to get louder when a few beats hit in and blue pyros shoot down from the top of the rafters leaving only a small gap for The "Extreme Legend" Brian Graves to walk through...then the beats really kick in and the song blares throughout. Brian walks in between the pryos as the fans start booing like crazy. Brian has a cocky grin on his face as he slides down into the ring and goes to the top left turnbuckle and flashes The Shocker to the crowd and hops down and smirks at the crowd.
Michael D- The question is Hank, will his perfection be enough to get the 1 2 3 over the Extreme Legend himself, Brian Graves, who's coming straight off a loss to Nester DeFranco last week on Malice.
Hank- No thanks to Dick Gazinya and the LDE, Mike.
Both men stare one another down, measuring each other up. The referee calls for the bell, and this match is officially underway. The two rush out from their respective corners, and enter the lockup. Back and forth they go, until Brian gains the upperhand and belly-to-back suplexes PKA. Graves picks him up, PKA plants an elbow to the gut. A second! A third! Graves sends PKA diving with a powerbomb, but PKA locks his legs on and plants Graves to the mat instead with a hurricrana! The fans cheer loudly. PKA drops down for the pin..1..2..kickout! PKA drops an elbow to graves's sternum, and goes for the pin again..1..2..Graves powers out! Both men to their feet circle each other a moment, and then explode into a fury of traded punches back and forth across the ring!
Michael D- PKA seems to be holding his own against Graves pretty well sofar Hank.
Hank- He's giving it all he's got Mike, and who can blame him? He's out to prove to the fans and to everyone else watching that he is main event material.
Graves flips PKA to the mat with a monkey toss. PKA quickly up to his feet is sent back down with a quick short arm clothesline. Graves races to the turnbuckle, climing. He dives off looking to connect with a frog splash, but PKA rolls out of the way. The Extreme Legend hits nothing but mat. PKA drags Graves to his feet, rushes up the turnbuckle and plants Brian to the mat solidly with a Tornado DDT. Pka boucnes off the ropes and lands a leg drop right across Grave's throat. He drags Brian up to his feet, and whips him to the ropes. BG on the rebound plows right into PKA with a shoulder tackle, knocking the wind out of him. Graves mounts the top turnbuckle, waiting. PKA staggers to his feet, and Brian leaps off with a flying clothesline that sends PKA right back to the mat. BG drags him up to his feet once more and plants him solidly with a piledriver. Brian races, bounces off the ropes, and comes down hard on PKA's gut with a knee drop. He goes for the pin...1...2..PKA's shoulder flies up.
Michael D- This is too close to call Hank. But it looks like Brian has the advantage right now.
Hank- Definately, Mike, but can he capatalize on it?
BG pulls PKA to his feet and whips him to the turnbuckle. He charges in, only to taste PKA's boot, planted right into his jaw. PKA races up the ropes, planting Graves to the mat with a bulldog. He goes for the cover..1..2..Graves puts his foot on the ropes. PKA and graves meet in a lockup, but it doesnt last long. Grade 'A' quickly plants a knee to BG's gut, and whips him to the ropes. The Extreme Legend on the rebound, and PKA nails a front face dropkick. He climbs the turnbuckle, diving off with a senton bomb. It connects solidly with Grave's midsection. PKA goes for the pin..1..2..kickout! He pounds the mat with frustration, and drags Brian up to his feet. Graves suprises him though, and whips PKA to the ropes. Grade 'A' on the rebound, and Graves sends him down to the mat with a big samoan drop. BG quickly up to the top divines off nailing a 450 leg drop. He hooks the leg, 1....2...th--no! PKA gets his arm on the rope! So close! Ash pounds on the mat encouraging PKA, who slowly makes it to his feet. Graves though is waiting, and charges in with a clothesline. PKA ducks, Brian on the rebound, PKA drops down, BG hops over, Graves on the rebound. PKA slips behind him and locks on a sleeper hold. But what's this? Ash is pulling something out of her pocket. It's a pair of brass knucks!