GREYSON MARKS: And now, well, this is interesting, since we came back the monster known as ENIGMA has stalked the halls of PWE and he seems to have set his sights on JACK DUNN
LINCOLN PHELPS: Jack looks like a monster in his own right, but now the two men will face off at the Haunted Mansion...
We center in on the Haunted Mansion, a rampway leading down to a ring outside is seen as Nina Laurence steps forward.
NINA LAWRENCE: The following match is a GRUDGE MATCH sceduled for ONE FALL...introducing first
"I'm trained for pain
Immenseful strain
Excruciation is my game
Slice through your flesh
Defy me now
Feel the pain, knife driven down"
Smoke fills up the top of the ramp as the start of "TortureTactics" - Vio-lence plays throughout the arena. Eventually a figure is seen making their way through the smoke. Once the figure has emerged from the smoke, you can see that it's "The Venomous Bastard" Jack Dunn. Not long after that, Tate Selby, Jack's Trainer emerges through the smoke. They both stand at the top of the ramp looking down at the ring paying absolutely no attention to the negative reactions of the crowd, purely because they give no fucks. Eventually, Jack takes a walk down towards the ring closely followed by Tate. Both of them are focused still on the ring and paying no attention to the crowd getting louder with their dislike of them both. Jack and Tate stop at the bottom of the ramp and stand there with sickening and sadistic smirks on their face. Still not having broken focus from the ring, Jack makes his way up the steel steps and enters the ring between the middle and top rope. Whereas Tate Selby makes his way around to the side of the ring much like Jack he hasn't broken his focus on that ring. Once Jack is in the ring, this is when he makes his way over to the corner of the ring and just stands there with his back to the turnbuckle and once again has the same smirk upon his face as before as Tate still focuses his attention on the ring. They both await for the violence to be able to begin as the last of the music plays before cutting out.
NINA LAWRENCE: From Los Angeles California, weighing in at 265 pounds, JACK DUNN
"Luna est dominae, volkodlak malorum
Artes et perditae, lycan incarnatus
Luna est dominae, volkodlak malorum
Artes et perditae, lycan incarnatus"
A dense fog rolls out along the entrance ramp, the haunting whispered chant growing in volume along with the pulsing tempo of the music. A hulking horned beast appears from the gloom, slowly and methodically stalking towards the ring. His leather doomsday cloak is open over his massive chest, each step bringing him further into the light until "The Monster Machine" is revealed in full. The dark and Gothic chanting continues, music swelling in volume as each pulse in the tempo and each measured step of the monster are in sync.
"Rota, vita, mara, vena
Mare, dracul, morte, vita
Rota, vita, mara, vena
Mare, dracul, morte, vita"
ENIGMA ascends the ring steps and subtly wipes his feet on the apron, turning towards the crowd as he removes the horned skull mask, revealing his soot-streaked face and colorless eyes. Throwing his head back, he sprays a bloody mist into the air before letting out a snarl. When his head lowers, blood drips from his chin, down his heaving chest.
NINA LAWRENCE: And his opponent, standing 6'5 and weighing in at 275 pounds from The Boiler Room....THE MONSTER MACHINE...ENNNNIGMA...
DING DING DING!!
And we're off. Enigma stares across the ring at Jack with a small smirk on his face. Jack seems to be unintimidated stepping right to the center of the ring, the fans in attendance looking up in awe as the two large men get face to face with the backdrop of the haunted mansion behind them. After a few moments Jack fires off a right hand, Enigma takes it and fires one back, the two men going at it violently with every right hands connecting. Enigma gets the upper hand, h9itting Jack over and over again before backing him up into the ropes, Enigma then fires Jack across the ring and ducks down going for a back body drop, Jack stops and kicks Enigma in the chest standing him up, Enigma roars and shoots forward with a vicious Lariat that connects with the chest and head of Jack taking him down. Jack rolls from the ring trying to get his breath back after that shot, Enigma follows grabbing Jack and throwing him head first into the barricade. Jack hits hard and looks up as Enigma starts to stomp and kick Jack down as the referee begins counting. Enigma hits stomp after stomp as the referee reaches 8. Enigma turns and breaks the count before turning his attention back to Jack who is pulling himself up.
GREYSON MARKS: Man Enigma is on another level.
LINCOLN PHELPS: Jack has been talking a big game, can he step up here? cause Enigma has been the epitome of SHOW not TELL.
GREYSON MARKS: I don't know what is going to happen here, Enigma is a beast but Jack is no slouch.
Enigma grabs Jack and slides him into the ring before following, Jack grabs Enigma by the ankle, picking his leg and taking him down to the mat, Jack slides over the top of Enigma into a mount and trying to throw a few hard punches, Enigma covers up, slides around and onto his stomach, Jack tries to get hooks in and grabs Enigma by the throat in a rear naked choke, but Enigma slides through the backdoor to his feet and reaches down grabbing Jack by the hips, lifting Jack up and over in a deadlift German suplex dumping Jack on the back of his head and neck. Jack tries to get up but Enigma grabs him and hits a headbutt, and another and another. Jack stumbles and looks clearly dazed, Enigma smiles and hits a discus elbow before spinning the other way with a backhand dropping Jack down, Enigma drops and pins him
ONE
TWO
Jack kicks out, Enigma stays on the attack though and goes right back to hitting hard rights on the ground before getting to his feet and pulling Jack up, he shoves Jack into the corner and uncorks a hard chop, and another and another before grabbing Jack by the wrist and pulling him out into a lariat, he keeps wrist control and pulls Jack back up before hooking him into a pumphandle slam down onto his back, Enigma stays on Jack and hooks the outside leg.
ONE
TWO
Jack kicks out again.
LINCOLN PHELPS: Enigma is just picking apart Jack Dunn right now.
GREYSON MARKS: But Enigma knows how to stop Jacks moves, Jack is a great grappler, so is Enigma, Jack is a great striker, so is Enigma...
LINCOLN PHELPS: Everything Jack has done Enigma has had an answer for.
Enigma pulls Jack up with his hand around his throat calling for the Questions and answers, he goes to lift Jack up but Jack throws his elbow to the side catching Enigma causing him to stumble to the side, Jack hits a hard kick, and another and another right to the chest of Enigma, Enigma tries to cover up but Jack stays on it, he grabs Enigma and lays in hard Muay Thai style knees before shoving Enigma back and leaping up with a bicycle knee right to the side of Enigmas head, Enigma drops down and Jack smirks breathing heavily as he thinks he finally has the upper hand. Jack runs his thumb over his throat and grabs Enigma pulling him into a ripcord going for the start of the incapacitator, but Enigma moves and goes to the side, he grabs Jack again around the throat, jJack slaps his hand away and kicks Enigma in the side of the head sending him down.
GREYSON MARKS: Jack has fought back but Enigma refuses to stay down.
LINCOLN PHELPS: Jack needs time to recover he keeps creating distance yet Enigma closes it just as fast.
Jack shakes his head and this time pulls Enigma up and brings him close going for the arm trap triangle, but Enigma blocks it, headbutting Jack in the tample, Jack drops to his knees, Enigma smirks and pulls Jack up finally hitting the Questions and answers!
ONE
TWO
THREE!
The ring has been retrofitted. The mat is now red, a few vases of flowers are lined up along side the rows of folding chairs. In the middle of all of this is a casket and next to that a podium. The lights in the arena dim down.
The music plays soft and at the top of the ramp stand Joe Montouri and Lewis Chad Pinkston. Joe looks dashing in his all black suit, while Lewis looks like a small child borrowed their parents suit for Homecoming. The jeers from the fans caused Lewis to slowly nod his head and pretend to wipe a tear from his face. The two men somberly walk down the aisle and into the ring. The music continues to play as Lewis and Joe take their seats on the chairs in the ring.
Lewis looks around confused and then leans over to Joe and whispers something in his ear. Joe then looks around then back to Lewis and shrugs. Lewis calmly stands up and adjusts his tie. He stands behind the podium. He audibly clears his throat as the music dies down.
LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Ladies and Gentlemen it is my great honor and privilege to stand here today and give the eulogy of Danny Prestons…. You know what, no. Right now he’s Dane Preston. A great guy. An Okay father and a decent wrestler at best. But above all else…
Lewis pauses and chokes up slightly.
LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: But above all else…. He is… no sorry….
Lewis wipes a tear away.
LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: He was my bitch!
The crowd begins to boo loudly.
LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: I know boo. Boo till your heart's content. He’s gone. He’s not coming back. As you can all tell by all the friends and loved ones that have decided to show up for his funeral. We are surrounded by….
Joe looks around and shakes his head no. Lewis leans towards Joe but the mic still catches what he’s saying.
LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Neither are here?
JOE MONTUORI: Nope.
LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: You sent the texts right?
JOE MONTUORI: I think they went to spam or unanswered.
LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Fuck. Okay.
Lewis stands up again and coughs.
LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: You can tell the reach this man had in this industry. All his friends are here… which there are none of. All of his family… which he doesn’t care about. And the reason the casket is closed is because he couldn’t even be bothered to die correctly and didn’t even show up to his own funeral. When I said I was going get rid of Dane Preston from PWE, I meant physically. I didn’t mean to break him emotionally, spiritually and well okay I guess a little physically. I didn’t mean to break him to the point of death.
Lewis smacks the top of the casket.
LEWIS CHAD PINKSTON: Here’s what you all need to know about Dane. When the chips were down, he couldn’t handle LCP! He didn’t know what to do, so he ran like a fucking bitch. That’s why I’m doing this! I’m showing all of you the fucking coward he really is.
Lewis flips open the top of the casket and as soon as he does he falls backwards. He scurried behind Joe. Joe stands up while Lewis is pushing him towards the casket.
As Joe approaches the casket a hand shoots out and knocks Joe backwards into the pile of chairs.
DANE PRESTON
Sits up from the casket and climbs out. He grabs a chair and begins wailing on Joe, and when he’s done he turns his attention towards Lewis.
Lewis picks up a chair and throws it towards Dane, but he quickly shoves it aside. Lewis once again grabs a chair, he reaches back and swings it towards Dane.
Dane simply punches the chair out of Lewis’ grasp. Shocked, Lewis turns to run away but Dane grabs him by the collar. Lewis weasels out of the jacket but Dane already had his other hand reaching for the neck of Lewis.
Dane drags Lewis to the middle of the ring and plants him square in the middle, and kneels down. One knee on the clavicle of Lewis his arms and legs flailed about.
DANE PRESTON: It seems like talk of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.
Joe climbs up from the pile of chairs and grabs Dane by the back and throws him off of Lewis. Joe bends over and picks Lewis up, as Dane comes back for the both of them.
ONE SHOT KILL!
Lewis shoved Joe out of the way through the ropes to the floor and ate every ounce of the Redline. Joe scrambles to reach into the ring but Dane is hell bent on destroying Lewis. Vase after vase was thrown at Big LC. Shattering on impact each time. Dane grabs Lewis by the hair and pulls him upward to his feet.
Lewis is swaying back and forth as Dane runs against the ropes and lines Lewis up for another 1SK.
Were you expecting Lewis to get pulled out and saved by Joe? Well you’d be wrong. The foot of Dane, as gentle as a sledgehammer to a wall, connects with the chin of Lewis. Sending him flying ass over tea kettle to the floor. Joe thankfully was able to catch the lifeless Lewis before he crashed to the floor.
Dane is riled up in the ring as the crowd is going insane. Screaming ferally and begging Joe to get into the ring with him. Joe simply shakes his head, mouthing ‘Not Today’ and carries Lewis up the ramp like a baby, as the camera cuts to the next scene.
GREYSON MARKS: You know, the Excellence championship is the most prestigious championship in PWE. we have had three champions. Damian Ayla, Vodka Black and Allen Chaney…
LINCOLN PHELPS: And now wer have three men, waiting it out over at Tomorrowland, the winner of this no disqualification match is going to face whoever survives our main event for the PWE championship down the line…
GREYSON MARKS: And all three men have the talent to do it….nattle of two kings and a moustachioed grapple master
"GO...GO...NOTHING CAN STOP ME, I'M ALL THE WAY UP!"
The beginning horns of "All the Way Up" by Fat Joe ring through the speakers in the arena, and the audience already know what's coming even before the lyrics stop. Right after the first line, the bass kicks in and the crowd erupts! They get even louder as the "Class Act" Issak Otto walks out from behind the black curtain with a huge smile on his face, bobbing along to his theme song, of which he's always liked. He stops at the top of the ramp and gives a strong 'hero' pose, taking in the cheers from the PWE fans. Issak continues down the ramp with pep in his step, sliding in under the bottom rope of the ring. He gets to his feet quickly, rushing over to one side of the ring and leaning into the ropes, a hand in the air and hyping up the crowd even moreso. He does the same to the other side before turning into his corner.
GREYSON MARKS: There’s Issak Otto. He’s been on a roll here lately and looks to take the next step.
LINCOLN PHELPS: He sure has been, but there are two other men that might have something to say about his ascension.
“You number one, now it's time to start sneakin' up (oh)
This for my n***as that say I ain't deep enough (oh)
Me, I been talkin' for those that don't speak enough (oh)
Bitch, I'm a king, R.I.P to King Geedorah”
As the opening beat to 'Sanjuro' begins to play over the speakers and echoing throughout the arena as it erupts the crowd, a singular spotlight separates itself from the rest and shines down onto the entrance curtain. With the spotlight shun down onto the stage, the figure of Jason Long steps out from behind the curtain to a loud ovation, with a large smile resting on his face as he stops at the top of the ramp, looking out to the fans in the crowd and nodding his head. Jason looks out to the crowd, keeping that smile on his face as he stands at the top of the ramp with his arms stretched out wide, soaking in all of the cheers that rain down onto him. Flames shoot up each side of The King as raises his leg and slam his foot down to the metal floor, setting off the large explosion of pyrotechnics behind him and allowing the crowd to enjoy the view.
GREYSON MARKS: Well we all knew he would eventually be in a position like this. The last breathing Mercenary Jason Long.
LINCOLN PHELPS: And I’m the last of my family line, you don’t hear me bragging about it.
Jason makes his way down the ramp, hitting the hands of every fan that reach out to him, as he looks into the ring and sees his opponent- a smile growing on his face as he touches down at ringside and circles around the ring, sliding across the ring apron on his right knee before turning his body and looking out to the crowd. Jason stands up on the ring apron, leaning back against the ropes and keeping his right arm along the top rope as he points out to the crowd and hastily makes his way into the ring and into the closest corner to him where he leaps onto the second rope. Jason places his left foot on the top rope as he stretches his arms out once again and mouths to the crowd to hype them up, letting out a loud "YEAH!" to the crowd as he brings his arms down, slips out of his black leather jacket, throwing it down to the ringside crew and climbing up to the top rope before doing a backflip down to the mat where he nails the perfect landing. Jason turns to face his opponents and then backs himself into the corner.
“So you know.. A lot of people tryna be like me, but, you know.. You just can’t be like me.”
The opening is heard as gold pyro shoots down from the ceiling. Out from the back comes Paul Montouri. Wearing a Prada jacket and Gucci sunglasses. After a few moments of staring at himself on the tron he spins around and holds his arms out and screams ‘I’m King Of The World Bitch!’ And walks down the aisle.
Once he gets to the ring he takes off his sunglasses and goes to hand them to a child in the front row but pulls them back at the last second. He laughs and then climbs up the steps onto the apron. He climbs to the middle rope, throws his arms and head back and basks in his own glory. He swings the jacket off and hands it and the glasses to the ring side aide and hops into the ring.
GREYSON MARKS: And there’s Paul Montouri.
LINCOLN PHELPS: God he’s pretty.
GREYSON MARKS: Really?
LINCOLN PHELPS: Just look at him. It’s like he was carved from marble.
GREYSON MARKS: Looks like the ref is done with the pre match checks and we are just about underway.
All three men circle each other in the ring just as the bell rings.
GREYSON MARKS: All three of these men know what is on the line here.
LINCOLN PHELPS: A chance at the Excellence championship.
GREYSON MARKS: This one is for the ages.
No one makes a move. The crowd begin to stomp their feet on the ground and slap their hands on the chairs. Raising the electricity. The moment hasn’t passed anyone, Paul makes the first move and shoots towards Long. He side steps it and shoves Paul to the side. Paul quickly gets to his feet and the circle continues. Otto goes towards Paul, but is side stepped. Long goes at both men. Long swings at Otto first, but the shot is ducked and he’s shoved towards Paul. Long goes for a thrust kick but his leg is caught. Paul sweeps Long’s leg and holds it there for a second. Otto rushes towards Paul. Paul releases Long’s leg and ducks the clothesline from Otto.
GREYSON MARKS: No one wants to be the one to make the first mistake.
LINCOLN PHELPS: Well someone better do something, soon, we aren’t paid by the hour!
Otto bounces off the ropes and is caught by Paul in a hip toss. Long manages to roll out of the way at the last second before getting crushed by Otto. Otto quickly gets to his feet and runs towards Paul. Otto ducks under his outstretched arm and pulls him down for a school boy, but Paul rolls back to a seated position. Long runs towards Paul and knees him in the side of the face. Otto runs towards Long and dropkicks him into the corner.
GREYSON MARKS: Otto is firing on all cylinders early in this bout.
LINCOLN PHELPS: Could that hinder him if this gets to the later stages?
GREYSON MARKS: Was…. Was that quality commentary from you?
LINCOLN PHELPS: It happens on occasion.
Otto levies several chops across the chest of Long. Long manages to grab Otto and switch positions and throws a few chops himself. Paul gets to his feet and runs towards both men. Long senses something at the last second and moves as Paul splashes Otto. Paul grabs the back of Otto’s head and throws him to the middle of the ring. Long thrust kicks Otto in the chest then spins towards Paul and kicks him in the gut. Grabbing the head of Paul, Long runs up the turnbuckle and DDT’s Paul to the mat. Long goes for the cover.
GREYSON MARKS: Quick Pin by Jason Long.
ONE
TWO!
LINCOLN PHELPS: Not enough damage done.
Otto breaks the pin and grabs Long by the hair and drags him to his feet. Otto side suplex’s Long and floats over into an arm breaker. He manages to lock the hold in. Long struggles to reach for the ropes.
LINCOLN PHELPS: Otto looking to snap Long’s arm like a branch.
GREYSON MARKS: This could be over…
Paul gets to his feet and runs and leaps towards Otto. His foot clearly aimed at Otto’s head. Otto sees it coming and releases the hold and manages to narrowly avoid the stomp. Long rolls over and holds his arm. Paul stays trying to stomp on Otto before Otto eventually rolls out of the ring. Paul was too close to the ropes and was dragged outside by Otto. Otto whips Paul into the barricade. Otto follows it up with a running knee to the side of Paul’s head.
GREYSON MARKS: That wasn’t pretty…
LINCOLN PHELPS: But it was highly effective.
GREYSON MARKS: You could say that again…
LINCOLN PHELPS: But it was high….
GREYSON MARKS: I didn’t actually mean it.
Otto quickly checks on Long, who is still in the ring, and drags Paul to the announce table. He lifts Paul up and slams him back first on top of the table. Then he throws a few elbows to make sure he stays down. Otto then climbs the apron and up to the top rope.
GREYSON MARKS: This isn’t typical of Issak.
LINCOLN PHELPS: Gotta risk it for the biscuit!
Before Otto had the chance to leap off Long had leapt up to the top rope and super release German suplexes Otto. Both men are laid out on the mat and Paul is still on the table.
GREYSON MARKS: I’m calling it right now, whoever is the first to move is probably going to win this match.
LINCOLN PHELPS: I’ll take that bet.
Long is slowly to a knee first. Otto rises shortly after him. Paul is still out on the table. Long runs towards Otto and takes him down with a switchblade. Seemingly having a second wind, Long rushes towards the corner closest to the announce table. Long climbs to the top rope and leaps off.
GREYSON MARKS: Like an eagle in the sky, Long takes flight!
Paul rolls out of the way and Long crashes hard through the table.
LINCOLN PHELPS: And crashes harder than…
GREYSON MARKS: Whatever you were going to say, don’t.
LINCOLN PHELPS: 10-4 good buddy!
Paul scurries and begins to pile all the broken pieces of the table on top of Long.
GREYSON MARKS: Even though we don’t have a table, that was smart of Paul to bury Jason under everything. Even if he does come back, he will have to contend with all the debris.
Paul climbs the apron as Otto has gotten to his feet. Otto grabs Paul but Paul snake eyes him on the top rope. Otto reels backwards as Paul climbs back into the ring. Paul chops Otto and then whips him into the ropes. Paul bends over as Otto falls flat on his back and smacks Paul across the face and then kicks him in the side of the head. Meanwhile Long manages to pull himself out of the pile and drag himself towards the apron.
GREYSON MARKS: Somehow Jason is moving and up on the apron.
Paul falls backwards into the ropes. Otto runs against the opposite side ropes. As he reaches Paul, Paul leaps over him and turns around towards Otto. Otto comes back and is thrust into the air and met with a European Uppercut. Paul falls back a bit from the blow and hangs on the top rope. Otto gets to his knees as Paul rushes towards him.
LINCOLN PHELPS: FUCK YO FACE!
Paul lands the curb stomp on Otto and pins.
ONE
TWO!
GREYSON MARKS: VANITY KILLER!
Long manages to slide into the ring, and break the pin with a curb stomp of his own. Long holds his ribs and pulls Otto to his feet. Otto is nearly out cold and extremely wobbly and Long is breathing heavily. Long kicks the shin of Otto, taking him down to a knee. Long plants a foot on Otto’s leg.
GREYSON MARKS: FINAL FLASH!
However at the last second, Otto ducks the kick. And grabs the plant leg. Long falls face first on to the mat. Otto locks in a half crab, but quickly transitions to a Crossface when Long exposed an arm too long.
GREYSON MARKS: All he needs is the bridge….
LINCOLN PHELPS: There it is!
GREYSON MARKS: CLASS ACTION! Locked in. In the middle of the ring!
Long bellows in pain as his arms reach blindly for anything. Paul is on the ground and pulling himself up on the apron.
LINCOLN PHELPS: Hold on! Paul’s coming!
Paul rolls in under the bottom rope, and leaps towards Otto. But before he can break it up Long taps!
DING DING DING!
NINA LAWRENCE:: Here is your winner…..ISSAK OTTO!
