DREAM SUNDAY NIGHT SLAUGHTER 6/5/2009
Posted by Webmaster
5 Jun 2009
Allstate Arena, Rosemond, Illinois (seats 18,500)
The screen fades from black. The DWF logo shines across before exploding. The Slaughter original theme music begins to play as the camera pans across the crowd before the commentator begins his introduction.
"Welcome everyone to Sunday Night Slaughter! I'm Jason Whiteside and we are coming to you live from the Allstate Arena in Rosemond, Illinoise
with another exciting edition of Sunday Night Slaughter on DTN!
The camera pans to the entrance.
"We're about to kick the show off with two exciting debuts in diva action!"
'Stupid Shit' by Girlicious begins to play. Kelly Evans steps out, a look of excitement on her face as she looks across the sea of screaming fans before jetting down the ramp towards the ring.
"Kelly Evans is ready for her debut tonight against another newcomer, Serena."
As Kelly enters the ring, her music fades. 'What You Waiting For' by Gwen Stafani begins to play.
"Serena is on her way out now. These two diva's have outstanding track records in the sport of professional wrestling and should add what DWF is missing in the women's division."
Serena slides into the ring and pops to her feet as her music fades.
"The referee reminds the women of the rules to the match before we begin."
The bell sounds to start the match and they lock up. Kelly Evans puts a knee into Serena's stomach, taking control. She grabs Kelly by the back of her hair and yanks her back, to the canvas.
"Kelly using Serena's hair against her."
The referee warns Kelly, who runs past him, leaping to the second rope and flipping as she jumps back.
"Moonsault by Evans hitting her mark."
Kelly goes for a quick cover.
"The referee drops and begins to count. Serena kicks out at two."
As Kelly Evans begins to get up, she pulls Serena with her.
"Serena with an elbow to the stomach of Kelly She runs past her. Off the ropes. Jumping forearm shot to the face of Kelly Evans."
Kelly falls back and Serena quickly gets to her feet raising both arms to the crowd. She pushes past the referee and stomps away at Kelly.
"Serena angrily stomps Kelly Evans."
Serena runs at the ropes, jumps to the second rope and flips back.
"Serena with her own moonsault this time!"
Kelly throws her knees up, catching Serena as she lands.
Kelly rolls over and pushes herself up.
"Kelly Evans waiting as Serena begins to move."
Serena gets to her feet, Kelly bounces off the ropes and leaps.
"Diving Lariat! Kelly Evans put all of her body weight into that!"
Evans covers Serena for the pin.
"SOME HOW! KICK OUT AT TWO@!~"
Kelly can't believe it as she hits the mat in anger. 'Simon Says' by Drain STH begins hits the sound system.
"What's this? The DWF Tag Team Champions, Team Danger, are on their way out!"
Team Danger comes from the back and heads down the ramp. Inside the ring, Kelly yanks Serena to her feet.
"Serena is whipped into the ropes, on the return, she leaps and catches Kelly Evans with a surprise clothesline!"
Serena quickie scrambles to cover Evans, who kicks out at one.
"Not even close, as Kelly Evans has been on the offensive for the majority of this match."
Tyrone Walker climbs to the apron, causing the referee to run over and yell for him to get away from the ring. Stephen Greer slides in behind Serena, turns her to face him and quickly kicks her in the gut.
"Big DDT by The King of Pain."
As Greer rolls out, Walker throws his hands up and jumps to the floor. The referee turns his attention back in time to see Evans pin Serena.
"Kelly Evans picks up her debut win thanks to Team Danger."
We get a recap of some of the action as Kelly's music plays. When we return live we see Evans and Danger backing up the ramp together. The camera then pans to the ring to see Serena sitting, in awe of what just happened.
We fade into…
Cracked limbs and broken bones; even following the cuts that align his tattered body you can’t begin to understand the path he had taken and nearly died on a mere week ago. He had opened his eyes a few hours ago, although his body was fatigued and worn out, his mind traveled with energetic thoughts freely. The blood in his veins pumped as quick as his heart did on that faith full night, perhaps it was the metallic shards stuck into his body that made him feel unbreakable—or maybe he thought that much about himself. It isn’t worth a hazard of a guess.
A nurse walked into his hospital room. It was neat, and tidy—fancy only because he was air lifted from the plaza still unknown to the rest of the world whom shield their attention spans and self worth under a rock. She held a note pad under her arm; he couldn’t see what was written on it, but he could already read the bad news written on his face. And so he picked up a cross word puzzle; and a little something special with it, and held it in-front of his face. The nurse stopped in her tracks, rightfully so.
‘’Lester?’’ The nurse called softly; Lester Only wasn’t kind enough to offer up the reply. ‘’Lester; what are you drawing?’’ The nurse tests further.
‘’My name is Level-One’’ he replied, his tone stone cold. He didn’t know Lester Only; he put him away years ago. ‘’As for your question, I’m drawing up my future’’ he says, flipping over a blank page to a twelve paged booklet.
The nurse looked at her patient helplessly, her black eyes bold to the news on her note-pad in which she had already memorized to deliver and so she placed it beside her on Level-One’s hospital bed. The nurse sat beside his leg, he didn’t move; he merely brought the pen to the page placed in-front of his face, and his sloppy hand writing continued to what he sought out as poetry.
‘’Lester, I have some bad news’’ The nurse announces; he was more aggravated that she had forgotten the name bit already. ‘’It appears that after your professional match with Joel Bryant, you have sustained multiple injuries to your right, and abdomen. While not career threatening, we do recommend you take at six months to recover’’
He scoffed off the comment, not even looking at her. ‘’I feel like I’ll be good in two weeks. I’m not your average tea and biscuit competitor, so I’m afraid I’ll have to skip out on the advice’’ he says before flipping the page in his booklet.
‘’Lester, if you re-aggravate this injury it will be career threatening’’ The nurse pleads; but she can’t keep him away from any of it.
‘’You have a very promising career ahead of you…’’ she continued.
He focuses on the contract which reads ‘’DREAM WRESTLING SIX- WEEK TOUR’’ the owners name had already been engraved on the dotted line…
‘’Just think about it; okay?’’
His hand travels alongside the sheet; but he stops.
‘’Okay’’ he says, lowering the sheet long enough to give the nurse the satisfaction that he gave in to her recommendations. She leaves, and he lifts the contract up again. Sloppy hand writing and all; his name stares back at him, and he can’t help but feel he made the best decision of his life.
We fade into commercial break.
"Love Man" by Otis Redding begins to play over the loud speakers. This could only mean one thing. It was time for Rich Mahogany to make his presense felt on DWF Sunday Night Slaughter.
Already standing in the ring was Steve Lane. He was much shorter than the referee and didn't look all that imposing at 5'6 155 lbs. Outside of Dream, most people probably didn't know he was a wrestler. Steve Lane's tag team partner Paul Owens stood outside the ring with the final approval of the referee.
The bell sounded and the match began.
Mr. Kind of a Big Deal; Dick for Long; The Sand in Your Vagina; The Austin Asshole, and the baby boy of Lexxxie Swallows, Rich Mahogany provided the early offense. He utilized what seemed to be every old-school heel tactic in the book to gain and maintain an advantage.
I'd tell you what Steve Lane did to counter but it wasn't much. Paul Owens even tried to interfer but was met with a dastardly Kick to the Junk outside the ring. Why was that capitalized? Get Kicked in the Junk by Rich Mahogany and you'll know why.
Is it time to finish the match? No. Not yet.
For a man known as a chicken shit heel, his first real opportunity to dominate a contest gave Rich Mahogany a chance to showcase his skills in front of a televised audience. Well, at least wrestling skills. We saw the finger stomp, the toe stomp, the face stomp, the top of the head stomp, and even a crotch stomp. "Rugged" Ronnie Garvin eat your heart out. This was a Garvin stomp, Rich Mahogany style.
Springboard bitch slap. Steve Lane cried. His momma cried too. Then there was the stomp puller Mahogany likes to call the Sex Panther. It looked kind of weird and creepy but hey the guy does have the hairest chest and goofiest mustache of the entire DWF roster and probably the whole wrestling world. What do you expect?
Finally, the fans were restless. It was time for the finisher. Wait? The Crotch Rocket? Yep, Steve Lane found himself cross-legged in a cradle piledriver. That has to be the set up for something really, really nasty.
The Sex-Plex baby! THE SEX PLEX!
That's one sexy bridging Fisherman's Suplex, for a pin.
[Just before buttsecks]
[With a female]
Horny Women Everywhere.
The camera changes to the announcer's table to show Jason Whiteside sitting with his headset on.
"The Path to Glory is coming together nicely fans as earlier this week we signed three exciting wrestlers for the upcoming tour."
He uses his hands as he talks.
"The Path to Glory begins on June 21st and will go all the way up to July 26th at a Super Show entitled 'Glory'. We will have all of your favorite DWF regulars on board as well as bring in your favorite independent stars from all over the globe to compete."
He flips through some papers.
"So far, independently we have the following three men joining us for this six week tour. Representing Hostility Wrestling Federation
, 'The Mike Effect' Michael Polowy. From Action Packed Wrestling
, we have Level-One. Antonio Lopez joins us as a free agent."
He sits the papers down and begins talk with his hands again.
"Either way it goes, the next two months will be an exciting time for Dream Wrestling folks as we continue to bring to you each and every Sunday right here on DTN, Sunday Night Slaughter.!"
Bell: Ding! Ding! Ding!
After a brief commercial break Caroline Kelly, Trailer Park Tramp, Trisha T, and Miss USA are seen in the ring.
"It's time for our Fatal Fourway match for the DWF Women's Title. The referee has ordered the Trailer Park Tramp and Trisha T to step out of the ring, directing them to opposite corners."
Caroline Kelly and Miss USA face off. After a collar and elbow tie up, Caroline Kelly rakes the eyes of the patriotic flag waving superstar.
"Those long nails may have permanently blinded the Women's Champion!"
Caroline Kelly follows up with a series of vicious body punches, ear slaps, and rib kicks. It's as if Miss USA is so overwhelmed by the barrage she refuses to fight back.
"I don't know what's going on with Miss USA in the early stages of this match but she's acting completely defenseless. This is not like her at all. It's like her heart is not in this."
Caroline Kelly tags in Trisha T, shouting instructions for Trisha to stomp Miss USA down. Again, Miss USA barely seems to want to put her hands up to defend herself. Trisha T begins to yank Miss USA by her hair, spinning her and tossing her into the Trailer Park Tramp's corner. Trailer Park Tramp stomps Miss USA on the top of the head just before tagging herself in by slapping Miss USA across the back.
"This could be interesting. We have Trisha T and the Trailer Park Tramp about to go at it now. Remember, whoever scores the pin fall or gets a submission becomes the Women's champion. The current champion doesn't even have to be in the ring and could still lose the title."
Trisha T and TPT exchange arm drags. First it is Trisha T arm dragged down but she quickly pops up to sling TPT across the mat by her arm to return the favor.
"The pace has certainly quickened here."
Both female competitors in the ring run the ropes. Trisha T misses a clothesline. TPT ducks under only to come off the opposite ropes ending up in a double clothesline. Trisha T and TPT lay flat on the mat for a moment.
"Hold on now! What's this?"
Miss USA is clobbered with the time keeper's bell outside of the ring by Caroline Kelly. Moments later, blood can be seen pouring from the dented skull of the woman also once called Lady Liberty.
"Miss USA is going to need medical attention. Now what? Get down from there you crazy whore!"
Caroline Kelly hopped up on the announcer's table to execute a flipping elbow drop into Miss USA's exposed sternum. The blow went right into the heart of the downed Flex Express. Caroline Kelly had a wild look in her eyes as she looked at the crowd.
"What are you doing? No! No! No!"
Caroline Kelly snatched a semi-conscious Miss USA by her red, white, and blue pony tail. Caroline put her on top of the table while setting her up in a piledriver position.
"Caroline Kelly is about to use the announcer's table to break Miss USA's neck with that pile driver! There's already blood everywhere! Not on my table!"
Both women were motionless for a moment that seemed like decades. Caroline Kelly clutched the back of her right thigh in pain after the impact of the landing. The table underneath them was destroyed. The crowd and the television audience could see a sick and twisted smile on Caroline Kelly's face. The damage she had wanted to do for weeks had finally been done. Miss USA laid motionless amongst the rubble.
Meanwhile, back inside the ring, Trisha T and the Trailer Park Tramp made their way back to their feet before a ten count was administered. This begs to ask the question what would have happened if they were both counted out in this Fatal Four way match? Caroline Kelly jumped back on the apron demanding a tag from someone, anyone. Trailer Park Tramp flipped Caroline the bird. This was Trailer Park Tramp's chance to become the new DWF Women's champion and she wasn't giving it up by tagging out for even a breather.
"If Caroline Kelly can not find a way to be tagged into the match this comes down to Trisha T and the Trailer Park Tramp one on one. EMTS have arrived on the scene to attend to Miss USA. What a tragic ending for her short lived title reign and maybe even DWF career."
Trisha T tried a school girl roll up on the Trailer Park Tramp. The move only resulted in a 2 count. The crowd was nervous. Trailer Park Tramp enraged began to stomp down Trisha T in the corner. TPT continuously stared down Caroline Kelly as she put boots to bouncing boobs.
"Caroline Kelly has had enough and is getting into the ring! She wants this Women's championship! She can taste it!"
Caroline Kelly and TPT began brawling and pulling at one anothers hair. The referee was stuck in between them unable to escape the whirlwind between the two nasty hellcats. The referee finally gained control and insisted Caroline Kelly to get out of the ring since she was not the legal participant tagged in.
Trisha T on the other hand was back up. She turned around unable to believe her own eyes.
"How in the world?"
Trisha T stretched her arm out approaching the corner as if to say, "How can you be here?" Trisha T's hand was tagged. The crowd didn't even know what was going on.
While all of this was happening Caroline Kelly nailed the Trailer Park Tramp with a low blow. The referee forcibly took matters into his own hands to get Caroline to stay out of the ring.
"Miss USA is perched up on the top rope! How is this possible? There's not even a scratch on her? Maybe she does have super powers?"
Miss USA hit the Patriot Missile.
The referee counted.
The crowd counted aloud along with the official.
"By some unexplained miracle Miss USA has retained her DWF Women's Championship. Something just isn't adding up here?"
After Miss USA's Born in the USA music hit during a short celebration, Caroline Kelly was seen wielding a steel chair as she cracked the referee in the skull in frustration. Caroline demanded a microphone in disgust.
"I can't believe you !@#!?! idiots! That's not Miss USA who made the pin fall! You all saw what I did to her! There's just no way! Who the hell are you?"
The accused impostor of Miss USA turned and walked away, grabbing the DWF Women's Championship as she left.
Caroline Kelly was fuming.
"I'll have your mask bitch! I'll have your mask!"
The camera shows a huge piece of land and the words 'Orlando, Florida' on the bottom of the screen. Some construction crew items are set up and a billboard stands which reads 'Future home of The Slaughterhouse.' We have a voice over as the camera pans the scene.
"The Slaughter House. Destined to be the finest sports entertainment complex in professional wrestling today."
We get a few sketches of what it should look like.
"Coming in 2010."
The scene fades out.
As "Grounds For Divorce" by Elbow comes crashing through the arena's sound system, the mysterious form that is Lupin Cy comes speeding down the ramp from the backstage area. Just as Cy begins a head-first slide into the ring, green fireworks launch from the top of all four turnbuckles. Lupin wildly keeps the energy going for the crowd by spinning in circles, pointing out to the masses as he does so. After ascending one of the turnbuckles to deliver a single fist salute to the crowd, Cy steps back down to the mat and shakes out a few stretches and rope pulls.As the bell sounds, both men lock up.
The arena lights cut out, bringing the arena to life. Strobe lights and the Train Whistle sound of a soft, robust harmonica starts "The Wizard" by Black Sabbath. Fans jump, children scream, and women feint to see the devilish Pierce is coming. The DreamTron shows one word on the screen, flashing over and over.
Fans scream and begin chanting in unison with the flashing text.
PIERCE! PIERCE! PIERCE!
On cue, the black curtain jerks open to a thunderous reception. Pierce steps out in full ring attire, eyes scanning the crowd, and waits for the third and final long, harmonica riff to near its' end. Suddenly, the arena goes off when the guitar riff comes in.
So does Pierce. Stomping the steel floor beneath him, he raises his head and taped-fists to the crowd; bringing the arena lights back to full blast at his signal, almost. A brief display of walkway pyrotechnics shoot off before Pierce takes off running down the ramp, and jumps through the bottom and second ropes. He rolls gracefully into the middle of the ring and locks his torturous gaze on fans nearby as he stands slowly. An abnormal smile stretches over Pierce's face, ear to ear.
"Lupin Cy with multiple knee strikes, takes control."
Cy grabs the back of Pierce's head directing him to the turnbuckle. He slams Pierce's head into the top. As he lets go, Pierce stumbles back.
"Lupin past Pierce, off the ropes, he leaps. Shoulder block, taking Pierce to the canvas."
Lupin leaps to his feet, runs at the ropes, jumps to the second.
"Moonsault into a pin."
The referee begins his count, then sounds the bell.
"What? it's over already! Lupin Cy has made short work of Pierce to pull of a devastating victory."
Lupin looks surprised as the referee holds his arm up then drops to check on pierce, who is holding his shoulder.
"I think Pierce may have landed wrong, the referee is checking on him now."
Lupin, still looking confused, exits the ring as we get a replay of the shoulder block. In slow motion you can see Pierce land hard the wrong way on his shoulder.
"The referee is helping Pierce to his feet, he looks to be alright."
The referee helps Pierce to the back as we see a few more replays from different angles of the wrong landing of the shoulder block.
'Simon Says' by Drain STH begins to play.
"Well, this should be interesting fans. As you know, Tyrone Walker of the Tag Team Champions Team Danger, won the seventeen man Mini Dream Rumble last week for a future DWF World Championship Title shot."
Team Danger come from the back and begin to the ring.
"As a team, the champions decided on a best of three Rock, Paper, Scissors match to determine which one would get the shot next week on Slaughter. We still don't know if they will be facing the current champion, Dark, or a newly crowned Eric Payne."
Team Danger enter the ring as their music continues to play.
"The referee is explaining the rules to Tyrone Walker and Stephen Greer. it will be best of three with classic Rock, Paper, Scissor rules."
The music fades out and the bell sounds.
"They stand back and place their hands in the prep position."
The referee raises his arm and drops it. Both men do the three hand pound into a choice.
"Both choose rock."
They reset and the referee raises his arm before dropping it again.
"Now we have two sets of paper. The tension is high."
The referee's hand goes up and they get ready. As he drops it, they pound the three.
"Tyrone Walker with rock which smashes Stephen's scissors!"
The fans pop. Tyrone smirks and does a 'parade wave' to them before setting up again.
"Tyrone is one right choice away from victory."
The referee drops his hand and they pound for three.
"Two more rocks."
Stephen wipes some sweat from his forehead before getting ready again. The referee drops his hand.
"Double dose of paper. It's like these guys are so good of a team they think alike even in this game."
The referee drops his hand.
"Stephen Greer's paper covers Tyrone Walker's rock!"
Greer jumps with excitement as Tyrone doesn't look impressed.
"It's anyone's game now. Who will go on to compete for the World Championship?"
The men set up and the referee drops his hand.
"Both with scissors."
They get ready once again. The hand drops.
"Two times the paper."
Both men obviously getting nervous as they get ready again. the referee's hand drops once more.
"Now both have paper again. The fans are patiently awaiting one of these men to mess up and one to win."
The referee's hand drops again, maybe for the last time?
"They both went for paper again!"
The referee checks on them. Both members of Team Danger take a moment, stretch their arms, and then get ready again. The referee raises his arm up then drops it. Team Danger does the fist pound.
"WE HAVE A WINNER!"
The King of Pain, Stephen Greer, holds his hand up high.
"Stephen Greer will be facing the DWF World Champion on the final Slaughter before we kick off the Path to Glory tour!"
Team Danger high fives before exiting the ring to their music as we go into a commercial break.
The fans in the arena are rabid, ready for what could go down as one of the most historic world title matches in Dream history. The lights begin to dim, however, instead of the ominous, Criss Angel-esque candlelight and brain-draining Korn anthem that usually forebodes Eric Payne's journey to the ring, the vibrating rock riff to Muse's "Yes Please" begins to billow over the sound system of the Allstate Arena. There is an unpleasant buzzing throughout the cheap seats as the fans in attendance contemplate what kind of new arrival they should expect, but the buzz quickly turns to a raucous mixture of cheers and boos as infamous HOSTILITY superstar, and newest Dream Wrestling tour signee, Michael Polowy steps out from behind the curtain and onto the ramp, a microphone already in hand. The arrogant smirk plastered over his face is one he is quite well known for, and it compliments the form fitting black suit and red tie ensemble covering the rest of his well muscled frame. He takes a brief look around the arena, shaking his head and letting out a small chuckle.
"Well now..." he begins, his gaze leaving the crowd and centering towards the ring. "It's fitting that you find yourselves in the Allstate Arena tonight, ladies and gentlemen... because you are officially in good hands."
There is an audible groan from the crowd in attendance, as the sting of the almost nauseating pun sets in. Polowy seems pleased at his own joke, even if the rest of the audience isn't quite amused. He clears his throat before continuing.
"That being said, I'd like to take this opportunity to welcome myself to Dream Wrestling with open arms. I have been giving myself such a warm reception all day, and I really have to say that everyone must be very excited to have an athlete of my caliber and reputation in their midst. You fans in attendance, the... tens... watching at home. And especially the other 'wrestlers' sitting in the back right now, watching me on the monitors. This must be a pretty big deal for you guys, having an established star like me amongst you. Especially coming from a company like HOSTILITY..."
The fans are no longer groaning, or if they are, an inkling of it cannot even be heard over the chorus of boos echoing across the arena. A distinct "GO HOME GO HOME" chant can be heard beginning near the back of the auditorium.
"See, this is what I'm talking about. This 'Dream Wrestling' locale... it's lowbrow. Bush league. Amateur talent. Amateur production values. And most of all, amateur fans. I don't wanna hear your pandering and your booing, because you know damn well that the sales on MPlow merchandise tonight alone is going to triple whatever Dork and Eric Painful have been pulling in since this place opened it's doors back up. I know you're all looking forward to your little world title match tonight and all, and I'm sure that it's going to be epic and historic in an autistic, amusing sort of way... so I won't take up too much more of my own very valuable time. Before I leave, though, I'd just like to issue a little challenge... call it a friendly wager. I will put up FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS of my own hard earned money to any Dream wannabe who thinks he has the muscle to take on a real superstar... a HOSTILITY superstar. If, of course, he can win. I know that seems like a lot of money to people like you, but I assure you, there isn't a single guy in the back who will survive long enough to spend it all in one place. Enjoy your main event, cats and kittens... and thanks again for the... HOSTILE... welcome."
He throws out a wink, taking in the wave of boos and jeers from the crowd like he was breathing it in through a steam bath. After soaking it all in for a moment, he takes a little half bow and turns around, heading back out through the curtain as the main event is set to begin.
As we return, 'Binge and Purge' by Clutch starts to play. Dark steps out from the back and the fans pop. He takes a drag from his cigarette then tosses it down and steps on it before heading to the ring.
"The champion is ready to defend his title here, in the main event!"
The lights flicker three times and on the third flick they completely go out. Small candles light the edges of the ring ramp, as the opening chords of 'Falling Away From Me' by Korn begins. Just as the song gets louder extremely loud pyros go off like crazy on the stage area. Eric walks out from the back dragging his feet and walking ever so slowly. With each candle he passes it flickers out, all the way to the last one. He stops a the last one and raises his fist triggering the last two candles to shot two flames into the air. He slides under the bottom rope and is on his finger tips and toes. He slowly crawls as if stalking a prey, before getting to his feet and leaning against the corner.
"Eric Payne has went through hell during the last month to get back to this point, can he pull off a victory and put an end to Dark's title reign?"
The bell sounds and neither man moves.
"We get a deep stare down, not a single movement."
Dark flips Payne off. Eric then runs at him. Dark sidesteps Payne, fluently wrapping him into a sleep hold.
"Payne to one knee as Dark applies pressure. If he can put Eric Payne out this early, he can go home still champion."
Eric Payne struggles a bit, only causing Dark to apply more pressure to the hold. Payne stops fighting, and begins reaching for the ropes.
"Dark has Payne too far from the ropes to break the hold. He may very well already have this match won."
Payne begins trying to reach above his head, attempting to do anything to break the sleeper.
"Eric Payne is almost out!"
Payne finds Dark's face, but Dark bites his fingers.
"The pain shooting through Eric Payne's hand is enough to bring him to."
Eric is able to overpower Dark enough to push himself up. He elbows Dark in the ribs, causing him to release his hold.
"Short arm clothesline sends Dark to the mat."
Both men quickly get to their feet.
This time when they get up, Dark ducks the clothesline attempt. He quickly turns with a sharp kick to the back of Eric Payne's knee, causing it to buckle.
"Payne to one knee. Dark off the ropes, goes for a bull dog."
Eric moves quickly, catching Dark into a fireman's carry, over to a slam. As he gets to his feet, he limps over to the corner, propping himself on the turnbuckle.
"Dark to his feet, he rushes the injured Payne.
Payne moves, causing Dark to slam into the corner post at full speed.
"He may have just injured his shoulder as he hit the post."
Dark stumbles back, but Payne with force drives his head into the top turnbuckle. The fans begin counting as he continues to slam Dark's head into it.
"Ten consecutive meets of Dark's head and that top turnbuckle."
Payne lets Dark go. As Dark tries to keep his footing, Eric Payne hits a beautiful belly to back suplex.
"Nicely done by the challenger."
Eric Payne makes his way to his feet. He pulls Dark to his feet, placing Dark's head between his arm.
"Payne lifts Dark to his shoulders and slams him down. Big power bomb by Eric Payne."
Dark's body lays in a heap, not moving. Payne uses the ropes to pull himself up.
"Eric Payne has turned the tables in this match, but can he keep the momentum?"
As Payne begins to pull Dark to his feet, Dark puts a big right hand into his 'jewels'. Payne bends over in pain, allowing Dark to grab his head and use his own to crack Payne's jaw.
"Eric to the mat in a lot of pain."
Blood can be seen coming from Payne's mouth.
"He may have bit his tongue, or broke a tooth out. Either way there is blood from the mouth of Eric Payne."
Dark holds onto the ropes, and shakes off his moment of being on the other end. He see's Payne's blood, and he likes it.
"Dark with heavy stomps to the head of Eric Payne. The cancer of the DWF now bends down and slaps Payne."
Dark grabs Eric's head and pulls him to his feet.
"Irish whip by Dark, NO, it's reversed! Dark off the ropes, big boot by Eric Payne!"
Dark hits the mat hard. Payne lifts him up, then scoops Dark.
"Payne runs, power slam!"
The fans get on their feet as it is anyone's match.
"Payne off of the ropes, he leaps up, big leg drop."
Eric Payne quickly covers Dark, but is denied at two.
"Eric managed to get a count of two before the kick out. With an opponent like Dark, you need to always hook the leg."
As Payne gets to his feet, he pulls Dark up with him.
"Payne lifts Dark high into the air, setting up a vertical suplex."
Before Payne can fall back, Dark maneuvers to fall and land behind him.
"Reverse DDT by Dark!"
Dark floats over to a cover.
"Kick out by Eric Payne!"
The fans are into the match, cheering, yelling, and banging chairs.
"There is likely to be a riot if we keep getting these near falls!"
Both men find their ways to their feet.
"We're back at square one as Dark and Payne stare at each other. What a match this has been!"
Dark and Payne rush each other, Dark ducks a clothesline. Both men off the ropes. As they return, Eric leaps.
"Shoulder block, taking Dark down!"
Both men pop to their feet, but half way up, Eric goes for the Eric Cutter.
Payne covers Dark and the referee begins his count. The fans count with him until the bell sounds.
"WE HAVE A NEW DWF WORLD CHAMPION!!! ERIC PAYNE HAS BECOME TO DWF WORLD CHAMPION!"
The referee helps Payne up then holds his arm high in the air. The title is handed to them through the ropes, and the referee hands it to Payne who hugs it before thrusting it in the air.
"Eric Payne has just been paid for all of his hard work, the various matches and pain he has had to endure. Now, can he make it through next week's defense against Stephen Greer and go into Path of Glory as champion, or will he reign be short lived?"
The camera zooms in on him, obviously happy.
The camera zooms in on Pierce outside the ring who can't believe it before heading over to Jason Whiteside.
"Well folks, that's all the time we have for this week! Be sure to tune in next Sunday for another exciting episode of Sunday Night Slaughter on DTN!"
The copyright information fades up before the show ends.