The Final Chapter

PIW Massacre
Nov. 23, 2002

Suddenly Johnson looked over to his left, and his eyes widened in fear. He heard the fans blow up in cheers, and that was never a good thing for Johnson. He looked over to his right, and his eyes widened in fear yet again. The fans were going wild, as suddenly, figures were pouring towards the guard rail in a pack. The cameras zoomed in to catch what was going on, when suddenly two figures leaped over the top rope. Johnson's eyes widened in fear as he backed up and began denying what he had just saw. KroW and Nathan Daniels had made their way to ringside. The fans were electric as KroW and Daniels charged the ring. Sylo quickly turned around, and went to charge at both men with a double clothesline. KroW quickly pushed Daniels down, to avoid injuring Daniels further, and knocked KroW down with a clothesline.

Sylo grunted in anger and dared KroW to get back up. KroW quickly did and actually kicked up to his feet and began yelling, "IS THAT ALL YOU GOT?!". Sylo roared out in anger and charged again, but KroW was quick to duck the shot, grab Sylo from behind and send him crashing into the mat with a HUGE Release German Suplex, aka the Prelude! The fans jumped to their feet as Sylo was down and out. Suddenly, Joey Starr was crawling to his feet, but was quickly met by a spike piledriver, courtesy of Nathan Daniels! The fans were blowing up in cheers, as suddenly more figures began to hop over the guard rail.

Ray Chavez.

Chris Mezz.

Team EGO.

The Royal Foundation.

Bobby Minio.

Hank Harold.

Iceman.

Mo Ron.

Cell.

Wippit Guud.

They all poured into the ring with determination in their eyes. Quickly Sylo was thrown clear over the top rope by KroW, as Starr rolled out of the ring to safety. Team Johnson was cleared from the ring, as the men on strike stood proudly inside the ring. Jim Johnson's eyes were wide with terror and rage, as he quickly called over an attendant and asked for a microphone. He watched as Sylo began to get to his feet and was quickly restrained by security, not to further injure the World Champion. Sylo was grunting like a wild man, as he was pushed back where Johnson was standing.

"That's it!", Johnson yelled out, "I warned you ALL to get back to work! But since you decided not to come back, and instead, FUCK UP MY SHOW!!!! You'll get something you deserve...some hard time!", suddenly a group of police officers stepped foot onto the stage. Johnson smiled and pointed to the ring, "You see, since you aren't working, you are trepassing a private property...MY property. And not only that, you are causing harm to other's around, and THAT is assault and battery my friends. PIW covers for that, but since you aren't working right now...you're on your own...get em boys!"

But as the police officers began to step forward...

"Hold on one moment Johnson"

KroW had spoken.

"You wish to arrest us? That is your solution?", asked a very perplexed KroW, "Well, you could do that Johnson. But if you do that, their is absolutely no chance in getting us back. You see, we didn't come out here to just ruin your show...we came out here to present our demands..."

Suddenly, Johnson called the officers back...

"And if each and everyone of these demands is met", KroW said with a grin, "We will all be on the active roster starting next week"

And the fans literally blew up, as they would be able to see each and every member of the roster back in full action starting the following week. No more watching the same wrestlers wrestling each and every week, no more botched Main Events, it would return to what it was...pure insanity on television. That is what Massacre was all about, and that is what Jim Johnson missed. He stared angrily at KroW and his followers and just shook his head in anger.

"Why the hell should I...", began Johnson, but he was suddenly cut off by the bellows of Sylo, who screamed out "Hear their f**king demands Johnson!". Johnson just sneered at Sylo, but took his word, as he shrugged off, "Fine! I'll hear each and every demand KroW...just spill it out already!"

And with that, KroW let out a faint grin as he handed the microphone to the first man to speak...Hank Harold. Little fan reaction came from the crowd, as they all remembered Hank Harold defeating Hullu Lentaa back at Unforeseen Consequences, and nearly ending the Anti-American's career...any person had to respect that. But lately, the fans haven't seen Harold in quite sometime, and wondered what his demand would be. Hank Harold seemed a bit down, as he looked at the canvas and thought over what he was going to say. He slowly lifted his head and looked at Johnson and Sylo, and spoke his demand.

"Everyone knows, that as of late, I haven't been the most active wrestler on the roster", began Hank Harold, "Well, that's because I've been thinking over this career of mine, and frankly...I've done all I can do. I came here to shut Hullu's mouth, and I did just that", he stuttered a bit, "But I"m done with wrestling. I don't have that drive to be a wrestler anymore", he said with a frown upon his face, "But I love this company, and thus, my demand is this. I want a guarenteed job in PIW Johnson, and if I can't be a wrestler...I'd like to be head of Security...I don't think that's to much to ask...", he stated.

Johnson just thought it over, and it didn't seem too bad of a demand. It seemed things weren't going to be that bad, as he stepped forward and presented his free arm out to Hank Harold. Johnson just looked appauled, "Well, I could've told ya' your career as a wrestler sucked...and I was thinking of releasing you anyway", he said with a snicker, as Harold just grunted, "But I need someone with your size to be on security staff...so my answer to THAT demand...is yes"

Harold smiled and nodded, as he handed the microphone over to the next duo who would make their demands. Johnson just slapped his forehead, as Iceman and Mo Ron took the microphone, and smiled at the fans. The fans marked out for the duo, as Mo Ron quickly stepped up, and hunched shoulders, acting very tough in front of the camera.

"Listen Johnson!", yelled out Mo Ron, attempting to be intimidading, "I'm sick and tired of something in PIW, something that's been bothering me for a long time. But tonight I demand that something be fixed! Those damn vending machines are too much money! I want vending machines that'll be CHEAPER!!", he said as he jumped up and down in anger. Johnson held back his laughter as he looked up..

"Sure Mo Ron...sure...you got it", he said with a bit of humour in his voice.

"Wait", suddenly Iceman took the microphone, with a big sulk on his face, "Mister Johnson, all I want is Blast as my partner again...can you do that?"

Johnson just rubbed his chin, these demands seemed really weak. I mean, it was impossible to MAKE someone team up with another, but with the mentality Iceman possessed, Johnson could only smile and agree to the demand, "Sure Iceman, not a problem, you got it", and immediately Iceman's eyes lit up in joy...as Johnson could only grin at his utter stupidity.

The microphone was than handed over to Cell. The fans cheered for the returning veteran who joined the walk out later on. He looked out at the fans and just smiled and waved at them all with a great appreciation in his heart. He couldn't help but do something he always wanted to do, "Damn, it's great to be back in ERIE, PENNSLYVANIA!", the cheap pop. Cell just grinned as the fans erupted for the veteran of PIW, "Now, my demand is pretty damn simple...for weeks I've had a bit of a problem with one of your new recruits...Jeff Garvin", the fans immediately jeered at the sound of the name, "So thus, I ask I get a rematch with Garvin. But not just any match, I want a match at Countdown to Insanity with Garvin...a SUBMISSION match! I wanna hear that sorry bastard tap his heart out and cry for mercy...sign it, and I'm back on your roster"

Johnson didn't really take kindly to Garvin anyway, for missing the match for Midnight Cowboy and producing nothing near a Main Event status match, and thus just nodded his head, "Sure Cell, you got it...Garvin versus Cell in a Submission Match at Countdown to Insanity!", the fans gave a huge pop for the first contest announced for Countdown to Insanity. Johnson just crossed his arms and proclaimed, "This isn't bad at all, I don't know why you people didn't come to me sooner...next!", he said with an egotistical grin.

KroW couldn't help but grin back as he grabbed the microphone and handed it over to Ray Chavez. The fans cheered as Chavez quickly grabbed the microphone and leaned up against the ropes with a bit of suave in his style. Ray Chavez lowered his sunglasses and starred into Johnson's eyes. Johnson immediately saw it was Chavez's turn and muttered out, "shit". Chavez just stared into Johnson's eyes and spoke, "We all know what I've been wanting since I entered this promotion...and it's no secret to anyone, so I'll be blunt. I want a clause in my contract that says I have the freedom to leave this promotion anytime I want...with no legal attacks on me. That means, if I want to quit tommorrow, I can...and you can't do a damn thing about it!"

The fans didn't seem to happy with the demand, and large mixed reaction came forth. But Johnson was completely livid and quickly answered, "FUCK THAT! NO! Chavez, that's going over the line! Go on and quit, you'll be leaving either way...", but suddenly Johnson was cut off by none other than the Satanic God, who grabbed the microphone from Ray Chavez and stared directly at Johnson.

"No, you don't understand the rules to this Johnson", stated a very serious KroW, no longer with his grin, "If you deny even ONE of these demands...we all walk out of this arena, and never return. You must meet EVERYONE's demand, or we all go to other promotions and leave you with a stale and unentertaining show...do you want that Johnson?", the fans immediately cheered for the Satanic God, as Johnson began kicking the floor wildly, as Sylo just grunted at Johnson to accept the damn term and get Chavez off his back. Johnson just sneered again as he stared at Chavez and let out.

"Fine"

Another demand was met, and Chavez was happy with it and just leaned against the turnbuckle with a smile upon his face, as he slowly handed the microphone to the next duo. The fans went wild as one half of the duo refused the microphone as he already had one in his hand...because he and his partner never left home without them. The fans cheered and began chanting that oh so entertaining name...

"EGO! EGO! EGO!"

Sean Studd and Trey Vincent smiled very widely, as they held their "EGO"phones up high to their face and looked around the arena. Studd immediately looked over at the female fans around the ringside area and grinned, as TV was staring directly at Johnson, ready to make the demands that everyone wanted to hear...but before he did, Trey Vincent just had to do something first.

"Hello everyone in Erie, Pennslyvania!", the cheap pop, stolen from Cell. TV just had to do it as well, "Are you happy to FINALLY see some entertainment on this show tonight?", again the fans jumped up in happiness as Trey just grinned at them all, "Well, tonight, it seems Jim Johnson has himself between a rock and a hard place...and he still hasn't heard OUR demands", he said with a sly grin, as Johnson just looked on in anger, "Well, I don't know about Sean...but the Sports Entertainment Icon has a very easy demand...

Trey Vincent demands, on behalf of the team of the Extremely Gorgeous Outlaws, a BEER KEG EVERY SINGLE MASSACRE ALONG WITH A HUGE PARTY...ON YOU!", Trey said with a shrug, "Sounds reasonable, doesn't it?", he said with a grin. Johnson just gritted his teeth in anger, knowing that if anyone could blow money on parties...it would be these two men. Johnson just paced a bit before looking up at the ring.

"How much money are we talking about?", Johnson asked.

"I don't think it really matters Jimmy, do you?", grinned Trey Vincent.

Johnson had no choice, as he muttered a few cusses under his breathe...

"FINE DAMMIT!"

The fans blew up, as TV raised his microphone high in the air and smiled widely. It would be a Team EGO party every week it seemed, and Johnson would have to pay for it all. The beer, the women, the food, the house, the everything...and it would cost him an arm and a leg every single week. Johnson was losing money, he didn't quite take well to that...and Team EGO's demands weren't even over...Sean Studd still had his demand.

"Well, well, well, I guess it's the Studdster's turn, eh?", Studd said with a swagger and a grin, "Well Johnson, like Trey's, mine is quite easy to provide...in fact it's something that's easy to obtain. But unfortunately, due to some...circumstances...I'd get a bad aftermath...so thus...I make the demand...

And I know SHE won't mind..

To have ONE night alone...with Jenny Jiggles"

"WHAT!?!?!?! FUCK YOU STUDD, HELL NO! THAT'S MY WIFE!", yelled out an absolutely angry and rageful Johnson, but suddenly...he saw KroW's face. He knew what KroW said before, if one demand wasn't made...they all would be gone. And although Johnson hated each and every one of them, they brought the fans, they brought the money. And Johnson muttered out words he hated to say..."You got her...FOR ONE FUCKING NIGHT STUDD, ONE!", but the fans were so loud that Studd had blocked Johnson after the Yes. Studd just smiled and gave the camera...

a *wink*

Next.

The fans cheered wildly...as Wippit Guud was next. He just smiled happily and stared into the eyes of Johnson, "Hey Jim, ever played X-Box?", Johnson just cussed out at Wippit, "Have you ever played PS2?", Johnson just grunted at Wippit, "Well, how cool would it be to play those on an INSANETRON!?!?" Johnson's eyes went wide...no fucking way.

"I WANT AN INSANETRON OF MY OWN!", more money down the drain. Johnson's eyes went wide with rage, as Wippit Guud gave Johnson a big thumbs up and a wide smile. Johnson looked to go off yet again...but again he saw the look in KroW's eyes. It would be thousands of dollars down the drain, but he had no choice...Wippit was a big fan favorite, and he needed him...

He sighed.

"It's yours"

"YAY!!", let out a very happy Wippit Guud as he quickly handed the microphone to the main man in the ring. The fans went absolutely wild as the microphone was handed to the pale hands of the Satanic God himself. Jim Johnson's eyes went wide, as did Sylo's. Sylo was pacing wildly, as the security made sure he didn't get down the rampway. Johnson tried desparately to calm down his World Champion, but Sylo just blew past Johnson and continued pacing. KroW just grunted as he stared into both of their eyes and spoke.

"And thus, the ending of this action is upon us", he stated roughly to Johnson, "This was a long time coming Johnson, and it all ends with me, the man who started this all. And you already know my demand, but in case you don't...I shall state it out in the open. At Countdown to Insanity, not only will the millions see Cell against Garvin...but they will also see the World Title on the line...as Sylo takes on...

The Satanic God...

Me."

The fans went wild! The fans covered the arena in cheers, as Johnson just stared up in the ring. But suddenly, Sylo pushed Johnson away and snatched the microphone from the owner of the Pinnacle of Insane Wrestling. Johnson fell right on his ass and began cussing at Sylo, who just looked directly into the eyes of KroW. KroW just sneered at the Super Beast, as Sylo pointed directly at KroW, title in hand, and stated the answer that all wanted to hear.

"KroW, you and I, one on one...that is FINE by me!"

The roof blew off the arena, as the match was finally signed. Johnson just hung his head low in shame, as he had given into every single demand that he had to. KroW just grinned sadistically, as did Sylo, as they both stared into one another's eyes. It was a stare of hatred and vengeance awaiting, it was a stare between two sworn enemies, that would do anything to destroy one another and rid each other of their lives. And soon that stare would become a battle amongst all other battles.

"Fine, I answered everyone of your freaking demands! You're done, now get back on my damn roster!", Johnson yelled out, disappointed in himself. But KroW just grinned as he lowered his head and stared at the floor.

"Oh, their is ONE more demand Johnson"

Johnson's eyes widened in anger.

"What the f..."

"It's simple Johnson", stated KroW, as he stared into the eyes of the owner in anger, "With this strike, we have all realized something. That while the PIW is fully under YOUR control alone, that we will always have to deal with your controversial methods of running the business. We will always face bumps in the road to our own fates as long as you hold the entire power of PIW...that is why our joint demand is this. We want a second in power...we want a commissioner to PIW...a commissioner that WE choose", KroW said with determination on his face, "And if it isn't met...we leave..."

The fans blasted in cheers, as Johnson thought he had just heard the worst with Sylo versus KroW being signed...but it seems it wasn't over. For KroW and the rest of the men had that one last one that sunk Johnson's heart to his feet. But again, he had no choice, and with hatred in his heart...

"Fine!", and the fans went wild, "But who the hell is it?"

And with that, KroW looked at all the men behind him. They all smiled sinisterly, as KroW slowly turned his face at Johnson, and grinned right at him. With rage in Johnson's eyes, and victory in KroW's...KroW answered Johnson just as he felt...

"You'll see..."

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