XXXmas Results

[Ryan Pugh]

Fat Tony: Hello boys and girls and welcome to the Hammerstein Ballroom live here in New York as PCW presents XXXmas!

Chris Styles: This place is on fire tonight and there is a damn good reason because when PCW comes to town we bring you one hell of a show and tonight is no different.

Fat Tony: Al Envy and Ophelia Pain finally go one on one, Hazard and Redrum mix it up for the first time ever and Kief and Inkt put the TV title on the map here tonight

Chris Styles: And then we have a main event that may just be able to top what we showed you last month at Tokyo Terror when Apathy joins the mix with Alexander Koresh and Johnny Stylez and anything goes in that match for the biggest prize in wrestling today, the PCW World Heavyweight Championship!

Fat Tony: So what are we waiting for? Lets send it down to the ring to get this show kicked off.....



Chris Styles: Oh here comes the boss

Fat Tony: Well I had hoped we could go a little longer without seeing him, but I guess I was wrong

Chris Styles: Why wouldn't you want to see Pugh out here? Didn't he used to be your best friend?

Fat Tony: That was a long ass time ago and before he turned his back on everything that mattered

Chris Styles: Your just bitter you fat fuck

Fat Tony: Why don't you just go do some coke or some shit

Chris Styles: Why don't you go eat another triple cheese burger fat ass

Pugh comes walking out on the stage as the crowd jeers him loudly. Pugh simply smirks and struts down the ramp and into the ring. The music fades out as Pugh puts the mic up to his lips.

Pugh: So here we are people, XXXmas! All the so called critics claimed we would never make it this far but I knew they were wrong. They all said PCW would never be able to come back and be what we once were. They said we were just going to be another ECW. Big in its time but when it came back it was shit. But I told them all we could do it, PCW was different and that is exactly what we have done each and every week since we came back just over three months ago.

Each and every week we have killed it in the ratings and murdered the PPV buys and from what I was told before I came out here tonight, XXXmas is the biggest draw yet. Week in and week out we put on the best show for each and everyone of you and that is why we are still here tonight. PCW is different and there is one reason why, there is one reason why we stand apart from each and every company that has ever come before us. That reason is.....

ME!!!!!!!!!!

The entire crowd goes crazy as they boo the owner of PCW and this just makes his smirk grow bigger

Pugh: Come on man.......Lets be fucking honest right now, I am the greatest wrestling mind the history of this business! No one can do what I do week in and week out, NO ONE! Everything you see out here every single week is a direct response of me and me alone. What all those monkeys in the back come out here and do for all of you is because it is me that tells them what to do and how to do it. In the ring and out of the ring, no one can touch me in this business. Not a damn one of you Yankee bastards could even wash my jock much less do my job!



Fat Tony: Who is this? I don't recognize this music?

Chris Styles: Who would be stupid enough to come out here and interrupt Pugh right now?

Out on the stage walks the wife of Ryan Pugh and the star of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Sarah Pugh. Ryan just throws his hands in the air in confusion and shakes his head.

Pugh: What are you doing here? Did I not tell you to just stay at the hotel?

Sarah: Yeah you did and I was going to do that but, my new position kinda makes me be here at the show.

Pugh: what the hell are you talking about? What position?

Sarah: Oh you haven't heard yet? You really should get a better assistant dear. You see a few years back when PCW closed its doors do you remember whose name was listed on all the contracts? Do you remember who was listed as the company's president?

Pugh: Whats your point?

Sarah: Well I am guessing that you are too stupid to have changed anything when you reopened this place and therefore are too stupid to know just what you are dealing with so let me lay it out for you. Its me Ryan, I am the one that signed Jen, I am the reason Apathy is int he main event tonight and its because of me that the cRu no longer has the tag titles. I am fifty percent owner of PCW dear!

Fat Tony: WHAT?

Pugh: This is bullshit, its all bullshit and you know it

Sarah: Oh is it? Would you like me to bring out my lawyer so you can hear it from him? He really is the best money can buy and he hates your guts fatty! You see the courts seem to agree with me that this place is just as much mine as it is yours and there is not a damn thing you can do about it. So we can play this thing one of two ways. You can be fair and run this place the way it should be and I can just stay out of your way

OR

You can continue to try and put your little boys over and I am going to have to keep putting you and them in place. So what is it going to be darling?

Pugh: You and I both know that you don't know jack shit about how to run a wrestling promotion and you know even less about how to deal with all of these idiots int he back. All this is, is yet another horrible acting job by you and just like everyone of your movies, it just ain't going to work sweetie!

Sarah: Well its funny you say that because it seems that I know enough about this business to have a brand new signing to PCW that will be here tonight AND I know enough to have made a call to the new Showtime liaison to New Edge Wrestling, Mr. Ryan Elias and he and I have worked out a little deal.

Pugh: What are you talking about? Stop running your little mouth and just spit it out bitch

Sarah: Well it would seem that tonight is going to be the final night of Al Envy's PCW contract and after tonight he is going back to where he belongs in New Edge Wrestling.

Chris Styles: SHE CANT DO THAT!!!

Sarah: And I am sure you are very curious of who we got in return

Fat Tony: Who could it be? Matt Slater? Adrien Specter?

Chris Styles: I hope its Aaron Abraham

Sarah: He will be making his official PCW in ring debut in that very ring next week in San Diego on Insanity and he is sure to become the sexiest man in PCW as soon as he walks in the door. Please welcome former NEW World champ and current NEW TA champ, SHANE SPARX!!!!!!!!!!



Fat Tony: WHAT?? NO FUCKING WAY!!

Chris Styles: THIS IS BULLSHIT MAN, HOW DID WE GIVE UP THE SHOW STEALER FOR THIS GUY?

Shane Sparx makes his way out onto the stage with a cocky and arrogant smile plastered across his face and throws his arm around the shoulder of Sarah Pugh as Ryan Pugh is steaming int he ring and has now thrown the mic into the crowd and is shouting obscenities at the top of his lungs. Sarah gives Ryan a little wave goodbye as Sparx throws up the deuces and they make their exit from the stage

Fat Tony: What blockbuster news and what a great way to start off XXXmas folks. Sarah Pugh is now in power as the president of PCW and the Pugh family are 50/50 owners!

Chris Styles: Yeah and if that wasn't bad enough, she just sent Al Envy off to NEW and we got fucking Shane Sparx in return. What a joke!

Fat Tony: Shane Sparx is a former World champ and the current TA champ and in my eyes, he is a HUGE pick up for PCW!

Chris Styles: Well your eyes have always been a little bloated fat boy. Never the less, I am sure Ryan will find a way to fix this whole mess but here comes EJ Reynolds so I guess it is time for our first match.....

Reynolds is on his way to the ring as Taylor Davis starts to announce him but both of them are stopped in their tracks as Reynolds rolls in the ring and as soon as he pops up he eats a giant pump kick from Pugh! Pugh is fuming mad and he forces EJ back up to his feet just to drive him back down with the Sell Out!

Fat Tony: Well it would look as if Pugh is not taking the news very well and that is bad news for EJ Reynolds

Chris Styles: What is Pugh doing now? Is EJ wearing a mask of some sort?

Fat Tony: Well he was but it looks like the mask is int he hand of Pugh now

Chris Styles: THATS HUNTER FUCKING VALENTYNE! You have got to be kidding me?

Fat Tony: So EJ Reynolds has been Hunter Valentyne this whole time?

Chris Styles: It would appear to be so, what a fucking joke

Pugh rolls out of the ring and now has a chair in his hand as Johnny Stylez comes running down the ramp with a shovel in hand. Stylez stops Pugh from using his chair as Hunter is getting to his feet.

Fat Tony: Could we be seeing a Domestik Disturbance reunion?

Stylez turns and blasts Hunter right in the grill with the shovel and sends the last remaining tooth in his mouth flying into the crowd.

Chris Styles: I would so probably not Tony

Pugh now takes the chair and wedges it around the throat of Valentyne as Johnny brings the shovel high above his head and then crashing down on Valentyne. A load cracking sound is heard as Hunter goes limp in the ring.

Fat Tony: Well I think it is safe to say that Pugh and Stylez have finally killed Hunter Valentyne.

Chris Styles: And not a moment too soon either, the smell was making me sick to be honest.

We then cut to a promo package for tonights Main Event of the evening as they clean up the remains of Hunter valentyne.

[Ryan Pugh]

After the Main Event promotional video has concluded, we return to the ring, where Miami Mike, Santino Piazza and Jen Ryette are eagerly waiting to get this opening Three Way Match underway.

Fat Tony: Since E.J ... erm, I mean, Hunter Valentyne, was unfortunately er...

Chris Styles: Unfortunately?! That was fucking brilliant! And yeah this will be a Three Way Match now so let’s get it started.

Fat Tony: Yeah, that’s what I meant to say.

The bell resounds and Mike guns for Santino with clubbing blows, Jen biding her time near the ropes. Miami whips Piazza to the ropes and floors him with a brutal swinging leg hook, Jen then entering the fray by catching Mike in the face with a Wushu Butterfly Kick. Miami goes down just as Santino makes it to his feet, Jen running at the ropes before hitting Piazza with a twirling crossbody block!

Fat Tony: That was smart of Jen to find the right opportunity to strike, but she needs to be aware that both of these men could do the same thing to her.

Jen performs a corkscrew moonsault on Santino from the canvas, but Mike is instantly there to pull Jen off him as she goes for the cover. Miami brings Jen up and tries to arm drag her, but Ryette amazingly spins around acrobatically during the move and lands on her feet, only to jump up and strike Mike across the face with an Upward Kick!

Chris Styles: Wow! Jen really knows how to counter the most basic of moves!

Fat Tony: But Miami Mike is tough as you can see. He’s already getting back to his feet after that Upward Kick, and here comes Piazza too.

Santino grabs Jen from behind and throws her over his shoulders with a German Suplex, Ryette crumbling just as Miami nails Piazza with an elbow strike and following it up with a Fireman’s Carry Neckbreaker. Mike goes for the cover...

ONE!

TWO!

Santino gets his shoulder up in time. Mike stands up and pulls Piazza up with him, utilizing his Miami Special, which staggers Santino back, before springing off the ropes and connecting with a stiff Flying Lariat! Mike looks at Santino momentarily, Jen taking advantage of the distraction by hitting a Wheel Kick straight to the back of Miami’s head, bringing him to his knees before leaving him on the canvas with a Shooting Star Senton onto his spine!

Fat Tony: All three of these competitors want to win this match, and it is showing with their moves.

Jen has Mike covered...

ONE!

TWO!

Mike presses himself up to evade being pinned successfully. Jen returns to a standing position, focusing on Miami Mike as Santino starts to recuperate behind her. Piazza rushes forward and delivers a clothesline to the back of Jen’s head, flooring her before he picks up Mike and executes a Jump Swinging DDT! Piazza goes back to Jen and drags her up, whipping her to the ropes before he launches her into the air for a back body drop. However, Jen spins around and lands on her feet, Santino turning around and being met with a Savate Kick, causing him to fall to one knee. Jen then ascends the nearest turnbuckle and jumps off towards Piazza, damaging him further with a Diving Double Axe Handle which she calls the Double Dip! But before she can cover Santino, Mike is already up to his feet, grabbing Jen’s arm and pulling her into a Fisherman Buster, following this up with a Standing Moonsault and then, when Jen starts to retaliate as she fights to her feet, drills her down with a Reverse Twist of Fate!

Chris Styles: Miami Mike is building momentum! He could win this match if he stays focused!

Whilst Mike ascends the top rope, Santino gets back to his feet, going over to Jen and delivering a Body Slam. But this only causes Mike to change his point of contact, flying off towards Piazza and turning his aerial assault into a falling Diamond Cutter!

Fat Tony: Damn what a move!

Jen, however, is far from done, getting back to her feet and rushing at Miami Mike with an enziguri! Ryette then waits for Mike to get to his knees before she jumps onto the nearby ropes, taking him down with the Poptart! Jen seems to be close to victory, looking at Miami Mike as she prepares for the Taste of Ambrosia! Unfortunately Santino is back up, punching Jen in the spine before he twists her around into a Jackhammer! Piazza growls as he hooks the leg on Jen...

ONE!

TWO!

Jen only just kicks out!

Fat Tony: Jen kicked out of the Jackhammer! That would have been surprising if Santino won, sneaking in the backdoor like that!

Chris Styles: That’s the name of the game, Tony! Get them when they’re vulnerable!

Piazza brings Jen up and whips her to the ropes, but this is a bad idea because Jen counters with the Lollipop Twirl, flooring Santino in an instant! Mike, after getting slightly refreshed, then charges at Jen and floors her with a Superkick, looking at Santino on the canvas before he picks him up and drives him down with THE PLAYER HATER! Mike then goes for the cover as Jen starts to move towards them, having not taken the full impact of the kick...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

Jen couldn’t reach them and break it up in time, but she does start to stand as Mike celebrates, taking her frustrations out on Santino by landing on him with the TASTE OF AMBROSIA! Mike leaves the ring after having his hand raised in victory, Jen appearing sad after losing this contest.

Taylor Davis: Here is your winner, MIAMI MIKE!

[Ryan Pugh]

Mike is celebrating in the ring when....



Fat Tony: That's Jake Youngblood! Jake Youngblood is back in PCW!!!

Chris Styles: Oh I am sorry, I didn't even know he was gone and if he gets in the face of the Miami one he will not be back for long!

Youngblood runs down the ramp and slides into the ring to a good solid response from he crowd. Youngblood is right in the face of Mike and Mike doesn't look impressed.

Youngblood: So it would seem like you have made quite the name for yourself while I have been away Mike

Mike: I am sorry, who are you again skippy?

Youngblood: I am the fastest rising star in PCW, I am Jake Youngblood and I am back baby!

Mike: Right, good luck with all of that, but you see right now you are on Miami time and you may claim to be rising to something but the Miami one himself has already gotten there and right now, just so you know, Miami Mike is trending world wide (echo) wide.....wide.....wide!

Youngblood: Mike you are soft bro, you are way past your prime and you just don't have what it takes to keep up with someone as young and talented as me.

Mike: Look junior, I can wrestle circles around you and you need to watch how you talk to the most Miami star in the history of this business BOY! You are looking at either the next Southern....no scratch that, MIAMI CHAMPION or the next TV champion and either way I go, you can bet your ass it will be truly Miami! Now why don't you get out of my way before something bad happens to you.

Just then Youngblood drills the mic into the head of Miami Mike and rocks him back. Jake hits a few right hands and then sends Mike into the ropes. But Mike catches himself on the ropes and slips out of the ring and starts up the ramp. Youngblood smiles in the ring and then nods to Mike and says "Anytime old man"

Fat Tony: Jake Youngblood is back and it would seem that he is gunning for Mike

Chris Styles: That was so NOT Miami man. Mike just had a grueling match and then this punk kid comes out of nowhere and attacks him. Very UN Miami indeed Tony.

[Ryan Pugh]

Chris Styles: So what's next Tony?

Fat Tony: Up next is the grudge match between two men who have developed quite the rivalry during the past few weeks Augustus D Agousta takes on one half of The PCW Tag Team Champions The Cool Rifle Tommy Kain!!!

Chris Styles: I just want to go on record and say that I truly admire that Augustus D Agousta!

Fat Tony: Oh Lord, don't tell me he talked you into to drinking some of his kool-aid!

Chris Styles: Shit no, but he did bless my bag of coke earlier, but that's not why I admire him so much.

Fat Tony: And why do you admire him Special Boy? Is it because he got a piece of Ophelia's gorgeous ass?

Chris Styles: Kinda, see the way I see it is. Augustus gave men like us hope. Because if he can sleep with Ophelia then perhaps I have a chance too!

Fat Tony: You are so special! But then again I'm not really surprised because if you think you are a member of The cRu then you probably see yourself as a mirror image of Augustus D Agousta...Which I do have to say is a more fitting similarity for you!

Chris Styles: Aww, thanks Tony, do you really think so?

Fat Tony: Yes Chris I really do!

Chris Styles: See and people say we couldn't be friends!

Fat Tony: Hey Chris...How about you just shut up and we call the match?

Taylor Davis: The following is set for one fall and the winner will get a Insane Rulez title shot. Introducing first, he comes to us from Sin City, this is AGUSTUS A'AGOSTA!!!!!



"No Halos" by Black Water Rising begins to play through the arena, the soft opening plays as the arena is plunged into darkness. Just as the hard rhythmic guitar kicks in a pyro goes off on the stage and Agustus Appears behind it.

Wearing a sinister smirk on his face, Agustus makes his way to the ring, his walk mirroring that of the songs pace. Reaching the apron he grabs the middle rope and pulls himself up, slipping between the top and middle rope. Crossing the ring Agustus stops just as the chorus of the song plays. On the second rope of the corner, Agustus chants the chorus of the song to the crowd, his hands gesturing to all of them as he does so.

Finally dropping down of the apron, Agustus paces around the ring, stretching his neck and shaking out the muscles in his body before the match begins. The whole time he wears a sick smirk on his face.

Taylor Davis: And his opponent, from Indianapolis, Indiana. He is the Sultan of Smooth and one half of the PCW Tag Team Champions, TOMMY KAIN!!!!



Agustus climbs out of the ring as some multicolored fireworks go off and some spark showers fall as Tommy Kain appears on the entrance ramp. He makes his way to the ring and stops occasionally to do a little sexy dance or two. When he finally feels like the crowd has had just about enough of his walking and talking he slides under the bottom rope and lays on his side in a far corner waiting for the ring announcing to conclude.


Augustus climbs into the ring and Tommy wastes no time going after him. Kain runs over and jerks the second rope up quickly crotching Augustus. The fans let out a gasp as the male audience feels Augustus' pain. Tommy then jerks him by the neck and brings him to the center of the ring where he immediately begins to throw a flury of right hands into Augustus head. Tommy then stops lifts Augustus chin up and then nails a very stiff knife edge chop that draws a WOOOOOOO from the crowd. Tommy nails another, that sends Augustus back a little. Tommy then usues the momentum advantage to whip Augustus to the ropes. Augustus comes around and Kain leap frogs over him, and when Augustus comes around Tommy Kain jumps in the air and nails a text book jumping back elbow that sends Augustus to the canvas. Tommy then quickly pounces up and jumps on Augustus and then unleashes a flury of flying punches into the Augustus face and head as the fans roar at the fight. Augustus then manages to flip Tommy over and begins to throw a few punches of his own. The two roll around on the canvas throwing punches until the ref finally gets in the middle of them and breaks them up.

Fat Tony: Yup, just like I thought. You can throw catchs catch can wrestling match out of the window this one is going to be a fight!

Chris Styles: Yeah nothing like a good ole fight! Reminds me when I used to get in the ring and smack fools around!

Fat Tony: Chris you've never been in a fight in your life!

Chris Styles: YES HUH! There was this one time I...

Fat Tony: Yeah nobody cares!

As both men get to their feet Tommy runs at Augustus and attempts a clothesline but Augustus ducks and quickly grabs Kain by the air pulls him back and nails a beautiful falling neck breaker. Augusuts then pops back up and stomps Tommy in the face twice as he jerks Tommy up by his hair and then whips him into the turnbuckle. Augustus then charges into the corner and nails Tommy with a clothlesline in the corner and then grabs the bottom rope and begins to thrust his shoulder into Tommy's midsection. After the third one Augustus backs up and charges with a full head of steam looking for an impactful shoulde thrust but Tommy Kain gets his knees up and Augutus's face impacts nothing but The Cool Rifle's knees. Augustus then backs up crouching over and Tommy comes flying out of the corner grabs Augustus's head and sends him down to the mat with a quick bulldog. Tommy Kain quickly gets up and drops his knee onto the back of Augustus's head and stomps away on Augustus's neck.

Fat Tony: And The Cool Rifle showing his resiluancy!

Chris Styles: His what?

Fat Tony: His...nevermind! Tommy Kain is whooping some ass...Is that better?

Chris Styles: Wait...I thought we were going for Augusuts?

Fat Tony: What the hell are you talking about...Ya know what nevermind Chris you are on speaking probation for the next two minutes!

Chris Styles: Speaking pro wha?

Fat Tony: Nevermind!

Tommy then goes to pick Augustus up by his neck, but Augustus then counters into a small package as the ref gets down to count 1....2....kickout by Tommy Kain. Both men quickly get to their feet but Augustus quickly kicks Kain in the gut grabs his head and nails a snap ddt right in the center of the ring. Augustus then pops up rolls Tommy over and slaps him across the face as he then raises his hands as the fans let out a chrous of boos. Augustus then stomps Tommy in the face as he grabs his arm and applies a quick arm bar submission hold. Tommy begins to writhe in pain as the ref checks on him to see if he wants to give up, but Tommy refuses. Tommy sets in the hold but manages to get to his feet, yet Augustus refuses to break the hold. Tommy somehow manages to roll Augustus on his shoulders as the ref counts 1....2...and Augustus is then forced to break the hold. As Augustus tries to get back to his feet, The Cool Rifle gets a running start and out of no where runs and hits his jumping shining wizard he kalls the

Fat Tony: K.W.I.!!!! KNEELING WHILE INTOXICATED!!!

Chris Styles: COME ON AUGUSTUS...OPHELIA IS PROBABLY WATCHING THIS!!!

Fat Tony: And Tommy Kain hooks the leg...1.....2.....and Augustus got his foot on the rope!

Chris Styles: THANK GOD!!!

Fat Tony: Is that what Augustus told you to say?

Chris Styles: What we are also both men of the cloth get off our back Fat Tony! Just because you are a fat sinner doesn't mean the rest of us have to be!

Tommy Kain pounds the mat in frustration, as he picks Augustus up by his neck, but Augustus grabs the back of Kain's head drops to his knees and executed a sharp jaw breaker that sends Tommy stumbling back. Augustus then goes to the outside jumps using the top rope as a spring board and nails Tommy Kain with a missle drop kick!!! Tommy Kain is lying face down as Augustus slaps him on the back of the head and then picks up Tommy's right arm again and applies another inverted arm bar. But Tommy is able to use his weight and other arm to grab Augstus's foot sending him face first into the mat as Tommy uses this opportunity to apply the ankle lock submission. Augustus squeals out in pain as he reaches for the the ropes, but Tommy Kain drags him back to the center of the ring where he wrenches down on the hold. Augustus then some how manages to get back to his feet and nail Tommy Kain in the back of the head with an enzuguri!!! And both men are down.

Fat Tony: Wow this has been an extremly competitve match with neither man really able to get the better of the other!

Chris Styles: I know, Augustus is so much better than this...He is playing a trick, he is only letting Tommy Kain think he has a chance!

Fat Tony: Chris you're just mad still because he and LA Kief took the Tag Titles away from the cRu!!!

Chris Styles: He didn't take them, they stole them FIRST OF ALL..And secondly...Well I forgot what came second, but I'm pretty sure it had something to do with you being a jackass!

The ref reaches seven as Augustus makes it back to his feet. He jerks Tommy Kain up hooks his arm and nails a text book Chris Beniot esq snap suplex. Yet he holds him jerks him up again and nails another snap suplex. Augustus goes for the trifecta as he picks Tommy Kain up and hits a third and final snap suplex as he floats over and covers Kain as the ref counts..1......2.....thr...and Kain barely kicks out. The match begins to weigh down on the two competitors as now Augustus pounds the mat in frustration. Augustus then jerks Tommy Kain up by his hair once again as Tommy Kain quickly gets thumb to Augustus's eye and then licks his finger and then sticks it in Augustus's ear giving him a wet willy. This infuruates Augustus as he begins to swing widly. Tommy ducks a punch, then another, and then another, and before Augustus can swing again Tommy kicks Augustus in the gut, hooks his arms and nails a beautiful double underhook piledriver...

Chris Styles: SON OF A BITCH!!!!

Fat Tony: THE TOMMY DRIVER...He hooks the leg this is gunna be it..1.....2.....thr...NO NO NO!!!

Chris Styles: AUGUSTUS KICKS OUT! It's gunna take more than that to stop D'Agosta!!! HAHAHA! SUCK IT FAT BOY!!!

Fat Tony: Oh for the LOVE OF GAWD!!!

Chris Styles: Yes God does love Augustus don't you pay attention to anything?

Tommy Kain then goes to pick up Augustus again, but Augustus burries his forearm into Kain's midsection. Out of desperation Augustus lunges forward and buries his forearm into his midsection again. And then with a sudden burst of energy Augustus quickly gets up and nails Kain with a stiff swinging neckbreaker as both men fall to the mar...The ref then begins his ten count 1....2.....3.....4.....5 And Augustus makes it back to his feet. HE drops and elbow onto Tommy's face. He jerks Kain up by his arm and then whips him to the ropes. Kain comes back around and Augustus jumps in the air wraps his legs around his head and sends Kain flying across the ring with a beautiful headscissors take down. Tommy Kain pops back up and comes charging at Augustus who counters with an arm drag. Kain comes at him again and Augusuts sends him down with another arm drag. Augustus then pops back up to his feet goes charging at Tommy who is trying to get to his feet and hits a stiff super kick that sends Tommy to smack the back of the turnbuckler and slump over. Augustus then gets back to his feet and charges the corner and hits a high running knee lift and then just like CM Punk grabs Tommy Kain's head and then runs out of the corner and drives Tommy Kain's head down on the mat with a bulldog of his own. Augustus then pops up with an evil look in his eyes as he signals that it's time to go upstairs as he points to the turnbuckle and drives his thumb across his neck signaling he is ready to put Kain away.

Fat Tony: It looks like he is calling for the Righteous Fury here Chris!

Chris Styles: May our Heavenly Father have mercy on this sinner known as Tommy Kain, drunken bastard! Aside from Righteous Fury I'll tell ya what Tommy Kain needs!

Fat Tony: What's that Chris?

Chris Styles: That mother fucker needs Jesus!

Fat Tony: No Chris...YOU NEED JESUS!!!

Chris Styles: No I don't bitch I'm friends with Augusuts!!!

Augustus then climbs the turnbuckle and waits for Tommy Kain to get up. Augustus doesn't take his eyes off of Tommy as he waits on him like an eagle waits for his prey. After a few moments Tommy gets to his feet and slowly turns around. Augustus then with a sick smile on his face comes flying off the turnbuckle going for his Righteous Flury blockbuster manuver but Tommy drops down and Augustus's back goes crashing against the mat. Tommy Kain then runs over jerks Augustus up hooks his arms spins him around and nails a picture perfect unprittier right in the center of the ring as the fans almost blow the roof off the building...

Fat Tony: HOLY SHIT WHAT A TOMMY KNOCKER!!!

Chris Styles: It's NOT OVER YET!!

Fat Tony: Kain hooks the leg...1......2......3!!!! YES IT IS DUMBASS!!!

Chris Styles: NO...WHY?....WHY? Jesus doesn't want Tommy to win!!!

Fat Tony: Be that as it may special boy...Your winner by pinfall is none other than the Cool Rifle Tommy Kain in what was most definitley one hell of a match!!!

[Ryan Pugh]

Fat Tony: Let’s head back to Shasta for a very special guest.

Chris Styles: Special guest? He is more than that fat ass!!

“The camera jumps in to a shot of Shasta with a pacing Al Envy walking behind her. Shasta looks nervous as she begins to speak”

Shasta: Shasta here with the challenger to the PCW Southern Title here with me and from what was told earlier tonight will be his final PCW match. Of course he is the Show Stealer Al Envy!

“The Hammerstein explodes in a mixture of boos and cheers. A fain Envy chant begins along with the phrase Best in theWorld. Al stops by Shasta and is shirtlesswith a look of disdain and intensity in his eyes.”

Shasta: Al your final PCW match will be contested for the Southern Title against the champion Ophelia Pain. Any final….

“Al snatches the microphone away from Shasta causing her to jump back a little.”

Al Envy: Let me go cut you off right there sweet tits. You were about to ask me how my confidence was for this match and o I think Ophelia Pain has my number. I mean you alluded to all of that with your little sidebar bullshit you posted earlier tonight right?

“Shasta stays dead silent as Envy continues.”

Al Envy: I am going to say what I need to say right now. Ophelia Pain doesn’t have my number as you so eloquently put it. How many times have I had to say the only reason this bitch is where she is at is because I allowed it. I wantd her to get into that false self of security abouyt being able to beat me. Well the truth is honey is that you can’t beat me. This time there is no tag team partner or two other spares to soften me up. You go one on one with the best technical wrestler in the world and I am going to teach you a lesson on “Pain” you will never forget.

“Al pauses as the crowd reacts.”

Al Envy: I know how much that Southern title means to you. I also knew something else that really meant something to you and that was your father!! Well after tonight Ophelia that Southern title is going to go away just like Daddy did and you will never get it back!

“Shasta motions the word wow with her mouth as the crowd reacts to Al’s statement."

Fat Tony: Oh how disgusting!! What in the hell is wrong with him!!??

Chris Styles: I really have nothing to say right now.

Al Envy: Tonight the games are over. I take my position as the Southern Champion in my last match in PCW. You all are going to find out why I am the goddamn show stealer of professional wrestling. Lets just hope you can survive Ophelia when I do prove it!

“Envy walks out of the shot as the feed cuts back to Fat Tony and Chris Styes”

Fat Tony: Wow…I have nothing Chris. I am actually speechless.

“Chris Styles removes his sunglasses and starts rubbing his eyes.”

Chris Styles: Let me tell you something folks I have only see Al Envy this determined only three other times. Compared to this time it its not even close the intensity he is showing. He had this look against Johnny at Tension in Texas, he had it against Adrien Specter this year when he actually set him on fire alive, and then against Roger Wright at Cold Front this year. He won every one of them, none of them were ever the same including Johnny Stylez. I mean hell Roger is retired now and don’t be fooled if you think Al and his match at Cold Front didn’t have something to do with it. Ophelia Pain is in trouble tonight. I am telling you she is in big trouble.

Fat Tony: And remember if Envy wins the Southern title, a title that in PCW has only one above it on a grand scale and that’s the World title, he will leave with it and go back to NEW. This is a huge match, and its coming up later tonight!!

[Ryan Pugh]

The scene of a fully functional kitchen makes it's way onto the titan tron. The scheduled match, being an underground match will not be taking place within the ring. It would seem this has become the chosen venue.

First to appear on screen, we see Kief endulging in some baked goods, xxxmas treats to be exact. His fingers covered in raw dough, and his face plastered with flour. He almost looked as though he had eaten the pillsbury dough boy and then finger fucked the remains. Due to uncertain technical difficulties, there would seem to be a bit of a lag between action and audio. Such is common when captured on CCTV.

Kief- Mmph, so good. I loves christmas treats. I could make sweet love to each and every one of you, with my mouth.

Inkt- KIEF! THIS ENDS NOW!

Inkt comes onto the screen and points at kief, his eyes narrowed, as a whirl of wind comes up behind him. His clothing fluttering violently as though there were some sort of chaotic energy unseen to any one else.

Kief- We meet again, Inkt. Are you prepared for combat?

Kief takes the head off of a gingerbread man in his mouth, and looks to Inkt, his hair flowing freely as he clenches his fists around the now crumbling cookie. He presses his right foot firmly behind him and takes a defensive position.

Kief- The time has come for you to return what is rightfully mine.

Chuckling to himself, and placing his hands on his hips, inkt smiles to Kief and tosses the belt to a nearby prep table.

Inkt- Oh, you mean this? It was never yours. You could never harness the power that it had granted you. Only I command the power of the TV Title belt. It has chosen its rightful master, and you Kief are not him. Oh, I am prepared for combat. I fear not death. But, you seem uncertain?

As inkt speaks, a pair of nunchucks seem to slide into the palm of his hand from under his sleeve.

Kief- Ah, nunchucks, i see. Very well. We shall battle in the ways of our ancestors. But I must warn you, my looks can be decieving. I am well versed in the ways of the otoku clan.

Inkt raises his head slightly, and archs an eyebrow as he extends his free hand beckoning to Kief in a fashion similiar to that of Neo in the matrix.

Inkt- Enough! Let our fists do the talking!

Inkt flips the chucks around, and then goes through the motions, spining them over his shoulders, behind his back, and from hand to hand. A cocky smile curves his lips with each gesture. The chucks seem to make an unusual noise as they whip through the air at such a great velocity. We find Kief chuckling to himself, as he holds no weapon in plain sight.

Kief- I see you've been training.

Inkt- Indeed.

Inkt quickly aggresses onto kief, his chucks slung over his shoulder. at the last possible minute, he unleashes a flurry of swings, trying to take kief's head off. Like a ghost, kief casually evades each and every attempt at a strike from inkt. A small chuckle soon errupts into a full on maniacal laugh as Inkt makes a final attempt to swing at Kief. Kief drops low to the ground evading the final strike, and sweeps the legs of Inkt with a swinging leg sweep. Inkt steps over the first strike, however, wasn't expecting Kief to completely swing his leg around, and connect with the second. Inkt hits the ground hard.

Inkt- Well done.

Kief- I know.

Inkt thrusts his fist into the ground and stands once more.

Kief- Now it's my turn.

Out of no where kief unveils three throwing stars in his right palm. With lightening speed, he quickly throws them at different parts of Inkt's body. Inkt was able to knock one, then two to the side with his blazing chucks, but was grazed in the arm by the third.

Pressing his other hand to the wound, he looks to his fingers. Seeing the blood, he brings his fingers to his lips and licks them. Giving a nod of approval, Inkt smiles and nods once more.

Inkt- A lucky strike.

Kief- Luck had nothing to do with it. You see, all I needed was just a small wound. Nothing fatal. My stars, well, Ha, they were dipped in poison.

Inkt- You fiend!

Kief- You lack discipline, Inkt. You've become weak over the centuries.

Inkt- Don't you tell me about weaknesses, you had to resort to.

Inkt coughs up a small amount of blood.

Inkt- This?

Kief- Is that not what Master Shi spoke of? Know your enemy. Expose your enemy. Destroy your enemy.

Inkt- How do you know of Master Shi.

Kief- I knew him well. At least until his stomach met the edge of my blade. It's funny, the two of you will share the same death.

Inkt- NEVER!

Racing towards Kief once more, Inkt lunges with a left, a right, followed with a round house. Kief continued to block with ease. Each time, his smile growing more and more confident.

Kief- (as he continues to block the barrage of strikes) C'mon, Is that all you have?!

Just then, Kief catches Inkt's fist in mid strike, and then lunges an elbow into the midsection of Inkt, sending him back into the wall. The wall begins to cave in behind the now weakened Inkt. It was Kief's time to capitalize and finish the match once and for all. or so he thought. Digging his foot into the ground once more to give him that last boost of momentum in the direction of Inkt, Kief leaps into the air, extending his leg with grace and precision. The head of Inkt was the target, and he was locked in. Just then, the reddened eyes of Inkt shot open, and he extended his arms, grabbing the foot of Kief, and slinging him around. Kief was slammed into the same wall, and sent through it, sprawling in the air and onto the ground into the cinderblocked hall way on the other side.

Storming through the hole in the wall, Inkt's body was haunched over like he was on a mission, looking to kill the man who had stolen the life of his master away from him. Ripping from the wall a dangling cord, Inkt wrapped it around his fist creating a bit of a pack. He reaches down, and picks kief up by the throat, and holds him against the opposite wall. Kief struggles for air as he gurgles helplessly. Inkt then begins to lunge the corded fist into the rotund stomach of kief. With each strike, shockwaves of pain are sent through kief's body, until finally, nothing. Kief's eyes close and he's dropped to the floor.

Inkt- Just as I thought, worthless.

Inkt spits on the body of kief and turns to walk away. The match was over in his eyes, he had taken victory from the hands of kief once more.

Kief struggles to his feet quietly. Haunching over himself, coughing up blood. One hand rests on his stomach while the other braces himself against the wall.

Kief- This is far from over, inkt. GET BACK HERE!

Inkt turns to peer over his shoulder shaking his head.

Inkt- It was over before it began, Kief. You're already dead, you just don't know it.

Kief staggers to his feet and calls to Inkt once more. Pointing viciously.

Kief- It's not over until I say its over. Finish what you've started, coward!

Upon hearring the word coward, inkt is taken a back. A slight tinge in his neck is seen as he swivels on his heels to face the bloodied Kief.

Inkt- What did you call me?

Kief chuckles once more as he coughs up more blood.

Kief- That's right, I called you a coward. You're nothing more then a has been, washed up, used whore of a fighter. You're no better then a disgraced samurai. How could you think this was over? Can't you feel it now, inkt? Can't you feel it running through your veins?

Inkt just then, as though on cue dropped to one knee, bracing himself with his fist thrust into the ground. A trail of blood exits his lips and forms a small pool on the cold cement floor. He coughs slightly causing a spray of blood to spatter around the edges of the pool.

Kief- If you want to live, you're going to have to kill me. And, you'll be needing this.

Kief shakes a small vial of liquid in his hand as he smiles a bloodied smile at Inkt.

Kief- From what I can tell, this match has only begun.

Inkt staggers to his feet once more, and takes a defensive stance. Kief lumbers at him, cocking his fist back behind him. Taking a swing that could barely be seen on the camera goes directly to the side of the face of Inkt. Connecting solidly, it takes inkt off of his feet and sends him onto his back. Kief, quick to capitalize, lunges into the air, lowering his knee in the direction of Inkt's chest.

Inkt quickly rolls out of the way as Kief's knee strikes the cement, leaving a small hole. Kief stands, and cracks his neck, looking to the staggering Inkt.

Slow to his feet, Inkt was helpless now that he was in the grasp of the poison. There wasn't much left in him. If he was going to make a move, now was the time. Quickly, Inkt charged at kief moving from side to side, strafing left and right, trying to throw kief's perception off. He was successful as he connected with Kief with a DULL NEEDLE! He wraps Kief up in his arms, and the two of them barrel down the hallway taking out trays, carts, people, anything and everything that might get in their path. Inkt had such force behind the dull needle, that when all was said and done, he had put kief through three walls. As the steam behind Inkt began to die down, he groaned loudly, and jumped into the air while still holding kief and drove him into the ground with such force that it caused the vial that was secured on kief to roll off to the side.

Inkt- Ah.

Weakly, he rolled over and grasped the vial in his hand. Quickly, he popped the cork out and slammed the liquid. He hadn't really thought about the vial being a trick, and knowing the confidence of Kief, there was no reason for him to think other. The warm liquid flowed down the throat of inkt as he lied on the ground, waiting for the antidote to take effect. As he waited, Keif slowly rolled to the other side, and took grasp of a piece of debris. Quickly, he attempted to slam it into the head of inkt. It was too late, the antidote had kicked in, and Inkt was at full capacity once more. He shot an arm up and blocked kief's attack the debris flew to the side. Kief looked at Inkt helplessly and shook his head. He knew what it had now come to.

Inkt moved to his feet once more and hovered over Kief, holding the bulbous man up by his tattered shirt.

Inkt- Now, it ends.

Inkt lunges a fist into the face of kief with such force that his fist should have damn near shattered the face, skull, and maybe even the neck of kief, but out of some sick twist of fate, the damage was only on the surface. Kief fell to the ground motionless. Inkt brushed the blood from his face, and turned, walking away from the incapacitated kief.


The camera pans around the now silent crowd in the arena. They weren't sure what they just saw, but they know that something like that could only happen in PCW.

Tony- What. The. Fuck.

Chris- Holy fuckin shit, it worked!

Tony- What worked?

Chris- I totally made a cocktail of whatever the fuck Inkt takes, and i cut it with some speed, and some other shit i came across, and wow... That was fucking amazing. Im a god damned bonafide scientist and shit.

Tony- So, you're saying that they were so hopped up on dope that...

Chris- Exactly. What we saw was legit, but they're not gonna have any recollection of it. I promise you that. Seriously? I played them like i was fuckin jigsaw himself. That shit was awesome. You can all bow down to my greatness!

Just then Inkt Places a hand on the curtain at the top of the ramp and staggers out onto the stage. The fans begin to errupt loudly as they had never seen anything like that in their lives. Inkt holds the belt up high above them and nods to the adoring fans. It had been one hell of a match, strait out of a shitty kung fu movie, all because of chris and johnny. Figures.

[Ryan Pugh]

The Hammerstein Ballroom, a beautiful local in the City That Never Sleeps. Appropriate considering the full attentiveness of the thousands in attendence. All have come to experience the one of a kind pay-per-view event, XXXMas; December's big event being put on by wrestling mega-company, Pugh Championship Wrestling. There have been a plethera of huge announcements regarding the show, one of which has shaken the PCW viewers like no other.

For weeks now the PCW has been plagued with cryptic clues; messages regarding a coming debut...or rather, return. The promos had never been entirely clear on much of the information, and it has left many of the audience in wonder, confused as to what could be coming on that fortold date; 12-16-11. They first told of someone coming back, for it claimed that they thought he was gone, they referring to everyone watching of course.

From there, things began to change. Nothing made sense anymore, for now the promos hinted at more than one person coming on that...on this fateful day. Who could be behind these mysterious messages, and what is their intention? No one is quite sure, and as of yet, their confusion remains. Nothing more has been revealed, despite tonight being the date mentioned in the clips.

Four people entered the ring, beginning the show of well. However, only one was able to leave at the end of the match. A number one contender for the Insane Rulez Championship was crowned, and the Television Title found itself with a champion at the end of a brutal match. Now the fans are pumped with excitement, adrenaline shooting through their veins as they await the coming fight.

Fat Tony and Chris Styles sit behind the confines of their announce table, set to the far side of the ring. They've been giving everyone their best commentary in a long time, getting them more than pumped up and excited for what is to come. However, even they find themselves in anticipation for the reveal of the 12-16-11 promos.

"Everyone, we've been receiving some strange messages in the past few weeks pointing to tonight. The rumors have been circulating on the net, and a lot have formed opinions on who this all points towards. Of course, I'm sure all of you have your ideas as well. But Tony and I, we're completely out of the loop on this one."

"Chris, that's a bit of an understatement. Simply put ladies and gentlemen, we have no fucking idea what is going on here. We've been cautiously waiting for this day to come, and so far, nothing. Could this have been an elaborate hoax to get us on our feet?"

"There's still plenty of time left until the show ends Tony, so anything could happen. I bet that all will be revealed before the end of the show."

"Well, it's a fools hope. I guess everyone needs something to hang onto..."

As Fat Tony continues to speak, the lights suddenly go out, all at once bringing darkness to the arena. Murmurs shake through the ballroom as everyone finally finds themselves at the time. They know that this is the fortold moment the cryptic promos have been telling them of. Now all they can do is wait for something to happen.

The screen lights up, a halo of white light surrounding it's black counterpart as the crowd's quiet whispering instantly stops. In the center of the halo sits the same date, today's date, that has been referred to for weeks. Everything then fades, leaving only the twelve shining brightly there. Words then begin to slowly appear, taking their spot underneath the now centered twelve.

"12: companies in which I've reigned"

Disappearing, the number and it's following words all leave the halo as quickly as they had appeared. Soon, the sixteen of the date comes into view. Underneath it comes a second message, this one in brighter letters.

"16: World Championships over a career"

They too soon leave the halo, however, and leave the crowd in awe and confusion, more so than when the promo began. Then the eleven comes, obviously the final part of the cryptic clues pointing towards this singular point in time.

"11: Years leading up to now"

Suddenly, the screen explodes into the black darkness it had been before. Even the halo has gone, and nothing more can be seen. Suddenly, the words from the first promo flash quickly on the screen. Quick enough to read, but only there for a few seconds. Next, the second promos words show quickly, confusing everyone further.

Then, without warning, the messages from every promo begin to rapidly flash across the screen, blinking wildly and once more ending on the date 12-16-11. Then, the center of the screen opens, as if it were a door. Opening forward, it shows a pure white background. Brilliant light shines through, blinding everyone in attendence. They watch in awe as in the center of the light sits a single gold symbol; the symbol of the Greek letter Alpha. A voice soon follows.

"I have reigned within 12 companies, all of which have fallen following my leave. I have held 16 World Championships between these companies, all of which I earned from talent I have worked to achieve. For 11 years I have been at the top of the wrestling world, and now, on December 16th, 2011, I make my way home."

"Joined by one who has shown me the light; one who has brought my attention to the erratums I have made. Everything I have been living was a calumniation, and no longer shall I constrict myself to such a vitae."

On the screen it shows a scene of Heaven, specifically Heaven's gates. An angelic-like music plays in the background as everyone watches, and then, the gates open. At once, a gold, shining light pours out from the entrance way, filling the entire stage with it's brilliant glow. Two men step out onto the stage, cloaked in black with their arms folded in front of them.

As they begin to slowly walk down to the ring, murmurs and whispers fill the ballroom as everyone watching follows the two figures on their path to the ring. As they reach the ramp's end and climb slowly in, passing between the ropes, the two slowly begin to unfold their arms, revealing that they both are holding identical microphones.

Then, as the lights return to normality, the two figures pull the cloaks from their bodies, revealing themselves to be two men the audience never expected to see. The first is a brute guy, heavy set and tough in appearance. He wears motorcycle gear, and despite being indoors, a pair of sunglasses.

"Oh My God!" Chris Styles shouts out, inciting the crowd into a frenzy, "It's Devin Stone! Devin Stone is here!"

"But wait!" Fat Tony replies, pointing excitedly to the other man, "It's him! I swear, it's...DAN DEVINE!"

The cameras turn on the second man standing there. Tall and built, he has the appearance of an MMA fighter. His beard is shaven slightly, giving him a scruffy look, and his short black hair is wild and unbrushed. Despite the new appearance, everyone in the crowd explodes with cheers. The man's face is clear; this is Dan Devine.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" He suddenly yells into the microphone, shocking everyone who had been cheering. Looking over the crowd, Devine sneers and shakes his head. Devin smirks and says something to Dan, who laughs.

"None of you," he then adds in, returning to his angered appearance, "merit the ability to cheer for us. I tried to personate the nice guy, I tried to be on your side. I fucking lost my best friend because of a certain bitch named Cera. What did all that goody-two-shoes shit get me? One hell of a losing streak, that's for sure! It's as they say I guess. Nice guys never win. Well, excuse the cliche, but it's no more Mr. Nice Guy for me!"

"You all emboldened me, never gave up through all the detriments I was facing. You people are fucking sheep, following someone you know won't win just because he has good morals or some shit. Your support was futile, it did nothing to help me win."

"So I left. I ran away out of chagrin. I took the catiffs way out. But if I hadn't I'd have never had the time to evaluate my paths of thought. I found myself while being gone, and I acquired one very important piece of information; I have always been best while being bad! I'm fucking sick and tired of losing. All it does is make my past accomplishments look like shit! I play nice and it holds me back! I can't win unless I can go all out, and I will turn things around from now on!"

Stepping back, Devine smirks as Devin now comes forward. He too raises his microphone to speak, but then shakes his head and returns to his former place. Laughing, Dan yells out, "You see!? This is just sad that even he is silenced by your fucking stupidity! Do we really need to que in a Ron Simmons 'Damn'!?"

"Well, let me put it in a way you'll all understand you primitive fucks! I am smarter than you, and I have come to take back my glory! I have come to once more dominate over all others! I have come to be the best once again, and no one can stop me! No, no one can stop us! Devin and I may have had our past differences, but no longer! We have found common base with this, and now you are looking at the single greatest force to ever grace the world!"

"Oh, and then this Shasta bitch refuses to aknowledge my messages on her special website side bar!? She's sealed her fate as well. Fuck being the good guy, I was born to be bad! The PCW is fucked!"

Throwing the microphone to the ground, Dan smirks at the now jeering crowd. Devin grins as well and joins Devine as he walks from the ring, leaving everyone in a now mass hatred for him. Fat Tony and Chris Styles are speechless, unknowing of how to even respond to such a statement, or the entire fact that Dan Devine has indeed returned, with Devin Stone by his side no less. Now the only question is what is to happen in the near future? What do these two have in store for PCW?

[Ryan Pugh]

Taylor Davis: The following contest is scheuled for one fall and its the tattoo match for the PCW Southern Championship!!!

“The crowd jumps to their feet in anticipation.”

Fat Tony: It doesn’t get anymore personal than this folks. Get ready for something you have never seen before.



“The crowd erupts in a mixed reaction as the entrance for Al Envy begins to blare out across the Hammerstein Ballroom. Al comes into the arena through the curtains with a look of determination mixed with evil intentions. He is wearing the cRu Ophelia Pain Vixen of Violence t-shirt.”

Fat Tony: Is he wearing an Ohelia Pain T-Shirt??

Chris Styles: I am telling you Tony this is a whole new level for him. Listen to the respect New York is giving the Show Stealer!!

Fat Tony: New York is passionate about their wrestling, and make no argument about it Al is hands down one of the best in the world no matter what you think about him personally.

“Al reaches the ring apron and climbs to the top turnbuckle and stares over the crowd. The mixed reaction gets louder until Envy jumps down and sits indian style in the midle of the ring facing the aisle waitin for the Southern Champ to make her presence known.”



“The crowd explodes out of respect for one of the best young stars that has ever came to wrestling. She is accompanied out to the ring by Tommy Kain as they both stare into the ring at Al Envy who is stone old emotionless and still in the ring.”

Chris Styles: Hey what in the hell is he doing out here? Does he want his ass kicked by Envy again??

Fat Tony: What is wrong with him wanting to be with the love of his life in this important match? Al Envy did some dastardly things to him too you know.

Chris Styles: Yeah how do the balls feel bitch AHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

“Half way down to the ring Ophelia still has not taken his eyes of of Al Envy. She then turns to Tommy and ipers to him. Tommy wispers back what seems to be a little advice and softly kisses her and turns to go back to the locker room.”

Chris Styles: SEE!! Even he knows she is fucking done!! Kis her goodbye LOVER BOY!!!Don’t worry no matter how disfigured she will be after this bloodbath she can still ride the CHEETAH baby!!

Fat Tony: What in the hell is wrong with you?

“Finally Ophelia arrives to the ring and stands on the apron. Al rose from his position and started talking shit to her. He takes off the shirt and spats in it then throws it right at Ophelia Pain who does nothing but smile. She starts to jaw back at Envy then finally enters the ring.”

Fat Tony: Here we go!!

“Pain and Envy stare at each other and continue the verbal barage then starts to throw hey makersinto each other faces. After a few shots Al starts to get the advantage and lais left hands into Ophelia. He irish whips her into the rope and goes for a clothesline btu Ophelia ducks and bounces off the ropes and hits a spinning heel kick to Al. Al jumps up and gets arm dragged takeovered and tries it again ending in the same result. This time Al poips up and Ophelia Pain bitch slaps him!”

Fat Tony: Oh man what a shot! She just slapped the taste out of his mouth.

“Al runs towards her nad with cat like speed Ophelia drop toe holds him. He then bounces up and is kicked square in the face backing him to the opes. Ophelia proceeds to clothesline him out of the ring.”

Fat Tony: Ophelia is on fire right now!!

Chris Styles: Come on Al!!

“As Al tries to gather himself outside Ophelia Pain bounces off the ropes and launches herself over the top hitting a perfect plancha on her bitter rival. The crowd goes absolutely apeshit as Ophelia slides back into the ring and celebrates with the crowd.”

Fat Tony: Maybe she does have his numberChris. Maybe Ophelia can pull this out. Al is disoriented right now!!

Chris Styles: It’s all a part of the plan.

Fat Tony: Oh don’t start that shit again!!

“Outside Al tries to gather his thoughts again and starts jawingwith a couple of Ophelia fans. One of them is a 300 pound guy that is really letting Envy have it. Al rears back and cold cocks the guy as the rest of the crowd explodes.”

Fat Tony: Oh for the love of GOD!! What was that for.

Chris Styles: he was provoked! He was provoked!

“Ophelia Pain dashes back outside and goes over to the guy. Runs off as Ophelia checks on her fan. Al walks around the ring and tries to sneak up on Pain but she looked as though she had eyes in the back of her head and gives him a hard chop followed up by a double axe handle. Al sells the move and starts walking away as Ophelia follows him. Al Envy rolls into the ring but Ophelia heads to the top rope and as he turns aound hits a cross body block on him and into a pinning perdicument”

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Fat Tony: NO Envy kicks out! I think that surprised Envy there!

“Ophelia gets up and picks Envy up by the head. She stands him up and bounces of the ropes going for a spear but Eny avoids it. Ophelia stops in her tracks, turns around and gets hit by a stiff martial arts kick right to the ribs dropping her to one knee. She gets up again and the shot from Envy is as stiff as the last one knocking her back down again. Before she could get up Al grabs her and delivers a wicked European Uppercut to her knocking her back. Al boiunces off the ropes and hts a beautiful lariet knocking her down.”

Chris Styles: Here we go baby! Enjoy the show everyone!!

“Al stands over Ophelia who is rolling around in pain from her ribs. He allows her to get up then goes on the attack again. He kicks her over the rope and she slams into the barricade.”

Fat Tony: man Envy is smart. You see how he allowed her to use her energy to pull herself up only to go on the attak again?

Chris Styles: That’s why he is what he is fat ass. The PHUCKIN SHOW STEAHLA!!

“Al slaps his hands twice and runsa hard towards the opposite set of ropes and then flies through the other sets space between the middle and top and delivers a tremendous Suicide Dive onto Pain that was so impactful it flew him into the crowd!”

Crowd: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!!

Fat Tony: Al is taking control in this match.

Chris Styles: Was there any doubt?

“Al rolls back into the ring and throws his arms up in the air as the ballroom reacts. He then sits downindian style and watches Ophelia struggle to her feet and slide back into the ring.”

Fat Tony: He may be taking too ma ny liberties with allowing herself to recuperate . He needs to stay on the attack.

“Al rose back up and meets Pain who is now back in. He picks her and starts jawing herout. He then proceeds to smack her a couple of times.”

Fat Tony: What a show of disrespect.

Chris Styles: He needs to finish this sexy bitch so we can go party baby!

Fat Tony: Um there is still Johnny’s match coke boy!

“Al irish whips Ophelia Pain off the ropes but much to the surprise of everyone in the arena she springboards and hits a foot to the face of Envy knocking him back down.“

Fat Tony: There You Go!!

“Al pops back up and gets clotheslined by Pain. He then gets up and gets a stiff superkick right to the face! Pain goes for the cover again.”

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Fat Tony: NO again Envy pops out of the pin attempt. That was the second one of the matcch for the champ.

“Ophelia shakes her head and argues with the ref. With the spirit of the crowd and a weaken Al Envy Ophelia goes for the home run move. She climbs to the top turnbuckle and launchesherself tryingt o take Envy down. However Envy sees it and kicks her in the ribs again as she lands. He then delivers an Envy Piledriver to Pain”

Fat Tony : Oh what a counter!! Pain is down!!

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THRE…….

“Ophelia pops her shoulder out.”

Chris Styles: AHH COME ON THAT WAS A SLOW COUNT!!

Faqt Tony: Shut up!!

“Al shakes his head and then locks in a headlock and pushes his weight onto Ophelia forcing her on her stomach.”

Chris Styles: This looks like one of their old sexual positions. Al told me she liked to get choked from behind duing intercourse once.

Fat Tony: Will you STOP!!

“The crowd starts to get behind Ophelia as she starts t fight hr way back up to a neutral position. She delivers some elbow strikes into Eny’s ribcage forcing him to break the hold. However as she attempts to run towards the opes Eny brabs her by the hair and drives her back onto the mat. He then bounces off the ropes and delivers a quick leg drop to Ophelia and goes for the cover once again."

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Fat Tony: No she kicks out again. It looks that Envy is getting frusterated.

Chris Styles: Both of them had pin fall attempts but could put neither away.

“Al signals for it to be over and lifts Ophelia to the top rope. However when he goes for a superplex she counters with a shot damn near below the belt that causes Al to fall back onto the mat. Ophelia stands up and signals to the crowd and goes for the Corkscrew Shooting Star Leg Drop and NAILS it!!”

Fat Tony: THERE IS THE BIG MOVE!! She has it!!

Chris Styles: No NO No!!!!!

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THRE………….

“Al at the last minute pops the sholder up.”

Crowd: HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT!!!!!

Fat Tony: The crowd is letting them hear it!!

“Ophelia once again has a stunned look on her face and decides to go back to the top rope. She goes for the corkscrewelbow drop but Envy slips out of the way. As Ophelia lies there Al gets to his feet and slowly walks towards the turnbuckle again.”

Fat Tony: Man they are taking some serious risks here!!

“Al gives the signal for the Tribute Elbow Drop and the fans go crazy.”

Crowd: Randy Savage clap clap clapclapclap Randy Savage!!

“However Al takes too long and Ophelia recovers. Once again showing her great athleticism she runs to the turnbuckle, takes one leap, wraps Al around the head and hurricarana’s him into the move that she has beaten him with before the SPOOKSHOW THRILLER!! The place goes absolutely batshit!”

Fat Tony: OH MY GOD THERE IT IS THE THRILLER THE THRILLER ITS OVER SHE IS DOING IT AGAIN!!!!!

Chris Styles: NOT AGAIN!!! COME ON SHOW STEALER!!!

“Ophelia squeezes the pressure with thos power thigh muscles and show she has it locked in really good. Al is struggling for his life trying to make it to the ropes, but Ophelia has it dead center in the middle off the ring.”

Fat Tony: This is over!! Its over!! There is no counter for this!!

“Al is about to go out but then all of a sudden has a surge of energy. He smacks Ophelia into her injured ribs and she loosens the grip enough for Envy to slip out, show his ability and lock in the WAVES OF ENVY!!”

Fat Tony: Oh no!

Chris Styles: YES YES YES THERE IT IS!! WAVES OF ENVY BABY!!

“The crowd starts to motivate Ophelia to break the hold but Eny’s positioning is just too good. She is about to tap but at he last second she break the hold!!”

Fat Tony: Oh my no one has ever done that!!

Chris Styles: WHAT!!??

“Ophelia kicks Envy in the face and forces him into the ropes. She pops up, runs towards Envy and gives him a SYCK KYCK!!”

Fat Tony: WHAT!!

Chris Styles: That bitch stole his move!!!

“The crowd reacts as she then picks Al up and delivers the GBE to her former lover!! The crowd goes absolutely crazy!!”

Fat Tony: That’s Al’s finishing combo!! Oh my God he is going to lose to his own repetoior!!

“Ophelia goes for the cover.”

Chris Styles: NOT THIS WAY NOT THIS WAY!!! COME ON AL!!!

1…

2…

THRE……………..

“Al gets the shoulder out again!!”

Chris Styles: YES YES YES!!!! That’s why he has the GBE baby, cause it’s the greatest and when HE hits it its over!!

“Ophelia can’t believe she did not get the pinfall that time. As she stares in disbelief Al rolls out of the ring. The camera focuses on his face and you can see the crimson mask starting to take over after the Syck Kyck and GBE from Ophelia”

Fat Tony: Man Envy is busted opened man!!

“Ophelia paces around the ring still in disbelief over what just happened. She then gives Envy a look and bounces off the ropes. She goes for a suicie dive of her own but failed to react to the hair Al Envy just retrieved from beneath the ring and he delivers a devastating shot to Pain forcing her back in the ring. The crowd once again reacts.”

Crowd: MATCH OF THE YEAR!! Clap clap clapclapclap MATCH OF THE YEAR!!

“Fat Tony and Chris stay quiet as the crowd continues to react.”

Crowd: P C Dub! P C Dub! P C Dub!!!

“Al enters back into the rring and signals that this shindig is over!! He covers the unconcious Ophelia Pain.”

1…

2…

“But Pain herself once again shoots the shoulder out to avoid the pin. The crowd goes crazy and now Al Envy stares in disbelief.Now Ophelia is buted opened!”

Fat Tony: What a hell of a match. Neither one want to lose. They both want to fight to the DEATH!! My GOD what a show these two are putting on!!

“Al once again gets that look in his eyes and looks out to the chair lying on the apron. He grabs it and waits for Pain to get up. He swings for the fences but gets kicked in the face again by Pain, this time the chair drives into him. Immediately Pain goes for a cover without pausing.”

1…

2…

TH…

Fat Tony: ANOTHER KICKOUT!!

“Pain once again looks irritated. She gets up and starts laying the boots to Envy. She then positions herself into the corner and attempts a diving spear. However Al moves and Ophelia drives herslef into the other turnbuckle. With the momentary break in action Al grabs the steel chair and delivers a wicked shot to Ophelia!!”

Chris Styles: OH MY GOD!!!

Fat Tony: That was sickening!!

“Even though it was a devastating chair shot Ophlia stares at Envy asking for another one.”

Fat Tony: Is she crazy!!??

Chris Styles: Al told me this one time about…

Fat Tony: I don’t give a shit what Al told you!!!!

“Envy takes her challenge and delivvers a chair sho even worse than the revious one. Pain dropped to one knee but still didn’t go down. Once again she mocked Envy by pointing at his junk and giving a one inch sign! Al smiled and went for another one but Ophelia ducked. Al continued the momentum and before Ophelia could act hits a proper SYCK KYCK to Pain.”

Fat Tony: Oh this is over!!

Chris Styles: SYCK KYCK !!

“Al then picks up Pain and delivers the real Greatest Brainbuster EVAR!!!

Fat Tony: Now its over

“Al cuts his throat with his thumb signaling the end and goes for the pin!”

1…

2…

THRE…!!!!

“Pain kicks out AGAIN!! The crowd goes absolutely nuts again!! They cannot believe what they are seeing and neither can Al!!”

Fat Tony: I am speechless!

Chris Styles: No one has ever done that! NO ONE!!

“Al Envy stares at the semi concious Ophelia Pain as she crawls up his leg. He picks the chair up again and delivers a sick chair shot to the back of her head. He then proceeds to beat the living shit out of er with the chair.”

Fat Tony: AWW COME ON AL!! THAT’S ENOUGH!!

“Al finishes with Ophelia and stares down at her again. He picks her up and with the assistance of the chair hits the GBE on her again.”

FAT TONY: OH THAT’S IT!! No human being can survive this!!

Chris Styles: Pin her DAMMIT!!!

“This time by hooking both legs Al covers Ophelia Pain.”

1…

2…

THREE!!

Fat Tony: Thank God this is over!!

Chris Styles: YES YES YES YES NEW CHAMP NEW CHAMP!!!! AH HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! TIME TO GET INKED BITCH!!

Fat Tony: That was un by God believable!!!

“The referee hands Al Envy now his PCW Southern Championship as he continues to stand over the now unconcious Ophelia Pain.”

Taylor Davis: HERE IS YOUR WINNER…AND NNNEEEWWWW PCW SOUTHERN CHAMPION THE “SHOW STEALER” AALL EEEENNNVVYYY!!!

Fat Tony: By God he did it!! But let me tell you folks Ophelia Pain proves she belonge in his league!! She by God damned killed herself to keep that belt.

“Al continues to stare at his beaten foe then looks at his new prize. He raises I in the air as the crowd erupts in a mixed reaction.”

WINNER BY PINFALL AL ENVY

[Ryan Pugh]

“Due to the stipulation of the match the crowd turns towards the entrance and sees two referees bringing out a tattoo chair being followed by an artist.”

Fat Tony: Now it’s time for Ophelia to be further humiliated. She has to get tatted!

Chris Styles: You won’t believe what Al has planned for her! She will never be allowed to show her face ever again.

“The group with the chair arrives to ringside and the referees enter into the ring. They grab and assist the out of it former champ and drag her to the outside. All Envy does is walk around the ring as he watches them sit Ophelia Pain into the chair.”

Fat Tony: They have placed the former PCW Southern Title holder into this chair. She is strapped in and they all look at Envy for instruction. Come on Al let’s get this over with.

Chris Styles: I don’t feel sorry for her. She asked for this. She didn’t listen to Al Envy! He told her what was going to happen.

“Al Envy joins the men outside of the ring and he walks up to Ophelia and stares at her rubbing the title in her face. All of a sudden he knocks out the referees with the title, kicks the tattoo artist in the stomach and drives him head first into the security gates.”

Fat Tony: What is he doing?

“Al walks back over to Ophelia and smiles at her. He then proceeds to unfasten Ophelia from the chair and throws her back in the ring.He then enters it and stalk his former girlfriend.”

Fat Tony: What is he doing?

“Al walks to the corner of the apron and unfastens a piece of tape off the post. He reveals it to be a blade about two inches in length.”

Fat Tony: Hey this isn’t a part of the match. WHAT IS HE DOING!!

“Everyone in the place sees what he has in mind as he screams the word CUNT at her. He grabs her and is about to touch the blade to her forearm but then the place explodes as Tommy Kain runs to her rescue. He fights off Al and throws him into the ropes but gets a Syck Kyck for his heroic efforts.”

Chris Styles: When is this idiot going to learn his lesson?!

“Al goes back to attempt his work but then the lights go out and all of a sudden…



“The crowd goes crazy as Adrien Specter appears on the ramp causing Al Envy to stop and stare at him.”

Fat Tony: ITS SPECTER!!!!! SPECTER!!! Is this Ophelia’s insurance policy!!??

Chris Styles: WHAT IS HE DOING HERE!!??

“Specter runs into the ring and starts fighting with Al Envy. After a few traded shots Specter gets the upper hand and goes for a knockout blow, but Envy ducks and leaves the ring under the bottom rope cusing the crowd to boo.”

Fat Tony: Thank God for Adrien Specter!!

Chris Styles: he has no business here!! He is in NEW!!

Fat Tony: Well hell Al has been in NEW uninvited. Eye for an eye man!

Chris Styles: Yeah but Envy’s entertaining!!!

“Al backs away from the ring and holds up his Southern title belt as Specter, the recovered Tommy Kain and some emt’s check on Ophelia Pain in the ring.”

[Ryan Pugh]

Taylor Davis: The following contest is an Insane Rules match, and it is for the Insane Rules Championship!

Fat Tony: Well this next match-up looks to be an intense fight to say the least.

Chris Styles: And we get to witness the cRu once again showing their domination in the ring as they take home yet ANOTHER belt…

Taylor Davis: First, making his way to the ring, the challenger. He weighed in this morning at 310bs. Representing the cRu, is he “The Monster” Hazard!”



The arena lights dim to such a degree that it's nearly pitch black in the arena. Suddenly, a sole red spotlight shines down at the ringside area and slowly ascends up to the entrance ramp as Bolt Thrower's "4th Crusade" begins over the speakers. A few moments pass as up on the big screen, the question "Do you fear Death?" burns into the picture. Following this, the spotlight starts to pulsate just in front of the curtains as Hazard slowly steps out, soaking in a massive chorus of boos from the audience. He doesn't react to it at all, but instead, cracks his neck and then his knuckles before walking down the aisle. Spaz just a couple feet behind him.

The entire duration of the walk, the pulsating light continues to follow them both down to the ringside as they make their way into the ring. Afterwards, the crimson red light expands throughout the entire arena as Hazard is now in the middle of the ring. His jet black hair blocking his facial expression to the roaring crowd and their boos. The lights turn back to normal once more as Haz can be seen cracking each of his knuckles individually while Spaz lies on the top rope, his legs sprawled out in a rather awkward position only made worse by the fact that his loin cloth is a wee bit too small.

"4th Crusade" by Bolt Thrower finally ends but the boos do not as Hazard stands there, without a hint of emotion or reaction to what's going on. Only wanting to hear the sound of the bell so he can turn the ring into his battlefield.

Fat Tony: The monster of PCW making his presence known since his debut two weeks ago, by coming out and attacking out Insane Rulez champion, before joining forces with Inkt last week to get a win over Ophelia Pain and Alexander Koresh.

Chris Styles: Yet another win for the cRu last week…

Fat Tony: But Hazard comes out here tonight not only with Redrum, but without Doctor’s consent as he only just had heart surgery a few weeks ago!

Chris Styles: What do Doctor’s know? They say 8 Balls are bad for me, but that’s when THA CHEETA COMES ALIVE!

Taylor Davis: And finally, making his way to the ring. He hails from Upstate, New York, weighing in at 259lbs. He is the current reigning and defending Insane Rulez Champion, he is “Mr. Homicide” Redrum!



As “Thunder Kiss ‘65” by White Zombie, the Insane Rulez Champ walks out from the back, belt hanging over his shoulder. Quickly, he drops the belt before he comes charging into the ring, swinging punches at Haz, who retaliates with his own, as their pair go back and forth knocking each other senseless. The referee eventually splits them up.

Fat Tony: And Redrum just can’t wait to get his hands on Hazard tonight!

Chris Styles: And that’s where he’s gonna fuck up! He comes in charging, and Haz is just gonna knock him over like a bulldozer.

Redrum feints towards Hazard, who immediately takes a step back and adopts a defensive stance. Redrum nods, then makes his way to a neutral corner to wait for the bell. The referee signals for it, and the two men walk toward each other. Hazard holds his arms out for a lockup, and Redrum obliges. The smaller man quickly gains the advantage with a kick to the midsection, then follows up with a knee lift, knocking Hazard to the mat. Redrum bends down to grab Hazard by the head, but Hazard catches him completely unawares with a small package. The referee goes for the pin………..Redrum kicks out on one and gets quickly to his feet, clearly surprised. Wasting no time, he runs toward Hazard, who catches him with a Japanese arm drag, taking him down to the mat. As Redrum pops up, Hazard nails him flush in the face with a dropkick. Redrum, stunned, rolls to the outside for a moment to regain his bearings and tries to figure out what is going wrong.

Fat Tony: Come on Redrum, show us the stuff that you keep telling us you can do!!!!

With that settled, Redrum jumps onto the ring apron. Hazard, who has been watching him patiently, jerks the ring ropes, flipping Redrum into the ring. As Redrum gets back up, Hazard hooks him up and takes him down with a snap suplex. Hazard floats over and cranks on Redrum's neck. He brings Redrum up again, but Redrum uses his savvy to hit the devastating Lucha-libre eye poke, regaining the advantage. He then drop-toe-holds Hazard into the mat and slides up into a side headlock. Redrum grounds the hold in, but Hazard fights to his feet and drops Redrum with a belly-to-back suplex. With Redrum down, Hazard runs into the ropes and comes off with a leg drop, which he follows up with another leg drop.

Chris Styles: Damn this is brutal.

Hazard brings Redrum up again and goes behind him, looking to hit a German suplex, but Redrum immediately counters out of it with a series of back elbows to the head, knocking Hazard back and stunning him. Redrum bounces off the ropes and comes off with a leaping leg lariat, knocking Hazard to the mat. Redrum then drops down on top of Hazard and begins raining punches to the face before the referee forces him to break it up at the count of four. Redrum brings Hazard back up and whips him hard across the ring into a corner. Redrum then charges in and leaps high in the air and lands with a Splash, driving himself into Hazard . Hazard collapses out of the corner, and Redrum rolls out of the ring pulling Hazard out by his feet.

Fat Tony: Oh here we go, here we go, lets get violent!!!!!

Hazard then muscles himself to his feet and turns towards Redrum. The crowd cheers Redrum on as Hazard makes his way over to Redrum. Redrum head butts Hazard unexpectedly to a HUGE pop from the crowd! Hazard staggers backwards, as Redrum bounces off the ring barrier and attempts a Roaring Elbow. Hazard ducks it, and he nails Redrum in the jaw with a forearm, the smaller man moves back a few feet as Hazard bounces off the barrier for momentum, and he nails Redrum in the jaw with a spinning forearm. Hazard reaches out under the ring and comes out with a chair.

Fat Tony: Here we go, again.......

He slams the chair into the back of Redrum's head, who totally ignores it and turns abruptly to his opponent. He pulls the chair away from the shocked Hazard and hits him straight between the eyes with it, busting him open. Redrum kicks Hazard between the legs and drops the chair. Redrum laughs as he DDT's Hazard onto the chair knocking him out. Redrum shakes his head as he pulls the groggy Hazard up to his feet. He nails him with a kick to the gut, and then clubs him across his back sending him down. He stomps on Hazard a few times before pulling him back up to his feet. He kicks him in the gut and then delivers a violent Gut-wrench Power bomb. He arrogantly shouts at Hazard to quit but Hazard just flips him the bird. He can't believe it, he starts shouting abuse at the referee putting his finger in the officials face. He nods and turns back to Hazard, he pulls him up, suddenly Hazard pounces on him and then starts to bite his face.

Chris Styles: Owww!!!!!!

The official and Redrum eventually manages to pull him off of Redrum's face, and then checks his head, where he now has a small chunk of his flesh missing. Hazard spits something out and smiles. Redrum just loses it and charges straight in with right hands, knocking him closer to the barrier. He kicks him in the gut and then delivers a Double Arm DDT. Redrum then sits on Hazard from behind and then grabs him around the waist and uses all his strength to hoist Hazard up and over for a German Suplex. Hazard is perilously close to the metal ramp way. Redrum has had enough and mounts Hazard and begins to pound him with right hands, then starts to choke him, and only stops because the referee, pulls him off. Redrum is angry with the referee, but quickly turns his attention back to Hazard, who is trying to get to his feet. Redrum hooks him up in a front face lock, then signalling to the crowd as he delivers a Brain buster. He shouts at the referee to ask him. But Hazard manages to flip him the bird once again.

Fat Tony: This is going to get even more brutal before the nights out.

Chris Styles: These guys won't give up.......

He rolls Hazard back into the ring. He hits him with the Homicide Heave.

Chris Styles: He can’t win.

Redrum rolls Hazard up…………….1.………………..2.…………………..Kick out!

Fat Tony: Close call.

Inkt comes running down the ramp way and rolls into the ring. And clotheslines Redrum down to the mat. He mounts Redrum and starts pummelling him. Hazard picks up the championship belt and starts to whip him with it. Hazard rolls Redrum out of the ring and follows after him. The referee starts to shout at Inkt to get out.

The big screen comes to life. Static fills the screen.

Fat Tony: Oh shit, you know who this is don't you?

Chris Styles: Yeah, he did should be getting ready for his match for the World title later.

Suddenly the screen seems to clear, what looks like the moon appears on it.

Chris Styles: He’s gonna be killed by the cRu in the ring.

It’s not the moon at all, they realizes. The shape is round like a full moon, but it seems to be made up of thin ribbons of cloud streaking against a night sky. And there’s a face, we see, a face hidden in shadows, looking down from above. The picture has a grainy look to it as it changes. The scene is of a young girl sitting in a chair in a straight-jacket behind her stood to her left is a Doctor. The nerve-wracking grating as if of some giant metallic insect sounds in the background, but the young girl doesn’t seem to notice. The Doctor stood to the left of the girl suddenly changes position from the left part of the picture, to the right. Almost instantly the Doctor returns to its original position, but in that one moment in its changed location we see a huge man with a shadow covering his face. The young girl turns towards where that figure stood, and smiles.

Chris Styles: This ring entrance is longer than some matches.

The screen next becomes a twitching, undulating impenetrable sea of the kanji characters used in the Japanese language. The viewers can pick out only two things recognizable in English :

"Revenge" "Demon"

Now the screen is awash in people, crawling, scrabbling, shambling masses, some of them moving in reverse. A sound like moaning accompanies them. The picture switches again. A figure stands upon a shore, its face shrouded. It points accusingly, not towards the screen, but at something unseen off to one side. The insect-like screeching sounds louder.

Chris Styles: But who's he after?

Fat Tony: What? Unless he’s rejoining the cRu?

On the big screen is a close up on inhuman, alien-looking eye. Inside that eye a single word is reflected in reverse: Pain. The eye blinks once, twice. The word remains. It changes and we see a long shot of an outdoor, swimming pool, the man with the shadows for a face is swimming in it and the straight jacket young girl sits by it. Sudden Korn's "Narcissistic Cannibal" starts to blare around the arena as the crowds jump from the shock as pyros explode. The whole entrance way bursts into flames. The cameras from around the arena pick out people in the crowd. As they realize there on the screen they hold there signs higher. Strobes cut around the arena as red smoke billows up from underneath the gratings on the ramp way.



A figure strides through the curtain and looks at the fans with a look of disdain in his eyes. He looks down at the Inkt and Hazard destroying Redrum in the ring and a sly smile crosses his face. Thick gleaming biceps protrude from his armless leather trench coat, under which we see a "FYK" t-shirt. Legs straight and slightly apart. His eyes, dark, deep with the reflection of the sinners burning within them. Then raising his arms outstretched in an age-old gesture of defiance and supremacy as phosphorus flames blast in twin columns either side of his towards the roof.

Hazard is up first, upon seeing Alexander Koresh arrive. Now it is a new match. Redrum knows he has to make the first move and he does. Thinking quickly he baseball slides into the ring steps in front of him, sending them right into Hazard's legs and wiping him out again. The fans really start cheering on Redrum as he punishes Hazard, but Redrum isn‘t listening. In fact, he's begging for more. Redrum closes in on Hazard. He tosses the ring steps aside and steps over Hazard's chest. Redrum starts laying in some hard right hands to Hazard. One, after another, after another until Redrum pulls his hand back and looks at it. There is blood on it, but not his. Redrum turns his attention to Hazard's face, blood there too. Redrum smiles and licks the blood from his fingers. The fans react to this with an eruption of cheering towards him.

Chris Styles: He's stooping to Hazard's sadistic ways.

Alexander Koresh slowly walks down to the ringside.

Chris Styles: What's he want?

Fat Tony: Don't know, go and ask him.

Redrum rolls Hazard back into the ring and shouts at the referee to ask him. Hazard once again flips him the bird. Redrum's face is overcome with shock as Hazard doesn't quit and then rolls out of the ring. Hazard is leaning on the apron outside, panting heavily and clenching his leg. Redrum bounces off the ropes and comes right for Hazard. He goes for a dropkick through the ropes, but Hazard dodges it and used Redrum's momentum to send him feet first into the guard wall. Hazard rolls back into the ring and pulls himself up into a corner. He stands there waiting for Redrum to return and using the time to regain his wind. The plan is good, but Hazard just doesn't have the patience for it. He doesn't wait for Redrum to get back into the ring and, in fact, rolls to the outside to get him instead. Hazard grabs Redrum by his back and spins him around, tossing him right into the ring. Hazard then rolls under the ropes. He get up and grabs Redrum by his hair, and as he is pulling Redrum to his feet Redrum smacks Hazard right in the face with a lead pipe. As Hazard falls backwards, Alexander grabs a foot making Redrum turn around.

Chris Styles: What?

Fat Tony: Alex's is getting involved?

Hazard looks confused but sees the advantage and locks in a sleeper hold. But Redrum breaks free by using the lead pipe knocking Hazard down to the mat. He rolls Hazard up and goes for the pin…………..1.…………….2.………………3!!

Chris Styles: What the hell?

Inkt’s confused too, he rolls into the ring and starts to lay in the boot to Redrum. Alexander Koresh rolls into the ring and stands behind Inkt. The crowd goes quiet as Inkt slowly turns around to be met with a huge Meltdown slamming him hard onto the mat.

Fat Tony: What?

Alex pulls up Hazard by the hair, shouting abuse at him as he slaps his bloody face as Redrum slowly makes his way to his feet. Seeing Alexander shouting at Hazard he picks up the lead pipe. He stalks towards Alexander who sees him coming and throws Hazard back down. They look at each other for a second before suddenly turning and kicking both of the downed cRu members in unison.

Chris Styles: What? What the hell is going on here? Rum and Koresh helping each other out?

Redrum and Alexander Koresh both stand over the downed cRu members and raise there hands above them as the pyros explode behind them.

Fat Tony: Oh the cRu are screwed if these two are on the same page.

Chris Styles: Shut it.

[Ryan Pugh]

~*~ 4:19 ~*~
-GoT-
-A-
-MiNuTe?!?-
-Flashes over the titantron, as green smoke begins to fill the entry way. The arena goes completely black. And then...

~ExPLoSiOn~

-Looking Back At Me-
-I See That I Never Really Got It Right-
- I Never Stopped To Think Of You-
-I’m Always Wrapped Up In Things I Cannot Win-
-You Are The Antidote That Gets Me By-
- Something Strong Like A Drug That Gets Me-
-H.I.G.H.-

"Cold" by Crossfade plays over the loud speaker as out struts the Paragona of Americana , LA Johnny Stylez. Stylez moves with the rhythm of the music while yelling at the crowd. Naturally Stylez is met with a course of boos so loud that it almost shakes the arena. Stylez is dressed in a pair of baggy cargo pants and he is wearing a P.o.P T-shirt Outsider’s style. On the front of the shirt is P.o.P in white bold letters with (Players of Perfection) written in captions. Stylez is wearing a pair of silver oakleys and he has a cigarette hanging from his lips. After dancing to his music and taunting the fans, Stylez makes his way down the ramp.

-What I Really Meant To Say-
-Is That I’m Sorry For The Way-
-I AM-
-NeVeR MeAnT To Be-
-So Cold-

Stylez arrogantly struts to the ring, stopping to blow smoke in the face of a few fans sitting front row. Stylez then puts his cigarette out, and slides in the ring on his stomach. He then shoots up and immediately begins talking trash to the fans, who are letting him have it. Stylez walks up to the ring announcer and playfully slaps them over the head a few times, before walking over to the turnbuckle and laying across it pretending to fall asleep as he awaits his opponent.


Alexander shoves his way out of the curtains with authority, striding quickly down the entrance ramp with a pace that was unusual for him. Emily follows closely behind. Alex glances sharply from left to right, then slides into the ring and paces around with a tense look in his eyes.



The sound of a vintage picture reel began to click and pop, the screen illuminating up counting down like a picture show. The pops, scratches, nicks and debris covered the screen, the numbers counting down, 5...4....3....2....1....as the reel continued, the melodic guitar riffs of “Zombie” began to chime and pulse through the arena. On the screen, a barrage of action shots from Apathy's career, centered and fixated, like an old film would. As the arena went down, red and white lights bathing the fans in a sea of color, Apathy emerged, arms held high, a smirk on her face, the boos chorusing from the rafters to the front row. Eyes closed, she sucked it all in, as the enchanting voice of Taylor Momsen filled the spaces.

#I'm not listening to you
#I am wandering right through existance
#With no purpose and no drive
#'Cause in the end we're all alive, alive

#Two thousand years I've been awake
#Waiting for the day to shake

She took her time down the ramp, egging on those who stood opposing her and spouting off insults of her own, laughing at the crowds and waving them off, dismissively. She rolled into the ring, and ran to the far corner, thrusting her fist into the air and sending a hand sign with her free hand, to her daughter at home.

#To all of you who've wronged me
#I am, I am a zombie
#Again, again you want me to fall on my head
#I am, I am, I am a zombie
#How low, how low, how low will you push me
#To go, to go, to go, before I lay, lay down dead

With the crowd throwing some debris in the ring, she hopped down the turnbuckle and ran to the other on the far side, again throwing her fists into the air, a smug, cocky, careless look on her face, taunting at the crowd, working them up.

#Blow the smoke right off the tube
#Kiss my gentle burning bruise
#I'm lost in time
#And to all the people left behind
#You are walking dumb and blind, blind

#And two thousand years I've been awake
#Waiting for the day to shake

With all three in the ring we cut to Taylor Davis for the big introductions.....

Taylor Davis: The following is your XXXmas main event of the evening. The match is for the PCW World Heavyweight Championship and will be contested under Anything Goes rules with the first person to score a pinfall or submission will be declared the PCW World Heavyweight Champion! Introducing first in the corner to my right, she weighed in tonight at 165 pounds and comes to us from the capital of the South, Atlanta, Georgia. She is the "Femme Dynasty" This is APATHY!!!!!!

The crowd pops big for Apathy as she gives a little wave to the crowd without taking her eyes off of Johnny Stylez and the World title.

Taylor Davis: Introducing next in the corner to my left, he weighed in tonight at 290 pounds and hails from Abilene, Texas. "The Sadistic Bastard" himself, THIS IS ALEXANDER KORESH!!!!!!

Koresh does not move as the crowd goes nuts for him. He stay stoic and statue like and continues his trance on the man known as Johnny Stylez.

Taylor Davis: And finally standing right in front of me, he is the reigning and defending PCW Heavyweight Champion of the World. From Baton Rouge, Louisiana, The Paragona of Americana, the Don of Disrespect, the one and the only, LA JOHNNY STYLEZ!!!!!!!!!!

Stylez smirks as he lifts his title high in the air and the crowd jumps his case with a vengeance. Stylez doesn't have much time to showboat however as Koresh comes out of the corner and levels him with a stiff clothesline that almost takes his head off!

[DING DING]

Fat Tony: Koresh didn't even wait for the bell and we are under way and I have to tell you Chris, this does not look good for the champ.

Chris Styles: You think? This is a damn handicap match and that damn Apathy with all her lies has Koresh seeing blood right now!

Fat Tony: What do you mean with all her lies?

Chris Styles: She told Koresh that Stylez raped her

Fat Tony: And you think that is a lie?

Chris Styles: Of course it is, look at the Paragona of Americana, who wouldn't want to bang that son?

Fat Tony: Right.......Anyway back to the match we go and Koresh is giving it to Stylez early here

Chris Styles: And that little tramp Apathy is just standing there and letting him do it. This is so wrong, this is why a women should never have any power in this world. Just stay home and fix me a sammich!

Fat Tony: Real nice Chris.....

Koresh is on fire as he throws right hand after right hand to the champ. Apathy is statue like as she watches on from the corner. Stylez tries to fight it off and get away from Koresh but Alex grabs the boot of Stylez and pulls him right back into the center of the ring. Koresh now takes a big hunk out of the leg of Stylez as he bites him right on the calf! Stylez is screaming in pain as Koresh spits the hunk of flesh to ringside. Stylez is now sitting up holding his leg and leaves himself wide open for a massive headbutt from Koresh! Stylez is now pleading with Apathy to help him as Koresh continues to stalk the champ.

Chris Styles: That sick fucker just bite the champ, he should be disqualified right now!

Fat Tony: That is not going to happen Chris and as a matter of fact I have just been handed a note that if anyone and I mean ANYONE comes out to get involved in this match they will be fired on the spot and that includes both Ryan and Sarah Pugh!

Chris Styles: Well that is just plain dumb right there!

Fat Tony: Wait is Apathy stopping Koresh?

Chris Styles: SHE IS SHE IS! Oh I told you she was a liar!!!

Apathy slowly makes her way out of the corner as she motions for Koresh to back off and steps between he and Stylez. Apathy now turns around to face Stylez who is smiling. Apathy's smile quickly goes away and she rares back and slaps the taste right out of Stylez mouth! Johnny is still on his knees and reeling from the slap when Apathy hits a huge kick right to the back of his head that puts him face first on the mat. Apathy rolls Stylez over and hooks his leg for the pin but Koresh quickly steps in and pulls her off of him and now the two are standing face to face.

Fat Tony: Could it break down right here between Apathy and Koresh?

Chris Styles: She is a liar, that is what they do, don't turn around Alex, she will stab you in the back man!

Fat Tony: Oh come off it would you. This match is for the World title, the biggest prize in our business today. It would be moronic to think that both Koresh and Apathy wouldn't want to win this match.

Chris Styles: But they cant both win and that is where this is going to get interesting and Stylez is going to keep it. Watch I promise you that is what will happen.

Apathy points to Stylez who is getting up and urges Koresh to work with her to take him out. Koresh doesn't say anything or agree in anyway, he just turns and puts his boot into the face of Johnny Stylez! Koresh grabs Stylez by the head and pulls him into a hanging brain buster that almost knocks him out cold! Stylez tries to get up but while on his knees, Apathy has a full head of steam and fires off a shinning wizard performed to perfection and Stylez eats the mat again!

Fat Tony: If this keeps up, it will end up one on one and we will have a new PCW World champion

Chris Styles: Don't count Johnny out just yet, he ain't the best in the game for nothing partner

Koresh pulls the limp body of Stylez up to his feet and sends him into the ropes. Koresh goes for a clothesline but Stylez ducks under it, only to get meet with a super kick from Apathy! Apathy once again drops down for the pin and once again Koresh puts an end to it. This time Apathy pushes Koresh in the chest and drops down for another pin. Once again Koresh grabs Apathy by the boot and just yanks her off of Stylez! Apathy gets up and is all in the face of Koresh before she slaps him!

Fat Tony: Oh this just got interesting Chris

Chris Styles: Hell she didn't even wait until he turned around, Apathy has balls it seems

Koresh takes a step back and shakes his head. Apathy turns back but Stylez has fallen out of the ring and to the floor to get a breather. Apathy turns back to Koresh and tells him to go after Stylez but he doesn't move. Apathy once again pushes the monster and then slaps the hell out of him again. Koresh this time throws his arm up and grabs Apathy around the throat and you can see the fire in his eyes. Stylez however is back in the ring and nails Koresh right in the side of the face with a massive super kick! Stylez now kicks Koresh in the gut and hits him with and x factor!

Fat Tony: Johnny is back in the game but what is going to happen between him and Apathy now?

Chris Styles: Whatever he wants, that's what

Stylez is now holding the back of his head as he tells Apathy to go after Koresh. Apathy looks into the crowd and then responds as she spins around and nails Stylez with a roaring elbow to the temple! Apathy now has Stylez hooked for a DDT but Johnny fights out of it and pushes her off. Koresh is back up and goes for a big boot but Stylez ducks and Koresh nails Apathy right in the face with his massive boot! Apathy goes down and Koresh looks down on his accidentally handy work. Stylez pops back into the picture as he hits a back stabber perfectly on Koresh!

Chris Styles: GO FOR THE PIN JOHNNY

Stylez hooks the leg of Koresh as the ref counts

1.....
2.....
KICKOUT!

Fat Tony: Koresh got the shoulder up and that may have been Johnny's best chance right there

Koresh fights his way up to his feet as Johnny hits him in the gut with a kick. Stylez springs off the ropes and then hits a swinging neck breaker to Koresh. Stylez now quickly hits the ropes and drops a quick leg drop to Koresh and goes for a quick pin but Koresh gets out at one. Stylez is up but turns into a dropkick to the knee from Apathy who is back in the game. Stylez goes down to his knees and Koresh hits the ropes and delivers a giant boot right to the face of Stylez! Now Koresh and Apathy are once again the two standing.

Chris Styles: This is crap, they need to fight already, this is not fair!

Apathy motions for Koresh to do something as she goes out to the apron. Koresh picks Stylez up and goes for a choke slam but Stylez counters with a series of back elbows. Apathy now springboards off the top rope for a drop kick but Stylez falls down out of the way and she nails Koresh with the drop kick. Koresh goes flying out of the ring and through the middle rope to the floor. Stylez comes up behind Apathy and is looking for the Insult to Injury but Apathy counters! Stylez gets caught and Apathy lands her signature spike DDT!

Fat Tony: AFFLICTION!!!! AFFLICTION!!!! WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A NEW WORLD CHAMP!!!

Koresh has returned to the ring and has a chair in his hand as Apathy turns to look at him. She is telling him to hit her, almost begging him but Koresh looks hesitant. Finally Koresh throws down the chair and walks right by Apathy to pick Stylez back up. Koresh lifts Stylez up in a suplex but then spins him and comes down in somewhat of a power slam type move!

Chris Styles: BURNING HEAT TO STYLEZ! THIS IS NOT GOOD!

Koresh stands up and turns around to be surprised with a boot to the gut from Apathy and then she hits the Affliction DDT on Koresh as his head bounces off the chair he brought in the ring!

Fat Tony: APATHY IS GOING TO DO IT! SHE IS GOING TO WIN THIS ONE!

Apathy is standing strong with both Koresh and Stylez down but out of nowhere she drops to her knees. Apathy grabs the back of her head and you can see the tears in her eyes as she begins to shake and then finally collapses on the mat still shaking. The EMT's rush down to the ring to help her and Stylez is just now getting up and you can actually see worry in his eyes as he looks over at Apathy.

Chris Styles: What the hell just happened? No one even touched her Tony

Fat Tony: I don't know but this looks serious, even Johnny is worried and he never gives a shit

The EMT's strap Apathy to the board and begin to take her up the ramp and to the back. Stylez worry quickly turns to a smile as he looks over at Koresh who is just getting to his feet. Stylez picks up the chair and smashes it over the head of Koresh! Stylez quickly drops down for the pin but before he can even get a one count......

Chris Styles: IS THAT AURORA DEADWOOD??!!!!

Fat Tony: IT IS, AND ROE HAS A PROTECTIVE MASK ON!

Chris Styles: THEY JUST KEEP TRYING TO SCREW STYLEZ! ITS NOT RIGHT!

Roe leaps into the ring and has a bottle of Jack in her hand. Stylez has a look of disbelief on his face as he comes face to face with the women he put on the shelf. Stylez is waving her off but Roe is not having it as she nails Johnny with a kick right to the downstairs! Johnny hits his knees and Roe lets him have it as she smashes the bottle right across his face!!!!!!!

Fat Tony: OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Koresh looks over at the love of his life who is yelling at him to pin Stylez. Koresh crawls over for the pin but out of the back comes Ryan Pugh! Pugh storms the ring and breaks the pin attempt my Koresh. Pugh and Roe are now face to face and Roe takes a swing but Pugh ducks and tackles her as the two go through the ropes and to the outside. Koresh and Stylez are both on their feet and wobbling kind of. Pugh fights off Roe long enough to throw a chair into the ring to his partner Stylez. Koresh has got the other chair. Stylez nails Koresh like a railroad spike with the chair but Koresh doesn't go down. Koresh returns the favor as he nails Stylez right in the face with the chair but Stylez somehow stays on his feet.

Chris Styles: This is freaking crazy right now

Fat Tony: And Roe and Pugh are going at it right now out here right in front of us.

Koresh out of nowhere nails Stylez with the Meltdown and Stylez is forced down right on the chair!!!! Stylez however rolls out of the ring after the move and forces Koresh to have to go out to the floor to go after him and the win. Koresh gets to the floor but before he can go for the pin, Pugh nails Koresh out of the blue with a massive pump kick!!!!!!!! Roe comes up behind Pugh and shoves him up and over the guard rail and into the crowd. Koresh and Stylez are both knocked out cold when the roof is blown off by the crowd.

Chris Styles: ITS APATHY!!!!!!! APATHY IS BACK!!!!!!

Fat Tony: WHAT IS GOING ON RIGHT NOW?!

Apathy comes sprinting down the aisle and around the ring as she looks at the lifeless bodies of both Johnny and Koresh. Apathy jumps on the prone body of Koresh as the ref goes down for the count.

1.......

Chris Styles: NOT LIKE THIS

2..........

Fat Tony: CAN SHE DO IT?

..........3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chris Styles: NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Taylor Davis: Your winner and the NEW PCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, APATHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The crowd is going absolutely ape shit as the ref hands Apathy the World title and she falls back and begins to cry as she clutches the title. The last image of XXXmas is both Stylez and Koresh barely sitting up as they both look at Apathy with confusion as Apathy just hugs her new title.