World War X 2012

[Roger Wright]

Pyro's go off as the camera scans around the island of Alcatraz, zooming through the halls of the prison finally settling ont he double ring set up for the World War X pay per view. The fans stand around the guard rails cheering as a video package plays on giant screen.

Fat Tony: Welcome everyone to World War X, presented by Pugh Championship Wrestling and New Edge Wrestling. To my right is Vince Walters.

Vince Walters: Thanks Tony, and this should be one hell of a show. We have what might be the biggest match in the history of wrestling taking place in the main event, and some of the best NEW vs PCW matches one could find.

Fat Tony: And a rotating plethora of announcers to go along with it. If you ever wanted to know what would happen when the annoucners of the two shows rotated, then you are about to have that dream come true tonight.

Vince Walters: That's right and with out further ado, the first match of the night is going to be under way shortly.

[Roger Wright]

Fat Tony: Well here we go Vince, Devin Stone and Adrien Specter going head to head in this one. Real big opportunity for Devin, a win can really push him up the card in PCW.

Vince Walters: Devin Stone? The same guy that used to wrestle in the NEW years ago?

Fat Tony: The one and the same. He has come over to PCW and has really been trying to make a splash.

Vince Walters: Why did I draw the shitty matches when we pulled straws back stage?

Fat Tony: What?

Vince Walters: Nevermind, let’s just get this snoozefest underway!



"My World" by Brand New Sin begins to play and out comes Devin Stone to the boos of the audience. He breathes in the hatred they have for him and he loves it. He walks down to the ring with his gaze locked on the ring, reaching it and stepping inside where he waits for his upcoming victim.

Taylor Davis: The following Contest is schedule for one fall, introducing first, representing the PCW!!!! DEVIN STONE!!!!!



Adrien walks out from the back as the crowd welcomes him warmly. He makes his way down to the ring, before climbing into the ring and raising his arm to the crowd in acknowledgement. Slowly, he climbs up on the turnbuckle, before seating himself upon it, and waiting for his opponent to come to the ring.

Tom Davis: And his opponent, representing the NEW!!!! ADRIEN SPECTER!!!!!

Fat Tony: Well here we go with another NEW vs PCW match as is the them with this Pay Per View. I for one have been quite impressed and really like the way it is building all to the final showdown of the night.

Vince Walters: Impressed? Jesus about the only thing I have enjoyed is the women, and there hasn’t been enough of the hot girl on girl action here tonight!

Locking up in the middle of the ring, Stone takes the early advantage with a hammerlock, but Specter counters, only to have stone twist out and drop him with a brutal short arm clothesline. But Specter bounces up rather, only to catch a boot to the face from Stone, Specter rolling out of the ring in response, shaking the cob webs from his head as he does so. Following him outside, Stone grabs Specter by the arm and slings him back first into the guardrail around the ring. As he moves in, Specter kicks his feet up striking Stone in the face, a series of left’s and right’s following, driving Stone backwards, and finally Specter wraps his arms around the waist of Stone, driving the small of his back into the ring apron.

Fat Tony: And just like that the momentum in this one may have changed. Stone seemed to be using his size and strength to work over Specter, but Specter has rebounded and managed to use his speed to shock Devin.

Vince Walters: Specter’s beating up who?

Fat Tony: Are you even paying attention?

Vince Walters: Hell yeah I am, who wouldn’t be paying attention to that woman right there in the front row.

Rolling under the bottom rope, Specter breaks the ten count and rolls back out. As Devin pulls himself up, Specter delivers a series of kicks to the mans mid section, Stone grimacing with each blow, but continuing to rise. Finally grabbing one of the kicks and leg screwing Specter to the ground, the man bouncing to his feet and charging Stone, but Stone lifts him into the air and slams him back first to the ground with a brutal spine buster.

Fat Tony: And there is that strength and Tenacity, brigning Stone back into this match, and possibly taking Specter completely out of it.

Vince Walters: Yeah baby, oh yeah, dirty things girl, dirty things!

Fat Tony: Vince! What the hell are you doing?

Vince Walters: Huh? Oh yeah, definitely, great match so far, really great!

Lifting Specter to his feet, Stone rolls the man into the ring and follows him in shortly there after, taking a hold of Specter as he tries to get back to his feet. Dropping Specter down with a brutal back body drop, Devin covers the man and hooks the leg.
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Specter gets the shoulder up just in the nick of time, and Stone pulls him straight to his feet as he himself rises. Taking Specter’s free arm, Stone slings the man into the corner and takes charger after him. But Specter leaps over the top rope, Stone slamming chest first into the top turnbuckle.

Fat Tony: Great escape there by Specter, and Stone looks like he is reeling right now after slamming chest first at full steam into that turnbuckle.

Vince Walters: Let me get them digits baby!

Fat Tony: Vince, pay attention to the damn match and not the woman in the front row.

Vince Walters: Yeah, got it, great match, great action!

As Devin stumbles away from the corner, Specter uses the top rope as a spring board and snatches Devin around the neck, hitting a spinning DDT on the man in the middle of the ring. Flipping him over Specter goes for the quick pin.
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But Stone gets the shoulder up at the last possible minute. Leaping to his feet, Specter takes off across the ring and leaps onto the ropes, spring boarding off and landing atop of stone after a spring board moonsault. Again he hooks the leg for the pin.
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Once more Devin gets the shoulder up.

Fat Tony: Man that was close, and I swore it was over.

Vince Walters: Hell yeah! Just got them digits Fat Tony, and someone is gonna get some tonight!

Fat Tony: You do realize that isn’t a woman right Vince.

Vince Walters: Your just jealous.

Fat Tony: No she has a damn Adam’s apple, big one too!

Slinging Stone across the ring, Specter drops his head, but Stone screaches to a halt, kicking the man in the face, Specter rising at the blow. Grabbing him, Stone hooks Specter and delivers a brutal sit out gut wrench power bomb, quickly scrambling over for the pin on Specter.
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But Specter gets the shoulder up, much to the aggravation of Devin Stone. Slamming his fist against the matt, Stone pulls Specter to his feet and slams the mans head between his legs, setting up for The After Thought. But as he lifts Specter, the man twists out of the move, instead somehow managing to drop kick Stone, sending the man flipping over the top rope and tumbling to the outside of the ring.

Fat Tony: Holy cow, what a counter that was, I don’t even know how he got the leverage to pull that off, but it was damn effective.

Vince Walters: Come on, that isn’t a man, you’re just jealous!

Fat Tony: It’s a man, now do your damn job and add to the commentary.

Taking off across the ring, Specter flings himself over the top rope, slamming chest first into Devin Stone as the man turns back to the ring after getting his bearings back. Rolling out of the move, Specter takes off up the steps and runs across the apron, leaping off and hitting a Front 360 splash on Stone.

Fat Tony: Damn he is moving like a freaking cat in there.

Vince Walters: Yeah, like a cat, I want to pet her cat!

Fat Tony: Christ, your worse that Styles, for Christ’s sake I would rather be sitting out here with him right now!

Vince Walters: Jesse doesn’t work here anymore.

Fat Tony: Never mind, just never mind.

Rolling inside the ring, Specter waits as Stone pulls himself to his feet, and slowly climbs onto the apron with the use of the ropes, then Specter takes off, running up the ropes in the corner and leaping off, grabbing Stone as the man is half through the ropes and bulldogging him into the ring, rolling him over and going for the pin.
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But Stone gets the shoulder up.

Fat Tony: Specter is just inventing shit right here in the middle of the ring.

Vince Walters: Why the hell would you want Jesse back? He doesn’t even own PCW!

Fat Tony: Just forget it Vince, keep talking to that guy over there.

Vince Walters: It’s a woman!

Fat Tony: If you say so.

Bringing Stone to his feet by the arm, Specter drops him to the matt with a DeViate and moves immediately for the corner. Climbing to the top of the turnbuckle, he pauses before rising to a standing position and leaping off. Rotating twice Specter slams down chest first onto Stone, hitting the sent from above.

Fat Tony: He has the leg hooked and here is the count, ONE, TWO, THREE!!!! It’s over, Specter has the win!

Vince Walters: What?

Fat Tony: Specter won, he ate a cheeseburger faster than Devin Stone!

Vince Walters: I missed a cheeseburger eating contest?

Fat Tony: No you missed one hell of a match! One that your very on NEW representative, Adrien Specter won.

Tom Davis: Here is you winner, ADRIEN SPECTER!!!!!

[Roger Wright]

The scene opens up to the Baddest Bitch wandering casually around outside, checking out the architecture of the prison. As she stares up at the building, he camera catches another figure moving forward, resting their hands on Cera's shoulders and massaging slowly as his female companion speaks.

Cera: This place... the history is alluring, yet rather... eerie.

Cera tilts her head to the side to look up at the figure behind her, and as the camera moves around we see that it is Matt Slater, bestowing an expression of thought before he speaks coolly.

Matt Slater: Abandoned buildings generate an aura of eeriness and anxiety, especially one that contained many famous celebrities. Prisoners died between these walls, and some people have claimed that their spirits still roam throughout the Island, searching for a way to be free.

Cera: To escape the cycle of confinement and misery.

Matt Slater: Precisely.

Slater takes his hands off her shoulders and then wraps his arm around her waist, the two of them walking beside the aged prison as they talk.

Matt Slater: Somehow I believe that to be the case for our opponents this evening. It's not that they want to escape the torment and liberate their bodies and careers from harm...

Cera: It's that they'll be confined with no choice but to suffer what the consequences of their choices.

Matt Slater: Again, you are correct.

Slater smirks down at Cera as she returns the same smirk, the Baddest Bitch getting out two cigarettes and passing one to Slater.

Cera: Still, it will be fun bludgeoning them and making them pay for their imbecilic transgressions, and they will be consumed by the fire that will take them all down ... just like this very prison took down those who tried to go against the order.

Matt Slater: And keep in mind, they'll need to be wary of their partners. They'll never know what to expect.

Cera: Expect what's least expected. I've learned this from a young age...

She lights her cigarette and takes a long drag, before turning to blow the smoke in Slater's face. Slater smiles after this, Cera then tossing him the lighter and walking past a group of boulders as she speaks.

Cera: In the end, I intend to bludgeon people until their blood stains the ground... winning? Fighting for the fed? None of it matters, if I don't get to see people laying on the ground, battered and beaten by my hands...

Matt Slater: Then your entire purpose won't be fulfilled.

Cera nods affirmatively as she sits down on one of the boulders, Slater deciding to remain stood as he looks at the spacious width of the prison.

Matt Slater: Brutality will ensue, Cera, so your temptations will be satisfied. Mine? I'll prove to the world that I should be respected for what I do, and as the Youngblood Champion, I'll elevate that division back into the limelight once more as a prestigious commodity.

Cera: Just as long as you don't show me that thing, you can do as you wish.

Matt Slater: You held it once before though...

Cera: Yeah, but I'm ahead of that curve ... and so are you. You shouldn't be ... well, I don't want to repeat myself.

Matt Slater: And I've taken your words under advisement, but this is my journey ... my ambitious quest. But for the both of us, we'll still be leaving our opponents wrecked and decimated...

Cera: Having completed their merciless demise.

After concluding this statement, Slater chuckles as Cera grins, both of them aware of what they will do.

Matt Slater: Roger Wright and Matthew Carter understand our objectives, and we understand theirs. But Merciless Demise will be reformed in War Games, and we'll be taking down Team PCW and Team cRu to clarify our point. No one will be spared...

Cera: And it's a good thing that they won't be.

Cera takes another drag of her cigarette, Slater doing the same as they go silent, both them unsure what to acknowledge and discuss next. Finally, the Baddest Bitch pulls out her cellphone and frowns.

Cera: Dammit... Jen hasn't even fucking called, texted or anything. Usually she does, at least once before an event... especially if it involves her. I'm not too worried, but it's still... strange...

Matt Slater: As a matter of fact, she hasn't been heard of or seen since she disappeared from the Paintball Jungle. Not to sound callous, but I was rather enjoying the calmness without her around. Now ... I'm starting to feel similar about her whereabouts and lack of communication.

After Slater makes this comment, Cera stands up and disposes of her cigarette, moving towards him again.

Cera: ...Well, we'll worry about it after the event. Let's go... I'd like to watch a few of these matches before ours, heh...

She leans close to him, a devious smirk on her face, causing Slater to smile back.

Matt Slater: ... That sounds enticing.

Cera: Now I just hope some of them have violence and bloodshed to get me ... in the mood...

Slater chuckles as Cera grins, Slater then leaning down and kissing her on the lips. Cera smiles after this show of affection from Slater, wrapping his arm around her again as she leans into him once more. The both of them then walk away from the prison back towards the section where the event is taking place, leaving the eerie aura of the abandoned buildings and their history behind. Before the scene can fade though, a familiar squeaky voice is heard...

Jen: Well ya don't gotta shove!

Man's Voice: Shut it and move!

We see Jen Ryette being pulled along by a large, slightly balding guy with a strange curled mustache. The guy holds a needle full of an odd liquid to Ryette's neck as he drags her towards an awaiting black van. She squirms in his grasp but doesn't struggle to escape as she eyeballs the fluid.

Jen: Ya don't gotta threaten me with that shiz either... I mean, I ain't givin' ya the info I gots anywho...

Man: You will... trust me, I've got plans for you if you don't... for one... this needle? The stuff inside it is poison. But not just any poison... the blue-ringed octopus' venom. With tyramine, histamine, tryptamine, taurine, and dopamine in it, it's already lethal enough. Add in the tetrodotoxin, which is 10,000 times more toxic than cyanide... well, let's just say your chances of survival are practically negative, what with the cardiac Arrest you'll experience, because of lack of oxygen. Heh."

Jen: ...Well that don't sound very pleasant...

Man: I have other ideas on how to torture you as well, Miss Ryette... it's simply a matter of how much you can take... I informed the staff that I'm with the Courts and that you won't be getting in the ring tonight... or ever again. Do I make myself clear?

Jen: Yes Mr... well I dunno your name...

Man: Not important... just know that you'll be giving me everything I need to know, or else...

Jen: I think I'll call you... Chaz. So where we goin' Chazzy?

Man: *scowls* You'll see...

With that, the guy shoves Jen into the black van and slams the door, then makes his way to the driver's seat and gets in. The scenes fades as the vehicle veers away, towards an awaiting boat that will lead to god knows where.....

[Roger Wright]

Tom Davis: The following contest is a Singles Match-up Scheduled for one fall. First, making his way to the ring. He hails from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in this morning at 285lbs. Representing NEW and The Court, one half of the NEW Tag Team Champions, “The Executioner” FRANK FINELLI!!



As "Man Without Fear" begins to come over the speakers, Frank Finelli walks out onto the stage. Black and gold spotlights shine down and illuminate him and the ramp leading to the ring. The crowd greets him with mostly boos as he stands there for a moment and smirks at their response to his appearance. He slowly starts to walk down the ramp, the metal plating echo's with each step of his boots as they come in contact with the ramp. As he reaches the ringside area he ascends the steps and stands on the apron for a moment then steps through the ropes and enters. He climbs up to the top of the turnbuckle and taunts the crowd as black and gold pyro erupts from the ring posts and into the air. They continue to shower him with boos, then he hops back down to the mat and waits for his opponent.

Fat Tony: Some interesting developments in the NEW career of Finelli, winning his first tag title last week with Adrien Specter.

Vince Walters: For the love of God please don’t remind me…

Tom Davis: And Finally, making his way to the ring, his opponent. He hails from Libby, Montana, weighing in this morning at 301lbs. Representing PCW, he is one half of the PCW Tag Team Champions, “Fatty” L.A KIEF!!



As “Welcome to The Strange” By The Murderdolls blasts over the PA system, Kief immediately jumps out from behind the curtain, looking into the crowd as he gets something of a mixed reaction. As he makes his way down to the ring with Frank waiting for him, he slaps the hands of the PCW supporters as he gets to the ring before climbing in.

Fat Tony: LA Kief has really made an impact on the months of which PCW had reopened to become a real crowd favorite.

Vince Walters: How exactly? Does he go to homeless shelters and use his body fat as an insulator?

DING

Immediately as the bell ring, the pair step up to one another Frank looking down at Kief from his clear height advantage. The pair stare each other down for a moment before suddenly Kief pushes Frank back a step, before Finelli steps back with a clubbing fist. Kief returns with his own, as the pair begin to go back and forth exchanging shots before suddenly Kief changes tact and strike out with an eyepoke, jarring Frank just enough for Kief to take the advantage, running to the ropes before coming back and striking out with a running nut shot, right in front of the ref, who does nothing to stop it.

Vince Walters: What the fuck! Why isn’t the ref ending the match?

Fat Tony: PCW RULES BITCH!

Grabbing Frank’s head in his lowered position, Kief raises his arm, before bringing a series of elbow shots right on the top of Finelli’s skull, before he suddenly runs to the ropes again, coming back and smacking Frank with a Shinning Wizard, and following up with a pin.

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TW-

Fat Tony: And a kick out from Finelli.

Quickly Kief picks Frank up, but as he goes, Finelli delivers a swift strike to Kief’s gut. Quickly Frank grabs Kief before Irish whipping him into the corner, following up with a series of shoulder thrusts into Kief’s midsection. Quickly dishing out a snapmare, Frank remains in control as he comes in and delivers a harsh kick into the back of Kief, making him scream in pain before following up with a harsh boot to the face, flooring him before Finelli drops down for the pin.

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TWO-

Fat Tony: And a kick-out from Kief.

Vince Walters: What are you doing? YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE REPRESENTING YOUR BRAND!

Fat Tony: HEY! Don’t talk to Kief like that!

Vince Walters: …Who the hell said I was talking to him?

Quickly, Frank gets to his feet and pulls Kief up with him as well. Quickly he pulls him into an Irish whip, sending Kief to the ropes, and preparing himself for a sholder block. But as Kief comes back running, suddenly he jumps in the air, taking Frank to the mat with a flying clothesline. Quickly rolling to his feet once again, Kief watches as Finelli follows suit quickly, with both men back to their feet once again. Frank suddenly comes running, but Kief is a fraction faster, grabbing Finelli’s arm and pulling him on for an Arm Drag, sending him across the ring. However, Frank almost immediately rolls back to his feet before he comes running once again, flooring Kief with a Spear, before following up with a pin attempt.

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TWO…

Fat Tony: And a kick out from Kief!

Vince Walters: Wow, your refs apparently can’t count right either…

Quickly pulling himself up, Frank gets Kief to his feet, and pushes him into the corner, before he begins to chop hard across the chest of Kief, tearing his t-shirt open to strike him harder. However, as Finelli strikes him, Kief seems to looking at him with a smile, as the crowd begins to get behind him. This continues until finally Finelli delivers a chop to Kief’s chest, were Kief simply stands back up, looking at Finelli, shaking his head. Suddenly Kief grabs Frank and reverses him into the corner, striking Finelli like a wild man, time and time again, before finally grabbing his head and pulling him in for a DDT. With Frank on the floor, Kief looks to the crowd as he points to the turnbuckle, the fan’s going wild as they know what’s coming, as Kief begins to climb the turnbuckle.

Fat Tony: Looks like we’re about to see a Fat Man Flying!

Vince Walters: This doesn’t look good for Finelli!

Finally Kief gets to the top of the turnbuckle, ready to jump, before quickly Frank rolls out the way, and out the opposite end of the ring, as the crowd immediately begin to boo him. As Finelli tries to compose himself, Kief climbs down of the turnbuckle, before running to the opposite turnbuckle, running up it, and striking with a Diving Splash to the outside of the ring right onto Frank!

Fat Tony: And both men are down!

Vince Walters: Looks like that took as much out of Kief as it did his opponent!

Slowly, Kief gets back to his feet, looking at the downed Frank, before grabbing him and rolling him into the ring, before going for a pin attempt.

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TWO…

Fat Tony: And a hand on the rope by Frank! Some excellent ring awareness there…

Vince Walters: Also conserving energy for the match. The big lug isn’t as stupid as he looks…

As Kief looks at the ref, who points out the hand, Kief slowly gets to his feet again, backing away from Frank, trying to figure out what to do next. During this, Finelli slowly begins to get back into an upright base, as Kief looks at him, before he suddenly comes running, attempting a Superkick, but Frank quickly ducks under the leg and strikes out with a knee to Kief’s gut, followed up with a Spike DDT.

Fat Tony: A Mouth Full of Kief reversed into a Spike DDT!

Vince Walters: And Finelli’s going for a pin!

ONE…

TWO…

TH-

Fat Tony: AND A KICKOUT FROM KIEF!

Vince Walters: THAT WAS THREE MOTHERFUCKER!

As Frank looks up at the ref in disbelief, arguing with him as Kief slowly rolls away on his front. Looking down at Kief, Finelli quickly grabs him, a piss-off look on his face as he pulls Kief upright, looking to end this with a Full Nelson Facebuster. However, as he tries to get Kief in position, Kief fights back, fighting off with his arms, before finally breaking lose, and taking a step forward, using the space to strike out with a Superkick, knocking Frank senseless, if still on his feet.

Fat Tony: MOUTH FULL OF KIEF!!!

Vince Walters: But Frank is still upright!

Keif doesn’t wait for Frank to fall down as he’s already making his way over to the turnbuckle, preparing for a Shooting Star Press, before he suddenly jumps, attempting the move. However, right at the last moment, Frank snaps out of the trance he was put into, and sees Kief flying towards him, before using his upper body strength to catch Kief!

Fat Tony: HE CAUGHT KIEF!!!

Vince Walters: Guess the fat man isn’t flying anymore…

With Kief still in his arms, Frank, quickly raises him into the air, before bring him down with a Brainbuster Suplex, and flooring Kief.

Fat Tony: Brainbuster suplex from Finelli!

Vince Walters: And he’s going for the pin!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

DING!

Vince Walters: 2-0 TO NEW!!!

Fat Tony: But what a valiant effort from Kief, wouldn’t you agree Vince?

Vince Walters: 2-0! 2-0! 2-0!

Fat Tony: I give up with this guy…

Tom Davis: And your winner, via result of a pinfall, “The Executioner” FRANK FINELLI!

[Roger Wright]

Tom Davis begins to say something on the Microphone when he is interrupted by the sounds of Emily Koresh's music blasting over the PA.



On top of the entrance ramp is the very lovely Emily Koresh, she has a sadistic smile on her face as she struts down the ramp and goes into the ring and snatches the microphone from the hand of and motions for him to get out of the ring.

Emily Koresh: Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s that time. Let me bring to you the latest sensation to hit this ring. You mark off on your calendar anticipating this exact moment. Get to your feet and put your hands together, for the soon to be.......

By this time the cheers are so loud they are drowning out Emily she pauses and looks at the fans.

Emily Koresh: They are the greatest thing to come out of the darkness, they are Requiem!

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

Fat Tony: Oh I feel so sorry for your boys tonight Vince.

Vince Walters: Oh but they are not good enough to wrestle for NEW.

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.

Vince Walters: Show NEW a little respect.

Fat Tony: There so gonna get fucked over man.

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:

"Redrum" "Nocturnal"

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.

Vince Walters: This is fucking freaky.

Fat Tony: Yeah.



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 Slipknot's "Wait and Bleed" 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.

Two figures stride through the curtain and look at the fans with a look of disdain in there eyes. Alexander Koresh looks down towards the ring and a sly smile crosses his face. Thick gleaming biceps protrude from his armless leather trench coat, under which we see a "Sadistic Bastard" t-shirt. Legs straight and slightly apart. His eyes, dark, deep with the reflection of the sinners burning within them. Redrum carries the PCW Insane Rulez Championship belt on his left shoulder. He nods at Alexander, then raising his arms outstretched in an age-old gesture of defiance and supremacy as phosphorus flames blast in twin columns either side of them towards the roof. There is a third figure stood behind them, it is Jake Youngblood.

They start walking down the ramp way. As Redrum passes a camera he stops and looks directly into the lens. He has the look of an arrogant champion on his face. He shines the belt and winks down the lens.

They climb between the ropes and Alexander strides to the far side of the ring. Climbing the turnbuckle he lifts his arms up high too the cheers of the crowd. Flash bulbs blink from all around the arena catching this moment in history.

He gets down and looks around he nods his head and stands in the middle of the ring and roars as pyros explode behind them.

There music suddenly stops and the look around at the crowd as they are shrouded in a surreal silence. Alexander is looking up at the PCW banner hanging up. He nods and grabs a microphone. Slowly he walks around the ring taking in the moment. He stands in the centre of the ring, glaring out at the crowd before raising the microphone.

Alexander Koresh: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is an historic day. This is not only where you will see the Team of Redrum, Apathy, Tommy Kain and myself, aka Team PCW prevail in the three team Wargames match but you will see all members of Requiem in action.

A cheer goes up.

Alexander Koresh: All of them. You saw us form last week on PCW Insanity. A group of like minded individuals who together think of doing the same thing. Destroy the cRu.

He looks around looking at all the cheerful faces.

Alexander Koresh: But enough about that, I need to say something here. Anyone that knows me, knows that Alexander Koresh is used to making his own rules and doing what he wants. But here in NEW Alex’s been tied down, held back……….I wanted to make an impact but someone in the front office has been poisoning everybody against me, saying that I am this monster. I am a baby killer? Fuck what do these sick fucks think I’m like? They try to hold the Innovator of Darkness down.

He walks around taking it all in.

Alexander Koresh: That was one of the reasons why Alexander is enjoying his time in the greatest promotion, PCW!




The fans literally blow up as the big screen comes to life. Upon it is various screen shots of the Femme Fatales.

Vince Walters: What? What are they doing here?

Fat Tony: It is Alex’s girlfriend.

Vince Walters: But what about Apathy?

Slowly Apathy walks down the ramp way, taking in the cheers with a look of amusement on her face. She is actually shown laughing. She reaches the ringside and climbs the stairs; Aurora enter the ring too.

Vince Walters: What do they want?

Apathy leans over the ropes and grabs a microphone off of one of the ring crew. She returns to the centre of the ring tapping the microphone making sure it is working. She passes it to her tag partner. She looks around Alcatraz awaiting the people to be quiet so she can talk. She looks at Alexander Koresh who has a look of contentment on his face..

The cheers slowly quiet down after a while. Aurora can't believe the reaction that she is getting. She brings the microphone up.

Aurora Deadwood: It‘s good to be back........

The cheers erupt again.

Laughing Apathy walks around the ring, soaking up the response from the crowd.

Alexander Koresh: Perfect timing girls. Do you know my latest little project?

The cheers are louder than ever.

Alexander Koresh: Girls, Jake. Jake, Apathy and Aurora.

Alexander is smiling. He looks around and motions to Jake who is just standing still in one of the corners menacingly.

Alexander Koresh: This is your first task, Jake. You are part of Requiem and there is consequences for that.

He laughs as he walks around the ring.

Alexander Koresh: And this is your first little task.

The crowd cheers even louder.

Alexander Koresh: You see this woman here? This is my woman, this is Aurora Deadwood.

The crowds cheer.

Alexander Koresh: You are tasked with protecting her. You are in the same match with her later tonight. Your task is to keep her out of harms way. You got that?

Jake nods.

Aurora has had heard enough. She brings the microphone up to his lips.

Aurora Deadwood: Alex, I don’t need his protection. I can do it by myself.

Alexander Koresh: I know, but I don’t want the cRu to jump you again.

He approaches the Femme Fatales and looks at both of them before bringing up the microphone again.

Alexander Koresh: It’s time we made this official.

He rushes into Aurora and they embrace. Apathy is clapping as she is engulfed in the embrace.

Emily hands Aurora and Apathy Requiem t-shirts.

Alexander Koresh: And now Requiem is officially here on the map!

The arena goes dark for a split second and they are gone.

[Roger Wright]

Fat Tony: Up next ladies and gentleman is a match that will decide a future No.1 Contender for either the NEW Youngblood Championship or the PCW Television Championship. Whoever wins this match will get to decide what championship they’ll go for, and that could lead to the possibility of someone being transferred to the other show to fulfil that purpose.

Vince Walters: NEW are outnumbered in this match with 5 to 2, but we’ll pull through!

Fat Tony: And even with the odds massively against your brand you’re still rooting for them. That just shows how passionate you are.

Vince Walters: ... Not really. I just think NEW have the better talent.

Fat Tony: Totally professional. Well let’s not waste any more time. Tom Davis is on hand to...

Suddenly, just like on Ignite last week after the Youngblood Championship Match concluded, the lights start to flicker considerably as the WWX-Tron above the constructed stage has major crackling issues and static problems. After a short while the lights turn off simultaneously, plunging everything into total darkness, all except for a few occasional lights and the phones that people in the audience are using to record this event.

Vince Walters: This happened last week! Now it’s happening again!

Ticking sounds, like those from a clock, begin to resound from the speakers as something on the WWX-Tron comes into focus; a dark chamber with blood-stained walls, filth and decayed debris littering the ground that we see. As the ticking continues, footsteps start to echo throughout the grim chamber, growing in clarity and closeness. And just as suddenly as they begin, they stop, causing the ticking to increase in dexterity. Just as this occurs, the camera pans down and observes a pack of rats devouring what looks to be a severed eye, the strands still being attached to the gory ball as they chew and nibble on its components.

With this image lingering in the minds of all those who have just witnessed it, the camera then spins around quickly and focuses on something different; another upside-down skull decorated in blood and dirt, but this time it has a skull punctured through, its teeth forming a sadistic, twisted smile as one eye remains inside the exposed socket. That is when the ticking halts with a sudden dull tone, the scenery again fading into the same three words from before:

YOUR DESTRUCTION AWAITS

As the words remain on the screen, everything around – the lights, the screens and everything in-between – returns to normal, the crowd murmuring in appalled disgust and genuine excitement at what they just saw.

Vince Walters: ... I think I’m going to be sick.

Fat Tony: I don’t even want to ... let’s just go to Tom Davis.

Tom Davis: The following contest is an ELIMINATION MATCH, where the winner will receive an NEW Youngblood Championship Match or a PCW Television Championship Match in the near future!

“We’re all messed up ... it’s human nature...”

“This Calling” by All That Remains begins as plumes of fire shoot up from the stage, Jake Youngblood appearing in a Requiem hoodie. He looks around at the crowd before he ascends down the ramp to the ring.

Tom Davis: Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in tonight at 219lbs, JAKE YOUNGBLOOD!

Fat Tony: Jake Youngblood is now under the wing of Alexander Koresh and Redrum after he joined the team on Insanity, forming the group known as Requiem. Alexander Koresh also insisted that Aurora Deadwood be assisted by Youngblood tonight in this match to increase their chances of victory, and I think that’s a great move.

Vince Walters: They need to realize this is every person for themselves. One of them will have to lose here, and I think that will be Youngblood due to his inexperience.

As Youngblood slides into the ring and removes his hoodie, “Minus Celsius” by Backyard Babies starts to play, the crowd responding to a legend of many different organizations as he appears. He smiles and nods to the crowd before rectifying his Rockstar symbol, the audience matching it as he walks down to the ring.

Tom Davis: Next, from Detroit Rock City, weighing in tonight at 245lbs, “Rockstar” RANDY RAMON!

Fat Tony: Here is a man that has become an icon in past federations such as PWR-1 and GWA, but now he steps back into the ring after a long hiatus. The rust must have built over time, but these fans believe that he can accomplish victory against the odds.

Vince Walters: He’s just another rock star wannabe. There’s no way he’ll survive this match.

Fat Tony: Are you underestimating him, Vince?

Vince Walters: Those federations are long gone, and he’s an oldie! So yeah, maybe I am. It’s time for a new generation to role in, not letting a blast from the past hog the spotlight!

Ramon joins Youngblood inside the ring as “You Are My Sunshine” by Stine J plays, the crowd responding with laughter and confusion at the song choice. Sophia Sabandith then appears and waves to the crowd cheerily, strolling down to the ring in sexy attire that most of these people would want to disrobe from her body.

Tom Davis: Next, from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada, weighing in tonight at 125lbs, SOPHIA SABANDITH!

Vince Walters: Wow, she’s a ... she’s a ...

Fat Tony: Quite something, isn’t she Vince?

Vince Walters: You can say that again. Hot damn!

Fat Tony: Sophia joined NEW not too long ago, and this will be her debut match. We’ll see what she has in her arsenal as this match gets underway.

Sophia steps carefully into the ring and opposes Ramon and Youngblood before “Metro” by Vincent Black Shadow plays, the crowd loudly responding to that familiar theme. However, after a while, Jen Ryette doesn’t come out. The music stops as the crowd murmur quizzically, Tom Davis also looking around until he is alerted through his headset.

Tom Davis: Erm, I’m just receiving word that, as advised by the courts, Jen Ryette will not be available for this match. Therefore, she will not be an inclusion as an active competitor.

Fat Tony: I wonder why...?

Vince Walters: Thank God! This is my saving grace!

Fat Tony: How come?

Vince Walters: You’re meaning to tell me you didn’t watch Ignite where she practically bothered me from start to finish during the Youngblood Championship Match? She almost brought me into craziness.

Fat Tony: Cyanide pill worthy?

Vince Walters: Almost, but I was saved by Jill Matthew’s tits taking away the pain.

Fat Tony: Whatever the case, we should have more details for you surely. But, as they say, this match must continue.

Vince Walters: And that brings PCW down to four against two. This is getting better.

“The Aggie War Hymn” then kicks in after this announcement, another new wrestler by the name of Blitz strolling out, donning a #12 Texas A&M Jersey and cowboy boots. He snarls at the crowd before he growls with adrenaline and determination, storming towards the ring as the crowd try and stay clear of him.

Tom Davis: Next, from Texas A&M University, weighing in tonight at 255lbs, BLITZ!

Fat Tony: He is the son of Mike Price, AKA Psycho, and I think we are all aware of his father’s exploits from the past.

Vince Walters: I hope to God he hasn’t learned the Texas Chilli Bowl trick. We don’t need any more incidents with Tabasco sauce ... or exposed rectums...

Blitz shakes the ring ropes before he steps in and confronts his opposition, pumped up for this Elimination Match. The other competitors look at him as “Spit It Out” by Slipknot plays, Christian Rivers walking out slowly and residing on the stage for a while. He is wearing his patented holster, but that is soon detached from his waist, leaving it on the stage before he heads down to the ring.

Tom Davis: Next, from Memphis, Tennessee, weighing in tonight at 237lbs, CHRISTIAN RIVERS!

Vince Walters: Here’s another NEW wrestler that has been making waves!

Fat Tony: He certainly has stepped his game up since his return, and there are some people who are selecting him as the wild card pick for this match. He could win it and get a shot at the Youngblood Title.

Vince Walters: Or even the Television Title, if he decides to go over to PCW, but I believe the Youngblood Title is superior.

Fat Tony: Why, because it’s in NEW?

Vince Walters: No, because it has a longer history. Also ... it’s in NEW.

Rivers stands on the ring steps, evaluating the competitors already in the ring before he walks onto the apron, standing there and assessing his opposition as the last participant’s music blasts from the speakers. “I Want My Innocence Back” by Emilie Autumn gets the crowd into a frenzy, Aurora Deadwood strolling out and holding up a whiskey bottle, the crowd sharing her motion by raising their own beers up in respect. Aurora then walks to the ring with the bottle in hand, looking around at the crowd as they chant her name.

Tom Davis: And finally, from Atlanta, Georgia, weighing in tonight at 126lbs, AURORA DEADWOOD!

Fat Tony: Aurora made her return to PCW in spectacular fashion, driving a whiskey bottle over Johnny Stylez’ head and leaving through the supportive masses. Now she has the chance to become a Television Champion for a second time, if she so chooses, but that is only if she can overcome the odds of this match.

Vince Walters: Obviously she has Jake Youngblood there helping too, even though she said she didn’t need his help, and PCW do outnumber the NEW stars as I mentioned before. Still, this should be a hectic match ... in fact it’ll be a clusterfuck!

Fat Tony: We’ll do the best we can to call the action as it happens, folks, but you can be sure this will be a good one.

Aurora sets her whiskey bottle down under the ring, pulling the apron back down to cover it before she slides under the ropes and raises her arms, which again makes her receive a chorus of cheers. Aurora then notices that all eyes are on her, making her step near the ropes to create circle with the rest of the opposition. Three referees are stationed outside the ring to make sure that order is kept, and one of them will be making the necessary counts when they happen.

Vince Walters: I can feel the tension already. They’re all looking at each other, primed to go, ready to locate an immediate weakness.

Fat Tony: And as we’ve expressed, one of these individuals will become a No.1 Contender to the championship of their choice.

The bell resounds, and the match kicks off with a brutal start! Rivers takes Ramon by surprise and starts hammering his back, Blitz kicking away at Youngblood as Aurora and Sophia collide in the center of the ring. Blitz throws Jake into the corner as he pounds away at his stomach, but his drive to compete soon takes over, driving Youngblood down with a hard punch until he turns around and charges forward, driving his arms into Ramon and Rivers with a flying double clothesline, all three men tumbling over the ropes to the floor!

Vince Walters: Well, I guess it’s true. Psychotic motives do run in his family!

Sophia blocks a high kick from Aurora and tries to turn her into a Fisherman Suplex. Deadwood bashes her elbows into Sabandith’s neck though to break away from being suplexed, running at the ropes afterwards and delivering a spinning neckbreaker on her after the rebound. Rivers is struggling with Blitz on the outside, who whips the NEW representative into the steel steps, Ramon using this opportunity to target the son of Mike Price and taking him down with a Reverse DDT. Jake notices the three men on the outside and springs into action after recuperating, leaping onto the turnbuckle and flying off with a Shooting Star Press into them all!

Vince Walters: Holy shit! Did you see that?!

Fat Tony: Jake Youngblood almost took himself out with that move, but it got the job done!

Vince Walters: He’s a damn maniac!

Inside the ring, Sophia is being dragged around by Aurora, who kicks away at her ribs before planting the new wrestler with a DDT. Deadwood then brings Sophia back up before she smirks to the crowd, twisting her onto her shoulder in an upside-down manner until she drives Sophia down with the RUSTY NAIL!

Vince Walters: Aw man!

Aurora then covers Sophia as Rivers is trading shots with Youngblood on the outside, the official referee sliding in and making the count...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

Tom Davis: Sophia Sabandith has been ELIMINATED!

Fat Tony: NEW are down to one representative with PCW still having four!

Vince Walters: Yeah, you gloat now, but wait and see!

Aurora takes a short breather until Rivers rolls Youngblood into the ring, going in after him before he changes his mind and takes down Deadwood with a spear. Rivers goes back to Jake and drags him up, kneeing him in the stomach and delivering a gutwrench suplex to great effect. He looks to be in control until Blitz comes back in and grounds Rivers with a powerful shoulder block, looking at Aurora and then rushing at her, taking her out with the same move.

Fat Tony: Blitz is not afraid to show his strength and prowess, that’s for sure.

Vince Walters: He better stay focused though, or he’s going to be in trouble! Like right now!

Youngblood, after diverting Blitz’ attacks, spins him around with a hurricanrana, taking the new PCW down. He then ascends the corner and flies off with a 450 Splash, crushing Blitz and leaving him vulnerable. That is when Rivers takes charge and drives his boot into Jake’s face, taking him out of the equation before setting his sights on Blitz, pulling him up and driving him down with a CANADIAN DESTROYER!

Vince Walters: Woo! There we go!

Rivers hooks the leg just as Ramon comes back into the ring, having been driven down onto the ramp, and he goes after Aurora in the corner as the referee makes the count...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

Tom Davis: Blitz has been ELIMINATED!

Vince Walters: Suck on that, Tony! Rivers is the man!

However, Rivers’ time to celebrate doesn’t last long as Aurora gets back into the action, running at Rivers and taking him down with a headscissors, Rivers getting back up until he is knocked down with a vicious Eniziguri. Jake blocks a charging blow from Ramon with a high kick before he springs off the ropes and takes him down a somersault senton, going over to the corner and flying off towards Rivers with a Swanton Bomb!

Vince Walters: NO! NO!

Youngblood covers Rivers...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

Tom Davis: Christian Rivers has been ELIMINATED!

Fat Tony: What were you saying before Vince?

Vince Walters: ... Shut up...

Youngblood pushes himself up as Rivers rolls out of the ring after his elimination, only for Ramon to take him down with a running clothesline. Aurora then gets back into it by kicking away at the Rockstar, but Ramon chops away at her chest before executing a T-Bone Suplex!

Fat Tony: And Ramon is now garnering the momentum with three competitors left, and all of them are in PCW.

Vince Walters: This is a travesty. I don’t care anymore...

Ramon grabs Youngblood and then delivers a German Suplex onto him, going back to Deadwood and twisting her into a Full Nelson Drop. The crowd are behind Ramon as he raises his arm up, keeping his eye on Jake Youngblood as he gets back up. Youngblood stumbles towards Ramon, who nails him with a Super Kick, following it up with a Brainbuster! Ramon then goes for the cover...

ONE!

TWO!

Youngblood kicks out!

Fat Tony: Jake is showing his resilience here, but Ramon won’t ease up.

Ramon targets Aurora as she tries to surprise him with a diving crossbody, catching her across his chest and going to slam her down. However, Aurora starts to hammer away at him, Jake managing to get back up before he knocks Ramon down with a low dropkick at his knees, Deadwood landing on top of the Rockstar. The Femme Fatale then tries to get him into an Anaconda Vice, but the Rockstar shoves her off, Youngblood using this moment to leap on Ramon with an elbow drop.

Vince Walters: Okay, now here comes the team-work with Aurora and Youngblood. This should be interesting.

The Requiem members start to kick away at Ramon, all before Aurora and Youngblood agree to get him back up. Youngblood pulls the legend up and places him into a suplex position, planting him with a snap suplex just as Aurora jumps up and crushes Ramon with leg drop. Aurora goes for the cover as Youngblood rolls away...

ONE!

TWO!

Ramon powers out just before the count reaches three!

Vince Walters: Hmm ... he is a tough, old bastard, isn’t he?

Fat Tony: He’s not even that old!

Aurora instructs Youngblood to go to the top rope as she raises Ramon’s legs, stomping away at his stomach as Jake agrees. He ascends the corner willingly, but Ramon suddenly pulls Aurora into a small package...

ONE!

TWO!

Aurora kicks out! Ramon and Deadwood get back up as Youngblood balances on the turnbuckle pads, Ramon swinging Aurora down with a sidewalk slam before he turns his attention to Jake. Youngblood jumps up with Ramon driving his boot into him while in mid-air, Ramon then bringing Youngblood back up again and taking him down with the REVELATIONS!

Fat Tony: I think Ramon just ended the double teaming before it really got started!

The referee makes the count as Aurora struggles back up...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

Fat Tony: Aurora was late to break the count, and we have two left!

Tom Davis: Jake Youngblood has been ELIMINATED!

Ramon starts to stand just as Aurora begins pounding away at him, grabbing his arm and trying to whip him to the ropes. Ramon stays firm until he pulls Aurora into his body, executing an Exploder Suplex! Ramon then drags Aurora up and does three T-Bone Suplexes in a row, ready to end this match after the last one is delivered.

Fat Tony: Randy Ramon could be moments away from winning this whole thing!

Vince Walters: Wait, what is Youngblood doing?

Even though he’s been eliminated, Youngblood spins Ramon around and nails him with a Super Kick, only to pull him onto his shoulders and executing his Raining Blood signature! The referees then come in and struggle with Jake, clearing him from the ring as Ramon moves around on the canvas.

Fat Tony: Youngblood was eliminated! I think he just ruined Ramon’s chances!

Aurora is back up, staggering around until she gathers her bearings and seeing Ramon on the ground. Youngblood stays at ringside as Aurora pulls Ramon up slowly, doing her best to keep him standing until she runs to the ropes and springs off them, driving Ramon down with a hard bulldog! Deadwood then covers him with both legs hooked as the crowd stand in unison...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

Vince Walters: HA! The apparent legend falls!

Fat Tony: All because of Youngblood, and I still don’t understand why he broke the rules to do that!

Tom Davis: Here is your winner of the Elimination Match, AURORA DEADWOOD!

[Roger Wright]

The camera cuts back stage to see Ryan Pugh storm through a door. The new owner of PCW, and his wife, Sarah Pugh is sitting behind a desk and to her left is none other then the women that is supposed to be Ryan's assistant, Ashley. Pugh was about to say something as he broke through the door but the sight of Ashley has left him with his mouth open and no words coming out.

Sarah Pugh: Can I help you?

Ryan Pugh: What are you doing here?

Pugh attempts to regain himself as he looks to his assistant but she looks flustered and caught in a bad situation and has nothing to say.

Sarah Pugh: She was your assistant and now that I am the sole owner of PCW, she belongs to me. You don't have much need for assisting these days now do you honey?

Ryan Pugh: Sarah what are you doing?

Sarah Pugh: Whatever do you mean dear?

Ryan Pugh: You know exactly what I mean, you don't have a clue what you are doing here and it is clear you are doing this just to fuck with me. You don't give a shit about PCW and we both know it. I am giving you one last chance to end this and do what is right before shit gets ugly.

Sarah Pugh: Like you coming out of a gay bar wearing nothing but a sash ugly?

Ryan Pugh: Seriously?

Sarah Pugh: Hey, I am not here to judge, I knew there had to be something up with you and Johnny all this time. Or wait, is it you and Inkt? Or is it all at the same time?

Ryan Pugh: Cut the shit bitch, take the offer while it is still on the table. Give me MY company back and I will not go through with what is planned tonight.

Sarah Pugh: And if I don't?

Ryan Pugh: Then shit is going to get uglier then you could ever imagine, I can promise you that!

Sarah Pugh: Save it honey, your threats do not scare me, you do not scare me. You forget, I know everything about you and I know what you are capable of. So do your worst, I dare you!

Ryan Pugh: If thats the way you want it, I tried to warn you Sarah.

Pugh shakes his head and starts for the door but turns back to look at his wife once more.

Ryan Pugh: I will see you later tonight baby

Pugh exits the office and leaves Sarah and Ashley to think on what he was talking about as we cut back to the ring.

[Roger Wright]

Tom Davis: The Following contest in a singles match, schedualed for one fall. First, making his way to the ring. He hails from Miami, Florida, and weighed in this morning at 228lbs. Representing PCW, he is “The Sultan of Suntan” Miami Mick!



The lights in the arena go out. Then...

"Rock Me Amadeus" by Falco hits the PA. Strobe lights of different colors light up the dark arena as the crowd goes wild. Then, Mr. Miami himself, Miami Mike walks out to a great ovation by the crowd. He stands on at the entryway for a while taking in all the groovy atmosphere before he makes his way to the ring slapping the fans' hands as he goes. He then enters the ring and salutes the fans.

Fat Tony: A man of whom we’ve not seen in the last few weeks is here now and fighting for honor in PCW.

Vince Walters: Against my man KOP? He don’t stand a chance if he had months to prepare for this one…

Tom Davis: And finally, making his way to the ring, the opponent. He hails from Canton, Ohio, weighing in this morning at 250lbs. He is representing NEW, and is the current holder of the Golden Contract Briefcase, “The King of Pain” KOP!



Xzibit - Hurt Locker plays across the arena and out comes KOP wearing his patented Black T- Shirt with big gold letters that say "FEEL THE PAIN" on the front. He also wears his black tactical pants and his all black Jungle boots. he walks to the ring and argues with the fans and badmouths them. He also flips them off. When wearing his suit he shows off his expensive clothing to the fans and lets them know that they can't afford what he has.

Fat Tony: The man who beat Al Envy, Christian Rivers, and Reya Serra in a Hard Time Match two weeks ago to obtain the Golden Contract really went to cement himself in any title picture he chooses.

Vince Walters: How do you know all that.

Fat Tony: Cause clearly unlike you, I pay attention.

DING!

As soon as the bell goes, KOP immediately comes running at Miami, knocking him down with a harsh clothesline, flooring Mike, before KOP sets about his work, delivering a series of kicks to the midsection of Mike, before bringing him back to his feet. He quickly launches him into the ropes with an Irish whip, but right at the last moment Miami grabs onto the ropes, preventing his return. Suddenly King comes charging again, only for Mike to drop down, pulling down the top rope, and sending KOP over the top. As King begins to compose himself back outside the ring Mick immediately grabs the top rope and pulls himself up for a missle dropkick, sending KOP into the crowd barrier.

Fat Tony: Holy shit! This match has only just begun and already it’s spilled out into the ringside area!

Vince Walters: Well these two guys know what they’re righting for, the respective brands of their employers. Make a good showing here, and who knows where it can lead in a career.

Slowly, both men climb to their feet, slowly pulling themselves up from the floor after the sudden burst of attacks from the pair of them. KOP is the first to his feet, with Mike not far behind him. However King quickly grabs Miami, before launching him into the steel ring steps shoulder first. Looking down at Mike, King quickly lifts him up and takes him into the ring, laying his down for a quick pin.

ONE…

TW-

Fat Tony: And a quick arm up by Mike, but still holding that shoulder from that blow.

Vince Walters: And now that’s gonna be a clear target for KOP to work over.

Immediately KOP sets about his work, picking up Mike and bringing him crashing back down with an arm drag, putting in the elbow lock for good measure as Miami cries out in pain. Quickly, however, Mike twists his body, getting his foot hooked around the bottom rope, causing King to release the hold, after wringing the 5 count for all it’s worth. Quickly Both men climb to their feet, as KOP begins circling around Mike, waiting for him to make a move. Suddenly Mike bursts forward, almost catching KOP off guard with his speed, before suddenly striking out with a series of lefts before one final killer right hook, flooring KOP.

Fat Tony: The Miami Special!

Vince Walters: Looked as though it hurt Mike just as bad though.

Suddenly The Sultan of Suntan grips onto his fight shoulder, the one that had been smacked into the steel ring steps before suddenly dropping down for a pin attempt.

ONE…

TWO…

Fat Tony: And a kickout from KOP!

Vince Walters: Looks like Mike didn’t quite get enough force into his punch as he thought he did.

Quickly, Miami rolls back to his feet, grabbing KOP and throwing him into the corner, before following up with a Yakuza Kick right into the face of King. As Pain’s head fires back, Miami keeps up the pressure before jumping in the air for a diamond cutter on King’s already damaged neck.

Fat Tony: The Coconut Cutter!

Vince Walters: He’s going for another pin!

ONE…

TWO…

TH-

Fat Tony: NO! KOP is still in it!

Vince Walters: And it looks like the man from Miami isn’t going to be letting up any time soon.

Quickly, Mike gets to his feet and picks up the King of Pain, before raising him into the air with a double underhook, but the pressure of his hurt arm is too much, and he quickly drops KOP to his feet before he can complete the facebuster. With a chance at taking the advantage, KOP turns quickly, unleashing an almighty back elbow into the face of Mike, flooring him before he comes to the ropes, bouncing off them before jumping in the air, and coming down hard on Miami with a flying Double Knee Drop.

Vince Walters: He hit’s with The Migraine!

Fat Tony: Now THAT looked like it hurt…

KOP quickly gets to his feet once again, looking to finish this once and for all, but as KOP picks up Mike, Miami knocks King’s hand away, before striking out with a desperate Enziguri kick right into the side of the head of Pain, as both of them fall to the mat in pain.

Fat Tony: Well this has clearly been a fast and furious bout between these two men, but the real question here is who’s going to be the first to their feet to capitalize.

Vince Walters: And by the looks of it, Miami Mike is going to be the one to take the advantage here…

Slowly, Mike begins picking himself up, looking over at KOP who’s not moved in some time, before Miami quickly moves over to him, laying atop him to get the pinfall.

ONE…

TWO…

Fat Tony: And KOP with the arm up!

Vince Walters: What is it going to take to keep this guy down?

Slowly Mike picks himself off of KOP, looking around to see what more he can do. Finally he begins moving over to the corner turnbuckle, climbing it in preparation for a Swanton Bomb.

Fat Tony: Looks like Mike is going high risk with the Pool Side Dive.

Vince Walters: Wait! KOP is to his feet!

Suddenly, as Miami stands atop the turnbuckle, Pain uses one final burst of energy to fun to the ropes, pushing it from under Mikes feet and crotching him atop the turnbuckle. Slowly, KOP makes his way over to Miami, and begins climbing up the turnbuckle himself, before placing Mike into position, before striking out with the Sit-down Super Powerbomb!

Vince Walters: THE HOUSE OF PAIN!

Fat Tony: And KOP make the cover!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

DING!!!

Vince Walters: KOP got the win! And you can notch another victory for NEW there Tony.

Fat Tony: Regardless of who won out in the end, you’ve got to respect Mike shear tenacity and constant assault.

Vince Walters: Well regardless of that, it was KOP who waited, picked him moments, and finally lucked out in the end.

Tom Davis: And your winner, via result of a pinfall, “the King of Pain” KOP!

[Roger Wright]

Swinging open the door, Ryan Elias walks into the makeshift ownership office. Behind the desk on the left sits Roger, and behind Sarah Pugh’s desk is Ryan Pugh. Taking a quick glance at Pugh, Ryan walks over and takes a seat in a chair across from Roger.

Ryan Elias: Think about it time has run out Roger. You need to make a decision.

Roger Wright: Already made a decision, but before I give you my answer, you need to understand something. This business is bigger than you, it’s bigger than me, it’s about the men and women who get into that ring.

Ryan Elias: Yeah, yeah. Blah, blah. I have heard it all before, the fact is you don’t know how to run a wrestling company, except into the ground.

Roger Wright: yeah your sentiment doesn’t really surprise me.

Reaching into the top drawer of the desk, Roger pulls out a manilla envelope and slides it across his desk.

Roger Wright: Signed, sealed and notarized. Congratulations, Showtime now owns New Edge Wrestling.

With a sick smile Ryan slips the document into his jacket pocket and turns to walk away, stealing a glance at Pugh.

Ryan Elias: Tell that little whore of a wife of yours she is next. Showtime will be coming for her talent and her company.

Winking at him, Elias swings open the door to the office and strides out, both Ryan and Roger left sitting quietly in the office as the scene fades out to black.

[Roger Wright]

Tom Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! First to the ring, representing the PCW...... OPHELIA PAIN!!!!



The lights in the arena start flashing in time with the chords of her music, and Ophelia walks out onto the stage. She raises the hood on her sweatshirt and begins to walk down the ramp with her hands in her pockets. As she reaches the ring she takes her hands out of her pockets and climbs through the ropes. She unzips the front of her sweatshirt slowly and throws the hood back as she screams as loud as she can throwing her arms up toward the ceiling. She jumps up on each corner turnbuckles, posing for pictures. She hops down and tosses the hoodie over the top rope and begins hopping around doing a little light footwork preparing for her match.

Tom Davis: And her opponent, representing NEW......... KENATH ISRAEL!!!!!



The sounds of a woman moaning roars throughout the arena as the lights dim down a bit as the stage is set a blaze by the two pyrotechnic blasts on the sides of the ramp flare up, going at intervals. Redman's Whateva Man blasts out from the audio system.

[E Dub] Microphone check one two
Aiyyo, you ready to get down man?
[Red] Yo, whateva man
[E Dub] You ready to get drunk as fuck?
[Red] Whateva man
[E Dub] You, you sayin somethin?
[Red] Whateva man
[E Dub] Aiyyo
[Red] Whateva man
[E Dub] Check it, Kool V

Yo, I'm smokin herbals till it hurts you
I keep your daughter way out past her curfew
Hard far from commercial

KeNath Israel slowly walks through the curtain, looking at the audience. He scowls and reached into his trunks pulling out a blunt and lighter.

(So what cha mean nigga)
We don't give a fuck when we smoked out
In the land that's doped out [it's like that?] no doubt
From this bomb weed, I cock from the streets
Get you open like buttcheeks, from girls who be freaks

KeNath Israel puts the blunt in his lips and flicks the lighter to no avail. Walking to one side of the stage, he holds his head over as a blast of fire emerges mere inches from his face, lighting up the "funny" cigarette.

Aiyyo, can I be SWV?
You the One nigga
Rap Shogun, yes E the one
Yo, I'm rollin with a forty pack of niggaz
Get my weed from Branson cause his sack's bigger
Yo give me dap nigga
What I clap lyrically tap call back
Ferocious causin comatoses to collapse

KeNath takes a puff and blows out a large cloud of smoke before heading down to the entrance ramp. A few fans put their hands out as KeNath Israel tosses the ashes into one lucky attendant's hand.

Approaching the ring, Krayzee walks to the side of the ring before walking up the steps and taking another puff as he holds it in while walking towards the centre of the apron. A spotlight shines down on the Big Krayzeeas he slowly makes his way to the centre.

Stalling for a minute, Krayzee raises his head up and forcefully blows a geyser of pot smoke into the air and smirks, getting into the ring.

Vince Walters: This should be a fast match up Fat Tony as both are accomplished in the ring.

Fat Tony: Yeah, whatever to many high spots. But Ken wouldn’t stand a chance in PCW.

Vince Walters: What? PCW? Come on, really?

Fat Tony: Shut up we’ve got a match to call.

Kenath and Ophelia Pain circle each other in the ring, eyeing each other, and preparing for the first strike. Eventually, Ophelia, tired of playing the wait, rushes Kenath. As she tries to grab him, Kenath reverses the grab into an arm drag, but Ophelia Pain lands on her feet with cat-like reflexes. Kenath runs towards Ophelia Pain, and this time he is the victim of the arm drag, but he too lands on his feet. Kenath extends his arms, motioning for a test of strength, but instead, Ophelia Pain runs towards the ropes. Kenath set himself up, preparing to catch her when she returns. However, Ophelia Pain hops onto the top rope, and performs a picture perfect Springboard Dropkick. Kenath tries to grab her in mid air, but Ophelia Pain momentum is enough to take him down, and Ophelia Pain manages to knock down the chump, keeping him down for the pin................1...................2...............Kenath quickly powers out of the pin, and Ophelia Pain rolls off.

Vince Walters: Great Springboard Drop kick there.

Fat Tony: Yeah, whatever.

Kenath kips up onto his feet, and runs to the ropes. As Ophelia Pain slowly gets up, Kenath grabs her by head, and drives her face first onto the mat with a bulldog. Kenath then stands up, and flips, performing a standing Shooting Star Press onto Ophelia Pain. Kenath hooks the leg............1............2...........Ophelia Pain manages to power out.

Fat Tony: Okay that was impressive, Standing Shooting star press.

Kenath lifts up Ophelia Pain, and whips her into the ropes. Kenath lowers his head in order to backdrop her, but Ophelia Pain is able to regain control of her own momentum, and leaps into the air. Ophelia Pain locks her legs around Kenaths neck, and twists, flipping him into the air with a head scissors takeover. Ophelia Pain rolls on the canvas for a second, before she gets onto her feet, and quickly runs towards the closest turnbuckle. She leaps onto the top turnbuckle, and quickly turns around, before she leaps off with a Shooting Star Press of her own. Ophelia Pain hooks a leg........1.............2.............Kick out!

Vince Walters: This is great Fat Tony, fast paced?

Fat Tony: Damn you to hell Vince Walters. Where are the power moves? The Brawling of two gladiators? The Blood?

Ophelia Pain gets up, and lifts Kenath up. Ophelia Pain whips Kenath into the ropes, and awaits his return. Kenath run towards the ropes, and is propelled off of them. As he nears her, however, Kenath decides to utilize his body to his advantage. When he returns, he leaps into the air, and Ophelia Pain catches him in a power bomb position, but quickly Kenath bends over, and hits her legs, turning the move into a Hurricanrana pin. .............1...............2..........and Ophelia Pain kicked out of the pin fall attempt.

Fat Tony: I hear on the grapevine that there’s a video going around the locker room with Ryan Pugh and Ophelia on?

Vince Walters: Get you're mind out of the gutter.

Fat Tony: Yeah, okay I’ve got the one with you're wife on.

Vince Walters: Shut up.

Kenath rolls away from Ophelia Pain, and quickly gets onto his feet, and Ophelia Pain is already up. She runs towards Kenath, and attempts another head scissors, but this time, Kenath is ready. Kenath catches Ophelia Pain in midair, and drills onto canvas with a power bomb pin............1............2.....Ophelia Pain manages to punch Kenath in the head, temporarily making him lose his focus, and Ophelia gets up, measuring up Ken, and notices the nearby turnbuckle.

Vince Walters: Looks like she's going up top again.......Oh she's changed her mind?

Fat Tony: Mistake.....Mistake.

Ophelia Pain runs towards Kenath, and grabs his head, running with him in tow up the turnbuckle, and leaps into the air, driving him down with an acid drop. Kenath’s head bounces off the canvas, and Ophelia Pain smiles. Ophelia Pain hops onto the top turnbuckle once more, and lifts her arms for a second, before she flips off, and crashes down onto Kenath's limp form with a Senton Bomb. Ophelia Pain hooks the leg..............1.................2..............2.4.......... Kenath manages to power a shoulder up.

Vince Walters: Damn, close to her getting the win for PCW.

Fat Tony: Yeah right.

Ophelia Pain slaps the mat, frustrated and begins lifting up Kenath. The fans cheer both competitors on as Ophelia Pain get Kenath up onto his feet, and she notices he is dizzy. Ophelia Pain smiles once again, and runs towards the ropes, hopping onto the top rope, and flips off with a Moonsault.

Fat Tony: Not bad move.

However, Kenath has been playing possum, and he grabs Ophelia Pain in midair. Hooks his arms around her waist, and she is hanging upside-down. Kenath quickly drives her onto the canvas with a Tombstone Pile driver, but before she impacts she twists and ddts him and hooks the leg.................1..................2.......................3

Fat Tony: That's a win for PCW. Ophelia Pain wins!

Tom Davis: Here is your winner, OPHELIA PAIN!

[Roger Wright]

Reya Serra, along with her friend Paxar and her companion Timothy are seen walking up to the entrance to the Alcatraz Prison complex. As the reach the entryway, the three of them come to a stop suddenly.

Reya Serra: Ah...here we are. The infamous Alcatraz Prison. Hopefully we will not have any encounters with ghosts this evening...

Reya giggles slightly as Paxar's face turns pale white in fear.

Paxar: G...Ghosts?

Timothy: It has been said that this place is inhabited by them, but there is no such thing as a ghost.

Reya puts her hand reassuringly on Paxar's shoulder, giving her a slight smile.

Reya Serra: Do not worry, my friend. We will not be encountering any ghosts tonight. Now, do you still have the tape?

Paxar nods weakly, pulling a video tape out of her little purse. Reya grins at her as Timothy glares at them curiously.

Timothy: What is this about a tape? What is on it?

Reya shakes her head slightly, then smiles at Timothy.

Reya Serra: It is nothing important, Timothy...just something my opponent Agustus D'Agosta decided to send to me earlier this week. Paxar was just going to make sure that that tape is given to the proper authorities, right Paxar?

Reya looks at her seriously as Paxar nods forcefully.

Paxar: Right. I'll be back soon, okay Reya?

Reya nods as Paxar turns from them and walks off, leaving Timothy and Reya alone. Timothy gazes at Reya nervously as she smiles back at him.

Timothy: So...I have a surprise for you this evening, Reya.

Reya looks at him curiously, furrowing her brow.

Reya Serra: A surprise?

He nods, blushing slightly as he grins at her.

Timothy: You will see...

Suddenly, a voice calls out and the two of them look over to see none other than the Queen walking over casually. Vanessa smiles sheepishly as she steps up.

Vanessa: Did I interrupt something?

Timothy shakes his head, his face still a bright red.

Timothy: N...No, you did not. I was just leaving.

He turns and looks at Reya, grinning happily.

Timothy: I will be watching your match Reya and I pray that you win tonight. I will see you afterwards, when I will unveil your surprise.

Reya smiles brightly, nodding at him. He walks away, leaving the two sisters alone with one another. Reya looks at Vanessa, her smile becoming weaker.

Reya Serra: Hello Vanessa. I just...I want to apologize for what happened last week...

Vanessa: You've apologized already... and don't be sorry. You know it's not a big deal. We'll just continue to grow stronger. *smiles* And I'd like to thank YOU for stopping... what happened... earlier this week...

Reya smiles brightly back at her and puts her arms around her giving her a hug.

Reya Serra: Anything for you, Vanessa. You know that. I would do anything in my power to protect you, my dear younger sister...even if I have to protect you from yourself...

Reya peers down sadly for a moment before looking back up and into Vanessa's eyes.

Reya Serra: That being said, are you prepared for your match this evening against Ryan Pugh?

Vanessa: NO! I am not!

Reya looks stunned as the Queen throws her arms up in the air and begins pacing.

Vanessa: He's large, and has always been the damned wall standing in my way of victory. The man I'd never been able to defeat... I may have to use... desperate measures...

Reya gazes at Vanessa worriedly as she continues pacing back and forth.

Reya Serra: As I have learned, even the walls thought to be the strongest can fall through faith and determination. I pray that you do not have to resort to those desperate measures, but if you must...please be careful...

Vanessa: No worries... if I do... I'll just think of you Rey-Rey, to give me strength.

Vanessa grins and leans forward to give her sister a quick kiss on the cheek, before glancing at the watch on her wrist as Reya begins blushing slightly.

Reya Serra: If you feel as if you are about to lose control...just remember our song from when we were younger.

Reya smiles, then pauses for a moment before she begins singing softly.

Reya Serra: Ring around the rosie...a pocket full of posies...ashes...ashes...we all fall down.

They both grin at each other sweetly as Reya takes a glance at Vanessa's watch as well, the younger girl watching Serra innocently.

Reya Serra: Now...it is almost time for my match against Agustus D'Agosta so I must be going. I will be praying for you tonight, mi hermana, and do not forget our song...

Vanessa: *smiles* I won't...

Reya returns the smile and starts heading off with a wave, leaving V standing there staring after her, before her electric blue eyes slowly grow darker, and a cold expression crosses her features. The scene fades to black as she speaks in a voice that sounds slightly different then normal...

We won't...

[Roger Wright]

The scene opens to a decaying chapel, it's old wooden pews splintered and falling apart and resting close to walls, whose paint was peeling off. At the far end stands a large alter, dirtied and cracked, with a statue of Jesus right behind it. Two large crosses are seen standing on either side of the small church, and right in the middle of the chapel are the two competitors of the next match. The scene flashes to the main ring area for the other matches, where a commentator's booth has been placed and we see Vince Walters and Fat Tony sitting there, prepared to comment on the match, which will be viewed via monitors that have been placed in the chapel.

Fat Tony: This is The Herald of the Court, Reya Serra versus 'The Righteous One' Agustus D'Agosta!

Vince Walters: Great... two religious nuts. I'm going with Agustus because Serra's an annoying bitch...

Fat Tony: You only think she's annoying because she doesn't wear skimpy outfits...

Vince Walters: DUDE! Look at her CHEST! Seriously, she's got these great fucking tits and she refuses to show them off!! THAT, my friend, is blasphemy!

Fat Tony: How the hell is that blasphemy?!

Vince Walters: Not using what the good Lord gave her!

Fat Tony just slaps his palm to his forehead as the bell rings, signifying the start of the match. Reya, who looks around warily, doesn't even notice Agustus plow forward and clothesline her violently! Serra falls to the ground, but rolls away before her foe can stomp on her. The Herald scrambles to her feet and goes for a high kick, only for Agustus to dodge and kick her in the abdomen with a big boot, making Reya double over, before he follows it with clamping his hands together and slamming them down on her head!

Fat Tony: And Agustus gets the upperhand right away!

Vince Walters: Naturally! Did you see how she's reacting to fighting in a church?

Fat Tony: Well it IS the Lord's house...

Vince Walters: It hasn't been used in YEARS! There's no way Reya could actually think any god would give a fuck about this place anymore...

Fat Tony: Obviously it still holds quite a bit of value to her... but she doesn't want Agustus, who I heard she considers to be a 'blasphemer', to win this fight! Even after her opponent hit her with an elbow drop, Reya's managed to climb to her feet!

D'Agosta seems to scowl at Reya, cracking his knuckles before running at her. Reya dodges and twists her body, hitting a strong back kick into her foe and making him fall against the pews. When he manages to keep on his feet, Agustus looks up just in time to see Serra run at him. She hits her Reya Light to his face, but doesn't just stop at the superkick! Falling back for only a split second, Reya then jumps up to hit an enziguri. But before The Righteous One can even regain his composure as he tries moving forward, Reya has run behind him, climbed debris to get to the top of the pews, then jumps off to his a hurricanrana!!

Vince Walters: HOLY SHIT! Where the FUCK did THAT come from?!

Fat Tony: Maybe the Lord's power has gone into Reya?

Vince Walters: ....Doubt it. But damn, I get hot and bothered when she bounces around like that hehe

Fat Tony: Wow, everything IS sexual around you!

Vince Walters: Naturally. Anyway, Agustus is gonna get up and kick her ass soon... don't worry...

Fat Tony: I'm not sure who I should be worried for now...

Reya stands above Agustus and seems to give a small prayer, before leaning down and pulling her opponent to his feet and kicking him in the gut. She then moves forward and grabs his arms, managing to lift up and slam him down for a Power of Prayer! The pedigree does some damage, and Reya decides to try for the pin! The sole ref who is there drops down and starts the count...

1...

2-

Vince Walters: YES! Right at the two count bitches!

Fat Tony: Looks like Agustus isn't going out without a fight! He's just kicked Reya from his laying position on the ground!! And it's given him time to get to his feet and... oh my god... what is he DOING?!

Vince Walters: Defacing the house of God... he just pulled that little metal cross off of the altar... and I have a feeling I know where this is about to go! Bwahaha!

Fat Tony: Please don't laugh like that ag.... OH DEAR GOD! HE JUST STABBED REYA WITH THE CROSS!

Vince Walters: Again I say... BWAHAHA!

Reya grimaces and backs away, yanking the cross out easily, as it wasn't deep at all. But blood still flows from the wound as ADA takes advantage of the pause and rushes forward! After a series of violent knife-edge chops, D'Agosta then hits Reya with a clubbing blow, before running forward and grabbing hold of her! With a wicked smirk, he lifts her up and holds her upside down... then hits a Jackhammer!!!

Vince Walters: HA! Fuck yes, Agustus has control of the match again! Reya's looking seriously out of it after that!

Fat Tony: Well she's kinda losing blood too...

Vince Walters: Eh, such is life. Agustus is gonna win, I TOLD you!

Fat Tony: Well now HE'S about to use the pews! Reya seems out of it as she gets to her feet... A'gosta jumps off towards his opponent!

Vince Walters: Blockbuster! Agustus hits his Righteous Fury!! Time for the pin!

1...

2...-

Vince Walters: NO!!

Fat Tony: RIGHT before the 3 count, Reya got her shoulder up! And Agustus looks PISSED! He's lifted her up to her feet and... WOW! A high knee from Reya!!

Vince Walters: Fuck fuck fuck...

Reya wipes at her mouth, flinching in agony and holding her shoulder as she then hits Agustus with a hard right when he lifts his head. When her foe stumbles back, Serra looks over at the statue of Jesus for a moment, before looking back at D'Agosta and running forward to hit a Spinning Heel Kick! Before Agustus can even fall, Reya then lurches forward for a sudden, swift scorpion kick to the side of her opponent's head!!!

Vince Walters: Wait a... those moves look familiar...

Fat Tony: Do they??

Vince Walters: Oh my god... she just used the DeViate and Xtreme Speed on her foe... she just used BOTH of her sister's finishers!!!

Fat Tony: WHAT?! And it's not even over! Because as soon as Agustus dropped, Reya grabbed him to apply a dragon clutch! It's The Final Judgement!

Vince Walters: Ironic for her to use that in a chapel...

Fat Tony: And this looks to be Agustus' final judgement... he's turning red!

Vince Walters: Lame pun! And... again... FUCK. He... is he still awake??

Fat Tony: Doesn't look like it! The ref's going to check it out... Reya has let go. The ref lifts ADA's arm once and drops it... twice... and three times!!

Vince Walters: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Fat Tony: Agustus D'Agosta is out like a light, and Reya wins this match by submission!!!

Vince Walters: Lucky bitch.... maybe she did get God's help...

Fat Tony: Agustus is a godly man too... but anyway, both showed impressive skill! What a win! Now onto... wait, is that a bible on the ground?

Vince Walters: Yeah a fucking old one too... huh, it's open... can we get a close up?

The shot moves in to see the bible is open to the Book of Revelations. As it zooms out, we see the ref holding Reya's arm in the air, her other hand clutching her shoulder. But in the background the Jesus statue suddenly explodes! We can see a small pile of heavy duty fireworks sitting on the ground in the corner, before the shot returns to the ref (who is on the ground) and Reya, who's stumbled back. She stares wide eyed at the now demolished statue of the Lord, but doesn't see the figure behind her lift a large red bat above their head and slam it into Serra!!

Fat Tony: WHAT THE HELL?!

Vince Walters: It's Cera?!?! What's going on?!

Fat Tony: She's got a mic connected to the main ring area here... so we're about to find out!

Cera: Angels and Demons can't be on the same side... I won't allow you to lift me up to heaven, Reya... so I'll just have to drag you down to Hell with me.

Vince Walters: Whoa... this is gonna get GOOD!

Fat Tony: I feel like this is only the beginning of the war between God and the Devil...

With that, Cera smirks and drops the mic near the now unconscious Reya, who was stirring slightly but in obvious pain. The Baddest Bitch then walks out of the chapel, singing in a mocking voice 'Ring Around the Rosie', before the scene fades...

[Roger Wright]

Out from the back walks Ryan Pugh, a giant smile on his face as he makes his way to the ring, the chorus of boo’s and mixed cheers feeling the ringside area.

Tom Davis: The following contest is an insane rulez match, introducing first, RYAN PUGH!!!!



The sounds of 'The Ballad of Mona Lisa' by Panic At The Disco burst through the arena as blue smoke floods out from the entrance. A female's figure is seen in the smoke, as it slowly turns it's head to the side. Suddenly, silver pyro explodes down the rampway, leading to the ring as the figure moves airily forward, a slight skip in it's step.

The smoke dissipates as they move forward, revealing a woman in a black mini dress and red leggings. The words 'The Queen' are printed on the front of the dress, and her feet are bare. She swiftly moves forward, bounding softly forward and grabbing the ropes to flip herself in.

Suddenly out of the crowd comes V's manager Dawn, who moves through the ropes herself and goes up to V, unzipping the back of her dress.

It falls to the ground to reveal black skin tight, hip hugging shorts that were underneath the dress, and a black sports bra with a small silver crown in the corner of it.

She leans back on the ropes as Dawn grabs the dress and hops out of the ring as V moves to the middle of it and raises her fists in the air, the crowd going ecstatic for her as she scans the crowd with her arm raised for all to see.

V then shoots a wicked grin as she drops her arms and moves to the ropes, leaning back on them and grinning playfully.

Tom Davis: And his opponent, VANESSA!!!!!

Vince Walters: As we prepare for this match, I need to tell you that Fat Tony has taken a short break before our Main Event, so joining me now is his co-host, Chris Styles.

Chris Styles: Yeah man, back in the hot seat and ready to go!

Vince Walters: Anyway, this match should be a total rail road right here.

Chris Styles: Right, my boy Pugh is going to totally run this broad over, and then all of us in the cRu are gonna party it up later tonight.

Vince Walters: Us?

Chris Styles: Yeah man, we gonna do some blow and fuck some ho’s me and my boys!

Standing in the far corner, Vanessa lowers her head to the top turnbuckle, lifting it a moment later and cracking her neck as she twists her head from left to right, taking off for Pugh at the sound of the bell. Leaping into the air she strikes him right across the chin and Pugh drops like a brick.

Vince Walters: What the hell?

Chris Styles: Did? No, get up Pugh, get up for the sake of our stable pride!

Dropping down over Pugh, Vanessa covers him and hooks his leg.
1
2
No, Pugh gets the shoulder up. Rising to her feet, Vanessa immediately turns and slips out of the ring, bringing a bat back into the ring with her, she raises it over her head, slamming it down on the back of Pugh, the man falling to his chest from the blow.

Vince Walters: She has a damn pair of brass knuckles on!

Chris Styles: How the hell did she get passed the ref with those damn things. That’s cheating, and cheating at the highest level.

Vince Walters: I know, she can’t use those, this is an insane rulez match, not a bring your own damn weapons match.

Raising the bat again, Vanessa brings it down, the wood shattering and splintering all over the ring as it collides with Pugh’s back again. Once more she rolls him over and again hooks his leg for the pin.
1
2
Again Pugh kicks out, this time the force rolling Vanessa off of him and out of the ring under the bottom rope.

Vince Walters: Come on you sexy beast, get up and slap that bitch around!

Chris Styles: Dude I want to slap that bitch right there in the front row around.

Vince Walters: Hey, hands off that’s my woman!

Chris Styles: Says who?

Vince Walters: Says me, I saw here in the opening match and got her damn number.

Using the ropes, Pugh pulls himself to his feet, As Vanessa leaps to the top ropes and jumps off for Pugh, Grabbing her mid flight, Pugh slams her down with a twisting sidewalk slam. Rolling off of her, Pugh grabs a steel chair from off the matt and turns to slam it into the head of Vanessa as the woman is trying to get to her feet. Smiling wicked, Pugh Sets up the chair in the corner, wedging it between the top and middle ropes.

Vince Walters: I got a feeling this is about to get real good.

Chris Styles: Dude that broad is hot for me, she just gave me the wink. Maybe we can tag team her after the show.

Vince Walters: Hell NO!!!! She’s mine, and if you look or talk about her again I will whoop your ass like Ryan is about to do to Vanessa!

Chris Styles: Yeah…Damn what the fuck man? You didn’t have to hit me.

Vince Walters: That’s just a taste if you keep it up, trying to get my woman.

Chris Styles: Fine, damn buzz kill.

Grabbing Vanessa by the arm, Pugh pulls her to a standing position, and slings her towards the corner, but Vanessa kicks Pugh in the knee as he pulls her, taking Pugh to his knee, Raising her right hand she goes to bring it down on his face, but Pugh grabs her ankle, slamming her back first to the matt. Getting back to his feet, Pugh leans down to grab Vanessa, but out of know where she lashes out, slamming her right fist into his face, Pugh stumbling backwards and away.

Vince Walters: Damnit, someone get those damn brass knuckles off of Vanessa!

Chris Styles: Yeah no shit, she is totally cheating and it’s not fair to the Southern Sex Symbol

Grabbing the stumbling Pugh, Vanessa clearly aims to send him into the corner with the chair, but Pugh counters, sending Vanessa head first into the chair, the thud causing a sick quiet to envelope the area. Smiling wide Pugh grabs Vanessa from the corner, pulling her brass knuckles off and slipping them on to his own hand.

Vince Walters: Yes, Yes, Pugh has the brass knuckles, time for him to show Vanessa the pain!!!!

Chris Styles: Then it will be time for us to go get some drinks and some ho’s!

Inside the ring, Pugh lifts Vanessa to her feet and holds her up by the head, letting her fall limp to the ground again and letting out a laugh. Looking around at the crowd he smiles and then again reaches down for Vanessa, but she lashes out slamming the chair into his face and causing him to stumble backwards. Staggering to her feet, Vanessa moves in and again slams the chair across the head of Pugh.

Vince Walters: No, how the hell does she have anything left at that blow to the head she took just a few minutes ago?

Chris Styles: Damnit Pugh, get this shit over so we can go get fucked up tonight.

Another chair shot, and Pugh falls to the matt, Vanessa scurrying over the top of him for the pin.
1
2
But again Pugh gets the shoulder up. Turning around V grabs the chair and swings it but Pugh snatches it and throws it to the side. Not giving up Vanessa throws a series of punches, and kicks at Pugh, but Ryan lashes out striking her in the side of the head, Vanessa falling to the mat limp.

Vince Walters: She just got knocked the fuck out, with her own brass knuckles.

Chris Styles: It’s over, and soon it will be time for us to get drunk and party, especially after the cRu handles their business in the main event.

Rolling out of the ring, Ryan grabs a table and slides it back into the ring, setting it in front of one of the corners. Grabbing the limp Vanessa, Ryan lands another shot to her, just to ensure that she won’t be getting up. Thrusting her onto his shoulders, Ryan climbs onto the second rope and leaps off, Bringing Vanessa down through the table with a vicious Pugh Bomb.

Vince Walters: Pugh Bomb through the table, this one is over it’s over!!!!

Chris Styles: There’s the count, ONE, TWO, AND THREE!!!!!

Vince Walters: Hot damn that was amazing!!!!

Chris Styles: It’s party time tonight for the cRu, and we will be partying hard!!!!

Tom Davis: Here is your winner, RYAN PUGH!!!!!

[Roger Wright]

The camera fades in to Timothy holding the hand of Reya Serra, who has a blindfold over her eyes to prevent her from seeing, though the bandage around her head does a good job as well, as the two walk towards the lighthouse located on Alcatraz Island.

Reya Serra: Why did you have to blindfold me, Timothy? I cannot see anything.

Timothy: If I did not blindfold you, it would have ruined the surprise. I want tonight to be special...

They continue walking and enter the lighthouse, opening the door and beginning to make their way to the top.

Reya Serra: What is the surprise? This is all very peculiar...

Timothy: You will see...we should keep going. It is at the top.

The two make their way to the top of the lighthouse. Timothy appears slightly nervous as Reya turns to him.

Reya Serra: Now may I take off this blindfold?

He nods slightly, speaking sheepishly.

Timothy: You may.

She slowly removes the blindfold to sees two chairs and a fancy table with two plates with hot food on them and a lit candle placed on the table.

Timothy: Surprise!

Completely taken aback she peers over at Timothy, her mouth slightly open and beginning to blush.

Reya Serra: What...what is this?

Timothy: After the last couple of weeks you have had, and now tonight what with the violence you have had to endure during and even after your match, I felt like you deserved to have a nice dinner Reya. Paxar felt the same way when we spoke of it while you were in the shower the other day, which is why she gave me this to use for this occasion.

Timothy pulls a piece of gold plastic out of his pocket.

Timothy: She said you got it from your friend Mister Finelli and even though it has no limit you had declined to use it, so she took the liberty of giving it to me and told me to spare no expense. I wanted to make this a night to remember...and I pray that I have...

Reya Serra: I...I do not know what to say...

Reya becomes flustered as Timothy blushes at her slightly. She moves towards him, puts her hands on his face, and gives him a soft kiss on the lips just as a few fireworks begin to flash in the distance. After a few moments she pulls away from the kiss and puts her arms around him.

Reya Serra: Thank you, Timothy. Thank you so very much...

He smiles at her as she releases the hug, flinching slightly from the pain in her bandaged shoulder as Timothy carefully lets go as well.

Timothy: You are welcome, sweetheart. Now, we should eat before our food gets cold...

Reya nods as the two walk towards the seats.

Reya Serra: Yes, we should. We would not want this delicious food to go to waste. And who better to spend this wonderful dinner with than perhaps the sweetest and kindest man that I know...

They smile brightly at one another as Timothy chivalrously pulls one of the chairs out for Reya as the camera fades out...

[Roger Wright]

Fat Tony: Well here we are, it is time for the main event and we are joined by Vince Walters and Jill Matthews from NEW.

Jill Mathews: Thank you Tony and this is going to be one hell of a match. I apologize for not being available for the other matches on the show, but a few things came up. Anyway, let's get moving...

Vince Walters: And the cRu is going to rule all!

Chris Styles: FUCK YEAH THEY ARE! High five?

Vince Walters: High Five!

Fat Tony: Two of them?

Jill Matthews: This is going to be a long match...

Chris Styles: Well Team cRu won the coin toss so they will be the first in the ring

Vince Walters: cRu are winning already

Fat Tony: Lets just see who is first please....

Tom Davis: The following is your World War X main event of the evening and will be contested under War Games rules. Team members will come out one at a time in two minute intervals. You can be eliminated by pin fall or submission and once you are eliminated you go to the back and the match continues. The last person standing will win the match for their respective team. Introducing first, representing Team cRu, from Forth Worth, Texas, AL ENVY!!!!!!!!!

Chris Styles: OH YEAH BABY!!!!

Fat Tony: It looks like the Show Stealer will start it for Team cRu

Jill Mathews: It is a smart pick for them I think, Envy probably has the most stamina for the team and they are hoping he stays in it for quite sometime. I would expect to see Tommy Kain or Matt Slater depending on which team is next up to do the same thing for them.

Tom Davis: And his opponent, representing Team NEW, he is from Las Vegas, Nevada, the current NEW Xtreme champion, MATTHEW CARTER!!!!!!!!!!

Chris Styles: SO much for Slater huh?

Jill Matthews: I said I would expect

Vince Walters: You expected wrong

DING DING!

As the bell rings, Envy and Carter go right for each other and the clock starts to tick down. Envy ducks a Carter clothesline and bounces off the ropes only to run right into a Carter dropkick. Envy is quick to get back to his feet but Carter closes the gap and sends Envy into a corner of the ring with a hard irish whip. Carter follows him in with a clothesline and then comes out of the corner with a huge bulldog on Envy. Carter pulls Envy back to his feet but Envy pushes him away and uses the space to hit a super kick on Carter that turns his lights right out. Envy flashes a smile as he heads up to the second rope and appears to be looking for some kind of elbow drop. Envy comes off the rope as Carter springs to his feet and catches Envy in mid air with a cutter type move!

Fat Tony: THE WRONG STUFF!!!!!!!!!!

Carter quickly hooks the leg of Envy as the ref jumps down for the count.

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Tom Davis: Al Envy has been eliminated!

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

Jill Matthews: I guess that strategy backfired on the cRu huh?

Vince Walters: You shut your whore mouth Mathews

Fat Tony: Is that really necessary?

Chris Styles: Yes it is, you shut up too tubby

Jill Mathews: Well Matthew Carter just eliminated Al Envy and we still have about twenty seconds before the first person for Team PCW comes out.

Fat Tony: Honestly I am shocked right now, I don't think anyone saw this coming Jill

Vince Walters: Will you two just go get a room already and shut up

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Fat Tony: It's Tommy Kain!!!!!!!!!

Jill Mathews: The Southern champion is next in and Matthew Carter looks ready for him

Tommy Kain comes in on fire as he hits a clothesline to Carter, Carter pops back up and Kain hits a second clothesline. Carter pops back up again and Kain goes for a third clothesline but Carter is able to duck under it and turn it into a drop down neck breaker. Carter shakes it off as he gets to his feet about the same time as Kain and Carter hits Kain with a hip toss, then a second and now a third hip toss to Kain. Kain stumbles up and walks right into a modified face buster that sends him down. Carter climbs up to the top rope as he motions for Kain to get up and as he does, Carter flys off and hits a missile dropkick that lands perfectly to the chest of Kain. Carter is motioning for Kain to get to his feet as the clock ticks down.


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Chris Styles: JOHNNY MOTHER FUCKIN STYLEZ!!!!!

As Stylez comes from the back, Kain gets up to his feet and Carter is able to twist him around and hit a version of a neckbreaker on him.

Fat Tony: CARTER JUST HIT THE DOSE OF REALITY ON KAIN!!!!

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Tom Davis: Tommy Kain has been eliminated!!!!!

Jill Matthews: So as Johnny Stylez enters the ring, it is back to one on one as Carter has his second elimination and Team PCW is down a member in Tommy Kain

Vince Walters: Come on Johnny

Carter takes a quick swing at Stylez but Johnny blocks it and hits a right hand of his own that rocks Carter. Stylez follows up with a series of rights before sending Carter into the ropes and then hitting a back shattering spine buster. Stylez goes for a quick cover but Carter powers out before even a one count. Stylez is on his feet as Carter tries to get up and Stylez plants his boot right to the temple of Carter to put him back on the mat. Carter sits up as Stylez hits the ropes and Johnny puts his boot right in the mouth of Carter this time. Not allowing him to try and get up again, Johnny begins to deliver knee after knee right to the side of the head of Carter.

Jill Mathews: Enough is enough, this is dangerous

Chris Styles: Screw that, fuck him up cuz

Fat Tony: Carter could use some help out here and it looks like it is time to get that help, who will it be from Team NEW?


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Jill Mathews: ITS MATT SLATER!!!!!

Slater runs down the ramp and right into the cage as he nails Stylez with a tackle and then just hits right hand after right hand to the head of Stylez. Slater is back on his feet and he is fired up as Stylez stumbles up and Slater locks onto him and hits a overhead belly to belly suplex! Slater is once again up and yelling as the crowd is letting him hear their support. Stylez is barley back up and leaning against the ropes as Slater rushes him but Stylez moves out of the way and sends Slater right into the cage face first! Slater bounces off with a thud and this is enough of an opening for Stylez to hit a code breaker type move that takes Slater down.

Chris Styles: We see the cage come into play for the first time in this match and it didn't end well for Slater

Jill Mathews: We have still yet to see that second ring get used at all yet, but this is actually the first time we have had more then two people in the ring at the same time.

Fat Tony: It looks like it is time for another member of PCW, who will it be?


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Chris Styles: OH SHIT ITS ALEXANDER KORESH!!!!!! RUN JOHNNY!!!

Stylez quickly retreats to the second ring as he knows what is coming when Koresh gets in the ring. Koresh makes his way into the cage and pays no attention to Carter or Slater, neither of which are moving at the moment, and makes his way into the second ring. Stylez meets him with a hard knee right to the lowered head of Koresh that stuns him. Stylez drops a few shots to the back of Koresh's head but they seem to have little affect on the monster. Koresh gets back to full standing and Stylez puts a knee into his stomach and grabs him by the back of the head and sends Koresh face first right into the cage. Koresh does not fall from the impact, he actually seems unaffected as he turns and looks down at Stylez who immediately begins to beg off of Koresh. Koresh shakes his head as he approaches Stylez but right as he gets to him, LOW BLOW! Johnny hits Koresh right between the legs and doubles him over, then nails him with a spike DDT!

Fat Tony: Dirty tactics as usual from the cRu

Chris Styles: Oh give it a rest fatty, we do what we have to and that's why we win!

Jill Matthews: He does know he is not in the cRu right?

Fat Tony: He is special, just go with it

Stylez is celebrating when he is meet with a right hand from Slater in the other ring. Stylez stumbles back and Slater springboards into a wheel kick that takes Stylez down. Slater is unable to follow up however as Koresh is back up and meets Slater with a massive boot right to the face! Koresh then turns right back to Stylez as he grabs him by the throat and yanks him up to his feet. Koresh goes for a choke slam but Stylez fights it off and drop kicks Koresh right in the knee. Stylez quickly retreats through the ropes and back into the first ring but doesn't see Carter back up and Stylez walks right into a running heel kick from Carter.

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Vince Walters: THE MAN OF WAR IS IN THIS BITCH!!!!!!!!

Chris Styles: Now the sides are in our favor again, lets do this boys

Inkt hits the ring and Carter turns around right into a huge Dull Needle from Inkt that drives him hard into the mat. Koresh is into the first ring and goes face to with Inkt as he gets back to his feet. The two trade right hands back and forth and Koresh gets the better as Inkt stumbles back. Koresh goes for the boot but Inkt ducks it and hits the ropes, Koresh turns and DULL NEEDLE!!!!!! Inkt gets up pounding on his chest as the crowd is letting him have it. Slater is back up and on the top rope as Inkt turns around, Slater leaps off the top, but Inkt just runs right through him as he drives his shoulder right into Slater's stomach as he is coming down!

Fat Tony: DULL NEEDLE TANGENT!!!!!!

Vince Walters: And one of them was a super Dull Needle

Chris Styles: That's how we do in the cRu baby

Jill Mathews: Oh brother

Inkt takes a few steps back and waits as Carter begins to get to his feet, Inkt doesn't even wait for him to turn around as he takes off and spears him right in the back and sends him crashing into the cage from the impact! Carter is now trapped between the ropes and the cage after falling in between from the Dirty Needle. Inkt grabs Carter's head and just begins slamming it into the cage over and over again before finally letting go and watching Carter go limp and just leaning up against the ropes. Stylez is now back up and on the second rope as he flys off and kicks Carter right in the side of the head and Carter just falls to the mat with a thud.

Fat Tony: Matthew Carter has taken a lot of damage to his head in this match, he may have a concussion at this point

Jill Matthews: Well if he can hold on a few seconds, help is on the way


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Chris Styles: IT'S CERA! CERA IS NUMBER THREE FOR TEAM NEW!!!!!

Inkt quickly rushes Cera but she avoids him and hits a running kick to the gut of Stylez. Inkt turns around and catches a roundhouse kick to the side of his head that staggers him. Cera now grabs the head of Stylez and is looking for a DDT as she kicks off of Inkt and spins Stylez around for a tornado DDT. Slater is back up and he and Cera stand side by side as Inkt turns around to face them. They hits Inkt with a double drop kick but it doesn't do much damage. Slater and Cera now each hit a kick to the back of each knee as Inkt is forced to his knees. Slater hits a kick right to the back of Inkt's head as Cera nails a boot right to the face of Inkt and it is a Inkt face sammich!


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Fat Tony: IT'S REDRUM!!!!

Vince Walters: Now we have two tag teams in there and Koresh is back on his feet and standing behind Slater and Cera!

Cera turns around and gets throttled by the throat as Koresh tightens his grip. Redrum enters the ring and goes at it with Slater. Koresh nails a huge choke slam to Cera! Koresh and Redrum sit Slater up for a double choke slam but Slater kicks Koresh in the knee to break the hold and get away. Slater nails a super kick to Koresh that knocks him stiff and allows Carter to slip right in and hit a downward spiral type face plant on Koresh! Slater now kicks Redrum in the gut and hoists him up to his shoulders, SHOCKWAVE!!!!!

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Taylor Davis: Redrum has been eliminated!!!!

Chris Styles: Team PCW is down two now, doesn't look good for Koresh right now

Vince Walters: It's ok Chris, Team cRu is all you need!

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Chris Styles: THE RETURN OF TRIPLE X IS FINALLY HERE!!!!!!!

Triple X hits the ring and goes right after Matt Slater with a big boot right to his temple. Cera is back up but runs right into another big boot from X that turns her around and, DULL NEEDLE TO CERA!!!!!!!!!

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Taylor Davis: Cera has been eliminated!!!!!

Fat Tony: Team NEW has lost their first member

Chris Styles: We are not done yet baby

Slater is back up for more and receives a kick to the gut from Triple X for his troubles and X quickly follows it with The Cataclysm!!!

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Carter stumbles up to his feet but he is turned around by Stylez and Johnny hooks both his arms behind him and spins him around, driving him face first into the mat and hitting the Insult to Injury!

Jill Mathews: Yet another blow to the head of Carter

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Tom Davis: Matthew Carter has been eliminated!!!

Vince Walters: They are dropping like flys baby. who's next?


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Fat Tony: ROGER WRIGHT IS ON HIS WAY TO THE CAGE FOR TEAM NEW!!!!

Roger and Triple X go right for each other as they spill into the other ring and are just beating the hell out of each other. Slater is barely back on his feet and matches up with Inkt as they go at it with Inkt driving him into the corner. Koresh and Stylez are both up and they have no problem going at it again as they trade right hands. Koresh goes for a clothesline but Stylez ducks and hits a jaw breaker. Koresh stumbles back and Johnny rushes him but Koresh counters into a back drop that sends Johnny back first into the side of the cage! Koresh turns around to see Inkt charging him but Koresh moves out of the way and Inkt nails the turnbuckle with his spear attempt. Koresh glances into the corner at a prone Slater, but Koresh is spun around by Stylez and out of nowhere, MELTDOWN!!!!!!!

Chris Styles: HOW THE FUCK DID KORESH HIT THAT?

Jill Mathews: Stylez turn Koresh right into a position to hit his finisher and Stylez is down

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Tom Davis: Johnny Stylez has been eliminated!!!!

Vince Walters: NO!!!!!!!!!

Fat Tony: Wait was is Johnny doing?

Koresh gets to his feet and has both hands raised out to the side as Stylez gets up enough to deliver a low blow right to the downstairs of Koresh that doubles him over. Inkt charges from the corner and nails Koresh with a massive Dull Needle that turns him inside out!

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Tom Davis: Alexander Koresh has been eliminated!!!!!

Chris Styles: Team PCW is down to one final member and its time for the champ to make her way into hell!


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Jill Matthews: Here comes APATHY!

Apathy enters the ring and hits a drop kick to the right knee of Inkt that catches him by surprise. Slater comes out of nowhere and hits a boot to the side of the head of Inkt as he is on one knee. Slater then looks over at Apathy and signals that they should work together to get rid of Inkt and she agrees. Slater now sends Inkt into the ropes and hits a side slam as Apathy hits the ropes and drops and elbow on Inkt. In the other ring, Roger has not gotten the upper hand on Triple X and hits him with a uppercut that sends him falling back into the corner. Roger rushes the corner but X counters and hits a one arm slam that puts Roger hard on his back. Triple X hits the ropes and goes for the leg drop but Roger moves out of the way at the last moment and X hits nothing but canvas! Roger hits the ropes and nails a drop kick right to the face of Triple X that knocks him to the mat.

Fat Tony: It is looking bad for the cRu in both rings right now

Chris Styles: SHUT UP FATTY!!!!

Wright helps X to his feet and and sends him hard into the corner, Wright follows him in with a big splash that connects this time. Wright now hits the ropes as Triple X staggers out of the corner and Wright connects with a huge clothesline. Roger now pulls X to his feet once more and hooks both arms as he forces him up and hits a double arm back breaker! Roger is feeling it as he waits for X to get back to his feet. Triple X barely is up when Wright goes for the Wright Stuff, but X blocks it and shoves Wright chest first into the cage! Roger holds his chest as he back right into Triple X who hooks his head and drops him down with a reverse DDT!

Vince Walters: THE CATALYST!!!!!!

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Taylor Davis: Roger Wright has been eliminated!!!!

Fat Tony: We are down to our final four and two of them are on Team cRu!

Chris Styles: You damn right they are now lets finish this thing

Inkt is on his knees as Apathy grabs his head and drops back, spiking Inkt head first into the mat and hitting her Affliction DDT! But before she can get the pin attempt, Triple X enters into the first ring and makes his move as he grabs her by the hair. X has a big smile on his face but Apathy lets loose with a huge smack right to his face that forces him to let go of her hair. Apathy hits the ropes but comes crashing right into X as he lowers his shoulder and pretty much runs right over Apathy. X smiles as he turns and turns right into Matt Slater, RAINING SHADOWS

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Tom Davis: Triple X has been eliminated!!!!!

Fat Tony: We are down to the final three and there is one left from each team!

Chris Styles: COME INKT DAMN IT!!!

Slater quickly jumps on Inkt for a cover is pulled doff by Apathy who then tries to cover Inkt herself and she is pulled off by Slater. The two are now standing face to face arguing over who should pin Inkt which is when Inkt is able to get to his feet. Apathy and Slater both turn just in time to catch A DOUBLE DULL NEEDLE!!!!!!!!! Inkt rolls over and ends up on Apathy as the ref counts.

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Tom Davis: Apathy has been eliminated!!!!

Jill Mathews: We are down to the last two, Matt Slater for Team NEW and Inkt for Team cRu!

Both Inkt and Slater stumble up to their feet and it is clear neither man has much left in the tank. Slater quickly performs a go behind and locks his hands around the waist of Inkt and goes for a german suplex but Inkt blocks it and uses his strength to pry Slater's hands apart and break the hold. Inkt grabs a hold of Slater and lifts him up over his head but Slater is able to kick his way out of it and get back on his feet behind Inkt. Inkt throws a back elbow that connects with the jaw of Slater and Slater falls back against the ropes. Inkt takes a few steps back and then charges with reckless abandon for yet another Dull Needle but Slater moves and Inkt nails the cage head first full force! Inkt crumples to one knee from the impact and Slater sees his opportunity. Slater somehow finds the strength to get Inkt up on his shoulders and then spin him out into THE SHOCKWAVE!!!!!!

Chris Styles: THIS IS NOT HAPPENING!

Vince Walters: OH GOD NO! NO!

An exhausted Slater throws his arm over Inkt for the cover

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DING DING DING!

Tom Davis: MATT SLATER IS YOUR SOLE SURVIVOR AND THEREFORE THE WINNERS, TEAM NEW!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jill Mathews: YES!

Chris Styles: WHY!!!! SWEET JESUS WHY!!!!

Matt Slater falls to his knees in celebration as the cage begins to be lifted and many NEW members come out to the ring to celebrate. Among those is Roger Wright who extends his hand to Slater. Slater accepts the hand of Roger and the two shake hands. Roger raises the hand of Slater in the air and smiles, Roger then pulls Slater in and, WRIGHT STUFF!!!!

Fat Tony: WHAT?!

Roger stands up with a giant smirk on his face as Triple X, Johnny Stylez, Inkt, Al Envy, Aaron Abraham and Ryan Pugh all have now gotten in the ring and they make quick work of dispatching all the NEW talent from the ring. Roger has now taken his NEW shirt off and is wearing none other then a cRu shirt!

Chris Styles: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! YOUR OWN OWNER HATES YOU!!!!!!

Pugh now has a mic in his hand as he steps out front of everyone to speak.

Ryan Pugh: Congrats are in order I guess for Team NEW. So congratulations on winning your last ever match!

Jill Mathews: Did he just say...?

Ryan Pugh: You know that little contract that Roger over here signed and gave to Ryan Elias earlier tonight giving Showtime NEW? Well what none of you paid attention to was the fact that Roger Wright sold New Edge Wrestling to Yours truly, NOT SHOWTIME!

Fat Tony: You have got to be kidding me? Pugh owns NEW now?

Ryan Pugh: So what I did was take every single person under contract to NEW and I sold their contracts to PCW for a penny each, and that includes the contract of Ryan Pugh! So guess what Sarah? I am now a contracted PCW super star again!

Chris Styles: Oh he is a genius

Jill Mathews: Wait what does this mean for NEW?

Ryan Pugh: As for New Edge Wrestling? Well lets just say NEW can rot in hell where it belongs because what Ryan Elias and Showtime bought earlier tonight was nothing more then a name, a useless, worthless name! So I hope you get your moneys worth guys, cause I know we did! So make sure you tune into FX this Sunday for the new and improved PCW!

Vince Walters: This can not be happening right now...

Ryan Pugh: Sarah, I told you, you don't want to play this game with us. Welcome to war sweetheart, I hope you have some bigger guns then Alexander Koresh and Apathy. See you at Insanity baby!

Pugh drops the mic as he begins the laugh and he and Roger actually not only shake hands int he middle of the ring but they embrace in a hug.

Fat Tony: NEW is dead? PCW bought out NEW? Roger Wright and Ryan Pugh on the same side?

Jill Mathews: Well it was nice working with you guys time to find a new job

Fat Tony: Folks I don't know what to say, tune into Insanity because there has got to be more then to it then this!