Insanity Super Show (8) Results

[Ryan Pugh]

Pyro goes off all over the ramp as Insanity goes live on FX and the cameras cut down to Chris and Tony at ringside.

Chris Styles: Welcome everyone to Insanity live on Fox and we are so glad you joined us tonight.

Fat Tony: We will find out who will be the challengers for the World title at XXXmas, the in ring debut of Jen Ryette and Ryan Pugh returns to a PCW ring for the first time in nearly three years to take on Redrum in our main event!

Chris Styles: Not to mention Inkt takes on LA Kief for the TV title and Ophelia Pain and Apathy take on Wrestlingz Most Wanted in a huge tag team match.

Fat Tony: All of that plus a promise of the DARKNESS? Will someone debut in PCW tonight or is this something all together messed up? You will just have to sit right there and find out with us here on Insanity.

Chris Styles: Lets kick this thing off right as we will find out one of the challengers at XXXmas as Alexander Koresh takes on Spaz and lets just hope Spaz keeps his pants on......

[Ryan Pugh]

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the following match is singles match, where standard PCW match rules are in effect. Making his way to the ring first, fighting out of parts unknown, SPAZ."

The crowd pops as the big dicked bastard's music begins to play






Pink strobes begin to flash near the entrance way as the lights in the arena dim. Shortly after, they fade into a much darker Crimson shade.

Afterwards, Lux Aeterna's version of "Requeim for a Dream" begins over the speakers, much to the dismay of the audience. As the crimson red strobes continue to pulsate, Spaz walks out with Hazard trailing behind.

Spaz wearing skin tight, hot pink spandex pants. So tight, in fact, that his nine inch dong forms a bulge tracing down the inside of his right leg. In addition to that, hes wearing matching boots, arm tassles, and mask. As well as a purple boa around his neck. Hazard as always, wears nothing but black.

As they gradually make their descent to the ring, the chorus of boos become much louder. Now at ringside, both men climb into the ring and Spaz takes his position in the center of the ring, with the Monster shadowing him.

He slowly folds both arms over his chest as Hazard follows suit. Moments later, the strobes die out and the lighting comes back to normal. "Requiem for a Dream" silences as both men continue to take in all the crowd's response.

Tony- You see my new head shots? Pugh put up some cash to have me sexified this past week.

Chris- You'll never be 'sexified' as long as the cheetah is around. But I'll tell you what, fat ass, Spaz? There's a sexy mother fucker right there.

Tony- I hear he's got a bit of a man crush on Inkt after what happened in the ring a while back, you know where Inkt decided to make the belt his?

Chris- cRu do, what cRu do, BOOOOOO!

Tony- Speaking of cRu, we have ourselves the Anti cRu, sadistic bastard making his way to the ring now, and he's got that look on his face that could kill a small child.

Chris- Fuck'm. He's got nothin these days. Johnny beat him, then Inkt ate his lunch, and with any luck, Spazzard here's gonna continue to add to that losing streak of his.

Tony- Any given thursday Chris, any given thursday.

Chris- What about it? Two for one at the titty bar?

Tony- Nope, there's nothin sayin that on any given insanity a losing streak can't get broken.



"Entering the ring next, the sadistic Bastard, Mr. Anti cRu himself, Alexander..... KOOOOORRRRRESH!"


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

The crowd pops loudly as they watch Koresh's every move. The man looked to be on a mission. Fans along the railing were waving their hommade magic marker signs frantically. Trying to get on air. One Neon Pink sign happens to catch Koresh's eye. Moving towards the sign holder to get a better look, he found that the sign read "All aboard the cRu train, cause they're chuggin thRu U."

Tony- Could we get a close up on that fan?

Chris- Holy shit, I know who that is!

Tony- One of your customers?

Chris- Rockin a vintage Stylez shirt? I don't think so. Look at him, man, that's Dougie! You think the cRu put him up to this.

Tony- It wouldn't suprise me.

Chris- Oh this can't end well for the kid. Rockin the shirt, and bein one of the cRu's elite? Plus, im sure koresh knows who he is. Hell, it's Inkt's step brother. This-

Koresh rips the sign out of Dougie's hand tearring it to apart. Dougie, begins mouthing off in some sort of dribble that no one but koresh can really hear.

Dougie- Choo Choo mother ... fuh... mother.... fucker.

Just then, Koresh shoots out a powerful arm to the throat of Dougie, and hoists him off of his feet. Dougie dangled for what seemed like an eternity as he gasped for breath, clinging to the fore arm of Koresh. Just then, Koresh exherted just a little bit more will and lifted Dougie over the railing. Dougie screamed loudly. Just then, the crowd begins to cheer once more... Only this time, it was because the tron had shown who was at the top of the ramp. The camera shows security holding Inkt and Johnny back.

Chris- whiskey tango foxtrot? Why are they holding Inkt and Stylez back, man? They work for Pugh, and pugh's in the cRu, so there for they work for the cRu. This is bull shit! Some one needs to do something! Dougie can't defend himself.

Tony- You reap what you sow, chris. You think any one the cru has every blindly attacked could defend themselves?

[glow=red,2,300]BOOM![/glow]

Chris- Oh my god, are you serious? Koresh just choke slammed the shit out of Dougie!

The camera pans back to Dougie motionless on the ramp. Koresh, staring intently at Johnny and Inkt, becomes engulfed in what he had just done. Running an extended thumb across his throat and pointing at the two cRu members.

Tony- well, looks like the message has been sent.

Chris- Oh, it's been sent alright, and looks to me like it hit home with the boys. Especially inkt. Look at him stare down Koresh. Hell, Dougie's family. You don't do that shit.

Tony- Bullshit, people beat on you every day.

As Koresh attempts to focus back on the mat, he's blindsided by Spaz's Castration. Koresh, drops to his knees holding his jewels as Spaz hops a little bit. Then spaz looks up to the top of the ramp, and blows a kiss to Inkt. Inkt, still intent on Koresh, couldn't be shaken by Spaz's advances.

Tony- Oh my god, it would appear spaz is doing his best to attract Inkt's attention.

Chris- Good luck with that. I'll tell you this right now, Tony, Inkt has one thing, and only one thing on his mind.

Tony- DIRTY SANCHEZ!

Chris- What? No. No. Why? No dude, he's...

Tony- No, dumb ass, Spaz just unleashed the fuckin fury onto the sadistic bastard. The dirty sanchez.

Chris- Oh, right, yeah. The dirty sanchez. Totally forgot that was one of spaz's wrestling moves.

The crowd cheers again as the famboyant spaz seems to have the upper hand so far. Grabbing koresh by the nappy locks, he does his best to pull him into the ring. Not having it, Koresh swiftly pushes the smaller man off of him, sending him flailing into the ring stairs.

Tony- Koresh has never been one to not show his strength. That just proved it right there. He's pretty under estimated a lot of the time. I think a lot of that has to do with the fact that, he just.... I dont know where i was going with that.

Chris- You're dumb.

Koresh, now moves in on Spaz, as the just less then six footer lies sprawled spread eagle on the ground. Koresh, grabs a leg and an arm of Spaz, and picks him up. He begins to swing him from side to side, and eventually gets enough momentum and umph to literally throw spaz into the ring. Clearing the ropes, spaz flails a bit in the air, and then lands with a thud about a quarter of the way to the other side of the ring. Slow to rise, he notices koresh taking his time getting in. With that, Spaz rises a bit more quickly, and springs himself off of the opposite rope into Koresh's direction. Blatantly missing Koresh, Spaz springs himself off of the second rope next to Koresh, and leg drops him on the neck.

Tony- Huh. Good improvising.

Chris- You know something? I can honestly say, I want to see more stuff from spaz. For being a luchadore, he just... Kinda falls flat some time.

Tony- Bad pun.

Chris- No, its big pun you dumb fuck, may he rest in peace.

Koresh was taken to a knee again as spaz ran back to the ropes once more to spring himself some more momentum. However, this time, koresh was ready for it. He was like the terminator man, a learning machine. His cpu was a neo nano net processor. Dyson made it. it's sick. As spaz leaped off the rope next to koresh once more to attempt another leg drop, Koresh caught him.

Tony- Koresh caught Spaz before he could launch again, now it looks like he's got him wrapped up in a sleeper hold. This could be all over ladies and gentlemen.

Spaz gasped for air, beating his fists against the massive arms of koresh. Due to size, and to make matters worse, spaz could barely touch the ground. His tip toes barely grazed the mat, and when Koresh arched back, there was no helping him.

Chris- Aww shit... Remember how uh, Inkt and Johnny couldn't get past security?

Tony- Are you kidding me? They got in? Oh, its looking bad for koresh.

Chris- Nah, they're not getting in, but look who's comin to. Dougie, is back on his feet, and he's got the tard fire brewing inside of him.

The crowd begins to cheer loudly as the cRu's lowly underdog manages to make his way to his feet. A smile curves his lips, as he grabs a steel chair on the way down the ramp. Folding it, he stops about ten feet short of the ring, and hoists it with force. The chair, flies through the air with a mission, and with some sort of retard precision, manages to strike Koresh square between the shoulder blades, causing him to loosten his grip on spaz. Not all the way, but enough for spaz to escape.

Tony- I'll be damned, I honestly didn't know those kind of people could have such good aim.

Chris- They don't he was probably aiming for the center of the ring.

Tony- That's fucked up.

Chris- I know right? It totally worked in his favor.

Dougie then flips off Koresh, and begins to make his way back up the ramp slowly to meet up with Inkt, and Johnny. The three of them then dissappear backstage.

Spaz drops to his knees a bit, gasping for breath, as the chair shot on koresh seems to have taken his focus away. However, it was short lived, as Koresh then picks up the chair from behind him, turns to hoist it and bring it down onto the head of Spaz. However, spaz, some how through sheer dick fury was air born. His feet connecting with the broad side of the chair, smashing it into the still fucked up face of Koresh. Koresh drops the chair and stumbles back into the ropes. Spaz, takes koresh and whips him into the corner, quickly chasing after. Spaz cartwheels and spring boards himself around the neck of Koresh, attempting a hurricarana, and to the crowd's surprise, he managed to pull it off. Koresh, not so much slinged to the mat was more of a drop. Spaz, feeling the momentum pops to his feet once more, and runs up the turnbuckle.

The crowd pops as they know what's coming next.

Tony- Looks like spaz is wanting to end this one early. He's got the momentum, let's see if he can pull it off.

Chris- I doubt it. As much as I hate to say it, i dont think that hurricarana was enough to keep alex down.

Tony- Wanna bet?

Chris- Two whores, and an 8 ball of coke.

Tony- I was thinkin a pizza.

Chris- That works too.

Spaz throws his hands up in the air and taunts the downed Koresh before throwing himself into the air. Mid rotation, Spaz notices Koresh is stirring, throwing him off a bit. Just enough to not completely follow through with the move. As spaz finishes the rotation and sprawls out, his neck is met by an air born grasp from koresh.

Chris- Holy shit! Spazardous to your health is countered by a fucking meltdown?! Are you kidding me?

Tony- You owe me a pizza, you skinny lil fuck.

Chris- Fuck i do. We didn't shake on it.

Tony- Damn, you do belong in the cRu.

Chris- What do you mean belong... I am cRu.

The crowd is on their feet as both men lie on the mat battered and gasping for breath. It was a hell of an impact that my words just can't do justice to, but all in all, it was a sight to behold. Koresh, feeling a bit more momentum than Spaz is stirring a bit, and getting to his feet.

Tony- What's this? Koresh is making his way to the turn buckle now, and is climbing.

Chris- An eye for an eye?

Tony- I dont know. Last time i saw him go top rope, it was against johnny.

Chris- And how did it pan out. I don't remember.

After a bit of taunting to the downed spaz, and to energize the crowd, Koresh flings himself with force into the air. Due to his enormous stature, and brute power, the scene is that of something out of WWE superstars. It just looked too over the top to be true. Mid flight, Koresh adjusts his body, extending his elbow.

Tony- Aww, shit. Exorcism!

Koresh's elbow smashes into the sternum of Spaz, causing him to shoot up uncontrollably. Koresh, rolls off, and picks spaz up by the head, and slings him into the turnbuckle once more. Slowly, and methodically, AK ponders what to do with Spaz next.

The crowd begins to chant FYK loudly. Koresh just smiled to himself as best he could through the pain. Koresh nears the battered and beaten spaz and lunges a large palm at the smaller man, grasping the face of spaz, quickly, he switches sides with him, and begins to climb the turnbuckle backwards. taking spaz's arm in one of his hands, he pulls the smaller man up with him. As the two of them steady themselves on the top rope, Alex almost bear hugs Spaz, and spring boards the two of them off the top rope into the air towards the crowd. Alex, while mid air, begins to rotate putting the two of them into a drawn out flip.

Tony- Shit, they're running out of room to land. This isn't going to end well.

Chris- Who said anything about landing?

Tony- Well they're not gonna fly away... They need to land some where.

Almost as though Koresh had heard the announcers, as the flip neared the downward momentum, Koresh lets go of spaz, almost as though both of them entered a free fall. At the last minute, koresh swings his legs up and extends them to the lower back of Spaz, sending more energy into the little man. Koresh however, lost all forward momentum, and began to fall quickly. Spaz on the other hand, was on a collision course with the stands. Fans quickly began to get out of the way, as his body came falling from the air like a bomb in their direction. Koresh, managed to hit first, landing solidly on his ass, while in the meantime, he got to witness spaz crash violently into the stands.

Tony- HOLY SHIT! This match has got to be over.

Chris- So, let me get this straight... Koresh launched the both of them off of the turnbuckle, began to engage in a flip, then, changed his mind, let go of spaz mid air, and then pushed off of the little guy with his legs, sending him into the crowd? Did i get that right?

Tony- Yeah, but when you say it, it doesn't sound as cool. Just think of the sheer power and concentration that went into that. I mean, for a big guy, hell for any one to even pull that kind of shit off is a miracle in and of itself. Koresh will be lucky if he didn't break his tail bone on the landing.

Chris- Spaz would be lucky if he's still alive. He's motionless.

Tony- But listen to this crowd! They're eating it up, Chris. They want more. Koresh has just set some sort of new standard in improvised violence. You'd think that he had been practicing parkour for years or something with the way he was able to manipulate the force.

Chris- The fuck's parkour?

Tony- Ninja shit. french ninja shit.

Chris- There's no ninjas in france.

Tony- stating the obvious again i see... But, there is for sure a fucking ninja in Germany tonight, and his name is AK.

Koresh is slow to his feet once more, as he looks to end the match now. Slowly he climbs over the railing separating the ring from the crowd. A sadistic smile stretches from ear to ear as he takes it upon himself to send a message to the world once more. Moving in on the downed spaz, he leans down, picks him up, and hoists him over his shoulders, sending spaz air born once more. Spaz hits the poorly matted outer ring area with a limp thud. Koresh taking his time once more, is cheered out of the crowd, and patted on the back with painful strikes. Leaning down over spaz once more, he picks him up to his feet and slings him into the ring, under the ropes. Following after, Koresh tiredly drops to his knees, and then covers spaz up for the pin.

1...
2...
........3

Chris- He did it! Koresh took this one to the bank. the losing streak is over.

Tony- I have seen some things in my time as a wrestler, and even more things in my time working with PCW, but I have never seen what i saw tonight. Koresh, seriously just raised the bar for holy shit moves.

Chris- You can say that again, partner. Oh, and we didn't even fight this match either. We actually got along.

Tony- Well, isn't that some shit. Two firsts in one match.

[Ryan Pugh]

Taylor Davis: The following match is set for one fall, already in the ring is James Wright. And his opponent, he is the "Kizer of Kool" The most Miami star in PCW, MIAMI MIKE!!!!!!!!!

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.

[DING DING]

Mike comes out swinging as he hits a series of left jabs and follows it up with a hard right hook as he completes the Miami Special. Wright staggers and now has his back to Mike, Mike grabs Wright by the hair and spins around hitting a version of a neck breaker that he calls the Miami Explosion! Mike now picks Wright up and hooks both arms as he looks around with a smirk on his face. Mike lifts Wright up and hits a double underhook piledriver as Wright's head bounces off the mat with a thud.

Fat Tony: There is the Player Hater, the most Miami move in PCW, this one is over already

Chris Styles: Tony this one was over before it started

Mike looks down with a smirk on his face and instead of going for a pin, he drops down and hooks the arm and head of Wright as he locks in the Miami Vice DELUXE!!!!! After just a few moments, Wright has no choice but to tap out and end the match.

[DING DING]

Taylor Davis: And your winner via a very Miami submission, MIAMI MIKE!!!!!

[Ryan Pugh]

"Cold" by Crossfade kicks over the PA System as the fans immediately erupt in a course of boos. After a few moments THE PCW World Heavyweight Champion appears at the top of the stage. He is wearing a tuxedo...KiNda...The pants are tux pants, only the shirt and the jacket have had the sleeves ripped off. Johnny has his PCW World Heavyweight Championship Title around his waist and his half of the PCW World Tag Team titles slung over his shoulder. He walks down to the ring soaking in every bit of hatred coming from this red hot German crowd.

Chris Styles: HELLLZZZ YEAH! STAND UP TONY STAND UP WE ARE IN THE PRESSENCE OF THE GREATEST BOOOO...PROFILIN AND STYLIN BITCH! PAY HOMAGE TO YOUR CHAMPION!!!

Fat Tony: I will do no such thing...And Chris....Is that a boner? Come on man that is your fucking cousin dude! Get a grip!

Chris Styles: I knew you were checking out my package ya nasty bastard! I KNEW IT!

Fat Tony: No you're just standing up and well how do you not notice it?

Chris Styles: That's all CHEETAH BABY! BOOOOOO!

Fat Tony: Yeah whatever, well The World Champion is obviously dressed up, I wonder what the special occasion is?

Chris Styles: He's the World Champion Tony, if my cousin wants to dress like a PiMp that's his business!

Fat Tony: Jesus you are Dense...

Chris Styles: Thank you Tony, that was nice of you!

Johnny then struts over to the ring slowly walking to taunt the fans. He finally steps through the ropes and holds up his half of the PCW World Tag Team Championship, and points to the PCW World Title around his waist. He then smirks as he takes his place in the center of the ring.

LA Johnny Stylez: Ladies and Gentlemen let me start off by saying that of all the places that I have been boo'd in Germany has to be the most ironic. Yeah you mother phuckerz boo me, but you assholes are known for sticking people in ovens...I'm just sayin! How bad am I really?...Anyway, yall think about that one for a second...Go ahead I'll wait!

The Fans then let JOHNNY PHUCKING HAVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEE IT. Johnny then smirks arrogantly as he holds up his hands for them to shut their ignorant mouths.

LA Johnny Stylez: OK onto matters more important, because believe me when I tell ya Germany sitting here telling you people that you are just as stupid as every other wrestling fan I have ever preformed in front of aint exactly breaking news, you know what I mean? What I came out here today for was to make a very special announcement. Seeing that it is the end of the year we all know this means a few things. It means that we are getting close to Hall of Fame time right? End of the Year Awards! So having said that I was sitting backstage a few weeks ago and I had a thought. You know during this time we sure spend a lot of time thanking and recgonizing people for their contributions to making this sport and the companies that we preform for the tremendous success that they are. And that is all well and good believe me I'm all for it, because well anytime you think about things like that it just kinda goes without saying that sooner or later, once, twice, maybe even a hundred times my name comes up!

The crowd then boos again as Johnny takes a moment to flash that arrogant smirk of his.

LA Johnny Stylez: But don't get me wrong because I didn't come out here to thank anyone for anything. Actually I came out here to do the exact opposite. You see we at the cRu think we should visit the opposite end of the spectrum. We think it's time to give recgtonition and credit where credit is due to some of the biggest asshats, jokes, and humiliating members this company has ever seen. It is time to recgonize the people we could have most definitley done without. It is time we bring to light the biggest failures, biggest asshats, and the biggest curtian jerkers the NEW or PCW has ever seen. Which is why I am out here to announce that seven days from tonight The cRu will proudly present to you the very first induction to the NEW/PCW

!!!!!HaLL OF SHAME!!!!!
Because Like I Said It's Time To Give Credit Where Credit Is Due!

It's time we remember those of us that came along and shouted to the world and the high heavens that they were the difference makers, the game changers, and the impact players that were going to carry this company and this sport to levels above and beyond where we are now. Only to have miserably failed and have fallen by the wayside thanks to yours truly and the other members of the cRu and this company who actually have that stuff what's it called?...OH YEAH NOW I REMEMBER

!!!!!T.A.L.E.N.T!!!!!!
So Please Join Me Next Week When We Pay Homage To The Talentnless, The Idiotz, And The Failures

Who have given us all so very much to laugh about! Because really our greatness had to start somewhere right! So having said that I will leave you stupid Germans to your own devices to finish watching whatever curtian jerking extravaganza we have coming up for you right after this, as you get warmed up for what you really came to see, which of course is YOUR PCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION as well as the other members of the most elite and dominant faction in the world of Pro Wrestling TODAY...The cRu! So again don't forget to tune in next week, because while it may not be fun...it sure as phuck will be FUNNY! So until later asshats this is your World Heavyweight Champion telling you to

!!!!!SOAK!!!!!
!!!!!SoMe!!!!!
!!!!!!!UP!!!!!!
...And Please Don't Forget That Myself And THE cRu are JusT STRAIGHT UP

~!$$!~ BeTTeRTHaNu ~!$$!~
...AND ALWAYS WILL BE!!!

And don't you asshatz forget it!

"Cold" By Crossfade then hits over the PA System as Johnny removes his World Title from around his waist and holds his title belts high in the air as he grinz arrogantly as the fans let him have it, as the camera cuts back to the announce table where Chris Styles and Fat Tony are sitting.

Chris Styles: See MY COUSIN is a got damn Genius Tony...He gave us the one thing we actually needed a hall of shame!

Fat Tony: Ohh great I can't wait to see who those geniuses pick to put in there. I'll bet you it will be one of the most bias and assanine award ceremonies in the history of awards of professional wrestling!

Chris Styles: What are you talking about? If anything this is very generous of my cousin and his friends to do, because this is them paying respect to the little people who helped them along the way to becoming the GREATEST SUPERSTARS OF ALL TIME! Not everyone can be super awesome you know.

Fat Tony: Yeah I do know, I sit next to you on a weekly basis!

Chris Styles: Tony, for like the millionth time...Your nick name is Fat mine is Cheetah! That right there makes me SUPER AWESOME...and a SUPER FREAK BOOOO!!!

Fat Tony: What do you mean for the millionth time that is literally the first time you have ever said that to me...Fans I'm sorry we need to take a break we'll be right back!

[Ryan Pugh]

Santino Piazza is already in the ring after his introduction, waiting for his opponent to make her debut.



Rainbow strobe lights flash wildly around the arena suddenly, as 'Metro' suddenly blasts out of the speakers. The lights flash around the entire arena one last time, before floating back to the entrance, and out of the curtain steps a young woman in rather revealing pink clothing with a mango smoothie in hand. Walking beside her is a small, furry buffalo in a top hat and monocle, and Carrie Haute in matching clothing. A red lizard is wrapped around Jen's shoulders, glaring around as Ryette hands her smoothie to one of the fans and starts dancing for the crowd.

Taylor Davis: And his opponent, making her debut in PCW, she hails from Pascoag, Rhode Island and weighs in at 126lbs, JEN RYETTE!

Once the chorus plays from the speakers, Jen stops dancing and starts moving forward, skipping along the ramp. As she steps up to the ring, pyro suddenly shoots up at the end of the ramp, and she pounces forward, sliding into the ring with ease. Cheerily hopping to her feet, Jen waves giddily at the crowd before she places her lizard down, and he crawls to the corner and out of the ring, along with the fluffabo and Carrie. Jen then gets into a zenkutsu-dachi stance as she looks over at Santino, the bell resounding as he moves forward.

Chris Styles: So we have the debut of Jen against Santino. This should be fun!

Jen rushes forward and nails Santino with a Savate Kick, following this up with a Lotus Kick and then, after springing onto the nearby ropes, a Tilt-a-Whirl Crossbody Block. Piazza is down on the canvas as Jen assumes her fighting stance again, only to do a handspring and jump into a corkscrew moonsault across his grounded body!

Fat Tony: Jen is impressive here. She’s like a ninja!

Chris Styles: A sexy ninja!

Piazza makes his way back up as Jen checks that her pets are okay near the corner, running at Santino and striking him with a chop. She does a few more of them before taking him down with an Enziguri, all to dazzle the crowd with a Shooting Star Senton Splash from the mat!

Chris Styles: Wow, that was amazing!

Fat Tony: And Piazza is struggling to fight back here. Jen is all over this guy!

Jen continues to concentrate on Santino inside the ring as Carrie roams around the outside of it, Piazza getting back to his feet and turning around to face Jen. She then runs forward looking for a headscissors, but Santino blocks it with his arms, spinning Jen back around and planting her with a facebuster!

Fat Tony: Piazza coming back into this with that innovative counter. I don’t think I’ve seen a headscissors countered like that before.

Chris Styles: She was spun upwards and then drilled onto her face! I hope she hasn’t lost any teeth!

Fat Tony: If she did, you’d have some to affiliate with ... but that’s a stretch...

Santino brings Jen back up and nails her with a Back Body Drop, only to pull her back up again and deliver a Body Slam. Piazza feels his face for a moment before he brings Ryette back to her feet once more, whipping her at the ropes and executing a standard hip toss, followed by a low dropkick to the back of her neck. Santino looks around at the crowd before he decides to head high, climbing the turnbuckle and keeping an eye on Jen as she starts to stand again. Piazza jumps off looking for a diving spear, but Jen quickly counters with a dropkick to his face! Santino rolls about as Jen climbs the same turnbuckle herself, jumping off with a flying Senton that has her crush Santino!

Fat Tony: Now Jen is coming back. She’s really dominating here.

Chris Styles: Santino has to keep Jen down, but she’s so fast that might be impossible!

Jen creates some distance between her and Santino as he starts to stand back up in pain, Ryette then running forward and completing a Round-Off Flash Kick, which she calls the Lollipop Twirl! At that moment, Carrie starts celebrating as Jen looks impressed by it, Jen suddenly looking towards Carrie. Her eyes widen as she absorbs the tight pink leotard she is wearing, Carrie smiling brightly at Jen and waving. Jen waves back as she goes near the ropes, this distraction obviously not doing her any favours.

Fat Tony: I think Jen is too busy looking at what Carrie is wearing to finish Piazza off here.

Chris Styles: How can you blame her? That leotard is fucking sexy!

Jen fails to break her gaze though as Santino finally gets up, going behind Ryette and taking advantage of the distraction with a tight inside cradle. All Carrie can do is watch as the referee starts counting, but Piazza deviously grabs onto the nearby ropes for leverage...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Fat Tony: Santino just pinned Jen after the distraction, but he had to use the ropes to do it!

Chris Styles: Damn that was cheap!

Taylor Davis: Here is your winner, SANTINO PIAZZA!

[Ryan Pugh]

Screaming in anticipation for the coming match, the crowd shows their undying support for their favorite superstars and divas. It's amazing to see the excitement pouring throughout the packed Dusseldorf arena. At the announce table, even Chris Styles and Fat Tony are at the edge of their seats. Suddenly, however, the arena goes dark. The fans quiet down and begin to murmur in shock and confusion. Then, the screen turns white.

A milky color blinds everyone watching as their attention is completely focused on the mysterious event unfolding before their eyes. That's when writing begins to form. Cursive black letters swirl onto the screen, spelling out, "12-16-11"

The murmuring heightens now as the fans remember last weeks show, when a similar message played before the main event. The screen then inverts, turning the background black and the words upon it white, which swirl in a smoke-like design before being replaced.

"Your time is coming to an end, failed by those who pretend to care..." Chris reads off the screen, quietly staring as his broadcast partner stares, mouth gaping open.

"But, what could this mean? Is this the same thing from last week?," Tony asks, turning to Chris.

"I don't know..."

The words once again swirl, and suddenly, two slightly lighter silhouettes appear in the background. Just barely visible and not discernible at all. They're joined by the words, "Our time is upon you, and there is no hope for those who hold fear in their hearts."

"This is just freaky," Chris states, watching as those words disappear as well, "Now it's saying there's more than one person coming? What is this?"

A final message swirls onto the screen, this one in a blood red color rather than it's milky white predecessors. A dripping style to each word, the message spells out, "12-16-11"

Directly under the date appears, "Oblivion Doesn't Come Soon Enough." The lights return, leaving the fans and announcers with more questions than answers. Shaking their heads, Fat Tony and Chris Styles return their attention to the upcoming match.

[Ryan Pugh]

Taylor Davis : First to the ring it is Agustus D’Agosta!!!

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

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

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

Taylor Davis : And now his opponent, member of Misfits......Tommy Kain!!!!

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

D’Agosta turns his full attention to Tommy. He walked directly up to his opponent and slams his fist hard in Kain’s face. Tommy catches the ropes and swings himself to the outside, annoyed at Agustus and shoots an angry glare at the referee. The bell is rung, and Agustus paces the ring waiting for Tommy to get in the ring.

Fat Tony: That's how Agustus should treat Tommy, he is not worthy of his time.

Tommy charges towards Agustus, who with very little effort manages to grab a hold of his arm and arm drags him over him. Tommy quickly kips up, and tries again, but Agustus once again performs an arm drag. Tommy stares at Agustus, kips up, but then decides not to run towards Agustus. Instead, Tommy motions for Agustus to come over to him, and Agustus sprints towards Tommy. Tommy prepares to super kick Agustus, but Agustus quickly executes a missile dropkick to Tommy leg.

Chris Styles: Wow, fast paced match Fat Tony?

Tommy falls down to the mat, and grabs his leg in pain. Agustus grabs Bone's legs, and locks on an Sharp Shooter. Tommy shakes his head as the referee looks at him, trying to see if he will submit to the submission hold. However, he refuses to give in, and reaches back, hoping to grab onto one of bottom ropes. Eventually, he succeeds in doing that, and the referee tugs on Agustus, who sees that Tommy had latched onto the ropes. Agustus gets up, but as he leans down to lift up Tommy, Tommy rolls him into a small package...........1........2.......... Agustus kicks out.

Fat Tony: Interesting?

Tommy stares at Agustus, and Agustus kips up, as does Tommy. Tommy extends his arms, inviting Agustus to perform a test of strength against him. Agustus accepts the invitation, but Tommy kicks him in the gut instead, and put his head to the right side of his waist. Tommy hits a Power Bomb, going into the pin................1............2............... Agustus kicks out.

Tommy lifts up Agustus, but Agustus shoves Tommy into the ropes. Tommy is propelled back towards Agustus, and Agustus prepares to back drop Tommy. However, Tommy is ready for the move, and instead grabs Agustus's head with his legs, performing a floor level head scissors takeover. Agustus rolls out of the ring, and shakes off the cobwebs, but Tommy is ready, and dives off with a tope to the outside. Tommy knocks down Agustus, and both men are out of it for a second or two, before the referee begins counting.

Fat Tony: Tommy seems to be getting a bit frustrated?

Chris Styles: Yeah he wants to beat him.

Fat Tony: That's why he's doing things that we don't usually associate with him.

Tommy realizes what is going on, and lifts up Agustus. He rolls him into the ring, and jumps on the apron. Tommy hesitates for a second, and then propels himself over the top rope, hitting a Springboard Guillotine Leg drop across Agustus's throat, quickly hooking the leg for the pinfall.........1..................2..............2.5........Agustus kicks out of the manoeuvre, and Tommy slaps the mat in frustration. Agustus, meanwhile, is slowing getting around, and sees Tommy grabbing him. As Tommy lifts up Agustus, Agustus sees his opportunity, and low blows Kane. Tommy keels over, and the instant of weakness is enough. Agustus quickly hooks his arm around Tommy head, and hits a DDT, bouncing Tommy head off the canvas. Agustus ponders for a second and then heads to the top turnbuckle.

Fat Tony: It looks like we are about to see the Righteous Indignation!!!!

Agustus launches himself off the top but as he’s about to land on Tommy, Tommy brings his knees up. Agustus rolls around on mat clutching his ribs. Tommy pulls him up and locks him in place and hits him with the Tommy Knocker.

Chris Styles: OH!!

Tommy rolls him up as the referee goes for the count…………….1.………….2.………………….3!!!!

Fat Tony: Tommy Kain has won!

[Ryan Pugh]

We cut backstage to the office of Ryan Pugh as he and Johnny Stylez are in the middle of a heated debate.

Pugh: Dude Georgia is going to beat the happy horse shit out of LSU and you fucking know it. Just go ahead and give us the SEC title bitch!

Johnny: How much of my weed did you smoke fatty? The honey badger is going to eat your fucking lunch! End of story! We are going win by like seventy or some shit!

Pugh: Care to make a little bet?

Johnny: Why? Every time I bet with you, you just pretend it didn't happen if I win and if you win you will not shut the hell up about it. So what's the point?

Pugh: Yeah you got me there

A knock is heard at the door and before anyone can say anything, the door opens and in walks the wife of Ryan Pugh, Sarah Pugh.

Johnny: Oh please tell me this is another dream

Sarah: Shut the hell up Johnny

Pugh: What do you want? It has been nice and peaceful around here without you around

Sarah: You got some mail at the hotel and its marked urgent so I thought you might actually need it. Wouldn't have had to bring it over if you had an actual assistant and not just a slut you call assistant. You know I have a great idea, why don't you fire her?

Pugh: And why don't you jump off a cliff?

Johnny: I LOVE THAT IDEA!

Pugh and Sarah: SHUT UP JOHNNY!!!

Pugh: So where is this mail at?

Sarah tosses an envelope on the desk of Pugh and he wastes no time opening it up. The look on his face is one of frustration as Johnny sits up in his chair with a little worry on his face.

Johnny: What is it?

Pugh: They did it again

Johnny: Did what?

Pugh: This is a booked card for next week and the main event has you and Al defending your tag titles against Tommy Kain and LA FUCKING Kief!

Johnny: Seriously? What the fuck is going on around here?

Pugh: Oh it gets worse, at the bottom it informs me that since the Nick Newman and Chip Shiller match was canceled that Apathy will take the third spot at XXXmas for your belt!

Johnny: Koresh and Apathy? You have got to be fucking joking right?

Pugh: You know I actually have a way to fix that one, as you know I am a man of opportunity and if whoever the fuck is messing with us wants to give Apathy the opportunity at you then I am all for it.

Johnny: You are?

Pugh: If she can beat me next week on Insanity! But if I win then I become the third person in the main event with you and Koresh!

Johnny: Oh there is my tonz of fun! So you still haven't figured out who is behind this I guess?

Pugh: Nope, but I think I have it narrowed down enough to were this will be cracked very soon. Whoever the hell this asshat is will soon find out that you don't fuck with the cRu and get away with it. In the mean time, you and Al go handle your business against Pain and Apathy.

Johnny: Will do boss

[Ryan Pugh]

Taylor Davis: The following contest is a tag match, scheduled for one fall. First, making this way to the ring, they come in at a combine weight of 330lbs. They are the team of The PCW Southern Champion Ophelia Pain, and “The Femme Icon” Apathy!

The two girls come out from the back and immediately make their way down to the ring as a hail of catcalls and wolf whistles greets them from the crowd. As they climb into the ring, they both raise their hands to the audience before turning their attention to the ramp, waiting for their opponents.

Fat Tony: I got to tell you Chris, I do not envy these two women.

Chris Styles: I don’t envy them, it’s Al and Johnny I envy…

Fat Tony: How?

Chris Styles: Tag teamed by Apathy and Pain? What man WHOULDN’T be envious.

Taylor Davis: And finally, making their way to the ring. They come in at a combine weight of 485lbs. and representing the cRu. They are the current PCW Tag Team Champions, L.A. Johnny Stylez and Al Envy, WrestlingZ MOst WaNted!

The German crowd immediately launches into a hail of boos as Johnny and Envy make their way out from the back, before suddenly the girls climb out of the ring and come running towards them, Ophelia downing Envy with a spear, while Apathy strikes out against Johnny with a superkick, flooring their opponents, before the girls climb on top of them, delivering a series of punches each.

Fat Tony: Well looks like these girls didn’t want to wait to make their intensions known.

Chris Styles: I like a woman who gets strait to the point.

Fat Tony: And sometimes all they have to do is look like women…

Chris Styles: SHUT UP!

Finally the girls get back to their feet, before grabbing Johnny and Al and bringing them towards the ring, before suddenly the boys gain their composure, and begin fighting back. Knocking Pain’s hand away, Envy begins performing a series of harsh uppercuts on Ophelia, knocking her back towards the apron of the ring, before finally he grabs he, before performing a 360 Irish Whip, and sending her back first into the apron, before running up and striking her gut with a harsh knee. On the other side, Johnny begins going blow for blow with Apathy, her face showing her rage before suddenly Stylez rakes her eye, making her stumble back. Taking the advantage, Johnny immediately runs forward, before grabbing Apathy and hitting the codebreaker.

Fat Tony: The Heart Break Hit at ringside!

Chris Styles: And Apathy deserves it after she breaks my heart time and time again…

Fat Tony: How does she do that?

Chris Styles: She says she won’t sleep with me…

With Apathy holding her face at on the ground, Johnny throws in a few boots to her gut and side for good measure, before looking over at Al and Ophelia, and going over to assist his partner. As he walks up to the pair of them, Envy is still on control as he begins striking Pain across the chest with a harsh chop. Seeing Johnny watching beside him, Al steps aside, before presenting Ophelia to him, willing him to have a go as well. Johnny complies with a harsh backhand across Pain’s face, causing her to tumble to the ground. Al nods his head approvingly, before giving Johnny a golf clap, before both men grab Ophelia by the hair and begin to pull her back to her feet, before suddenly Pain comes to life, raising her arms for a double low blow, before grabbing…and twisting…the groins of both men.

Fat Tony: Well when Pain use to go out with Al, I doubt that was the kind of handjob she was giving him…

Chris Styles:…I’d still take one…

As both men fall to the floor, in clear pain, Ophelia gets up slowly before going over to Apathy, who’s slowly getting back to her feet, before Pain helps her up the rest of the way. As The Femme Icon regains her composure, she looks over to the two men on the floor, before going over and picking Johnny up once again, before bring him up to ringside over the ropes, before climbing in herself and pulling Stylez in for a Rope Hung DDT, before going for the pin.

ONE…

TW-

Fat Tony: And Stylez kicks out. And it would seem that we’ve started getting some control to this match up-

Chris Styles: What are you talking about? Pain and Envy are STILL going at it at ringside!

Back on the outside of the ring, Ophelia grabbed Al’s head and brought him to his feet, before delivering a harsh knee into the gut of Envy, before backing off, looking for her next move. However, as she comes running, Al rushes forward, getting under Pain, before performing a back body drop right onto the crowd barrier!

Fat Tony: OH SHIT! Did you see the height on that?!

Chris Styles: And I don’t think Ophelia is going to get up from that one ANY time soon!

As Pain rolls off the crowd barrier onto the floor, struggling to move, Envy turns his attention back to the ring. Meanwhile, back in the ring, Apathy slowly pulls Johnny back to his feet, before he delivers a harsh gut shot, knocking The Femme Icon a step back. Taking his advantage he quickly grabs Apathy before striking out with a Reverse Russian Leg Sweep, smacking her head into the canvas, before going for a pin of his own.

ONE…

TWO-

Fat Tony: And a kickout from Apathy!

Chris Styles: What I would do to have her squirm under me…

As Johnny sits himself up, he looks over to Al who’s just turned his attention to the action in the ring, before Stylez calls him in. As Envy climbs into the ring, Johnny pulls Apathy to her feet, before Irish Whipping her towards Al, who strikes out with a Martial Arts Kick to Apathy’s gut, before grabbing her head and bringing her in for a Snap DDT, and going for a pin of his own.

ONE…

TWO…

Fat Tony: Apathy kicks out again!

Chris Styles: What can I say, the woman prefers to be on top, just the way I like her…

Looking down at Apathy, Envy shakes his head at her, before looking over to Johnny. As Stylez walks over, their pair of them pick her up, before taking her over to the turnbuckle. Outside the ring, Ophelia is back to her feet, holding the small of her back as she begins walking towards the turnbuckle in question. Back in the ring, the two men place Apathy into the Tree of Woe, before backing away, looking to do some damage. Suddenly, Stylez comes running, jumping in the air for a running dropkick, but right at the last minute, Apathy pulls herself up the turnbuckle, causing Johnny to glide under her. As he goes, Ophelia quickly grabs one of Johnny’s legs, before smashing it into the turnbuckle, before pulling him from the ring, causing him to land hard down at ringside. Back in the ring, Al rushes up to Apathy, who quickly positions herself to be seated on the turnbuckle. Envy quickly begins running up the turnbuckle, looking to overpower Apathy with his heightened position, but The Femme Icon quickly begins fighting back, before grabbing his leg, and knocking the back of his knee, causing him to fall back into the ring.

Fat Tony: Wrestlings Most Wanted clearly underestimated the tenacity of Apathy.

Chris Styles: That woman can go all night long if she wants to.

Fat Tony: And I’m sure she does…just not with you…

With Al on his back, Apathy quickly scales the Turnbuckle fully, before jumping off for a double foot stomp right into the face of Envy, and going for a pin once again.

ONE…

TWO…

Fat Tony: Kickout from Envy!

Back at ringside, Ophelia continues to work on the leg of Johnny, kicking it harshly before slamming it down onto the floor, and climbing into the ring. As both girls stand together, they both watch Al get to his feet, before suddenly Apathy comes and strikes out with a Superkick, stunning Envy in place, before Ophelia performs a handstand, wrapping her legs around Envy’s neck, before finishing the hurricrana, before locking in the leg choke.

Fat Tony: Excellent variation of the Spookshow Thriller, and just as effective…

Chris Styles: What I would give to have those legs wrapped around my head…

Fat Tony: Seriously, Chris, starting to look a little desperate now.

As Al begins writhing around, trying his best to power out of the leg choke, but Pain is keeping him firmly in place. On the outside of the ring, Johnny quickly gets to his feet, limping on his leg slightly, but Apathy is ready for him. Quickly dropping out the ring, The Femme Icon delivers a swift kick to his gut, before locking in the Evenflow DDT, smacking his head down at Ringside, and knocking him out cold.

Fat Tony: And Johnny Stylez has been put out!

Chris Styles: Now if only Apathy would put-

Fat Tony: Don’t even start!

Chris Styles: What? I was gonna say put Johnny back in the ring and get the pin!

Fat Tony: Really?

Chris Styles:…no…

Finally, as Pain continues to squeeze her powerful legs around Envy’s head, he starts blacking out, before finally the ref lifts his arm, and watches it drop to the canvas, before he calls for the bell.

DING!

Fat Tony: And the girls win it in what could be the biggest upset of the night!

Chris Styles: Well both women worked through the odds to achieve that victory, and if they’ll care to meet me in the back, I’ll be willing to give them messages to help with their aching bodies.

Taylor Davis: And your winners, via result of a submission, the team of “The Femme Icon” Apathy and Ophelia Pain!

As the ref hands Ophelia her Southern Title, she takes it, still holding her back in pain, before walking to stand over Envy, holding it above him. While on the outside, Apathy just looks down at the unconscious Stylez, as we cut to a commercial.

[Ryan Pugh]

Having returned from another commercial break, the fans in attendance are ravenous for the next match about to take place, knowing that this has been building for some time, and a prestigious prize will be on the line.

Chris Styles: Are you ready for this next one, Tony? Inkt will be the new TV Champion!

Fat Tony: I wouldn’t be quick to say who’s going to win this next match, but it is going to be hard-hitting from the get-go. I’m certainly excited for this one.

Chris Styles: Yeah, you should be excited, because my main man, the Man of War, is going to leave Kief looking like what he is ... a mound of lard of shit, and he’s taking that Television Title home to the cRu, baby!

The bell resounds to alert the German crowd that the next match is now about to take place, Taylor Davis smiling broadly as she raises the microphone to her lips in the ring.

Taylor Davis: The following contest ... is for the PCW TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!



The lights in the arena turn a shade of dark green as “Almost Famous” by Eminem plays from the speakers, the crowd booing instantly as the song builds. Eventually, after the song reaches its opening chorus, Inkt strolls out slowly with an intense look on his face, the PCW Television Championship on his shoulder. He looks at it for a moment before he studies the crowd, looking sour at their appearances and vocal receptions before he walks down towards the ring, not allowing anyone to touch his muscular frame.

Taylor Davis: Introducing first, he is the challenger! Hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in tonight at 240lbs, he is the “Man of War”, INKT!

Fat Tony: Take note that Taylor Davis said “challenger”. Inkt is not the PCW Television Champion. The only reason he has that belt is because he took possession of it at Tokyo Terror after L.A Kief and Spaz fought in a Dungeon of Pleasure Match for that title, and he has threatened both men to try and take it from him. But tonight, he could end up keeping it permanently if he beats the two-time TV Champion, L.A Kief.

Chris Styles: Which he will! You’ve seen him take down Kief twice, and he almost tore him in half both times! The guy is an absolute monster in that ring, and that is why he is going to be the next champion, without question!

Fat Tony: I’m sure the cRu will be watching this match in the back, but they’d better stay there, because we have been informed that there will be no outside interference here. It’s just between Inkt and Kief, like it should be.

Chris Styles: HA! Like Inkt needs help beating that fat piece of shit! It’s Kief who needs the back-up, but the Misfits will be too scared to try and combat the Man of War!

Inkt enters the ring and sternly forces the championship into the chest of the official that has signed this contest, telling him not to scratch it as he hands it away. Inkt then motions his shoulders to warm up briefly, although it does appear that he is raring to go for this one.

Chris Styles: You can see the intensity in his eyes, Tony. This is going to be a short match, and not to sound mean, but I don’t feel sorry for Kief here. He brought this on himself!

Fat Tony: I don’t think he brought anything onto himself. If anything, it was Inkt that pushed his way into this.

Chris Styles: You’re getting facts mixed up as usual, Tony, but soon there will be one fact after this match. Inkt, PCW TV Champion! Woo, this is going to be great!

Inkt’s music has faded and he is crouched down, waiting eagerly for Kief to make his entrance. The camera closes up on his face, one of seriousness and determination, and for a moment you can see his muscles ripple with pure anger and adrenaline.



As soon as “Welcome To The Strange” by Murderdolls plays, L.A Kief storms out from behind the curtain, rushing to the ring as the crowd cheer for the reigning TV Champion!

Taylor Davis: And his opponent, hailing from Libby, Montana and weighing in at...

Taylor has no chance of finishing her introduction as Kief barrels under the ropes and into the ring, rushing over to Inkt and going toe-to-toe with the monstrous cRu member! The bells sounds frantically as the two trade huge blows, Davis getting out of dodge before she winds up getting struck!

Fat Tony: Kief came out here like a bolt of lightning, and he’s not wasting any time going after Inkt!

Chris Styles: It’s futile! He can try all he wants to brawl with Inkt, but he’ll lose!

Inkt gets the upper hand with clubbing blows, nailing Kief with a hard knee afterwards, but Kief shows some endurance as he blocks a strong right hand and headbutts Inkt straight in the chest! The Man of War stumbles back after the blow which gives Kief some space, but the champion rushes forward and collides with Inkt, the two tumbling over the top rope to the outside!

Fat Tony: This fight has spilled out to the floor, and I can’t see how the referee can control this one!

Chris Styles: Come on Inkt, slam him through the announce desk! It’s repairable!

Kief grabs Inkt in a headlock and brings him over to the steel steps, slamming his face down onto the steel with great impact. Inkt feels his face as he stumbles away from Kief, seemingly not wanting anymore of the strange wrestler, but as Kief approaches him from behind, Inkt spins around and decks him with a sucker punch, all before barging him into the ring post with a shoulder tackle!

Chris Styles: He’s going to break Kief in half, and I love it!

Inkt growls as he wipes his face, grasping Kief before launching him into the barricade with a side toss. Kief lays in a heap on the floor as Inkt advances, towering over him before he forces him upward and drills him onto the floor with a Reverse DDT. Kief tries in vain to muster a defence but it is no use at this point, Inkt punching away at the champion on the ground before he pulls him up to his feet and rolls him back into the ring.

Fat Tony: Now hopefully these two can settle their differences inside the ring, instead of spending the majority of it on the outside.

Chris Styles: You can be so boring, Tony. I want these men to destroy each other ... actually, I take that back. I want Inkt to destroy Kief and break every bone in his fucking body!

Inkt sees Kief trying to sit up after surveying the damage he’s caused so far, the Man of War opportunistically rushing forward and driving his boot into Kief’s face which forces him back down instantly. Inkt then falls to his knees and covers Kief...

ONE!

TWO!

Kief gets his shoulder up!

Fat Tony: Kief showing a lot of fight and heart despite what he’s suffered so far...

Chris Styles: Give Inkt time. He’s doing this slowly and painfully, just so he can be satisfied by putting the ex-champion out of his misery!

Fat Tony: You truly think Inkt has this one in a flash don’t you? Well what if Kief upsets Inkt tonight? What will you say then?

Chris Styles: I won’t say anything, because it’s not going to happen! You’re an idiot.

Inkt has whipped Kief to the corner, rushing forward and driving his weight into him with a body splash. Kief looks groggy already as Inkt crouches down, waiting for Kief to stumble into him, which he does. Inkt then grasps his body and spins him up and around with a powerful spinebuster, again going for the cover as the referee gets into position...

ONE!

TWO!

Kief kicks out again! Inkt looks at the referee for clarification, and he is greeted with two fingers. Shaking his head in disbelief, Inkt then stands up and starts barking at Kief to stay down, but the bizarre man from Montana won’t quit, slowly getting to his knees as Inkt stares at him begrudgingly.

Fat Tony: You can see the determination coming out of Kief here. He wants to retain his title, and have it back in his possession.

Chris Styles: All hope will be lost soon enough, Tony. It’s only a matter of time.

Inkt has a slight smirk on his face as Kief uses his body to get back up, Inkt standing firm as the champion finally reaches his feet. Inkt chuckles at the battered entity of Kief, but that is until L.A measures a slap to Inkt’s face, the crowd cheering mightily after the connection! Inkt immediately starts to growl and get angry before he turns towards Kief, going for a strong clothesline out of frustration. But Kief sees it coming and ducks under, turning around and nailing Kief with an uppercut before he nails the challenger with the Fuck a Duck!

Fat Tony: Kief just struck with the Fuck a Duck! Inkt is down!

Chris Styles: He got lucky to get that shot in! Inkt will battle back!

Kief covers Inkt with a leg hooked...

ONE!

TWO!

Inkt powers out of the cover and kicks out. Kief manages to get up first and starts mounting the turnbuckle closest to their position, Inkt getting to his feet until he is taken unaware by Kief executing a flying clothesline, Inkt collapsing yet again as Kief builds momentum! The crowd are going wild as Kief then jumps up and crushes Inkt with a standing splash, hooking the leg again for a second cover...

ONE!

TWO!

Inkt kicks out yet again!

Chris Styles: Give him time, give him time...

Fat Tony: You sound anxious, Chris. Sure you’re not having second thoughts?

Chris Styles: NO! Of course not! Inkt has this, believe me.

Kief punches away at the Man of War as the challenger starts getting to his feet, Kief barging into Inkt to try and knock him down. This time Inkt stands his ground, Kief then running towards the ropes to try for a running splash. But after the rebound, Inkt shoots his leg up and catches the champion in the face with a big boot, Kief not being able to block it and being floored!

Chris Styles: There we go, baby! That’s more like it!

Inkt scowls at Kief before he forces him back up, placing his head between his legs and using immense strength to deliver a Powerbomb! Inkt then lies across Kief for a cover...

ONE!

TWO!

NO! NO! KIEF KICKED OUT!

Chris Styles: Holy shit, what?!

Fat Tony: Kief is surviving! He is hanging on to try and stay the TV Champion!

The fans are fully behind Kief as Inkt looks around in aggravation, showing the early signs of the destructive side that he emits when he’s angered or enraged. Suddenly it manifests as he jumps up and stomps down on the canvas with his feet, roaring aloud before he waits for Kief to stand. However, Kief seems to have one last ditch effort up his sleeve as he secretively puts his hand into his pants, keeping his back turned to Inkt as he stands. Inkt then gets impatient and storms over to Kief, spinning him around, but in doing so Kief brings his covered hand up and stuffs a fry container into Inkt’s mouth, the fans going ballistic as he utilizes Mr Fry-O!

Fat Tony: MR FRY-O! Mr Fry-O has come to Germany!

Chris Styles: Agh! That disgusting thing should be taken away, but it’s stuffed down Inkt’s throat!

Inkt looks grossed out and pained at the same time as he slaps away at Kief’s arm, only to drive his knee into Kief’s sternum to break away. Inkt splutters and wipes his mouth as Kief drops Mr Fry-O, Inkt then turning around and running at Kief for a neckbreaker!

Chris Styles: YES! Break his neck, and get rid of that fucking fry thing!

Inkt still looks disgusted as Kief blinks his eyes, trying to keep focused on the match at hand. Inkt then covers Kief again to try and keep him down...

ONE!

TWO!

NO! KIEF BARELY GETS HIS SHOULDER UP!

Fat Tony: And this match continues!

Inkt shouts out before he forces Kief back up, starting to shout into Kief’s face about why he should stay down. Kief, looking to be on his last legs, has enough and pushes Inkt away, only to twist around and nail Inkt in the jaw with the MOUTH FULL OF KIEF!

Chris Styles: NOOOOO!

Fat Tony: MOUTH FULL OF KIEF, OUT OF NOWHERE! THE CHALLENGER IS DOWN!

Inkt looks out cold as Kief exhales, gradually making his way over to Inkt for the cover. The crowd refuse to stay quiet as they see the cover coming closer, Kief finally draping his arm over Inkt’s chest...

ONE!

TWO!

NO! NO! INKT KICKED OUT!

Chris Styles: OH THANK GOD!

Fat Tony: I knew you’d be having second thoughts!

Kief is in shock as Inkt got his shoulder up just in time. Both me stagger to their feet, Kief turns around, DULL NEEDLE!!!!!!!!!

1.......
2......
.......3!!!!!!!

[DING DING]

Taylor Davis: Here is your winner and NEW PCW TV CHAMPION, INKT!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Ryan Pugh]

[Ryan Pugh]

Taylor Davis: The following is your Insanity Super Show main event and is for the PCW Insane Rulez championship. Introducing first, the reigning and defending Insane Rulez champion. From Upstate, New York, "Mr. Homicide" REDRUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The crowd goes nuts as Rummy makes his way out onto the stage with Candy right by his side. The Insane Rulez title is over the shoulder of Redrum and a barbed wire wrapped Singapore cane is in his right hand. Rummy holds the cane up over his head as the fans erupt once again with Rob Zombie blasting in the background.

Fat Tony: The champ looks primed and ready to defend his title here tonight in Germany.

Chris Styles: Yeah I will admit that he has the crowd on his side and he has the hunger in his eyes but Pugh is just a different beast all together. This one is just simply going to be ugly and violent!

Fat Tony: And honestly I think that is what both men want as sick as that sounds

As soon as Rummy gets into the ring the lights go out and the arena begins to buzz.

Chris Styles: Wait a minute, is this the darkness that we were warned of last week?

A loud guitar riff is heard echoing through the arena before a spotlight hits the stage

Fat Tony: ITS RAMMSTIEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The crowd goes absolute ape shit as the drums kick in and are quickly followed by some bad ass guitar.

DU

DU HAST

DU HAST MICH

DU

DU HAST

DU HAST MICH

DU

DU HAST

DU HAST MICH

DU

DU HAST

DU HAST MICH!

As soon as the guitar and drums explode back into the song a fit of fire and pyro explode on the stage and out walks Ryan Pugh to a surprisingly loud cheer from the crowd. Pugh has his Xtreme championship around his waist and is playing this ovation up like it was the most shocking thing ever.

Chris Styles: You don't think those teasers were for Pugh do you?

Fat Tony: Knowing Pugh like I do, there is a good chance that is exactly who they were for

Chris Styles: Are you at surprised by the fans reaction to Pugh here tonight?

Fat Tony: Not really, Germany is where Pugh started his career and over the years Germany has been a big part of both Pugh and PCW, so to hear the fans go nuts for him isn't a huge surprise to me.

Chris Styles: Plus it doesn't hurt the fact that he brought out Rammstien who are a German bread group

Pugh gets in the middle of the stage and points out to the camera the barbed wire wrapped microphone stand that the lead singer of Rammstien is using and then looks right in the camera and says "God its great to be me!" With that Pugh gives some dape to the band and makes his way down the ramp.

Taylor Davis: And introducing his challenger, he is the current NEW Xtreme champion. The owner and CEO of Pugh Championship wrestling and he is known the world over as THE INSANE ICON! ladies and gentleman this is, RYAN PUGH!!!!!!!!!!

Pugh steps over the top rope with a giant smirk on his face as he stares across the ring at Redrum who has yet to take his eyes off his challenger.

[DING DING]

As soon as the bell rings, Redrum charges across the ring and slams his barbed wire wrapped Singapore cane into the ribs of Pugh! Rummy draws back and lets out a series of four more shots to the ribs of the big man before striking a couple blows to his right knee and then as he takes a step back, he swings for the fences and connects with the face of Pugh! Pugh falls back against the ropes and Rummy decks him again, right to the face, and then again and THEN AGAIN! Pugh is already bleeding from the repeated shots to the face and he is looking a little off balance. Redrum takes a few steps back and lets out a scream before charging Pugh, but Pugh is able to regain his balance for a moment and sends Rummy over the top rope and to the floor with a back body drop.

Fat Tony: Pugh buying himself some time right there but he needs to get back in this thing in a big way Chris

Chris Styles: Well seeing your own blood does different things to different people and for Pugh, it means bad news for Redrum!

Redrum hits hard back first on the floor and drops his cane. Pugh looks kind of out of it as he looks around and then looks back to see Rummy starting to get up. Pugh bounces off the ropes and charges across the ring and launches himself up and over the top rope as he nails Rummy with a huge splash! Pugh gets to his feet and plays to the crowd as he throws his arms out and smirks. Rummy staggers back to his feet as Pugh turns and charges once again but Redrum hits a dropkick right to the knee cap of Pugh and Pugh then goes face first into the ring steps! Pugh is now seated against the steps as Redrum does a U turn and unleashes a double dropkick right to the face of Pugh that sends the back of his head right into the steps!

Fat Tony: Blow after blow to the head of Pugh and this can not be good for the challenger

Chris Styles: Trust me when I say it is going to take a lot more then that to put Pugh down!

Pugh has a far away look in his eyes as Redrum grabs him around the neck and goes for a DDT. Pugh counters however and lifts Redrum in the air grabbing his waist and hitting a northern lights suplex. Pugh begins to snort and spit as the blood drips into his eyes. Pugh grabs the top to the steps and slings it off to the side as he sits the base of the steps away from the ring post. Redrum gets to his feet only to get a giant hand around his throat. Pugh lifts Rummy up and choke slams him down onto the steps with a sick thud! Pugh places his foot on top of Redrum as he points for the ref to count.

1.......
2........
KICK OUT!

Fat Tony: Redrum has to find a way to get Pugh back off his feet, when Pugh is vertical, not many people can stand toe to toe with him.

Pugh now beats on his chest as he grabs Redrum by his hair and looks to be sitting up for a Pugh Bomb. But Rummy punches Pugh right in the knee cap and gets free as he starts up the ramp to get away from Pugh. Pugh limps after Redrum up the ramp and to the stage where the two get into a fist fight that goes back and forth until Pugh just kicks Redrum right in the nuts! Redrum doubles over and Pugh grabs him by the head and sends him crashing into the drum set that was sit up on the stage. The drums go flying and Redrum is left in the middle of the wreckage. Pugh now grabs the mic stand that he pointed out earlier that has the barbed wire wrapped all around it.

Chris Styles: Is he really going to use that?

Fat Tony: You already know the answer to that Chris

Pugh has the mic stand over his head as the crowd is going nuts and Pugh is just stalking Rummy as he tries to free himself from the cluster of drum parts. Rummy is only able to get up to one knee before Pugh drives his boot right into the face of the champ and sends him right back down. Pugh now takes the bottom of the mic stand and smashes it into the face of Rummy! Pugh now takes the stand and drives into the forehead of Redrum and is actually laughing as the barbed wire rips into the flesh of Rummy.

Chris Styles: Ok I think Pugh may have actually snapped

Fat Tony: Yeah he is far from all there and that is the man that is running the show for god sakes

Pugh now throws the mic stand and turns to the crowd to ask them if they want a Pugh Bomb? A loud roar escapes the crowd and Pugh smiles as he forces Rummy back up. Pugh gets him up on his shoulders but Rummy is able to fight it off and slip out the back and land on his feet. Pugh turns around and Rummy does a back flip as he kicks Pugh right in the head!

Chris Styles: CYCO KICK!!!!!!!!

It is now Pugh who is staggering as Rummy gets a crazy look in his eyes. Redrum grabs the head of Pugh and looks behind him and off the stage as he smiles a very very sick smile. Rummy summons all his strength and lifts Pugh up as he turns him and both men go falling off the stage and through a group of tables and to the floor!

Fat Tony: HOMICIDE HEAVE OFF THE STAGE TO PUGH!!!!!!!!!!! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!!!!!

HOLY SHIT........HOLY SHIT..........HOLY SHIT...........HOLY SHIT..........HOLY SHIT!

Chris Styles: At this point I would be surprised if either man could move right now. We knew this was not going to be a technical showcase but these two have beat the hell out of each other from the moment the bell rang!

Fat Tony: Wait, is that Johnny Stylez? Not like this, don't you dare!

Johnny Stylez comes from the side of the stage as he goes right for Pugh and begins to try and pull him over on top of Redrum. But before Johnny can accomplish his goal, Alexander Koresh comes rushing up behind him and hits a clothesline right to the back of the head that sends Stylez tumbling towards the ramp. Koresh and Stylez now begin to fight it out as they are on their way to the ring but in the middle of all of this, Pugh has somehow got his arm over Redrum.

1.......
2.......
........KICK OUT!!!!!!

Redrum rolls his shoulder up just in time and Pugh simply just rolls over and cant even argue the count. Redrum begins to pull himself up as Pugh barely gets up to one knee. Rummy charges and drives his knee right into the bloody mess of a face of Ryan Pugh! Rummy falls on top of Pugh for the pin.

1.......
2.......
........NO!!!

Fat Tony: What the fuck is Inkt doing out here now? This is not right!

Chris Styles: No this is the cRu way, I thought you would have come around by now big boy!

Inkt breaks up the pin attempt just in time and is now looking to do some major damage to Redrum. Inkt has Redrum up on his shoulder now and he is able to hit a running power slam that plants Rummy back first on the ramp! Inkt now is trying to get Pugh up to his feet but Pugh is pretty much out of it at this point. At ringside Stylez hits Koresh with a chair shot right to the face to gain the advantage while out of the back comes Apathy and Ophelia Pain and they are running right at Inkt!

Fat Tony: How many people are we going to have out here? Go ahead and bring out Al Envy, you know he is coming to.

Apathy and Pain hit a double dropkick to the knees of Inkt that stuns him and then the duo hit a double DDT that spikes Inkt head first on the ramp. Pugh is now moving a little but gets caught off guard as soon as he gets to his feet by a trash can shot to the head from Tommy Kain who has now joined the party and LA Kief is right behind him. Stylez is now trading blows with Apathy as Inkt gets back to his feet and shoves Pain off and then nails a huge Dull Needle to the rotund figure that is LA Kief that sends both men through the barricade and into the crowd.

Chris Styles: Ok this is not far, now they are teaming up on Johnny, what did he ever do to anyone? Envy needs to get out here and even this up a little.

Almost right on cue, Al Envy comes charging down the ramp and is quick to land a super kick to the face of Tommy Kain! Envy and Pain now hook it up as she wildly tackles Envy and the two begin to beat the shit out of each other. Pugh is getting to his feet yet again and this time he has pulled something out of his boot. Pugh has the barbed wire brass knucks on his hand as he turns Apathy around and lets loose, decking her and coming to the rescue of Stylez. Pugh now grabs Redrum by the hair and leads him back to the ring as he tosses him in and the slides in himself. Stylez is now in the ring as well as Redrum is attempting to pull himself back up with the ropes. Koresh is back up and on the ring apron. Tommy Kain comes to the rescue of Ophelia and now Al is in a two on one as they all start back towards the ring. Just then the lights in the arena go black!

Fat Tony: What the hell is going on now?

Thunder is heard rumbling through the arena as the crowd is tearing the roof off the place. A voice is heard over the speakers as the arena is still pitch black.

ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK?

IS THE BOOGYMAN REAL?

Chris Styles: WHAT IN THE FUCKING HELL? TONY DID YOU JUST GRAB MY ASS?

Fat Tony: Why in the hell would I grab your ass?

Chris Styles: Well someone did damn it

Just then the arena breaks out into a frantic strobe light as the voice returns.

YOU ONLY THOUGHT YOU WERE SAFE

THE MONSTER HAS RETURNED AND THE DARKNESS COMES WITH HIM!

ARE YOU READY?

The arena goes completely dark again as a very girly scream is heard just before the lights come back on.

Fat Tony: IT'S HAZARD!!!!!! HAZARD IS BACK!!!! THE MONSTER IS BACK AND HE IS IN PCW!!!!!!!

Hazard stands completely still with no emotion what so ever on his face as he stands like a statue in the middle of the ring. He is wearing a brand new PCW logo shirt and has his back to Redrum and Koresh and is just staring at Pugh and Stylez who seem to have seen a ghost. Pugh looks at Johnny and then back to Hazard and now Pugh and Johnny spread out a little and it looks like they are about to go after Hazard. Both men go for Hazard at the same time from different sides but still Hazard does not move. Pugh and Stylez grab the PCW shirt and rip it right off Hazard to reveal a cRu shirt under it and a slow smirk comes to the face of Hazard.

Chris Styles: YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fat Tony: NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hazard turns around and puts his boot right into the face of Redrum and then explodes at Koresh with a clothesline. Kain and Pain are now trying to get into the ring but Pugh nails Kain right in the forehead with the barbed wire knucks and Johnny Stylez hits a super kick to the temple of Ophelia that knocks her off the apron. Koresh and Redrum stagger to their feet as Hazard grabs both men by the throat and the hoists them up and drives them back down with a double sit out choke slam!

Chris Styles: HAZARD JUST HIT A DOUBLE 13TH FLOOR!!!!!!!!!

Hazard turns around and Johnny Stylez takes off running and jumps right into the arms of Hazard as he celebrates the return of the one true monster. Pugh walks over and grabs a mic as the fans are in complete shock.

Pugh: Rummy I warned you that one of us would leave here tonight in an ambulance and I also told you that tonight would be the night that kills your legacy. Well Rummy I want you to meet Hazard, he will be who you are defending you Insane Rulez title against at XXXmas and fucking good luck with that bro! Hey Haz, why don't you go ahead and give him a little taste of what he will get at XXXmas.

Hazard slowly pulls Rummy up to his feet before lifting him up on his shoulders for what appears to be a torture rack. Hazard however now he tosses Redrum off his shoulders and before letting him land he unleashes a deadly clothesline right to the back of Rummy's skull as Hazard nails the Half Past Dead! The paramedics make their way out to the ring as Hazard just stares down at the lifeless body of the man he will now challenge at XXXmas. Insanity goes off the air with Pugh, Stylez and the returning Hazard standing tall in the middle of the ring with bodies laid out all around them and the paramedics strapping Redrum to a stretcher.