Insanity (9) Results

[Ryan Pugh]

Insanity goes live on F/X as pyro shots from all four corners of the ring and the fans in Trenton, New Jersey are going crazy. We cut down to ringside to see Tony and Chris ready to make the introductions.

Fat Tony: Hello everyone and welcome to Insanity

Chris Styles: Tonight the tag titles are on the line when The Misfits challenge Wrestlingz Most Wanted in our main event.

Fat Tony: Plus Hazard makes his in ring debut for PCW tonight when he teams up with the Man of War Inkt to take on the team of Alexander Koresh and Ophelia Pain.

Chris Styles: And we will see our fearless leader Ryan Pugh take on Apathy to see who is the third member of the XXXmas main event.

Fat Tony: So lets kick it down to Taylor Davis who has the introductions for our first match of the night.......

[Ryan Pugh]

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. Out of the curtain steps a young woman wearing a tight hot pink tank top with “The Ambrosial Princess” written on the front in glimmering rhinestones, white short shorts with lizards printed onto the butt area, and she also has a mango smoothie in hand. Walking beside her is a small, furry buffalo in a top hat and monacle, 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: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! On her way to the ring, hailing from Pascoag, New Jersey and weighing 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, who respond enthusiastically. Ryette then places her lizard down, and he crawls to the corner and out of the ring, along with the fluffabo and Carrie, before Jen then gets into a zenkutsu-dachi stance.

Fat Tony: Last week Jen Ryette was cheated out of a victory by Santino Piazza, who used an inside cradle and the ropes to keep her shoulders down. Now this week she aims to rectify that loss with a win.

Chris Styles: Let’s not get into that right now. What about what Jen did on Ignite when she cost Cera the Undisputed Championship?! I knew AA would win, because he’s ... well, he’s fucking great and stuff, but I didn’t expect that to happen!

Fat Tony: Well Jen is unorthodox and unpredictable, Chris. Who knows what is going through that mind of hers right now.



"What Lies Beneath" by Breaking Benjamin plays as orange and yellow pyros go off on the stage area. E.J Reynolds then appears with his wife, reaching the center of the stage before his wife kneels down between his legs.

Taylor Davis: And her opponent, hailing from Charlotte, North Carolina and weighing in at 213lbs, E.J REYNOLDS!

After this pose they both walk to the ring, Reynolds sliding in under the bottom rope. Reynolds then stands on the second rope facing the hard camera as his wife is beneath him, Reynolds then hopping down and preparing as his wife leaves the ring to go to the outside.

Fat Tony: Reynolds is a guy that some see as being a potential impact player in PCW, but recently he’s been ... well ... I’m not sure actually.

Chris Styles: He keeps getting distracted by shit, that’s the best way to explain it. If he doesn’t focus Jen will whip his ass!

As the bell rings, Reynolds smirks and tries to grab Jen, but Ryette dodges and masterfully sweeps her leg up into Reynolds’ face. E.J blinks and shakes it off, but as he tries again for another waist lock, Jen knees him in the stomach and nails a Lotus Kick, flooring E.J in a matter of seconds.

Chris Styles: That’s what I mean!

Reynolds appears to be wincing after the kick, giving Jen time to execute a Senton Splash onto him. Jen then goes to the ropes and springs off them with a Corkscrew Moonsault, keeping Reynolds down. E.J’s eyes are watering as he pushes himself up, all for Jen to step onto his back, stand on him like he’s some kind of step, and jump up before stomping down onto the back of his head!

Fat Tony: That was pretty ingenious!

Chris Styles: Jen knows how to target people. She’s learned from the best after all.

E.J feels his head as Jen climbs the turnbuckle, Reynolds standing up and receiving a Flying Hurricanrana from Jen that she calls the Poptart! Reynolds looks dazed as he stands back up again, only to get floored by the Lollipop Twirl from Jen, Ryette then raising her finger into the air before she performs a handspring and turns it into a Phoenix Splash!

Chris Styles: Fucking hell, that was brilliant move!

Fat Tony: She calls that the Taste of Ambrosia, and I think this one is all over!

Jen covers Reynolds as his wife looks distraught and annoyed on the outside, Carrie jumping up and down as the referee counts...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Jen bounds up and celebrates with a cartwheel, the bell resounding as the crowd applaud her effort. Carrie then joins her in the ring as Reynolds’ wife shakes her head in disbelief, calling him a pussy all the while.

Taylor Davis: Here is your winner, JEN RYETTE!

Fat Tony: Jen just amended her loss last week, and I think with her abilities she can be a championship contender in due time.

Chris Styles: Actually, I’m receiving word now that there’s going to be a Four Way at XXXMas, where the winner can get either a Television Championship shot, or a Southern Championship shot, and Jen is one of those competitors! That should be an interesting match!

Fat Tony: I agree. Wait, now what is Jen doing?

Carrie hands Jen a rainbow-coloured stapler as she smiles sweetly, Jen taking out a business card it looks like before she kneels down beside Reynolds and staples it onto his chest. On closer inspection, the card reads “Does it run in your blood to betray the ones you love?”, and Jen smiles as this action is done, Reynolds’ wife waving him off and shouting at him that he’s a weakling and a pussy again.

Chris Styles: I think Reynolds’ wife wants to leave him after this contest!

Fat Tony: Not only that, but now Reynolds has a card that he should pay close attention to. Next time it could be a termination card!

Chris Styles: Oh, nice one! Let’s go to some commercials.

[Ryan Pugh]

The cameras quickly cut backstage to catch up with Shasta as she runs down a hallway in pursuit of someone.

Shasta: Hello everyone and welcome to a Shasta's Sidebar exclusive. In just a minute I hope to get a quick word with Ryan Pugh about our main event this evening and how it may not be happening.

Just then Pugh comes walking through his office door and almost runs right over Shasta as she steps in front of him.

Shasta: Ryan, can I get a quick word with you?

Pugh: No, there is your word, now leave me alone

Shasta: What news do you have on the rumor that Johnny Stylez is still in a jail in Atlanta?

Pugh: What?

Shasta: Did you leave him to die in jail or not?

Pugh: I have to go!

Pugh speeds back into his office as he puts his phone to his ear and the cameras cut back to ringside.

Chris Styles: So are we going to have a main event tonight or not?

Fat Tony: From the sounds of it, Al Envy may just be facing a handicap match tonight!

[Ryan Pugh]

Taylor Davis: The following is a Straight Jacket Challenge! Introducing first from Detroit, Michigan, SANTINO PIAZZA!!!!

"Seek and Destroy" by Metalica plays as Santino slowly walks down the aisle and to the ring.

Taylor Davis: And his opponent, from Upstate, New York, he is "Mr. Homicide" this is the Insane Rulez champion, REDRUM!!!!!!!!!!

"Thunderkiss 65" blasts through the arena as the crowd goes crazy. Rummy makes his way out onto the stage and holds his Insane Rulez title high in the air. Redrum sprints down the ramp and slides into the ring and doesn't even wait for a bell as he tackles Santino and begins to land right hand after right hand.

[DING DING]

Chris Styles: Rummy is ready to get this thing going and he is wasting no time

The ref pulls Rummy off of Santino and Santino gets to his feet only to get caught with a snap mare from Redrum. Rummy now bounces off the ropes and lands a double dropkick right to the face of Piazza. Santino stumbles to his feet only to have Rummy wrap him up with a t-bone suplex. Redrum rolls out to the apron and waits for Piazza to get to his feet. Piazza gets up and Redrum springboards off the top rope and back into the ring with a huge clothesline.

Fat Tony: Rummy has come out on fire and the champ is rolling

Chris Styles: Say what you want, the kid is over rated and you know it

Fat Tony: Wow, you are really dumb Chris

Chris Styles: Don't hate me cause you ain't me!

Redrum forces Piazza up and sits him up with a DDT but Santino turns it around and goes for a clothesline but Rummy ducks it. Redrum hits the ropes but Santino hits the ground and Rummy jumps over him to hit the ropes on the other side. Rummy comes charging and Santino explodes with a spear to Redrum! Santino grabs Rummy by the hair and pulls him up and is looking for his signature Northern lights Suplex, but Rummy hits a elbow to the back of Piazza's head and then hooks his head and spikes him down with a DDT!

Fat Tony: Rummy counters and it looks like the crowd is getting behind Mr. Homicide again.

Rummy goes out to the floor and grabs a steal chair before returning to the ring. Santino stumbles up holding his head and Rummy nails him right in the gut with the chair before then smashing the chair into the back of Santino. Rummy throws the chair down and grabs Santino, hooking his head and leg and hoisting him up for the Homicide Heave and dropping him right on the chair!

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

[DING DING]

Taylor Davis: And your winner, the Insane Rulez champion, REDRUM!!!!!!!!!!!

[Ryan Pugh]

Thoughtless cheers echo throughout tonight’s arena. Of course, would any less be expected from a PCW event? No, it is natural for the fans of this company to embrace the chaos that fills its very existence. They cheer for those they find the most entertaining, or those who impress them. But why do they even watch such a sport, derived from violence and filled with more drama than a weekday morning soap opera? It’s because of their codes, their very genetics and mental processes. It is natural for humans to embrace the actions of hatred. Fighting of any kind, even a professional sport, fuels their minds. They find excitement in watching violent acts. It’s just how they are.

Pugh Championship Wrestling has definitely had its fair share of violence, especially as of late. Nothing here is without danger and chaos. Hell, it wouldn’t be as popular if it was. That’s why the fans cheer tonight, and that’s why they continue to watch each and every week. But even the most interested of fans can lose excitement in an instant. Their cheers turn to mass confusion when they see something out of the ordinary. When something happens that isn’t a part of the everyday goings, they find fear and wonder replacing that excitement, and silence replacing their cheers.

Tonight, the arena is filled with uncertainty. The past few weeks in the PCW have been shocking and controversial to say the least. How can anyone be sure of anything anymore? Who knows what could happen tonight, and what direction the company will move in with their show. It’s not a question of not being able to predict what is to happen, but they used to find solace in knowing the kinds of moments they’d see. Now, it’s just not the same. It’s just…different.

Fat Tony and Chris Styles are the PCW’s main voices during the show. They don’t just sit behind a simple table beside the ring, but bring excitement to the crowd with their always fresh commentary. Why are things so different now? Even they have found things to be changing. Especially concerning a specific message they’ve been hearing about.

The 12-16-11 messages have been showing up for a couple of weeks now, giving everyone a cryptic clue to something coming in the very near future. It’s only a week away now, and tension is mounting as everyone waits to see if the promos continue tonight. Tony and Chris are at their seats edge, hoping that between these two matches, something will occur. There was always something that confused them though. The promos were inconsistent.

The first stated that someone believed to be gone is going to rise again. It’s a simple message enough, hinting to the return of a superstar who had been m.i.a. for a while. However, the second message, while being displayed in the same style, described multiple persons coming on the said date. What could this possibly mean? Is it a simple attempt to scramble the brains of those watching? No, it has to be more than that.

Suddenly, everyone gets their wish. Silence fills the arena as the lights begin to dim. Slowly they fade away until the fans sit there in darkness, knowing what is coming next. The screen flickers on, showing a pure black background, giving no additional light to the fans at all. However, words begin to swirl across the blackness of the tron, sending a message to all watching.

“I came, and you initiated my fall. I came and left on my own terms. We came, and soon we were no longer.”

The words fade like the lights, returning a blank dark to the eyes of the crowd. It only takes a minute, however, for a second message to begin scrawling across the screen. This one is slightly longer, giving those reading more to take in, both in light and the message itself.

“The return proved futile. It was not the right time. With minds in limbo, everything was set up for self-mutilation. Kindness replaced hate, and nothing was solved. Nothing helped.”

The third message almost instantly replaces its predecessor, something which hasn’t happened in any of the earlier messages. Everyone watches as the line begins to fade, instantaneously being replaced by another.

“Thought to be gone, revived in the ashes of defeat. Time ticks on, ushering all into the new era. There is no escape, and nothing anyone can do. There is no stopping what is to come. There is no hope for the hopeless. One week left, one final chance. Then it happens. Chances of redemption die, and punishment rains upon all.”

“12-16-11”

The screen flickers back off, and the lights return to their normal intensity. The crowd’s silence comes to a screeching halt as murmurs of confusion ring throughout. They speak of what they had witnessed, and how those simple messages from before have just taken a cryptic turn. Something about tonight’s message seemed different, smarter than before. Who, or what, is coming to PCW…and will anyone be safe? As everyone continues to stare blankly at the screen, the next match is ready to get underway, leaving the mysterious message in the past, or more accurately, the future. One week into the future.

[Ryan Pugh]

Taylor Davis: The following match is a singles bout scheduled for one fall! First to the ring, weighing in at 228lbs and hailing from Miami, Florida... he is the Palm Beach Prince... Miami Mike!



[The music hits the PA. and 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.]

Taylor Davis: And his opponent... weighing in at 202lbs and hailing from Sin City... he is The Righteous One... Agustus D'Agosta!



[The music begins to play through the arena, the soft opening starting up as the arena is plunged into darkness. Just as the hard rythmic guitar kicks in a pyro goes off on the stage, 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.]

Chris Styles: This match is sure ta be won by a landslide by my boy Agustus!

Fat Tony: Since when is he 'your boy'? And this match could go either way I'd think!

Chris Styles: Well you'd think wrong! The match is underway now!

[They lock up, Agustus pulling through with a hard knee strike! Miami backs off, then runs forward to hit a clothesline, but Agustus dodges. Mike turns around to be met with a standing dropkick! Miami falls back against the ropes as his opponent gets the upperhand right at the start of this match! The Righteous One lurches forward and grabs his foe, hitting a strong DDT, then stomping on him a few times.]

Chris Styles: See, see? Told you!

Fat Tony: The match is still early! And AHA! Agustus just dropped down for an elbow drop and hit only the mat! Miami rolled out of the way!

Chris Styles: Noooo booo!

[Mike moves swiftly to his feet and bolts towards Agustus, landing a hard right across his face. The Righteous One manages to dodge another fist, then moves forward for a wicked knife edge chop! But Miami shakes this off, now 'in the zone' as he spears his foe into the corner, then grabs his head and hits a powerful facebuster! Mike then runs to the turnbuckle nearby as his opponent groans on the ground...]

Fat Tony: Looks like Miami's planning something. Agustus is only slowly moving to his feet and right as he does... BAM! A strong senton splash from Mike!

Chris Styles: Cannonbaaaalllll!

[Mike rolls off of Agustus and pulls him up once more, hitting his Smooth Criminal! The hard superkick was enough to send The Righteous One stumbling back once more, but he manages to dodge a second one, and then a Yakuza kick! Agustus then gets a nice uppercut in, and Miami is disoriented, but only for a moment. About to take advantage of this, the Righteous One let's his guard down for but a moment, and Mike suddenly swings forward with a swinging neckbreaker out of nowhere!]

Fat Tony: He shouldn't have let his guard down! Now Miami's got control and isn't letting go! He's pulled him back up only to hit a double underhook facebuster!

Chris Styles: He's taken a lot to the face, huh? Hehe

Fat Tony: And it doesn't stop there! Mike has yet again pulled him up, and even though Agustus tries for a swift right, it's only dodges and reversed with a hard hit of Miami's!

Chris Styles: Dammit! Miami's got Agustus cornered!

Fat Tony: Yep, and he's hooking his arms... he hits the Player Hater!! It's all over, folks.

Chris Styles: Only cuz my boy Agustus was off his game!

Fat Tony: Don't pout...

1...

2...

3!!

TaylorDavis: The winner via pinfall... Miami Mike!

[Ryan Pugh]

We cut backstage to the office of Ryan Pugh as he is on the phone.

Pugh: Yeah well it is still your damn fault, now get your ass here and hurry the hell up!

Pugh hangs up the phone as his door opens and in walks his wife Sarah with a scowl on her face.

Sarah: You need to fire Shasta

Pugh: What the hell is your problem? I don't have time for this shit Sarah

Sarah: Look that bitch stole my job, the Sidebar was my thing and she took it!

Pugh: you always sucked at it and Shasta is actually good at it, so get the hell over it. Face it Sarah, no one wants you anywhere around here anymore. So why don't you just go home or go do some more episodes of that god awful new show of yours.

Sarah: Look fatty, you cant just get rid of me that quickly so you better get used to me being around.

Pugh: I am not getting rid of Shasta and I am not getting rid of Ashley. They are good at what they do and well, you are simply annoying and need to go to hell. So get lost because I have shit to do.

Sarah: You need to get over yourself and get a reality check

Pugh: Blah blah blah

Sarah rolls her eyes and storms out of the office as Pugh just shakes his head.

[Ryan Pugh]

Taylor Davis: And being accompanied by Spaz, latest member of cRu. It is Hazard!

The arena lights dim to such a degree that it's nearly pitch black in the arena. Suddenly, a sole red spotlight shines down at the ringside area and slowly ascends up to the entrance ramp as Bolt Thrower's "4th Crusade" begins over the speakers.



A few moments pass as up on the big screen, the question "Do you fear Death?" burns into the picture. Following this, the spotlight starts to pulsate just in front of the curtains as Hazard slowly steps out, soaking in a massive chorus of boos from the audience. He doesn't react to it at all, but instead, cracks his neck and then his knuckles before walking down the aisle. Spaz just a couple feet behind him.

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

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

Taylor Davis: And his tag partner for the night, another member of cRu, INKT!



The lights in the arena turn green has Inkt's music plays. He looks around the arena, before walking slowly down the ramp way.



Taylor Davis: And there opponents, first its Ophelia Pain!

The lights in the arena start flashing in time with the chords of "Animal I Have Become" by Three Days Grace, 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.

Taylor Davis: And her tag partner, the Sadistic Bastard, Alexander Koresh!!

The arena goes black once again.

Deep shadow covers the screen.

Parts of the screen slowly lighten up to reveal what appears to be a silhouette.

In darkness, a blood curdling cacophony: the squeal of unoiled winches, the rasp of hooks and razors being sharpened; and worse, and the howl of tormented souls. Above this din one particular victim yells for mercy with a mixture of tears and roars of rage.

Now the Screen is awash in people, crawling, scrabbling, and 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.

On the screen is a close up of an eye. Inside that eye is a single word reflected in reverse: "FYK" The eye blinks once, twice. The word remains.



"Narcissistic Cannibal" by Korn starts blaring out.

The arena drops into darkness as this weird movie is playing out on the big screen. Suddenly pyros explode in front of the big screen, as the fans literally jump from the shock. The roving arm of the overhead camera picks out people in the crowd. As they realize there on the screen they hold the signs higher. Orange strobes cut around the arena as blue smoke billows from underneath the grating on the ramp way. The whole entranceway bursts into flames. Two figures can be seen on the other side of the flames; the male is dressed in black robes with the hood pulled up. The female figure is stood beside him.

He pulls the hood down, dropping the robes to the floor. It's Alexander Koresh.

He stands motionless, emotionless. Then on some unseen signal he launches himself forward into the flames without a seconds thought, his dark eyes glaze over. He stands with his arms outstretched like a crucifixion. Flames lick around his head and engulf his clothing, yet he emerges from the other side unscathed.

Laughing sadistically as he is joined by his sister Emily Koresh who seem to just emerge from the billowing smoke and they slowly walk towards the ring ignoring the cheers from the crowd. Alexander, dressed in a "F.Y.K." T-shirt. As he passes a camera he stops and looks directly into the lens. He has the look of an arrogant champion on his face. Following close behind him dressed in black is his sister.

He climbs between the ropes and 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.

Chris Styles: Weird couple.

Fat Tony: They aren't a couple. Alex is seeing Aurora Deadwood. Who we send our get well soon wishes too.

Chris Styles: No we don't.

He rolls out and stands next to Ophelia Pain and his sister.

Chris Styles: Oh this should be a good showcase for the cRu.

Fat Tony: You forgetting that its Alexander Koresh and Miss Pain?

The referee motioned for them to get in the ring. Ophelia jumped up onto the ring apron as Alexander rolled into the ring. She turned to jaw with the fans and…….

Chris Styles: Oh here we go.

Inkt soared over the top rope, catapulted by the 7 foot Hazard, and grabbed the back of Ophelia's head, driving her down to the floor with one ugly looking bulldog. Emily was flipping out, screaming at her brother’s tag partner to get up as Alexander slipped out of the ring and grabbed Inkt, who was still struggling to get up, and, with a violent shove, sent Inkt sailing headfirst into the ring stairs. The crowd cheered as he turned to them, that same smug look that he'd used for years plastered on his face. Alexander raised his hands into the air, drawing an even bigger reaction from the crowd.

Chris Styles: Leave Inkt alone.

Fat Tony: Oh he should be watching the ring.

Hazard soared over the top rope. Alexander turned from the crowd a moment before the seven footer came falling like a gargoyle off a church ledge. Hazard's plancha connected, dropping Alexander only a few feet from his partner for the night - Ophelia. The bell hadn't even rang and we had all 4 competitors in the match lying around the ring. Hazard, the one who actually planned his fall, slowly got to his feet as Emily snuck behind him. Sure, she wasn't a wrestler, but she had been taught one important thing by Alexander - big man about to crush you, go for the eyes. She raked Hazard's eyes and then laid the boots, or as it were this time, the Jimmy Choo heels, to Hazard, blasting him with kicks.

"The cRu are dead!" Emily yelled at Hazard. This earned her a cheer from the fans, who immediately jumped on his case.

Fat Tony: Oh look behind you.

Spaz reached around, grabbed Emily by the throat, and dragged her to the ground. The crowd booed huge, and given the fact that Spaz had hit Alexander Koresh‘s sister. He lifted his arms into the air, garnering an even bigger reaction from the fans.

Chris Styles: Spaz should be cheered for what he’s done. That Emily is a nuisance.

Ophelia slapped Spaz with one hand, and Spaz's throat in the other hand, sending him to the floor also with a choke slam. This time, Ophelia did not waste a moment dealing with the fans. Instead, she turned to find Hazard and found Inkt instead. Inkt dove into her and they struggled for dominance, neither winning. Both wrestlers wanted the same thing, however - they wanted in the ring, so both ended up doing precisely that.

The referee called for the bell, and finally, we had an official match. As Ophelia began to slowly walk toward Inkt, Hazard was outside the ring checking on his unconscious manager. He waved for someone to come from the back to help. Inside the ring, Ophelia reached forward, collar and elbow tie up her goal. Inkt ducked under, throwing a knee to Ophelia's midsection and a clubbing forearm to the back that stunned Ophelia. Inkt ran into the ropes, bounced back. Ophelia caught him, spinning Inkt around into a 360 sidewalk slam. Inkt arched his back forward, putting his hand back there for support until Ophelia grabbed the arm and kicked the back of the elbow. She lifted Inkt up by the arm, swung around and nailed Inkt with a short-arm clothesline. She walked over to her corner and made the tag to 'The Sadistic Bastard'.

Fat Tony: Oh here we go, the Anti-cRu Superstars in the match.

Chris Styles: He’s just a bitch.

Fat Tony: Some would say he’s the next PCW World Heavyweight Champion.

Chris Styles: Blasphemy!

Alexander slipped into the ring and immediately locked Inkt into a hammerlock. He held it for several moments, screaming about a chicken or something, and then dropped Inkt down to the mat with a DDT. He rolled Inkt over and went for a cheap cover, but only got a 1 count. No big surprise for Alexander, who quickly snatched Inkt up, hooked him, and dropped him with a snap suplex. He rolled Inkt over and grabbed a reverse chin lock, yanking back violently on Inkt's head. He held it for several moments and then switched to holding with one arm. That lasted another second before Alexander blasted Inkt in the side of the head with a vicious forearm. He helped Inkt to his feet and walked him over to his team's corner, making the tag to Ophelia. Ophelia held Inkt in the corner as Alexander walked to the other side of the ring. With a run, he implanted his shoulder into Inkt' midsection, doubling him over.

Chris Styles: Get him out of the ring, its illegal!

Fat Tony: Oh, and the cRu don’t cheat?

Ophelia came in, Inkt still hunched over. She dropped an elbow to the back of Inkt' head, dropping him to the mat. Quickly, Ophelia put Inkt in a headlock, wrenching on Inkt's head. Outside the ring, the emergency personnel came to put the still unconscious Spaz on a stretcher. Hazard helped them load his friend onto the gurney and stayed with him as they rolled up the ramp way. The fans were screaming for obscenities at Hazard. Hazard stopped on the ramp as a flashback from Ophelia's choke slam onto Spaz played on the Pugh-tron. He turned back toward the ring, eyeing Ophelia, and went back to his corner. With a shout at his partner, Hazard began pounding on the turnbuckle, cheering his partner to fight. Inkt began to struggle, the fans booing him louder, Hazard calls for him, and Ophelia holding on for dear life. Inkt got to his feet, threw one elbow, another one, and then got loose.

Chris Styles: Come on Inkt, make cRu proud.

Alexander slipped into the ring and tackled Inkt from the side, crushing Inkt's ribs. The referee grabbed Alexander, starting to push Alexander out of the ring. Hazard charged in, blasting Alexander with a forearm that knocked Alexander out of the ring and allowed the referee to turn his attention to Hazard, forcing the freak out of the ring.

Fat Tony: Get him out of the ring.

As Hazard left, Alexander came back in, switching out with Ophelia. Alexander grabbed Inkt, dropping Inkt with a Tiger Suplex into a pin attempt. The referee didn't count it, though, instead asking Alexander how he ended up in the ring. The referee let the 'tag' go. Alexander hooked Inkt, again dropping him with belly to back suplex and going for another pin. This time, he got a 2 count. Alexander walked over to his corner, dragging Inkt' by his hair, and made the tag to Ophelia. Ophelia stepped over the top rope and Alexander whipped Inkt, Ophelia dropping Inkt with a clothesline. She picked up Inkt, dragging him to the middle of the ring. She put Inkt' head between her legs and looked to the crowd.

Fat Tony: What’s she going to do?

Chris Styles: Nothing. She’s a slut that got kicked to the curb by Al fucking Envy.

Hazard charged in again, the referee turning to stop him. Inkt took the opportunity to drop Ophelia with a bite. Inkt collapsed on the mat as Ophelia rolled on the mat, screaming. She was holding herself. Hazard left and the referee turned to see the situation. Confused, he began the count. As he got up to 5, Inkt dove for his corner at the same moment as Ophelia got to her feet.

Hazard came in.

Chris Styles: The battle is on.

Fat Tony: Oh?

Hazard nailed Ophelia with forearm shots, knocking her into the corner. With a cross whip, Hazard charged in with a clothesline, nailing Ophelia with 2 ferocious, measured back elbows. With a rope whip, Hazard caught Ophelia, planting her onto the mat with a spine buster and into a pin. Alexander came in, making the save, and staying in with some extra boots to Hazard who fought to his feet. With the Meltdown, Alexander dropped Hazard to the mat. Inkt leapt over the ropes, spring boarding into a dropkick that knocked Koresh into the ropes. The referee tried to separate them as Hazard grabbed Ophelia by the throat. Emily slipped inside the ring, using a low blow to stop Hazard's offence. She tossed Ophelia a chain and slipped outside the ring. The referee worked on getting Alexander out of the ring as Inkt turned. He charged at Ophelia, knocking the woman into the ropes with a dropkick. Inkt grabbed the chain, nailing her with a left jab, another jab, another, and another before he clocked her with a solid right hook (a chain wrapped around it) that sent Ophelia into the ropes and onto the mat. Koresh climbed into the ring. The chain went outside the ring, and dived through the ropes and sent both he and Alexander to the outside. Hazard got up, Ophelia dragged herself up by the ropes. Hazard saw Ophelia stunned and quickly grabbed her, dropping her with the 13th Floor. He looked at the top rope.

Chris Styles: He should just pin her. Come on.

Fat Tony: She’s already moving.

Hazard climbed to the top turnbuckle in their corner and hit Ophelia with a missile dropkick just as she got to her feet. Hazard made a cover but only got two. Hazard pulled Ophelia up and started to whip her into the ropes, but Ophelia reversed and caught him with a back elbow. With Hazard stunned, Ophelia hit him with a snap suplex and heads up top. She reached the top turnbuckle in a neutral corner and connected with a 450 splash. Ophelia made the cover, but Inkt broke it up with a kick to the head. As the referee hurried Inkt out of the ring, Alexander came in and took Ophelia's place without making a tag. Alexander stands over Hazard with a smile, before he pulled him up by the hair. The referee turned back to yell at Alexander for holding the hair, just in time for Hazard to use his educated feet to low blow Alexander. With Alexander doubled over, Hazard rushed to the nearest corner and leapt off with the Crush Theory on Alexander. He quickly made the cover.………………1.…………….2.………….Ophelia interrupted the count.

Chris Styles: What the hell?

The referee forced Ophelia out of the ring, as Hazard glared over at her with frustration. He turned back to Alexander and kicked him in the head three times before climbing back to the top. Alexander stumbled around and Hazard leapt off with a spinning heel kick. However, Alexander caught him in mid-air and drove him into the mat with a huge power slam that made the crowd cheer. Ophelia clapped from the apron, as Alexander got up to his feet. He looked down at Hazard with disgust, before he lifted him up to his feet. Alexander looked him in the eyes and kicked him in the stomach. As Hazard doubled over in pain, Alexander lifted him up and planted him into the mat with a vicious brain buster suplex. Alexander hooked the leg and made the cover……………1.……………2.…..Kick out by Hazard.

Chris Styles: Hazard is a tough SOB.

Alexander smirked at Hazard's fight spirit, as he pulled him back up and reached out to tag in Ophelia. The two whipped Hazard into the ropes and caught him with boots to the midsection followed by a double suplex. Inkt yelled violently at the pair, but he's was unable to do anything about it. Ophelia looked down at Hazard and taunted him by stepping on his hair. Hazard, however, refused to back down, swinging out in all directions. Still, Ophelia is able to lift him to his feet and backed him against the ropes with a series of knees to the midsection. Ophelia whipped him off and caught Hazard square in the jaw with a super kick. Again, Ophelia covered and hooked the leg…1.……………….2.…………..Another kick out by Hazard.

Fat Tony: Your looking nervous there Chris.

Ophelia glared over at the referee and motioned for a three count, but the official re-affirmed that it was only two. Ophelia stood up and waited for Hazard to struggle to his feet. Just as he turned around, Ophelia grabbed him and dropped him back down with a side Russian leg sweep. Ophelia started to cover, but stopped and smiled. She rushed over to the nearby neutral corner and climbed to the top. Once on the top turnbuckle, Ophelia leapt off with the Guillotine Leg drop. Hazard rolled out of the way just in time, as Ophelia came crashing down to the mat. Ophelia held her posterior in pain, as Hazard crawled over towards his corner. Ophelia made the tag to Alexander. Hazard made the tag to Inkt. In the centre of the ring, Alexander and Inkt collided. Rights and lefts fire away from each side, both men connected several times. Inkt, however, began to get the advantage and whipped Alexander into the ropes. Wheel kick by Inkt knocked the Number one contender for the PCW World Champion down. Inkt saw Ophelia running forward and dropped with a DDT. Alexander was back to his feet, but Inkt put him right back down with a running bulldog. Inkt hurried to his corner and climbed to the top. He leapt off with a senton bomb that connected perfectly on Alexander. Inkt made the cover……………1...........2...........…Broken up by Ophelia.

Chris Styles: Get her out of the ring.

Ophelia clubbed Inkt from behind with a forearm and kicked to the head. Inkt tried to fight back, but Alexander recovered and got into the kicking as well. Alexander and Ophelia pulled Inkt up and whipped him into the ropes. Inkt ducked their double clothesline attempt, and the two turn around to catch him off the ropes. Unfortunately for Alexander and Ophelia, Hazard had perched herself onto the top turnbuckle in his corner and flew off with a double clothesline that knocked both of them down just as they turned around. The crowd is going insane as Inkt hovered over the two of them, ready to pounce. Ophelia started to get to her feet first. Inkt waited behind her. Meanwhile, Alexander gets up as well, with Hazard waiting on him. Inkt waited for Ophelia to spin around and dropped her with Dull Needle! At the same time, Hazard grabbed Alexander and ran towards the ropes for an Avalanche. Alexander, however, sensed the move coming and tossed Hazard out to the outside. Meanwhile, Inkt made the cover.……………….1.…………….2.…………………….Alexander stopped the count. Alexander dropped an elbow across the back of Inkt's neck. As Ophelia rolled to the outside near Hazard, Alexander lifted Inkt up and went for the Figure Four DDT again....but Inkt reversed that into a rollup.……..1.…………..2.………Kick out by Alexander!

Fat Tony: You alright? You look like your having a heart attack?

Chris Styles: Shut up!

Both men get to their feet quickly. On the outside, Hazard and Ophelia are up to their feet, leaning against the ring apron. Inkt landed a kick to the midsection. He grabbed him and threw him out of the ring.

Fat Tony: Who’s this?

Chris Styles: Where?

Al Envy slowly walked down the ramp way. Inkt distracted the referee in the ring as Hazard was laying in the boots to Alexander. Al Envy sneaked up behind Ophelia. He whistled and she turned only to be met by a chair shot to the face.

Fat Tony: Oh that’s knocked her out.

Al threw Ophelia into the ring and knocked knuckles with Hazard. Inkt ran the ropes as the groggy Ophelia stumbled around. Inkt hits her with the Dull Needle. And rolled her up. Alexander tried to get into the ring, but Hazard grabbed him from behind. Inkt hooked the leg.………………….1.…………….2.……………………3!!!!!!!!!

Fat Tony: I can’t believe the cRu won.

Chris Styles: The cRu always win, and that’s why Johnny and Al will keep the titles later.

Fat Tony: But if Al hadn’t hit Ophelia with a chair they wouldn’t have won.

Chris Styles: I didn’t see that.

Fat Tony: What?

[Ryan Pugh]

[Ryan Pugh]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Taylor Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and the winner will be entered into the main event of XXXmas for an opportunity at the PCW World Heavyweight Championship. Introducing first hailing from Paris, France but now living in Atlanta, Georgia she is the Femme Icon AAPPAATTHHYY!!

Fat Tony: A huge opportunity for Apathy tonight. If she wins she will be placed into the title match at XXXmas and finally get a chance at the ultimate revenge for Johnny Stylez!

Chris Styles: That isn’t going to happen. I mean seriously you think that Apathy deserves a shot at my cousin’s World Title? She got lucky last week and our fantastic owner will prove that this week. Sit back and watch the master in action!




Taylor Davis: And his opponent hailing from Athens, Georgia he is the owner of PCW the “Insane Icon” RRYYAANN PPUUGGHH!!



“Ryan Pugh arrogantly walks out towards the ring as the crowd boos the owner of PCW and NEW Hall of Famer. Apathy stares at the massive 350 pound Pugh preparing herself for the opportunity of a lifetime.”

Fat Tony: The same rules apply for Ryan Pugh. If he wins he will be in the main event of XXXmas. I find it just a plan to protect his chosen champion and fellow cRu member to ensure he will retain his championship.

Chris Styles: Of course it is fat boy. Johnny is the champion of the world and needs to be on top. Pugh isn’t an idiot. cRu baby!

Fat Tony: Al Envy is cRu and I believe to be as good as Johnny Stylez. This whole situation is taking the luster away from the title. I would love to see Apathy win this match and get an opportunity she deserves, a fair one at that too.

Chris Styles: You suck and are boring. Watch Ryan Pugh destroy her dreams!

“As Ryan Pugh entered the ring Apathy delivers a drop kick to the side of his head knocking him back out of the ring.”

Fat Tony: Oh man did you hear the impact. Apathy has moved in quickly on Pugh. This is what she needs to do hit and move.

“Pugh gives Apathy a look that would strike fear in most women but Apathy holds her ground. Pugh once again enters into the ring only to be met by a kick to the temple. Pugh lies there as Apathy mounts an offensive attack trying to weaken the big man. She has him down and starts to look towards the crowd.”

Fat Tony: Come on Apathy quit wasting time and finish him.

Chris Styles: Come on boss snap out of it

“Apathy signals the crowd and starts to do the Garvin Stomp on Pugh. Shot after shot connects with areas of Pugh’s massivee body as Apathy starts to get excited with momentum. She looks at the crowd again and after another quick, stiff shot to the head applies the Kiss of Death to Pugh. Of course it was not applied too effectively due to Pugh’s size, but it seemed to be working pretty effectively as Pugh screamed out in pain”

Fat Tony: Oh my God she is going to do it. Tap! Tap!

Chris Styles: Oh come on Ryan break that bitch hold!! Think of Johnny, think of the cRu baby!!

“Apathy continued to apply the pressure but eventually Ryan Pugh’s gigantic body started to take control. The next thing you know he has Apathy lifted into the air and drives his 35o pound weight into a Samoan drop.”

Fat Tony: Oh My God what impact! That was unbelievable!

Chris Styles: Yeah baby!! That’s how you do it cRu style!! Kick her overrated ass my hero!

“Ryan Pugh shakes the cobwebs from his head due to Apathy’s fast start. He slowly walks over to the damaged body of Apathy and begins the offensive he is so well known for. He picks up Apathy and starts the offensive with a huge Impact Driver followed by bouncing off the ropes and hitting a splash.”

Fat Tony: Well this is over. I think Pugh squashed her!

Chris Styles: He is hand handling her like I would her in the bedroom.

Fat Tony: You would not know what to do with that coke head

Chris Styles: Oh yes I would. She can have her way with the Cheetah!!

“Pugh walks around the room as Apathy rolls on the mat in pain. Pugh mocks the fans as they scream for Apathy to get up while yelling obscenities at Ryan Pugh. Pugh starts shouting at the fans and for their remarks he walks over to Apathy and choke slams her straight to hell. Apathy bounces off the mat due to the impact of the move. Ryan Pugh then covers her.”

1..

2..

“Pugh lifts her head up and starts to shake his head no.”

Fat Tony: Alright Pugh let’s just end this. You are making your point dammit! She doesn’t deserve this!

Chris Styles: The hll she doesn’t You embarrass the cRu and you will pay. Ophelia Pain will find that out too at XXXmas when Envy puts her in her place and gets the title that should be his.

“Ryan Pugh stands Apathy up and bounces off the ropes and executes a huge pump kick to Apathy knocking her out it seems. He once again goes for the cover.

1..

2..

“Once again Pugh pulls Apathy back up.”

Fat Tony: Oh for God’s sake just end this dammit!!

Chris Styles: Bet her like the whore she is!!

“Ryan Pugh picks Apathy up again but this time lets her go as she crumples to the mat. Ryan stands over her laughing. He then starts to scream at the crowd again. He picks Apathy back up and sets up for the Pugh bomb to finally end the match.”

Fat Tony: Pugh Bomb coming up. Hopefully this is going to be over soon.

“Pugh stands there with Apathy between his legs just jawing with the crowd. He screams the bitch is going to die and lifts her up with ease. However from out of nowhere Apathy slips out of the Pugh Bomb, drops feet first to the mat, and as Ryan Pugh turns around she super kicks the holy hell out of him.”

Fat Tony: OH Jesus where did that come from!!

Chris Styles: What in the hell.

“Ryan Pugh stumbles around the ring seemingly out of it from the kick. Apathy once again super kicks him and still doesn’t knock him down. After a third super kick Pugh gets down to one knee. As he sits on one knee Apathy hits the Affliction perfectly.”

Fat Tony: Affliction!! Affliction!!

Chris Styles: What in the hell!!! GET UP RYAN!!

“Pugh lies motionless on the mat as Apathy rolls him over by some miracle of God.”

1..

2..

Chris Styles: THIS ISN’T HAPPENING!!

3!!!!!!!

Fat Tony: OH MY GOD SHE DID IT!!! APATHY IS IN THE MAIN EVENT!!!

Chris Styles; NNNNNOOOO!!!!!!!

“The crowd goes absolutely crazy as Apathy struggles to her feet and her hand is raised. She drops down to one knee as she is overwhelmed by emotion”

Taylor Davis: Here is your winner and now is in the main event of XXXmas AAPPAATHHYY!!!!

Fat Tony: By the hand of God Apathy did it!! She will get her opportunity at Johnny Stylez and Alexander Koresh for the World Title at XXXmas!!

Chris Styles: Good for her. She just guaranteed herself to a beat down from my boy Johnny.

Fat Tony: Now you have to ask is Johnny Stylez’s reign as champion in jeopardy. He has to face both Alexander Koresh and Apathy now!!

Chris Styles: He will overcome. All of the greats do my friend.

“Apathy exits the ring as Pugh starts to stir and finds her in tha aisle. He gives her a evil look as Apathy smiles at him.”

Cut to Commercial

[Ryan Pugh]

Chris Styles: Boys and girls do we have some big matches lined up for you at XXXmas.

Fat Tony: We now know that Apathy will join Alexander Koresh and Johnny Stylez in the main event with the World title on the line.

Chris Styles: And I have just been told that match will be a Anything Goes match. Absolutely anything is legal and falls will count anywhere. This one is going to get messy and awesome!

Fat Tony: We will also see Hazard making his return to PPV when he challenges Redrum for the Insane Rulez title and this is a match that is getting personal real quick!

Chris Styles: Can the Monster bring the belt back to the cRu or will Mr. homicide prove he is the definition of Insane!

Fat Tony: Al Envy will take his shot at Ophelia Pain and the Southern title. Ophelia will get to name the kind of match this one is but she has yet to let everyone in on the secret.

Chris Styles: This has been building for months and at XXXmas it is going to fucking pop and I cant wait!

Fat Tony: It has been made official, Inkt will make his first defense of the TV title as he faces the former two time champ LA Kief in what I have been told will be a Inkt's Underground match.

Chris Styles: Inkt is unstoppable right now and no one can beat him in the Underground! This one is all but done baby.

Fat Tony: As well as a number one contenders match between Tommy Kain and Agustus D'Agosta with the winner getting a shot at the Insane Rulez title.

Chris Styles: Kain holds a victory over Agustus a few weeks ago but can he do it again on the big stage at XXXmas?

Fat Tony: Well we will find out at XXXmas and boy is this shaping up to be the PPV to end the year right!

[Ryan Pugh]

“Don’t Hate Me” by Nerf Herder plays from the speakers as the crowd cheer mightily, multi-coloured pyrotechnics going off shortly before Tommy Kain and L.A Kief come out as a collective pairing. They admire the crowd from the entrance before they both look over their shoulders towards the curtain, Chip Shiller eventually joining them in smart attire. The crowd cheer for Shiiller to as he joins his Misfit compatriots, patting them on the back just as silver sprinklers go off. The three of them then stroll down towards the ring, slapping hands with the fans.

Taylor Davis: Ladies and gentleman, this is the Main Event of the evening, and it is for the PCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIPS! Introducing first, being accompanied by Chip Shiller, at a combined weight of 528lbs, L.A KIEF AND TOMMY KAIN!

Chris Styles: These idiots don’t know what they’re about to get themselves into. Inkt destroyed Kief last week and took his title, and now he thinks he can get the tag team gold with Kain? They’re going against The Show Stealer and the Paragona of Americana! They’re going to be taken out of here in body bags, not on stretchers!

Fat Tony: Unfortunately Chris, I’m going to have to correct you on one thing. They will be going against the Show Stealer Al Envy, but as far as I’m aware, nobody has even seen Johnny Stylez since last week. Nobody knows where he is.

Chris Styles: So ... so what are you saying Tony? What are telling me?

Fat Tony: I’m saying that Al Envy might have to wrestle this match ... by himself...

Chris Styles: Oh no, don’t give me that shit! Johnny will be here! He has to show up!

Kain and Kief enter the ring as Shiller takes residence on the outside of it, both competitors and partners ascending different turnbuckles and looking out at the crowd.

Chris Styles: Seriously, they can get fucked if they win tonight! They would have won against one guy, ONE GUY ... wait, no, they can’t even beat Al Envy! They’re still screwed!

Fat Tony: Ophelia Pain defeated Al Envy at Tokyo Terror, and then Apathy beat...

Chris Styles: There were reasons for that, Tony! Envy can defend those belts by himself, but Johnny will still arrive. I know he will!



“Dance With The Devil” by Breaking Benjamin starts playing as the crowd change their cheers to boos, green lighting dominating the colours of the arena shortly before Al Envy makes his appearance. He carries one of the PCW Tag Team Championships on his shoulder, but it seems he is coming out alone, Johnny Stylez nowhere to be seen.

Taylor Davis: And their opponents...

Taylor pauses as Envy starts making his way down to the ring, looking agitated at the absence of his partner.

Taylor Davis: Making his way to the ring, hailing from Fort Worth, Texas and weighing in at 240lbs, he is one half of the PCW Tag Team Champions, “THE SHOW STEALER” AL ENVY!

Fat Tony: And as you can see, Al Envy is coming out here on his own. Johnny Stylez is nowhere in sight, and I think this just might favour Tommy Kain and L.A Kief.

Chris Styles: This is bullshit! I bet those bastards made Johnny miss the show! But hey, at least Al Envy is going to destroy Ophelia Pain at XXXMas and take the Southern Championship, and Johnny Stylez will retain the PCW World Championship too! The cRu will still be rolling, Tony!

Fat Tony: I’m not sure how this match will go but I have been informed that Johnny Stylez is not present backstage, so this has turned into a championship handicap match. If Stylez does arrive, then it will become a Tag Team Match again.

Envy tosses his belt down after entering the ring, keeping his eye on Chip Shiller as he navigates the ropes before he turns to Kief and Kain on the other side of the ring. Kain and Kief then decide on who will go first for the time, Kain agreeing that he’ll start as the referee shows the crowd the PCW Tag Team Championship belt.

Chris Styles: Okay, how is this fair? I know Al Envy will win, but he has to take on two guys at once!

Fat Tony: Sometimes these things happen, Chris.

The bell eventually sounds after Envy shares some words with Shiller, Al and Kain circling each other until they lock up. Envy cinches in a tight side headlock before he backs up to the ropes, Kain throwing him forward towards the other side. Al rebounds off them and floors Kain with a hard shoulder tackle, following this up with an elbow drop until Tommy rolls out of harm’s way, Al instead hitting the canvas. Both men get back up to a vertical base and charge into another lock up, Kain this time placing Envy in a wrist lock after twisting the arm. Al soon reverses the lock by rolling forward and springing up to his feet, pulling Kain towards him and into a fireman’s carry before he nails Tommy in the back with a hard kick.

Chris Styles: Do you see how well Al handles these situations? He stays calm, and then he fucking beats the shit out of you!

Envy brings Kain up to his feet and whips him into the corner, delivering a few chops before he sets Tommy up for a snap suplex. Al executes the move and shifts his weight so that he covers Kain afterwards, the referee getting into a good position to count...

ONE!

Tommy gets his shoulder off the canvas.

Fat Tony: Kain can’t get himself into a technical battle with Envy. He needs to keep on the offensive with quickness, and then tag in Kief to add some power to their game.

Envy has Tommy grounded with a reverse chin lock, the crowd clapping to get Kain to battle back. Tommy registers the encouragements by repeatedly opening and closing his hands, building up a rhythm before he starts to stand up. Al tries to turn the chin lock into another headlock but Tommy forces Envy forward to the ropes, catching Envy with a deep arm drag after he comes back. Kain delivers another arm drag which Envy quickly scrambles back to his feet after taking, Tommy booting Envy in the stomach before he completes a Russian Leg Sweep into a tight cradle...

ONE!

Envy shifts his weight to break out of the cradle and stop the count. Tommy seems to be in control as he pulls Envy back to his feet, chopping away at his chest this time before he knees Al in the stomach and delivers a Head and Arm Suplex. After this, Kain stands up and listens to the fans, understanding that they want Kief to come in. Tommy nods and then points at Kief, the rotund man extending his hand and Kain slapping it to tag him in as the crowd cheer.

Chris Styles: Great, now this moron is the legal man. Show him what he’s made of Envy!

Kief immediately jumps up into the air and crushes Al with a falling splash, hooking his leg for a cover...

ONE!

TWO!

Envy gets his shoulder up just after the count of two. Kief brings Envy up to his feet before he locks his arms behind his neck and executes a Full Nelson Facebuster, Kief again rolling Al into another pinning predicament...

ONE!

TWO!

Envy again kicks out.

Fat Tony: This is what they have to do. They have to keep Envy down and make sure that the moves are as quick and effective as possible.

Chris Styles: Yeah but it won’t last long. Envy has been in a ton of these situations, so he knows how to counter.

Kief whips Envy to the corner and charges at him with a splash, Al stumbling out after having his body crushed by the three-hundred pound former TV Champion. Kief then kicks Al in the knee that brings him down to one, placing him into a suplex position before he raises him up and slingshots him off the ropes. However, Envy is wise enough to reverse the suplex and land behind Kief on his feet, grasping Kief around the waist before amazingly bringing him over with a German Suplex into a bridge...

ONE!

TWO!

Kief powers out after the count of two.

Chris Styles: I told you so. Now Envy won’t give Kief the room to tag in Kain!

Shiller patrols the outside whilst giving wary glances to the entrance as Envy brings Kief back up and nails him with a few kicks and punches, using amazing strength again as he pulls Kief onto his shoulders and falls back into a Samoan Drop. Envy thinks for a minute before he stands up and targets Kief’s legs, wrapping him into an Indian Death Lock which is applied perfectly.

Fat Tony: Al Envy using his submission capabilities now to try and get Kief to quit with that Indian Death Lock. It’s a rare manoeuvre in professional wrestling these days, but it hurts like hell.

Chris Styles: Kief is best tapping out now before his legs snap! If he doesn’t, he’ll risk injury and have to forfeit his chance against Inkt at XXXMas. Not that it will change matters because Inkt will destroy him yet again and retain the gold!

Envy is torturing Kief with the Death Lock as the former TV Champion fights to hang on, Kain and Shiller clapping to get the crowd to support Kief and get him to fight harder. The crowd get into the clapping as Kief tries to sit up, doing so partially before he falls back down, his shoulders on the mat...

ONE!

TWO!

Kief grunts and sits up again before he tries to turn Envy over to reverse the pressure, but Al is wise enough to unlock the hold and stomp away at Kief on the canvas, the crowd booing as he does so.

Chris Styles: Do you see how Envy wrestles now, Tony? Instead of keeping it on, he saw that Kief was trying to escape, and decided to keep him down with kicks! Envy is a great fucking man.

Envy taunts Kain and Shiller briefly which irritates them slightly, Envy then pulling Kief back up before he executes a Gibson Driver. Envy then looks to the turnbuckle and goes out onto the apron, glaring at the crowd with disapproval as he scales the top rope. Kief is down and struggling as Shiller starts hammering the apron with his hands, shouting at Kief to move. Envy balances on the top rope before he raises both of his arms, in homage to Randy Savage obviously, before he flies off with his patented elbow drop. Only, Kief moves out of the way and Al crashes into the canvas, Kief starting to crawl to Kain as the crowd go wild!

Fat Tony: Envy missed the elbow drop, giving Kief a chance to tag in his partner!

Chris Styles: Get that fat piece of shit, Al!

But it’s no use at this point. As Al stands back up, Kief dives at Kain and tags him in, the crowd getting into a frenzy once more as Kain rushes in and drives Envy down with a clothesline. Kain gestures for him to get up again before hitting another clothesline, pulling Envy up and hitting a Reverse DDT! Kain then covers Envy...

ONE!

TWO!

Envy gets his shoulder up! Tommy doesn’t let this bother him though as he stands back up quickly, adrenaline going through his veins as he brings Envy up and executes a T-Bone DDT! Instead of going for the pin again, Kain moves towards the ropes where Shiller is standing and goes out onto the apron, gripping the ropes and waiting for Al to stand. Al eventually does so with warrants Kain to leap onto the ropes and spring off, looking for a bulldog. That is until Envy counters, grabbing Tommy in mid-air and driving him down with a spinebuster!

Chris Styles: That’s it, Envy! Now cover him!

Envy does go for the cover as Shiller bashes the mat again, Kief recuperating at his corner on the outside...

ONE!

TWO!

Tommy kicks out!

Fat Tony: Envy is certainly holding on against two men, but Kain isn’t making this easy for him.

Looking aggravated, Envy stands up and waits for Kain to start standing again. Kain then gets to his knees as Envy runs to the ropes, wanting to use them as momentum for a running Ezuka Kick. However, Shiller grabs Envy’s leg and partially trips him, Al turning around and barking at Shiller to move back before he gets taken down. Chip starts telling Envy to bring it, and as Al is about to go outside, he changes his mind and turns around. That’s when he sees Kain charging at him for a spear, dodging at the last second which causes Tommy to sail through the ropes, colliding with Shiller instead and forcing his friend into the barricade head first!

Fat Tony: Al Envy moved out of the way, and Kain hit Shiller with that spear! He looked like he cracked his head though...

Chris Styles: It serves him right! No one should try ruining the plans of Al Envy. NO ONE!

Kain checks on Chip with a worried look, Shiller appearing to be out cold and injured. Envy has a wicked smile on his face after witnessing this collision, but he doesn’t see Kief coming up behind him as the crowd cheer!

Fat Tony: I think now is a good time for Kief to turn around!

Suddenly the crowd start booing thunderously as Kief waits for Envy to turn around, the audience standing up and looking to the entrance way.

Chris Styles: IT’S JOHNNY STYLEZ! NOW WE CAN GET THE PARTY STARTED! WOO!

Johnny Stylez, who brings legitimacy to the phrase “better late than never”, storms down the aisle and slides into the ring, looking to target Kief. Unfortunately Kief has seen him coming, and before Johnny can even make the first move, Kief tilts his body to the side and connects with a MOUTH FULL OF KIEF, the crowd going ballistic as the PCW World Champion tumbles to the canvas!

Chris Styles: JOHNNY NO!

Fat Tony: KIEF JUST STRUCK JOHNNY STYLEZ WITH THE MOUTH FULL OF KIEF! HE’S DOWN!

With the crowd still going crazy, and with Envy now on the outside clubbing away at Kain, Kief looks around before he reaches into his pants and pulls out MR FRY-O! Envy finally sends Kain down with a clothesline before he rolls back into the ring, twisting around and going towards Kief.

Chris Styles: NO, ENVY, HE’S GOT MR FRY – GAAAAAHHHH!

The crowd cheer mightily like never before as Kief sticks Mr Fry-O down Envy’s gullet, Envy looking revolted and agonized as Kief applies the sickening hold. It doesn’t last long though as Envy strikes Kief in the stomach to break away from the disgusting object, Kief then being pulled into a front facelock by Al until he raises him up and delivers the GBE!

Chris Styles: GBE! GBE!

Fat Tony: But Kief isn’t the legal man!

Envy kicks Kief away to the outside, suddenly smirking and stretching out his arms like he’s the master. But unbeknownst to the Show Stealer, Tommy Kain has come up behind him, giving Al no time to sense him as he grasps his outstretched arms, twists Envy around and delivers the TOMMY KNOCKER!

Fat Tony: THERE’S THE TOMMY KNOCKER!

Chris Styles: ON AL FUCKING ENVY!

Kain glances around after nailing the move, Johnny comes out of nowhere and takes Kain down with a clothesline. Johnny turns around and right into a giant Mouth Full of Kief to the face! Kief falls on top of Johnny!

ONE!

Chris Styles: NO! KICK OUT!

TWO!

Chris Styles: THIS CAN’T HAPPEN!

THREE!!!

The crowd cheer again as Kain raises both of his hands, Kief slowly starting to recover on the outside as the referee orders the bell to be rung!

Fat Tony: WE HAVE NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!

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

Taylor Davis: Here are your winners, and now the PCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, TOMMY KAIN AND L.A KIEF!

Fat Tony: The cRu’s plans have been foiled yet again! Tommy Kain and L.A Kief are the Tag Team Champions, and there is nothing anybody can do about it!

Kain takes hold of the only championship on show and clutches it before he rolls out of the ring, attending to Kief and helping him up. They then tour around ringside as the crowd celebrate, going over to Shiller and checking on him.

Chris Styles: I feel miserable! This is ... this is ... I want to cry right now!

Fat Tony: Get used to the sight of Kain and Kief being the Tag Team Champions, Chris, because they earned it! And that is all we have time for, folks! Join us for XXXMas on December 16th 2011, live from the Hammerstein Ballroom! Have a good night everybody!

Kain raises the championship once more as he is overwhelmed by fans grasping at his body, Envy finally coming too and looking pissed off just as the show presents the Insanity logo, and then fully fades to black.