cRuise Control Results

[Ryan Pugh]

Fat Tony: Good evening everyone and welcome to cRuise Control where tonight we are planning on bringing you the very best and hottest action in pro wrestling today! My name is Fat Tony and I'm along side my broadcast partner Chris Styles...

Chris Styles: The Cheetah!

Fat Tony: I'm sorry what?

Chris Styles: I AM THE CHEETAH CHRIS STYLES GET IT RIGHT! PROFILIN AND STYLIN BOOOOOOOOO!!!

Fat Tony: It's Wo....Ya know what never mind! Tonight in our main event we have the former guiding light and some say the rightful owner of the PCW World Heavyweight Championship RedRum taking on the man many consider to be the challenger in this case The Paragona of Americana

Chris Styles: MY MOTHER FUCKIN COUSIN WHO PIMPS HOES WITH ME ON MY BRAND NEW COUCH...THAT STILL HAS NO DUCT TAPE ON IT, THE DON OF DISRESPECT LA JOHNNY STYLEZ IS IN THE MOTHER FUCKING HOUSE BOYYYYEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

Fat Tony: Jesus you're special!

Chris Styles: Thank you, my mother always tells me the same thing!

Fat Tony: I'll bet she does, anyway! Redrum and Stylez this week have made it very personal, The Don of DiSResPecT selling, burning, and destroying everything that RedRum owned in this world and RedRum has returned and says his head is in the right place and he is ready to rip Stylez limbs off and beat him with it!

Chris Styles: Lets not forget about my brother THE HYPE JESSE STYLES taking on that bald bastard XXX for the Insane Rules Title! I gotta go with my brother on this one Tony!

Fat Tony: Yeah and why is that Chris?

Chris Styles: Because my momma told me to DUHHHHh!

Fat Tony: Anyway moving on and also on the card

"COLD BY CROSSFADE" suddenly kicks over the loud speaker and the entire cruise ship erupts in a course of boos...

Fat Tony: Ohh Jesus here we go...

Chris Styles: Come on Tony even I expected this this is their pay per view!

Fat Tony: Yeah I know, but for once I thought we could start the show without hearing their mouths!

Chris Styles: And you expected that show to be their own pay per view?

Fat Tony: Chris...

Chris Styles: Yeah Tone?....OUCHHHHHHH HEY THAT HURT! I'm telling Ryan!

Fat Tony: Go ahead!

Meanwhile on the ramp The Paragona of Americana, Aaron Abraham, Inkt, and XXX make their way out onto the entrance way. They are all draped in their custom cRu colors. XXX has his Insane Rules Championship title around his waist and his half of the PCW Tag Team titles draped over his shoulder. Abraham carries his golden contract briefcase with him, as Johnny has his half of the PCW World Tag Team Titles wrapped around his waist as they make their way down to ringside stopping to jaw with the fans as well. As they come to the bottom of the entry way they all stop and pose as we hear

!!!!BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!!!!!!
A Tremendous Fireworks Display For The Most Elite Faction In Pro Wrestling History!!!

Fat Tony: Well how about that, that was special wasn't it?

Chris Styles: What do you mean like me?

Fat Tony: Yes Chris just like you!

The cRu take the chance to point to their partner in the front row, none other the the "Show Stealer" Al Envy as they make their way into the ring and grab mics.

Johnny Stylez: Welcome everyone to cRuise Control! Tonight you will see......

Ryan Pugh: I will tell you exactly what you will see bitch

The owner of PCW, Ryan Pugh appears on the top of the stage with a mic of his own as he interrupts his long time partner and friend Johnny Stylez.

Ryan Pugh: What you are going to see tonight is the death of the sorry excuse of a group that I started and you fools ran into the ground. This is mother fucking PCW and we don't play that shit around here boys! Every single one of you in that ring will be laid to waste tonight and I am going to personally enjoy every single second of it as a matter of fact that is the only reason why I allowed this PPV to happen in the first place.

Johnny Stylez: You what Ryan....

Ryan Pugh: No Johnny, you don't get to talk, you get to listen boy. I told you last week when you tried to cut me off that things are gonna change and this is not NEW. You fuckers don't get to just run around and do whatever the fuck you want to do. This is PCW and I run this bitch and personally I don't give a shit how you like it because you can get on board or you can get the fuck out, SIMPLE AS THAT BITCHES!!!!!

Now I am sure you fools had some long drawn out speech planned but you know what, this is a Pay Per View and people didn't buy cRuise Control to hear you boys talk, they bought it to watch you fuckers get your ass kicked. So you now have two choices, you can get the fuck out of my ring so we can get this show started or I will personally remove every single last one of you.

Johnny Stylez: And how are you going to do that Ryan?

Ryan Pugh: By telling you that every single one of you will be removed from your matches tonight, you will be stripped of what gold you do have and all of you will be fined more then you make in a year if you are not out of that ring in ten seconds!

Johnny just smiles and nods as he looks over to Triple X who seems to not care one way or the other. After a few seconds, Johnny throws his hand up and leads the cRu out of the ring as Pugh smiles.

Ryan Pugh: Thats what I thought, I hope you boys enjoy the show and to kick it off, HERE IS THE LONELY ISLAND AND T-PAIN!!!!!

[Ryan Pugh]

Before the opening match takes place, we visualize Iwon Itnao warming up inside the back areas of the Cruise Ship with an arrogant smirk on his face, looking out of a nearby circular window and grinning mischieveously. But before he can do anything else, he is slammed head first into the window which causes it to shatter, the culprit lingering around as the camera captures their appearance in full view.

Chris Styles: That’s Inkt! Why the fuck is he attacking Iwon Itnao?

Fat Tony: Maybe he got sick of the sight of him? I know I have!

Inkt powers up Iwon from the floor and launches him into the side of the ship, thrusting his shoulders dominantly into the stomach area of Iwon before grabbing him and throwing him down the corridor. Itnao stumbles up to his feet somehow after this ruthless attack, barely awake and completely dazed, Inkt taking his time before flooring Itnao with a powerful DULL NEEDLE!

Chris Styles: That’s it, he’s dead.

Fat Tony: Probably.

Iwon does look indeed dead as Inkt powers him up again, keeping him steady on his feet before he unleashes a second DULL NEEDLE! Inkt simply growls at Iwon as the wrestler remains sprawled on the floor, staff members rushing to the scene as Inkt shrugs his shoulders and walks off out of view. The cameras linger on Iwon for a few more seconds before they return to the main part of the ship where the constructed set for this PPV has been expertly arranged.

Chris Styles: This show has only just started, and already we have a casualty!

Fat Tony: Well I guess that means the opening match is either cancelled, or it’s being turned into a Singles Match between Matt Young and Adam Wheeler.

Suddenly “Famous” by Puddle of Mudd plays from the speakers on the ship, Matt Young walking out to an ovation of boos and non-caring groans as he smirks, waltzing down towards the ring.

Fat Tony: Well it seems that that might be the case after all. Young is making his way out here and looks prepared for this opening match.

Chris Styles: I don’t think so! Look!

As Young nears the ring, he is struck from behind by Alexander Koresh, the demented wrestler stomping away on Young before he grasps him and throws him into the steel ring steps. The crowd go ballistic as Young tries to run away from Koresh, reaching the crowd barrier as he does so, but this only gives Koresh the time to charge at Young and clothesline him over the barrier and to the floor!

Chris Styles: What the fuck is going on around here?!

Fat Tony: If I’m not mistaken, Chris, I think it might be clean-out day!

Koresh has dragged Young towards the side of the ship that is fully exposed to the sea they are currently travelling upon, Koresh choking Young as he picks him off the ground before delivering a devastating CHOKESLAM onto the steel! Koresh has a sick look in his eyes as the crowd keep their distance but continue to cheer and boo accordingly, Alex looking around at the masses before staring back down at Young. He touches the book of Matt's head and blood is seen on his hand, Koresh letting it drip out into the ocean for some obscene reason.

Chris Styles: You know, I was going to say leave him alone, but now I’m actually excited to see that bitch get thrown overboard!

Fat Tony: Oh shit, Chris. Look at the side of the boat! On the monitor!

Sure enough, outside the ship, a shark is swimming alongside the vessel, possibly having sensed the blood that Alex dripped into the sea moments ago. Koresh sees it and smirks devilishly before he sets his sights on Young once more. In an instant he has Young up in a press slam position, Alex taking a few steps towards the ship’s barrier before CHUCKING YOUNG OVERBOARD!

Chris Styles: OH MY GOD!

Young lands in the frothing waters with a splash, only to be engulfed by the vicious shark! As soon as the blood starts to appear in the water the camera moves its lens away, focusing on Koresh who marvels at the gruesome scene before strolling off.

Chris Styles: What ... what did we just see?

Fat Tony: I think we just saw Matt Young get eaten by a FUCKING SHARK?!

Chris Styles: Tony...

Fat Tony: Yes?

Chris Styles: ... Can I see it again? That was FUCKING AWESOME!

Fat Tony: Let’s show the replays! Take a look at this!

Replays show the Press Slam into the sea and then the shark devouring Young underneath the watery depths, playing a couple of times over from different angles until another camera focuses on Chris and Tony at the announce booth.

Chris Styles: I guess this means the opening bout is cancelled!

Fat Tony: And I’ve just received word that due to medical reasons, Adam Wheeler was pulled from this PPV, which is why he isn’t here. So he’s safe for the time being at least.

Chris Styles: Yep. Fuck, let’s go to a quick commercial for our shows that we have lined up for you fine folks in November

[Ryan Pugh]

The sea is calm, motionless upon the gentle breeze of the Atlantic winds. The sun shines forth through the clear sky above, shadowed by a flock of happy seagulls passing by. In the midst of the water below sits a cheery little cruise ship, the very one that today plays host to Pugh Championship Wrestling October pay-per-view event, CRUise Control. Of course, it was Ryan Pugh himself who had rented the ship for the evening, citing that it would be the perfect location for the event. Of course, with the lack of room that just cannot match the arenas on land, not as many tickets could be sold as usual. However, due to this fact, the price to purchase the event on your local television provider has dropped ten percent. What a deal!

Unfortunately for those just finding out of this special offer, the event has already begun. It is the first pay-per-view since the revival of the company, and features many great matches on its card. The most talked about of which is not the World title match, nor any title match for that matter. The match the fans Facebooked and Tweeted about this week is simply for a contendership. The Television title isn’t the biggest prize in the business, though seven men enter the ring tonight to get the right to fight for it.

The fans are at the edge of their seats as the match quickly approaches, leaving the ring empty as of now. The announce table is deep in discussion over the past match, which at the moment, the fans have all but forgotten. Suddenly, the lights in the ship dim to a depressive low, leaving everyone in the dark about what is about to happen (pun intended). The screen placed above the makeshift entrance way lights up, filling the room with an a blinding display. Then, as a figure walks forward, a voice is heard over the speakers.

“It was always my mission to make something of myself. I wanted to be a doctor, helping people and saving lives. I was the good kid, always doing what my parents and teachers told me. An a-plus student with no behavioral problems to speak of. Then, everything changed.”

“At the age of fifteen I began hanging out with a group of classmates. At first they seemed ok. We would shoot hoops, go to the arcade, even go to the park and drink soda while watching people pass by. Then, the trouble began. The basketball was replaced with bullying. Instead of going to the arcade we’d frequent a back alley and smoke or drink. At the park we’d terrorize everyone around, throwing rotten fruit at helpless people. Something had gone terribly wrong.”

“Close to my eighteenth birthday, one of my supposed friends noticed me staring at one of the girls in our class. She was beautiful, and it was obvious to everyone but her that I loved her. Of course, he felt the need to butt in. After class he told me to meet him before school the next day. We did, and he asked me what the girl liked. I told him I had heard her talking about wanting this cute white rabbit from the local pet shoppe. He suggested we get the money for it, and pointed to a nearby drug store.”

The lights return to normal as Dan Devine comes out to the ring. No music plays, and no special lighting or pyro starts up. In silence, Devine walks slowly down to the ring, climbing in and standing in the center. He is dressed in his ring gear, accented by a leather motorcycle jacket. Sighing, he then continues the story.

“I knew what he wanted us to do right away. I was desperate, and foolishly agreed. This was just the second of major mistakes that would shape my very life, the first of course being friends with him. Instead of going to school that day we entered the store. Right away we noticed the cashier eyeing us closely. Two teenagers skipping school in a drug store wasn’t exactly smiled upon. We went to the back, pulling a case of Coke from the cooler as a woman walked in. Passing her in the aisle, we went to the desk. That’s when things got ugly.”

“I didn’t know he had it, but when my friend pulled out his fathers .44 magnum revolver, I wanted to leave right away. I stayed however, only thinking of my own selfish desires to be with the girl. He pointed the barrel at the cashier and ordered him to fill a sack with money. The cashier resisted, trying to take the gun from him. I decided to change my loyalties and help the cashier.”

“As we struggled, my friend let go of the gun and ran out the door. The cashier had mistaken my intentions and tried to yank the gun out of my hands when the trigger was pulled. It wasn’t aimed at myself, nor even the other man. The bullet instead hit the woman we had passed before right in the head.”

“To put a long story short, I was arrested and charged for not only her murder, but the suicide of her daughter that was due to the mothers death. It was then that I learned the identity of my victim; the mother of the girl I loved. I went to prison, staying inside for nearly three years. Thanks to a couple people, I got released and put into a half-way house, forced to get a job and make something of myself.”

“I worked at a Gold’s Gym, where I met the owner of the Windy City Wrestling Academy. He decided to give me a job there. I was into wrestling, but I never envisioned myself to actually become one. However, since that day, there is one thing I have learned. It was either that or nothing. My criminal record would have gotten in the way of becoming a doctor, though I went to school for it anyways. I wanted desperately to help people, and even if that meant working with wrestling companies not only as a competitor, but as a member of their doctoral staff.”

“My life continued down the beaten path, driving me by my ego alone. I became conceited and angry, hurting people who have done no wrong. Things change however, and after the death of Jamie Styles, I decided that no longer can I let the horrors of my past haunt me. Turning from my transgressions, I changed my life! I am now three weeks sober, and have dedicated myself to helping people again! From now on I don’t wrestle for myself, but for my late parents, my wonderful family, and each and every one of you! “

“I love wrestling, not because I get to beat the shit out of other people, but because it gives me a chance to evaluate my life. Being a professional wrestler isn’t all fairies and unicorns like some of you think; it’s hard work and requires everything you’ve got. It makes you think about everything you’ve done. Tonight I go into one of the hardest matches I’ve been a part of for a long time. Six other competitors of pretty much equal talent as me will enter this very ring. I am Dan Devine, a changed man. This is for you everyone.”

The crowd cheers loudly as he drops his microphone and removes his jacket. His expression turns to that of expectation and excitement. Clearly he is ready for anything that can be thrown against him. Suddenly, Dan’s new theme “Stand Up” by James Durbin starts to play over the speakers, alerting everyone that the match is set to begin. A bright smile spreads across his face and with peace in his heart he starts pacing the ring, speaking to himself the oath he now lives his life by.

“I cannot let anything stop me from proving myself. I have to become the star I once claimed myself to be, and I must do it proper. No more lies, no more cheating, and no more ego. I will do this by the book. D2; the time has come. This is the age of retribution, the era of change, the time for a new revolution. I am known as Dashiel “Dan Devine” Veran. I am Middle Eastern, but not a terrorist. I am a man, but am not uncontrollable. I am a wrestler, not a senseless fighter. I am simply who I am, and this is the first chapter of a brand new book.”[/center]

[Ryan Pugh]

Spaz, Jake Youngblood, Nathan Van Owen, Michael Allen and Dan Devine are all standing around the ring as Jason Franklin is int he ring and they await the arrival of the final member of this match.

Taylor Davis: The following is a Survival of the Sickest match where the winner will receive a shot at the TV title. When the bell rings there will be thirty minutes put on the clock, the last person to have recorded a pin fall or submission victory when the clock runs out will be declared the winner. And now the final member of this match, from American Falls, Idaho, ANGELO FABLE!!!!!!!

Chris Styles: As Angelo makes his way down to the ring to get this thing started, who you picking in this one Tony?

Fat Tony: Honestly I am going to go with Angelo, he seems focused and he has the endurance to go the full distance in this one and his MMA back ground causes a lot of miss matches for his opponents.

Chris Styles: Good pick, but I am going to have to go with Spaz, that little fucker is just crazy and you can plan for sick and crazy, you just cant.

[DING DING]

The bell rings as Angelo gets into the ring and the clock starts. AS soon as Angelo gets to his feet he is meet with a standing dropkick from Franklin. Franklin hits a second dropkick before Fable even knows what happened. Franklin now hits a snap mare and leaves Fable on his backside as he bounces off the ropes and hits a third dropkick right to the face of Fable. Franklin goes for a quick pin but Fable is out at one. Franklin sends Fable into the ropes but Fable is able to duck under a leap frog from Franklin and then jumps over a downed Franklin on the rebound and then on the third time around Fable snaps off an amazingly crisp spin wheel kick! Franklin is back up and Fable nails him with a barrage of rights and lefts to the body and then follows them all up with a superman punch that rocks Franklin back against the ropes. Fable kicks Franklin in the gut and then hooks both arms, DAWN OF SORROW!!!!!!

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...3!!!!

Taylor Davis: Angelo Fable has the fall with 25 minutes remaining int he match!

Fat Tony: Fable is on top right now but still a lot of match remaining Chris

Chris Styles: Yeah and who the hell knows who is going to be next in this match

Fat Tony: ITS VAN OWEN!!!

Nathan Van Owen slides in the ring as his number is called and now its Fable and Van Owen. Nathan goes right for a clothesline but Fable blocks it and turns it into a spinning DDT that spikes the head of Van Owen into the mat. Fable gets Van Owen to his feet and hits a high knee that he follows up with a discuss like clothesline. Fable climbs up to the top rope and leaps off, twisting in mid air and hitting a corkscrew moonsault.

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....3!!!

Taylor Davis: Angelo Fable has the fall with 22 minutes remaining in this match!

Chris Styles: Michael Allen!!!! Its Michael Allen's turn!

Allen explodes into the ring and immediately wraps his hands around the waist of Fable as he hits a huge belly to belly suplex. Fable is back up and this time Allen snaps off a high angle suplex! Fable is groggy and Allen has hooks in for a huge german suplex and hits it! Allen goes for the pin but Fable is able to kick out at two. Allen decides to go for another german suplex but Fable counters with a back elbow to the face of Allen. Fable grabs the head of Allen and nails a series of muy tie knees to the bridge of his nose. Allen is stumbled back and Fable hits a huge roundhouse kick that takes Allen down. Allen is back up and Fable kicks him in the gut, DAWN OF SORROW!!!!

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....3!!

Taylor Davis: Angelo Fable gets the fall with 18 minutes remaining in this match!

Fat Tony: Fable is looking strong Chris

Chris Styles: Yeah he is but he is getting worn down and will become ripe for the picking

Fat Tony: DEVINE!!!!

Devine is up on the apron and springboards in with a crossbody on Fable. Fable is back up and Devine hits a running clothesline, Fable is back up and Devine nails a rolling elbow. Devine sits up Fable for a power bomb but Fable is able to fight it off and turn it into a back heel trip that buys him a little time. Devine comes back in but Fable hits him in the gut with a kick. DAWN OF SORROW!!!!NO!!!! Devine is able to fight it off and turns it into a version of a bridging suplex with his arms still hooked and Fable's shoulders on the mat.

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

Fable is able to get his shoulders off the mat at the last second. Both men are back to their feet and Devine goes for a super kick but Fable gets out of the way and answers with a running boot of his own. Devine is doubled over and Fable hits the ropes and hits a huge bulldog. Fable goes to the top rope but Devine is able to get to his feet and hit the ropes which forces Fable to fall and go crotch first on the top turnbuckle. Devine charges and climbs the ropes as he hits a kick to the back of Fable's head that knocks him back down to the mat. Devine now gets Fable back to his feet and has him on his shoulders, he crosses the legs of Fable and spins him around, CIRCUIT BREAKER!!!

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

Taylor Davis: Dan Devine has the fall with 10 minutes remaining in the match!!!

Chris Styles: It finally caught up to Fable, bad luck of the draw for him

Fat Tony: Well it is random draw, he could still get back in this one Chris

Chris Styles: SPAZ!!!!!!

Spaz goes straight to the top rope and leaps off with a huge cross body on Devine. Both men are back to their feet and and Spaz is able to hook the head of Devine and nail a huge brain buster but only gets a one and a half count off of it. Devine is trying to get up but Spaz nails him with a vicsious set of kicks right to the head before bouncing off the ropes and hitting a butt bump right to the groggy face of Devine, completely the Dirty Sanchez!! Spaz quickly climbs up tot he top rope and is signaling for his signature move as he leaps off for the 630 senton but Devine get out of the way and Spaz comes up empty in a big way. Spaz is holding his back as Devine forces him to his feet and stuffs him between his legs. Devine lifts Spaz up for a power bomb and slams him into the turnbuckle hitting the Devine Intervention!

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Spaz gets his shoulder up at the last second as the clock ticks down to five minutes. Devine gives the cut throat and puts Spaz up on his shoulders but Spaz fights out of it with some hard elbows right tot he temple of Devine. Spaz is on his feet behind Devine, CASTRATION!!!!! Spaz nails a field goal like kick right to the crotch of Devine as he falls to his knees in pain. Spaz hits the ropes and then nails a picture perfect shinning wizard on Devine. Spaz climbs back up to the top rope and flys off again and this time hits his Spazardous to your Health senton splash!

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Taylor Davis: Spaz has won the fall with 4 minutes left in the match!

Fat Tony: Spaz is in the drivers seat and there is not much time remaining

Chris Styles: Told you, sick and crazy, lethal combination

Fat Tony: JAKE YOUNGBLOOD!!!!!!

Youngblood comes flying into the ring but Spaz just moves out of the way and Youngblood hits the mat with a thud. Spaz now jumps on top of Youngblood and starts randomly humping him.

Chris Styles: SURPRISE BUTT SECKS FROM SPAZ!!!!!!!!!!!!

Spaz quickly transitions his random humping into a rear naked choke as Youngblood begins to scream and Spaz just wrenches down and rolls him over as he wraps his legs around him for the full effect.

Fat Tony: SHADES OF A MONSTER!!!!

Chris Styles: And it would not surprise me one bit if he is still humping under there Tony

Youngblood tries to fight it but eventually gives in and taps out.

Taylor Davis: Spaz wins this fall and there is 2 minutes remaining in this match!!

Fat Tony: If someone is going to take this from Spaz they need to do it quick, there is very little time left

Chris Styles: I think Spaz may try and stab someone if they get in that ring right now

Fat Tony: ANGELO FABLE IS BACK IN THIS THING!!!

Chris Styles: OH BUSINESS JUST PICKED UP!!!!

Fable explodes back into the ring and takes Spaz down, Fable is hitting right hand after right hand to Spaz but is stopped in his tracks as Spaz plants a huge kiss right on the lips of Fable!

Fat Tony: Ok seriously?

Chris Styles: I told you

Fable is caught off guard and this allows Spaz to get back to his feet as does Fable. Fable just holds his arms out with a "what the fuck" look on his face and Spaz returns with sticking his hand down his pants and showing Fable his OWE face. Fable looks up at the clock and sees its under a minute and tries to get his head back in the match. Fable goes for a clothesline but Spaz does a split to avoid it and pops right back up on his feet. Before Fable can even turn around, Spaz leaps onto his back and just starts humping fast and furious.

Fat Tony: Surprise butt secks version 2?

Chris Styles: Its like having a really heavy back pack on

Fat Tony: A really heavy back pack that is humping you like a little damn chihuahua in heat

Chris Styles: Well yeah there is that too I guess

Fable is trying desperately to get Spaz off his back but that little fucker has his hook in and will not stop humping the back side of Fable. Fable finally runs Spaz back first into the corner and gets him to let go but time is running out. Fable follows up with a splash in the corner and as Spaz stumbles out of the corner, Fable nails a picture perfect crescent kick right to the face of the little fucker!

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Taylor Davis: TWENTY SECONDS!!!!!!!

Fable begins to panic as he pulls Spaz to his feet and hooks his arms, but Spaz blocks it and hits a right hand. Spaz now just tries to run away for the last few seconds but Fable is able to grab him and hit a huge german suplex that sends Spaz's head crashing off the middle turnbuckle. Fable pulls him out of the corner and quickly hooks the leg.

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Fat Tony: What just happened? Did Fable win or did Spaz hold on?

Chris Styles: I think time ran out, I think Spaz has won this thing

Taylor Davis: Time has expired and the winner and number one contender to the PCW TV title, SPAZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fat Tony: What is this world coming to?

Chris Styles: I told you dude, you just can not prepare for someone that damn crazy and fucked up. Hell even he doesn't know what is going to happen when he gets in there, how are you supposed to?

Fat Tony: SO now we have someone who randomly humps people that will get a shot at the TV title?

Chris Styles: YEP

Fat Tony: Great, this is going to be a long ass night!

[Ryan Pugh]

Huffing with frustration, Nathan climbs into the ring and calls for a microphone.

Nathan Van Owen: You know, it’s often joked that the definition of insanity is repeating the same action and expecting a different result. You should all consider yourselves fortunate that you’ve had Nathan Van Owen to abuse, for no sane man would tolerate it. And my God, have I been insane. Week in and week out, I come out here, do my best to hype whatever match I’m in, talk about how I can win and how I deserve the respect of the locker room. But when all is said and done, what’s always the end result? Over and over and over again, a big fat "L" in the loss column. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, if it gets my point across: this long string of losses has sucked the fun right out of this business, like a vacuum cleaner. It may be entertaining, but it’s not fun. Tonight was the proverbial final nail in the coffin, and I’ve had it up to here.

Mick Foley, one of my personal heroes and the reason I got into this business, once described the hierarchy of WCW like this: A guy’s spot is his spot. There is and remains no room for upward mobility.

For those of you who need a more visual image, look at it this way: here in NEW and PCW, there are the top tier guys – the Triple Xes and the Johnny Stylezes – and the bottom tier guys – the Chip Shillers and the L.A. Kiefs. Then there’s a hundred feet of shit, and then there’s me. And no matter how hard I work just to try and reach that bottom tier, I always end up with more shit getting thrown on me, and I have to dig even harder to get through all of it. And to be completely honest, I’m fed up with it.

Nathan climbs onto the turnbuckle and sits on the top pad.

Nathan Van Owen: Well, you can now consider me sane. I once said that they day I hung my boots up for good was approaching pretty darn quick, and that it would be out of frustration, not embarrassment or shame. I’m proud of what, if anything, I’ve accomplished here. As long as the fans had a good time and enjoyed the show, I’ve done my job. But as of right now? Right this moment, you can stick a fork in me, because I am done. Four simple letters: D-O-N-E. If all I’m good for is getting shit thrown on me, I see no reason to stay. I can think of at least half a dozen better ways to spend my time. To quote the Chambers Brothers, the “time has come today” to search for greener pastures where my talent is actually appreciated. And I know this will disappoint Mark Jones when he returns in God knows when; it was his idea for us to team up, after all. And it was fun while it lasted, but I have to focus on what’s best for me right now. Will you folks ever see me in NEW or PCW again? Well, never say never. But don’t hold your breath. So as my parting shot, let me show all of you here exactly how serious I am.

Nathan pulls off his boots and ties the laces together. He whistles, and a hook descends from the ceiling. Nathan hangs the boots on the hook, and jabs his thumb upward. The hook recedes upwards, carrying the boots with it; the hook stops about fifteen feet above the ring. Nathan climbs down off the turnbuckle, points at the hook, waves to the fans, and climbs out of the ring as the guitar riff of “Rock Bottom” blares over the speakers.

[Ryan Pugh]

We are backstage with Shasta and what appears to be half of the tag team known as Malice. Brad McKlayn and his sister Lizette.

Shasta: ladies and gentlemen what a night we have had so far, and it only promises to get better. Right now I am beside well appears to be about half of the Tag team that returned to the majors last week in a match against Crime and Punishment. A match where they not only proved they still had it and came away with a win but where they also put Mark Jones on the shelf and possibly ended his career. However my first question now is where is Deline?

:Lizette quickly snatches the mic away and pushes Shasta off screen.

Lizette: Deline doesn’t need to be here. The members of Malice that matters are right here and that’s all that matters. We did what we always do, we made an IMPACT. And that will be what happens tonight when my team goes into the ring and defeats Southern Hospitality and the Femme Fatales to capture the tag team title shot.

:About this time Marcellus Deline walks up in to the picture looking confused.

Deline: what the hell? Why didn’t anyone tell me we had an interview.

Brad: I didn’t know man, Lizette just pulled…..

:Lizette interrupts the two.

Lizette: your presence wasn’t needed. We have this under control.

:Marcellus and Brad both look a bit shocked at her words. She continues un phased by them.

Lizette: On top of that however I would like to take a moment to make another major announcement, as of Now The Manager to the Stars! Lizette McKlayn will be representing “The Southern Champion” Nick Newman.

:Both members of Malice not only seem shocked but Displeased. The scene then switches back to ring side with one final look of the trio arguing amongst themselves.

[Ryan Pugh]

Chris Styles: Well folks, it’s time for some beach fun, baby!

Fat Tony: If you call a Miami Beach Brawl fun Chris then by all means. But this will be for the PCW Southern Championship, and a lot of people are favouring Miami Mike to win this one.

Chris Styles: Duh, it’s because he’s from Miami! He has the blatant advantage! However, I’m going for my boy Nick Newman!

Fat Tony: Your boy? Been getting up to anything funny with him, Chris?

Chris Styles: I’m just a support, now fuck off with the jokes and let’s get this thing started!

Upon visualizing the spectacular scenes of Miami Beach from a high altitude, we then descend down onto ground level where Miami Mike, dressed in street clothes, is waiting for Newman to arrive. He has a determined expression on his face, trying to concentrate as the fans, who have been positioned quite the distance away as not to disrupt this match, cheer him on. After a while Newman finally arrives, showing off his Southern Championship to Mike with a smile on his face. Mike goes to attack him then and there but the official on duty blocks him, taking the championship and then handing it off to another staff member, who jogs away from the fighting vicinity.

Chris Styles: Well both men are ready. Do we even have a bell to decide when this starts?

Fat Tony: No need, because they’re slugging it out already!

Mike and Nick start trading blows until Mike gets the upper hand, using his brawling expertise to drive Newman back before landing a hard uppercut. Newman falls onto the sand and scrambles back to his feet, only to get driven down again by a front kick from the challenger. Mike brings Newman back to his feet and slams his elbow into his head several times, grasping his arm afterwards and whipping him into a collection of sun loungers nearby!

Chris Styles: I don’t think you can get a tan that way!

Fat Tony: I’ll be surprised if both men leave without sand up their ass cracks after this one is over!

Mike approaches Newman, throwing a lounger aside to create some space, but as he leans down to pick up Newman again, Nick turns on the spot and throws some sand into Mike’s face! He appears to be blinded as he stumbles away, Nick finding the right opportunity to deliver a spear onto another prone sun lounger. Newman yells at Mike before he picks him back up, putting him into a suplex position and raising him up at a vertical angle, only to throw him forwards and straight through the lounger as it breaks in half!

Fat Tony: I wonder how much PCW will be charged for this damage?

Chris Styles Who cares! Just watch the fun!

Nick covers Mike with a leg hooked, the referee slamming his hand onto the sand as the only means of making a count...

ONE!

TWO!

The challenger gets his shoulder up as the champion looks disappointed in the kick-out. Newman then stands up and starts stomping away at Mike, taking control of this match, but his momentum gets interrupted as he looks at something to the side of the beach. He seems fully distracted until he starts waving and winking, the camera panning across to see two hot females jogging along the beach, but they don’t have any tops on!

Chris Styles: STREAKERS! HOT DAMN!

Fat Tony: If this makes it past the censors I’m game!

Chris Styles: Dude, we don’t have any censors. But still, BOOBIES!

Newman starts flexing as they run past, giggling at him until they point behind him. Nick shrugs before he obeys their directional pointing, merely to see Mike launching a kick at his face! Newman collapses onto the sand again before Mike picks him up, hitting a Double Underhook Facebuster before making the cover...

ONE!

TWO!

Newman only just kicks out! Mike looks stern as he brings Newman back to his feet and puts him into a headlock, starting to walk him towards the shoreline and out towards the waters of the ocean.

Fat Tony: Someone is about to get wet!

Chris Styles: Damn, I want to see those girls again! I want to see them get wet now!

Mike swings Newman around to face him and simultaneously removes the headlock, booting Nick in the stomach before lifting him onto his shoulders and nailing a Fireman’s Carry Neckbreaker into the water! Mike rubs the water of his face before he makes another cover on the reigning champion...

ONE!

TWO!

Newman kicks out again! Mike slams his fist into the wet sand before he stands back up and starts kicking Nick in the face, even sweeping water and sand into his opponents’ eyes. Newman splutters and gasps as he winces and wipes his face with his hands, Mike raising him up from behind and striking him in the back with forearms until he bends Newman backwards, driving Newman into the wet sand with the Club Miami Expulsion!

Chris Styles: If one of these men drown in this match, that would be a PPV record! Two deaths in one night!

Fat Tony: I think one is enough, Chris, but you might be close to having that prediction come true! Mike is dragging Newman deeper into the water, and it’s getting knee deep.

Mike has dragged Newman under the surface of the water until it is at his waist, Newman starting to splash his way back up as Mike tries to keep him down with his legs. Nick rushes up from the water and nails Mike with an uppercut, both of these men hammering each other with punches and forearms as they are waist deep in the water. The waves are not as strong but they do cause the men to momentarily lose their balance on occasion, Nick finally sticking his thumb into Mike’s eye before pulling him down under the water. Newman then gets a sadistic look in his eyes as he hoists Mike’s legs up above the water, Mike practically upside down under the water as Nick applies an Elevated Crab!

Fat Tony: Hey, hey, you’ll drown the damn guy! Cut it out!

Chris Styles: I don’t think he’s going to listen, Tony! He’s laughing about it for fuck’s sake!

Newman is indeed laughing as we see Mike struggling under the water, sand being swept everywhere with his hands. Finally the referee shows some compassion and wades through the water, informing Nick to let go. Newman shakes his head, causing the referee to start counting him out.

Fat Tony: He could risk disqualification here!

Newman finally obeys and lets go at four, shrugging his shoulders as he looks back down at Mike in the water. With a smile he raises Mike back up and heaves him onto his shoulders, Mike looking drenched and out cold from lack of oxygen. Newman slowly walks his way back onto the shore before he gets back to the dry sand, flipping Mike off his shoulders and nailing a Death Valley Driver onto the challenger! Water shoots out of Mike’s mouth after this move has been performed, Newman crushing Mike with a running senton splash afterwards and going for another cover...

ONE!

TWO!

MIKE GETS HIS SHOULDER UP!

Fat Tony: Holy shit, he’s alive!

Chris Styles: Miami Mike still breathes ... in Miami!

Newman can’t believe it as he cries “What?!” at the referee, starting to pound his fists onto the sand as Mike tries to get back up. Newman stands up again and retreats to one part of the beach, finding a beach ball before booting it aside. As Mike is on his knees Nick locates a closed umbrella and balances it on his shoulder, walking back to Mike before he lowers the weapon and aims a swing at Mike’s head!

Fat Tony: INCOMING!

Surprisingly Mike ducks under the swing, Newman trying to control his momentum as he loses possession of the umbrella. Nick then turns around but is booting in the stomach from Mike, who is still on the sand, giving him ample time to stand back up and nail Newman with a hard knee strike, followed by a the Sparkling Club Owner, which is a Shining Enziguri! Mike makes the cover with both legs hooked...

ONE!

TWO!

NEWMAN ONLY JUST KICKS OUT!

Chris Styles: This is getting close, Tony! Who is going to leave Miami Beach as the Southern Champion?

Mike struggles back up and locates the umbrella that Newman tried to use against him, but his better judgement forces him to drop the weapon and take down Nick with his fighting abilities instead. Mike exhales before he sees Newman getting back to his feet, priming himself for a move as he keeps his posture low. Nick slowly turns around to face Mike, who rushes forward and jumps towards Newman, grasping his head and delivering a strong Diamond Cutter onto the sand! An imprint of Nick’s face still remains as Mike rolls Newman onto his back, but instead of going for the cover, he looks to the fans in the distance and raises his arm, a chorus of cheers resonating as they realize this is the call for Mike to finish off his opponent and win the gold!

Fat Tony: Mike has survived so much in this match! Can he finally put Newman away and capture the Southern Championship?!

Chris Styles: Newman will find a way to fight back! He can’t lose now! He just can’t!

Mike drops down beside Newman and attaches Nick in The Miami Vice Deluxe! Newman starts struggling against the Anaconda Vice Grip as Mike tenses and puts more pressure on Nick’s neck, the champion looking about to tap out!

Fat Tony: He’s going to tap out! We have a new champion coming!

Suddenly, from the corner of the camera’s view, a female rushes into view and boots Mike in the back of his head with a high-heeled shoe, Mike letting go of the hold and feeling the back of his head instantly. The referee sees the woman and tells her to get away, the camera focusing on the woman who has a “What did I do?” cocky look on her face, the crowd in the distance booing as they know who this woman is.

Chris Styles: That’s Lizette McKlayn! She just attacked Miami Mike with that shoe!

Fat Tony: Why has she done this? What purpose does she have here?

Lizette keeps her distance as she starts cheering on Newman, who is slowly getting back to his feet. He notices that Mike is down and brings him back to his feet, kneeing him in the stomach before delivering a powerful Jumping Piledriver onto the sand, taking a few steps back before running towards Mike and flipping over with a Shooting Star Press onto him! Newman then makes the cover...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Nick Newman retains the PCW Southern Championship!

Chris Styles: Newman is still the champion!

Fat Tony: Yeah, all because of Lizette McKlayn! I’d like to know the meaning behind these shenanigans!

Lizette starts celebrating with Newman as he uses her as a support, demanding that he has his belt back. The staff member from before comes back and hands him the title, Newman raising it aloft as Lizette helps him retreat from this beach, and away from Miami Mike, who has just been screwed out of winning the Southern Championship in his hometown.

Chris Styles: What a match that was, Tony.

Fat Tony: Indeed, but the ending was spoiled by that bitch. I hope she realizes what she has caused. Miami Mike is bound to get his revenge, and she’ll be the first to feel his anger!

Chris Styles: Oh lighten up! We still have plenty of fun matches to get through. Want a line?

Fat Tony: No thanks. I’d rather just have a beer after what I saw.

Chris Styles: Oh well ... Newman is still the champ though! All hail the champ! Wooo!

[Ryan Pugh]

We are backstage with Marcellus and Brad of Malice.

Marcellus: DON’T YOU SEE, she is trying to replace me.

Brad: No man she has always talked about managing more then us, in 2CW she had about 5 clients you can’t…

Marcellus: Brad, she didn’t tell me about the interview, now she is taking on another client. It’s obvious she Is trying to replace me with some chump named Newman.

Brad: Look we are partners, we will win the tag team titles next week after we win tonight. Just ignore Liz you know she is still upset. You two have a big personal thing that will take a while to get over, but no way on hell she Is trying to replace you.

:Marcellus Grumbles and tosses a towel against the wall still not convinced as the show goes back to the ring.

[Ryan Pugh]

Taylor Davis: This is a three way dance for the number one contender for the PCW Tag Team Championships. First team to come to the ring is Deline and McKlayn aka Malice!!!!

Brad came to the ring first, slapping hands with the fans and testing the ropes. Deline came slowly to the ring, looking at the fans and at Brad with contempt.

Taylor Davis: and the second team in this tag team tornado match, Apathy and Aurora Deadwood aka Femme Fatales!!!!

Nobody comes through the curtain. There music plays but they don’t come out.

Chris Styles: Where are they?

Fat Tony: But we need to go on.

Taylor Davis: And the final team in this tag team tornado match, Steven and Brandon Jackson!

Steven walks down to the ring with a smirk on his face and stands looking up at Malice. Steven slides in the ring even before his partner has made his way to the ring. Brad goes to work on Steven as Deline slides to the outside awaiting the other member of the Jacksons to make his way to the ring. Steven is being destroyed in the ring with some clubbing right hands until he is sent to the ropes and hit with a big foot from Brad. Brad stomps the life out of Steven taking advantage of the numbers as Deline makes his way up the entranceway.

Chris Styles: Where the hell are Femme Fatale? And where’s Brandon?

As Deline gets about halfway up the entrance ramp out from the crowd came the man he was looking for, Brandon jumps the guard rails and clubs Deline in the back of the neck with a right hand. He sends him to the ground with a kick to the gut followed by a snap suplex. Brandon grabs Deline by his hair and proceeds to bring him to the ringside area. He connects with a DDT on the outside of the ring and then took his corner and watches on as his Steven is getting punished with some brutal fists to the face.

Chris Styles: The Brothers will soon get the better of these two bit punks!!!

Fat Tony: Yeah right?

Chris Styles: Yeah true.

In the ring Brad allows Steven to get to his feet, only to be pushed into the corner and to connect with some more kicks to the gut. Brad goes to whip Steven to the opposite corner when Steven finally takes the upper hand by reversing the Irish Whip into a fierce drop toe hold. Steven quickly makes the tag and is allowed to roll to the outside and Brad arrogantly gets into the ring. Outside Deline is also starting to regain his senses and begins pulling himself up onto the ring apron. Brandon keeps control of the match taking advantage of the fallen Brad. Brandon grabs the arms and legs of Brad and brings him up with a surfboard stretch. Deline enters the ring just for enough time to break the hold Brad grabs at his hurt ribs, but as Brandon goes after him Brad take the chance and goes for a roll up...........1.....................2..........Kick out by Brandon.

Chris Styles: Quick count their from the referee.

Fat Tony: No favourites in wrestling Chris, you should know that.

Chris Styles: Tony, Shut up!!

And both men are to their feet. Brad connects with some right hands, and Brandon blocks them and does the same. Brad whips Brandon to the ropes with Power and Brandon comes back with a flying forearm. Brandon sees that he has a chance against Brad, and brings Brad to his feet. Brandon kicks Brad a few times in those busted up ribs and then brings him off the mat in a Sidewalk Slam position. Brad tries to manoeuvre his way out, only to be sent down hard with full force with a sidewalk Slam. Brad screams in pain as he holds his ribs, but as Brandon laughs at Brad, Brad makes the tag to Deline. Who comes running in with a vengeance.

Chris Styles: Let's see if Deline can do better against Brandon.

Fat Tony: I don't think so!!!!!

First off, Brandon goes for a huge dropkick but it is sidestepped by Deline, he grabs the leg in mid air. Brandon looks in pain as Deline turns Brandon stomach first on the mat with an ankle lock, Brandon grabs for the ropes but Deline kicks him away. After a few seconds Steven jumps in and makes the save. Brad shakes off the shot to the head delivered by Steven and brings Brandon back to his feet. The referee escorts Steven out of the ring. Brad grabs Brandon and sends him into the corner, Brandon reverses however, and sends Brad into the corner so hard he goes over the top rope. Brandon then runs at the corner and hits Brad with a Spear through the ropes. The crowd goes nuts despite the alignment of Brandon, as both men lie hurt on the outside Steven blindsides Deline with a right hand and brings him into the ring with a snap suplex.

Chris Styles: What a spear Tony.

Deline takes the upper hand for the first time in the duration of this match up. Deline sends Steven to the ropes and takes him down with a quick hurricanrana for the cover...1... Kick out by Steven, and he is furious.

Steven goes to kick Deline in the gut but he catches his foot, Steven then goes for a enziguri but Deline ducks and then brings Steven to his feet. Deline connects with a Massive DDT sending blood pouring out of the busted nose of Steven. Steven is out cold, but neither of them are the legal men. Brandon re-enters the ring and he climbs to the top rope. He screams something at Deline and as he turns around Deline is caught with a huge missile dropkick to the ribs, The crowd goes nuts at Deline falls to the mat right next to Steven. Brad rolls back into the ring, rolling Deline out.

Chris Styles: Ah the two legal men are in the ring for once.

Fat Tony: Yeah but Steven is still down.

Brandon spots Brad and goes to work on the ribs further with a modified STF putting more pressure to the ribs. Steven slowly gets to his feet, he touches the blood on his face and brings it to his eye level, he smiles before taking his corner. Brandon releases the hold and brings Brad to his feet. Brad is whipped to the ropes and sent down with a clothesline. Just as he goes for the cover Deline makes his way back in the ring and Brad slides to the outside. Deline blindsides Brandon with a neck breaker and then snaps on a vicious arm bar. Brandon screams in pain, but manages to make the tag to the bloody Steven. Deline didn't see the tag and he continues the hold. Steven climbs to the top rope and hits a splash on not only Deline , but Brandon as well. Both men are hurt and Steven smiles as blood pours from his head. Steven pushes Brandon to the outside of the ring and goes to cover Deline ... 1... 2....Brad is back in the ring and he kicks Steven right in the face. With one hand holding his ribs, Brad brings Steven to his feet and kicks him in the gut for a implant DDT. Even more blood starts oozing out of the head of Steven as Brad puts Deline atop Steven, and the referee makes the count......1... 2... "HOLY SHIT" The fans start to chant as Steven kicks out.

Brad looks shocked and just calls for the recovering Deline to make the tag. And he does, Deline makes his way to Brad and Brad enters the ring proceeding to stomp the life out of Steven. Brandon and Deline both end up on the outside of the ring, and they exchange numerous right hands. Brad kicks Steven in the head about ten times before brings him to the corner. Brad mounts Steven in the corner for a start of ten right hands to the already open skull..1... 2.... 3... 4.... 5... 6.... 7....The crowd goes nuts counting with each strike.

Chris Styles: Steven has lost quite a lot of blood, maybe the referee should think about ending this?

Steven suddenly sends Brad to the mat with a Snap Power bomb from the top rope position. Steven like a bloody madman goes to work stomping away on the ribs once again using the ropes for advantage. Steven sets Rick sitting in the corner and runs at him for a quick dropkick right to the ribs. Brad screams in pain as Steven continues the assault. Outside Brandon has the advantage as he takes Deline down with a another snap suplex to the outside. Malice’s valet just looks on, wondering if she can help out. Brandon climbs the guard rail on the outside and connects with a huge leg drop and Deline looks hurt. Brandon searches for a chair and his search comes up successful as he makes his way back toward Deline who is now pulling himself to his feet. Brandon swings the chair quickly and Deline manages to duck. The chair connects with the guard rail and stuns Brandon for a second, just long enough for Deline to take Brandon down with a neck breaker. Deline brings Brandon to his feet and starts to make his way up to guard rail. They reach the top and Deline kicks Brandon in the face with some stiff kicks. Brandon hits the ground hard and Deline stomps away on the brothers.

Chris Styles: This is getting out of hand.

Fat Tony: Hey Malice’s valet just grabbed a fans burger!!!

The referee looks down at her shaking his head but he turns back to the two legal men in the ring. Steven still has the advantage, he connects with an abdominal drop and short rib breaker. Brad can barely move as he is more worried about holding on to his hurt ribs. Steven connects with a short power bomb and the crowd goes wild. Steven gets a sadistic smile forming across his face as the blood pours through his teeth. Steven tears the t-shirt from Brad and goes to the outside. He re-enters with a chair. The referee spots the chair straight away and starts to wrestle it from Steven’s grasp. Unseen from him Brandon rolls in the other side he hits Brad squarely between the eyes with another chair knocking him out cold.

Fat Tony: What’s that about?

Chris Styles: Wait, look who’s out here now!!!

Apathy, Aurora Deadwood and Emily Koresh come running down the ramp way.

Chris Styles: Better late than never.

Apathy spears Steven as she spots him around the ring. Emily begins to lay in the boot on the downed Deline. Aurora rolls into the ring and sees the downed Brad and then turns to the chair wielding Brandon. The referee pulls the chair from him and throws it out of the ring.

Chris Styles: Is this fair, the Femme Fatales are fresh out here?

Fat Tony: I’m just getting a message from backstage saying that someone locked them in there locker room and they only just escaped.

Aurora slaps Brad hard across the face and then hits him with a ddt. Apathy jumps in the ring. The Femme Fatales kick everyone else out the ring.

Chris Styles: Only Femme Fatales standing in the ring.

Fat Tony: But they need to pin someone to get the number one contender spot.

Deline manages to get to his feet and rolls into ring. At once Aurora springs towards him and hits Deline with a running lariat. She tumbles out onto the arena floor even as Apathy takes her place on the ring apron. On the outside Aurora lifts Deline up and throws him back into the ring. Aurora lifts Deline up and whips him into the ropes, but on the return Deline ducks a right forearm from Aurora. Working quickly, Deline hits and leaps off the second rope and catches Aurora with a huge flying forearm to the face. Rolling out of the effect of the move, Deline gets to his feet and attacks Aurora's leg from beneath her with a chop block to the back of her knees. Deline pauses, breathing hard, and urges Aurora to her feet with the open hand. Just as Aurora regains her vertical base, Deline hits a leg sweep to take Aurora down to the mat again. As she falls, Deline struck out and kicks Aurora's kneecap as hard as he can, causing her to scream in pain, she reaches out and tries to tag her tag partner in but Deline knocks her back down.

Chris Styles: Deline is taking it to his ex SIX stable mate.

Fat Tony: Alex won’t be happy.

Slowly Aurora regains her footing. Deline whips off the ropes and comes at a run towards Aurora, but with teeth bared Aurora doesn't move and instead nails Deline down with a hard shoulder tackle. Aurora lays back into the ropes and rebounding hits a leg drop to the downed member of Malice. Working quickly, Aurora lifts Deline up and tosses him roughly into the corner. Aurora lays heavy chop after heavy chop into Deline's chest, lacing it with deep red streaks. Deline sinks down, grasping the ropes to stay on his feet. Aurora backs off and starts to run toward Deline, but at the last possible second Deline leaps out of the way and hits Aurora straight in the jaw with a super kick. Like a rock, Aurora drops to the floor flat on her back.

Breathing hard, Deline takes a moment to catch his breath before picking up Aurora. Deline whips Aurora into the ropes and hits a quick shoulder block to send Aurora to the mat once more. Deline goes for a pin fall, as the referee dove to make the count............1...............2.....................Apathy breaks up the hold with a kick to Deline's back.

Chris Styles: Are the Jackson’s and Brad still out are ringside?

Fat Tony: Seem to be but the EMT’s are working on them.

As the referee shoves Apathy out of the ring, Aurora gets back to her feet as she and Deline exchange hard right hands. After a series of these, Aurora blocks and returns the attack with a hard chop to the chest of Deline. Aurora leans back, the strikes forward with a vicious head butt that slams into Deline's skull. Deline stumbles into the ropes and comes back at Aurora, but Aurora ducks his attack and hits a backward front Russian leg sweep. Deline goes down, both in response to the move and exhaustion as Aurora rolls on top of him for the cover........1...............2..............Kick out.

Chris Styles: How did he kick out from that?

Aurora in frustrations tags in Apathy. Apathy goes to kick Deline in the gut but Deline catches her foot, Apathy then goes for a enziguri but Deline ducks and then brings Apathy to her feet. Deline connects with a Massive DDT sending blood pouring out of the now busted nose of Apathy. Apathy is out cold. Aurora re-enters the ring and she climbs to the top rope. She screams something at Deline and as he turns around Deline is caught with a huge missile dropkick to the ribs. Aurora pulls Deline up and starts to whip him into the ropes, but Deline reverses and catches her with a back elbow. With Aurora stunned, Deline hits her with a snap suplex and heads up top. He reaches the top turnbuckle in a neutral corner and connects with a splash. Deline makes the cover, but Apathy breaks it up with a kick to the head. Deline stands over Aurora with a smile, before pulling her up by the hair. The referee turns back to yell at Deline for holding the hair, just in time for Aurora to use her educated feet to low blow Deline. With Deline doubled over, Aurora rushes to him and locks in a leg lock.

Chris Styles: He’s got to tag out!!

Fat Tony: No he's not!!!!

Twisting on the spot and using the ropes as leverage Deline manages to reverse the submission into a pin.......1.............2...........Aurora lets go of the hold to get out of the pin. Both get to their feet quickly. On the outside, Apathy is leaning against the ring apron. Aurora lands a kick to the midsection. An attempt at a German Suplex...but Deline pushes her away, she falls backwards but Deline grabs her from behind and runs to the opposite corner and hits a big time Tornado DDT. Apathy tries to get into the ring, but slips on the ropes. Deline covers and hooks the leg......1...........2...............Kick out!!!

Chris Styles: Oh my god!

Deline grabs hold of the referee by the throat and pushes him backwards. Aurora rolls him up from behind into a small package…………………..1.…………………………2.……………………3!!!!!

Chris Styles: We’ve got winners! Number one contenders!!

Fat Tony: I wonder who locked there locker room.

[Ryan Pugh]

Taylor Davis: First to the ring in this last man standing match for the PCW Television Championship, the contender, Agustus D'Agosta



Slowly out of the back walks Agustus, his trade mark hood over his head. Stopping at the top of the ramp he appears to say a prayer before making his way to the ring with the pace of his song. Climbing the stairs, Agustus enters the ring dropping to his knees in the middle of the ring. There he waits, his head down for his opponent.

Chris Styles: He seems to look quite content. He seems to be ready for LA Kief.

Fat Tony: We will see.

Taylor Davis: And here is the Champion, the PCW Television Champion, LA Kief!!!!!



“Welcome to the Strange” by the Murder dolls starts to play as the curtains part and there he stands. LA Kief. The PCW Television Champion.

Fat Tony: What’s he wearing?

LA Kief has come prepared for the sunshine. He is wearing nothing but a pair of water wings and a pair of Speedos. The title belt is over his shoulder. As his music plays he slowly makes his way down to the ring.

Chris Styles: He’s bigger up top than most of the female roster members here tonight.

Fat Tony: And why’s he wearing a banana hammock?

Chris Styles: Looks like he’s smuggling budgies……….Wait, we’re here for a serious match. Let’s get this started.

Kief smiles and waves to the crowd, then makes his way to a neutral corner to wait for the bell. The referee signals for it, and the two men walk toward each other. D'Agosta holds his arms out for a lockup, and Kief obliges. The fat man quickly gains the advantage with a kick to the midsection, then follows up with a knee lift, knocking D'Agosta to the mat. Kief bends down to grab D'Agosta by the head, but D'Agosta catches him completely unaware with a small package.

Chris Styles: Small Package……….No pun intended.

Fat Tony: But doesn’t count in a last man standing match.

Kief kicks out as the referee is not counting and gets quickly to his feet, clearly surprised. Wasting no time, he runs toward D'Agosta, who catches him with a Japanese arm drag, taking him down to the mat. As Kief pops up, D'Agosta nails him flush in the face with a dropkick. Kief, stunned, rolls to the outside for a moment to regain his bearings and try to figure out what is going wrong. D'Agosta isn't supposed to get in any offence. Long-time Kief fans cheer him on as he rolls back in.

Fat Tony: Here we go.

D'Agosta and Kief circle one another in the centre of the ring. D'Agosta uses his vastly superior skills to gain a quick advantage with a wrenching side headlock. D'Agosta backs Kief into a corner causing the referee to step in to call for a clean break. D'Agosta with a smile on his face raises his arms and breaks the hold. SLAP

Fat Tony : Oh! What was that all about?

D'Agosta outraged by the surprising slap lunges at Kief to try to connect with a right hand. Kief quickly side steps the attempted wild swing and connects with another slap.

Fat Tony: Is Kief out of his mind? D'Agosta is getting pissed! That's now a second ill advised slap by Kief!

D'Agosta begins chasing Kief around the ring to try to catch him. Kief bounces off of the ropes to avoid any further contact. D'Agosta in a surprising burst of speed ducks underneath as Kief jumps over him. After both men hit the opposite ropes D'Agosta goes airborne with a giant leap connecting with a Running Somersault Clothesline! The fans watching the match are surprised by D'Agosta's uncanny agility.

Fat Tony: OH! What do you call that move? That was SPECTACULAR!

D'Agosta begins to take full control. Kief is sent hard into the corner turnbuckles after a vicious Irish whip. Kief is hit with a barrage of punches, kicks, and stomps by D'Agosta.

Fat Tony: Kief is taking one hell of a beating while D'Agosta is dealing out some wicked punishment! This is an impressive outing for D'Agosta thus far.

Kief lays prone on his back in the corner as D'Agosta proceeds to choke the air out of his opponent's lungs with a boot choke. Kief gasps for air under the bright lights. D'Agosta wastes no time in bringing his adversary to a vertical base and whipping him into the opposite corner with authority. Kief collapses face first to the mat. D'Agosta looks on as his opponent struggles to get up.

Fat Tony: Kief is being tossed around like a rag doll by someone who looks to be the vastly superior competitor thus far.... D'Agosta! How can he throw the big guy around?

Chris Styles: And please someone get Kief some shorts.

Kief attempts to make a comeback with a few punches to the midsection. D'Agosta stops Kief dead in his tracks with several knee lifts to the stomach. D'Agosta picks up Kief and executes a vicious choke slam. Kief is motionless in the centre of the ring. D’Agosta brings Kief to his feet and whips him off the ropes to connect with a BIG BOOT.

Fat Tony: OH MY GOD! Are we going to see it? Are we going to see it? The LEG DROP! The LEG DROP! The LEG DROP!

Chris Styles: Jesus Christ you 80's mark. This is D’Agosta not some balding, moustache wearing old timer.

Fat Tony: Shut the hell up.

D'Agosta waits for Kief to stand up. Kief staggers but manages to make it to his feet.

Fat Tony: SPEAR!

Chris Styles: Now your being a 90's mark!

D’Agosta stands back as the referee starts the count.

Fat Tony: This match was over before it even got started. What a squash for the soon to be new PCW Television Champion, D'Agosta.

The referee counts...1 .....2 ......3...4.……5.

Chris Styles: Oh Kief’s not even moving.

Fat Tony : Wait!

Kief kips up as D’Agosta is looking out to the crowd. Kief sneaks up from behind and connects with a low blow.

Chris Styles: Ah ha ha ha! That was classic! Maybe I was wrong about at least one of these two... yeah right!

Fat Tony: Give them a chance Chris Styles

Kief tosses D'Agosta over with a belly to belly overhead suplex. The crowd begins to come alive. LA Kief leaps up to the top turnbuckle. And launches himself with a top rope leg drop. D'Agosta rolls out of the way and goes up top too.

Fat Tony: Hey... what are you doing?

Chris Styles: I'm giving someone an opportunity. Here you go kid. This is to brighten up this match a bit. Smile for the cameras.

Chris Styles throws D'Agosta a steel chair.

Fat Tony: You can't do that!

Chris Styles: I can do whatever the hell I want! I'm Chris Styles.

D'Agosta cradles the steel chair under his arm, performs a somersault back flip, and executes a DDT sending a stunned Kief skull and face first into the steel chair!

The crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Chris Styles: In case you didn't know... that is Innovation!!

The crowd: PCW………..PCW……………PCW………...

Fat Tony: Why did you do that? I can't believe this! I CAN NOT FUCKING BELIEVE THIS! Kief has been knocked out COLD! I've never seen ANYTHING like that!

The referee moves into position and starts to count Kief…………………..1.…………………….2.………………………….3.…………………..
4.…………….5.………………….6.……………..7.……………………….
8.…………..Kief manages to get to his feet.

D'Agosta charges in but is caught by a boot from Kief.

Fat Tony: Kief was playing posum.

Kief kicks D'Agosta in stomach and picks him up. He twists him around for a piledriver.

Chris Styles: That's disgusting. D'Agosta's got a face full of nut sack!!!

Fat Tony: Sweaty sack too..............

Kief hits D'Agosta with a flipping piledriver. He manages to get to his feet and falls back into the ropes.

Fat Tony: Oh my god! That was freaking awesome!!!

The referee starts the count.........................1........................2...................................3...............................4...............
.................5...........................

Fat Tony: D'Agosta's not even moving.

.....................6..........................7...........................8....................

Chris Styles: His foot's moving..........

Fat Tony: That's true.

............................9.................................10!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Fat Tony: Kief has successfully defended his title but he still seems to be out of it though.

Chris Styles: What?

Kief stumbles forward, he doesn't seem to be aware of what he's doing. He falls forward, crashing down on top of D'Agosta.

Chris Styles: That's disgusting. Someone get him off of D'Agosta.

Fat Tony: 69 Dude!!

Chris Styles: Let's get onto our next match.......Please!

[Ryan Pugh]

The camera pans up at an old carnival style haunted house. A old sign swings in the wind above it, its states “PCW’s Haunted House of Horrors” on it in flaky paint. On the hoarding are various pictures of ghost movies painted on them.

Perched on a stool in a ticket office sits a crusty looking old man in a filthy clown suit and smeared make-up. The word LOVE is tattooed across his right knuckles and HATE is tattooed across the left. He is reading the newspaper, crunching on crackers from a paper bag and half heartedly listening to a small, nerdy kid wearing coke bottle glasses.

Chris Styles: That place looks very creepy

Fat Tony: I hate clowns.

Chris Styles: What?

Fat Tony: I’ve hated clowns ever since I was a child. I had this experience when I was at my cousin Vinnys 8th birthday party……………

Chris Styles: Thanks for sharing. Here comes Thriller.

Thriller exit’s the van that has pulled up outside and nods at the clown as he walks into the House.

Fat Tony: He must be one of the favourites in this match……..

Chris Styles: Yeah right.

Another van pulls up outside, and Brendan O’Shea exits. He smirks and then pats the nerdy kid on the head before heading inside.

Chris Styles: He might be one to watch.

Fat Tony: But you forget about the third guy.

Chris Styles: Where is Koresh?

The Clown gives a look of disdain at the kid and disappears through a curtain behind the counter. A black metal door creaks open. The camera crew enter a darkened room.

A blue light comes on. The Clown is standing on a motorized platform. In the centre of the room is a makeshift wrestling ring. Around the room is lots of weapons. There is also a scaffold of sorts around the room up to a sky light at the top of the room.

The Clown coughs and then speaking through a small megaphone.

The Clown: Ladies and gentlemen, and those that have yet to decide. We are gathered here for a match that will be talked about for a long time. This is to be a House of Horrors match for the number one contender match for the PCW Insane Championship. The idea of this match is for one of them to get to the skylight up there and escape this House of Horrors. And the competitors in this match. To your left you see the infamous Thriller.

He points at Thriller who is just stood there looking around at some of the weapons.

The Clown: And his opponent, Brendan O’Shea.

He points at Brendan who is testing the ropes.

The Clown: But where, oh where is the third opponent? Alexander Koresh?

A lifeless wax figure pops forward with a loud metal clang. Thriller jumps back with fright.

The Clown: He’s here somewhere. Oh there he is.

He points at a door in the corner. Alexander is stood behind it, walking like a caged animal behind it. Thriller and O’Shea look at each other before backing into the ring.

The Clown: Oh that doors locked? AND electrified? Now see if the Sadistic Bastard can get past that first. So lets get started.

He throws the microphone down and walks into an alcove behind the wax work. A bell rings somewhere in the room. Alexander goes over to the door into the room. He starts to kick it, each boot sending sparks flying but also denting the door. The door is eventually bent out of shape but won't open. He turns thinking, taking a few steps back he charges the bent door with a shoulder charge. He busts through the door, smoke rises, sparks fly, the smell of burning flesh rises in the room.

Fat Tony: OH MY GODDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!

Chris Styles: OH MY GODDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!

They both turn and look at each other.

Chris Styles & Fat Tony: OH MY GODDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!

Alexander is on the floor inside the room, his t-shirt burning still on his back. He slowly rises to his feet and looks up at the ring.

Chris Styles: Oh here we go. This is going to get brutal.

Thriller and O'Shea immediately lock up and Thriller gets the upper hand by applying an arm bar. Thriller twists the arm around and he drives his elbow into his arm many times and then he twists it again. Alexander starts to climb the scaffolding as Thriller takes it to O'Shea. Thriller keeps his lock on the arm of O'Shea and then he whips him into the ropes knocking Alexander off of the scaffolding and as O'Shea comes running back Thriller catches him with a sleeper hold.

Fat Tony: He’s putting him to sleep?

Chris Styles: Shut up, and lets get into this match

Fat Tony: Emmmm?? Okay?

Thriller keeps the move locked in on O'Shea and keeps his oxygen supply cut off. O'Shea slowly fades but Alexander gets back to his feet and goes up and kicks Thriller in the ribs and he knocks Thriller off of O'Shea. Alexander hits Thriller in the face with a few forearms and then he whips Thriller into the ropes and he goes for a dropkick but Thriller holds onto the ropes and Alexander hits nothing but air and crashes down to the mat. O'Shea goes over to Thriller and he punches Thriller in the face and Thriller hits O'Shea back and then two continue this process until O'Shea rakes Thriller in the eyes and he knee's him in the stomach. O'Shea smashes Thriller face off of his knee and then he clotheslines him over the top rope but Thriller hangs onto the ropes squashed into the scaffolding.

O'Shea lifts Alexander up into the air and then he slams him back down to the mat with a big back suplex. Alexander bounces off the mat and folds up while O'Shea gets right back up and as Alexander is on all fours and tries to get up O'Shea runs at him and connects with a dropkick to the side of his head. Alexander's neck twists as he falls down to the mat and O'Shea picks him right back up and hits him in the face with several big forearms and he whips him into the ropes but Alexander reverses it and when O'Shea comes running back Alexander pushes him by the back of his head and O'Shea goes crashing into the scaffolding. O'Shea's head bounces off of it and he falls back down to the mat holding his face. Alexander picks O'Shea up and he kicks him in the stomach several times before hitting him in the back of the head with a double axe handle smash. O'Shea goes down to all fours and Alexander does another double axe handle smash and it knocks O'Shea down to the canvas this time. Alexander goes over to a ladder and he folds it up and he picks it up and as soon as O'Shea gets up to his feet Alexander runs at him and runs him down with the ladder. As soon as Alexander hits O'Shea with the ladder O'Shea falls down to the mat and Alexander runs over him.

Chris Styles: Well, this is more like it.

Alexander stands over the fallen O'Shea and he drives the ladder deep down into the chest of O'Shea. Alexander does this again and again before he tosses the ladder off to the side. Alexander picks O'Shea up and he knee's him in the stomach and then he grabs his head and connects with a ddt down to the canvas. Alexander seems to have the match well under hand but he has forgotten about Thriller who has got another ladder and nearly up to the next level on the scaffolding. Alexander drags the ladder over towards O'Shea and then he picks O'Shea up and he body slams him down onto the ladder. O'Shea body jumps as it makes contact with the steel ladder. Alexander notices Thriller pulling himself up onto the next level of the scaffolding, cursing he runs towards the ladder and starts climbing.

Fat Tony: You've got to have eyes in the back of your head.

Chris Styles: Too true.

He pulls himself up to the next level and is met with an elbow to the back of his neck. Alexander gets up to his feet and he waits for Thriller to get to his feet. As soon as Thriller gets up he goes over to Alexander and picks him up and slams him down into the ladder with a huge spine buster. Alexander wastes no time and he picks Thriller up and he whips him into the scaffolding but Thriller hang onto it and Alexander runs at him and Thriller back body drops Alexander into the side of the scaffold. Alexander bounces off the scaffold and lands back on his feet and Thriller runs at him and jumps into the air and connects with an elbow drop. Thriller picks Alexander up and he hits him in the chin with a huge right hand that knocks Alexander back down to the mat. Thriller picks the ladder up and he rests it up against the corner and he pulls Alexander up to his feet and he whips Alexander into the ladder with all of his might. Alexander bounces off the ladder and he lands back down on the floor holding his shoulder that was rammed into the scaffold. Thriller walks over to the legs over Alexander and he grabs onto them and he catapults Alexander face first into the ladder. Alexander once again bounces off the ladder face first and hits the canvas. Thriller gets on top of Alexander and he punches him in the face many times before Alexander lifts Thriller up into the air and rams him right into the ladder. Alexander keeps a hold of Thriller and he rams him into the ladder again and again. The ladder falls down to the mat and Alexander body slams Thriller down onto the ladder. He turns around to get the other ladder when he's met with a chair to the face.

Chris Styles: He sneaked right up on him.

Fat Tony: And wholloped him with a chair.

O'Shea is stood over Alexander. Thriller sees what's going on and drop kicks the chair knocking O'Shea back down. Thriller picks O'Shea up to his feet who is staggering around not knowing where he is and Thriller runs up behind him and delivers a Bulldog that smashes O'Shea's face up against the rungs of the ladder. O'Shea rolls over holding his face as Thriller gets up and taunts him. Thriller picks O'Shea up and he grabs him and gets him in a snap suplex down onto the ladder. Thriller lays O'Shea out on top of the ladder and he measures him up and he jumps up into the air and he comes crashing down with a huge leg drop that bends O'Shea backwards on the ladder. Thriller jumps up in the air and he hits O'Shea with yet another leg drop. Thriller kicks O'Shea off of the ladder and he picks the ladder up and sets it up in the middle of the ring. Thriller begins to climb the ladder and O'Shea sits up against the wall and he watches Thriller grabs a baseball bat and take it off the hook. Thriller holds the bat high up in the air and Alexander runs and dropkicks the ladder and Thriller comes flying off and crashes into the side of the scaffolding.

Chris Styles: owww!!!!

Fat Tony: Too true but Thriller still has dropped the bat.

O'Shea goes to pick up the bat that Thriller has dropped as he falls off the ladder but is clocked in the head with a chair that knocks him down. Thriller gets up to his feet. He looks at Alexander they nod at each other as Alexander grabs the ladder and he puts it back in the corner and Thriller takes the limp body of O'Shea and he puts him against the scaffold and then Alexander places the ladder in front of him and then he runs at dropkicks the ladder into the body of O'Shea. Then Thriller follows up with a drop kick of his own.

Chris Styles: Working together?

Thriller turns towards Alexander and is meet by a clothesline knocking him down with so much force that Alexander falls down to. O'Shea slowly gets to his feet, pulls up Thriller and whips him into the opposite corner. Thriller crashes into the corner and O'Shea runs at him but Thriller gets his boot up and he slams it into the face of O'Shea. Immediately, Alexander begins to get to his feet. Thriller nails him with a couple of right hands. He then tries to whip Alexander into the steel mesh, but he reverses and Thriller is forced to drop to the mat to stop himself. Alexander tries to deliver an Elbow drop, but Thriller rolls out of the way. Both men get to their feet, Alexander charges and goes for a Clothesline, but Thriller catches him and then throws him into the scaffold wall which gives away but Alexander manages to hang on and drag himself back onto that level.

Fat Tony: Oh so close to!!!

Thriller sends O'Shea to the mat with a choke slam. Thriller like a psycho goes to work stomping away on the ribs using the scaffold for advantage. Thriller sets O'Shea sitting in the corner and runs at him for a quick dropkick right to the face. O'Shea screams in pain as Thriller continues the assault. Thriller still has the advantage, he connects with an abdominal drop and short rib breaker. O'Shea can barely move as he is more worried about holding on to his hurt ribs. Thriller connects with a short power bomb and the crowd goes wild. Thriller gets a sadistic smile forming across his face as the blood pours down his forehead. While this is happening Alexander is slowly climbing up the outside of the scaffold unknown to the two competitors. He reaches the top of the scaffold and looks down at the other two. He sadistically smiles.

Fat Tony: What? What's going on?

Chris Styles: What is he doing?

He looks down at the two of them on a lower level, shrugs his shoulders and then dives off of the scaffold and catches both of them with a double clothesline, knocking all three down to the ring. He slowly gets to his feet and drags O’Shea to his feet but O’Shea slaps Alexander in the face knocking him back.

Fat Tony: OHH!!!!!!! Shit!!!!! Ohhh my god!!!!!!!!

O'Shea goes over to Alexander and he punches Alexander in the face and Alexander hits O'Shea back and then two continue this process until O'Shea rakes Alexander in the eyes and he knee's him in the stomach. O'Shea smashes Alexander face off of his knee and then he clotheslines him over the top rope and Alexander hits the ground. Thriller hits O'Shea in the back and then he turns him around and he gets him in a snap mare take down. Thriller picks O'Shea back up and he kicks him in the stomach and O'Shea keels over and then Thriller hits him in the face with a boot that knocks O'Shea down to the mat. Alexander gets up on the outside and he slowly climbs back into the ring. Thriller kicks O'Shea up and he hits him in the chest with some big chops and then he pushes him back into the corner and he holds onto the ropes and he kicks O'Shea in the abdomen until Alexander sneaks up behind Thriller and he grabs him around the waist and connects with a snap German suplex. Alexander then goes over to O'Shea and he drives his hip into the stomach of O'Shea and then he punches him in the face and he whips O'Shea into the opposite corner. O'Shea crashes into the corner and Alexander runs at him but O'Shea gets his boot up and he slams it into the face of Alexander. O'Shea grabs Alexander and he pulls him up to his feet and he grabs his head like he is going to get him in a spinning neck breaker but he grabs his arm and lifts it up and Thriller gets in some cheap shots to the ribs of Alexander and still holding the arm of Alexander, O'Shea delivers the spinning neck breaker. O'Shea grabs Thriller and he smashes his head into the top turnbuckle and Thriller falls backwards and O'Shea runs at him and knocks him down to the mat with a clothesline. Alexander goes to the outside of the ring and he pulls out a chair from the side of the scaffold. In the ring O'Shea grabs Thriller and he picks him up in the air in a suplex position but Alexander runs into the ring and he hits O'Shea in the back with the chair. O'Shea drops Thriller and his back thrives in pain. O'Shea turns around to Alexander and Alexander cracks the chair over the skull of O'Shea.

Fat Tony: I’m glad we are on this boat and not there.

Alexander lifts Thriller up onto his feet dragging him out of the ring, and then onto his shoulder, he then runs and drives him face first into the wall of the room. Alexander picks up Thriller again and again drives him face first into the wall with him on shoulder. Thriller gets up, his forehead now bleeding rapidly. Alexander sees this and now rakes the forehead of Thriller along the wall, opening up the wound even more. He then backs away, before slamming Thriller's head into the wall. Thriller falls to the floor. Alexander grabs a steel chair and climbs to the apron, and then to the 2nd rope. He then dives off with a Mecha Toad Splash to Thriller, creating a loud crack of steel and bone. Thriller staggers up to his feet. Alexander whips him hard into the wall, Thriller bounces off and then Alexander clotheslines him down.

Fat Tony: This is starting off brutal for Thriller.

O'Shea is starting to get to his feet in the ring. Alexander brings Thriller back up to his feet and whips him into the wall again, and again clotheslines him down as he bounces off. Alexander picks Thriller up and goes for it a third time, but this time Thriller ducks the clothesline and then hits a Hangman's Neck breaker. Both men then stay down. O'Shea rolls out and grabs a kendo stick off of the wall. He smashes it across Alexander's back and then follows up on Thriller. Noticing a Table he sets it up. He then starts to walk around the ring towards a ladder. It is Alexander who recovers first however and he grabs Thriller as he is getting up and runs and slams him face first into the wall. He stops him from falling over and slams him into the wall next to the table set up by O'Shea. Thriller bounces off and sprawls onto the table. Alexander climbs on the table and motions for a Pile driver, but as he reaches down to pick up Thriller, Thriller hits him with a low blow. He then grabs Alexander and delivers a Jumping Pile driver through the table. Both men stay down for a few moments. Thriller then starts to throw away the metal and wood around him and gets to his feet.

Chris Styles: Alexander could have won this match but he wanted to punish his opponents.

O'Shea spots him and gives chase. He catches Thriller with a clothesline knocking the bloody Thriller down. O'Shea slings Thriller over his shoulder and walks towards the alcove. There is a step behind it. O'Shea stops when he gets to the top of the step and puts Thriller's head between his legs and lifts him high for a power bomb but Thriller some how manages to fight back and begins punching O'Shea in the head over and over. Thriller slides down off of O'Shea and kicks him in the back. O'Shea turns around and runs at Thriller and chases him to the back through the alcove. O'Shea throws the curtains back as he goes after Thriller, and Thriller slams a trash can over his head making him a little dizzy. Thriller runs and jumps off of a railing at O'Shea and both men slam through a door behind where O'Shea is standing. Thriller lands on top of O'Shea after slamming him through the door and they end up in some sort of storage room. Thriller continues his assault on O'Shea by lifting another garbage can above his head and slamming it down on top of him spilling it's contents all over the ground. Thriller jumps from side to side as he watches O'Shea crawl on his hands and knees. O'Shea grabs a beer bottle and slowly gets to his feet and turns quickly smashing the beer bottle on top of Thriller's head, but it isn't enough to send the guy down. The two lock up and O'Shea easily gets the upper hand. Thriller pushes a shopping trolley at O'Shea.

Chris Styles: These guys better get back to the scaffold quickly, Alexander seems to be rising.

Thriller picks up the shopping trolley and puts O'Shea in it and punches him in the face a few times. With a smile on his face Thriller pushes Chris towards a small set of stairs and pushes it as hard as he can over it throwing O'Shea from it and wrecking the shopping trolley. O'Shea slowly pulls himself under a covered table as Thriller continues to go after him. O'Shea comes out on the opposite side of the table and grabs a mop that's near by. Thriller sticks his head out from under the table and O'Shea breaks the wooden part of the mop in half over D's head. O'Shea slides over the top of the table as Thriller lays on the ground holding his head. O'Shea grabs a poster of Ryan Pugh in drag that has a glass frame, shakes his head and brings it back like a baseball bat as Thriller slowly stands up. Thriller turns around and O'Shea smashes the glass poster over D's head but he remains standing groggily and bloody but still standing. O'Shea notices on a nearby monitor that Alexander is crawling towards a ladder in the ring. He turns and starts to run back towards the ring area leaving Thriller where he's standing.

Fat Tony: Looks like O'Shea has noticed Alexander.

Chris Styles: He should be trying to escape and win this match.

O'Shea comes running into the room and slides into the ring. Alexander notices O’Shea and quickly grabs him and executes a back suplex. He eyes one of the chairs at ringside and rolls out to grab it. Alexander climbs up top from the apron with the chair in hand. As O'Shea stands up, Alexander leaps off the top rope with the chair but O'Shea drops down at the last moment and the chair doesn't connect. O'Shea stands up quickly but Alexander throws the chair at him. O'Shea catches it on instinct and Alexander dropkicks it into his face. O'Shea staggers back, stunned, but does not go down. Alexander takes him down with a swinging neck breaker and then grabs the ladder.

Fat Tony: It looks like Alexander's ready to make a run at sky light now.

Chris Styles: Alexander would make a cool PCW Insane Champion

Alexander climbs up the ladder as O'Shea struggles to stand up. Suddenly Alexander looks over his shoulder at O'Shea and then leaps back for an Asai moonsault. The crowd pops huge as the move connects but the cheers turn to boos as O'Shea manages to catch Alexander and then gives him a running power slam and drives him through the table on the outside of the ring.

Fat Tony: Holy shit!!! I can't believe it! Alexander’s attempt has seriously backfired!

Chris Styles : O'Shea is looking good here.

O'Shea rolls out of the ring and grabs 2 of the 6 foot ladders, sliding them into the ring. He then grabs another table and slides it in as well. He starts to climb in but then grabs yet another table and slides it in as well.

Fat Tony: What the hell is he up to?

Chris Styles: I don't know, but I have a feeling Alexander's going to be really hurting after this.

O'Shea rams Alexander's head into the turnbuckle, keeping him disoriented. He then sets up the 2 ladders and manoeuvres one of the tables onto them, forming a bridge. He grabs the second table and sets it up beneath the bridge. O'Shea grabs Alexander and uses a vertical suplex to put Alexander atop the table/ladder bridge. He then climbs up with him. He grabs Alexander and pulls him up into a standing head scissors. The crowd comes to their feet as O'Shea positions himself to power bomb Alexander through the lower table.

Fat Tony: This is going to kill Alexander!!!!

The crowd pops huge as O'Shea lifts Alexander up for the power bomb, the cheers grow even louder as Alexander suddenly shifts his weight in midair, turning the power bomb into a hurricanrana, sending O'Shea crashing through the table with a deafening crack of the wooden table. Alexander holds his arms as the crowds cheer. He rolls out of the ring and pulls off a barbed wire baseball bat off of the wall. Sliding back into the ring Alexander stands over O'Shea again and smiles sadistically, Alexander raises the bat and smacks O'Shea in the face a couple of times cutting O'Shea open under the nose and eye. O'Shea holds his face in pain as Alexander taunts him. Alexander lifts up O'Shea and pokes him in the stomach with the bat following up with a shot to the back. O'Shea gets himself back up with help of the ropes and ducks a top rope bat shot attempt from Alexander. Alexander crashes down beside O'Shea as he hits the mat hard after missing the shot. O'Shea lifts up Alexander and stands him up straight. O'Shea hammers him with an onslaught of punches and chops each one more painful then the last. Alexander get to his feet. O'Shea walks over to Alexander but gets a low blow from Alexander’s bat. O'Shea hits the mat hard holding himself as Alexander kicks him and taunts him.

Chris Styles: Man that's got to hurt....Barbwire Baseball bat low blow?

While Alexander is taunting O'Shea, Thriller runs into the room. He has some wire cutters in hand. He starts to climb the scaffold from the outside. Alexander spots him and goes to the outside as well.

Chris Styles: What's he up to?

Fat Tony: Duh, wire cutters, steel mesh wall of scaffolding to get to the sky light Duh?

Thriller gets to the top and sees Alexander climbing behind him. He quickly hurries over to the other side of the scaffold. Alexander climbs over and literally runs across the scaffold to Thriller and grabs him as he is trying to climb back down. Alexander tries to push Thriller off the edge of the scaffold. He hits him with a right hand, and Thriller flails backwards, holding on with only one hand, he swings back and gets hit with a second right hand, and flails about again. This time Thriller comes back and gets in a right hand to Alexander. He then decides to climb up to the top of the scaffold. Alexander quickly grabs Thriller and tosses him overhead with a Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex. Thriller lands hard on the floor of the scaffold, it sags beneath his weight as he bounces off it. Alexander pulls Thriller up and slams his head into the pyramid-like frame structure on the top of the scaffold. Alexander then turns Thriller around and delivers a Neck breaker on it. Alexander then stalks around Thriller, deciding what to do next. He rolls Thriller over and then pushes his foot into his head and rakes it across the scaffold. He then bends down and repeatedly bangs Thriller's head into scaffold. Alexander pulls Thriller up to his feet and lets him stagger around the floor for a second. He then lifts Thriller up in the air and lets him fall onto the scaffold from as high as he can get him. Seemingly trying to break the scaffold. He doesn't succeed this time. He is undeterred however and pulls Thriller up to his feet again and lifts him up in the air and again tries to break the scaffold using Thriller's body. The scaffold sags, but it doesn't give way. Alexander then walks over to the edge of the scaffold and looks over. He smiles and walks back towards Thriller, he picks him up and runs towards the edge, looking to throw him off, but right at the edge Thriller dives down onto his stomach and pushes Alexander who goes flying off the edge of the scaffold and crashes right across the mannequin.

Chris Styles: Shit!!!!

Fat Tony: Is he alive?

Thriller gets to his feet on the top of the scaffold and looks around. He is starring at the fallen Alexander, who doesn't appear to be moving.

Fat Tony: Is he alive?

Chris Styles: I think so.

Fat Tony: Where was I? Oh yes. HOLY SHIT!!!!

Chris Styles: Holy Shit is right, HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!!!

Fat Tony: HE SAT UP!! HE SAT UP!!!!

Chris Styles: What the hell? Alexander just sat up!!!

Thriller is watching over the edge of the scaffold and he jumps back about three feet and falls on his ass when he sees Alexander sit up. Thriller stands up and walks to the edge of the scaffold. Looking down at Alexander who has fallen backwards onto the wreck of the mannequin. He crosses himself and then launches himself off of the top of the scaffold with a diving splash upon Alexander.

Fat Tony : Alexander and Thriller have both got to be dead?

O'Shea looks up at the roof spying his skylight. He goes to get one of the ladders from earlier but it is mangled from action earlier in the match. He turns and just manages to pull his arms up as a bloody Thriller swings the ring bell at his head. Both men lie on the mat motionless as the clown re enters the room and stamps his feet and claps his hands, cheering all the while. O'Shea gets to his feet first and pulls Thriller up. He drops him again with a double under hook DDT and then looks at the clown, eliciting extremely loud cheers from him. O'Shea quickly steps out onto the apron and leaps up onto the top rope. O'Shea leaps and connects with a leg drop on Thriller.

Fat Tony: That was amazing. How can these guys still be walking?

Chris Styles: Chill out Fat Tony, and see if Alexander’s alive.

O'Shea stands up and sets a ladder up under the scaffold. He begins to climb it but halfway up he clutches at his ribs.

Chris Styles: Uh oh...it looks like Brendan may have injured his ribs on that last move.

Fat Tony: Good! Serves the SOB right for trying that move.

Thriller stands up, also clutching his ribs and his eyes widen upon spying O'Shea climbing up the ladder. He takes a step forward, but then drops to one knee as his ribs twinge. Up on the ladder, O'Shea stops momentarily as well. Thriller sees this and quickly strides over to O'Shea. He turns to face the clown and then reaches up and grabs O'Shea by the waist. He pulls O'Shea down into a sit down power bomb. O'Shea's head bounces off the mat as a result of the move and he appears out of it.

Chris Styles: Both are down again!!

Fat Tony: Yeah. Yeah!! But Alexander’s slowly rising!!!

Thriller starts to climb the ladder, but then looks down at O'Shea lying on the mat. He pulls O'Shea up onto his shoulders in a fireman's carry and then drives him into the canvas with a death valley driver.

Chris Styles: This is amazing.

Thriller grabs a chair, rams it into O'Shea's ribs, and then lays it on top of him. He then rolls out of the ring and grabs a 10 foot ladder and brings it into the ring. He sets the ladder up and then begins to climb it. Just as he reaches the top, Thriller looks down at O'Shea and gives the thumbs down to O‘Shea. Thriller leaps from the ladder and nails a diving head butt.

Chris Styles: He connects!! This is insane!!!

Alexander rolls in but is met by a shot with the ladder knocking him flying. O'Shea stands up, revealing another cut on his forehead. The camera pans down to reveals that Thriller is literally pouring blood then it shows a shot of Alexander who doesn't seem to know where he is. O'Shea begins climbing the ladder as quickly as he can, but must stop every couple of steps to wipe the blood from his eyes. The clown cheers as O'Shea nears the top. O'Shea steps on the third to last rung and begins reaching for latch on the sky light. Suddenly the clown begins booing as Thriller is seen climbing up on the opposite side. O'Shea reaches down and swats at Thriller, but Thriller catches his hand and shoves O'Shea backward. O'Shea grabs onto the ladder and maintains his vantage point. Thriller levels up with O'Shea and the two begin trading lefts and rights. Thriller is stunned by a stinging jab from O'Shea. O'Shea reaches back for a roundhouse but suddenly Thriller ducks under it, grabs O'Shea by the neck, and throws him off the ladder, with O'Shea's throat connecting with the top rope.

Chris Styles: This is damn brutal man!!!!!

Fat Tony: We don't agree on much.

Thriller climbs up one more rung and then reaches up to pull the latch. In an amazing feat of stamina and determination, O'Shea manages to crawl back over to the ladder and push it over, sending Thriller out of the ring and through a table at ringside. O'Shea, Alexander and Thriller are out of it but struggling to come around. Alexander drags himself back into the ring under the bottom rope. Across the ring, O'Shea begins setting up one of the ladders and Alexander does the same after a few moments. Thriller seems to be just sat their starring into space. They begin to climb up and once again meet each other, this time on the separate ladders. O'Shea gains the advantage and places Alexander in a front face lock. O'Shea then signals for a Upside Down Face lock DDT , but suddenly Alexander shifts his weight and throws O'Shea off of him. O'Shea right leg ends up tangled in the ropes and he struggles to get loose as Alexander sneers down at him, looks up at the sky light and exits it to win the match.

Fat Tony: Alexander Koresh is the winner, he is the number one contender for the PCW Insane Championship.

Chris Styles: How are we going to follow this? And would you want to be XXX or Jesse Styles?

[Ryan Pugh]

Fat Tony: Did you just hear what I heard in my headset?

Chris Styles: The only thing that they ever tell me is when my sammich is ready

Fat Tony: Well apparently Pugh has finalized a deal that has brought the Pie Man himself to PCW

Chris Styles: Wait what?

Fat Tony: From what I am being told Twice Nightly will be at the Insanity Super Show next week and he will be in action!!!

Chris Styles: That is huge news for PCW and I can not wait for the sexiness of the Pie Man to be unleashed upon PCW!

Fat Tony: And it looks like we are ready for our big tag match with the Misfits and Abraham and Inkt

[Ryan Pugh]

Taylor Davis: The following is a tag team OVERBOARD match and will only end once both members of one team have been thrown overboard and into the water below. Introducing first, representing The Misfits of Wrestling, Tommy Kain and Chip Shiller!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Stand up and shout" is rocking the cruise ship as Chip and TK make their way up the stair case and out in front of the ruckus crowd that surrounds the ring on the top deck. Chip is wearing a pair of state of the art floaties on his arms and a inflatable duck around his waist as TK almost drags him towards the ring. Once at ring side we see Al Envy who is in the front row stand up and say something to the team of the Misfits and then tosses a pair of panties at Tommy Kain.

Chris Styles: I think Al Envy just gave Tommy Kain, Ophelia Pain's panties

Fat Tony: I wonder if they are clean or used?

Chris Styles: You know I would like to call you a sick fucker right now, but I was just thinking the same thing.

Tommy is jawing with Envy who has a giant smirk on his face in the front row as Chip is now holding onto the ring post for dear life.

Taylor Davis: And their opponents, they represent the cRu, Double A Aaron Abraham and "The Man Of War" INKT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Almost Famous" echoes all over the cruise ship as the first time teaming of Abraham and Inkt come out looking confident as they could be and the fans are giving it to them as they walk down the aisle way to the ring. Chip and Tommy are now in the ring as Inkt and Abraham make their way around to Envy and exchange fist bumps with the show stealer before sliding into the ring.

Fat Tony: This one should be very interesting to say the least, in case you folks at home don't know why Chip Shiller is wearing this unique ring attire, he can not swim and is extremely afraid of the water.

Chris Styles: And that right there is why I have to go with the team of Inkt and Abraham in this one. The fact that Shiller is already at a disadvantage and the match has not even started is a big thing for he and TK to overcome.

Fat Tony: Yeah but I wouldn't count the Misfits out just yet Chris, they have made a career out of surprising the so called critics and tonight may just be yet another example of that.

Chris Styles: Well there is only one way to find out

[DING DING]

Inkt and Abraham go straight for Tommy Kain as Chip is still gripping the ring post. Kain finds himself on the wrong end of a double team from the get go and cant get out of the corner as he gets punch after punch to the face from both Abraham and Inkt. Inkt sends Kain across the ring and into the opposite corner and follows him in with a huge splash. Inkt now drops to his hands and knees and Abraham rushes in and leaps off the back of Inkt and hits a huge clothesline to Kain in the corner. Kain stumbles out of the corner as inkt wraps both hands around his throat and lifts him up for a huge ring shaking choke bomb as Abraham climbs up to the top rope and looks out over the crowd with a smile. Abraham leaps off and hits a huge ghetto stomp right into the chest of Kain!

Fat Tony: Chip Shiller better get into this match fast or it doesn't look to good for the Misfits of Wrestling.

Chris Styles: Not going to happen, I tried to tell you brother but you didn't want to listen

As Inkt sits up in the corner and signals for Kain to get to his feet, the crowd begins to chant for Chip Shiller and you can see the look on his face change and he begins to let go of the ring post. Kain gets to his feet and Inkt charges for a Dirty Needle but out of nowhere Chip saves the day with a huge super kick right to the mouth of Inkt that drops him right in his tracks! Chip looks a little shocked himself as he stands in the middle of the ring and Abraham charges him but Chip hits a deep arm drag takeover. Abraham is back up and Chip gets another deep arm drag. Abraham is back up and this time Chip gets a drop toe hold and then bounces off the ropes and nails a drop kick to the face of Abraham who was already face down on the mat!

Fat Tony: It looks like this crowd has gotten Chip Shiller back in this one and he looks on fire right now.

Chris Styles: Enjoy it while it lasts fatty, this match is one dirty needle away from being over and you know it.

Inkt has rolled out to the floor but this doesn't stop Shiller as he goes off the ropes and launches himself over the top, twisting in mid air as he hits a corkscrew plancha on Inkt that takes them both out! Abraham is back up and holding his face as he turns right into a stiff clothesline from Kain! Kain adds a second clothesline and then a picture perfect drop kick to the chest of Double A. Kain is playing to the crowd now as they are eating it up and Abraham barely gets to his feet before Kain is able to hit his K.W.I. and places the foot perfectly to the back of Abraham's head!

Fat Tony: If this was a normal match you have to believe that would have ended it right there Chris

Chris Styles: No I don't, and this is not a normal match so its irrelevant

Abraham rolls out of the ring on instinct about the same time that Inkt throws Chip hard into the ring steps. Shiller however is able to counter and run up the steps and leap off with a clothesline on Abraham! Shiller is celebrating and doesn't see the fact that Inkt is coming around the side of the ring and, DIRTY NEEDLE!!!!! The back of Shiller folds up and he falls to the deck in a heap! Inkt gets up with a smirk on his face and doesn't see Kain go off the ropes and leap through the middle rope and hit a suicide dive on The Man O War!

Fat Tony: The action is all over the place Chris, I can barely keep up with it all!

Chris Styles: I have a feeling this one is far from over my fat friend

Kain picks Inkt up only to be pushed back and Inkt lands a huge right hand to the face of Kain that takes him down and leaves Inkt holding his hand in pain. Inkt turns, still holding his hand, and eats two knees to the face from Shiller as he hits a double knee buster to Inkt. Chipster hits a epic fist pump and never sees the spinning back fist of Double A coming as it connects with the jaw of Chip and about knocks him out. Abraham gets a look of disgust on his face as he grabs the head of Shiller and slams it not once, not twice but three times into the ring steps before then dropping him throat first on the guard rail. Kain takes a swing at Abraham but Double A ducks out of the way and is able to get the arm of Kain and turn it into a jumping arm breaker!

Fat Tony: It took awhile but it looks like Aaron is finally working that arm, that is his specialty

Chris Styles: And that means so many bad things for the Misfits

Abraham grabs Kain by the back of the hair and drags him over the guard rail and begins to go through the crowd but Kain is able to hit a few back elbows and get free of Abraham's clutches. Kain and Abraham begin to exchange right hands right in the middle of the crowd and it looks like a stale mate until Chip Shiller leaps up on the guard rail and then jumps off with a flipping senton splash that takes down not only Kain and Abraham but quite a few fans as well. Inkt is back up on his feet at ring side and has a look of fire in his eyes as he grabs a chair from ringside and proceeds to climb into the crowd with the rest of them. Kain is up and Inkt just bends the chair around his head with a thud. Shiller gets to his feet but he fairs the same result as Inkt takes the mangled chair and smashes it across the face of Chip! Inkt now grabs Kain by the head and is dragging him through the crowd towards the edge of the ship.

Fat Tony: Are we about to see our first elimination?

Chris Styles: I am not sure if Kain or Shiller can do anything if Inkt really wants to throw one of them over the top here.

Inkt lifts Kain high above his head in a press slam and now faces the edge of the ship but Kain is able to hit a few well placed right hands to get out of the grips of Inkt. Kain sees Abraham coming at him and is able to duck and Double A collides with Inkt as Kain gets out of the way and Inkt begins to wave his arms and try to keep his balance so not to go over the edge. Abraham turns and Kain goes down to the deck out of nowhere only to reveal Shiller running full force and running up the back of Kain, but Abraham dives out of the way and Chip collides full force with Inkt and both men go tumbling over the edge and into the water!

Fat Tony: CHIP SHILLER AND INKT HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!!! DO YOU SEE THAT?!

Chris Styles: Yeah and Shiller cant swim, someone might want to get down there and help them out before those sharks come back.

Tommy Kain immediately looks over the edge to see if his best friend is ok, Abraham takes advantage and grabs Kain by the back of the trucks and attempts to toss him overboard but Kain fights it. TK lands a elbow to the jaw of Abraham that backs him off and allows Kain to get back on level footing. SUPER KICK!!!!!! Aaron Abraham explodes with a super kick that forces Tommy Kain up and over the edge of the ship! Abraham throws his hands up as he begins to celebrate his win.

Fat Tony: Oh the Misfits were so close Chris

Chris Styles: Yeah but like I said, they were handicapped from the start Tony

Fat Tony: WAIT A DAMN MINUTE! IS THAT TOMMY KAIN!!!!!

Kain is able to get back up over the rail and back on the deck as the crowd explodes!

Chris Styles: BULLSHIT! THIS MATCH IS OVER!

Fat Tony: TK NEVER HIT THE WATER, THIS SHIT IS STILL ON BITCH!

Chris Styles: Did he just take someones beer?

TK grabs a fans beer and takes a big chug of it before handing it back to him. Abraham turns around as all the fans are pointing behind him. Kain spits the beer into the eyes of Abraham!

Fat Tony: TK HITS THE MIST INTO THE EYES OF ABRAHAM!

Abraham tries to get the beer out of his eyes but Kain kicks him in the gut and then slams him head first into the side of the boat with a thud. Abraham is groggy as Kain picks him up and hot shots him right ont he rail of the ship!

Chris Styles: NO

Fat Tony: THE TOMMY GUNN!!!!!!!!!

TK grabs Abraham by the back of the trunks and forces him over the edge of the ship and down into the water below!

[DING DING]

Taylor Davis: YOUR WINNERS, CHIP SHILLER AND TOMMY KAIN, THE MISFITS OF WRESTLING!!!!!!!!!

Chris Styles: This is not happening

Fat Tony: The did it, they pulled it out Chris, what an unbelievable win for Chip and TK

Chris Styles: Such fucking bullshit

Fat Tony: And I am begging someone to get them out of that water, we don't need anymore people to die here tonight

Chris Styles: Yeah, I think we already meet our quota on that front for one night

Tommy Kain is now pleading with some staff members to get his best friend out of the water and as they get down to the lower decks to get them back int he boat, TK throws a life preserver down to Chip who is thanking god for his floaties right about now.

[Ryan Pugh]

The lights in the arena drop, and he's led to the ring with a white spotlight. One the way up the ramp he talks crap to the fans, before entering the ring and being showered with an overhead cavalcade of fireworks as he climbs to the top turnbuckle.

"X gon' give it to 'ya"

"He gon' give it to 'ya"

Chris: "And here comes the man that will be fighting my brother. He is the current tag and Insane Rulez champ...Xavier...Xannon...Xanders! Get 'em Jesse!"

And Jesse does get him, before Jesse's music can play, Jesse rushes the ring to meet XXX in the ring. Jesse gets in X's face and begins trash talking him, prompting X to slap Jesse across the face, near slapping some hair onto his scalp! Jesse looks up at XXX and slaps him just as hard! X returns the favor until both men get into a slapping duel until Jesse cocks his body back and nails X with a Hype Kick!

Fat Tony: "Already?"

Chris: "OH SHIT. YES."

Fat Tony: "Did you just cum yourself?"

Chris: "That's not the point! This could be over!"

Jesse goes for the cover on X, but only gets a two count as X rolls out of the ring, X is able to find a table and Jesse lets him! X sets up the table as Jesse went outside the ring to get the title belt. Jesse swings the belt at X as he steps in the ring, but X is able to duck and drops Jesse with a low blow! X brings Jesse to the turnbuckle where he sets Jesse up, but Jesse is able to kick X in the face and jumps onto X.

This doesn't work, as X moves out of the way, dodging Jesse and sending him through the table! X gets Jesse up and goes for "The Retractor" but out of nowhere, Jesse hits the "Styles Cutter!" X flails after he's hit by this and Jesse chases X's corpse like body out of the ring and goes for the pin...

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Taylor Davis: Your winner and new PCW INSANE RULEZ CHAMPION, JESSE STYLES!!!!!

Chris: "YES! NEW CHAMP! NEW CHAMP!"

[Ryan Pugh]

Taylor Davis: The following is set for one fall is for the PCW World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, from Upstate New York, weighing in at 259 pounds, "Mr. Homicide" REDRUM!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Thunderkiss 65" blares through the arena as Redrum comes out to a huge pop from the crowd. Rummy makes his way to the ring slapping hands with all the fans as he goes down the aisle t the ring.

Taylor Davis: And his opponent, he is from New Orleans, Louisiana and is one half of the PCW Tag Team Champions. He weighed in tonight at 245 pounds, "The Don of Disrespect" LA JOHNNY STYLEZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The familiar sounds of "Cold" echo throughout the ship as the fans instantly boo at the mere sound of his music. The appearance of Stylez actually invokes the fans to begin throwing stuff at the former World champ and this just makes him laugh more as he makes his way to the ring.

Fat Tony: So I am going to go out on a limb here and say you are picking Johnny to win this one

Chris Styles: How did you know?

Fat Tony: Call it a hunch, but I am here to tell you Chris, I have called many matches that featured Redrum and this guy is no punch line. If Johnny is to become the PCW World Champ tonight, he is going to have to earn it in a big way.

Chris Styles: Yeah all I just heard was, blah blah blah

Fat Tony: You will see, prepare to be proven wrong

Chris Styles: Whatever, now the fans need to be made aware that since this is a PCW World title match, it is contested under the true PCW rules of pretty much no rules. right?

Fat Tony: Pretty much yeah, there will be no count outs, there will be no DQS and weapons are not only legal, but very much so encouraged in this one. Which is another reason why I think Redrum has a much better chance then you are giving him because this is his element and Johnny will find that out real quick.

[DING DING]

Redrum and Johnny lock up in the center of the ring only to have neither man get an advantage. They lock up a second time and Redrum is able to turn it into a top wrist lock, but Stylez twists his way out of that and into a arm wringer of his own. Redrum is able to back Stylez into the ropes and then send him off into the opposite ropes. Rummy hits the deck and Johnny jumps over him, Stylez hits the ropes again and this time goes to leap frog Rummy, only to get caught int he air and driven down with a huge slam. Rummy goes off the ropes but misses a leg drop as Stylez rolls out of the way. Both men to their feet and Stylez takes him down with a shoulder block. Rummy is back up and Stylez hits the ropes for another shoulder block but this time Redrum snaps off a arm drag. Stylez is back up and turns right into a snap power slam from Redrum. Johnny back to his feet again and is able to duck under a Rummy clothesline and is able to hit a kick to the gut and then a huge spike DDT!

Chris Styles: Back and forth and back and forth again, who is going to make the first big mistake?

Stylez gets Rummy to his feet but is surprised with a shot right to the gut. Stylez looks for a clothesline but can not connect and allows Rummy to grab Stylez by the back of the head as he looks for a reverse DDT but on the way down he turns it into a back breaker as Stylez yells out in pain. Redrum looks to capitalize as he sends Stylez into the corner and follows him in with a huge shoulder right to the midsection of Stylez. Rummy hits a second and then a third shoulder right into the gut of Stylez before lifting him up and sitting him on the top rope. Rummy climbs but is pushed off by Stylez. Redrum climbs again and again is pushed off by Stylez who is still sitting on the top rope. This time Rummy charges and is able to leap and hit a huge kick right to the back of the head of Stylez that knocks him for a loop and sends him crashing down to the mat face first.

Fat Tony: What a kick from the former PCW World Champ right there and Stylez is feeling it now.

Chris Styles: Lucky shot Tony, Johnny is just playing with him

Redrum forces Stylez to his feet as he hooks the head and snaps off a T-Bone suplex. Stylez is able to pop back up to his feet but he is not sure where he is and this leads to a huge release german suplex from Rummy to Stylez. Again Redrum measures Stylez as he uses the aid of the ropes to try and get to his feet and as he does, Rummy locks onto him and executes a picture perfect northern lights suplex and is able to keep the bridge as we have our first pin attempt of the match.

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Rummy smacks his hands together before he helps Stylez to his feet and it looks like he is looking for another german suplex, however this time Stylez is able to fight it off and get his leg up as he hits a low blow to Redrum that breaks the hold. Stylez tries to gather himself on the ropes but Redrum gives him no space as he rushes but Stylez is able to get a back body drop that sends Redrum over the top rope and crashing down to the deck with a thud. Stylez moves out to the apron as Redrum tries to get to his feet. Johnny leaps off the apron and hits a double axe handle down onto the back of Redrum that takes him back down. Stylez seizes control as he forces Rummy back up to his feet and then sends him crashing into the ring steps with a huge thud and the steps are forced off of the ring and are now loose.

Fat Tony: Stylez seems to have his sea legs under him now Chris

Chris Styles: And that means a long night for your boy Redrum

Stylez has a smirk on his face as he begins to dig under the ring and tosses a few chairs into the ring and then slides a table in as well. He then pulls out a trash can and walks towards Redrum who is finally getting to his feet and Stylez wraps the trash can around the skull of Redrum and then a second shot to the back of Rummy to make sure he goes down. Stylez lifts the now mangled can in the air to show all the crowd as they boo him intensely before Stylez throws the can down to the floor and forces Rummy back into the ring. Stylez is now back in the ring and has a chair in his hand as he motions for Redrum to get to his feet. Rummy is up and Stylez swings for the fences but he misses and Rummy is able to kick Stylez in the gut and force him to drop the chair before hitting a spike DDT onto Stylez.

Fat Tony: I have a feeling this match is about to get ugly and I mean fast

Chris Styles: Did you really expect it to be a technical shoot out?

Rummy now has the chair in his hands and as Stylez gets up to a knee, WHAM! Rummy nails him right in the skull with the chair. Redrum unleashes a second and now a third shot to the head of Stylez with the chair and Johnny seems to be out of it as he just leans back and is wide open. Rummy circles around and gets a head of steam running towards Stylez and uses the chair as he hits a hesitation drop kick right to the face of Stylez!

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Fat Tony: Honestly I am not sure how Stylez get the shoulder up that time

Chris Styles: Because he is a champion and that is what champions do Tony, but you wouldn't know anything about that would you?

Redrum now quickly goes to work sitting up the table as he grabs the almost lifeless body of Stylez and rolls it onto the table. Redrum now begins to climb to the top rope before leaping off with a moonsault but unfortunately for him, Stylez is able to roll out of the way and Rummy goes crashing through the table and down to the mat. Stylez is back on his feet and forces Rummy to his as he goes for a suplex but turns it into a form of stunner, hitting the curtain jerker!!!

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Stylez adds a kick right to the back of the head of Rummy before returning to the outside and once again digging under the ring. Johnny emerges with a steel chair wrapped in barbed wire and holds it up as the fans actually cheer at the sight of what is sure to be destruction. But before Stylez can return to the ring with the weapon, Redrum comes flying over the top rope and nails him with a huge cross body that takes them both down! Both men begin to get up at the same time and now they are fighting over the chair and Stylez is able to kick Rummy in the gut to wrestle the chair away from him. Stylez swings but Rummy ducks under it. PELE KICK!!!!!!!!! The chair wrapped in barbed wire goes right into the face of Stylez after Rummy hits the pele.

Fat Tony: Look what that barbed wire did to the face of Stylez, you can see the blood already coming from his forehead.

Chris Styles: The sight of his own blood does weird things to a man Tony

Rummy takes the chair from the ground and throws it into the ring before turning his attention back to Stylez. Redrum goes for a clothesline but Stylez ducks and Redrum collides with the ring post. Rummy turns around and Stylez nails a super kick right to the jaw of Redrum. Stylez rolls Redrum back into the ring before rolling in himself. Stylez sits Redrum up in the corner with the tree of woe and leaves Rummy helpless as he backs off. Stylez goes to charge Redrum but stops and looks down before grabbing the chair wrapped in barbed wire. Stylez gets a sick look on his face as he now charges Redrum and hits a hesitation drop kick in the corner on Redrum while driving the barbed wire wrapped chair into the face of the former PCW Champ!

Fat Tony: THE COMEDOWN AND WITH A BARBED WIRE CHAIR!!! OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!!

Chris Styles: This one is over, go ahead and count to a hundred, no way Rummy gets out of this one.

Stylez drags the body of Rummy out of the corner before going for the pin

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Just as the refs hand was coming down for the three, Ryan Pugh came out of nowhere and grabbed the foot of Stylez and pulled him out of the ring to break the count!

Chris Styles: WHAT IS THAT FAT FUCK DOING OUT HERE? THIS MATCH SHOULD BE OVER RIGHT NOW!

Pugh shoves Stylez and you can hear him as he says "Not this time Johnny!" Johnny takes a swing at Pugh but misses and Pugh decks Stylez with a huge clothesline. Pugh is now screaming at Redrum to get up as He throws Stylez back in the ring. Redrum is on the apron as Stylez gets back to his feet and Rummy springboards back into the ring with a front flip double drop kick he calls the Cyco Kick! Pugh is now sitting up a second table outside of the ring as he motions for Rummy to finish him but now Al Envy comes over the guard rail and goes right after Pugh as the two begin to brawl and they are forced into the crowd. Redrum gets a sick look of his own as he forces Stylez back to his feet and sends him into the corner. Rummy follows in with a running high knee before now sitting Stylez up on the top rope. Rummy goes out to the apron and starts to climb up himself and now both men are on the top rope. Rummy hooks the head of Stylez as he tries to steady himself on the top rope. Rummy now grabs and hooks the leg of Stylez before leaping off the top rope and to the outside with Stylez hooked in some kind of fisherman suplex type move. Rummy now drives Stylez through the table Pugh had sit up outside.

Fat Tony: HOMICIDE HEAVE!!!!! HOMICIDE HEAVE!!!!!!! HOMICIDE HEAVE!!!!!!

HOLY SHIT!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!

Chris Styles: HAVE I TOLD YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE PCW?! THIS IS FUCKING INSANE!!!!

Fat Tony: NO THIS IS PCW MY COKED UP FRIEND, GET USED TO IT BABY!!!!

The now broken bodies of Redrum and Johnny Stylez are in the midst of the wreckage that used to be a table outside the ring. We see Al Envy come crashing over the rail and back out to ringside as Pugh now steps over the rail right behind him. Pugh has Envy up for a Pugh Bomb and is looking to put him through the announce table but Envy fits out the back of it and is able to hit Pugh with a kick right to the face that sends the big man back into the announce table and falling over it and clearing out both Tony and Chris Styles in the process. Redrum has somehow crawled his way back into the ring and amazingly he has a bag in his hand. Redrum gets to his feet as he opens the bag and proceeds to pour at least a thousand thumb tacks all over the mat as the fans go crazy!

Envy is up on the apron but Redrum catches him and hits him with a stiff right hand that sends him back down to the floor. Pugh is now back on his feet and he takes Envy and sends him crashing over the guard rail and back into the crowd. Stylez is now sliding in the ring and he has the barbed wire wrapped brass knucks on his hand and is measuring Rummy as he turns around. Pugh sees this and now slides in the ring and just in time, pushes Rummy out of the way and Stylez hits nothing but air with the punch. Pugh kicks Stylez right in the gut and takes the knucks right off his hand as he yells for Rummy to finish him.

Redrum has Stylez sit up for a second Homicide Heave as the fans are going crazy. WHAM!!!!!Pugh had the barbed wire brass knucks on his hand and just slammed them into the face of Redrum!!!!!! Stylez stands up with a sick smile on his face as Pugh points to the thumb tacks and nods to Stylez. Johnny grabs Redrum in what is to be an unprettier but he spins it and hits the Insult to Injury right into the thumb tacks as Redrum goes face first into all those tacks!

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[DING DING]

Taylor Davis: Your winner and NEW PCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, LA JOHNNY STYLEZ!!!!!!!!!

Chris and Tony have finally managed to get their headsets back on at this point as Pugh and Stylez celebrate in the middle of the ring with the world title.

Fat Tony: THIS FUCKING STINKS, THIS IS RIDICULOUS! REDRUM WAS COMPLETELY CHEATED!

Chris Styles: CRU BABY! WE RULE THIS BITCH AND YOU KNOW IT!!!

Al Envy has now climbed back over the rail and is laughing at what they have all just pulled off as the trash begins to come flying in the ring. Out of the back comes Chip Shiller, Tommy Kain and Ophelia Pain into the ring. Pugh has the barbed wire brass knucks still and Johnny now picks up the barbed wire steel chair and as Kain and Shiller comes into the ring, Shiller gets blasted right in the face by Pugh with the knucks and Kain takes a baseball swing shot from Stylez with the chair. Envy is in the ring and he and Pain go at it, Pain is able to get a little bit of an advantage but the numbers game comes into play as Pugh and Stylez make sure Pain gets taken out as Envy hits the GBE on Pain!

Fat Tony: I WANT THE WHOLE DAMN LOCKER ROOM OUT TO KICK THEIR ASS RIGHT NOW!!!!

Out of the back comes Alexander Koresh, Aurora Deadwood, Apathy, LA Kief and Jesse Styles. All out war ensues and Inkt and Aaron Abraham come from the back to try and even it up for the cRu. Koresh hits a massive big boot that takes Pugh down and Deadwood and Apathy now double team Stylez in the corner. Kief and Inkt are locked in all out war as they spill out to the floor leaving Jesse and Koresh to take on Envy and Abraham.

HYPE KICK!!!!!!!!

Jesse Styles turns out of nowhere and nails Alexander Koresh right in the face with a Hype Kick that is then followed by a three on one with Abraham, Envy and Styles beating Koresh down. Pugh is back up and comes to the aid of Johnny Stylez in the form of a pump kick right to the face of Roe that knocks here out of the ring. Stylez hits the Insult to Injury on Apathy and LA Kief takes a Dull Needle that sends him through the guard rail! Pugh picks up the body of Koresh and hoists him up for a Pugh Bomb right into the tacks and beside the bloody lifeless body of Redrum.

Ryan Pugh, Johnny Stylez, Inkt, Aaron Abraham, Jesse Styles and Al Envy all stand shoulder to shoulder in the ring as the fans are screaming for their heads. The last thing we see before cRuise Control goes off the air is Johnny Stylez spray paining cRu on the back of Alexander Koresh while Pugh does the same to Redrum as the fans continue to shower the ring with trash.