Tokyo Terror Results

[Ryan Pugh]

Chris Styles: Welcome everyone to Tokyo Terror and boy do we have a show for you tonight. Every title will be defended tonight on what is sure to be one of the biggest nights in PCW history!

Fat Tony: Yes we have a huge night ahead of us but everyone is talking about what happened on PCW.net just yesterday. A picture showed up on the site only to get taken down and no one seems to know anything about it but it seems to tell me that someone is showing up here tonight and it is going to be big!

Just then the lights go out and a image comes over the titontron.



Chris Styles: OK who the hell is this? I think its Triple X

Fat Tony: No way

Chris Styles: Oh yeah, and I am not the only one who is thinking that. I am right on this one Tony.

Fat Tony: Well I guess we will find out tonight but lets get this night going with the Insane Rulez title match......

[Ryan Pugh]

Chris - Ladies and gentlemen of PCW, the time has come for one and all to see, once and for all the true meaning of insanity. Tonight, here in Tokyo, we bring to you your champion JESSE STYLES. He'll be defending himself and his title against none other then Mr. Homicide himself, REDRUM! For those of you in the front row, we ask that you sign the waiver below your seats. There will be blood, there will be gore, and you'll see first hand that none of this has been staged. These two men will battle it out for supremacy over the title of Insane Rules Champion. It's a well known fact that Mr. Ryan Pugh holds this title in high regard. Very high regard, so when booking this match, he has taken the liberty of allowing each and every one of you into his twisted world. Watch closely as these two men put it all on the line for nothing more then a gold and leather belt. But what's more, watch as they battle it out for pride.

Tony- ....w...what the fuck was that?

Chris- What was what, you tubby bitch?

Tony- That intro? Where the hell did that come from?

Chris- What the fuck are you talking about? What intro?

Tony- Did you black out again?

Chris- I might have?

Tony shakes his head and looks to the cheetah with bewilderment.

Tony- Seriously, man, that was an awesome intro. You need to black out more often when it comes to this shit.

Chris- Fuck you man, i just wanna see blood. I don't know what the fuck you talkin 'bout, but the cheetah knows that he's ready to see sum axxxion!!

Tony- Ahh, there he is ladies and gentlemen. The cheetah has returned. Im as dumbfounded as you are by his articulation, but no matter, let's kick this off right, shall we?

Chris- You said it my fine bitch tittied cohort. Let's get this party started.

**Just then the scene on the tron fades to a flurry of static, followed by the banging of metal. As the image fades in, we find Redrum within his locker room. Jesse, a handful of rummy's matted hair, and lunging his head into a locker.**

Chris- DAYUM! Mah bro's givin him the bidness!

Tony- I don't know if its legal, but we should probably get a ref on site. This could get ugly really quickly.

**The crowd's attention is focused on the various screens around them, as they cheer loudly. This type of match was something they were accustomed to and, frankly, thrived on when it came to the wrestling world. Jesse winds up once more, and lunges the head of a now laughing Redrum into the locker once more. The metal finally gives way to a large bloodied dent.**

Tony- Well, i'll tell you one thing, neither of these men are afraid to get bloody, that's for damned sure. I just wish they'd bring it to the ring.

Chris- Pay attention to the screen fat ass. Ask and you shall receive. Looks like Jesse's just gonna drag that sack of shit down by the hair cRu style.

Tony- Had to get your cRu Plug, didn't you.

Chris- You know it BOOOOOOOOO!

**With neither contestant's entrance taking place, we find Jesse parading Rummy down the ramp. The look of content resides on Mr. 187's face as he doesn't bother to struggle one bit. **

Tony- You know its funny, rummy's always struck me as the psychological psychopath type, and this, ladies and gentlemen is essentially proving my point. He's putting up no resistance at all.

**Just then, as the two men near the ring, Rummy swiftly jerks his head to the side, freeing himself from the grasp of jesse. Jesse stands there a bit confused as he pulls up a fist of matted bloodied hair. Rummy steps back and serves up a nice forearm smash to the side of jesse's head. Jesse staggers back, a bit, only to be caught once more with another forearm smash to the side of the head**

Tony- Some one was pacing himself. You gotta think, jesse's pretty damed winded after parading around his little toy.

Chris- Fuck that shit, dude. Jesse knows what he's doing.

Tony- Yeah, gettin his ass beat.

**Rummy smiles and takes a firm grasp of Jesse's sleeveless cru shirt, and pulls jesse into a blazing headbutt. Busting jesse up real nice like. Jesse falls to the ground, holding his brow. Blood streaming from his now open wound.**

Tony- I guess that's rummy's way of showing jesse that he's not to be fucked with back stage. A move like that would disqualify any man, but not in an insane rules match. Shit, anything goes, tokyo! ANYTHING GOES!

**Rummy smacks jess on the back of the head with force, causing blood to spray to the ground. Jesse, a bit lethargic, attempts to stand, only to be met with a knee strike to the gut from rummy. this match might as well be over before it even began. Rummy's got the upper hand and is just toying with the champion now. However, given the rules, rum takes it upon himself to liven up the crowd. He leaves the battered jesse to recoup a bit, while he goes in search of a weapon, or something of equal value. Lifting the apron, he comes across some of the props that are to be used for the main event. A little strand of barbed wire is thrown out behind him, a bat, metal of course. Some, of this a little of that. With each weapon, the crowd cheers louder and louder. Jesse, having regained a bit of stamina, does the same, he makes his way under the apron as well, and throws out some two by fours, slides a table out, a ladder, some light tubes, and various other artifacts of damage. If there's one thing PCW's known for, its the never ending supply of materials under the ring. Its a lot like that of a teenager's bed. Who knows what you'll find.**

Tony- Well, looks like the two of em have massed quite the arsenal here, i think this match is finally going to live up to the hype that's been put behind it. You know, chris, its funny... A lot of people just assumed that given the opponent your brother has, he was just gonna turn over the belt.

Chris- Fuck you fatty, he's a styles. We don't turn over shit... not without a fight.

Tony- Well I hope he knows how to use that shit he's pulling out, cause if not, its just more pain for rummy to use against him. This, all things considered, is his match to win. Jesse, it would seem, is a little out of his element?

Chris- No. Your face is out of it's element.

Tony- Good one, asshat.

Chris- Your mom's a good one.

Tony- You'd know.

Chris- Nah, i tried to get some from her the other night, but she wasn't havin it... And i figured, with an ugly ass son like you, she must be easy.

Tony- Say one more word about my mom, i dare you, crack head.

Chris- Oh, i hit a soft spot, did i?

Tony- No one talks about my mama.

Chris- Just like no one puts baby in the corner? Shut the fuck up you sensitive bitch and watch the match.

Tony- Thin ice, mother fucker, thin ice.

Chris- Shut the fuck up!

**As the two announcers bicker, we find the combatants with a weapon of choice in the ring. Jesse had slid a table into the ring, and wielded a two by four. Rummy, on the other hand, took the high road, his weapon of choice, was that of and improvised and yet highly creative assortment. In his hand, the metal bat wrapped in barbed wire, in his corner, was a trash can filled with the rest of his weapons. Ranging from... fuck it, you could imagine. Im not gonna list em all. Blood dripped down jesse's brow, and into his eyes from time to time, impairing his vision slightly, rummy's hair had managed to keep the majority of blood from his forehead out of his face. It was a sight to behold, however, the two men were ready for battle. Rummy, knowing the game a little bit better then jesse called him out and beckoned with his free hand.**

Chris- Oh, get that shit jess, get that shit! He's calling you out, son.

Tony- You're white.

Chris- My nose is, anyways.

**Jesse having become enraged, wasted no time. His arrogance getting the best of him as usual, dropped the two by four to the ground samurai style, and engaged with speed against the waiting rum. Rummy, a bit surprised by the bull rush grinned to himself as he wound the bat back and readied himself for a home rum swing. As Jesse neared the awaiting rummy, he dropped to his knees and arches his body back, sliding underneath the swing of Redrum. The force rummy put behind the swing sent him off balance, and jesse was quick to his feet once more. The two by four cocked back, and comes swinging down on the shoulder of rummy. The narrow end of the wood strikes with force, but only splinters a little leaving rummy's arm some what incapacitated. Rummy drops to his knees and holds his shoulder in pain. Jesse capitalizing once more, takes his own version of a home run swing. The broad side of the board connects with a shattering thud against the side of rum's head, which sends him to the mat motionless.**

Chris- Awwww, shit, where's your boy now tony? He's on the fuckin mat twitchin like a retard. That's how we do. THAT'S HOW WE DO! REPRESENT THAT SHIT JESS!

**Jesse nods to his special brother at the announce table, and moves back to his corner. He staggers a bit as he wipes the blood from his eyes. Placing a pair of hands on the table, he props it up in the corner. No sense in unfolding it, right? Anyways, moving back over to the still limp rummy, Jesse smacks him in the back of the head, returning the insult. Pulling rummy up by his bloodied head, he whips the man with force into the table. Rummy hits the table, but doesn't break it. Bouncing back, Jesse grows frustrated and sends himself lunging into the back of redrum. Rummy and jesse both go through the table, as the fans go ape shit. The table splinters, and shards of the ply wood are now lodged into the biceps, chests, and any other place they could infiltrate on the men. Both lay there in a pile of broken wood and blood. However, jesse is the first to show signs of life, as he rolls off the mess, and into the middle of the ring. Not yet getting up, he lies there, looking into the blurred lights.**

Chris- HORY SHIT!

Tony- Nice. Good wholesome racism in tokyo tonight.

Chris- Too bad it isn't in china, then they could have some one do their raundry.

Tony- Too much.

Chris- you think?

Tony- Back to back like that anyways.

Chris- Speaking of back to back, check it out, looks like there's life in the ring once more.

**Rummy, without jesse knowing it, was first to his feet. He walks over to jesse's corner, and retrieves a light tube. A smile curves his sadistic bloodied lips as he walks over to jesse's laying body. Raising the tube above his head, he yells loudly. Which, in retrospect, is probably what caused jesse to roll out of the way. However, it didn't matter in the eyes of rummy. The tube shattered on the mat... shards every where once more. Almost more lethal then anything the tube could have done. Rummy takes a small handful of the shards and rubs them in jesse's face. Jesse rolled in pain as blood flowed freely from every where on his face. The dude looked like a bald ass rick flair right now. Rummy then begins to work the ribs of jesse. He wasn't going to let the champ forget this night, just as he would expect jesse to do to him if the roles were reversed. He unleashes a flurry of kicks into the mid section and side of jesse. Each kick bringing more and more life into the crowd.**

Chris- Whatever, dude, its still any one's match.

Tony- I didn't say anything.

Chris- You were gonna. Cause that's how yo fat ass rolls. Get it? Fat rolls? HA! you're fat.

Tony- And you're fuckin dumb.

Chris- Your mom's dumb-

**Pimp slap to the cheetah, followed with a fist to the nuts**

Tony- The fuck't i say?

Chris- Shit, man, fuck yo face!

**Rummy begins to capitalize on the weakened jesse once more as he moves to get his bat again. Jesse, still writhing around on the mat holding his face is out of options. Rummy, straddles the face down jesse, and begins to improvise one of the most painful submissions to date. The barbed bat nestled nicely across the throat of jesse as rummy archs backwards forcing jesse upper torso to tweak. Rummy moves his arms back and fourth causing the wire to tear at the flesh of jesse styles. There will be no hype kicks tonight ladies and gentlemen. This match might as well be over. Jesse tries to tap, and scream out in pain, but finds his arms limp, and his voice choked out by blood and no breath.**

Tony- I hate to say it, but rummy's got this one won, little man.

Chris- The fuck he does!

**Chris puts his headset down and rushes the ring to do his best to get his brother's back. Rummy, smirking, leaves the lifeless jesse to fall to the matt. Chris, blindly rages into the ring, only to be met in the mid section with the bat, causing him to double over. Rummy, then drops the bat, uppercuts the kid, and sends him right back out of the ring, reeling towards the announce table. Tony, is quick to back off, as chris is sent into the front of the table with a loud thud. Picking up the bat, Rummy points at chris once more and shakes his head.**

Tony- Well, looks like its just me for a while. Good. No more momma jokes. Anyways, I dont know if rummy knows the meaning of mercy, but if he does, now would be the time to issue some.

**Rummy, almost as though he had heard the pleading of fat tony, rolls jesse over for the pin.**

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...3

NO!

**Somehow, jesse manages to issue some sort of lifeless, and desperate effort. But, that's just what rummy had been hoping for. He wanted the torture to continue. The fans popping loudly, as rummy whips jesse into the turnbuckle. Slowly, he positions jesse onto the top rope. The two of them standing there, and...NO!**

Tony- HOLY SHIT! HOLY FUCKING SHIT! HE'S DOING IT!

**Rummy positions himself against jesse for a belly to back suplex off the top rope. Sending Jesse flying into the ledge. The fans damn near riot with cheers as jesse thuds against the the barrier. Rummy, falls to the ground with a thud all his own. The two lie there motionless, for what seems like an eternity, but rummy feeds off of the fans, loving every minute of the pain. He takes, literally the lifeless jesse, and slings him into the ring once more, and rolls him up.**

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Tony- I wouldn't believe it if i didn't just see what i saw. Some one get the paramedics! This has been a match that'll go down in the books as one of the most ruthless beatings a challenger has given the champion. Ladies and gentlemen of Tokyo, and the world around, I give you your new Insane Rules Champion once more, Mr. FUCKING HOMICIDE! REDRUM!

**Medics rush the scene and check on chris and jesse. Rummy walks over to the lifeless jesse and spits on him, as he hoists the belt in the air weakly. As the medics try to tend to rummy, he pushes them away. He WILL walk out on his own. Mr. 187 needs no assistance, as this is the shit he lives for. **

Tony- Chris, you okay, there buddy?

**Chris staggers to his seat behind the announce table**

Chris- Yeah... Yeah i'll be aight. Can't keep a cheetah down, you know? From time to time, a cheetah gets kicked in the face by a gazelle, son.

Tony- And from time to time, i'll be it rare, they straight get fuckin rammed by a rhino. Guess what happened to you?

Chris- Funny thing is, i didn't feel shit. I guess im numb from the coke. BOOOOO!

Tony- So, anyways, what's next?

[Ryan Pugh]

[The camera shifts to the outside of the Tokyo Metropolitan Gymnasium. Standing several feet away from the entrance are none other than NEW superstar Reya Serra along with her ever present friend Paxar Vega. Looking at each other intently Paxar shakes her head in dismay.]

Paxar: I can’t believe that is what you decided to wear. This is a PCW Pay-Per-View event. You’re supposed to be wearing something incredibly beautiful to impress Chip and get him to notice you or something.

[Reya gazes down at her attire, a white Chip Shiller t-shirt and jeans, then looks back up at Paxar and frowns.]

Reya: We are not here for that Paxar. We are here to show our support for Chip and the rest of the Misfits.

Paxar: Sure we are…

[Paxar rolls her eyes sarcastically while Reya glares at her, visibly aggravated.]

Reya: You do not sound convinced.

[Paxar shakes her head, laughing slightly as Reya crosses her arms.]

Paxar: That’s because I’m not. We both know that your lover muffin Chip is the only reason we’re here right now. Would you have come here just to see Ophelia compete?

[Reya nods, smiling slightly at the mention of the former NEW Youngblood Champion and current PCW Southern Champion Ophelia Pain.]

Reya: Of course I would. Her and I have somewhat become friends since she was drafted to PCW…

Paxar: But even though you two are friends now or whatever it doesn’t mean that her match is the reason we came here, now does it?

[Reya sighs heavily as her cheeks start to turn slightly red.]

Reya: Fine. I am here to see Chip. Are you happy now?

Paxar: I’d be happier if you two would just make out and get it over with already.

[Reya shakes her head sadly for a few moments before looking back into Paxar’s dark brown eyes.]

Reya: Anyway, did you manage to get what I asked for Paxar?

[Paxar reaches into her pants pocket and pulls out what appears to be two tickets, handing one to Reya smiling brightly.]

Paxar: I sure did. Front row seats too, surprisingly. Perfect for Chip to give you a quick smooch before him and Tommy Kain take down those Malice guys.

Reya: That is not going to happen. Sorry to disappoint you.

Paxar: I still don’t get why we had to buy tickets anyway. Shouldn’t you just be able to waltz right on in there?

Reya: Ryan Pugh is the owner of PCW, not to mention a member of The cRu. You know how The cRu feels about The Court…

Paxar: I know they all seem to think you are all nothing more than Vanessa’s lap dogs.

[Reya nods in agreement.]

Reya: Which could not be any further from the truth, but Pugh will find that out first hand when Frank takes the NEW Xtreme Title from him at Kamikaze. Anyway, we should head inside before we miss all of Tokyo Terror.

Paxar: Yeah…don’t want to have you missing your honey bunches of Chip.

[Reya glares at Paxar as the two of them go to enter the gymnasium. The camera then shifts to the commentators at ringside.]

Fat Tony: Well it looks like The Court’s Herald of Holiness Reya Serra is going to be in the front row to watch tonight’s action.

Chris Styles: I wonder if they’d be up for some action after the show…

Fat Tony: I wouldn’t bet your coke on it. Anyway, let’s move on…

[The camera then pans from the commentators to the action in the ring.]

[Ryan Pugh]

Fat Tony: Are you ready for this one, Chris?

Chris Styles: Ready? I’m more than ready! This is going to be sexy as fuck!

Fat Tony: The PCW Tag Team Championships will be on the line in a Tag Team Bra & Panties Match, but the icing on the cake is that these four women will wrestle in a pool of KY Jelly!

Chris Styles: I’m getting hot already, Tony! I don’t think I can hold it in much longer!

The cameras visualize the pool of KY Jelly near the entrance area, the crowd buzzing in anticipation and arousal as the bell rings to signal the opening introductions of this match.

Taylor Davis: The following contest is a TAG TEAM BRA & PANTIES KY JELLY MATCH, and it is for the PCW Tag Team Championships!

The crowd respond loudly again as the cameras show the pool from a different side, the Jelly filled to the brim of the inflated pool. Suddenly “The Sound of Madness” by Shinedown plays from the PA System, Janella Carter and Faith Foxx strolling out as the crowd whistle and marvel at their slim figures.

Taylor Davis: Introducing the challengers, JANELLA CARTER AND FAITH FOXX!

Chris Styles: Woo! Look at those outfits!

Fat Tony: But look at Faith Foxx. She doesn’t appear to be pleased with this environment.

Chris Styles: No girl can be that innocent, come on now! They all love the attention and sexiness!

Fat Tony: Well this is for the Tag Team Titles, so Foxx will want to gain that with Janella. But that pool of KY has certainly got her having second thoughts.

Foxx is talking to Janella about this as they survey the pool, Carter testing it with her foot before stepping back onto the stage. As their music fades, the two start having a discussion of what to do, not paying attention to the arrival of the Tag Team Champions as “Opheliac” by Emilie Autumn plays. The crowd explode with cheers as Janella and Faith finally observe the entrance, Aurora Deadwood and Apathy strolling out in eyebrow-raising attires.

Taylor Davis: And their opponents, they are the PCW Tag Team Champions, AURORA DEADWOOD & APATHY, THE FEMME FATALES!

Chris Styles: Oh my God! Now THAT is sexy!

Fat Tony: They aren’t just sexy, but they are dominant. They have the clear advantage in this match, and they’ll want to do anything to defend those Tag Team Championships.

Chris Styles: Let the stripping begin!

Janella and Faith turn around to focus on their opponents, but Apathy charges towards Foxx, grabbing her and launching her into the pool! Janella goes to strike Apathy but Aurora cuts in-between and clobbers Carter with a stiff forearm, grabbing her in a suplex and throwing her into the pool too! Foxx is covered in Jelly as she exhales and wipes at her eyes, looking towards the stage as Janella resurfaces too. But that doesn’t stop Apathy and Deadwood diving off the stage simultaneously, crushing the pair with cross body blocks!

Chris Styles: Damn this is hot...

Fat Tony: All four are in the pool now, and they need to win by stripping the other team down!

Apathy grabs the back of Faith’s shirt and tears it off, revealing a white bra! The crowd cheer as Foxx freaks out and covers them with her hands, only to be taken down by Apathy with a leg trip into the pool. Aurora has Janella on the edge of the pool, kicking her slowly as Apathy reaches through the pool and grabs Faith’s undergarments, pulling them away and raising them aloft!

Fat Tony: Apathy stripped Faith Foxx down already! Now Janella Carter just needs to be stripped!

Aurora grabs Carter in another suplex and snaps her over into the pool, Apathy shoving Faith out of the pool for her to be seen by the Japanese fans. Deadwood pulls Carter up again and rips her shirt off, exposing her bra, and then pulls down her pants, Janella trying to kick free from her grasp. But Apathy sees her struggling and nails her with a clothesline, Apathy and Aurora grabbing each leg of the pants and pulling them off together!

Fat Tony: And there we have it! The Femme Fatales retain the PCW Tag Team Championships in record, sexy fashion!

Chris Styles: Oh ... man ... I mean, I know Japan is weird and freaky with its fetishes, but this was...

Fat Tony: Did you just masturbate, Chris?

Chris Styles: ... Sort of...

Taylor Davis: Here are your winners and STILL THE PCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS, APATHY AND AURORA DEADWOOD ... THE FEMME FATALES!

[Ryan Pugh]

Deadwood and Apathy climb out of the pool and stand on the stage, being given their championships and raising them up. Faith walks away to the back in embarrassing defeat as she tries to keep herself covered, Janella pulling herself up onto the stage nearby the champions. Aurora and Apathy share a smirk before they nod and help Carter up again, the crowd murmuring aloud about what might happen.

Fat Tony: Hmm, what is this now?

Apathy smiles and waves at Janella as Aurora goes behind her, all to break apart the bra strap! The bra falls and exposes Janella’s bare breasts and nipples, but it’s only for a second as Carter protects them just in time!

Chris Styles: HOT DAMN! OH MY GOD!

Fat Tony: THAT is PCW for you folks!

The crowd roar as Aurora and Apathy laugh, Carter shrieking before running from the entrance, keeping her naked breasts covered with her arms as the champions celebrate.

Fat Tony: Well ... the Femme Fatales are still the Tag Team Champions, but I doubt that will be the only thing remembered from this PPV!

Chris Styles: Damn, I need a drink ... and a line. That was ... that was...

Fat Tony: ... amazing?

Chris Styles: Yeah, man. Let’s take a small break ... fuck I need a towel...

Fat Tony: But wait a minute, I don't think the tag champs are done yet Chris

Chris Styles: Oh god yes

Apathy and Roe both take a moment to rid themselves of their shirts and shorts before climbing back into the pool of KY jelly to get all lathered up before returning to the stage. The crowd is going crazy as Roe looks over at Apathy with a big smile and then a nod as Apathy walks up behind Roe and removes the bra straps as Roe removes her bra and exposes her bare breasts!

Fat Tony: YEAH!!!!!!!!

Chris Styles: GIGGTY GIGGTY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Roe returns the favor as she steps behind Apathy and removes her straps and then Apathy exposes her bare breasts to the crowd!

Chris Styles: SEX OVERLOAD! I CANT BREATHE!!!

Fat Tony: Would you please stop masturbating?

Chris Styles: FUCK YOU!!!!!

Both Roe and Apathy put their tag titles around their wastes as they wave to the crowd and then embrace in a sexy sexy hug and then a kiss that forces Chris Styles to faint from sexy overload!

[Ryan Pugh]

"Seek and Destroy" by Metallica begins to play, and the fans cheer at the entrance of the PCW Superstar Santino Piazza, who is making his debut tonight. Santino makes his way to the ring and his focus is written on his face. He stretches on the ropes as he awaits for the music of his opponent.

Taylor Davis: And his opponent, the one, the only EJ Reynolds!!!

"What Lies Beneath" by Breaking Benjamin plays as orange and yellow pyros go off on the stage area. E.J Reynolds then appears with his wife, reaching the centre of the stage before his wife kneels down between his legs. After this pose they both walk to the ring, Reynolds sliding in under the bottom rope. Reynolds then stands on the second rope facing the hard camera as his wife is beneath him, Reynolds then hopping down and preparing as his wife leaves the ring to go to the outside.

Chris Styles: Who are these two douches?

Fat Tony: Shut up, these are two of our up and coming PCW roster members.

Santino rolls under the bottom rope into the ring and feints towards EJ, who immediately takes a step back and adopts a defensive stance. Santino laughs, then makes his way to a neutral corner to wait for the bell. The ref signals for it, and the two men walk toward each other. EJ holds his arms out for a lockup, and Santino obliges. Santino quickly gains the advantage with a kick to the midsection, then follows up with a knee lift, knocking EJ to the mat. Santino bends down to grab EJ by the head, but EJ catches him completely unawares with a small package.......1.........2..........Kick out

Fat Tony: Wow, quick work from EJ. Chris Styles where you going?

Chris Styles gets to his feet and is talking with one of the bikini clad ladies in the front row. He hands her his card and winks.

Fat Tony: Chris Styles!!!!

Santino gets quickly to his feet, the shock covers his face. Wasting no time, he charges toward EJ, who catches him with a belly to belly suplex, taking him down to the mat. As Santino pops up, EJ nails him right between the eyes with a dropkick. Santino, stunned, rolls to the outside for a moment to regain his bearings and tries to figure out what was going wrong. EJ isn't supposed to get in any offence. Santino jumps onto the ring apron. EJ, who has been watching him patiently, jerks the ring ropes, flipping Santino into the ring. As Santino gets back up pissed off with EJ for getting in some offence, EJ hooks him up and takes him down with a snap suplex. EJ floats over into a cover..........1...........Kick out.

Fat Tony: As I seem to be on my own, I’ll carry on.

He brings Santino up again, but Santino uses his skills to hit a spine buster. He drop-toe-holds EJ into the mat and slides up into a side headlock. Santino grounds the hold in, but EJ fights back to his feet and drops Santino with a belly-to-back suplex. With Santino down, EJ runs into the ropes and comes off with a leg drop, which he follows up with a cover........1.............2..........Kick out.

Fat Tony: Nice suplex from the youngster.

EJ brings Santino up again and goes behind him, looking to hit a German suplex, but Santino immediately counters out of it with a series of back elbows to the head, knocking EJ back and stunning him. Santino bounces off the ropes and comes off with a big boot, knocking EJ to the mat. Santino then drops down on top of EJ and begins raining punches to the face before the referee forces him to break it up at the count of four.

Fat Tony: Santino can fight dirty.

Santino brings EJ back up and whips him hard across the ring into a corner. Santino then charges in and leaps high in the air and Splashes him, driving himself into EJ. EJ collapses out of the corner, and Santino hops onto the second rope. He aims a punch between the eyes of EJ and launches himself. EJ manages to see him coming, however, and rolls forward. Santino's momentum carries him forward, and he slams face-first into the mat. Santino struggles up to his feet and EJ, seeing an opportunity, prepares to strike. As Santino turns, EJ nails him with a side kick, hitting him in the jaw and knocking him to the mat. EJ quickly makes the cover and hooks the leg.......1.......2.........Kick out.

Fat Tony: Oh so you've come back?

Chris Styles: Yeah, only because you're jealous. I’m cRu and we rule PCW.

Fat Tony: Shut and call the rest of the match. Oh and after tonight, cRu will be eliminated.

He quickly goes back to work, knowing that an opportunity to score a win over the likes of a Santino does not come around very often. EJ brings Santino up, then hooks him. He then takes Santino down with a devastating sit down power bomb, driving Santino in the mat and leaving him prone in the middle of the ring. With Santino down, EJ steps onto the apron and starts climbing to the top rope. The crowd, which has been buzzing, begins to cheer as they sense something big. EJ measures Santino, then flies head first off the top rope. He connects with a head butt. EJ made the cover.......1............2.............Kick out by Santino.

Chris Styles: The crowds seem to be behind the kid. Sickening how it is.

The crowd cheer loudly. EJ brings Santino up again, but this time Santino hits out with a low blow. EJ slumps to a knee, and Santino brings EJ back up and scoops him up, then drove him down with a reverse death valley driver. Santino holds on to the leg for the pin...........1...........2........Kick out.

Shaking his head, Santino brings EJ up to his feet again. He lifts him onto his shoulders into a fireman’s carry. Santino prepares to hit EJ with a flapjack, but EJ has other ideas. He shifts his weight, rolling Santino backwards in a crucifix and into a pinning position..............1............2............Kick out by Santino.

Fat Tony: This is a very cool match up even if my colleague is just here to eye up the local talent.

Both men get to their feet, and this time it is Santino who gains the advantage, blasting EJ with a lariat and knocking him down. Santino quickly brings EJ up and sets to whip him into the corner. EJ, however, reverses it and sends Santino crashing into the opposite turnbuckle. Santino stumbles backwards out of the corner, and EJ hooks him from behind. EJ lifts Santino up and hits The EJ Driver.

Fat Tony: OH Here he goes!!!

EJ rolls up Santino……………1.………………2.……………….3!!!

[Ryan Pugh]

The lights dim around the arena as “Power” by Kanye West starts to play, heavy footsteps followed by a wicked laugh being heard as the crowd start to boo. A green mist is ushered forth from the entrance as a spotlight hits the bottom of the ramp, Lizette McKlayn making her way out onto the stage, joined by Marcellus Deline and Brad McKlayn, the team known collectively as Malice.

I’m livin’ in the 21st century
Doin’ something mean to it
Do it better than anybody you ever seen do it
Screams from the haters, got a nice ring to it
I guess every superhero need his theme music

The fans boo more so as we see Lizette points towards her team, the manageress strolling down the ramp as Deline and McKlayn boisterously taunt the crowd on their way to the ring as well.

Taylor Davis: The following contest is a Tag Team Match and it is scheduled for one fall! On their way to the ring, being accompanied by Lizette McKlayn, at a combined weight of 528lbs, MARCELLUS DELINE AND BRAD MCKLAYN ... MALICE!

No one man should have all that power
The clock’s tickin’, I just count the hours
Stop trippin’, I’m trippin’ off the power
(21st century schizoid man)

Marcellus lifts Lizette up to the ring apron as McKlayn leaps onto it, Lizette reaching down and giving him a kiss on the cheek before going into the ring herself. Deline then follows her in as McKlayn steps through the ropes, both of them reaching separate turnbuckles and mounting them before taunting the crowd.

Fat Tony: This will be for a match that will determine the no.1 contenders for the PCW Tag Team Championships in the future, and you have to wonder how psyched and determined Deline and McKlayn are to win this match and take down Kain and Shiller.

Chris Styles: Yeah, they’ve had a few issues in the past with winning matches, but tonight could change all that and put them on the right track towards Tag Team gold!



Suddenly “Stand Up And Shout” by Steel Panther plays from the speakers as the crowd explode, Tommy Kain and Chip Shiller walking out after a series of multi-coloured pyrotechnics and sparklers have gone off. They slap hands with the fans on their way to the ring as Malice discuss some things, Lizette leaving the ring as the Misfits slide under the bottom rope and square off with their opposition.

Taylor Davis: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 470lbs, TOMMY KAIN AND CHIP SHILLER ... THE MISFITS!

Chris Styles: Now these two have been on a role, but matched against a power team like Malice, I can’t see them winning here!

Fat Tony: Anything is possible, Chris. Kain and Shiller have overcome the odds plenty of times, and that might be the case tonight as well.

Deline and McKlayn look like they are sorting out who will go first, but instead they try and catch Kain and Shiller off guard by charging at them. The two teams brawl around the ring as Lizette looks on from the outside, Kain ducking under a clothesline from McKlayn and planting him with a twisting neckbreaker! Shiller is whipped across the ring by Deline, who ducks down for a back body drop, but Shiller instead boots Deline back up, jumping up and taking him down with a Tornado DDT!

Fat Tony: And the Misfits are in control as the referee tries to get these teams separated!

Chris Styles: Fat chance of that! These two teams want to destroy each other!

Lizette climbs onto the apron and tries to distract Kain and Shiller, taunting them as the crowd boo. Shiller and Kain approach her as Deline and McKlayn get back up behind them, the distraction working in their favour it seems. McKlayn then charges forward for a clothesline on Shiller, but Chip moves at the last second, McKlayn instead hitting his sister, who tumbles off the apron to the floor!

Chris Styles: Oh God, he hit Lizette!

Realizing what he’s foolishly done, McKlayn retreats to the outside to check on her, but this gives Shiller the opportunity to fly over the ropes and take down Brad with a plancha! Meanwhile Deline has struck Kain with a kick and is putting him into a powerbomb position, but Tommy turns the tables and reverses it into a hurracanrana! Deline rolls away and starts to get back up a few moments after, the crowd on Kain’s side as he gets to his feet too. Deline, having little options, runs at Tommy for a clothesline, but Kain ducks under and drives his knee into the spine of Deline, twisting him around and driving him face first into the canvas with the TOMMY KNOCKER!

Fat Tony: There it is, the Tommy Knocker!

Shiller gets to the apron after kicking McKlayn away into the barricade, joining his compatriot in the ring as the latter covers Deline...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Kain raises his arms in victory before Shiller hugs him in celebration, both of them raising their arms as the crowd cheer mightily.

Taylor Davis: Here are your winners, TOMMY KAIN AND CHIP SHILLER ... THE MISFITS!

Fat Tony: Looks like the Misfits are the new contenders to the Tag Team Championships! They took Malice down fast, and this will be hard for them to recover from!

Chris Styles: It was a damn fluke! If McKlayn hadn’t hit Lizette, this would have been a different story!

Fat Tony: Says you!

Chris Styles: Yeah, says me!

Fat Tony: Whatever. All I know is that Shiller and Kain will get their shot in the future, and this time they will want to take those championships home with them.

Chris Styles: And what I know too is that you are a fucking asshat!

Fat Tony: Go suck a midget cock!

Chris Styles: Fine, I will!

[Ryan Pugh]

Reya Serra jumps the rail is excitment as she storms the ring to celebrate with Chip and Tommy. Reya rushes right up to Chip Shiller and Chip stops and stands very still as he nervously awaits what is about to happen. Reya leans up and give Chip a good old fashioned smooch right on the cheek before she turns to shake the hand of Tommy Kain.

Fat Tony: I think Chip just got to third base as far as he knows

Chris Styles: Whatever, he should have banged her months ago Tony

Chip is blushing and still not really moving and then he faints and falls flat on his ass with a thud! Reya and Tommy rush over to check on him but Chip aint moving. Finally Chip wakes back up after a big smack from TK right to the face and you can she the embaressment all over his face.

Fat Tony: Well aint that just cute

Chris Styles: What a bunch of losers

Fat Tony: Do you always have to be so damn negative?

Chris Styles: Do you have to always be so damn fat?

Fat Tony: After the show me and you are going to throw down little man

Chris Styles: Bring it on tubby, bring it on!

[Ryan Pugh]

Fat Tony: Are we ready for a crucifixion match Cheetah?

Chris Styles: you mean it’s time to watch my cuz Johnny crucify that poor excuse of a pimp Alex Koresh?

Fat Tony: No… let’s get to the ring and Taylor Davis.

Taylor Davis: The following contest here at Tokyo Terror is a crucifixion match where you have to place your opponent on a crucifix to win. Introducing first hailing from Sin City he is the “Righteous One” Agustus D’Agosto.

“As Agustus walks out wearing his smirk on his face he always wears James Wright bolts from the backstage and nails Augustus from behind.”

Fat Tony: And James Wright has taken the early advantage. No entrance for A.D.A

Chris Styles: No entrance for the American Dental Association.

Fat Tony: No retard I used Agustus’s full name as abbreviations so I wouldn’t have to repeat it. Asshole.

Chris Styles: Hey did you notice the giant cross lying against the ring?

Fat Tony: Sigh…

“James stomps away at Agustus as Agustus tries to fight back to his feet. Eventually he does and the two combatants exchange tiff punches. Augustus kicks James in the stomach and throws him into the ring. He slides in and gets met with a straight kick to the face knocking Agustus down.”

Fat Tony: Agustus has had quite the disagreement with James Wright and his absent tag team partner Jason Franklin lately.

Chris Styles: Yeah they have. But why do I care? Apparently neither does this crowd. How quiet can this place get.

Fat Tony: Its Japan moron. They are always quiet during the match.

“Back inside the ring James Wright has taken control of Agustus as he hits a tremendous power slam on him. James starts to utilize the power game with a back breaker and then applys a full nelson to weaken Agustus to place him on the cross.”

Fat Tony: James has a full nelson on Agustus but I don’t see those hands locked. Agustus is already breaking the hold.

“Before Agustus breaks the hold he is hit with a belly to belly suplex that puts him on the mat again.”

Chris Styles: Oh smart thinking by James there. Well executed belly to belly. SSSNNOORRTTSS!

Fat Tony: Are you snorting while on TV?

Chris Styles: PPV baby. CCHHEETTAAHH!!

“James starts to drag Agustus to the cross but Agustus fights back. He lands some sharp blows to James and backs him away a little. With the space he delivers a martial arts kick that drops James to his knee then Agustus nails a beautiful shining wizard knocking the New Yorker down.”

Fat Tony: Oh man what a series by Agustus. He has James down!!

“Agustus starts to get confidence as the Japanese crowd reacted to the shining wizard the trademark move of the legendary Great Muta. Agustus starts to pick James up but took too long as James recovered from the exchange and hit a devastating clothesline that seemed to knock Agustus out. The Japanese crowd let out a collective sigh from the devastation of the move.”

Fat Tony: My God he just decapitated Agustus. That was absolutely brutal.

Chris Styles: maybe he knocked that screw back in place that was loose in Agustus’ head. This guy is fruit loops. Maybe he was the one that broke into my bag and took my stash last week.

“James Wright once again starts to use the power game as he nails a brainbuster that lays Agustus out.”

Fat Tony: Big time brainbuster there by James Wright.

Chris Styles: But it was not the Greatest Brainbuster Ever was it? This guy wishes he was Al fucking Envy!

Fat Tony: Al will be out soon. Can you hold your boner for the cRu down and let’s get back to this match?

“Arrogantly James Wright lifts up Agustus and walks him over to the crucifix. As he was about to throw him over the ropes and onto the cross Agustus hits a spinning heel kick on James Wright which causes James to fly over the top rope and land on the crucifix! The Japanese crowd groans once again reacts as Agustus climbs to the very top rope.”

Fat Tony: FROG SPLASH on the CRUCIFIX!! Oh my God what impact.

Chris Styles: How did they not snap that thing in half!?

“Agustus holds his stomach due to the impact of the splash and starts to tie James to the cross. Suddenly someone from the crowd jumps over the rail and attacks Agustus.”

Fat Tony: What in the hell? Where is security at!!!

“The man beats Agustus down and gives James Wright time to recover. The man stops as James wonders who is helping him. The attacker drops his hood and reveals him to be Jason Franklin, James’ tag team partner!”

Fat Tony: That’s Jason Franklin!! He is back!!

“James smiles at Jason. Jason turned his attention back towards Agustus. A he held Agustus James kicked him in the stomach and nails the Wright Way on Agustus on the floor by the crucifix!!

Fat Tony: This isn’t right!!

Chris Styles: How surreal, a crucifix piledriver in front of this crucifix. Its academic now!

“With help from Jason James ties Agustus to the cross. Due to the crucifix piledriver blood trickles down Agustus’ face from the top of his head.”

Fat Tony: And this match is over! Agustus D’Agosto is tied to the cross!

Taylor Davis: Here is your winner… JAMES WRIGHT!!!

[Ryan Pugh]

We cut backstage to Shasta

Shasta: I am here with EJ Reynolds, EJ you got a big win tonight over Santino. Do you think this puts you any closer to your goal here in PCW?

EJ: Well Shasta, its real simple.......

At that moment, Reynolds is cut off by the returning Miami Mike who just walks right in front of him and bumps him out of the way to take a spot right beside Shasta.

Mike: What was that question again baby?

Shasta: Well I was asking....

Mike: No, look I understand that you are most likely in awe of someone this Miami, but you need to act a little more professional baby doll. I cant have you running around drooling over me when I am trying to do an interview, ya dig?

EJ: Excuse me, who are you?

Mike glances over to EJ with a smirk on his face

Mike: Do you mind kid? I am trying to do an interview over here and you are making this whole situation very UN Miami!So do me a favor junior and go get me a sammich!

EJ: You have got to be kidding old man

Mike: Does it look like I am kidding? What you are looking at is pure 100% Miami at its finniest and you, well you are nothing but a snot nosed kid! let me guess, you think what you did out there tonight was a big deal right?

EJ: Well....

Mike: Of course you do, well kid I have news for you, you beat someone just as pathetic as you are, congrats! Now I hear you all over the place talking about your destiny and how you are SO Miami, but kid you need to go to the back of the line and your only destiny is to get me a damn sammich!!!!

EJ: Who the hell are you? Did the retirement home take a field trip to Tokyo Terror?

Mike: Who do you think you are talking to? I am Miami Mike and if you know what is good for you, you will shut your damn mouth!

EJ: Oh so you are the one that every one has been talking about being the choke artist?

Mike: The only thing that is going to be choked around here is you if you don't go get me a god damn sammich! And seriously could you do me a favor and grab me a sprite while your at it, because being this Miami works up quite a thirst.

EJ: What the hell are you even talk about?

Mike: Turkey, cheese, bread, SPRITE!!!!!! Maybe even throw a little mustard on that bitch, now that would be very Miami! Now where were we?

Shasta looks completely confused at the situation and says nothing.

Mike: Oh yeah, so I am sure all of you have missed me over the last few weeks and I have got so much fan mail asking the same question. "When will PCW be Miami again?" Well its real simple, PCW will never be Miami because it takes decades of work to be THIS Miami! However fear not, because the most Miami man in wrestling today is now officially back int he place to be!

EJ: Grandpa you seriously need to step out of my interview time

Mike: Kid you will get interview when you bring me my sammich! Now I am going to do you a favor and you can thank me later. Next week on Insanity I am going to go out there and show you and the entire world exactly what it means to be Miami when I beat down that Santino kid! You think you did something tonight, but I am going to show you how its really done! Oh and make sure you take notes because I am only going to show you once.

EJ: I have a better idea, why don't you face me and show that way since your so big and bad.

Miami: Boy you haven't did nearly enough to have an opponent this Miami. Just count your blessings that I am letting you slide this time and watch how a legend handles himself in the ring. Maybe if your truly lucky, one day you can step in the ring with Miami Mike, but until then, just sit back and take notes!

Mike takes a step like he is about to walk away but then stops and looks right into the camera.

Mike: Now that is VERY MIAMI!!

Mike smirks and then struts off as Shasta and EJ are left looking at each other not completely sure what all just happened.

[Ryan Pugh]

Taylor Davis: First to the ring, former PCW Tag Champion, Al Envy!!

As the song starts playing the green cRu Show Stealer sign comes up on the Pugh-tron. green light kisses the darkness of the arena and at the 40 second mark of the song Al Envy slowly saunters onto the stage and drops to one knee and places his arms out. Al gets up and slowly walks to the ring and springboards inside it. He then climbs to the top turnbuckle and soaks in the hatred from the crowd and tells them how great he is jumps down from the top rope and sits down Indian style in the centre of the ring and waits for his opponent.

Chris Styles: Typical of Taylor to bring up him losing the tag titles. They were cheated out of them.

Fat Tony: No the Femme Fatales……………..Sorry what was I saying?

Chris Styles: And they call me a pervert.

Taylor Davis: And the first opponent, the former PCW Southern Champion, Michael Allen!!

"Bad Company" by Five Finger Death Punch on the PA as Red, White, and Blue pyro goes off. Allen then enters and walks down to the ring loosing up. He comes to the ring with a Red, White, and Blue warm up jacket. Once in the ring he stretches and takes off the warm up jacket.

Taylor Davis: And coming to the ring, the PCW Southern Champion, Ophellia Pain!!

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

Taylor Davis: And finally, Nick Newman!

The arena dims and purple lighting fills and flickers throughout the stadium. As the song leaves the intro, streaming silver fireworks fall from the top of the PCW-tron and the lights brighten. The fireworks stop and Newman walks through a cloud that looks like smoke. Nick has a grin on his face as he makes his way down the ramp. He stops halfway and looks around at the crowd. Nick slides into the ring and bounces off the ropes coming to the other end of the ring. He hops up on the bottom rope and throws an arm in the air looking confidently into the crowd. Newman’s music begins to fade and comes to the centre of the ring and stretches as he looks at his opponents.

Fat Tony: This is going to be an interesting match. Al Envy seems a bit nervous there.

Chris Styles: Shut the hell up, Christ man you're getting annoying.

Fat Tony: Alright, alright, alright. Just chill junior.

Michael Allen stands in the middle of the ring. Al faces him. He suddenly explodes at Allen with right and left hands. He Irish whips Allen into the ropes and on his return clotheslines him down. He picks Allen up and hits him with a GBE out of nowhere.

Chris Styles: Out of nowhere. He is Al Envy.

He rolls Allen up……………..1.…………………….2.………………………..3!

Chris Styles: He’s eliminated Michael Allen in seconds.

Al picks up Allen and drags his limp body out of the ring whilst Newman and Pain look on. Newman and Ophellia immediately lock up and Newman gets the upper hand by applying an arm bar. Newman twists the arm around and he drives his elbow into her arm many times and then he twists it again. Envy watches on as Newman takes it to Ophellia. Newman keeps his lock on the arm of Ophellia and then he whips her into the ropes and as Ophellia comes running back Newman catches her with a sleeper hold. Newman keeps the moved locked in on Ophellia and keeps her oxygen supply cut off. Ophellia slowly fades but Envy goes up and kicks Newman in the ribs and he knocks Newman off of Ophellia. Envy hits Newman in the face with a few forearms and then he whips Newman into the ropes and he goes for a dropkick but Newman holds onto the ropes and Envy hits nothing but air and crashes down to the mat. Ophellia goes over to Newman and she punches Newman in the face and Newman hits Ophellia back and then two continue this process until Ophellia rakes Newman in the eyes and she knee's him in the stomach. Ophellia smashes Newman face off of her knee and then she clotheslines him over the top rope and Newman hits the ground. Envy hits Ophellia in the back and then he turns her around and he gets her in a snapmare take down.

Chris Styles: Come on Envy!

Envy picks Ophellia back up and he kicks her in the stomach and Ophellia keels over and then Envy hits her in the face with a boot that knocks Ophellia down to the mat. Newman gets up on the outside and he slowly climbs back into the ring. Envy kicks Ophellia up and he hits her in the chest with some big chops and then he pushes her back into the corner and he holds onto the ropes and he kicks Ophellia in the abdomen until Newman sneaks up behind Envy and he grabs him around the waist and connects with a snap German suplex. Newman then goes over to Ophellia and he drives his hip into the stomach of Ophellia and then he punches her in the face and he whips Ophellia into the opposite corner. Ophellia crashes into the corner and Newman runs at her but Ophellia gets her boot up and she slams it into the face of Newman. Ophellia grabs Newman and she pulls him up to his feet and she grabs his head like she is going to get him in a spinning neck breaker but he grabs his arm and lifts it up and Envy gets in some cheap shots to the ribs of Newman and still holding the arm of Newman, Ophellia delivers the spinning neck breaker. Ophellia grabs Envy and she smashes his head into the top turnbuckle and Envy falls backwards and Ophellia runs at him and knocks him down to the mat with a clothesline. Newman goes to the outside of the ring and he pulls out a chair from underneath the ring. In the ring Ophellia grabs Envy and she picks him up in the air in a suplex position but Newman runs into the ring and he hits Ophellia in the back with the chair. Ophellia drops Envy and her back thrives in pain. Ophellia turns around to Newman and Newman cracks the chair over the skull of Ophellia.

Fat Tony: A no disqualifications match I presume?

Chris Styles: It's a four way dance, no one person can be disqualified. Just eliminated.

Fat Tony: So do you have to pin both people to win the match, is it elimination or something?

Ophellia falls down to the mat as the chair bends over her skull and Newman drops the chair to his side and then he goes over to Envy and he pulls him to his feet. Newman goes to punch him but Envy blocks it and Envy hits Newman across the face once and Newman staggers back and Envy hits him again and then again and Newman falls down to the mat and Envy picks the chair up and he holds it high in the air and then he puts it in position to hit Newman with but Ophellia gets up to her feet and she runs and hits Envy with a boot that knocks the chair back into his face and Envy crashes down to the mat. Ophellia now picks the chair up and as Newman gets up to his feet Ophellia smashes the chair down upon his head and Newman goes back down to the mat and Ophellia stands tall with the chair in her hand. Ophellia sets the chair up in the middle of the ring and she grabs Newman and she whips him into the ropes but Newman reverses Ophellia and when Ophellia comes running back Newman does a drop hoe told onto Ophellia and Ophellia's face bounces off the seat of the chair and she lands near the chair. Envy gets up to his feet and he holds his head for a second and then he see's Newman taunting Ophellia and he picks Newman up and he hits him with a spine buster down onto the chair that is set up. The chair bends the opposite way that it's supposed to and Newman rolls around on the mat holding his back in agony. Envy gets up and goes over to Ophellia and he pulls her to her feet and Envy delivers a head butt to Ophellia that knocks both wrestlers backwards. Ophellia then grabs Envy by the head and she tosses him to the outside of the ring. Ophellia gathers herself and she walks over to Newman who is still on the mat holding his back and she picks him up and she pushes him into the corner and she hits him with a large amount of punches. Envy gets back in the ring and he picks up the bent chair and he slams it against the back of Ophellia's head.

Chris Styles: Damn, that was a vicious chair shot. It's getting way too violent, way too early.

Fat Tony: The honour of being the PCW Southern Champion is at stake.

Chris Styles: I guess you're right, which may or may not be a good thing.

Fat Tony: Good for us, not for them.

Chris Styles: Excellent point.

Ophellia stays standing up but she is in pain and Nick kicks her below the belt and then he pushes her over and Envy runs and goes to hit Newman with the chair but Newman goes to the outside before Envy can hit him and Envy swings but only hits the top turnbuckle. Newman pulls his pants up on the outside and he adjusts his elbow pads while Envy yells at him and tells him to get back in the ring. Envy drops the chair and he turns around and he picks Ophellia up and he whips her into the ropes and Envy lifts her into the air and he slams her back down to the mat with a spinning spine buster. Ophellia bounces off the mat as does Envy from the high impact of the move. Newman goes over to the time keepers table and he steals the bell from him but not after a fight. The time keeper grabs onto the bell and tugs at it and tries to get it away from Newman but Newman pushes him back down and he rips the bell out of his hands and Newman slowly goes back into the ring. In the ring Envy has Ophellia in a front chin lock and is trying to choke out Ophellia slowly. Newman goes up behind them holding the ring bell in the air and Ophellia and Envy are clueless to his presence. Newman lifts the bell up into the air and then he slams it down on top of Envy's head and the bell makes it's ringing sound as Envy lets go off Ophellia and falls to the mat. Newman drops the bell and Ophellia is sitting so Newman kicks her in the back one time before he covers Envy. The referee for the match goes down to make the count…………….1.…………………2.…………..Ophellia gets up and she jumps over and hits Newman with an elbow drop that makes Newman come off of Envy and break up the count. Ophellia pulls Newman up to his feet and she punches him in the mouth and then she whips him into the ropes but Newman once again holds onto the ropes and Ophellia comes towards him and Newman knocks her back down to the mat with a Thai roundhouse kick. Newman grabs Ophellia and he picks her up and slams her down to the mat with a spinning power slam. Newman then gets up and he taunts both wrestlers as the crowd cheers much to the egotistical Newman delight. Newman goes over and he picks up the ring bell once again and he looks at Envy who is down on the mat now busted open and he laughs at him. Newman goes to pick up Al but Envy grabs his head and he rolls him up in a small package………….1.………………….2.………………………..3!!

Chris Styles: That’s why Al is STILL in cRu.

Ophellia dives into the ring and tries to surprise Al who is celebrating whilst standing on the top turn buckle. She does a front handspring and wraps her ankles around his neck and starts to choke him out with her legs.

Chris Styles: He’ll get out of this.

Fat Tony: He’s seems to have been in this position with her before.

The referee checks on Al. Al tries to fight it but eventually has to tap out.

Ophellia gets up and she raises her arms in the air as she stands victorious in the middle of the ring. The referee hands her back her PCW Southern Championship belt.

Fat Tony: That’s amazing, she defended it and won.

[Ryan Pugh]

Fat Tony: Well next up is the match that I can honestly say I am not really looking forward to seeing. Spaz will challenge LA Kief for the PCW TV title and this one is going to get hamburger meat pussy ugly!

Chris Styles: You have tow of the most open homos EVER, locked in a room with sex toys! This is not a match, this is a Friday night for these two sick bastards!

Fat Tony: And unfortunately, I am being told the two of them have entered the dungeon of pleasure. Lord help us all!

Taylor Davis: The following is a Dungeon of Pleasure match for the PCW TV championship. Introducing first, the challenger, SPAZ!!!

Spaz throws his leg up in the air like he was in a captain morgan commercial and shows off his leopard print loin cloth and unfortunately for all of us, the tip of his penis as well!

Taylor Davis: And his opponent, the current PCW TV champion, LA KIEF!!!!!!

Kief rips his shirt off and begins to oil up his massive m00bs as the bell is sounded.

[DING DING]

Chris Styles: So let me get this straight, this match still ends is pin or submission right?

Fat Tony: Correct

Chris Styles: And all those sex toys are as legal as a arm bar?

Fat Tony: Correct again

Chris Styles: Pugh really needs help

The two circle each other, not wanting to make the first move, but then Spaz stops and flashes his penis at Kief whose eyes get as big as the moon and allow Spaz to run and nail a drop kick to Kief! With Kief on the ground, Spaz climbs on top of him and pins his hands to the ground and starts to rub his exposed penis back and forth on the oiled chest of Kief.

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

Fat Tony: Why was there a count?

Chris Styles: Kief's shoulders where on the ground

Fat Tony: Oh sorry, couldn't see that from the titty fucking that was going on

Chris Styles: Yeah this is not starting very good I'm afraid and its only going to get worse from here

Kief uses his legs to push Spaz off of him and gets back to his feet. Kief reaches back and grabs a huge bright red dildo from the wall and holds it in his hand like it were a bat as he stares at Spaz. Spaz now rips his loin cloth off and throws it at Kief as he beats his chest.

Fat Tony: And now that little freak is completely naked, that didn't take long

Chris Styles: Oh and look, he has a semi, so great of him to share that with us

Spaz now reaches back and grabs a huge black dong off the wall and swings it at Kief as he counters with his red dildo and the two are now having a sword fight with the toys. Back and forth they go until Spaz is able to get his close enough to shove the head of it into Kief's mouth and drive him back against the wall. Spaz attempts to go all in but Kief is blocking it with one hand while he uses the other hand to go downstairs and grabs the cock of Spaz.

Fat Tony: Yeah I cant call that move

Chris Styles: It worked though, Spaz has stopped trying to shove that massive dong down Kief's throat

Fat Tony: Yeah and all it took was Kief rubbing his......I just cant call this match

Chris Styles: Just suck it up, maybe it will be over soon

Fat Tony: I somehow doubt it

Spaz is now enjoying a hand job from Kief but it got him off balance and Kief now tightens his hold on the penis of Spaz and hits a clothesline without letting go of the penis. Kief pulls Spaz back to his feet and then hits a second clothesline, still holding on to the member of Spaz and pulling him up to his feet yet again and then pulls him into the Fuck A Duck!

Chris Styles: I guess that is one way to get the upper hand

Fat Tony: I got nothing dude

Kief now grabs another dildo and smacks Spaz right in the face with it as he gets up. Kief takes a step back and Spaz smiles as he turns around and reaches down to grab his ankles and then does a little shake of his VERY exposed ass!

Chris Styles: Spaz just gave Kief the Jersey Turnpike!

Fat Tony: I do not want to know how you know what that is Chris

You can actually see the mouth of Kief watering as he stares into the third eye of Spaz waving back and forth at him. Kief can barely contain himself and that is when Spaz strikes as he runs and does a Thez press to Kief and shoves his penis all in Kief's face as they go down to the ground. Spaz now grips his member and begins to smack it on the face of Kief as he has his shoulders pined to the ground but the ref doesn't count cause he is too busy trying to keep from vomiting.

Chris Styles: Ok, I think I may be done with this one as well, I don't need to see that

Fat Tony: Does anyone?

Chris Styles: I am sure Blair is loving this right now and maybe that sick fuck Hunter Valentyne

Kief is able to kick Spaz away and is trying to get up when Spaz grabs him by the back of his pants and is pulling the other direction. Kief lunges and falls forward as Spaz falls the other way and now has Kief's pants in his hands.

Fat Tony: Great now both of them are naked

Kief gets up to his feet and Spaz hits Castration as he football kicks Kief right in the damn balls from behind! Kief falls to the ground holding his privates and rolling around as Spaz just stares at the sexy goods of Kief all exposed. Spaz now drops down to his hands and knees and decides to make Kief fell better and begins to rub the member of Kief.

Chris Styles: Please make it stop

Fat Tony: OMG! MOUTH FULL OF KIEF, LITERALLY!!!!!!!

Chris Styles: EEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!

FAST FORWARD FIVE MINUTES OF MOUTH LOVE!

Kief is now making clawing motions as he lifts his leg in the air and you can see the droll falling from Spaz's mouth. Kief now rolls over and Spaz slides in right between Kief's thighs.

Fat Tony: OMG NOT SO MUCH OF A SURPRISE BUTT SECKS!!!!!

Chris Styles: *YACK!*

Fat Tony: I think Kief has his shoulders on the ground

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[DING DING]

Taylor Davis: You winner and new PCW TV champion, SPAZ!!!!!

Chris Styles: Oh god he is not stopping, come on dude

Fat Tony: Cut away, for the love of god cut away

Chris Styles: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

Fat Tony: Yes you just saw exactly what you think you saw, and we are all going to hell!

[Ryan Pugh]

The lights go out just as Spaz seems to finish and the sound of thunder is heard as the titon tron comes alive.



Chris Styles: OH MY GAWD!!!!!!!!

The lights come back on and Inkt is standing right behind Spaz as he gets up to his feet. Spaz turns around, DULL NEEDLE!!!! Inkt gets back to his feet, shaking with anger as he forces Kief up to his feet and slams his head into the cement wall not once, not twice but three times before letting go of him. Inkt then takes a few steps back and, DIRTY NEEDLE!!!!!! Inkt looks around for a moment and then sees the TV title on the ground. Inkt grabs the the title and places it on his shoulder as he looks at both Kief and Spaz who are still out on the ground, naked.

Inkt: If you want this, come get it! FAGS!!!!

Fat Tony: INKT IS BACK AND IT LOOKS LIKE HIS SIGHTS ARE SET ON THE TV TITLE!!!

Chris Styles: The Man of War is about to unleash hell on PCW and the cRu is getting stronger by the minitue Tony!

[Ryan Pugh]

Taylor Davis: The following is your Tokyo Terror main event of the evening and is for the PCW World Heavyweight Championship! This match will be contested under PCW Deathmatch rules. Introducing first your challenger, he is the Sadistic Bastard and represents the F.Y.K.!!! He stands at 6'6 and weighed in tonight at near 300 pounds, he is from the deepest and darkest corner of your mind, this is, ALEXANDER KORESH!!!!!!!!!!




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

Fat Tony: The challenger looks more ready then I have ever seen him before and that does not look good for Johnny Stylez tonight!

Chris Styles: Yeah yeah.....WHATEVER! All this little dick weed has done is talk shit for months now, well you know what? NO ONE IS AFRAID OF ALEXANDER KORESH!!!

Fat Tony: You are

Chris Styles: Maybe just a little, but that is not the point here! Johnny is not going to give that title up tonight and there is nothing Koresh can do about it!

Taylor Davis: And his opponent, he is the reigning and defending PCW World Heavyweight Champion! The Don of Disrespect, the Paragona of Americana, the Epitome of PCW! He weighed in tonight at 245 pounds, representing the cRu, LA JOHNNY STYLEZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!



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

~ExPLoSiOn~

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

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

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

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

Fat Tony: I must admit though that this match on paper may be the best PCW World title match we have ever seen, and in a company that shows pride in the level of brutality and violence in their product, this may just be the best example of exactly what PCW stands for and is all about!

Chris Styles: We know the champ has opted for his trusty teaser to be in one of the four bags hanging above each turnbuckle and the challenger has went for gloves covered in broken glass.

Fat Tony: Now the other two bags are a complete mystery to all of us but Pugh who personally picked the contents so lord help us all.

Chris Styles: And if all that was not enough, the ring ropes have been replaced with barbed wire and when you have someone like Koresh in the ring with that much exposed barbed wire at his disposal, its not a good thing for Stylez!

Fat Tony: Johnny Stylez is no stranger to the art of hardcore and have you forgot who trained him? He is Ryan Pugh's protege and if you learned from the Insane Icon then you can guarantee you are at home in this kind of environment and you better believe Pugh has gotten Johnny ready for this match!

Chris Styles: Very good point Tony and personally I cant wait another second, lets ring this damn bell already!

[DING DING]

As the bell rings, Koresh stands perfectly still, nothing moving but his eyes as he watches Stylez move from side to side across from him. Stylez makes his move and Koresh matches him step for step as the two lock up in the middle of the ring but it doesn't take but a few seconds for Koresh to show his power and size advantage when he sends Stylez tumbling back across the ring. Stylez gets back up to his feet and goes right back at Koresh but again the power is on display as this time just slings Stylez to the mat like a rag doll and he hits with a thud!

Fat Tony: Johnny is going to need a different game plan, he can not match power with Koresh.

Stylez bounces back up and turns right into a massive headbutt from Koresh that sends him stumbling. Koresh nails a second headbutt and Stylez turns to make his exit from the ring but is quickly stopped by the barbed wire. Stylez has a look of what did I get myself into on his face as he turns around and gets nailed with a huge spear from his challenger. Koresh is back to his feet and lets out a roar as the crowd erupts in support. Koresh heads for the corner and begins to climb to get his hands on one of the bags but as soon as he does, Stylez is back up and lands a low blow to the prone challenger. Koresh is topped dead in his tracks as Stylez moves under him and grabs him around the legs and forces Koresh out of the corner and to the mat with a falling power bomb!

Chris Styles: That is what Stylez needs to do for this match, use his speed and use his dirty mind to get the advantage on Koresh. The challenger is too focused on trying to destroy the champion and not winning the match and that is going to be his downfall. Johnny just knows how to win!

Fat Tony: That he does, I will give you that one Chris

Stylez begins stomping ferociously on the face of Koresh as he tries to get up. Koresh is now able to fight up to his knees but that is when Stylez just unloads with right hand after right hand to the head of Koresh and then a straight kick to the gut as he cups the neck and snaps his head back for a spike DDT, driving the face of Koresh into the mat hard and fast! Stylez climbs on the back of Koresh and grabs him by his long hair and unleashes a series of hard cross face strikes to the face of Koresh. Stylez is now back to his feet and holds his arms out and yells out to the fans, "WHERE IS YOUR SAVIOR NOW?"

Chris Styles: Johnny you might want to keep focused on Koresh

Koresh is now sitting in the corner as the crowd is giving Stylez the business and he is loving it. Johnny turns and sees Koresh sitting and takes off running from the corner and then drives his boot right into the face of Koresh with a version of face wash type move. Stylez now takes and steps on the head of Koresh as he uses him to boost him up and grab the bag from the corner as Koresh yells in pain. Stylez now has the bag in his hands and uses the pole it was hanging from to hold onto as he swings out and then hits a double dropkick right to the face of the still downed Koresh!

Fat Tony: Stylez is fully in control right now and he has the first weapon but what is in the bag?

Stylez is back up and has a big smirk on his face as he opens up the bag. He reaches in and pulls out a trademark of his very own mentor, Ryan Pugh's staple gun! Johnny grips the gun in his hand and waits for Koresh to get out of the corner as he begins to move. Koresh once again gets back up to a knee when Johnny takes the staple gun and just smashes Koresh in the face with it as if it were a pair of brass knucks. Koresh leans back of the impact and that is when Johnny takes and puts the staple gun to the head of Koresh/

CLICK......CLICK.......CLICK.......CLICK!!!!

Chris Styles: STYLEZ JUST PUT FOUR STAPLES INTO THE FOREHEAD OF KORESH!!!!!!

Fat Tony: Well we knew this one was going to get ugly Chris

Koresh is just staggered as the blood begins to drip from his forehead. Stylez takes a few steps back and then unloads a big boot to the face of Koresh that sends him to his back! Stylez is playing to the crowd as he tosses the staple gun to the mat in the corner. Koresh is staggering to his feet as Stylez turns around. Johnny rushes Koresh but Koresh catches him around the right leg and lifts him up for a flapjack and sends Stylez chest first across the barbed wire ropes as Stylez instantly screams out in pain!

Chris Styles: AHHHHHHH! I bet that shit hurt!

Fat Tony: Brilliant analysis there Chris

Chris Styles: Thank you

Stylez is able to pry himself off the top rope as the cuts on his chest quickly produce blood. Stylez turns holding his chest and turns right into a massive boot to the face from Koresh as Stylez goes down to the mat. Koresh now goes after a second bag and rips it down from the corner. He opens it and pulls out his hand selected weapon, the gloves covered in broken glass! Stylez is struggling back to his feet as Koresh slips one of the gloves on his right hand. Koresh goes to put the other glove on when Johnny hits a drop kick right to the knee cap of Koresh. Alexander drops the other glove and Johnny picks it up and slides it on his left hand, so now both men have one of the gloves on.

Fat Tony: Oh this is about to get bowling shoe ugly right here Chris

Chris Styles: It is about to get YO MOMA ugly!!!

Fat Tony: Do you really want to go there? I am still 350 pounds little man!

Chris Styles: And I am DA CHEETAH!!!!!!!!!!

Johnny takes the first swing but Koresh gets his arm up and blocks it and lands the first punch. The glass cuts into the cheek of Stylez as he steps back. Koresh takes another swing but Stylez ducks and is able to land a solid shot right to the kidney of Koresh as the glass punctures the skin. Koresh takes a step back and this time its Stylez that nails Koresh right to the face with the glass covered glove and more blood is added to the already punctured face of Koresh. This almost seems to spark something in Koresh as he locks eyes with Stylez and then smiles. Styles swings again but Koresh just smacks it away and nails a clothesline. Stylez pops right back up and Koresh hits a second clothesline. Stylez pops up again and walks right into a snap power slam from Koresh!

Fat Tony: Koresh is building the momentum Chris

Chris Styles: So not a good thing, come on Johnny!

Koresh climbs on top of Stylez and throws right hand after right hand, driving the glass covered shots deep into the face of Stylez. To the forehead, to the nose, to the jaw, to the eye, shot after shot right into the face of Stylez. Koresh gets back to his feet and lets out a giant roar as he throws his arms out to the side and the crowd simply erupts.

FYK.........FYK........FYK.......FYK.......FYK

The camera zooms in on the face of Johnny Stylez as he lies motionless on the mat and all you see is just a massive bloody mess! Stylez somehow stumbles to his feet but you cant see any of his face, just a crimson mask that he is now wearing. Stylez is barely back to his feet when Koresh takes charge and lets loose with a spear and drives Stylez back into the barbed wire ropes and both men crash through the barbed wire and hit the floor as the barbed wire wraps them in a mangled bloody mess on the floor.

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

Fat Tony: ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?! DID THAT JUST HAPPEN??

Chris Styles: I could not agree more with this audience, this is fucking insane!

After several minutes of Koresh and and Stylez trying to separate themselves unsuccessfully, several members of the security staff and medics rush out with some wire cutters and have to cut the two out of the mangled mess. Koresh's vest is ripped off with the barbed wire and all of his scars are on display for the world to see. Stylez is still covered in blood as he is on his hands and knees trying to get away from Koresh who is pulling himself up with the help of the ring steps. Koresh is now turned back around and stalking Stylez as he is back up with the help of the guard rail. SUPER KICK!!!! Stylez comes out of nowhere with a super kick that takes Koresh to the floor and Stylez is back down as well.

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Fat Tony: I am not sure that Stylez has much strength left, I think that super kick was all he had left.

Chris Styles: Koresh is back up!!!

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Fat Tony: Koresh has stopped the ref's count and picked Stylez up! That may be a big mistake!

Chris Styles: I told you, he is too focused on beating up Stylez and not winning this match!

Stylez lands a solid knee right to the groin of Koresh as he gets to his feet and falls back into the ring post which is holding him up. Koresh is double over and Stylez is able to grab the top of his head and hit a face buster out of desperation. Stylez is on the ground and reaches under the ring and pulls out a table. Johnny then grabs a barbed wire wrapped piece of plywood from under the ring. With the little bit of energy he has left, Stylez slides both the table and plywood into the ring. Koresh is getting back up and Stylez walks right into what turns out to be a huge bear hug from Koresh as he tries to squeeze the life right out of Stylez. Johnny is able to hit a few right hands and then a head butt but Koresh will not let go of the hold. Finally Stylez digs his fingers into the eyes of Koresh and just rips at them into the bear hug is released.

Fat Tony: How the hell is Johnny Stylez even still able to stand at this point with all the blood he has lost?

Chris Styles: Because that is what a true champion does, end of story!

Koresh looks to rebound with a clothesline but Stylez gets out of the way and Koresh hits his clothesline to the ring post! Stylez reaches under the ring again and this time comes out with a shovel, but this is not an ordinary shovel, this one is conveniently wrapped in barbed wire! Koresh turns around holding his arm and Stylez hits Koresh right in the gut with the barbed wire shovel and doubles him over. Koresh then takes a wicked massive shovel uppercut right to the face with the barbed wire ripping at his face!

PCW.....PCW.....PCW......PCW.....PCW!!!!!

Fat Tony: YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME? DID JOHNNY JUST HIT A BARBED WIRE SHOVEL UPPERCUT ON KORESH?

Chris Styles: FATALITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Fat Tony: KORESH IS UP!!!!!!!!!

Chris Styles: HOW?! JUST STAY DOWN YOU FUCKING FREAK!!!!

Koresh is staggering around as he is able to break the count and get back to his feet, but just barely. Stylez tosses the shovel into the ring and then grabs the head of Koresh and rolls him into the ring as well. Johnny goes under the ring one last time and this time comes out with a barbed wire wrapped chair as he returns into the ring. Koresh is back up on his feet and Johnny has the chair in front of him and tosses it at Koresh, who catches it. Stylez goes for a kick to the chair but Koresh moves, Koresh now tosses the chair at Stylez, who catches it. Koresh goes for a big boot but Stylez ducks it. Stylez now tosses the chair at Koresh one more time and as soon as he catches it, Stylez leaps in the air and grabs the back of Koresh's head and drives his knees into the barbed wire wrapped chair and drives it into the face of Koresh as he hits a code breaker type move!

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

Chris Styles: BUT THAT HAD TO HURT JOHNNY AS WELL!

Koresh is now pouring blood as a piece of the barbed wire from the chair has now been ripped off and is stuck in the side of his face. Stylez is rolling around holding his knee as it too was driven into the barbed wire.

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Stylez has now sit up the table off to the side of the ring that has the big empty place where the barbed wire ropes used to be.

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Chris Styles: FUCKING KORESH IS BACK UP!!!!!

Stylez has a look of disbelief on his face as he stomps towards Koresh who looks to be still out of it. MELTDOWN!!!!!! Out of left field, Koresh leaps up and hits his finishing move on Stylez and Johnny is now out cold!

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Fat Tony: What is Koresh doing?

Chris Styles: He is going for the third bag hanging over the corner

Fat Tony: Do we really need more weapons introduced into this match that has seen Johnny Stylez become a bloody meat sack and Koresh have what looks to be yet another permanent scar from that piece of barbed wire hanging out of his face?

Chris Styles: Probably not, but do you want to go up there and take the bag from him?

Fat Tony: Good point

Koresh opens the bag and pulls out a squeeze bottle full of lighter fluid and a zippo lighter as the smile grows on his face. Koresh walks over to the sit up table and begins to soak it in lighter fluid. Stylez is now finally back to his feet and is looking at Koresh who has his back turned. Stylez looks down to see the shovel right under Koresh and Stylez runs up and jumps on the handle of the shovel and sends the barbed wire wrapped end right up into the balls of Koresh who drops everything in his hands and falls to the ground screaming in pain!

Chris Styles: Ok this has officially gotten WAY too out of hand, that is just not cool

Stylez now takes and places the shovel right over the face of Koresh and proceeds to climb up the corner. Stylez leaps off with a double foot stomp but somehow Koresh rolls out of the way and Stylez misses! Koresh is up and hits a clothesline, then another and then wraps his hands around the throat of Stylez and lifts him high into the air! After a few moments Koresh brings Styelz crashing down to the mat with a huge double choke bomb! Koresh now goes to the outside and is looking under the ring as he pulls out a ladder!

Fat Tony: OH PLEASE GOD NO! SOMEONE IS ABOUT TO DIE!!!

Koresh has a wild look in his eyes as he tosses the ladder down and grabs the barbed wire chair instead. koresh now climbs up the corner and the crowd is on their feet. Koresh leaps off the top and uses the chair as he hit his Mecca Toad Splash!!!!

Chris Styles: Huge frog splash from a 300 pound man and if that was not enough, the barbed wire chair was in between the two men!

Fat Tony: Why do both of these men just want to hurt themselves?

Chris Styles: Because if it hurts their opponent then it doesn't matter what it does to them!

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Fat Tony: Both men are somehow on their feet yet again!

Koresh and Stylez trade right hands until Stylez hits a jawbreaker that sends Koresh stumbling back into the barbed wire ropes. Stylez then runs and hits a dropkick that digs the barbed wire into the back of Koresh and pretty much binds him to the ropes at this point. With that Stylez makes his way up and grabs the final bag and reveals to everyone it is his old friend and the very same tool that helped him with the NEW World title for the first time, his teaser! Johnny is playing with it as he approaches Koresh who can not move from the ropes.

Chris Styles: Johnny is toying with him right now. this match is over

Fat Tony: Don't count Koresh out just yet, both these men have went through hell and one move could end it for either man!

Koresh screams in pain as he somehow is able to kick Johnny away from him enough to then force himself off the barbed wire and back to his feet! The blood is gushing from his back as you can see where it has ripped and torn his flesh. Johnny tries to use the teaser again but Koresh knocks it out of his hand and then explodes with a huge boot right to the face! Koresh now looks over to the already saturated table to his left and smiles. He picks up the barbed wire wrapped plywood and tosses it on top of the table. Koresh now sits up the ladder on the other side of the ring before finally grabbing the lighter and sitting the whole mess of table and barbed wire a blaze!

Chris Styles: THIS IS NOT GOOD

Koresh goes after Stylez, but Johnny is climbing up the ladder to get away from him and the burning table. Koresh decides to climb up the other side of the ladder and the two meet at the top. They trade right hands for a moment but Koresh hits a headbutt that gives him the advantage.

Fat Tony: I think koresh is about to suplex Stylez through that burning table off the ladder!

Chris Styles: Oh god no!!!!

Koresh has Stylez hooked for the superplex but Stylez is able to bring his left hand up and Koresh begins to convulse on the top of the ladder!

Fat Tony: DID JOHNNY JUST USE THE TEASER?!

Chris Styles: THAT'S MY MOTHER FUCKING DAWG!!!!

Koresh is unstable on top of the ladder and Stylez smashes his head into the top of the ladder a few times to get him in the right position. Stylez now jumps over Koresh and does a sunset flip and pulls Koresh down with him as he somehow power bomb's Koresh from the top of the ladder and down through the burning mess of table and barbed wire and crashing to the mat in a huge thud!

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

Fat Tony: .....................

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Fat Tony: DID JOHNNY MAKE IT UP??

[DING DING]

Taylor Davis: Your winner, AND STILL PCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, LA JOHNNY STYLEZ!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chris Styles: HE DID IT! JOHNNY MADE IT BACK UP!

Fat Tony: I CAN NOT BELIEVE WHAT I HAVE SEEN HERE TONIGHT! I CAN HONESTLY SAY I HOPE I NEVER SEE A MATCH LIKE THIS AGAIN!

Chris Styles: Johnny is missing half of his face and his back and chest is ripped to shreds! Koresh has quarter inch tears in his back, a piece of his cheek is missing and from the looks of it he is pretty badly burned!

Fat Tony: This will go down as quite possibly the most brutal match in WRESTLING HISTORY!!!!!

Chris Styles: Say what you want to about Johnny Stylez, but he came out here tonight and proved to every single person alive today why he is the PCW World champion and there is no doubting that fact!

Fat Tony: I will give you that but by god you have got to give it up for Alexander Koresh for the effort he put up in this match and when he gets out of the hospital in like a year! I am sure he will be right back in the hunt for the championship!

Chris Styles: I will give you that Tony, but tonight belongs to the Don of Disrespect!!!! Thank you for watching Tokyo Terror ladies and gentleman and we will see you for a very special Thanksgiving edition of Insanity next Thursday! Good night folks and please god don't try this at home!!!!