The camera pans back up from commercial. Fat Tony and Chris Styles are sat at ringside. The ring has been set up with a table with a set of chairs around it. A group of PCW Security are stationed around the ring.
Fat Tony (Looking at his schedule): "Eh??? Chris, it seems that my schedule say's it's time for our main event. Its time for the PCW World Heavyweight Championship title match at PCW : Tokyo Terror‘s contract signing."
Chris Styles: “Oh that means one thing…….”
Chris looks from side to side, nervously and then reaches under the Announce table. He brings up a Builder's Hard Hat and put's it on.
Chris Styles: "You can never be to confidant!!!!!! Especially with Alexander Koresh in the ring."
Fat Tony: “What? With him? No, it’s the cRu that have been causing all the trouble around here lately.”
The cheers around the arena turn to boos.
Chris Styles: “Oh, here comes the boss. And he looks all business tonight.”
Ryan Pugh appears at the top of the ramp way, dressed in a cRu t-shirt and carrying a clipboard. He looks out over the crowd for a moment before striding down the ramp way towards the ring. A familiar chant rises from the crowd as he made his way into the ring but he paid it no heed. When he reaches the centre of the ring it grows to a deafening level.
Crowd: “ASS-hole……………ASS-hole……………ASS-hole……………ASS-hole……………”
Pugh stands in the centre of the ring for what seems like hours, he glares at the heckling audience. With a half-smile breaking on the side of his face, Pugh raises the microphone.
Ryan Pugh: “It gives me great pleasure to announce the main event for PCW : Tokyo Terror pay per view. Live from Tokyo, Johnny Stylez will put his PCW World Heavyweight Championship belt on the line against none other than Alexander Koresh.”
At the mere mention of Koresh’s name sends the crowds into a cheering frenzy.
Crowd: “FYK……………………FYK…………………….FYK”
With the smirk still visible on his face, Pugh raises the microphone again to speak.
Ryan Pugh: “Really? You cheer for him? After what he’s done and you cheer him? But please join with me in introducing to you one of the founding members of the cRu, the PCW World Heavyweight Champion, Louisiana’s first son, the Paragona of Americana………And a friend of mine. It is none other than Johnny Stylez!!!!!!!!”
The crowds start to boo but every so often a cheer can be heard for the returning home Johnny Stylez.
Upon the screen flashes the sentence, ‘4:19 GOT A MINUTE??’ as green smoke begins to fill the entry way. The arena goes completely black. And then...
As an explosion of pyros, ‘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.’ crosses the screen.
"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 Ryan Pugh and playfully slaps him over the head a few times, before knuckling up with him and then goes and sits down on one of the chairs whilst using another for his feet.
Ryan Pugh: “Good to have you out here mate. We could chat but we better get this sorted. We need the challenger out here to get this thing signed. So Koresh. Get your freaky ass out here! NOW!”
Johnny yawns and rubs the title belt.
Ryan Pugh: “Come on you sick fuck!”
Chris Styles: “Maybe he’s afraid?”
Fat Tony: “Really? The Anti-cRu Superstar doesn’t fear them.”
Chris Styles: “Yeah right. He’s probably hiding away in some cellar with that skank of a sister of his.”
Fat Tony: “Wow, you’re calling Emily a skank, live on PCW Insanity?”
Chris Styles: “Ehh, Yes? Why?
Fat Tony: “She’s going to John Wayne Bobbitt you.”
The arena goes black once again.
Chris Styles: “Oh here he comes.”
Fat Tony: “Wonder if his sister is with him.”
Chris Styles: “Shut up.”
Deep shadow covers the screen.
Parts of the screen slowly lighten up to reveal what appears to be a silhouette.
Chris Styles: “Come on. Don‘t sling it. Bring it.”
The arena drops into darkness as this movie is playing out on the big screen. Suddenly pyros explode in front of the big screen, as the fans literally jump from the shock. The roving arm of the overhead camera picks out people in the crowd. As they realize there on the screen they hold the signs higher. Yellow strobes cut around the arena as red smoke billows from underneath the grating on the ramp way. The whole entranceway bursts into flames. A figure can be seen on the other side of the flames; He seems to have a hood up.
The man with one hand, reaches up to the hood and pulls it free. His face is pale and drawn, his hair hangs in dreadlocks and his beard is growing, its Alexander Koresh.
He stands motionless, emotionless. Then on some unseen signal he launches himself forward into the flames without a seconds thought, his dark eyes glaze over. He stands with his arms outstretched like a crucifixion. Flames lick around his head and engulf his clothing, yet he emerges from the other side unscathed.
Alex, dressed in his street clothes slowly walks down the ramp way. As he passes a camera he stops and looks directly into the lens. He sees a sign in the crowd and grabs it holding it up to the camera. It says “Anti-cRu Superstar=Money”
He climbs between the ropes and strides to the far side of the ring ignoring both members of the cRu. Climbing the turnbuckle he lifts his arms up high too the cheers of the crowd. Flash bulbs blink from all around the arena catching this moment in history.
He gets down and looks around he nods his head and stands in the middle of the ring, and roars as pyros explode behind him making Pugh jump.
Chris Styles: “What’s he going to do?”
Fat Tony: “Yeah, the Sadistic Bastard is back in the house.”
Chris Styles: “This isn’t the Alexander Koresh show. This is the House of cRu.”
The smoke clears in the ring and Alexander leans over the ropes and grabs a microphone off of one of the ring crew. He returns to the centre of the ring tapping the microphone making sure it is working; He looks around the arena awaiting the people to be quiet so he can talk. He looks around before suddenly noticing Johnny sat with his feet up.
Chris Styles: “There still cheering for him Tony?”
Fat Tony: “Alex is a fan favourite, go figure. Anyone that stands up to the cRu is it seems.”
Alex walks around the ring for a few seconds before smiling.
A cheer goes up.
Alexander Koresh: “Oh hello Johnny. You quite comfortable there? Do you want a cushion for your feet?”
Johnny just smirks at him.
Alexander Koresh: “Hello Pugh. How they hanging?”
Ryan gets right in Alexander’s face and angrily brings his microphone up to his mouth.
Ryan Pugh: “Shut it. We’re out here for a reason. So crack on. Get this thing signed.”
Alexander steps back with a smile on his face. He nods at Johnny.
Alexander Koresh: “So…..Shut up Pugh. I’ve got to say something first. Sit yourself down son. Do you want Johnny to play some soothing banjo for you Country boy? He knows Duelling Banjos or maybe some other hick trailer park trash song to sooth the beast in you dude.”
Ryan shrugs his shoulders and angrily sits.
Alexander Koresh: “Alexander Koresh is having the best time of his recent career here in PCW. The PCW fans have taken me to there hearts for one reason. They want to see the demise of the cRu. Who would have thought it? Who would have……A few months back I was out in a NEW ring very similar to this. I had just been kicked out of cRu for being me. I was pissed off, yes I think you guys got that but instead of fighting back I came out here to announce my retirement. Yes, I said it. I was going to throw the towel in and quit this business once and for all. A business that has been good to me. But something changed that night. Was it the return of Jason Scene that night? The return of the blandest superstar on the NEW roster. No, not really, the upstart tried to upstage Alexander Koresh’s retirement speech but he doesn’t even register on my radar especially since I beat the fucker. Is it because of my relationship with Aurora?”
The fans go crazy as Alexander Koresh approaches the camera and blows a kiss down the lens.
A cheer goes up around the arena.
Alexander Koresh: “I could have left NEW anytime but my Aurora. No, she would be in my life…….Especially now she is……….Any way, where was I? Oh yes. The reason I didn’t retire was because I was approached by you, Ryan Pugh. Ryan came to me and told me about his ideas to bring back Pugh Championship Wrestling. And that he wanted to bring Alexander Koresh into it as one of its key franchises. Why did I trust you? Why? You have screwed me over many times, with the whole Business stable, then with the cRu. But I trusted you. But the bearded inbred screwed me once again. So what do I do? I screw the fucktard over by getting back in cRu business?”
He looks into the camera and smiles before turning and looking at Pugh.
Alexander Koresh: “I made a mental pact on that day, to destroy the cRu and those that stand in my way. You see, I always get my way. I’ve ended more careers than most of the roster. Hell, even XXX threw the towel in and ran away from Alexander Koresh before he could lose his PCW Insane title to the number one contender namely me. He let Jesse Styles beat him and ran. Ran with his tail between his legs all the way to some retirement home in Miami playing shuffleboard with all those other fuckers that got in my way. But must not change subject. Where was I? Oh it began a few weeks ago when I helped the Femme Fatales take something precious from the cRu. Namely the PCW Tag Championship belts.”
Johnny yawns as Alexander walks around the ring.
Alexander Koresh: “Johnny you weren’t too pleased? Oh boo hoo. Go get yourself some tissues. Its only going to get worse for you my friend. You think because Jesse Styles and Ryan Pugh in the cRu that I will change my mind and go running for the hills? If you think that your more of a moron than I think you are and that’s saying something. I’m coming to take that PCW World Heavyweight Championship belt from around your waist………But you know that, otherwise I wouldn’t be here today.”
He pauses trying to remember something.
Alexander Koresh: “Oh I heard your little radio show the other night. You guys can talk the fucking talk, I‘ll give you that, but come on guys, I think you take yourself way too serious. Its either that or you‘ve been cooking up to much of your own stash Johnny? Hey? You been smoking your Blue Oyster shit? Were you guys as high as fucking kites?”
He smiles as he looks out at the crowd.
Alexander Koresh: “Tokyo’s going to be interesting. I’m looking forward to it. You see destruction is always required before rebirth and now that Alexander is free of cRu he can do what he does best. That is just destroy everything in his path, like a fucking natural disaster. Its not just the cRu that has to worry about Alex’s wrath. We will destroy this cancer that is holding PCW down. Look at what I did to your boy Jesse Styles.”
The crowd cheer.
Alexander Koresh: “You see what I did to him last week on Insanity? Did you see it Johnny? And let me tell you, it was easy and I loved it. Jesse was just the start in the crusade against you guys. But don‘t get me started on you.”
Ryan Pugh: “Have you said enough? Sign this shit and we can all go home.”
Alexander Koresh laughs before turning back to Pugh.
Alexander Koresh: “What? Gotta get home to your trailer park? Have you got make Abraham‘s squeal like a little piggy?”
He smiles into the camera.
Alexander Koresh: “Are you mentally prepared for what is to come? Alexander has decided he’s not going to wait for the gold to come to him. I’m going to go and get it. So Johnny, you hold gold and think its precious to you, you better have eyes in the back of your goddamn head as Alexander Koresh is coming for you in Tokyo, so stick that deep into that grey matter of yours and make sure it sticks. Any other thoughts are going to get them cold slabbed, toe tagged and mailed home to your momma in a plastic bag…….Are we crystal? Are we fucking crystal dude? Did I stutter bitch?”
Ryan Pugh shrugs his shoulders.
Alexander Koresh: “Oh do you have a short memory Johnny? Do you not remember? To many drugs dude? Let me reminder you. Picture this, a NEW ring, one on corner is Johnny Stylez…….and on the other is little old me. Remember Johnny? No? Well let’s remind everybody. Do you remember Grand Falls Johnny?”
He points at the big screen. Upon it comes the one and only singles match Alexander Koresh then known as Nocturnal has had with the then NEW Collision Champion, Johnny Stylez.
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 his opponent and or the bell.
Jill Mathews: “And here comes our Collision Champion!”
Jim Floss: “But for how long will he be our champion is the question? I mean he’s got to face Al Envy in Texas, and then whoever wins that might have Nocturnal after them. The Collision Title might as well have a target drawn across the front of it.”
Jill Mathews: “And as the ref looks at both opponents, before he calls for the bell and it’s time to GET IT ON!”
Nocturnal stares down Johnny as Stylez stands up from the turnbuckle, yawning mockingly before he comes into the middle of the ring. The pair of them lock up before Nocturnal raises an arm in the air, bringing down a hard haymaker in the side of Johnny’s head, flooring him. Stylez looks up to Noc, who simply stands over him with a smile.
Jill Mathews: “And I think Johnny just realized how seriously he should be taking this match.”
Jim Floss: “Well I honestly doubt Nocturnal likes to be made a joke of, and I think it might be time for Johnny to quit the jokes.”
Stylez gets to his feet, rubbing his face slightly after the blow. As he gets up, Nocturnal goes over to him, delivering a harsh blow to the gut of Stylez before grabbing him and throwing him to the ropes. As Johnny comes back, Nocturnal jumps into the air, attempting to hit The Meltdown, but Stylez quickly gets his arms up and pushes Noc off before he can complete the move. As Nocturnal hit the ground, he quickly rolls back to him feet, simply smiling at Johnny, baring his fangs at him.
Jill Mathews: “Looks like Nocturnal wanted to end this one quickly.”
Jim Floss: “With Johnny? Hell that guys been in killer Iron man matches. He can go for DAYS if it gets him a win.”
Suddenly Johnny pounces at Nocturnal, going for a super kick before Nocturnal ducks underneath it. Stylez however, is quick to move as he grabs onto Noc’s head and Johnny lifts his other leg, bringing Nocturnal down for the X-factor. Nocturnal rolls away, grabbing his face as Johnny gets back to his feet, lifting Nocturnal up and bitch slapping him across the face a few times before throwing him to the ropes with an Irish Whip, as Nocturnal comes back, Johnny grabs the back of him head, and hits the Running Bulldog, and quickly going for a pin.”
ONE…
TWO…
Jill Mathews: “And Nocturnal kicks out.”
Jim Floss: “Excellent transition from Johnny there. Seamlessly going from one move to the next.”
Quickly Johnny gets to his feet, delivering some harsh kicks to Nocturnal as Noc grabs Johnny’s foot and pushes it away to stop the kicking, before he quickly raises his arm for a low blow to Stylez, knocking him to his knees before Noc delivers another hard punch to Johnny’s face, flooring him once again and going for a pin of his own.
ONE…
TWO…
Jill Mathews: “And Stylez with the arm up!”
Jim Floss: “And Nocturnal is not happy about that one!”
As Noc tries to convince the ref of the three count, Johnny slowly gets to his feet before he strikes out with a forearm shot to the back of head, knocking Nocturnal to the floor. Stylez quickly grabs the hair of Noc, pulling him over to the ropes, and placing his neck on the bottom one before he strikes out with a harsh elbow drop onto Noc’s back, choking him with the rope before getting to his feet and attempting to do it again, before Nocturnal rolls out the way, and Stylez hits nothing but canvas, holding his arm in pain.
Jill Mathews: “And Noc is back to his feet and it looks like he’s bringing Johnny with him.”
Jim Floss: “I don’t even want to think what he has in mind for Stylez!”
Noc quickly Irish Whips Johnny into the corner, Johnny screaming in pain as his back hits the turnbuckle, before Nocturnal comes running with a Body Avalanche. Right at the last moment, Stylez raises his knees up, holding the ropes for leverage, and Noc hits them, winded as his body weight makes contact of Johnny’s knees, before falling to the ground. Stylez quickly grabs the downed Noc and forces his head under his arm, before Johnny turns to the camera. Stylez points to it, looking into the lens with a smile on his face as he points to the camera, then his eyes, and finally down to Nocturnal.
Jill Mathews: “Looks like we’re setting up for The Curtain Jerker…”
Jim Floss: “And a clear message to Al as to what’s to come.”
Johnny simply nods his head before Nocturnal twists his body sideways, grabbing Stylez’s head and leg, before rising himself upright. With Johnny on his shoulders, Nocturnal smiles before he falls down, planting Stylez with The Face of Chaos.
Jill Mathews: “AND NOCTURNAL COUNTERS!”
Jim Floss: “Well if Johnny didn’t take so long taunting a guy who wasn’t here, he wouldn’t be in this predicament!”
Jill Mathews: “And Noc goes for the pin!”
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
Jill Mathews: “AND JOHNNY GETS THE ARM UP, BUT IT’S TOO LATE!”
Brandy Boss: “And your winner, via result of a pinfall, NOCTURNAL!”
The camera pans back to the ring, now.
Ryan Pugh: “Is that all you got?”
Alexander puts his hand up, halting Pugh.
Alexander Koresh: “Do you want me to start on you Pugh? How’d our match go down? Oh wait, yes I got the win. But you’re changing the subject. Johnny……Johnny Stylez, do you want to do this? Do you have the bollocks to put that strap of yours on the line against someone like me? Do you think I will not relish in rending the flesh from your bones? Do you think I will not enjoy decorating the arena with your entrails. Oh come on Johnny smile. Its not going to be that bad boy……..Okay yes it will but at least one of us will enjoy ourselves. Come on Johnny you know that every things got a price.”
Alexander grabs the clipboard out of Pugh’s hands. He looks at it for a few seconds as if he’s reading it. Then he looks at Johnny for a few seconds before a sadistic smile crosses his face. He picks up the pen and signs. Then he throws it at Ryan Pugh.
Alexander Koresh: “There you go, now dude you better put your affairs in order because I’m coming for you and that strap of yours.”
He turns to leave.
Ryan Pugh: “Where you going? You’ve flapped you gums at us, now it’s the champs turn to talk. Johnny?”
Johnny hops down walks over and takes the mic from Pugh. He looks to his left and looks to his right. His arrogant smirk grows even wider as he soaks in the comfort of being at home. In the only place in the entire world where people don't completely boo him out of the building. Ohh they still boo alright, but not all of them. Yet Johnny turns back to Koresh and before slinging the...HIS PCW World Heavyweight Championship Belt back over his shoulder he walks right up to Koresh's face and holds the title high in the air. The fans let out a pop as Johnny then backs up laughing as he puts the mic to his lips and begins to speak...
LA Johnny Stylez: You all done there TinkerBeLL? For the LoVe of GAWD I HOPE SO, because well while you obviously came prepared with a video presentation and everything, which was well...
!!!!!CuTe!!!!!
...But Lets Not Get Too Far Ahead Of OurSeLVeS JUST YET, K PuMpKiN???
Because let me make one thing abundantly clear to you ASSHAT, and to every single one of these fans here in this arena and the ones sitting at home watching this with their jaws dropped. You talk a very big game Alexander, and well congrats to you on that because I'm sure you have even yourself convinced that you have a shot at taking this belt off of me at ToKyO TeRRoR, but as usual it is my job to be the unfortunate bearer of bad news when I look you dead in your beedy little eyes and firmly tell you the truth! The truth you know and feel deep down in that pasty white gut of yours that is silently whispering to you right now as I speak. Telling you the truth that you know, I know, and all of these fans know. Telling you the one thing that you ignored long enough to spit out that bullshit you just spat out, wasting my and everyone elses time. And that truth Mrs. Koresh is simple. You up until this point have done absolutely NOTHING BUT
!!!!!T.A.L.K.!!!!!!
So Do Me A FaVoR PRiNCE$$ and CLOOOOOOSEEEEEE YOUR
!!!!!CoCKSuCKeR!!!!!
...And LeMMe TeLL YA HoW ThIS SHITs ReaLLy GuNNa Go DoWn!!!!
You're gunna come to Tokyo next week, head full of steam...All excited and what not. But no matter what you try and no matter what you do, just like every other time in the past I dunno year and a half you Alexander Koresh are going to be like that phucking tooth pick in your pants and you're just gunna end up
!!!!CoMiNG UP SHORT!!!!
...I DO STILL TALK TO APATHY YA KNOW?
But that is besides the point. And you know why I can look you in your eyes and tell you that you are going to come up short Alexander? Because it's what I have done for the past two and a half years. And believe me you may think what you said and presented here tonight is something original, but lets be real here for a second phuck stick. Do you really think you are the first person to walk out to the center of this ring or any other ring Ive been in the middle of in the past year and vow to everyone who would listen to be the one to shut me up? To be the one to keep me from succeding, to keep me from walking out STILL THE PCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION? And see it's that point right there that let's us change from the bad news to the
!!!!!EvEN WoRsE NeWz!!!!!
BeCaUse YES TiNKeRBeLL IT DOES GET MUCH MUCH WORSE!!!!
ANd the even worse news is Alexander Koresh while you may blame Jesse Styles and the NEW for holding you down, and yes while Ryan Pugh brought you over here because it would provide you and opportunity to show us and the world that you still go it. The sad part about it is...I'M HERE MOTHER PHUCKER! And as long as I'm here I will be wearing this phucking title you see slung over my shoulder. Because unlike you Alexander LA Johnny Stylez....The Paragona of Americana...THE PCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION ALWAYS...ALWAYS...
!!!!A.L.W.A.Y.Z.!!!!
FINDS A WAY TO WIN!!!!
Even in situations when I lose! Just like that video tape you just showed about the night you got lucky and pinned my shoulders to the mat 1....2....3. Because let me ask you a question dip shit. What happened after that? I got back up and I kept going...And that is why I am standing in front of you right now and will be standing on your phucking face in seven days still wearing THIS!!!
Johnny then once again holds the title high in the air as the fans let out another pop.
LA Johnny Stylez: Because one thing you forgot to add to your little butt phuck video package Alex, was what happened to you after you beat me? Well...Wait....what's the matter sweetheart? Have you FoRGoTTeN? Well if you have...
!!!!!DoN'T WORRY!!!!!
I STILL REMEMBER....
So if it's a history lesson you are trying to give these people well then please allow me to finish up where you left off! What happened to the "great" Alexander Koresh on the biggest night of his life when he beat LA Johnny Stylez on Collision?
!!!!N.O.T.H.I.N.G.!!!!!
UnLeSS YOu WaNNa CoUnT BeInG ONE OF THE DON OF DISRESPECT'S PAWNZ!!!!!
Because you're right Alex, we did phuck you over...We did use you...And guess what...YOU WERE DUMB ENOUGH TO LET US DO IT!!!! And that has lead us to this. ANd while this may seem like some fairy tale cinderalla man story for you...Once again I am here to unfortantely inform you that this is anything BUT THAT! As a matter of fact it's the exact opposite. Because I am going to use your sorry ass one more time, because maybe this time around when we use you...WE WILL ACTUALLY GET SOME SUCCESS OUT OF YOUR SORRY ASS!!! And what am I going to use you for, you may wonder? Well it's all actually very simple Phuck Mook! I am going to use what small teeny tiny credibility, your worthless name has left to build the credibility of this title you see slung over my shoulder! I am going to take your persona of violence and what not and use it to make myself look bigger and badder than you ever thought about being. Because once again Alex we go right back to the truth...And the truth you are going to learn and realize the hard way in seven days is that I AM
!!!!BiGGeR AND BADDER!!!!!
THAN YOUR SIMPLE ASS EVER THOUGHT ABOUT BEING!!!!
ANd on top of that TinKERBELL I am going to take everything you just spent Gawd KNOWS how long wasting my and everyone elses time saying...ANd I am going to shove ir right back down your bitch ass throat...And then I am going to do a RiVeR DAnCe ON YOUR FOREHEAD the moment the ref hands me my title and the ring announcer pics up the mic to announce to all of those Japanese fans who have sold out the Tokyo Dome as still the mother phucking PCW Heavyweight Champion of THE WORLD...In other words Gomez Adams...The Don of DiSResPECT is going to use your worthless and pathetic carcass and existence to FORCE you, everyone in that phucking locker room and everyone else watching around the world to
!!!!!SOAK!!!!!
!!!!!SoMe!!!!
!!!!!!UP!!!!!!
...And I am so glad you Signed This Got Damn Death Warrant...I Mean CONTRACT!!!!
Because it's like this dickhead...
Johnny then leans over and signs his name on the contract as he looks back up at Alexander Koresh then at Pugh and laughs, then turns back to Koresh and arrogantly smirks as he puts the mic back to his lips...
LA Johnny Stylez: This is OUR WORLD....YOU ARE PLAYING OUR GAME, BY OUR RULEZ! And in our world there aint no phucking rules accept survive...but not only that....WIN! And well the reason you are going down at Tokyo Terror Koresh is while you are very good at surviving the one thing I am EONSSSSS
~$~BETTERTHANu~$~
AT...IS WINNING!!!!
So don't get too excited and don't make any promises to those dumb skanks waiting for you in the back. Because you are still going to walk back to the locker room next week on pay per view, empty phucking handed, and then you and Apathy can then compare notes about how the DON OF DISRESPECT MADE YOU BOTH
!!!!SOAK!!!!
!!!!SoMe!!!!
!!!!!UP!!!!!
...SoUnDZ SO NICE YA HAD TO HEAR IT TWICE MOTHER PHUCKER!!!!
...Here ya go Pugh finish off this eulogy!!!!
Johnny then hands the mic to Pugh as he throws the pen at Alexander.
Pugh: Oh and Alex, there is one little thing I may have forgot to mention to you before you signed this contract and Johnny there is a little something you need to know as well. First off it states in here that no member of the cRu, not even me, will be allowed to come down to the ring or get involved in anyway shape or form in this match or you Johnny will be stripped of the title and it will be handed to Koresh. The second thing is that this match will not be just any normal match, hell it will not even be any normal PCW title match. NO! This match will be held under PCW Deathmatch rules! This means the ring will be surrounded in barbed wire that will replace the ropes. In each corner will be a bag that hold some form of weapon in it. One bag will be filled with a weapon picked by Koresh, one filled by Stylez and the other two will be filled by me and will be a mystery until they are opened in the match. This match will not end until one man can not go anymore. Pinfall or submission WILL NOT have any part of this match. You must keep your opponent down for the full ten count in order to be called PCW World Heavyweight Champion!
So boys I am expecting you two to put on the show of a lifetime and show the world what PCW is all about. And after you have lost Alexander, I will make sure I reward you well for making this a great match! And every single one of you better not miss it or you will be sorry!
Pugh smiles as he tosses the mic onto the table and grabs the signed contract from both men and exits the ring. Stylez and Koresh get nose to nose as Johnny smirks and holds up his PCW World title and Koresh doesn't move an inch as the copyright flashes across the bottom of the screen and we fade to black!
