Insanity (10) Results

[Ryan Pugh]

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

Fat Tony: Hello everyone and I hope you have had a merry Christmas because tonight PCW has some late presents for all of you

Chris Styles: And I cant wait, I hope I am on the naughty list Tony

Fat Tony: I am sure you are at the top of that list Chris

Chris Styles: No, the top of that list has got to be Apathy who straight up stole the PCW World title at XXXmas

Fat Tony: The only thing she stole Chris was the show and honestly I could not be more proud of her. She stands here tonight as the PCW World champion and not even Johnny Stylez or Ryan Pugh can take that away from her. But lets talk about the bomb shell hat was dropped on us at XXXmas

Chris Styles: You mean about that whore trying to mess with Ryan again?

Fat Tony: You better watch how you talk about Sarah Pugh, she is your new boss after all

Chris Styles: Whatever, she can get in line with the rest of them to have a shot at DA Cheetah!

Fat Tony: But folks I am telling you, you should have been there in the Hammerstein Ballroom when Sarah Pugh made her announcement, that place was electric to say the least. And if that wasn't enough, Shane Sparx will be making his in ring debut for PCW here tonight after being involved in a trade of sorts that sent the new Southern Champion, Al Envy to NEW!

Chris Styles: Just another move that proves why her dumb ass doesn't need to be in power Tony



Fat Tony: Speak of the devil, here comes your new boss Chris

Chris Styles: Unless she is wearing nothing but a Santa hat, I am not interested

Fat Tony: Well it looks like you got the Santa hat part right

Sarah Pugh comes out to a loud ovation as she sports a Santa hat and a version of a Mrs. Claus outfit that barely comes down past her bottom with knee high leather boots and a smile from ear to ear. She makes her way down to the ring and takes a mic as the music dies down.

Sarah: Well happy holidays everyone, how are we doing here tonight?

The crowd erupts again as she smiles to the cheep pop

Sarah: At XXXmas we all saw the changing of the guard, no longer is the cRu in control of PCW, this is now a level playing field for every member of that locker room back there. If you want proof then look no further then the new World champ herself Apathy. No longer will my husband and his band of idiots make this their own personal playground, not while I am around. As a matter of fact their is only one thing that didn't go as planned for me at XXXmas and that was Al Envy walking away to NEW with a PCW belt on his shoulder, but believe me, I have got some plans for him.

Pugh: The only plans you have are to shut the hell up and let me run my company so we can be the best instead of you running it into the ground.

The crowd lets Pugh have it as he and Johnny Stylez emerge from the back and onto the stage. Ryan simply shakes his head and waves his hand as Inkt, Al Envy and Aaron Abraham now all emerge from the back to join the dynamic duo of Pugh and Stylez. They all begin to make their way towards the ring as Pugh continues to talk.

Pugh: Sarah I don't think you realize just how over your head you are right now sweetheart. How did dealing with the talent work for you this week? How long is it going to be before you understand that this is not something you can do? This is a job for a wrestling genius like me, not a know nothing cunt like you!

The cRu all step into the ring as Sarah backs up against the ropes behind her to give them plenty of room.

Pugh: You have had power for just a few days and already look at the havoc you have caused. Under your control, PCW has lost our Southern Heavyweight Champion to NEW. We have a unstable and injury prone bitch as the World champion. I mean come on, she had a seizure in the middle of the match at XXXmas and from what I have been told, she only has a limited time left. And let me guess, the little team you have put together for World War X is going to be full of Devin Stone and Jake Youngblood, right?

Sarah: Actually, its funny you bring that up dear because that is one of the main reasons I came out here tonight.

Pugh: Oh I cant wait to hear this, lay it on me darling

Sarah: Well the first member of the team will be the newest member of the PCW roster, Shane Sparx!!!

Pugh: Yeah I figured that one was coming

Sarah: The next member of the team is your one and only World Heavyweight champion, APATHY!

Pugh: 0-2 genius

Sarah: Tommy Kain is number three

Pugh: Jesus Christ this is the worst team ever

Sarah: Well then the last two members are fitting because they are standing behind you and they are just as much of a cancer to this company as you are. Johnny Stylez and Inkt are the final two members of team PCW!

Pugh: Well its about time you made a decision that actually helps PCW, but I have some bad news for you dear. You do not own PCW, you merely have a say in the operations but dear I still have the final say and this little team of yours is not going to go down like that. I have some changes to make

Sarah: Well that actually brings me to the other point I came out to make. See you used to have the final say around here but that is no longer the case.

Pugh: What the hell are you talking about? Did you forget to take your crazy pills again?

Sarah: Well Ryan in case you have forgot already, we made a little ruling between the two of us that if anyone got involved in the main event at XXXmas then they were going to be fired. Do you remember that?

Pugh: Yeah, whats your point

Sarah: Well my point is that your fat ass got right in the middle of it and that means I have the great pleasure to say something I never thought possible..........

YOUR FIRED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pugh: YOU CANT DO THAT!!!!!

Sarah: Oh you bet your ass I can and I just did, however I am a fair women and that means I have to release Aurora Deadwood from her PCW contract as well for her involvement in the match. Now PCW and myself wish both of you the best in your future endeavors. Now Ryan I am still going to allow you to team up with your blue haired boyfriend tonight in the main event because that is what is best for business and to be honest, its about time you started to earn your keep around here.

Pugh: You are going to pay for this bitch, I swear to god you will pay!

Sarah: Oh honey, you shouldn't swear to god like that, its not nice. And speaking of people earning their keep around here, there is a certain brother of yours that hasn't really done shit around here since you hired him.

Pugh: you leave Brian out of this, this is between you and me witch!

Sarah: I wish I could honey but Brian is a paid employee of PCW and well he hasn't really been pulling his weight has he? So next week when PCW invades Disney Land for our next super show, Brian Pugh will team up with his new little friend, Dougie.

The look on Inkt's face could freeze a lion in his tracks. It took Johnny, Al and Abraham to try and hold the man of war back as Ryan was waving for them to let him go.

Sarah: And they will be facing the newly formed team of Alexander Koresh and Redrum, SUITED FOR A STRAIGHT JACKET!!!! So Ryan I hope you have fun tonight, because after tonight I don't ever want to see you in PCW again!

Sarah drops the mic and the smile on her face is ear to ear as she exits the ring. The entire cRu is going crazy in the ring and we cut to commercial

[Ryan Pugh]

We return from the first batch of commercials during the evening’s events to witness Santino Piazza and the newly-recruited Devin Stone inside the ring, Stone and Piazza focusing on each other the entire time. The bell resounds as the crowd warm to this opening match of night, Stone strolling out from his corner as Piazza takes a cautious approach, noting Stone’s towering size.

Fat Tony: Welcome back to Insanity folks! We are in the midst of this opening match between Santino Piazza and the self-proclaimed “Iconic Legend” Devin Stone, who came to PCW with Dan Devine after the former’s return.

Chris Styles: He’s also the BIG NASTY! Don’t forget that one!

Fat Tony: Erm ... sure...

Stone has struck Piazza with a powerful right hand, dropping his opponent who scrambles back to his feet. Santino tries a shoulder barge against Devin, but the former NEW Trans-Atlantic Champion and NEW Tag Team Champion doesn’t budge, watching as Santino tries it again to no avail. That’s when Santino glares at Devin and slaps him in the face, Stone looking away after the connection.

Chris Styles: ... Oh ... shit...

Fat Tony: Big mistake right there!

Chris Styles: He’s going to get NASTY!

Stone growls as he turns to Santino, grasping him by the throat and looking for a Chokeslam! However, Santino, wraps around Stone and rears back, both men tumbling over the top rope to the floor. Stone is the first up, but Piazza catches him with a right hand, getting onto the apron before leaping off and nailing a Tornado DDT straight onto the floor!

Chris Styles: FUCKING HELL!

Piazza grabs Devin and tries to bring him back up, but Stone struggles on his own accord, slamming his fist into Stone's stomach before running him into the barricade. Stone is furious at this point, the referee starting to count as Devin continues to dominate Piazza, dragging him around the ring before slamming his face onto the steel steps! Stone ignores the referee’s count as he guides Piazza up the ramp, bashing him with strikes before he charges him into the guard railings, delivering a big boot that knocks Santino down.

Fat Tony: The referee has reached eight, but Stone just wants to beat the crap out of Piazza!

Santino tries to fight back though with a few punches, landing a kick to Devin’s stomach which causes Stone to growl once more, hitting Santino back with a headbutt before slamming the back of his head onto the floor! The referee reaches ten and he has no choice but to ring the bell, signalling the end of the match.

Taylor Davis: Ladies and gentleman, this match has ended in a DOUBLE COUNT-OUT!

Stone ignores Taylor’s announcement as he places Santino’s head between his legs, powering him up to his shoulders before he executes a vicious Jackknife Powerbomb! Stone then stands over Piazza as a few other referees come out to calm down the situation, Devin shouting at Piazza that he’s the “Iconic Legend” before he raises his arms, looking around at the crowd as they boo loudly.

Fat Tony: Devin Stone has just made a statement in the form of Santino Piazza, but I doubt these two won’t let this rest!

Chris Styles: That’s if Santino can even walk again! He was destroyed by the Big Nasty!

Fat Tony: I’m sure he’d love to hear you keep calling him that after what he’s just done.

Chris Styles: ... I’ll shut up now.

[Ryan Pugh]

Taylor Davis: And first to the ring, it is Jen!

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

Once the chorus plays from the speakers, Jen stops dancing and starts moving forward, skipping along the ramp. As she steps up to the ring, pyro suddenly shoots up at the end of the ramp, and she pounces forward, sliding into the ring with ease. Cheerily hopping to her feet, Jen waves giddily at the crowd, who respond enthusiastically. Ryette then places her lizard down, and he crawls to the corner and out of the ring, along with the fluffabo and Carrie, before Jen then gets into a zenkutsu-dachi stance (or front stance), awaiting the start of the match.

Before Taylor can carry on with next competitor Daniel Devine comes running down the ramp way and slides into the ring.

Chris Styles: Seems as if he can’t wait for his entrance.

The referee signals for the bell and the match is underway. Jen strikes right away, slapping Daniel. Daniel doesn't budge. The slap isn't meant to hurt. It is a direct insult. Grabbing Jen by the throat with both hands, he lifts her up as far up as his arms will allow. Daniel then delivers a power bomb and goes for the cover. ........1..........2 ........kick out.

Fat Tony: Too quick for a veteran like Daniel to go for the cover.

Chris Styles: He should know better.

Jen rolls away from Daniel to a corner and pulls herself up. Jen charges out at Daniel. Dropkick. And another. And then a third. Daniel is rocking but not falling. Jen charges at Daniel as if for a clothesline, and then suddenly dropkicks Daniel right on the knee. That works. Daniel goes down to his knees and Jen smashes Daniel with several hard right hands to the face. And then a super kick to the jaw that finishes the chopping down of Daniel.

Chris Styles: Very interesting. Jen has scouted out Daniel and knows if he can't stand he can't do 90 per cent of his offence.

Jen heads to the ring apron. She launches herself back into the ring with Slingshot somersault leg drop and goes for a cover.......1............2.........No. Daniel powers right out, pushing Jen away. As Daniel tries to get back up, Jen goes to work on Daniel's neck, stomping the back of his head. Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp, continuing to send Daniel's face first into the mat. And then he drops an elbow, no doubt planning to set up Daniel for her finisher sometime soon. Then Daniel flips over and catches one of Jen's boots. Using his legs, Daniel leg sweeps Jen, who trips and falls to the mat. Daniel finally gets back up and as Jen does, a HUGE clothesline sends Jen right back down. Daniel then grabs Jen and pulls her back up. He whips her to the ropes, but Jen, somehow, manages to grab hold of the top rope and quickly mounts the turnbuckles.

Flying clothesline from Jen. Both of them crash to the mat. Jen, like a rabid animal, goes right after Daniel while both combatants are still down on the mat. Jen sends punch after punch into the back of Daniel's head and neck. But Daniel is able to bat Jen away, just long enough to get back into this thing. Jen charges but is lifted high into the air. A back body drop from Devine. Daniel drops Jen down throat first onto the top rope! And as Jen recoils, Daniel kicks her right in the face with a big boot. She falls between the top and middle rope, hits the apron, then the floor with a thud. As if that would stop Daniel. He heads outside and picks up Jen, who is gasping for breath. He lifts up Jen and sits her on a corner of the guardrail so she is facing toward the fans.

Fat Tony: What's he up to now?

Daniel grabs Jen as if he were about to deliver a reverse DDT. Jen tries to counter but is to late. A huge reverse DDT. The crowd roars out an "OHHHHHH" as the back of Jen's skull hits the mats on the floor. Daniel stands up and stares down at Jen as the crowd chants "Holy shit! Holy shit!"

Chris Styles: How? What? Why?

Fat Tony: Exactly.

Jen grabs at the back of her head and pulls back a bloody hand. Daniel heads back into the ring as the referee begins his count............1...................2...............3

Jen slowly begins to push herself up.

.........4.....................5

Still on her knees, Jen reaches for the rail. Daniel has waited long enough. He steps back outside and jumps back to the floor. He wants to destroy Jen once and for all. It isn't about winning. It was about making a point that he is back. With only one thing in mind, Daniel picks up Jen and loads her on his shoulders. It is time for a one of Daniel's high spots. But Jen somehow kicks off and on the way down grabs Daniel. The reverse falling DDT spikes the back of Daniel's head into the floor. Both wrestlers are down. The referee has no choice but to start a count again...............1.............2..............3

Jen rolls onto her knees and pulls herself up using the guardrail. After stomping Daniel a couple of times, she heads under the ring. The referee see's this and comes out after her. Jen pulls out a Trash can. The referee tries to pull it away, but instead gets shoved backward into the steps. Jen puts the garbage can on Daniel's face and uses the guardrail to hit a leg drop. Flattening the garbage can, and possibly part of his face. Jen lifts up the can. CRASH. And smashes it down on Daniel. CRASH. And again. CRASH, CRASH, CRASH, CRASH, CRASH, CRASH, CRASH!

Fat Tony: Brutal is an understatement!!!!!

Satisfied with that, Jen throws the garbage can away and rolls back into the ring. She looks around for the referee wanting him to count Daniel out. Realizing that she's knocked him down she rolls back out and pulls him into the ring. While this is going on Daniel is slowly getting to his feet. Blood drips down his face, covering it like a crimson mask. He rolls into the ring and with Jen's back to him he grabs her and hits a German Suplex to her.

Chris Styles: He can't come back from the trash cans can he?

Slowly he climbs the turn buckle, slipping then regaining his footing. He turns and looks at Jen. Smiling, the blood flowing between his teeth he launches himself with a big time splash, but Devine misses as Jen rolls out of the way and Devine crashes against the mat. Devine rolls over onto his back as he grasps fro breathe. Jen is back on her feet as she hits the ropes and does a handspring into a splash on Devine!

Fat Tony: TASTE OF AMBROSIA!!!!

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

[DING DING]

Taylor Davis: And your winner, JEN!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Ryan Pugh]

Fat Tony: Welcome back to PCW folk. We are about ready for our next match and it should be a…..



Chris Styles: OOOHHHH YYYEEEEAAAAAHHHH!!!!! HE IS HERE BABY!!!!!

Fat Tony: Dammit sit the hell down!! What in the hell is he doing here. I thought he was traded!!

“Al Envy comes out to a chorus of boos and some cheers. He has the newly won PCW Southern title draped over his shoulder and wearing a beautiful Armani suit with Oakley sunglasses on the top of his head.”

Chris Styles: Well you can see he is our new PCW Southern champion. He has a right to be here, and he is kind of in with our good co-owner. I can’t believe that idiot Sarah Pugh traded this guy.

Fat Tony: Are you calling your boss an idiot coke boy?

Chris Styles: Hey it’s the right to express yourself. Even Sarah can’t take that away from PCW even though she took away a pleasure and talent like Al Envy and got us back an idiot like Shane Sparx!!

“Al reaches the ring and walks over to the other side. He is handed a microphone as the music cuts off and he walks back to the center of the ring. He waits for the crowd to calm down as the camera focuses on his Southern title.”

Al Envy: Isn’t it just a shame when something doesn’t go according to plan?

“The crowd reacts to Al’s comment with a mixed reaction.”

Al Envy: Sarah Pugh thought she all had it figured out didn’t she. She thought that she was rid of Al Envy in PCW. All that had to happen was for me to get my promised and booked Southern title shot and after that I would be gone forever. I would be back in NEW full time causing havoc over there and not be a problem for Sarah Pugh ever again. All that needed to be done was me getting beat and then that would be it right?

Chris Styles: That didn’t happen did it Tony?

Fat Tony: Apparently not…

Al Envy: You placed your faith into Ophelia Pain and thought that once again she would come out on top. Everyone put their faith in Ophelia Pain and what happened? She blew it for all of you and Sarah Pugh. She choked like I said she would and here I am STILL in PCW as the Southern Heavyweight Champion.

“Al raises the title over his head as the crowd reacts to his words.”

Chris Styles: Man does that belt look good on him or what? He is the champion of the South baby! Finally a respected Southern Champion! Not a joke like Ophelia Pain or Nick Newman!

Fat Tony: It was a hell of a match. Why doesn’t he talk about how Pain gave him a run for his money and showed the heart of a champion! If you don’t believe me order the replay of XXXmas and see for yourselves folks!

Al Envy: I beat Ophelia Pain dead center in the ring and if it wasn’t for Vanessa’s bitch I would have finished her off forever!

Fat Tony: Thank God for Adrien Specter. I dread what would have happened to Ophelia Pain if it wasn’t for him.

Chris Styles: Party Pooper!!

Al Envy: So here I stand the true Southern champion now, and not a surprise to me but I hear that Ophelia Pain has not requested her rematch yet, and the list of challengers isn’t very long. So here is the deal, I am taking the Southern title with me to NEW and since there isn’t anyone that wants to challenge me for this title I will take it with me as a going away prize. I will be the PCW Southern Champion forever!!

Fat Tony: WHAT!! He is taking the title away?? What in the hell is that all about!

Chris Styles: Hey it’s not his fault people don’t want to face him for it. They don’t want what happened to Ophelia to happen to them. What do you expect that loser Tommy Kain to step up? Look what happened to him when he gets around Envy.

“The crowd boos as Al Envy continues to smile.”

Al Envy: So thank you Sarah Pugh for trading me to NEW, and for giving me such a honored parting gift for my contributions here. But no one needs to worry, as long as this company has great people like Ryan Pugh, Inkt and my best friend Johnny Stylez you will all be in good hands! Goodbye PCW!!!

“Al Envy drops the microphone and holds the title up in the air. The crowd boos as Envy leaves the ring yelling towards the crowd and into the camera to say goodbye to the Southern Championship.”

Fat Tony: What is the situation with the Southern Title? What will Sarah Pugh do to get this belt back to where it belongs? I guess those answers will e answered when they are.

(cut to commercial)

[Ryan Pugh]

Taylor Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, hailing from Chicago, Illinois and weighing in at 219lbs, JAKE YOUNGBLOOD!

The crowd boo as Youngblood relaxes near the corner, looking somewhat morbid as he continues to focus on the entrance. Just then, the lights in the arena go out before "Rock Me Amadeus" by Falco hits the PA. Strobe lights of different colors light up the dark arena as the crowd goes wild. Then, Mr. Miami himself, Miami Mike walks out to a great ovation by the crowd. He stands on at the entryway for a while taking in all of the groovy atmosphere before he makes his way to the ring slapping the fans' hands as he goes.

Taylor Davis: And his opponent, hailing from Miami, Florida and weighing in at 228lbs, MIAMI MIKE!

He then enters the ring and salutes the fans, looking towards Youngblood afterwards and getting into a fighting stance.

Fat Tony: This will be Jake Youngblood’s return match, and these fans aren’t exactly pleased to see him back in PCW.

Chris Styles: He needs to go to NEW with the rest of the jerks! Although, thinking about it, we do need some idiots that can be used as punching bags here.

Fat Tony: Just not the punching bags you use that are filled with...

Chris Styles: Shut the fuck up! That’s supposed to be a secret ... and my special storage bag...

The bell resounds with Jake coming out of the corner, rushing at Miami with punches. Mike defends expertly though before landing some strong punches of his own, whipping Youngblood to the ropes and nailing him with a boot to the face. Youngblood rolls away and gets some room before he stands up again, looking around as the crowd chant “That’s So Miami!”

Chris Styles: What the fuck does that even mean anyway?

Fat Tony: You wouldn’t understand ... it’s a Miami thing...

Youngblood advances once more and the two lock up, Mike placing Jake in a stiff headlock. As he wrenches on the neck, Youngblood continuously elbows Miami in the back, fending him off before jumping up and striking Mike in the face with his knee. Mike falls to the canvas which Jake takes advantage of, using the ropes to perform a somersault senton splash! Youngblood then covers Mike with a leg hooked...

ONE!

Mike powers out.

Fat Tony: It’s going to take more than that to keep Miami Mike down.

Chris Styles: Youngblood is weak anyway...

Fat Tony: I wouldn’t say that. When he concentrates he can be quite surprising with his offense.

Chris Styles: Yeah, but most of the time he has that “deer in the headlights” look.

Being placed in a sleeper hold, Mike starts to gradually get back to his feet, but Youngblood is relentless, wrapping his legs around Miami Mike’s waist to try and squeeze the air out of him and bring him back down. But Mike manages to flip Jake over his shoulders to the canvas, Youngblood quickly getting up and walking straight into a Side Slam Backbreaker! Mike picks Jake back up and then delivers a Fisherman Buster, standing over Youngblood before jumping up and crushing his body with a Senton Splash. Miami Mike goes for a cover of his own after these moves have been completed, hooking one of Jake’s legs for leverage...

ONE!

TWO!

Youngblood only just gets his shoulder up.

Chris Styles: Just put him away already. The more time he has on screen the more fucking viewers we lose!

Miami Mike pulls Jake back to his feet once more and whips him to the corner, rushing at him with a clothesline before placing him on the top turnbuckle. Mike climbs up in front of Youngblood and attempts his Coconut Cutter Deluxe, but Jake fights back, hammering away at Mike before leaping over him with a sunset flip and taking him down with a Powerbomb! Jake, feeling the effects of the match, struggles back up to the top rope again as he evaluates the situation, taking his time before he executes a 450 Splash and lands across Mike!

ONE!

TWO!

Mike kicks out!

Fat Tony: If Youngblood can keep on the offensive, he might just be able to put Miami Mike away!

Youngblood looks slightly frustrated as he stands back up, kicking away at Mike a few times before he springboards off the nearest ropes and hits another splash. This is when Jake gets a sinister look on his face, bringing Mike back to his feet before placing him on his shoulders in a Torture Rack position.

Chris Styles: What in the world is this...?

Just as Chris finishes that bewildered question, Youngblood throws Mike off his shoulders straight onto his stomach with harsh velocity, the crowd responding with awe after this manoeuvre!

Fat Tony: I think he calls that the Raining Blood!

Jake has a devious smirk on his face as he collapses to his knees, covering Mike and hoping this will be the end of the match...

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Mike kicks out again!

Chris Styles: Well, that was certainly effective ... NOT!

Youngblood looks bitter as he stares at the referee, seeing two fingers only before he takes his aggressions out on Miami Mike. But the Florida native is determined to keep fighting, blocking a punch from the ground before he starts nailing Jake with them from the canvas. After a hard uppercut, Mike begins to get back up, kicking away at Youngblood before he grabs him and hits the Coconut Cutter! This doesn’t seem to keep Jake down though as he starts to get back up, Miami Mike being wary of Youngblood as his opponent gets back to a vertical position. This time Mike knees Jake in the spine before bending him backwards into a Dragon Sleeper, keeping the submission applied for a few seconds until he twists the move into a falling neckbreaker, completing the Club Miami Expulsion!

Fat Tony: Miami Mike is in control now! Can he keep the momentum going and attain the victory?

Mike brings Youngblood back up after the Club Miami Expulsion, kneeing Jake in the stomach before he delivers the PLAYER HATER! Mike then covers Youngblood as the crowd count along...

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

Fat Tony: Yes! Miami Mike kept his momentum, and he defeated Jake Youngblood!

Chris Styles: Are you really that surprised? I saw this coming from a mile away.

Fat Tony: Youngblood can be surprising, but in this match he happened to lose.

Chris Styles: And Miami Mike keeps rolling on. Such is life.

Taylor Davis: Here is your winner, MIAMI MIKE!

[Ryan Pugh]

Driving rain pelts the rooftops, while the howling wind carries a hint of a bite. A grotesque stone gargoyle, black and slick with the rain, perched on the ledge of a Church. Cars drive along the street below, braving the torrential downpour.

Another figure crouched beside the petrified gargoyle, very nearly as still and silent;

It is Alexander Koresh, better known as Nocturnal. He was clad in black leather heedless of both the storm and where he was sitting upon the rooftop. His face with the black and white face paint was shining in the lightning.

"So here I am. I have travelled this path for a long time, trying to divert it ever so slightly. A freak some call me, but I look back and laugh, knowing that if they'd had any idea what I've been through, they'd be considered a freak also. You see, throughout my life, I've been blown up in bomb matches, I've been scarred by barbed wire, I've been driven through flaming tables, I've been put through more hell than anyone in this business has. Anyone who thinks they have been through more shit in their lives than I have then you are just living in a jaded existence."

A sly smile crossed his painted face.

"Johnny Styles and myself have been on a path of utter destruction for a while now. This feud has shattered more than just our bodies and minds but also it has splintered our very souls to the core. We have faced each other in the most brutal matches of our careers."

His duster willowed out in the wind.

"We brutalised each other. Alexander couldn‘t think straight so he put me in charge until he was better. I should kill you for what you did to my Aurora. I should take a bottle and grind the glass into your face and disfigure you like you did to her."

He looked down at the cars below. Rain ran down his face. His dreadlocks clung to the side of his face.

"It‘s time to bring about the End of the world. Armageddon, The Apocalypse, The End of Days, Gehenna. So I am putting out something special for your little mind to digest."

He stood and climbed into the Church. Hands were in the pockets of his leather duster. His shadow loomed long, and his boot heels are the only sound that can be heard in the Church.

"It‘s time to think of myself. So Johnny I‘m putting you on the spot. I‘m putting a challenge in your corner."

Nocturnal’s painted face was cast in shadow as he stopped at the front of the Church and looked at the area before him. As the moonlight made hollows of his eyes and cheeks. He was restless and edgy.

"I‘m challenging you to a match. A match that will be one of the biggest in PCW‘s history. No scratch that. The whole industry."

He caressed the texture of the coat as he looked around. He had a lot on his mind. He had to make this was done right. His mind was playing with him.

"So Johnny this match will be one on one. Johnny Stylez versus Nocturnal. One year in the making. It will be the two of us next year, at PCW XXXMas 2012."

The camera picks up the eeriness of his face.

"Have you got the balls? Do you want to accept it? Will you accept it?"

He smiles his sadistic smile.

"So are you going to accept it? And did I mention to you that its going to be a blast?"

[Ryan Pugh]

The arena goes black once again.

Deep shadow covers the screen.

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

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

Now the Screen is awash in people, crawling, scrabbling, and shambling masses, some of them moving in reverse. A sound like moaning accompanies them. The picture switches again. A figure stands upon a shore, its face shrouded. It points accusingly, not towards the screen, but at something unseen off to one side. The insect-like screeching sounds louder.

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



"Narcissistic Cannibal" by Korn starts blaring out.

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

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

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

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

Taylor Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Abilene, Texas, weighing in at 290lbs, ALEXANDER KORESH!

He climbs between the ropes and strides to the far side of the ring. Climbing the turnbuckle he lifts his arms up high to the cheers of the crowd.



Some multicoloured fireworks go off and some spark showers fall as Tommy Kain appears on the entrance ramp. He makes his way to the ring, stopping occasionally to do a little sexy dance which the crowd laugh at, all-around having a good time.

Taylor Davis: And his opponent, hailing from Indianapolis, Indiana and weighing in at 227lbs, he is one half of the PCW Tag Team Champions, TOMMY KAIN!

Kain slides under the bottom rope into the ring after his announcement, lying in the corner as Koresh looks at him with determination. The referee ushers Kain to stand up, Tommy doing so as he looks around at the crowd in San Diego.

Fat Tony: Alexander Koresh was unlucky not to walk out of the Hammerstein Ballroom as the new PCW World Heavyweight Champion, Apathy being the one to cover him and win that prestigious accolade. But now he has the chance to prove himself and defeat Tommy Kain tonight, who earned his shot at the PCW Insane Rulez Championship at XXXMas.

Chris Styles: I’m still shocked about Apathy winning! I mean ... she beat Alexander Koresh AND the Don of Disrespect, the Paragona of Americana, Johnny FN’ Stylez, in the same match!

Fat Tony: Did you cry and wet yourself when you saw Johnny lose Chris?

Chris Styles: Of course I ... didn’t! But he’ll get that championship back sooner rather than later!

Fat Tony: At least that will be a championship PCW can keep, seeing as how Al Envy left with the Southern Title...

Chris Styles: What’s the use complaining about it? No one will beat Envy, and the cRu will dominate once again!

Fat Tony: You really should dress as a mascot one of these days and wave a gigantic cRu flag.

Chris Styles: ... By God, that’s fucking amazing! Thanks for the idea, Tony!

The bell rings and Koresh walks towards Kain, both men staring each other down. They don’t talk, but there seems to be a telepathic conversation between them, going off respect and how they see the other as a wrestler. The connection breaks momentarily as they step back before locking up, Koresh overpowering Tommy and launching him towards the corner. Alexander moves forward and starts to punch away at Kain’s stomach and chest with closed fists, Kain eventually getting a shot in with a knee strike. Koresh feels his abdomen as Tommy takes hold of him in a headlock, only to jump at the ropes and springboard off them. He looks to be going for a bulldog, but Alexander throws Kain off his shoulders, Tommy landing back first onto the canvas before Koresh hits an elbow drop.

Fat Tony: These two have studied each other very well, as you can see by their counters.

Chris Styles: I just wonder how long it’ll be until one of these guys snap and go ape shit!

Fat Tony: It might not take long, based on the importance of this match, but even if they do, I’d like to think they’d still have respect for each other as wrestlers.

Koresh has brought Kain back up and has nailed a few headbutts, kneeing Tommy in the stomach after the last headbutt before hooking his arms behind his back and delivering a Double Underhook Face Slam. Kain feels his face as Alexander rolls him onto his back, standing over him before he jumps up and connects with a leg drop. Alex then goes for a cover...

ONE!

Kain gets his shoulder up just after the count of one has been made, Koresh sitting Kain upward before applying a reverse chin lock. Tommy battles against the submission for roughly one minute before he starts to stand, hammering away at Koresh with elbow strikes until he runs at the ropes and rebounds off with a dropsault that takes Alex down! Kain then executes a couple of hip tosses on Alex, Koresh still being able to stand until he is driven into the canvas with a T-Bone DDT! Tommy then hooks his leg and goes for a cover...

ONE!

Even Koresh is energetic enough to kick out after the one count, both of these man having enough resilience and stamina to last.

Chris Styles: I have a feeling this match is going to take a while. Where’s my coke?

Fat Tony: Why can’t you just enjoy a match of this magnitude instead of getting high all the time?

Chris Styles: It makes things go faster. Plus, I want to see Johnny and Pugh wreck Apathy and Ophelia Pain! That should be fun to see!

Kain is delivering chops to Alex’s chest as the crowd “Woo” in response, but Koresh takes them all before he delivers some chops of his own. The two go back and forth with sickening knife-edge chops until Alex breaks the pattern with a strong clothesline, flooring Tommy until Koresh pulls him back up and executes a Hanging Brainbuster on the Insane Rulez No.1 Contender. Koresh goes for another cover after this painful manoeuvre...

ONE!

TWO!

Tommy kicks out again.

Fat Tony: If anyone still thinks Tommy Kain isn’t tough, they need to pay attention to this match. That was a vicious brainbuster, but Kain survived and is holding on.

Koresh has pulled Kain back to his feet, whipping him to the ropes before spinning him around into a powerslam. Alex is in control as Emily applauds the move from the outside, keeping watch as Alex goes for another cover...

ONE!

TWO!

Kain shows his endurance by getting his shoulder up. Koresh rests on his knees as he thinks of using his stronger moves to put Tommy away, Kain moving around on the canvas as Alex gets back to his feet. Koresh leans down and starts to pull Kain back up with him, but Tommy takes Koresh off guard-guard with a few kicks to his legs, knocking him down to his knees with a low dropkick before backing up and rushing at Alex with a Shining Wizard. Koresh is down, but Tommy decides to bring him up from behind, putting him into a Dragon Sleeper position before dropping down with a Reverse DDT. Tommy then covers Alex as the referee gets into position to count...

ONE!

TWO!

Koresh gets his shoulder up too.

Chris Styles: These two are fighting like it’s for a championship! It’s great!

Kain pulls Koresh up and connects with a few jabs, doing a sexy dance for the crowd before he nails a rolling elbow. Tommy then points to the corner before moving towards it, mounting the pads and perching himself on the top. He watches Alex stand up, but what he doesn’t expect is for Koresh to rush forward and dive at Tommy with a hard forearm, Kain teetering on the top until he regains his balance. Koresh climbs up in front of Tommy and strikes him with a few chops, all to grasp his head and jump off with a Stunner, Kain’s face hitting the top turnbuckle on the way down!

Fat Tony: A stunner onto the turnbuckle from Alexander Koresh! That might have put Kain out!

Tommy is lying across the ropes in a dazed state, Koresh going back over to him and adjusting his position. Alex takes his time turning Kain around, all until he places him in a Crucifix Powerbomb, running forward before driving Kain down with the Vampire’s Kiss!

Chris Styles: That could be it right there! What an awesome series of moves from Koresh!

Koresh pulls Kain back away from the ropes and covers Tommy, waiting for the referee to get into position before he starts counting...

ONE!

TWO!

NO! KAIN KICKS OUT!

Chris Styles: DAMN IT!

Alex wipes his hair away from his face as he thinks, eventually getting back to his feet before he brings Tommy back up. Koresh wraps Kain in a bearhug and starts to squeeze the energy out of him, Tommy hanging on as he refuses to quit. After a while, Kain builds some adrenaline and starts to hammer away at Alex’s back, managing to free himself before he nails Koresh with an Enziguri and following it up with a Reverse Hurricanrana! Alex is down on the canvas, but Tommy decides to use the top rope advantage again, this time being able to remain on the turnbuckle as Koresh starts to stand. Kain measures the distance before he flies off with a Crossbody, hoping to take down Alex. Unfortunately, the Sadistic Bastard catches Tommy in mid-air across his chest, turning around to face the center of the ring before he throws Kain onto his shoulders and delivers the FACE OF CHAOS!

Fat Tony: Kain went for the Crossbody, but Koresh countered it into the Face of Chaos!

Chris Styles: Ring the bell, because this one is over!

Alex sighs with exhaustion before he hooks both of Kain’s legs, the crowd counting along with the referee...

ONE!

TWO!

NO! NO! TOMMY GETS HIS SHOULDER UP AT THE LAST SECOND!

Chris Styles: UNBELIEVEABLE!

The crowd seem exasperated by this kick-out, Koresh sitting up and looking uncommonly shocked. He punches his fist into the canvas before he stands up again, roaming around the ring until he goes back to Kain and starts to stomp down on him.

Chris Styles: Here we go, Koresh is losing it!

Alex forces Kain back to his feet before he punches him towards the corner, backing up a few steps before he charges forward and executes a Body Avalanche. Koresh stays where he is as he places Tommy on the top rope, clutching him around the throat with his hands before he throws him off with a Chokeslam! Kain looks battered as he breathes on the canvas, not moving as Alex starts to climb the turnbuckle himself, keeping an eye on Tommy as he goes.

Fat Tony: You can feel the end coming. Koresh has the momentum, and the adrenaline is rushing through his veins. He is prepared to finish off Tommy Kain, and he will do it in a fashion that suits him!

Alex stands up on the turnbuckle before raising one arm into the air, the crowd cheering loudly before Koresh leaps off with a high elbow drop. That’s when Kain rolls out of the way, Koresh landing hard on the canvas, missing the elbow drop and causing this match to go back to square one!

Chris Styles: He missed! This match keeps fucking going!

Kain pushes himself up slowly, Koresh also beginning to stand up. The two eventually meet each other again, trading shots until Alex gets the upper hand. He bashes Kain in the head with a back hand until he runs at the ropes, going for a clothesline until Kain ducks down and raises Alex onto his shoulder, falling back and hot-shotting Koresh onto the top rope behind him! Alex feels his throat as he turns back around, being met in the face with the K.W.I from Tommy, Kain booting Alex in the stomach before he hooks him up and drives Koresh down with the Tommy Driver!

Fat Tony: There’s the Tommy Driver! Kain could have a strong chance of defeating Alexander Koresh!

Tommy covers Alex with one leg hooked, Emily looking on as she beats the apron with her hand to get Alex to kick out...

ONE!

TWO!

NO! KORESH KICKS OUT! Tommy rolls away from Koresh and rests on his knees, looking around until he curses under his breath and stands back up. Alex soon sits up and forces himself back to his feet, only to be struck with a running boot from Kain which spins him around. The crowd are fully into this match as they cheer for both men, Tommy grasping Alex’s arms and turning him into a falling TOMMY KNOCKER! The crowd explode as Kain closes his eyes briefly, shifting Koresh onto his back and covering him again...

ONE!

TWO!

NO! NO! KORESH GETS HIS SHOULDER UP!

Fat Tony: What in the WORLD?!

Chris Styles: Koresh kicked out of the Tommy Knocker!

Fat Tony: Who is going to win this?! I’m shocked!

Kain and Koresh are down on the canvas, recovering their energy shortly before they start to get back up again. Kain connects with a few middle kicks to Alex, going for another rolling elbow, but this time Koresh ducks under and nails Kain in the spine with his forearm, bending Tommy back before he delivers a neckbreaker. Koresh has a sinister look in his eyes as he rests on his hands and knees, turning around to focus on Tommy as he awaits the inevitable.

Fat Tony: I think I know what’s coming next, and Kain is going to end up walking into it!

Chris Styles: Finally, it’ll be all over, and Koresh certainly deserves to win this match!

The crowd anticipate the end as Kain stumbles back up, turning around as Koresh makes his move. He leaps up and grasps Kain’s neck for THE MELTDOWN, but miraculously, Kain dodges a bullet by shoving Alex forward, jumping up behind Alex and wrapping his legs around Koresh’s waist before rolling back and trapping Koresh in a cradle!

Fat Tony: NO, THE MELTDOWN WAS AVOIDED!

ONE!

Fat Tony: And Kain has the cover!

TWO!

Chris Styles: He just keeps surviving!

THREE!!!

Chris Styles: I DON’T BELIEVE IT!

Fat Tony: TOMMY KAIN JUST BEAT ALEXANDER KORESH!

Kain has unfolded himself from the cradle, lying on the canvas and looking up at the lights as the crowd continue to cheer thunderously.

Taylor Davis: Here is your winner, TOMMY KAIN!

Fat Tony: Everyone thought that Koresh was going to put Kain away with the Meltdown, but Kain changed that when he shoved Koresh away and rolled him into that cradle!

Chris Styles: I thought it was over after the Face of Chaos, but Kain kicked out of that too! And just to balance things out, Koresh kicked out after the Tommy Knocker! What a match this was!

Kain has managed to get back up, as has Koresh, both men looking at each other as the referee raises Tommy’s arm to signify the victory. It appears as though both men will fight again, but instead Alex nods respectively towards Kain, Tommy responding in kind before Koresh leaves the ring.

Fat Tony: There is still respect between them, and I believe after this match, that respect has increased.

Chris Styles: Great, all is fair in love and war. Can we see the cRu now?

Fat Tony: Our Main Event will be up next, but first we need to get into our last batch of...

Chris Styles: Fuck commercials! Do you hear me network? Fuck your commercials!

Fat Tony: ... All comments made by Chris Styles aren’t necessarily..

Chris Styles: Oh shut up. I’m getting a beer.

[Ryan Pugh]

From the sick mind behind the Devil's Rejects and House of a 1000 Courpses comes a brand new tell that will rattle your line between sane and insane.

When the forces greater then yourself are at play, even the strongest man will falter. What will happen when the insane win the war?

PCW superstar Redrum joins Sheri Moon Zombie this Christmas for a tale that will change your perception forever!

We all go a little mad sometimes, but what happens when the madness completely takes over? You will not believe your own eyes.

Lions Gate Films and Big Dawg Films brings you, THE SHINING! A film by Rob Zombie!

Fat Tony: The Shining opened worldwide yesterday on Christmas day and so far the reviews are through the roof. Rob Zombie has out done himself this time and Redrum is truly sick and twisted in his role as the movies lead.

Chris Styles: I must admit that even I was a little creeped out at the premire. The Shining is Rated R and is in theaters everywhere right now. Do yourself a favor and go see it right now, you can thank me later!

Fat Tony: A great Christmas present from all of us at PCW to all of you, dont miss the perfect way to end your year. The Shining!

[Ryan Pugh]

Taylor Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!



The music begins to play through the arena, the soft opening starting up as the arena is plunged into darkness. Just as the hard rhythmic guitar kicks in a pyro goes off on the stage, Agustus Appears behind it. Wearing a sinister smirk on his face, Agustus makes his way to the ring, his walk mirroring that of the songs pace. Reaching the apron he grabs the middle rope and pulls himself up, slipping between the top and middle rope.

Taylor Davis: Introducing first, hailing from Sin City and weighing in at 202lbs, he is “The Righteous One”, AGUSTUS D’AGOSTA!

Crossing the ring Agustus stops just as the chorus of the song plays. On the second rope of the corner, Agustus chants the chorus of the song to the crowd, his hands gesturing to all of them as he does so. Finally dropping down of the apron, Agustus paces around the ring, stretching his neck and shaking out the muscles in his body.



“I’m Not Your Boyfriend, Baby” by 3OH3 resounds around the arena as the crowd cheer loudly, some of the audience generating boos instead as Shane Sparx walks out from behind the curtain. He acknowledges the crowd before raising his arm into the air, strutting to the ring as he lowers his arm and starts to slap the hands of the fans.

Taylor Davis: And his opponent, hailing from Las Vegas, Nevada and weighing in at 245lbs, SHANE SPARX!

Sparx leaps onto the apron and looks around at the crowd once again, entering the ring shortly thereafter and keeping an eye on Agustus. The two eventually walk to the center of the ring and start to share some words, both men remaining firm before the referee comes between them, separating the competitors and instructing them to keep distant until the bell rings.

Fat Tony: Shane Sparx was drafted to PCW last week as a trade for Al Envy, our PCW Southern Champion...

Chris Styles: And the fucking Show Stealer, mind you!

Fat Tony: ... yes, and that, and he’ll be pulling double duty in both brands until he loses the championship. Sparx lost the Trans-Atlantic Championship against Adrien Specter at Convicted in a Ladder Match, so he won’t be involved in NEW at all, only PCW. I hope I cleared that up for those who might be confused.

Chris Styles: ... I’m never confused. Just high as fuck.

The bell rings with Agustus immediately locking up with Sparx, but the latest member of Pugh Championship Wrestling catches the Righteous One off-guard with a knee to the stomach, twisting him into a neckbreaker and executing the move. Sparx lands a few elbow drops onto D’Agosta before he brings Agustus back up, whipping him to the ropes before grabbing him on the rebound and delivering a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker!

Fat Tony: Sparx has a lot of energy going into this, but he needs to keep it at his pace. Agustus can be fast and lethal at the same time too, which could force Sparx into a few predicaments.

Sparx pulls Agustus up and chops him across the chest several times, whipping him at the ropes before running at him with a flying knee strike, following it up with a bulldog to the center of the ring. The crowd are applauding Shane as he reneges on their support, using the ropes for momentum before he performs an athletic Rolling Thunder Splash onto D’Agosta! Sparx then covers Agustus...

ONE!

TWO!

Agustus kicks out.

Chris Styles: It’s a good thing we didn’t get Jarek Whitaker too along with Shane Sparx. One of them is enough...

Fat Tony: Well there’s no chance of that happening now. Shane Sparx kicked Jarek to the curb at Convicted, and it’s been announced that Whitaker left the company afterwards.

Chris Styles: Great ... aw, damn it, I was at least hoping Hazard could crush him.

Fat Tony: Hazard has been missing too for some time, Chris...

Chris Styles: ... Well that sucks balls.

Sparx is pounding on Agustus before he drags him up to his feet, delivering an Atomic Drop, which leads into a Cobra Clutch Suplex! D’Agosta is trying to stay in this match but he’s unable to counter Shane, Sparx wrapping his arms around Agustus’ waist and hitting him with two German Suplexes! Sparx keeps his hands locked though, using one more German Suplex to plant Agustus down onto the canvas before he points to the corner, going over to it and mounting it. The crowd are behind Sparx as he balances on the top and flies off with the WHEN SPARX FLY, landing directly across D’Agosta before hooking both of his legs!

Fat Tony: Shane Sparx gave Agustus no time to act, and it looks like this is over!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!

Chris Styles: Impressive victory right there from Shane Sparx!

Taylor Davis: Here is your winner, SHANE SPARX!

Fat Tony: That marks Sparx’ first victory in PCW, and I truly believe he can be a pivotal part of the roster in due course.

Chris Styles: Unless he does something stupid...

Fat Tony: I don’t think he will...

Chris Styles: He’s Shane Sparx! His shenanigans are endless! Plus, remember the time where he...

Fat Tony: Erm, let’s just go to commercials.

[Ryan Pugh]

Suddenly "COLD" by Crossfade kicks over the PA System as automatically the fans erupt in a chorus of boos as The Don of DiSReSPecT walks from behind the curtian. Today there is no arrogant smirk across his face, as today The Paragona of Americana is sporting a look of sheer disappointment and anger. He almost looks naked as this is the first time in his PCW career that he walks from behind that curtian without a Championship title. He doesn't make his way down to the ring just yet he stops and glares at the crowd who are giving him the business in terms of booing. He just looks at them with disgust as he shakes his head and then begins his slow walk to the ring.

Chris Styles: Thank GOD! It's about time we are joined by our World Heavyweight Champion!!!

Fat Tony: Chris, I know I have to constantly remind you that you are in no way shape or form a member of the cRu, but today I just can't because maybe you have been hanging out with Johnny because you obviously need to lay off the drugs, because I got a news flash for you dumb dumb, LA Johnny Stylez is NO LONGER THE PCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION...HOW DO YA LIKE THEM APPLES SON?

Chris Styles: Apples? Who the hell can think of food at a time like this? Well sitting next to you I guess I answered my own question, but let's get something straight, my cousin did not get pinned, therefore he never lost the belt! So therefore HE IS STILL THE PCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!

Fat Tony: He may not have gotten pinned Chris, but the match was carried out under triple threat rules, and those rules CLEARLY FREAKIN STATE, that the first pinfall or submission wins the fall, and well Apathy opportunisticially scored the pinfall over Alexander Koresh, THEREFORE LA Johnny Stylez is no longer the World Heavyweight Champion and the sooner you and the rest of your asshole cRu buddies realize and accept that the better it will be for everyone!

Chris Styles: Shut up Tony...You're FAT!!!

Fat Tony: Ohh really? Anything else you want to point out there Captian Obvious? Becuase I would hate to think they called me Fat Tony for some other reason, ya friggin idiot!

Chris Styles: Look if I run to the concession stand and get you some more nachos will you please shut your face because my cousin is about to speak, and if you start talking while he is talking with the mood he is in, he is likely to beat the fat off of you! So Johnny has the mic in his hands so I suggest YOU SHUT THE HELL UP!

Fat Tony: NO YOU SHUT UP before I do what I've been wanting to do for months and thats smack you up like the bitch you are!

Chris Styles: Nu-uh YOU're AND IDIOT...

LA Johnny Stylez: I'm sorry but I am going to have to ask everyone in this arena to do me a small tiny favor and just for a few moments

!!!!CLOSE YOUR BITCH ASS MOUTHS!!!!
...And That Especially Includes You Two PHUCK DARTS AT THE ANNOUNCE BOOTH!

Obviously there are some matters that need to be addressed, because whether or not I still have MY PCW World Heavyweight Championship, make no phucking mistake about it, LA Johnny Stylez is still the most important person on this got damn roster! So like I said, sit down and shut the phuck up because before the show continues and you sit back and witness The cRu reestablish dominance here in PCW, we need to clear a few things up right here and right now! So first things first there is one person whom I need to speak to more so than anyone. So without further ado, let me go ahead and make sure I have the attention of the one and only

!!!!SARAH PUGH!!!!
Yeah I'm Talkin To You Ya Walkin Menstrual CyCLE CUM DUMPSTER!!!

Stop what you are doing, take whatever dick is in your mouth out, and turn up the volume on your monitor because what I am about to tell you is of the upmost importance!

Fat Tony: Some strong words for our new Co-Owner, Wow even at this point I still have to wonder who in the hell that asshole thinks he is?

Chris Styles: He's Johnny MUTHA PHUCKIN STYLES HOME BOY!! We snort coke and bang bitches on MY COUCH SON! And besdies Johnny can talk to Sarah like that if she wants to, she's not the boss of him! And well she kinda is a dumb whore!

Fat Tony: Watch your mouth there cheetah, because well whether or not you and the rest of the cRu wants to accept it Sarah Pugh is most definitley now fifty percent owner of Pugh Championship Wrestling, and I for one couldn't be more excited!

Chris Styles: if you are done kissing ass, I'm sure our World Champion would like to continue!

Fat Tony: HE IS NOT THE WORLD...Ya know what nevermind!

Chris Styles: EXACTLY!!!

LA Johnny Stylez: Sarah, Sarah, Sarah...Leave it to you to show up just in time to recieve your end of the year award! I didn't think it was possible, but you showed up in the fourth got damn quater and some how steal away CUNT OF THE YEAR AWARD from Cera like it aint nobodies business! And while I'm sure you are sitting somewhere in the back just laughing your ass off about how your little plan to proverbially sweep the rug out from under us and steal away what is, was, and always will be my rightful property in the PCW World Heavyweight Championship might have worked let me offer you a real quick piece of advice, and that is...

!!!!ENJOY IT WHILE YOU CAN!!!!
YA STUPID SEWER SKANK!!!

Because it won't last very long and as usual it will be ME and the other memberz of The cRu who end up getting the last laugh! Because it's like my home boy Ryan Pugh tried to explain to you last week, you have no phucking idea what you have gotten yourself into! You Sarah Pugh are in way over your head, which is amazing considering that 99.9% of the time your head is up your own ass to begin with! Because while you may have come back sporting the flag of fairness and claiming you came back to make sure Ryan and the rest of us played fair, I think we both know that aint nothin but an enormous

!!!!LoaD OF CRAP!!!!
You Know, Like Your Acting Career!

Because you didn't come back here to help anyone but yourself! You came back here because this is the only way your bitch ass face is seen on television on a program that people actually watch! You don't understand that while the scales may have been tipped in our favor most of the time, there wasn't anything wrong with that because when you compare The cRu to any other wrestling promotion, company, faction, or orginization our talent still outweighs theres beyond explination! And that is a lesson you are going to learn the hard way BITCH, and you can phucking

!!!!QuOTe ME On THAT!!!!
So Don't Say We Didn't Warn YOU!!!!

Because this is your first and last warning! Stay the phuck out of our business and go back to filming pilots for TV shows that will never see the light of day and let Ryan do what he does best and that's run and put on the greatest weekly wrestling program in the world today! And I know you...I know you are sitting back there either thinking or saying to yourself...

?OR WHAT?
...Which Isn't Exactly a Rhetorical Question!

If you continue to try and play these games with us sweetheart let me make it very simple when I say that if you keep phucking with us, then you are going to suffer the same fate as everyone else who tries to stick their nose in our business. If you want a real example take the careers of Aurora Deadwood and Alexander Koresh! I have made a failure out of Koresh so many times I'm beginning to lose count, and well as far as Aurora Deadwood is concerned let's just say she isn't as pretty as she used to be, ya digg?

Suddenly as Johnny finishes saying that the lights begin to flicker on and off until finally the lights go completely out and the fans erupt in cheers.

Chris Styles: OHH MY GAWD I HATE IT WHEN THIS HAPPENS...TONY HOLD ME!!!

Fat Tony: HELL NAW the last time the lights went out you jumped in my lap and pissed yourself...Get away from me you sick freak, I thought you were supposed to be some kind of cheetah!

Chris Styles: CHEETAHS ARE AFRAID OF THE DARK ASSHOLE!!!

Fat Tony: CHRIS GET OFF OF MY LEG...Wait...do you have a BONER?

Chris Styles: ...MayBE!!!

Suddenly the lights come back on and we see The Don of DiSResPecT in the corner covering his head in fear as he moves his hands down and looks across the ring where we see two manaquins that are made to look almost identical to Aurora Deadwood and Alexander Koresh, The Deadwood Dummy is dressed in her usual ring gear with a Femme Fatales T-shirt on, while The Alexander Koresh dummy is dressed in Alex's ring gear with a Sadistic Bastard t-shirt on. Johnny then looks out at the crowd and then flashes his arrogant smirk as he walks to the center of the ring where the two dummys are standing, and Johnny makes a circle around them as he shakes his head looking at them.

LA Johnny Stylez: Ohh, it's just you TWO! For a second there I thought it was actually someone who posed a threat! Ya almost had me with the little light show, but ultimately when the lights came back on and we found ourselves back in reality I suddenly found myself with no reason to tremble because again...

!!!!!It's Just You Two!!!!!!
Out Here Wasting Everyone's Time AS USUAL!!!

So what the phuck did you two dipshits come out here for anyway? Come on say somethin! Don't just stand there like a couple of DUMMIEZ!!!

Johnny then pauses while the fans boo at his horrible jokes... Johnny then walks back so he is facing both manaquins as he gets right up in Koresh's face and says...

LA Johnny Stylez: Well look I guess I can't really blame you for not saying anything, because well if I were you I wouldn't have much to say either, because I suppose at this point you are tired of pulling your foot out of your mouth! I mean we both batted our eye lashes for two seconds, we took our eye off the prize for two seconds and both of our World Title hopes and aspirations were gone. Only the difference between you and I at this point Alex is for me this is a very unusual occurence...You on the other hand, this happens to you almost every got damn week! So maybe for once you decided to do the right thing and just keep your got damn mouth shut because nothing you can or will say will ever change the fact that you are a phucking moron and a failure, who doesn't deserve to stand in the same ring as me! Nor do you deserve to compete for the most valuable and prestegious prize in the game today in the PCW World Heavyweight Championship! So why don't we cut right to the chase here and excuse you from the ring because right now your girlfriend and I have some business to take care of!

Johnny then picks up the Alexander Koresh manaquin and then lifts it high in the air, he rips one of the arms off and then brings it down and begins to beat Koresh in the face with it over and over again, until he quickly picks up the Koresh dummy and sends it flying into the front row. Johnny then turns to the Aurora Deadwood dummy and with a look of sarcastic concern says...

LA Johnny Stylez: What? Don't look at me like that! It wouldn't make a difference if he was still in the ring with you or not! It's not like he was man enough to save you the last time you and I were in the ring together what makes you think this time is any different? But ya know...I'm looking at you and well something just isn't quite right? You don't look the same as the last time I saw you...Ohh wait I know what it is...Here come here and lemme fix it!

Johnny then puts the mic in his back pocket and then reaches in his other back pocket and takes out his switchblade knife. He presses the button and the blade shoots up. He then violently grabs the Aurora Deadwood dummy, and pulls her close to him. He then takes the knife and starts at her temple and then carves a distinct line down her face to resemble the damage that was done to her face as a result of Johnny smashing that vodka bottle over her face damn near a month ago. After he is finished he stands her back up and admires his handy work.

LA Johnny Stylez: There! Now you really look like the skanky biker bitch who has been passed around like a joint! And suprisingly enough you don't have much to say either do you?

Johnny holds the mic up to her lips as he waits for a response. He then looks at the dummy like it said something as he shakes his head in agreement.

LA Johnny Stylez: Uh-huh...Yeah I know I took away the only thing that made you appealing in this business! I know I mangled that pretty little face of yours, and now you're not the only one who ends up bligerently drunk before someone sleeps with your sloppy seconds ass! But yeah I don't blame you for leaving PCW and going back to work on whatever street corner your Father put you on when you were twleve! I wouldn't wanna come back to work here so I could finish the job I started with your face, because if you were stupid enough to come back you know just as well as I do that Alexander Koresh isn't man enough to save you, and well Apathy never really was your friend, she was only using you because she can't be alone...And now that she thinks she has it all and is on top of the world she can get the kinda lovin she got from you anywhere, only it won't have the feeling that twelve people were there before her. But hey thank you so much for stopping by and letting us all see you one more time...Ohh and goi ahead and get one more plug in while you are here, because well you might want to make the most of this opportunity...OK...wait...What's that?

Johnny holds the mic up to the Aurora Deadwood manaquin as if she is saying something again...

LA Johnny Stylez: Ok gentlemen...and ladies...If any of you have five extra dollars at the end of the show and are looking for a good time and don't have enough money for a real hooker...Aurora Deadwood will be out back by the dumpster, blow jobs for five bucks everything else...7.50, and if you want to put it in her butt that's gunna cost you at least a fifth of Jack! But enough of that because if we carry this on I'm pretty sure the FCC and FX will kick us off the air for soliciting prostituion, but hey I'm just here trying to help my former collegues get some work!...So thanks for stopping by Aurora...and while you are on the way out if you see Sarah Pugh in the back anywhere tell her LA Johnny Stylez said to

!!!!SoaK!!!!
!!!!SoMe!!!
!!!!!!UP!!!!

Because really Sarah take a look at what just happened because if you continue to be a thorn in our side we will in turn become a thorn in yours, and the difference between the kind of thorn you are and the kind of thorn we are is this is our phucking garden sugar tits! We know how to cut a bit deeper! So think about it, because if you aren't careful...I'll send you to the same street corner as Ms. Aurora DeadFUCK over here!...Now hit my got damn music...and one more time ladies and gentlemen this is your REAL WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION TELLING YOU TO

!!!!!SOAK!!!!!
!!!!!SOME!!!!!
!!!!!!UP!!!!!!!
...And TO ALSO NOT FORGET THAT I'm F'N
~$~BeTTERTHANu~$~

Fat Tony: What a fucking asshole!

Chris Styles: Come on that shit was funny!...But seriously Tony, I know we haven't been getting along lately, but can I ask you for a serious favor man?

Fat Tony: What's that?

Chris Styles: Uhh...You got five bucks I can borrow?

Fat Tony: You nasty, perverted son of a bitch, that wasn't really...Nevermind, fans...We'll be right back!

[Ryan Pugh]

Taylor Davis: And first to the ring, a member of cRu, INKT!



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


Taylor Davis: And finally, making his way to the ring. He hails from Upstate, New York, weighing in at 259lbs. He is the current reigning and defending Insane Rulez Champion, he is “Mr. Homicide” Redrum!



As “Thunder Kiss ‘65” by White Zombie, the Insane Rulez Champ walks out from the back, belt hanging over his shoulder. Quickly, he drops the belt before he comes charging into the ring, swinging punches at Inkt, who retaliates with his own, as their pair go back and forth knocking each other senseless. The referee eventually splits them up.

Chris Styles: These two don’t really like each other especially after Rum and Koresh attacked him last week.

Fat Tony: Well the referee split them, now lets get the match on.

Inkt moves in, grabbing Redrum by the neck and slamming him up against the turnbuckle. But Redrum rakes the eyes and slides out and down, under Inkt's legs and up behind him. Redrum quickly locks in a sleeper hold as the crowd begins to cheer. Inkt grabs the ropes, and the referee warns Redrum to release the hold. But before Redrum can, Inkt rams his head backwards, catching Redrum in the temple with the head butt and sends him reeling. Inkt shoots back with a series of elbows, then tosses Redrum into the ropes. Redrum ducks the clothesline attempt and returns with a arm bar and works to lock it in. Both wrestlers go down to the mat, and Inkt uses his upper body strength to power out of the hold, but Rum moves quickly up and around and slaps on a cross face submission hold. Using his legs to hold Inkt's arms away from the ropes, the referee leans down to ask Inkt if he will submit.

Chris Styles: Good show from Redrum, he using his brain as he's got to get Inkt to tap out as Inkt is the most powerful of the two.

Fat Tony: He should be using those power bombs we've heard so much about.

Inkt spat and leans into Redrum's hold, then rolls up and over it to break the hold. Inkt climbs to his feet faster than Redrum, and brings a big boot down into Redrum's skull. Redrum bounces on the mat, coughing blood as Inkt pushes the referee to one side and continues stomping down on his opponent's head. Bringing Redrum up with one large hand, Inkt pops Redrum in the head and locks in a double arm bar. Redrum screams and twists to break free, but Inkt has the submission hold tightly locked and Redrum finds himself unable to break free. Shaking his head to clear it, Redrum pops out his shoulder and twists, bringing up the boot and nails Inkt over the eye with one stiff kick. Inkt lets go of the hold and stumbles backwards as Redrum snaps his loose arm back into joint. Moving forward quickly, Redrum hits a running lariat that forces Inkt out of the ring and down to the concrete floor below.

Fat Tony: Now don't tell me that don't hurt?

Redrum flips himself over the top rope in a flying splash, but is caught by Inkt on the outside and rammed, back first, into the steel turnbuckle. Redrum screams in pain and collapses on the ground. Inkt grabs a chair from ringside, but the referee is out, warning him, threatening the disqualification. Grumbling, Inkt tosses the chair aside and it clatters to the ground. Inkt picks up Redrum and launches him back into the ring over the top rope, then slowly climbs in after him. Redrum holds his arm, still in pain over popping it out of joint and then being rammed into the steel. Inkt, seeing the weakness, grabs the injured arm and snaps it into a clothesline that takes Redrum onto the mat. On his back Redrum kicks up with hard boots, but Inkt struggles to avoid them and drives a knee into Redrum's injured arm.

Chris Styles: Don’t bet against cRu.

Inkt rolls to one side, but is not fast enough to avoid another wild kick from Redrum that catches him in the nose and causes him to stumble back into the ropes. Inkt is dazed, and Redrum, his arm still limp and loose, moves in and hooks in a neck bar. Inkt screams in pain, but is able to quickly hook the ropes and shoves Redrum off. Redrum, gasping for breath, can see himself running out of time... unable to take the match to the mat in a submission contest he is slowly but surely losing the battle to the raw power of Inkt.

Inkt comes off the ropes and grabs Redrum into a full nelson hold. Working to bring it into a dragon suplex, Redrum hooks the leg and moves down, blocking the hold. Undaunted, Inkt and Redrum meet in a reverse hand lock up, but Redrum is able to slip away and slams Inkt with another of his stiff kicks to the side of the head. Redrum, frantic now, uses heavy chops with his strong arm to work away at the back, shoulders, neck and finally the chest of Inkt. Redrum moves closer and attempts to slap on a double chicken wing hold, leaping onto Inkt's back for more leverage. But Inkt falls backwards, slamming back onto the mat and crushing Redrum beneath him. But Redrum does not let go of the hold, and both men roll toward the ropes, through them, and crash down onto the floor. Redrum is up first dragging Inkt to his feet, he goes to hit a power bomb but is unable to pick him up due to his injured arm.

Fat Tony: Good thinking from Inkt, take out one of Redrum's arms and that cuts out most of his offence.

Redrum rolls Inkt back into the ring and starts laying in the boots to him. He pulls him up and slaps him straight in the face and spits in the face of Inkt, locking it in place he hits a big time DDT. Inkt's face just smashes into the mat. Redrum just looks pissed off from all the damage done to him by Inkt he pulls him back to his feet once again and hits another big time DDT, he stands there thinking about pinning an evil grin crosses his face as he drags up Inkt once again, everybody notices that Inkt is out on his feet. Redrum hits a third big time DDT on the unconscious Inkt and sends him face first onto the mat.

Chris Styles: They should stop this, Inkt cannot protect himself!!!!

Redrum goes for the pin but Inkt had been playing possum as he rolls him up by grabbing his tights. Redrum kicks out at 2.

Fat Tony: What were you saying?

Inkt stands up and goes over to a neutral corner and waits for Redrum to get to his feet. Redrum slowly gets to his feet as Inkt awaits him. Redrum slowly turns,

The arena lights go off.

Fat Tony: What?

Chris Styles: What the hell?

The lights come back on and Redrum has Inkt down in the ring. Inkt is covered in blood. Nocturnal is stood at the top of the ramp way. He is holding a bloodied and dented chair. Redrum nods and goes for the pin.

Chris Styles: This isn't right. What's he doing out here?

Fat Tony: Nothing, he's just standing there.

Redrum picks up Inkt and power bombs him onto the mat. He rolls him up and goes for the pin.......................1..........................2................................3!!!!!

Fat Tony: Redrum gets the win!

Chris Styles: Now this makes the holidays suck for the cRu.

Fat Tony: Koresh is coming down the ramp way.

Koresh walks down the ramp way and rolls into the ring. He picks up the bloodied Inkt. He just has a sick, twisted and sadistic smile on his face. He grabs Inkt by the throat. He plants a kiss on Inkts bloody forehead before hitting him with the Meltdown. Inkt just lies there in the middle of the ring.

Chris Styles: Come on get him out of the ring, this match is over.

Alexander Koresh aka Nocturnal and Redrum stand over the bloodied Inkt. The lights go back out. When they come back on Inkt is no longer in the ring and Koresh and Redrum are alone. Static is seen and heard on the PCWtron until it turns to the mangled face of the monster known as Hazard.


Fat Tony: What is he doing here?

Hazard: I bet the two of you thought you were done with me didn't you? A little beating was enough to keep the monster at bay. Well that just makes it all the more obvious how stupid the two of you are. This war is very far from over and trust me when I say that the battles along the way will get more and more sick and twisted. You won the last battle, I will give you that but this round surely belongs to me.

Chris Styles: What is he talking about?

The camera zooms out and behind Hazard you can see a half naked women who has been hung from the roof by her hands.

Hazard: You have went to war with someone that will go further then either of you could ever hope to go. You wish to test the limits of your very sanity then look no further because the monster is here to send you over the edge.

Hazard runs his giant hand across the face of his would be victim as the camera pans around to show the face of none other then the wife of Redrum, Candy! You can see the fear in her face and the tears rolling down her cheeks as Hazard laughs and takes a few steps back. The giant grabs something off of a table and holds it up to the camera. It is a bull rope with razor wire on the tips of it.

Fat Tony: He cant go this far. please tell me he is not going to do this

Hazard grabs the handle hard in his hand and drops the other end as he flexes his muscle and then lets it go as it connects with the bare flesh of Candy's back! She scream out in pain and Redrum falls to his knees in the ring. Hazard lets the whip fly again and again he leaves the markings of his might on the back of Candy. The blood flowing from her freshly broken flesh.

Hazard: You see boys, this is just the beginning and this war will get much worse for the both of you

A second sit of screams is now heard from behind Hazard as he smiles even more.

Hazard: Oh I almost forgot about the other little surprise, Koresh don't think I left you out of the fun

The camera follows Hazard as he walks to the left and there in the corner of this dungeon, chained to the wall, naked and beaten, was the sister of Alexander, Emily Koresh! The very same marks that had been left on the back of Candy showed bright on the legs and arms of Emily. It was clear that Hazard had already dealt out her punishment. Hazard leans down to the broken body of Emily Koresh and begins to play with her hair.

Hazard: This is mearly the beginning gentleman, consider this your one and only warning. Things will get much worse from here on out.

The screen goes back to static and then to nothing as you can hear the screams come from the ring. Redrum and Koresh are going crazy with distress.

Chris Styles: Oh this is going to get very bad before it gets better. There is no way Redrum and Koresh are going to take this warning and let this war die.

Fat Tony: Oh you can bet on that, Hazard has something bad coming his way, you can count on that.

[Ryan Pugh]

Taylor Davis: The following is your main event of the evening and is scheduled for one fall with no time limit. Introducing first, the team of the PCW World Heavyweight champion Apathy and the Vixen of Violence, Ophelia Pain!!!!!!!!

The stunning duo of Pain and Apathy come strolling out onto the stage as the crowd is going crazy. Pain goes down to her knees in front of Apathy who take the World title off of her waist and now holds it over her head and pyro goes off behind the two of them. Ophelia and Apathy now skip their way down the ramp and split up to go to opposite sides around the ring as they slap hands with the fans in the front row all the way around the ring until they meet up in the middle and slide into the ring under the bottom rope together.

Taylor Davis: And their opponents, they are the former NEW Tag Team champions and the still undefeated team of Ryan Pugh and Johnny Stylez, THE SAINTZ OF SIN!!!!!!!!!

The crowd quickly goes from cheers to jeers as Pugh and Stylez walk out from the back. For the first time in a very long time neither man has a belt around their waist and they don't look very happy about it. They make no wait as they quickly make their way to the ring and into the ring looking across at their opponents for the evening.

[DING DING]

Chris Styles: Oh this is going to be so fun to watch Ryan and Johnny beat the hell out of those two gold diggers

Fat Tony: They may just turn around and beat the hell out of Pugh and Stylez, you never know

Chris Styles: Yeah I am pretty sure I know better, just saying

The match starts quick as Pain and Apathy hit a double dropkick on Stylez that sends him falling back through the ropes and out to the floor. Pugh blind sides Apathy with a clothesline to the side of the head that takes her down but Pugh didn't see Ophelia coming and she goes right for the uprights with a kick right to the testicles. Pugh doubles over and grabs his crotch as Pain grabs the back of his head and slams her knee right into Pugh's face! Pugh hits his knees and Apathy strikes with a super kick right to his face!

Fat Tony: Apathy and Ophelia have come to play tonight and the former tag champs better watch out

Stylez makes his way back in the ring and runs over Pain with a clothesline. Apathy nails a right hand that stumbles Stylez but he then answers back with a right hand of his own. Apathy hits Stylez in the gut with a hard knee that doubles him over. Apathy hooks his head and is looking for her signature DDT but Stylez reverses it and hits Apathy with a huge clothesline. Pain is now back up and hits Stylez with a hard shoulder block that knocks him back. Pain hits the ropes again and this time hits a spinning kick right to the face of Stylez that takes him off his feet.

Chris Styles: Come on Pugh, fucking do something already! They are just girls after all

Fat Tony: Wow, you are special, both of them could beat your ass and you know it!

Chris Styles: You wish, no one gets the upper hand on DA Cheetah!

Pugh is back up on the apron and eats a shot to the mouth from Pain. Pugh fights right back as he lands a headbutt to Pain that knocks her back and she stumbles into the middle of the ring. Pugh grabs the top rope with both hands and slingshots himself into the ring and hits a shoulder block to Pain that takes her off her feet and out to the floor. Apathy is back to her feet and up to the top rope, she leaps off but Pugh is able to catch her around the throat. Pugh then lifts her up and drives her back down with a choke slam!

Fat Tony: Pugh is showing his size advantage over everyone in this match

Chris Styles: And that is why we are going to walk over those little gold diggers

Pugh turns around as Ophelia springs into the ring with a crossbody on Pugh but Pugh catches her and has her in position for a fall away slam. Pugh is walking around the ring with Pain in his arms and now slaps her on the ass as he smiles. Pain takes major offense to that and finds a way to slam her elbow into Pugh's face over and over until he finally drops her. Pain hits a dropkick to the left knee of Pugh and Pugh goes down to one knee. Pain hits the ropes and drop kicks Pugh right in the face and Pugh rocks back from the impact. Pain hits the ropes once more and hits a shinning wizard that may have just knocked a few teeth out of Pugh's mouth!

Fat Tony: The ladies have come to play tonight Chris, I am telling you this is not going to be the night for the cRu!

Stylez lands a right hand to Ophelia but Apathy is back on her feet and she nails Stylez. Pain kicks Stylez in the stomach and then they hit him with a double suplex. Ophelia now grabs Apathy and slams her down on top of Stylez with a power slam. Pain now hits the ropes and hits a senton splash on top of both Apathy and Stylez! Apathy and Pain are on their feet and Pugh tries to answer back with a double clothesline but they duck it and Pugh comes up empty. Pugh turns around and catches a double super kick right to the face from Apathy and Ophelia!

Chris Styles: Pugh is out! This does not look good

Pugh goes tumbling out of the ring and out to the floor with a huge thud. Ophelia turns around and walks right into a code breaker from Stylez! Johnny spins Apathy around but she ducks a clothesline attempt and hits the ropes. Stylez turns around and is just in time to catch her with a spine buster! Stylez then turns Apathy into an inverted boston crab!

Fat Tony: JOHNNY HAS APATHY IN THE DEMORALIZER!!!!!

Chris Styles: SHE HAS NO CHOICE SHE IS GOING TO HAVE TO TAP!

Apathy is reaching out for the ropes but she just cant seem to get to them. Ophelia is almost on her feet but as soon as she makes it up, she gets blind sided with a pump kick right to the face from Pugh! Pugh now turns around and motions to Stylez to let Apathy up. Johnny sends Apathy into the ropes and Pugh catches her for a spine buster and as he turns Apathy around, Stylez puts both knees right into her back and Pugh drives Apathy spine first into the knees of Stylez!

Fat Tony: WE HAVENT SEEN THAT MOVE FROM PUGH AND STYLEZ IN MONTHS AND MONTHS!

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

[DING DING]

Chris Styles: I told you we would do it, I TOLD YOU!

Fat Tony: Yeah the cRu won this one but you can deny Apathy and Ophelia put up a hell of a fight

Chris Styles: All they did was prolong the ending

Fat Tony: You are so damn one sided Chris, wait what the hell are they doing now?

Pugh and Stylez are circling Apathy like a pack of dogs looking for their pray. Pugh grabs her by the hair and Stylez is putting the bad mouth on her in the middle of the ring. Johnny then spits right in the face of Apathy. Ophelia is back up on the apron but Pugh delivers a quick shot right to the side of her head that knocks her back down. Sarah makes her way out onto the ramp screaming and cussing as Pugh just smiles and picks up a mic.

Pugh: Well as I said earlier sweetheart, you are going to have to make a few changes to your little team. At World War X, it will be Team PCW vs Team NEW but as of right now there is a third team, TEAM CRU!!!!

Chris Styles: OH HELL YEAH

Pugh: SO needless to say, Johnny and Inkt are not going to be on your little team. So good luck trying to run PCW without me, I am sure the ratings will be in the shitter before you know it.

Fat Tony: What a huge announcement by our former boss, Team cRu will be in War Games at World War X! What does the mean for team PCW?

Chris Styles: It means you don't stand a chance bitch!

Fat Tony: Join us next week live from Disneyland on Fox!!!!!!!