October 10th, 2009 - - Match Card
(Live from the American Airlines Arena in Miami, Florida)
Main Event
PWSR World Title
Shane Fuller vs. Daz(c)
Intercontinental Title
No DQ
Axle Vengeance vs. Nick Madison(c)
No Limits Title
The Alpha Dog vs. Steven Xavior(c)
Marcus Cage vs. LaMarcus Brown
PWSR Hardcore Title
Bar Room Brawl
Dirty Dogg vs. Chris Wylde(c)
PWSR Tag Team Titles
Makua Koa & Josiah Cena vs. Necessary Roughness(c)
PWSR Ladies Title
Candy vs. Chaz Holiday(c)
Plus! .... Trisha Lee Moore has an open mic to speak on everything and anything she wants.
Also....
PWSMarks.com Exclusive Match:
(Winner receives a No Limits Title shot)
Flex Johnson vs. Noble Domino Jr.
Dark Matches:
Virus vs. Demon
Marcus Fontaine vs. Groond
[DARK MATCHES]
PWSMarks.com Exclusive Match:
(Winner receives a No Limits Title shot)
Flex Johnson vs. Noble Domino Jr.
(The match started off pretty even from the beginning. After a few back and forth holds and counter holds, Flex Johnson would start to get some moentum going. It wouldn't last long as Noble derailed him and his momentum fairly quickly. From there, Noble in what some would look at as a surprising turn of events, would go on and continue to dominate the match. Domino hits Flex Johnson with the "Domino Effect" and get the 3 count.)
Winner: Noble Domino Jr via pinfall at the 7:31 mark.
Dark Match
Marcus Fontaine vs. Groond
(Groond came into the match like a man on a mission. It was Fontaine that blew their debut matches last week as a tag team. From the start of the match, Groond used that to his advantage, and as fuel to light his fire. Groond laid into Marcus steadily and relentlessly as soon as the bell rang and he never let up. He uses the "Groondshaker" to get the win over Fontaine in a dominating and short match.)
Winner: Groond via pinfall at the 5:14 mark.
Dark Match
Virus vs. Demon
(The two men started the match off in big man fashion; with a nice sluggfest. The two men would exchange blows with each other back and forth until Demon used his slight speed advantage over the massive Virus. After working at the legs for a while, trying to take the big man down, Virus finally was able to utilize his size and begin to wear Demon down. Virus worked him over, using the strength and size for most of the match but Demon would start to make a comeback. The comeback was cut short though and shortly after that, Virus nails Demon with a Super DDT for the win.)
Winner: Virus via pinfall at the 6:50
[OPENING]
WORLD PREMIERE VIDEO: Rise to Glory Official Theme Song: Breaking Benjamin
WORLD PREMIERE VIDEO: Rise to Glory Official Theme Song: Breaking Benjamin
After the video airs, the camera cuts to ringside where we see Art Campbell and Sid Carmack standing at the announce table.
Art Campbell: Ladies a gentlemen a fantastic song for a fantastic pay-per-view. Tonight we have several amazing matches and several titles on the line. We have the PWSR Womens Championship on the line as Candy faces a very unique champion for the division, Chaz Holliday.
Sid Carmack: Chaz Holliday has brought more prestige to that division and I don’t care what anyone says!
Art Campbell: We also have 2009 King of the Ring and No Limits Champion, Steven Xavior taking on possibly his biggest challenger in the Alpha Dog.
Sid Carmack: Steven Xavior may have won the King of the Ring, but tonight he will receive a royal ass beating, because in the words of the Alpha Dog, respect is taken, not earned!
Art Campbell: I strongly disagree! Not only that but longest reigning Intercontinental Champion in PWSR history will be defending his title against Axel Vengeance. Now if you look back at the actions of Vengeance on Lock-Up you would have to say that he is most dangerous when least expected.
Sid Carmack: Once again, my money is on the challenger!
Art Campbell: But the reason we’re all here is because of the main event, pitting two time PWSR champion “Prime Time” Shane Fuller vs. a man that is being billed as possibly the greatest PWSR Champion of all time, Daz!
Sid Carmack: Tonight is the night where Shane Fuller becomes the first ever, three time champion in PWSR history; but most importantly, a FIVE TIME World Champion!!!!!
Art Campbell: All day today we’ve heard several rumors swirling around several PWSR superstars, but none has been as big as reports of Billy C traveling with “Prime Time” Shane Fuller. We all know the story of Billy and Shane’s on again, off again relationship, but let’s not forget that Billy C cost Shane the match in his first encounter with the champion.
Sid Carmack: Ladies and gentlemen, Daz will be hitting the food stamp line this time tomorrow!
Art Campbell: But that’s just the tip of the iceberg folks, because we have much more to come; so lock yourself down to that easy chair you’re sitting in and get ready for possible one of the best organized shows in PWSR history.
[SEGMENT]
(The room is dark, not a single thing is visible in the room. Bulb turns on which is hanging from top. Bulb is moving from left to right which lights the area a little area. Suddenly some one comes and grabs the bulb which is hanging and points it to his face. He is the same guy who interfered in Alpha Dog and LaMarcus Brown match. He is wearing the same clothing.)
At King of the Ring I did what I said. LaMarcus Brown was just the starting point of what I started. There are many things I have to do right now, many things to do so that everything goes the way I want.
(He leaves the bulb which causes it to move continuously from left to right.)
At Rise of Glory, the so called King defends his championship and most importantly his throne against some one who is trying to get attention. He thinks he should be named the King. That is not it. We have unworthy individual going for the World Heavyweight Championship while the deserving candidates are hold back. There has been too much injustice happening around here and I am here to finish it all off. I will take out those who don't deserve what they are getting.
(He pauses.)
I am not like everybody who talks too much shit and do nothing. I talk little but do things which can change the face of present. I am not going to spend much time talking because actions is what I believe in. So I would like every one know I am coming to Rise to Glory. Yes you guys heard me. I will be here tonight and I will reveal myself after I convey my message. Till than, just hope you are not the chosen one.
(He laughs wickedly than he walks away. He opens the door which causes the room to light up. Some familiar stuff can be seen lying there. He stops there.)
Yes I am back.
(He exits the room and closes the door leaving room to fall in darkness again.)
(The room is dark, not a single thing is visible in the room. Bulb turns on which is hanging from top. Bulb is moving from left to right which lights the area a little area. Suddenly some one comes and grabs the bulb which is hanging and points it to his face. He is the same guy who interfered in Alpha Dog and LaMarcus Brown match. He is wearing the same clothing.)
At King of the Ring I did what I said. LaMarcus Brown was just the starting point of what I started. There are many things I have to do right now, many things to do so that everything goes the way I want.
(He leaves the bulb which causes it to move continuously from left to right.)
At Rise of Glory, the so called King defends his championship and most importantly his throne against some one who is trying to get attention. He thinks he should be named the King. That is not it. We have unworthy individual going for the World Heavyweight Championship while the deserving candidates are hold back. There has been too much injustice happening around here and I am here to finish it all off. I will take out those who don't deserve what they are getting.
(He pauses.)
I am not like everybody who talks too much shit and do nothing. I talk little but do things which can change the face of present. I am not going to spend much time talking because actions is what I believe in. So I would like every one know I am coming to Rise to Glory. Yes you guys heard me. I will be here tonight and I will reveal myself after I convey my message. Till than, just hope you are not the chosen one.
(He laughs wickedly than he walks away. He opens the door which causes the room to light up. Some familiar stuff can be seen lying there. He stops there.)
Yes I am back.
(He exits the room and closes the door leaving room to fall in darkness again.)
PWSR Womens Championship
Candy vs. Chaz Holliday ©
(The cameras cut to the ring, where Skylar Mosier is standing by, ready to introduce the first match.)
Skylar Mosier: Ladies and gentlemen, the following matchup is your opening bout for the 2009 PWSR Rise to Glory pay per view! It is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the PWSR Ladies Championship!
(The fans cheer. Suddenly, “Pour Some Sugar on Me” starts to play over the p.a. system, and the fans stand and cheer, as Candy skips out onto the stage, with Fluffy in her arm.)
Skylar Mosier: Introducing first, the challenge. Coming from Malibu Beach, California. She is the 2009 PWSR Queen of the Ring Winner, Candy!
(The fans continue to cheer, as Candy makes her way down the ramp.)
Art Campbell: Well, here comes the challenger in this match, and I must say she’s got her hands full here, as she looks to fight not only the champion, but her best friend, Chaz. This has to be a tough battle for Candy.
Sid Carmack: I don’t think so. Candy just needs to realize what this win could do for her. She needs to forget about Chaz and just focus on winning the title.
Art Campbell: Well, forgetting about her good friendship is much easier said than done, I’m sure.
(Candy makes it to the ring, and hands Fluffy to a ringside crew member before rolling into the ring. She walks over to the corner and climbs up the turnbuckle and poses for the crowd. She hops down and waits for Chaz to make his entrance.)
Skylar Mosier: And introducing her opponent…
(“Tearin’ Up My Heart” starts to play on the p.a. system, and the fans cheer again as Chaz Holiday makes his way out from behind the curtains.)
Skylar Mosier: From Hollywood, California, the PWSR Ladies Champion, Chaz Holiday!
(Chaz makes his way to the ring, and walks up the steel steps. He steps into the ring, as Skylar steps out of the ring. Chaz hands the title belt to referee Rihanna Jackson, as she shows the belt to Candy, and then raises it for the fans to see. She hands it to a ringside crew member, and then checks with both the champion, and the challenger. After making sure that they are both ready, Rihanna calls for the bell to start the match.)
Art Campbell: And here we go with our first match of the event! This one should be a good one, don’t you think?
Si d Carmack: Eh, it’ll be alright for what it is, the card opener.
Art Campbell: How can you say that, Sid? Candy has fought hard to get here. She won the 2009 Queen of the Ring in order to get this title shot.
Sid Carmack: Eh, it’s still the opening match. It’s not that important.
Art Campbell: I’d like to see you try and say that to either Chaz or Candy.
(In the ring, the two pace around the ring, and then Candy holds out her hand for Chaz to shake. He shakes her hand without hesitation, and the two then lock up. Both try to gain the early advantage, but neither is able to. Finally, Chaz is able to push Candy back to the ropes, and referee Rihanna Jackson orders him to back away, which he does. Candy gathers her composure, then the two lock up again. This time, Candy is the one to push Chaz back into the ropes. Candy sends Chaz across the ring with an irish whip, and goes for a clothesline, but Chaz ducks under, and rebounds off the other ropes. Chaz and Candy then collide in the middle of the ring, as both of them go for a clothesline.)
Art Campbell: Oh, looks like both of them were thinking the same thing there, as they both go down.
Sid Carmack: Really, Art? Wow, where did you get that idea?
Art Campbell: Shut up, Sid.
Sid Carmack: What’s wrong? I was just stating how obviously stupid your statement was.
Art Campbell: Do you see me doing that to you?
(In the ring, referee Rihanna Jackson begins her count on both competitors.)
1…
2…
3…
4…
5…
6…
(Before Rihanna can reach the count of seven, both Chaz and Candy get to their feet. They pace around, sizing each other up. They start exchanging blows, going back and forth. Candy goes for a spinning heel kick, but Chaz moves out of the way, and kicks Candy in the gut. He goes for his finishing maneuver the Perm, but Candy moves out of the way, and Chaz falls to the mat. Chaz gets up, and Candy goes for the Gum Drop ddt, but Chaz pushes her off, and she goes to the ropes. Candy comes back, and Chaz goes leans down, anticipating a back body drop, but Candy rolls over, and gets Chaz into a sunset flip pinning attempt. Referee Rihanna Jackson slides into position to make the count.)
1…
2…
Kick Out!
Art Campbell: Oh my, that was a close one! We almost had a new Ladies Champion.
Sid Carmack: Yeah, that was pretty close.
Art Campbell: Pretty close? That was very close, and almost three.
Sid Carmack: Sorry, Art. I’m just not into this match that much.
(Candy sits up and looks at Jackson to make sure that it was only a two count. She gets to her feet, and then walks over to Chaz to get him to his feet. Chaz begins to fight back with forearm shots, as he gets to his feet. He backs Candy to the ropes, and then sends her across the ring with an irish whip. Candy comes back, and goes for a ddt, but Chaz catches her, and suplexes her over with a snap vertical suplex. Chaz then turns over and hooks the leg as he goes for the pin.)
1…
2…
3? NO! Kick Out!!!
(Chaz drops the leg in frustration, and pleads with Jackson that it was indeed a three count. Candy gets to her feet, as Chaz turns his attention back to her. They go back and forth exchanging blows, retaliating to each other. Finally, Chaz is able to break the cycle, as he blocks one of Candy’s punches, and delivers a kick to the gut. Chaz then sets Candy up, and is able to nail the Perm. He turns Candy over, and hooks the leg, as Rihanna Jackson slides into position.)
1…
2…
3? NOOOO!!! 2.999999!
Art Campbell: My God! I thought it was over there!
Sid Carmack: Wow, that was close.
Art Campbell: It’s about time you started showing interest in this match!
Sid Carmack: Hey, you know just as well as I do that pay per view opening matches usually aren’t very good cause they are usually just filler so everyone can get seated and settled in.
Art Campbell: Not here in PWSR, the whole card is filled with matches that will be instant classics!
Sid Carmack: Uh, have you been getting into some of Xavior’s stash? Cause you’d have to be high to think that.
(Chaz sits up, as a look of frustration and desperation comes across his face. He gets to his feet, and goes to Candy’s feet, and tries to get her in the cloverleaf, but Candy kicks him away. Candy is able to get to her feet, and the two lock up again. Candy breaks the grapple, and runs back to the ropes. She goes for a clothesline, but Chaz ducks under. Candy comes back, and this time Chaz goes for a clothesline, but Candy is able to duck under, sending her rebounding off the ropes one again. She comes back, and this time Chaz goes for a back body drop. He flips Candy over, but she is able to land on her feet. Chaz turns around, then BAM! Candy nails her super kick finisher!)
Art Campbell: Sweet Tooth! Sweet Tooth! This could be it!
Sid Carmack: Come on!
(Rihanna Jackson slides into position, as the crowd counts with her.)
1….
Art Campbell: Yes! Come on!
2….
Sid Carmack: Come on!
3!
Art and Sid: YES!!!
(The crowd roars with cheers, as the bell sounds to end the match. In the ring, Candy bursts into tears of joy, as she hears her name announced.)
Skylar Mosier: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and NEWWWWW PWSR Ladies Champion, Candy!!!
(Candy sits up on her knees, with tears streaming down her face. She is handed the Ladies title, and she holds it against her. She is able to get to her feet, and raises it up for the fans to see, as they cheer in approval. Chaz makes it to his feet, as he looks at Candy celebrating her victory. Candy turns around to see Chaz holding the side of his head where Candy had connected with the kick. Candy holds out her hand, and Chaz embraces her in the middle of the ring, getting a huge reaction from the live crowd.)
Art Campbell: Yeah! Now THAT is a way to start off a pay per view!
Sid Carmack: I gotta say, I agree with you one hundred percent. This was a good match, and now we have an actual female as the Ladies Champion again.
Art Campbell: Indeed we do, Sid. Indeed we do!
WINNER: AND NEW PWSR LADIES CHAMPON: Candy via pinfall
Suddenly the arena goes black as the screen slowly pulls up to a room somewhere off in another part of the arena. Sitting there in a chair is none other than Sapphire. Now whether or not the crowd is booing her for interrupting the end of the match or because of who won is beyond her. Though it still brings a smartass smirk to her face.
Sapphire: Well, well, well, congrats on winning Candy. Who'd have ever thought you'd be walking out of here with that pretty belt around your waist. Enjoy it because as soon as I get my chance, I'll make sure you never walk out of the arena with it ever again. You see I'm a different type of Diva. I don't play well with others and you can bet I'll do just about anything to get my way. So keep that gold all nice and shiny, because when my chance comes I am taking what I deserve.
Skylar Mosier: Ladies and gentlemen, the following matchup is your opening bout for the 2009 PWSR Rise to Glory pay per view! It is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the PWSR Ladies Championship!
(The fans cheer. Suddenly, “Pour Some Sugar on Me” starts to play over the p.a. system, and the fans stand and cheer, as Candy skips out onto the stage, with Fluffy in her arm.)
Skylar Mosier: Introducing first, the challenge. Coming from Malibu Beach, California. She is the 2009 PWSR Queen of the Ring Winner, Candy!
(The fans continue to cheer, as Candy makes her way down the ramp.)
Art Campbell: Well, here comes the challenger in this match, and I must say she’s got her hands full here, as she looks to fight not only the champion, but her best friend, Chaz. This has to be a tough battle for Candy.
Sid Carmack: I don’t think so. Candy just needs to realize what this win could do for her. She needs to forget about Chaz and just focus on winning the title.
Art Campbell: Well, forgetting about her good friendship is much easier said than done, I’m sure.
(Candy makes it to the ring, and hands Fluffy to a ringside crew member before rolling into the ring. She walks over to the corner and climbs up the turnbuckle and poses for the crowd. She hops down and waits for Chaz to make his entrance.)
Skylar Mosier: And introducing her opponent…
(“Tearin’ Up My Heart” starts to play on the p.a. system, and the fans cheer again as Chaz Holiday makes his way out from behind the curtains.)
Skylar Mosier: From Hollywood, California, the PWSR Ladies Champion, Chaz Holiday!
(Chaz makes his way to the ring, and walks up the steel steps. He steps into the ring, as Skylar steps out of the ring. Chaz hands the title belt to referee Rihanna Jackson, as she shows the belt to Candy, and then raises it for the fans to see. She hands it to a ringside crew member, and then checks with both the champion, and the challenger. After making sure that they are both ready, Rihanna calls for the bell to start the match.)
Art Campbell: And here we go with our first match of the event! This one should be a good one, don’t you think?
Si d Carmack: Eh, it’ll be alright for what it is, the card opener.
Art Campbell: How can you say that, Sid? Candy has fought hard to get here. She won the 2009 Queen of the Ring in order to get this title shot.
Sid Carmack: Eh, it’s still the opening match. It’s not that important.
Art Campbell: I’d like to see you try and say that to either Chaz or Candy.
(In the ring, the two pace around the ring, and then Candy holds out her hand for Chaz to shake. He shakes her hand without hesitation, and the two then lock up. Both try to gain the early advantage, but neither is able to. Finally, Chaz is able to push Candy back to the ropes, and referee Rihanna Jackson orders him to back away, which he does. Candy gathers her composure, then the two lock up again. This time, Candy is the one to push Chaz back into the ropes. Candy sends Chaz across the ring with an irish whip, and goes for a clothesline, but Chaz ducks under, and rebounds off the other ropes. Chaz and Candy then collide in the middle of the ring, as both of them go for a clothesline.)
Art Campbell: Oh, looks like both of them were thinking the same thing there, as they both go down.
Sid Carmack: Really, Art? Wow, where did you get that idea?
Art Campbell: Shut up, Sid.
Sid Carmack: What’s wrong? I was just stating how obviously stupid your statement was.
Art Campbell: Do you see me doing that to you?
(In the ring, referee Rihanna Jackson begins her count on both competitors.)
1…
2…
3…
4…
5…
6…
(Before Rihanna can reach the count of seven, both Chaz and Candy get to their feet. They pace around, sizing each other up. They start exchanging blows, going back and forth. Candy goes for a spinning heel kick, but Chaz moves out of the way, and kicks Candy in the gut. He goes for his finishing maneuver the Perm, but Candy moves out of the way, and Chaz falls to the mat. Chaz gets up, and Candy goes for the Gum Drop ddt, but Chaz pushes her off, and she goes to the ropes. Candy comes back, and Chaz goes leans down, anticipating a back body drop, but Candy rolls over, and gets Chaz into a sunset flip pinning attempt. Referee Rihanna Jackson slides into position to make the count.)
1…
2…
Kick Out!
Art Campbell: Oh my, that was a close one! We almost had a new Ladies Champion.
Sid Carmack: Yeah, that was pretty close.
Art Campbell: Pretty close? That was very close, and almost three.
Sid Carmack: Sorry, Art. I’m just not into this match that much.
(Candy sits up and looks at Jackson to make sure that it was only a two count. She gets to her feet, and then walks over to Chaz to get him to his feet. Chaz begins to fight back with forearm shots, as he gets to his feet. He backs Candy to the ropes, and then sends her across the ring with an irish whip. Candy comes back, and goes for a ddt, but Chaz catches her, and suplexes her over with a snap vertical suplex. Chaz then turns over and hooks the leg as he goes for the pin.)
1…
2…
3? NO! Kick Out!!!
(Chaz drops the leg in frustration, and pleads with Jackson that it was indeed a three count. Candy gets to her feet, as Chaz turns his attention back to her. They go back and forth exchanging blows, retaliating to each other. Finally, Chaz is able to break the cycle, as he blocks one of Candy’s punches, and delivers a kick to the gut. Chaz then sets Candy up, and is able to nail the Perm. He turns Candy over, and hooks the leg, as Rihanna Jackson slides into position.)
1…
2…
3? NOOOO!!! 2.999999!
Art Campbell: My God! I thought it was over there!
Sid Carmack: Wow, that was close.
Art Campbell: It’s about time you started showing interest in this match!
Sid Carmack: Hey, you know just as well as I do that pay per view opening matches usually aren’t very good cause they are usually just filler so everyone can get seated and settled in.
Art Campbell: Not here in PWSR, the whole card is filled with matches that will be instant classics!
Sid Carmack: Uh, have you been getting into some of Xavior’s stash? Cause you’d have to be high to think that.
(Chaz sits up, as a look of frustration and desperation comes across his face. He gets to his feet, and goes to Candy’s feet, and tries to get her in the cloverleaf, but Candy kicks him away. Candy is able to get to her feet, and the two lock up again. Candy breaks the grapple, and runs back to the ropes. She goes for a clothesline, but Chaz ducks under. Candy comes back, and this time Chaz goes for a clothesline, but Candy is able to duck under, sending her rebounding off the ropes one again. She comes back, and this time Chaz goes for a back body drop. He flips Candy over, but she is able to land on her feet. Chaz turns around, then BAM! Candy nails her super kick finisher!)
Art Campbell: Sweet Tooth! Sweet Tooth! This could be it!
Sid Carmack: Come on!
(Rihanna Jackson slides into position, as the crowd counts with her.)
1….
Art Campbell: Yes! Come on!
2….
Sid Carmack: Come on!
3!
Art and Sid: YES!!!
(The crowd roars with cheers, as the bell sounds to end the match. In the ring, Candy bursts into tears of joy, as she hears her name announced.)
Skylar Mosier: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, and NEWWWWW PWSR Ladies Champion, Candy!!!
(Candy sits up on her knees, with tears streaming down her face. She is handed the Ladies title, and she holds it against her. She is able to get to her feet, and raises it up for the fans to see, as they cheer in approval. Chaz makes it to his feet, as he looks at Candy celebrating her victory. Candy turns around to see Chaz holding the side of his head where Candy had connected with the kick. Candy holds out her hand, and Chaz embraces her in the middle of the ring, getting a huge reaction from the live crowd.)
Art Campbell: Yeah! Now THAT is a way to start off a pay per view!
Sid Carmack: I gotta say, I agree with you one hundred percent. This was a good match, and now we have an actual female as the Ladies Champion again.
Art Campbell: Indeed we do, Sid. Indeed we do!
WINNER: AND NEW PWSR LADIES CHAMPON: Candy via pinfall
Suddenly the arena goes black as the screen slowly pulls up to a room somewhere off in another part of the arena. Sitting there in a chair is none other than Sapphire. Now whether or not the crowd is booing her for interrupting the end of the match or because of who won is beyond her. Though it still brings a smartass smirk to her face.
Sapphire: Well, well, well, congrats on winning Candy. Who'd have ever thought you'd be walking out of here with that pretty belt around your waist. Enjoy it because as soon as I get my chance, I'll make sure you never walk out of the arena with it ever again. You see I'm a different type of Diva. I don't play well with others and you can bet I'll do just about anything to get my way. So keep that gold all nice and shiny, because when my chance comes I am taking what I deserve.
Candy looks on in a bit of shock as the crowd continues to boo.
Sapphire: Honey, you can stand there in the ring thinking you’re the best woman in the PWSR but I promise you. No, better yet I swear to you that I will show everyone in the PWSR Universe that I am the HBIC.
Sapphire looks on and with a devious and aggressive tone screams out “THE HEAD BITCH IN CHARGE!!”
In a softer and gentler tone Sapphire winks at Candy.
Sapphire: Goodbye for now...
The screen starts to fade until there is nothing left. The lights come back to full leaving everyone to wonder just what this new diva has in store.
The screen starts to fade until there is nothing left. The lights come back to full leaving everyone to wonder just what this new diva has in store.
[SEGMENT] – STEVEN XAVIOR
Steven is seen in the hallway wearing his DFI Jacket and has his title wrapped around his waist. He's talking with one of the stagehands. He chuckles a bit from a joke the man made and then we see Lenny Jennings come up behind him. Steven turns around and looks at Lenny with a smile.
Steven Xavior: Lenny! What can I do for ya?
Lenny Jennings: Do you have a minute Steven?
Steven Xavior: Sure, what's up?
Lenny Jennings: I wanted to get an interview with you before your match.
Steven Xavior: Alright sounds good enough for me.
Lenny stares at the camera and so does Steven.
Lenny Jennings: Ladies and gentlemen at this time I'd like to welcome the 2009 King of the Ring AND the current No-Limits Champion..."The X-Factor" Steven Xavior.
The camera turns to Steven who waves at the camera. You could hear the cheer of the fans as Steven stops for a moment and looks around the place.
Steven Xavior: A live crowd tonight!
Steven chuckles and Lenny smiles.
Lenny Jennings: Steven, tonight it comes down to this. You take on Alpha Dog, the man who helped you win the King of the Ring in the first place, and the 2009 Superstar of the Year. Now I know the fans believe in you, but how are you feeling tonight...?
Steven looks at Lenny and shakes his head with a smile. He walks forward.
Steven Xavior: Follow me.
He tells the cameraman to follow. Steven then walks back and grabs Lenny's mic. Lenny stands there with a blink and Steven walks off towards the arena. Steven holds the mic up to his mouth and then starts to talk.
Steven Xavior: You know lately, I've been asked the question.
Steven makes a turn with the camera behind him. He turns to the camera.
Steven Xavior: And lately and I've gotten sick of the question you know what I mean?
The camera nods and then Steven smirks, he heads up some stairs.
Steven Xavior: So I'm gonna address you the fans about how I feel about this.
Steven walks through a curtain and he's in the crowd. The fans go crazy as Steven climbs up on a wall and looks at all of the fans. The security guards make sure some of the fans don't get in the way. A few hands up top touch Steven's shoulders and petting his back. Steven looks form left to right and then puts the mic up to his mouth.
Steven Xavior: Now people think, because Alpha has so much success that he's going to get my belt.
The fans boo.
Steven Xavior: I've been told "Steven you don't have a chance", "Steven this match could be your last as champion.", "Steven...you can't...do it."
The fans boo a bit louder after hearing the quotes.
Steven Xavior: I just have this to ask: Where have you been?!
The fans pop off as Steven has a "what the fuck look" and smiles.
Steven Xavior: You people must not know who I am, let me refresh your memory. I'm Steven Xavior, that same guy who's been kicking ass and taking names since I stepped through the door. The same Steven Xavior who won this No-Limits Title and the same who'll beat Alpha Dog tonight...for this No-Limits Title!!
The fans pop off.
Crowd: All Hail Xavior!! *clap clap clap clap* All Hail Xavior!! *clap clap clap clap*
Steven nods his head at the chant.
Steven Xavior: So to the doubters and to Alpha who's in the back thinking he's going to win? Know this: I WILL NOT QUIT!!! Because I'm Steven Xavior!!
He holds the mic up in the air.
Crowd: DON'T FORGET IT!!!
Steven puts the mic to his mouth.
Steven Xavior: Don't Forget It!!
His music begins to play and he climbs down. The scene fades off with Steven holding his belt up in the air as fans put their hands on it and on him.
Steven Xavior: Lenny! What can I do for ya?
Lenny Jennings: Do you have a minute Steven?
Steven Xavior: Sure, what's up?
Lenny Jennings: I wanted to get an interview with you before your match.
Steven Xavior: Alright sounds good enough for me.
Lenny stares at the camera and so does Steven.
Lenny Jennings: Ladies and gentlemen at this time I'd like to welcome the 2009 King of the Ring AND the current No-Limits Champion..."The X-Factor" Steven Xavior.
The camera turns to Steven who waves at the camera. You could hear the cheer of the fans as Steven stops for a moment and looks around the place.
Steven Xavior: A live crowd tonight!
Steven chuckles and Lenny smiles.
Lenny Jennings: Steven, tonight it comes down to this. You take on Alpha Dog, the man who helped you win the King of the Ring in the first place, and the 2009 Superstar of the Year. Now I know the fans believe in you, but how are you feeling tonight...?
Steven looks at Lenny and shakes his head with a smile. He walks forward.
Steven Xavior: Follow me.
He tells the cameraman to follow. Steven then walks back and grabs Lenny's mic. Lenny stands there with a blink and Steven walks off towards the arena. Steven holds the mic up to his mouth and then starts to talk.
Steven Xavior: You know lately, I've been asked the question.
Steven makes a turn with the camera behind him. He turns to the camera.
Steven Xavior: And lately and I've gotten sick of the question you know what I mean?
The camera nods and then Steven smirks, he heads up some stairs.
Steven Xavior: So I'm gonna address you the fans about how I feel about this.
Steven walks through a curtain and he's in the crowd. The fans go crazy as Steven climbs up on a wall and looks at all of the fans. The security guards make sure some of the fans don't get in the way. A few hands up top touch Steven's shoulders and petting his back. Steven looks form left to right and then puts the mic up to his mouth.
Steven Xavior: Now people think, because Alpha has so much success that he's going to get my belt.
The fans boo.
Steven Xavior: I've been told "Steven you don't have a chance", "Steven this match could be your last as champion.", "Steven...you can't...do it."
The fans boo a bit louder after hearing the quotes.
Steven Xavior: I just have this to ask: Where have you been?!
The fans pop off as Steven has a "what the fuck look" and smiles.
Steven Xavior: You people must not know who I am, let me refresh your memory. I'm Steven Xavior, that same guy who's been kicking ass and taking names since I stepped through the door. The same Steven Xavior who won this No-Limits Title and the same who'll beat Alpha Dog tonight...for this No-Limits Title!!
The fans pop off.
Crowd: All Hail Xavior!! *clap clap clap clap* All Hail Xavior!! *clap clap clap clap*
Steven nods his head at the chant.
Steven Xavior: So to the doubters and to Alpha who's in the back thinking he's going to win? Know this: I WILL NOT QUIT!!! Because I'm Steven Xavior!!
He holds the mic up in the air.
Crowd: DON'T FORGET IT!!!
Steven puts the mic to his mouth.
Steven Xavior: Don't Forget It!!
His music begins to play and he climbs down. The scene fades off with Steven holding his belt up in the air as fans put their hands on it and on him.
PWSR Rated R Championship
Bar Room Brawl
Chris Wylde © vs. Dirty Dogg
Bar Room Brawl
Chris Wylde © vs. Dirty Dogg
(The camera cuts to the announce team at ringside)
Art Campbell: Folks coming up next, we are about to cut live to a disused bar here in Miami behind the American Airlines Arena, where we will see the newly renamed Rated R Championship defended! Chris Wylde vs Dirty Dogg .... coming up!
Sid Carmack: This promises to be a slobberknocker, Art.
Art Campbell: Hey, that’s my line! I’m being told we now have the feed ready to go, so let’s take it over to our off-site broadcasters!
(The screen cuts to footage of the bar room where the brawl is about to take place. Dirty Dogg and Chris Wylde are being held apart by referee Kealen Foster. The fans back in the arena are watching on the big screen in the entranceway and cheering for the champion. Lenny steps in to announce the match in Skylar’s absence)
Lenny Jennings: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is the Rated R Championship Bar Room Brawl match! In this contest, the only way to win is to render your opponent unconscious. Introducing first the challenger, Dirty Dogg! And his opponent, the current Rated R Champion, Chris Wylde!
(The bell rings in the arena and Foster steps backwards, letting the two men go at it. Wylde throws a hard right hand at Dirty Dogg. Dogg returns the favour, and they begin trading punches in the middle of the bar area. Dirty Dogg rakes Wylde in the eyes and causes the champion to grab his face, allowing the challenger an opportunity to score a kick to the kneecap, almost knocking Wylde over)
Art Campbell: Well, you’re not going to see a whole lot of wrestling in this one folks, but that was smart by Dirty Dogg to try and destroy Wylde’s vertical base this early on in the match. That may well be the challengers best option here if he wants to walk away tonight with the Rated R Championship!
Sid Carmack: Good point Art, Dirty Dogg is coming in here tonight with tactics in mind obviously to survive the pier six brawl that is about to break out!
(Dirty Dogg follows up on the offense by kicking the champ in the face as he staggers backwards, sending Wylde flying back against the bar. Dogg tries to keep Chris against the bar, and grabs a nearby beer bottle. Dirty Dogg swings it at the champion, who ducks, reaches down and catches Dogg’s leg, then suplexes the challenger backwards over the bar)
Art Campbell: Look out! The momentum in this match just shifted very suddenly, and that may be the key here tonight ladies and gentlemen ... whichever man can hold the upper hand in this back-and-forth encounter will surely capitalise and leave here tonight with the championship
(Wylde jumps over the bar and starts kicking Dirty Dogg on the floor around the other side. Dogg rolls out from behind the bar to get away from Wylde and arms himself with a pool cue. Wylde comes over and tries to grab Dogg, and receives an unexpected pool cue to the face. Chris goes down, referee Foster runs across to check on him, but he’s able to continue.)
Sid Carmack: Woo ... what a great shot there from Dirty Dogg! A few more of those and we’ll finally have a new champion – thankfully.
Art Campbell: Will you stop? We’re supposed to be giving fair, unbiased analysis of this match!
(Dirty Dogg continues to swing the cue around crazily and forces Wylde to get away. Thankfully, he manages to get out of Dogg’s range which causes the challenger to come charging across the room. Wylde dives out of the way and Dirty Dogg’s own momentum carries him straight into a brick wall)
Art Campbell: OUCH!!! This does not bode well for Dirty Dogg ... did you see the force with which he flew into that wall there?! This may be over right here
Sid Carmack: This is horrible. Someone get in there and help Dirty Dogg!
(Referee Foster checks on Dirty Dogg but rules that the match will continue. Wylde capitalises and picks Dogg up, slamming him down through a nearby table. Again, Foster checks on the challenger but decides that he is capable of carrying on with the match. Chris again lifts Dirty Dogg up preparing to nail him with a suplex, but Dogg jumps out this time and kicks Wylde in the leg again, taking him down onto his knees. Dirty Dogg runs across and smashes the champion with a running knee lift, regaining the momentum in the match temporarily)
Art Campbell: Dirty Dogg is back in the match now with that vital counter! Dirty Dogg looking good here in the early stages of this match tonight, but can he keep it up?
Sid Carmack: Of course he can, Art! Why are you doubting Dirty Dogg here? He’s proved himself to be one hell of a fighter, unlike that Chris Wylde ...
Art Campbell: You’re just racist, Sid! Just because Chris hails from England doesn’t make him useless ya know.
(Dirty Dogg follows up by jumping on the bar and hitting a legdrop off onto Wylde, but still can’t knock him out. Dogg lifts the champ up and slams him repeatedly onto the bar trying to get the win. Wylde reaches over desperately, grabs a pint glass from under the bar and swings it upwards, breaking it over his opponents face. Dirty Dogg falls backwards holding his face and Wylde pushes him down onto a pool table. Instead of following up, Wylde grabs the pool balls from under the table and puts them down on the surface where Dogg is laying face up bleeding from the face. The champion grabs his cue and starts trying to pot all the balls, knocking them all into Dogg’s face)
Art Campbell: Yes! Now that’s hardcore, folks ...
Sid Carmack: You mean “that’s Rated R, folks”?
Art Campbell: Quite right Sid, and boy, that new championship belt looks great, doesn’t it? It’s not surprising these guys are so desperate to leave here tonight with the title!
Sid Carmack: This is Miami, Art, how can anyone be desperate to leave? Especially someone like Wylde from the preposterously titled Greater Manchester! Believe me, we’ve been there, there’s nothing great about it!
Art Campbell: You’re ridiculous sometimes, Sidney.
(Referee Foster checks on Dirty Dogg and finds him to be ok to continue. Wylde climbs up onto the table and locks the challenger in a sharpshooter, causing him to yell out in pain and fight desperately to squirm out of the hold. Eventually Dogg manages to wiggle to the edge and reach down to grab the bottom of the table, giving him the ability to drop to the floor and break the hold. Wylde follows up immediately by diving off the table with a frogsplash onto Dirty Dogg)
Art Campbell: Frogsplash! But there’s no pinfalls in this environment of course, Sid ... and surely that will cost Wylde here? This match would be over now
Sid Carmack: Don’t be stupid Art, Dirty Dogg wouldn’t stay down for this idiot!
Art Campbell: He already has before, twice.
Sid Carmack: But that was different, Arty. Tonight’s match rules favours Dirty Dogg! He’s a tougher, more experienced competitor –
(Wylde senses the end is almost in sight and lifts Dirty Dogg up for the brainbuster. Dirty Dogg jumps out and goes right back to the injured knee again, kicking Wylde, smacking him across the back of the legs with a nearby bottle, and then locking in a figure-4 leglock on the floor. Referee Foster asks Wylde if he wants to give up the match, to which he yells no)
Art Campbell: Well you heard it here first folks, Chris Wylde is never going to give up this fight whilst he’s still conscious ... Dirty Dogg is actually going to have to knock him out to win the title and of course, you have to believe the same is true in reverse, Sid. Dirty Dogg isn’t going to stay down here tonight either!
Sid Carmack: I have good money on Dogg winning the title Art, he better not stay down!
Art Campbell: I always knew you were corrupt, Sid!
(Dirty Dogg breaks the submission hold and tries a different approach, jumping up onto the bar and getting ready to nail a frogsplash of his own but Wylde gets up and thwarts his plans and climbs up as well. Both men start exchanging punches on top of the bar)
Art Campbell: This is a dangerous situation right here! Dirty Dogg was getting ready to turn the tide in this match but now Wylde is right back up there and now either man could win it. This has been brutal!
(Dirty Dogg low-blows Wylde and lifts him up to nail the Whiskey in the Jar off the bar, Wylde jumps out backwards, dives off the bar and lands on his feet on the floor catching the challenger by surprise. Wylde reaches up and grabs Dirty Dogg’s arms and sends him flying off the bar with an iconoclasm, crashing through a trolley full of glass bottles)
Sid Carmack: Good God, Dirty Dogg is done here, surely? Damn it!
(Kealen Foster checks on Dirty Dogg, but somehow he starts trying to climb back to his feet and get back into the match. Wylde waits for him to get back up and turn around, and then nails a thunderous running spear, crashing Dirty Dogg backwards right through the glass windows at the front of the bar and out into the street outside)
Art Campbell: HOLY SHIT!
(Both men lie on the concrete outside the bar and Foster checks them both. The match continues though, as Wylde scrambles back to his vertical base and goes to DDT Dirty Dogg into the sidewalk to finish the match. Dogg pulls his head back, spins Wylde around and lifts him up for his powerbomb finisher, Wylde slips out backwards, spins Dirty Dogg around and lifts him up one more time, nailing the brainbuster outside the bar. Referee Foster leans over and looks at Dirty Dogg, checks him, and calls for the bell)
Art Campbell: It’s over! It’s over! My God, these two men have destroyed each other here tonight in Miami ... but when it’s all said and done, Chris Wylde walks out with the Rated R Championship! And if this is a sign of things to come for the Rated R era, then we’re in for some great bloodbaths in the future, Sid.
Sid Carmack: We sure are Arty, and there’s no doubt this division will only get better when we finally get a new champion!
Art Campbell: Could you be any more bitter if you tried, Sid? Seriously. Anyway, still to come tonight folks, we will see Daz and Shane Fuller battle in the match the whole world is watching, Axle Vengeance gets one more shot at glory, The Alpha Dog has a chance to seize opportunity and move one step closer to the grandslam as well .... we are just getting started here tonight at Rise To Glory!
Art Campbell: Folks coming up next, we are about to cut live to a disused bar here in Miami behind the American Airlines Arena, where we will see the newly renamed Rated R Championship defended! Chris Wylde vs Dirty Dogg .... coming up!
Sid Carmack: This promises to be a slobberknocker, Art.
Art Campbell: Hey, that’s my line! I’m being told we now have the feed ready to go, so let’s take it over to our off-site broadcasters!
(The screen cuts to footage of the bar room where the brawl is about to take place. Dirty Dogg and Chris Wylde are being held apart by referee Kealen Foster. The fans back in the arena are watching on the big screen in the entranceway and cheering for the champion. Lenny steps in to announce the match in Skylar’s absence)
Lenny Jennings: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is the Rated R Championship Bar Room Brawl match! In this contest, the only way to win is to render your opponent unconscious. Introducing first the challenger, Dirty Dogg! And his opponent, the current Rated R Champion, Chris Wylde!
(The bell rings in the arena and Foster steps backwards, letting the two men go at it. Wylde throws a hard right hand at Dirty Dogg. Dogg returns the favour, and they begin trading punches in the middle of the bar area. Dirty Dogg rakes Wylde in the eyes and causes the champion to grab his face, allowing the challenger an opportunity to score a kick to the kneecap, almost knocking Wylde over)
Art Campbell: Well, you’re not going to see a whole lot of wrestling in this one folks, but that was smart by Dirty Dogg to try and destroy Wylde’s vertical base this early on in the match. That may well be the challengers best option here if he wants to walk away tonight with the Rated R Championship!
Sid Carmack: Good point Art, Dirty Dogg is coming in here tonight with tactics in mind obviously to survive the pier six brawl that is about to break out!
(Dirty Dogg follows up on the offense by kicking the champ in the face as he staggers backwards, sending Wylde flying back against the bar. Dogg tries to keep Chris against the bar, and grabs a nearby beer bottle. Dirty Dogg swings it at the champion, who ducks, reaches down and catches Dogg’s leg, then suplexes the challenger backwards over the bar)
Art Campbell: Look out! The momentum in this match just shifted very suddenly, and that may be the key here tonight ladies and gentlemen ... whichever man can hold the upper hand in this back-and-forth encounter will surely capitalise and leave here tonight with the championship
(Wylde jumps over the bar and starts kicking Dirty Dogg on the floor around the other side. Dogg rolls out from behind the bar to get away from Wylde and arms himself with a pool cue. Wylde comes over and tries to grab Dogg, and receives an unexpected pool cue to the face. Chris goes down, referee Foster runs across to check on him, but he’s able to continue.)
Sid Carmack: Woo ... what a great shot there from Dirty Dogg! A few more of those and we’ll finally have a new champion – thankfully.
Art Campbell: Will you stop? We’re supposed to be giving fair, unbiased analysis of this match!
(Dirty Dogg continues to swing the cue around crazily and forces Wylde to get away. Thankfully, he manages to get out of Dogg’s range which causes the challenger to come charging across the room. Wylde dives out of the way and Dirty Dogg’s own momentum carries him straight into a brick wall)
Art Campbell: OUCH!!! This does not bode well for Dirty Dogg ... did you see the force with which he flew into that wall there?! This may be over right here
Sid Carmack: This is horrible. Someone get in there and help Dirty Dogg!
(Referee Foster checks on Dirty Dogg but rules that the match will continue. Wylde capitalises and picks Dogg up, slamming him down through a nearby table. Again, Foster checks on the challenger but decides that he is capable of carrying on with the match. Chris again lifts Dirty Dogg up preparing to nail him with a suplex, but Dogg jumps out this time and kicks Wylde in the leg again, taking him down onto his knees. Dirty Dogg runs across and smashes the champion with a running knee lift, regaining the momentum in the match temporarily)
Art Campbell: Dirty Dogg is back in the match now with that vital counter! Dirty Dogg looking good here in the early stages of this match tonight, but can he keep it up?
Sid Carmack: Of course he can, Art! Why are you doubting Dirty Dogg here? He’s proved himself to be one hell of a fighter, unlike that Chris Wylde ...
Art Campbell: You’re just racist, Sid! Just because Chris hails from England doesn’t make him useless ya know.
(Dirty Dogg follows up by jumping on the bar and hitting a legdrop off onto Wylde, but still can’t knock him out. Dogg lifts the champ up and slams him repeatedly onto the bar trying to get the win. Wylde reaches over desperately, grabs a pint glass from under the bar and swings it upwards, breaking it over his opponents face. Dirty Dogg falls backwards holding his face and Wylde pushes him down onto a pool table. Instead of following up, Wylde grabs the pool balls from under the table and puts them down on the surface where Dogg is laying face up bleeding from the face. The champion grabs his cue and starts trying to pot all the balls, knocking them all into Dogg’s face)
Art Campbell: Yes! Now that’s hardcore, folks ...
Sid Carmack: You mean “that’s Rated R, folks”?
Art Campbell: Quite right Sid, and boy, that new championship belt looks great, doesn’t it? It’s not surprising these guys are so desperate to leave here tonight with the title!
Sid Carmack: This is Miami, Art, how can anyone be desperate to leave? Especially someone like Wylde from the preposterously titled Greater Manchester! Believe me, we’ve been there, there’s nothing great about it!
Art Campbell: You’re ridiculous sometimes, Sidney.
(Referee Foster checks on Dirty Dogg and finds him to be ok to continue. Wylde climbs up onto the table and locks the challenger in a sharpshooter, causing him to yell out in pain and fight desperately to squirm out of the hold. Eventually Dogg manages to wiggle to the edge and reach down to grab the bottom of the table, giving him the ability to drop to the floor and break the hold. Wylde follows up immediately by diving off the table with a frogsplash onto Dirty Dogg)
Art Campbell: Frogsplash! But there’s no pinfalls in this environment of course, Sid ... and surely that will cost Wylde here? This match would be over now
Sid Carmack: Don’t be stupid Art, Dirty Dogg wouldn’t stay down for this idiot!
Art Campbell: He already has before, twice.
Sid Carmack: But that was different, Arty. Tonight’s match rules favours Dirty Dogg! He’s a tougher, more experienced competitor –
(Wylde senses the end is almost in sight and lifts Dirty Dogg up for the brainbuster. Dirty Dogg jumps out and goes right back to the injured knee again, kicking Wylde, smacking him across the back of the legs with a nearby bottle, and then locking in a figure-4 leglock on the floor. Referee Foster asks Wylde if he wants to give up the match, to which he yells no)
Art Campbell: Well you heard it here first folks, Chris Wylde is never going to give up this fight whilst he’s still conscious ... Dirty Dogg is actually going to have to knock him out to win the title and of course, you have to believe the same is true in reverse, Sid. Dirty Dogg isn’t going to stay down here tonight either!
Sid Carmack: I have good money on Dogg winning the title Art, he better not stay down!
Art Campbell: I always knew you were corrupt, Sid!
(Dirty Dogg breaks the submission hold and tries a different approach, jumping up onto the bar and getting ready to nail a frogsplash of his own but Wylde gets up and thwarts his plans and climbs up as well. Both men start exchanging punches on top of the bar)
Art Campbell: This is a dangerous situation right here! Dirty Dogg was getting ready to turn the tide in this match but now Wylde is right back up there and now either man could win it. This has been brutal!
(Dirty Dogg low-blows Wylde and lifts him up to nail the Whiskey in the Jar off the bar, Wylde jumps out backwards, dives off the bar and lands on his feet on the floor catching the challenger by surprise. Wylde reaches up and grabs Dirty Dogg’s arms and sends him flying off the bar with an iconoclasm, crashing through a trolley full of glass bottles)
Sid Carmack: Good God, Dirty Dogg is done here, surely? Damn it!
(Kealen Foster checks on Dirty Dogg, but somehow he starts trying to climb back to his feet and get back into the match. Wylde waits for him to get back up and turn around, and then nails a thunderous running spear, crashing Dirty Dogg backwards right through the glass windows at the front of the bar and out into the street outside)
Art Campbell: HOLY SHIT!
(Both men lie on the concrete outside the bar and Foster checks them both. The match continues though, as Wylde scrambles back to his vertical base and goes to DDT Dirty Dogg into the sidewalk to finish the match. Dogg pulls his head back, spins Wylde around and lifts him up for his powerbomb finisher, Wylde slips out backwards, spins Dirty Dogg around and lifts him up one more time, nailing the brainbuster outside the bar. Referee Foster leans over and looks at Dirty Dogg, checks him, and calls for the bell)
Art Campbell: It’s over! It’s over! My God, these two men have destroyed each other here tonight in Miami ... but when it’s all said and done, Chris Wylde walks out with the Rated R Championship! And if this is a sign of things to come for the Rated R era, then we’re in for some great bloodbaths in the future, Sid.
Sid Carmack: We sure are Arty, and there’s no doubt this division will only get better when we finally get a new champion!
Art Campbell: Could you be any more bitter if you tried, Sid? Seriously. Anyway, still to come tonight folks, we will see Daz and Shane Fuller battle in the match the whole world is watching, Axle Vengeance gets one more shot at glory, The Alpha Dog has a chance to seize opportunity and move one step closer to the grandslam as well .... we are just getting started here tonight at Rise To Glory!
[BAR ROOM BRAWL AFTERMATH]
Chris Wylde is standing on top of the bar, holding the PWSR Rated R Championship over his head. Chris Wylde is smiling greatly as he looks at the crowd cheering for him.
Art Campbell: That was a hellacious match. Both Wylde and Dirty Dogg laid it all out for the Rated R Championship! Chris Wylde came out the better man here.
Sid Carmack: It really was. I wish I was there so I can drink with him too.
Chris Wylde takes a bottle of beer and starts to chug it down. A man with black paint on his face comes from the back. He's holding a florescent light tube in his hand. Chris Wylde doesn't know that this man is behind him. The man swings the tube and shatters it across Chris Wylde's back, sending him forward to the floor.
Art Campbell: What the hell? Who is that?
Sid Carmack: I don't know... But he looks familiar...
The man is laughing sadistically as he comes around to the front of the counter. He grabs two vodka bottles. He swings on and shatters it over Chris Wylde 's head. The man swings the other bottle, shattering it as well. Chris Wylde is on his back. The man gets on top of him and starts to punch him repeatedly. He gets up close to him.
Man: PWSR's Hardcore division has entered a brand new era in changing it to the Rated R Championship. With a new era, come new beginnings. Chris Wylde, I hope that you enjoy this win for as long as you can, because you not survive the next time you're in a Rated R Match. You can thank Devious Dave Diamond for signing me. You can thank Diamond for this massacre that you are about to receive. You can thank the god that you worship that you are the Rated R Champion. You can damn him as well for making me want the same thing.
The Man slapped the downed man to make sure that he doesn't pass out.
Man: Don't go to sleep just yet. You have to know the name of the man that is going to be the next Rated R Champion. I'm the World's Most Sadistic Man... I am Manny Genocide!
Sid Carmack: Manny Genocide! You can't be serious! That sociopath is in PWSR!?
Art Campbell: You've heard of him?
Sid Carmack: Yeah, he was that wrestler that was sent to an insane asylum when he placed an opponent on an electric chair and doused him with water. So that's who Diamond was talking to during the overseas tour!
Art Campbell: Well, the Rated R Division just got a little bit more interesting.
Manny let out a big evil laugh as he got off of Chris Wylde and grabbed the Rated R Championship. He stared at it with a sick and happy glare. He dropped the title on Chris Wylde's head. Manny walks out the bar with a stunned crowd looking at the extra damage cause.
[SEGMENT] – SHANE FULLER
Lenny Jennings: Ladies a gentlemen we’re back here in the American Airlines Arena parking lot where I’ve just received word that “Prime Time” Shane Fuller is seconds away from arriving. I am out here to confirm if the rumors are true regarding Billy C and if in fact he is with Shane…
Suddenly we see a white stretch limo pull up behind Lenny and he turns around and nearly breaks his neck to get to the limo.
Lenny Jennings: Shane Fuller… Shane Fuller…
The limo door opens and Shane steps out with a few gorgeous blondes.
Lenny Jennings: Get a shot inside the limo; is there anyone else in there?
The camera zooms inside the limo to reveal nothing but empty seats.
Lenny Jennings: Shane? Are the rumors true? Is Billy C here with you tonight?
Shane Fuller stops in his tracks and looks at Lenny.
Shane Fuller: Who in the holy hell are you?
Lenny Jennings: I’m Lenny Jennings. Interviewer and investigating reporter for the PWSR.
Shane Fuller: Listen here Geraldo, as you can see the only company that “The Golden God” has with him tonight are two of the finest pieces of ass that Miami has to offer.
Shane starts to walk away, but Lenny makes a couple of fast steps backwards, nearly falling over to get the mic back in front on Shane.
Shane Fuller: You’re kidding me, right? You want the scoop that bad? Alright; go ahead!
Lenny Jennings: Well…
As Lenny goes to speak Shane smacks him in the face and starts mocking him.
Shane Fuller: Shut up you gaudy twerp! All you need to know is that I am here tonight to walk to that ring, kick a few teeth out of the head of the champ, and then make him the former. You understand? Better yet, why don’t you go back to the limo, put some ice on your cheek, because it’s already starting to swell up, and have a few drinks on me. I don’t need permission to hang out or travel with anyone and sure as hell don’t need anyone’s permission. As you can see there is no sign of Billy C here, but even if I decided invite him to the arena, who in the fuck are you to tell me otherwise.
While Lenny is holding his cheek, Shane reaches up and pulls his arm down and looks at his cheek with a concerned look on his face.
Shane Fuller: I’m sorry Lenny, I didn’t mean for it to be that hard, now it’s red on that side.
Shane starts to walk away then stops and slaps Lenny across his other cheek.
Shane Fuller: There you go, chief. Now your face is even.
The camera pans closer on Lenny as is bent over holding his face.
PWSR Tag Team Championship
Makua Koa & Josiah Cena vs. Necessary Roughness ©
(The camera cuts to ringside, where Skylar Mosier is in the ring to announce the next match.)
Skylar Mosier: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a tag team match, and is for the PWSR Tag-Team Championships! Introducing first, the challengers.
(“It’s Time for War” starts to play over the p.a. system, and the fans cheer, as Makua Koa and Josiah Cena come out from behind the curtains.)
Skylar Mosier: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of five hundred and one pounds, the team of the Samoan Warrior, Makua Koa, and Josiah Cena, they are the former PWSR Tag-Team Champions, the Warriors!
(The fans continue to cheer, as Cena and Koa make their way down the ramp and into the ring. Makua walks over and climbs up the turnbuckle, as Cena walks over and gives Skylar a kiss on the cheek. Makua and Cena go over to the corner, as they discuss their strategy while awaiting the entrance of their opponents.)
Art Campbell: Well Sid, this match should be very interesting. It was Cena and Koa that Necessary Roughness defeated to win the tag team titles, so you would think that it would mean more for the former champions to defeat NR to get their belts back.
Sid Carmack: Yeah, I’m sure they’d like to get the belts back, but quite frankly, it’s just not gonna happen tonight. Necessary Roughness will be too much.
Art Campbell: Well, that remains to be seen, but one thing that has to be going through Josiah Cena’s mind is the events that have transpired recently involving himself, Skylar Mosier, and Revolution. With rumors that Revolution is in the building, one would have to expect that Cena will be on the lookout for any signs of him.
Sid Carmack: That may be, but all that will do for Cena is put his team at a disadvantage. If he and Makua really want to win the tag-titles back, they’ll have to put all of their focus on the champs.
Art Campbell: Well, I can’t argue with you there.
(Just then, “Bia Bia” begins to blare over the p.a. system, and the crowds immediately begin to boo as the Tag Team Champs come out onto the stage. They raise their title belts in the air, as the boos continue to rain down from the live audience.)
Skylar Mosier: And their opponents, making their way to the ring, from Oakland, California, at a combined weight of six hundred thirty-nine pounds. They are the 2009 PWSR Tag-Team of the Year, and the current PWSR Tag-Team Champions, Big Boss and Rampage, Necessary Roughness!
(The fans continue to boo, as the champs make their way to the ring. They get in, and start talking trash to Cena and Koa. Referee Terry Haas takes the tag belts, and shows them to the challengers, before raising them up in the air for the fans to see. He hands them to a ringside crew member, and then calls for the bell to start the match.)
Art Campbell: And here we go with what is sure to be another great match here at PWSR Rise to Glory 2009!
Sid Carmack: Yeah, we’re about to see Necessary Roughness retain their championships, and show why they are the Tag Team of the Year.
(Rampage and Makua are selected by their teams to start off the match. The two big men pace around the ring, taking a moment to size each other up. They lock up, and both vie for position in trying to gain the early advantage. Rampage is finally able to force Makua into the corner, and delivers a few right hand shots, before Haas orders him to back away. Makua gathers himself, and comes out of the corner, and locks up with Rampage again. This time, Makua is able to turn Rampage around, and drive him chest first into the turnbuckle. Makua runs back to the ropes to gain momentum, and then when Rampage turns around, Makua nails him with a shoulder block that sends Rampage back to the ropes, and tumbling over and down to the outside. Big Boss drops down from the apron, and walks over to talk strategy with his tag team partner. Makua sees this, and runs back to the ropes, and rebounds off and runs and dives over the ropes and through the air, taking out both Big Boss and Rampage!)
Sid Carmack: Holy Shit! A flying Samoan!
Art Campbell: Shades of the great Jimmy “Superfly” Snuka!
Sid Carmack: Althouh, in that case, it’d be Makua “Supersize” Koa.
Art Campbell: Sid!
Sid Carmack: What?
Art Campbell: Sometimes you just need to keep your mouth shut.
(On the outside, Makua gets to his feet, and rolls back into the ring, as the fans start chanting “That Was Awesome!” Makua walks over and tags in Josiah Cena, much to the joy of all the fans. Cena comes into the ring, as Rampage is rolling back into the ring from the outside. Ramage gets to his feet just in time to start trading shots with Cena. Cena starts to get the upper hand, and starts delivering shot after shot. He sends Rampage to the ropes, and goes for a back body drop, but Rampage just delivers a clubbing blow to the back of Cena, knocking him down to the mat.)
Sid Carmack: Ha! Cena, that idiot.
Art Campbell: Sid, a lot of people say that about you.
Sid Carmack: Ouch. Why ya gotta hurt my feelings like that? What’d I do to deserve that?
Art Campbell: Oh brother. I ask myself that question every week.
(Rampage gets Cena to his feet, and then throws him to the corner where Big Boss is at. Rampage tags in Big Boss, and the two double team Cena with punches, before pulling him out of the corner, and delivering a double team vertical suplex. Big Boss walks over to Cena, and drops down with an elbow drop. He goes for the cover, as referee Terry Haas slides into position.)
1…
2…
Kick Out!
(The fans cheer, as Big Boss looks over at Haas to make sure it was indeed only a two count. Rampage calls for the tag, and Big Boss makes the tag. The two get Cena back up to his feet, and then they set him up. They both run to opposites sides of the ring, and nail Cena with the Blitz. Rampage goes for the cover, as Big Boss steps back out on the apron.)
1…
2…
(Makua Koa is able to come in at the last possible second to break up the pin attempt. Big Boss comes back into the ring and attacks Makua, sending him back out of the ring. Big Boss and Rampage then start double teaming Cena once again, punching and kicking him.)
Art Campbell: Oh come on! Get Big Boss out of there, he isn’t the legal man!
Sid Carmack: But it was okay when Makua went in and ruined the match?
Art Campbell: Ruined the match? He saved the match for his team.
Sid Carmack: Exactly!
(Haas tells Big Boss to get back on the apron, which he does. Rampage comes over, and tags in Big Boss, and the two go back to work on Cena. Haas is able to get Rampage out of the ring, as Cena and Big Boss exchange right hands, both men staggering. The camera cuts to a shot at ringside. The cameraman is able to get a good view of the punches. Suddenly, the camera is set down on the ground.)
Art Campbell: Uh….it appears our cameraman has decided to forget about the match in the ring.
Sid Carmack: What’s he doing?
(The cameraman walks over to the ringside position, and then grabs Skylar Mosier, and lifts her up onto his shoulders. He walks back, and starts heading up the ramp, with Skylar screaming for help. The fans don’t know what to think, until the cameraman reaches the top of the ramp. He looks back at the ring, and takes off his hat, revealing that he is none other than Revolution.)
Art Campbell: Revolution! That bastard’s got Skylar!
Sid Carmack: He’s no bastard! He’s helping Cena by getting that distraction out of here!
(Cena glances up at the top of the ramp, and sees Revolution standing there with Skylar. Rev turns around, and walks through the curtains. Cena looks back at Big Boss, and then back up at the stage. Cena shoves Big Boss away, and then tags in Makua. Cena slides out of the ring, and then starts bolting up the ramp after Revolution.)
Sid Carmack: What the hell? Where is Cena going!?
Art Campbell: Where do you think? He’s going after that bastard, Revolution.
Sid Carmack: But he’s leaving Makua in the ring alone with Necessary Roughness! Some partner he is!
(Back in the ring, Makua looks up at the ramp with an expression of confusion on his face, as he doesn’t know what to think. Just then, Big Boss comes from behind and nails him with a blow to the back of the head. Makua stumbles forward to the ropes, and has to hang on to keep himself up. He turns around, as Big Boss comes in for another shot. Makua blocks the shot, and delivers a right hand of his own, and then another, and another. The crowd starts to get behind Makua as he fights back.)
Art Campbell: Look at this! Look at this! Makua Koa is showing the heart of a warrior by not going down without a fight!
Sid Carmack: Where’d you get that from? A used fortune cookie?
Art Campbell: Sid!
Sid Carmack: What?
Art Campbell: Shut Up!
(Makua fights back for a few moments, but then Rampage comes into the ring and attacks Makua from behind. The tag champs then set Makua up and both run to the ropes, and nail him with the Blitz. Big Boss covers Makua, as referee Terry Haas has no choice but to count the pin.)
Art Campbell: No! Not like this!
1…
Sid Carmack: Yes! Come on!
2…
Art Campbell: Kick Out, Makua!
3!
Sid Carmack: YES!!!!
Art Campbell: NOOO!!!! Damnit!
(The fans begin to boo, as a ringside crew member hands Haas the title belts. Sid Carmack stands up, and gets a mic.)
Sid Carmack: Ladies and gentlemen, since Skylar is not here, I’ll be announcing the winners of this match, and I am proud to announce that the winners of this match, and STILL PWSR Tag-Team Champions, Big Boss and Rampage, Necessary Roughness!
(The fans continue to boo, as the champs get out of the ring with their title belts. They make their way up the ramp, as referee Terry Haas checks on Makua Koa in the ring.
WINNERS: AND STILL PWSR TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS: Necessary Roughness via pinfall
[SEGMENT] – NICK MADISON
(The camera cuts to the backstage area, where we see Nick Madison taping up his wrists, getting ready for his match. Lenny Jennings approaches him, and waits for Madison to look up. Madison continues to tape his wrists, until Lenny clears his throat to get Nick’s attention. Nick slowly looks up at Lenny.)
Nick Madison: Yes?
Lenny Jennings: Nick, I was wondering if I could get a few words with you before your match against Axle Vengeance?
(Nick stands up, and lets out a deep sigh. He knew someone would eventually come to interview him and get his thoughts. It was all a part of being the champion going into a big match. There was no way that they would actually let him be able to concentrate just on the match he was minutes away from fighting. No, they had to send some puny interviewer to attempt to distract him with mindless questions that he’s been asked at least a thousand times.)
Nick Madison: Sure, why not Lenny. Not like I have anything else to do like get ready for a title defense.
Lenny Jennings: Uh…okay…
Nick Madison: Just go ahead with your first question, Lenny.
Lenny Jennings: Okay, well last week we saw you win possibly the biggest match of your career, as you were able to defeat Shane Fuller, and retain the Intercontinental Title. What are your thoughts on defeating arguably one of the most prominent superstars in this company?
Nick Madison: Well Lenny, that’s what true champions are made of. A true champion takes on all comers, and never backs down from a challenge. Last week, a challenge was set in front of me in the form of Shane Fuller. I know there were a lot of people that said it couldn’t be done. There were people that didn’t give me a chance in hell of beating Fuller, much like I’m sure they don’t give me a chance tonight in beating Axle. But tonight, just like last week, I’m going to show all of them wrong, when I go out there and show why I am the champion.
Lenny Jennings: Well, as we’ve reported numerous times, you are the longest reigning Intercontinental Champion in company history. How does it feel breaking the record once held by former PWS superstar, and current PWSWF World Heavyweight Champion, Billy C?
Nick Madison: Well, right now I’m not really thinking about it. I mean, yeah it is a great achievement to break a record of that stature, but right now I’m just focused on retaining the title.
Lenny Jennings: Is there any added pressure in the fact that you are defending a record, and knowing that the last time you met Axle in the ring, you weren’t able to come out with the victory?
(Madison quickly looks at Lenny with a dark, cold stare that sends chills down the interviewer’s spine.)
Nick Madison: The past does not matter right now, because I assure you it will NOT repeat itself tonight. I intend on walking in, AND walking out, as the PWSR Intercontinental Champion.
(Madison walks off, leaving Lenny standing in front of the camera, visibly intimidated.)
Lenny Jennings: W-well, there you have it. Madison f-focused on his match. B-b-back to you guys at ringside.
(The camera cuts back to ringside……
[SEGMENT] – HARLOW MICHAELS
*There's a shadowy figure at a dressing room and it's filled with lit candles. The camera moves on forward to see that the shadowy figure is the lady known as "The Psycho Queen" Harlow Michaels. She looks up and notices the camera crew was standing there. She let out an evil giggle and an even more evil smile comes across her face. She says into the camera.*
"The Psycho Queen" Harlow Michaels: WOW! I guess you have found me at this PWSR PPV called Rise to Glory. I was part of a stable that was not going anywhere and I was being made fun. That’s when I TOTALLY snapped! So, what did I do? That answer was so simple. I left this company and checked myself into a mental hospital because after I left this company, I tried to end my life. I FINALLY got the help from the doctors and now I'm free to be back into this filth infested society. I’m not going to be made fun ANYMORE! I'm coming back here for one simple thing and that's to be the REAL PWSR Women's Champion. A GUY holding THAT title, that’s simply pathetic. I can't wait to show my OWN brand of craziness and show that I'm NOT going to be pushed around and made fun ANY DAMN FUCKING more. PWSR, you want crazy, psycho to come on out. I’LL SHOW YOU THAT. Good luck to all of you because you're all in my world. The crazy, psycho fucked up world. I’m not leaving this place. I’ll be the PWSR Women's Champion one way or another. You’ll get the fuck out of my dressing room. You interrupted a ritual that I love doing.
*Harlow let out a evil giggle and continued with her ritual.*
PWSR Intercontinental Championship
Nick Madison © vs. Axel Vengeance
Skylar Mosier is standing in the ring.
Art Campbell: This next match is going to be a real knock down drag out fight. Nick Madison and Axle Vengeance really don’t like each other.
Sid Carmack: Don’t like each other? They HATE each other. Those two want to rip each other’s heads off! There is a reason why this is no DQ.
Mosier: The following is a No Disqualification Match scheduled for one fall and it’s for the PWSR Intercontinental Championship!
“Black” by Sevendust plays in the arena. The crowd cheers for the entrance of the champion. Nick Madison comes out from the back with the PWSR Intercontinental Championship belt around his waist. He stops right passed the entrance stage. He takes the title belt and lifts it up over his head to trigger his pyros.
Mosier: Introducing first, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 256 lbs, he is the PWSR Intercontinental Champion, the MADMAN Nick Madison!
Art Campbell: Madison looks completely confidant about this contest.
Sid Carmack: How can he be? Vengeance beat him the last time he was there.
Nick Madison continues to walk down the ramp with an intense look on his face. Axle Vengeance came from the front row crowd and clotheslines Nick from behind. The crowd boos as Axle started to stomp on Nick. He picks Nick up and slammed his left shoulder into the ring post. Nick holds onto the post as he is feeling the pain of his shoulder hitting the post. Axle goes to the other side of the ring post and starts to pull Nick’s arm around the post. Nick is screaming in pain.
Art Campbell: I can’t believe Axle! He had to jump Nick Madison before the match.
Sid Carmack: What’s wrong with that? This match is no DQ. They can do anything they want! I believe that the arm Nick got hurt against the Revolution. Oh man, Vengeance really did his homework!
Axle stops applying pressure to the arm and slams it into the ring post Nick falls to one knee as he is holding his shoulder. Axle tosses Nick into the ring and the referee, Terry Haas, starts the match. Axle goes for a pin immediately.
Haas: 1… 2… *Madison kicks out*
Axle gets Nick Madison in an Armbar. It is locked in hard. Nick is fighting a submission. Terry asks Nick if he wanted to submit and Nick shakes his head no.
Sid Carmack: This is textbook wrestling!
Axle starts to feel that the Armbar isn’t going to work and stands up from it. He didn’t let go of Nick’s arm. He holds on the mat. Axle jumps up and brings his knee down on it. Axle uses his knee to apply a key lock on it.
Art Campbell: Madison needs to get out of this situation if he wants to retain the IC title.
Sid Carmack: It’s only a matter of time before Vengeance wins this. His strategy is perfect.
Axle picks up Nick and arm wrenches Nick’s arm. He yanks it down to try and dislocate it. Nick punches Axle with his free hand. Nick follows it up with a clothesline. Both men are on the ground. Axle is holding his head from landing on it as Nick was holding his left arm. Nick gets up first and get Axle up as well. He punches Axle with a right hand and another and another and another.
Art Campbell: It appears that Madison is getting his legs under him now.
Sid Carmack: Axle needs to go back to his game plan!
Nick gets Axle to the ropes. Nick backs up and clotheslines Axle over the top rope. Nick took this time to check some more on his arm. Axle goes under the ring and grabs a kendo stick. Nick goes out the ring to follow up and Axle strikes Nick in his left shoulder. Axle follows it up with another strike. Nick goes to a knee again. Axle throws Nick back into the ring and goes under the ring again.
Art Campbell: What’s Vengeance looking for now?
Axle pulls out a table. The crowd boos when they see Axle bring in the table.
Sid Carmack: He’s getting the hardware!
Axle gets into the ring after getting the table inside the ring. He starts to stomp on Nick Madison to make sure that he stays down. Axle goes to set the table up in the corner. He secures it and turns his attention to Madison. He gets Madison up for a Running Powerslam. He had Madison’s left arm behind him.
Sid Carmack: He’s got some evil intentions.
Axle starts to run towards the table Madison was able to slip down his back and backs up a little bit. When Axle turns around, Nick shot off towards him like a bat at of hell. He delivers a vicious Spear to Axle through the table. Nick drags Axle out of the wooden wreckage. He goes for a pin.
Art Campbell: That’s sick!
Haas: 1… 2… 2.9999
Art Campbell: How did Axle kick out of that?
Sid Carmack: He used his superior skill to kick out of it. Did you notice that Madison didn’t use that left arm to pin Axle.
Art Campbell: Yeah, it’s apparent that Nick’s arm is not well, but that doesn’t matter right not.
Nick rolls out the ring. He has a demented expression on his face as he goes under the ring and picks up a steel chair and tosses it into the ring. He gets another one and rolls into the ring. Axle gets up slowly from the last move. He grabs the first chair and swings at Nick. Nick was hit in the left arm, but didn’t go down. A look of rage comes across Nicks face. Axle hits Nick’s arm again to have little effect.
Sid Carmack: What the…? What’s going on?
Art Campbell: I think that Madison’s about to go crazy.
Nick swings the other chair on Axle. Axle goes to the ground with an instant thud. Nick Madison went towards Axle and placed the chair in hand under Axle’s head. Nick picks up the other chair and stands over Axle. He looked out into the crowd as the crowd was chanting for Nick Madison.
Sid Carmack: Come on, Madison. Be the bigger man! Spare him
Art Campbell: Like hell he is!
Nick raises the chair up slams it down on Axle’s motionless body. Nick drops the chair and rolls Axle on his back. Axle appears to be busted open from the chair shots. Nick goes for a pin.
Art Campbell: Oh my god! Axle’s wearing a crimson mask!
Haas: 1…2…*Nick raises Axle’s head with a smirk on his face.*
Sid Carmack: What’s Madison doing!? Axle’s done, end it! END IT DAMN IT!
Nick rolls out the ring. He grabs a bag from under the ring and tosses it in the ring. Nick grabs another table and tosses it in the ring. Nick gets into the ring and sets up the table in the center of the ring. Nick gets Axle up and drops him with a D.D.T. Nick gets up and goes to the bag that he tossed into the ring and opens it up. He pulls out a container of lighter fluid and starts to spray the top of the table.
Sid Carmack: SOMEBODY NEEDS TO STOP MADISON!
Art Campbell: This is no DQ. There’s nothing that Terry Haas can do!
Nick pulls out some matches and lights the table. He starts to laugh as the crowd cheers for him. Nick goes back for Axle and sets him up for the D.I.E.
Sid Carmack: That’s demented!
Nicks lifts Axle up and slams him down into the flaming table. Axle starts to shake from shock. The crowd was cheering their heads off.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Art Campbell: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! That’s the Demented Insane Execution! The D.I.E.!
Nick gets Axle out of the smothered rubble. He pins Axle.
Haas: 1… 2….3!
Nick rolls off of Axle and holds his left arm. He was smiling from finally beating Axle Vengeance
Mosier: The winner of the match, AND STILL, PWSR Intercontinental Champion! NIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK! MAAAAAAAAAAAAAADISON!
Nick holds up the IC title with his right hand. He walks up the ramp as E.M.T.s goes to check on Axle’s well being.
Art Campbell: You can’t deny how good that match was! Nick Madison isn’t the 2009 Champion of the Year for just any reason!
Art Campbell: This next match is going to be a real knock down drag out fight. Nick Madison and Axle Vengeance really don’t like each other.
Sid Carmack: Don’t like each other? They HATE each other. Those two want to rip each other’s heads off! There is a reason why this is no DQ.
Mosier: The following is a No Disqualification Match scheduled for one fall and it’s for the PWSR Intercontinental Championship!
“Black” by Sevendust plays in the arena. The crowd cheers for the entrance of the champion. Nick Madison comes out from the back with the PWSR Intercontinental Championship belt around his waist. He stops right passed the entrance stage. He takes the title belt and lifts it up over his head to trigger his pyros.
Mosier: Introducing first, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 256 lbs, he is the PWSR Intercontinental Champion, the MADMAN Nick Madison!
Art Campbell: Madison looks completely confidant about this contest.
Sid Carmack: How can he be? Vengeance beat him the last time he was there.
Nick Madison continues to walk down the ramp with an intense look on his face. Axle Vengeance came from the front row crowd and clotheslines Nick from behind. The crowd boos as Axle started to stomp on Nick. He picks Nick up and slammed his left shoulder into the ring post. Nick holds onto the post as he is feeling the pain of his shoulder hitting the post. Axle goes to the other side of the ring post and starts to pull Nick’s arm around the post. Nick is screaming in pain.
Art Campbell: I can’t believe Axle! He had to jump Nick Madison before the match.
Sid Carmack: What’s wrong with that? This match is no DQ. They can do anything they want! I believe that the arm Nick got hurt against the Revolution. Oh man, Vengeance really did his homework!
Axle stops applying pressure to the arm and slams it into the ring post Nick falls to one knee as he is holding his shoulder. Axle tosses Nick into the ring and the referee, Terry Haas, starts the match. Axle goes for a pin immediately.
Haas: 1… 2… *Madison kicks out*
Axle gets Nick Madison in an Armbar. It is locked in hard. Nick is fighting a submission. Terry asks Nick if he wanted to submit and Nick shakes his head no.
Sid Carmack: This is textbook wrestling!
Axle starts to feel that the Armbar isn’t going to work and stands up from it. He didn’t let go of Nick’s arm. He holds on the mat. Axle jumps up and brings his knee down on it. Axle uses his knee to apply a key lock on it.
Art Campbell: Madison needs to get out of this situation if he wants to retain the IC title.
Sid Carmack: It’s only a matter of time before Vengeance wins this. His strategy is perfect.
Axle picks up Nick and arm wrenches Nick’s arm. He yanks it down to try and dislocate it. Nick punches Axle with his free hand. Nick follows it up with a clothesline. Both men are on the ground. Axle is holding his head from landing on it as Nick was holding his left arm. Nick gets up first and get Axle up as well. He punches Axle with a right hand and another and another and another.
Art Campbell: It appears that Madison is getting his legs under him now.
Sid Carmack: Axle needs to go back to his game plan!
Nick gets Axle to the ropes. Nick backs up and clotheslines Axle over the top rope. Nick took this time to check some more on his arm. Axle goes under the ring and grabs a kendo stick. Nick goes out the ring to follow up and Axle strikes Nick in his left shoulder. Axle follows it up with another strike. Nick goes to a knee again. Axle throws Nick back into the ring and goes under the ring again.
Art Campbell: What’s Vengeance looking for now?
Axle pulls out a table. The crowd boos when they see Axle bring in the table.
Sid Carmack: He’s getting the hardware!
Axle gets into the ring after getting the table inside the ring. He starts to stomp on Nick Madison to make sure that he stays down. Axle goes to set the table up in the corner. He secures it and turns his attention to Madison. He gets Madison up for a Running Powerslam. He had Madison’s left arm behind him.
Sid Carmack: He’s got some evil intentions.
Axle starts to run towards the table Madison was able to slip down his back and backs up a little bit. When Axle turns around, Nick shot off towards him like a bat at of hell. He delivers a vicious Spear to Axle through the table. Nick drags Axle out of the wooden wreckage. He goes for a pin.
Art Campbell: That’s sick!
Haas: 1… 2… 2.9999
Art Campbell: How did Axle kick out of that?
Sid Carmack: He used his superior skill to kick out of it. Did you notice that Madison didn’t use that left arm to pin Axle.
Art Campbell: Yeah, it’s apparent that Nick’s arm is not well, but that doesn’t matter right not.
Nick rolls out the ring. He has a demented expression on his face as he goes under the ring and picks up a steel chair and tosses it into the ring. He gets another one and rolls into the ring. Axle gets up slowly from the last move. He grabs the first chair and swings at Nick. Nick was hit in the left arm, but didn’t go down. A look of rage comes across Nicks face. Axle hits Nick’s arm again to have little effect.
Sid Carmack: What the…? What’s going on?
Art Campbell: I think that Madison’s about to go crazy.
Nick swings the other chair on Axle. Axle goes to the ground with an instant thud. Nick Madison went towards Axle and placed the chair in hand under Axle’s head. Nick picks up the other chair and stands over Axle. He looked out into the crowd as the crowd was chanting for Nick Madison.
Sid Carmack: Come on, Madison. Be the bigger man! Spare him
Art Campbell: Like hell he is!
Nick raises the chair up slams it down on Axle’s motionless body. Nick drops the chair and rolls Axle on his back. Axle appears to be busted open from the chair shots. Nick goes for a pin.
Art Campbell: Oh my god! Axle’s wearing a crimson mask!
Haas: 1…2…*Nick raises Axle’s head with a smirk on his face.*
Sid Carmack: What’s Madison doing!? Axle’s done, end it! END IT DAMN IT!
Nick rolls out the ring. He grabs a bag from under the ring and tosses it in the ring. Nick grabs another table and tosses it in the ring. Nick gets into the ring and sets up the table in the center of the ring. Nick gets Axle up and drops him with a D.D.T. Nick gets up and goes to the bag that he tossed into the ring and opens it up. He pulls out a container of lighter fluid and starts to spray the top of the table.
Sid Carmack: SOMEBODY NEEDS TO STOP MADISON!
Art Campbell: This is no DQ. There’s nothing that Terry Haas can do!
Nick pulls out some matches and lights the table. He starts to laugh as the crowd cheers for him. Nick goes back for Axle and sets him up for the D.I.E.
Sid Carmack: That’s demented!
Nicks lifts Axle up and slams him down into the flaming table. Axle starts to shake from shock. The crowd was cheering their heads off.
Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Art Campbell: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! That’s the Demented Insane Execution! The D.I.E.!
Nick gets Axle out of the smothered rubble. He pins Axle.
Haas: 1… 2….3!
Nick rolls off of Axle and holds his left arm. He was smiling from finally beating Axle Vengeance
Mosier: The winner of the match, AND STILL, PWSR Intercontinental Champion! NIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK! MAAAAAAAAAAAAAADISON!
Nick holds up the IC title with his right hand. He walks up the ramp as E.M.T.s goes to check on Axle’s well being.
Art Campbell: You can’t deny how good that match was! Nick Madison isn’t the 2009 Champion of the Year for just any reason!
WINNER: Nick Madison
[SEGMENT] – TRISHA LEE MOORE
The ring is set with a red carpeting and a podium in the middle with a mic on it.
Art: I think its that time of the night ... Trisha Lee Moore has an open mic!
Sid: And no one and nothing is off limits for her to speak of here tonight!
Art: I think we are just going to hear a whole lot of bitching.
Just then “Sexy Naughty Bitchy Me” by Tata Young plays through the loudspeakers as Trisha makes her way to the ring. She has a smug smirk on her face as she gets in the ring and goes to the podium. She waits for the boos to stop before speaking.
Trisha: Oh shut up you idiots. You see, a few weeks ago on Lockdown I beat Crysis. Sure it was by count out when he refused to fight me. His loss. He looked like an idiot walking away from a fight. And now, I heard they were going to book him to fight me once more tonight.
There was a crowd pop
Trisha: But, Mr. Saint decided to jump ship to PWSX. What a fucking pussy am I right? He didn’t want to fight me so he jumped ship to get away from the embarrassment of being whooped by some one half your size. So he ran, just like Drake DeMarco.
There was a crowd pop at the mention of his name. Trisha scoffed and rolled her eyes.
Trisha: Oh trust me, I am going to talk more about that dipshit later. Right now I am more focused on the fact that all the guys I have fought either jumped ship, got fired, or now are not currently wrestling. Like DeMarco. Fought me, got his ass kicked, ran away like a puppy with his tail between his legs. Blade, a sorry excuse for a wrestler to begin with. He got beat by me in TWO MOVES, and a few weeks later, was fired. No doubt he was just too big of a liability on the company. Marcus Redd ... As far as I know he has not wrestled since he lost to me. Shit, I haven’t even seen him backstage. He is probably devising some “plot” to get revenge and regain a little honor in the ring, not that he had any to begin with. Then, Crysis. He loses to me, disappears and then suddenly appears at a PWSX show with a contract for them. I swear, this company is full of idiots and pussys who don’t want to take a whooping from a woman.
She paused for a moment.
Trisha: Now, I do have something important to address. As you all, unfortunately, saw that at King of the Ring, I was pinned for the first time in PWSR history.
She looks pissy as the crowd cheers.
Trisha: SHUT UP! It was a fluke and I swear, next time I fight Steven Xavior, I will be ready. He only won becuase he got lucky and reversed my finisher into his own. He got lucky. At least I got beat by the person who went on to win it. It should have been me but I guess fate has something else planned for me. Something I like to call the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE.
She paused for a minute.
Trisha: That’s right. You all know that over the past few weeks I have been trying to get a match with Daz but he keeps turning down my offer. The way I see it ... he’s scared. He has built up such an entourage here that he doesn’t want to be fired or have to jump ship out of shame. I get that. But seriously, I don’t even want that match to be for the title ... yet. I am out to prove that I am every bit as tough as these idiots who parade around in speedo’s and wrestling boots. I’m every bit as good a wrestler as those losers, and yet I get looked upon as a joke in the mens division. People walk past me and see me as an inferior ... when the truth is I am BETTER than ALL of these guys. And I want to prove it by beating the top guy! If they ever stop kissing his ass and put him in a REAL match!
She paused as the fans cheered, wanting to see her fight Daz.
Trisha: But, Daz’s little buddy Candy won the Queen of the Ring this year. Let’s just face it ... she didn’t exactly beat anyone good to earn that title. If I was in there, she and everyone else knows that I would have been the clear cut winner were I still in the women’s division. But, I’m better than the women’s division. Everyone knows this. That’s why I have done what no other woman has done in this company, and that is rise above the “ladies” division as they are so lightly called. Speaking of the worst division around, it has only gone downhill since I moved up. I mean seriously, any idiot could tell you that I held that division on my back. Now that I am on to bigger and better things, it basically died. The best they have is a drunken bitch and an idiot, literally. Oh, and their “Champion” if you want to call him that. It’s a disgrace to the division to have him as their representative. Then again, that division is a disgrace to the company so I guess he fits in perfectly.
She paused for dramatic effect while she thought of where to go next.
Trisha: Speaking of idiot champions, anyone tune in to the most recent PWSX PPV?
The fans hoot and holler.
Trisha: So im sure you all saw their new World Champion.
A “Drake” chant started as Trisha looked pissed.
Trisha: I mean, he couldn’t hack it over here so he jumps ship and is some sort of god over there? Him and his greasy hair, his painted on tan, and his fake abs. All the girls swoon. But, in the end, I ALWAYS win! You see I have a few plans I am about to set into motion that will make DeMarco ... for lack of better words ... MISERABLE!
She lets out a slightly evil laugh. She regains her composure after a short while.
Trisha: But he is not the only one I plan on making miserable. That little twerp Marcus Cage.
There was a loud crowd pop to his name. She rolled her eyes.
Trisha: Oh drink it in guys. This guy has you all eating out of the palm of his hands! He is nothing more than an overgrown kid who just want to be a kid again. He’s not the kind of guy you think he is. You see him as a ladies man when in all reality he is nothing more than a prank playing PLAYER! That’s right I’m calling you out on it Marcus Cage! And it seems recently he has been wanting to make his next “conquest”, just like Marcus Redd did. Look what happened to him. Keep that in mind Cage.
She looked around for a moment.
Trisha: I noticed that Whore-low was back. Seems she is looking for a tag team partner. Listen very closely Whore-low. No one wants to team with you. No one likes you except the men who need a cheap thrill. And I do mean CHEAP! No one even wants to be in the same ring as you. And you are going around the back introducing people who never are seen, seems some one has a bit of an overactive imagination. But let me guess ... your SO ready to kick my ass now huh? I hit a sore spot didn’t I Whore-low. I know you must get sick of hearing it ... but hey, it could be worse, I could just stand here and call you a street corner ho, or a disease ridden slut. So be thankful I’m being nice about it.
She flipped her hair a bit and then chuckled.
Trisha: And I bet you wanna know what, or who, is my next target? I have a few people picked out. It could be Alpha Dog, it could be Steven Xavior, hell, it could even be Josiah Cena. You never know with me. I see an opportunity present itself and I take full advantage. And anyone willing to step up and be my next victim, you all know where to find me. Now, I am sick of standing here and looking at you fat, waste of space, moronic people. You don’t deserve for me to grace you with my presence. I’v said my peace.
Art: Wow ... she’s done?
Sid: That can’t be right ...
Trisha: Of course I am full of more stuff to say, I’m just sick of seeing and hearing you idiots.
She walks away from the mic and rolls out of the ring. She walks up the ramp to a bunch of boos, but has a smirk on her face.
Marcus Cage vs. LaMarcus Brown
Skylar Mosier: Ladies and gentlemen the next match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, from Las Vegas, Nevada; weighing 218 lbs. Marcus Cage!!!
“Twighlight Zone” by 2 Unlimited blasts throughout the arena as Marcus Cage makes his way to the ring to a loud ovation.
Art Campbell: Sid, like him or not, he is a rising star in this company. All he needs is motivation and focus and he can become a force here in the PWSWF.
Sid Carmack: Whatever! This kid has no clue what he’s doing in the ring. That’s why Revolution beat the living hell out of him a week ago.
Inside the ring Marcus stands by patiently waiting and begins to smile at Skylar Mosier as she steps toward and proceeds to announce Cage’s opponent.
Skylar Mosier: And his opponent; from Brooklyn New York; weighing 285lbs. “The Truth” LaMarcus Brown!
The big man slowly walks down to the ring as the arena fills with camera flashes.
Art Campbell: This man is a monster! Nearly seven feet tall! Not to mention a sandwich under 300 lbs. He packs a helluva lot of punch!
Sid Carmack: What would you do if you ran into him in a dark alley way at 3am?
Art Campbell: Call him sir!
Inside the ring LaMarcus stands face to face with Marcus Cage. After a brief stare down, LaMarcus begins to poke Cage in the chest and tell him that he is going to crush him. Marcus looks at Brown and shoves him back. LaMarcus steps back into the face of Cage and shoves him. Within seconds the two men begin exchanging blows in the center of the ring.
Art Campbell: This is going to be an interesting match! A battle of strength and quickness.
As the fight continues, Cage goes to throw a punch at LaMarcus, but he ducks and catches Cage with a stiff clothesline. LaMarcus celebrates for a moment before picking up Cage and striking him in the back. LaMarcus then Cage into the ropes and spins him around with a spinebuster.
Sid Carmack: So far, power is winning!!!
LaMarcus picks up Marcus Cage and sends him into the ropes and goes for a big boot, but the quickness of Cage has him leap around and hook LaMarcus to roll him up for a pin.
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KICKOUT!
After the fast kick out, LaMarcus is first on his feet nails Cage with an elbow and sends him into the ropes and catches Cage in a bear hug and begins to squeeze and shake him.
Art Campbell: One of the oldest but devastating wear down hold in the business today, is the bear hug.
Sid Carmack: And the bigger you are the more you’re able to control and suck the wind out of your opponent. I should know; I invented that move.
LaMarcus continues to wear down Cage, but Cage uses the energy of the fans to fight his way out of the hold.
Art Campbell: It’s amazing at what the fans can do to motivate and get you back into the match.
Marcus begins chopping the broad chest of The Truth and forces him back into the ropes and ties him up.
Sid Carmack: Look at that cheater tie LaMarcus up in the ropes. This is illegal!!
Cage continues to stomp and punch the big man as he remains tied up in the ropes. Marcus then looks around the crowd and hits the rope and goes to land one more big assault on LaMarcus, but Brown gets his size 18 boot up and almost takes the head off of Marcus.
Art Campbell: That’s going to leave a mark!!! That big ol’ Timberland boot just provided some dental work to Marcus Cage!
Sid Carmack: Talk about malpractice!!
The referee helps LaMarcus get loose from the rope and he grabs Marcus Cage, lifts him up and throws his backwards with a fall away slam. LaMarcus rises back up and measure up Cage and drops a big elbow. At this point in the match, LaMarcus stalks the ring and poses a few times, but zeroes back in on Cage. As The Truth picks up Cage, Marcus wiggles free and rakes his eyes. With LaMarcus momentarily blinded, Cage hits the ropes and catches him with a flying forearm.
Art Campbell: Cage used some quickness there to drop the big man!
Sid Carmack: He also showed signs of desperation by raking his eyes too!
Cage picks up Brown and shoots him into the corner and goes after him, but LaMarcus once again gets his boot up, only this time Cage ducks and slides outside the ring and grabs the legs of LaMarcus. Cage pulls the legs of Brown causing him to fall face forward on the match then pulls his legs splitting them into the ringpost.
Art Campbell: That will put an extra hitch in your giddy-up!
Cage climbs back into the ring and slams Brown then flies across the ring to his a split legged moonsault on LaMarcus and covers him.
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LaMarcus gets his shoulder up.
Cage begins to climb to the top rope but LaMarcus makes it to his feet. Cage looks down at LaMarcus and decides to leap at him anyway.
Art Campbell: Oh boy! The Truth just caught Cage like a child!
LaMarcus heaves Cage over his shoulder and set him up for The Truth Hurts. As LaMarcus spins Cage around for the move, Marcus spins off his shoulders and nails him with the Shock Therapy.
Sid Carmack: Cage just avoided disaster!!!!
Art Campbell: And he covers LaMarcus…
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Art Campbell: It’s over! Marcus Cage once again snatches victory from the jaws of defeat!
Winner: Marcus Cage via pinfall
[SEGMENT] – JOSIAH CENA #1
(The camera suddenly cuts backstage to live footage from the back of the American Airlines Arena where The Revolution is seen coming upstairs from a darkened tunnel holding the lovely Skylar Mosier. Rev looks around to make sure nobody has seen them, and then heads out to the parking lot of the building)
Sid Carmack: What the hell is going on back there?
Art Campbell: Well folks, we are as clued in to this situation as you guys are at home quite frankly. We can see that bastard Revolution has Skylar Mosier and he's heading out of the building now, but ... well, someone get back there and help this poor woman! For Christ's sake!
(Rev carries the defenseless Skylar to a parked car by the back door of the building and throws her into the back seat, unable to get out. The Rev dives in the front and turns the engine on to start pulling away when suddenly, Josiah Cena bursts out through the emergency exit and throws a lead pipe at the windshield, which shatters dramatically. Cena opens the front door and drags Revolution out onto the concrete and starts punching him)
Art Campbell: THANK GOD!! Oh, Cena must have been watching in the back ... Josiah Cena is here to save his beloved Skylar from this sadist! Oh hell yeah! Kick his ass Cena, kick that bastard until he can't stand up!
Sid Carmack: You're sick! How could you wish any harm on a guy like Rev?
Art Campbell: SHUT UP!
(Rev starts desperately trying to crawl away back into the arena, but Cena catches up to him and starts kicking him in the ribs. Revolution gets kicked back through the corridor he came out of originally and we hear him screaming something to Cena. Another camera races in and finds Rev at the top of the stairs to the basement. Cena kicks The Rev down the stairs to the bottom and drags him into a dark basement at the bottom of the arena)
Art Campbell: Ladies and Gentlemen, finally we are witnessing the demise of The Revolution here in the PWSR! Oh man, this is great.
Sid Carmack: That Josiah Cena is a pathetic little worm, damn it!
(Down in the basement, Rev frantically tries to save himself by picking something up and throwing it at Cena, although it's too dark to see exactly what happens. Rev tries to run away but has nowhere to go, and Cena catches him and grabs him around the throat, strangling the life out of him)
Art Campbell: CHOKE THAT OBNOXIOUS BASTARD!
Sid Carmack: No, this is a travesty! This is horrible!
(Rev squirms to break free but can't release Cena's grip, and Cena heads towards a television monitor in the corner of the room. A rampaging Josiah Cena leans back, grabs the top of Rev's head, and rams his skull straight through the glass screen)
Art Campbell: FUUUUUUUUUUCK!
(Cena picks up the tape which was on the side near the television and walks out with it as Rev is left bleeding on the floor, screaming in pain that he can't see. After a few seconds, the camera pans back to the announcers at ringside)
Sid Carmack: Somebody get back there and check on Revolution for God's sake! This is horrendous!
Art Campbell: Why don't you go back there if you're so damn concerned, motormouth?! This is a great day for the PWSR ... evil has seemingly been overthrown here but you have to wonder what the hell was on that damn videotape!
Sid Carmack: Never mind that, Rev could have permanent eyesight damage back there and you just don't care, do you, you heartless bastard?!
Art Campbell: You're ridiculous sometimes Sid. Anyway, as shocking as what we have just witnessed was, we need to try and pick it up and get back on with the show here tonight. Folks, coming up next ...
PWSR No Limits Championship
Steven Xavior © vs. The Alpha Dog
(Skylar Mosier adjusts herself and steps forward towards the centre of the ring to introduce the next fight, accompanied by a few ‘flattering’ whistles in the process.)
Skylar Mosier: Ladieeees and Geeeentlemeeeen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will be for the PWSR NOOOO-LIMIIIIITS CHAMPIOOOONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger, hailing from Detroit, Michigan and weighing in at 275lbs… THE ALPHAAAAAAA DOOOOOOOOOG!
(The crowd start to stir, aiming boos at the top of the entrance ramp as ‘Wrong or Right’ by DMX ft. Bizare Loyal begins to play over the arena’s system. After a short pause, The Alpha Dog makes his way out towards the ring as the noise picks up a few decibels.)
Art Campbell: Well here’s our challenger Sid and it looks like he definitely won’t be getting any favours from our crowd tonight.
Sid Carmack: It won’t be the first time these fans have made an error of judgement. They wouldn’t know talent if it jumped up and spat in their face.
(The Alpha Dog casually strolls down to ringside, waving off the jeers and boos with a dismissive hand and a cheeky grin. He climbs up onto the apron, dusts himself off, then steps inside. He circles around the ring for a moment, basking in the reaction from the crowd.)
Skylar Mosier: And his opponent, weighing 230lbs and fighting out of Hampton Roads, Virginia, he is the PWSR No-Limits CHAMPIOOOOOOON… STEEEEEEEPHEEEEEN XAVIIIOOOOOOORRRR!
(‘You Better Pray’ by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus hits the P.A. system to the delight of the Florida natives. As the song really starts to kick in, Stephen Xavior comes flying out from the back, No-Limits Title belt wrapped tightly around his waist.)
Art Campbell: It looks like our champion is ready for this one!
Sid Carmack: Well, both these men have something of a history., and that’s putting it nicely.
Art Campbell: True. The Alpha Dog has really been at the throat of Xavior for some time now.
Sid Carmack: He really wants that belt Art.
Art Campbell: Looks like he’s about to get his chance. We should be about ready to…
(Suddenly, the lights in the arena go out. The intro from Korn’s ‘Blind starts to play.)
Art Campbell: …go? What the hell?
Sid Carmack: It’s Groond. Groond is here. What does that guy want? Didn’t he get his ass handed to him by Necessary Roughness last week?
Art Campbell: Well, some would argue that it was Marcus Fontaine that was the one getting the beating, but in a manner, yes, you’re right. I’d assume he was here because of Stephen Xavior.
(At the top of the ramp, Groond makes a firework accompanied appearance just as the song begins to kick in and the lights come back on. The crowd response is tepid at best. He just smiles and gives the fans a nod before walking down the ramp.)
Sid Carmack: Why? It’s not like Groond’s got an chance of getting a shot of that title anytime soon.
Art Campbell: Well Alpha isn’t the only one that’s got a history with Xavior. Him and Groond go back a while, or so I hear. I think they’re actually friends.
Sid Carmack: Oh great. Another fool in PWSR. Just what we need. I hope he doesn’t come over here.
Art Campbell: I think your hopes are gonna be dashed.
(As Groond makes his way around the outside of the ring, he looks up at Stephen Xavior, who is just stood smiling. They nod at each other casually as Groond heads over to the announce table, grabs a headset and takes a seat next to Art and Sid.)
Groond: Evenin’
Sid Carmack: Yes. Yes it is. Is that the only reason you’re out tonight?
Groond: Actually Sid, I’m here to cheer on a friend and what better way to do that than coming out here and getting the best seat in the house?
Art Campbell: Well, you can’t argue with logic like that. It’s good to have you out here Groond.
Sid Carmack: Speak for yourself…
(While Groond shoots Sid a dirty look, causing him to look at the floor in silence, the referee holds the No-Limits Belt high into the air.)
Art Campbell: And that there is what it’s all about! The No-Limits Championship! Stephen Xavior will definitely have his job cut out for him in this one.
Sid Carmack: Agreed. The Alpha Dog will be the toughest test Xavior has faced to date. These two guys really hate each other!
(The referee finally calls for the bell and the match begins. Alpha Dog and Xavior circle around each other for a few moments, trying to size each other up. Alpha stretches forwards and attempts a tie-up, but Xavior uses his speed to duck underneath.)
Art Campbell: That was well spotted by the champ.
(The X-Factor bounces hard against the ropes and come hurtling back at Alpha, who simply steps to the side and pushes his opponent, sending him into the opposing ropes.)
Sid Carmack: Likewise by the challenger.
(Gaining momentum, Xavior hurtles back off the ropes and flies up into the air, taking Alpha down with a back-elbow. Both men are straight back up onto their feet as Stephen looks to follow up with a clothesline. The Alpha Dog scouts it easily and ducks behind his opponent. Grabbing Xavior by the side, Alpha clubs him hard across the back, sending him down to his knees. He then throws his arms into the air and gestures at the crowd, who boo him viciously.)
Art Campbell: Alpha Dog is getting no love from this Miami crowd.
Groond: I’m not surprised, to be honest. The man’s a slimy bastard.
Sid Carmack: A limey bastard? I thought that’s what you were.
Groond: I’m gonna fuckin crack you in a minute. I said slimy, you dim-witted arse, not limey. Always the bloody comedian aren’t you?
(In the ring, Alpha goes to pick up Xavior by the scruff of his neck, but Xavior quickly lashes out with a stiff elbow in the mid-section, making Alpha double-up. He follows it up with a European uppercut and Alpha staggers backwards against the ropes. Xavior runs at him with speed, but Alpha Dog manages to see him at the last second, ducking and pulling the top rope. Xavior in turn then goes tumbling over to the outside, crashing onto the mats with a thud. Before Xavior can get to his feet properly, Alpha grabs the top rope and catapults himself over it, hitting the champion with sweet looking cross-body.)
Sid Carmack: Ooh! I felt that! See, that’s what you get for hitting someone with a sceptre. Xavior’s actions last week were despicable.
Groond: Depends on how you look at it. Some would say that it was deserved.
(Before the referee can start counting out the two competitors, Alpha has already got Xavior on his feet and rolled him back into the ring, following him quickly. Before he can get back on his feet however, Xavior is already up and stomping down on his back. Picking Alpha up, he whips him into the far corner of the ring, the whole thing shaking on impact.)
Art Campbell: Xavior’s proving that he’s equal to Alpha’s challenge right now, but this one could still go either way.
(As Alpha staggers back out from the turnbuckle Xavior is quickly in his face. The Alpha Dog swings at the champ but it gets blocked. Xavior then steps in, grabbing Alpha and sending him flying over his head, crashing his back hard onto the canvas.)
Groond: Ooh. An Exploder suplex. Always liked that one. The kid’s come on strong since we worked together, I’ll tell you that for nowt.
Sid Carmack: Nowt?
Groond: Yup. Nowt.
(Alpha tries to make a break for it by crawling under the bottom rope to the safety of the outside, but Xavior grabs him by his foot and drags him back into the centre of the ring. Struggling a bit, Xavior attempts to get a firm grip on Alpha’s leg, but the challenger is having none of it. He kicks out at Xavior, loosening his grip. Xavior tries again to grab the leg tightly, but again Alpha counters with a kick. This time Xavior is forced to let go and back off as Alpha attempts to stand. As he does Xavior runs at him but the challenger grabs him in the air and plants him to the mat with a nasty powerslam. He hooks the leg for a pin.)
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Kickout!
Art Campbell: Nowhere near the three that time. I think it’ll take more than that to put down the champ!
Sid Carmack: Not too much more! Did you hear the crack as Xavior hit the mat?
Groond: I must say, this Alpha guy isn’t that bad. He’s got some skills.
Sid Carmack: Are you finally seeing the light too?
Groond: I don’t have to like a guy to appreciate that he’s got a bit of talent. He’s still a bit of a twat.
(By now Alpha is back on his feet. Dragging Xavior along by his hair, he pushes him into the turnbuckle and starts raining down on his opponent with huge clubbing forearms. He follows this up with a quick kick in the gut, before lifting him by the neck and shoulders and places him unceremoniously onto the top turnbuckle. After a couple more shots to the gut, Alpha climbs up the turnbuckle to a chorus of boos and whistles from the fans.)
Art Carmack: This is looking pretty dangerous for Xavior.
Sid Carmack: Good, I hope he gets a serious injury.
Groond: I’ll give you a serious injury, will that do you?
(The challenger grabs his belt-laden opponent and attempt to lift him over his own head with a superplex, but Stephen Xavior manages to wrap his leg around the ring post to stop him. He tries it again to the same effect. After the third try, Xavior and Alpha exchange a few punches. After gaining the upper-hand, the champion manages to push Alpha off. The challenger flies back into the middle of the ring but it quickly up on his feet. Taking a cue, Xavior leaps from the top, taking Alpha down with a stiff lariat. He attempts a pin of his own.)
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Kickout!
Sid Carmack: Only a short two count that time. No way will Xavior win with moves like that. Alpha Dog’s got this one in the bag!
Groond: Are you watching the same match as the rest of us?
(Xavior lifts up his opponent and sets him up in the middle of the ring. He hoists him high above his head and plants him back to the canvas with a mean Brainbuster. He attempts another cover.)
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3...No! Kickout!
Groond: Ooh, that was close!
Sid Carmack: Ha! Wasn’t close enough though was it?
(Frustrated, Xavior gets to his feet and puts a few boots into the head of Alpha. He then picks him up and makes to whip him at the ropes. Alpha heads off, gaining speed as he comes back of the ropes. Ducking under a Xavior clothesline, Alpha goes airborne on the return, slamming hard into Xavior with a shoulder tackle, sending him twisting awkwardly and landing on his neck.)
Art, Sid and Groond: Oooh!
(Not relenting, Alpha is straight onto his opponent, beating Xavior down with stiff punches to the face as the referee tries to break it up. Eventually, Alpha lets up, although he does put in a cheeky boot on his way. He picks up the champ and hoists him up onto his shoulders. After being showered with yet another chorus of boos, Alpha then puts Xavior down with a Death Valley Driver, followed by the pin attempt.)
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No! Shoulder Up!
Sid Carmack: See? What did I tell you? Alpha’s just got too much for Stephen Xavior.
Groond: And you’ve got too much mouth for television, yet I’m betting that mouth can be easily closed.
Art Campbell: Touché.
(The Alpha Dog can’t believe it. He starts getting in the ref’s face, arguing the decision to just award the two count. In a split second, Xavior is behind him and rolling him up with the Schoolboy pin.)
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3... Kickout! No Pin!
Art Campbell: Xavior’s not out of this one yet!
(As Xavior gets to his feet, favouring his back a little, Alpha springs up and fixes his opponent with a glare that could melt ice. The two men face-off for a moment.)
Sid Carmack: You can almost feel the hatred between these two men!
Groond: It’s certainly tense in there. Makes you glad you’re just commentating and not taking part.
(Simultaneously, the two combatants edge towards each other purposefully and tie-up in the middle of the ring. Using his superior size, Alpha is able to push Xavior up against the ropes. He holds him the for a moment before hitting him with a back elbow to the side of the head. Alpha then uses his advantage, kicking Xavior in the gut before taking him by the head and snapping him over with a quick suplex. Instead of trying to end the match there, he picks the champ up again and whips him into the corner, following it up with a quick running clothesline. Xavior hit’s the turnbuckle with force and bounces out into the middle of the ring before falling forward in a heap. Alpha covers.)
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3...Kickout!
Sid Carmack: Aw, come on! That had to be three!
Art Campbell: Well the referee didn’t think so., and neither do these fans.
Crowd: XAVIOR! XAVIOR! XAVIOR!
Groond: Clever bunch, this lot.
(Alpha responds by picking Xavior back up off the mat. Out of desperation, Xavior kicks out at Alpha Dog but the challenger somehow manages to catch his leg. Then, just as Alpha begins laughing, his other foot comes up, catching Alpha flush in the face. Both men lay on the canvas for a while to regain there bearings.)
Art Campbell: It’s been back and forth all the way!
Sid Carmack: The bad blood between the two is definitely a contributing factor. Neither of these guys want to lose this one. Not only is the title on the line, but pride is at stake here too!
Art Campbell: Absolutely. In the end, this could simply come down to who wants it more.
(As if in answer, both Alpha and Xavior slowly pick themselves up off the mat. Xavior runs at his opponent like a man possessed, jumping at him and taking him back down to the canvas with a big knee in the chest. He goes to ground and starts furiously punching away at Alpha, who tries desperately to cover himself. After the sudden release, Xavior takes a step back, then lifts The Alpha Dog to his feet. He throws a big right, but Alpha takes it like a man and delivers one of his own. They continue back and forth for a while, both men visibly weakening at the knees with each passing punch.)
Art Campbell: This trade-off is doing neither of these guys any favours. They look like they could both pass out at any minute!
Groond: Crack on Steve! Do him a mischief!
Sid Carmack: Why did they let you out here?
(Suddenly, Alpha takes Xavior by surprise by aiming a kick at his legs. He buckles slightly but does not go down. Xavior then returns in kind, causing Alpha to do similar buckling. Xavior then swings another punch, but Alpha has the nous to duck underneath, lifting the champ up and running him into the corner. Much to his surprise though, something slows his run as he reaches the corner. After steaming Xavior into the turnbuckle and watching him drop to a heap in the corner, he notices that the referee must have got in the way, as he too has fallen and is rolling outside the ring.)
Sid Carmack: The referee is down!
Groond: It means Alpha can’t make the pin at least.
Sid Carmack: Judging by the look on his face, I don’t think that Alpha is looking for the pin.
(In the ring, Alpha is grinning broadly and looking out at the fans, who are screaming back at him. After giving Xavior a boot to the face, The Alpha Dog drops down and rolls out of the ring, heading straight for the apron and moving it to check underneath the ring.)
Art Campbell: He’s going for a weapon! He can’t do this!
Sid Carmack: Oh yes he can! The referee’s out cold! This is turning out to be a great match!
(After a quick search, Alpha appears from underneath the ring with a table in hand. He slides it under the bottom rope and follows it into the ring.)
Art Campbell: He’s got a table! Xavior’s in trouble now!
(The challenger sets the table up in the middle of the ring and points over to the fallen Stephen Xavior. The crowd boo, but this just makes Alpha smile even more. He grabs Xavior roughly and forces him to his feet. Xavior tries to fight back, throwing a right, but Alpha blocks it and delivers one of his own, sending the champion into the corner once more. He lifts Xavior up onto the top turnbuckle and positions himself for the superplex, back to the commentary team, giving the crowd a ‘thumbs down’ gesture, which got a suitable response.)
Crowd: ALPHA SUCKS! ALPHA SUCKS! ALPHA SUCKS!
Groond: Right, I’m not having this.
Sid Carmack: Where do you think you’re going?
(But Groond does not reply, as he already has his headset taken off and is making his way into the ring. The crowd quietens as they are unsure what is going on. Alpha Dog, oblivious to the events behind him, sets Xavior up to suplex him from the top rope and through the table. As they begin their descent though, Groond reaches out and moves the table at the last second, saving Xavior from what would have been illegal punishment. As the crowd cheers at seeing their champion not going through a table, Groond grabs it and throws it over the top rope to the outside of the ring.)
Sid Carmack: Hey, that’s not fair! He’s not meant to be inside that ring!
Art Campbell: Yeah, but to his defense, the table wasn’t meant to be either.
(Before Alpha can realize what’s going on and do something about it, Groond is by the outside of the ring trying to get the referee on his feet. Angrily, Alpha walks up to the ropes as the ref shakes his head and comes to, shouting obscenities at the Englishman. After a few moments of Groond ignoring him, Alpha decides to turn his attention back to Xavior, who is lying on his back in the middle of the ring, motionless. As Alpha turns again to give one parting shot at Groond and the referee slowly drags himself to his feet, grabbing at the apron and climbing into the ring, Xavior suddenly jumps up. Just as Alpha turns, Xavior kicks out and catches The Alpha Dog right under the chin. Unable to make the pin though, Xavior simply drops back to the mat as the referee gets to his feet and see the two competitors down for the count.)
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(By now Groond is back at the announce table.)
Sid Carmack: What the hell was all that? You could have cost Alpha the match!
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Groond: What? All I did was remove the foreign object. It’s not like I hit anyone. And anyway, does Alpha really want to be known as a dirty cheating bastard?
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Art Campbell: To be honest I don’t think he’d really care, but I think you did the right thing, for what it’s worth.
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(Inside the squared circle, Stephen Xavior and The Alpha Dog have both managed to get to the ropes and are struggling to use them to lift themselves upright. Just before the referee can count ‘8’, they both manage to get up to their feet. Staggering towards each other, they both begin trading punches again.)
Skylar Mosier: Ladieeees and Geeeentlemeeeen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall, and will be for the PWSR NOOOO-LIMIIIIITS CHAMPIOOOONSHIP! Introducing first, the challenger, hailing from Detroit, Michigan and weighing in at 275lbs… THE ALPHAAAAAAA DOOOOOOOOOG!
(The crowd start to stir, aiming boos at the top of the entrance ramp as ‘Wrong or Right’ by DMX ft. Bizare Loyal begins to play over the arena’s system. After a short pause, The Alpha Dog makes his way out towards the ring as the noise picks up a few decibels.)
Art Campbell: Well here’s our challenger Sid and it looks like he definitely won’t be getting any favours from our crowd tonight.
Sid Carmack: It won’t be the first time these fans have made an error of judgement. They wouldn’t know talent if it jumped up and spat in their face.
(The Alpha Dog casually strolls down to ringside, waving off the jeers and boos with a dismissive hand and a cheeky grin. He climbs up onto the apron, dusts himself off, then steps inside. He circles around the ring for a moment, basking in the reaction from the crowd.)
Skylar Mosier: And his opponent, weighing 230lbs and fighting out of Hampton Roads, Virginia, he is the PWSR No-Limits CHAMPIOOOOOOON… STEEEEEEEPHEEEEEN XAVIIIOOOOOOORRRR!
(‘You Better Pray’ by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus hits the P.A. system to the delight of the Florida natives. As the song really starts to kick in, Stephen Xavior comes flying out from the back, No-Limits Title belt wrapped tightly around his waist.)
Art Campbell: It looks like our champion is ready for this one!
Sid Carmack: Well, both these men have something of a history., and that’s putting it nicely.
Art Campbell: True. The Alpha Dog has really been at the throat of Xavior for some time now.
Sid Carmack: He really wants that belt Art.
Art Campbell: Looks like he’s about to get his chance. We should be about ready to…
(Suddenly, the lights in the arena go out. The intro from Korn’s ‘Blind starts to play.)
Art Campbell: …go? What the hell?
Sid Carmack: It’s Groond. Groond is here. What does that guy want? Didn’t he get his ass handed to him by Necessary Roughness last week?
Art Campbell: Well, some would argue that it was Marcus Fontaine that was the one getting the beating, but in a manner, yes, you’re right. I’d assume he was here because of Stephen Xavior.
(At the top of the ramp, Groond makes a firework accompanied appearance just as the song begins to kick in and the lights come back on. The crowd response is tepid at best. He just smiles and gives the fans a nod before walking down the ramp.)
Sid Carmack: Why? It’s not like Groond’s got an chance of getting a shot of that title anytime soon.
Art Campbell: Well Alpha isn’t the only one that’s got a history with Xavior. Him and Groond go back a while, or so I hear. I think they’re actually friends.
Sid Carmack: Oh great. Another fool in PWSR. Just what we need. I hope he doesn’t come over here.
Art Campbell: I think your hopes are gonna be dashed.
(As Groond makes his way around the outside of the ring, he looks up at Stephen Xavior, who is just stood smiling. They nod at each other casually as Groond heads over to the announce table, grabs a headset and takes a seat next to Art and Sid.)
Groond: Evenin’
Sid Carmack: Yes. Yes it is. Is that the only reason you’re out tonight?
Groond: Actually Sid, I’m here to cheer on a friend and what better way to do that than coming out here and getting the best seat in the house?
Art Campbell: Well, you can’t argue with logic like that. It’s good to have you out here Groond.
Sid Carmack: Speak for yourself…
(While Groond shoots Sid a dirty look, causing him to look at the floor in silence, the referee holds the No-Limits Belt high into the air.)
Art Campbell: And that there is what it’s all about! The No-Limits Championship! Stephen Xavior will definitely have his job cut out for him in this one.
Sid Carmack: Agreed. The Alpha Dog will be the toughest test Xavior has faced to date. These two guys really hate each other!
(The referee finally calls for the bell and the match begins. Alpha Dog and Xavior circle around each other for a few moments, trying to size each other up. Alpha stretches forwards and attempts a tie-up, but Xavior uses his speed to duck underneath.)
Art Campbell: That was well spotted by the champ.
(The X-Factor bounces hard against the ropes and come hurtling back at Alpha, who simply steps to the side and pushes his opponent, sending him into the opposing ropes.)
Sid Carmack: Likewise by the challenger.
(Gaining momentum, Xavior hurtles back off the ropes and flies up into the air, taking Alpha down with a back-elbow. Both men are straight back up onto their feet as Stephen looks to follow up with a clothesline. The Alpha Dog scouts it easily and ducks behind his opponent. Grabbing Xavior by the side, Alpha clubs him hard across the back, sending him down to his knees. He then throws his arms into the air and gestures at the crowd, who boo him viciously.)
Art Campbell: Alpha Dog is getting no love from this Miami crowd.
Groond: I’m not surprised, to be honest. The man’s a slimy bastard.
Sid Carmack: A limey bastard? I thought that’s what you were.
Groond: I’m gonna fuckin crack you in a minute. I said slimy, you dim-witted arse, not limey. Always the bloody comedian aren’t you?
(In the ring, Alpha goes to pick up Xavior by the scruff of his neck, but Xavior quickly lashes out with a stiff elbow in the mid-section, making Alpha double-up. He follows it up with a European uppercut and Alpha staggers backwards against the ropes. Xavior runs at him with speed, but Alpha Dog manages to see him at the last second, ducking and pulling the top rope. Xavior in turn then goes tumbling over to the outside, crashing onto the mats with a thud. Before Xavior can get to his feet properly, Alpha grabs the top rope and catapults himself over it, hitting the champion with sweet looking cross-body.)
Sid Carmack: Ooh! I felt that! See, that’s what you get for hitting someone with a sceptre. Xavior’s actions last week were despicable.
Groond: Depends on how you look at it. Some would say that it was deserved.
(Before the referee can start counting out the two competitors, Alpha has already got Xavior on his feet and rolled him back into the ring, following him quickly. Before he can get back on his feet however, Xavior is already up and stomping down on his back. Picking Alpha up, he whips him into the far corner of the ring, the whole thing shaking on impact.)
Art Campbell: Xavior’s proving that he’s equal to Alpha’s challenge right now, but this one could still go either way.
(As Alpha staggers back out from the turnbuckle Xavior is quickly in his face. The Alpha Dog swings at the champ but it gets blocked. Xavior then steps in, grabbing Alpha and sending him flying over his head, crashing his back hard onto the canvas.)
Groond: Ooh. An Exploder suplex. Always liked that one. The kid’s come on strong since we worked together, I’ll tell you that for nowt.
Sid Carmack: Nowt?
Groond: Yup. Nowt.
(Alpha tries to make a break for it by crawling under the bottom rope to the safety of the outside, but Xavior grabs him by his foot and drags him back into the centre of the ring. Struggling a bit, Xavior attempts to get a firm grip on Alpha’s leg, but the challenger is having none of it. He kicks out at Xavior, loosening his grip. Xavior tries again to grab the leg tightly, but again Alpha counters with a kick. This time Xavior is forced to let go and back off as Alpha attempts to stand. As he does Xavior runs at him but the challenger grabs him in the air and plants him to the mat with a nasty powerslam. He hooks the leg for a pin.)
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Kickout!
Art Campbell: Nowhere near the three that time. I think it’ll take more than that to put down the champ!
Sid Carmack: Not too much more! Did you hear the crack as Xavior hit the mat?
Groond: I must say, this Alpha guy isn’t that bad. He’s got some skills.
Sid Carmack: Are you finally seeing the light too?
Groond: I don’t have to like a guy to appreciate that he’s got a bit of talent. He’s still a bit of a twat.
(By now Alpha is back on his feet. Dragging Xavior along by his hair, he pushes him into the turnbuckle and starts raining down on his opponent with huge clubbing forearms. He follows this up with a quick kick in the gut, before lifting him by the neck and shoulders and places him unceremoniously onto the top turnbuckle. After a couple more shots to the gut, Alpha climbs up the turnbuckle to a chorus of boos and whistles from the fans.)
Art Carmack: This is looking pretty dangerous for Xavior.
Sid Carmack: Good, I hope he gets a serious injury.
Groond: I’ll give you a serious injury, will that do you?
(The challenger grabs his belt-laden opponent and attempt to lift him over his own head with a superplex, but Stephen Xavior manages to wrap his leg around the ring post to stop him. He tries it again to the same effect. After the third try, Xavior and Alpha exchange a few punches. After gaining the upper-hand, the champion manages to push Alpha off. The challenger flies back into the middle of the ring but it quickly up on his feet. Taking a cue, Xavior leaps from the top, taking Alpha down with a stiff lariat. He attempts a pin of his own.)
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Kickout!
Sid Carmack: Only a short two count that time. No way will Xavior win with moves like that. Alpha Dog’s got this one in the bag!
Groond: Are you watching the same match as the rest of us?
(Xavior lifts up his opponent and sets him up in the middle of the ring. He hoists him high above his head and plants him back to the canvas with a mean Brainbuster. He attempts another cover.)
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3...No! Kickout!
Groond: Ooh, that was close!
Sid Carmack: Ha! Wasn’t close enough though was it?
(Frustrated, Xavior gets to his feet and puts a few boots into the head of Alpha. He then picks him up and makes to whip him at the ropes. Alpha heads off, gaining speed as he comes back of the ropes. Ducking under a Xavior clothesline, Alpha goes airborne on the return, slamming hard into Xavior with a shoulder tackle, sending him twisting awkwardly and landing on his neck.)
Art, Sid and Groond: Oooh!
(Not relenting, Alpha is straight onto his opponent, beating Xavior down with stiff punches to the face as the referee tries to break it up. Eventually, Alpha lets up, although he does put in a cheeky boot on his way. He picks up the champ and hoists him up onto his shoulders. After being showered with yet another chorus of boos, Alpha then puts Xavior down with a Death Valley Driver, followed by the pin attempt.)
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No! Shoulder Up!
Sid Carmack: See? What did I tell you? Alpha’s just got too much for Stephen Xavior.
Groond: And you’ve got too much mouth for television, yet I’m betting that mouth can be easily closed.
Art Campbell: Touché.
(The Alpha Dog can’t believe it. He starts getting in the ref’s face, arguing the decision to just award the two count. In a split second, Xavior is behind him and rolling him up with the Schoolboy pin.)
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3... Kickout! No Pin!
Art Campbell: Xavior’s not out of this one yet!
(As Xavior gets to his feet, favouring his back a little, Alpha springs up and fixes his opponent with a glare that could melt ice. The two men face-off for a moment.)
Sid Carmack: You can almost feel the hatred between these two men!
Groond: It’s certainly tense in there. Makes you glad you’re just commentating and not taking part.
(Simultaneously, the two combatants edge towards each other purposefully and tie-up in the middle of the ring. Using his superior size, Alpha is able to push Xavior up against the ropes. He holds him the for a moment before hitting him with a back elbow to the side of the head. Alpha then uses his advantage, kicking Xavior in the gut before taking him by the head and snapping him over with a quick suplex. Instead of trying to end the match there, he picks the champ up again and whips him into the corner, following it up with a quick running clothesline. Xavior hit’s the turnbuckle with force and bounces out into the middle of the ring before falling forward in a heap. Alpha covers.)
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3...Kickout!
Sid Carmack: Aw, come on! That had to be three!
Art Campbell: Well the referee didn’t think so., and neither do these fans.
Crowd: XAVIOR! XAVIOR! XAVIOR!
Groond: Clever bunch, this lot.
(Alpha responds by picking Xavior back up off the mat. Out of desperation, Xavior kicks out at Alpha Dog but the challenger somehow manages to catch his leg. Then, just as Alpha begins laughing, his other foot comes up, catching Alpha flush in the face. Both men lay on the canvas for a while to regain there bearings.)
Art Campbell: It’s been back and forth all the way!
Sid Carmack: The bad blood between the two is definitely a contributing factor. Neither of these guys want to lose this one. Not only is the title on the line, but pride is at stake here too!
Art Campbell: Absolutely. In the end, this could simply come down to who wants it more.
(As if in answer, both Alpha and Xavior slowly pick themselves up off the mat. Xavior runs at his opponent like a man possessed, jumping at him and taking him back down to the canvas with a big knee in the chest. He goes to ground and starts furiously punching away at Alpha, who tries desperately to cover himself. After the sudden release, Xavior takes a step back, then lifts The Alpha Dog to his feet. He throws a big right, but Alpha takes it like a man and delivers one of his own. They continue back and forth for a while, both men visibly weakening at the knees with each passing punch.)
Art Campbell: This trade-off is doing neither of these guys any favours. They look like they could both pass out at any minute!
Groond: Crack on Steve! Do him a mischief!
Sid Carmack: Why did they let you out here?
(Suddenly, Alpha takes Xavior by surprise by aiming a kick at his legs. He buckles slightly but does not go down. Xavior then returns in kind, causing Alpha to do similar buckling. Xavior then swings another punch, but Alpha has the nous to duck underneath, lifting the champ up and running him into the corner. Much to his surprise though, something slows his run as he reaches the corner. After steaming Xavior into the turnbuckle and watching him drop to a heap in the corner, he notices that the referee must have got in the way, as he too has fallen and is rolling outside the ring.)
Sid Carmack: The referee is down!
Groond: It means Alpha can’t make the pin at least.
Sid Carmack: Judging by the look on his face, I don’t think that Alpha is looking for the pin.
(In the ring, Alpha is grinning broadly and looking out at the fans, who are screaming back at him. After giving Xavior a boot to the face, The Alpha Dog drops down and rolls out of the ring, heading straight for the apron and moving it to check underneath the ring.)
Art Campbell: He’s going for a weapon! He can’t do this!
Sid Carmack: Oh yes he can! The referee’s out cold! This is turning out to be a great match!
(After a quick search, Alpha appears from underneath the ring with a table in hand. He slides it under the bottom rope and follows it into the ring.)
Art Campbell: He’s got a table! Xavior’s in trouble now!
(The challenger sets the table up in the middle of the ring and points over to the fallen Stephen Xavior. The crowd boo, but this just makes Alpha smile even more. He grabs Xavior roughly and forces him to his feet. Xavior tries to fight back, throwing a right, but Alpha blocks it and delivers one of his own, sending the champion into the corner once more. He lifts Xavior up onto the top turnbuckle and positions himself for the superplex, back to the commentary team, giving the crowd a ‘thumbs down’ gesture, which got a suitable response.)
Crowd: ALPHA SUCKS! ALPHA SUCKS! ALPHA SUCKS!
Groond: Right, I’m not having this.
Sid Carmack: Where do you think you’re going?
(But Groond does not reply, as he already has his headset taken off and is making his way into the ring. The crowd quietens as they are unsure what is going on. Alpha Dog, oblivious to the events behind him, sets Xavior up to suplex him from the top rope and through the table. As they begin their descent though, Groond reaches out and moves the table at the last second, saving Xavior from what would have been illegal punishment. As the crowd cheers at seeing their champion not going through a table, Groond grabs it and throws it over the top rope to the outside of the ring.)
Sid Carmack: Hey, that’s not fair! He’s not meant to be inside that ring!
Art Campbell: Yeah, but to his defense, the table wasn’t meant to be either.
(Before Alpha can realize what’s going on and do something about it, Groond is by the outside of the ring trying to get the referee on his feet. Angrily, Alpha walks up to the ropes as the ref shakes his head and comes to, shouting obscenities at the Englishman. After a few moments of Groond ignoring him, Alpha decides to turn his attention back to Xavior, who is lying on his back in the middle of the ring, motionless. As Alpha turns again to give one parting shot at Groond and the referee slowly drags himself to his feet, grabbing at the apron and climbing into the ring, Xavior suddenly jumps up. Just as Alpha turns, Xavior kicks out and catches The Alpha Dog right under the chin. Unable to make the pin though, Xavior simply drops back to the mat as the referee gets to his feet and see the two competitors down for the count.)
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(By now Groond is back at the announce table.)
Sid Carmack: What the hell was all that? You could have cost Alpha the match!
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Groond: What? All I did was remove the foreign object. It’s not like I hit anyone. And anyway, does Alpha really want to be known as a dirty cheating bastard?
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Art Campbell: To be honest I don’t think he’d really care, but I think you did the right thing, for what it’s worth.
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(Inside the squared circle, Stephen Xavior and The Alpha Dog have both managed to get to the ropes and are struggling to use them to lift themselves upright. Just before the referee can count ‘8’, they both manage to get up to their feet. Staggering towards each other, they both begin trading punches again.)
Art Campbell: These two are fighting like there’s no tomorrow!
(Xavior goes to catch Alpha Dog with a sinning heel kick, but Alpha catches his leg and scoops him up into a belly to belly suplex. Xavior finds his way back up to his feet but is met with a solid shoulder tackle. The Alpha Dog begins to size the King of the Ring up and goes for The Pounce, but Xavior clips him with a toe hold and spins it into the CLUTCH!)
Sid Carmack: Steven Xavior has just caught Alpha off guard and is looking to retain his title.
Art Campbell: The Alpha Dog looks to be in major pain right now.
(After several moments locked into the CLUTCH, Alpha manages to escape and break free. Xavior hammers away on the back of Alpha Dog, but Alpha violently shoves Xavior back. Steven quickly gets back up to his feet, but Alpha again shoves him back down. While Xavior is down, Alpha reaches into his tights and pulls out brass knuckles, which causes Groond once again to come to the ring. The referee goes over to remove Groond from ringside while Alpha arms himself with the brass knucks and nails Xavior as he rises to his feet.)
Art Campbell: OH NO! NOT THIS WAY…
(Groond looks on in disbelief as Alpha cover Xavior.)
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(The Alpha Dog stands inside the ring as the referee awards him the No Limits title. Outside the ring Groond stares at Alpha Dog and then looks at Xavior and places his hands on top of his head. Inside the ring Alpha pounds his fist against his chest and points to Groond with a big smile on his face. Out of nowhere we see a commotion in the crowd.)
Art Campbell: What's going on now?
Sid Carmack: It's ANTONIO BANKS!!!
(While Alpha is looking on at Groond, Banks gets in a solid sneak attack on the new PWSR No Limits Champion and continues to beat down the Alpha Dog.)
Sid Carmack: Banks has been gone for quite some time!!!
Art Campbell: He is back with vengence tonight.
(Banks picks up the No Limits belt and charges Alpha and hits him across the face. Looking down at new champion Antonio Banks raises the No Limits title in the air to a shocking ovation.)
Art Campbell: What's going on now?
Sid Carmack: It's ANTONIO BANKS!!!
(While Alpha is looking on at Groond, Banks gets in a solid sneak attack on the new PWSR No Limits Champion and continues to beat down the Alpha Dog.)
Sid Carmack: Banks has been gone for quite some time!!!
Art Campbell: He is back with vengence tonight.
(Banks picks up the No Limits belt and charges Alpha and hits him across the face. Looking down at new champion Antonio Banks raises the No Limits title in the air to a shocking ovation.)
WINNER: The Alpha Dog (New No Limits Champion)
[SEGMENT] – MARCUS REDD
The crowd is still buzzing from the last match. It left the crowd shocked and amazed.
Art Campbell: I'm sure that all of you fans at home, as well as the fans here at the American Airlines Arena are enjoying the great matches PWSR are presenting. We still have great matches to show you so sit tight and get ready.
A sweeping pyro goes off and is followed by the following tron.
Art Campbell: I'm sure that all of you fans at home, as well as the fans here at the American Airlines Arena are enjoying the great matches PWSR are presenting. We still have great matches to show you so sit tight and get ready.
A sweeping pyro goes off and is followed by the following tron.
Marcus Redd came out with a big smile. There is a mixed reaction from the crowd. They don't know what to expect from Marcus right now. He opens his jacket and gets a good cheer from the crowd. Marcus is wearing a white
Dwayne Wade Miami Heat Jersey.
Sid Carmack: What!? It's Marcus Redd?
Art Campbell: Yes, the Ghetto Rockstar has returned to PWSR. He hasn't been seen since Salvation.
Sid Carmack: I wonder where he's been.
Sid Carmack: I wonder where he's been.
Art Campbell: I heard that it was a Management's Decision that he hasn't had a match since then.
Sid Carmack: Well, I'm sure that there was a good reason.
Marcus grabs a microphone and gets into the ring. He flashes a smile to show that he has a new grill made of platinum and diamonds. He looks out at the crowd as they are cheering.
Marcus Redd: Wat it do, South Beach, wat it do?!
Marcus Redd: Wat it do, South Beach, wat it do?!
The crowd cheers for Marcus's greeting of the crowd.
Marcus Redd: It's ya boy, Marcus Redd, da Ghetto Rockstar, and I'm back in dis biotch!
The crowd cheers again.
Marcus Redd: Now, I know dat dere be some peoples dat been wonderin' where Marcus been at. Where da hell was Marcus Redd been at? Well, Hea's da 411 on wat went down. It appears dat da higher ups feel dat a wrestler up my caliber isn't worthy of wrestlin' fo' a while. Dey couldn't find a reason to suspend me, so dey stopped usin' me.
The fans starts to boo the story being told.
Marcus Redd: Now, I know dat dere be some peoples dat been wonderin' where Marcus been at. Where da hell was Marcus Redd been at? Well, Hea's da 411 on wat went down. It appears dat da higher ups feel dat a wrestler up my caliber isn't worthy of wrestlin' fo' a while. Dey couldn't find a reason to suspend me, so dey stopped usin' me.
The fans starts to boo the story being told.
Marcus Redd: Now it appears dat dere has been some shady thangs happenin' lately. It seems dat da guys dat make da matches needed to make room fo' some overrated people dat be seen as betta dan da Ghetto Rockstar. I been askin' when da Ghetto Rockstar is goin' to get his shot. When Marcus Redd go git his time to shine? When is Marcus Redd goin' to be allowed to do it big? No one answered my question, so... I'm sick and tired of waitin' fo' dem suckas to book me so, I decided to do it my damn self.
Marcus Redd: How I'm go do dis? Dat's quite simple. But first, let me say somethin' to y'all. To da fans dat was dere when I first showed up at Unlocked in feburary. From day one, y'all had my back. From day one, y'all were my peoples. Y'all cheered and y'all knew what you saw in the ring was a future World Champion. Around da time fo' Independence, I started to get a big head. I went all T.O. on y'all. Fo' dat I want to apologize.
The crowd starts to clap for Marcus's apology. The crowd starts to chant his name.
Marcus Redd: Dis time off did give me some time to think 'bout some thangs. I thought 'bout
wat got me to da top and to da peak. Wat gotcha boy da instant recognition by e'eryone. Den, I thought dat I should bring back an old favorite!
wat got me to da top and to da peak. Wat gotcha boy da instant recognition by e'eryone. Den, I thought dat I should bring back an old favorite!
Marcus smiles as if everyone knows what was coming up. The crowd catches on and starts to cheer for the anticipated move.
Sid Carmack: He isn't...?
Art Campbell: I think he is...
Marcus Redd: It been awhile since I did dis, but it feels good. With all dis time off, I did enough scouting. So, without further 'dieu, Marcus Redd, the Ghetto Rockstar presents to y'all.... DA PARTYZONE!
The crowd's reaction nearly takes the roof off the arena. The following video starts to play.
Girls wearing low cut shirts came from the back. The shirts have "As seen on Da PartyZone" on the front across their breasts. There were numerous girls from all races. They all were wearing three digits on their shorts. The three digits are area codes across the country. They girls are led by a girl with the "305" on her shorts.
Sid Carmack: YES!!!!! I MISSED MARCUS REDD!
Art Campbell: You're just happy that this is the only time you will see this many women in one place without paying money.
Sid Carmack: ...
The girls get into the ring. There are enought girls to fill the ring. Marcus goes to the top turnbuckle to allow more girls to get into the ring.
Marcus Redd: Y'all know da drill. Ladies, take them off!
Sid Carmack: YES!
Art Campbell: Just keep your pants on this time.
The girls all take their tops off and starts to bounce in the ring. Flash bulbs flashes as the people in the audience are taking picture. "Area Codes" by Ludacris and Nate Dogg starts to play again as Marcus get out the ring. He went under the ring and pulled out a box of Partyzone beads. Marcus gets back into the ring and starts to pass out the beads to the girls.
As the festivities appear to not be ending, "Back in Black" by AC/DC starts to play. The fans boos the enterance of Ty Cyrus. He is walking with haste towards the ring.
Ty Cyrus: Stop the fucking music! Stop all the antics! Stop all of this bullshit!
Marcus smirks at Ty as Ty enters the ring.
Ty Cyrus: I want all of these women to put their shirts back on right now! Do you understand?
Marcus Redd: You want dese, fine, sexy, EPICALLY STACKED, broads to put back on deir "Marcus Redd PartyZone t-shirts," which are available soon on pwsr.com/shopzone? JYEAH!
The crowd cheers for the cheap plug for his new shirts.
Ty Cyrus: Yes! Stop messing around! Do you realize how much money you're going to cost me when the FCC sees that?
Marcus Redd: It's going to be 'bout half of watcha goin' to make from people wantin' to tune in to watch me?
Ty Cyrus: You think that this is a joke? You think that this is a game? This isn't some striptease. This is Pro Wrestling Smarks! Do you really want to know why you haven't been on in a month? It's because you are nothing but a joke?
You are nothing but a wannabe gangster that doesn't deserve to be here.
Marcus Redd: Ya think I'ma joke?! Bitch, is you serious!? I'm da Ghetto Rockstar! I have been undefeated fo' da first five months of my career! I beat every man dat faced me. Ya think I'm a joke? Well, since ya high n' mighty ass ain't been hea' fo a minute, lemme tell ya who dis joke whipped! Antonio Banks! LaMarcus Brown! Steven Xavior! Josiah Cena! Dirty Dogg! Marcus Adams! Blade! Makua Koa! BG Storm! With names like dat, who da hell is da joke?
Ty Cyrus: From what I heard, you aren't a main event player. You've beaten nobody! You've beaten no one that's on the main event status.
Marcus Redd: Well, T-Sizzle, dat's because da higher up have been scared to have me up against da major playas. Dey are scared dat dis boy would outshine and take their spot. Just like ya boy, Shane Fuller. I challenged him, he ran like little bitch.
Ty Cyrus: From what I heard, you aren't a main event player. You've beaten nobody! You've beaten no one that's on the main event status.
Marcus Redd: Well, T-Sizzle, dat's because da higher up have been scared to have me up against da major playas. Dey are scared dat dis boy would outshine and take their spot. Just like ya boy, Shane Fuller. I challenged him, he ran like little bitch.
Ty Cyrus: First off, it's "Mr. Cyrus" to you, not T-Sizzle. Secondly, you're not a main eventer. That's why Shane didn't accept your challenge. It's because you're not worthy of it! You're not a real wrestler. All you are is a hood and a thug. For that alone, you will never even get a world title shot. Now, if you don't want to get fired right now! I suggest you get your uneducated ass out of my ring!
The fans starts to boo Ty making Marcus leave the ring. The two men were staring at each other. Marcus stepped back from Ty. Marcus motions to tell the girls to leave. The fans start to boo the girl's exit.
Marcus slowly walked passed Ty. Suddenly, Marcus drops Ty with The Final Chord. The crowd cheers for the act.
Sid Carmack: Oh... my god...
Art Campbell: Marcus just laid out the Chairman!
Sid Carmack: Enjoy this moment, this will be your last... There will be reprocussions for that.
Marcus picks up the microphone again.
Marcus Redd: Da Name's Marcus Redd... REMEMBER IT! Holla at cha boy! 'Cause I gits money!
Marcus tosses the microphone down and exits the ring while walking up the ramp. His entrance music plays as he leaves.
[SEGMENT] JOSIAH CENA # 2
(The camera cuts away immediately to show shots of the parking lot of the arena, where police cars are pulling up with their sirens wailing and the blue lights flashing, creating panic and intrigue backstage. A number of PWSR superstars come flying out of their locker rooms through the corridors of the arena after hearing the commotion and stand out by the exit to the parking lot)
Art Campbell: What the hell is going on back there now?! The police are here at the American Airlines Arena and ... well what the hell is this? Who called the cops to the building tonight?!
Sid Carmack: I have no idea Art, but they're here in force ... there must be 3 or 4 squad cars back there!
(The police officers get out of their cars, leaving the lights flashing, and come piling towards the building. The chief investigator steps up and tells the wrestlers to step aside and let them into the arena. Dave Diamond comes running out from his office looking typically out-of-breath and asks if he can help with anything. One of the police officers asks where Josiah Cena's locker room is)
Art Campbell: What? Did they just say they're looking for Cena?! Wait ... can someone back there confirm that I heard that correctly?
Sid Carmack: It sounds like that's what they're here for Art ... I think finally justice has prevailed and they've come to take that despicable low-life criminal away!
Art Campbell: OH COME ON - That's bullshit and you know it, Sid! Cena just did what any reasonable human being would do tonight in that situation! If anything, it's that damn Revolution that should be arrested for stalking!
(The officers storm around to the Warriors locker room and knock on the door. Makua Koa opens the door eating a donut and almost chokes at the sight of the officers pushing him aside and entering the room. The lead officer walks over and confronts Josiah Cena, calling for his colleagues to put the handcuffs on him)
Police Offier: Josiah Cena, you are being arrested on account of assault. You have the right to remain silent, and anything that you do say may be recorded in evidence and used in a court of law.
(Skylar starts pleading desperately with the officer to let Cena go, looking distraught with tears almost streaming down her face)
Skylar Mosier: No! Please .... please sir, don't take him! You can't take my Josiah! No!
Police Officer: We have no other choice, Ms Mosier. I'm sorry.
(The officers drag Cena out of the room handcuffed as Skylar is sobbing openly at the sight of Josiah being taken away. Cena turns to Skylar as he's being carried away and they gaze affectionately at each other)
Skylar Mosier: Don't leave me alone here! Please!
Josiah Cena: Don't worry Skylar, he's gone now. It's over. It's all over.
(Skylar falls back into her seat with her head in her hands as Cena disappears out through the door. The camera changes to show Josiah being dragged through the corridor towards the arena exit and being bundled into the cop car. The camera cuts back to ringside)
Art Campbell: Wow, man what a heartbreaker! Poor Skylar looks terrified back there, Josiah Cena is going to the local jail cells here in Miami, Revolution may have been destroyed once and for all here tonight ... but at what price, Sid?
Sid Carmack: Broken dreams and broken hearts, Art. Cena may be right, it may all be over now, but tonight the lives of three people have changed forever. For some, tonight was indeed a Rise to Glory, for others - this night may have marked the beginning of the end.
Art Campbell: And still to come tonight folks, the greatest PWS world champion of all time Daz steps into the ring with everything to lose ahead of arguably his greatest challenge to date. Daz vs Shane Fuller for the World Championship, coming up momentarily ...
PWSR World Heavyweight Championship
Daz © vs. “Prime Time” Shane Fuller
The fans inside the American Airlines Arena begin to get loud as they look on in anticipation for the Main Event. A video package is shown hyping the match in which the fans laugh at the clips of Daz inside the ice cream parlor and then cringe and boo at the clips of Shane super kicking Aries off the ramp. As the package closes we hear a thunderous roar as we see Skylar Mosier step into the ring.
Skylar: Ladies and gentlemen this next match is for the PWSR World Heavyweight Championship!!! Making his way down to the ring, he is the challenger. Weighting in at 238lbs, from Hollywood California, he is “Prime Time” Shane Fuller!
The lights cut out and flash a golden strobe as the music of the Tool – The Pot hits.
Who are you to wave your finger?
Ya' must have been out your head.
Eye hole deep in muddy waters.
You practically raised the dead.
Rob the grave, to snow the cradle.
Then burn the evidence down.
Soapbox, house of cards, and glass,
So don't go tossin' your stones around.
Who are you to wave your finger?
Ya' must have been out your head.
Eye hole deep in muddy waters.
You practically raised the dead.
Rob the grave, to snow the cradle.
Then burn the evidence down.
Soapbox, house of cards, and glass,
So don't go tossin' your stones around.
You must have been high.
You must have been high.
You must have been.
Art Campbell: Can you believe the audacity of Shane Fuller to come out here and act as if he just won the damn belt?
Sid Carmack: This is the most sacred man in the entire business. Can you imagine what this place will do if Shane Fuller wins? They will go bananas and throw the biggest celebration party that Miami has ever seen! Forget the Miami Heats NBA Title parade. Forget the two Marlins World Series banners. Cars will be set on fire after tonight’s show!
Art Campbell: I can only hope one of those vehicles will be carrying Shane Fuller.
Back inside the ring, we hear Shane’s music come to an end and the crowd starts rumble with the entrance of the champion just mere moments away. Finally the crowd grows quiet, as a loud BOOM hits the speakers as Get on my level by Three 6 Mafia pumps through the arena. The camera shows several fans around the arena bobbing their heads to sound of the music and suddenly erupt as Daz comes out shaking his head from side to side.
Skylar Mosier: And his opponent. From Chicago Illinois, he is the PWSR World Heavyweight Champion….He is THE REAL DEAL. DAZ!!!!
Art Campbell: The longest reigning PWSR champion is about to take on the toughest men in the business today, but Daz has fought off “Prime Time” twice already. Daz is one of the most recognizable faces in the world these days and the fact he’s facing a Hollywood icon and hall of famer, the media has been clamoring over this showdown.
Sid Carmack: You just jinxed the champion with your retarded rhetoric. Daz may have been luck the first two times, but as always, third time is a charm. Shane has been fooled twice and screwed out every way possible. But tonight I just have that feeling. I can’t help it, but tonight is THE NIGHT!
An intense and focused looking Shane standing in the ring looking on as Daz struts to the ring wearing the PWSR World Heavyweight championship. Inside the ring Shane begins to taunt Daz; giving him the middle finger and pointing to his belt. With a confident smile on his face, Daz removes the belt and kisses it before he hands it over to referee Kealen Foster.
Sid Carmack: Suck it in chump…erm I mean champ. You’re kissing that belt goodbye.
Art Campbell: Perhaps Shane is kissing his final world title shot goodbye.
Kealen Foster walks to the center of the ring and raises the belt in the air to a standing ovation from the crowd. Shockingly there is a mixed reaction from the crowd as we hear half of the arena chanting “Lets go Fuller” while a larger part are cheering “Lets go Daz”. As Foster hands the belt out to the timekeeper, he officially calls for the bell.
Art Campbell: And here we go…
Sid Carmack: This is it! Daz’s final title defense ever! You know Art, the past two time’s I’ve come out here and bet money on Shane Fuller and he’s not ever won, but this time I bet the same amount on both men, so I cant loose!
Art Campbell: But you can’t win either! You’ll just break even, moron.
Both men look at one another and walk to the center of the as the crowd continues to cheer on both of them. Daz starts mouthing and trash talking Fuller, but Shane stops and looks at Foster and yells “Are you going to let him talk to me like that?” at him. Foster rolls his eyes at Shane and motions for them to lock up. Shane slaps his arms to his side and slides outside the ring and stands there yelling at Daz and Foster.
Art Campbell: I think Daz may have hurt his feelings. C’mon Fuller, take it like a man, man!
Sid Carmack: Art, you’re a rotten son of a bitch!
Shane remains outside the ring, walking around and verbally fighting with the crowd as Kealen Foster hops outside and tells Shane to get back into the ring. The emotion on Shane’s face changes as he looks at Foster and shakes his head no and yelling “he can kiss my ass! I’m not getting in there until he apologizes!” at Foster. Inside the ring Daz remains in there laughing and pointing at Shane while the fans start a “Shane’s a Pussy!” chant which drives Shane nuts. Still pleading with Shane, Foster climbs back into the ring and motions for Shane to get in the ring, but Shane still refuses.
Art Campbell: I can’t believe the Golden God picked tonight to get emotional. His momma must be really proud of him.
Sid Carmack: Daz probably used some racist remark on Shane to upset him. I know Shane is sensitive to the word Honky these days. I once saw Daz call the popcorn vendor an ofay and nearly had him in tears.
Art Campbell: I can’t believe the Golden God picked tonight to get emotional. His momma must be really proud of him.
Sid Carmack: Daz probably used some racist remark on Shane to upset him. I know Shane is sensitive to the word Honky these days. I once saw Daz call the popcorn vendor an ofay and nearly had him in tears.
Foster then warns Shane that he will start counting him out and that he needs to get inside the ring. After a few moments of Shane walking around the ringside area, Foster initiates the count.
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Daz stands inside the ring now looking disgusted at Fuller who keeps waving off Daz and yelling at the fans.
Art Campbell: Are you going to wrestle or show your ass, Shane? This is ridiculous! I’ve never seen Fuller this upset and insubordinate before.
Sid Carmack: Maybe Daz called him a bleached crackah! That’s the only word I can think of that would make a white man that angry. That or maybe a Saltine!
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Shane quickly rolls back into the ring and Daz rushes towards him, but Shane slides back outside.
Art Campbell: What in the hell is he doing? Why did he break the count if he doesn’t want to fight Daz. I think the Golden God is scared!
Sid Carmack: I don’t think he’s scared. Wouldn’t you be pissed if Daz called you whitey?
Art Campbell: Shut the hell up! We don’t even know what Daz said; and I am 1000% positive it wasn’t a racial comment. Why don’t you write the NACA if you have a problem!
Sid Carmack: What is NACA?
Art Campbell: National Association for Caucasian Americans.
Sid Carmack: Oh… Thought they were an auto parts store…
Inside the ring Daz is trying to get outside but Foster is holding him back. After getting Daz back into the corner, Foster begins another 10 count.
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Suddenly Foster looks on in horror as a commotion erupts in the crowd, and he stops his count.
Art Campbell: There seems to be some commotion in the crowd and we’re having difficulty seeing whats going on. Fans are swarming!
Sid Carmack: Probably a merchant selling Shane’s merchandise.
Art Campbell: Wait a minute… Is that who I think it is?
Art Campbell: Wait a minute… Is that who I think it is?
Sid Carmack: OH MY GOD! And he’s brought company…
We see the long hair of Billy C as he begins cutting through the crowd and shortly behind him we see the monster Kurt Kaoss, Frankie Fontana and Jeremy Lightning walking down the concourse stairs and headed to ringside.
Art Campbell: How in the hell did they sneak past security? They’re with the PWSWF! They have no business being here.
Sid Carmack: I don’t know who you’re talking about. It’s just some hardcore fans trying to enjoy the show.
Art Campbell: Those outcasts from PWSWF have infiltrated our building. We had a one time working relationship with them and now they just show up to a PWSR show? Jack Money must be going insane!!!
Sid Carmack: Who?
Art Campbell: The owner of the PWSWF!
Shane’s face stretches a smile from ear to ear and waves at Billy and the gang, then blows a kiss in their direction. Inside the ring Daz looks on and suddenly appears concerned. With Daz looking on at the madness in the crowd Shane slides back in and hammers Daz with a double ax handle to the back of the head. Shane quickly stays on top of Daz with several chops and short punches and back Daz into the corner and continues to work him over.
Back at ringside we see the Unholy Alliance pushing their way through the crowd and throw four fans at ringside out of their seats and then settle in and watch on.
Art Campbell: Shane was buying his time until his damn posse showed up.
Sid Carmack: You can’t say that word on tv! Besides, all they’re doing is watching.
In the ring Shane has Daz in side headlock and runs his face across the top rope. With Daz slightly blinded by the burn of the rope, Shane sends Daz into the ropes and hits him with a back elbow smash that drops Daz. Once on the mat Shane mounts Daz and pummels him with hard right hands across the head, before being broken up by Foster.
Sid Carmack: See, look at that hypocrite Foster. He stood in the ring practically begging Shane to get in the ring and fight, now he wants to keep Shane off of Daz. I wonder how much Daz had to fork out to Foster for protection.
Art Campbell: Probably as much as Shane did to get the Unholy Alliance into the building.
As Shane stands over Daz, Foster warms Fuller about the use of his fists and that he will disqualify him if he has to warm him again. Shane rolls his eyes at Foster and then nonchalantly places his foot across the throat of Daz. Frustrated with Shane, Foster starts counting.
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Right at the 4 count Shane removes his foot and raises his hands as if to ask the referee what he did wrong.
Art Campbell: You know what, Sid? I’m kinda of tired of seeing Shane pull the same stunts over and over, there’s never anything new.
Sid Carmack: Well speak for yourelf, but there are a half million people inside this building that are here to see Shane Fuller.
Art Campbell: If you’re counting Kaoss, I’d say that for the first time in your life, your right!
Shane looks at Foster and mouths “fuck you” to him then drops a knee across the chest of Daz. Shane then picks Daz off the mat and bodyslams him as Fontana and Jeremy Lightning stand up and cheer for Shane. After wiping the sweat from his head, Shane looks at Jeremy and gives him thumbs up, while Fontana looks at Billy and sarcastically says “Did you see that devastating bodyslam? That’s the best slam in the business!”
Shane struts over to Daz and picks him up once again and sends him into the ropes and catches Daz with a stiff dropkick. Shane crawls over and covers Daz.
Daz climbs the middle rope and sizes up Shane and drops a fist down onto the face of Fuller. Daz then moves Fuller to the middle of the ring and drops a leg drop over
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Kickout!
Art Campbell: Shane has taken control of this match. I have to admit that while it is frustrating watching him, he will always be the dirtiest player in the game. Now what’s he doing?
Sid Carmack: That’s what I call a rake of the eyes, Art. Did you know that I invented that move?
With Shane on top of Daz digging his fingers into his face, Foster finally jumps in and physically pulls Shane off of the champion. Shane looks at Kealen and shoves him, but Foster comes back and shoves Fuller back. As Shane staggers back, Daz hooks Shane and rolls him up.
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Shane quickly spins back up but Daz twists his legs and catches Shane with a drop toe hold. With Fuller on his face Daz jumps up and catches Shane with a sniff kick to the side of Shane. Daz walks around the ring for a moment to gather himself and then runs towards Fuller and connects with a spinning wheel kick.
Art Campbell: Daz has bounced back from the metal and physical assault of Shane Fuller and his cronies and is now taking it to the challenger.
Sid Carmack: Why can Daz use a closed foot, but Foster won’t let Shane throw a closed fist?
Art Campbell: Did you just say, closed foot? Jesus Christ! Are you even aware of how stupid you are?
Daz climbs to the middle rope and sizes Shane up and drops a fist across the face of Daz. The champion then moves and positions Shane in the center of the ring and hits a leg drop on him. With a confident look on his face and a spring in his step, Daz walks over to the ropes and stares down the Unholy Alliance. Daz then turns his attention to Kurt Kaoss and mouths “I already beat your ass”, before giving the gang the middle finger.
As the action continues, Daz then turns back to Shane and drops and elbow, then picks Shane up and executes a standing snap suplex. The champion continues his attack by sending Shane into the corner and following him in with a heavy clothesline. Daz throws a few hard blows to the head of Shane and then sets him up on the ropes and climbs up with him.
Art Campbell: Daz is going for a high impact move. This could give him a huge advantage if he connects it.
With both men on the ropes, Shane starts fighting Daz as he tries to lock in a superplex. Daz begins fighting for leverage and control, but Shane pokes him in the eyes and pushes him off the ropes and to the mat. Shane stands up looking a bit dazed, but looks around at the crowd and makes the last step to the top rope and leaps, connecting with a flying elbow drop.
Sid Carmack: The Golden God has taken a leap of faith and left Daz gasping for air.
Shane rolls over and covers Daz, aggressively hooking his leg.
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KICKOUT!
The challenger rolls off of Daz and stomps on the upper body a few times and then lifts him up, laying in a few European forearms and a few more chops.
Art Campbell: Those chops were so vicious they almost tied Daz up into the ropes. Ooh! And another one by Fuller. Shane is really wearing down the champion with those knife edge chops.
Sid Carmack: Daz’s chest is red and you can visually see the hand prints on the chest of Daz.
With Daz against the ropes, Shane hits the far ropes and charges Daz, but the champion ducks and sends Shane over the top rope and to the outside. Daz raises his head and looks around the arena, then looks outside to the fallen challenger. Without hesitation Daz grabs the ropes and pulls himself over the top and crashes onto Shane with a flying body press.
Art Campbell: DID YOU SEE THE AIR THAT DAZ GOT WITH THAT LEAP!?!
Outside the ring we see both men drained and fighting to get back to their feet. Daz looks on as Shane plants his first foot on the ground, then makes a desperate leap but the champion slips and their heads collide busting Fuller open.
Art Campbell: Oh my! Accidents happen all the time, but Fuller is bleeding like a stuck pig.
Sid Carmack: Art that was a horrifying misstep by Daz and Shane does have a nasty gash on his head.
Kealen Foster comes outside the ring and checks on Shane who has drops of blood pouring from over his left eye. Foster tries to wipe the blood from the around the cut to see how bad it is, but he cannot control the bleeding.
Art Campbell: This could end right now, if Foster feels that either one of them are in danger.
Sid Carmack: OH MY GOD! Look at Daz…
The champion is shown trying to get back up and his left eye is already swollen shut.
Art Campbell: This looks like a war zone, but only deadlier.
Foster takes a look at both men and goes to call for the bell, but Daz grabs his arm and orders him not to ring the bell. Foster then looks at Fuller who is bleeding so badly that the blood from his eye is filling his mouth. Foster looks at Shane once more and goes to call for the bell but Shane grabs his arm and tell him no.
Art Campbell: Both men are fighting for more than gold. It’s about pride!!
Sid Carmack: This is completely unbelieveable!!!
Foster takes a step back as a bloody “Prime Time” and incoherent Daz stand toe to toe outside the ring and begin fist fighting. As both men trade blows, the arena explodes while both men fight.
Over at ringside you see Kurt Kaoss and Billy C sitting there stone faced, while Fontana can be heard screaming to Jeremy Lightning “Dats our boy!”
Both men continue fighting outside until Daz blocks a haymaker from Fuller and slams his face into the apron, then rolls him back into the ring. Once both men are inside the ring Daz falls into the corner, holding his head and wincing in pain.
Art Campbell: It wouldn’t surprise me one bit if Daz had a concussion!
Sid Carmack: Is there a Hollywood A-Lister in the crowd? Fuller may need a pint or two by the end of the night!
Daz slowly walks out of the corner and is met by a surprise superkick by Fuller. As Daz crumples to the mat, Shane falls onto his knees and then falls face first onto the mat.
Art Campbell: Shane doesn’t even have the presence of mind to cover Daz. I believe if Shane would have covered Daz, we would have a new champion.
Sid Carmack: Daz was already seeing stars before the kick, now he’s counting sheep!
Kealen Foster looks at both men and starts a standing ten count.
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At the count of four we see both men starting to get to their feet. Daz is wobbly, while Shane is having trouble seeing with the massive amount of blood in his eyes.
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Shane raises up from a pool of blood to Shane gets one knee and one foot on the mat and assumes a kneeling position, while Daz gets to his feet first. Daz touches his eye for a brief second and walks towards Shane, who once again connects with a blind superkick.
Art Campbell: ANOTHER KICK! Shane is still on his feet.
Sid Carmack: Pin him!!!!
Shane reaches his arm out to guide him towards Daz then falls on top of the champion.
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Shane sits up with a stunned look on his face as blood drips from nose and lips. Shane sits there for a minute then runs his fingers across his face to wipe the blood away, but it quickly bleeds out again. Shane stands up and grabs Daz and attempts a suplex, but Daz his Shane in the midsection and drops Shane with a DDT.
Art Campbell: The champion is going for a cover.
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Kealen Foster looks on in amazement as Fuller gets his shoulder up at the last second. At ringside, the members of the Unholy Alliance look on and begin cheering their battered brother.
Kealen Foster looks on in amazement as Fuller gets his shoulder up at the last second. At ringside, the members of the Unholy Alliance look on and begin cheering their battered brother.
Art Campbell: I still don’t see how they’re able to be here. Jack Money sure as hell didn’t authorize this.
Sid Carmack: They haven’t even done anything short of coming to ringside and watching the show.
Art Campbell: They threw four fans out of their seats. What do you mean, they haven’t done anything?
Daz slowly crawls to the ropes and uses them to get back up. Daz does his best to look at Shane and then feels his way to the corner and slowly and carefully starts to climb. After a few seconds of measuring Shane up, Fuller gets a second wind and runs to the corner, leaping onto the turnbuckle to try and hook Daz for a superplex, but Daz luckily and blindly shoves Shane off the ropes and leaps connecting with the Daz Splash.
Kealen Foster goes for the count.
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KICKOUT!
Art Campbell: I can’t believe this! Shane Fuller is going on pure instinct right now. I can’t even believe how drained he is. He has lost so much blood.
A semi-conscious Daz raises his head up, with his eye still swollen and starts pumping his fist.
Sid Carmack: Daz is looking like he’s got a second wind.
Art Campbell: This could be very bad for the challenger.
As Daz makes his move back up to a vertical base Shane catches him with a low blow.
Sid Carmack: Good thing Daz is ugly. Otherwise he may need the jewells to start a family.
Slumped over and clutching himself, Daz is seen gasping to catch his breath. This allows Shane to try and climb the ropes to mount an offense. Once on top on the turnbuckle, Shane hesitates for a second due to the blood dripping and then leaps. As Shane falls in the direction of the champion, Daz catches him and nails him with the Exodus and covers.
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KICKOUT!!!
All Kealen Foster can do is look on with disbelief as another near fall is made.
Daz reaches his feet first and then leans over to grab Shane, but Fuller tucks him into a small package.
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Thr…DAZ KICKS OUT!
Both men lay on the mat battered, exhausted and in Shane’s case, bloody as the fans inside the arena are all on their feet chanting “THIS IS AWESOME!”…“THIS IS AWESOME!”
Art Campbell: I’ve never seen a match this intense!!!
Sid Carmack: This may go on all night!
Slowly they begin to rise and Shane kicks Daz in the stomach and hits a piledriver. Shane gets back up on his feet and tries to pull Daz up but has trouble because of the dead weight. Shane then takes Daz and goes to send Daz into the corner, but Daz collapses halfway across the ring.
Art Campbell: Daz just collapsed. He didn’t even make it across the ring when Fuller whipped him towards the corner.
Shane falls back against the ropes and once again wipes the blood from his face. At ringside the Unholy Alliance is seen pointing and yelling for Shane to cover Daz.
Art Campbell: If Shane can compose himself I am almost sure he can taste PWSR gold for a third time.
Sid Carmack: At this point whoever wins is a god and deserves to win!!!
Shane walks over and Muscles Daz back to his feet and walks him over to the corner. The challenger then puts one of Daz’s legs up on the ropes and fights to lift the champion’s dead weight onto the top turnbuckle.
Art Campbell: Shane Fuller just lifted 200 plus pounds of dead weight onto the top rope.
Shane climbs up and maneuvers himself up and with every last bit of energy turns Daz upside down and drops him with the Hollywood Bomb.
Shane inches over and drapes his arm over Daz as Foster counts.
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Art Campbell: Ladies and gentlemen, we’re at the 45 minute mark and we’ve seen it all and we’re still going! This is unlike ANYTHING I’ve ever seen.
Shane pounds his fists on the mat in frustration as the blood is now flowing more freely from the cut. Seconds later, Shane can be seen trying to keep his eyes open but simply falls face first into a pool of blood.
Sid Carmack: I think Shane has just passed out!
Daz begins to raise his left arm to stunning ovation from the thousands inside the arena. Kealen Foster takes a step back and refuses to count both men out and informs Skylar that we will have a winner tonight.
Art Campbell: I think Kealen Foster has a new respect for both of these men.
Sid Carmack: I cant stand it anymore. Someone win already!
Still selling his head, Daz gets back up and limps over to Shane, and goes to throw a clothesline, but Shane ducks locks his arms for a back body slide.
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Shane falls forward as Daz slowly rolls onto his knees in an attempt to get up. As Daz rises to his feet and shocking nip up is made by Fuller at the last second and nails Daz with a superkick and collapses on top of Daz.
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Shane falls forward as Daz slowly rolls onto his knees in an attempt to get up. As Daz rises to his feet and shocking nip up is made by Fuller at the last second and nails Daz with a superkick and collapses on top of Daz.
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Art Campbell: IT’S OVER!!!! FINALLY….
Sid Carmack: HE DID IT! HE DID IT!!!
While Shane lays in the ring unconscious, we see some movement from the Unholy Alliance.
Art Campbell: Oh god, they’re climbing over the railing…
Billy C walks over to the timekeepers table and grabs the PWSR title and slides into the ring where the other three members are helping a bloody Fuller to his feet. Inside the ring, Kurt Kaoss holds the lifeless body of Shane up while Billy snaps the belt around his waist. As the group celebrates in the ring, Jeremy Lighting points to a motionless Daz and asks his buddies “What do we do with him?”
Billy walks over and kneels down at the head of the fallen Daz and lightly taps his face as if he’s trying to get him to wake up. Billy looks up at the rest of the group and smiles right before laying into Daz with several hard fists. Following Billy C’s lead, Jeremy Lightning and Franke Fontana starts attacking and stomping Daz, while Kurt hangs on to the new PWSR champion.
Art Campbell: Look at those animals!!! They are decimating an already decimated Daz.
Sid Carmack: They’re like a sick cult!!
Lightning slides to the outside and raises the ring skirt and pulls out a table and launches it inside the ring to Frankie. Looking on, Billy C displays no emotion as Fontana sets up the table inside the ring and positions it in front of the corner.
Art Campbell: Oh no! Dear lord no!!
Fontana and Lighting pick up Daz effortlessly and sit him up on the top rope.
Sid Carmack: I watch their PPV last week, Art. This is getting out of hand!!!
Billy C then starts to climbs the turnbuckle and latches onto the head of Daz and pulls him into a Revelation through the table.
Art Campbell: This is a god damned disgrace. Shane Fuller just had the biggest win of his career tainted by the appearance of these son of a bitches.
Sid Carmack: Somehow in the grand scheme of things, I don’t think Fuller gives a rat’s ass.
Inside the ring we see all five men standing in the ring with their arms raised in the air.
[SHOW CLOSES]