("Lose Yourself" by Eminem played in the arena. Marcus Redd comes out to the ring with his ring attire on. He appeared to be in a bad mood.)

Art: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Lock Up and looks like we are not wasiting any time here tonight because here comes the former Intercontinental Champion, Marcus Redd.

Sid: What's he pissed off about?

Art: Well, he's been taking care of Candy since she was attacked.

Sid: You know, chivalry is dead. Marcus should know that.

Art: And is that why you are single still?

Sid: Hush.

(Marcus gets into the ring and grabs a microphone. He's pacing across the ring. He's highly pissed off. He stops as he looks out towards the entrance.)

Redd: Last week, a nice girl just tried to give her props to another fo' havin' a good match. But, it appears dat someone doesn't know how to take a compliment.

(Marcus gave a signal to show on the Smarkstron the exchange between Candy and Trisha Lee Moore. Trisha started to beat Candy after she was pissed from the words. The scene returns to Marcus with a pissed off expression.)

Redd: I ain't go keep this long. I'm going to be up front. Hey, TLM, How 'bout you come down hea' and I will let you know what I thought of your match at Mindgames.

(Marcus said as he tossed the microphone. He paced back and forth. "Sexy Naughty Bitchy Me" by Tata Young plays as Trisha comes out onto the ramp with a mic in her hand and a pissy expression on her face. She came out amidst an echo of boos from the fans. She slowly made her way to the ring. once in the ring and face to face with Marcus Redd, she raised the mic and spoke.)

Trisha: Why the hell are you wasting my time?

(Redd picked up his mic)

Redd: Trisha, I demand dat you apologize to my girl, Candy. She aint do nuttin to ya, and ya beat her up. You a bully.

(Trisha snickered.)

Trisha: I'm a bully? And your a dumbass. Your little bitch got in my way last week. She was bothering me, so i took care of it. I tell ya, taht woman doesn't know when to shut the hell up.

Redd: Dont'chu be callin her a bitch. She's a good woman, betta den you will eva be. You be jealous.

Trisha: Jealous? Whatever.

Redd: I aint gonn say dis again. Look into dat camera and apologize to Candy. She aint do nuttin wrong.

Trisha: Ya know, your in NO PLACE to demand things from me. I mean ... I have beaten you before, and I will beat you again if that is what it takes. Besides, remember, i'm the referee in your match tonight. And I'll be damned if I let you win.

(Marcus looked pissed as he paced a little bit before raising the mic back up.)

Redd: I wont be toleratin dis kinda shit, not from a bitch like you.

Trisha: Ya know ... calling me a bitch isn't going to get me to do what you want me to do. As a matter of fact, it makes me laugh. Ya wanna know why? Becuase you came out here trying to be all big and bad to protect "your woman" as you put it. But who do i see her hanging around with all the time? That little pixie Chaz. Who is she always talking about? That pussy Daz, and that pipsqueek Marcus Cage. It's like ... those three are more important to her than you. Rumor has it she won't make a big desicion without talking to them about it. The way i see it ... your second fiddle, well, technically, 4th. But hey ... who's counting?

(Redd balled his hand into a fist, he wanted nothing more than to punch her right then and there.)

Trisha: As a matter of fact, Candy deserved to lose the Ladies Title. She was a disgrace to the division. So if you really expect me to apologize, your even more delusional than I thought you were.

(She laughed in his face. He dropped his mic and pushed her backwards. Her jaw dropped as she came off the ropes and tackled him to the ground. The two began fighting back and forth and were quickly separated by referees and security. Trisha was dragged out of the ring.)

Trisha: I WILL NEVER APOLOGIZE!!!

(She was ushered to the back, while Marcus Redd was pissed in the ring, surrounded by security and referees.)

Art Campbell: Well, what a way to start tonight's show off. I don't think anyone was expecting that.

Sid Carmack: Trisha's right! She has nothing to appologize for.

Art Campbell: Have you been watching the same things I have over the past week or two?

Sid Carmack: Of course I have. Though from the way you talk, at times, I don't think I am.

Art Campbell: Right. Regardless, this is developing into an interesting situation to say the least. But right now we're about to get right into our first match of the night. And what a match it is.

Sid Carmack: Hardcore Match! Lets see some blood!

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Rated R Championship
Hardcore Match
Blade vs. Steve McCain (c)

(McCain is standing outside of the ring, looking in at Blade. He reaches under the ring and pulls out a trashcan full of weapons and tosses them into the ring. He also grabs a stop sign and puts it in the corner near him, for protection, and rolls into the ring. Blade comes charging at McCain as soon as he gets up and McCain side steps him and catches Blade with a drop toe hold and Blade goes face first into the stop sign.)

Art Campbell: 15 seconds in and there’s already some carnage.

Sid Carmack: This is going to be awesome!

(McCain pulls Blade away from the ropes and goes for the quick pin …)

1...
2...
Kickout!

(McCain gets him up to his feet and starts to hammer away at him with some right hand shots. He takes him over and slams his head off of the top turnbuckle. As Blade is slumped in the corner, McCain goes over and grabs the steel garbage can and empties it out. He takes the can and heads over towards Blade. He sets it down for a second and sends Blade into the opposite corner. McCain picks it back up and runs at Blade and nails him in the head with the extra force behind the shot. Blade colapses to the mat and McCain goes for another pin …)

1...
2...
Kickout!

Art Campbell: A close fall there by Steve McCain.

Sid Carmack: Have I said how much I like this Steve McCain? He’s my kinda guy.

(McCain gets Blade back to his feet and attempts to send him into the corner again but this time Blade reverses it, sending McCain into the corner. Blade charges and drives his shoulder into the midsection of McCain. Blade walks over and pics the trash can up. McCain staggers out of the corner, holding onto the ropes. Blade smashes McCain over the head with the trash can and McCain falls through the ropes and to the outside of the ring. Blade follows him to the outside of the ring and gets him quickly to his feet. He drags McCain over to the ring steps and slams his head off of them. McCain lay slumped over the ring steps and Blade grabs a steel chair. Blade goes and sets it down and grabs McCain off of the steps. He pushes McCain into the chair, holding him up so he’s in a sitting position and nails him with a few punches. Blade goes all the way to the other side and runs at McCain. McCain gets up quickly and side steps Blade and catches him in a drop toe hold, like earlier, and Blade goes flying face first into the chair.)

Sid Carmack: Blade’s gonna need to find a good dentist after that shot!

Art Campbell: You’re not kidding. That was a brutal.

(McCain gets up and slumps against the ring apron, gathering his bearings. He walks up the ring steps and once Blade finally gets to his feet, McCain jumps off the steps and catches Blade with a diving clothesline. McCain gets Blade back up and rolls him into the ring. McCain rolls in and hooks the leg of Blade …)

1...
2...
Kickout!

Art Campbell: I thought it might be over after Blade went flying face first into that chair.

Sid Carmack: You know Blade. He’s always had more guts than brains.

Art Campbell: Can’t really argue with that.

(McCain gets up and also brings Blade to his feet as well. McCain starts laying into him with some right hand shots, staggering Blade into the ropes. McCain runs and clotheslines Blade over the top rope and to the outside of the ring, again.)

Art Campbell: And back to the outside we go.

Sid Carmack: This is great! I can’t wait to see what they pull out next.

(McCain gets Blade up and then sends him hard into the barricade, shoulder first. McCain then starts to stomp at him, laying the boots to the midsection of Blade. He drags him up to his feet and attempts to send him into the steel ring post but Blade reverses it and McCain’s face goes flying into it. Blade reaches into the ring and pulls out the steel trash can lid. Once McCain turns around, Blade smashes him over the head with it. Blade rolls him into the ring and then quickly hooks his leg for a pin …)

1...
2...
Kickout at 2 ½!

Art Campbell: And a near fall by Blade! I thought we had a new champion.

Sid Carmack: So much violence! I’m loving this!

Art Campbell: I’m sure you are.

(Blade gets McCain up to his knees and then picks up a cookie sheet. Blade then slams it over the head of McCain. Blade kicks him over and goes for another pin …)

1...
2...
Kickout!

(Blade argues the count momentarily before rolling under the ropes and to the outside of the ring. He lifts up the ring skirt and pulls out a shopping cart.)

Art Campbell: A shopping cart?!

Sid Carmack: What the hell’s a shopping cart doing under there?!

Art Campbell: I guess you never know what you’ll find in the PWSR.

(Blade tosses it into the ring and slides back into the ring. He picks it up and as McCain makes his way to his feet and turns around, Blade nails McCain in the face with the cart. He sets the cart down, gets McCain up to his knees, dragging him over to the cart and slams his face off of it. Blade brings McCain up to his feet and attempts to send him into the ropes but McCain reverses it, sending Blade into the ropes. As Blade comes off the ropes, McCain does a hip toss and Blade lands right onto the shopping cart. Blade rithes in pain, holding onto his back.)

Sid Carmack: Not only is Blade going to need a good dentist from earlier but it looks like he’ll need a good chiropractor too!

Art Campbell: Good lord, these guys are leaving it all out on the line tonight.

Sid Carmack: That’s what you get with two guys who are nothing but violent SOBs!

(McCain goes over and picks the stop sign back up. He waits for Blade to get up and once he does, he slams it over Blade’s head. It staggers Blade but doesn’t take him down. McCain hits him again, this time taking Blade down to one knee but not completely down. McCain runs into the ropes and hits Blade with it, full speed, this time taking Blade down. McCain stands there, stalking Blade and as Blade eventually makes it back to his feet, McCain runs into the ropes and again, slams the sign over Blade’s head, sending him back down. McCain sets the sign down and drags Blade away from it. He gets Blade up to his feet and grabs him by the head. McCain runs and delivers a bulldog to Blade, onto the stop sign. He goes for the pin …)

1...
2...
3!?! No! Kickout at 2 ½!!

Art Campbell: Oh! I thought he had him!

Sid Carmack: What a way to kick this week’s Lock Up off!

Art Campbell: You gotta know Chaz Holiday is loving this, after the words Blade has had in recent weeks about his friend, Candy.

(McCain gets to his feet and begins to get Blade to his feet but Blade delivers a thumb to the eye. Blade goes over and picks the shopping cart up, having some trouble with it as he is beginning to get tired and wore down from the abuse. He picks it up over his head and as he turns around, he’s met by McCain who has the trash can lid and slams it into Blade’s face. Blade falls over, with the shopping cart landing on his face in the process. McCain gives it a good stomp, crushing Blade’s face some more and then shoves it off of him and pins Blade …)

1...
2...
3! .NO! Kickout at 2 ½ again!!

Art Campbell: ANOTHER CLOSE CALL!

Sid Carmack: Have I mentioned how much I am loving this!?

Art Campbell: I think a few times.

Sid Carmack: Well in case I haven’t … THIS IS GREAT!

(McCain gets up and picks the shopping cart up as well. He sets it up so it’s on it’s wheels and waits Blade to get up. Once he does, after a few seconds, Blade turns around and McCain drives the cart into the groin of Blade. McCain runs into the ropes and as he comes at Blade, Blade catches him with a back drop, landing McCain on top of the trash can. Blade goes for the pin …)

1...
2...
Kickout at 2 ½!

Art Campbell: Who’s going to end this!?

Sid Carmack: I could watch this all night!

(Blade gets McCain back up and picks up another trash can that was in the corner. He slams it over McCain’s head but only staggers him a bit. Blade slams it over his head once more, and this time McCain falls to the mat. Blade goes for another pin attempt …)

1...
2.…
Kickout!

(Blade gets up and starts stalking McCain, setting up for “The Cutter.” Once McCain makes his way to his feet, Blade goes for “The Cutter” but McCain pushes him off and Blade lands on the shopping cart. McCain grabs the cart out from under Blade and puts it on top of him. McCain then grabs the stop sign and starts slamming it, repeatedly, on the shopping cart. After about 10 shots, McCain tosses the cart off of Blade and goes for the pin …)

1...
2...
Kickout at 2 ½!!

Art Campbell: Good God almighty, I don’t think this match is going to end until one of them is actually dead!

Sid Carmack: Oh man, this is absolutely amazing! I don’t really care who wins at this point! I’m just enjoying myself!

Art Campbell: Enjoying yourself at the expense of the pain of others. Nice.

(He begins to get Blade up to his feet but Blade grabs the stop sign and drives it into the midsection of McCain. Blade goes for “The Cutter” again but McCain pushes him off into the ropes. As Blade comes off the ropes, McCain gives him a boot to the gut and then hits him with “The Frost Bite.” McCain goes for the pin …)

1.…
2.…
3!!!!

Art Campbell: And thankfully it’s over! I don’t know how much more these guys could put each other through.

Sid Carmack: Aw man, I wanted to see some more!

Art Campbell: You’re a sick man, Sid.

Sid Carmack: I just like some good ol’ fashioned brawling!

Art Campbell: If you say so. Needless to say, Blade wanted this match and he got it.

Sid Carmack: Yeah, I think he’ll be regretting that now.

Art Campbell: Another big win to go in the belt of Steve McCain, as he retains the title.

Winner: Steve McCain and STILL PWSR Rated R Champion, via pinfall.

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PWSX Presents: Road To Redemption. Live on Pay-Per-View on July 4th!

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Non-Title Match
Candylicious vs. Miss Puppies

("What Is Love" by Jim Johnston starts to play, as the fans begin giving mixed reactions to a recently returning Candylicious.)

Skylar Mosier: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, CANDYLICIOUS!

(Candylicious come out and psychs herself up a bit, before rushing to the ring, and sliding in. She poses in the center of the ring, and along each side of the ring. When she finishes, her song fades.)

"Thunderkiss '65" by Rob Zombie begins playing as Miss Puppies appears below the smarks tron, still wearing her LA Laker's jersey, and waving her Ladie's Championship high into the air. The fans erupt with boo's, as she just shakes them off and walks slowly to the ring.

Skylar Mosier: And the opponent, she is the current PWSR Ladie's Champion, MISS PUPPIES!

SC: Now this is a non-title match up folks, so even if Candylicious wins tonight, Miss Puppies will still be champion.

AC: Yeah, but you gotta think that if Candylicious can pull out a victory tonight, she will begin her climb to the top and might be in line for a future title shot.

(She climbs into the ring, and grabs her crotch area and motions over at Candylicious, who looks appalled. She turns around and hands her title belt to the time keeper. She turns around, and rushes over to the opposite side of the ring, catching Candylicious from behind.)

AC: Miss Puppies gets the early advantage, despite the bell not having run.

"DING DING"

SC: You spoke too soon, Art. Miss Puppies is in control at the start of the match. This could be the difference maker here.

(Miss Puppies drags Candylicious by the hair, to the middle of the ring, and whips her around by the roots. Candylicious lands hard, smacking her face off the mat. She covers her face with her hands while Miss Puppies lets out a bit of a laugh. Puppies grabs Candylicious by the hair and starts to lift her to her feet. Candylicious then pushes Miss Puppies back, and there is enough of a delay that she can hit a dropkick quickly and go for a fast count.)

1...KICKOUT!

AC: She's not going to win that easy. Especially on the Ladies champion.

SC: But Candylicious is determined. I think she has a chance of winning tonight.

AC: If she hasn't been able to beat Miss Puppies before, what makes you think she can do it now, with Puppies on top of her game?

SC: Shut up.

(Miss Puppies looks at Candylicious and looks pissed off. She gets to her feet and they lock up. Miss Puppies overpowers Candylicious, and viciously DDT's her head into the mat. She sits up, and debates for a second wether to pin her or not, and decides not to. She stands up and while Candylicious is still face down on the mat, Miss Puppies puts her foot on Candylicious's back, and steps on her. Candylicious quickly rolls out of the ring, holding her back. Miss Puppies laughs and can be heard cracking some sort of fat joke towards Candylicious. Candylicious looks pissed as she grabs Miss Puppies feet, tripping her. While Puppies is down, Candylicious quickly climbs to the top rope and delivers a moonsault to Miss Puppies. Puppies squirms a little bit as Candylicious goes for a cover.)

1...KICKOUT!!!

AC: Still too early!

SC: Puppies is being unusually vicious tonight. Wonder why?

AC: Well ... i think she is sober.

(Miss Puppies gets to her feet, holding her stomach. You can hear Miss Puppies say "YOU COULD HAVE SQUISHED ME YOU HEFFER!")

AC: Did Puppies just call Candylicious a Heffer?

SC: Well, if you ask me, Miss Puppies is bigger than Candylicious.

AC: Im gonna tell her!

SC: I didn't mean it like ...

AC: Doesn't matter, I'm gonna tell Miss Puppies you said she was fat.

(Miss Puppies raised her hands up, but Candylicious kicked her in the gut. She grabbed her head and drove it to the mat with a DDT. She went for another cover.)

1.....KICKOUT!!!

AC: Candylicious may not be able to keep Miss Puppies down yet, but each kickout takes effort.

SC: But it seems like Miss Puppies has ALOT of stamina.

(Candylicious stood up and pulled Miss Puppies to her feet. Miss Puppies pushed Candylicious' arms aside, and landed a hard right to Candylicious' face. She fell to the mat, holding her jaw. The ref warned Miss Puppies about using a closed fist. She argued with the ref a bit, allowing Candylicious to reach up, grab Miss Puppie's waist, and pull her into the corner. Miss Puppies fell face first into the middle turnbuckle. Candylicious stood up and walked to the opposite corner. She turned around, and ran towards Miss Puppies, who sprung to her feet, and lunged forward, catching Candylicious off guard with a clothesline. Candylicious flipped in the air, and landed hard on her back.)

AC: Candylicious may have the wind knocked out of her.

SC: Man, Miss Puppies will leave you breathless.

AC: Stop it.

SC: Candylicious was head over heels for Miss Puppies.

AC: Would you STOP IT? PLEASE?

(Miss Puppies looked down at Candylicious, and nudged her with her foot. Candylicious didn't seem to be moving. Miss Puppies crouched beside her, and smirked as she grabbed her hair. Suddenly, Candylicious opened her eyes, and grabbed Miss Puppies, and rolled her into a small package.)

1......2....KICKOUT!!!

AC: Candylicious played possum, and almost outsmarted Miss Puppies.

SC: Which isn't hard to do.

AC: Now I'm going to tell her you said that about her.

SC: Said what?

AC: That it isn't hard to outsmart Miss Puppies.

SC: Now you just said it, and I am going to let her know.

AC: Why don't you take a vacation.

SC: Because you need me here.

(Miss Puppies had a look of shock on her face, at Candylicious' near fall. She got up, and waited for Candylicious to stand up. Miss Puppies went for a clothesline, but Candylicious ducks and catches her with a neck breaker. Both women are down, as the ref begins to count both out.)

1.....2

AC: One of these ladies has to make it to her feet.

SC: If it ends in a double count out, then Candylicious will still, have never beaten Miss Puppies.

AC: I'm sure these women are determined to get a win here tonight though. Especially Candylicious.

3......4.....5

SC: What's with the favortism?

AC: What do you mean?

SC: I hardly ever hear you say anything nice about Miss Puppies.

6....7....

(Miss Puppies got to her feet, and leaned in the corner, holding her neck. Candylicious got to her feet too, but had her back to Miss Puppies. As she turned around, Miss Puppies grabbed her head, and gave her a headbutt. Both women were bleeding, as the headbutt busted both ladies open. Miss Puppies set Candylicious up for a Cherry Bomb, and connected.)

SC: Cherry Bomb. They don't come any bigger then that, I should know, I was expelled from school for blowing up one of the girls toilets. Good times.

AC: Why am I not surprised?

(Miss Puppies made the cover.)

1......2....KICKOUT!!!

(Miss Puppies lifted her opponents head up, and shook her own. She turned her over, and sat on her back, and applied a Camel Clutch. Candylicious was non responsive when the ref asked if she gave up. The ref called for the bell, and tried to pull Miss Puppies off. She finally managed to do so, and raised her hand in the air.)

Skylar Mosier: Ladies and gentlemen, due to Candylicious not being able to respond to the referee, she has stopped the match, and awarded the decision to MISS PUPPIES!!!

AC: Miss Puppies has really become a force to be reckoned with in the Ladie's Division.

SC: I could use a woman as sturdy as her. Hell, she could keep the in-laws away, and fight my battle for me.

AC: I don't think your wife would approve.

SC: Who?

AC: Nevermind. There you have it, another win for Miss Puppies, who has been on a roll in recent months. We are going to a break, but will be back with more high octane action, only found in PWSR.

SC: High octane? Who you trying to impress?

Winner: Miss Puppies via referee's decision.

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(We cut backstage where Dave Diamond is shown standing by with Lenny Jennings.)

Lenny Jennings: Ladies and gentlemen, it's an honor to be standing here with the president of the PWSR, Dave Diamond. And Mr. Diamond, I've been told you have some big announcements to make.

Dave Diamond: That I do, Lenny. And they're concerning the upcoming Pay-Per-View, Retribution.

Lenny Jennings: Spectacular. What would you like to announce?

Dave Diamond: Well, first off, as most of you know, there will be an Intercontinental Championship rematch between Marcus Redd and Tony Angel. What you don't know is the stipulation.

Lenny Jennings: A stipulation? What would that be?

Dave Diamond: Marcus Redd is going to get his rematch against Tony Angel, for the IC Title in the first ever ... "Fans Bring The Weapons" Match!

(The fans cheer in the arena at the announcement.)

Lenny Jennings: Wow, that is a huge announcement!

Dave Diamond: And that's not all. I'm going to officially announce the main event for the Retribution PPV ... It will Alamar Aguston facing The Rev for the PWSR Heavyweight Championship!

(Another pop from the fans.)

Dave Diamond: That is all.

(Dave walks out of the picture.)

Lenny Jennings: You heard the man! This is shaping up to be one heck of a show!

(We cut back to ringside.)

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Noble Domino Jr. vs. The Alpha Dog

(Alpha and Noble begin to circle each other in the ring. They lock up and Alpha, using his power advantage, to toss Noble backwards a few steps. Seemingly unfazed, Noble comes right back and locks up with the big man once again. This time, Alpha takes the easy way out and knees Domino in the gut. He lifts Noble up and scoop slams him to the canvas.)

Sid Carmack: Alpha Dog is dominating, as usual.

Art Campbell: We‘ve hardly begun the match. How about you allow the match to go longer than 30 seconds before you make you biased, ridiculous, remarks?

Sid Carmack: Fine, but- Hey! Ridiculous?!

(Noble slowly gets back to his feet and as he does, Alpha charges in and nails him with a shoulder tackle. He turns and taunts to the crowd, also mocking Noble. Domino gets up again and Alpha charges at him once more, going for a clothesline. Noble ducks under it and the catches Alpha with a standing side kick that takes the big man down. He follows that up with a dropkick, once Alpha gets back to his feet. Alpha gets up once again, and as he is getting to his feet, Noble runs into the ropes and hits Alpha with a running bulldog.)

Sid Carmack: Come on Alpha, show him who’s boss.

Art Campbell: It looks like Domino is the one showing who’s boss, right now.

Sid Carmack: He got in a lucky shot. Even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in a life time.

(Domino goes to the corner and climbs the turnbuckle. He leaps off, attempting a flying body press. Alpha catches him, though, in mid air and then hits him with a thunderous powerslam. The ref checks on Domino.)

Sid Carmack: Did you see that? Alpha just caught him and tossed him around like a rag doll!

Art Campbell: Yeah, I saw it alright.

(Alpha tells the referee to get out of the way, as he’s checking on Noble, and goes back on the attack. Alpha picks Noble off the mat and then proceeds to suplex him in the center of the ring. Alpha goes for a cover…)

1….
2….
Kickout!

Sid Carmack: What is wrong with that ref, I could have counted to fifty in that amount of time.

Art Campbell: I wasn’t aware you could count to 50 at all.

Sid Carmack: What!? I resent that!

IAlpha gets up and starts arguing with the ref. This gives Noble time to get to his feet. Domino runs and delivers a high knee to Alpha’s back. The shot sends Alpha into the corner. Noble follows him in and rolls him up in a schoolboy pin …)

1…
2…
Kickout!

Sid Carmack: He just tried to pull the wool over Alpha’s eyes with that one. I think, just maybe, the referee was in on it too.

Art Campbell: Are you kidding me? Noble is just doing what he can to win this match. Maybe that’s something Alpha Dog should do instead of being occupied with the ref.

(Alpha gets to his feet and is met with a swinging neckbreaker that sends him back to the mat. Domino starts laying in the boots, stomping Alpha and trying to wear him down. Noble picks a Alpha up and drops him with a DDT. Noble goes for the pin …)

1…
2…
Kickout!

Sid Carmack: It’s gonna take a lot more than that to keep The Alpha Dog down, kid!

Art Campbell:  I don’t know. It was a nicely executed DDT that planted him right on his head.

Sid Carmack: What are you talking about, Campbell. Alpha’s the closest thing to superhuman. He’s not gonna let that beat him.

Art Campbell: Oh please …

Sid Carmack: It’s true!

(Domino motions to the crowd that he is gonna end this match once and for all. He picks Alpha up off the mat and sets him up for the “Domino Effect.” As he goes for it, Alpha pushes him off into the ropes. At the same time, Alpha runs into the other set of ropes and nails Noble with “The Pounce.” Alpha hooks the leg …)

1…
2…
3!!

Sid Carmack: Yes! It’s over!

Art Campbell: It sure is. Noble put up a valiant effort but in the end, Alpha was just too much for him.

Sid Carmack: And that’s exactly what we’re going to see at Retribution too. Cena better get ready!

Art Campbell: We shall see.

Winner: The Alpha Dog via pinfall.

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[The camera switches to the back parking lot as a 2011 Cherry Red Ford Mustang comes screeching up to a stop, we hear two doors open and slam shut. The camera pans out to see Laura Phoenix and Kurt Kaoss looking towards one another smiling. Laura starts to walk to the back door but when she realizes Kurt’s not with her she stops and turns around]

LP: Kaoss??? You comin or what?

KK: I - I need to get something out of the trunk, can ya click the button for me?

[Laura snickers and lifts up her keyless and we hear the trunk unlock and pop open. Kurt steps behind the car and reaches in]

LP: What are you getting???

KK: My baby…

[Laura walks around and Kurt shows his infamous barbed wire baseball bat, but instead of looking happy Laura looks upset]

KK: What?

LP: You didn’t bring anything for me, you greedy bastard???

KK: Oh, I got something special for you my protégé.

[Kurt reaches into the trunk again and this time produces a kendo stick….wrapped in barbed wire]

LP: Momma like…

KK: Cause remember, if momma ain’t happy…

LP: Ain’t nobody happy…

KK: Shall we go teach a couple of butt monkeys a lesson??

[Laura stares at her new toy with pure glee on her face]

LP: Oh yes…let’s…

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PWSR Tag Team Championship
Necessary Roughness vs. The Dope Boyz (c)

(Trice and LaMarcus charge for the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. The two men start to fight Rampage and Big Boss. LaMarcus is punching on Big Boss and Trice is on Rampage. The referee, tries to break them up.)

SC: Now THIS is what I like to see, let the go at it!

AC: This is going to be a very important match!

(The ref is able to get the two teams to calm down. Trice and Rampage starts the match. Trice charges toward Rampage and Rampage flips Trice with a hip toss. Rampage follows up with an Elbow drop. Rampage gets up and starts to stomp on Trice. Rampage gets Trice up and whips him to the corner. Rampage runs after him and hits him with a clothesline on the turnbuckle. Rampage starts to wail on Trice repeatedly. The ref is telling him to stop the punches.)

1… 2… 3… 4…

(Rampage stops at four. He takes Trice out the corner. He takes Trice to his corner and tags in Big Boss. Big Boss comes in, and Rampage raises Trice’s arm and Big Boss hits Trice with a straight right hand to the ribs.)

SC: Beautiful tag team strategy here.

AC: I gotta agree with you.

(Big Boss grabs Trice and whips him to the ropes and bends down for a Back Body Drop. Trice flips over Big Boss, and when Big Boss turns around Trice hits him with a spinning heel kick.)

AC: Amazing athleticism from Trice!

SC: Yeah yeah he can jump, we get it.

(Trice gets up and tags in LaMarcus. LaMarcus gets in and picks up Big Boss, looking as if he’s going to set him up for a vertical suplex. However Boss pushes him off, and LaMarcus goes into the ropes. Brown goes for a clothesline, but Boss ducks it. LaMarcus stops in his tracks, and when Boss turns around LaMarcus drills him with a hard pump kick! Boss goes down hard, and LaMarcus goes for the pin.)

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(Rampage breaks up the pin count. LaMarcus gets up and drills Rampage and tosses him out the ring. LaMarcus goes over and picks up Big Boss, but Boss hits him with a thumb to the eye. LaMarcus stumbles, but then charges Boss, and Boss hits him with a hard back body drop. Big Boss then mounts LaMarcus, and begins to rain down punches, while the ref is trying to get Boss off.)

AC: This match is getting out of hand!

SC: There’s nothing wrong with that. LaMarcus needs to fight out of it if he wants to call himself a champion.

(Boss gets off Brown, and picks him up. However Brown drills him in the gut with an elbow, and LaMarcus tags in Trice. Trice goes to the top rope. He comes down for an ax handle smash, but Big Boss catches him, and drills him spine first into the turn post. Trice stumbles out, and Big Boss levels Trice with a big boot. Big Boss drags Trice over and tags in Rampage. Rampage gets in the ring and both men picks up Trice. They then whip him into the ropes, and bring him up and down with a hard double flapjack. Big Boss gets out the ring and Rampage goes for a pin.)

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(LaMarcus gets in before a 3 count and breaks it up. The ref goes over LaMarcus and tells him to get in his corner, meanwhile Big Boss gets back into the ring and him and Rampage start to stomp on Trice.)

AC: Oh come on! Trice is getting jumped from behind.

SC: That’s a part of Tag wrestling.

AC: Yeah if you’re NR!

(Rampage whips Trice to their corner and charges him. He hits a clothesline, squashing Trice between himself and the turnbuckle. He tags in Boss, and Boss comes in. Rampage tosses Trice to Big Boss and Big Boss hits Trice with a Samoan Drop. Rampage rolls out the ring before the ref can kick him out of the ring. Boss goes for a pin.)

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Kickout!

(Trice tries to crawl towards LaMarcus, but Boss connects with an elbow drop to the back of Trice‘s spine. He picks up Trice by his hair and sets him up for a full nelson slam. He lifts him but Trice flips all the way over the back of Boss. Trice then hit’s a dropkick to the back of Boss’s leg, and Boss drops to a knee. Trice backs up and hit the ropes, drilling Big Boss in the face with a dropkick. He follows up with a jumping leg drop and pins.)

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Kickout!

(Trice rolls through and tags in LaMarcus. LaMarcus comes in and elbows Rampage, sending Rampage off the apron.)

AC: Here we go! The Dope Boyz coming back here!

SC: Yeah get over it, we know NR will be coming back!

(LaMarcus turns and pulls Boss up, and whips him into the ropes. LaMarcus hits him with a back elbow, but it just stumbles the big man. Brown hit’s the ropes, looking for another elbow, but Boss catches him coming off the ropes, and hits him with a quick and thunderous side-walk slam!)

SC: OH!!! AND THERE’S THE COMEBACK!

(Boss goes for the pin.)

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Trice breaks it up!

(The ref gets Trice out of the ring, and Boss tags in Rampage. Rampage comes in, and drills a falling headbutt right to the shoulder of LaMarcus. Rampage then sits Brown up, and locks in a key lock, wrenching at the shoulder of Brown.)

AC: Great move here, try to take the power out of the big man!

SC: I told you, these two are tag team genius’s!

(LaMarcus begins to fight out of it, but before he can, Rampage pulls him to the corner, and tags in Boss. Rampage gets out of the ring but holds Brown in the corner, and Boss backs up. He charges, and flattens LaMarcus in the corner with a stinger splash. LaMarcus goes down hard, and Boss steps on the ribs of Brown, and tags Rampage back in.)

AC: Quick tags here by NR.

SC: Of course, once again, SMART TAG TEAM STRATEGY.

(Rampage gets to his in, and steps over Brown. Rampage looks as if he’s going after Brown, but turns around and clocks Trice, drilling him off the apron. However out of nowhere, Laura Phoenix runs down the entrance ramp! She has the kendo stick wrapped in barbwire with her and she wacks Big Boss in the back with it. He falls off the ring apron and as he does, the ref turns and looks, and Laura shrugs, pretending she did nothing.)

SC: What the hell!? Get Phoenix out of here!

(Then from the other side, we see Kurt Kaoss hop the barricade.)

AC: And there’s Kurt!

(Rampage sees him and goes to cut him off, but Kurt has the baseball bat wrapped in barbwire with him as well. He reaches up and nails Rampage in the head with it. Rampage stumbles back, and LaMarcus rolls him up!)

SC: Oh come on… not like this!

(The ref turns, and pins!)

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3!!!!

AC: THEY DID IT! DOPE BOYZ RETAIN THE TITLES!

SC: No no!!! Damage Inc retained the titles for The Dope Boyz!

(Laura begins to get into the ring, but Boss manages to get to his feet and pulls her out. On the outside, Boss and Laura begin to exchange hands, fighting into the crowd. Kurt rolls into the ring, and he and Rampage begin to go at it!)

AC: This has become personal! These two teams have some bad blood here.

(The four of them begin to brawl with each other and we cut backstage as security and referees sprint to ringside to break the carnage up between them.)

Winners: The Dope Boyz and STILL PWSR Tag Team Champions!

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(Scene fades up to see a pissed off Drake DeMarco walking with Sapphire down the hallway holding each other’s hands. The fans immediately boo at his appearance. Drake looks at Sapphire)

Drake: Can you believe that douche? Who in the hell does he think he is? Messing with my career. What the hell?

Sapphire: Don’t worry baby, a civilized talk with the man will solve everything. He can’t turn you down

Drake: He better not. I gave this company hell, and I’m willing to do it again…

Art: Well look who is here tonight on Lockup

Sid: It’s Drake DeMarco. Finally to save the show once again. It’s about time you know

Art: Well he doesn’t look too pleased. As all of you know, last week Drake had a match with Noble Domino Jr. and due to the injuries Drake had at Mind Games, the doctors thought it was unsafe for Drake to compete and gave DeMarco a month to recuperate

Sid: Yeah but you saw what happened when Drake’s match with Domino was just about to get under way, Drake got the note in time because it was way to dangerous for an all star superstar like Drake DeMarco to compete but Dave Diamond came out and forced Drake to compete and if he didn’t, he’d make Drake forfeit and that’s what he did!

Art: There goes Drake’s beloved record here in PWSR

Sid: He’s been screwed! Why mess with an injured superstar? It’s not fair I tell you

Art: Yeah, yet he’s walking like if nothing has happened to him so far…

Sid: You don’t know anything…

(Drake knocks on Dave Diamond's door)

Dave Diamond: Yeah, door's open.

(Drake and Sapphire both storm in. Drake squints at Dave as he slams his doctor's note on his desk)

Drake: Dude can't you read?

Dave Diamond: What in the hell are you talking about?

(Drake mocks Dave)

Drake: What are you talking about? YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT PORKY! I'm talking about that damn forfeit you FORCED me to take last week with my match against that Pizza brand named boy. You know I'm hurt, what the fuck man?

Dave Diamond: Hey, rules are rules. If you can't compete in a match that has already been signed, it is a forfeit. If you had come to me before hand, about the injury and the doctor's notice that you couldn't compete, I could have canceled the match. So don't blame me. The only person to blame in this situation is YOU.

(Drake looks at Sapphire)

Drake: Do you believe this guy?

(Drake looks back at Dave)

Drake: Listen pudge, I've done more for this company than anyone else on the roster. You've seen that first hand when I was in PWSX. You should take care of your top superstars more. Aren't you a business man? Well a GOOD business decision would be to give your guys a break. I might not be the "golden boy" of PWSR, but dammit with these two hands I created my career into a flawless pathway of sexcellence, and you're fucking it up for me

Dave Diamond: Listen here, DeMarco. I'll give you your due. You're obviously a great wrestler and you carried the entire PWSX on your shoulders. Hell, if it wasn't for you, that company would have went under. But lets get one thing straight. It doesn't matter if you've won 500 World Titles, to me. You're right, I'm a business man. And I conduct business the same way with everyone. Including you.

(Drake nods and gives Dave a little smile)

Drake: Good, then make the right business decision and reverse your call on my match...

Dave Diamond: Hmm ... Maybe I did make the wrong decision. Can you give me a second to think about that?

Drake: How about if I give you till next week. Take your time. I know you're a busy man like me and that you have other issues to deal with right now. I'm a patient guy and I usually give those people that are understanding patience. Think it over thoroughly. How about that?

Dave Diamond: No, no, that's ok. I won't leave you hanging until next week. See, I'm a man that can make the big decisions under pressure. All I need is a few seconds.

(Dave puts his hand on his chin.)

Dave Diamond: Ok. After some debate .... NOPE! I made the right call last week! So, DeMarco, here's what I advise you to do. Either get over it or die with it.

(Drake wipes his hand down his face with anger as Sapphire scoffs in disbelief at Diamond)

Drake: Seriously?

Dave Diamond: Have I ever been known to be a comedian? I don't think so. So I'm not going to start making jokes now.

Drake: Seriously??

Dave Diamond: Yeah .. Seriously.

Drake: REALLY?

Dave Diamond: Maybe I haven't made myself clear. Let me slow it down for you.

(Dave stands up and leans over his desk, getting closer to Drake.)

Dave Diamond: YOUR .... LOSS .... TO .... NOBLE ... STANDS. (Dave sits back down.)

(Drake takes a couple of tic tacs and puts it on Diamond's desk out of anger)

Drake: You seriously need those

Dave Diamond: And you seriously need to come to the realization that, even though your one of the big dogs, you're not going to always get your way.

(Drake's hands begin to tremble as Sapphire tries to calm Drake down by rubbing his abs)

Drake: You know what Diamond, if Mastermind was here right now, He would take your job in an instant. You don't want to make me angry. You know what I did a few months ago that pissed you and the whole PWS foundation off to the point where you guys wanted to kill me. You know EXACTLY what I'm talking about. It even caused PWSX and PWSR's negotiations to host a co-promotion event to corrupt because I'm not the man for you to fuck with...

Dave Diamond: First off, Mastermind couldn't take my job if I gave it to him. There's a reason Ty Cyrus tossed his ass. And secondly, you're right. I know exactly what you mean. And if you were smart, you wouldn't try it.

(Drake sighed as he smirked as he was making his leave)

Drake: Fine...have it your way....I'll "shoot" you up later....

(Drake and Sapphire chuckle before making their leave)

Dave Diamond: Don't do something, you'll regret, DeMarco. Because it may result in me doing something I'll regret.

(Drake looked back before winking at Dave. He and Sapphire then closed the door gently behind them)

(Dave looks over at Brock Magnus, who's standing by his side.)

Dave Diamond: Make sure to keep an eye on him.

Brock Magnus: You got it.

(Dave looks back over towards the door, shaking his head, as the scene cuts back to ringside.)

Art: Oh boy, this is going to turn ugly

Sid: Well I mean who can blame Drake DeMarco? What happened to him last week wasn’t fair

Art: I just hope Drake DeMarco doesn’t plan on doing what he did a few months ago. We all know how that turned out…

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Non-Title Match
Alamar Aguston vs. Josiah Cena

(Josiah and Alamar stand face to face with each other. Alamar lands a slap to the face and the referee calls for the bell to start the match. Cena comes back and locks up with Alamar. Alamar lands a kick to the midsection of Cena. He connects with a right and and throws another kick to the gut. Alamar throws another kick, but this time Cena catches the foot. Alamar goes for an Enziguri, but Josiah ducks it and lets go of Alamar‘s foot, letting Aguston fall on his face. Alamar gets back up to his feet, with a hand on his face and Josiah runs for a clothesline. Alamar ducks Josiah's clothesline and Alamar bounces off the ropes. Josiah goes for another clothesline and Alamar ducks it once again. Alamar bounces off the other ropes and goes for a flying cross body but Josiah catches him. Cena hoists him up onto his shoulders and walks over towards the corner. He goes to drop him face first onto the top turnbuckle but Alamar slides down and pushes Josiah to the corner. Josiah stops before crashing into turnbuckle. Alamar charges at Cena but Cena gives him an elbow to the mouth, causing Aguston to stagger backwards.)

Art Campbell: Boy oh boy are these two going back and forth or what.

Sid Carmack: Both have something to prove.

Art Campbell: That’s true. Cena has a big match with Alpha coming up and Alamar is trying to make his stamp here on the PWSR.

Sid Carmack: He’s doing so at the expense of The Rev. I like Alamar but it’s not his smartest decision.

(Cena comes out of the corner and locks up with Alamar. Aguston slides around to the back of Cena, grabbing him around his waist. Cena throws a couple of elbows to the mouth of Aguston. Before Josiah can land another one, Alamar grabs him in a side headlock. A few seconds after he gets it locked in, Cena pushes Alamar off into the ropes. As he comes off the ropes, Cena hits him with a shoulder block. He gets Alamar up and sets him up for a power bomb. He gets him up but Alamar slides over the back of Cena and rolls him up …)

1...
2...
Kickout!

Art Campbell: Close one there by Alamar.

Sid Carmack: That was a great reversal. Come on Alamar!

(Both men get up and Alamar goes at Cena with a clothesline but Cena ducks it. Cena grabs Alamar’s arms and slides him over his back into a back slide pin. Alamar kicks out before ref can get a one count. Both men get up and Josiah charges at Alamar but Alamar catches him with an arm drag. Both men get up again but this time Alamar charges at Cena and Cena catches him with a hip toss. Alamar gets back to his feet and runs at Cena. Cena goes for a clothesline but Alamar ducks under Josiah‘s arm. He grabs him from behind and nails Cena with a neck breaker. Alamar hooks the leg for a pin …)

1...
2...
Kickout!

Art Campbell: A nicely executed neck breaker by Alamar but not quite enough for the pin.

Sid Carmack: That’s alright. It’ll help wear Cena down in the long run.

Art Campbell: That it will.

(Alamar mounts on top of Cena and starts landing some vicious punches. The ref makes him break it and Alamar gets off of Cena and makes another pin ….)

1...
2...
Kickout!

Art Campbell: Was it just me or did a little frustration just show with Alamar?

Sid Carmack: It was just you.

(Alamar slams the mat and gets up, bringing Cena to his feet at the same time. Cena fights back with a punch to Alamar. Alamar returns the shot and the two of them begin to exchange shots, going punch for punch with each other. Alamar quickly stops it though, driving his knee into the midsection of Cena. Alamar drives his elbow into the back of the head of Cena. Alamar runs into the ropes and goes for a knee lift but Cena moves out of the way in time. Alamar turns around and is met by Cena with an explosive clothesline.)

Art Campbell: Let see if Cena can capitalize now and get on a run.

Sid Carmack: I doubt it. Josiah Cena is useless.

Art Campbell: He’s the No Limits Champion, for crying out loud. He’s not useless.

Sid Camrack: It was luck. Alpha will get it back.

Art Campbell: (Sigh) ….

(Cena gets Alamar up to his feet and sends him into the corner. He goes over and goes up to the second rope. He holds his fist up in the air and starts to pound on Alamar …)

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(Before Cena can hit him with a 10th punch, Alamar pushes him off. Cena gets back to his feet. Alamar charges out of the corner and Cena charges at Alamar and they both hit a clothesline on each other.)

Art Campbell: Both men had the same thought there.

(The ref starts to count as both men are down …)

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5.…

Art Campbell: The referee is half way to the 10 count …

Sid Carmack: Come on Alamar, get up!

6...
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(The both begin to stir …)

8...
9...

(Both men are up right for the tenth count.)

Art Campbell: And they’re both up!

Sid Camrack: Thankfully! Now, Alamar, finish this stooge off!

(As they both get up, Alamar runs and swings at Cena but Cena ducks it. Cena then charges at Alamar, going for a clothesline as well but this time, Alamar ducks. Cena turns around and Alamar throws a dropkick at Josiah but Cena sidesteps if. Cena runs into the ropes and as Alamar begins to sit up on the mat, Cena hits him with the Boom! Goes The Dynamite! Cena hooks the leg for a pin …)

Art Campbell: Will it be it?!

Sid Carmack: No! It can’t!

1...
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Kickout!

Sid Carmack: Phew! Yes!

Art Campbell: You sound a little worried, there.

Sid Carmack: Who me? Not at all.

Art Campbell: Uh huh.

(Josiah gets to his feet and starts to call for the “Boston Massacre.” The fans get on their feet in anticipation as Alamar begins to get to his feet, groggily. Once he’s up to his feet, Cena grabs him and puts him up on his shoulders for the “Boston Massacre.” As he goes to hit it, Alamar escapes out of it and slides down the back of Cena. Alamar grabs him from behind and nails him with the “Career Killer.” Alamar hooks the leg …)

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3!!!

Sid Carmack: Yes! That was great!

Art Campbell: Well, it was certainly effective.

Sid Carmack: Come on. Admit it. That was impressive. And you can’t say he cheated either.

Art Campbell: I’ll give him that. He won the match fair and square. And that’s not hard to do against our No Limits Champion.

Sid Carmack: This is a big win for him and only proves why he is one of the best young stars in the company!

Winner: Alamar Aguston via pinfall.

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Tune in, live on PPV, June 19th for PWSR: Retribution!

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Main Event
6 Man Turmoil Match
Special Referee: Trisha Lee Moore
Candy, Chaz Holiday & Marcus Redd vs. Jade Andrews, Tony Angel & The Rev

(Trisha calls for the bell, and Rev starts the match off with Redd. The two lock up, and Rev slowly starts to push Redd into the corner. Rev then begins a blatant choke in the corner. Trisha QUICKLY begins a count.)

Trisha Lee Moore: 1.2.3.4.5.

(At the 5 count, Redd drills Rev in the jaw with a stiff right hand. Rev stumbles back, and Trisha calls for the bell.)

AC: What the hell?

SC: Is… the match over?

(Skylar approaches the ring, and TLM whispers something into her ear. She looks at him shocked, and Trisha screams “DO IT”. Skylar shrugs while the 6 competitors in the ring stand in utter awe, wondering what’s going on.)

Skylar: Ladies and gentleman, by the referee’s decision, due to Rev refusing to break the choke and Marcus Redd hitting an illegal closed fist shot, there is no winner of this-

(Trisha grabs the mic from Skylar.)

Trisha Lee Moore: The winner of this match is ME.

(Trisha drops the mic and rolls out of the ring while everyone in the ring stand dumbfounded.)

AC: Are you SERIOUS!?

SC: Well, look on the bright side. At least now Redd and Chaz won’t receive a beating like Alamar!

(As Trisha makes her way up the ramp, “Overrated” by Three Days Grace blares through the sound system and Trisha stops in her tracks. Suddenly on the titantron, we see Dave Diamond and Brock Magnus in their locker room.)

Dave Diamond: Trisha… TRISHA. Stop RIGHT there. Now look, I’m getting some sick and tired of your little games, and your making light of my decisions. Now you get your probably still-burnt ass back to that ring, and you make the pins, or you will not be receiving ANY title shots here in the PWSR for the rest of your contract!

(The fans explode in cheers as Diamond disappears off the screen. Trisha begins SCREAMING at Dave, yelling “I’m going to kill you! You can’t do that!” She then makes her way to the ring, looking down the entire time.)

AC: Yeah! Finally a decision from Dave Diamond I agree with!

SC: Oh well, it’s Redd, Chaz, and Candy’s funeral!

(Trisha rolls into the ring, and screams at the time keeper to “Ring the fucking bell”. The bell rings, and Trisha turns around. Rev just looks at her, obviously trying not to laugh. Trisha looks at him, and begins walking towards him, but suddenly Marcus Redd hits him with a backslide. Trisha looks at him and shakes her head, slowly dropping to her knees and begins the pin.)

1.…..
Kickout!

SC: See look at that, she’s counting!

AC: Yeah, she’s counting about as fast as a Rev interview.

(Rev quickly gets up and charges Redd, who side steps him and drills him quickly with an arm drag, right into the armbar. Marcus Redd wrenches it in, and Trisha just stands there looking down at Rev, making sure he doesn’t quit, but certainly not straining herself to ask if he wants to. Rev slowly begins to fight it off, making his way to his feet with the hold still locked in. He spins for a forearm shot, but Redd ducks it. Rev spins around, and Redd hits him with a quick back suplex. Redd the gets to his feet, and hit’s the ropes, then drills Rev right on the chest with a rolling senton. Redd rolls through right into his corner, and makes a tag to Chaz.)

AC: And beautiful offence by Marcus Redd!

SC: Yeah yeah, and here comes Gays of our lives own Chaz Holiday.

AC: Would you stop!?

(Chaz quickly springs to the top rope as Rev gets to his feet, and leaps off, drilling Rev with a gorgeous cross body. Chaz quickly holds it in for a pin. Trisha drops quickly for the pin.)

1.
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Rev somehow kicks out.

AC: … And what the hell was that!?

SC: A near fall?

AC: You know what I mean, she went from the slowest to the fastest count ever.

SC: Are you surprised? She hates Rev, and well she doesn’t really have anything against Chaz.

AC: You mean besides her normal hatred?

SC: Exactly!

(Chaz begins to get Rev up, but Rev drills him with a quick right hand. Chaz stumbles back, Rev rolls over and quickly makes a tag to Jade. Jade comes in, and stands right behind Chaz. He turns around and runs into her, and the two stare off.)

SC: Is Chaz allowed to fight Jade tonight? I mean he is a former Woman’s champion!

AC: I don’t think so, I think Chaz still has to tag in Candy here.

(Jade shoves Chaz, and Chaz just looks at her. She yells at Chaz to hit her, but he just shakes his head. She shoves him again, and yells the same thing. Chaz however turns around, and goes to tag in Candy. However before he can, Jade spins him around and screams “DON’T TURN YOUR BACK ON ME!” and goes to smack Chaz. However Chaz blocks it and spins Jade around, and shoves her. He then quickly tags in Candy who rolls into the ring. Jade looks furious she was outsmarted by Chaz, and turns around expecting to still see him, but instead gets taken down with a Lue Thez press by Candy!)

AC: And here comes Candy!

(Candy begins to land a few rights and lefts, then rolls off her. Jade quickly gets up, and Candy drills her with a clothesline. Candy hit’s the ropes again for another clothesline, but Angel puts his knee up, drilling Candy in the back with a knee. Of course Trisha does nothing, and Candy stumbles to the center of the ring. Jade then grabs her, and plants her with a DDT. Jade then rolls onto Candy, and quickly locks him into a camel clutch.)

AC: Oh man, she’s got that camel clutch locked in TIGHT.

SC: We know she’ll certainly have no trouble outsmarting Candy. Hell I’ve seen Fluffy do that a couple of times.

(Trisha kneels down, asking Candy if she wants to quit. Candy says no, and Trisha just shakes her head. Candy slowly begins to claw her way to the ropes, and finally gets there. Trisha just looks at her for a minute before finally starting the count.)

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AC: COME ON!

(Jade finally breaks the count, and pushes Candy face first into the ring. Jade the gets up, and tags in Tony Angel. Candy slowly begins to get to her feet, and Angel just watches.)

AC: Well good, at least now Candy can get a rest.

(However right when Candy goes to make the tag to Redd, Angel grabs her by the hair and pulls her back, drilling her with a quick Inverted DDT! Chaz and Redd try to rush the ring but are held back by Trisha who threatens to DQ them. Angel then tags back in Jade.)

AC: Are you kidding me!? He just Inverted DDT’d a WOMAN! What a big man Tony Angel is.

SC: Hey, it’s a smart move! Candy didn’t make a tag, so Angel did nothing wrong. All he did was take a slight cheap shot.

AC: A slight cheap shot my ass!

(Jade makes her way back into the ring, and pins Candy. Trisha makes the count.)

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Redd comes in and breaks the count.

(Trisha pushes Redd, and smacks him in the face, telling him to get out of the ring. Redd looks like he’s going to strike Trisha and she just smirks, and Redd rolls out of the ring. Inside the ring, Jade pulls Candy up by her hair, and tosses her into the corner. She begins to drill her with multiple knee shots, sending Candy down seated against the turn post. Jade then backs up, stalking Candy. Redd comes over and screams at Moore to get her out of the corner, and Jade comes over and smacks him in the face. Redd tries to get into the ring, but Lee Moore shoves him, not allowing him in. Jade then charges Candy, but Candy rolls out of the way at the last second and Jade goes knee-first into the turn post!)

AC: Candy moves! This could be her chance to come back here!

SC: No way… get on her Jade!!!

(Candy slowly begins to crawl her way to the corner, but at the last second Jade grabs Candy’s heel. Jade goes to pull Candy back, but Candy flips up and hits her with an inziguri! Jade goes down hard, and Candy springs forward and makes a tag to Marcus Redd!)

AC: AND HERE COMES REDD!

SC: Noo, somebody get this idiot out of the ring!

(Redd leaps into the ring, and quickly runs over, drilling Angel off the apron, sending him down hard. Redd grabs Rev and begins to left him into the ring, but out of nowhere Andrews comes out of nowhere and hits Redd with a chop block. Redd goes down to one knee, and Rev knees him right in the jaw. Redd stumbles back and Angel gets back on the apron, making a tag.)

SC: YES! Here comes Angel!

(Angel comes in, and quickly stomps Redd in the spine. Redd goes down, and Angel keeps stomping away at his spine. Angel then lifts his leg, dropping a violent knee right across the spine of Redd. Angel quickly pulls Redd up, and tosses him into the corner. Rev grabs Redd, and Angel charges. Redd breaks Rev’s hold at the last second and rolls out of the way, and Angel goes crashing into Rev, sending him off the arpon and into the barricade, down to the mat hard.)

AC: Ouch, that one’s going to leave a mark!

SC: Oh shut it, he’s our champion and he could be injured!

(Angel looks at Rev outside, and Redd rolls him up!)

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Kickout!

AC: Ok this is getting ridiculous.

SC: Don’t be mad that Angel kicked out.

AC: I man who got hit by a car could have kicked out of that count!

(Angel gets to his feet and charges Redd, but Redd ducks. Angel turns around, and Redd hits him with a quick spinning back elbow! Redd gets up and tags in Chaz, and Redd gets Angel up. The two whip Angel, and hit him with a double dropkick. Trisha shoves Redd, trying to get him out of the ring, and suddenly from behind Rev rolls in, and hits Chaz with a low below while Trisha’s back’s turned.)

AC: COME ON…

SC: What? I didn’t see anything.

AC: Of course you didn’t.

(Rev then grabs Angel and helps him to the corner, and when Trisha finally turns around, Rev makes the tag. He runs in and makes the pin on Holiday. Trisha hesitantly starts the pin.)

1.……….
2.……….
Kickout!

(Rev gets up, and gets right into Lee Moore’s face, and she shoves him, pointing at her shirt. While Lee Moore’s distracted, Angel rolls into the ring. However out of nowhere Redd springboards off the ropes, taking Angel down and the two roll out of the ring. TLM goes over to them, and Jade runs into the ring. However she’s also cut off by Candy, who hit’s a cross body, and those two roll out of the ring as well.)

SC: It’s all going to hell!

(Chaz begins to get up, and while TLM is watching the outside, we see El Incendio hop the barricade, and grab the PWSR World Title.)

AC: El Incendio!? What the hell is he doing out here!?!?

(Incendio takes the belt and throws it in to Rev, but it goes soaring over his head. Rev just looks at Incendio like “Really?” Rev shakes his head and turns around, going to pick up the title, but Chaz comes out of nowhere and hits Rev with “The Perm” sending him face first onto the belt!)

SC: WHAT!? HE CAN’T DO THAT!

(Chaz grabs the title and tosses it out of the ring, yelling at Moore. She turns around, and sees Rev is the one being pinned, and goes for the pin.)

1..
2..
3!!!

AC & SC: NO WAY!!!!

Skylar: Winners of this match, Candy, Marcus Redd, and Chaz Holiday!

SC: This is… unimaginable!

AC: This has gotta be one of the biggest upsets in PWSR history! Chaz Holiday has just pinned the World Champion!

SC: HE CHEATED!

(Angel and Redd begin to brawl their way up the ramp way, and Jade goes after them. Incendio rolls into the ring and charges Trisha, but Trisha ducks. When Incendio turns around, Trisha drills him with a stiff kick to groin, and Incendio goes down, rolling out of the ring. Rev begins to get up, and TLM begins to stalk him.)

AC: She’s going for revenge here for Rev winning the title!

SC: No Trisha, don’t do this…

(However before she can hit him, Incendio, hurt manhood and all pulls Rev out of the ring. TLM looks furious, and turns around. Still angry about not getting her hands on Rev, she grabs Candy by the hair.)

AC: Come on, leave Candy alone! Not this again…

(TLM begins to reel back, but from behind Chaz spanks her! She yelps in pain, still feeling the effects from the inferno match. Chaz then grabs Candy and rolls out of the ring with a big smile. The two head up the ramp celebrating the ring, leaving a furious Trisha Lee Moore in the ring, throwing a fit and screaming at everyone.)

SC: YOU CAN’T DO THAT TO TRISHA! She’s one of the best wrestler’s here, you can’t embarrass her!

AC: What a night for Marcus, Candy, and especially Chaz Holiday! And what a night in general! This has been an incredible night ladies and gentleman, and I’ve gotta say, ‘d hate to be anybody who gets in Trisha’s way the next few days…

SC: Well she certainly won’t be sitting down…

AC: Ha ha…

SC: Don’t laugh! She was set on fire and you’re laughing at her!? What a biased announcer you are…

AC: Well I’d love to stay here and continue this, but we’re out of time. We’ll see you all back here next week! Have a good night everybody!

(The show closes with a shot of a furious Trisha Lee Moore, looking up the ramp way at Chaz and most importantly, Candy.)

Winners: Chaz Holiday, Candy & Marcus Redd via pinfall.

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