(PWSR Lockup explodes onto the air with an enormous pyrotechnic display on the stage. The rockets shoot from the rig above the ring and land on the stage as the giant padlock in the centre of the set lights up. The camera pans around the fans, who are on their feet screaming whilst “Cryin’ Like A Bitch” plays in the background. Signs above the ring remind the fans that Retribution is this Sunday night on pay-per-view)

Art Campbell: We are just one week away from Retribution, and there’s a special atmosphere in the air here tonight in Syracuse! Good evening and welcome everyone to PWSR Lockup from the sold out Carrier Dome, where Alamar Aguston – still gunning revenge over The Rev for that heinous attack two weeks ago – is in action later tonight against Marcus Redd.

Sid Carmack: It’s going to be an interesting night for sure Art, as the members of Necessary Roughness and Damage Inc square off in a singles series tonight before their big tag team match on Sunday in Boston ... and you have to feel that Laura and Kurt will also be vowing payback after the ignominious ending to their All Out pay-per-view!

Art Campbell: Oh, I’m sure NR will pay for that Sid ... as always of course, I’m Art Campbell here at ringside alongside the incomparably dumb Sid Carmack – and even before we get to the pay-per-view on Sunday night, there’s a strong sense that retribution is coming!

Sid Carmack: Insult me again  and we may have a revenge attack before we get to Boston –

Art Campbell: STOP! Just .... stop talking!

(Suddenly, “Munich” by Editors starts playing around the arena and the fans cheers turn instantly to boos as The Rev comes out to the ring wearing a suit and holding a microphone with the Lucifer Effect logo on the side)

Art Campbell: Speaking of people who should stop talking, what the hell is The Rev doing out here tonight?!

Sid Carmack: He’s coming out here to address his fans Art –

Art Campbell: Oh for crying out loud ... you REALLY believe that anyone in this building likes this guy?!

(Rev steps slowly into the ring and, as always, waits for the fans to stop booing before he raises the microphone and begins to talk, smiling widely)

The Rev: Hush people! There’s no need to feel depressed tonight ... this is a night of great celebration, a night which will forever be remembered as a massive party – a grand night where we can all come together and rejoice! Tonight is one huge jubilant extravaganza ... tonight is a night of giving thanks for everything that has made this company so exciting over the past two months. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, tonight .... is Lucifer Effect Appreciation Night!

(The fans start booing even more loudly in revolt against Rev’s proposed appreciation night idea)

Art Campbell: WHAT?! An appreciation night? Appreciation for what?! I certainly don’t appreciate The Rev ... he’s a loudmouthed jackass –

Sid Carmack: You’ve never been able to appreciate talent Art, it shows in your announcing.

Art Campbell: THIS ... is going to be a looooooong night.

The Rev: Thank you, thank you! Thank you all so much for your support – it means a lot to me. You see, the boos and jeers of people like you repugnant assholes is so fulfilling, it spurs me on to great things! Thanks to the power of your negative emotions and hatred, I’ve managed to become the greatest wrestler in the world – and I’ve got the belt to prove it – so tonight, thank yourselves. Go to the concession stands, buy yourselves a beer and raise a glass to the power of the people .... because all of this is your fault. YOU people have created a monster, each and every single one of you are responsible for the Lucifer Effect and its actions! That lays the blame for what happened to Alamar Aguston last week squarely on the shoulders of every paying customer in this godforsaken wretched arena tonight.

(The booing just continues getting louder and louder the more Rev talks)

The Rev: When Alamar walks to this ring later tonight, he’s going to look out into the audience and see the faces of all you sick bastards – and he’ll realise that what happened two weeks ago was not our fault. It was YOUR FAULT! Just like what happened to your beloved hero Cena was your fault ... just like Saigon Dragon can never wrestle again because of you depraved lunatics ... and still you never learn! You people make me absolutely sick ... SICK! Did you really think tonight was going to be a party for you people? No – this party is only for people who actually matter ... who the world actually give a shit about! This night is OUR NIGHT! And now, if the fat fucks backstage can leave their cheeseburger-surrounded detritus for one second and get a damned red carpet out here, we can get this party started!

(Rev lowers his microphone and holds his arms up in the air absorbing more raucous jeers from the sold out crowd, as the production crew come down the aisle and roll the red carpet out onto the ramp, to even more booing. “Smokers Outside The Hospital Doors” begins to play through the speaker system and El Incendio comes out down to the ring with Tony Angel, followed up by a butler carrying a tray with champagne flutes. Incendio and Angel get into the ring and the three men stand in the ring with their champagne, enjoying the moment. Rev finally stops talking to take a drink whilst Angel takes the mic)

Tony Angel: The party is well and truly started now, and you people can boo as much as you like – you can boo and whistle until your blue in the face and having an aneurysm, nothing changes the fact that tonight is all about us. Tonight is about me, the only grandslam winner that this company has EVER seen ... tonight is about The Rev, YOUR world heavyweight champion ... and the king of PWSX El Incendio! Before I beat the living hell out of your precious cultural fraud Marcus Redd on Sunday and retain this Intercontinental title ... it’s time to sit back, relax and celebrate everything we’ve accomplished!

(Incendio takes the mic quickly whilst Angel leans back and laughs at the crowd)

El Incendio: If anyone deserves this celebration, it’s us. No other group of people in this organisation today has achieved more ... and tonight it’s only fitting that we gather here to appreciate the legacy that the Lucifer Effect will leave on the world. With the state Aguston is in after that attack two weeks ago, this may as well be a victory celebration for Retribution already – because there is no chance in hell of him winning the title this Sunday!

The Rev: Damn right!

(Rev grabs the mic from Incendio and the fans increase their booing even more, getting obscenely loud with their reactions to the world champion, who holds the belt up to mock them)

The Rev: Now if you self-righteous parasites will excuse us a moment, we have a party to attend backstage. Don’t worry though, you’ll be seeing PLENTY of all three of us throughout the night ... this is just the beginning!

(The Lucifer Effect members step out of the ring and walk up the red carpet to the back)

Art Campbell: This really is going to be a long night, excruciatingly so! You heard the words of our world champion folks, we’re going to be seeing plenty more of these ignorant buffoons throughout this broadcast tonight, and that’s a damn shame because we’ve got a hell of a night lined up here!

Sid Carmack: We sure do Art, there’s nowhere I’d rather be tonight  –

Art Campbell: There are a few places I’d rather you were Sid, but that’s a different rant altogether. We’ll be back with our first match after the break!

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(We find the scene inside of Dave Diamond's office. He is sitting at his desk, signing documents, with Brock Magnus standing beside him. Suddenly, there is a heavy knocking on his door.)

~Dave Diamond~
Come in!

(The door opened, and the PWSR Ladie's Champion, Miss Puppies walked through.)

~Dave Diamond~
If you're here about the Queen Of The Ring, I already explained that it was postponed for the time being.

~Miss Puppies~
That's not what I'm here for. I'm here to discuss my position with in the ladies division.

~Dave Diamond~
You aren't happy?

~Miss Puppies~
I'm not happy with the lack of competition. Every time we get a new face who's supposed to revitalize the division, they become a skanky high schooler. Just look at Sapphire, Lycra, Candy. None of them have compared to me, and yet I'm being left off cards, or given low level matches. I need a chance to show case my skills.

~Dave Diamond~
Are you trying to follow in Ms. Moore's footsteps?

~Miss Puppies~
Please, HER boots were made for walking, mine were made for kicking ass. But what I would like is the chance to face one of your male superstars the week after the PPV. How about Blade, Sledge, Domino, or even Andrew Ryder? It would give me a chance to be exposed to the world as something more then the sexiest lady in PWS.

~Dave Diamond~
i would rather you NOT expose yourself to the world.

~Miss Puppies~
Admit it, you want to hit this.

(She ran her hand along the curve of her right ass cheek. Dave didn't respond to her.)

~Miss Puppies~
Well, can I take your BROCK out and play?

(She snickered, as Brock gullped and held in a smirk.)

~Dave Diamond~
No!

~Miss Puppies~
I deserve more high profile matches. And seeing as the ladie's division is struggling, I don't see why I can't be given the scraps from the men's division.

~Dave Diamond~
I'll think about it. Now if you don't mind, I have some important business to get back to. This company doesn't run itself you know.

~Miss Puppies~
I heard from some of your so called superstars that a monkey could do this job better then you.

(He dropped his pen, and got an angry expression on his face.)

~Dave Diamond~
WHO SAID THAT?

~Miss Puppies~
It's hard to tell, my mind isn't what it used to be.

~Dave Diamond~
Well, what if I promise you a match against whoever it was that said that?

~Miss Puppies~
Things are becoming clearer.

~Dave Diamond~
OK, you get your wish. Now who said a monkey could do this job better then I could?

~Miss Puppies~
BLADE!!!

~Dave Diamond~
Alright, next week will have Blade taking on Miss Puppies.

~Miss Puppies~
Thanks! Now I'll let you get back to your lunch...

(She looked over at his half eaten lunch, at the banana sitting beside his coffee cup.)

~Miss Puppies~
And perhaps I'll see you around, Big Boy.

(She ran her finger along Magnus' tie, before leaving the office. The camera faded.)

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#1 Contenders Match
CGI vs. Bronx Bad Boys

(The match starts out with Jay-Jay in the ring for CGI against Vinnie from the Bronx Bad Boys, as the bell rings. Jay-Jay runs across and tries a shoulderblock on Vinnie, but fails to take the larger man down and gets flattened with a quick clothesline. Gale runs in from the corner and charges across the ring, knocking Vinnie down with a dropkick and causing Terrell to enter and back up his partner, scooping Gale up and tossing him over the top rope to the floor. The Bad Boys start beating up on Jay-Jay, who finds himself stranded with nowhere to go, and the fans are booing loudly for the double-team assault. Before they can cause too much damage, Gale Otis grabs a steel chair from ringside and gets back in, swinging and flattening both members of the Bad Boys)

Art Campbell: The Bronx Bad Boys just got their brains scrambled there, and there's a lot on the line here tonight in this one Sid ... the winner advances to face Trice and LaMarcus this Sunday night in Boston for the tag team championships! For the Bronx Boys, it would be their first ever appearance on a PWS pay-per-view! That's gotta be a huge incentive for them Sid?

Sid Carmack: Well don't forget Art, CGI haven't had a chance to wrestle on a PPV event for a whole year now since their appearance in the gauntlet match at PWSX Domination!

(Jay-Jay leaps up as the Bad Boys roll out of the ring to the outside. Jay leaps up over the top rope going for a suicide dive and finds himself being caught in mid-air and laid out with a double flapjack into the base of the metal ramp. Gale snaps and heads outside with the chair, but Terrell cuts him off, pulls him off the apron and sends him flying into the steel steps with a sick armdrag, crashing him spine-first against them. With both opponents down, Vinnie searches under the ring apron and pulls out a table)

Art Campbell: Oh no! This is a dangerous environment for CGI to be in right now ... The Bad Boys are in control of this match, and there's a table out there at ringside!

Sid Carmack: They're old enough to fight their own battles Art, I'm sure they'll be fine!

Art Campbell: That's not the point.

(Terrell leaves Vinnie to set the table up at ringside and grabs Jay-Jay back to his feet. Unfortunately for him, Jay rakes him in the eyes and sends him flying into the post, then backs him up and spears him hard into the guardrail at ringside. Gale gets back up, charges past Vinnie and hits a flying crossbody which sends Terrell flying over the rail into the front row of the crowd, getting a huge cheer from the fans. Vinnie runs over to save his partner, and all four men start brawling into the crowd, picking chairs up and swinging them at each other)

Sid Carmack: This is what we wanted to see all along here ... good old fashioned VIOLENCE!

Art Campbell: For God's sake Sid, these guys could end up with concussions - those chair shots are potentially dangerous!

Sid Carmack: I'm more worried about these poor fans ...

Art Campbell: YOU ARE NOT!

(After the guys have brawled through the crowd for a few minutes, they spill down a flight of stairs behind the set and the action ends up on the stage. Vinnie tosses Gale Otis straight through the video panel at the bottom of the staging. Vinnie goes for a cover on the stage but Jay-Jay pulls him away and kicks him right down the ramp towards the ring. Terrell follows them down, leaving Gale still flat out on the stage being attended to by the medics. Jay-Jay stalks Vinnie, waiting for him to get up - unaware that Terrell has walked up behind him)

Art Campbell: LOOK BEHIND YOU JAY-JAY!

(Suddenly, Vinnie leaps up and jumps up to the ring apron. Jay-Jay goes to grab him down but gets kicked in the nuts from behind by Terrell, who drags him up onto the table and sets him up into piledriver position - getting booed out the building by the fans. Vinnie dives off the ring apron and delivers their patented spike piledriver through the table at ringside)

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!

Art Campbell: Oh dear God .... the Brain Damage straight through the table to the floor!

(Both guys toss Jay-Jay back into the ring under the bottom rope, and Vinnie pins him as the referee counts)

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3!!!!

Art Campbell: They've done it! The Bronx Bad Boys have done it ... they're going to Boston!

Sid Carmack: Don't sound too cheerful Art, have you ever seen the people in Boston?

Art Campbell: Oh stop it!

Winners: The Bronx Bad Boys via pinfall.

---

[The camera cuts backstage to the bar area where the Lucifer Effect members are surrounded by their own private security force, sitting in the bar area lounging around with the World and Intercontinental Championships looking intolerably smug as they drink their champagne and revel in glory before the pay-per-view. We suddenly start hearing the conversation going on between the three guys as they talk about Retribution]

El Incendio: Man, I still can't believe that fat bastard Dave Diamond was stupid enough to make a "fans bring the weapons" match  ... in Boston! Have you ever seen the people of Boston? They're fucking freaks, just like that block-headed jackass Josiah Cena.

The Rev: Damn right, and that absolute fraud of a basketball team ... the Boston fucking Celtics! I swear, one lucky win last night and they're getting all cocky and thinking they're going to win the finals ... I hope the Lakers smash them in the remaining two games!

Tony Angel: Don't worry guys, the people of Boston may be backwards inbred low-lifes, but that doesn't change the fact that we have all this under control. The greasy pig wants to make a fans bring the weapons match and try to put the ball in Redd's court - that's fine - it'll never work. I have a plan that'll level out Redd's advantage and give us the upper hand in this match.

El Incendio: That's what I like to hear! Did you get those tickets Tony?

(Angel reaches into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and pulls out a whole wad of ringside tickets for the Retribution pay-per-view, smiling with a relieved and concieted satisfaction as he hands the tickets off to Incendio. Rev realises what they've done, and looks a lot more relaxed)

The Rev: BRILLIANT!

Tony Angel: Oh yes. If the people of Boston really want to bring their weapons along and try to hand them off to Redd ... go ahead. Let them bring whatever they want, because it won't matter anyway!

El Incendio: Marcus Redd is going to learn very quickly that fan support is one thing, but it's not infallible. Any of the weapons these idiots bring to Fenway Park are going to end up in the wrong hands and lead to Tony Angel retaining the Intercontinental Championship - I'll make damn sure of that!

(Angel and Incendio shake hands and smirk as if they've just found the perfect neutalising strategy to Redd's fans at Retribution, and the camera cuts back to ringside)

Art Campbell: I've had just about enough of these guys Sid! If Incendio is really going to be there at ringside interfering with the fans weapons, that totally defeats the point of the match -

Sid Carmack: You're just biased Art, anyone can see that a fans bring the weapons match is totally unfair in Redd's favour to begin with - this is just levelling the odds!

Art Campbell: Do you always talk out of your ass Sid, or is it something you reserve for television?

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Noble Domino Jr. vs. Sledge

(The two men circle each other and then begin to lock up but Sledge ducks under Noble’s arm and goes around to the back of him. He grabs him around the waist but can’t lock his hands to get him into his desired move. Sledge finally gives up and just smacks Noble in the back of the head. Noble turns around and gives Sledge a smack right to the face.)

Art Campbell: I don’t think that was too smart by Sledge.

Sid Carmack: Sledge? Noble just bitch slapped him!

Art Campbell: Sledge opened up the can of worms and started it. It was just retaliation.

(Noble grabs Sledge, takes him over to the corner and smashes his face into the top turnbuckle. Domino lays into Sledge with some relentless knife edge chops and the ref has to get in between them and pull Noble away. As Noble goes back over towards Sledge, Sledge grabs him and tosses him into the corner. Sledge then begins to connect with some knife edge chops of his own. Sledge brings him out of the corner and brings him over to another corner and slams Noble’s face off the top turnbuckle. Sledge brings him back out again and attempts to send him into the ropes but Noble reverses it, sending Sledge into the ropes. Noble runs and clotheslines Sledge over the top rope. Noble follows him to the outside.)

Art Campbell: And it looks like we’re taking this to the outside.

(Noble picks him up and sets him up against the guard rail. Noble then drills him with an open palmed slap to the chest. Noble hits him with a few more chops and then rolls him back into the ring. Noble gets up onto the ring apron and then climbs up to the top rope. Sledge gets to his feet and quickly runs into the ropes, causing Noble to crotch himself on the top. Noble then slumps off of the top turnbuckle and to the mat, holding onto himself.)

Sid Carmack: HAHA! At least we won’t have to worry about any future Noble Dominos stinking this place up even more.

Art Campbell: Would you stop!

Sid Carmack: What?!

Art Campbell: You’re a horrible person.

(Sledge goes over and begins to lay the boots to Noble, while he’s down. Sledge gets him to his feet and pushes Noble into the ropes, chest-first. As he bounces off the ropes, Sledge delivers a stiff kick to the lower back of Noble. Sledge pushes him into the ropes once more and again, nails him with a kick to the lower back, that echoes through the arena. Noble crumbles to his knees, holding onto his back. Sledge then gives him a kick to the back of the head, sending Noble completely down. Sledge turns him over and hooks a leg for the pin …)

1...
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Kickout!

Art Campbell: Sledge getting a 2 count after some vicious kicks.

Sid Carmack: Those sounded like gun shots! I’m surprised Noble isn’t knocked senseless … Then again, there’s not much sense there to begin with.

Art Campbell: Boy you’re in top form tonight, aren’t you.

Sid Carmack: As always!

(Sledge sits Noble up and drives his knee into the back of Noble. He then grabs Domino’s head and wrenches back on it, keeping his knee in Noble’s back. The ref asks Noble if he wants to give up but he repeatedly tells him no. After several seconds, Noble begins to fight to his feet. He drives his elbow into the midsection of Sledge, getting him to let go but before Noble can mount too much offense, Sledge drives his knee into the stomach of Domino. Noble comes right back with a right hand, though. Sledge retaliates with one of his own and the two of them begin to exchange shots with each other. Noble gives him a boot to the stomach and then attempts to send him into the ropes but Sledge reverses it. As Noble comes off the ropes, Sledge goes for a clothesline but Noble ducks it and goes into the other set of ropes. This time, as he comes off the ropes, Sledge catches him and gives him a back breaker.)

Art Campbell: A nicely executed back breaker there by Sledge. He’s really been able to keep Noble from gaining any offense in this match, thus far.

Sid Carmack: I think he’s looked quite impressive so far. There’s not too many times I’ll say that about him but he’s shown some real intensity tonight.

Art Campbell: He sure has. He’s been on a bit of a losing streak as of late and I think he’s really trying to end that tonight.

(Sledge goes over to the corner and climbs to the top rope. He dives off, going for a leg drop but Noble moves out of the way before Sledge can connect with it. Both men get to their feet at about the same time and Noble charges and connects with a big clothesline. He gets Sledge back up and sends him into the corner. Sledge bounces out and Noble catches him and throws him with an over head belly to belly suplex. Domino goes for the pin …)

1...
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Kickout!

Art Campbell: All of a sudden, the tide has turned and it seems Noble has all the momentum on his side.

Sid Carmack: Don’t count your chickens before they hatch, Art. He only got a 2 count, not a 3.

Art Campbell: What, are you trying to sound smart now? I didn’t even say anything about Noble winning!

Sid Carmack: You implied it!

Art Campbell: No, you assumed I did. And you know what they say about people that assume.

(Noble gets Sledge back to his feet and attempts to send him into the corner but Sledge reverses it. Sledge charges but Noble gets his elbow up into the mouth of Sledge. Noble gets out of the corner and grabs Sledge and sends him into the ropes. As he comes off the ropes, Noble catches him with a power slam. Noble hooks the leg …)

1...
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Kickout!

Art Campbell: Another close one there by Noble. He has Sledge on the ropes, it seems.

Sid Carmack: Close but no cigar!

(Noble begins to get Sledge back up and Sledge grabs Noble around the waist, charges and drives Noble into the corner, with his shoulder driving into Noble’s midsection. Sledge backs up, going to the middle of the ring. He charges at Noble but he moves out of the way in time and Sledge eats nothing but turnbuckle. Noble comes up from behind him and rolls him up with a school boy pin …)

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3!!

Art Campbell: He got him! Noble caught him off guard with that one, I think.

Sid Carmack: He must have. That’s the only way Noble can actually, legitimately, win a match.

Art Campbell: Oh would you stop it. Noble has some talent. There’s reason he’s been around for a while.

Sid Carmack: Because he’s not smart enough to realize he’s not good enough!

Art Campbell: Ugh, you’re terrible. Anyways, a good showing tonight by Noble. And Sledge, for that matter. It was quite evident that both men want this match, badly.

Winner: Noble Domino Jr. via pinfall.

---

(We see a black limousine pulling up at the arena)

Sid: I wonder who that could be?

Art: Hopefully we will know soon enough..

(The limo stops and the door opens revealing it to be Drake DeMarco along with Sapphire. Drake helps Sapphire out of the car and winks at her before walking near the arena doors)

Sid: Whoa it's Drake DeMarco. I wonder what brings him here tonight?

Art: Well we all know the type of altercation Drake had with Dave Diamond last week. It was quite intense and I have a feeling that the things Mr. Diamond doesn't want Drake to say will be said tonight

Sid: Oh boy, this isn't good...

(As Drake is about to open the arena doors, Brock Magnus steps in and stops Drake)

Brock: I'm sorry Drake but you can't go in there

(Drake scoffs and looks at Sapphire before looking back at Brock)

Drake: What are you talking about? I'm a PWSR Superstar. I belong here. I need to sign some autographs and what not. That's what I do

Brock: You won't be doing that tonight Drake because I have specific instructions from Dave Diamond himself to tell you that you are banned from the arena tonight and I just simply can't allow you in

(Drake's eyes widened as he paces back and forth)

Drake: WHAT!? WHAT!? BAN ME? "ME"!? I have never been banned from anything in my life! This is BULLSHIT! THIS IS BULL...SHIT! This is unfuckingbelievable!

(Drake tries to force his way through the door but Brock blocks him as security steps in and hold Drake back. Drake tries to wiggle away but he's outnumbered)

Drake: THIS IS NOT FAIR!!!!! THIS...IS...NOT...FAIR!!! IS THIS HOW YOU TREAT AN EXPERIENCED WORLD CHAMPION!? DAMMIT!!!! NOOOO!!!!!!

(Sapphire tries to calm Drake down as he's being hauled away by security. Brock just glares at him with a little smirk on his face that he's trying to hide)

Art: WOW! Drake banned from the arena tonight!

Sid: This is crazy! What is Mr. Diamond thinking? Drake equals ratings!

Art: Well the fans don't mind one bit...

Sid: Drake isn't going to let this stand. I know that for sure...

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Big Boss vs. Laura Phoenix

(The bell rings, and Big Boss grins. Boss slowly gets to the middle of the ring, and calls for Laura to come over. She comes over and they go toe to toe.)

AC: Wow, look at the size difference.

SC: Laura should be used to it.

AC: Well I know she wrestles the men but-

SC: No, I meant because she hangs around with Kurt so much.

AC: Oh that’s nice. REAL classy.

(Boss looks down a little at Phoenix and smirks, mouthing something to her. She gives a fake laugh, and then smacks Boss in the face.)

SC: HEY! She can’t do that…

(Boss, turns around embarrassed, and Laura smacks him again.)

SC: She can’t do this… she’s embarrassing one of the best Tag Team wrestlers ever!

AC: Maybe Boss will stop underestimating her now.

(Big Boss charges Laura and grabs at her, but she ducks out of the way, and Boss stumbles into the ropes. Laura dropkicks Boss right in the back, and he tumbles through the second rope and to the outside, landing on his feet, but holing his back.)

AC: What a dropkick!

SC: From behind! Cheap shot.

(Boss stomps his way back up the stairs and enters the ring again. He stands across from Laura with a disgusted glair on his face. Boss slowly makes his way towards Phoenix, trying to make sure she can’t pull any more tricks. The two lock up, and within a split second, Boss backs Laura up into the corner. The ref tells Boss to go for a clean break, and Boss does so to everyone’s surprise. However, as soon as Laura leaves the corner, Boss drills her down hard with a right hand, knocking her to the mat. Boss backs up hands raised, as if he just won the world title.)

AC: Oh that’s a big man.

SC: Hey… effective is it not?

AC: He just drilled a woman with a right hand!

SC: She wanted the match.

(Boss grins, yelling at Phoenix to get up as she slowly does. Phoenix comes out of the corner, and the two lock up again. However this time Phoenix spins around Boss, and tries to lock in a hammer lock. However Boss just stands there, and he shrugs and yells “Really!?” Boss spins his arm around, and hooks a hammerlock of his own on Phoenix. However instead of wrenching in the move, he just shoves Laura into the corner chest first.)

SC: Now who’s playing games?

AC: Just remember… If you play a game long enough, you eventually lose.

SC: That’s a dumb analogy.

AC: … Once again… Classy.

(Laura turns around, and charges Boss. Boss  goes for a clothesline, but Laura ducks under it. When Boss turns around, Laura drills him with a hard drop kick, sending Boss into the corner. Laura then begins to stomp the gut of Boss, her kicks getting harder each time.)

AC: Laura is on fire here!

(Laura sprints back to the opposite corner and measures Boss, then charges. Boss moves out of the way, but Laura stops herself before hitting the corner. She turns, but goes right into a big boot by Boss.)

SC: Well… Boss just put out that fire.

(Laura slowly begins to get to her feet, and turns around only to get a clothesline from Boss, sending her up and over the top, to the outside.)

AC: Oh… I think Laura hit  her spine on the apron.

SC: Aww… give me a minute to put on my sympathetic face… THIS IS WRESTLING. She knows what she’s getting into.

(Boss slowly exit’s the ring and stands on the apron, waiting for Phoenix to get up and turn around. She does, using the announcers table to do so. She turns, and Boss leaps off the apron for an axe handle smash, but Laura dives out of the way. Boss drives the entire top half of his body into the announcer’s table, crashing off it and down onto the mat. The table comes close to snapping in half from the impact.)

AC: DAMN! He almost came right into our laps!

SC: SEE!? Laura could never beat Boss on her own… he needs to knock himself out!

AC: Phoenix with enough where with all to dive out of the way there… very impressive!

(The ref begins to count.)

Ref:
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3...
4...

(Laura begins to get to her feet, and Boss starts to stir.)

AC: Will either be able to get into the ring!?

5...
6...

(Laura rolls in, and Boss begins to use the apron to get up.)

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9...

(Boss rolls in at the last moment, still trying catch his breath. However Phoenix charges, and drops a knee right across the chest of Boss, making him cough and writhe in pain, trying to create space between himself and Laura.)

AC: Laura needs to keep this pace… have to be  relentless against Boss to keep him down.

(Laura sits Boss up, and locks in a headlock. Boss writhes in pain, and stretches his foot into the bottom rope.)

AC: And Boss with good ring awareness… able to get his foot on the bottom rope.

(Laura however keeps it locked in.)

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SC: Come on! Break the hold…

(She finally lets go,  but then locks it right back in… and Boss gets the ropes again.)

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(Laura breaks.)

SC: Come on! This isn’t right… get him out of the corner!

AC: She has a 5 count, and a lot of damage can be done in 5 seconds.

(Laura hit’s a few stomps onto the chest of Boss, and then begins to climb to the top rope. However as she does, Boss gets up and quickly grabs her, and tosses her off the top rope with a military press slam. Boss also falls to the mat, trying to catch his breath.)

SC: YES! Get on her Boss!

AC: Oh my god… Phoenix was thrown at least halfway across the ring.

(Laura slowly begins to get to her feet, as does Boss. He begins to stalk her as she crawls to the corner to get to her feet. Boss grins as Laura turns around, and drills her with a side walk slam. He pins!)

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SC: Wow… she kicked out? What an idiot!

AC: She is NOT giving up that easily.

(Boss pulls Laura up slowly, and lifts her up for a power slam. Boss runs, and drills her with it, and pins yet again.)

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SC: HOW is Laura kicking out of this!?

AC: It’s all heart!

(Boss begins to get Laura up, but she drills him in the gut repeatedly with HARD elbows, stumbling Boss back. Laura slowly gets to his feet, and Boss charges. Laura dropkicks him in the knee, and Boss goes down onto his knees, throat first into the second rope.)

AC: YES! Laura’s coming back!

(Laura begins to set him up, and when Big Boss turns, She goes for the Super Kick. However Boss catches her foot and spins her around. Boss then lifts her up and tosses her into the air, and Boss drills her with The Lay Off!)

AC: NO…

SC: YES!

(He pins.)

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AC: Damnit no!

SC: HA! What now Arty? The might Phoenix has fallen!

Skylar: Winner of this match, Big Boss!

(Boss gets to his feet, and taunts.)

AC: What a fight Laura put up, but it just wasn’t enough here tonight.

Winner: Big Boss via pinfall.

Aftermath: Boss sees Laura starting to get up, and pulls her to her feet. He then pushes her back into the corner, and begins to head towards her.

AC: Oh come on, you’ve done enough Boss…

(Suddenly a man dressed in all black jumps the barricade, and rolls into the ring, jumping Boss from behind.)

SC: What the hell is this?

(The man beats on Boss until finally security gets into the ring, and the man runs off, hopping the barricade and running off.)

AC: I… have no idea. What’s going on here tonight Sid!?

SC: That's what I was asking you!

AC: Well I have no idea either, that's for sure.

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[The camera switches from the ring to the announcers tables at ringside where Art and Sid are sitting looking down the card for PWSR Retribution]

Art Campbell: Well, that was some match we just witnessed between Laura Phoenix and Big Boss - and don't forget folks that Necessary Roughness and Damage Inc will square off this Sunday night at Retribution. Fenway Park is sold out as an exciting, electric night of PWSR action comes to Boston, Massachusetts for the first time in months ... and it'll all be headlined of course by that huge world championship match between The Rev and Alamar Aguston!

Sid Carmack: I can't wait for that one Art, I don't know who I want to win though - I like both guys!

Art Campbell: That figures. I doubt you'll have trouble coming up with your pick for the Intercontinental title match though?

Sid Carmack: Well of course not! I'm 100% behind Tony Angel to get the job done and retain his title, especially now that we know El Incendio will be at ringside

Art Campbell: I'm still not happy about that Sid and I doubt Marcus Redd will be either - it's going to be one hell of a brutal match either way though and the only way you can see it is by calling your service provider and ordering PWSR Retribution!

Sid Carmack: If you think that's violent, you should see what Alpha is going to do to Cena in his hometown!

Art Campbell: Oh please! Boston City Streetfight of course, No-Limits title on the line - there's no way Cena's going to stay down for Alpha in his own backyard at Retribution.

Sid Carmack: What in the hell is going on up on the stage Art?!

[The shot of Art and Sid switches around and shows the Lockup stage, where the set of Marcus Redd's Party Zone is being built on the top of the ramp]

Art Campbell: This is not on the schedule folks, but it looks like Marcus Redd has decided to throw a party of his own hre tonight! We'll be back after the break!

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Join us next week, June 20th, live on Pay-Per-View, for PWSR: Retribution!

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[Lockup returns with the lights out in the Carrier Dome. Enormous strobe lights at the sides of the stage come on and "Lose Yourself" by Eminem starts playing as the fans leap up to their feet in excitement waiting for the arrival of Marcus Redd. Suddenly, the music stops and the screen above the stage shows a shot of the Lucifer Effect backstage at their own party. A graphic comes up on screen saying "During Commercial". Tony Angel is seen raging at what Redd is trying to do, and demands that their personal security force head out to the ring and break it up]

Tony Angel: NO! You think we're going to just sit back and let that rockstar wannabe gatecrash the party?! GET OUT THERE AND STOP THIS!

[The clip ends just as Redd walks out onto the stage, looking confused. Within seconds, ten or more hired security guards from the Lucifer Effect charge out from behind the curtain and chase Redd down the ramp to the ring. Redd starts fighting back and hammering the guards down with stiff punches as more and more of them pile out and outnumber him. Redd keeps fighting them off to the cheers of the crowd, but eventually finds himself overpowered]

Art Campbell: DAMN IT! That damned Tony Angel ... and The Rev ... are really pissing me off! I'm sorry folks, but I just can't supress my frustration at these three fun-hating morons any longer! KICK THEIR ASSES REDD!

Sid Carmack: Oh listen to you Art - you've lost the plot! You're insane ... loco ... loopy ... stupid .... backwards ... delusional ... batshit crazy!

Art Campbell: I AM NOT ... I'm just sick to death of Tony Angel, the useless luchador and "our" world champion trying to suck all the fun out of our beloved television show!

[The security guards pin Redd down and hold him to the floor as the fans start to boo and throw plastic cups towards the ring. Tony Angel walks out onto the stage in his suit and begins smashing up the Party Zone set, almost starting a riot in the arena, before casually walking to the back leaving the wreckage on the stage. The guards run to the back and leave Redd crawling up the ramp]

Art Campbell: Well folks, Marcus Redd will be in action later on tonight against Alamar Aguston, and this is about the last thing he needed in preparation for that! Tony Angel has well and truly besmirched Marcus Redd's attempt to inject a bit of fun into this show! There is going to be hell to pay at Retribution, and quite frankly, there may well be before this night is over if Redd has anything to say about it!

Sid Carmack: This is great Art! Tony Angel is always one step ahead -

Art Campbell: OH SHUT THE HELL UP! Andrew Ryder against Trisha Lee Moore, a battle between two former world champions, is coming up momentarily!

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Andrew Ryder vs. Trisha Lee Moore

(The match begins, and TLM quickly tries to use her speed against Andrew, running around him and hitting quick strikes as much as she can. However Andrew eventually catches her, and after hesitation for not wanting to hit a girl, takes control of the match. Trisha tries to come back, but Ryder just keeps using his size and power to keep her grounded, going for pins whenever he can. Andrew goes for a clothesline but misses, and Trisha takes out his leg with a chop block, taking Andrew down.)

AC: Beautiful technique by Lee Moore taking the big man down.

SC: Of course. Trisha’s a wrestling genius in there.

(Trisha stays on the attack, working on the leg for a while, keeping the big man grounded. However, Trisha would be caught when going for a cross body, and Ryder would take her over with a fall away slam. Andrew would stay on the attack, gaining momentum.)

AC: Andrew Ryder is on the verge of beating the former World Champion!

SC: What!? He can’t… this would be a massive upset!

AC: Well Andrew is a former World Champion in his own right, but I have to agree it would be a slight upset.

(Andrew would go to pick Lee Moore up, and she throws a wild punch that Andrew manages to duck, but it hit’s the referee instead. He goes down, holding his face, trying to crawl to the corner. Andrew would then boot Lee Moore in the gut, sending her down into the corner. Suddenly out of nowhere, Marcus Redd comes running down the entrance ramp with a steel chair.)

SC: NO! Get this idiot out of here!

(He rolls in and Andrew turns around, seeing him for the first time, and Marcus Redd drills him in the skull with the steel chair. Andrew goes down hard, and Trisha looks at him shocked and confused.)

AC: What the hell!? He just hit Ryder…

(Redd rolls out, and TLM gets up, looking out at him, screaming “WHAT THE!?” The ref begins to get to his feet, and right before he turns around Redd yells “Catch!” and tosses the chair up to Moore. She catches it, and looks at it in confusion as Redd makes his way back up up the entrance ramp. Trisha turns with the chair, and the ref turns as well. The ref looks at Lee Moore, then down at Andrew, and TLM realizes what’s going on. She chucks the chair out of the ring, trying to dispute with the referee that she didn’t do it, but it’s too late. The ref calls for the bell.)

SC: Wait a minute… NO!

Skylar: The winner of this match by Disqualification, ANDREW RYDER!!!

SC: Oh come on, this isn’t right! Everyone gets all over Trisha for bending the rules in her favor, and yet when Marcus Redd does something like this, he’s a hero!?

AC: Well I can’t say Trisha doesn’t deserve it, but I’m not sure Andrew didn’t have this match in hand.

(Trisha shoves the referee down, calling him an incompetent idiot and rolls out of the ring. She starts to walk fastly up the entrance ramp, pissed off, screaming "MARCUS!!!")

Winner: Andrew Ryder via DQ.

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(We cut to outside the arena where we see hundreds of screaming fans. We see that, in the middle of all of them, is The Alpha Dog, who has a trashbag with something inside of it.)

The Alpha Dog: Josiah Cena was too scared to show up this week and rightfully so. I mean, you personify everything that is Boston. And we're in NEW YORK!

(Fans cheer at the mention of their state.)

The Alpha Dog: Cena, I'm going to make this short and sweet. I'm going to do something to you that all these New Yorkers have been waiting to see for a long time. Who wants me to beat the living hell out of that Boston trash?!

(The fans scream louder in a rare showing of approval of The Alpha Dog.)

The Alpha Dog: Well you see, Cena ...

(Alpha reaches into the trash bag and pulls out a Boston Red Sox jersey. The fans boo.)

The Alpha Dog: I'm going to do something that I'm surprised no one else has done yet.

(Alpha lays the jersey on the ground. He then pulls out a can of gasoline. Alpha then pulls out a pack of matches and the fans cheer as they know what is coming up.)

The Alpha Dog: After I break you at Retribution and take my No Limits Title back where it belongs. I'm gonna send you're hopes, dreams and career ...

(Alpha lights the match and tosses it on the Red Sox jersey and it instantly catches on fire, much to the delight of the fans.)

The Alpha Dog: They're all gonna go up in flames.

(Alpha smirks as the fans in the background are chanting "Cena Sucks", "Cena Sucks", "Cena Sucks." We go back to ringside.)

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Rampage vs. Kurt Kaoss

(The match starts and right off the bat, the two big men begin to exchange punches with each other. Rampage gives Kaoss a kick to the stomach but Kurt comes right back, nailing him with an uppercut right to the jaw. Kaoss gives him another shot and staggers Rampage back into the corner. Kaoss begins to lay into him with a barrage of kicks and right hand shots, trying to wear Rampage down. Kaoss grabs him and takes him over to another corner and slams Rampage’s head off of the top turnbuckle. Rampage retaliates with a elbow into the mouth of Kaoss, backing him off. When Kaoss turns around, Rampage capitalizes with a big head butt, staggering Kaoss. Rampage delivers a big knife edge chop to Kaoss and Kaoss slumps into the corner. Rampage goes to throw a punch but Kaoss blocks it and lands a right of his own. Kaoss delivers a boot to the midsection and nails Rampage with another right hand shot.)

Art Campbell: We knew this match wasn’t going to be pretty at all. This is going to be nothing but a drag out, brawl.

Sid Carmack: The referee better check on Kaoss. Those are closed fists!

Art Campbell: Oh right, and Rampage’s weren’t?

Sid Carmack: Of course not.

Art Campbell: Right.

(Before Kaoss can gain too much momentum, Rampage nails Kurt with another big head butt that cuts the big man off. Kurt, though, shakes it off and delivers a head butt of his own, that sends Rampage back a few steps. Kurt grabs him and attempts to send him into the corner but Rampage reverses it, sending Kaoss into the corner. Rampage charge at Kaoss but Kurt gets an elbow up into the face of Rampage. Rampage takes a few steps back and Kaoss runs at him, going for a clothesline but Rampage catches him in a hugging position. He then lifts him up and slams him down with a belly to bell suplex.)

Sid Carmack: Did you see that, Art!? Did you see the strength!

Art Campbell: I sure did. Not many people can lay claim to being able to lift the big Kurt Kaoss off his feet.

Sid Carmack: That was great!

Art Campbell: It was impressive, no doubt.

(Kaoss begins to sit up but Rampage delivers a stiff kick to the chest, sending him back down. Rampage bounces off the ropes and then connects with a diving head butt to Kaoss. Rampage begins to get Kaoss up but Kurt starts to fight back with some punches. Kurt runs into the ropes but as he comes off the ropes, Rampage nails him with clothesline. Rampage grabs Kaoss and drapes his neck over the middle rope. Rampage then begins to put pressure on the back of his neck, choking him on the rope.)

Art Campbell: You were outraged when Kaoss use some “closed fists”, as you said. But you won’t say nothing about this?

Sid Carmack: I don’t see anything wrong.

Art Campbell: Of course you don’t.

(The ref counts to 4 before Rampage finally releases the choke. Rampage gets Kaoss of the ropes and attempts to Irish whip him but Kaoss reverses it, sending Rampage into the ropes. As he comes off the ropes, Kaoss nails him with a big boot to the mouth. Kaoss goes for the pin …)

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Art Campbell: And a near fall there for Kurt Kaoss after a big boot to that rocked Rampage.

Sid Carmack: NR has been around how long now? You know it’s going to take more to keep a guy like Rampage down.

(Kaoss begins to get Rampage back to his feet but Rampage drives his head into the stomach of Kaoss. Rampage then grabs him and plants him with a DDT. Rampage gets to his feet and gives Kaoss a stiff kick to the ribs before getting him to his feet. Rampage pushes Kurt into the corner. Rampage then begins to lay into him with some chops to the chest of Kaoss. Kurt begins to fight back, though, nailing him with some punches to the jaw. Before he can going too much, Rampage gives him a rake to the eyes.)

Art Campbell: Well, another dirty move there by Rampage.

Sid Carmack: Dirty?! Kaoss was hitting him with those closed fists again! He was just getting even.

Art Campbell: Would you stop!

(Rampage brings him out of the corner and then plants him down with a Russian leg sweep. Rampage backs into the ropes and then lands an elbow drop into the heart of Kaoss. Rampage goes for the pin …)

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Sid Carmack: Aw, come on! That was a slow count!

Art Campbell: Are you kidding me? That was clearly a 2 count!

Sid Carmack: This ref is just bias. Look at all the stuff he’s letting Kaoss get away with. And now this obvious slow count.

Art Campbell: Sorry, ladies and gentlemen. My partner drank a big cup of stupid this morning. Just bear with him.

Sid Carmack: Hey!

(Rampage gets Kaoss to his hands and knees and then begins to dive his knee into the head of Kaoss. He begins to then wear Kurt down with some punches. Rampage brings Kaoss to his feet and sends him into the corner. Rampage charges and sandwiches Kaoss into the corner. Kurt stumbles out of the corner and falls through the ropes and to the floor, outside the ring.)

Art Campbell: Rampage really seems to have Kaoss on the ropes, here in this match right now.

Sid Carmack: Of course he does. Rampage is beating him now, just like Necessary Roughness is gonna beat Damage Inc. at Retribution!

Art Campbell: Well that remains to be seen at this point. And it’s still too premature to predict who’s even going to win this match. The tide has turned several times throughout the match.

(Rampage goes to the outside of the ring and waits for Kurt to get to his feet. Once he does, Rampage charges, going for a clothesline but Kaoss moves and Rampage runs into the steel ring post. Kaoss comes up from behind him and grabs Rampage. He takes him over to the steel steps and slams his head off of them. Kurt then rolls him back into the ring but keeps his head hanging over the ring apron. Kaoss takes a couple steps back and then drives his elbow into the throat of Rampage. Kaoss goes back to where he was before and once again, drives his elbow into the throat of Rampage.)

Sid Carmack: Hey ref! Get in there and stop that mad man!

Art Campbell: We knew this was going to be an all out fight and boy oh boy that it has been.

(Kaoss slides into the ring and gets Rampage back up to his feet. He pushes Rampage into the corner and then climbs up to the second rope and begins to nail him with some punches.)

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(Kaoss gets down off of the ropes and then lays into him with an open palmed chop to the chest. Kaoss gives then gives him a head butt and then follows it up with a back elbow into the face of Rampage. Kaoss goes to the opposite side of the ring and then charges and connects with a clothesline into the corner, on Rampage. Kaoss goes back across to the other side of the ring and again charges and connects with another clothesline into the corner. Kurt brings him out of the corner and then attempts to send him into the ropes but Rampage finds enough strength to reverse it and send Kaoss into the ropes. As he comes off the ropes, Rampage does a low dropkick to the knee of Kaoss, sending him down to the mat.)

Sid Carmack: Haha! That’ll derail him!

Art Campbell: It sure will. This might be the opening Rampage needs if he wants to get back into this match with Kaoss.

(Rampage tries to get Kaoss up for the “Outrage” but he’s just too big and Rampage collapses with Kaoss landing on top of him. Kurt hooks a leg for a pin …)

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Art Campbell: I thought it was over! There’s no way Rampage is going to get Kurt Kaoss up for that move.

Sid Carmack: Rampage might have a few cracked ribs! The ref should stop the match out of concern for Rampage’s health.

Art Campbell: Oh, yeah right.

(Kaoss begins to get up, while getting Rampage up to his feet as well but Rampage gives Kurt a big rake to the eyes. Rampage then grabs him and sends him into the corner. Rampage charges at Kaoss but Kurt moves out of the way in time and Rampage goes crashing into the corner. Kaoss comes up from behind him and lifts him up for a back suplex.)

Art Campbell: He got him up!

Sid Carmack: What?! How!!

(Kaoss waits for Rampage to get back to his feet and once he does, Kaoss goes into the ropes. As he comes at Rampage, he catches Kaoss with a rocking right hand that stops Kaoss in his tracks. Rampage then takes him down with a clothesline. Rampage then goes over to the corner and goes to the second rope.)

Art Campbell: Uh oh, what does Rampage have in mind here.

Sid Carmack: Whatever it is, it WON’T be good for Kaoss!

(Kurt gets up to his feet and turns around, in the direction of Rampage. Rampage leaps off with an ax handle smash but Kurt puts his hand up and grabs Rampage by the throat. He then, barely, gets him up and plants him with “The Kaotic Krash.” Kurt hooks the leg for a pin …)

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Art Campbell: He did it! Kaoss wins!

Sid Carmack: Damnit! He cheated somehow!

Art Campbell: He did not! He capitalize on Rampage going out of his element. Kaoss forced Rampage to go out of his comfort zone to try and take Kaoss out of the match but it didn’t pay off.

Sid Carmack: I think he was choking him. That’s cheating!

Art Campbell: You’re ridiculous. You really are. Anyways, a big win for Kurt, going into his tag match with his partner, Laura as they will be facing Necessary Roughness. I can’t WAIT for that match!

Winner: Kurt Kaoss via pinfall.

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(We cut to the backstage where we see Dave Diamond sitting in his locker room, talking  to Magnus about something. Suddenly the door swings open, and Trisha Lee Moore barges in, already screaming.)

Trisha Lee Moore: What the hell is going on here with your show? Do you have any control at all you fat fu-

(She is cut off on her path to Dave by Magnus, and Dave stays right behind Magnus.)

Trisha Lee Moore: Stop being a little pansy and step out from behind your “body guard”.

Dave Diamond: I suggest instead of coming in here and running your mouth, you tell me what it is you want before I have your ass thrown out of my locker room, or my building in general!

(Trisha looks at Dave hiding behind Brock and shakes her head.)

Trisha Lee Moore: Don’t you EVER threaten me, because I can walk right out of here without a second thought. Now look, you certainly saw what Marcus Redd did to me earlier an-

Dave Diamond: Yes I did and I will deal with him on my own time and on my own terms. Is that all?

(Trisha looks at Dave furiously for cutting her off.)

Trisha Lee Moore: No… that is not all. Last week that little fairy Chaz Holiday did something that NOBODY does to me, gay or not, and that’s slap my ass. Now I’m not asking Dave, I’m DEMANDING that you add me to the Chaz Holiday vs. Blade match at the PPV!

Dave Diamond: Well first of all Mrs. Moore, you don’t demand ANYTHING from me anymore. Secondly, I’m actually going to grant you your request, just because I’m hopping Chaz does the same thing he did last week again at the PPV.

Trisha Lee Moore: Well he won’t because I’ll break his ha-

Dave Diamond: Alright I have things to do, you know where the door is.

(Dave sits down and goes back to work, and TLM stands there shocked.)

Trisha Lee Moore: Hey I’m not done with you…

(Dave just continues working, and Trisha FLIPS.)

Trisha Lee Moore: DO NOT IGNORE ME!

(Dave doesn’t answer, and Lee Moore looks at Magnus, then lets out a loud sigh and storms out as we go back to ringside.)

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Tune in on July 4th, live on Pay-Per-View, to catch PWSX's: Road To Redemption!

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Alamar Aguston vs. Marcus Redd

(Lockup returns from commercial with a shot of the fans standing up in anticipation of the main event, when suddenly, for no obvious reason, the now familiar wailing guitar solo of “Smokers Outside The Hospital Doors” starts blaring loudly through the speakers and rapidly kills off all the fans cheers as El Incendio walks back down the aisle to the ring, heads around to the announcers side and starts saying something in Skylar Mosier’s ear, taking a mic from the table alongside her)

Art Campbell: Do not adjust your sets ladies and gentlemen ... that is El Incendio making his way to the ring again. Yes, our planned main event is still scheduled to take place momentarily, once somebody gets this yapping twit out of the ring.

Sid Carmack: How dare you talk about El Incendio like that?!

Art Campbell: Easily ... he’s an ass!

Skylar Mosier: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome your guest ring announcer for tonight’s main event match – former PWSX Television Champion and the 2009 PWS King of X-Treme, El Incendio!

Art Campbell: GUEST RING ANNOUNCER?! What .... why?!

Sid Carmack: Well why not Art? He’s a far more accomplished public speaker than that dozy woman anyway –

Art Campbell: THAT’S BECAUSE HE NEVER STOPS TALKING!

(Incendio steps into the ring and gets booed by the audience loudly as he lifts his mic up, smirking arrogantly again, and begins his introductions)

El Incendio: Ladies, gentlemen and idiots of the Syracuse – please give a warm New York welcome to your special guest timekeeper for tonight’s match. He is the only man in PWSmarks history to win the grandslam ... he is one third of the greatest faction ever to grace a PWS ring ... he is the man who will destroy Marcus Redd on Sunday night. Your one and only Intercontinental Champion ... TONY ANGEL!!!

Art Campbell: Would somebody PLEASE explain to me why we need a guest timekeeper?! Especially that bald-headed psychopath! This is not fair Sid ... how can it be? Marcus Redd has got to worry about Angel and Incendio sitting out here at ringside! He’s already been assaulted by Angel’s security tonight!

Sid Carmack: Don’t worry about it Art ... just do your job

Art Campbell: My job, jackass, is to call wrestling matches WITHOUT BIAS! Would you please get that through your receeding hairline into your thick elderly brain? Christ almighty! Bring back Adam Reynolds!

(Incendio waits for Angel to take his seat at ringside next to the ringbell, with the fans still booing loudly. He then continues the pre-match announcements)

El Incendio: And introducing next, he is an all-time PWS legend. One of the greatest wrestlers in this company’s history ... and the last PWSR rep in this year’s Rumble match. He is the man who almost ended Josiah Cena’s career, who reached the King of the Ring final last year – and won the biggest championship of them all on the worlds grandest stage. Ladies and gentlemen, the current PWSR World Champion ... and your special guest referee for this contest ... THE REV!!!!

Art Campbell: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! Who the hell did they have to blow backstage to get this ridiculous set of stipulations authorised?!

(The Rev appears on the ramp in his black and white striped referees shirt and starts walking to the ring. The fans become incredibly pissed off and throw more litter towards the ring. “Lose Yourself” by Eminem starts playing and Marcus Redd heads down the aisle, to raucous cheers)

El Incendio: Introducing first ... the former Intercontinental and No-Limits champion, the man who currently has nothing at all to be proud of. A man who lives in the past, who harps on about past glories rather than looking to reach the top today. A lousy, hideous, wretched individual constantly a step or two away from greatness. A low-life thug with his pants around his ankles who always falls at the final hurdle and then blames everyone else for it ... ladies and gentlemen .... this man represents everything that is wrong with society today. He is the one, and thankfully only, Marcus Redd!

(Redd gets into the ring and runs to hit Incendio, but Rev steps in the way and threatens to rule the match a forfeit if he does. Incendio continues his announcing as “Broken Dreams” plays on the speaker system and the fans continue booing)

El Incendio: And his opponent, from the repulsive former dictatorship of Madrid, Spain – he weighs in tonight at an outstandingly average 250 pounds. He is the man who rode the success of Tony Angel all the way to the top in the PWSX ...a worthless individual who looks completely lost on his own. A tedious, dull Spanish prick who has absolutely no chance of ever winning the PWSR world title ... but above all ... the man who we beat the shit out of two weeks ago. Idiots of Syracuse, this ... is Alamar Aguston!

(Alamar runs down to the ring and Rev quickly calls for the bell to start the match. Alamar tries to throw a punch at Rev, but Redd dives at him and starts to pound him with hard right hands on the mat. Aguston rolls over and gets on top of Redd, strangling him with his bare hands, trying to choke the life out of Marcus)

Art Campbell: Hey Rev ... isn’t that an illegal choke?!

Sid Carmack: That’s some kind of ancient martial arts hold Art, like a rear naked choke –

Art Campbell: SID! Alamar’s hands are wrapped around Redd’s throat and he’s SQUEEZING ... that is quite clearly not a rear naked choke!

(Rev leans back in the corner watching with interest as Alamar continues choking Redd out. Redd grabs the ropes to break the hold, at which point Rev turns around and starts talking to Angel at ringside, leaving Redd screaming for help. Eventually he manages to scramble under the bottom rope to the floor. Redd walks around the outside of the ring and throws a punch at Tony Angel, knocking the IC Champion to the floor in surprise to huge cheers from the crowd. As Redd gets back in the ring, he charges at Alamar and rolls him up with an inside cradle. Rev tries to fast-count Alamar’s shoulders down)

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Art Campbell: What the hell was that?!

Sid Carmack: That was a near fall Art ... you of all people should know that after 75 years in the business –

Art Campbell: 32 actually, and could The Rev have possibly counted any faster there?!

(Alamar hops back to his feet and gets right in Rev’s face, screaming abuse at him. Redd suddenly grabs him from behind again, spins him around and nails a massive DDT, driving Alamar face-first into the mat. Redd springboards up to the second rope and flies off with a leg-drop right across the throat of Aguston, leaving him rolling over in pain as Rev laughs in the corner. Redd stares right at Rev angrily and he quickly shuts up. Redd kicks Alamar under the bottom rope to the apron and then steps out between the ropes. Redd scoops Alamar up for a Tiger Driver on the apron, but Alamar counters into a back body drop, sending Redd flying across the ring steps to the floor. Angel walks around to where Redd is laying and starts screaming in his face)

Art Campbell: Oh how disrespectful! I can’t wait to see what happens when Marcus Redd gets in the ring with Tony Angel at Retribution folks ... I hope to God that Redd beats the holy hell out of Tony Angel once and for all.

Sid Carmack: Calm down Art ... you’ve been on edge a bit tonight!

Art Campbell: In all my years –

Sid Carmack: 75?

Art Campbell: I have never seen anything as irritating as what we have witnessed here tonight! If you’re just tuning in ladies and gentlemen, The Rev and his merry band of idiots have hijacked this episode of PWSR Lockup!

(Redd gets up and dives straight back in the ring before Rev can think about counting him out, then rolls back to the outside. Marcus charges at Alamar and goes for a clothesline, Alamar ducks and sends him running into the post, then catches him as he bounces back with an arm drag. Redd gets back to his feet clutching his arm in pain and Alamar tries to toss him into the steps again. Redd leaps up onto the top step and pulls off a moonsault which floors Alamar and sends the fans wild again)

Art Campbell: Dios Mio! What athleticism from Marcus Redd! If he can do that against Tony Angel on Sunday, and the whole world will be hoping he can, he’ll win that Intercontinental title back at Fenway Park! And the twist to that whole scenario folks – the fans will be bringing the weapons.

Sid Carmack: It’s not going to make a damn bit of difference Art ... 45,000 idiots can’t influence someone as talented as Tony Angel –

Art Campbell: WILL YOU STOP?! I hope to God one of the fans behind us on Sunday night brings some duct tape and wraps it around your obnoxious toxic mouth!

(Redd tosses Alamar back into the ring and pins him, Rev counts)

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KICKOUT!

(Alamar leaps up and drags Redd into the corner, bashing his head against the turnbuckle several times and then climbing up to the second rope to nail Redd with a series of punches as Angel counts along at ringside instead of the fans, who are booing. Redd counters and drags Aguston down into an inverse atomic drop, sends him crashing shoulder-first into the post and then catches him with a schoolboy roll-up)

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KICKOUT!

Art Campbell: Great counter by Marcus Redd – and a nice schoolboy roll-up!

Sid Carmack: Who decided to name a move which involves catching someone by surprise from behind, putting your hand in their crotch and holding them to the floor against their will “the schoolboy”? That’s just wrong!

Art Campbell: I .... actually Sid, I have no idea! That’s a good question though.

(Redd drags Alamar back up and sets him in position to hit his tiger driver again, but Alamar ducks down and catches the leg, tripping Redd down into an ankle lock. Alamar cranks up the pressure and Redd fights to make it to the ropes, which he eventually does, but Angel jumps off his seat, pushes Redd’s hands off the rope and Aguston drags him back to the middle of the ring)

Art Campbell: THIS IS BEYOND RIDICULOUS!

(As Aguston is dragging Redd back, Redd manages to roll through and catch Alamar in an inside cradle. Rev counts the pinfall again)

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3?! NO! KICKOUT!

Sid Carmack: Oh, another near fall!

(Alamar rolls to the outside again and finds himself being confronted by Incendio, causing a distraction which allows Redd to reach over the ropes and grab Aguston by the throat, dragging him up to the apron. Redd drags a stunned Aguston into the ring and nails him with Da Papermaker! Redd goes for the pin. Rev starts counting ... slowly)

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2.9999! KICKOUT!

Art Campbell: Alamar Aguston kicks out! Marcus Redd is livid!

(Redd stands up and gets right in Rev’s face, screaming about the slow count, and starts gesticulating furiously at him. Redd leans over the ropes in Rev’s face pointing at Angel and yelling at him. Redd raises his fist threatening the world champion. Suddenly,  Rev  drops to the mat holding his face, and Angel rings the bell)

Art Campbell: WHAT THE F**KING HELL WAS THAT?!

Sid Carmack: I think Marcus Redd just struck an official Art ... he should know by now he can’t do that! You can’t just go around hitting referees and expect to get away with it!

Art Campbell: You have got to be kidding me! Redd never even touched him for crying out loud!

Sid Carmack: The referee’s decision is final, Art.

Art Campbell: THE REFEREE IS AN IDIOT!

(The fans stand up and start screaming abuse at the situation going on in the ring as Incendio makes the official announcement)

El Incendio: Ladies and gentlemen, as a result of excessive physical abuse of a PWSR official – Marcus Redd has been disqualified! Therefore the winner of this match, Alamar Aguston!

Art Campbell: This makes me sick Sid, I actually feel ... physically ill.

(Marcus Redd rolls out of the ring with a look of disbelief on his face and dives right on top of Tony Angel, knocking him backwards and hammering him with hard punches as the crowd explodes cheering again. Redd reaches under the ring and grabs his patented electric guitar and stands behind Angel, waiting for him to get up)

Sid Carmack: Don’t do it Redd!

Art Campbell: DO IT! CRACK HIS HEAD OPEN ... FOR THE LOVE OF GOD ... DO IT!

(Angel gets to his feet slowly and turns around, with a look of panic as he sees Redd swinging the guitar towards his head. Redd flattens Angel with an almighty crash which smashes the guitar, sending bits of guitar strings flying everywhere. Angel lays flat on the ground with blood pouring out of his head as Redd stands over him holding the broken guitar up)

Art Campbell: THERE IS A GOD!

Sid Carmack: This is heinous Art ... how can you cheer for this?! Poor Tony Angel!

Art Campbell: This is payback ... this is exactly what that bastard Angel deserves .... this is retribution! And I swear, this Sunday night at Retribution, all hell is going to break loose!

Sid Carmack: It already is here ... we’ve got chaos at ringside. Marcus Redd has destroyed the Intercontinental Champion! El Incendio has ran off somewhere ... Alamar seems to have gone backstage and left The Rev standing in the ring ... what a chaotic end to –

(The Rev leans over and grabs his microphone again as Redd hauls Angel onto his shoulders and drags him up through the crowd. Redd stands on the steps of the arena with a  bloodied Tony Angel and asks one of the fans for a steel chair. The fan hands his seat to Redd, who blasts Angel across the face with it to a massive cheer from the crowd all around him)

Art Campbell: FANS BRING THE WEAPONS! This is just a taste of what we’re in store for Sunday night at Retribution!

Sid Carmack: This makes me ill ... how can these people collaborate with someone like Marcus Redd?!

The Rev: Ladies and Gentlemen .... Thank you! Thank you all for coming tonight to this wonderful celebration of everything that’s right with the world. Thank you for spending your hard earned money to come to this building tonight and watch ME – it really means a lot. I know you all want to see me getting my ass kicked, but don’t worry, you can. All you have to do is call your local cable provider and tell them that you want PWSR Retribution!

(The fans start booing Rev again for his blatant commercialism. Suddenly, as Rev is taunting the fans, Alamar comes speeding back down the entrance ramp, dives into the ring and blasts Rev from behind, knocking him down. The fans start cheering as Alamar unleashes a barrage of punches and kicks on Rev, who tries to roll away but can’t, and continues taking a beating from the #1 contender)

Art Campbell: YES! I never thought I would find myself cheering for Alamar Aguston .... but this is great! Rev’s appreciation night has backfired horribly right at the end! That man ... Alamar Aguston ... the number one contender ... has crashed the party at last! Our world champion has just been embarrassed on his own big night!

Sid Carmack: The Rev is going to DESTROY Alamar for this!

Art Campbell: Redd and Angel are brawling in the crowd! Alamar Aguston has destroyed the world champion! MY GOD ... WHAT THE HELL IS GOING TO HAPPEN THIS SUNDAY AT RETRIBUTION?!!!

(Lockup fades to black with Art screaming)

Winner: Alamar Aguston via DQ.

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