Tag Team Match
Necessary Roughness vs. Damage Inc.

Skylar: This next match is scheduled for one fall. Making their way to the ring first, at a combined weight of 522 pounds, Laura Phoenix and Kurt Kaoss, DAMAGE INC!

( “Hell Yeah” by Rev Theory hits, and the fans begin to cheer as Kurt and Laura both make their way out onto the ramp way.)

AC: And here we go, this match is promised to be one of the most brutal matches tonight.

SC: Damn right, this has turned person-

(Suddenly from behind Big Boss and Rampage come from behind, knocking both Laura and Kurt off their feet. Big Boss goes after Kurt while Rampage grabs Laura by the hair, and shoves her head first into the ring post, sending her down.)

AC: Oh come on… this is just great.

SC: Yes it is! Brilliant by NR!

(We see NR’s new manager Toa right behind them, cheering them on, guiding them in their attack. Big Boss tosses Kurt into the ring and rolls in as Rampage hits one more boot on Phoenix before going over and onto his corner. The bell rings as Phoenix slowly tries to get up on the outside. On the inside, Boss begins to drill hard forearm shots to the back of Kaoss as he tries to get to his feet. Boss grabs Kurt by the hair, and pulls him up and into the corner. Boss then begins to light up Kurt with right hands, using his massive size to keep Kurt pressed into the corner, the ref trying to pull Boss off of him)

AC: Get them out of the corner ref!

SC: NO! Just let them go, these two teams want to destroy each other, I say let them!

(Boss pulls Kurt out of the corner and pushes him back into NR’s corner, tagging in Rampage. Boss holds Kurt into the corner as Rampage backs up, and charges. Boss moves out of the way at the last second, leaving Kurt right in line to be drilled by the oncoming Rampage.)

SC: I don’t care how big Kurt is. Over 300 pounds running into him is going to cause a whole hell of a lot of pain.

(Kurt slumps a little in the corner, and Rampage begins to drill a few right hands to the head until the ref finally pulls him out of the corner. Rampage shrugs off the ref, and tags in Boss. They do the same thing, but this time Rampage holds Kurt as Boss backs up, and charges, flattening Kurt in the corner. Rampage gets out of the ring, and Boss turns to Phoenix. He points at her and yells ‘You’re next!’ and she flips him off, and he just smirks.)

AC: Kurt’s in a bad way here right now.

SC: Good, how’s he like it now that he’s not the one throwing his weight around and bullying people?

AC: It was a sneak attack! NR Attacked these two from-

SC: Oh get over your excuses. There’s a reason NR was tag champs for so long, and they’re showing that reason.

(Boss goes over to Phoenix and says “ONE MORE TIME” before turning back and charging Kurt. However this time Kurt gets out of the way as Boss goes chest first into the turn post. Kurt stumbles over to his corner and quickly tags in Laura Phoenix, and the fans go wild.)

SC: Well Kurt was in a bad way, but why on earth would you tag in Laura Phoenix against these two monsters?

AC: Laura proved last week that she’s more then capable of taking care of herself against a big man!

SC: Whatever, I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.

(Laura quickly gets into the ring as Boss turns trying to shake the cobwebs. Boss turns around and begins to head towards Phoenix, but she quickly hits him with a stiff dropkick to the knee. Boss goes down to one knee, but quickly stands back up. However the second he does, she dropkicks him again in the knee. This time Boss stays on his knee, and Laura looks at him, and smacks him in the face.)

AC: Yes, it looks like she’s terrified of them.

SC: Well she will be when they CRUSH her.

(The slap seems to wake Boss up, as he furiously stands up. Laura then drops to the mat, and rolls out of the ring.)

SC: HA! I KNEW SHE WAS SCARED OF HIM!

(Boss rolls out of the ring, and Laura begins to run. Boss slightly confused begins to chase her around the side of the ring. Laura turns a corner, and Boss does as well, but runs right into a big boot by Kurt Kaoss, sending Boss down hard.)

AC: Scared? No. Boss just ran right into their trap!

SC: A CHEAP… ILLEGIAL shot by Kaoss and you’re all over it. Hypocrite.

(Kaoss helps Laura lift the big man back into the ring, and Laura rolls in after him and pins.)

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Kickout!

(Laura gets to her feet when Boss kicks out, and begins to stalk him as he gets up. Boss uses the ropes and finally gets to his feet, but the moment he does Laura kicks him in the hamstring, and hits him with a rough neck breaker and pins him once again.)

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Kickout!

(Phoenix shakes her head and yells “Now you’ve done it!” and tags in a very angry Kurt Kaoss.)

AC: And back in comes Kurt, and he doesn’t look to be in a good mood!

SC: Of course he’s not in a good mood Art, the last time he was in the ring he got his ass handed to him!

AC: Well this time the boots on the other foot. Boss is done and out, and I don’t think Kurt’s going to be helping that situation.

(Kurt shakes his head as Boss turns around, and drills him with a stiff right hand that sends Boss stumbling into the corner. Kurt then smirks and backs up, before charging and sandwiching Boss into the corner like they did to him moments ago.)

AC: Well turn about is fair play Sid, Kurt squashing Big Boss!

SC: I feel bad for Big Boss. I wouldn’t want that fat, disgusting, Hillbilly, inbr-

AC: We get it.

(Kurt backs up as Boss falls to his knees. Kurt takes a step back, and Kaoss drills Boss in the skull with a boot, sending him down to the mat. Kurt then rolls him over and goes for the pin.)

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Rampage slides in and breaks it up.

(Laura hops in to even the score, but the Rampage drills her with a knee as she tries to get in, sending her down to the mat below. Rampage turns around, only to get a clothesline by Kurt, knocking him out of the ring.)

AC: Things are starting to break down here.

SC: Like they should in a personal battle such as this!

(Kurt turns around and runs right into a big right hand from Boss. Boss then whips Kurt into the ropes, and when Kurt comes off them Boss locks him into a quick headlock.)

SC: There we go, put him to sleep and pin his ass!

(Kurt tries to fight out of it, but begins to fade quickly. Boss keeps it locked in tighter, and Kurt starts to drop down to one knee, then both. The ref lifts his hand once and drops it.)

Ref: 1!

SC: There’s a one…

(The ref lists his arm again, and drops it again.)

Ref: 2!

AC: There’s 2... One more and NR will win this match.

(He lifts it for a third time, but Kaoss keeps his arm up.)

AC: NO! He keeps the arm up.

(Kurt begins to fight his way up to his feet, and Kaoss drills Boss with an elbow to the gut. He hit’s a few more, and pushes Boss into the ropes. However both men have the same idea and both go for a clothesline, taking them both down to the mat.)

AC: And both men down! What a match this has been!

(The ref begins his count.)

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SC: I don’t know if they’ll be getting up…

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(Both begin to crawl towards their respected corners.)

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(Both men make they tag!)

AC: THERE IT IS! Tag on each side, and now business is going to pick up!

(Laura and Rampage get in, and Rampage charges for a clothesline. However Laura ducks it and when Rampage turns she hit’s a spinning heel kick that sends Rampage stumbling back into the corner. Phoenix then climbs up and begins to rain down right hands to the skull of Rampage.)

AC: Phoenix on fire here!

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(She hops down.)

SC: That should be a DQ right there!

(Suddenly out of nowhere Big Boss gets in and charges Phoenix, but Kurt Kaoss cuts him off with a powerful running shoulder tackle. Both men go down, and roll out of the ring.)

AC: WOW! Can you say IMPACT!?

(However during the distraction Rampage capitalizes, spinning Laura around. He then lifts her up into a military press and just holds her there. He looks out at the fans talking trash, saying it’s all over now.)

SC: YES! DRILL HER!

AC: …

SC: I know… poor choice of words.

AC: Come on, put her down! Don’t do this…

SC: Oh he’ll put her down Art… just not the way you want him to.

(However Phoenix wiggles out of it, and drops to her feet behind Rampage. Rampage turns, and runs directly into the Kick To Damnation by Phoenix!!)

SC: NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

AC: KTD! KTD!

(Laura rolls onto him and hooks the leg!)

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SC: DAMNIT!

AC: THEY DID IT! DAMAGE INC HAS WON HERE TONIGHT. What a match.

Skylar: Winners of this match, the team of Laura Phoenix and Kurt Kaoss, DAMAGE INC!

(Kurt rolls back into the ring and goes up to Phoenix, raising her hand.)

SC: This is horrible.

(Suddenly on the outside, NR both grab a chair and roll in behind Laura and Kurt.)

AC: HEY! Someone get NR out of there!

SC: DO IT! Lay them ou-

(They get up with their chairs, but suddenly the lights go out.)

AC: What the?

SC: Someone get the lights back on!

(After a few moments, the lights come back on. Laura and Kurt stand unharmed, but NR are both laid out. And straight across them on the apron we see the guy in all black from last week.)

SC: WHO IS THAT!? Get him out of here!

AC: It doesn’t look like Kurt knows who it is either!

(They face off across the ring, but Security begins to rush the ring, and the man in black takes off through the fans.)

AC: What the hell is going on here tonight?

SC: I don’t know… these Boston crowds are always crazy, I think it rubs off on our shows!

AC: Would you stop it!?

SC: Probably not.

Winners: Damage Inc. via pinfall.

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(We cut backstage where we see Lenny Jennings with Miss Puppies, who is wearing a Lakers jersey and a LA Lakers championship ball cap. She has a smug smile on her face, with the Ladies Title slung over her shoulder.)

Lenny Jennings: Um, first off Miss Puppies, what’s with the get up?

Miss Puppies: Well that’s a stupid question to start with. I’m a champion, you idiot. So it only makes sense to dress like a champion. Get it now?

Lenny Jennings: Loud and clear. So, why did you request this time?

Miss Puppies: Because, I’ve once again, been left off of a show. I mean, I’m the freakin’ Ladies Champion. What do I have to do to get a match around here?

Lenny Jennings: I don’t know I-

Miss Puppies: Shut up. That was a rhetorical question.

(Lenny nods his head.)

Miss Puppies: Rest assure though, Lenny. In my match against Blade on Lock Up, I’m going to make sure they can no longer over look me, by beating one of their male superstars. Dave will have no option than to utilize me.

Lenny Jennings: So I take it you’re feeling a little disrespected?

Miss Puppies: A little? That worthless piece of crap, Blade even got a match. It’s like a slap to my face. Well I’m not taking it anymore. I’m going to make everyone remember my name. Even if I have to stamp it on their forehead myself.

(Miss Puppies walks off, out of the scene. Lenny looks back at the camera.)

Lenny Jennings: Well you hear her, folks. Back to you guys at ringside.

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PWSR No Limits Championship
Boston Street Fight
The Alpha Dog vs. Josiah Cena (c)

(The camera pans around Fenway Park showing all the fans screaming in anticipation of the next match, as a graphic for it appears on the entrance set above the Green Monster. Loud chanting breaks out in the stands as Skylar makes her way into the ring to conduct the announcements)

Skylar Mosier: Ladies and gentlemen, this next bout scheduled for one fall - is for the PWSR No Limits Championship …. And it is a Boston City Streetfight!

(“Wrong or right” by DMX starts playing in the stadium and the fans become incensed as The Alpha Dog walks out down the ramp wearing a Los Angeles Lakers jersey, which almost starts a riot amongst the live crowd. He walks slowly around the ring, spotting the Celtics players in the front row and goes over to yell at them for being “losers”, before jumping into the ring and standing right in the middle looking up towards the stage)

Art Campbell: The Alpha Dog could cause trouble in an empty building Sid … is there no lengths this man won’t go to in order to be trite and obnoxious?

Sid Carmack: That’s what he does best Art, much like yourself -

Art Campbell: WHAT?! You’re the loudmouthed tit of the broadcast team!

(As Alpha stands there being booed, suddenly the familiar chorus of “Remember The Name” by Fort Minor blares out all around Fenway Park and the entire audience leaps to their feet screaming and cheering as they all wave Cena signs around, the crowd being a vast see of Boston locals wearing Cena t-shirts and merchandise. Josiah Cena emerges at the top of the ramp and poses for the crowd as an enormous pyro display fires up behind him and all the way around the top of the stadium)

Art Campbell: MY GOD WHAT AN OVATION! The roof just exploded off of Fenway Park …. well … it would’ve done if there was a roof! There are 36,000 people packed into this famous stadium tonight to see their hometown hero defend his championship and last time Cena was here in Boston at a PWSR event of course, he won the Tag Team Championships with Makua Koa -

Sid Carmack: The city of Boston may have been successful for its hometown boy in the past Art - but not tonight! I just got a feeling Alpha is going to walk out of here with the win …

Art Campbell: Sid Carmack, ever the unbiased announcer, picks Alpha Dog to win a match - to the surprise of absolutely nobody I expect.

(Cena runs down the ramp and jumps into the ring, holding the title up for the fans to see before Skylar starts her introduction)

Skylar Mosier: Introducing first the challenger, from Detroit Michigan, weighing in at 275 pounds … The Alpha Dog!

(Alpha’s name being read out gets greeted by unanimous booing from the crowd)

Skylar Mosier: His opponent, from right here in Boston Massachusetts! He weighs in this evening at an impressive 256 pounds …. The reigning No-Limits Champion and your hometown hero … ladies and gentlemen -
(Before Skylar can call Cena’s name out, Alpha runs over and swiftly kicks Cena right in the nuts sending him falling down to the mat in agony and leaving Alpha standing over him taunting the crowd. Referee Dave Robinson rings the bell to start the match)

Crowd: FUCK YOU ALPHA! FUCK YOU ALPHA!

Sid Carmack: Nice to see these lowlife idiots in Boston embarrassing themselves again, saying such things to a former 2-time world champion!

Art Campbell: WILL YOU STOP?! He just kicked their hometown hero right in the balls during the introductions …. frankly I agree with the people of Boston!

Sid Carmack: Yeah well you would, wouldn’t you?

(Alpha continues soaking up the abuse of the crowd and turns around to shout at them, turning his back on Cena disrespectfully. Suddenly the whole building erupts in cheers as Cena gets back to his feet, runs over and punts Alpha right between the legs whilst he’s not looking, causing him to fall down and roll out of the ring in pain)

Art Campbell: 1-1!

Sid Carmack: This is an outrage! Cena just kicked Alpha Dog in the nuts … how can these people cheer for something like this? How can the referee allow a crime, an assault, like that to be committed in  a wrestling ring?!

Art Campbell: So it’s alright for Alpha to kick Cena in the nuts but not the other way around? Is that your unbiased analysis of this match?! Really?!

Sid Carmack: Well of course …. Alpha was just trying to save the next generation from any retarded Cena kids!

Art Campbell: Good lord!

(Alpha reaches underneath the ring and grabs a steel chair, Cena comes out after him and Alpha swings the chair up, Cena ducks and Alpha pulls himself up to his feet. Cena aims to dropkick the chair away but Alpha connects this time and blasts Josiah right around the ankles with it, causing him to go down holding his leg. Alpha picks the chair up and begins nailing Cena across the back with hard shots, bending the chair against his spine and leaving the champion screaming on the floor)

Art Campbell: Those chairs aren’t soft folks, that’s solid steel … and that must be crippling for poor Cena!

Sid Carmack: If they were made of anything less than steel Art, they’d definitely collapse when you sat on them -

Art Campbell: It’s at times like this I wonder if Jake Ryland would like to kindly take my job Sid!

(The Alpha Dog reaches down and grabs Cena’s ankle, ramming it hard into the floor. Alpha drags Cena over to the steel ring steps and positions his ankle across the base of the steps, then slams the top part down into it, causing Cena to howl out in excruciating pain. The challenger screams abuse at the champ, then locks in an ankle lock. Cena manages to spring up and roll through, sending Alpha flying across the announcers tables as Art and Sid leap out the way)

Art Campbell: Jesus Christ! Alpha Dog just almost wiped us out at ringside … having 275 pounds worth of human being flying towards you is not a pleasant sight ladies and gentlemen!

Sid Carmack: It’s a shame he didn’t land on top of you Art, would’ve made this whole broadcast easier -

Art Campbell: - and less informative. On the contrary Sid, I thought you’d have wanted Alpha landing on you, you’ve always wanted to get … close …. to him.

Sid Carmack: Oh shut up!

(Cena pulls himself back up and dives over the table after Alpha, landing right on him and beginning to hammer him with stiff punches right to the face, leaving Alpha frantically flailing his arms trying to get them up to block. Alpha quietly loosens the bolt on the bottom of the monitor slot and wraps it around his fist, swinging it up at Cena and blasting him across the nose with the metal. Cena rolls onto his back with his eyes watering and holds his face as Alpha leaps on him and batters him in the face over and over again with the metal bolt, getting massive boos from the crowd)

Art Campbell: Stop this! My God they’re right out here on our announcers table … Alpha is hammering poor Josiah Cena with the steel bolts from the desk …. this is getting chaotic quickly here at Fenway Park!

(Frantically needing to do something, Cena reaches out and manages to get his hand on Sid Carmack’s bottle of water on the announcers table, flinging it up as to splash it all into Alpha’s eyes. With the challenger temporarily startled by the water, Cena swings the television monitor off the desk and cracks Alpha right in the skull with it, leaving him flat on the table surrounded by announcers notes and broken monitors)

Sid Carmack: I’m going to sue Josiah Cena for theft! That was my bottled water he just threw!

Art Campbell: Calm down Sid, at least your voice should wear out faster now

(Josiah hops back to his feet and the fans cheer as he stands there surveying the damage. Cena quickly spots an opening to capitalise on and climbs his way back up to the ring apron, turns around to face the announcers desk and looks down at the groggy challenger. Cena looks out at the fans, raises his arms and leaps off the ring apron with a huge elbow drop dive, sending Alpha crashing right the announcers table)

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Sid Carmack: Listen to these foul-mouthed idiots cursing .. what a bunch of fu-

Art Campbell: SID!
(Both men stay down for a while but Cena manages to get back to his feet first and grabs the No-Limits Championship belt from ringside. Standing over Alpha and waiting for him to get up, Cena has the full support of the cheering crowd as he stalks the challenger. Alpha gets back up using the guardrail, turns around and sees Cena standing there and hits a desperation spear which flattens the champion. Alpha goes for the first pinfall attempt)

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KICKOUT!

Art Campbell: Oh, near fall for the Alpha Dog! Thus far these guys have just been focusing on beating the hell out of each other, they haven’t even been looking for the pinfall covers yet - but it looks like Alpha may be getting desperate now

Sid Carmack: You seem to have misunderstood the meaning of the word desperate Art …. Alpha Dog isn’t desperate here. Mrs Campbell, on the other hand, must be -

Art Campbell: Hey, at least I am happily married Sid!

Sid Carmack: That’s not what she told me

Art Campbell: STOP IT!

(Cena realises he just came close to losing in his hometown and leaps right back up, fighting through the pain barrier. He rolls underneath the ring, confusing Alpha completely as the challenger frantically lifts all the ring skirts up searching for him. Cena rolls back out behind Alpha holding a baseball and a bat, tosses the ball up in the air and swings at it hard, driving the ball straight into Alpha Dog’s chest. Alpha starts coughing and choking for air as he falls to the floor, and Cena hammers him across the kneecaps with the baseball bat)

Art Campbell: Cena just hit a home run! The crowd at Fenway Park are on their feet in excitement!

Sid Carmack: Cena just hit a baseball straight into the sternum of another human being, and all of you are sick, deranged idiots for cheering that!

Art Campbell: Sid Carmack in biased reporting shock!

(Cena lifts Alpha back to his feet and nails him with a DDT right into the floor, then goes for a pinfall, which Dave Robinson gets down to count)

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1.5! KICKOUT!

(Alpha starts crawling back up again after kicking out, and Cena catches him from behind in suplex position. Alpha swings his leg up and catches Cena right between the legs again, getting huge boos from the crowd for doing so. Josiah falls against the apron trying to recover and Alpha starts ripping the protective mats up off the floor exposing the concrete underneath. The fans are incensed as Alpha spins a winded Cena around and sets him up for a piledriver)
Art Campbell: Don’t do it Alpha … you’ll break the guy’s neck for crying out loud!

Sid Carmack: GOOD!

Art Campbell: Sidney, you really are a vile human being!

(Suddenly, Cena stands up and escapes Alpha’s grip, sending him flying up over the champions shoulders with a back body drop. Alpha crashes into the concrete hard and yells out in pain as Cena turns around and screams in Alpha’s face. Josiah lifts Alpha up for the Boston Massacre but the challenger uses his weight advantage to lever himself back down onto the ring apron, turn around and kick Cena in the face. Alpha heads  to the top rope holding the steel chair from earlier and sails off with a cross body, ramming the chair right into Cena, and holding on for a pinfall)

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2.5! KICKOUT!

Art Campbell: I thought it was over there! My God, Cena kicks out!

Sid Carmack: Damn it …. Alpha should’ve had this match won … count faster next time ref!

Art Campbell: Come on Sid, stop being ridiculous - that was a perfectly fine count.

(With Cena still down on the concrete at ringside, Alpha grabs the baseball bat that Cena brought out from under the ring earlier and holds it up in the air to wind up the fans - who boo and jeer the challenger furiously. Alpha positions the steel chair over Cena’s head as he lays against the concrete and raises the bat up to crack his skull with it …. But fortunately Cena rolls out the way at the last second and Alpha’s bat smashes against the floor with a sick thud. Alpha manages to catch Cena’s legs though, separates them and swings the bat down the middle, right into his crotch area again!)

Art Campbell: OUCH! That’s the third time in this match that The Alpha Dog has directly struck the testicles of the No-Limits Champion!

Sid Carmack: Skylar will be devastated ….

Art Campbell: Good God would you stop?! I apologise for my sexually frustrated broadcast partner folks, he hasn’t managed to get laid since Harlow Michaels’ contract here expired -

Sid Carmack: HOW DARE YOU?!

(Cena rolls over in pain and disappears under the ring again as Skylar looks on concerned. When he re-emerges, Cena has a barbed wire baseball bat in his hand and swings it at Alpha, busting the challenger open to enormous cheers. Cena reaches down and rakes the bat across Alpha’s face from behind over and over again, shredding him up and leaving him soaked in blood, crawling around the floor. With Alpha busted open and yelling, Cena quickly goes for another pinfall)

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Art Campbell: Ohh …. Cena was just a split-second away from beating Alpha here in Boston!

Sid Carmack: Only because the referee took my advice and counted faster that time -

Art Campbell: HE DID NOT!

(With a quick desperation move, Alpha reaches up and rakes Cena in the eyes, leaving him stumbling. Alpha reaches down under the apron again and pulls out a huge wrench and blasts Cena across the head with it, sending him crashing down to the floor. Alpha grabs the spare ring rope from underneath the ring, wraps it around Cena’s throat and begins to drag him around the ringside area, getting HUGE boos from the Boston fans)

Art Campbell: Ugh! This is humiliating Sid - Josiah Cena is being dragged around Fenway Park by the throat …. how degrading!

Sid Carmack: Alpha’s just proving his dominance over Cena Art, there’s nothing wrong with that!

(Alpha drags poor Cena all the way up the entrance ramp onto the stage with the rope, being booed all the way. Suddenly Alpha has a brainwave and stands a groggy and disoriented Cena back on his feet right next to the video screens on the set, backs up a few metres and charges at him, nailing a sick pounce which sends Cena crashing through the electrical screens with a huge bang)

Art Campbell: HOLY SHIT! Josiah Cena just crashed and burned …. The Alpha Dog is just three seconds away now from winning that damn No-Limits title!

(Alpha drags Cena’s wrecked body out of the twisted screen panels and covers him)

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Art Campbell: YES! My God I don’t believe it, but somehow, some way, Cena kicked out! The fans are on their feet willing him on … the champion will not stay down here tonight!

Sid Carmack: He won’t have much choice Art, Alpha is going to put him down for good!

(Alpha can hardly believe that Cena kicked out and looks absolutely infuriated as he drags a lifeless Cena back up and lifts him onto his shoulders. Cena, in desperation, is able to jump off and kick Alpha forwards, sending him crashing off the front of the stage through the technical desk. Cena, dazed and confused, starts climbing up the giant steel girder on the side of the Retribution stage up against the Green Monster)
Art Campbell: Oh my God …. Where the hell is Cena going?! He’s climbing that damned staging structure thing … and this does not bode well for the champion folks, that’s a lethal environment up there!

Sid Carmack: Well, Cena isn’t exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer Art -

Art Campbell: Do you ever stop?!

(At the base of the stage, Alpha Dog climbs back up to his feet also looking groggy, pulls himself slowly onto the staging, still covered in blood, and looks up at Cena. Alpha decides the only thing he can do is climb up as well, and starts making his way very slowly up the side of the staging. Cena gets over the ledge at the top of the wall and falls into the seating section on the top of the Green Monster, vanishing from view. Eventually Alpha makes it up as well, crawls over and gets blasted in the head with a chair shot from Cena, leaving him flat on the top of the wall hanging over the edge. Cena drags him over to relative safety and begins kicking him in the head)

Art Campbell: This is dangerous ladies and gentlemen …. That enormous green wall at the far end of this stadium is a little over thirty-seven feet high, these two men are battling high above Fenway Park, above the Retribution staging … I got a bad feeling about this!

(Cena lifts Alpha up onto his shoulders and nails him with the Boston Massacre onto all the seats on top of the wall, leaving Alpha laying in a wreckage of twisted chairs as he goes for the pin)

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Art Campbell: DAMN IT! How in the hell did Alpha get a shoulder up?!

Sid Carmack: I don’t know Art, but I’m damn glad that he did! Cena’s reign of terror is still going to end here tonight!

Art Campbell: WHAT?! What reign of terror?! Cena’s been a great champion Sid!

(Cena again waits for Alpha to stand up, getting behind him. Alpha gets up and promptly turns around, catching him in suplex position and suplexing him head-first into the horizontal metal strut at the back of the staging, holding the main screen in place above the ramp. Cena seems to be knocked out and Alpha goes for the pin as the fans boo intensely)

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Art Campbell: YES! Cena is keeping the dream alive! I thought he was unconscious … but he kicked out!

Sid Carmack: Damn it! DAMN IT! What does Alpha have to do tonight to get the job done?!

Art Campbell: I don’t think he can Sid … I don’t think Cena will ever stay down in front of his hometown fans here in Boston! This means so much to him!

(Cena crawls back up one more time, refusing to stay down, and Alpha looks pissed off. Alpha grabs Cena and positions him right on the edge of the Green Monster. The fans in the building look completely shocked and many of the kids at ringside cover their eyes as Cena teeters on the edge right above the stage)

Art Campbell: Oh dear Christ … this is dangerous! They’ve gotta be nearly thirty feet above the stage itself! Josiah Cena is in grave peril here! Somebody stop this! Enough is enough!

(Alpha walks right up to the edge as well and grabs Cena around the waist, seeming as if he’s going to suplex Cena back away from the edge and onto the seating area. Suddenly though, Cena reaches up and catches an arm, dragging Alpha forwards and both men fly off the enormous wall and crash straight through the stage)

Art Campbell: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!

(The fans in the building for the first time all night go silent in shock as the camera pans in on the enormous hole in the centre of the stage. Everyone looks massively concerned as Alpha and Cena both lie unconscious under the ramp. Paramedics start running out from the backstage area)

Art Campbell: In all my years, I have never seen anything quite like this … my God … Cena and Alpha just crashed and burned from right up there in the Gods, from above the staging here at Fenway Park … the staging here is broken, these guys must be broken in half as well under there!

(The referee and cameraman crawl down under the stage to check on the guys as the technical crew start quickly lifting the remaining panels of the stage up. Once the staging has been pulled up, the camera shows Alpha slowly starting to come back to life with one arm draped over Cena. The referee under the stage spots it and makes the count)

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Art Campbell: WORDS FAIL ME! I … well … how in the hell do you even begin to describe what we have just seen here tonight!? That damned Alpha Dog is the No-Limits Champion again, but the bigger issue here is the welfare of two individuals who just fell straight through the staging and … we need help out here!

Sid Carmack: That was amazing Art - but when all is said and done, The Alpha Dog is our champion again … but he doesn’t look like a champion right now, neither man is moving … our stage is in pieces here momentarily … it looks like a war zone here tonight!
(The fans go from being shocked to booing deafeningly, so loudly in fact that Art has to yell to even be heard in his headset)

Art Campbell: This is a night that we will never, ever forget! This may frankly be a night that these two men sadly never remember … they gotta be suffering concussion or something after that match, both unconscious for a short period after that … just … shocking ending to this match. I am still scrambling for the words to accurately sum this up folks!

Sid Carmack: As shocked as we all are out here at ringside, the show must go on Art -

Art Campbell: I know Sid, I know … it’s just … well …. how the hell do you follow that? How are we even going to be able to concentrate on the next match?

Sid Carmack: Watching Necessary Roughness dishing out a beating always cheers me up Art!

Art Campbell: Stop it! That match is coming up next folks … I disagree with Sid on who’ll win it though!

WINNER: The Alpha Dog via pinfall and NEW PWSR No Limits Champion!!!

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(We cut back to Dave Diamond’s office. He’s sitting at his desk, rubbing his temples. Suddenly we hear the door open and Dave looks up and a displeasure crosses his face. We see Drake, who is still dressed in street clothes, come into view.)

Dave Diamond: Look, I don’t want any trouble tonight. If you haven’t seen, I now have to deal with that drunken idiot, Chris Wylde, from here on out. I’m not having a good night and I don’t need you in here making it worse.

Drake DeMarco: I’m not here to cause any problems … Tonight. I just wanted to come here and tell you, face to face, I don’t appreciate you banning me from the building last week.

Dave Diamond: Look, I-

Drake DeMarco: I don’t want any of your bullshit excuses and explanations. Just save it. But know one thing Dave Diamond, you have gone and fucked with the wrong person.

(Drake removes his glasses and leans over Dave’s desk, looking him eye to eye.)

Drake DeMarco: What I’m going to do is leave here tonight. I’m not in a match so there’s no obvious need for me to be here. I’m going to jump in my very expensive drop top convertible with the hot, sex goddess known as Sapphire and we’re going to head back to my place. And I’m going to stay there until the next Lock Up rolls around. And when it does, I will be in the building. And then, you will really realized just how much you really have fucked yourself and this entire company over by trying to push your power over on me.

Dave Diamond: I hope you know I don’t take too kindly to threats.

Drake DeMarco: I’m not making threats, Dave. I’m making you a promise. And Drake DeMarco never breaks a promise.

(Drake then turns around and exits Dave’s office, slamming the door behind him. Dave looks over at Brock.)

Dave Diamond: Be ready, next week, just in case.

Brock Magnus: Want me to keep him out of the building again?

Dave Diamond: No, let him in … We can’t keep him out forever. But just be ready.

Brock Magnus: You got it.

(Dave shakes his head and goes back to rubbing his temples as we go back to ring side.)

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PWSR Tag Team Championship
Bronx Bad Boys vs. The Dope Boyz (c)

Skylar: This next match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the PWSR TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP! Making their way to the ring first, from Brooklyn New York, weighing in at a combined weight of 593 pounds… THE BRONX BAD BOYS!

(“Bring the noise by Public Enemy hits, and The Bronx Bad Boys  begin to make their way towards the ring, being lead by their new manager Nicki. They roll into the ring, and yell at the fans.)

AC: It’ll be interesting to see what Nicki brings to The Bronx Bad Boys here tonight.

Skylar: And their opponents, from Brooklyn New York, weighing in at a combined weight of 520 pounds, they are your current Tag Team Champions, THE DOPE BOYZ!

(“Dope Boyz” by The Game hits, and the fans go wild. We see LaMarcus Brown on one side coming down through the fans, and Trice doing the same on the other. Both men are wearing Celtics Jerseys and carrying their tag titles. They both hop the barricade and walk to the side of the ring. Trice slides in and Vinnie gives him a boot to the head. As LaMarcus gets up on the ring apron, to get in the ring, Terrell goes over and gives him a forearm shot to the head, knocking him back off the ring apron. Vinnie gets Trice up and he and Terrell send Trice into the ropes. As he comes off them, they catch him and lift him up, planting him with a double flap jack.)

Art Campbell: The Bronx Bad Boys are wasting no time in trying to take the champs out of this match.

Sid Carmack: Well, that’s what ya gotta do if you want to be champs. Go through all costs to get what you want!

(Terrell stays in the ring, while Vinnie is forced to go to his corner. Terrell nails Trice with a hard right hand shot, sending Trice back down to one knee. Terrell runs into the ropes and as Trice gets to his feet, Terrell flattens him with a diving shoulder block. Terrell doesn’t let Trice breathe and gets him right back to his feet and sends him into the ropes. When Trice comes off the ropes, Terrell catches him with a power slam. He hooks the leg for a pin …)

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Kickout!

Art Campbell: The Bad Boys trying to end this match early.

Sid Carmack: Nothing wrong with that. Get the titles and get outta there.

(Terrell, frustrated, grabs Trice’s head and starts bashing it against the ring multiple times, until the ref pulls him off. Terrell gains his composure and then beings to get Trice up but Trice gives him a quick thumb to the eye.)

Art Campbell: Well that’s one way to get right back in the match.

Sid Carmack: Why wasn’t he DQ’ed!? That’s cheating!

Art Campbell: Are you kidding me? I’ve seen it done millions of times and you never say boo.

Sid Carmack: I’m just a man that stands up for what is right.

Art Campbell: It looks like my broadcast partner has been kidnapped and been replaced with Captain Justice, ladies and gentlemen.

(Trice grabs Terrell and tosses him through the ropes and to the outside. Trice begins to taunt Vinnie and Vinnie, letting his anger get the best of him, begins to get in the ring but the ref cuts him off. While the ref isn’t looking, LaMarcus grabs Terrell and sends him into the steel guard rail. Nicki sees this and begins to make her way towards where Terrell is and LaMarcus gets back on the ring apron, before she can draw the attention of the ref, to the outside.)

Sid Carmack: Look at that! The Dope Boyz are trying to screw the Bronx Bad Boys! I have lost a lot of respect for them tonight.

Art Campbell: Good grief. The Dope Boyz are only doing what the Bronx Bad Boys did earlier and that’s get an edge in the match.

(Nicki helps Terrell back into the ring but Trice doesn’t give him any time, as Trice starts to lay the boots into Terrell. Trice then tags LaMarcus into the match. Trice gets Terrell up, holds Terrell’s arm up exposing his ribs and LaMarcus gives him a big punch to the ribs. LaMarcus takes him down with a snapmere and then puts him in a reverse chin lock, also driving his knee into the back of Terrell. Nicki continues to cheer for her brother on the outside of the ring, trying to get him back into the match.)

Sid Carmack: That’s right Nicki, help these guys get back into the match!

Art Campbell: Why don’t you go over there and join her as cheerleader?

Sid Carmack: What’s wrong with cheering someone on?

Art Campbell: I have no problem with Nicki cheering them on .. But you’re suppose to be an unbias announcer!

Sid Carmack: I am being unbias. I’m just giving some words of encouragement

Art Campbell: Oh brother.

(LaMarcus breaks the hold and delivers some forearm shots to the face of Terrell. LaMarcus gets Terrell up to his feet and gives him a neck breaker. LaMarcus goes for a pin …)

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Kickout!

Art Campbell: And a near fall there by LaMarcus.

(LaMarcus gets up and tags Trice back into the match.)

Art Campbell: Some great tag team wrestling here by The Dope Boyz, tagging each other in and out and neutralizing Terrell from being able to tag the fresh man, Vinnie, in.

Sid Carmack: And you call me a suck up.

Art Campbell: How am I sucking up?! I’m doing my job and breaking down the match!

Sid Carmack: Riiiiiight.

Art Campbell: You are ridiculously stupid sometimes. It completely blows my mind.

Sid Carmack: Hey!

(Trice gets Terrell back to his feet and nails him with a right hand. Terrell fights back though with a shot of his own. Trice retaliates with a knee to the midsection of Terrell and then sends him into the corner. He lays into him with some kicks to the stomach and some knife edge chops. Trice then brings him over to their corner and smashes his head off of the top turnbuckle and tags LaMarcus right back into the match.)

Art Campbell: Terrell really needs to make a tag here, and soon. The Dope Boyz have kept him out of this match, so far.

Sid Carmack: Don’t worry about Terrell. He knows how to handle himself in a fight.

Art Campbell: ….. Again, I was dissecting the match, like I’m paid to do.

Sid Carmack: Dissecting? What are you some kind of biology teacher now or something?

Art Campbell: Ugh …. Lets just get back to the match.

(LaMarcus gets in and brings Terrell out of the corner. He sends him into the ropes and nails him with a big boot as he comes off the ropes. LaMarcus goes for the pin ..)

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Kickout!

(LaMarcus gets up and tags Trice back in. Trice begins to get Terrell up to his feet and Terrell begins to fight back with a right hand. Trice goes to send Terrell into the corner but Terrell reverses it, sending Trice. Terrell charges but Trice gets a boot up into the face, staggering Terrell backwards. Trice climbs up to the 2nd rope and as Terrell turns around, Trice leaps off but Terrell catches him with a clothesline.)

Sid Carmack: Nice scouting there by Terrell!

Art Campbell: It sure was. It may be the opening he needs to get to his partner.

(Terrell crawls over and tags Vinnie into the match. Nicki cheers as everyone else in the building boos. Trice also crawls over and tags LaMarcus into the match.)

Art Campbell: Here we go! The 2 freshest people are in the match!

(They both get into the ring and charge at each other, Vinnie nailing LaMarcus with a clothesline. LaMarcus bounces back to his feet but Vinnie catches him with another clothesline. Vinnie turns around and nails Trice with a right hand, sending him off the ring apron.)

Art Campbell: A cheap shot there by Vinnie.

Sid Carmack: Oh here we go. Calling The Bronx Bad Boys cheaters. How come-

Art Campbell: Just stop talking now. I’m begging you. I really don’t want to hear your stupid drivel.

(As Vinnie turns around, he sees LaMarcus running at him but Vinnie ducks and lifts him up and drops him down on his throat, on the top rope. Vinnie catches LaMarcus before he falls to the mat and gives him a side walk slam. He goes for the pin …)

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(Trice jumps in and breaks the count up before 3.)

Art Campbell: I thought we were going to have new champions right there.

Sid Carmack: We would have if Trice would have stayed on the outside of the ring where he belongs.

Art Campbell: You said it yourself earlier, these two teams are fighting for the Titles. They’re gonna do anything and everything to walk out as champions.

(Terrell gets in and the two teams start brawling; Terrell with LaMarcus and Trice with Vinnie. LaMarcus grabs Terrell and quickly tosses him over the top rope and to the outside of the ring. Vinnie comes up from behind LaMarcus and dumps him over the top rope as well.)

Art Campbell: All hell is breaking loose!

(Vinnie sees Trice get to his feet but he grabs him and gives him a scoop slam. Terrell gets up and goes to the top rope. Vinnie gets Trice back up and sets him up for a pile driver. He gets him up and Terrell jumps off and they hit him with the spike piledriver, known as “Brain Damage.” Vinnie grabs Trice and tosses him out of the ring. LaMarcus gets back into the ring and hits Terrell with an reverse DDT. As LaMarcus gets back up, he turns around and Vinnie gets him up on his shoulders and plants him with the “KTFO.” He hooks the leg …)

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3!!!

Art Campbell: I don’t believe it! We have new champions!

Sid Carmack: Yes! What a great ending to a great match!

Art Campbell: It was one heck of a match that is for sure. A lot of twists and turns.

Sid Carmack: How big is this win, Art? It’s their 2nd win ever and it’s a Tag Team Title win.

Art Campbell: It’s certainly huge. The Bronx Bad Boys have said they’re not playing around any more and now they’re proving it.

(Vinnie and Terrell roll out of the ring and celebrate with Nicki, holding their newly won titles high in the sky, as the fans boo.)

Winners: The Bronx Bad Boys via pinfall and NEW PWSR Tag Team Champions!!!

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[The camera cuts away from the ring to a shot of Chris Wylde's office. The commissioner is lounging back in his chair watching the show on a monitor at his desk, drinking Budweiser and looking generally relaxed. Suddenly, the door bursts open and Brock Magnus storms in and walks up to the desk]

Chris Wylde: Hey! Doors exist for a reason you know, and I'm not talking about Jim Morrison.

Brock Magnus: Huh?

Chris Wylde: Nevermind ... wait, who the hell are you?

Brock Magnus: How dare you! I'm Brock - Brock Magnus!

Chris Wylde: Oh, well hi Block.

Brock Magnus: IT'S ...

[Wylde cuts the big man off in mid-sentance, frustrating him]

Chris Wylde: Nobody cares. I assume Dave Diamond sent you over here to find out what I'm up to, hmm? He's really that damn inquisitive isn't he? I'm trying to just relax and drink beer, watching a fantastic pay-per-view event, and I've got you standing there distracting me. So, what does the corporate teletubby want now?

Brock Magnus: Hey come on! I just wanted to come over and tell you that you'd better not try and interfere with Mr Diamond's business, because believe me, you'll regret it!

Chris Wylde: Is that all? You distracted me from watching myself on live television to tell me not to do something that I wasn't doing anyway? Well thanks, I appreciate being warning on my first night back by a slightly smaller and less intelligent version of Mike Dunn. Christ, I thought I'd got away from all the idiots ...

[Chris leans back and takes a rather large gulp of his beer, which seems to annoy Dave's security manager even more as he leans over the desk glaring]

Brock Magnus: You're not going to get away with this -

[Brock turns to walk out in disgust, when Wylde suddenly stops him]

Chris Wylde: By the way ... can you let Dave know that I've signed Justin Bieber to perform live at our next pay-per-view, Independence? Cheers.

[Brock slams the door in a rage and then Wylde just laughs at the camera]

Chris Wylde: Pfft right, as if that's gonna happen!

[Wylde reaches into the drawer under his desk and pulls out three darts, flinging them all at the door of the office which Brock just closed. The camera turns around and shows them all stuck in a picture of Justin Bieber's face taped to a dartboard. Chris bursts out laughing as the camera cuts to an aerial shot of Fenway Park]

Sid Carmack: Dave Diamond is going to be livid!

Art Campbell: Oh, well that'll be refreshing. Folks, PWSR Retribution 2010 is presented tonight by Budweiser - the official beer of the PWSR; and also by Heavy Rain, exclusively available on Playstation 3.

Sid Carmack: Look at that overhead shot of the stadium Art ... you have to admit this is impressive!

Art Campbell: Wow, Sid Carmack gives credit where it's due for the first time ... EVER?! All joking aside, coming up momentarily ladies and gentlemen is a match which these fans have been waiting for now for a long time - they've brought the weapons along to Fenway Park this evening for what promises to be one of the most violent Intercontinental Championship matches for a long time. This issue between Tony Angel and Marcus Redd is at boiling point after what happened on Lockup this past Sunday night ... let's take a look!

[Cuts into highlights of Monday's ending angle and then back to ringside.]

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PWSR Intercontinental Championship
Fans Bring The Weapons
Marcus Redd vs. Tony Angel (c)

Skylar Mosier: Ladies and Gentlemen, this next bout scheduled for one fall is a fans bring the weapons match … and it is for the PWSR Intercontinental Championship!

Sid Carmack: I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks …. The violence, the brutality, the Marcus Redd getting his head split open by an assortment of random items!

Art Campbell: What about Tony Angel, Sid? Don’t you think these fans are more likely to be on Redd’s side?!

Sid Carmack: Yes, but these people are raving lunatics - Angel has El Incendio on his side and that’s more important!

(The camera cuts to a shot of El Incendio sitting ringside at Fenway Park ready to get involved, as "Only the Strongest Will Survive" by Breaking Benjamin starts playing and the fans start booing loudly for the arrival of Tony Angel. The lights in the arena go bright red and suddenly Angel rises up through the stage, then walks quickly down to the ring, looking behind him constantly as he goes. Angel gets into the ring and fixes his eyes right on the ramp, waiting for Redd to arrive)

Skylar Mosier: Introducing first, from Bethlehem, PA …. weighing in at 224 pounds … the Intercontinental Champion …. Tony Angel!

Art Campbell: I think Angel might be a little paranoid tonight after what happened on Lockup last week … he seems to be looking out for Redd before the match has even started!

Sid Carmack: After Redd assaulted him with that guitar last week, can you blame him?!

Art Campbell: Angel got what he deserved!

(“Lose Yourself” starts playing around Fenway Park and the fans begin cheering for Marcus Redd. Redd doesn’t come out though, leaving everyone looking totally confused. Angel starts swearing up the ramp for Angel to come out and face him … when suddenly Redd charges in through the crowd, picks up a chair handed to him on the way through, jumps the rail and smashes Angel in the back to a huge cheer. The bell rings to start the match)

Art Campbell: Wow! Marcus Redd wasting absolutely no time at all in going after the man who’s been tormenting him for two months now … Tony Angel!

(Redd blasts Angel with the chair again, Angel wisely backs up into the corner and rolls out to the apron where Redd can’t get him. The champion reaches up and grabs Redd’s arm, disarming the chair and hanging him up over the top rope. Angel then leaps back up and nails a stiff kick to the face, leaving Redd straddled on the top rope. Tony hits a stiff DDT sending Redd flying over the top rope to the outside)

Art Campbell: What a move! Tony Angel, the experienced veteran, the only grand slam winner in PWSmarks history, regaining the upper hand so quickly with that high-impact DDT out of the ring - and now this match could go anywhere folks!

Sid Carmack: That’s what I love about wrestling Art …. The violence!

Art Campbell: That’s a little … disturbing, Sid.
(Angel climbs over the barrier into the front row at ringside where El Incendio is sitting looking after a pile of weapons. Redd gets back to his feet and sneaks up behind Angel, grabbing him around the throat. Incendio instinctively grabs a bottle of perfume from the handbag of the lady sitting next to him and hands it to Angel, who sprays it right in Redd’s eyes. Angel smashes the bottle over the challenger’s head and pulls off a sunset flip cradle over the barricade)

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Art Campbell: Oh! Angel almost won it right there thanks to some … well … timely assistance from his buddy El Incendio at ringside! I wonder if that woman intended for her perfume bottle to be used as a weapon? That stuff’s expensive you know!

(The camera shows an action replay of the woman slapping Incendio across the face)

Sid Carmack: I guess she didn’t. Silly bitch -

Art Campbell: Hey!

(Redd gets back up and scrambles for some water off the announcers table to clear his eyes. Once he regains his vision, he turns around and swings at Angel with the ring bell, but Angel ducks and Redd runs back into the ring. Tony goes to climb in after him, but Redd kicks him whilst he’s in between the ropes, and catches the champion in a quick inside cradle out of nowhere)

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KICKOUT!

Art Campbell: Tony Angel didn’t see that coming! Marcus Redd just came close to catching the Intercontinental champion out with the element of surprise there … this match could’ve been over early!

Sid Carmack: Thankfully that’s not the case Art … nobody wants to see Marcus Redd as the Intercontinental champ!

Art Campbell: Nobody wants to see you as an announcer, but that never stopped you!

(Redd hops up and starts pulling the protective cover off the turnbuckle in the corner, exposing the metal ring underneath - to a big cheer from the Boston fans. Angel gets up and charges at Redd angrily. Redd moves out the way, Angel jumps up athletically onto the second rope to avoid the exposed buckle and jumps through the air over Redd’s shoulders into a rollup)

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(Angel leaps to his feet, runs at the ropes and comes back with a cross body attempt on Redd as he’s getting up. Redd drops straight back down to the mat and allows Angel to sail over him and crash hard on his stomach in the ring. Redd this time leaps up and baseball slides Angel right out of the ring to the floor again. With Angel down on the outside, Redd makes his way to the ring apron, springboards off the second rope and nails a huge moonsault on the champion)

Art Campbell: My God, what athleticism from the number one contender Marcus Redd! What a massive moonsault right out here in front of us!

Sid Carmack: That’s what Redd does best Art … putting himself at risk to pander to these idiots in the crowd. It’ll backfire eventually, don’t worry.

(Redd doesn’t go for the cover on Angel but instead goes over to the crowd again where a fan in a Marcus Redd t-shirt at ringside hands him a metal chain, which Redd takes and wraps tightly around Angel’s throat, choking him out. Redd drags Angel over to the barricade and hops down on the other side of it, throttling Tony against it and sending the fans crazy with cheers. Another fan at ringside takes his shirt off and hands it to Redd, who wraps that around Angel’s neck as well and tells the fan to pull back on it. The whole crowd clap along as Redd and one of the fans choke out Tony Angel.)

Sid Carmack: How in the hell is this allowed to take place Art?!

Art Campbell: It’s fans bring the weapons night Sid … and I guess Redd wants to go for a little … interactivity! He’s a man of the people!

Sid Carmack: Shut up …. This is just wrong on all levels!

(Incendio comes running around the crowd and hands Angel a pair of bolt cutters, which he uses to reach up and cut the chain off from around his neck. Angel then turns around and instinctively blasts Redd right in the face with them before falling down himself to get his breath back. A fan tries to hand a steel chair to the challenger, but Incendio grabs it off them and tosses it over the barricade into the ring)

Art Campbell: Oh come on - Incendio just threw that fans seat into the ring!

Sid Carmack: Well he shouldn’t have tried giving it to Marcus Redd then, God the people of Boston are retarded.

Art Campbell: That’s your opinion and you’re entitled to it. Don’t let the fact that it’s wrong discourage you Sid!

(Angel promptly finds his way back up and kicks Marcus Redd in the gut as he’s trying to get up. Tony grabs Redd by the legs and starts dragging him backwards up the stairs in the lower tier of the arena, with Redd banging the back of his head on each step on the way up. Angel stops half way, grabs a cup of soda off a random fan and drinks it, much to the fans disgust)

Art Campbell: This is fans bring the weapons night, not fans bring the refreshments night!
Sid Carmack: Calm down Art … Angel’s just a little thirsty, that’s all!

(Angel reaches down and starts kicking Redd in the face on the stairs, to massive boos from the crowd. Eventually Redd manages to reverse by catching a leg and tripping Tony up, sending him crashing spine-first against the staircase to much raucous applause. Redd grabs a Marcus Redd baseball cap off a fans head, sticks it over Angel’s face and uses the distraction to blast the champion in the nuts with a steel chair. Redd then hands the cap back to the kid, to a massive cheer from the whole audience. Angel grabs hold of the bottom of a fans seat to stop himself falling down the stairs, and hangs on for dear life. Redd scoops Angel up onto his shoulders and looks to toss him down the stairs, but Angel thankfully reverses into a suplex …. Right onto a row of fans!)

Art Campbell: GOOD GOD! Some of our fans just got knocked down there in the confusion …. Angel turned Redd inside out and tried to suplex him onto the staircase, he ended up suplexing him right into the lap of a middle-aged woman!

Sid Carmack: Probably the first man she’s had on her lap in at least 15 years Art -

Art Campbell: WILL YOU STOP?!

(Redd manages to pick himself back up and runs away up the staircase towards the hot dog stand at the back. Angel follows him up the stairs eventually and is greeted by an enormous squirt of mustard right in the face. The champion reels backwards and Redd Irish whips him over the counter of the hot dog stand, landing him on the hot food behind and burning him slightly. Angel quickly rolls off, grabs a metal tray and swings it at Redd, who ducks, grabs a plastic spork and jams it into Angel’s forehead.)

Art Campbell: Tony Angel … the only grand slam winner in this company’s illustrious history …. Just got stabbed in the face with a plastic spork. Only in PWSR folks!

Sid Carmack: I feel sorry for poor Tony, that’s gotta hurt -

Art Campbell: Almost as much as listening to you for three hours.

(Marcus Redd, with the momentum in his favour, reaches out for another weapon from the fans, and finds himself handed a potted barrel cactus. The fans burst out laughing as Redd blasts the cactus plant across Angel’s face and then empties all the soil out on his face. Redd smashes the pot across Angel’s head, and he goes down in pain - landing right on top of the spiky plant. Sid Carmack is almost apoplectic at ringside)

Sid Carmack: This is damn insulting to one of the greatest wrestlers in this company! How dare Marcus Redd even do something like that?! Man, I despise Redd … he’s an ungrateful, selfish …. Bastard! A Cactus, for Christ’s sake?!

Art Campbell: It’s not his fault that a fan brought a cactus along Sid … I think it’s hilarious personally!

Sid Carmack: People like you disgust me Art, you really, really do!

(Angel pulls himself back up, and enraged at Redd’s antics, blasts him right across the face with a steel chair, levelling the challenger. Redd falls slumped against the side of the hot dog van and Angel charges at him from behind and dropkicks him right through the front of it with an almighty smash. Angel pins Redd)

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(The champion remains absolutely vitriolic with rage and wrestles a laptop off one of the technical crew at the back of the crowd and smashes that across Redd’s head as well, breaking it into a million pieces. Redd falls back down and the fans are booing Angel profusely)

Art Campbell: OHHH! Well that guy won’t be visiting PWSmarks.com any time soon … but you can! Remember to keep checking the website for the latest news and updates!

Sid Carmack: Have you no decency at all? Plugging the internet site in the middle of an Intercontinental title match?

Art Campbell: It made sense, Jackass!

(Redd crawls back up and along into the disabled section of the audience, where he finds himself being handed a crutch by one of the fans. Redd spins around and smacks Angel right across the nose with it, sending him down to the floor. Marcus then hands it back to the fan appreciatively. Suddenly, El Incendio makes another appearance and hands a beer bottle to Angel, who’s still down)

Art Campbell: Will somebody please get this idiot out of here?!

Sid Carmack: He paid for his seat Art, he’s got every right to be there -

Art Campbell: I don’t care …. this is ridiculous!

(Angel recovers whilst Incendio distracts Redd, getting into a brawl. Angel turns and smashes the bottle over Redd’s head, flattening the number one contender again. Whilst Tony stands over Redd kicking him in the ribs, Incendio appears to be interfering with the back of a fans wheelchair)

Art Campbell: What in God’s name is El Incendio doing now?! Angel is in control of this one again dominating Marcus Redd up there on the floor but …

(Suddenly Incendio pulls the portable oxygen cylinder off the back of the wheelchair and hands it to Angel, who stands right behind Redd with it as the fan complains. Redd slowly stands back up and Angel swings an almighty shot with the cylinder, busting Redd wide open. Angel smirks and holds the cylinder up whilst receiving unanimous hatred from the entire crowd)

Sid Carmack: THAT …. Was brilliant!

Art Campbell: That was mean-spirited Sid … I can see why a cold-hearted moron like yourself would enjoy it though.

(Angel grabs the arm of a semi-conscious Marcus Redd and hauls him down another flight of stairs into a different section of the fans. Redd bounces violently down the stairs, and when he lands at the bottom, Angel goes for the pin again)

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2.9! KICKOUT!

(A furious Tony Angel starts demanding weapons from the fans, who aren’t exactly forthcoming in giving him any. The fans refusal to help Angel with weapons pisses him off even more and he starts screaming at them, giving Redd time to recover as Angel goes off on his rant. Redd is handed a watermelon by a young lady behind him, and spins around, exploding it over the head of the unsuspecting champion - and sending bits of it splashing everywhere)

Sid Carmack: Is this a food fight now?! Who in their right mind brings a watermelon as a weapon?

Art Campbell: Well Sid …. Not of all the weapons in play here tonight will be conventional … that’s the great thing about this stipulation. The fans get to be creative with what they deem to have possible use as a weapon!

(More and more obscure weapons start to be held up by the crowd as Redd takes the upper hand in the match. The challenger is handed a Celtics jersey by one of the crowd, which he puts on and delivers a running kick to Angel, sending the champion back down. Redd starts strangling Angel with the jersey for a moment, but Angel manages to low blow him and turns the tables again. Incendio comes along once more with an ashtray he found at the bar and slides it to Angel, but Redd intercepts it and throws it right back at Incendio, who finds himself ducking desperately out the way as it sails over his head and hits the wall. Meanwhile, Angel wrestles a vase of ornamental plastic flowers off of someone in the crowd and lobs it in Redd’s face, flattening him again)

Art Campbell: Oh look out! It’s chaos up there in the crowd folks …. This is a fast, frantic and fun match live from Fenway park that you won’t find anywhere else in the world of entertainment but the PWSR!

Sid Carmack: Well of course Art! Any match where I get to see a great wrestler like Tony Angel flatten a mouthy thug with a vase of artificial flowers is perfectly fine in my book!

(Angel turns around, looking for more weapons but the fans start actively trying to hide them from him. Redd, whilst he’s laying down on the floor,  manages to grab another metal chain off a young fan behind Angel’s back. Redd smartly wraps the chain around his boot and then stands up and punts the champion right in the nuts … again! The live crowd go crazy with cheering for the innovative weapon usage)

Sid Carmack: NO! That’ll ruin Tony Angel’s chances of having children Art!

Art Campbell: Oh good … at least there’s a chance the next generation might be cheerful then -

Sid Carmack: What an awful thing to say!

Art Campbell: But it was alright for you to say about Cena earlier, huh? Sid Carmack found guilty of double standards?! In other news, Titanic has reportedly hit an iceberg in the Arctic Circle in the past couple of days -

Sid Carmack: SHUT UP!

(With Angel still rolling around on the floor, Redd reaches out for yet more weapons and is handed a framed picture of The Rev by one of the crowd, ironically. Redd looks at the photo, then sees Incendio running up to get another cheap shot in. Redd spits on the picture and then smashes the glass photo frame across the head of the on-rushing Incendio … to yet another deafening cheer)

Art Campbell: FINALLY! Maybe El Incendio will finally stop interjecting himself into this damned match at long freaking last!

Sid Carmack: This is grossly unfair …. Marcus Redd just assaulted a paying customer Art, and you’re cheering for it!

Art Campbell: Oh paying customer my ass …

Sid Carmack: HE’S GOT A TICKET!

Art Campbell: I wish you had a ticket … one-way to North Korea would do perfectly right now!

(Redd turns his attention back to the Intercontinental champion, lifting him up and nailing  a brain buster right onto a row of chairs and then going for the cover)

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Art Campbell: How in the hell did Tony Angel get a shoulder up there?

Sid Carmack: Because he’s better than Redd, obviously.

Art Campbell: Thanks for the comprehensive answer, Einstein.

(Redd, slightly frustrated, lifts Angel back to his feet again and sets him up for Da Papermaker. Angel slides through Redd’s legs and trips him though, sending him down into a guardrail in the crowd. Angel then reaches across and grabs a stuffed poodle from an elderly lady and hits Redd across the face with it)

Sid Carmack:  What the …. Angel just used a small dog as an offensive weapon!

Art Campbell: WAIT …. Is that thing alive?

Sid Carmack: The woman or the dog?

Art Campbell: BOTH!

(Angel scoops Redd up onto his shoulders and prepares to drop him with a variation of a tombstone piledriver, but Redd somehow wriggles back to reverse the momentum, lands on his feet and nails Angel with a regular piledriver right on the floor. Redd goes for another cover)

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(Redd flips out at not managing to put Angel away with the piledriver and climbs up a maintenance ladder at the back of the section of the crowd, leading up to the backstage area. Redd gets about 10 feet up and waits for Angel to get up, stalking the champion. Angel turns around, Redd comes flying off with a double axe-handle attempt and Angel, in desperation, grabs the cameraman’s shirt and pulls him right across into Redd’s path. Redd collides head-first with the cameraman, both fall to the floor in a heap, and Angel drags Redd out and pins him)

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2.9999! KICKOUT!

Art Campbell: IT’S NOT OVER! Marcus Redd kicked out! I don’t know how, but he did!

Sid Carmack: Damn it …. Why won’t he just stay down?!

(Meanwhile, Incendio comes crawling back into view in the bottom corner of the screen carrying a flamethrower and looking menacing with it. Redd gets back up slowly and Incendio gets ready to burn his face off …. But Redd ducks down at the crucial second and Incendio blasts his flames right into one of the curtains leading to the technical area. Incendio panics and starts throwing bottles of water to try and put it out, eventually running off to get a fire extinguisher)

Art Campbell: For Christ’s sake Incendio!

Sid Carmack: Never mind him …. Pay attention to the match ….

(Marcus Redd pulls himself back up once again and Angel tries to cheap shot him with a rake in the eyes. Redd catches Angel’s hand and twists it around into a hammerlock, reaches down with the other arm and grabs the enormous HD Cam from the cameraman he knocked down moments ago. Redd lets go of the hammerlock, spins Angel around and gets both hands on the camera, swinging it full force into the champions head, cracking the lens off and completely shattering the plastic casing. Angel appears to be completely unconscious as Redd covers him and the ref counts the fall)

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Art Campbell: HE DID IT! MY GOD, MARCUS REDD HAS WON THE INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE! Redd has overcome all the odds here tonight at Retribution and pulled off a famous win in what can only be described as one of the most fun, most chaotic, most downright bizarre matches of the year!

Sid Carmack: This is hideous Art …. Whatever happened to PWSR having an Intercontinental Champion to be proud of?!

Art Campbell: If you didn’t have some ridiculous personal vendetta against him Sid, you’d be proud of Marcus Redd and what he’s accomplished here in the PWSR!

Sid Carmack: NO!

Skylar Mosier: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match and NEWWWWWWW Intercontinental Champion … Marcus Redd!!!

(Redd celebrates amongst the fans as the referee hands him the championship belt and he hoists it up high in the air, getting big cheers off the crowd. Angel remains flat out on the ground bleeding from the head as we cut backstage)

WINNER: Marcus Redd via pinfall (21:07) and NEW Intercontinental Champion

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(We cut back to ringside to Art and Sid.)

AC: What a PPV this has been so far Sid, it’s been absolutely hectic!

SC: You got that right! And Art, we’re not even close to being done! We still go the-

AC: Wait a minute, what’s this?

(From the Gorilla Position we see Trisha Lee Moore come out, dragging Candy by her hair. She has a cut on her head and is bleeding, with what looks like a bruise under her eye.)

SC: Is that…

AC: That’s Trisha, what the hell is she doing!? She won her match, leave poor Candy alone now!

(Trisha drags the almost unconscious Candy to the ring and rolls her in, rolling in as well. She grabs a mic, and looks out at the crowd with a sick smirk.)

Trisha Lee Moore: Ok, I’m going to come right out and say this because I’m not in the mood tonight to mix words. Marcus Redd, you have gotten into my business for the LAST time. Now I’ll make this simple. Either you come out here right now and face me like the man you CLAIM to be… or I’m going to take your little BITCH here, and I’m going to END her.

(Trisha steps back and wait’s a minute, but there’s nothing.)

SC: Well? Where is he?

AC: Where is he!? He just went through one of the most hellacious matches of his life!! There is NO possible way he could come down here.

(Trisha looks at the curtain and shakes her head, picking up Candy. Trisha then knees her in the gut, and smacks he in the face, sending her back down to the mat.)

AC: Come on damnit!

Trisha Lee Moore: COME ON REDD! Aren’t so tough now that my back’s not turned are you!? GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE NOW!

SC: This is not good… not at all Art. We’ve seen what Trisha’s capable of.

AC: You got that right, somebody get this psycho out of there!

(Nothing happens, and Candy starts crawling on her hands and knees, trying to get to her feet, sobbing in the middle of the ring. Trisha backs up and charges, punting Candy HARD in the ribs. Candy squeals and rolls, holding her ribs and coughing in pain.)

AC: JESUS, THAT’S ENOUGH!

Trisha Lee Moore: GET YOUR STUPID, POSER ASS OUT HERE REDD. I SWEAR TO YOU I WILL DESTROY H-

(Suddenly we see, of all people, Lenny Jennings slowly jogging to the ring. We can hear him yelling “He’s not even here! He’s on the way to the hospital!”)

SC: I never thought I’d say this, but thank God for Lenny Jennings. Everyone knows I love Trisha but this is going too far to prove a point.

(Lenny rolls into the ring, checking on Candy. Trisha grabs him by the shirt and pushes him back.)

Trisha Lee Moore: BULLSHIT! GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE REDD!

AC: ENOUGH OF THIS! Trisha KNOWS Redd’s not here!

(Trisha lifts Candy up by her hair, and goes to smack her, but Lenny grabs her hand and spins her around yelling “NO! She’s had enough!”)

AC: THANK GOD for Lenny Jennings!

(Trisha scowls at Lenny and drills him in the gut with a right hand. She then grabs him and sets him up, drilling him with a DDT and shoving him out of the ring.)

SC: … WOW.

AC: You’ve gotta be kidding me! Get this psycho out of here!

Trisha Lee Moore: Marcus Redd, you get out here NOW or what I did to Lenny will just be a GLIMPSE of what I’ll do to her!

(Still nothing, and Trisha’s smile only grows, knowing Marcus Redd won’t come out. Trisha begins to get Candy up, but out of nowhere Chaz runs down to the ring!)

AC: CHAZ HOLLIDAY!

SC: Someone needs to stop Trisha…

(Chaz rolls in, and Trisha rolls out. Chaz points at her, and then begins to check on Candy.)

AC: Finally someone stopping he-

(Before Art can finish his statement, Trisha grabs a chair and slides back in. Chaz turns, but before he can do anything gets drilled in the skull with the steel chair by Trisha, and Chaz goes down hard. You can here Trisha yelling “YOU CAN’T STOP ME!” as Chaz rolls to the corner, busted wide open.)

SC: I think… Chaz is busted open.

Trisha Lee Moore: REDD, NOBODY CAN STOP ME. The ONLY way this is going to end is if you come out here RIGHT NOW.

AC: I… I don’t know what to say. Candy is helpless.

(The fans begin to chant “MARCUS REDD! MARCUS REDD!” but still nothing. Trisha shakes her head.)

Trisha Lee Moore: FINE… then I’ll just break her neck.

AC: WHAT !?

(Trisha takes the chair, and begins to place it over the head of Candy.)

SC: This is serious Art…

AC: Damn right it’s serious! Someone stop her!

(The fans begin to chant “MARCUS REDD! MARCUS REDD!” louder, but Trisha shakes her head and yells “HE’S NOT COMING! HE’S A PUSSY!” knowing damn well he’s no longer in the arena. Trisha shakes her head and lifts her leg, getting ready to stomp the chair when suddenly a music begins to play.)

SC: REDD’S BACK! I THOUGHT HE WAS GO-

AC: WAIT A MINUTE SID… I DON’T THINK THAT’S MARCUS REDD!

(We see the following video begins to play)



AC: OH NO… THAT’S NOT MARCUS REDD

SC: IS THAT…

AC: IT COULDN’T BE!

SC: But I think it is…

AC and SC: THAT IS DAZ! NO WAY!

(The fans EXPLODE as Daz busts through the curtain, sprinting to the ring with a steel chair in hand. He slides in and gets to his feet, swinging the chair. Trisha ducks it and rolls out of the ring, stumbling up the ramp way!)

SC: I CAN’T BELIEVE MY EYES…

AC: I don’t think anyone can! Listen to this crowd!

(Daz begins to help Candy up, who clings to him still sobbing. Daz looks at Trisha and shakes his head after removing the chair from Candy’s head. We can  hear him yell “You wanted a war!? You wanted my attention!? YOU GOT IT!”)

AC: After all that’s happened here tonight, I believe it’s safe to say NOBODY was expecting to see Daz here! But thank God he was.

SC: I’m still in shock…

(Trisha keeps backpedaling up the ramp screaming “YOU’RE NOT MARCUS REDD!” and “YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE!” as the scene cuts to a commercial for Independence.)

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PWSR presents: Independence! Live on Pay-Per-View from Philadelphia, PA on July 25th!

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PWSR World Heavyweight Title
Alamar Aguston vs. The Rev (c)

Skylar Mosier: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the PWSR World Heavyweight Championship!

(Alamar Aguston’s theme song plays and the crowd gives him a slight mixed reaction.)

Skylar Mosier: Introducing first, the challenger. He is from Madrid, Spain. Weighing in at 250 pounds … Alamar Aguston!!

(He walks past the fans, down the entrance and gets into the ring. He waits in the center of the ring, intently, for The Rev.)

Skylar Mosier: And his opponent …

(“Munich” by the Editors begins to play and the fans begin to boo incredibly loud.)

Skylar Mosier: Now residing in Tokyo, Japan. Weighing in at 235 pounds. He is the PWSR World Heavyweight Champion … The Rev!

(He makes his way out, the title around his waist, mocking the fans but also keeping his attentions set on Alamar. He walks up the ring steps and enters into the ring. He takes the title off of his waist and hands it to the referee for the match, Kealen Foster.)

Art Campbell: Here we go, Sid. The match that everyone has been waiting to see.

Sid Carmack: There’s some real bad blood brewing between these two. This is gonna be awesome.

(The two of them stand face to face with each other. Rev takes a small step back and nails Alamar with a smack to the face. Alamar comes back and locks up with Rev. Alamar breaks the lock up and gives Rev a slap to the face.)

Art Campbell: This is getting ugly and quick …

Sid Carmack: These two men absolutely despise each other, Art. This is going to be some entertaining.

Art Campbell: You got that right.

Sid Carmack: When am I wrong?

Art Campbell: We don’t have enough time in the broadcast to go over that subject.

(The two of them begin to circle around each other, keeping their eyes locked on one another the entire time. The two of them lock up once again and Alamar gets Rev in a side headlock. He then takes him down with a headlock take down, keeping the headlock synched in. Rev kicks his feet up, wrapping them around Alamar’s head and pulls him off with a head scissors. They both jump to their feet and engage in another stand off.)

Art Campbell: Neither man can seem to find the advantage thus far, here in the match.

Sid Carmack: They hate each other so much, they’re doing everything in their power not to let the other gain an advantage.

Art Campbell: Add the fact that something like the World Title is on line, this is going to be one hell of a match.

(They momentarily circle each other again but then go into another tie up. This time, Rev quickly takes him down with a beautiful arm drag. He keeps an arm bar locked in but Alamar swings his legs up and pulls Rev off with a head scissors of his own. Both men race to their feet and have yet another stand off, looking at each other with hatred.)

Art Campbell: And still, neither can get the upper hand.

Sid Carmack: Something has to give, sooner or later.

(The two of them exchange some words with each other and then do another collar and elbow tie up. Alamar gets Rev back into a headlock, again. He then rolls around to the back of Rev, also grabbing his arm and gets him into a hammerlock. Rev reverses it, getting Aguston into a hammerlock. Alamar wrenches on the arm, putting pressure on it but Rev delivers two elbows to the mouth of Aguston, forcing him to let go. Rev runs into the ropes and Alamar tries to catch him with a hip toss but Rev blocks it and takes Alamar down with a hip toss of his own. Rev goes to get Alamar up but Aguston swings his feet up and kicks Rev off of him. They both get up at the same time and Alamar charges at Rev but Rev catches him with a headlock takedown. He keeps the headlock on but Alamar reaches down turns Rev over so that he gets him in a pin …)

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(Rev puts his weight back down, getting Alamar back into the headlock and getting his shoulders off the mat before the 3 count.)

Art Campbell: This has been some incredible chain wrestling here, thus far.

Sid Carmack: It sure has. I’ve been waiting to see this match ever since it was announced and it hasn’t disappointed so far.

Art Campbell: Most certainly not. It has been one heck of a back and forth battle.

(Alamar eventually fights his way to his feet, but with Rev still holding onto that headlock. Alamar hits Rev with a couple of elbows to the midsection, forcing Rev to finally let go. Alamar hits him with a chop to the chest and then runs into the ropes. As he comes off them, he hits Rev with a forearm shot, taking him down. As Rev begins to get up, Alamar runs into the ropes again but this time, Rev leap frogs him. As Alamar comes off the other set of ropes, Rev drives his elbow into the mouth of Alamar. Alamar comes right back though, with a stiff European uppercut. Rev charges at Alamar but Alamar side steps him and tosses him over the top rope and to the outside of the ring.)

Art Campbell: This MIGHT be the opening for Alamar that he needs to capitalize on if he wants to take control of the match.

Sid Carmack: Well he better not waste any time dilly daddeling around in the ring and go right after Rev.

(As Rev gets up, Alamar grabs the ropes and begins to fling himself over the top rope for a cross body but he sees Rev begin to move and Alamar holds back. Rev leans against the outside of the ring, thinking he dodged Alamar and as his back is turned, Alamar runs into the ropes and then nails Rev with a baseball slide to the back, sending Rev into the announcers table.)

Sid Carmack: What out, Art! Almost had the World Champ in our laps here.

Art Campbell: We sure did. A poor lack of judgment there by The Rev.

Sid Carmack: It’s rare you ever see him do that. I’m surprised, really.

(Alamar heads to the outside of the ring and makes his way over to Rev, where he slumped up against the announcers table. Alamar grabs him and rolls him into the ring. Alamar jumps up to the ring apron and then goes to the top rope. Rev gets to his feet and turns around, in the direction of Aguston. Alamar leaps off with a diving cross body but Rev rolls with it has a pin attempt …)

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Kickout!

Art Campbell: We saw that same scenario work earlier in the night with Trisha and Chaz but Trisha grabbed a handful of tights as well.

Sid Carmack: I thought Rev had it. I really did. It looked like he caught Alamar way off guard.

Art Campbell: I’m sure he did. It was a nifty reversal, to say the least.

(Both men get up to their feet and Rev nails Alamar with a kick to the gut. He grabs him and then hits him with a short arm clothesline. Rev gets Aguston up and sends him into the ropes. As he comes off the ropes, Rev connects with a big spinning heel kick. Rev stands over Alamar and nails him with some right hand shots, until the referee Kealen Foster pulls him off.)

Art Campbell: Rev is getting pretty aggressive here, now.

Sid Carmack: Well of course he is. His World Title is on the line. Would you be aggressive?

Art Campbell: Absolutely.

(Rev gets Alamar up, brings him over to the corner and slams his face off of the top turnbuckle. Rev then lays into him with a couple of knife edge chops. Rev brings him out a few steps and sends Aguston into the opposite corner. Rev mounts to the second rope and begins to blatantly choke Alamar. Foster counts to 4 before Rev finally lets go.)

Art Campbell: Rev has to be careful he doesn’t get Dqed.

Sid Carmack: Well, he WOULD retain the title …

Art Campbell: After all that they have put each other through, I don’t think either man would want to end this match like that. They want to beat the holy living hell out of one another.

(Rev jumps down off of the ropes and grabs Alamar and sends him into the opposite corner, again and he bounces out of the corner on impact. Rev runs into the ropes and goes for a running bulldog but Alamar tosses Rev off of him. Alamar goes over and grabs Rev’s legs and puts him into a figure 4 leg lock. Rev starts screaming in pain.)

Art Campbell: A nice submission here by Alamar!

Sid Carmack: Looks like he’s going to try and pick at Rev’s legs.

Art Campbell: Which would be a smart idea. Rev will find it hard to gain any offense while on damaged legs.

(After having the hold locked in, at least, a good 20-25 seconds, Rev finds it within himself to turn over and reverse the pressure onto Alamar’s legs. Before he can keep it locked in too long, Alamar finds a way to wiggle his leg free. Both men lay on the mat, momentarily, gaining their breath and then get up to their feet at about the same time. Alamar grabs rev and gives him an atomic drop, sending Rev back down to the mat. Alamar grabs his legs and looks to lock in another figure 4 but Rev uses his free leg to push Alamar off and he goes crashing, shoulder first into the ring post.)

Art Campbell: That’s certainly going to effect Alamar’s performance from here on out.

Sid Carmack: Yeah, no kidding. Rev always finds way to be so crafty. He’s great!

Art Campbell: Crafty’s sure is one way of putting it.

(Rev pulls Alamar out of the corner and sends him into the ropes. As Alamar comes off the ropes, Rev goes for a clothesline but Alamar ducks under it. As he hit’s the other set of ropes, he grabs a hold of them, stopping himself from bouncing off of them. Rev charges at Alamar and Aguston ducks and back drops Rev over the top rope and to the outside. Alamar runs into the ropes on the opposite side and does a huge suicide dive over the top rope, take The Rev out.)

Art Campbell: What a move by Alamar! He flew over the top rope and totally took Rev out with that!

Sid Carmack: As impressive as it was, it was also risky in a match like this. If he had made a mistake, it could have cost him dearly.

Art Campbell: It sure could have. But that’s the risk any wrestler takes when going for a move like that.

(Alamar, after taking a few seconds to recover, gets up and gets Rev up at the same time. He nails him with a European uppercut, stagger Rev backwards into the steel barricade. The ref begins to count …)

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(Alamar hits him with another uppercut and Rev staggers away from Alamar. When he turns around, Alamar goes for a dropkick but Rev catches his feet, holds onto one leg and puts him into a half Boston crab.)

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Sid Carmack: Hey, look at that! A Boston crab for the Boston crowd!

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(Rev breaks the submission, rolls into the ring to stop the count and rolls back out. Rev picks Alamar up, in a body slam position and then runs and slams Alamar’s back into the steel ring post, as the ref starts counting again ..)

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(Rev backs up a few steps and then, once again, charges and drives Alamar’s back into the ring post.)

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(Rev then body slams Alamar down onto the floor and rolls in at the 5 count. He stands in the center of the ring and begins to taunt.)

Art Campbell: I know Rev looks to be in full control at this juncture of the match but he needs to stay on Alamar, no matter what. This is still a World Title match.

Sid Carmack: I think he has a spare few seconds to gain his breath back. Just leave the man alone.

Art Campbell: He’s not taking a few seconds to gain his breath, he’s taunting!

Sid Carmack: That’s not taunting, that’s displaying confidence!

(The ref continues counting Alamar out …)

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(Alamar struggles to his feet, with the aid of the ring apron.)
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(Alamar gets up onto the ring apron and as he does, The Rev does a spring board drop kick off the ropes, to Alamar, sending him back to the outside.)

Sid Carmack: What a move by The Rev!!

Art Campbell: Dear God it sure was. Did you see how hard Alamar landed on the floor?!

Sid Carmack: You bet I did! What a shot!

(The Rev then slides under the bottom rope, heading to the outside again. He gets Alamar up and rolls him into the ring. Rev gets back into the ring as well and gets Aguston up to his feet. Rev then nails him with a back suplex. Rev yells something at Aguston and then slaps him in the face.)

Art Campbell: The Rev is showing the ultimate lack of respect here, for Aguston.

Sid Carmack: While I don’t think Rev should be doing anything that might cause Aguston to have even more reason to kill him, I love the confidence that Rev is showing.

Art Campbell: Confidence? That’s straight up ignorance!

Sid Carmack: I don’t think so, Art. Do you even know what ignorance is?

Art Campbell: Yeah, I sit next to it every night I broadcast a wrestling show.

(Rev brings Alamar back to his feet and this time, gets him into a snap suplex. He goes for a pin attempt …)

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Kickout!

Art Campbell: Alamar, showing some real guts kicking out of that move.

Sid Carmack: If there’s one thing that Alamar has shown us over the last few weeks, he is hell bent on taking that title off of Rev.

(Rev sets Alamar up, drives his knee into the back of Aguston and wrenches with a chin lock. After keeping that locked in for a while, Rev breaks it and gets Alamar up to his feet. He lifts Alamar up and then brings him down into a back breaker.)

Art Campbell: The Rev is really focusing on that lower back of Alamar Aguston.

Sid Carmack: He’s like a pitbull. Once he finds an opening, he attacks it relentlessly.

(Rev goes for another pin …)

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Kickout!

(Rev sits Alamar up again. He puts his knee into the lower back and then pulls back on Alamar’s arms. Alamar screams in pain and Foster asks if he wants to submit but Alamar keeps shaking his head no. Rev shoves Alamar over and puts him into a side headlock.)

Art Campbell: The Rev is really wearing Alamar down, here.

Sid Carmack: I think the end may be near for Aguston.

(Slowly, Alamar begins to work back up to his feet. Alamar drives his elbow into the midsection of Rev. He hits him with another one, forcing Rev to let go. Alamar gives him a big open palmed chop to the chest. He gives him one more but Rev comes right back with a rake to the eyes.)

Art Campbell: Oh come on! I’m not a Alamar Aguston supporter by any means but that was just cheap and desperate!

Sid Carmack: Hey, Rev’s title is on the line. He’s desperate to keep it. Desperate people do desperate things.

Art Campbell: This Rev is something else, let me tell ya.

(Rev grabs him and sends Alamar into the ropes. As he comes off the ropes, Rev leans forward anticipating a back drop but Alamar stops short and plants him with a DDT. Both men lay there, exhausted.)

Art Campbell: What a match! Both of these men are laying it all on the line, tonight!

Sid Carmack: They’re giving it all to win that World Title, Art! It’s all about the gold!

(They continue the lay there and the ref checks on them. He then starts the count ..)

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Art Campbell: We’ll either man get up in time?!

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(Both men begin to stir …)

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(Alamar and Rev get to their feet at just about the same time as one another.)

Sid Carmack: The match goes on!

(Alamar rocks Rev with a stiff right hand. Rev comes back with one of his own and Alamar retaliates with one of his trademark European uppercuts. Alamar grabs a hold of Rev and sends him into the ropes. As Rev comes off the ropes, he dives and nails Alamar with a clothesline. Rev gets back to his feet and gets Alamar up but again, Alamar begins to fight back with some right hand shots. Alamar attempts to send Rev into the ropes but Rev reverses it, sending Alamar off into them. As he comes off of the ropes, Alamar hit’s a diving forearm smash. They both get back up and Alamar delivers a clothesline. As Rev makes his way back to his feet, Alamar grabs him and sends him into the ropes again. As he comes off the ropes, Alamar delivers a back body drop. Alamar brings Rev back to his feet and attempts to Irish whip him into the corner but Rev reverses it. Rev charges but Alamar gets a boot up into his face, stopping him in his tracks. As Rev staggers backwards, Alamar goes up to the top rope. Rev turns around and Rev leaps off, hitting him with a standing moonsault. Alamar hooks a leg for a pin …)

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Kickout at 2 ½!!!

Art Campbell: I thought we had a new champion! Half a second away!

Sid Carmack: Alamar has Rev rocking! What an offensive move by Aguston!

(Alamar gives the Kealen Foster a look of desperation and brings The Rev back up to his feet. He backs him up into the ropes and attempts to send Rev into the ropes but he reverses it. Rev goes for a back drop but as he flips him over, Alamar holds on and rolls Rev up into a sunset flip …)

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3!! NO!! KICKOUT AT 2 ½!!

Art Campbell: Good God almighty, I thought it was over again!!

Sid Carmack: I don’t know if my heart can take anymore near falls like that, Art!

(They both get up and Rev swings at Alamar but Alamar ducks it and grabs him from behind. He goes for a belly to back suplex but Rev blocks it. He nails him with a couple back elbows to the mouth and then he slides around to the back of Aguston. This time, Rev tires for a belly to back suplex but Alamar blocks it as well. Alamar goes for an elbow but Rev scouts it, spinning Alamar around. Rev then grabs him and gives him bridging suplex pin …)

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Kickout!!

Art Campbell: These guys have to be going on empty right now!

Sid Carmack: Match of the year candidate, Art! That’s all I can say!

Art Campbell: You won’t get no argument from me, that’s for damn sure!

(Both men get to their feet and Rev swings at Alamar but he ducks it. Alamar grabs Rev’s arms and goes for a backslide pin but Rev does all he can to block it and the two struggle for position. Rev spins Alamar around and delivers a knee lift to the midsection. Rev backs into the ropes and then nails Alamar with a clothesline. Rev climbs up to the second rope and as Alamar is getting to his feet, Rev jumps off and connects with a big bulldog. Rev gets up and does a springboard moonsault off the ropes. Rev hooks the leg …)

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3!!?! NO! Kickout!!!

Art Campbell: How did Alamar kickout!? How did he reach down and pull out another kickout!?!

Sid Carmack: You’re guess is as good as mine, Art! I thought Rev had him!

(Rev screams at the ref that it was a 3 and goes for the pin again …)

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Kickout!!

(Rev gets Alamar up to his feet and lays into him with a knife edge chop. He then sends Alamar into the ropes. Rev anticipates a backdrop but Alamar stops short and delivers a kick to the mouth. Alamar swings at Rev avoids it and takes him down with an arm drag. He holds onto the arm and then locks in the Deus Es Mortuus. Alamar screams in pain and claws towards the rope. Foster asks if he wants to tap and he shakes his head no.)

Sid Carmack: I think he’s gonna tap, Art! I think it’s gonna come to an end!

Art Campbell: Will Alamar’s dreams of becoming champion end here?!

(Just when it looks like Alamar is about to tap out .. He gets his hand on the bottom rope.)

Art Campbell: No! The match isn’t over yet!

(Rev keeps it locked in until the ref gets to a 4 count and he finally breaks it. He pulls Alamar away from the ropes and begins to get him up but Alamar reaches up and rolls him up into a small package pin …)

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3!!! NO!!! Kickout at 2 ½!!!

Art Campbell: My God he was less than an inch away from winning the title!!

Sid Carmack: I’m sweating over here, watching this! This is great!

Art Campbell: I knew this was going to be a hell of a match going into it but I didn’t know it was going to be this great!

(They both struggle to get up to a vertical basis. Rev lands a kick to the midsection of Aguston and then drills him into the match with a Tiger Driver ‘98. Rev goes for a pin ..)

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Kickout!!

Art Campbell: I thought it was over, again! Alamar was DRIVEN into the mat!

Sid Carmack: I don’t think either man has much more, Art. I have no idea who’s going to win and how they’re gonna do it.

(Rev looks on in amazement and surprise. He gets up and goes over to the corner, going up to the top rope. He then leaps off and connects with Alamar’s own “Spanish Frog Splash.” Rev hooks the leg …)

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3!!! NO! Kickout!!

Art Campbell: Rev just hit Alamar with one of his own finishing moves and he STILL kicked out!!

Sid Carmack: I don’t know HOW he pulled that out of him!

Art Campbell: Both of these men are showing some incredible guts, here tonight. Like them or not, and I’m sure the majority of you don’t, you can’t deny that these guys are putting on an incredible match.

(Rev brings Alamar to his feet and sets him up in the corner. Rev hits him with a couple of hard knife edge chops to the chest. He then drives his shoulder into the midsection a couple of times. Rev then sends Alamar into the opposite corner and runs right behind him. Before Alamar gets to the corner, he jumps up onto the second rope and does a springboad back elbow to The Rev. Alamar starts to attack Rev with punch after punch, until the ref is forced to pull Alamar off.)

Art Campbell: Where did this sudden burst of energy come from Alamar?!

Sid Carmack: Pure adrenaline, Art. It’s gotta be!

(Alamar gets Rev to his feet and the two of them begin to exchange punches with each other. Alamar gives him a kick to the stomach and then nails him with dropkick. Alamar grabs Rev’s legs and then catapolts him, face first, into the turnbuckle. Alamar then rolls him up with a school boy pin ..)

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Kickout! At 2 ½!

(They both get back up and Alamar swings at Rev but Rev ducks it. He then gives Alamar a rake of the nails down the back. Alamar falls to his knees in pain and Rev gives him a stiff kick to the back. Rev gets him up to his feet and then picks him up and sets him on the top rope, with his back facing to the ring. Rev gives him a few shots to the lower back for good measure before he climbs up to the top rope with Alamar. Rev goes for a back suplex off the top rope but Alamar floats over with it, landing on top of The Rev. Alamar rolls off and the two men lay on the mat, seemingly lifeless.)

Art Campbell: That might have been the last bit of energy either of them had! This could be over folks!

(The ref checks on them and then begins his count, as they are down …)

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4.…

(Alamar turns over and drapes an arm over the chest of The Rev …)

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Kickout!!

Sid Carmack: He kicked out!!

Art Campbell: You’ve gotta wonder, if it wasn’t for those vital 4 seconds where he couldn’t capitalize, if he would have got him!

(Alamar gets up and calls for his “Spanish Frog Splash.” He slowly, climbs the ropes and gets to the top. Rev sees this, climbs to his knees and then throws himself at the ropes, causing Alamar to crotch himself on the top.)

Sid Carmack: Ouch! That’s gonna leave a mark!

Art Campbell: That may be the end of Alamar right there. That’s that’s certainly going to take the wind out of his sail.

(Rev gets to his feet and then climbs up to the top rope, again. He goes for a superplex but Alamar blocks it. He tries again but once again, it is blocked. Alarmar then shoves Rev off of the top rope, sending him crashing to the mat below. Alamar leaps off, going for the “Spanish Frog Splash” but Rev gets his knees up into the midsection of Alamar. Rev gets up and gets Alamar to his feet. Rev then picks him up and drills him into the mat with “The Birth Of Tragedy.” Rev hooks the leg for a pin …)

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3!!!

Art Campbell: And this incredible match is over!

Sid Carmack: Rev retains! What an impressive showing!

Art Campbell: You’re damned right it was impressive. Impressive by Alamar Aguston as well. There were numerous times when I thought he had it.

Sid Carmack: I don’t normally say this about The Rev because he usually wins decisively but there were a few times I was questioning whether or not he was going to retain it.

Art Campbell: You’re not the only one Sid. You, me and the entire arena thought so on several occasions.

Sid Carmack: I still can’t get over how great this match was!

Art Campbell: I knew it would be great but in no way did I ever expect it to turn out like it did.

Sid Carmack: I know one thing, Art. Alamar HAS to have gained some respect from his peers.

Art Campbell: No doubt, Sid. He showed tonight, that he belongs in the main event picture.

Sid Carmack: Man, I hope we see a rematch sometime down the line!

Art Campbell: You and me both, partner. Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us on this epic night for PWSR. You saw multiple title changes, some of the most brutal matches we’ve seen in a long time, a surprise appearence by Ty Cyrus, Chris Wylde is back, the return of one of the biggest stars in PWS history, Daz and one of best matches, I’ve ever personally witnessed and much more! Join us on Lock Up to see the fall out from tonight. Lord knows there’s plenty of questions to be answered. For my partner, Sid Carmack, goodnight folks!

Winner: The Rev via pinfall and STILL PWSR World Heavyweight Champion!!

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