(Live from the Dunkin' Donuts Center in Providence, RI)
RESULTS POSTED!!!
Main Event
Damage Inc. vs Country Grammar Inc.
Chaz Holiday vs El Incendío
Kris Kaizer vs Trisha Lee Moore
Fatal-4-Way Rated-R Championship Match
Sledge vs Noble Domino Jr. vs Steve McCain vs Andrew Ryder (c)
Blade vs Miss Puppies
PLUS
Daz's first Lock Up appearance since December!
Drake DeMarco promises to make an impact!
Watch how Trisha Lee Moore reacts to the shocking events at Retribution!
See what Chris Wylde does in his first full day on the job!
The Rev has a surprise planned for the people of Rhode Island!
AND MORE
(Card subject to change)
Art Campbell: Coming off the back of an amazing night at Retribution, we are live in Providence, Rhode Island ... welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to Saturday Night Lockup! Tonight, the moment we've all been waiting for as Daz makes his first appearance on network television since December 2009. I'm Art Campbell at ringside, and unfortunately Sid Carmack is here too -
Sid Carmack: Even though it means sitting next to you, I'm glad to be here tonight! I wouldn't want to miss what happens when Drake DeMarco comes out here later on in the show ... I think there'll be controversy for sure!
Art Campbell: Everything Drake DeMarco does is controversial Sid! Don't forget that The Rev has promised a surprise for the people of Rhode Island tonight after his epic title defence at Retribution ... I shudder to think what that may be. But let's get this show started!
(Suddenly, "Can't Be Touched" starts booming around the arena at deafening volume and the fans leap up screaming and yelling with excitement as Daz walks out onto the stage in front of the crowd)
Art Campbell: The roof has just exploded off of the Dunkin' Donuts Center! Daz ... is ... back! What a way to open up the show tonight!
Skylar Mosier: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome - DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZ!
Art Campbell: I don't think they need to be told Skylar! Man, listen to the ovation!
(Daz heads down to the ring and Skylar hands him the microphone. He stands in the ring for a moment waiting for the fans to quieten down before he can start talking to them)
Daz: You know... I still have a little bit of my hearing left in my ears, you guys REALLY couldn't get any louder?
(Daz smirks as the fans begin to cheer again, chanting "Welcome Back! Welcome Back!" Daz looks around the arena, and shakes his head with a smile.)
Daz: First and foremost I must say, it must be good to have me back!
(Daz looks around confused as the fans laugh, and Skylar whispers something into his ear.)
Daz: Erm... good to be back! That's what I meant!
(The fans begin to laugh a little more and start to cheer "WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!" even louder than before. Daz just smirks and interrupts them.)
Daz: While I'd love to stand out here and keep making jokes with you all, The Rev AND Drake DeMarco both need to talk tonight so that's an hour and 45 minutes within itself, so I'll make this nice and quick. In all seriousness, it IS good to be back here tonight in front of all of my PWSR family and friends. To say I didn't miss you all would be to say we all DO miss Harlow, it'd just be a flat out lie. While I had a blast with my time in PWSWF, I must admit, I got a little home sick, and the PWSR will ALWAYS be my home.
(The fans cheer, and Daz nods his head.)
Daz: That being said, I wish my comeback would have been a little more prestigious and under different terms then they did. For the last month, Trisha Lee Moore, the biggest mouth in the PWSR has seemingly finally lost what was left of her mind. For whatever reason, just because she couldn't retain her title for more than a month she has been taking it out on any and every innocent bystander in her path. And unfortunately for Trisha, one of those people she decided to target was my VERY good friend Candy. And that, is just unacceptable. Trisha Lee Moore has proven that she is not just another woman wrestler, and to an extent I respect that. What I don't respect is targeting somebody who is obviously weaker than her, and tearing them apart. And no, I'm not talking about when she beat Blade! Trisha Lee Moore target Candy for the simple fact that she knew she could beat her up. After FAILING to beat The Rev, Trisha took the easy way out to try to regain her pride. That'd have been like me going backstage and beating up Lenny Jennings when I lost the world title! So for weeks I watched you go back and forth with Candy, Marcus Redd, Chaz Holiday, and I honestly just got sick of it. You can bully around anyone you want Trisha, but you will not bully around my friends. If you're looking for a fight, then I'll tell you exactly where you can find one. You show up at Independence, and you make your way to this ring, and standing here waiting for you WILL be a fight.
(The fans explode with cheers and Daz smirks.)
Art Campbell: WOW! I think Daz just laid down the challenge to Trisha for Independence!
Sid Carmack: Well it certainly looks that way!
(Suddenly, “Overrated” by Three Days Grace starts to play and Daz looks slightly irritated as PWSR Chairman Dave Diamond comes walking out down the ramp to the ring. Dave steps into the ring and grabs the mic out of Daz’s hand, getting booed by the fans)
Dave Diamond: Listen Daz ... just because you’re making a big return tonight doesn’t give you the right to come out here and call the shots. You want Trisha Lee Moore at Independence? Well that’s too bad!
(Dave’s announcement angers all the fans, and Daz, who stands there arguing with Dave for a brief moment before Diamond starts explaining himself)
Dave Diamond: For almost a whole year now I’ve tried damn hard to ensure that Daz vs Trisha Lee Moore will not happen in a PWSR ring ... for months I had to listen to Trisha bitch and moan about wanting to face you Daz, I was sick of it. I made up my mind, and I’m not gonna change it now just because you and a few idiots in Providence, Rhode Island want to see the match! Trisha Lee Moore will NOT be wrestling Daz at Independence!
(Daz starts trying to reason with Dave in asking him to make the match but Dave shakes his head and turns to step out of the ring and walk to the back)
Art Campbell: God, I hate Dave Diamond sometimes ... we all want to see that match! The whole world has been crying out to see Daz come back and shut Trisha up but the chairman has spoken folks. The match is off!
(Just as Dave is about to step through the ropes and head backstage, “Original Prankster” gets blared out around the arena and Dave looks shocked and furious as commissioner Chris Wylde runs out down the ramp and slides into the ring. The fans explode into another huge pop as Wylde gets up and embraces Daz)
Art Campbell: I never thought I’d see the day ... Daz and Chris Wylde in the same ring at the same time once again! Man, this has already been a memorable night!
(Wylde grabs the mic straight out of Dave’s hand and screams into it)
Chris Wylde: Hellooooooooo Providence!
(The fans pop loudly for the mention of their hometown)
Chris Wylde: You know ... I was sitting backstage relaxing in my office and watching Daz do what he does best ... and the next minute I hear the sharp-dressed walrus out here spewing some of the most ridiculous BULLSHIT I’ve heard in my life...
(Dave steps forward and looks angry at Wylde who just laughs and looks at Daz)
Chris Wylde: In case you hadn’t noticed Dave-O, it’s your job to ensure that the fans get what they want to see when they come to the shows. Now, just because YOU don’t want to see a match happen is no reason to deny millions of people a match they’ve wanted for months, is it?
Art Campbell: Thank Christ ... common sense at long last!
Chris Wylde: Therefore ladies and gentlemen –
Dave Diamond: YOU CAN’T DO THIS!
Chris Wylde: - whether Dave Diamond likes it or not ... on Sunday, July 25 at Independence ... Daz WILL go one-on-one with Trisha Lee Moore! Thank you.
(Chris rolls out of the ring and starts walking to the back as the fans are cheering deafeningly for the major announcement)
Sid Carmack: WHAT?! Dave’s right.... he can’t do this!
Art Campbell: But he can Sid, and he just did! Its official ... Daz and Trisha head-to-head at Independence ... a year in the making!
(As Wylde gets to the top of the ramp, Trisha Lee Moore suddenly walks out from behind the curtain and kicks him right in the nuts – causing him to fall down in a heap on the stage. Trisha leans over and grabs his mic, as Daz is standing in the ring raging at her and the air fills with deafening boos)
Trisha Lee Moore: Oh go ahead, boo me all you like ... I don’t give a fuck. I just made more of an impact on Lockup in five seconds than Daz has in six months, and that’s a damn fact! Aww, what’s the matter Daz? After a year of dodging me, you’ve finally been backed into a corner and now the whole world is going to find out that ... really ... you’re not that good!
(Trisha seems to be pissing off the crowd to a ridiculous extent as she berates Daz on the mic. Wylde crawls to the back, getting a few kicks in the ribs from Trisha on his way)
Trisha Lee Moore: If you were as good as you think you are Daz, you’d have accepted the challenge last year ... you had plenty of opportunities to prove yourself against me in that ring and you ducked every chance like a coward. You ran off to another company to avoid having to wrestle ME!
(Trisha points at various people in Daz t-shirts in the crowd)
Trisha Lee Moore: Yes ... your beloved Daz packed his stuff up and fled to a whole different organisation just to avoid having to fight me in a match. You’ve been running scared for months now Daz – but I finally got your attention now! And to think ... all it took was to terrorise a stupid, naive bitch Candy ... a girl who’s so stupid that she actually likes you Daz!
(Daz grabs another mic and screams up the ramp at Trisha)
Daz: YOU’RE GOING TO REGRET THAT!
Trisha Lee Moore: The only thing I regret is not crippling her for good when I had the chance!
(Suddenly, after seeing his friend kicked in the nuts and hearing Trisha berating Candy, Daz flips and jumps out of the ring, running up the ramp towards Trisha)
Trisha Lee Moore: Come on Daz..... GET ON MY LEVEL!
(Trisha throws the mic down and runs to the back, frustrating Daz who chases right through the curtain after her! As both disappear from view, Art and Sid reflect on what’s happened at ringside)
Art Campbell: Wow, what an explosive, volatile start to Saturday Night Lockup folks ... I have no idea where Daz and Trisha are heading right now, but what I do know is that Chris Wylde just commissioned a match minutes ago between the two of them at Independence, a match which you cannot afford to miss ladies and gentlemen.
Sid Carmack: I don’t think Daz knows what he’s letting himself in for Art –
Art Campbell: Well, we’ll have more on this situation when we get it, I’m hearing now that Daz is searching for Trisha back there in the locker room area – this could get out of hand! Coming up momentarily though, Miss Puppies is about to wrestle Blade ... and this promises to be unusual if nothing else
Sid Carmack: That’s one way to describe it!
Blade vs Miss Puppies
(The bell rings, and the two face off in the center of the ring. Blade begins to trash talk Puppies, and she gives it right back to him. Blade then shoves Miss Puppies, and she stumbles back a little to the amusement of Blade.)
AC: Oh what a tough guy he is.
SC: Hey she asked for this match, so anything that happens to her she deserves in my opinion.
AC: Of course you’d think that.
(Blade smirks, and Miss Puppies nods her head, laughing with him before drilling him out of nowhere with a big boot to the gut, then a hard smack to the face! The fans cheer and Blade stumbles back into the ropes, and holding his face embarrassed.)
SC: HEY! She can’t do that, that’s disrespectful!
AC: Turn about’s fair play Sid.
(Blade turns around furious and charges Puppies, but she ducks. Blade turns around again only to get a stiff right hand to the jaw. Blade stumbles back, obviously embarrassed again, looking out into the fans and trying not to lose his temper.)
AC: I personally think this is a great technique by Miss Puppies. Get Blade frustrated, and he’ll continue to make mistakes!
SC: This shouldn’t be allowed, Blades a hardcore legend! He shouldn’t have to face a woman!
AC: What about when he faced Trisha?
SC: She’s not a woman. She’s a God!
AC: I think you got that word flipped there Sid.
SC: HEY!
(Blade turns around looking like he’s about to charge again, but Puppies is waiting for him and takes him down with a drop toehold. Blade goes down face first HARD into the mat, and Miss Puppies floats over him and quickly locks him in a headlock.)
AC: Miss Puppies seems to be in control here tonight thus far.
SC: This is all a fluke thus far. When Blade catches her he’s going to send her back to Dirty Dogg neutered!
AC: That would mean she had… you know. I think you meant spade.
SC: Nope. I meant what I said.
AC: … you’re a horrible person.
(Blade begins to fight to his feet, getting upright but Miss Puppies keeps the headlock locked in. Blade continues to struggle, stumbling a little bit before finally reaching over his head, grabbing Puppies by the head and hair and takes her over quickly with a snap mare and snatches in a quick headlock of his own, smirking and yelling at Miss Puppies.)
AC: Look at Blade, he looks like he just won the World Title.
SC: It was a tremendous maneuver! Give Blade his due!
AC: It was a snap mare, and he’s treating it like he just hit 450 Splash!
SC: He wouldn’t do that… he’d hit Miss Puppies and bounce off her out of the ring.
AC: Would you stop!?
(Blade keeps the hold locked in until finally breaking it and hitting the ropes driving a stiff forearm right into the spine of Miss Puppies. She writhes in pain, and Blade pulls her back by the hair and goes for a quick pin.)
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Kickout!
(Blade stays on the attack., pulling Miss Puppies up by the hair and shoving her into the corner. He then charges, and flattens Miss Puppies in the corner with a clothesline. She slowly stumbles out, and Blade hits her with a stiff kick to the gut and sets her up before taking her up and over with a powerful vertical suplex! Blade goes for another pin, neglecting to hook the leg.)
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Kickout!
AC: WOW! I can’t believe-
SC: I KNOW! Me either. How on earth did Blade lift that semi truck of a woma-
AC: I WAS GOING to say that she kicked out!
SC: Oh… that too.
(Blade seems to get slightly frustrated, getting to his feet yet again. He then picks Puppies up and whips her across the ring into the corner. Blade then raises his hands and taunts before charging yet again. However this time Miss Puppies gets out of the way and Blade goes crashing chest first into the turn post. He slowly stumbles back and Miss Puppies grabs him, hitting him with an inverted DDT! She hooks the leg and pins him!)
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Kickout!
AC: OH! I thought Miss Puppies just stole one there!
(Both of them get to their feet at the same time, and Miss Puppies hits him with a back elbow right to the jaw. Blade hits hard and bounces off, stumbling out towards the ropes. Blade then turns around holding his jaw and gets a stiff boot right to the midsection before setting him up for what looks like a vertical suplex of her own.)
SC: There is no way she can do this…
AC: Nobody will ever question the strength of Miss Puppies, but this is too much!
(Before she can even try to lift him Blade drills her with a stiff right hand to the side of the ribs.)
SC: Haha I KNEW she wouldn’t be able to hit it! Blade’s just too good for Miss Puppies Art, when are you going to listen to me?
(Blade then smirks, and grabs her by the head, and spins her around. He holds her there in position for a neck breaker, and looks out to the crowd. He holds up his free hand and yells “THIS IS IT!” However before he can finish his statement Miss Puppies spins out of it and pushes Blade into the turn post hard. Blade stumbles out holding his chest, and she hit’s a school boy! The ref pins!)
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3!!!!
SC: WHAT THE HELL!?!?!
AC: NO WAY! She… SHE DID IT!
(The bell rings and the fans EXPLODE as Miss Puppies rolls out of the ring.)
Skylar: The winner of this match, MISS PUPPIES!!!
(Blade gets to his feet FURIOUSLY as Miss Puppies makes her way to the back, looking at the ring with a huge smile on her face!)
AC: Miss Puppies has beat the hardcore legend! I can’t believe it!
SC: ME EITHER! This isn’t right! Somebody scratch this match from the record books, it never happened!
AC: Oh it happened Sid, and Miss Puppies won! What an upset!
Winner: Miss Puppies via pinfall.
(After the opening match, the camera cuts to the back where Daz has caught up with Trisha Lee Moore in the backstage area. The two are brawling furiously through a corridor near the interview set, sending the fans crazy cheering for Daz once again. Trisha starts hitting Daz with stiff punches to the face, rocking him back and forth to enormous boos out in the arena. Daz fires back and slaps Trisha right across the face to hilarious cheers)
Art Campbell: GOOD GOD IT'S CHAOS BACK THERE! Daz and Trisha are beating the holy hell out of each other just three weeks before they meet in the ring at Independence ... we need to get security or something back there to break it up!
Sid Carmack: Nah, let them go at it Art - I wanna see Daz get his ass kicked!
(Daz grabs Trisha's arm and throws her into a vending machine in the hallway. A can of cola pops out and Daz starts drinking it, then blasts Trisha with the rest of it, sending her into an even bigger rage. Trisha pokes Daz in the eyes and pushes him backwards with force, causing him to fall straight through the interview set and stumble over the technical equipment. Trisha grabs one of the metal supports off the set and starts swinging it around towards Daz, who backs up on the floor and tries to get away)
Art Campbell: Well this is a dangerous situation folks ... Trisha Lee Moore is about to destroy Daz back there with that, well, some part of the interview area! We need help back there NOW, I'm serious!
(Luckily, just as Art is screaming into his headset, a number of referees and security guards come storming out from the staff room and tackle Trisha from behind, causing her to drop the weapon and scream as she's held down on the floor. A scared looking Daz picks himself up and runs off in the direction of the parking lot)
Sid Carmack: It looks like Daz has decided to take off out of here -
Art Campbell: Who can blame him Sid ... Trisha was about to knock his head off! Coming up after the break, the Rated-R Championship is on the line. Stay tuned!
THE PWSR MEGASTORE - RELAUNCHING SOON ON PWSMARKS.COM
Noble Domino Jr. vs. Sledge .vs. Steve McCain vs. Andrew Ryder (c)
(The bell rings, and all four men stand in the ring facing off. They all look around at each other, all taking their stances, all trying to figure out the best way to start off.)
AC: Well here we go, a hardcore fatal four way for the Rated R Title! This should be great Sid.
SC: You got that right. Anytime I get to see 4 people beat each other senseless with weapons it’s a good time.
AC: Well I don’t think it’ll be so much a good time for these four.
(They keep their distance, trying to find some place to pick their spot when finally Sledge takes the first step and attacks the current champion Andrew Ryder. However from behind Nobel decks Sledge in the back of the head, sending him down to the mat. Andrew and Noble begin to team up on Sledge in the corner, and McCain sits back and watches it all unfold.)
SC: I like McCain’s strategy here, let those three idiots beat each other senseless and pick up the pieces!
AC: Well lets hope for his sake this team of Andrew and Noble doesn’t last too long.
(The two keep Sledge grounded in the corner with hard right hands, knees, and stomps, until they finally both grab him and toss him out of the ring. Seeing that Sledge had been tossed out of the ring, McCain quickly rolls out and heads towards him on the outside. Back on the inside Andrew and Noble lock up, trying to out power each other in the center of the ring. Andrew is able to gain control backing Noble up into the ropes and lighting him up with right hands. On the outside McCain picks Sledge up and slams him head first into the steel steps, sending him down to the mat.)
AC: This has already broken down here Sid!
SC: I know, and I’m loving it already!
(McCain begins to stomp the chest of Sledge on the outside, keeping him against the barricade as he stomps his chest. Back on the inside Domino has taken control, backing Andrew into the corner and raining right hands down onto his head. However at the 7 count, Andrew reaches up and shoves Noble, sending him down over the top rope and to the mats below HARD, rolling in front of the announcers table. Andrew looks down at his work, and the fans sit in a buzz.)
AC: DAMN! Did you hear that thud?
SC: Noble almost landed in our laps out here! That would have been horrible.
AC: You didn’t complain that time Trisha was thrown into our laps.
SC: Only you would try to compare Noble and Trisha.
(Andrew turns to McCain who has dragged Sledge to his feet on the outside. Andrew then charges, and goes for a baseball slide. However Sledge is able to move out of the way, and only McCain gets hit. McCain goes down and Andrew turns to Sledge, who charges and drills Andrew right in the face with a running spinning heel kick. Andrew goes down hard, holding his jaw and Sledge tries to regain some strength.)
SC: Ouch… Andrew just got his teeth kicked down his throat.
AC: That was a sick spinning heel kick! This match is turning violent quick.
(Sledge gets to his feet as McCain slowly gets on his hands and knees trying to get up, but Sledge kicks him hard in the ribs. On the other side Noble begins to get up, and Sledge looks over and sees him. Sledge makes his way up onto the barricade, and begins to charge towards Noble balancing on the barricade. Noble turns around and Sledge leaps off at him for a cross body, but Noble catches him in mid air and spins, powers laming him through the Spanish Announcer’s table!)
AC: HOLY…
SC: HE JUST KILLED SLEDGE!
(Sledge and Noble lay, both not moving much as the fans begin to chant “Holy Shit! Holy Shit!” On the other side Andrew Ryder gets rolled into the ring by McCain. McCain begins to enter the ring, but instead rolls back out and looks underneath the apron skirt. He slowly pulls out a trashcan that seems to be full of weapons and rolls it into the ring.)
SC: HERE we go… break out the weapons!
AC: This is NOT good Sid… this could be bad for Andrew.
(McCain rolls in and grabs a stop sign and turns around, only to be nailed in the jaw with a big boot by Andrew! McCain goes down hard, dropping the sign. However Andrew picks up the sign, and when McCain gets to his feet and turns around Andrew drills him in the skull with the stop sign! He goes down hard, and Ryder pins him!)
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NOBLE BREAKS IT UP!
AC: WOW! I didn’t even see Noble get to his feet.
(Noble gets Ryder up, and drills him with a stiff knee to the gut. He then grabs the trashcan and tips it upside down, dumping all the weapons out of it. Noble turns around, and so does Andrew. However Andrew sees Noble coming, and goes for another Big Boot. However Noble ducks it, and when Andrew turns, Noble blasts him in the skull with the trashcan, sending Andrew down hard.)
SC: YES! I love this sooooo much.
AC: You’re horrible! LOOK, Andrew’s bleeding, this is awful!
SC: No it’s not… look at him, he’s wearing the Crimson Mask! This is incredible.
(Noble turns around, only to get a running forearm by Sledge. Noble goes down, and Sledge turns around and grabs a kendo stick. Noble turns around and Sledge swings, but Noble ducks and it hit’s the rope, snapping back and hitting Sledge right in the forehead. He drops it and stumbles back, right into a pump handle slam by Noble! Noble pins)
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McCain breaks it up!
AC: And this time McCain breaks up the three count! What a match this has been.
(Noble gets up and McCain goes for a clothesline, but Noble ducks and shoves McCain out of the ring through the second and top rope. McCain tumbles to the floor hard. Noble begins to get Sledge up, but Sledge hooks him in a small cradle.)
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Andrew breaks it up!
SC: None of these guys are going to let anybody else win!
(All three men begin to get to their feet, and each grab a weapon. Andrew picks up a lead pipe, Noble picks up the kendo stick, and Sledge grabs the trashcan lid.)
SC: Here we go, an old fashion Texas Standoff!
(They all look at each other, and both charge Sledge! They both swing, but Sledge ducks! Since the kendo stick is longer, it smacks right into the temple of Andrew! Ryder stumbles back and out of the ring, and Noble turns right into a Spear!)
AC: SPEAR BY SLEDGE! This could be it!
(However out of nowhere McCain rolls back in with the Rated R Title, and smacks it off the skull of Sledge! McCain pins!)
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3!!!!!
SC: YES!
AC: WOW! McCains won the title back!
Skylar: The winner of this match and the NEW Rated R champion… STEVE McCAIN!
(McCain rolls out with a huge smirk on his face and the title in hand, leaving everyone else in the wreckage in the ring.)
Winner: Steve McCain and NEW PWSR Rated R Champion!
(The camera cuts to a shot of the backstage corridor at the Dunkin’ Donuts Center, as the cameraman starts pacing through hallways to get to one of the locker rooms. The camera shot eventually stops suddenly and focuses up at a half-open door with a massive gold star on the outside saying Trisha Lee Moore)
Art Campbell: Well there you see the locker room of Trisha folks, who we found out earlier tonight will wrestle Daz in 22 days at Independence, I personally can’t wait for that one!
Sid Carmack: You and me both Art, I can’t wait to see Trisha beat that idiot Daz up once and for all … she’s waited over a year for this -
Art Campbell: Well you’ll be waiting even longer Sid, because Daz is going to win!
(The cameraman nervously looks inside the locker room to see what all the fuss was about, pushing the door back tentatively hoping to avoid the wrath of Ms Moore. As it opens further, we see that Trisha isn’t even in her room, and the crew start talking amongst themselves, confused. Her wardrobe is laying broken across the floor in the middle of the room with clothes and makeup strewn all over the carpet. The fans start cheering as they see the chaos)
Sid Carmack: What the hell?! Oh man, Trisha is going to KILL someone if she ever finds out who did this to her stuff! I bet it’s that damn Daz … in fact I guarantee …
Art Campbell: Would it kill you to stop making assumptions Sid? Just for once, could you at least try to be an impartial announcer?!
(Curious to try and find out exactly what has happened, the crew walk into the room further, spinning the camera around to the corner of the room. As it zooms in, they all try to suppress their shock and laughter as they see Candy’s pet poodle Fluffy sitting on top of a pile of Trisha’s ripped up clothing. The fans inside the arena burst out laughing as they realise what happened, and the close-up camera shot suggests Fluffy has peed in the locker room)
Art Campbell: Hahahaha! My God, Fluffy just destroyed half of Trisha’s attire …. What the hell is she going to wear tonight?! She’s still got to come out here and wrestle!
Sid Carmack: Man, I hope that dog gets run over -
Art Campbell: STOP IT!
Sid Carmack: No seriously … I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again … that dog is a damn hazard to society! Dave Diamond, if you’re watching, take that thing to the vet and have it put down! Not only did that wretched thing pee in Sapphire’s eye a couple of months back and cost her the title, but now ruining a locker room - I demand that dog be killed!
Art Campbell: God almighty will you stop talking! I swear, this show has been on the air now for 89 episodes and that may just be the single most ridiculous thing ever uttered on a Lockup Broadcast!
Sid Carmack (muttering under his breath): I hope Trisha has that thing stuffed -
Art Campbell: For crying out loud … I wish someone would stuff you!
(Suddenly the camera shot changes to an outside view of the streets around the arena, and a nice overhead panoramic view of the Providence skyline with the Dunkin’ Donuts Center right in the middle. A graphic in the top corner reminds everyone that we are live in Rhode Island, and then we cut to a moving camera shot mounted to the side of a bus)
Art Campbell: What the hell is this about Sid, there seems to be something going on out there on the streets of Providence that warrants having our camera crews present!
(The camera slowly rotates around and reveals a sight which gets all the fans in the arena booing. An enormous open-top bus with The Rev’s face on the side is driving through the streets around the building, mounted screens on the side showing highlights of all his recent victories. A group of helpers in black uniforms stand at the back of the bus throwing blue confetti and streamers off into the streets as Rev holds the championship belt aloft proudly standing right at the front)
Sid Carmack: This is amazing Art … what a celebration out there!
Art Campbell: What celebration?! The Rev is the only person outside this arena tonight that’s celebrating folks! The only time you’ll catch the general public lining the streets cheering when Rev’s around is en route to his funeral -
Sid Carmack: SHUT YOUR MOUTH!
(The Rev grabs a microphone and hoists the belt up over his right shoulder, whilst his parade helpers throw pin badges with his face on to random confused-looking bystanders.)
The Rev: I’d like to thank you all for coming out tonight and being a part of my first ever victory parade! It’s an honour to finally have every single person in this city recognise me as the best in the world. Tonight though, is not about you, tonight is about ME! You see, after I overcame the odds again at Retribution and finally got rid of that damned rodent Alamar Aguston, I felt a fitting tribute to my glorious and legendary career necessary. My only regret is that I have to showcase my brilliance in the run-down, backwards shithole known as Providence, Rhode Island!
(The fans inside the arena watching on the big screen begin booing with intense hatred as The Rev continues his open top bus parade around the streets of their city, talking down at the pedestrians around the place from the safety of the top level of his personalised parade bus)
The Rev: Ladies and gentlemen, you are watching the greatest moment in the history of this awful, vile city. Forever and a day, the idiots that populate this sewer will tell their children and their grandchildren about the glorious day they lined the streets for the visit of the greatest living entertainer of the modern generation
Art Campbell: Dear Lord, I thought the appreciation night was bad …. this is beyond ridiculous!
(The Rev pauses for a moment, still with the fans in the building screaming abuse at him, before kissing the championship belt and taking it off his shoulder, hoisting it high in the air and then fastening the coveted prize around his waist. Rev leans back arrogantly and gestures as if he’s polishing up the title belt)
The Rev: I don’t know why I ever doubted myself, I did exactly what I promised all along … I finally destroyed the hopes and dreams of the tedious Spanish bastard and crushed him, I sent him backing back into mediocrity where he belongs. Hell, Alamar Aguston doesn’t even have the balls to show his face here in Providence, Rhode Island tonight … he flew back home to Madrid right after Retribution to sulk and cry and reflect on where it all went so horribly wrong. Well Alamar … that’s what you get when you step into the ring with greatness … you get exposed as the ignominious fraud that you are!
(Rev’s face lights up with a wide, arrogant smile as the bus starts driving away from the arena and out into the downtown area of Providence)
The Rev: Let this be a warning to any of you bastards who are even thinking of stepping up and challenging for the world title. No matter how good you think you are, no matter what you’ve accomplished in your pathetic little lives …. You will NEVER even be half as great as I am! Alamar found out the hard way and now he’s drowning his sorrows at home, now which of you miserable fucks will be the next to step up?! Daz … you want a shot at this … I’ll cripple you as well you sad bastard!
(The camera shows a split-screen of the fans in the arena booing, jeering and throwing things at the screens above the crowd)
Sid Carmack: He’s got a point you know Art …
Art Campbell: HE DOES NOT!
The Rev: On that note, this parade is heading out to the big time, because unlike you low-life parasites … I actually have something to celebrate!
(The shot of Rev on the victory parade fades out and we cut to ringside where Art and Sid are talking)
Art Campbell: May God have mercy on the state of Rhode Island!
Sid Carmack: What more could these people want Art? They have the best wrestler in the world touring their city!
Art Campbell: Exactly. We’ll be back after this commercial break folks …
PWSR Presents Independence 2010 - Live Sunday July 25th!
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Confirmed Matches so far:
Daz vs Trisha Lee Moore
Chaz Holiday vs. El Incendio
(Once Holiday enters the ring, Incendio immediately attacks with a barrage of knees to the stomach and ax handle blows to the back of the neck. Incendio gets Chaz up and tosses him outside the ring. Incendio waits in the ring and once Chaz gets back to his feet, Incendio hits the ropes and then baseball slides into the face of Chaz Holiday.)
Art Campbell: Incendio is not wasting any time going at Chaz Holiday.
Sid Carmack: He probably wants to get this match over with as soon as he can so he doesn’t have get his hands too dirty wrestling this … Freak.
Art Campbell: Freak? Because he’s not like you, he’s a freak?
Sid Carmack: No, because he gives me the creeps is why he’s a freak.
Art Campbell: You’re so narrow minded.
(Incendio goes over to Chaz and tosses him back into the ring. He stands over him and nails Chaz with a few right hands before getting him back to his feet. Incendio then sends him into the ropes and hits Chaz with a dropkick. Incendio then climbs to the middle rope and drops a big knee to the head of Holiday.)
Art Campbell: Incendio is really putting a hurting on Chaz here in the early going of this match.
Sid Carmack: Of course he is, Art. Chaz is nowhere even close to being in Incendio’s league.
Art Campbell: Are you really that ignorant? Chaz pinned the World Champion for God’s sake!
Sid Carmack: That was circumstantial! You know if it wasn’t for that miss-throw by Incendio, Rev would have had Chaz.
(Incendio starts to put the boots to Chaz, stomping at him viciously. Incendio begins to get Chaz up when out of nowhere, Holiday spins around to the back of Incendio and lifts him up and gives him a back suplex.)
Art Campbell: Chaz with a beautifully executed back suplex, getting back into the match.
Sid Carmack: Getting back into the match? He’s done one move!
Art Campbell: Sometimes, that’s all it takes.
(Holiday grabs Incendio and then sends him into the ropes. As Incendio comes off the ropes, Chaz catches him with a Lou Thesz Press and nails him with punches. Chaz does a little grinding movement with his hips, on top of Incendio, with a big smile on his face, and Incendio shoves Chaz off of him.)
Art Campbell(between laughing): You see how quick Incendio pushed him off?!
Sid Carmack: That sick pervert! Incendio should file for sexual harrasment!
Art Campbell: Oh calm down. Chaz is clearly just having some fun, at the expense of El Incendio.
Sid Carmack: You call sexually assaulting someone, fun?!
Art Campbell: Oh would you stop!
(Both get to their feet and Incendio charges at Chaz but he catches Incendio with a boot to the stomach. Chaz then gets him up and gives him a vertical suplex. Chaz then starts climbing to the top rope. Chaz crouches and waits for Incendio to get to his feet and once he does, Chaz leaps with a flying crossbody. Chaz hooks a leg for a pin ...)
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Kickout!
Art Campbell: Nearfall by Chaz, there.
Sid Carmack: I’m surprised that moron went for that again. Doesn’t he remember what happened last time when he tried that against Trisha?
Art Campbell: It’s not always gonna happen that way. This time around, he took the chance and it swung in his favor.
(Chaz gets up and brings Incednio up to his feet as well. Holiday then sends Incendio into the corner and charges, looking to drive his shoulder into the midsection of Incednio, but Incendio moves out of the way in time, causing Chaz to hit the turn post. Incendio then gives Chaz a school boy roll up ….)
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Kickout!
Sid Carmack: C’mon ref, that was a slow count!
Art Campbell: Who are you really trying to kid? It was clearly a fair count.
Sid Carmack: Pfft. It may have been one of the slowest counts I’ve ever seen.
Art Campbell: Oh please.
(Incendio shakes off the cobwebs and grabs Chaz’s hair, pulling him to his feet. Incendio then takes him down with a snap mare and then applies a reverse chin lock. As Incendio pulls back on Chaz’s head, the referee steps up and asks Chaz if he wants to continue to which Chaz refuses to give up. Incendio lets go of his chin and grabs Chaz by the eyes and then hooks his fingers in the mouth of Chaz.)
Sid Carmack: Now THAT is a beautiful move!
Art Campbell: It’s also illegal!
(The referee begins a five count demanding that Incendio break the hold and Incendio does at the 4 1/2 count. Incendio stands up and grabs the legs of Chaz Holiday and stomps him in the mid-section. Incendio once again grabs the legs of Holiday but Chaz reaches up and pulls Incendio into a small package roll up …)
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Kickout!
Art Campbell: Incendio almost didn’t get out of that small package!
Sid Carmack: Art, I’m a little uncomfortable with you talking about Chaz and packages.
Art Campbell: Ugh ..
(Incendio gets back on his feet but Chaz gets up at the same time and hits him with a clothesline. Incendio gets back to his feet and Chaz lands some chops the chest of El Incendio. Chaz walks Incendio over to the corner and smashes his head into the turnbuckle and then lifts him up and sets him on the top rope. Chaz hits Incendio with a few punches and then climbs to the top, hooking Incendio up and executing a top rope superplex. Both men lay on the mat for a few moments until Holiday slides over and makes a pin ...)
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Kickout at 2 ½!!
Art Campbell: That was a great superplex by Chaz! Right now he has Incendio right where he wants him. Now he just needs to zero in on him.
Sid Carmack: I’m sick to death of listening to you talk about Chaz, Chaz, Chaz. How about we talk about Incendio a little bit?
Art Campbell: I think you do that enough for the both of us.
(Chaz gets up and then locks Incendio into the “Glamorlock.”)
Art Campbell: Chaz has applied the “Glamorlock” on Incendio and Incendio is screaming in pain!!!
(Incendio fights and struggles but is unable to get free of the sharpshooter.)
Art Campbell: It doesn’t look like Incendio is able to get loose and it might be a matter of time now!
Sid Carmack: Come on Incendio! Get to the ropes!
(Incendio reaches his arm out for the ropes and his fingertips barely touch the rope but they slide off. Incendio the wiggles a bit more and reaches out and is finally able to get his arms locked around the bottom rope. The ref begins counting but Chaz breaks the submission at the 3 count.)
Art Campbell: You gotta wonder what kind of damage Chaz has inflicted. That “Glamorlock” is one heck of a submission and Incendio is one of the few that have escaped it without taping out.
Sid Carmack: Of course he did, Art. He’s El Incendio! He’s wrestling greatness!
Art Campbell: Sometimes I wish you would lose your voice. Then you couldn’t make such stupidly, bias remarks.
Sid Carmack: Hey! They are not stupid or bias. It’s just facts.
(Chaz begins to get Incendio up and Incendio gives him a thumb to the eye. Incendio follows it up with a big, snap suplex. Incendio goes for a quick pin …)
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Kickout!
(Frustrated, Incendio begins to choke Chaz. The ref gets to 4, when Incendio finally lets go of the choke. Incendio gets Chaz back to his feet and sends him into the ropes. As Chaz comes off the ropes, Incendio catches him and plants him with a big back breaker. Incendio goes for another pin …)
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Kickout!
(Incendio gets up and starts arguing with the ref.)
Art Campbell: Incendio needs to get his mind back in the match.
Sid Carmack: Well, who couldn’t blame him for being mad. That was clearly a 3 count.
Art Campbell: I need to set up an eye appointment for both you and Incendio.
(Incendio turns around and begins to pick Chaz up. Chaz hits Incendio with a boot to the midsection and then plants him with “The Perm.” Chaz hooks the leg …)
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3!!!
Sid Carmack: What just happened?!
Art Campbell: Chaz Holiday has just beaten El Incendio! That’s what happened!
Sid Carmack: No! That can’t be!
Art Campbell: Oh, but it is! What a big win for Chaz Holiday here tonight, ladies and gentlemen.
Sid Carmack: What a miscarriage of injustice!
Art Campbell: Pipe down, over there. Chaz Holiday deserved this victory. And congrats to him!
Winner: Chaz Holiday via pinfall.
(We cut to a commercial break.)
(A huge white smoke clouds the entrance way as "Missing Time" by MDFMK begins to play on the P.A system, within the smoke white flashing lights blink over the place. Through the smoke we see Drake DeMarco make his presence known in his black faded jeans, black buckled boots and a leather biker's jacket to match. Drake has a microphone in hand and does a little hip thrust as he touches his abs before smirking. Drake walks down the ramp getting an ugly reception from the crowd. Note that Sapphire is nowhere to be found. Drake squints at the PWSR Ring in front of him and hops up the ring apron but keeps on hopping as he holds the ropes with his hands. Drake goes through the red ropes and goes onto the nearest turnbuckle posing in sexcellence as he wiggles his hips once again to the beat of his music. Oddly it seems that Drake DeMarco is in such a good mood tonight. Drake hops off of the turnbuckle and signals for the producers to kill the music. When they do, Drake stands in the middle of the ring and listens to all of the boos coming from the crowd. He stares down at the canvas for a bit before smirking and talking)
Drake: You must excuse me, I'm feeling quite horny tonight...
(Drake chuckles as the fans begin a "You Suck" chat)
Drake: Yes you've heard me correctly. I'm feeling horny tonight, horny to express my feelings, horny for a bit of freedom and horny at the fact that tonight I can say whatever...I...want...
(Drake looks at the hard camera)
Drake: And you know how things can get when I want to say anything I want...
(Drake clears his throat and looks around him like if he's searching for someone)
Drake: Hey! guess what? Check this out, Sapphire isn't here with me tonight....
(Drake shakes his head slowly)
Drake: No she's not here because she needed to take a Leave Of Absence to deal with some personal things. So until she comes back, I'm going to be all...alone...but you know what? That's ok, because tonight I wanted to be all alone for what I'm about to say
(Drake sighs)
Drake: First I would like to thank Dave Diamond for letting me into the arena tonight. God only knows what a terrible mistake that would've been if he didn't because I would've slashed everyone's tires tonight out of revenge. But you see, I'm here tonight in front of all of you...to relieve some stress. And this type of stress has been building up hell, ever since I won Battlebowl actually of last year. See, I've tired to hide it...but I'm really mad. See I'm not happy here. No I'm not. I'm not happy with my current position in PWSR and hell when I was PWSX World Champion, I thought I was happy but I wasn't and you will all be surprised why I wasn't happy...
(Drake takes a piece of juicy fruit gum out of his pocket and begins to chew on it. These mainly symbolizes that he's trying to calm down)
Drake: It's because of all of you people. It's because of my fellow co-workers. See, I know I'm not liked. Hell I'm not even liked when the cameras aren't rolling and when I'm on the road. Do you think people want to chill with Drake DeMarco? The "trouble maker?" anymore? Hell no. They don't want anything to do with me because you see there is this sincere hatred that everyone has towards me. Now...I personally thought it was a really good forever lasting "rib" that people were trying to play on me but as time went by, things got pretty legit with that...
(Drake nodded)
Drake: Oh yeah, it really did and when I noticed it, I feel ashamed. See I never meant to do anything wroooooong. Come onnnnnn. Hey, it's my natural ability to be an honest douche bag, and what do I get in return? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Now I thought coming to PWSR will show everyone that I'm "burying the hatchet". But apparently well...some people will "never forget". I mean yeah, I know I say things that hurts people's feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeliiiiiiiiiiiiiiings. But come on, would you rather be a bitch and cry about it or would you rather grow a set and deal with it?
Drake: That's what I did, I dealt with it. I dealt with everything everyone was saying about me and behind my back. I know what's been said and you'll be surprised of how I found out. But what matters the most is that I didn't pay attention to mind. Because obviously if it is positive or it is negative, people talk about "Drake DeMarco" "Drake DeMarco" is always the hot topic in the PWS locker room
Drake: Now, as I came to PWSR, like I said I haven't been quite happy. I don't know what it is. I can't pin point it out. Maybe it's because I'm sick and tired of "nothing" happening around here? Maybe it's because PWSR cut down more on the "Drake DeMarco Image" publicity, maybe it's because the people are shit, hey it could be a lot of things. I mean everytime for example I would walk into the arena during the PWSX "Classic Era" as I would like to mention it, I would be hyped, I would be hyped to go through those curtains and showcase my wrestling skills each and every single night. But when I walk in here to PWSR well...I feel "meh". I feel a deadish atmosphere and it bums me out. Like I feel the agony of "having to work" instead of feeling the motivation of wanting to work.
Drake: I'm serious! I mean I walk in the back and nobody is there. It's like everyone good and bad feel the "agony" of 'having to work' for a deadish company. And it sadens me because I'm the type of person that likes to have fun. I mean after the shows, nobody takes a drink and share good stories in Johnny Dollars' bar anymore, nobody trains together anymore, I mean really. It's getting that bad. It's getting really bad and I feel unmotivated coming to work every single night now. Even though I was banned a few weeks ago, yeah, that was me really being pissed. But deep down inside, I was feeling relieved because once again no matter where PWSR goes to host a show, there always is a dreaded atmosphere that people have to work under. And, when I explain this...I'm not even mad. It's just depressing. The wrestlers are depressing, management is depressing, everyone is depressing and it's simply pathetic. Why work for a company that's so "depressing"
Drake: And I'm the victim here! I really am! Because everytime I'm sleeping under the covers in the buff with my busty blonde babe Sapphire and the alarm goes off, I instantly get reminded that I have to "work tonight" and you know what my feelings are? I just simply don't want to. I go "Ugh, not again". I mean it's just....sad...
Drake: You know what hurts the most though? That PWSR killed my motivation to wrestle, you saw that match that I had with Noble? That I just walked away and didn't even bother to fight? You think I cared? Come on. I didn't. My plan was to walk out of every single match that I'm booked under because I just simply don't care anymore and it doesn't even affect me emotionally either. I could lose every single night and not give a damn because PWSR killed my "want" to work. I could have a PWSR World Title shot the next night, you know what I would do? I would walk away. Because my passion for this company and my passion to work has just went away. I don't care about who is fighting who, I don't care who is talking behind my back, my anger for this company has gone so high that it is currently at a level where I just simply don't care anymore. I can't even display my anger right now with all of you because it wouldn't change anything. PWSR is just...hopeless...and you know who I have to blame for all of this right? I blame the PWSR Golden Boys, I blame PWSR Management, I blame the PWSR founders, I blame the PWSR low budget wrestlers. You know what if feels like to be paid highly or lowly and not even care about that? See, that's how I feel...
(Suddenly Alpha Dog comes walking out from behind the currtain. He has one arm in a sling and a microphone in the other.)
Alpha: Hey! Drake! You know what's sad? That you're still talking like a whiny little bitch!
(Drake looks at Alpha Dog and smirks.)
Drake: Why isn't it the little pooch. Want a milkbone?
(Alpha walks up the ring steps and gets into the ring. Alpha walks right up to him and gets into Drake's face. Alpha's intensity rises as Drake shows no intensity whatsoever. It's like he isn't even interested that Alpha is even there)
Alpha: I am SICK and tired of hearing your shoots. I am SICK and tired of hearing all of this crap that I have to put up with...
(Drake nonchalantly nods.)
Drake: Hey you have to admit that my shoot to you and this company drew right? I helped you launched your career and it got you to become one of the greatest well...meh...one of the most "exceptionally fairest" wrestlers in wrestling history...
Alpha: You know Drake, I've been waiting a long time for this confrontation, and as the little bitch that you are, I'm going to finally be able to enjoy kicking your ass and shutting your damn mouth!
(Alpha then kicks Drake in the middle section and pushes him to the turnbuckle with his good arm. Drake gets pummeled with punches and kicks from Alpha Dog as the fans go into a frenzy.)
Art Campbell: All hell is broken loose!
Sid Carmack: Not only that but ... Are the fans cheering The Alpha Dog?
Art Campbell: I think right now, they'd cheer Hitler if he came out to shut Drake DeMarco up.
(Drake tries to block the attacks but awkwardly doesn't fight back. Alpha pulls him out of the turnbuckle by his hair and throws him out of the ring. Drake groans in agony as Alpha Dog taunts him in the ring.)
Alpha: COME ON! FIGHT YOU PIECE OF SHIT!
(Drake slowly collects himself and squints at Alpha Dog in pain and holds his stomach. Drake then turns the other way and walks up the ramp uninterested. This leaves a lot of confusion between the fans and Alpha Dog himself. Drake goes to the back and is no where to be seen in the PWSR Zone. Alpha stands there wondering why Drake didn't fight back)
(The cameras catch up to LaMarcus Brown and Trice, laid out on the floor in the backstage area. Trice seems like he was tossed threw a pile of crates, while LaMarcus was out cold, leaning against the wall, busted open from his head. A nearby door had a dent in it, with a small streak of blood, indicating that's where he got busted open at. The camera looked down the hall, just in time to see three people turn the corner and out of sight. On the floor beside LaMarcus is a Bronx Bad Boys shirt, left as if a calling card. A stage hand rushes over to the two, and starts to yell for help, as the camera sticks with it for a few minutes before returning back to Art and Sid at ringside.)
Art: It appears that someone has attacked The Dope Boyz.
Sid: Well if that shirt is any indication, I think we have our culprits.
Art: But it doesn't make sense. Bronx Bad Boys are the new tag champs. They already won the titles, what purpose does it serve to attack The Dope Boyz?
Sid: Maybe Dope Boyz were getting a rematch, and they were trying to take out their contenders.
Art: I doubt that. They may be brawlers, and they may like to hurt people, but they have more honor then to attack a team they have already beaten, backstage.
Side: Whatever you say, Art. Let's just get on with the next match.
Trisha vs Kris Kaizer
(The camera cuts back to the ringside area after the chaos backstage, where Kris Kaizer is standing in the ring waiting for his match. Trisha’s music starts playing through the sound system, and keeps playing for a few seconds ... but there’s no sign of Trisha coming out for her match. The fans look confused, and stop booing as the music stops.)
Sid Carmack: Where the hell is Trisha?!
Art Campbell: I don’t know, why don’t you go back there and find out if you care that much Sid?
Sid Carmack: I’m needed here!
(Suddenly the Smarkstron shows live shots of the director’s area right behind the curtain that leads out onto the stage. Trisha Lee Moore walks up wearing an unsightly blue janitors uniform, in a complete rage. Her agent Nick tries to calm her down at the gorilla position but she’s still fuming and knocks a stack of papers out of a production assistant’s hand)
Art Campbell: Good God! Well folks, do not adjust your sets ... Trisha Lee Moore’s locker room was infiltrated by Fluffy earlier tonight, she’s had luggage problems this week as well ... and I guess someone’s forced Trisha to just find anything to wear to come out and wrestle tonight!
Sid Carmack: I don’t think she’s coming out here Art –
(After hearing all the commotion going on trying to get Trisha to go out in front of the audience, PWSR Commissioner Chris Wylde runs out of his office and heads up the stairs to the area where Trisha is protesting.)
Chris Wylde: Hey ... Trisha ... I think you forgot this!
(Wylde hands Trisha a wet mop, which she throws straight back at him and storms out through the curtain on to the stage, slowly beginning her walk to the ring with the fans laughing at her)
Sid Carmack: Oh come on! How dare he talk to a former world champion like that? This is disgusting ... this is heinous ... this is...
Art Campbell: OH WILL YOU STOP?!
(Trisha gets into the ring and referee Dave Robinson calls for the bell to start the match. Kaizer charges right at her with a Thesz press, taking Trisha down to the mat to a big cheer from the crowd, and begins slapping her in the face. An irate Trisha rolls over and starts hammering Kris right in the face with stiff punches, repeatedly! Kris eventually manages to roll out under the bottom rope, run around the ring and leap up onto the apron. He springboards up onto the top rope and dives over, flattening Trisha with a crossbody)
Art Campbell: Hey, that janitor looks pretty decent in the ring Sid!
Sid Carmack: You know Art ... sometimes I wish we could trade you to PWSi. Go and torment Jake Ryland or something instead, his life is too easy
Art Campbell: I was being sarcastic Sid –
Sid Carmack: I wasn’t.
(Trisha finds her way back to her feet and Kaizer charges at her again with a clothesline attempt, Trisha ducks under it, catches his arm and sends him flying across into the corner with an arm drag. Kris runs back and Trisha falls down to the mat and diverts him over the top with a monkey flip, causing him to hit the mat hard. Kaiser pulls himself back up to a vertical base, Trisha goes for a DDT, Kris pushes her off into the ropes and she springboards back with a back elbow, catching Kaizer right in the nose. He falls, and Trisha goes for the cover)
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KICKOUT!
Art Campbell: Oh, close!
Sid Carmack: It wasn’t. Anyway, I can’t wait to see Trisha beat the hell out of Daz at Independence ... and I hope Candy’s watching after that wretched little dog of hers besmirched Trisha’s stuff earlier tonight! It’s all her fault that Trisha is in this mess right now
Art Campbell: Well, after everything that Trisha has done to poor Candy in recent weeks, this is no more than she deserves Sid! Payback is a bitch –
(With Kaizer back up, Trisha gets behind him and very quickly tries to hit her patented backstabber, but Kris grabs hold of the top rope and Trisha falls flat on her back. The crowd burst out laughing and Kaizer runs at the ropes, springboards off and goes to nail Trisha with a massive knee to the face, but she rolls out the way at the last second and Kaizer falls to the mat)
Art Campbell: Wow! Both guys miss their finishers in quick succession and this match rolls on folks
Sid Carmack: Did you just call Trisha a guy?!
Art Campbell: Sid, it’s hard to concentrate on anything with an obnoxious moron sitting next to me –
Sid Carmack: Oh come on ... that’s no way to talk about Skylar Mosier!
Art Campbell: STOP IT!
(Both competitors quickly get up and head to the middle of the ring. Trisha extends her arm to get Kaizer to lock up with her, Kris does and then Trisha suddenly stamps on his foot, getting booed loudly as he hops around the ring in pain. Trisha capitalises by hitting Kris in the throat with an uppercut, causing him to lose his breath for a moment, and she rolls him up into an inside cradle)
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2.9! KICKOUT!
Sid Carmack: Oh!! Trisha almost won it right there!
Art Campbell: She sure did, but that was unsporting behaviour from Ms Moore if I may say so –
Sid Carmack: Get over it Art, this is wrestling ... if you want to see people playing nice and not getting hurt, go and commentate on a gentler sport like poker or flower arranging.
Art Campbell: If you want to irritate people Sid, why don’t you go work as a salesman? They’re always looking for aggressive loudmouths like you.
(Kaizer jumps up and runs over to the corner, climbing to the second turnbuckle. Trisha quickly pulls him down and rocks him with a hard slap across the face – getting more boos from the crowd. Trisha rolls out of the ring and taunts Kaizer to come to the outside, and he takes up her challenge. As he’s stepping through the ropes, she kicks him right in the face with a high kick whilst he can’t defend himself, and he falls helplessly across the middle rope. Trisha seizes the opportunity and DDT’s him out of the ring to the floor)
Art Campbell: OH MY GOD! What a move Sid –
Sid Carmack: That’s what I love about Trisha ... she can be dangerous! Daz is gonna find out all about that at Independence, believe me ... I’m telling you all right now, Trisha Lee Moore is going to destroy Daz in 22 days!
Art Campbell: It’s going to be a close match for sure Sid –
Sid Carmack: Hey, that’s not what I said
Art Campbell: I know, I was correcting you!
(Trisha slowly drags Kris back into the ring and covers him)
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KICKOUT!
(An angry Trisha Lee Moore can’t believe Kaizer kicked out, and lifts him back to his feet. Trisha again gets behind him and tries for the backstabber but Kris swings his leg up behind him and catches her right in the gut. Trisha bends over in pain and Kris turns around and flips over her into a sunset flip pinfall)
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3?! NO! KICKOUT!
Art Campbell: Two near falls in quick succession, and Kris Kaizer looks pretty –
Sid Carmack (interrupting): WHAT?!
Art Campbell: ... Pretty evenly matched with Trisha so far, and would you stop interrupting, for crying out loud?!
(Trisha heads to the corner and pulls herself up, Kris tries to roll her up again but Trisha hangs on to the turnbuckle and stomps out, kicking Kaizer down behind her. She jumps onto the second turnbuckle and leaps off with a knee drop across the face of Kaizer, and then rolls out of the ring whilst he’s down and heads over to the timekeepers table)
Art Campbell: Where is Trisha going?
Sid Carmack: Wherever the hell she wants, Art!
(Kaizer slowly gets back up in the ring and Trisha grabs a steel chair from behind Skylar at ringside. Trisha rolls back into the ring with the chair folded up and gets behind Kris as he’s pulling himself up. Referee Dave Robinson immediately grabs the chair off her and turns around to throw it out of the ring – and as he turns his back – Trisha leans down and nails Kaizer with a thunderous low blow from behind)
Sid Carmack: Oh dear ... Trisha just tried to lift Kris Kaizer!
Art Campbell: SHE DID NOT!
(With Kris doubled up in pain, Trisha immediately jumps up and nails the backstabber, sending the fans into an irate chorus of booing again. The ref turns back around and sees Trisha covering Kaizer, and counts the fall)
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3!!!
Art Campbell: Give me a break! Trisha Lee Moore just cheated her way to a victory.... AGAIN!
Sid Carmack: That was perfectly legal Art, I didn’t see any cheating there –
Art Campbell: She just hit Kris Kaizer in the nuts!
Sid Carmack: That was accidental... she was trying to catch him in a schoolboy rollup but her arm came up too quickly and ... well...
Art Campbell: Good God ... I’ve heard it all now!
WINNER: Trisha Lee Moore via Pinfall
(After the match, the camera cuts outside again - this time to the area just outside the Dunkin’ Donuts Center. The fans begin booing loudly as Rev’s giant parade bus slows down and indicates to turn into the parking lot of the building.)
Art Campbell: Well folks, it looks like our world heavyweight champion has decided to come back to the arena … I just hope he doesn’t come out here to the ring! There may be a riot quite frankly!
Sid Carmack: I’m just glad to see him here Art, but I believe he’s just stopping by to pick up El Incendio after that match with Chaz earlier tonight -
Art Campbell: Thank God for that … the quicker both of those guys are out this building, the better! Damn Lucifer Effect!
(The bus comes to a stop and parks up right at the entrance to the building. Rev starts shouting for Incendio to hurry up and get on board)
Art Campbell: It looks like Rev doesn’t want to hang around here, and who can blame him with the amount of people in this arena tonight both backstage and in the crowd who would love to beat the holy hell out of him!
(Rev looks relieved as Incendio finally comes running out down the corridor, wearing his ominous black mask as always. A few of the PWSR wrestlers run out after him after seeing the bus arrive on their locker room TV sets, and chase to the parking lot, picking up pipes, bricks and any other heavy objects they can get their hands on. The wrestlers begin throwing the stuff at the bus just as Incendio dives on board. The doors close and Rev ducks down under one of the seats panicking as the bus speeds out and away back out into the city)
Art Campbell: The PWSR superstars have heard enough! Thank God! We won’t have to worry about that idiot into the show again tonight!
Sid Carmack: He’s our worlds champion Art … you should want to see him come out here to the ring and address the fans!
Art Campbell: Oh stop it, not a damn person in this arena tonight wants The Rev to be here! Ladies and gentlemen, stay tuned as after the commercial break, Damage Inc wrestle former tag team champions CGI in our main event!
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Marcus Cage: Did you miss me? I sure missed you. And that's why since I'm not on the card tonight, I would man the grill of a little Fourth Of July weekend bash out here in the parking lot, and I'm sending out an invitation to every body on the roster. All the crew, announcers, stage hands, time keeper... and yes... even all the fans who bought tickets for tonights show. Their's plenty of food and drinks to go around. Beer, sodas, juice. I charged it all to Trisha Lee Moore's account.
(Marcus chuckled.)
Marcus Cage: And even though it's a day to celebrate our freedom from British rule, my brother from another mother, Chris Wylde can come on out here too. We do have some tea if he wants, but it will cost him $500.00 a cup.
(He chuckled again.)
Marcus Cage: I'm just kidding, Chris. But come on out and join us. Dave Diamond, comb over the little bit of hair you got, and come on out. I got burgers, hot dogs, steaks, ribs, chicken... I can't believe I'm going to say this, but Domino, Sledge, Blade, and yes... Trisha. You can all come too. This is about something other then titles and matches, this is about celebrating what we all have, thanks to the men and women in our armed forces, and those dedicated to democracy, and that is "FREEDOM!"
(He raised his tongs up in the air, as he shouted "freedom.")
Marcus Cage: See you out here.
(The scene faded as Marcus was cranking up a stereo, and putting a burger on a woman's plate.)
Main Event
Tag Team Match
CGI vs. Damage Inc.
(The match starts off with Laura Phoenix and Jay Jay in the ring. Laura and Jay Jay start off the match exchanging holds with each other, each trying to gain the upper hand. Finally, Laura finds an opening, tripping Jay Jay down with a double leg takedown. She gets him in a front face lock but he fights back go his feet and hits her with a back drop. From there, Jay Jay would start to take control of the match. After wearing her down a bit, he tags Gale into the match. Gale picks up where Jay Jay left off, working away on Laura. Gale hit’s a top rope leg drop and goes for the pin …)
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Kickout!
(Gale continues to work over Laura, holding her in multiple submissions, making sure she can’t make the tag to Kurt. Jay Jay and Gale would tag in and out a couple of times before Phoenix catches Jay Jay off guard with a big dropkick. She makes a tag to Kurt and he comes in and starts clearing house. Gale comes in to try to stop Kaoss but he gets big boot to the chops for his efforts. Kurt tags Laura back into the match and once Jay Jay gets to his feet, she hits him with the “Kick To Damnation.” Kurt goes to the top rope. Gale gets in but also receives a “Kick to Damnation” from Laura. She piles him on top of Jay Jay and Kaoss comes off the top rope and hit’s a shooting star press. The series of moves, which is Damage Inc’s tag finisher, called “The Avenger.” Laura pins both members of CGI …)
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3!!!
Art Campbell: And a big win for Damage Inc! They looked very impressive here tonight.
Sid Carmack: I think Dave might want to have the medical team come out here to see if CGI is alive after Kaoss just hit that 450. Bring a spatula as well because they are flattened like pancakes!
Art Campbell: It sure was a hell of a move. And a hell of a finish to great match, filled with tag team action at it’s finest!
Winners: Damage Inc. via pinfall
(After the main event ends, the camera cuts to the outside of the building for the final time. Rain pours down in the middle of the city as The Rev’s parade bus appears on the screen again. The victory celebration appears to be nearing an end as Incendio walks up the stairs at the back of the bus to join Rev on the top deck. The fans inside the arena are still watching on the big screen)
Art Campbell: W…what’s going on here?! This show is supposed to be over, we’ve had the main event … I’m lost as to why we are seeing live shots of this ridiculous victory parade again!
Sid Carmack: We are as clued in to what’s happening here as you are at home folks, but it looks like El Incendio has finally made it up onto the parade deck!
(Incendio walks up the aisle towards the front of the bus slowly whilst Rev holds the title up. Suddenly, Incendio pulls something out of his jacket pocket and conceals it in his hand)
Sid Carmack: Wait …. What was ….
(Rev realises that Incendio has come up to join the party and turns around to greet him … when shockingly …. Out of nowhere …. Incendio blows a fireball right in the face of the world champion!)
Art Campbell: WHAT THE FUCK?!
(The fans watching the chaos unfold on the screens let out a deafening cheer as Incendio turns against The Rev)
Sid Carmack: MY GOD NO! EL INCENDIO JUST ASSAULTED THE REV! What in the hell is the meaning of all this?!
(With the entire world stunned, Incendio rips one of the metal bars out from under the seats and begins battering The Rev with it, busting him open and splattering blood all over the floor of the bus. Incendio starts ripping the seats up and throwing them over the side, screaming in anger as he destroys the whole top deck of Rev’s bus. The world champion desperately grabs hold of his belt and cowers in the corner, his face soaked in his own blood)
Art Campbell: The Rev is busted open, he’s bleeding all over his bus! Incendio is destroying everything here! My God, why?! Why has El Incend-
(Suddenly, Incendio leans down and gets right in Rev’s face, leaving him terrified. Incendio turns back to the camera and suddenly rips the mask off ….)
Art Campbell: HEY! THAT’S …. THAT’S ALAMAR AGUSTON! THAT WASN’T INCENDIO!
Sid Carmack: WHAT?! I thought he was in Madrid Art?!
Art Campbell: I thought he was as well …. The Rev certainly thought he was! Rev looks like he’s seen a ghost! Maybe he’s just seen a glimpse of his future …
(Rev’s eyes light up in panic and fear as Aguston rips the world championship belt out of his hands and kicks him back down to the floor. Alamar leans over and starts screaming in the champions bloodied face)
Alamar Aguston: You thought you’d seen the last of me? You thought I’d just go away, huh? You arrogant fuck! This … is far … from over!
(The fans are on their feet cheering as Alamar threatens the destroyed champ, who’s now just laying on the floor looking upset and defeated)
Alamar Aguston: Remember when you said that time is everything, Rev? You said you’d killed my dreams of being champion? Well count the seconds down …. 22 days …. Tick tock, tick tock …! At Independence, I’m not just going to break YOUR dreams going to KILL YOUR CAREER! This belt is mine, bitch!
(Alamar lifts the world championship belt above his head at the front of the bus, mocking Rev who was doing the same earlier in the show)
Alamar Aguston: THE WAR HAS JUST BEGUN!!!!
(Lockup fades to black with a shot of Alamar standing tall with the title in the pouring rain as Rev lays barely conscious amongst the twisted metal and trashed seats on the floor of his bus)
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