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July 10th, 2010 - - Match Card
RESULTS POSTED!!!
(Live from the XL Center in Hartford, CT)
Main Event
El Incendio vs. Daz
Antonio Banks vs. Trisha Lee Moore
Non-Title Match
The Dope Boyz vs. The Bronx Bad Boys
Blade vs. Marcus Cage
Soul Damage vs. Sledge
Plus! ... More fall out from last week's Lock Up! Including appearances by ... Alamar Aguston, The Alpha Dog, Drake DeMarco and much more!
(Card Subject To Change)
(Episode 90 of PWSR Lockup comes on the air with a shot of the outside of the XL Center, where the giant parade bus that The Rev used last week is parked up in the garage area. A graphic appears on the screen reminding us tonight's show is live in Hartford, CT. El Incendio is shown getting off the bus and heading into the arena)
Art Campbell: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, you are watching Saturday Night LOCKUP and we are live at the XL Center, where tonight this man - El Incendio - goes head to head with Daz in what will be Daz's first PWSR match since December 12th of last year! Daz and Incendio tonight!
Sid Carmack: That's going to be huge! I'm Sid Carmack alongside Art Campbell in here at ringside this evening - and we are just fifteen days away from the biggest show of the summer!
(As Incendio is walking into the arena, suddenly he gets ambushed out of nowhere by Marcus Redd, who dives out of a side door and chases the Lucifer Effect member off with a baseball bat. Incendio runs away screaming and dives back onto the parade bus ... but then panics as Redd locks the doors to the bus behind him)
Art Campbell: Oh God! We haven't seen Marcus Redd since Retribution, where El Incendio unsuccessfully attempted to set him on fire in that vicious Intercontinental title match - but he is here tonight and he just locked El Incendio inside that bus! Incendio can't get out!
Sid Carmack: Well that was ... bizarre!
(The camera goes back inside and does the usual panning around the crowd, showing all the fans standing up waving their signs in excitement as "Cryin' Like A Bitch" blares out all around the building. The Lockup theme song goes quiet and then the familiar wailing guitar riff of "Munich" starts playing with Matrix code scrolling down the sides of the tron - sending the fans into a massive round of boos)
Skylar Mosier: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome the PWSR World Champion - The Rev!
(After a few seconds, The Rev comes wheeling out onto the stage in a wheelchair with his arm in a cast and large bandages around his head, looking in a considerable degree of pain. The fans boo him as he wheels down the ramp, and a special disabled access ramp allows him to wheel up through the disconnected ropes and into the ring where Skylar reluctantly hands the mic over and then gets out the way)
The Rev: Booing a disabled man now? Have you bastards got no respect at all?
(Rev's comments just further inflame the already hostile crowd)
The Rev: You people don't understand - last week a crime was committed against me! Last week I was left helpless, defenseless and beaten by a reprobate ... a CRIMINAL ... that I thought was out of my life after Retribution! I thought that once I beat Alamar Agustón in Boston, all the nightmares would go away - that everything would be just fine. BUT NO! You had to spoil everything didn't you Alamar you son of a bitch! You had to ruin my grand moment, gatecrash my party, destroy my plans and beat me unconscious ... didnt you?!
(The pitiful tirade of the world champion just make the fans cheer Alamar's actions even more)
The Rev: Well Alamar, you may have thought you turned my plans upside down but you're wrong ... I've got some news that throws a wrench right in your quest for glory, you bastard! See, what you did to me last week was heinous, it was dehabilitating, it was crippling - and it means I'm in no state to wrestle at Independence!
Art Campbell: WHAT?!
(The Rev pulls out a letter from his doctor and holds it up to the camera)
The Rev: This letter right here says that I am not medically cleared to compete in 15 days at Independence. So Alamar, you want your shot at this world heavyweight championship? The answer is NO!
Sid Carmack: GOOD! These people are idiots for even expecting The Rev to defend the title at Independence after what he went through last week!
Art Campbell: WILL YOU STOP?!
(Suddenly, footage comes up on the Smarkstron of the outside of the arena again where the Rev bus is parked up. Behind it, we see a bright yelllow sewage truck reversing into the parking lot of the XL Center, and the fans get up cheering wondering what's going on)
The Rev: What ... what's that? What's going on back there? SECURITY! SECURITY GET BACK THERE! THAT'S MY BUS DAMN IT!
(The camera pans around to show the truck backing up right next to the bus and the sewage outlet expanding out the back right into the top deck of the bus. The door suddenly opens and Alamar Aguston appears)
Art Campbell: Oh dear God!
The Rev: SOMEONE GET THAT BASTARD AWAY FROM MY BUS! I MEAN IT!
Alamar Aguston: Rev you pathetic son of a bitch ... since you got nothing to celebrate anymore ... I guess you won't be needing this!
(With that, Alamar pulls the lever and sends several hundred litres of raw sewage pumping into the bus, filling the entire top deck of it. The fans are laughing hysterically at The Rev, who turns bright red and starts screaming and swearing at the screen)
The Rev: FUCK YOU ALAMAR! NO! NO! NO! HOW DARE YOU?! HOW DARE YOU DO THAT! MY GOD ...
Art Campbell: Good God almighty - Alamar Aguston just destroyed Rev's celebration bus! I don't believe this!
(Rev's mood changes from awful to worse when he hears "This Is The One" playing through the sound system and the commissioner Chris Wylde making his way out onto the stage with a microphone)
Chris Wylde: REV! I see you're taking inspiration from the theme song of this show now, because I heard you cryin' like a bitch!
(The fans cheer loudly for the commish)
Chris Wylde: Now, the reason I came out here tonight is quite simple. It is my duty as an executive of this company to inform you that the world championship must be defended at the biggest show of the summer - Independence! So in other words buddy, take those papers and stick them straight up your ass! I don't care what kind of phony doctor you got to sign those for you, but it doesn't matter, because you WILL be wrestling Alamar Agustón at Independence!
The Rev: YOU CAN'T DO THIS!
Chris Wylde: And Rev, if you try and weasel your way out of this one - you will be stripped of the world title!
Art Campbell: OH MY GOD! OH GOD ... Can The Rev's night possibly get any worse?!
Sid Carmack: Wait - is Incendio still locked inside that bus?!
(Rev wheels out of the ring ranting and raving as the ring crew reconnect the ropes for the first match. The camera shows a shot of the destroyed bus outside as Sledge makes his way down to the ring)
Sledge vs Soul Damage
(The bell rings, and Sledge cautiously walks around the ring, trying to scout the obviously larger Soul Damage. Soul Damage just stands in his corner looking across the ring at Sledge, who slowly begins to move towards the big man.)
AC: Well this is our first chance to see Soul Damage in action.
SC: If I was Sledge, I’d turn around… run… and not stop running.
(Sledge makes his way up to Soul Damage, who still hasn’t moved yet. Sledge shakes his head, and with all his might kicks Soul Damage in the side of the knee with a stiff kick. Soul Damage doesn’t even move his leg, and just keeps his eyes locked on Sledge. Sledge looks at him and throws a kick to the other leg, and still Soul Damage doesn’t even flinch.)
AC: This Soul Damage isn’t even budging!
SC: I’m telling you, Sledge would be better off to just RUN.
AC: Well usually I’d disagree, but tonight I’m inclined to agree with you!
(Sledge goes for another kick, but Soul Damage catches it and traps it against his side. Sledge hops on his one foot, looking into the eyes Soul Damage. Damage reaches in and grabs Sledge by the throat. He then pushes him as hard as he can into the turn post. Sledge hit’s the corner and falls to his knees, holding his back. Sledge slowly starts to stumble up to his feet, and Soul Damage grabs Sledge by the back of the neck, and pulls him to him, taking his head off with a vicious clothesline. Sledge turns inside out, and rolls onto his stomach.)
AC: Holy God… he just decapitated Sledge with that clothesline!
SC: Shh, don’t give him any ideas with this talk of “Decapitation”!
(Soul Damage looks at Sledge, and slowly begins to pick him up.)
AC: What’s he doing? He probably could have gotten the win right there!
SC: I have a feeling he’s not done with Sledge yet.
(Soul Damage brings Sledge to his feet, and tosses him into the ropes. Soul Damage goes for a big boot, but Sledge rolls under it. Soul Damage turns around, and Slege drills him out of nowhere with a dropkick. Soul Damage stumbles a little bit, and Sledge hit’s the ropes, hitting another drop kick that once again stumbles the big man.)
AC: Sledge could be coming back here!
(Sledge hit’s the ropes a third time and spring boards off for a springboard cross body block, but is caught by Soul Damage.)
SC: Orrrr… Not.
(Soul Damage then spins Sledge out, and drills him with a vicious side walk slam. Soul Damage then rolls off him, looking down at Sledge on his knees.)
AC: That’s gotta be it… did you see the impact when Sledge hit!?
SC: But look, it doesn’t look like Soul Damage is done yet!
(Soul Damage gets to his feet, looking down at Sledge laid out flat. Soul Damage then grabs Slege by the skull, and begins to pull him up to his feet. He pushes him against the ropes yet again, and this time takes Sledge’s head off with a MASSIVE big boot. Sledge’s head whips back, and he crashes to the mat hard. Sledge rolls a little and holds his head… kicking his feet against the mat in pain.)
AC: Somebody might need to stop this…
SC: Why would somebody do such a thing? Sledge signed up for this, now he’s facing the consequences
AC: He did NOT sign up for this… nobody knew what this ‘Soul Damage‘ would bring to the table.
SC: Well now Sledge’s finding out!
(Soul Damage begins to get Sledge up again, and grabs him by the throat. Sledge desperately tries to get away as Soul Damage looks deep into Sledge’s eyes, saying nothing, just glaring at him before setting him up for a pump handle slam.)
AC: Uh oh, this doesn’t look good for Sledge!
(Soul Damage then lifts Sledge up, and DRILLS him into the mat with The Soul Crusher! Soul Damage puts his hand over the chest of Sledge and pins him.)
1...
2...
3!!!
Skylar: Winner of this match, SOUL DAMAGE!
AC: Well a very impressionable debut by Soul Damage here tonight!
SC: You got that right, he destroyed Sledge!
AC: I’m afraid to see what else this guy has in store.
Winner: Soul Damage via pinfall.
[The camera cuts backstage after the opening match and shows Chris Wylde sitting in his office playing videogames as usual and watching the show on a seperate monitor. Suddenly, the door opens and in walks ... Tony Angel!]
Chris Wylde: Who gave you the right to walk in here Tony? Haven't you ever heard of knocking before you come in to my office?
Tony Angel: Listen Chris, I don't need to explain myself to you. I came in here to demand that you give me what's rightfully mine -
Chris Wylde: Go on ... make this quick so I can get back to my game
Tony Angel: How unprofessional! I want my guaranteed rematch for the Intercontinental Championship - and I want it at Independence!
[Wylde looks up at Angel and laughs slightly]
Chris Wylde: I hate to tell you Tony, but you lost any right to that rematch when you bought all those ringside tickets and put your buddy Incendio at ringside - so the answer - is no!
Tony Angel: WHAT?! Are you fucking joking?
Chris Wylde: I'm dead serious Tony ... now get out of my office -
[Suddenly, Antonio Banks walks in behind Angel and starts mocking him for whining]
Antonio Banks: A famous man once said if you havent got anything interesting to say ... shut the hell up!
Chris Wylde: Hey, I think that was me - I said that!
Antonio Banks: I heard what you were saying Angel, and if anyone deserves a shot at the Intercontinental title - it's me! Last year, I went head to head with Daz for 45 minutes at Independence ... this year I want a shot at Redd's Intercontinental title!
[Just as Banks is talking, Marcus Cage walks casually into Wylde's office after overhearing the commotion. As Cage walks in, Angel pushes Banks backwards and he falls right into Marcus before he can even say anything! Banks fires back with a right hand, knocking Angel down, and then Cage dives on top of Angel. Chris Wylde YELLS at them all]
Chris Wylde: STOP IT! YOU GUYS STOP RIGHT NOW! You know what - at Independence, I'll let you three fight it out to see who gets the shot at the title!
Tony Angel: This isn't fair -
Chris Wylde: Shut up! At Independence, it'll be you Tony vs Antonio Banks vs Marcus Cage in a triple threat match ... and the winner will become the #1 Contender for the Intercontinental title. Now GET ... OUT!
The PWSR Megastore - Relaunching on PWSMarks.com soon!
Art Campbell: Good evening ladies and gentlemen, you are watching Saturday Night LOCKUP and we are live at the XL Center, where tonight this man - El Incendio - goes head to head with Daz in what will be Daz's first PWSR match since December 12th of last year! Daz and Incendio tonight!
Sid Carmack: That's going to be huge! I'm Sid Carmack alongside Art Campbell in here at ringside this evening - and we are just fifteen days away from the biggest show of the summer!
(As Incendio is walking into the arena, suddenly he gets ambushed out of nowhere by Marcus Redd, who dives out of a side door and chases the Lucifer Effect member off with a baseball bat. Incendio runs away screaming and dives back onto the parade bus ... but then panics as Redd locks the doors to the bus behind him)
Art Campbell: Oh God! We haven't seen Marcus Redd since Retribution, where El Incendio unsuccessfully attempted to set him on fire in that vicious Intercontinental title match - but he is here tonight and he just locked El Incendio inside that bus! Incendio can't get out!
Sid Carmack: Well that was ... bizarre!
(The camera goes back inside and does the usual panning around the crowd, showing all the fans standing up waving their signs in excitement as "Cryin' Like A Bitch" blares out all around the building. The Lockup theme song goes quiet and then the familiar wailing guitar riff of "Munich" starts playing with Matrix code scrolling down the sides of the tron - sending the fans into a massive round of boos)
Skylar Mosier: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome the PWSR World Champion - The Rev!
(After a few seconds, The Rev comes wheeling out onto the stage in a wheelchair with his arm in a cast and large bandages around his head, looking in a considerable degree of pain. The fans boo him as he wheels down the ramp, and a special disabled access ramp allows him to wheel up through the disconnected ropes and into the ring where Skylar reluctantly hands the mic over and then gets out the way)
The Rev: Booing a disabled man now? Have you bastards got no respect at all?
(Rev's comments just further inflame the already hostile crowd)
The Rev: You people don't understand - last week a crime was committed against me! Last week I was left helpless, defenseless and beaten by a reprobate ... a CRIMINAL ... that I thought was out of my life after Retribution! I thought that once I beat Alamar Agustón in Boston, all the nightmares would go away - that everything would be just fine. BUT NO! You had to spoil everything didn't you Alamar you son of a bitch! You had to ruin my grand moment, gatecrash my party, destroy my plans and beat me unconscious ... didnt you?!
(The pitiful tirade of the world champion just make the fans cheer Alamar's actions even more)
The Rev: Well Alamar, you may have thought you turned my plans upside down but you're wrong ... I've got some news that throws a wrench right in your quest for glory, you bastard! See, what you did to me last week was heinous, it was dehabilitating, it was crippling - and it means I'm in no state to wrestle at Independence!
Art Campbell: WHAT?!
(The Rev pulls out a letter from his doctor and holds it up to the camera)
The Rev: This letter right here says that I am not medically cleared to compete in 15 days at Independence. So Alamar, you want your shot at this world heavyweight championship? The answer is NO!
Sid Carmack: GOOD! These people are idiots for even expecting The Rev to defend the title at Independence after what he went through last week!
Art Campbell: WILL YOU STOP?!
(Suddenly, footage comes up on the Smarkstron of the outside of the arena again where the Rev bus is parked up. Behind it, we see a bright yelllow sewage truck reversing into the parking lot of the XL Center, and the fans get up cheering wondering what's going on)
The Rev: What ... what's that? What's going on back there? SECURITY! SECURITY GET BACK THERE! THAT'S MY BUS DAMN IT!
(The camera pans around to show the truck backing up right next to the bus and the sewage outlet expanding out the back right into the top deck of the bus. The door suddenly opens and Alamar Aguston appears)
Art Campbell: Oh dear God!
The Rev: SOMEONE GET THAT BASTARD AWAY FROM MY BUS! I MEAN IT!
Alamar Aguston: Rev you pathetic son of a bitch ... since you got nothing to celebrate anymore ... I guess you won't be needing this!
(With that, Alamar pulls the lever and sends several hundred litres of raw sewage pumping into the bus, filling the entire top deck of it. The fans are laughing hysterically at The Rev, who turns bright red and starts screaming and swearing at the screen)
The Rev: FUCK YOU ALAMAR! NO! NO! NO! HOW DARE YOU?! HOW DARE YOU DO THAT! MY GOD ...
Art Campbell: Good God almighty - Alamar Aguston just destroyed Rev's celebration bus! I don't believe this!
(Rev's mood changes from awful to worse when he hears "This Is The One" playing through the sound system and the commissioner Chris Wylde making his way out onto the stage with a microphone)
Chris Wylde: REV! I see you're taking inspiration from the theme song of this show now, because I heard you cryin' like a bitch!
(The fans cheer loudly for the commish)
Chris Wylde: Now, the reason I came out here tonight is quite simple. It is my duty as an executive of this company to inform you that the world championship must be defended at the biggest show of the summer - Independence! So in other words buddy, take those papers and stick them straight up your ass! I don't care what kind of phony doctor you got to sign those for you, but it doesn't matter, because you WILL be wrestling Alamar Agustón at Independence!
The Rev: YOU CAN'T DO THIS!
Chris Wylde: And Rev, if you try and weasel your way out of this one - you will be stripped of the world title!
Art Campbell: OH MY GOD! OH GOD ... Can The Rev's night possibly get any worse?!
Sid Carmack: Wait - is Incendio still locked inside that bus?!
(Rev wheels out of the ring ranting and raving as the ring crew reconnect the ropes for the first match. The camera shows a shot of the destroyed bus outside as Sledge makes his way down to the ring)
Sledge vs Soul Damage
(The bell rings, and Sledge cautiously walks around the ring, trying to scout the obviously larger Soul Damage. Soul Damage just stands in his corner looking across the ring at Sledge, who slowly begins to move towards the big man.)
AC: Well this is our first chance to see Soul Damage in action.
SC: If I was Sledge, I’d turn around… run… and not stop running.
(Sledge makes his way up to Soul Damage, who still hasn’t moved yet. Sledge shakes his head, and with all his might kicks Soul Damage in the side of the knee with a stiff kick. Soul Damage doesn’t even move his leg, and just keeps his eyes locked on Sledge. Sledge looks at him and throws a kick to the other leg, and still Soul Damage doesn’t even flinch.)
AC: This Soul Damage isn’t even budging!
SC: I’m telling you, Sledge would be better off to just RUN.
AC: Well usually I’d disagree, but tonight I’m inclined to agree with you!
(Sledge goes for another kick, but Soul Damage catches it and traps it against his side. Sledge hops on his one foot, looking into the eyes Soul Damage. Damage reaches in and grabs Sledge by the throat. He then pushes him as hard as he can into the turn post. Sledge hit’s the corner and falls to his knees, holding his back. Sledge slowly starts to stumble up to his feet, and Soul Damage grabs Sledge by the back of the neck, and pulls him to him, taking his head off with a vicious clothesline. Sledge turns inside out, and rolls onto his stomach.)
AC: Holy God… he just decapitated Sledge with that clothesline!
SC: Shh, don’t give him any ideas with this talk of “Decapitation”!
(Soul Damage looks at Sledge, and slowly begins to pick him up.)
AC: What’s he doing? He probably could have gotten the win right there!
SC: I have a feeling he’s not done with Sledge yet.
(Soul Damage brings Sledge to his feet, and tosses him into the ropes. Soul Damage goes for a big boot, but Sledge rolls under it. Soul Damage turns around, and Slege drills him out of nowhere with a dropkick. Soul Damage stumbles a little bit, and Sledge hit’s the ropes, hitting another drop kick that once again stumbles the big man.)
AC: Sledge could be coming back here!
(Sledge hit’s the ropes a third time and spring boards off for a springboard cross body block, but is caught by Soul Damage.)
SC: Orrrr… Not.
(Soul Damage then spins Sledge out, and drills him with a vicious side walk slam. Soul Damage then rolls off him, looking down at Sledge on his knees.)
AC: That’s gotta be it… did you see the impact when Sledge hit!?
SC: But look, it doesn’t look like Soul Damage is done yet!
(Soul Damage gets to his feet, looking down at Sledge laid out flat. Soul Damage then grabs Slege by the skull, and begins to pull him up to his feet. He pushes him against the ropes yet again, and this time takes Sledge’s head off with a MASSIVE big boot. Sledge’s head whips back, and he crashes to the mat hard. Sledge rolls a little and holds his head… kicking his feet against the mat in pain.)
AC: Somebody might need to stop this…
SC: Why would somebody do such a thing? Sledge signed up for this, now he’s facing the consequences
AC: He did NOT sign up for this… nobody knew what this ‘Soul Damage‘ would bring to the table.
SC: Well now Sledge’s finding out!
(Soul Damage begins to get Sledge up again, and grabs him by the throat. Sledge desperately tries to get away as Soul Damage looks deep into Sledge’s eyes, saying nothing, just glaring at him before setting him up for a pump handle slam.)
AC: Uh oh, this doesn’t look good for Sledge!
(Soul Damage then lifts Sledge up, and DRILLS him into the mat with The Soul Crusher! Soul Damage puts his hand over the chest of Sledge and pins him.)
1...
2...
3!!!
Skylar: Winner of this match, SOUL DAMAGE!
AC: Well a very impressionable debut by Soul Damage here tonight!
SC: You got that right, he destroyed Sledge!
AC: I’m afraid to see what else this guy has in store.
Winner: Soul Damage via pinfall.
[The camera cuts backstage after the opening match and shows Chris Wylde sitting in his office playing videogames as usual and watching the show on a seperate monitor. Suddenly, the door opens and in walks ... Tony Angel!]
Chris Wylde: Who gave you the right to walk in here Tony? Haven't you ever heard of knocking before you come in to my office?
Tony Angel: Listen Chris, I don't need to explain myself to you. I came in here to demand that you give me what's rightfully mine -
Chris Wylde: Go on ... make this quick so I can get back to my game
Tony Angel: How unprofessional! I want my guaranteed rematch for the Intercontinental Championship - and I want it at Independence!
[Wylde looks up at Angel and laughs slightly]
Chris Wylde: I hate to tell you Tony, but you lost any right to that rematch when you bought all those ringside tickets and put your buddy Incendio at ringside - so the answer - is no!
Tony Angel: WHAT?! Are you fucking joking?
Chris Wylde: I'm dead serious Tony ... now get out of my office -
[Suddenly, Antonio Banks walks in behind Angel and starts mocking him for whining]
Antonio Banks: A famous man once said if you havent got anything interesting to say ... shut the hell up!
Chris Wylde: Hey, I think that was me - I said that!
Antonio Banks: I heard what you were saying Angel, and if anyone deserves a shot at the Intercontinental title - it's me! Last year, I went head to head with Daz for 45 minutes at Independence ... this year I want a shot at Redd's Intercontinental title!
[Just as Banks is talking, Marcus Cage walks casually into Wylde's office after overhearing the commotion. As Cage walks in, Angel pushes Banks backwards and he falls right into Marcus before he can even say anything! Banks fires back with a right hand, knocking Angel down, and then Cage dives on top of Angel. Chris Wylde YELLS at them all]
Chris Wylde: STOP IT! YOU GUYS STOP RIGHT NOW! You know what - at Independence, I'll let you three fight it out to see who gets the shot at the title!
Tony Angel: This isn't fair -
Chris Wylde: Shut up! At Independence, it'll be you Tony vs Antonio Banks vs Marcus Cage in a triple threat match ... and the winner will become the #1 Contender for the Intercontinental title. Now GET ... OUT!
The PWSR Megastore - Relaunching on PWSMarks.com soon!
(The scene suddenly cuts to the SmarksTron, where we see Daz standing in front of a black curtain. He ha a huge smile on his face, and the fans Inside the arena explode with cheers.)
SC: What’s this idiot want?
AC: Well I’m sure if you wait a few minutes he’ll probably let you know.
Daz: Ladies and gentleman, I’m sure you all saw what happened last week when Trisha Lee Moore attacked me, and came after me with a weapon. I’ve taken a little bit of a beating from the boys in the back about running away, but when I put it to them like “Imagine your wife on “Her Day” coming after you with a golf club.” and they understand. However, I’m going to be the bigger man here, and say that I’m going to let it go Trisha. In fact, there will be no repercussions what so ever.
(The fans boo, and Daz just nods.)
Daz: I know I know, but it’s the right thing to do! Sometimes you need to pick your battles, and I am man enough to admit that Trisha got the best of me.
(More boo’s echo throughout the arena.)
SC: I must say, this is a new side of Daz, and I like it!
Daz: In fact, not only that but I actually have something for you Trisha, as a sort of peace offering. I had it specially mad and everything, and will be sold on the PWS website, with all the proceeds going to Trisha Lee Moore!
SC: This is incredible! I’m loving this.
AC: I’ve gotta say, I am SHOCKED!
Daz: And here it is. Ladies and gentleman welcome… the NEW TRISHA LEE MOORE T-SHIRT!
(Daz holds up a T-Shirt with Trisha Lee Moore on it, and at the top it says “CALL ME” and at the bottom it says “555-6660”. The fans begin to cheer and laugh.)
Daz: Hope you like it Trisha! See ya soon.
(Daz winks as the SmarkTron fades back to live.)
SC: What? He can’t do that Art!
AC: What are you complaining for? Now you have Trisha’s number!
SC: Yeah well… still…it’s not right!
AC: I have a feeling that’s going to be a best seller Sid! And I think it’s safe to say, Daz got the last laugh here tonight!
(The cameras turn on, as they catch The Tag Team Champions, Bronx Bad Boys, walking around in the hallway. They seem to be pissed off, and are walking with a purpose. They spot a couple of stagehands and approach them.)
Vinnie: Where are they?
Stagehand 1: Who?
Terrell: Don't play dumb with us. We can't find them. You MUST have seen something.
Stagehand 2: But we don't know who you are looking for?
Vinnie: We aren't looking for ANYBODY.
Stagehand 1: I'm confused.
Terrell: And you'll be taking a trip to the hospital if you don't knock off the attitude.
Stagehand 2: If you aren't looking anyone, then who or what are you looking for.
(Terrell pointed to his and Vinnie's waists.)
Vinnie: Do you see anything?
Stagehand 1: No.
Terrell: Exactly, someone took OUR PWSR Tag Team Championships, and we want them back. Now did you see anything?
Stagehand 2: Not really. But you can check with one of the other tag teams. Maybe it was Damage Inc.
Vinnie: They're alot of things, but they ain't stupid.
Stagehand 1: What about Dope Boyz?
Terrell: They have a rematch coming up, what's the point in pissing us off, when they couldn't beat us last time?
Stagehand 2: Hey, CGI's locker room is just down the hall, maybe they took them.
(Terrell and Vinnie look at each other, and nodded. They headed off down the hall in search of CGI's locker room. When the found it, they stared at each other again.)
Terrell: Should we knock?
Vinnie: If they took them, I want to catch them with their pants down.
Terrell: I don't swing that way.
Vinnie: It was a figure of speech.
Vinnie stepped back, raised his foot up, and booted the door open. The two of them ran into the room, and noticed that no one else was in it. They began to flip through stuff, turning the couch over, and checking everywhere. Terrell unzipped one of their bags, and pulled out one half of the PWSR Tag Team Championships.
Terrell: Hey Vinnie, check this out.
(He held it up, and Vinnie got an angry expression on his face.)
Vinnie: THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS.
(Terrell unzipped the other bag, and pulled out the other belt. He handed one to Vinnie, and they were about to leave when LaMarcus Brown and Trice stepped into the doorway.)
LaMarcus: Well, well, well. So your attack on us last week, wasn't enough for you, you figured you would try to take out CGI as well?
Vinnie: What the hell are you talking about?
Trice: Don't play dumb with us. The two of you, attacked us from behind last week.
LaMarcus: And you left this shirt as a calling card.
(He held up the Bronx Bad Boys shirt, the same one found, laying near LaMarcus last week.)
Terrell: Look, we didn't attack you last week. We may not play by the rules, but we aren't cowards. We would rather kick your ass, while you are watching, then attack you from behind. Believe us, we have already beaten you in the middle of the ring, for the PWSR Tag Team Titles. What's the point in attacking you from behind?
LaMarcus: Like you would admit to doing it. You already had to try to take us out from behind, and since it didn't work, I don't see you being brave enough to admit to doing it.
Vinnie: Look, it wasn't us. But we might know who did.
(Trice and LaMarcus look at each other now.)
Trice: Go on.
Vinnie: Look, our tag belts came up missing earlier, we were pointed to CGI's locker room, and when we came in, we found them in their duffel bags. If they stole our belts this week, they could have been the ones who attacked you last week, and put a shirt there of ours, to try to set us up.
(Suddenly, CGI appeared in the doorway.)
Gale: I hope you guys brought the beer, if this is going to be a party.
JJ: Yeah, we always go BYOB.
Terrell: Shut up, you have some nerve showing up now. Well you're too late. We got our belts BACK.
Gale: I'm confused.
JJ: Yeah, me too. I mean you guys need belts to keep your pants up? I thought your guts were doing a good job of that.
(Gale and JJ laugh.)
Vinnie: You rotten bastards. You stole our Tag Team Championships.
Gale: They stopped laughing now. We never TOUCHED those things. But we will soon, after we beat you for them.
LaMarcus: If ANYONE is going to beat them for those belts, its going to be Dope Boyz.
JJ: You wish. You lost the belts to them. How about you let someone who actually stands a chance, a shot?
Trice: Well seeing as that's not you, I don't see any other choice then to allow the greatest tag team in the PWS, the chance to reclaim what is rightfully theirs?
Vinnie: I don't think people would want to see us fight ourselves. Seeing as you said, give the greatest team a shot. We already have the titles. We don't need the shot.
LaMarcus: Funny. Well you claim you didn't attack us last week, and that Bud-Not- Wiser, and "Faygalermeister," stole your belts. You claim they attacked us to place blame on you, when you could have set up this whole... "they stole the belts from us." to place blame on them.
JJ: We don't have any beef with you personally. We are here to be the tag champs, not to attack someone backstage for no reason.
Trice: We didn't say you were off the hook. Perhaps we'll just take all FOUR of you out, and sort through the facts later.
Terrell: You can try, but just going after the two of us, you failed.
(LaMarcus shoved Vinnie, as Trice slapped JJ. Gale decked Trice, as Terrell began duking it out with LaMarcus. Vinnie got up, and helped Terrell, as JJ began helping Gale. Gale and Vinnie back into each other, and turned around. A brief hesitation gave Vinnie the advantage, as he kicked Gale in the gut. All three teams were now fighting each other. The fight spilled out into the hallway, sending staff and crew scrambling for safety. Security made it over, and began subduing the men involved. Gale and JJ were pulled away first, were being pulled down the hall in one direction. Vinnie and Terrell were pulled in the opposite direction, while a few members of security, had LaMarcus and Trice held on the ground, telling them to calm down. The scene cuts away, with LaMarcus claiming he was innocent. It then cuts to Dave Diamond watching what just went down on the TV, shaking his head.)
Dave Diamond: That's it. I don't know who's doing what but I do know one thing. At Independence, I'm putting the three of them in the same match. For the Tag Team Titles. In a triple threat TLC match!
(He looks at the screen, shaking his head again, as we go to ring side.)
Blade vs. Marcus Cage
(Cage and Blade lock up in the middle of the ring. Cage gets the upper hand and pushes Blade to the corner, looking for leverage. Blade is screaming for the ref to come and break it up. Marcus backs up on his own, holding his hands up as a sign of a good gesture. Blade comes out complaining that Cage had a handful of his hair. Collar elbow tie up again, and this time Blade pushes Cage to the corner. Ref has to wedge himself between the two wrestlers and push Blade back to the center of the ring with Blade taunting Cage the entire way. On the third tie up attempt, Blade puts a thumb in Cage’s eye which causes Marcus to throw his hands up to his face.)
AC: Oh come on… already!?
SC: Already what?
AC: CHEATED! You can’t tell me you didn’t see that thumb to the eyes!
SC: Well I can’t tell you that, and I will! Because I saw nothing.
(Seeing an opening, Blade puts a well placed kick to his gut, doubling him over. Capitalizing, Blade runs to the ropes and executes a swinging neckbreaker. Blade with a quick cover, but Marcus kicks out before the ref can even get in position. Both men to their feet, and Cage follows through with an uppercut, sending Blade staggering back to the corner. Fast as lightning, Marcus climbs to the 2nd rope, and starts laying in punches to the side of Blade’s head. The crowd comes to life and starts counting..
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Cage throws his thumbs up to the crowd and drops an elbow on the crown of Blade’s head for the ‘10’.)
AC: Well that was unique!
SC: That should be a DQ. Those were blatant closed hand shots to the head!
AC: How is it if Blade does a thumb to the eyes, you don’t see it. But if Cage does something you’re ALL over him?
SC: How is it… your commentating sucks?
AC: … Classy.
(Cage jumps down, and watches Blade fall face first out of the corner. Cage hauls Blade to his feet, shoots him off the ropes and takes him down with a diving shoulder tackle. Cover!)
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AC: OH! I thought Cage might have stole one early there.
SC: RIGHT… Blade’s not giving up that easy!
(Cage goes to bring Blade to his feet again, but Blade delivers a low blow that stops Marcus dead in his tracks.)
AC: OH COME ON! The ref didn’t see that?
SC: Even if he did, fair is fair!
SC: Fair is fair!? HE JUST LOW BELOWED HIM!
(Blade scrambles to his feet, and drops Cage with a short arm clothesline, and drops quickly behind him to apply a reverse chin lock. The ref comes around to check on Cage and ask him if he’ll submit, in which Marcus shakes his head adamantly and yells ‘NO!’ Blade drives his knee in the middle of Marcus’ back and pulls back harder on the chin.)
AC: Blade’s taken control here, but can he keep it going?
(Cage raises his hands and starts to shake them, trying to gain some momentum. He gets to his knees, and drives 2 elbows into Blade’s midsection, causing him to loosen the hold. Once free, Cage runs to the ropes and charges Blade, and knocks him down with a spinning heel kick. Cage then springs back to his feet quickly, and Blade gets up as well. Cage charges, and takes Blade down instantly with a flying back elbow. Both men go down, and the ref begins the count.)
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(Both men get to their feet around the same time, and Blade goes for a clothesline. However Cage ducks it, and grabs Blade, drilling him with an atomic drop sending Blade stumbling forward. Blade then turns around, and catches a dropkick to the chest, sending him back seated into the corner. Cage gets to his feet and charges, hitting yet another dropkick to Blade, squashing him into the corner. Cage rolls him out and goes for yet another pin.)
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AC: Oh man, I thought Cage had it there!
SC: I knew he didn’t, it’s Cage! He can’t beat Blade without breaking every rule in the book.
AC: Are you serious!? Blade’s-
SC: FOCUS ON THE MATCH!
(Marcus begins to get Blade up, but Blade hits him with a stiff European uppercut. Cage stumbles back and into the ropes holding his jaw and Blade grabs him from behind in a full nelson. Blade then elevates him up and down HARD onto his spine with a vicious full nelson slam. Blade then goes for a pin of his own, hooking the leg of Marcus Cage.)
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(Blade gets to his feet furiously, screaming at the ref to do his job.)
AC: if I was Blade I’d focus more on the match then the ref.
SC: Well it’s not Blade’s fault that the ref’s the only one to ever graduate kindergarten without learning to count to 3.
(Blade turns around as Cage gets up, and yells it’s over. Cage turns and Blade goes for The Cutter, but Cage shoves him off into the ropes. Blade bounces off the ropes and right into a Code Breaker by Cage! Cage pins and hooks the leg.)
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Skylar: Winner of this match… MARCUS CAGE!!!
AC: He did it! Out of NOWHERE Marcus Cage has picked up the win!
SC: This is wrong Art! Blade had it won! If that ref would do his job!
AC: Oh stop making excuses! Cage won against all odds, and what a fight it was.
Winner: Marcus Cage via pinfall.
PWSR Presents Independence 2010 - Live Sunday July 25th
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Confirmed Matches so far:
Alamar Aguston vs. The Rev - World Heavyweight Title
Daz vs. Trisha Lee Moore
CGI vs. Dope Boyz vs. Bronx Bad Boys - Triple Threat TLC Match for the Tag Team Titles
Marcus Cage vs. Antonio Banks vs. Tony Angel - IC Title #1 Cont. Match
(“Wrong or Right” by DMX begins to play. The crowd gives off a pretty mixed reaction as The Alpha Dog begins to make his way out to the ring. He’s not in his wrestling gear but in street clothes. He slides into the ring and picks up a microphone that is sitting in the corner of the ring.)
The Alpha Dog: Last week, a lot of questions were formed that need answers. There was a little punk bitch out here by the name of Drake DeMarco running his mouth, once again. Shooting on just about everything and anything that came to his mind. And since nobody else had the sack to come out here and shut him up, I did. I was sick and tired of hearing him talk and hearing his little shoots. And then when things got physical … He decided not to fight back. Drake, I don’t know if you’re just dumb or you were in shock because you didn’t know what hit you and didn’t think anyone would actually come out here to stand up to you. But you decided not to fight back. Now I don’t know if you know this or not … But I like to fight. And last week, was not nearly enough for me. That wasn’t nearly enough retribution for all of the things you’ve said about me and the PWSR in the past. So Drake DeMarco … If you have any balls at all … Get your ass out here and fight me.
(The crowd begins to explode in cheers as Alpha gets in a fighting stance.)
The Alpha Dog: Come on DeMarco! Get your ass out here! This ain’t gonna be a match. This is gonna be a fight! Come on!
(Drake’s music begins to play as smoke fills the entrance ramp. The fans explode even more.)
Art Campbell: Oh boy, here we go! All hell is about to break loose!
Sid Carmack: These guys hate each other, Art. And that hatred stems from back when DeMarco was in PWSX.
(Alpha tosses the mic down and gets ready for the fight. The music plays for about a minute and as the smoke fades away and the music fades out, there is no Drake DeMarco. The fans then begin to boo.)
The Alpha Dog: Alright. DeMarco, you want to play it that way? We’ll play it that way. If you don’t want to come to me, I’m going to come to you!
(He throws the mic outside the ring and jumps out. He begins to jog up the entrance ramp and back through the curtains as he goes looking for DeMarco.)
Art Campbell: Dear God, security better be ready, backstage! We hope to get back to his but right now we have a scheduled tag team match we need to get to.
Tag Team Match
Non-Title
The Dope Boyz vs. The Bronx Bad Boys
[As Alpha storms to the back, The Bronx Bad Boys make their way down the ramp for their non-title match, and climb into the ring. Trice and LaMarcus come down through the crowd, rapping on their way to the ring, and hop the rail, getting in to start the match. Vinnie turns around and pulls a cheap shot, nailing LaMarcus in the face with the title belt and then sliding them out under the bottom rope. The Bad Boys instantly nail a groggy LaMarcus with a double suplex and go to try and win the match straight away]
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Art Campbell: Damn, these loudmouths almost stole a win right there at the very start of this contest! After these guys seemed to attack the Dope Boyz from behind last week on Lockup, I can see this getting out of hand here tonight Sid!
Sid Carmack: I hope so - there's nothing better than watching four guys beating the hell out of each other!
Art Campbell: Except for you shutting up for a while perhaps!
[The ref briefly gets it all under control as Vinnie steps out and lets Terrell be the legal man, with LaMarcus tagging out to Trice. Trice leaps onto the second rope and flies across the ring, taking the big man down with a crossbody, hangs on for a cover but sees it rolled through, then leaps straight back to his feet. Terrell manages to throw Trice across with an Irish whip into their corner, where Vinnie flattens him with a hard illegal punch in the nose. Terrell tags in, and Vinnie steps in methodically, scooping Trice up and powerbombing him into the mat - going for another cover]
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[Vinnie becomes enraged and tries to lift Trice again off the mat, but gets caught this time in an inside cradle!]
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Sid Carmack: Look out ... Trice almost pulled off a surprise there with that rollup!
[Leaping back to his feet, Vinnie tries to punch Trice again, but the quicker man ducks under this time and runs at the ropes, springboarding off with another plancha attempt. Vinnie manages to catch him on his shoulders in mid-air and slams him off sideways into his patented KTFO!]
Art Campbell: KTFO! KTFO! That's Vinnie's version of the Spicolli Driver folks ... and it damn sure hurts!
[Vinnie goes for the cover]
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Sid Carmack: YES! They did it .. that's 2 straight wins now against these rapping morons for the unstoppable tag team champions!
Art Campbell: I gotta admit Sid, they looked good tonight, but can they pull it off again at Independence? That's going to be a hellacious war in Philedelphia!
Winner: The Bronx Bad Boys via pinfall.
(The cameras catch to Trisha in her locker room. She had just answered her phone.)
Trisha: Hello? Who the fuck are you? …. WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GET MY NUMBER???
(The person hung up and Trisha put her phone down. It rang again.)
Trisha: What the fuck do you want …. Who … what? … WHERE DID YOU GET MY NUMBER!!!
(The person just laughed and hung up. The phone rang again.)
Trisha: WHO ARE YOU AND HOWD YOU GET THIS NUMBER!!! ……. Daz? I SWEAR …
(She hangs up and the phone immediately begins to ring again. She puts it on the table and refuses to answer it. Just then, Nick, her publisict, ran in the door.)
Nick: TRISHA!!! Daz was out in the ring wearing a shirt with your cell phone number on it! Every single viewer has your number!
(Nick notices the phone stop ringing for a second.)
Trisha: YA THINK!
(The phone began to ring again and she grabbed her hair, as if she wanted to pull it out.)
Nick: I take it your phone keeps ringing?
Trisha: YES! You said this was Daz … I shoulda known he’d pull some pathetic stunt like this.
(Her phone began ringing again as she screamed, sending the camera back to ringside.)
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SC: What’s this idiot want?
AC: Well I’m sure if you wait a few minutes he’ll probably let you know.
Daz: Ladies and gentleman, I’m sure you all saw what happened last week when Trisha Lee Moore attacked me, and came after me with a weapon. I’ve taken a little bit of a beating from the boys in the back about running away, but when I put it to them like “Imagine your wife on “Her Day” coming after you with a golf club.” and they understand. However, I’m going to be the bigger man here, and say that I’m going to let it go Trisha. In fact, there will be no repercussions what so ever.
(The fans boo, and Daz just nods.)
Daz: I know I know, but it’s the right thing to do! Sometimes you need to pick your battles, and I am man enough to admit that Trisha got the best of me.
(More boo’s echo throughout the arena.)
SC: I must say, this is a new side of Daz, and I like it!
Daz: In fact, not only that but I actually have something for you Trisha, as a sort of peace offering. I had it specially mad and everything, and will be sold on the PWS website, with all the proceeds going to Trisha Lee Moore!
SC: This is incredible! I’m loving this.
AC: I’ve gotta say, I am SHOCKED!
Daz: And here it is. Ladies and gentleman welcome… the NEW TRISHA LEE MOORE T-SHIRT!
(Daz holds up a T-Shirt with Trisha Lee Moore on it, and at the top it says “CALL ME” and at the bottom it says “555-6660”. The fans begin to cheer and laugh.)
Daz: Hope you like it Trisha! See ya soon.
(Daz winks as the SmarkTron fades back to live.)
SC: What? He can’t do that Art!
AC: What are you complaining for? Now you have Trisha’s number!
SC: Yeah well… still…it’s not right!
AC: I have a feeling that’s going to be a best seller Sid! And I think it’s safe to say, Daz got the last laugh here tonight!
(The cameras turn on, as they catch The Tag Team Champions, Bronx Bad Boys, walking around in the hallway. They seem to be pissed off, and are walking with a purpose. They spot a couple of stagehands and approach them.)
Vinnie: Where are they?
Stagehand 1: Who?
Terrell: Don't play dumb with us. We can't find them. You MUST have seen something.
Stagehand 2: But we don't know who you are looking for?
Vinnie: We aren't looking for ANYBODY.
Stagehand 1: I'm confused.
Terrell: And you'll be taking a trip to the hospital if you don't knock off the attitude.
Stagehand 2: If you aren't looking anyone, then who or what are you looking for.
(Terrell pointed to his and Vinnie's waists.)
Vinnie: Do you see anything?
Stagehand 1: No.
Terrell: Exactly, someone took OUR PWSR Tag Team Championships, and we want them back. Now did you see anything?
Stagehand 2: Not really. But you can check with one of the other tag teams. Maybe it was Damage Inc.
Vinnie: They're alot of things, but they ain't stupid.
Stagehand 1: What about Dope Boyz?
Terrell: They have a rematch coming up, what's the point in pissing us off, when they couldn't beat us last time?
Stagehand 2: Hey, CGI's locker room is just down the hall, maybe they took them.
(Terrell and Vinnie look at each other, and nodded. They headed off down the hall in search of CGI's locker room. When the found it, they stared at each other again.)
Terrell: Should we knock?
Vinnie: If they took them, I want to catch them with their pants down.
Terrell: I don't swing that way.
Vinnie: It was a figure of speech.
Vinnie stepped back, raised his foot up, and booted the door open. The two of them ran into the room, and noticed that no one else was in it. They began to flip through stuff, turning the couch over, and checking everywhere. Terrell unzipped one of their bags, and pulled out one half of the PWSR Tag Team Championships.
Terrell: Hey Vinnie, check this out.
(He held it up, and Vinnie got an angry expression on his face.)
Vinnie: THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS.
(Terrell unzipped the other bag, and pulled out the other belt. He handed one to Vinnie, and they were about to leave when LaMarcus Brown and Trice stepped into the doorway.)
LaMarcus: Well, well, well. So your attack on us last week, wasn't enough for you, you figured you would try to take out CGI as well?
Vinnie: What the hell are you talking about?
Trice: Don't play dumb with us. The two of you, attacked us from behind last week.
LaMarcus: And you left this shirt as a calling card.
(He held up the Bronx Bad Boys shirt, the same one found, laying near LaMarcus last week.)
Terrell: Look, we didn't attack you last week. We may not play by the rules, but we aren't cowards. We would rather kick your ass, while you are watching, then attack you from behind. Believe us, we have already beaten you in the middle of the ring, for the PWSR Tag Team Titles. What's the point in attacking you from behind?
LaMarcus: Like you would admit to doing it. You already had to try to take us out from behind, and since it didn't work, I don't see you being brave enough to admit to doing it.
Vinnie: Look, it wasn't us. But we might know who did.
(Trice and LaMarcus look at each other now.)
Trice: Go on.
Vinnie: Look, our tag belts came up missing earlier, we were pointed to CGI's locker room, and when we came in, we found them in their duffel bags. If they stole our belts this week, they could have been the ones who attacked you last week, and put a shirt there of ours, to try to set us up.
(Suddenly, CGI appeared in the doorway.)
Gale: I hope you guys brought the beer, if this is going to be a party.
JJ: Yeah, we always go BYOB.
Terrell: Shut up, you have some nerve showing up now. Well you're too late. We got our belts BACK.
Gale: I'm confused.
JJ: Yeah, me too. I mean you guys need belts to keep your pants up? I thought your guts were doing a good job of that.
(Gale and JJ laugh.)
Vinnie: You rotten bastards. You stole our Tag Team Championships.
Gale: They stopped laughing now. We never TOUCHED those things. But we will soon, after we beat you for them.
LaMarcus: If ANYONE is going to beat them for those belts, its going to be Dope Boyz.
JJ: You wish. You lost the belts to them. How about you let someone who actually stands a chance, a shot?
Trice: Well seeing as that's not you, I don't see any other choice then to allow the greatest tag team in the PWS, the chance to reclaim what is rightfully theirs?
Vinnie: I don't think people would want to see us fight ourselves. Seeing as you said, give the greatest team a shot. We already have the titles. We don't need the shot.
LaMarcus: Funny. Well you claim you didn't attack us last week, and that Bud-Not- Wiser, and "Faygalermeister," stole your belts. You claim they attacked us to place blame on you, when you could have set up this whole... "they stole the belts from us." to place blame on them.
JJ: We don't have any beef with you personally. We are here to be the tag champs, not to attack someone backstage for no reason.
Trice: We didn't say you were off the hook. Perhaps we'll just take all FOUR of you out, and sort through the facts later.
Terrell: You can try, but just going after the two of us, you failed.
(LaMarcus shoved Vinnie, as Trice slapped JJ. Gale decked Trice, as Terrell began duking it out with LaMarcus. Vinnie got up, and helped Terrell, as JJ began helping Gale. Gale and Vinnie back into each other, and turned around. A brief hesitation gave Vinnie the advantage, as he kicked Gale in the gut. All three teams were now fighting each other. The fight spilled out into the hallway, sending staff and crew scrambling for safety. Security made it over, and began subduing the men involved. Gale and JJ were pulled away first, were being pulled down the hall in one direction. Vinnie and Terrell were pulled in the opposite direction, while a few members of security, had LaMarcus and Trice held on the ground, telling them to calm down. The scene cuts away, with LaMarcus claiming he was innocent. It then cuts to Dave Diamond watching what just went down on the TV, shaking his head.)
Dave Diamond: That's it. I don't know who's doing what but I do know one thing. At Independence, I'm putting the three of them in the same match. For the Tag Team Titles. In a triple threat TLC match!
(He looks at the screen, shaking his head again, as we go to ring side.)
Blade vs. Marcus Cage
(Cage and Blade lock up in the middle of the ring. Cage gets the upper hand and pushes Blade to the corner, looking for leverage. Blade is screaming for the ref to come and break it up. Marcus backs up on his own, holding his hands up as a sign of a good gesture. Blade comes out complaining that Cage had a handful of his hair. Collar elbow tie up again, and this time Blade pushes Cage to the corner. Ref has to wedge himself between the two wrestlers and push Blade back to the center of the ring with Blade taunting Cage the entire way. On the third tie up attempt, Blade puts a thumb in Cage’s eye which causes Marcus to throw his hands up to his face.)
AC: Oh come on… already!?
SC: Already what?
AC: CHEATED! You can’t tell me you didn’t see that thumb to the eyes!
SC: Well I can’t tell you that, and I will! Because I saw nothing.
(Seeing an opening, Blade puts a well placed kick to his gut, doubling him over. Capitalizing, Blade runs to the ropes and executes a swinging neckbreaker. Blade with a quick cover, but Marcus kicks out before the ref can even get in position. Both men to their feet, and Cage follows through with an uppercut, sending Blade staggering back to the corner. Fast as lightning, Marcus climbs to the 2nd rope, and starts laying in punches to the side of Blade’s head. The crowd comes to life and starts counting..
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Cage throws his thumbs up to the crowd and drops an elbow on the crown of Blade’s head for the ‘10’.)
AC: Well that was unique!
SC: That should be a DQ. Those were blatant closed hand shots to the head!
AC: How is it if Blade does a thumb to the eyes, you don’t see it. But if Cage does something you’re ALL over him?
SC: How is it… your commentating sucks?
AC: … Classy.
(Cage jumps down, and watches Blade fall face first out of the corner. Cage hauls Blade to his feet, shoots him off the ropes and takes him down with a diving shoulder tackle. Cover!)
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AC: OH! I thought Cage might have stole one early there.
SC: RIGHT… Blade’s not giving up that easy!
(Cage goes to bring Blade to his feet again, but Blade delivers a low blow that stops Marcus dead in his tracks.)
AC: OH COME ON! The ref didn’t see that?
SC: Even if he did, fair is fair!
SC: Fair is fair!? HE JUST LOW BELOWED HIM!
(Blade scrambles to his feet, and drops Cage with a short arm clothesline, and drops quickly behind him to apply a reverse chin lock. The ref comes around to check on Cage and ask him if he’ll submit, in which Marcus shakes his head adamantly and yells ‘NO!’ Blade drives his knee in the middle of Marcus’ back and pulls back harder on the chin.)
AC: Blade’s taken control here, but can he keep it going?
(Cage raises his hands and starts to shake them, trying to gain some momentum. He gets to his knees, and drives 2 elbows into Blade’s midsection, causing him to loosen the hold. Once free, Cage runs to the ropes and charges Blade, and knocks him down with a spinning heel kick. Cage then springs back to his feet quickly, and Blade gets up as well. Cage charges, and takes Blade down instantly with a flying back elbow. Both men go down, and the ref begins the count.)
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(Both men get to their feet around the same time, and Blade goes for a clothesline. However Cage ducks it, and grabs Blade, drilling him with an atomic drop sending Blade stumbling forward. Blade then turns around, and catches a dropkick to the chest, sending him back seated into the corner. Cage gets to his feet and charges, hitting yet another dropkick to Blade, squashing him into the corner. Cage rolls him out and goes for yet another pin.)
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AC: Oh man, I thought Cage had it there!
SC: I knew he didn’t, it’s Cage! He can’t beat Blade without breaking every rule in the book.
AC: Are you serious!? Blade’s-
SC: FOCUS ON THE MATCH!
(Marcus begins to get Blade up, but Blade hits him with a stiff European uppercut. Cage stumbles back and into the ropes holding his jaw and Blade grabs him from behind in a full nelson. Blade then elevates him up and down HARD onto his spine with a vicious full nelson slam. Blade then goes for a pin of his own, hooking the leg of Marcus Cage.)
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(Blade gets to his feet furiously, screaming at the ref to do his job.)
AC: if I was Blade I’d focus more on the match then the ref.
SC: Well it’s not Blade’s fault that the ref’s the only one to ever graduate kindergarten without learning to count to 3.
(Blade turns around as Cage gets up, and yells it’s over. Cage turns and Blade goes for The Cutter, but Cage shoves him off into the ropes. Blade bounces off the ropes and right into a Code Breaker by Cage! Cage pins and hooks the leg.)
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Skylar: Winner of this match… MARCUS CAGE!!!
AC: He did it! Out of NOWHERE Marcus Cage has picked up the win!
SC: This is wrong Art! Blade had it won! If that ref would do his job!
AC: Oh stop making excuses! Cage won against all odds, and what a fight it was.
Winner: Marcus Cage via pinfall.
PWSR Presents Independence 2010 - Live Sunday July 25th
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Confirmed Matches so far:
Alamar Aguston vs. The Rev - World Heavyweight Title
Daz vs. Trisha Lee Moore
CGI vs. Dope Boyz vs. Bronx Bad Boys - Triple Threat TLC Match for the Tag Team Titles
Marcus Cage vs. Antonio Banks vs. Tony Angel - IC Title #1 Cont. Match
(“Wrong or Right” by DMX begins to play. The crowd gives off a pretty mixed reaction as The Alpha Dog begins to make his way out to the ring. He’s not in his wrestling gear but in street clothes. He slides into the ring and picks up a microphone that is sitting in the corner of the ring.)
The Alpha Dog: Last week, a lot of questions were formed that need answers. There was a little punk bitch out here by the name of Drake DeMarco running his mouth, once again. Shooting on just about everything and anything that came to his mind. And since nobody else had the sack to come out here and shut him up, I did. I was sick and tired of hearing him talk and hearing his little shoots. And then when things got physical … He decided not to fight back. Drake, I don’t know if you’re just dumb or you were in shock because you didn’t know what hit you and didn’t think anyone would actually come out here to stand up to you. But you decided not to fight back. Now I don’t know if you know this or not … But I like to fight. And last week, was not nearly enough for me. That wasn’t nearly enough retribution for all of the things you’ve said about me and the PWSR in the past. So Drake DeMarco … If you have any balls at all … Get your ass out here and fight me.
(The crowd begins to explode in cheers as Alpha gets in a fighting stance.)
The Alpha Dog: Come on DeMarco! Get your ass out here! This ain’t gonna be a match. This is gonna be a fight! Come on!
(Drake’s music begins to play as smoke fills the entrance ramp. The fans explode even more.)
Art Campbell: Oh boy, here we go! All hell is about to break loose!
Sid Carmack: These guys hate each other, Art. And that hatred stems from back when DeMarco was in PWSX.
(Alpha tosses the mic down and gets ready for the fight. The music plays for about a minute and as the smoke fades away and the music fades out, there is no Drake DeMarco. The fans then begin to boo.)
The Alpha Dog: Alright. DeMarco, you want to play it that way? We’ll play it that way. If you don’t want to come to me, I’m going to come to you!
(He throws the mic outside the ring and jumps out. He begins to jog up the entrance ramp and back through the curtains as he goes looking for DeMarco.)
Art Campbell: Dear God, security better be ready, backstage! We hope to get back to his but right now we have a scheduled tag team match we need to get to.
Tag Team Match
Non-Title
The Dope Boyz vs. The Bronx Bad Boys
[As Alpha storms to the back, The Bronx Bad Boys make their way down the ramp for their non-title match, and climb into the ring. Trice and LaMarcus come down through the crowd, rapping on their way to the ring, and hop the rail, getting in to start the match. Vinnie turns around and pulls a cheap shot, nailing LaMarcus in the face with the title belt and then sliding them out under the bottom rope. The Bad Boys instantly nail a groggy LaMarcus with a double suplex and go to try and win the match straight away]
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Art Campbell: Damn, these loudmouths almost stole a win right there at the very start of this contest! After these guys seemed to attack the Dope Boyz from behind last week on Lockup, I can see this getting out of hand here tonight Sid!
Sid Carmack: I hope so - there's nothing better than watching four guys beating the hell out of each other!
Art Campbell: Except for you shutting up for a while perhaps!
[The ref briefly gets it all under control as Vinnie steps out and lets Terrell be the legal man, with LaMarcus tagging out to Trice. Trice leaps onto the second rope and flies across the ring, taking the big man down with a crossbody, hangs on for a cover but sees it rolled through, then leaps straight back to his feet. Terrell manages to throw Trice across with an Irish whip into their corner, where Vinnie flattens him with a hard illegal punch in the nose. Terrell tags in, and Vinnie steps in methodically, scooping Trice up and powerbombing him into the mat - going for another cover]
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[Vinnie becomes enraged and tries to lift Trice again off the mat, but gets caught this time in an inside cradle!]
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Sid Carmack: Look out ... Trice almost pulled off a surprise there with that rollup!
[Leaping back to his feet, Vinnie tries to punch Trice again, but the quicker man ducks under this time and runs at the ropes, springboarding off with another plancha attempt. Vinnie manages to catch him on his shoulders in mid-air and slams him off sideways into his patented KTFO!]
Art Campbell: KTFO! KTFO! That's Vinnie's version of the Spicolli Driver folks ... and it damn sure hurts!
[Vinnie goes for the cover]
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Sid Carmack: YES! They did it .. that's 2 straight wins now against these rapping morons for the unstoppable tag team champions!
Art Campbell: I gotta admit Sid, they looked good tonight, but can they pull it off again at Independence? That's going to be a hellacious war in Philedelphia!
Winner: The Bronx Bad Boys via pinfall.
(The cameras catch to Trisha in her locker room. She had just answered her phone.)
Trisha: Hello? Who the fuck are you? …. WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GET MY NUMBER???
(The person hung up and Trisha put her phone down. It rang again.)
Trisha: What the fuck do you want …. Who … what? … WHERE DID YOU GET MY NUMBER!!!
(The person just laughed and hung up. The phone rang again.)
Trisha: WHO ARE YOU AND HOWD YOU GET THIS NUMBER!!! ……. Daz? I SWEAR …
(She hangs up and the phone immediately begins to ring again. She puts it on the table and refuses to answer it. Just then, Nick, her publisict, ran in the door.)
Nick: TRISHA!!! Daz was out in the ring wearing a shirt with your cell phone number on it! Every single viewer has your number!
(Nick notices the phone stop ringing for a second.)
Trisha: YA THINK!
(The phone began to ring again and she grabbed her hair, as if she wanted to pull it out.)
Nick: I take it your phone keeps ringing?
Trisha: YES! You said this was Daz … I shoulda known he’d pull some pathetic stunt like this.
(Her phone began ringing again as she screamed, sending the camera back to ringside.)
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(We cut backstage where we see Alpha Dog storming through the halls of the arena, looking through doors and different hall ways.)
The Alpha Dog: DeMarco! Where are you! Come on out and fight me! Be a man for once!
(Alpha opens up the door that exit’s the arena and goes to the parking lot.)
The Alpha Dog: DeMarco! You out here?!
(He keeps walking around the parking lot, looking, when something catches his eye and stops. He rushes towards a black car.)
The Alpha Dog: What the fu-!
(The camera pans around and all down the side of the car, the phrase “Sexcellence Bitch” is keyed into the paint. Alpha gets furious.)
The Alpha Dog: DRAKE! WHERE ARE YOU, YOU PUSSY!
(He slams his fist on the hood of the car and begins to head back towards the building as we cut back to inside the arena.)
(Kurt Kaoss and Laura Phoenix are in their locker room. They appear to be playing a video game. They are both pressing the controller buttons vigorously.)
Kaoss: Quit using the same move!
Phoenix: Make me!
(The two appear to be engulfed in the game.)
Game: Game Over!
Phoenix: Suck it, bitch!
(Laura stands up and does a victory dance while Kurt is sulking about.)
Kaoss: One more time.
Phoenix: Someone's a glutton for punishment.
(Laura sits down and picks up her controller. Kurt has a smile on his face as he appears to be winning this time. Mr. Toa walks into the locker room and sees the two playing. He walks to the television and turns off the game. Kurt has a shocked expression on his face. Laura is pissed too.)
Kaoss: What the fuck!?
Phoenix: Yeah, we were fucking busy.
Toa: Now that I have your undivided attention. I want to talk business.
Kaoss: Business? Didn't we show your boys enough business at Retribution? We got no business here. Good day, Shorty.
Toa: You better watch your mouth, Shrek, before you find yourself in a hospital bed.
(Kurt stood up and got in Toa's face. Laura stood up and pulled Kurt back. Laura got between them and looked Toa in the eyes.)
Phoenix: What is it you want? Your boys want another ass whooping?
Toa: It seems that you have a bigger set than your boy toy over there. Yeah, I want my boys to mix it up against you two again. But, this time, you two are going to be the ones on the losing end.
Kaoss: Doubt that. If they want a match so bad, why don't they come here and ask for it.
Toa: Because I sent them to my gym. They are working hard on beating you two. And this time it won't just be a regular tag team match. It seems that you two fancy the barbed wire weapons. Well, how about this. At Independence, it's Necessary Roughness and Damage Inc. Texas Tornando style. And to add icing on the cake, no DQ, no Countouts.
Phoenix: You just signed your team's ticket to hell with that. You're on.
Toa: Good. And rest assured, they will bring it and prove why they are the World's Most Dangerous Tag Team. See you in Philly, bitches.
(Toa walks out, knocking over the game system and breaking it.)
Phoenix and Kaoss: Hey!
Toa: My bad. Maybe you'd focus more on your match now.
(Toa walked out the locker room.)
Phoenix: That bastard's going to buy us a new system.
Campbell: Wow. Talk about tension.
Carmack: Talk about excitement. Yet another match for Independence. Necessary Roughness VS. Damage Inc. in a no DQ Texas Tornado Match.
Campbell: I'm sure that there will be blood at the end of that one.
Antonio Banks vs. Trisha Lee Moore
(The camera cuts back to ringside where Trisha Lee Moore is standing in the ring waiting for her match. Suddenly, Banks’ music hits and the XL Center explodes in cheers as he walks out to the ring)
Art Campbell: We’re back live – and joined out here on commentary by our commissioner, Chris Wylde!
Chris Wylde: Thanks Art, it’s good to be out here – and it’s great to have Banks back with us ... what an ovation!
Art Campbell: Quite, but let’s not forget this is a big match for Trisha Lee Moore tonight as well in preparation for her war against Daz at Independence –
Chris Wylde: Of course ... tonight she faces quite possibly the best opponent that Daz ever faced in his career so far. None of us will ever forget that amazing trilogy of matches that Daz had with Banks last summer, and I’m sure Trisha will be thinking about that going into this one!
(Banks gets onto the apron and steps into the ring, at which point Trisha Lee Moore pokes him unexpectedly in the eye, causing the fans to boo her loudly – and angering Banks, who flails his arms around and manages to catch Trisha with a hard chop across the throat before rolling to the outside to get his vision back. As Banks goes to step back in through the ropes, Trisha kicks him in the face and rolls him into the ring in an inside cradle)
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Art Campbell: Trisha Lee Moore never plays by the rules folks ... that was downright cheating! That’s something Daz is gonna have to watch out for at Independence – he needs to watch his back at all times!
Sid Carmack: It doesn’t matter if you have to cheat, providing you get what you want in the end –
Chris Wylde: Oh, so that’s why your wife left you?
Sid Carmack: STOP IT!
Art Campbell: Hey –
(As Banks gets up, Trisha again tries to cheap shot him with a right hand, but Banks blocks it and pushes her down to the mat. Looking disrespected, she recoils into the corner and pulls herself up, charging across the ring with a furious clothesline attempt, but again ... Banks ducks under! Trisha bounces into the ropes, Banks waits for her to come back and then grabs her around the waist and hits a perfect overhead belly to back throw, leaving Trisha down. Banks walks over to her and leans down to whisper something in her ear, then instead yells as loud as he can)
Antonio Banks: SHUT UP WOMAN GET –
(A deafened Trisha sticks her leg up and kicks Banks right in the mouth, then rolls him up into another cradle pinfall)
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Chris Wylde: - ON MY HORSE?!
Art Campbell: That’s the one Chris ... I don’t think Trisha appreciated Antonio Banks taking the time to stop and SCREAM that in her ear though –
Sid Carmack: How dare he do that to Trisha’s poor, delicate ears?
Chris Wylde: Are you kidding me Sid? The only thing delicate about that woman is her ego – a loss here to Banks tonight and she may just go off on one again!
(Trisha jumps up and goes back to the corner, waiting for Banks. When he gets up, he runs and charges at her, but Trisha ducks out the way and leaves Antonio to go flying into the turnbuckles. He jumps up onto the second rope as Trisha is bending over and bounces off into a sunset flip, rolling Trisha up for the pinfall, but she manages to roll through, leap up and try to kick him in the face. Banks catches the leg and twists it, taking Trisha down and rolling through into an ankle lock, which Trisha rolls forward out of, sending Banks flying out of the ring)
Art Campbell: Wow – great wrestling from Banks and Trisha Lee Moore – nothing less than we’d expect from two wrestlers of this quality I suppose! I was worried it’d be overshadowed but so far Banks hasn’t tried to grab Trisha’s ... well...
Chris Wylde: BOOBS! Don’t worry Art, you can say boobs.
Art Campbell: I didn’t want to get Robbie Steen excited –
Sid Carmack: WHO?!
Art Campbell: Good grief! Don’t you pay any attention Sid?
(Following Antonio out of the ring, Trisha grabs him from behind and sends him sailing into the ring post with a sickening crash, generating enormous hate from the live crowd. She rolls back into the ring and waits as Kealen Foster counts Banks out, but eventually he scrambles back in and breaks the count. Trisha kicks Banks in the ribs as he makes his way back up and tries to roll over his back into a bandito cradle, but Banks rolls the other way and catches her shoulders down!)
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Chris Wylde: OH! Banks almost won the match right there –
Sid Carmack: You know, it’s a good thing Banks hasn’t placed his hands on Trisha’s bodacious boobs like he said he would Art ... we’ve never had a murder in a PWSmarks ring before and I’d rather like to keep it that way!
Chris Wylde: Did you just call Trisha.... bodacious?!
Sid Carmack: Well, two parts of her at least!
Art Campbell: STOP IT!
(Banks uses the momentum he’s gained to scoop Trisha up on his shoulders and plant her with a Samoan drop, knocking all the air out of her and causing her to roll out to the apron. Antonio leans over and grabs her by the hair, trying to lift her into the ring, but he loses balance and she manages to jab him in the throat with a hard punch again, sending him flying backwards into Kealen Foster)
Art Campbell: Oh God! The referee is down ... and folks ... we’re coming up to the one-year anniversary of the Boston Screwjob where this same referee Kealen Foster wrongly disqualified Antonio Banks in a world championship match –
Sid Carmack: He should disqualify him again now Art ... he just grabbed Trisha by the hair!
Chris Wylde: Yeah and he slipped, man that head of hers must be greasy as hell –
Sid Carmack: One of these days Chris, she’s going to kill you, you do know that, right?
(With the referee down, Banks leans over to check on him, and Trisha rolls back into the ring, swinging her hand up between his legs with force and nailing a sickening low blow ... sending the fans crazy with more booing)
Sid Carmack: OH! Trisha just gave Antonio Banks an emergency sexual health check!
Art Campbell: WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!
Sid Carmack: Come on Art ... the professionals encourage guys to check themselves ... down there –
Art Campbell: Yes Sid.... THEMSELVES!
Sid Carmack: ... I guess Banks was complaining about some pain in that region?
Art Campbell: WELL HE CERTAINLY IS NOW! DEAR GOD!
Chris Wylde: She sure loves touching guys nuts doesn’t she ... Kris Kaizer last week, now Banks...
(With Banks rolling around on the mat in pain, Trisha locks him in a sharpshooter to try and force him to submit, but with the crowd willing him on – up on their feet cheering – he manages to scramble to the ropes. Trisha keeps the hold locked in though, until Kealen Foster gets up and forces her to break it. Moore starts a long and verbose argument with Kealen, and Banks takes advantage by climbing back to a vertical base and hitting a desperation backstabber on Trisha ... then going for the pinfall)
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Art Campbell: OH! Antonio Banks just used Trisha’s own finishing manoeuvre against her ... something we saw time and time again during his classic battles with Daz right here in the PWSR!
Sid Carmack: I’m sure Trisha was prepared for that ... she knows how Banks works –
Chris Wylde: Oh she sure looks prepared right now Sid, laying flat on her back with her legs in the air – then again, you guys always talk about the value of years of experience...
Sid Carmack: HOW DARE YOU?!
(Banks realises the end is in sight and waits for Trisha to get back to her feet. Positioning himself behind her again, he spins her around and goes for the double-knee facebuster but Trisha grabs the top rope to steady herself and Banks lands back on his feet, Trisha tries to catch him in DDT but Banks spins out of it and instinctively grabs hold of Trisha’s chest area ... catching a handful of breasts and sending the crowd into uproarious laughter)
Chris Wylde: BOOB LOCK!
Art Campbell: TITBAR!
Sid Carmack: Hey, I went to one of those once –
Art and Chris: WILL YOU STOP?!
(Banks drops his arms realising what he just instinctively did, and Trisha goes bright red with rage, wrapping her hands tightly around his neck and scooping him up off the mat with a double-handed choke bomb!)
Art Campbell: Oh.... the Exodus on Antonio Banks! Well ... double-handed sitout chokeslam I guess – forgive me folks, we’re so used to calling that move ... Daz’s signature move ... and I just wonder if Trisha did that intentionally, or if it’s instinct!
Chris Wylde: I don’t know Art – she’s been scouting Daz ever since she moved into the men’s division!
Sid Carmack: She does it better than Daz anyway –
Art Campbell: SHE MOST CERTAINLY DOES NOT!
(With Banks down on the mat, Trisha starts climbing the turnbuckles with the fans booing her loudly. Trisha, unusually, gets onto the top rope and starts posing ... waving her arms at the audience mockingly ... and getting even louder boos in the process)
Chris Wylde: Oh don’t tell me...
(Trisha leaps off with a perfect frogsplash onto Antonio Banks, holding on for the pin)
Art Campbell: DAZ SPLASH!
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Sid Carmack: YES! YES! I TOLD YOU! I told you she’d do it!
Art Campbell: I cannot believe that this ... jezebel ... just used both of Daz’s signature moves to beat Antonio Banks here tonight!
Chris Wylde: Well, Trisha’s always tried to do this mind games stuff with her opponents before the big matches and it hasn’t always worked Art – sometimes it does and sometimes it doesn’t – and I’m confident that Daz won’t let himself be too distracted by this
Art Campbell: I tend to agree with you Chris, but Daz did look emotionally affected when he returned at Retribution –
Chris Wylde: He did, but I’ve been talking to him since then and I’m sure he’s got enough mental strength left to do the right thing and destroy this obnoxious cow at Independence!
Winner: Trisha Lee Moore via pinfall.
(The main camera feed cuts to a shot of Josiah Cena arriving outside the XL Center. The fans see him stepping out of a black car and walking towards the camera with a purpose, looking all banged up still after Retribution)
Art Campbell: Ladies and Gentlemen – Josiah Cena has arrived – and he’ll be coming out here to address his fans right after the break)
(Suddenly, out of nowhere, the cameraman appears to fall forwards, dropping his camera to the ground. All we can see is the bottom half of a man dressed completely in black step out in front of the shot from the half-broken camera laying on the concrete. The man unexpectedly flattens Josiah Cena with a metal bar of some sort, busting him open and letting him drop to the ground with a thud.)
Art Campbell: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!
(The fans look on in shock as Cena’s bleeding body is dragged up by this anonymous attacker and hoisted into the back of the car he arrived in. Cena is completely unconscious and unable to fight back as the man ties his hands up and tosses him into the car, which speeds off out of the parking lot)
Art Campbell: SHIT! SOMEONE JUST....
Chris Wylde: DON’T CALL THIS GUYS!
(Commissioner Wylde starts gesturing to the camera crew at ringside to take it to a break)
Chris Wylde: GO TO COMMERCIAL!
PWSX Presents: Road To Redemption
Live on PPV - July 18th, 2010!
The Alpha Dog: DeMarco! Where are you! Come on out and fight me! Be a man for once!
(Alpha opens up the door that exit’s the arena and goes to the parking lot.)
The Alpha Dog: DeMarco! You out here?!
(He keeps walking around the parking lot, looking, when something catches his eye and stops. He rushes towards a black car.)
The Alpha Dog: What the fu-!
(The camera pans around and all down the side of the car, the phrase “Sexcellence Bitch” is keyed into the paint. Alpha gets furious.)
The Alpha Dog: DRAKE! WHERE ARE YOU, YOU PUSSY!
(He slams his fist on the hood of the car and begins to head back towards the building as we cut back to inside the arena.)
(Kurt Kaoss and Laura Phoenix are in their locker room. They appear to be playing a video game. They are both pressing the controller buttons vigorously.)
Kaoss: Quit using the same move!
Phoenix: Make me!
(The two appear to be engulfed in the game.)
Game: Game Over!
Phoenix: Suck it, bitch!
(Laura stands up and does a victory dance while Kurt is sulking about.)
Kaoss: One more time.
Phoenix: Someone's a glutton for punishment.
(Laura sits down and picks up her controller. Kurt has a smile on his face as he appears to be winning this time. Mr. Toa walks into the locker room and sees the two playing. He walks to the television and turns off the game. Kurt has a shocked expression on his face. Laura is pissed too.)
Kaoss: What the fuck!?
Phoenix: Yeah, we were fucking busy.
Toa: Now that I have your undivided attention. I want to talk business.
Kaoss: Business? Didn't we show your boys enough business at Retribution? We got no business here. Good day, Shorty.
Toa: You better watch your mouth, Shrek, before you find yourself in a hospital bed.
(Kurt stood up and got in Toa's face. Laura stood up and pulled Kurt back. Laura got between them and looked Toa in the eyes.)
Phoenix: What is it you want? Your boys want another ass whooping?
Toa: It seems that you have a bigger set than your boy toy over there. Yeah, I want my boys to mix it up against you two again. But, this time, you two are going to be the ones on the losing end.
Kaoss: Doubt that. If they want a match so bad, why don't they come here and ask for it.
Toa: Because I sent them to my gym. They are working hard on beating you two. And this time it won't just be a regular tag team match. It seems that you two fancy the barbed wire weapons. Well, how about this. At Independence, it's Necessary Roughness and Damage Inc. Texas Tornando style. And to add icing on the cake, no DQ, no Countouts.
Phoenix: You just signed your team's ticket to hell with that. You're on.
Toa: Good. And rest assured, they will bring it and prove why they are the World's Most Dangerous Tag Team. See you in Philly, bitches.
(Toa walks out, knocking over the game system and breaking it.)
Phoenix and Kaoss: Hey!
Toa: My bad. Maybe you'd focus more on your match now.
(Toa walked out the locker room.)
Phoenix: That bastard's going to buy us a new system.
Campbell: Wow. Talk about tension.
Carmack: Talk about excitement. Yet another match for Independence. Necessary Roughness VS. Damage Inc. in a no DQ Texas Tornado Match.
Campbell: I'm sure that there will be blood at the end of that one.
Antonio Banks vs. Trisha Lee Moore
(The camera cuts back to ringside where Trisha Lee Moore is standing in the ring waiting for her match. Suddenly, Banks’ music hits and the XL Center explodes in cheers as he walks out to the ring)
Art Campbell: We’re back live – and joined out here on commentary by our commissioner, Chris Wylde!
Chris Wylde: Thanks Art, it’s good to be out here – and it’s great to have Banks back with us ... what an ovation!
Art Campbell: Quite, but let’s not forget this is a big match for Trisha Lee Moore tonight as well in preparation for her war against Daz at Independence –
Chris Wylde: Of course ... tonight she faces quite possibly the best opponent that Daz ever faced in his career so far. None of us will ever forget that amazing trilogy of matches that Daz had with Banks last summer, and I’m sure Trisha will be thinking about that going into this one!
(Banks gets onto the apron and steps into the ring, at which point Trisha Lee Moore pokes him unexpectedly in the eye, causing the fans to boo her loudly – and angering Banks, who flails his arms around and manages to catch Trisha with a hard chop across the throat before rolling to the outside to get his vision back. As Banks goes to step back in through the ropes, Trisha kicks him in the face and rolls him into the ring in an inside cradle)
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Art Campbell: Trisha Lee Moore never plays by the rules folks ... that was downright cheating! That’s something Daz is gonna have to watch out for at Independence – he needs to watch his back at all times!
Sid Carmack: It doesn’t matter if you have to cheat, providing you get what you want in the end –
Chris Wylde: Oh, so that’s why your wife left you?
Sid Carmack: STOP IT!
Art Campbell: Hey –
(As Banks gets up, Trisha again tries to cheap shot him with a right hand, but Banks blocks it and pushes her down to the mat. Looking disrespected, she recoils into the corner and pulls herself up, charging across the ring with a furious clothesline attempt, but again ... Banks ducks under! Trisha bounces into the ropes, Banks waits for her to come back and then grabs her around the waist and hits a perfect overhead belly to back throw, leaving Trisha down. Banks walks over to her and leans down to whisper something in her ear, then instead yells as loud as he can)
Antonio Banks: SHUT UP WOMAN GET –
(A deafened Trisha sticks her leg up and kicks Banks right in the mouth, then rolls him up into another cradle pinfall)
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Chris Wylde: - ON MY HORSE?!
Art Campbell: That’s the one Chris ... I don’t think Trisha appreciated Antonio Banks taking the time to stop and SCREAM that in her ear though –
Sid Carmack: How dare he do that to Trisha’s poor, delicate ears?
Chris Wylde: Are you kidding me Sid? The only thing delicate about that woman is her ego – a loss here to Banks tonight and she may just go off on one again!
(Trisha jumps up and goes back to the corner, waiting for Banks. When he gets up, he runs and charges at her, but Trisha ducks out the way and leaves Antonio to go flying into the turnbuckles. He jumps up onto the second rope as Trisha is bending over and bounces off into a sunset flip, rolling Trisha up for the pinfall, but she manages to roll through, leap up and try to kick him in the face. Banks catches the leg and twists it, taking Trisha down and rolling through into an ankle lock, which Trisha rolls forward out of, sending Banks flying out of the ring)
Art Campbell: Wow – great wrestling from Banks and Trisha Lee Moore – nothing less than we’d expect from two wrestlers of this quality I suppose! I was worried it’d be overshadowed but so far Banks hasn’t tried to grab Trisha’s ... well...
Chris Wylde: BOOBS! Don’t worry Art, you can say boobs.
Art Campbell: I didn’t want to get Robbie Steen excited –
Sid Carmack: WHO?!
Art Campbell: Good grief! Don’t you pay any attention Sid?
(Following Antonio out of the ring, Trisha grabs him from behind and sends him sailing into the ring post with a sickening crash, generating enormous hate from the live crowd. She rolls back into the ring and waits as Kealen Foster counts Banks out, but eventually he scrambles back in and breaks the count. Trisha kicks Banks in the ribs as he makes his way back up and tries to roll over his back into a bandito cradle, but Banks rolls the other way and catches her shoulders down!)
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Chris Wylde: OH! Banks almost won the match right there –
Sid Carmack: You know, it’s a good thing Banks hasn’t placed his hands on Trisha’s bodacious boobs like he said he would Art ... we’ve never had a murder in a PWSmarks ring before and I’d rather like to keep it that way!
Chris Wylde: Did you just call Trisha.... bodacious?!
Sid Carmack: Well, two parts of her at least!
Art Campbell: STOP IT!
(Banks uses the momentum he’s gained to scoop Trisha up on his shoulders and plant her with a Samoan drop, knocking all the air out of her and causing her to roll out to the apron. Antonio leans over and grabs her by the hair, trying to lift her into the ring, but he loses balance and she manages to jab him in the throat with a hard punch again, sending him flying backwards into Kealen Foster)
Art Campbell: Oh God! The referee is down ... and folks ... we’re coming up to the one-year anniversary of the Boston Screwjob where this same referee Kealen Foster wrongly disqualified Antonio Banks in a world championship match –
Sid Carmack: He should disqualify him again now Art ... he just grabbed Trisha by the hair!
Chris Wylde: Yeah and he slipped, man that head of hers must be greasy as hell –
Sid Carmack: One of these days Chris, she’s going to kill you, you do know that, right?
(With the referee down, Banks leans over to check on him, and Trisha rolls back into the ring, swinging her hand up between his legs with force and nailing a sickening low blow ... sending the fans crazy with more booing)
Sid Carmack: OH! Trisha just gave Antonio Banks an emergency sexual health check!
Art Campbell: WHAT IN THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!
Sid Carmack: Come on Art ... the professionals encourage guys to check themselves ... down there –
Art Campbell: Yes Sid.... THEMSELVES!
Sid Carmack: ... I guess Banks was complaining about some pain in that region?
Art Campbell: WELL HE CERTAINLY IS NOW! DEAR GOD!
Chris Wylde: She sure loves touching guys nuts doesn’t she ... Kris Kaizer last week, now Banks...
(With Banks rolling around on the mat in pain, Trisha locks him in a sharpshooter to try and force him to submit, but with the crowd willing him on – up on their feet cheering – he manages to scramble to the ropes. Trisha keeps the hold locked in though, until Kealen Foster gets up and forces her to break it. Moore starts a long and verbose argument with Kealen, and Banks takes advantage by climbing back to a vertical base and hitting a desperation backstabber on Trisha ... then going for the pinfall)
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Art Campbell: OH! Antonio Banks just used Trisha’s own finishing manoeuvre against her ... something we saw time and time again during his classic battles with Daz right here in the PWSR!
Sid Carmack: I’m sure Trisha was prepared for that ... she knows how Banks works –
Chris Wylde: Oh she sure looks prepared right now Sid, laying flat on her back with her legs in the air – then again, you guys always talk about the value of years of experience...
Sid Carmack: HOW DARE YOU?!
(Banks realises the end is in sight and waits for Trisha to get back to her feet. Positioning himself behind her again, he spins her around and goes for the double-knee facebuster but Trisha grabs the top rope to steady herself and Banks lands back on his feet, Trisha tries to catch him in DDT but Banks spins out of it and instinctively grabs hold of Trisha’s chest area ... catching a handful of breasts and sending the crowd into uproarious laughter)
Chris Wylde: BOOB LOCK!
Art Campbell: TITBAR!
Sid Carmack: Hey, I went to one of those once –
Art and Chris: WILL YOU STOP?!
(Banks drops his arms realising what he just instinctively did, and Trisha goes bright red with rage, wrapping her hands tightly around his neck and scooping him up off the mat with a double-handed choke bomb!)
Art Campbell: Oh.... the Exodus on Antonio Banks! Well ... double-handed sitout chokeslam I guess – forgive me folks, we’re so used to calling that move ... Daz’s signature move ... and I just wonder if Trisha did that intentionally, or if it’s instinct!
Chris Wylde: I don’t know Art – she’s been scouting Daz ever since she moved into the men’s division!
Sid Carmack: She does it better than Daz anyway –
Art Campbell: SHE MOST CERTAINLY DOES NOT!
(With Banks down on the mat, Trisha starts climbing the turnbuckles with the fans booing her loudly. Trisha, unusually, gets onto the top rope and starts posing ... waving her arms at the audience mockingly ... and getting even louder boos in the process)
Chris Wylde: Oh don’t tell me...
(Trisha leaps off with a perfect frogsplash onto Antonio Banks, holding on for the pin)
Art Campbell: DAZ SPLASH!
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Sid Carmack: YES! YES! I TOLD YOU! I told you she’d do it!
Art Campbell: I cannot believe that this ... jezebel ... just used both of Daz’s signature moves to beat Antonio Banks here tonight!
Chris Wylde: Well, Trisha’s always tried to do this mind games stuff with her opponents before the big matches and it hasn’t always worked Art – sometimes it does and sometimes it doesn’t – and I’m confident that Daz won’t let himself be too distracted by this
Art Campbell: I tend to agree with you Chris, but Daz did look emotionally affected when he returned at Retribution –
Chris Wylde: He did, but I’ve been talking to him since then and I’m sure he’s got enough mental strength left to do the right thing and destroy this obnoxious cow at Independence!
Winner: Trisha Lee Moore via pinfall.
(The main camera feed cuts to a shot of Josiah Cena arriving outside the XL Center. The fans see him stepping out of a black car and walking towards the camera with a purpose, looking all banged up still after Retribution)
Art Campbell: Ladies and Gentlemen – Josiah Cena has arrived – and he’ll be coming out here to address his fans right after the break)
(Suddenly, out of nowhere, the cameraman appears to fall forwards, dropping his camera to the ground. All we can see is the bottom half of a man dressed completely in black step out in front of the shot from the half-broken camera laying on the concrete. The man unexpectedly flattens Josiah Cena with a metal bar of some sort, busting him open and letting him drop to the ground with a thud.)
Art Campbell: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!
(The fans look on in shock as Cena’s bleeding body is dragged up by this anonymous attacker and hoisted into the back of the car he arrived in. Cena is completely unconscious and unable to fight back as the man ties his hands up and tosses him into the car, which speeds off out of the parking lot)
Art Campbell: SHIT! SOMEONE JUST....
Chris Wylde: DON’T CALL THIS GUYS!
(Commissioner Wylde starts gesturing to the camera crew at ringside to take it to a break)
Chris Wylde: GO TO COMMERCIAL!
PWSX Presents: Road To Redemption
Live on PPV - July 18th, 2010!
(PWSR Lockup returns with a shot of a stunned Art and Sid sitting ringside looking frantically through the format sheet for the episode)
Art Campbell: Are we on?! I ... I don’t even know if we’re on air or not!
(The commentary team goes silent for a few seconds as the camera focuses in on the crowd)
Sid Carmack: What the hell do you want me to say? I’m not calling this –
Art Campbell: Well folks, we have been told by our commissioner out here before the break not to speculate or try and call the ... whatever the hell just happened back there ... you know, sometimes when you’re doing live television, things happen which you don’t expect and this one of those times ladies and gentlemen!
Sid Carmack: I ... I’m speechless! We’re being told now that we can’t show any replays of this or ... even talk about this on television until we know for sure what happened? I don’t remember any situation like this before Art –
Art Campbell: This is a new experience to me too Sid, I mean ... what are we supposed to say out here? How the hell can we call the action if we’re being legally advised not to mention the incident that occurred back there before the break?
Sid Carmack: I think we need to just roll forwards with the show Art, I’m sure we’ll hear more about what just happened after the show and hopefully we’ll have some answers next week – but coming up momentarily we’ve got our main event of the evening!
Main Event
El Incendio vs. Daz
(The two men step up to each other and seem to exchange a few words with each other. They start to circle one another and lock up. Neither give way so they break and try again…Once again nothing comes of it and they break staring at one another.)
Art Campbell: Seems to be a stale mate here, ladies and gentlemen.
(They go for a lockup again but this time Incendio quickly goes around and locks in a waist lock and takes Daz over to the mat and quickly moves into a sitting headlock. Daz quickly works up to his feet. He picks Incendio up for a back suplex but Incendio flips over him onto his feet. Daz turns and goes for a running clothesline with Incendio ducks under it. Daz turns around and is met by Incendio grabbing him by the back of the neck and delivers a jawbreaker.)
Art Campbell: Incendio quickly thinking on his feet there
Sid Carmack: That El Incendio is so quick. You never know how or when he’s gonna strike.
(Daz grabs at his chin as Incendio gets to his feet again. He grabs Daz’s arm and attempts to Irish whip him to the ropes Daz reverses and Incendio hits the ropes. Daz drops down and Incendio jumps over him. Incendio hits the other side and Daz leapfrogs over him. when Incendio comes back for the third time Daz is right there with a spinning heel kick sending Incendio crashing to the mat as Daz goes for a quick cover …)
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Art Campbell: Not even a two count for Daz, as he went for the quick pin fall there.
Sid Carmack: It’s gonna take more than that to keep Incendio down.
(Daz pulls Incendio up to his feet and whips him to the ropes. As Incendio comes off the ropes, Daz catches him with a big power slam. Daz goes for another pin attempt …)
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Kickout!
(Daz doesn’t waste any and locks in an armbar. He wrenches back on it and causes Incendio to scream out in pain. After a few seconds of fighting the pain, Incendio gets to his feet, trying to figure a way out but Daz just pulls it tighter. Incendio pulls Daz over to the ropes but Daz yanks him back. Incendio pulls back and crawls through the ropes but Daz follows through without breaking the hold. They both drop to the floor.)
Art Campbell: Daz refused to let go of that armbar. El Incendio had to find someway to get out of it and it looks like he found the only way to do so.
Sid Carmack: He was trying to break his arm! Daz should be DQ’d!
(Daz gets to his feet, as Incendio tries crawling away to gain his breath but Daz is right behind him. Daz gets Incendio up and brings him over to the commentators table. Daz slams Incendio‘s head off of the table and rolls him into the ring. Daz slides in behind him and locks in the armbar again. After a few seconds of having it locked in, Incendio finally gets to the ropes and Daz is forced to break the submission hold.)
Art Campbell: Very smart wrestling here by Daz, with targeting a certain spot and going to work on it.
Sid Carmack: He’s trying to injure El Incendio for no reason!
(Incendio gets to his feet and goes to the corner, holding onto his arm. Daz starts to approach him but Incendio gives him a drop toe hold, driving Daz’s head into the second turnbuckle. Incendio waste no time in locking in a sleeper hold pulling Daz away from the ropes before he locks it in completely.)
Art Campbell: And that quickness of El Incendio that you refered to earlier, Sid, is seen once again as Incendio locks that sleeper hold in.
Sid Carmack: Ha! It’s gonna be over! There’s no way he’s gonna get out of this.
(Daz struggles to find a way out but Incendio locks the sleeper in even tighter. As Daz’s struggle lessens with each passing second as the ref starts to check Daz’s arm lifts it and it drops)
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Art Campbell: This isn’t looking good for Daz, here.
(Ref lifts his arm up and it drops again)
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Sid Carmack: Just one more and Incendio has beaten the “all mighty” Daz!
(The ref lifts it up and just as it looks like it’s about to fall for the third time, Daz stops it in time.)
Sid Carmack: What?! No!
Art Campbell: Somehow, someway Daz kept his arm from falling for the third time!
(Incendio gets up and argues with the ref about the call, believing that his arm fell for the third time. Meanwhile Daz starts coming around, shaking the cobwebs loose and using the ropes as leverage to pull himself up to his feet.)
Art Campbell: Incendio better stop worrying about Kealen Foster and start worrying about Daz because Daz is starting to recover.
(Daz sneaks up behind Incendio and quickly schoolboys Incendio, catching him off guard …)
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Kickout!
(Daz goes to pull Incendio to his feet and out of nowhere Incendio gives him a kick to the midsection. Incendio lifts him up and plants him into the ring with a devastating brain buster. Incendio goes the pin …)
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Kickout!
Art Campbell: Wow, I thought Incendio might have had Daz, there. That was an incredible move.
Sid Carmack: Come on, Incendio! Finish him off!
(Incendio gets Daz to his feet and sends him into the corner. Daz bounces out on impact and Incendio connects with a standing drop kick. Incendio goes for another pin attempt …)
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Kickout!
(Incendio slams the mat in frustration and gets up into the ref’s face, disputing the count.)
Art Campbell: Incendio needs to keep his focus strictly on Daz.
(Incendio turns around as Daz is trying to make his way to his feet. Incendio lands some boots to the head of Daz before getting him to his feet. Incendio hooks the arms of Daz and drills him into the mat with a double underhoook piledriver. Incendio hooks the leg …)
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Art Campbell: I thought it was over! Daz landed hard, on his head.
Sid Carmack: I’m sure that’s not the first time he’s been dropped on his head.
Art Campbell: Would you stop!
(Incendio starts to stalk Daz, as Daz begins to get to his feet. Incendio runs into the ropes and as he comes off them, he jumps up, looking like he’s going for a hurrincanrana but Daz blocks it and turns it into “The Exodus.” Daz makes the pin …)
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Art Campbell: And Daz gets the win!
Sid Carmack: What?! How!?!
Art Campbell: Daz hit that “Exodus” out of nowhere and that’s all she wrote for El Incendio.
Sid Carmack: This is horrible, Art. Incendio should have had this match won if it wasn’t for those slow counts by the ref.
Art Campbell: Oh please. It wasn’t easy but Daz wins his return match to the PWSR. A great, back and forth contest, at that.
Winner: Daz via pinfall.
(After the main event concludes, The Rev wheels himself back out onto the staging area in his wheelchair, looking completely miserable and pissed off after the events of earlier tonight. Rev lifts his mic up and starts talking in a very deflated, dejected and sad tone of voice)
The Rev: Well I guess this is it ladies and gentlemen. I guess Alamar Aguston has finally won the war. Look at me ... I can't compete at Independence. LOOK AT ME! I'm seriously hurt here and I have no way to even defend myself against Alamar Aguston and yet this company has me backed into a corner and now there's no hope anymore. There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to turn. I guess ... this is the end of the line.
(Rev looks to be almost crying as he just breaks down, looking down at the stage and then at the world championship, howling out in pain just leaning slightly downwards)
The Rev: I never thought it would end this way, I honestly never dreamed that I'd become a broken down, incapacitated man - a shell of a person - totally unable to defend myself or even fight or wrestle or ... hell I can't even stand on my own feet anymore ... I'm confined to a fucking wheelchair! So Alamar, I guess this belt is gonna be yours now after all, I guess you're the next in line -
Art Campbell: WHAT?!
The Rev: I mean, you heard what Chris Wylde said at the top of the show tonight, if I can't defend the world championship ...
(Rev appears to start crying, unable to finish his sentance, and gestures for Alamar Aguston to come out and take the world championship belt)
Art Campbell: I CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT I'M SEEING ... It looks like The Rev is serious about this! He ... well ... are we gonna have a new world champion? I think he just told Alamar to come and take posseesion of the PWSR world championship!
Sid Carmack: Man, this is a sad, sad day for the PWSR - I guess The Rev era has come to an end!
(Alamar Aguston comes out onto the stage smiling from ear to ear at finally getting his hands on the world championship. He walks up to The Rev and graciously takes the belt off his wheelchair, holding it up for the whole world to see)
Art Campbell: MY GOD ... THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING!
(Suddenly out of nowhere, Rev leaps up out of his wheelchair and bashes Alamar hard across the back of the head with the cast on his arm, knocking him down to the floor amongst a deafening chorus of boos and fans throwing garbage over the barricade onto the stage)
Art Campbell: HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE HELL!? WHAT THE HELL IS THE REV DOING?! HE'S NOT HURT! IT WAS A TRAP! THIS WAS A DAMN TRAP!
Sid Carmack: THIS IS BRILLIANT ... ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT!
(Rev starts kicking away at Alamar Aguston's head trying to almost beat him to death on the stage, getting down alongside him and screaming in his ear whilst viciously hammering him in the face with a metal pole off his wheelchair)
The Rev: YOU STUPID FUCK!
Art Campbell: Oh this is heinous - that man just tricked all of us ladies and gentlemen! That ... bastard!
(The Rev seems to become completely psychotic as he kneels alongside a bloodied and beaten Alamar, holding the microphone and screaming into it with his face screwed up in indescribable rage and intense anger)
The Rev: Alamar - you are one dumb motherfucker! I wasn't hurt ... I was never hurt! I laid a trap and you walked right into it you daft bastard - you just couldn't resist the chance to get your hands on MY title could you? COULD YOU?! You'd really accept this championship that way? That makes you pathetic! You know you can never win this ... YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T BEAT ME!
(Rev clutches hold of the PWSR World Championship in his hands and kisses the belt)
The Rev: Believe me Alamar - I'm fine! At Independence ... there's not going to be anything left! After all the blood, all the sweat, all the tears ... the beatings I've given you, the beatings you've given me ... all the boasting and the showboating ... all the insults and all the bullshit ... there's only one thing we can do!
(Rev puts his wrist up to his ear and listens to his watch ticking for a second or two)
The Rev: One man ... One champion ... ONE HOUR!
Art Campbell: WHAT?!
The Rev: At Independence - you and me - one on one ... in an IRONMAN MATCH! Your body will be crippled for good, your mind is gonna be destroyed!
Sid Carmack: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! These guys are gonna go 60 minutes at Independence!
(Rev starts smearing the blood of the fallen Alamar Aguston everywhere as he lays defenseless on the ramp. The psychotic champion grips Alamar's face and screams right at him)
The Rev: I PROMISE YOU AGUSTON ... YOUR BLOOD WILL STAIN PHILEDELPHIA!
(Rev stands up over the fallen number one contender and raises his arms up triumphantly as PWSR Lockup fades to black)
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Art Campbell: Are we on?! I ... I don’t even know if we’re on air or not!
(The commentary team goes silent for a few seconds as the camera focuses in on the crowd)
Sid Carmack: What the hell do you want me to say? I’m not calling this –
Art Campbell: Well folks, we have been told by our commissioner out here before the break not to speculate or try and call the ... whatever the hell just happened back there ... you know, sometimes when you’re doing live television, things happen which you don’t expect and this one of those times ladies and gentlemen!
Sid Carmack: I ... I’m speechless! We’re being told now that we can’t show any replays of this or ... even talk about this on television until we know for sure what happened? I don’t remember any situation like this before Art –
Art Campbell: This is a new experience to me too Sid, I mean ... what are we supposed to say out here? How the hell can we call the action if we’re being legally advised not to mention the incident that occurred back there before the break?
Sid Carmack: I think we need to just roll forwards with the show Art, I’m sure we’ll hear more about what just happened after the show and hopefully we’ll have some answers next week – but coming up momentarily we’ve got our main event of the evening!
Main Event
El Incendio vs. Daz
(The two men step up to each other and seem to exchange a few words with each other. They start to circle one another and lock up. Neither give way so they break and try again…Once again nothing comes of it and they break staring at one another.)
Art Campbell: Seems to be a stale mate here, ladies and gentlemen.
(They go for a lockup again but this time Incendio quickly goes around and locks in a waist lock and takes Daz over to the mat and quickly moves into a sitting headlock. Daz quickly works up to his feet. He picks Incendio up for a back suplex but Incendio flips over him onto his feet. Daz turns and goes for a running clothesline with Incendio ducks under it. Daz turns around and is met by Incendio grabbing him by the back of the neck and delivers a jawbreaker.)
Art Campbell: Incendio quickly thinking on his feet there
Sid Carmack: That El Incendio is so quick. You never know how or when he’s gonna strike.
(Daz grabs at his chin as Incendio gets to his feet again. He grabs Daz’s arm and attempts to Irish whip him to the ropes Daz reverses and Incendio hits the ropes. Daz drops down and Incendio jumps over him. Incendio hits the other side and Daz leapfrogs over him. when Incendio comes back for the third time Daz is right there with a spinning heel kick sending Incendio crashing to the mat as Daz goes for a quick cover …)
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Art Campbell: Not even a two count for Daz, as he went for the quick pin fall there.
Sid Carmack: It’s gonna take more than that to keep Incendio down.
(Daz pulls Incendio up to his feet and whips him to the ropes. As Incendio comes off the ropes, Daz catches him with a big power slam. Daz goes for another pin attempt …)
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Kickout!
(Daz doesn’t waste any and locks in an armbar. He wrenches back on it and causes Incendio to scream out in pain. After a few seconds of fighting the pain, Incendio gets to his feet, trying to figure a way out but Daz just pulls it tighter. Incendio pulls Daz over to the ropes but Daz yanks him back. Incendio pulls back and crawls through the ropes but Daz follows through without breaking the hold. They both drop to the floor.)
Art Campbell: Daz refused to let go of that armbar. El Incendio had to find someway to get out of it and it looks like he found the only way to do so.
Sid Carmack: He was trying to break his arm! Daz should be DQ’d!
(Daz gets to his feet, as Incendio tries crawling away to gain his breath but Daz is right behind him. Daz gets Incendio up and brings him over to the commentators table. Daz slams Incendio‘s head off of the table and rolls him into the ring. Daz slides in behind him and locks in the armbar again. After a few seconds of having it locked in, Incendio finally gets to the ropes and Daz is forced to break the submission hold.)
Art Campbell: Very smart wrestling here by Daz, with targeting a certain spot and going to work on it.
Sid Carmack: He’s trying to injure El Incendio for no reason!
(Incendio gets to his feet and goes to the corner, holding onto his arm. Daz starts to approach him but Incendio gives him a drop toe hold, driving Daz’s head into the second turnbuckle. Incendio waste no time in locking in a sleeper hold pulling Daz away from the ropes before he locks it in completely.)
Art Campbell: And that quickness of El Incendio that you refered to earlier, Sid, is seen once again as Incendio locks that sleeper hold in.
Sid Carmack: Ha! It’s gonna be over! There’s no way he’s gonna get out of this.
(Daz struggles to find a way out but Incendio locks the sleeper in even tighter. As Daz’s struggle lessens with each passing second as the ref starts to check Daz’s arm lifts it and it drops)
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Art Campbell: This isn’t looking good for Daz, here.
(Ref lifts his arm up and it drops again)
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Sid Carmack: Just one more and Incendio has beaten the “all mighty” Daz!
(The ref lifts it up and just as it looks like it’s about to fall for the third time, Daz stops it in time.)
Sid Carmack: What?! No!
Art Campbell: Somehow, someway Daz kept his arm from falling for the third time!
(Incendio gets up and argues with the ref about the call, believing that his arm fell for the third time. Meanwhile Daz starts coming around, shaking the cobwebs loose and using the ropes as leverage to pull himself up to his feet.)
Art Campbell: Incendio better stop worrying about Kealen Foster and start worrying about Daz because Daz is starting to recover.
(Daz sneaks up behind Incendio and quickly schoolboys Incendio, catching him off guard …)
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Kickout!
(Daz goes to pull Incendio to his feet and out of nowhere Incendio gives him a kick to the midsection. Incendio lifts him up and plants him into the ring with a devastating brain buster. Incendio goes the pin …)
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Kickout!
Art Campbell: Wow, I thought Incendio might have had Daz, there. That was an incredible move.
Sid Carmack: Come on, Incendio! Finish him off!
(Incendio gets Daz to his feet and sends him into the corner. Daz bounces out on impact and Incendio connects with a standing drop kick. Incendio goes for another pin attempt …)
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Kickout!
(Incendio slams the mat in frustration and gets up into the ref’s face, disputing the count.)
Art Campbell: Incendio needs to keep his focus strictly on Daz.
(Incendio turns around as Daz is trying to make his way to his feet. Incendio lands some boots to the head of Daz before getting him to his feet. Incendio hooks the arms of Daz and drills him into the mat with a double underhoook piledriver. Incendio hooks the leg …)
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Art Campbell: I thought it was over! Daz landed hard, on his head.
Sid Carmack: I’m sure that’s not the first time he’s been dropped on his head.
Art Campbell: Would you stop!
(Incendio starts to stalk Daz, as Daz begins to get to his feet. Incendio runs into the ropes and as he comes off them, he jumps up, looking like he’s going for a hurrincanrana but Daz blocks it and turns it into “The Exodus.” Daz makes the pin …)
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Art Campbell: And Daz gets the win!
Sid Carmack: What?! How!?!
Art Campbell: Daz hit that “Exodus” out of nowhere and that’s all she wrote for El Incendio.
Sid Carmack: This is horrible, Art. Incendio should have had this match won if it wasn’t for those slow counts by the ref.
Art Campbell: Oh please. It wasn’t easy but Daz wins his return match to the PWSR. A great, back and forth contest, at that.
Winner: Daz via pinfall.
(After the main event concludes, The Rev wheels himself back out onto the staging area in his wheelchair, looking completely miserable and pissed off after the events of earlier tonight. Rev lifts his mic up and starts talking in a very deflated, dejected and sad tone of voice)
The Rev: Well I guess this is it ladies and gentlemen. I guess Alamar Aguston has finally won the war. Look at me ... I can't compete at Independence. LOOK AT ME! I'm seriously hurt here and I have no way to even defend myself against Alamar Aguston and yet this company has me backed into a corner and now there's no hope anymore. There's nowhere to run, there's nowhere to turn. I guess ... this is the end of the line.
(Rev looks to be almost crying as he just breaks down, looking down at the stage and then at the world championship, howling out in pain just leaning slightly downwards)
The Rev: I never thought it would end this way, I honestly never dreamed that I'd become a broken down, incapacitated man - a shell of a person - totally unable to defend myself or even fight or wrestle or ... hell I can't even stand on my own feet anymore ... I'm confined to a fucking wheelchair! So Alamar, I guess this belt is gonna be yours now after all, I guess you're the next in line -
Art Campbell: WHAT?!
The Rev: I mean, you heard what Chris Wylde said at the top of the show tonight, if I can't defend the world championship ...
(Rev appears to start crying, unable to finish his sentance, and gestures for Alamar Aguston to come out and take the world championship belt)
Art Campbell: I CANNOT BELIEVE WHAT I'M SEEING ... It looks like The Rev is serious about this! He ... well ... are we gonna have a new world champion? I think he just told Alamar to come and take posseesion of the PWSR world championship!
Sid Carmack: Man, this is a sad, sad day for the PWSR - I guess The Rev era has come to an end!
(Alamar Aguston comes out onto the stage smiling from ear to ear at finally getting his hands on the world championship. He walks up to The Rev and graciously takes the belt off his wheelchair, holding it up for the whole world to see)
Art Campbell: MY GOD ... THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING!
(Suddenly out of nowhere, Rev leaps up out of his wheelchair and bashes Alamar hard across the back of the head with the cast on his arm, knocking him down to the floor amongst a deafening chorus of boos and fans throwing garbage over the barricade onto the stage)
Art Campbell: HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE HELL!? WHAT THE HELL IS THE REV DOING?! HE'S NOT HURT! IT WAS A TRAP! THIS WAS A DAMN TRAP!
Sid Carmack: THIS IS BRILLIANT ... ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT!
(Rev starts kicking away at Alamar Aguston's head trying to almost beat him to death on the stage, getting down alongside him and screaming in his ear whilst viciously hammering him in the face with a metal pole off his wheelchair)
The Rev: YOU STUPID FUCK!
Art Campbell: Oh this is heinous - that man just tricked all of us ladies and gentlemen! That ... bastard!
(The Rev seems to become completely psychotic as he kneels alongside a bloodied and beaten Alamar, holding the microphone and screaming into it with his face screwed up in indescribable rage and intense anger)
The Rev: Alamar - you are one dumb motherfucker! I wasn't hurt ... I was never hurt! I laid a trap and you walked right into it you daft bastard - you just couldn't resist the chance to get your hands on MY title could you? COULD YOU?! You'd really accept this championship that way? That makes you pathetic! You know you can never win this ... YOU KNOW YOU CAN'T BEAT ME!
(Rev clutches hold of the PWSR World Championship in his hands and kisses the belt)
The Rev: Believe me Alamar - I'm fine! At Independence ... there's not going to be anything left! After all the blood, all the sweat, all the tears ... the beatings I've given you, the beatings you've given me ... all the boasting and the showboating ... all the insults and all the bullshit ... there's only one thing we can do!
(Rev puts his wrist up to his ear and listens to his watch ticking for a second or two)
The Rev: One man ... One champion ... ONE HOUR!
Art Campbell: WHAT?!
The Rev: At Independence - you and me - one on one ... in an IRONMAN MATCH! Your body will be crippled for good, your mind is gonna be destroyed!
Sid Carmack: OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! These guys are gonna go 60 minutes at Independence!
(Rev starts smearing the blood of the fallen Alamar Aguston everywhere as he lays defenseless on the ramp. The psychotic champion grips Alamar's face and screams right at him)
The Rev: I PROMISE YOU AGUSTON ... YOUR BLOOD WILL STAIN PHILEDELPHIA!
(Rev stands up over the fallen number one contender and raises his arms up triumphantly as PWSR Lockup fades to black)
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