(The bell rings, and Kurt Kaoss starts off with Vinnie. The two square off and lock up, and they stumble back and forth a little bit. Kurt begins to gain control but Vinnie quickly stops and drills Kurt in the jaw with a stiff forearm shot. Kurt stumbles, and Vinnie starts to go to work, throwing multiple right hands across the skulls of Kurt, backing him up into the corner. Vinnie begins to throw in some vicious right hand chops, blistering the chest of Kurt. Vinnie then pulls Kurt out of the corner, and pushes him back in, following it up with a stiff knee to the gut. Vinnie raises his hand and Big Boss goes to tag in, but Vinnie screams “DON’T TOUCH ME!” and Terrell tags in.)

AC: Well this isn’t good, a little dissention between the two teams already.

SC: No no, they’re just getting Kurt warmed up so NR can come in and crush them!

AC: Of course they are.

(Terrell comes in, and quickly begins to throw stiff kicks into the gut of Kurt. He shoves Terrell off, but then like a pit bull Terrell charges back and begins to throw right hands into the forehead of Kurt. Terrell keeps the attack on before Kurt shoves him off again. Kurt comes out and begins to throw rights of his own, backing Terrell up a little. Terrell however is able to hit a thumb to the eye, sending Kurt stumbling back a little. Terrell smirks and taunts, and charges Kaoss. However Kurt sidesteps and tosses Terrell over the top rope, and tagging in JJ.)

AC: And here comes JJ! I think the pace is about to quicken here…

(JJ goes to the top rope, and waits for Terrell to get up on the outside. When he does, JJ leaps off with a diving cross body. The fans explode as JJ leaps to his feet and Terrell rolls in pain. JJ quickly slides back in, and quickly tags in Gale.)

AC: Well here comes Gale!

SC: That was quick!

(Gale quickly gets in and begins to stalk Terrell who’s still on the outside. Terrell stumbles to his feet and slowly turns around, and Gale charges, leaping through the second and top rope and taking Terrell out with a suicide dive!)

AC: WOW! What are these two doing? They’re risking a LOT for early on here.

SC: Idiots…

(Gale gets to his feet, and slowly rolls back in, tagging in Laura. She steps into the ring, but then quickly exits to the apron closest to Terrell, but as far away from him as possible. When Terrell once again finally gets up, and turns around, Laura runs the apron and leaps off, taking him down with a cross body, the fans cheering so loudly!)

SC: Come on, the ref needs to stop this!

AC: Why? They’re not doing anything illegal!

(Laura rolls in, and the crowd begins to buzz as she slowly tags in Kurt. Kurt steps into the ring with a HUGE smile on his face, looking down at the now lifeless Terrell.)

SC: Don’t tell me… he’ll break the arena!

(Kurt then smirks and yells “NAH! Get your ass up there!” He points to Laura, then to the top rope, and rolls out of the ring. He begins to pick up Terrell on the outside and Phoenix getting her balance on the top rope, facing away from Terrell.)

SC: What the hell is she doing? She’s not even looking at Terrell!

(Laura pauses as the crowd buzzes, and she flips back, and Kurt moves out of the way, leaving a defenseless Terrell to be crushed by Laura, hitting a moonsault! The fans EXPLODE and begin to chant “Holy Shit! Holy Shit!” Laura rolls on the ground and Kurt tosses Terrell back into the ring, checking on Laura.)

AC: That was… an INCREDIBLE move by Laura Phoenix!!!

SC: Incredibly STUPID! She’s motionless!

AC: Yeah well I think Terrell is OUT.

(Laura, holding her ribs, flags for Kurt to get back into the ring. Kurt does so, rolling in and quickly going for the pin.)

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Big Boss breaks it up.

(Kurt gets to his feet as the ref sends Big Boss out. Kurt slowly begins to get Terrell up, and drills him with a few stiff knees into the gut before tossing him into the ropes. When he comes off, Kurt flattens Terrell with a spinning sidewalk slam! Kurt goes for the pin yet again.)

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Rampage breaks it up this time.

(Kurt seemingly frustrated gets up and tags back in JJ.)

AC: And back in comes JJ!

(JJ hops in over the top rope, and begins to pick Terrell up. However out of nowhere Vinnie charges into the ring with no tag, drilling JJ in the back of the head with a forearm to the back of the head. The fans boo as JJ stumbles down to the ground. Gale charges the ring, driving Vinnie out. However the distracting gives Terrell the small opportunity to roll over and tag in Rampage.)

SC: YES! Here comes Rampage! It’s about to go down now!

AC: There wouldn’t have been a tag if that damn Vinnie didn’t get involved!

(Rampage climbs into the ring, and quickly goes on the attack, stomping at the prone JJ. He picks him up and tosses him into the ropes, and drilling him with a knee to the gut the sends JJ up and over and down to the ground. Rampage then hit’s the ropes, dropping a stiff forearm down across the jaw of JJ. JJ holds his jaw, struggling to get up. When he finally does Rampage grabs him and sets him up, taking him up in a pump handle slam, but letting JJ fall across his shoulder, and running and squashing him with a running power slam. Instead of pinning, he gets up and tags in Big Boss.)

SC: I love this! NR is going to crush these two hicks.

AC: Why didn’t he go for the pin!? He had him there.

SC: like I just said, he wants to inflict more punishment!

(Big Boss begins to get JJ up, and tosses him into the corner. He then backs up, and charges, squashing JJ in the corner. Boss smirks as JJ stumbles down to his knees in front of the massive man. Boss then grabs JJ by the throat and lifts him up, tossing him half way across the ring. Boss then strides over and tags in Vinnie.)

SC: Here comes Vinnie, this isn’t good for- WAIT!

(Boss tossed JJ so far that he was actually close enough to his corner to make a tag to Gale! Gale and Vinnie both charge, but Gale goes for a leapfrog. However in mid air he switches it into a sunset flip in mid air, and goes for the pin!)

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SC: WHAT!?!?! NO WAY!

AC: OH MY GOD! HE GOT THE PIN!

SC: No… this can’t be happening!

Skylar: The winners of this match, Damage Inc, and C.G.I.!!!

(Suddenly NR runs across the ring, knocking both Laura and Kurt off the apron and to the floor below. They roll out, and NR and Damage Inc. fight on the outside, as The Bronx Bad Boys come in and begin to beat on C.G.I.)

AC: ALL HELL IS BREAKING LOSE!

(Suddenly, The Dope Boyz jump the barricade and roll in, assaulting The Bronx Bad Boys from behind. The three teams brawl in the ring as NR and Damage Inc brawl to the back.)

Winners: Damage Inc & CGI via pinfall.

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[The camera cuts to ringside where Art and Sid are talking]

Art Campbell: Ladies and gentlemen as you may have heard earlier in this telecast, Trisha Lee Moore took advantage of a drunken Dave Diamond yesterday afternoon and purchased the talent contract of Candy from Pro Wrestling Smarks for the nominal value of one dollar. Now we were scheduled to have crisis talks this evening presided over by Chris Wylde, one of the executive producers of this series, but he walked off the show earlier tonight -

Sid Carmack: I'm still in shock about that whole situation Art!

Art Campbell: As am I quite frankly, although I don't blame him after what happened out here at the top of the show. Oh, we're being told now folks what we're going backstage to the crisis talks ... I don't know what's happening anymore!

Sid Carmack: I hate it when Crysis talks Art, he's so boring -

Art Campbell: WILL YOU STOP?!

[The scene quickly switches to a shot of a boardroom inside the arena where Trisha Lee Moore's publicist Nick is sitting at a large mahogany table with Daz sitting opposite him with a large stack of paperwork. Chairman Dave Diamond walks into the room wearing a black suit as always, and seeming to be suffering a terrible hangover, as he sits down at the end of the table with his executive folder]

Dave Diamond: Gentlemen, it appears that in a moment of inhebriated celebration, I've made a terrible mistake. Yesterday as you both know by now, I inadvertantly sold a talent contract to an employee of this company, a transaction this organisation is not technically allowed to make. Now, I want to resolve this matter as quickly as I can, but I understand both sides have demands -

Daz: You didn't just sell any contract Dave ... you sold Candy's contract!

Dave Diamond: Yes Daz, I'm aware of this - I just wish I had been at the time.

Daz: Look, all I want is for the sale of the contract to be cancelled -

Nick: With all due respect Daz, the transaction has been completed and there's no buyback clause in the deal. My client Trisha does not legally have to sell that contract back to the PWS, and the deal is not reversible

[Daz's head sinks and he looks down at the ground in immense frustration]

Daz: There must be some way around this, look, I'll give her whatever she wants ... $50k, $100k, whatever! Chris will support me in buying it back, all I need is a price -

Nick: Trisha Lee Moore earns over $70k a month Daz, she doesn't need any financial payoff from you. But after discussing all the options with Ms Moore prior to this meeting, she is willing to relinquish control over the contract on one condition.

Dave Diamond: And that condition is ...

Nick: She wants a guaranteed shot at the world heavyweight championship!

Daz: FINE!

Dave Diamond: No Daz, I can't do that. Alamar is the number one contender.

Nick: Well then I'm afraid Candy will remain property of Ms Moore for the forseeable future

Daz: Please Dave! DO SOMETHING!

[Dave thinks for a minute and then remembers one of the ideas he and Wylde came up with when they discussed it earlier in the day]

Dave Diamond: Look, here's what we're going to do. At Independence, Daz is wrestling Trisha Lee Moore as we  know - but we're going to add some major stipulations to that match. It's gonna be a DEAL OR NO DEAL MATCH!

[Daz and Nick both look at each other confused]

Dave Diamond: At ringside will be two briefcases, before the match both Daz and Trisha will pick which one they wish to win. Then once the match is over, the winner will get their choice of box - but there's a twist. If that person chooses, they can swap boxes -

Daz: So it's just based on luck? We don't know what's in the boxes?

Dave Diamond: All you know is that in one box is Candy's contract ... and in the other is a shot at the world heavyweight title!

[The fans in the building let out a huge cheer for the blockbuster announcement]

Nick: That sounds like a fair deal

Daz: I'll go with that - I will beat Trisha at Independence and when I do, Candy will be coming back to me!

[Both men shake hands and then sign the paperwork as the camera cuts away]

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(We cut backstage where Alpha is warming up for his match coming up. He begins to exit his locker room when he runs into the detectives running the investigation on the where abouts of Josiah Cena.)

Detective #1: Hello Alpha Dog. If you don't mind, we would like to ask you something questions.

The Alpha Dog: Well I do mind. I have a match coming up I need to get out to.

Detective #2: This will only take a few seconds if you will cooperate with us.

The Alpha Dog: I have nothing to do with Josiah Cena going missing. End of story. Ya happy?

Detective #1: No we're not. We have reason to believe that you do, indeed, have something to do with it.

Detective #2: I mean, it was YOU who just came off of having a bitter war with Josiah Cena over that belt that you now carry, wasn't it?

The Alpha Dog: Yes, but-

Detective #1: So, seeing that Cena was quite the thorn in your side, at one point taking that title from you, it would make perfect sense for you to try to ... Rid of him so that he can no longer be that thorn.

The Alpha Dog: Alright, lets get things straight now. If I took out Josiah Cena, I wouldn't hide it. Alright? I would be running around this building screaming it from the top of my lungs that I finally got rid of that annoying little piss ant, Cena. I wouldn't hide it and I wouldn't deny it. I would be proud of it. Trust me, there were times where I wanted to perminantly take him out. But unfortunately, someone got around to it before me. So again ... I ... Didn't ... Do it. Nor do I have any association with whoever did do it. So are we good?

Detective #1: Well I'm not sure if we completely trust you but-

The Alpha Dog: I don't care if you trust me or not. But it's the truth. Whether you chose to believe me or not is you choice. Now if you excuse me, I have a match.

(Alpha brushes between the two of them and starts to make his way towards the ring. The two detectives look at each other.)

Detective #2: You know ... I think I believe him.

Detective #1: Yeah, I don't think it was Alpha Dog. Like he said, he would be proud of doing it and wouldn't hide it. We still have more work to do.

(We cut to commercial as the detectives make their way away from Alpha's locker room.)

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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 - Triangle Ladder Match for the Tag Team Titles
Marcus Cage vs. Antonio Banks vs. Tony Angel - IC Title #1 Cont. Match
The Alpha Dog vs. Drake DeMarco - No Limits Title
Necessary Roughness vs. Damage Inc. - Tornado Tag Team/No Holds Bared Match

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(Both men circle the ring and lock up in the center. Both men shoving back and forth trying to gain and advantage before the break up. Both men again lock up and try to gain an advantage but neither man can do so and break the hold again. Just as the men go to lock up again Alpha Dog hit’s Steve with a knee to the gut and Steve is shown holding his gut. Alpha Dog then grabs the arm of Steve and locks in an Arm Bar.)

SC: Beautiful arm bar by Alpha here! Already taking over the match.

AC: it’s very early Sid, I’d save some butt kissing for later too.

(Alpha Dog begins to lay shots in on the arm working it over and trying to soften it up but the crowd starts to get behind Steve and as Alpha Dog goes to hit him it pumps Steve up. Alpha Dog fells that he is in trouble and pokes Steve in the eye with a finger and puts on a headlock on McCain.)

AC: Oh come on!

SC: What?

AC: A BLATANT thumb to the eyes!

SC: Oh… that. So what, that’s part of the game Art!

(Steve is down on one knee but starts to fight back to a vertical base. Once on his feet he starts to land elbows to the gut of Alpha Dog and backs him up to the ropes. Steve shoots Alpha Dog off and as Alpha Dog comes back they meet in the middle of the ring and Steve catches Alpha Dog with a hiptoss and sends him crashing to the mat. Alpha Dog get’s up right away and charges at Steve and again Steve catches him this time with a body slam. Alpha Dog get’s up again right away and charges at Steve but just as Steve is going for the Discus Punch Alpha Dog puts the brakes on and slides out of the ring to break up the momentum of the match and give himself a breather.)

SC: Once again a sign of a true vet.

AC: Why’s he running from him? I thought he was some big tough guy!?

SC: HE’S SMART! That’s why.

(Steve doesn't hesitate before sliding out of the ring himself and goes right after Alpha, nailing him with a clothesline on the outside. Steve stands over Alpha for a second as Alpha looks dazed. Steve gets Alpha up and flings him into the steps so hard that he slams the top section off the bottom one and dents it. Steve goes over to Alpha and drives Alpha's head into the steel several times. Alpha is too dazed to stop anything. Steve gets Alpha up and after spinning Alpha around, Steve drops Alpha in a German suplex. Alpha hits hard and lays there breathing as Steve gets up.)

SC: I’m shocked right now! McCain is really taking it to the Alpha Dog!

AC: Well Steve is an incredible competitor!

SC: I never said he wasn’t, but come on, he’s no Alpha Dog!

(Steve scoops Alpha up and rolls him slowly into the ring, rolling in after him. Steve rolls on top of Alpha, raining down rights and lefts to the top of his head. Alpha quickly pushes him off, and wisely rolls to the corner. However Steve comes after him immediately, drilling Alpha over and over with multiple stomps in the corner. Steve then begins to drag Alpha up, but in desperation he quickly explodes out of the corner with a knee to the gut. Steve stumbles back and Alpha stumbles out a little still groggy. Steve then regains his bearings and charges, but Alpha quickly catches him, spins him around, and tosses him over his head half way across the ring with a vicious belly to bell suplex! Steve rolls into the corner, and Alpha stays down for a moment to catch his breath.)

SC: And THERE it is. Alpha finally taking control here.

AC: That was a vicious suplex by the Alpha Dog! I hate to admit it, but I think Alpha’s coming back here.

(Alpha begins to get to his feet, but so does McCain. McCain turns, right into a fireman’s carry. Steve rolls up to a seated position, and Alpha gets to his feet. Alpha then drives a knee into the spine of McCain, and grabs him under the chin, pulling back and wrenching both the neck and the spine. Steve starts to attempt to fight back, but Alpha quickly begins to pound his chest over and over again, letting go of the hold and dragging McCain up. He then pushes him into the turnbuckle and charges for a clothesline. However McCain gets a boot up right into the jaw of Alpha sending him stumbling back.)

AC: Oh I thought alpha was going to dominate and then, wait-

(McCain rolls out of the corner and rolls Alpha up, going for the pin.)

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Kickout!

SC: Oh thank God Alpha kicked out…

AC: I though McCain had it there!

(McCain gets up, but Alpha gets up first. He grabs McCain by the throat, and drills a knee into the gut of McCain. He then grabs him and takes him up and over with a vertical suplex. Alpha then floats over and goes for a quick pin.)

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(McCain kicks out, and Alpha seems to get frustrated. He begins to get Steve up, but Steve hits him with a rake to the eyes. He then hit’s the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but Alpha ducks and McCain runs by. The second Alpha ducks he hit’s the opposite ropes as McCain, and when they both meet up, Alpha DRILLS McCain with The Pounce!)

SC: POUNCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

AC: HE JUST BROKE McCAIN IN HALF!

(Alpha pulls McCain to the center of the ring, and pins!)

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AC: Wow, what a brutal match!

SC: However, you knew Alpha would win! He’s a former World Champion!

AC: Well McCain put up quite a fight here tonight! I gotta give him credit.

Winner: The Alpha Dog via pinfall.

(Just then, Drake DeMarco rushes down to the ring and takes Alpha out from behind.)

Art Campbell: Now what the hell is he doing out here!? He has no business being here now!

(He begins to stomp him down and work Alpha Dog over. Slowly but surely, though, Alpha Dog begins to make his way to his feet. Drake sees this and rushes out of the ring. Alpha jumps out of the ring and begins to chase DeMarco around. Drake starts yelling out "Get him away! I have a match coming up next! Get him away!")

Art Campbell: Look at Drake run!

(Alpha continues to chase him around when security makes their way down. The get in front of Alpha and then begin to drag him away from the ring. Drake rolls back into the ring, catching his breath. Alpha struggles to break free from them but can't. Drake smirks and waves at Alpha, mouthing the words "bye bye" at him. Alpha continues to struggle as we cut backstage before the next match.)

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(The cameras find The Dope Boyz, walking around the backstage area. They walk out of a set of doors leading to the parking garage. As they make their way to their vehicle, they stop and get a shocked look on their face. The camera spins around to show the remains of a black vehicle. The lights have been smashed, and the sides of the car have been keyed and scraped. The tires slashed, and the body of the car full of dents, dings, and scratches. The windshield was left with only a large crack, but the letters, BBB spray painted in white letters.)

LaMarcus: Those guys want to play, we can play.

Trice: It wasn’t just the Bronx Bad Boys, look at the ground.

(He pointed to the ground, where a pile of beer cans and bottles littered the space surrounding the car.)

LaMarcus: Each claimed the other was trying to place blame on them. Well it looks like we got the proof that they were in it together. I think this calls for a definite response.

Trice: Hell yeah. These fools are going to learn, starting tonight, that you don’t fuck wit us.

LaMarcus: Now THAT’S The Truth. And it’s going to hurt.

(They walk off angry, as the cameras cut away.)

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Art Campbell: Coming up momentarily folks ... Drake DeMarco better get his mind off of The Alpha Dog and start focusing on this huge tag team match, as he aligns himself reluctantly with the number one contender Alamar Aguston to do battle against Marcus Cage and Marcus Redd!

[“Overrated” by Three Days Grace starts playing on the speakers before the four men in the ring can start the match, and Dave Diamond and Brock Magnus walk out onto the stage, leading The Rev out surrounded by security]

Sid Carmack: Wait, what’s this now?

Art Campbell: Well if you shut up for a moment Sid –

Dave Diamond: As I promised ladies and gentlemen ... I’m not gonna allow any physical contact between The Rev and Alamar Aguston between now and July 25th at Independence. Therefore, during this match, the world champion will be handcuffed to the entranceway!

The Rev: FINE! I WASN’T GOING TO INTERFERE ANYWAY YOU BUFFOON!

[Rev reluctantly allows himself to be locked to the ramp and the bell rings to start the match with Drake kicking us off against Marcus Cage. Cage and Drake lock up middle of the ring, Cage switches behind into a hammerlock and Drake spins the other way back out of it. The two lock back up again and this time Drake gets the upper hand, going over into a shoulder bar and trying to apply a full-nelson from behind, which Cage ducks out of, catches Drake’s leg and rolls through into a leg-trap cradle]

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KICKOUT!

Art Campbell: Nice little sequence of wrestling there to start this blockbuster tag team match ... some of the best wrestlers in the world today are in this contest folks!

Sid Carmack ... and Marcus Redd.

Art Campbell: WILL YOU STOP?!

[Drake jumps up and runs to the opposite corner, flattening Marcus Redd with a right hand and getting major boos from the crowd for it. Redd starts fighting back though and blasts Drake in the mouth with a punch which reels him backwards, right into a stiff kick across the face from Cage. Marcus jumps to the corner and tags in Redd]

Art Campbell: First tag ... Redd is in now, and Drake DeMarco is down! You gotta feel all these guys are desperate to end this one quickly here when they all have enormous matches at Independence!

[Redd comes into the ring and starts kicking Drake whilst he’s down, causing him to scramble away to the ropes to pull himself up. Drake spins around and tries to hit a surprise super kick out of nowhere but Marcus wisely ducks under it and lets Drake disorient himself, turning him back around into a DDT attempt. Drake pushes Redd away into the ropes and then runs at him with a crossbody, sending both men tumbling out over the top rope to the floor!]

Art Campbell: Good God! Drake just hit a perfect crossbody and sent himself and Redd tumbling over the top rope to the floor! This match could be over already folks – that looked BRUTAL!

Sid Carmack: Art Campbell likes things that look brutal ladies and gentlemen ... he wakes up next to one every morning!

Art Campbell: Leave my poor wife alone! Good grief!

Sid Carmack: Of course she’s poor Art, if you were the best she could get –

Art Campbell: STOP IT!

[With the referee’s count up to 6, Drake manages to throw Redd back into the ring and then tag out to Alamar Aguston, who leaps into the ring over the top rope and instantly locks Redd in an ankle lock. Redd battles and pulls himself towards the ropes, forcing Alamar to break the hold, which he eventually does. Whilst Alamar is arguing with the ref, Redd runs across and tags in Cage, who flies off the top rope with a precision dropkick, sending Alamar crashing to the mat. With Alamar down, Cage quickly tags back out to Redd who’s waiting on the top, and leaps down onto Alamar with a crashing corkscrew moonsault. Redd goes for the pinfall]

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KICKOUT!

[As Alamar is getting back up, Redd kicks him down again and tags back out to Cage, who this time springboards off the ropes and sends Alamar crashing into the corner with a huracan rana , where Marcus then tags back out to Redd again so he can fly in from the apron and roll Alamar over into a sunset flip]

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KICKOUT!

Art Campbell: This is tremendous tag team wrestling from the Marcuses – tagging in and out quickly and keeping Alamar in their corner so he can’t tag out!

Sid Carmack: This is damn unfair ... is what it is ... why won’t they let Drake have a go?!

Art Campbell: Because this is WRESTLING! Why would you give an opponent an advantage when you want to win?!

Sid Carmack: I think you may need to see a doctor – talking out your ass is not normal –

Art Campbell: IT IS FOR YOU!

[Redd scoops Alamar up and tries to set him in position for the double-underhook piledriver but Aguston wisely scrambles out between his legs, runs across the ring and tags out to Drake, who comes running in and jumps up into a sitout facebuster on Redd just as he turns around. Drake goes for the cover]

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[Cage pulls Drake off the pin, causing Drake to turn around and go mad at him, screaming at Marcus in the corner. Just then, Marcus Redd rolls Drake up from behind]

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2.5! KICKOUT!

Art Campbell: Oh ... almost surprised him there!

Sid Carmack: Marcus Redd failed to get the job done? What’s so surprising about that Art?

Art Campbell: Come on now – he’s the Intercontinental Champion!

[After getting sneakily rolled up, Drake goes mad and starts hammering away at Redd with some stiff looking punches, but to no avail as Redd rolls out of the ring and dares Drake to follow him, very subtly tagging Cage on his way out. Drake tries to cut Redd off by diving over the top rope, but Cage cuts him off in midair and pushes him back into the ring-  HARD! Drake lands awkwardly and Cage leaps into the ring and nails him with a thunderous superkick]

Sid Carmack: GOOD GRIEF ... CAGE NEARLY TOOK DRAKE’S HEAD OFF!

Art Campbell: If you think that was bad, wait until you see what Alpha might do to him in Philadelphia!

[Cage quickly goes for a pinfall on DeMarco]

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Sid Carmack: What? He’s not the legal man!

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Art Campbell: Yes he is ... Redd tagged him on the way out the ring!

KICKOUT!
Sid Carmack: That Marcus Redd is sneaky little cheat –

Art Campbell: He’s a cheat for not making his tag blatantly obvious? What the hell did you want him to do Sid, slap Cage in the face? Get a mic and announce that he’s tagging? Pull his phone out and post on twitter than he just tagged out? Write a sign out and hold it above his head saying tag? Perhaps you’d like a diagram? Slow motion replays?

Sid Carmack: WILL YOU STOP?!

[Drake stands back up and tags out to Alamar Aguston, who heads into the ring and instantly gets nailed in the face by Marcus Cage, who whips him straight into the corner. Redd runs around the other side of the ring and hides behind the steps, whilst Cage whips Alamar straight back towards his own turnbuckles. As Alamar hits the corner hard, Redd reaches up and pulls Drake’s foot, sending him crashing off the apron to the floor. Aguston thinks he knocked his partner off the apron and looks through the ropes to see if he’s ok ... and then gets caught from behind, scooped up and dropped head-first across the top rope by Cage, who runs off the opposite ropes, leaps up and nails him with a codebreaker]

 Art Campbell: OH! Shock Therapy! That’s it now ... surely!

[Cage can’t capitalise at first but then rolls over into the cover]

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2.99! Drake pulled the referee out of the ring!

Sid Carmack: Yes ... great recovery from Drake DeMarco saving this match for his team!
Art Campbell: He just put his hands all over a PWS official –

Sid Carmack: Quite, and that official should feel honoured!

Art Campbell: Oh please!

[DeMarco runs into the ring past the referee and nails Cage with a thunderous kick to the jaw, taking him down and then returning to the corner and tagging in off Alamar. Cage tags out to Redd and then climbs back up to the top rope to try and catch Drake as he runs in. Drake sprints too fast though, and manages to throw Cage up and over onto the apron]

Sid Carmack: Good God ... Cage just tried to pull a surprise from the top rope, but Drake sped up and tossed him off unexpectedly!

Art Campbell: HE DID WHAT?!

Sid Carmack: Well they don’t call him the king of sexcellence for nothing Art –

Art Campbell: Sid.... just stop talking. Now!

[Cage pulls himself back up on the apron and Drake lifts him up into a spinning TKO over the rope, but Cage somehow lands on his feet and shoves DeMarco forward into the corner. Cage, in desperation, tags out to Redd. Just as Redd goes to step between the ropes to get in, Drake kicks him in the face and rolls him into the ring in an inside cradle]

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3!!!

Art Campbell: DRAKE DID IT! My God it was out of nowhere ... he caught Redd completely by surprise!

Sid Carmack: It only takes 3 seconds to end a wrestling match Art, you gotta be alert at all times in there – especially in tag matches. Sometimes it’s easy to lose focus when you’re not the legal guy in the match; I think we just saw that right there!

Art Campbell: We certainly did Sid ... Drake and Alamar pick up the victory here tonight – but Redd and Cage will have a chance to bounce back and recover some momentum before Independence as PWSR presents CODE RED live from the Fluid Nightclub in Philadelphia ... Thursday at midnight on selected stations! Repeats air all day Friday on PWSmarks.com!

[Suddenly, Tony Angel and El Incendio come through the crowd and jump Cage and Redd from behind as they leave the ring, starting a brawl which spreads up the ramp and to the backstage area]

Art Campbell: NO! Damn it ... someone get these idiots out of here! Folks, coming up next, Antonio Banks will go head to head for the first time ever with our world champion The Rev in a huge main event – and it’s LIVE!

Winners: Drake DeMarco & Alamar Aguston via pinfall.

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[The show returns from commercial with Antonio Banks standing in the ring, and then cuts to the ramp area where Dave and his security team are just walking to the back, with Alamar now locked to the staging and Rev making his way down the aisle to the ring]

Art Campbell: We are back live ladies and gentlemen on PWSR Saturday Night Lockup! I’m Art Campbell at ringside, Sid Carmack is with me as well and it’s time for our main event of the evening. As you can see, Alamar is locked to that entranceway now to stop him from coming down here and attacking The Rev during this next match – but there was some trouble out here with these guys during the break. Let’s take a look

[DURING COMMERCIAL: As Alamar arrives at the top of the ramp, Rev kicks out at him still locked to the stage. Aguston starts taking cheap shots at Rev and has to be restrained by the security guys, who hold him back and lock him up, allowing Rev to get away]

Sid Carmack: Those two are going to go to hell and back on Sunday –

Art Campbell: They sure are Sid, and all for one thing ... the richest prize in the industry ... the PWS Championship!

[In the ring, Kealen Foster signals for the bell and we rejoin the live action as Rev and Antonio Banks start their match. Banks goes for a low kick in the knee right at the start of the match and catches the world champion off guard, gaining all the momentum to start hitting him back and forth in the nose with some ridiculously hard punches. Rev rolls out of the ring]

Art Campbell: This isn’t a good start for Rev ... he’s got to go 60 minutes at Independence so it’s almost essential that he gets this one done as quickly as he can!

Sid Carmack: Yeah and this isn’t like Alamar’s match tonight, Rev doesn’t have any tag partners for help in there – he’s all alone!

[Rev climbs back in and brawls with Banks for a while, trying to take him down a few times and ultimately succeeding, locking in an armbar but seeing it reversed, and then getting rolled up into an inside cradle. Rev rolls through and scores a near fall, both men leap back up]

Sid Carmack: That was close! Of course at Independence – Rev may need more than one fall to get the job done and walk out with the title but the task is still simple – score more falls than Alamar in 60 minutes

Art Campbell: It SOUNDS simple when you say it like that, but in execution, it’s going to be hellacious!

[Banks charges at Rev with a clothesline, the champ ducks under it and tries to hit a codebreaker, which Banks counters into a codebreaker attempt of his own. Rev catches the top rope, Banks falls and Rev grabs his legs. Banks rolls over and flicks Rev into the corner, rolling him up]

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Art Campbell:  Well for all the talk about the Ironman match, don’t forget that Antonio Banks has an important match on Sunday as well – he can win a shot at Redd’s Intercontinental title if he beats Marcus Cage and Angel in a 3-way dance in Philadelphia! That in itself is huge!

[Rev jumps back up quickly and goes back to trying to outwrestle Banks again with the two men trading holds and counter-holds for another couple of minutes or so. Banks eventually blocks a suplex attempt into a victory roll, which Rev counters and stands out of, getting up and nailing Antonio with a Saito Suplex. The champ stands behind Banks waiting for him to stand back to his feet, and when he does, lifts him on his shoulders and nails him with an Emerald Flowsion. Rev goes for the cover]

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Sid Carmack: YES! The Rev wins! Rev will roll into Independence on Sunday night with a huge win over Antonio Banks to boost his confidence up, and Banks has it all to do now against Cage and Angel –

Art Campbell: It’s going to be a hell of a night ... on paper, quite possibly the strongest card of matches this company has EVER promoted in its history – ladies and gentlemen – you cannot afford to miss PWSR Independence! Sunday July 25, only on pay per view!

Winner: The Rev via pinfall.

[With Banks still laying in the ring, Rev suddenly rolls out underneath the ropes and grabs a steel chair from ringside]

Art Campbell: Oh come on now! What is that asshole doing –? The match is over for crying out loud!

Sid Carmack: He can do whatever he wants to do Art, he’s the world heavyweight champion!

Art Campbell: Well, for another eight days at least!

[Rev looks briefly at Banks, then starts running up the ramp with the chair right in the direction of Alamar Aguston on the stage. With Alamar still handcuffed to the stage to stop him interfering, Rev takes advantage and blasts him over and over and over again with sick chair shots, smashing Alamar’s helpless body into the steel supports of the stage]

Art Campbell: NO ... Somebody stop this! My God – Alamar may not even make it to Independence unless someone stops this son of a bitch!

Sid Carmack: Calm down Art – you don’t want to have a heart attack before the pay per view!

[Seeing Alamar tied up, El Incendio and Tony Angel re-appear, walking out from the side of the stage still looking beaten up a little from their brawl earlier in the night. Angel grabs another chair from by the technical area and uses it on Alamar as well, to even more boos from the fans]

Art Campbell: This is heinous! This is a damned 3-on-1 assault again, and the one is handcuffed to the Lockup staging! Jesus this is sick!

[Suddenly, Antonio Banks gets up in the ring and sneakily walking up the ramp without anyone noticing him. Banks charges right at Angel from behind and knocks him forward underneath the curtain that leads backstage, brawling right through with him]

Art Campbell: THANK GOD! KICK HIS ASS BANKS!

[With Banks and Angel brawling on the floor behind the curtain, Marcus Redd suddenly runs out from backstage and grabs El Incendio from behind, tossing him right off the stage through a table to enormous deafening cheers from the crowd! Incendio lies there motionless in a mess of broken wood at the bottom of the stage]

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Art Campbell: All hell is breaking loose on Lockup! My God! Incendio just got thrown right off the damn staging! Banks and Angel are beating the living hell out of each other – Alamar is bleeding.... this is chaos!

Sid Carmack: I hope Incendio’s alright, that damn thug, that low-life street criminal Marcus Redd just threw him into oblivion!
 
[Banks staggers back out onto the stage and Angel chases him out again, both men busted open, when suddenly Marcus Cage pops out from behind the curtain and flattens Antonio Banks with a codebreaker on the stage! Angel grabs Cage before he can get back up and starts kicking him in the ribs!]

Art Campbell: OH! Codebreaker from Cage to Banks! And now Angel is kicking away at Marcus Cage! Incendio is still not moving folks –

[Rev takes one more shot at Alamar with the steel chair and then throws it down onto the stage, raising his arms up triumphantly as all the chaos goes on around him. Whilst he’s taunting the fans, and Cage, Banks and Angel are all beating the living hell out of each other, Marcus Redd sneaks over and starts interfering with the handcuffs trapping Alamar. Suddenly, the lock breaks and the crowd lets out a deafening roar as Alamar steps free of the stage, grabs the steel chair and blasts Rev around the head with it]

Sid Carmack: GOOD GOD! Alamar just damn near took the world champions head off with that steel chair!

Art Campbell: Payback is a bitch, Sid!

[The camera pans out on the stage and shows one last overhead clip of the massive brawl as Alamar and Rev attack each other, Cage, Banks and Angel kick each other around and Redd glares down at the fallen Incendio]

Art Campbell: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING TO HAPPEN THIS SUNDAY AT INDEPENDENCE?!

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