PWSMarks.com Exclusive Match
PWSR Rated R Championship
5 Man Gauntlet Match - No DQ
Noble Domino Jr. vs. Sledge vs. Blade vs. Andrew Ryder vs. Steve McCain (c)

(The gauntlet starts out with Blade and Sledge in the ring. The two of them go back and forth for a while until, out of no where, Blade nails him with "The Cutter" and gets the pinfall at the 3:28 mark. Next into the ring is Noble Domino Jr. Noble and Blade battle back and forth for quite a while. Noble gets a steel chair and swings at Blade but Blade ducks it. He gives Noble a boot to the stomach, causing him to drop it. Blade then DDTs him into the chair and gets the 3 count at the 7:32 mark in the match. Andrew Ryder is next into the ring. Ryder and Blade duke it out with each other for a few minutes until the match spills outside of the ring. Blade looks to be in control until Ryder begins to fight back. Ryder dives Blade the "Destroyer Bomb" onto the steel steps and rolls Blade in. Ryder hooks a leg and gets the pin at the 14:42 mark. Last into the ring is the champion, Steve McCain. Ryder and McCain fight all over the outside of the ring, bringing multiple weapons into play, such as a trashcan, a table, a cheesgrater and the Rated R Title it's self. The match ends when McCain goes for the "Frost Bite" but Ryder shoves him. As McCain bounces off the ropes, Ryder picks the title up and blasts McCain in the head with it. He covers him for the pin, becoming the new champion.)

Winner: Andrew Ryder via pinfall and NEW PWSR Rated R Champion!

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(After the standard copyright warning and PWSmarks opening signature flash up on the screen, the camera fades up in the parking lot of the Wells Fargo Center as a large black limousine pulls in from off-shot and drives right across the screen. The camera pans down to show the Lucifer Effect logo on the door and the fans inside start booing as the door pops open.Tony Angel pops out of the limo first in a typical expensive suit, quickly followed by Incendio who's arrived at the building already in his wrestling gear and rushes inside straight through to the stage area. The Rev hops out next and adjusts the world championship on his shoulder)

Art Campbell: There you see the man, ladies and gentlemen, that will embark on a sixty minute war tonight with perhaps his toughest rival ever, Alamar Agustón. Earlier this week, The Rev became only the seventh man EVER to hold a PWSmarks world title for over one hundred days - joining Dominek Rock, Shane Fuller, Alpha Dog, Daz, Keith Danielson and of course Drake DeMarco. It's an elite list for sure, but can he hold onto the title tonight?

(The Rev walks into the building looking confident as he talks to Angel)

Art Campbell: It's 7:01, I'm Art Campbell, and you're watching the biggest blockbuster of the summer - LIVE!

(The scene fades to an animated US flag on the screen and the Independence logo bounces across as "Waving Flag" starts to play in the background)

Voiceover guy: And now ... God of War III and PWSmarks Revolution present ... INDEPENDENCE!

(The show opens officially as the camera fades into the darkened arena which instantly becomes lit up with red, white and blue fireworks flying off the lighting rig and hitting the enormous stage at the far end of the Wells Fargo Center. More huge rockets fly upwards off the ramp all the way along and around the edge of the stage, and a whole circle of fireworks explode off the middle of the entrance set. Even more pyro follows as showers of golden sparks pour downwards from above the ring, and the top of the stage explodes out into a giant American flag that rolls down over the ceiling of the arena as "Waving Flag" continues blaring out through the building. The fans leap up in excitement during the epic pyro display and a loud cheer goes up through the whole arena.)

Art Campbell: We welcome you to the biggest show of the summer, we welcome you to a blockbuster party the likes of which this company has never seen before, we welcome you ladies and gentlemen - to the third annual Independence! Tonight, four championships and two number one contenders will be decided, not to mention the future of an innocent woman dragged into a bitter war ... this is a huge night! I'm Art Campbell at ringside, joined as ever by Sid Carmack!

Sid Carmack: I'm delighted to be here Art, there's so much to look forward to tonight, we've even got a bikini contest lined up as the half-time show tonight!

Art Campbell: On a night where emotions are running higher than perhaps they ever have before, we have seven huge matches to deliver, so much at stake - the lives of these men and women will be changed forever by the time we go off the air in four hours. But nothing gets more emotional, more dramatic, more heartbreaking than this whole rivalry between Daz and Trisha Lee Moore ... I hope to God that Daz kicks her ass tonight and frees Candy from that tyrannical dragon once and for all!

Sid Carmack: I think Trisha's got that one in the bag Art, after waiting one whole year for a match against Daz, surely there's no way she can let it slip away from her -

Art Campbell: I can only hope and pray that you're wrong Sid. How about that huge war between Drake DeMarco and The Alpha Dog though? We've waited months to see this one settled in a PWS ring - this is a rivalry which came out of nowhere to almost ripped this entire company apart six months ago! Tonight it will be settled one way or the other!

Sid Carmack: Drake has to be the favourite to come out on top in that one Art, but what about the main event here tonight? It doesn't get any bigger than that - after one hour, only one man can be the world champion ... my money's on The Rev to retain the gold here tonight!

Art Campbell: Well since you're normally wrong on everything, I'll go with Alamar.

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PWSR Intercontinental Championship
Incendio vs Marcus Redd (c)

Sid Carmack: Start the action, start the action. Don't make me wait. Just start it already.

Art Campbell: You will get action Sid, don't be a kid.

Sid Carmack: Hey, I am not a kid.

Art Campbell: Everyone will agree with me when they will get to know you more better.

Sid Carmack: You know nothing Art.

Art Campbell: Its time Sid. Its time.

Sid Carmack: I was waiting for this bikini contest whole night.

Art Campbell: Whole night? We have not even started the night. It is time for the PWSR Intercontinental championship.

Sid Carmack: Damn you Art.

Art Campbell: We are not going to start this PPV with the Bikini contest. We will start this night with some classy wrestling match.

Sid Carmack: A thug and a fire monster, you call this bout a classy wrestling match? Wow.

Art Campbell: You are hopeless Sid.

Sid Carmack: Tell me one thing Art before the show starts.

Art Campbell: What is that?

Sid Carmack: Why the hell is Daz laughing hysterically on the poster of Independence. There should have been Rev on it holding the title proudly.

(Skylar Mosier is standing in the ring with the referee Dave Robinson in the ring.)

Sylar Mosier: Ladies and gentlemen, following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the PWSR Intercontinental Championship.

(The whole arena goes dark as all lights go off. We can see El Incendio's voice on the P.A.)

El Incendio: Tonight, Intercontinental title is mine.

(“Smokers outside the hospital Doors” by Editors hits in the arena. Flames starts falling from the top of arena to random places at the entrance ramp.)

Sid Carmack: He is going to burn us all.

Art Campbell: This looks very dangerous. El Incendio should not be doing this.

(Arena fills up with the yellow light and a huge flame drops on to the entrance area. A huge amount of smoke fills the entrance ramp.)

Sid Carmack: Oh my god. A comet must have fallen of the sky.

(Smoke starts to clear and we can see a figure standing tall. Smoke clears as El Incendio is standing on the top of entrance ramp.)

Skylar Mosier: Introducing first the challenger. From Taxco de Alarcón, Guerrero, Mexico now residing in San Diego, CA. Weighing in at 240 lbs. He is Elll Incendioooooooooooooooo.

(El Incendio starts walking down the ramp with authority.)

Art Campbell: El Incendio looks confident.

Sid Carmack: He is going to win the PWSR Intercontinental Championship from a thug.

Art Campbell: Is he your pick in this match?

Sid Carmack: He nearly killed me with the flames flying in the arena but he is still my pick. Its a reward from me to El Incendio for letting me stay alive.

Art Campbell: This has to be the best gift for El Incendio in his life. Isn't it?

Sid Carmack: You bet Art.

(El Incendio enters the ring by climbing the steel steps. "Lose Yourself" - Eminem hits in the arena and crowd already starts cheering for him. We see a lot of people rushing out of the back having same appearance as Marcus Redd does, the thug style.)

Sid Carmack: We are attacked by black thugs, run for your lives.

Art Campbell: They all look like Marcus. No we are not attacked. It is Redd's army.

Sid Carmack: If anything happens to me, you are responsible for it.

(Marcus Redd look alike fills the arena till entrance ramp. El Incendio is staring them.)

Sid Carmack: Which one is real?

Art Campbell: He can be anyone of them.

(Camera zooms into the titan tron where Marcus Redd is standing on the top. He takes a run and jumps off the titan tron.)

Sid Carmack: Marcus Redd is going to do suicide, someone catch him.

Art Campbell: We already have people down there.

Sid Carmack: They will move away.

(Marcus Redd lands on his army. They are sending him to the ring as he surfs on them.)

Skylar Mosier: And his opponent, from Dallas, TX weighing in at 235 lbs. He is the PWSR Intercontinental Champion, “The Ghetto Rockstar” Marcus Redd.

Sid Carmack: I bet we will be missing a lot of stuff when these criminals will leave the area.

Art Campbell: Come on Sid, be nice to them.

Sid Carmack: Be nice to thugs? I don't think so.

(Redd's army throws him into the ring as he lands on his feet. El Incendio goes to stare him. Dave Robinson separates two men.)

Art Campbell: We can see the action already happening before the match starts.

(Dave Robinson checks both men for illegal objects and takes the PWSR Intercontinental title belt from Marcus Redd. He shows it to El Incendio who snatches it from Dave.)

Sid Carmack: Let him have the belt. It will be less painful for everybody.

(Dave takes the title back and takes it up in the air.)

Art Campbell: It is what its all about.

(Dave hands the title outside. El Incendio throws a fireball to the face of Marcus Redd while having the back of Dave Robinson. Redd falls down as he rolls in pain.)

Art Campbell: What was that?

Sid Carmack: I believe that was a fireball. Since the match was not started, it was all legal.

(Dave Robinson calls for the bell. El Incendio wastes no time and takes Redd up only to take him down with the Emerald Flowsion with authority. El Incendio takes Redd up and sends him shoulder first into the ring post.)

Art Campbell: El Incendio already working on different parts of Redd. He is making his every part weak.

Sid Carmack: There will come a point when Redd will be lying on his back with his whole broken body.

(El Incendio grabs Marcus Redd from behind and goes for the german suplex but Redd counters and lands on his feet to the back of Incendio. He turns around to get a drop kick from Redd. He stumbles to turnbuckle and Redd starts spearing Redd in the corner. Dave Robinson separates Redd from Incendio Redd takes a step back and connects a kick to the head of Incendio. Incendio falls down as Redd chants.)

Art Campbell: Redd has changed the momentum of the match.

Sid Carmack: I will do anything to not to see this thug walking out with the title. Come on Incendio, get up.

(Incendio with lying on his back, Redd runs to the turnbuckle and stares Incendio.)

Redd: Check this out El.

(Marcus Redd jumps on the turnbuckle and hits his signature move Ghetto bird but Incendio rolls out last second and Marcus Redd crashes into the ring mat.)

Sid Carmack: Stupid.

Art Campbell: He did waste his time there.

(Incendio quickly gets up and runs to Redd who was on his four. He connects Redd with the Tornado DDT and covers.)

Art Campbell: We are having first pin fall attempt of the match.

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Sid Carmack: I hope this ends here.

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KICKOUT.

(Redd tries to get up and barely got to his knees. Incendio runs to the ropes and connects Marcus Redd with his own finisher Guitar Solo. Redd quickly rolls out of the ring.)

Sid Carmack: It is what we call adding insult to injury.

Art Campbell: Redd with great sense of ring, he rolls out to save himself.

(Dave Robinson starts counting out Redd.)

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(El Incendio did not want to give Marcus time to recover so he rolls out and tries to take Redd up. Redd counters with thumb to the eyes and punches Incendio directly to the face. Redd grabs Incendio by his head and throws him into security barricade. Dave Robinson was counting out both men.)


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(Redd takes a charge and connects him with the clothesline which sends both men into the audience.)

Art Campbell: This match is equally matched. We can not say who will win.

Sid Carmack: I know who will win.

(Redd starts kicking Incendio. A few fans kick him too but security takes them back. Redd takes a beer bottle in his hand and drinks some. Incendio slowly gets up and Redd smashes the beer bottle on the head of El Incendio. Incedio falls down to his knees.)

Sid Carmack: Redd is using weapons. He should be disqualified, fired and executed.

Art Campbell: Executed? WHAT?

(Dave Robinson was still counting them out.)

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(Redd picks up a little of piece of glass and makes a big cut on the head of Incendio and Incendio starts bleeding.)

Sid Carmack: We have blood. We should stop this match and teach Redd some lessons.

Art Campbell: This match is very personal Sid, both men will not stop until they kill each other.

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(Redd hops over the railing and runs for the ring.)

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Sid Carmack: We are going to have a draw.

(Redd enters the ring.)

Art Campbell: We are going to see Redd retain the title.

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(Redd exits the ring to keep the match continue.)

Sid Carmack: Stupid Redd. He could have won this match, it was the only he could have won it.

(Dave Robinson starts counting out them again.)

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(Redd hopes over the security railing again. Incendio throws a fireball at Redd but he dodges this time.)

Marcus Redd: Not this time Incendio.

Sid Carmack: Where do he keeps all these fireballs?

Art Campbell: Why you want to know that?

Sid Carmack: I want to burn you and Marcus Redd.

(Redd goes for the El Incendio but he hits with something to the gut of Redd.)

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(Redd falls down to his knees. El Incendio turns around and drops a steep pipe so the referee Dave could not see it.)

Art Campbell: What you will say now Sid, Incendio used a weapon too.

Sid Carmack: Its not cheating until referee sees it and I call this even.

(Incendio takes Marcus up for the suplex and sends him back first directly into security barricade. Redd falls to the ring side area and El Incendio follows him.

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(Incendio picks up and Redd and sends him into the ring. He knew he can not win the title via count out. Redd is still rolling in pain and Incendio looks at his prey. Incendio gets on Redd and locks him into the camel clutch. Dave asks Redd if he wants to give up.)

Sid Carmack: Give up Redd, you can not beat Incendio. Your chances of winning are equal to the chances of Art getting slim and in shape.

(Redd is screaming in pain. Dave Robinson asks Redd if he wants to give up. Redd starts crawling backward.)

Sid Carmack: People normally walks towards the ropes, not in the against direction. But how can I forget, he is not normal.

Art Campbell: There has to be something in Redd's mind.

(Redd keep crawling backward and tries to slip out of the ring. Redd keep crawling. Now Redd was half out of the ring and half in the ring while Incendio still had the camel clutch on Redd. Dave Robinson orders Incendio to break the hold but he does not listen. Redd tries to gather strength and pulls himself out of the ring while Incendio still hanging on the back of Redd.)

Sid Carmack: They are out of the ring again. Someone should tell them the wrestling match is supposed to be wrestled in the ring, NOT OUTSIDE of it.

Art Campbell: Looks like Redd is giving Incendio a ride.

(Redd runs to the ring post to crash Incendio in it but Incendio jumps off last second and Redd crashes himself into the ring post. He starts screaming and rolling in pain.)

Art Campbell: That was very fast of Incendio. He jumped off at last second and did not give Redd a chance to stop himself.

(Redd is crying in pain. Dave Robinson is counting.)

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Art Campbell: Redd has taken a lot of beating on that part of his body. I don't think he will be able to keep up with this match now.

Sid Carmack: My choice is killing everyone's favorite and I am loving it.

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El Incendio: I own you Redd.

(Incendio drags Redd by hand to the commentators table. He takes the Intercontinental championship belt in his hand and show it to Redd.)

El Incendio: This title is mine.

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(El Incendio puts the title on the commentators table drags him around the ring by pulling his hairs.)

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Art Campbell: El Incendio is confident about winning this match.

Sid Carmack: When you are El Incendio, you are confident about everything.

Art Campbell: Confident about winning the match?

Sid Carmack: Yes.

Art Campbell: Confident about winning the IC title?

Sid Carmack: Yes.

Art Campbell: Confident about hooking up with a  guy?

Sid Carmack: Yes.............WHAT?

(Art Campbell starts laughing.)

Sid Carmack: This is not funny.

(Meanwhile, El Incendio takes Redd up with his hairs. Redd jumps through the legs of Incendio and goes back. He goes for a sleeper hold but Incendio swings elbow but Redd ducks and takes Incendio back first into ring apron.)

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(Redd slides into the ring.)

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(Incendio follows Redd in the ring.)

Art Campbell: This match is still on.

Sid Carmack: This match is not going to stop now Art.

(Incendio gets on feet and quickly and Redd follows. Incendio connects Redd with a punch and sprints him into the turnbuckle but Redd counters and sends him into the turnbuckle instead. Redd runs and jumps with his back onto the El Incendio but El Incendio steps away and Redd falls back first into turnbuckle. Redd screams in pain and Incendio presses Red into turnbuckle with a clothesline. Redd stumbles and Incendio kicks him in the gut and connects him with the Double underhook piledriver.)

Art Campbell: Incendio is having complete control of the match.

Sid Carmack: Incendio is moments away from winning this match.

(Incendio covers and Dave Robinson counts.)

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NO!!!!!!!!!!

KICKOUT

2.99

Sid Carmack: WHAT? NO WAY.

Art Campbell: Marcus saved this match for himself.

Sid Carmack: Dave counted slow.

(Incendio could not believe Redd kicked out. He gives Redd time and Redd slowly gets to his knees. Incendio runs to the rope and jumps onto the Redd and locks him in the submission move, Octopus hold. Redd is shouting while he is on the knees. Dave checks Redd. Redd falls down but Incendio does not break the hold.)

Art Campbell: I think Redd is done here.

(Dave Robinson checks Redd. Redd tries to gather strength and gets to his knees.)

Sid Carmack: How the hell is this guy getting up?

Art Campbell: It is the dedication to keep the title to himself.

(Redd gets to his feet and Incendio breaks the hold. Incendio grabs Redd and tries to connect him with the Russian Leg Sweep but Redd counters and slips away. Redd connects Incendio with Da Hook up. Both men lies down and Dave Robinson starts counting.)

Art Campbell: Redd bought sometime for himself.

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Sid Carmack: That will not stop Incendio from destroying him.

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(Incendio got to his knees while Redd rolls to the ropes.)

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(Incendio get to his knees and Redd gets up with the help of ropes. Incendio sprints to Redd for a big boot but Redd pulls the rope down and Incendio falls outside. Redd climbs the top turnbuckle. Incendio gets up and Redd connects Incendio with the Ghetto Bird.)

Art Campbell: Redd is hurt but he is not stopping himself from doing any dangerous moves.

Sid Carmack: Someone should tell these stupid guys that the match is supposed to wrestle IN THE RING, not outside.

(Dave Robinson starts counting.)

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(Redd gets to his feet and rolls into the ring. Incendio rolls to the commentators and gets up.)

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(Redd runs to the ropes and goes for the suicide dive outside of the ring as both men crashes directly into the commentators table. Both men lites breathless out of the ring.)

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Art Campbell: This opening bout of the match is going awesome.

Sid Carmack: I agree. We could not have a better beating of a superstar than this.

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(Redd raises to his feet. Crowd is cheering for him which gave him energy. He takes Incendio up but Incendio grabs Redd head and smashes it on the commentators table. He takes Redd up with both of his hands and drops him chest first on the tables.)

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(Incendio rolls into rings and runs to the ropes. As he reaches the ropes he jumps outside for Topé con hilo but when he was in air Redd grabs him from the back and sends him head first into the commentators table.)

Sid Carmack WTF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Redd just crashed Incendio's head into the table while he was in air with all the pressure.

Art Campbell: Incendio might have got seriously injured there.

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(Redd catches some air and drags steel steps near El Incendio. He takes Incendio up and laughs wickedly.)

Sid Carmack: Don't do this. NO.

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(Redd takes Incendio up and connects him with Da Papermaker on steel steps.)

CROWD: THAT WAS AWESOME

Art Campbell: I don't thin Incendio will be in any condition to continue after this.

Sid Carmack: Incendio might have broken his neck here and they are chanting awesome. WOW.

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(Redd rolls into the ring while Incendio lies outside. He is not moving a bit.)

Sid Carmack: I think Incendio is done here.

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(Redd realizes Incendio is not moving. He exits the ring and Dave shakes his head in disappointment.)

Art Campbell: Dave Robinson nearly counted both men out many times but one stop the match for another. This is called sportsman ship. They don't want fans to get disappointed by seeing a winner via count out.

(Redd takes him up and slaps him across the face.)

Marcus Redd: You are my bitch.

Art Campbell: Some hard words there by the champion.

Sid Carmack: Why Dave is not counting out both men? He should be doing his job.

(Dave exits the ring, grabs Redd from behind and sends him into the ring. Redd with confused looks on his face stares Dave Robinson. Dave grabs Incendio and rolls him into the ring too.)

Art Campbell: Dave is LITERALLY keeping the match in order there.

(Redd goes to Dave and asks Dave whats wrong with him.)

Dave: This is the wrestling ring. -points outside- NOT THAT.

(Redd shakes his head and goes for Incendio. Incendio was able to crawl to the lower turnbuckle while Redd was busy with Dave Robinson. Redd smiles and rushes to Incendio and connects him with the Chin check#2 but Incendio rolls out last second and Redd falls to the ring mat. While Redd was still on the mat, Incendio jumps on the Redd and locks him into the Mundo En Fuego.)

Art Campbell: A surprise return from El Incendio in the match.

Sid Carmack: And he is going to win this match with this opening he got.

(Dave Robinson checks Redd. He quickly grabs rope which was next to him. Incendio breaks the hold and drags him in the middle of the ring. Redd kicks Incendio in the chest and quickly gets up and stares Incendio who was staring Redd.)

Art Campbell: After going through so much in this match, both men are standing still. Look at their determination Sid.

(Redd calls for the lock up and Incendio stares him.)

Sid Carmack: After this long match, Redd wants to go for a lock up now? What a timing?

(Incendio goes for a  lock up and pushes Redd into Dave Robinson. Dave saves himself and Incendio connects Redd with the punch with brass knuckle on his fist. Redd falls down to the mat and Incendio throws brass knuckle away.)

Art Campbell: Why Incendio has to cheat?

Sid Carmack: He did not.

Art Campbell: Oh shut up Sid.

(Incendio drags Redd to the ropes and goes on the ring apron. He takes Redd up on his shoulders and calls for the finish. He jumps in the air and lands on the floor as he connects Redd with the Emerald Flowsion. Redd rolls in pain again.)

Sid Carmack: Incendio knows Redd's back is not healed and he is still working on it.

(El Incendio looks under the ring and takes out a ladder.)

Art Campbell: Whatever Incendio has on his mind, it does not look good.

Sid Carmack: I am enjoying it.

(El Incendio puts ladder and takes Redd up. He pushes Redd up as he slowly climbs the ladder. Redd reaches the top of the ladder and Incendio climbs from the other side.)

Art Campbell: He should not do it.

Sid Carmack: Kill this thug Incendio, do the WORST to him.

(Incendio grabs Redd and stares commentators table. He smiles.)

Art Campbell: I hope he is not thinking what I am thinking.

Sid Carmack: We don't see Incendio laughing more often, this has to be big.

(Incendio grabs Redd for The 9th Circle but Redd counters by constantly kicking to Incendio. Incendio breaks the hold and smashes Incendio's head into the steel ladder. Incendio loses balance. Redd smiles.)

Sid Carmack: Why Redd is smiling now?

(Redd grabs Incendio by the head and connects him with the Guitar Solo from the top of the ladder as both men crashes into the commentators table.)

Sid Carmack: What the FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CROWD: HOLY SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.

Art Campbell: Oh my God. Both men fell from 15 feet height directly on to the table. I will be amazed to see if any one of them walk.

(Dave Robinson exits the ring and check both men. Redd was crawling slowly as he gets up. He drags Incendio near the ring and takes him up and somehow rolls him into the ring. Redd does not stop there as he climbs the ladder again.)

Sid Carmack: Just finish the match. What is he doing now?

Art Campbell: He wants to finish this with a bang.

(Redd stands on the top of the ladder as he shouts. Crowd starts cheering for him. Incendio lies in the ring as he is not even moving. It looks like he is unconscious. Redd with a huge smile on his face connects Incendio with the Ghetto Bird.)

CROWD: THAT WAS AWESOME.

(Crowd starts chanting “That was AWESOME. That was AWESOME” chant. Redd lies in the ring as he is catching his breath. Incendio is still not moving. Dave checks both men. Redd barely moves to Incendio and puts his shoulder on him. Dave Robinson starts counting.)

Art Campbell: I believe this is over.

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Sid Carmack: This should be over now. Marcus Redd might have killed El Incendio there. As I said before, EXECUTE HIM.

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Art Campbell: Redd is one second away from winning the biggest match of his career.

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Sid Carmack: Call the doctors and check Incendio.

(Dave calls for the bell.)

Art Campbell: Marcus Redd overcame the biggest obstacle of his career as he defeated El Incendio right now.

Sklylar Mosier: The winner of this match and still the PWSR Intercontinental Champion, Marcussss Reddddddddddd.

(Dave Robinson hands over the IC title to Marcus Redd. Marcus Redd takes the title up and puts it on his shoulder. He claps for himself and El Incendio.)

Art Campbell: This is all about Sid. It is about determination. It is about winning. It is about proving you are the best. Marcus Redd just did that. When the match was started, no one believed Marcus Redd will retain the title but he proved everyone wrong.

Sid Carmack: We could not have any better show opener than this. This was just great.

Art Campbell: Yes it was Sid.

(Paramedics runs down the ring and they check El Incendio. Marcus Redd goes to the back slowly.)

Sid Carmack: I hope El Incendio is not seriously injured.

Art Campbell: He got a couple of big moves at the end of match. We can't say anything at the moment.

Winner: Marcus Redd via pinfall and STILL PWSR Intercontinental Champion!!

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(The camera cuts to the back after the first match, where we see Trisha Lee Moore storming out of her locker room to scream at a poor backstage runner for not bringing her coffee yet. She paces out down the corridor muttering and wonders off the screen.)

Art Campbell: Trisha Lee Moore is in a foul mood folks, I feel sorry for poor Candy being stuck with her back there. Daz has a chance to win Candy's contract back from Trisha later tonight of course here at Independence, and my God it'll be emotional ... we are in for a rollercoaster ride in Philadelphia this evening with that match ladies and gentlemen!

Sid Carmack: Well, this is the night that Trisha Lee Moore has been waiting for now for almost a whole year Art, I don't blame her for being in a bad mood with anyone who gets in the way of her preparations for this massive match - including Candy.

Art Campbell: Oh come on Sid, Candy has done absolutely NOTHING to deserve the abuse she's getting from Trisha. Trisha's a damn manipulative bully who's controlling Candy to try and break Daz's heart and I tell you one thing, I hope that evil bitch gets everything she deserves and more tonight at Independence!

(Whilst Art and Sid are talking, Candy looks around the locker room and when she thinks Trisha is well out the way, sneaks out and runs off down the hallway in the opposite direction)

Sid Carmack: YOU CAN'T SAY THAT! Trisha is just doing what she needs to do, it's nothing personal! It's simply business, that's all ...

Art Campbell: WILL YOU STOP?! Nothing personal?! I've heard it all now!

(The cameraman runs to catch up with Candy and find out where she's going, which startles her for a moment. She comes to a locker room door and stops, knocks on the door and stands there waiting, looking around her worried all the time in case Trisha is about)

Sid Carmack: What the hell is she doing, she's supposed to stay in the locker room!

Art Campbell: OH COME ON! Don't tell me you're defending that wicked witch?

Sid Carmack: Candy?

Art Campbell: TRISHA! Good grief!

(The locker room door opens and Daz stands there with a big smile as Candy jumps up and gives him a hug! The fans cheer as they see the two briefly reunited, and Candy runs in to hug Marcus Cage as well, who's sitting in the locker room. Both Daz and Cage look delighted yet surprised to see Candy. Suddenly though, Daz looks a little concerned)

Daz: Candy ... does Trisha know your here?

(Candy shakes her head and looks down at the floor looking sad knowing that Trisha will flip if she finds out. Daz looks up at the camera emotionally and seems to be getting angry thinking about the whole situation)

Daz: Don't worry, Candy ... after tonight, you'll never have to put up with Trisha EVER again! I'm going to go out there tonight and win - FOR YOU!

(The fans cheer and the camera cuts back to ringside)

Art Campbell: I hope Daz is right, I can't stand to see this emotional blackmail any longer! Ladies and gentlemen, coming up next we have a tag team match that's been brewing now for a couple of months. Damage Inc managed to pull out a win at Retribution last month against Necessary Roughness, but now it's time for a rematch! These two teams have been a thorn in each others side for a while -

Sid Carmack: They sure have, and it all came to a head last month when NR turned up over in PWSX at the end of last month and ruined the end of Kurt and Laura's first pay-per-view event in charge! That was great!

Art Campbell: Great? That was obnoxious Sid! Then again what more can we expect from those two!

Sid Carmack: What've Damage Inc ever done to you Art?

Art Campbell: NOT THEM ... would it kill you to pay attention for once?

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Texas Tornado Tag Match
Necessary Roughness vs. Damage Inc.

Skylar Mosier: This next match is scheduled for one fall and is a Texas Tornado Tag Team Match!  Making their way to the ring first, at a combined weight of 639 pounds, Necessary Roughness!

(“Bia Bia” by Lil John plays as they come out to a chorus of boos from the fans. They get into the ring and await their opponents.

( “Hell Yeah” by Rev Theory hits, and the fans begin to cheer.)

Skylar Mosier: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 522 pounds, Laura Phoenix and Kurt Kaoss, DAMAGE INC!

(Kurt and Laura both make their way out onto the ramp way.)

Art Campbell: This is going to be nothing short of a brutal match, ladies and gentlemen.

Sid Carmack: Absolutely. And I can’t wait!

(The two teams begin to brawl right from the opening bell. Rampage goes after Laura and Big Boss at Kaoss. Boss hammers away at Kaoss as Rampage grabs Laura and plants her into the ring with an inverted DDT. Boss shoves Kaoss into the corner and starts to nails him with some right hand shots and some kicks to the gut. Rampage comes over, while Laura’s down and the two begin to double team Kurt. They bring him out of the corner and then get him up for a double vertical suplex and plant him down.)

Art Campbell: WOW! They got Kaoss up!

Sid Carmack: I’m surprised the ring didn’t collapse!

(Rampage makes a quick pin attempt ..)

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Kickout!

(He begins to stomp away at Kaoss as Big Boss turns his attentions to Phoenix, who is beginning to make her way to her feet. Boss hits her with a few right hand shots, keeping her down a little longer. Rampage calls for Boss to come help him and the two of them send Kaoss into the ropes. They hit him with a double shoulder block, sending him down. Big Boss drops an elbow into the chest of Kaoss and Rampage follows suit. Rampage makes another pin attempt …)

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(Laura reaches over and pulls him off by his foot.)

Art Campbell: This is just all out mayhem going on in the ring.

Sid Carmack: I know. It’s great! I can’t wait for the weapons to come into play.

Art Campbell: You just love to see people beating the living hell out of each other, don’t you?

Sid Carmack: Well, NR beating the hell out of Damage Inc, more specifically.

(Laura lands a couple shots to Rampage before Big Boss comes off and cuts Laura off, with an elbow to the back of her head. Boss starts to hammer away at Phoenix, trying to keep her down and out of the match. He gets Phoenix up and then plants her with a vertical suplex. Rampage shoots himself off the ropes and lands a big standing splash onto Laura. He hooks the leg …)

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(Kurt gets to his knees and gives Rampage an ax handle smash to the back of his head breaking up the pin.)

Art Campbell: Necessary Roughness is trying to end this match early.

Sid Carmack: Well, why not? Take out the trash and go on with your life!

Art Campbell: You’re an miserable twit sometimes, you know that right?

Sid Carmack: Hey! I am not miserable. I’m quite happy right now.

Art Campbell: Ugh.

(Boss gets Kaoss up to his feet and starts hitting him with some right hand shots. Rampage gets up and the two of them send Kaoss into the ropes. As he comes off, they go for a double clothesline but Kaoss ducks under both of their arms. As he comes off the other set of ropes, he hits them both with a double clothesline, taking them down. Phoenix gets up and goes to the top rope. Kaoss goes over and gets up on the 2nd rope. Kurt counts “1-2-3” and the two of them jump off at the same time. Laura hits Rampage with an elbow drop and Kurt nails Big Boss with a splash.)

Art Campbell: Damage Inc. looks to be fully in control now!

Sid Carmack: How the hell did those ropes NOT break under Kaoss?!

(Rampage and Big Boss both roll to the outside of the ring, to regain their composure. They talk a few things over and then get back on the ring apron. Kaoss and Phoenix both charge and nails NR with forearm shots, knocking them off and onto the floor.)

Sid Carmack: What a cheap shot!

Art Campbell: Cheap shot? There’s no rules in this match!

(As both members of NR begin to get up, Kurt lifts Laura up into a press slam position. He then tosses her over the top rope and onto both members, sending them down to the floor. Laura starts hammering on Big Boss and Kaoss gets out on the ring apron. Once Rampage gets to his feet, Kaoss jumps off and nails him with an ax handle smash.(

Art Campbell: Oh boy, here we go. This match is spilling to the outside!

(Kaoss grabs Rampage and after slamming his head off of the announcers table, he rolls him back into the ring. Kaoss gets Rampage and sends him into the ropes, as he comes off the ropes, he lands a big boot to the mouth. Outside of the ring, Laura picks up a steel chair and slams it over the bag of Big Boss. She hits him with it again and then rolls him back into the ring, while also sliding the steel chain in as well. Kurt grabs Big Boss and sets him up in the corner, down in a sitting position. He then picks up the steel chair and holds it in front of his face. Laura charges and does and diving dropkick to the chair, into Boss’ face.)

Art Campbell: That might knock a few teeth out!

Sid Carmack: Look at this! This is so unfair!

Art Campbell: It is not! This is a tornado match, everything goes!

(Kaoss drags him out and then drops a big elbow drop into the heart of Boss. Laura goes over and gets Rampage up to his feet. She hits him with a few right hand shots, until Kurt gets up makes his way over. The two of them grab Rampage and send him into the ropes. As he comes off the ropes, they give him a double drop toe hold and he goes face first into the steel chair.)

Art Campbell: Quite the innovative move right there!

Sid Carmack: Come on, NR, get back in this thing! You can’t lose to that giant wale and a woman!

Art Campbell: Would you stop!

(Kaoss turns his attention back to Boss who is still down. Kaoss shoots himself into the ropes and connects with a big splash. He goes for the pin …)

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Kickout at 2 ½!

(Laura drags Rampage up to his feet and sends him into the corner. Kaoss gets up and charges at Rampage and squashes him into the corner. He falls face first to the mat and Kaoss drags him out and turns him over. Laura goes up to the tope rope and then nails him with a moonsault. She gets up and Laura and Kurt give each other a big double high five.)

Sid Carmack: Getting a little too big for their britches it seems!

Art Campbell: They are in complete control here.

(Rampage rolls out of the ring and Laura and Kurt get Big Boss up to his feet. Boss starts to fight back, pushing Laura away and nailing Kurt with a right hand. He hits Kaoss with a few more, rocking him, until Laura gets back up and grabs the steel chair. She nails Big Boss in the back of the leg with it, sending him down to one knee. Kaoss then delivers a big kick to the mouth of Boss, sending him down to his feet. Kurt goes for a pin …)

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Kickout!

Art Campbell: You’ve gotta wonder, how much longer Necessary Roughness can take this kinda punishment.

Sid Carmack: They won’t much longer. They’ll get back into this match and win it.

Art Campbell: Bold statement.

(Kurt and Laura begin to get him up, when Rampage rolls into the ring with a steel chain wrapped around his fist. He nails Laura in the back with a punch, sending her down to her hands and knees. By the time Kurt looks to see what happened, Rampage nails him in the head with a hard right hand, with the chain. He stands over Kaoss and begins to nail him with shot after shot, in the head, splitting him open.)

Sid Carmack: And we’ve got blood! Yes! Kick his ass, Rampage!

Art Campbell: You are sickening sometimes, you know that?

(As Rampage continues to bloody Kaoss, we suddenly see the man in black, that has been getting involved with the matches with these two,  slide into the ring.

Art Campbell: Who the hell is that!?!

Sid Carmack: I don’t know but someone get him out of the ring!

(He picks up the steel chair and smashes it over Rampage’s back. Boss gets to his feet and the person nails him in the head with the chair, too. He rolls out of the ring and looks under the ring apron.)

Sid Carmack: THIS IS NOT RIGHT!!!!

Art Campbell: I don’t know who this is or what their business is but someone needs to get out here and get them out of here.

(They pulls out the barbwire bat and barwire kendo stick that are trademarks of Laura and Kurt. He slides the bat in to Kurt and he picks it up. Laura rolls in with her kendo stick. They both stand there and wait for NR to get to their feet. They both get up at the same time and turn around. Laura nails Rampage in the stomach with the kendo stick and Kurt drills Big Boss in the midsection with the bat. They then, simultaneously, smash each member of NR over the back with them. They make the pin at the same time, pinning both members of NR …)

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3!!!

Sid Carmack: This is a bunch of bullshit!!!

Art Campbell: I haven’t got the slightest idea what’s going on here. Damage Inc. has won but not without some assistance from this man in black.

Sid Carmack: I can’t believe this!

(The person in black slides into the ring and stands in front of Laura and Kurt. Laura and Kurt both look at each other for a moment, as if they are confused.)

Art Campbell: Laura and Kurt have no idea what’s going on either.

(Suddenly they both smirk and look back at the person. They give him a double high five.)

Sid Carmack: THEY DO TOO! LOOK AT THIS! A BUNCH OF CHEATERS!

(The person gets in between them and Kurt and Laura grab onto the black ski-mask that he has on. They, at once, pull it off and reveals …)

Sid Carmack: What in the hell!?

Art Campbell: That’s … FUZZ FROM THE PWSWF?!

Sid Carmack: SOMEONE GET SECURITY!

(The three of them raise their hands in the air, as the crowd explodes in cheers.)

Art Campbell: FUZZ! A FORMER PWSWF WORLD CHAMPION! A FORMER PWSWF TV CHAMPION! A FORMER PWSWF TAG TEAM CHAMPION! IT'S BEEN HIM ALL ALONG! HE’S IN THE PWSR NOW?!!?

Sid Carmack: I don’t care why he’s here! He ruined a great match! He screwed Necessary Roughness!

Art Campbell: Ladies and gentlemen, I am shocked! What a turn of events this is!

Winners: Damage Inc. via pinfall.

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(Our scene is black. But we hear rattling sounds and some rustling around. Some whispering can be heard from beyond the darkness, and then the voice of a man.)

Man: Wha..

(More whispering from the darkness as the chains rattle loudly as though someone is trying to break free from them.)

Man: Where the hell am I? What happened? Hello?!

(Suddenly a light flickers from off screen and shines a light on a chained up Josiah Cena.)

Josiah Cena: You son of a bitch! Let me out of here! Where are we?!

(The camera spins to see an evil grin on the face of the man they call Soul Damage.)

Soul Damage: I thought you liked CHAINS Josiah!

(Soul Damage laughs maniacally. Josiah tries to lunge at Soul Damage.)

Josiah Cena: Look man, I know you’re a little disturbed… but you can’t just go around doing things like this. You gotta’ let me go man, or you’re gonna’ wish you were never born, or spawned, or however you got here. Where are we, Soul Damage?

Soul Damage: Welcome to Parts Unknown, Cena…

Josiah Cena: Part Unkno… Man. Let me go. Why are you doing this?

Soul Damage: The reason I do EVERYTHING I do Josiah. Because Father asked me to do it.

(Josiah looks confused.)

Josiah Cena: Who the hell is father?! Look. Let me talk to “Father”. Where is he?

(Soul Damage laughs for a second before answering.)

Soul Damage: He’s right behind you.

(Cena turns around to look and his face turns pale white.)

Josiah Cena: What the ffff…

(Soul Damage kicks Cena in the back of the head, knocking him out before standing over him, laughing. The scene fades to black.)

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Triple Threat Match
Intercontinental Championship #1 Contender Match
Marcus Cage vs. Antonio Banks vs. Tony Angel

Skylar Mosier: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

(“Twilight Zone” by 2 Unlimited begins to play.)

Skylar Mosier: Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing 218 pounds … Marcus Cage!

(He slaps hands with some fans on his way to the ring. He slides in and waits for Angel and Banks.)

Skylar Mosier: And his opponent …

(“Only The Strongest Will Survive” by Breaking Benjamin starts to play over the speakers.)

Skylar Mosier: From Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 224 pounds .. Tony Angel!

(He makes his way to the ring, scowling the entire time. He gets into the ring and stares down Cage. “I’m Coming” by Slikk The Shocker starts to play, breaking the stare down.)

Skylar Mosier: And their opponent, from Miami, Florida, weighing 252 pounds … Antonio Banks!

(Banks also slaps hands with some of the fans before rolling into the ring. He gets to his feet and the three of them take separate corners. The bell rings and Banks goes right at Cage and delivers a boot to the midsection. He hits him with a few quick punches as Angel starts to make his way over. Banks turns around and nails Angel with a right hand, staggering him back a couple steps. Banks grabs Cage and Irish whips him right into Angel. Banks goes back and forth, hitting Cage and Angel with some punches, trying to wear both of them down. Banks comes up behind Cage and rolls him up in a school boy …)

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(Angel breaks it up with a kick to the head of Banks.)

Art Campbell: Looks like Banks was trying to end this one quickly. Maybe a little too quickly.

Sid Carmack: What an idiot. That’s obviously not going to be enough.

(Angel gets Banks up and then rolls him up into a small package …)

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(Cage breaks it up. He comes from behind Angel and then rolls him up into a school boy pin …)

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(Banks pulls him off to break it up.)

Art Campbell: I think those are the quickest 3 pinfalls I’ve ever seen.

Sid Carmack: It was different, that was for sure.

(Cage and Angel both get to their feet. Cage hits Banks with a clothesline and then turns around and nails Angel with one too. Cage then starts to lay the boots to Banks for a bit, before returning his attention to Angel. He grabs him and sends him into the ropes. Cage charges and clotheslines Angel over the top rope and to the outside of the ring. Cage goes over and nails a few more boots to Banks, to make sure he is down. Cage looks out of the ring and sees Angel getting to his feet. Marcus shoots himself into the ropes and then does a suicide dive over the top rope and onto Angel.)

Art Campbell: What a move by Marcus Cage!

Sid Carmack: Yeah, a dumb move. Why take a risk like that so early into the match?

Art Campbell: He’s trying to take Angel out of the equation, quickly. Is it risky to do so that way? Yes but it’s also high reward as well if pulled off right.

(They both lay there for a few seconds before Cage begins to stir. He gets to his feet and then gets Tony Angel up as well. He starts to bring him towards the ring, more, when out of nowhere, off the top rope, Banks comes flying off with a cross body, landing on both of them and taking them out.)

Art Campbell: And now Banks flies! The action is quick and high impact, here early!

Sid Carmack: Both of these men want that IC Title shot against the champ. But only 1 will get it. And that man will be Tony Angel!

Art Campbell: You sucking up to a Lucifer Effect member? Shocking.

(Banks is the first one up out of the three and Cage begins to stir as well. Banks grabs him and rolls him into the ring. Banks goes for the pin …)

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Kickout!

(Banks gets him up to his feet and then takes him down with a snapmere. He follows it up with a dropkick to the back of the head to Cage. He pulls him down and goes for another pin …)

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Kickout!

Art Campbell: Banks is really looking to put this thing away. He’s fallen on some tough luck since returning to the PWSR a few months ago against The Alpha Dog.

Sid Carmack: I don’t think it’s tough luck. I think it’s that he just stinks now.

Art Campbell: Would you stop!

(Banks gets him up and sends him into the corner. He charges but Cage gets a foot up into the face of Antonio. Cage runs out of the corner and takes Banks out at the knee with a low dropkick. Cage goes for the quick pin ..)

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Kickout!

(Cage gets Banks up off the mat. He scoops him up and plants him down with a slam. He then runs and springboards off the ropes into a splash. He hooks the leg of Banks …)

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Kickout!

Art Campbell: These guys are going for pinfalls at a massive rate here in this match.

Sid Carmack: Well with there being a third man that’s always a wildcard, you gotta try to put the other away while you can.

Art Campbell: Very true. With Angel out of the ring right now, Cage and Banks are trying to win this match.

(Cage sits him up and pulls back on Banks’ arms, while driving his head into Antonio’s back. He keeps it locked in for a while until he sees Angel get up on the ring apron. He lets go of the hold and charges at Angel but Angel ducks between the ropes and drives his shoulder into Cage’s midsection. Angel gets into the ring and then nails Cage with a standing dropkick. Banks gets to his feet and Angel then connects with an Enziguri. He picks Banks up and then tosses him to the outside of the ring. Angel looks over and sees Cage still down and goes for the pin …)

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Kickout!

(He sits Cage up and then gives him a stiff kick to the spine. He delivers another one and then gets Cage up to his feet. Angel hits him with some knife edge chops and then slams his head into the turnbuckle. Angel starts laying into Cage with some boots the midsection. Angel lifts Cage up and sets him on the top turnbuckle. Cage starts to fight back with some right hand shots but Angel gives him a rake to the eyes. Angel climbs up to the second rope and positions Cage for a superplex but Banks gets back into the ring and nails Angel from behind with a shot to the back. Banks positions himself under Angel and power bombs him off of the ropes.)

Art Campbell: That one had some force behind it! He drilled Tony Angel into the mat!

Sid Carmack: Where the hell did Banks come from anyways? He was outside the ring last I saw him.

Art Campbell: Antonio is as quick as a cat. He can come out of nowhere.

(Banks then climbs up to the second rope and gets Cage positioned for a superplex. Antonio tries numerous times but Cage blocks it. Angel gets back to his feet and positions himself under Banks and lifts him up on his shoulders in an electric chair position. Cage flies off the top rope and nails Banks with a cross body but rolls off, holding onto his ribs. Angel pins Banks …)

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Kickout!

Art Campbell: Oh man, I thought Tony Angel had the match there. Cage connected big time with that cross body.

Sid Carmack: Yeah and it looks like it hurt the idiot just as much.

(Angel gets Banks up to his feet and sends him into the ropes and runs into the other set of ropes. They both get the same idea and hit each other with a clothesline. All three men lay in the ring.)

Art Campbell: Ladies and gentlemen, we are witnessing one hell of a contest!

Sid Carmack: We sure are. Now to make it better, Angel just needs to get the pin and the win!

Art Campbell: No matter who wins this, this is a great match.

(Banks rolls out of the ring as Cage gets to his feet. Cage gets Angel up and nails in the back of the head with repeated elbow shots. Cage then runs into the ropes and nails him with a knee lift to the mouth. Cage grabs Angel and sends him into the ropes. As he comes off the ropes, he nails him with a spinning heel kick. Banks slides into the ring and charges at Cage but gets hit with a clothesline. Angel begins to get up and Cage runs into the ropes and nails him with a bulldog.)

Art Campbell: Marcus Cage is on fire here!

(Cage makes the pin on Angel …)

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Kickout at 2 ½!

Sid Carmack: Phew! That was a close one!

Art Campbell: Starting to sweat a little, Sid?

Sid Carmack: Huh? What? Oh, of course not!

Art Campbell: Riiiiiiiight.

(Cage looks over and sees Banks down. He crawls over and hooks Antonio’s leg for a pin …)

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Kickout!

(Cage gets Angel up and tosses him to the outside of the ring. Banks gets up and once Cage turns around, Antonio gives him a kick to the stomach. He the sends Cage into the corner. Banks charges and drives his shoulder into the midsection of Cage. Antonio goes back to the other corner of the ring. He charges again and goes to drive his shoulder into Cage’s midsection again but Cage moves this time and Banks goes crashing into the steel ring post. Cage pulls Banks out away from the ropes and hits him with the “Shock Therapy.” He hooks the leg …)

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(Angel rushes into the ring to try to break up the pin.)
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(Angel hits Cage but not in time. Cage rolls out of the ring, raising his arms in the sky.)

Art Campbell: He did it! Marcus Cage is the new #1 contender for the Intercontinental Championship!

Sid Carmack: No way! Angel broke the pin in time!

Art Campbell: He clearly did not! He was a split second too slow.

Sid Carmack: This is terrible! Angel was screwed!

Art Campbell: You are so ridiculous sometimes! Anyways, what a huge win for Marcus Cage, here. He will go on to get a shot at the IC Title. What a match!

Winner: Marcus Cage via pinfall.

Aftermath: Angel stands in the ring, furious, with his hands on his hips. We see a ruckus in the fans and suddenly someone jumps into the ring, behind Angel.

Sid Carmack: Who the hell!?

Art Campbell: That's ... MAKUA KOA! HE'S BACK!

(He grabs Angel from behind and hits him with "The Way Of The Warrior." Makua stands up and looks over the fallen, Tony Angel.)

Art Campbell: Makua Koa is back and it looks like he has his sights set on Tony Angel!

Sid Carmack: This idiot is gonna pay for messing with the Lucifer Effect!

(Makua raises his arms in the air as the fans go nuts.)

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PWSR No Limits Championship
Drake DeMarco vs. The Alpha Dog (c)

("Missing Time" by MDFMK begins to play on the P.A systems and white mist begins to pollute the entrance ramp as white flashing lights penetrate the mist as well as all over the arena. Skylar makes the proper introduction)

Skylar Mosier: Making his way to the ring, From Bridgeport, Connecticut, weighing in at 220 lbs. He is the first ever 2009 PWS Battlebowl Winner, DRAKE...DEMARCOOOO!!

(Moments later, a form can be seen within the mist and slowly comes out Drake DeMarco. He stays there on the entrance ramp and smirks sarcastically as he runs his own finger tips down his abs as he does a soft hip thrust. He looks around and nods before walk down the ramp and glaring at the ring. When he arrives at ringside he positions himself to slap a fan causing the fan to flinch. Drake chuckles as he instantly goes on top of the ring apron using his knees then stands up on it. He goes through the ropes and goes on the nearest turnbuckle while slowly swinging his hips as he rubs his abs. He gives everyone the finger as he shows off the PWS 2009 Battlebowl Championship Ring. He smirks once again before hoping off of the turnbuckle awaiting for his opponent. As he waits, he uses his hands to get the bits and strands of hair out of his face. "Wrong Or Right" By DMX begins to play over the speakers in the arena, as the fans begin to actually give off a mixed reaction to Alpha's music.)

Skylar Mosier: And his opponent. From Detroit, Michigan .. Weighing in at 275 lbs. He is the reigning PWSR No Limits Champion … The Alpha Dog!

(Alpha walks down the ramp, never taking his eyes off of Drake the entire time. He gets up on the ring apron and steps through the middle rope.)

Art Campbell: Here we go ladies and gentlemen. This is going to be nothing less than a knock down, drag out, fight.

(Alpha and Drake circle around each other, keeping their eyes locked. They go to lock up but Alpha steps back and smacks Drake across the face. “OHHH”s from the fans in the crowd rain throughout the arena. Drake holds on to his mouth and just nods his head and then mouths the words “Ok, you got that one.” Drake calls for another lock up and just as they do so, Drake pulls back and slaps Alpha across the face this time. “OHHH”s fill the arena once again, as Alpha puts his hand to his mouth.)

Art Campbell: This match is set to blow up any second now.

Sid Carmack: Yeah, and when it does, we better take for cover because these two are going to take anything and everything out, in their way.

(Alpha smirks and says “That’s all you got?” And the two begin to circle each other once again. They lock up for real this time and Alpha delivers a knee to the midsection of Drake. He then nails him with a hard club to the back, sending Drake to his knees. Alpha stands behind him and delivers some clubbing forearm shots across the face of DeMarco. Alpha grabs Drake by the hair and pulls him to his feet. He drives his elbow into the back, sending DeMarco back to his knees. Alpha shoves him down and then puts him in a sitting position. Alpha places his knee into the back of Drake and then pulls back on both of his arms.)

Art Campbell: Alpha, really seeming to focus on the back of DeMarco. He is pulling back hard on the arms of Drake.

Sid Carmack: This feud that has developed between the two of them has gotten personal.

Art Campbell: Hell, it was personal from the beginning. That’s why it’s boiled over so much now.

(Alpha releases the submission and shoves drake down to the mat. He covers him and hooks a leg …)

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Kickout!

Art Campbell: That’s not going to be nearly enough to keep Drake down.

Sid Carmack: I’m sure it’s all part of Alpha’s way of getting into Drake’s head. He knows that won’t keep him down for the three.

(Alpha gets up and begins to bring Drake to his feet but Drake delivers a punch to the gut of Alpha. Drake hits him with a couple more but Alpha fires back with a right hand of his own. He pulls Drake to his feet and shoves him into the corner. He drives his shoulder into the midsection of Drake once and then does it one more time. Drake stumbles out of the corner, holding onto his stomach. Alpha grabs Drake and sends him into the ropes. As Drake comes off the ropes, Alpha meets him with an elbow the mouth. He makes another pin attempt …)

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Kickout!

Art Campbell: Alpha seems to be in complete control right now.

Sid Carmack: It seems like it so far but there’s no way Drake will lay down this easy after all they’ve put each other through.

(As Alpha begins to get Drake up to his feet, Drake grabs a handful of Alpha’s trunks and flings him through the 2nd rope and to the outside of the ring. Alpha goes crashing hard to the outside, allowing Drake the time he needs to regain his bearings and get to his feet. Drake goes to the outside and gets Alpha to his feet. He leads him over to the ring steps and bounces his head off of them. Drake slams Alpha’s head off of them once more and then rolls him back into the ring.)

Art Campbell: Looks like Drake has found the opening he needed to get back into this match.

Sid Carmack: Yes sir. This match is fixing to get quite interesting now, I think.

(Drake slides in and gets Alpha up. He nails him with a few right hand punches and then attempts to send him into the ropes but Alpha reverses it. As Drake comes off the ropes, Alpha floats around behind him and locks him into a sleeper hold.)

Art Campbell: Oh man, a sleeper has been locked in by The Alpha Dog. This doesn’t look good for Drake.

Sid Carmack: That is one strong sleeper hold, too. Look at the massive arms of the Alpha Dog wrapped around the chin and head of Drake DeMarco.

Art Campbell: I’m sure glad I’m out here and not in Drake’s shoes right now, that’s for sure.

(Drake tries to fight his way to the ropes but Alpha uses his strength advantage to keep Drake away from them. It seems like Drake is about to fade out when he reaches up, grabbing Alpha’s head and then drops to his butt, connecting with a desperation jawbreaker. Alpha staggers back a couple of steps, holding onto his jaw and mouth.)

Art Campbell: Drake found a very inventive way to get out of that. It seemed as though he was almost out of it.

Sid Carmack: Can you imagine how much Alpha would rub that in the face of Drake? Drake wasn’t going to allow himself to pass out.

(Drake gets to his feet and gives Alpha a kick to the midsection. He then grabs Alpha’s arm and sends him into the ropes. As Alpha comes off the ropes, Drake catches him with a spinning heal kick, catching him right in the mouth. Drake goes for the pin …)

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Kickout!

(DeMarco brings Alpha to his feet and attempts to send him into the ropes but Alpha reverses it. As Drake comes off the ropes, Alpha swings at him with a clothesline but Drake ducks under it. Drake stops himself from going into the ropes and when Alpha turns around, Drake nails him with a big standing dropkick. Drake tries for another pin …)

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Art Campbell: Drake DeMarco seems to be on a roll here against The Alpha Dog, now.

Sid Carmack: He sure does. And he’s trying everything he can to keep him down.


(Drake gets up to argue with the referee and while he does so, Alpha crawls away and goes into a sitting position in the corner to try and catch a breather. Drake turns his attention back to Alpha and makes his way towards him. Drake delivers a stiff kick to the chest and then gets Alpha back to his feet. Drake hits him with a few right hands and then goes to send him into the ropes but Alpha reverses it, shooting Drake into the ropes. As he comes off the ropes, he slides between the legs of Alpha. He pops up and then locks him into a sleeper hold.)

Art Campbell: And now Drake DeMarco has a sleeper locked in on Alpha!

Sid Carmack: This isn’t good for Alpha Dog!

(Before Drake can have it locked in too long, Alpha swings around and gives Drake a back suplex, getting him to break the hold. Alpha drapes an arm over the chest of Drake, going for a pin ..)

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(Alpha brings Drake to his feet. Alpha lifts him up and then plants him with a back breaker. Alpha holds him over his knee, and pushes down on the legs and head of Drake, putting immense pressure on the lower back. Alpha shoves him off and then hooks the leg for another pin attempt ..)

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Art Campbell: Drake’s back has got to be killing him right now. Alpha has been seemingly targeting it from the get go.

Sid Carmack: That’s one of the beautiful things about a guy like Alpha. He picks a body part and he locks in on it. He’s relentless!

Art Campbell: And the same can be said about a guy like Drake.

Sid Carmack: Absolutely. That’s why these are two of my favorite guys!

(Alpha gets Drake up to his feet and grabs him from behind. He goes to deliver a belly to back suplex but Drake lands on his feet. Alpha turns around and Drake gives him a kick to the stomach. He then gets Alpha up and drives him into the mat with a brain buster. Drake goes for a pin attempt …)

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Art Campbell: What a brain buster but Drake DeMarco. I’m surprised he got Alpha up, considering how much Alpha’s been working on that back.

Sid Carmack: Drake’s real strength comes from within him! He can do anything he believes he can.

(Drake slaps the mat in frustration and gets to his feet. He grabs Alpha by the head and brings him up to his feet. Alpha nails Drake in the stomach with an elbow. Alpha then hits him with a right hand punch, rocking DeMarco. Alpha grabs him and nails him with a head butt. He swings at Drake, going for a clothesline but Drake ducks it and nails Alpha with “The Essence Of Rage.” Drake goes for another pin …)

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Art Campbell: I thought it was over Sid. That is one of Drake’s signature moves.

Sid Carmack: The pride that these two have, won’t allow them to lose this match.

(Drake gets up and then goes over to the corner. He climbs up the ropes and goes to the top. Drake flies off, landing a beautiful moonsault onto the fallen Alpha Dog. Drake hooks the leg …)

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Art Campbell: Alpha just won’t give up!

Sid Carmack: Drake is pulling everything out of his bag, trying to keep Alpha down.

Art Campbell: And so far, nothing has seemingly worked.

(Drake storms to his feet and starts yelling at the ref to count faster. Drake goes back up to the top rope and waits for Alpha to get to his feet. Once he does, Drake jumps off with a flying cross body but Alpha catches and then drills him into the mat with a fall away slam. Both men lay in the ring, warn out.)

Art Campbell: These guys are laying it all on the line, folks. What a match!

Sid Carmack: I knew this was going to be great. Two of the best this company has ever seen, going at it for the No Limits Title!

(Both of them make their way to their feet and Drake swings at Alpha but Alpha ducks it. Alpha then drives his knee into the lower back of Drake. He follows it up with some forearm shots to the back, sending DeMarco down to one knee. Alpha climbs up the 2nd rope and sits on the top, waiting for DeMarco to get up. Drake regains his bearing and rushes over as Alpha stands up on the ropes. Drake hits Alpha with a punch to the throat. He lifts Alpha off the ropes, on his shoulders and then nails him with the “Sexecution.” Drake hooks a leg …)

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Art Campbell: It’s over! What a finish to a tremendously competitive match.

Sid Carmack: I thought Alpha was about to take control of the match and out of nowhere, Drake hits him with the “Sexecution”!

Art Campbell: Once Alpha comes to, he is going to be furious. Not only did he lose to the guy he despises but he lost the title as well.

Sid Carmack: Well, not to bad mouth Alpha or anything but he DID bring it upon himself, as far as the title loss. He offered to put it on the line.

Art Campbell: That is true. And I have a feeling this isn’t the last time we will see the two of them square off.

Sid Carmack: That’s for sure. Alpha is going to want a shot at getting that title. On the other side of things … Congrats to Drake DeMarco! His first big title win since coming back to the PWSR!

Art Campbell: We will never hear the end of this.

Winner: Drake DeMarco via pinfall and NEW PWSR No Limits Champion!!!

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(The camera pans to Art and Sid at the announce table.)

Art Campbell: Good lord, what a night of action we've seen and the best is still yet to come.

Sid Carmack: A triangle ladder match for the Tag Titles ... Daz vs Trisha Lee ... And the Iron Man match between The Rev and Alamar! This is gonna be great!

Art Campbell: Absolutely. Some very heated match ups coming up.

Sid Carmack: And speaking of heating up ... We've got some hot ladies about to grace our presents!

Art Campbell: That we do. For those not aware what my partner is talking about, we are about to see the Miss Independence 2010 bikini contest.

Sid Carmack: I've been waiting for this moment ever since it was announced!

Art Campbell: I'm sure you have. Lets kick it into the ring, where Marcus Cage, the host of the event, is standing in the ring!

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(We cut to the ring. Marcus Cage is standing in the ring with nine ladies from the PWS company. The women are wearing bathrobes, and Marcus is holding onto a mic.)

Marcus Cage: Just when you thought it couldn’t get any hotter in this world, the ladies of PWS are going to do just that. That’s right, it’s time once again, for the PWS Miss Independence Bikini Contest.

(He let the fans cheer their approval, and waited for them to quiet down before continuing.)

Marcus Cage: At ring side here, are three judges. Give a hand to Daz, Chaz Holiday, and Chris Wylde.

(Daz, Chaz, and Wylde were sitting at at long table, with score cards in front of them. They waved to the fans, as they took in the cheers.)

Marcus Cage: I would like to tell the judges to make sure they cast their vote based on who they feel has the whole package. Grace, beauty, style, and class. Now, why don’t we get on with the contest huh?

(The fans erupted in cheers until, "Overrated" by Three Days Grace began to play. Dave Diamond made his way out to the ring side area, to a chorus of boos, holding a microphone.)

Dave: This won’t continue, unless I am named as a fourth special judge. I won’t have this contest tarnished by the fact that all three judges, have a vendetta against Trisha to some degree, and will probably be too busy slipping on their own drool to pay attention.

Marcus Cage: Well, sit down somewhere, and try not to cum in your pants.

(Dave sat down, at the end of the table, as Marcus continued.)

Marcus Cage: OK, Roxxi Rockstar, you are first.

(She stepped forward, as music that would be found in a 70’s porn movie began playing. She started swaying from side to side, as she removed her robe, to reveal her bikini.)

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(The fans, males especially, began to hoot and holler at Roxxi, who did a short dance, before ending with a pose on the ropes.)

Marcus Cage: You may not be tired now, but you will be, Roxxi. Because you will be running through my mind all day. Now, I’ll give the judges a chance to score you, before we move on. Wylde, so far so good, huh?

(Chris smirked and nodded his head. After a few moments, Marcus looked at Bree Firebird.)

Marcus Cage: Bree, you’re up next.

(The same music that played before, started playing again, as Bree stood still and quickly removed her robe.)

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(The fans erupted with cheers, again, the males out weighed the females. Bree didn’t move like Roxxie, but she stood in the center of the ring, and began posing. She turned around and started shaking her butt. She bent over as the music stopped, ending her routine. She winked between her legs, before standing back up, and taking her place beside Roxxi.)

Marcus Cage: Whoa, before I make a comment, I need to check on Dave Diamond. Dave, you doing OK?

(Marcus looked out at Dave, who’s jaw was open, and some drool was forming in the corner of his mouth.)

Marcus Cage: Someone check to see if Dave’s still alive. We don’t need him having a heart attack now. Wylde, who was sitting between Diamond and Daz, waved his hand in front of Dave, who quickly snapped back to reality.

Marcus Cage: Welcome back. Fill out your score card, so we can move on. I know Chris is hoping to see some boobs.

(Chris gave a thumbs up. After the scoring for Bree was done, Miss Puppies stepped forward.)

Marcus Cage: Miss Puppies, when the music starts, you may disrobe.

(The music started, and Miss Puppies slowly let her robe slide off, revealing her bikini.)

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(She began moving rapidly, making big, swaying movements. She dropped to her knees, and ran her hands over her body. She began grinding along the mat, to the delight of the fans. When the music stopped, she stood up, and winked at the fans, before walking back to stand beside Bree.)

Marcus Cage: Whoa, I had no idea you were a professional stripper. You have got some moves, girl. Let’s restart Dave, and get on with the scoring.

(Dave seemed to be lost in his fantasy with Miss Puppies, when Wylde grabbed his glass of water, and poured it on Dave’s pants. He snapped back to reality again, and with a shaking hand, he scores his card.)

Marcus Cage: Okay, Nicki, if you would step forward. I’m expecting BIG things from you.

(The music started playing again, and she took her time, disrobing. The fans erupted as she revealed her choice.)

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(She stood in the middle of the ring, and began doing muscle poses, showing off her natural curves, and her muscles.)

Marcus Cage: Dear God, please give us a wardrobe malfunction.

(The music stopped, and she was standing in the center, with her arms up, and a big smile on her face.)

Marcus Cage: I like the camouflage. Have you ever given a salute without using your hands? Because I certainly am.

(She stepped back, as Marcus Cage turned his attention to the judges.)

Marcus Cage: Judges, try to focus on scoring so we can move on to the beauties that haven’t gone yet. But I think I’ll need a few minutes myself, so take your time.

(Marcus looked up into the rafters, with a dazed looked on his face, and huge grin. After a few minutes, he looked back at the judges.)

Marcus Cage: Are we ready judges?

(They all nodded as Marcus turned back to the girls.)

Marcus Cage: Up next, is Jade Andrews. Jade?

(Jade stepped forward and  disrobed.)

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(The music played, but jade just stood there with her hands on her hips. She looked around, as some people cheered for her bikini and body, but most were booing her lack of action. She continued standing there until her time was up. She put her robe back on, and stepped back in line.)

Marcus Cage: OK? Judges, did you score Jade?

(They nodded. Jade stepped forward again and took Marcus’ mic.)

Jade Andrews: You know, I agreed to do this, to represent Lucifer Effect, but your silly comments, and the skanks who have gone before me, ruined this for me. So I don’t really care about this, and I don’t care about you.

(She drops the mic, and leaves the ring. She makes her way to the back, as Marcus picks up the mic and brushes it off.)

Marcus Cage: Well, I guess Jade Andrews has removed herself from this contest. Well, let’s not keep the people waiting. Please welcome a familiar face from PWSX fame, Serenity.

(Serenity stepped forward, and nodded to Marcus. The music started, and she began to dance slowly, disrobing as she went.)

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(The fans certainly liked what they saw too as they gave their approval. She shimmed a bit, making sure to give Marcus and the judges the best view. When the music ended, she waved at the fans, and stepped back with the other girls.)

Marcus Cage: Grant me Serenity to think of something other then Serenity. I’m going to need a cold shower after that one. You’re awesome, babe. Thanks for doing this.

(She smiled and nodded. The judges scored Serenity, and gave Marcus the go ahead to continue.)

Marcus Cage: Only three more left, let’s get the 2009 Miss Independence up here to go next, shall we?

(Candy stepped forward, and smiled shyly. The music hit, and she disrobed, as the cheers became deafening.)

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(She began posing in a sexy, but classy way. Almost model like. Marcus was mesmerized by her. The audience and judges seemed captivated by her movements, graceful and refined. When it the music stopped, Candy started jumping up and down, and clapping. Marcus, Daz, Wylde, and Dave were all bobbing their heads along with her.)

Marcus Cage: Me Tarzan, you Jane.

(Candy laughed, as Trisha stepped forward, and shoved her aside.)

Trisha: Move over. It’s time for Sheer Perfection.

Marcus Cage: Trisha, there was no need to shove her. Her turn was over, and besides, Skylar is up next.

Trisha: She can wait. I’m the major talent. If she wants to earn the big money for asking stupid questions, she should join the cast of the view.

Marcus Cage: I apologize Skylar, if you wouldn’t mind waiting one more turn, since Trisha is insisting on going next.

(Skylar shook her head, signaling she didn’t mind waiting.)

Marcus Cage: OK, have the judges scored Candy?

(They all nod their heads. At least it might have been a nod, or they could have still been bobbing from Candy.)

Marcus Cage: OK, Trisha, if you would please, take your turn when the music starts.

(The music began and her robe was dropped to the mat.)

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(The fans began whistling, as Marcus couldn’t help but admire what he saw. She began to model a bit, shaking and dancing when needed, but focusing on poise, and style. When the music stopped, she acted like she was going to flirt with Marcus, by running her hand over his face, only to smack him across the face.)

Marcus Cage: Awww, you remembered how I liked it.

(Trisha shook her head, and got a scowl on her face. The audience and the other ladies, and even the judges, laughed.)

Marcus Cage: OK, once I get the go ahead from our judges, our very own, Skylar will go next.

(Skylar stepped forward and waited for her que.)

Marcus Cage: Just so you know, it broke my heart when you didn’t compete last year.

(She frowned a bit.)

Marcus Cage: I’m sure you’ll make up for it now though. So when the music starts, do your thing.

(She perked up a bit, as the music began. She disrobed, and Chaz fell out of his seat.)

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(The fans were about screamed out by this point, as they were hooting and hollering for Skylar.)

Marcus Cage: It’s like looking into the sun, it could make you go blind, but you just gotta keep staring.

(Skylar, though looking young, seemed to manuver around the ring like a professional model. Equal to Trisha in poise. When the music stopped, she stopped and stepped back. Marcus held his hand up to shield his eyes, and nodded at Skylar.)

Marcus Cage: OK, now the judges will score Skylar, then deliberate to talley up the scores, and determine the winner. Until then, let’s hear it for the lovely ladies of the PWS. Suddenly, PWSR’s Revolution’s theme begins playing, as Lenny Jennings comes out, staggering around, in a bathrobe. He slides into the ring, and steps up to Marcus.

Marcus Cage: Lenny, are you ok?

Lenny: No, I’m *hic* not. I think it’s wrong that *hic*. That… that this is only for women.

Marcus Cage: Well, it’s the MISS Independence bikini contest.

Lenny: Well, I want my chance to be *hic* purrdyful.

Marcus Cage: I don’t think ANYONE here wants to see you in a bikini.

Lenny: You can’t stop me from competing. It’s my right as a free man.

Marcus Cage: Is Lenny right? We are here celebrating an event that expresses our freedoms, that so many men and women fought hard for, yet we can’t give this poor hobo a chance to be someone? Have we really become a society that takes freedom for granted?

(Marcus looked at the ladies.)

Marcus Cage: Nope. Sorry Lenny.

(Lenny pushed Marcus’ arm away, as he tried to direct Lenny out of the ring.)

Marcus Cage: Fine, if you want to embarrass yourself that badly, then do it.

(The music started again, as Lenny began to disrobe. He seemed to have some trouble, getting it off, but when he did, the crowd could barely stomach it. Marcus grabbed one of the robes, and held it up so that most of the ladies could cover their heads with it. The music stopped, and Marcus grabbed Lenny’s robe, and tackled him to the ground, trying to make sure he was covered.)

Marcus Cage: Don’t EVER do that again Lenny. Now stand in the far corner, and lets get to the results.

(Before he could go further, Roxxi Carter made her way down to the ring. She too was wearing a robe.)

Marcus Cage: For the love of tits, what’s going on. Late entries aren’t allowed.

(Roxxi climbed into the ring and walked over to Marcus.)

Roxxi: Well, since I wasn’t offered an invitation, I had to crash it. And since Lenny got a fair shot, I think I should get one too.

Marcus Cage: And I think next year, we should get some security to keep you and Lenny away.

Roxxi: Hit it.

(The music played, as Roxxi disrobed, and Daz, Chaz, Wylde, and Marcus all began to dry heave. The ladies turned away, and only Dave Diamond seemed unaffected by it. When the music stopped, Marcus draped her robe over her shoulders. Dave stood up.)

Dave: She’s the winner. I don’t care what anyone else says, Roxxi Carter is the winner.

(She began blushing, and thanking Dave, as she left the ring, and together with Dave, they left to the backstage area. The three remaining judges tallied the score and handed it to Marcus. Marcus read it, and his eyes got wide.)

Marcus Cage: Are you sure?

Chaz: That’s how the scores came out.

Daz: The final few points made the difference.

Chris: Make the announcement.

Marcus Cage: OK, the winner of this years Miss Independence Bikini Contest is…. CANDY!!!!!

(She began jumping up and down, but stopped when she heard another name mentioned.)

Marcus Cage: AND TRISHA LEE MOORE!

(Trisha shoved past Candy and started gloating to all the other girls. Marcus was handed a trophy, and gave it to Candy. Trisha saw the trophy and walked over and snatched it from her.)

Trisha: This trophy belongs to me. As per the clause I added to her contract, all her voters go to me, and I take possession of the trophy.

(Red, White, and Blue balloons started falling from the ceiling, as Lenny tried to take the trophy from Trisha. Trisha grabbed him with her free hand, and flipped him. He landed hard on the mat.)

Marcus Cage: You just don’t learn, do you Lenny?

(Trisha grabbed Candy’s hand, and pulled her out of the ring. Candy began crying as she made her way up to the back, followed by a smug Trisha Lee Moore. Skylar, being nice, helped Lenny up. He noticed her bikini and his eyes got wide.)

Lenny: BOOBLOCK!

(He reached his hand out, but Skylar caught it, and shoved him backwards. He bumped into Nicki, and accidentally pulled her top off. He noticed the top in his hands, and started rubbing it on his cheek. Nicki realized what had happened, and began to chase Lenny around the ring, and up the ramp, to the backstage area. Roxxi Rockstar, Bree Firebird, Skylar, Serenity, and Miss Puppies were left in ring.)

Marcus Cage: Serenity? Skylar? How about dinner after the show?

Bree: What about the rest of us.

Marcus Cage: Uh… Well…. CHEEZE IT!

(Marcus got out of the ring, and took off up the ramp, followed by the rest of the girls, Daz, Chaz, and Chris Wylde.)

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(After the bikini contest, the camera switches backstage to where PWSR's World Champion is standing on the interview set holding a microphone. Rev is already changed into his ring gear ready for the Ironman match in just over an hour)

The Rev: Since the lead interviewer for this company is too busy frolicking around in a bikini in front of thousands of people and making a complete ass of himself on pay-per-view, I guess I'll have to stand here and address everybody on my own. First of all this inept organisation decides to hold it's biggest pay-per-view event of the entire summer in the sewer of this damn country - Philadelphia!

(The fans boo as Rev insults their hometown)

The Rev: But as if it wasn't bad enough that I have to be here in this wretched, stinking city full of recalcitrants and vagabonds, I have to defend this world championship tonight against a man who, quite frankly, sucks. I have to put MY world title on the line against a rogue who had to go around attacking people from behind just to make any kind of impact in this industry, and that makes me feel sick! But as if that wasn't bad enough, I can't help but feel like this whole night is cursed!

(Rev looks down at the floor for a moment)

The Rev: I just can't get away from the feeling the masterplan is all unraveling. But hell, even if the impossible happens, we've got a lot to look forward to over the next few weeks. You see, four weeks from tonight, the PWS is hosting it's first ever tri-branded King of the Ring, a grandiose night of dream matches and legends being forged, and when all is said and done - I will walk out of New Jersey with that crown securely fastened to my gorgeous head!

(The camera cuts back to Art Campbell at ringside)

Art Campbell: You heard it there folks, join us next time we are on pay-per-view for the PWSmarks King of the Ring 2010 - LIVE from the already sold out New Meadowlands Stadium. 83,000 fans will be there live ... you can join us as well by ordering with your remote control from seven days in advance, or calling your local premium service provider!

Sid Carmack: That's gonna be one hell of a night, sixteen of the best wrestlers in the world today will converge on one stadium for one amazing spectacle of sports entertainment. Only one man can be crowned king - quite possibly the most competitive tournament this industry has seen to date!

Art Campbell: Very well read Sid -

Sid Carmack: READ?! You accuse me of reading when I was speaking right from the bottom of my ...

Art Campbell: Autocue. Anyway, coming up next ladies and gentlemen is a match which promises to be a classic. This may well be a match of the year candidate for the PWSR for sure - whenever you put three volatile teams into one ring and add ladders, all kinds of violence and mayhem will ensue. I've been looking forward to this one now for a while, and it's finally arrived!

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PWSR Tag Team Championship
Triangle Ladder Match
Country Grammar Inc vs. The Dope Boyz vs. The Bronx Bad Boys (c)

Skylar Mosier: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is the triangle ladder match … and it is for the PWSR World Tag Team Championships! Introducing the challengers, first -

(As a graphic flies across the screen for the world tag championships, The Dope Boys‘ entrance music starts to play, getting the fans up in excitement for the ladder match. Trice and LaMarcus come out through the crowd, slapping hands with all the fans along the way as they make their way down to the front and hop the barrier)

Skylar Mosier: From Brooklyn New York, weighing in at 520 pounds … Trice and LaMarcus Brown, The Dope Boyz!

Art Campbell: This is going to be one of the most brutal, most unforgettable bouts in recent memory folks. These three teams have been at each others throats now for weeks ever since Retribution when the Bronx Bad Boys won the world tag titles. We’ve seen them go on and allegedly attack Trice and LaMarcus backstage, their belts stolen by CGI and a whole string of revenge attacks at these three teams all blame each other for everything. It all comes to an end tonight in the most violent of imaginable matches …

Sid Carmack: You’re right Art, it doesn’t come much more vicious and unforgiving than this environment these six men are preparing to step into. Those solid steel ladders are heinous.

(“Purple Haze“ by Jimi Hendrix starts to play around the Wells Fargo Center and the CGI boys walk out onto the stage, throwing their beer cans down and running down the ramp to the ring)

Skylar Mosier: And at a combined weight of 443 pounds… Gale and Jay-Jay Otis … Country Grammar Inc!

Art Campbell: Well these two young men are certainly unconventional -

Sid Carmack: Unconventional? They’re a pair of drunken rednecks, that’s what they are!

Art Campbell: But doesn’t that give them an advantage in a match like this? This aint a wrestling match folks … this is a fight! This is a knockdown, drag-out brawl!

(“Bring The Noise“ gets blared out through the enormous staging and Nicki walks out still in her bikini, flanked by Vinnie on one side and Terrell on the other, carrying the world tag belts )

Sid Carmack: Oh you want to talk about fighting, you want to talk about brawling … look no further than these two! Vinnie and Terrell are from the Bronx Art, they could kill you just by looking at you … the clue is in the name!

Art Campbell: Quite right Sid, they don’t call them Bad Boys for nothing -

Skylar Mosier: And making their way to the ring from New York, weighing in tonight at 593 pounds, they are the current PWSR Tag Team Champions … Terrell and Vinnie … The Bronx Bad Boys!

(Vinnie and Terrell run straight into the ring and charge right into both the Otis brothers with huge running tackles, taking them down to the mat and hammering on them with stiff punches. Trice and LaMarcus pull them off and jump right on Gale and Jay-Jay themselves, punching them in the face even harder. The Bad Boys look pissed and kick both members of the Dope Boyz in the ribs with force, throwing them aside and then starting to hammer them with punches instead. No sooner do they start, than CGI get back up and jump on the big men’s backs trying to choke them out as the fans cheer the chaos)

Art Campbell: Here we go! None of these guys wasting any time at all, as you would expect, in getting stuck in to each other!

Sid Carmack: I hope they all fuck each other up …

Art Campbell: Well you would, wouldn’t you? I doubt you’ll be disappointed though - Philadelphia General Hospital may have a warring tag team crisis before this night is over!

(BBB manage to stand back up with CGI still clinging to their backs and fall backwards, crushing both the Otis brothers against the mat with considerable force. Just as Vinnie and Terrell go to stand up again though, Trice and LaMarcus hop to their feet and take them both back down with a pair of perfect dropkicks! Both men fall right on top of poor CGI again, leaving them gasping for air as Vinnie rolls to the outside. Terrell follows him, and they grab a ladder from the ramp area)

Art Campbell: Oh no … the ladders are coming into play already!

Sid Carmack: GOOD! This is  a ladder match Art!

(Gale and Jay-Jay run around the ring apron to where BBB are standing with the ladder and leap off with a pair of crossbody attempts. The Bad Boys swing the ladder up, however, and crash it into the chests of the incoming brothers in mid-air. Meanwhile,  LaMarcus ducks down in the ring and Trice stands on his back. Suddenly he stands up, catapulting Trice over the top rope into a topé and onto BBB, taking them both down and twisting the ladder)

Art Campbell: Good grief! That was insane from Trice … there’s no lengths these guys will not go to in order to leave Philadelphia with the tag team titles!

Sid Carmack: Well we expected violence from the very beginning of this match, but I don’t think we expected this!

(Trice rolls away in pain after the impact, and pulls himself up on the barricade, sliding the wrecked ladder over the top of Vinnie. Gale grabs a steel chair from underneath the ring and cracks it across Terrell’s skull as he tries to get to the aid of his partner. Terrell slumps up against the apron and Gale holds the chair in front of his face, signalling to the crowd for a massive cheer. Jay-Jay suddenly pops up out of nowhere, leaps onto the ringside barrier and springs backwards with a thunderous shining wizard kick into the chair)

Sid Carmack: What a sick kick! Believe me ladies and gentlemen, no good can possibly come from having a steel chair kicked into your face!

Art Campbell: Really, Sid? REALLY? Do you enjoy stating the blatantly freaking obvious or do you just do it to get on my nerves?

(Jay-Jay tosses a chair up to LaMarcus on the top rope, trying to knock him off - but he catches it and dives off the top rope with the ladder under his legs into a nasty legdrop right across the ladder that Vinnie is trapped under. LaMarcus’s rare top rope move gets a big cheer from the crowd, and meanwhile Trice grabs a new ladder and tosses it into the ring. Trice sets it up and gets up the first five steps, before CGI run in and get underneath him. Gale and Jay-Jay scoop Trice up into a double powerbomb position and drop him out over the top rope to the floor - HARD!)

Art Campbell: The Otis Brothers have got this one wrapped up already … everybody else is down!

Sid Carmack: I wish you were down -

Art Campbell: I FEEL down every time I hear the sound of your voice Sid!

(Jay-Jay begins to climb up the ladder in the middle of the ring as Gale stands near the ropes preventing anyone from getting in. As he reaches the top step, Terrell manages to rise up into view from under the apron and grabs Gale by the throat. He manages to pull Gale down with all his force, creating a whiplash effect that sends him reeling backwards into the ladder - knocking it over and sending his brother crashing to the mat!)

Sid Carmack: Those stupid rednecks - I knew they wouldn’t be able to capitalise! What kind of idiot knocks their own brother off a ladder!

Art Campbell: Uh … one who gets hung up over the top rope and bounced backwards into it, Sid! If you really think he did that intentionally then you need an eye test!

(On the outside of the ring, Vinnie finally gets up and grabs LaMarcus from behind just as he’s about to get back in, dragging him off the apron with a twisting neck breaker that sends him to the floor. Vinnie then finds another, shorter ladder under the ring and slips his head in between the metal rungs in the middle, positioning it across his shoulders and spinning around. LaMarcus gets caught by surprise as he stands up, and Vinnie flattens him again with the ladder. Gale rolls out of the ring and quickly finds himself getting clocked with the ladder as well.)

Art Campbell: Vinnie is flattening anyone that gets in his way! Taking a leaf out of the legendary Terry Funk’s book with that spinning ladder - and to great effect!

(As Vinnie continues spinning around, he heads around the post to the other side of the ring where Jay-Jay is standing. Suddenly Vinnie comes charging at him with the ladder still around his head, and Jay-Jay goes low with a dropkick to the knees. At that moment, Vinnie falls and one end of the ladder lands on the apron, the other on the barricade at ringside … leaving poor Vinnie’s neck snapping backwards as he stays trapped in it)

Art Campbell: Oh Good God! That ladder just stopped its downward motion very, very suddenly and Vinnie’s entire head just got jarred there …. He’s gotta have a whiplash injury or something for sure!

(With Vinnie still trapped in the ladder and completely defenceless, both members of CGI jump up onto the ring apron and begin unleashing stiff kicks to his head. Jay-Jay walks across the ladder to the barricade and stands opposite his brother, when he signals and both run forward with a pair of sliding kicks that clatter Vinnie’s head from each side. Just as both members of CGI are laying on their backs on the ladder after the kicks, Trice leaps up onto the apron, up to the top rope and dives off with a sick moonsault onto them both that snaps the ladder clean in half, breaking it right around Vinnie’s head … as he falls to the ground almost unconscious)

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Sid Carmack: My thoughts exactly … is Vinnie’s head actually still connected to his shoulders?!

Art Campbell: Thankfully - I don’t know how though! Good grief!

(LaMarcus sets a ladder up in the middle of the ring again and starts climbing up towards the belts thinking everyone else is down. Terrell dashes into the ring and climbs the ladder on the other side, reaching up for the belts. LaMarcus nails him with a punch to the mouth, and Terrell fires back with another stiff punch. Both men continue brawling atop the ladder with everyone else down at ringside. Terrell rakes LaMarcus in the eyes, gaining an advantage and then goes right to the very top step to try and grab the belts.)

Art Campbell: Look out! Terrell’s almost got his hands on the belt! He just needs to unclip it and they’ll have won this ladder match!

(Just before Terrell can unfasten the hook, LaMarcus nails him with a sick low blow that causes him to double up in pain on the top of the ladder. Suddenly, LaMarcus turns around to face the audience and wraps Terrell’s legs over his shoulders backwards, pointing out to the crowd and receiving a massive pop. The whole building stands in awe as LaMarcus nails a jumping Alabama Slam on Terrell off the top of the ladder!)

Sid Carmack: OH MY GOD!

(At that moment, Trice leaps to the top rope and across onto the ladder, runs up a few steps and flips over the top onto Terrell with a front flip leg drop!)

Art Campbell: BLACKLASH! That’s a modified version of the Dope Boyz signature combo … and by modified I mean raised about twenty feet into the air! Dear Lord, this is insane!

Sid Carmack: We got broken bodies everywhere, and we’re still no closer to knowing who’s going to leave this building tonight with the world tag team titles!

(With the Dope Boyz and Terrell down in a heap on the mat, Gale Otis suddenly re-appears in the ring and starts to climb the ladder himself, slowly. Just before he can get to the top, Vinnie drags himself up on the outside, grabs a steel chair from the front row of the crowd and THROWS it through the air in Gale’s general direction. It crashes into the back of his head with a sickening thud and sends him flying right off the ladder. As soon as Vinnie tries to get back in the ring, Gale’s brother Jay-Jay pulls his legs down off the apron and tosses him head-first into the steel ring post, busting the big man open)

Art Campbell: Vinnie is bleeding … profusely! This is getting hard to watch ladies and gentlemen, these men are destroying each other, shortening each other’s careers here tonight all in the name of those tag team championship belts that hang twenty feet above the Wells Fargo Center!

(Jay-Jay pulls another ladder out from underneath the ring and slides it in under the bottom rope, positioning it between the middle rung of the big ladder and the second rope, creating a little platform. He then jumps up onto it and uses it to get a head start up the ladder. Trice starts pulling himself up the ladder on the other side as LaMarcus holds Terrell down. Trice makes it to the top at the same time as Jay-Jay, and another brawl kicks off on top of the ladder - both men trading punches high above the ring)

Sid Carmack: This a dangerous situation now … Trice and Jay-Jay are brawling at least twenty feet above the ring!

(Trice makes a grab for the belts, but Jay-Jay catches his arm and pulls it down hard into the top of the ladder, causing Trice to scream out in pain. Jay-Jay holds onto the arm and drapes it over his shoulder, reaching around the ladder to scoop Trice’s legs up and gets him in a fireman’s carry position on his shoulders whilst still near the top of the ladder. Suddenly, Jay-Jay dives off sideways into a sickening death valley driver, sending both men crashing through the other ladder)

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Art Campbell: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY HE‘S DEAD! J.J. STAMPEDE OFF THE TOP OF ONE LADDER THROUGH ANOTHER … SOMEBODY STOP THIS!

Sid Carmack: They just crashed and burned - Spicolli Driver from twenty feet above the ring! That ladder was just wedged there between the other ladder and the ring ropes, and these guys just shattered right through it … that’s a solid aluminium ladder for crying out loud!

(LaMarcus runs over and sees what happened to his partner, he stands there looking concerned - for just long enough for Vinnie to re-appear behind him and kick him forwards into the ladder. As LaMarcus turns around, Vinnie grabs him in position for the piledriver. Terrell climbs half-way up the ladder and dives off, spiking LaMarcus’s legs and sending him crashing head-first into the mat)

Crowd: PLEASE DON’T DIE! PLEASE DON’T DIE! PLEASE DON’T DIE!

Art Campbell: BRAIN DAMAGE! That move is aptly named at the best of times folks, but when Terrell’s throwing himself off a ladder with all his weight behind him and crashing another man head-first … Jesus Christ!

Sid Carmack:  This is one of the most brutal things I have seen in my life!

(After the sick piledriver, Vinnie rolls out of the ring and grabs a table, sliding it in under the bottom rope as the crowd boo loudly. Vinnie and Terrell set the table up between a ladder and the top rope, and carefully slide LaMarcus across it. Terrell climbs to the top of the ladder and stands right on the top rung of it, too far away to reach the title belts. Vinnie holds LaMarcus across the table as Terrell flies off with a vicious leg drop, sending LaMarcus crashing through it to the floor. The ladder falls over with the whiplash motion and flattens Jay-Jay just as he‘s trying to get up)

Art Campbell: Would somebody please stop the damn match?! I don’t want to see anyone get seriously hurt here - this is going way too far tonight!

Sid Carmack: There are literally no lengths these men will not go to in order to be the tag champions! We knew we were in for an extremely violent match, and that’s exactly what we’re getting!

Art Campbell: Oh I know Sid but this is too much, there’s blood all over the ring!

Sid Carmack: That’s because Vinnie is pouring the contents of his body out through a hole in his head!

Art Campbell: Ugh … thanks for that … horrific analysis!

(Trice slowly begins pulling himself back up, and BBB roll back out of the ring to the outside. Jay-Jay and Gale get back up as well and head around the apron to where Vinnie and Terrell are trying to get their breath back. Both Otis brothers leap up to the second rope and try to springboard off, but at that precise moment, Trice tosses a ladder across the ring at them! Amazingly, They catch the ladder in mid-air and flip off with a double moonsault, cracking it right across Vinnie and Terrell!)

Art Campbell: HOLY ACROBATICS! HOW … HOW DO THEY EVEN DO THAT?!

Sid Carmack: I wish I knew Art - some perverse cross between natural talent, balance and a huge slice of good fortune!

Art Campbell: Moves like that can only end in one of two ways … a standing ovation, or death! I just thank God it’s the former!

(With all the fans on their feet cheering, Trice sets another ladder up in the ring and begins climbing up it. Standing on the top, he starts fiddling with the hook trying to get the belts undone as Gale Otis slowly starts dragging himself back into the ring. Just as Trice almost releases the belts, Gale manages to kick out at the base of the ladder in desperation, sending it falling to the mat. Trice hangs on though, and stays swinging above the ring clinging onto the belts for dear life)

Sid Carmack: OH … My God how … can Trice possibly get down from there?! If he unclips those belts, he’s gonna fall spine-first across a ladder!

(With one last burst of adrenaline, Gale leaps onto the top rope with a springboard and thrusts himself forward into the air one more time towards the swinging Trice. He gets the aim right, grabs Trice’s legs around his shoulders and drops him with a powerbomb out the air from fifteen feet up, sending Trice crashing onto his back right across the side of a ladder)

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

Art Campbell: I just don’t know what to say anymore! I’m not at a complete loss for words very often out here folks, but what we are witnessing in this ring tonight is … well … how the hell do you describe this?

Sid Carmack: Out of this world!

(Slowly, The Bronx Bad Boys manage to pull themselves up and throw another ladder into the ring, as the fans’ cheers turn to boos. Vinnie kicks the exhausted and broken bodies of Gale and Trice out under the bottom rope, disposing of them from the ring - which gets even more booing from the rabid audience. LaMarcus finally manages to get back to his feet after going through the table, and rocks Vinnie with a stiff kick to the head. Meanwhile, Terrell starts climbing up the ladder. Vinnie tries to keep LaMarcus contained, but he dives past and pushes Terrell sideways off the ladder - to huge cheers. Suddenly, Jay-Jay scrambles up and throws the steel steps into the ring!)

Art Campbell: Oh for crying out loud … we’ve had chairs, we’ve had tables, we’ve had one ladder after another after another … and now steel steps! This is not gonna end well!

(Terrell lands on his feet, turns around and goes right after LaMarcus with a steel chair. Somehow, Terrell and Vinnie manage to scoop LaMarcus up onto their shoulders and deliver a sick powerbomb throw over the top rope, smashing his back right against the floor)

Sid Carmack: LaMarcus is down and out! Gale and Trice are both incapacitated! It’s down to Jay-Jay and the Bronx Bad Boys … who’s gonna be the world tag team champions?!

Art Campbell: Well it’s two-on-one right now Sid, that doesn’t bode well at all for poor Jay-Jay Otis!

(Vinnie and Terrell turn around, right into a set of flying steel stairs from Jay-Jay! The fans leap to their feet with cheers as he heads over to the ladder, with nobody else up around him, and starts to climb slowly towards the top)

Art Campbell: Jay-Jay is crawling … fighting his way up that ladder with every last drop of energy he has! Slowly, but surely …. One rung at a time … heading up towards those coveted, precious tag belts!

Sid Carmack: He’s just a few inches away now from grabbing those belts Art! Jay-Jay Otis is gonna do it here  - against all the odds!

(Jay-Jay reaches up for the belts, but his desperate grab pushes him away and they start swinging around. He makes another grab, but by the time he can get his hands around the belts, Vinnie and Terrell pull themselves back up and hit him with a vile low blow from behind, slumping him across the top of the ladder)

Art Campbell: OH! Damn it! Damn it! Jay-Jay was just inches away from winning the world tag team titles!

(The fans begin booing loudly as Vinnie climbs up one side of the ladder, and Terrell makes his way up the other, with Jay-Jay still doubled up in pain over the top of it. As they both make their way to the top, Terrell holds Jay-Jay’s arms in place and reaches around to wrap his legs through the bars of the ladder, trapping him there. Vinnie climbs the other side and jumps right up onto Jay-Jay’s back, standing on him and leaving him gasping and choking for air)

Art Campbell: NO! JAY-JAY’S RIBS HAVE GOTTA BE CRUSHED AGAINST THAT LADDER!

(Vinnie reaches up and grabs the world tag team title belts, unfastening them from the hook and holding them high above his head. The bell rings!)

Art Campbell: MY GOD IT’S OVER! The Bronx Bad Boys have somehow, some way, reached down and retained the world tag team championships tonight …. But what a war! What a violent, brutal, ungodly fight we have witnessed here tonight at Independence!

Skylar Mosier: Ladies and Gentlemen the winner of this match and still the World Tag Team Champions - The Bronx Bad Boys!

Sid Carmack: That was one of the most fucked up things I’ve seen in my life! We’ve seen slams off ladders, through ladders, piledrivers through tables, a double ladder moonsault, flying steps, a powerbomb in mid-air, guys getting crushed, busted open and nailed over and over again with ladders! Amazing …

(As The Bad Boys step down off the ladder and walk away up the ramp, all the fans burst into a standing ovation for all six guys in the match)

Art Campbell: The whole building agrees with us … the whole world as well … that was, quite simply, phenomenal!

Winners: The Bronx Bad Boys and STILL PWSR Tag Team Champions!

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(We cut back to Dave Diamond's office where he and Chris Wylde are both standing by.)

Dave Diamond: As you all know, the PWSR, PWSX and PWSi is going to be holding the first ever, tri-branded King Of The Ring tournament next month.

Chris Wylde: To make it into the tournament, you must qualify. Me and Dave decided on 10 superstars and did a random drawing for qualifying matches that will take place on Lock Up this coming week.

Dave Diamond: The qualifying match ups are as followed ....

Chris Wylde: Two men that are certainly no strangers to each other ... The Alpha Dog vs. Antonio Banks.

Dave Diamond: Trisha Lee Moore vs. Tony Angel.

Chris Wylde: Marcus Redd vs. Daz.

Dave Diamond: Alamar Aguston vs. Drake DeMarco.

Chris Wylde: And finally, the PWSR World Champion, The Rev against Marcus Cage.

Dave Diamond: People not in qualifying matches will have a chance to enter a battle royal to represent the PWSR against PWSX and PWSi. The winner of the battle royal will go on and be the 16th entrant into the King Of The Ring tournament.

Chris Wylde: Make sure you don't miss Lock Up. It's sure to be one hell of a ride with 5 main event calibur matches in one night! Back to you fellas at ringside!

(The scene goes back to ringside.)

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Deal Or No Deal Match
Trisha Lee Moore vs Daz

(The camera switches back to ringside where Art Campbell and Sid Carmack are sitting at the announce table. On a table next to them are two metal briefcases, labelled 1 and 2, which are shown on the big screen inside the arena, getting the fans excited. The PPV sponsor logos appear on the screens)

Art Campbell: PWSR Independence is brought to you by … God of War III! Buy now at all good videogame retailers!

Sid Carmack: … and by … Budweiser, official PWSR sponsors!

(Suddenly, Candy starts making her way down the ramp to the ring with her head down, looking at the floor miserably. She slowly walks out and steps through the gate into the front row, where a seat is waiting for her. Reluctantly, she sits down and looks at the ring as the cameras show shots of her looking sad on the big screens above the entranceway)

Art Campbell: Well folks, there you see the woman who for weeks now has been the victim of sickening bullying and emotional blackmail, an innocent victim caught up in a war which has affected us all … it really is heartbreaking to watch. It’s a war which, one way or another, must end tonight. I just hope, and pray, that Daz is able to free Candy from that tyrannical witch here at Independence!

Sid Carmack: Never has there been a more aptly named pay-per-view event. This is Independence - this is the fight for freedom! This is one epic battle to free Candy from the grasp of Trisha Lee Moore … but I don’t think Daz can do it!

Art Campbell: I hope you’re wrong Sid. Trisha Lee Moore is a VILE woman!

Sid Carmack: Speaking of vile women, Skylar Mosier is standing by in the ring -

Art Campbell: STOP IT!

Skylar Mosier: Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for the deal or no deal match!

(The fans rise to their feet cheering in excitement for the match, and suddenly the lights go out. “Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy Me” by Tata Young starts blaring out around the Wells Fargo Center, and the cheers rapidly turn to rampant and angry booing as a single spotlight beams down onto the stage and Trisha Lee Moore steps out into it, posting on the ramp. With the strong spotlight following her, she walks down the aisle to the ring, and stops before getting in the ring. A drunk fan in the upper deck of the arena starts a loud “Please No Moore” chant, that picks up and carries around the building)

Crowd: PLEASE NO MOORE! PLEASE NO MOORE! PLEASE NO MOORE!

(Trisha walks around the ringside area to the area she bought Candy’s ticket, and stands at ringside for a moment, listening to the audience and becoming livid at the chants as she thinks of Daz’s campaign. She suddenly reaches out and slaps Candy hard across the face, and bursts out laughing as she steps into the ring. The camera cuts to Candy clutching her cheek in pain and trying hard not to cry)

Art Campbell: Damn it! Would somebody please stop Trisha from bullying that poor, poor young lady … this is absolutely repulsive! Vile! Heinous!

Sid Carmack: Would you calm down Art?

Art Campbell: How the hell can you see something like that and remain calm Sid? For Gods Sakes!

(“Can’t Be Touched” hits through the speakers and the whole arena explodes into a massive standing ovation as Daz makes his way out from the back, looking far more emotional than usual as he walks down the ramp)

Art Campbell:  Unusually for Daz and Trisha Lee Moore, this is not about the world title tonight - some may say it’s so much more than that. These two are no stranger to the gold and glory, but on this night, it’s damn sure personal. This is a sad rollercoaster ride of love, loss and desperation to which we all can relate -

(Daz rolls into the ring and stands in his corner as Skylar starts the introductions)

Skylar Mosier: Introducing first, from Brooklyn, New York - weighing in at 124 pounds … Trisha Lee Moore!

(All the fans boo loudly again, and Candy joins in with them which sends Trisha over the edge. She SCREAMS out at Candy, which causes Daz to start punching the air in frustration as he gets ready to unleash all the built up aggression)

Skylar Mosier: And her opponent, from Chicago, Illinois - weighing 266 pounds … DAZ!!!

(Daz’s name being announced gets a huge cheer and suddenly he flies across the ring, taking Trisha down with a thunderous spear to the mat, and the crowd explodes as he does so. Skylar flees the ring, and the bell goes)

Art Campbell: HERE WE GO! The most personal, most emotional match in recent memory is underway … Daz wasting no time at all in going right after the woman who has made his and Candy’s lives a living hell over the past few months!

(Daz stays on top of Trisha and just starts punching her in the mouth over and over and over again, unleashing months of slow building frustration on her. Trisha tries to get a break by rolling to the outside of the ring, but Daz goes right out after her and grabs her by the hair from behind, slamming her head into the barricade right in front of Candy, who screams and cheers with joy seeing Trisha getting her ass kicked. Daz throws Trisha back into the ring)

Art Campbell: You can feel the emotion in this building ladies and gentlemen … Daz has exploded! Just think of every thing that that woman has done to Daz and Candy recently, and can you blame him?!

Sid Carmack: Yes, I can … he’s being irrational here!

Art Campbell: What the …?! HE IS NOT!

(Daz rolls back inside and Trisha kicks him hard in the ribs, instantly defusing all the cheers. Daz tries stepping back up but Trisha catches him around the chest and rolls over the top of him into a bandito cradle)
1

KICKOUT!

Art Campbell: Trisha nearly caught Daz by surprise there, and that’s one thing to watch out for. When emotions are running this high, it’s very easy to get carried away and lose focus for a moment … and of course one split-second loss in concentration can end the match! We saw that with Marcus Redd this past week on Lockup!

Sid Carmack: Daz can’t let himself get distracted though because Trisha will do whatever it takes to take advantage of that - we all know it!

(Daz leaps back up, catching Trisha around the waist for a suplex attempt, which she’s smartly able to block with her leg and spin around out of. Trisha gets behind Daz, going for a suplex of her own, but Daz grabs the top rope. Trisha tries hard to suplex him, Daz ducks down and sends her flying over the ropes, but she hangs on and takes Daz over with a head scissors takedown. Trisha balances herself on the apron and flies off with a frogsplash, mocking Daz)

Art Campbell: For God’s Sake! Trisha with the Daz Splash off the apron … she’s already trying to get inside Daz’s head in this match … as if everything she’s done to Candy wasn’t enough!

(Trisha rolls back into the ring and referee Dave Robinson starts counting Daz out, which upsets Candy at ringside. Daz manages to get back into the ring and charges at Trisha with a spear attempt, Trisha jumps over into a sunset flip pinfall, Daz uses the momentum to break out backwards and goes for a shin kick, which Trisha ducks. Daz tries to hit a jumping leg drop, Trisha rolls out the way and lets him hit the mat hard, running at the opposite ropes and going for her trademark shining wizard. Daz moves at the last second, catches Trisha’s leg and rolls her though into an ankle lock)

Art Campbell: BREAK HER DAMN ANKLE!

Sid Carmack: Oh come on Art - she’s a woman, for crying out loud!

Art Campbell: She’s a no-good, lousy witch, that’s what she is!

(Trisha rolls through and manages to send Daz flying into the ropes, catching him as he bounces back in a victory roll)

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2

DAZ ROLLS THROUGH!

1

2

KICKOUT!

Art Campbell: Folks, one year ago at Independence I sat here ringside and called the greatest match ever to take place in a PWSmarks ring as Daz battled Antonio Banks … but this may be even more personal tonight.

Sid Carmack: On that night Art, Trisha Lee Moore defended the PWSR Ladies Championship for the last time against Candylicious before vacating the belt - it’s amazing how things change in a year!

Art Campbell: It certainly is Sid … and ever since Trisha moved into the male roster one year ago she’s waited for this night …. For the night she finally gets a chance to prove herself against Daz!

(Daz gets back up and Trisha does likewise, both standing across the ring from each other and staring right in each others eyes as all the fans take photos of the epic moment. Trisha runs at Daz and leaps up, trying to take him down with a huracan rana, but Daz counters in mid-air and powerbombs her hard into the mat, to even more cheers from the crowd. Daz goes for the cover)

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2

KICKOUT!

Sid Carmack: Trisha just kicked out of a powerbomb!

(Trisha rolls out of the ring again to get her breath back and walks right around to where Candy is sitting. Trisha screams in Candy’s face, and slaps her hard once again … getting enraged boos and abuse yelled at her by the crowd. Candy looks as if she‘s going to finally slap Trisha back, but Daz sprints around and pulls Trisha away)

Sid Carmack: Why in the hell did Daz just pull Trisha out the way?

Art Campbell: Because if Candy had actually slapped Trisha there, she’d have got him disqualified! Good God! We all want to see Candy finally stand up for herself, but she cant during the match because Trisha would leave here with her contract still! The repercussions would be disastrous!

(Daz throws Trisha right back in the ring and follows her inside, going for the Exodus, but Trisha counters into an arm drag that rolls him across the ring. Daz springboards up into the corner and comes off with a flying crossbody, Trisha jumps up and meets him in mid-air with a codebreaker attempt, Daz catches the knees and falls on top of her, flipping forward into a jack-knife roll)

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2

2.5! KICKOUT!

(After the near fall, Daz scrambles back up and Trisha leaps up behind him. Trisha jumps and goes for the backstabber, but Daz sees it coming on the big screen and thrusts himself backwards, crushing her up against the turnbuckles. The fans cheer huge for the counter)

Art Campbell: Good grief … Trisha just got folded up like an accordion!

(Daz pulls Trisha out of the corner and sets her up for the Exodus again, which she again blocks by trapping his arm and rolling around into an armbar, that he subsequently rolls back out of, landing back on his feet and hitting an arm drag that sends Trisha flying. Trisha leaps onto the second rope and tries to connect with a back elbow, but Daz sends her crashing with a backstabber!)

Sid Carmack: HE CAN’T DO THAT!

Art Campbell: Well he just did … Daz just nailed Trisha’s own signature manoeuvre on her! How’s that for a psychological nail in the coffin!

(Daz goes for the cover)

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2

2.9999! KICKOUT!

Sid Carmack: YES!

Art Campbell: DAMN IT!

(Trisha crawls to the corner and pulls herself back up, Daz turns her around and scoops her up onto his shoulders. The crowds cheering turns to boos though, as Trisha jumps off his shoulders, lands behind him and spins him around into a double-handed choke bomb, pushing Daz backwards to the mat)

Art Campbell: THE EXODUS! Trisha just hit Daz with his signature move now! She should be sued for copyright infringement!

Sid Carmack: Stop it … Trisha’s the one that throws the lawsuits around Art, not you!

Art Campbell: That’s precisely why we’re in this mess to begin with!

(Trisha heads up to the top rope and dives off, nailing Daz with the Daz Splash, and holding on for the cover)

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2

2.9999! KICKOUT!

Art Campbell: YES! YES! Daz kicked out! Daz just kicked out of his own move!

(Daz again rolls to the apron to pull himself up, and as he does so, Trisha hit’s a springboard dropkick that sends him flying off the apron to the floor. Sensing the opportunity, Trisha heads to the top rope and dives off to the outside with another frogsplash, but this time Daz rolls sideways and sends her flying into the floor - which the fans cheer for! Daz jumps up onto the ring steps and leaps off backwards with a moonsault on Trisha, before rolling back into the ring to break the count. As he rolls back out, Trisha sticks her foot up and catches Daz with a low blow that the ref cant see due to it being below the apron level)

Art Campbell: Oh … low blow, for God’s sakes! Daz won’t be having any kids in the future!

Sid Carmack: Well he won’t as long as Candy isn’t allowed to see him! Maybe that’s a good thing -

Art Campbell: WILL YOU STOP?!!

(Trisha drags herself back to her feet and pulls Daz over to the guardrail right around where Candy is. Trisha positions Daz in front of Candy, pulls back the protective cover on the top of the railing and starts smashing his head into the rail over and over again as Candy screams in horror)

Art Campbell: STOP HER! SOMEONE STOP HER! This is a heinous assault on poor Daz … and Candy is just inches away from it all! Trisha has snapped!

Sid Carmack: She’s just doing whatever it takes to win Art -

Art Campbell: Yeah, well it’s not right damn it!

(Trisha continues hammering Daz into the metal bar of the security wall, causing him to start bleeding profusely from the forehead. The fans boo deafeningly as Trisha holds Daz’s head up to the camera for the whole world to see the blood streaming down his face. Trisha then turns Daz towards Candy, who tries to cover her eyes with her hands, screaming even louder as she’s forced to watch Daz being beaten senseless)

Sid Carmack: Daz is busted wide open!

Art Campbell: And poor Candy is being forced to watch all this … for crying out loud! It’s not right!

(Suddenly, Daz manages to reach down and pull out an Exodus from out of nowhere, slamming Trisha hard into the floor at ringside as he falls backwards himself in exhaustion. The fans leap to their feet as he pulls himself up and jumps up on the rail. Daz flies off with a leg drop right across Trisha’s throat, leaving her gasping for air. He desperately tries throwing her back in the ring, but she manages to grab the bottom rope to prevent him being able to. Eventually Daz rolls back in and drags her from the other side, kicking and screaming, into the middle for a pin)

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2

2.999! KICKOUT!

Art Campbell: SO CLOSE AND YET SO FAR!

Sid Carmack: This has been back and forth since the first minute Art … more tremendous action here tonight at Independence! What a show!

Art Campbell: Biggest of the summer Sid!

(Trisha pulls herself up behind Daz and immediately nails him with a backstabber out of nowhere! The fans start booing loudly as she goes for the pin right in the middle of the ring)

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Sid Carmack: Come on ….

2
Art Campbell: Kick out ….

3?! NO! 2.999999!

Art Campbell: YES! DAZ IS STILL ALIVE IN THIS MATCH! Trisha almost won it out of nowhere again, but again Daz pulls off a vital, instinctive kick out!

Sid Carmack: Do you think Candy saw her life flash before her eyes then?

Art Campbell: Absolutely Sid!

(Daz starts slowly crawling to his feet in the corner. Trisha is already up and standing behind him ready to hit another backstabber and surely end the match. Daz falls against the turnbuckles, appearing unable to stand with exhaustion as Trisha smiles and heads over to him like a shark smelling blood. She jumps up to nail the backstabber … but he grabs the corner out of nowhere and Trisha falls flat on her back in the ring!)

Art Campbell: Oh … backstabber failed! That SURELY would’ve been it!

(With one final rush of energy, Daz manages to pull himself straight to the top rope and dive off, hitting a perfect Daz splash on Trisha as each and every fan rises to their feet cheering)

Art Campbell: DAZ SPLAAAAAAAAAAASH!

(Daz hooks the leg for a cover as the ref slides into position)

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Art Campbell: YES! YES! YES! MY GOD YES! ALL IS RIGHT WITH THIS WORLD! DAZ HAS FINALLY BEATEN TRISHA LEE MOORE … AT INDEPENDENCE!

(Daz falls on his back in the ring exhausted and smiling with delight as the bell rings.)

Art Campbell: Thank God! Thank God!

Sid Carmack: Well wait a minute Art … we haven’t seen which box Daz picked yet, we still don’t know what he’s actually won!

Art Campbell: Ugh, good point Sid. Deal or no deal rules!

(Skylar grabs the microphone from ringside and stands up)

Skylar Mosier: Ladies and gentlemen the winner of this match … DAAAAAAZ! Now earlier today, Daz elected to win box number 2 if he was victorious tonight. Daz, please make your way to the table at ringside!

(Daz heads out of the ring and goes straight to where Candy is sitting at ringside, giving her a huge hug to the delight of all the crowd. She wishes him luck in choosing the right box and he nervously heads over to the desk at ringside)

Art Campbell: What must be going through Daz’s mind at this moment?! This next choice really is all or nothing …

Skylar Mosier: Daz, you have the option to either keep the case you have, or swap it for number one. Would you like to change boxes?

Daz: No!

Sid Carmack: Well … he sounds confident!

(The arena gasps in suspense and angst waiting for Daz to open the box and reveal the contents. Slowly, the pulls the lid of the case open and pulls out … CANDY’S CONTRACT!)

Art Campbell: YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS! THERE IS A GOD!

(Candy jumps the barricade at ringside and runs across to where Daz is standing, jumping right into his arms as the pair hug each other at ringside. Candy cries with pure emotion finding herself free of Trisha and re-united with Daz)

Art Campbell: It is moments like this that will live forever! You can feel the raw human emotion reverberating around each side of the Wells Fargo Center … scenes of unrefined joy! Nowhere else on Earth will you find an emotional rollercoaster quite like this! This is something we all can relate to at home! Independence is being seen tonight in 63 countries worldwide … there’ll be a few tears shed around the globe watching this I assure you!

Sid Carmack: Independence has been amazing so far, it must feel amazing for Candy right now. The nightmare is over … and now there’s no looking back …

(Suddenly, Trisha Lee Moore rolls out the ring and smashes Daz across the back with a steel chair as he’s celebrating with Candy. Daz falls to the floor and Candy falls out of his arms, scrambling away in fear as Trisha snaps and hits Daz again with the chair.)

Art Campbell: OH FOR CHRIST’S SAKE … THE WAR IS OVER!

(The crowd go into shock as Candy, shaking with nervousness, grabs the chair out of Trisha’s hands. Candy yells at Trisha to stop hitting Daz, but then Trisha snaps on Candy and chases her away. Daz gets back up and stands there looking completely perplexed as the show goes to a commercial)

Winner: Daz via pinfall.

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Join us on Saturday, August 7 as PWSR celebrates its 3rd Anniversary ... with a special three hour extravaganza!

It's Throwback Night - the one night of the year when classic matches and rivlaries from the past get contested one last time! You can't afford to miss it!

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Main Event
PWSR World Heavyweight Championship
Ironman Match
Alamar Aguston vs. The Rev (c)

AC: Well we all know what time it is now, the match that I believe everybody here tonight has been on their seats waiting for Sid! 2 men, 60 minutes, one title… it all comes to a head here tonight between these two men!

SC: Well you got that right. After more then two months of talking, threats, and parades these two men are finally going to figure out who indeed is the better man here tonight. And I can’t WAIT until you have to admit that that man is The Rev.

AC: Well we shall see Sid. It’s going to be a long 60 minutes for those two men, and lets send it over to Skylar so we can get this underway!

Skylar: This next match is for the World Heavyweight Title, and it is a 60 Minute IRONMAN MATCH! Making his way to the ring first, the challenger, from Madrid Spain, by way of Los Angeles California, weighing in at 250 pounds, ALAMAR AGUSTON!

("Broken Dreams" By Shaman's Harvest hits, and the fans begin to cheer as Alamar makes his way to the ring, looking around at all the fans and lights, knowing this could potentially be the biggest night of his life. He slides into the ring and goes over to the ropes, using them to stretch a little.)

AC: And there he is Sid, the man who could possibly walk out of here an tonight the World Champion!

SC: Maybe if The Rev decides he doesn’t want to be stuck in this arena with all these scum of people and forfeits, but that’ll be the only way Alamar walks out of here with this title.

Skylar: And his opponent, from New York City, NY and now residing in Tokyo Japan, weighing in at 235 pounds, he is the Current PWSR World Heavyweight Champion… THE REV!

(Munich- Editors hits, and the fans begin to instantly boo. After a few moments, The Rev finally begins to come out, but being carried on a large wooden Lucifer head by 5-6 large masked individuals. The fans begin to boo, and The Rev just looks out at them yelling “WHAT!? This is an Ironman Match! I’m not wasting energy by walking to the ring when these infidels can do it for me!”)

AC: This is just great. Our supposed World Champion can’t even walk to the ring to defend his title.

SC: It’s a smart move! Anything he can do to conserve energy is something that he should do!

(They get to the ring and Rev hops off the giant skull and onto the apron. The masked men begin to carry it to the back, and The Rev very slowly and cautiously begins to step in through the ropes, not taking his eyes off of Alamar.)

AC: And here we go ladies and gentleman, the two competitors are in the ring, and the match will soon be under way. Out of all the mysteries in this contest, the one thing we do know is at the end of one hour of blood, sweat, and tears, one of these two men WILL walk out of the ring as the PWSR World Heavyweight Champion!

(The bell rings, and the fans begin to buzz as Alamar and Rev square off, and begin to slowly stalk around the ring. After a few moments the two lock up, and the match is underway. Alamar takes the control right away, using his slight power advantage to back The Rev into the corner. The ref quickly comes in and backs Alamar up. The Rev tries to capitalize while Alamar is slightly distracted and charges, but Alamar sees it coming and drills The Rev with a hip toss. Rev hits hard but quickly gets to his feet, and they attempt to lock up again. This time Rev spins out of the lock up and spins Alamar around, locking him into a hammerlock. However Alamar quickly kicks back, kicking the shin of Rev. Alamar then uses his free hand to grab the wrist of Rev, and spins out, pulling Rev in and locking him in a headlock. Instead of keeping the headlock locked in Alamar shoves Rev, and Rev hit’s the ropes. When he turns around and comes back, Rev runs directly into a back elbow by Alamar, and sends him down to the mat quickly. Rev then quickly rolls out of the ring, trying to regain his bearings.)

AC: Well I’m sure that wasn’t the start to a World Title Iron Man Match that Rev was looking for.

SC: Really Art? That’s strange because I thought for sure that Rev WANTED to start this match by getting outwrestled by Alamar.

AC: Do you ALWAYS have to be a smartass? Can’t just once you sit and watch a match, and just enjoy the abilities and showmanship of these guys?

SC: I’m sorry Art, you’re right. Maybe while we’re at it we should just cancel this match so nobody gets hurt, then we can go play golf.

AC: … I take that as I no.

(The Rev begins to walk around on the outside of the ring, looking in and seemingly planning his next attack. The ref begins his count and The Rev slowly approaches the ring. At the count of 8, he finally slides in slightly. However the second he does Alamar charges, and Rev slides back out. A fan in the front row yells “GET IN THE RING YOU PANSY!” and Rev turns around and shoves him, yelling “I HAVE AN HOUR, I’M NOT RUSHING FOR A SCRUB LIKE YOU!” The Rev then slowly walks around the outside of the ring some more.)

AC: Come on Rev, this is getting ridiculous.

SC: This is smart Art! Like he said, there’s about 56 minutes left. He’s not in a hurry of any sort.

(The Rev seems to be getting a little frustrated, and stomps up the stairs, he begins to get in at the count of 9, breaking the count. Alamar charges again, and The Rev backs into the corner. The ref pulls Alamar off, and as soon as he does The Rev rolls out of the ring and shoves the time keeper out of the way, and sets the chair up on the outside of the ring and sits down, crossing his legs and looking at the ring.)

AC: What a GREAT champion The Rev is. He’s outside of the ring, sitting in a chair when he’s supposed to be defending the title.

SC: It’s not his fault, I wouldn’t get in the ring and give Alamar a free shot either!

(The ref begins his count yelling at Rev to get in the ring, and he just points at Alamar, yelling “Then get the little Spanish prick away from me! Alamar just smirks, obviously enjoying this. Alamar smiles and backs up into the furthest corner from The Rev, and tells him to go ahead and come in. The Rev gets up cautiously, and slowly slides in at 8. Alamar however charges again, causing Rev to slide back out. However this time Alamar slides right out after him. Rev sees him however and begins to run, Alamar shortly behind, not letting The Rev get far ahead.)

AC: Now here we go! Alamar is on the chase

SC: Now this is just an embarrassment! Do your fighting in the ring Alamar!

(The Rev slides into the ring, and Alamar slides in quickly after. He starts to get up, but Rev charges and drills him in the jaw with a stiff knee. Alamar stumbles up and into the ropes, and Rev begins to land rights and lefts, also throwing in some stomps. Alamar drops, and lands on his knees as the ref backs up Rev.)

 AC: Oh that’s a great championship strategy. Run away until you can pick cheap shots.

SC: If Alamar was doing the same thing right now, you’d be singing his praises.

(Alamar begins to get up, but when he does Rev charges and drills him in the gut with a running knee hit. Alamar slumps over and when he does, Rev grabs him by the head and puts him in a front chin lock. However Alamar tries to fight out of it, and when he does Rev spins behind him and quickly hit’s a school boy roll up.)

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AC: Rev trying steal the first fall there.

SC: EARN the first fall. It was a school boy, what’s illegal about that?

AC: It’s the fact that this is a World Title Match and he’s trying to win it by a roll up.

SC: No, it’s the fact that you have a personal grudge against The Rev, and you try to cut and break him down every single chance you get!

AC: Like you don’t with all the people you don’t like?

SC: … Don’t change the subject!

(The Rev gets up first and charges for a clothesline but Alamar ducks it. Rev turns and Alamar drills him quickly in the gut with a stiff boot. Alamar then twists the arm around the back of Alamar, and grabs him by the head, dropping down quickly and drills him with a DDT! Alamar rolls him over and hooks the leg going for the pin.)

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AC: OH! Alamar almost just got the first pin there!

SC: Well almost only counts in horse shoes and hand grenades Art.

AC: Well I’ll give Rev props for kicking out of that. That was a nasty DDT!

Skylar: 15 minutes has elapsed!

(Alamar rolls Rev onto his face and rolls over on top of Rev, hooking his arms over his knees and grabbing him into a camel clutch. Alamar starts to wrench back, but Rev quickly reaches back and snap mares Alamar over onto his back, and locks in a headlock. Alamar starts to fight to his feet, and Rev keeps the hold locked in until Alamar grabs Rev’s head, and drives him down with a jawbreaker. Rev bounces up and stumbles into the ropes, and when he comes off the ropes Alamar rolls him up into a small package.)

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AC: Another near fall by Alamar there! A gorgeous small package.

SC: I know how much you like to talk about Alamar’s package, but there’s still no pins as of the first 17 minutes or so.

(Both men get to their feet at the same time, and Alamar charges. Rev however gets a split second to think and dropkicks Alamar in the knee, going down face first into the mat. The Rev rolls over onto him and locks in a Half Boston Crab, wrenching back on the leg of Alamar that he just dropkicked. Rev tugs back on the leg, while Alamar writhes in pain. Alamar slowly begins to crawl towards the ropes… and Rev tries to keep the leg hooked. However Alamar slowly reaches and gets his hand on the rope, much to the displeasure of The Rev. The ref begins to count for Rev to break the hold.)

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(Rev breaks at the last second, and Alamar clutches his leg. The Rev slides under the bottom rope and grabs the leg of Alamar, lifting it up and slamming it hamstring-first into the side of the apron. The ref begins to count the Rev out, but Rev grabs the leg he just slammed and tugs on it, pulling Alamar out of the ring to break the count.)

SC: Now this is The Rev we’ve come to know and love, working at the leg of Alamar relentlessly!

AC: Like a pit-bull is The Rev right now, picks a weakness and you know he’ll pick at it methodically throughout the rest of this match. And you’ve got to feel for Alamar here, if he loses a leg this early in this match he’s going to be easy pickings for the rest of this contest.

(Rev grabs Alamar by the leg and slowly drags him to the steel steps, laying his leg across the bottom step. Rev backs up, and charges quickly, stomping the knee of Aguston and slamming his leg against the steel step. Alamar screams in pain, clutching at his knee. The Rev pulls Alamar up by the head and quickly rolls him back in at the count of 7. The Rev quickly drops to his knees and pins Aguston.)

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Kickout!

SC: Come on, where’s the comment about how close The Rev got to a pin there? Oh yeah that’s right, you only make comments like that for Alamar.

(The Rev gets off Alamar and lifts him up to his knees. The Rev then smacks him in the face, yelling “THIS IS THE CLOSEST YOU’LL EVER COME TO GREATNESS ALAMAR!” before backing up and hitting the ropes, running past Alamar and hitting the ropes again before drilling him in the back of the head, sending him face first down and into the mat. The Rev gets to his feet and looks down at Alamar before stepping up onto his back and looking out into the crowd, raising his hands.)

AC: This is the ultimate show of disrespect by The Rev! He’s not even taking Alamar seriously!

SC: Does anybody?

AC: He’s in the World Title Match for a reason!

SC: Really? Because he can lay on his face?

(The Rev hops off him, and begins to get him up. However Alamar quickly hit’s a European uppercut that sends The Rev stumbling backwards. Alamar begins to get to his feet and goes to charge The Rev, but his knee buckles a little giving Rev time to roll out of the way. Alamar goes face and chest first into the tunrpost and bounces back, right into a neck breaker by The Rev. The Rev then gets to his feet and leaps up, hitting a knee drop across the throat of Alamar and pins.)

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AC: And another near fall by The Rev there. I thought Alamar was going to hit a come back for a moment there.

SC: He can’t walk Art! How’s he supposed to get a pin when he can’t walk?

(The Rev yells “IT’S ALL OVER!” and begins to get Alamar up. The Rev then sets him up for The Art Of War.)

SC: Here it comes! The Art Of War! And no, it has nothing to do with you Art, this move’s actually successful.

(The Rev goes for it, but Alamar is able to stop him before he can even get started and hit’s a backslide.)

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(Both men get to their feet at the same time yet again, and The Rev charges. He goes for a forearm but Alamar ducks, and grabs him from behind. The fans EXPLODE with cheers as Alamar sets up for The Career Ender.)

AC: HERE IT IS… he’s going for it Sid! We could have the first pin coming up momentarily!

(Alamar lifts Rev up for it, but once again his knee gives out. The Rev goes over the head of Alamar for the move but is able to slip out and onto his feet. Almost the second that he lands on his feet, The Rev backs up just a little before flipping over the head of Alamar and drilling him down HARD with The Riot Act. The fans boo almost instantly as The Rev scurries to get the pin and hooks the leg of Aguston as the ref drops for the count.)

AC: NO NO NO… kickout Alamar…

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SC: YES YES YES!

(The bell rings once and Rev rolls off Alamar.)

Skylar: The winner of the first fall is The Rev at 23 minutes and 35 seconds!

AC: And now the two superstars will take a 60 second rest period. They’ve both earned it-… what is this?

(Suddenly we see El Incendio run down to the ring with a bucket and water bottle as The Rev backs up into the corner. Incendio lifts the bottle and pours some in Revs mouth while poring the rest of it over his head and face.)

AC: What the hell is this!? Boxing? We’re not the UFC here!

SC: The Rev is just doing what he always does, being a good role model! He’s reminding everyone how important it is to keep hydrated!

(Incendio runs to the back as the rest period slowly starts to run down. The fans count the last 10 seconds as Alamar slowly starts to get to his feet.)

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SC: The rest period is over, back to the clock! Go get him Rev.

(Rev stands up as Alamar finally climbs to his feet. Alamar turns and begins to head towards Rev, when suddenly he spit’s the water that Incendio had brought out for him right into the eyes of Alamar! Alamar stumbles holding his eyes.)

SC: HA! BRILLIANT! He didn’t even drink the water Art!

AC: This is repulsive… how much you want to bet that this was all set up beforehand!?

(Alamar keeps his hands over his eyes and The Rev hit’s a small package this time.)

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SC: Damn. I was hopping Rev would go up 2-0 right there. You know, get one more pin fall to get him closer to the 5-1 final count.

(The Rev begins to get to his feet, as does Alamar obviously slightly slower then Rev. Rev grabs him and sets him up for a cradle piledriver, but suddenly Alamar picks the legs of The Rev and flips over hitting a jackknife pin)

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Kickout!

AC: OH! Alamar almost caught Rev off guard there!

(Alamar rolls out of the ring and looks up at the SmarksTron score board as Skylar chimes in.)

Skylar: 30 minutes has elapsed in this match!

AC: There it is, halfway through this match and Alamar is down right now 1-0 in favor of The Rev.

SC: This was not what I was expecting. I was expecting The Rev to have at least 3 pins by now!

(Alamar begins to get up on the outside and The Rev charges looking for a baseball slide. However Alamar moves and The Rev lands on his feet. He turns and Alamar drills him in the gut with a stiff boot before grabbing him and taking him up and over with a fisherman’s suplex on the outside of the ring. The Rev thuds as he hit’s the mats on the hard concrete, and arcs his back in pain. Alamar rolls near the barricade and begins to use it to get up while hitting his knee trying to get the feeling back into it. Alamar then grabs The Rev by the hair and slams his head into the apron of the ring before rolling in to break the count at 8. He then rolls back out and rolls The Rev into the ring onto his back, and hanging him from the edge of the apron, his head near the barricade. Alamar then grabs the head of The Rev  and backs up a little, before dropping down onto his back and nailing a VIOLENT inverted DDT off the apron! The fans EXPLODE with more cheers as The Rev’s skull smacks off the mat.)

AC: HOLY HELL… The Rev’s head just cracked off the outside mats!

SC: Oh tell it like it is Art… that’s concrete! Those mats don’t protect anything at all. And you can’t tell me that The Rev deserved it because a move like that could end his career!

(Alamar lifts The Rev up, still favoring his leg as he rolls The Rev back into the ring, and climbs in after him. He goes for the pin!)

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SC: YES!!!!!! YESSSSSSSSSS!!

AC: HOW IN THE HELL DID THE REV KICK OUT!?

SC: Because he’s a champion! He’s a warrior Art! He is NOT losing that title here tonight!

(Alamar seems to be in shock as The Rev slowly rolls under the bottom rope and to the apron. Alamar gets to his feet and rubs his knee a little bit more as The Rev slowly begins to get up to his feet. Alamar looks at him as he does, and suddenly charges the opposite rope away from The Rev. he leaps and bounces off the second rope, and springboards back dropkicking The Rev. The Rev goes flying backwards and lands on his ass, landing in the chair that he had set up almost 39 minutes ago. The chair tips over and The Rev rolls into the barricade.)

AC: Well why don’t you take a seat now Rev?

SC: This isn’t fair, or funny Art! Alamar should be disqualified for using a chair!

AC: A chair that The Rev introduced and set up earlier!

(The Rev slowly starts to get to his feet, shoving the chair out of his way as Aguston stalks him from inside the ring. The Rev slowly gets to his feet on the outside and turns, and Alamar charges. He leaps through the second and top rope and drills The Rev back and into the barricade. The two combatants both crumble to the mats on the outside as the fans all cheer in approval.)

AC: WOW!!!! WHAT A SUICIDE DIVE!

SC: Alamar’s gone psycho! He has no right taking those kind of dives with a bum knee! Especially not facing the hottest commodity the PWSR has ever seen!

(The ref begins his count, and both men slowly but surely begin to stir. Alamar gets to his feet at the count of 6 and slowly begins to drag The Rev up and rolls him in the ring. Alamar himself is able to slide in at the count of 9. He crawls over and quickly covers The Rev and hooks the leg.)

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AC: This is insane, how on earth does The Rev keep kicking out of these moves?

SC: Because this is his night Art! Not Alamar Aguston’s… THE REV’S!

(Alamar seems to be in disbelief as he slowly rolls The Rev up to his feet. Alamar would then back up, and charge, looking for The Spanish Sickle. However The Rev manages to duck, and Alamar stumbles. When Alamar turns, The Rev knees him in the gut and drops Alamar down quickly with a stiff DDT. Alamar bounces up and down to his back, and both men stay laid out in the middle of the ring with the fans booing the comeback of Rev.)

SC: YES! Here’s the comeback we’ve been looking for from The Rev here tonight!

AC: That was a gorgeous DDT, but I’m not sure if Rev got all of it, or if he’ll even be able to get the pin out of it!

(Both men stay laid out for a few moments, but finally start to stir. The Rev very slowly uses the ropes to get himself up, when out of nowhere El Incendio runs back down to the ring again. He jumps up onto the apron, and when the ref turns around he begins to argue with Incendio.)

AC: Somebody PLEASE get this man out of here!

(The Rev looks up as he begins to get Alamar up and starts yelling “NOT NOW INCENDIO! GET OUT!” Finally the ref has enough, and ejects El Incendio from ringside! The Rev flips out and screams at the ref as security slowly begins to drag El Incendio out.)

AC: YES! FINALLY some order restored to this match! El Incendio has been banned from ringside!

SC: The ref can’t do that! That’s not fair!

(The Rev shakes his head and goes back to Alamar who has finally get to his feet, bending over still trying to regain his composure. He then hooks the arms behind him and picks him up for the Tiger Driver. However out of nowhere Alamar wraps his legs around The Rev’s head and breaks his hold on his arms, rolling through hurricanrana style and hooking the leg for a pin!)

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AC: ALAMAR’S GOT A PIN!

SC: WHAT!? NO! That doesn’t count, The Rev was distracted!

Skylar: Winner of the second fall in this match, Alamar Aguston at 44 minutes and 57 seconds. And 45 minutes has elapsed!

(The Rev rolls furiously into one corner, and Alamar collapses in another as the rest period begins.)

AC: Could there be a more fitting ending here Sid? 45 minutes have passed and these two have given this match their all. And here we are now at 1 to 1, at Independence, 15 minutes left with The World Title on the line!

SC: I can’t believe this Art. I thought for sure Rev would blow Alamar out of the water by now!

(The rest period ends and the clock begins to count down more. They both get to their feet and charge to the middle of the ring, starting to throw rights and left hands, trying to weaken and ware down their opponents more. Both men’s shots don’t have much power on them, both exhausted.)

AC: These two men Sid are tattered, broken, sweating, and running out of gas here. I think it’s going to come down to whoever wants it more here tonight.

SC: Yes it will Art. That’s why in about 14 minutes we’ll be raising The Rev’s hand in victory!

(Rev begins to back Alamar up a little with rights to the jaw, and Alamar’s legs wobble as he stumbles into the ropes. The Rev then backs up and takes a deep breath before charging Alamar. However out of nowhere Alamar seems to get a second wind and charges out, taking The Rev’s head off with a Spanish Sickle! The fans jump to their feet as Alamar slowly crawls towards Rev for the pin.)

AC: HERE IT IS! ALAMAR IS GOING TO GET A SECOND PIN HERE!

(He drapes the arm over Rev and the ref begins to count!)

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SC: YESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AC: Could you POSSIBLY get any closer then that!?

(Alamar gets to his hands and knees, sweat pouring onto the ring and looking at the ref in disbelief. He crawls to the ropes, using them to help him get to his feet. When he does he looks at Rev, and then to the corner.)

SC: Don’t tell me this fool is going to do what I think he’s going to do…

AC: It looks like he’s going to go up top for the Spanish Splash Sid!

(Alamar slowly begins to climb up to the second, then the top rope. However before he can get there, The Rev has a burst of energy and rolls up to his feet and charges, shoving Alamar off the top rope and down to the outside, face first onto the barricade. Alamar stumbles off and goes back first into the apron of the ring, falling seated on the mats bellow. The Rev can’t even revile in his move, for he collapses to the mat inside the ring as the ref begins to hesitantly count out Alamar.)

AC: My God… this match could be over for Alamar here.

SC: If he was smart Art he’d stay outside and take the count out to regroup!

AC: One more point against or  for either of these men could be fatal!

(Alamar slowly begins to stir on the outside… holding his head. The ref gets to a 5 count when The Rev gets up on the inside and sees Alamar starting to stir on the outside. The Rev shakes the ref, telling him to count faster until finally at the 8 count Alamar gets to his feet, and slides in at the 9 count. The second he slides in The Rev rolls him over and goes for a quick pin)

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(The Rev holds him down and pins again.)

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Kickout!

(He goes for one more quick pin.)

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(The Rev gets to his feet obviously frustrated, and begins to get Alamar up to his feet. He then looks quickly up at the SmarksTron to see 9 minutes left in the match. The Rev then begins to set up for what looks like a cradle piledriver, and this time lifts Alamar up and drills it! The Rev then goes for the cover once again here.)

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(The Rev is now the one shaking his head in disbelief, slowly getting to his feet yet again. The Rev then pulls Alamar up, and yells it’s over. However before he can do anything, Alamar smacks away The Rev’s hands, and hits him out of NOWHERE with The Rev’s own “The Birth Of Tragedy” and goes for the pin!)

SC: HE CAN’T DO THIS!

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(Alamar struggles to his feet and looks up at the clock and sees 6 minutes remaining.)

AC: 6 minutes left here tonight for the World Title. We’re still all tied up Sid… SOMETHING’S GOTTA GIVE!

(Alamar gets Rev up and tosses him against the ropes. When Rev comes off Alamar leap frogs him. Alamar turns quick just as Rev hit’s the ropes and bounces off, and Rev runs skull first into Alamar, causing them both to go down to the mat yet again. The fans are all on their feet buzzing in total anticipation in the final minutes.)

SC: Come on Rev… get up… PLEASE!

AC: What a match this has been… WHO is going to be walking out as the World Champion!?

(Alamar and Rev both begin to move on the mat, both clutching their heads. Both men get up at the same time, but Rev seems to have turned around a second quicker, and sets up for a power bomb.)

Skylar: There is 5 minutes left in this contest!

(The Rev looks up, and that split second gives Alamar an opening. He stands up and flips Rev up and over his head with a back body drop. However The Rev somehow lands on his feet, and charges Alamar from behind. Rev flips over and hit’s the Riot Act again!!!)

AC: Oh no…

SC: YES REV! PIN HIM! PIN HIM NOWWWWWWWW!

(The Rev drapes his arm over the chest of Alamar, and the ref pins.)

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SC: ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?!?!

AC: FOOT ON THE ROPE! That HAD to have been pure instinct!

SC: NO! His foot HAPPENED to land on the rope! This match should be 2-1 right now!

(The Rev can’t believe it, and slowly… very slowly gets to his feet. He looks down at Alamar, then up to the clock that reads 2 minutes left.)

AC: The Rev and Alamar’s gotta pull something out of the tank here!

(The Rev slowly pulls Alamar up, and begins to pull him back to the corner. The Rev then slowly begins to climb to the top rope, keeping Alamar’s back facing him. The Rev then yells “RIOT ACT” and the fans boo loudly.)

AC: … Tell me he’s not going to do an off the top rope Riot Act sid!

SC: YES! Put Alamar away PERMANENTLY!

(However before Rev can leap off Alamar spins around and hit a thumb to the eyes of Rev. The Rev holds his eyes, and Alamar backs up into the ropes, sending The Rev down onto his groin.)

AC: OH! I’m sure that’s not what Rev had in mind there, but what does Alamar have in mind?

(Alamar slowly grabs Rev and begins to turn him around so Rev’s back is to Alamar. Alamar then climbs up to the second rope and grabs The Rev from behind as the fans begin to buzz.)

SC: Don’t tell me this guy’s going to do what I think he’s going to do.

AC: Could it be… this would be a literal Career Ender Alamar!

(Alamar lifts The Rev up and jumps backwards, hitting an off the top rope Career Ender!!!!!! The fans begin to chant “Holy Shit! Holy Shit!” as The Rev practically bends in half before landing over on his face.)

AC: MY GOD! HE JUST KILLED THE REV!

SC: NOOOO… STAY DOWN ALAMAR!

(Alamar slowly begins to crawl for the cover and begins to turn The Rev over.)

SC: WAIT! Look at the clock… there’s only 10 seconds left! Don’t turn over Rev…

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(Alamar gets The Rev fully onto his back.)

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(Alamar drapes an arm over him!)

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(The fans EXPLODE as the bell rings, then the timer goes off after.)

AC: ALAMAR AGUSTON HAS DONE IT! WITH ONE SECOND TO SPARE HE HAS WON THE WORLD TITLE!

SC: I can’t believe this! This is the worst night of my life!

Skylar: Ladies and gentleman… the winner of this match after scoring two pins over one in 60 minutes, AND THE NEW WORLD… HEAVYWEIGHT… CHAMPION… ALAMARRRRRRR AGUSTONNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!

(The fans all cheer as Aguston’s music hits, and the ref brings in the World Title. Alamar gets to his feet slow and weakly, and the ref hands him the belt and raises his hand inciting an even bigger explosion of cheers from the crowd. Alamar looks around at the fans, then down at the belt and holds it high above his head before collapsing to his knees and pressing the belt to his face.)

AC: What an incredible match this was Sid, this could be one for the ages!

SC: The greatest World Champion the PWSR has ever seen has lost the World Title. I don’t know how the PWSR is going to survive!

AC: The PWSR is going to live on through a new era Sid! The era of Alamar Aguston holding the weight of the world on his shoulder now. The PWSR has been given it’s Independence from the cancer known as The Rev, and that’s the man who has freed it right there! An incredible ending to one of the biggest PPV’s in the history of the PWSR. We will see you at Lock Up ladies and gentleman, thank you all for joining us here tonight, and we’ll see you next time! For Sid Carmack, goodnight everyone!

Winner: Alamar Aguston with a score 2-1 and NEW PWSR World Heavyweight Champion!!!!

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