Saturday Night Rapture Results (09/28/2013)

[Papi El Sueno]

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"Sick of It" by Skillet blasts throughout the Xcel Energy Center in St. Paul, Minnesota as the sold out crowd of 17,954 fans are all on their feet, electrified. Fireworks and pyro blast off from the entrance stage as light blue strobes flow throughout the arena. The fireworks and pyro die down as the focus switches to the commentator's table where Desiree Miles and Shannon Saint sit at ringside.

DM: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another edition of Saturday Night Rapture, live on the Premium Television Network! Tonight's episode takes place from the Xcel Energy Center in St. Paul, Minnesota! I am the voice of PCW, Desiree Miles alongside Shannon Taint and tonight's show is going to be rockin'!

SS: We are fourteen days away from Anarchy! The all hardcore pay-per-view, and tonight's broadcast of Rapture is the final stop before mother fuckin' Anarchy! I'm fuckin' hyped!

DM: So are these fans! Just listen to them! It's jam-packed and we are ready for action! What do we have lined up for all of you?

SS: Well we have the main event which features our World Champion Syn facing the General Manager Morgan Simmons in a lumberjack strap match! We also have Curtis Wilkes and Yoshiru Long teaming up to take on Jerry Matthews and Deacon Jeremiah, that's gonna be a doozy! We also have Brytain Montgomery going up against the legendary Paul Blair! We also have Smith Jones taking on Draven Logan Kennedy in a match between two guys who are out of their fucking minds!

DM: It's an intriguing match up! We also have Brian Stryker going up against Mya Denton! Charlie Luzon facing "The Lone Ranger" Adrian Streets! Victor Cavanagh looks to get his second win here as he faces Derek Jacobs! Damon Warrens faces former friend Talia Skye! And last but certainly not least, Reyna Carter goes one on one with Izurat Karr!

SS: All exciting matches and it's all in Premium Championship Wrestling!

DM: And let's get this thing started with our first match up of the night!

Cut to the ring!

Jimmy Wilkes: The following is your opening contest for tonight's SATURDAY NIGHT RAPTURE, and it is scheduled for one fall!

The crowd cheers.

Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!

"Puppets on a String (with Lyrics)" by Dale Oliver hits and the crowd boos loudly. Reyna Carter and Angelina Williams come out from behind the curtain to even more boos from the PCW fans. Reyna has the PW European-Canadian Championship on her left shoulder while her half of the Mean Girls Championship is on her right, complete with a wand in her hand and a tiara on her head. Angelina has the other half of the Mean Girls Championship around her waist as she slides underneath Reyna's legs and Derek Saunders stands behind them smiling as he holds both PCW World Tag Team Championship belts and the Ugly Stick.

Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, being accompanied by Derek Saunders and one half of the PCW World Tag Team Champions, "The Fallen Angel" Angelina Williams, from Toronto, Ontario Canada, she is the Pride Wrestling United States Champion and the other half of the PCW World Tag Team Champions... England and Canada's Most Glamorous Export... "THE REAL GLAMOR QUEEN"... REYNA CARTER!!!

After Angelina gets to her feet, her and Reyna pose on the ramp for a few seconds. Reyna and Angelina each link arms and make their way down the ramp while Derek follows them with the same arrogance that Reyna and Angelina have. They stop at the end of the ramp and talk strategy. They have a group hug before Reyna hops on the ring apron and gets in the ring. She looks at the crowd and rolls her eyes before going on the top rope and raisig both of her titles in the air to even more boos from the crowd. She hops down and takes off her glamorous looking hooded jacket and handing it to Derek before waiting for the match to start.

Jimmy Wilkes: And her opponent!

As the opening riff to “Open Up the Border” plays, the entrance curtains begin to pour out a thick red smoke. Bright flashes of red and white also focus center stage, drawing all attention in that direction.

“Won't you open up the border, to rivers running green...”

Out dances Izurat Karr, feet stomping to the beat in a crude yet focused mishmash of rhythm. He does a little spin before jumping up, extending his entire body outwards as a flash of red pyrotechnics and plumes of smoke shoot from beneath him. Hitting the floor, he assumes a crouched position, before shaking rhythmically down the ramp to the ring. As he walks, he begins to pull at his mask, loosening it up before hopping up the nearest turnbuckle.

Jimmy Wilkes: In the ring, from Lone Pine, California, weighing in at 225 pounds... "THE LAUGHING WOLF"... IZURAT KARR!!!

“Open it up, open it up, open it...”

Izurat pulls his mask off, allowing his raven-black hair to flow freely, and places the mask on the turnbuckle. He turns to face the ring, and does a quick footwork dance in a circle to prepare himself.

*DING DING DING!*

DM: And here we go! Both opponents circling each other carefully, Karr challenges Reyna to a test of strength… And she accepts!

SS: Is she serious!?

DM: Karr taking the advantage… he lifts Reyna in the air… MILITARY PRESS DROP!

SS: Ouch! That fall’s GOTTA hurt!

DM: But Reyna making it to her feet again! Karr going for a big boot… NO! Reyna ducks and catches him with a spinning reverse kick to his back! What a great dodge! Karr turns around, Reyna bounces off the ropes… HEAD SCISSORS TAKEDOWN!

SS: But Karr back to his feet once more! Reyna charging at him, she’s going for a Hurricanrana… NO! SPINEBUSTER BY Karr AND Reyna IS DOWN! AW SHIT! What a terrible impact!

DM: Karr with the cover!

1!

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2!

…

NO! Reyna kicks out!

SS: That Spinebuster could have crushed her!

DM: But she’s a great champion with no ounce of quit in her! Karr backs up, Reyna still on the mat, she gets to a knee and Karr approaches her… but Reyna swats him away and is back on her feet again! Karr comes for a chop, Reyna is quicker with a spinning backfist! Karr going for an uppercut… NO! Reyna dodges and gets at him with some vicious forearm strikes!

SS: GO Reyna!

DM: Karr pushes Reyna away in an Irish whip, and she gets propelled to the ropes, Karr going for a clothesline… NO! Reyna once again ducks and bounces off the other side of the ring… Tornado DDT!

SS: Karr is down! This might be Reyna’s chance! Seated Senton splash for good measure, and it’s now her who has the pin attempt!

1!

…

2!

…

NO! Karr kicks out!

SS: DAMMIT!

DM: Still a great offense put by the champion after the Spinebuster she suffered earlier!

SS: Reyna springs to her feet and taunts to a huge pop! She turns towards Karr… NO! Karr CATCHES HER BY THE NECK! CHOKETOSS!

DM: A vicious move!

SS: But Reyna not backing down! She kicks out from Karr’s pin attempt, Karr trying to grab her legs… NO! Reyna pushes him away and rolls to her feet! Karr goes for a front kick, Reyna catches it… OH NO!

DM: ENZUIGIRI BY KARR! A savage hit to Reyna! Right to Reyna’s face! Reyna drops down and Karr rolls her up for the pin!

1!

…

2!

…

NO! Reyna gets her shoulder up!

SS: WHAT!?

DM: I may not like her, but Reyna's showing just how tough she is!

SS: Ladies and gentlemen, I cannot believe it! Reyna Carter just… kicked… out!

DM: And Karr is beside himself! He lifts his arm to the air and paces around the ring, while Reyna is struggling to get back to her feet… and he grabs her neck again!

SS: WE MIGHT BE WITNESSING A CHOKESLAM RIGHT HERE!!!

DM: Karr lifts Reyna up, she wiggles with her legs, kicking Karr, forcing him to release the hold… WAIT! She’s wrapping her legs around Karr’s neck!

SS: I’d love her to do that to me…

DM: Reyna REVERSED TO A LEG SCISSORS CHOKE! And Karr is turning purple! And here comes the referee! He asks Karr if he wants to throw the match, but he refuses! He’s struggling to break free, he grabs Reyna’s legs… NO! He’s lifting her up on his shoulders… FALLING POWERBOMB!

SS: Reversal after reversal here! And Reyna is on the floor again!

DM: But Karr cannot take advantage as he has to regain his breath!

The crowd starts chanting “PCW! PCW! PCW!”

DM: What a GREAT showing these two are putting tonight!

SS: Right you are, Desireè, and this shows why PCW is the best of the best!

DM: Reyna showing signs of life now, both opponents back on their feet! Intensity to its greatest we have witnessed! And it looks like neither of them has too much left in the tank!

SS: Here’s another lock-up! Reyna and Karr going back and forth, neither is able to best the other! Karr gaining the upper hand! He’s going for an Irish Whip... NO! REYNA COUNTERS!

DM: Karr on the rebound... FRANKENSTEINER!

SS: A BITCH'S WELCOME! MAN WAS THAT GOOD!

DM: COVER BY Reyna!

ONE!

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TWO!

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THREE!

*DING DING DING!*

Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... "THE REAL GLAMOR QUEEN"... REYNA CARTER!!!

"Puppets on a String (with Lyrics)" by Dale Oliver hits and the crowd boos as Reyna is announced as the winner. Derek Saunders and Angelina Williams join her in the celebration.

DM: Reyna Carter with a victory in this one! Like her or not, she's impressive!

SS: I for one like her! She's everything she says she is and more! I love Mi Pi Sexy!

DM: Ugh! I can't stand them! Like seriously!

The trio continue to celebrate until a familiar voice is heard.

Voice: Hey bitches!

Reyna, Angelina and Derek look around to see where the voice is coming from.

Voice: Yeah, we're up here.

The PremiumTron 5000 shows Mariah Lopez standing outside of an unknown building alongside Rachel Robinson. Neither of them look thrilled one bit.

Mariah Lopez: I bet you bitches feel really good about yourselves for what you did to me two weeks ago. I'm also willing to bet you feel like you've gotten the job done, right?

In the ring, Reyna, Angelina and Derek look at the tron with a bit of anger on their faces as well. Mariah and Rachel's expressions change and they whisper at each other before turning back to the camera.

Mariah Lopez: There's a slight problem with that. Despite the three con-chair-to's you superficial morons gave to me and despite making Rachel's neck a little sore. Guess what? WE ARE STILL STANDING!

In the arena, the crowd cheers loudly for Mariah and Rachel.

Mariah Lopez: We're still standing and we are only fourteen days away from Anarchy. Now about a month ago - I said us four would have our rematch in an environment of mine and Rachel's choosing. You plastics have been dying to know what type of environment Rach and I are going to kick your asses in and take back our titles.

Mariah then looks at Rachel who nods back at her.

Reyna Carter: HEY! You two lesbians better tell us what our match is RIGHT NOW!

Mariah promptly turns her head back to the camera.

Mariah Lopez: I'm sorry. Did I just hear that? Are you actually demanding for us to give YOU GUYS an answer? SERIOUSLY?! You're not GOOD ENOUGH to be making goddamn demands, you superficial bitches.

The crowd in the arena cheers again.

Mariah Lopez: Back to the subject matter. In just two weeks, we will have our rematch in... an EXTREME MAKEOVER MATCH!

The crowd in the arena cheers loudly as Reyna, Angelina and Derek all scream in fury.

DM: An Extreme Makeover Match! OH HELL YEAH!

SS: SHIT! THAT'S FUCKING NUTS!

Mariah Lopez: And by the way girls. If you really want to get the job done, you have to do it right. Otherwise, prepare for hell.

Mariah says with a smile on her face.

Mariah Lopez: One more thing... ... turn around.

Derek turns around and a female in a black Ninja outfit hits him in the jaw with a superkick to take him down.

DM: MY GOD! Derek Saunders is down to the group!

SS: What in the fuck are these goddamn ninja's doing here?

DM: That's a good question, Taint!

SS: You're a Team Lethality member, Desiree! You should know this shit!

DM: Fuck off, Taint!

Reyna and Angelina turn around but the black suit ninja is joined by a female who's also in a black ninja suit. The two of them bring the fight to Reyna and Angelina. Angelina is eventually clotheslined over the ropes and falls down to the floor below.

DM: These ninja's are taking Mi Pi Sexy out!

SS: This is a damn shame! They did nothing to deserve this!

DM: Really, Taint? As you said two weeks ago, this is payback, and that's what we're seeing here right now!

Now it is the two ninja's against Reyna Carter. Reyna tries to back away and even attempts to negotiate with the ninja's to let her go free. However, it fails miserably as the ninja's attack Reyna with various kicks and strikes.

DM: Reyna is getting tenderized by the ninja's!

SS: You're saying that like its a good thing!

DM: Well... it is dammit!

The ninja's are kicking the hell out of Reyna. Reyna tries to fight back, but the numbers game isn't in her favor. The Ninja's have Reyna up and they hit her with a double superkick to the jaw to take her down.

Mariah Lopez: Bravo. Just so you all know. Since Mi Pi Sexy likes to have the entire clan out there during their matches, Rach and I figured we would fight fire with fire and we have two ninjas to help us out. We call them... the Team Lethality Ninja's.

In the arena, the crowd cheers and "Lift Me Up" by Five Finger Death Punch feat. Rob Halford hits and the Team Lethality Ninja's stand tall over the body of Reyna Carter.

DM: Reyna Carter may have gotten the win, but Team Lethality got the laugh in this one!

SS: Complete garbage! What the fuck are these ninja's for anyways!

DM: They just explained it, you idiot! God damn!

SS: There's no point though!

DM: I swear if you don't... you know what, we're going to break! We'll be back after this!

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

[Papi El Sueno]

Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The crowd cheers.

Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!

The lights in the arena go out and "Broken Out in Love" by Mark Crozer plays and the crowd boos loudly. The lights stay off as cameras flash in the audience. A lantern lights up with fire, the dim light revealing Immanuel Paine followed by "Fear Itself" Damon Warrens who is in a white expressionless mask. Damon has a kendo stick in hand, as well as a can of Diet Pepsi. Behind him, in matching masks, walk the rest of the 'Family': Brooklyn Punkari, Rhys Masterson, Tylor Riott, Christian Warrens and DJ Jackson.

Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, being accompanied to the ring by Immanuel Paine and The Family, from San Diego, Califonia, weighing in at 205 pounds... "THE REAL NITEMARE"... DAMON WARRENS!!

Damon stops at ringside to lower his hood and take his mask off, which he hands to DJ. Damon opens the can of Diet Pepsi and takes a drink before handing that to DJ as well. Immanuel hands Damon the lantern and The 'Real Nitemare' slides onto the apron on his knees. He holds the rope with his one free hand and leans out towards the crowd with the lantern for a second before sliding the lantern carefully into the ring and pulling himself backwards, rolling under the bottom rope. The 'Family' walks around to Damon's corner as Damon climbs the corner turnbuckle with the lantern in hand. He repeats the crucifix taunt before dropping off the turnbuckle and sitting down in the corner. Damon blows out the fire in the lantern and the lights come back on seconds later.

Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!

"Papercut" by Linkin Park plays and Talia appears on the ramp with a black rose and a silver hand mirror in hand and the LW Freedom Championship around her waist. She stands there and points to the crowd. She smirks and raises the rose and the mirror in the air to more cheers from the crowd.

Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, from from San Diego, California by way of Toronto, Ontario, Canada. She is a member of the PCW Hall of Fame. Representing Team Lethality... "THE KILLA QUEEN"... TALIA SKYE!!!

Talia smiles before walking down the ramp. She slaps hands with the fans in the front row before stopping just short of the ring. She hops on the apron and steps in-between the ropes to get in the ring. She goes to the top rope. She unbuckles the championship belt and raises it in the air to a bigger pop. She hops down, gives it to the referee and waits in the corner for the match to begin.

*DING! DING! DING!*

The match begins, and Damon begins delivering punches to the face. He connects with about five punches, he then goes for a clothesline, but Talia ducks, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before connecting with a knee drop to the back of the head, she then turns Damon over, and begins delivering stomps to the left leg. She connects with about nine stomps before locking in the Canadian Maple Leaf! Damon refuses to give up, so Talia puts more pressure on the hold, but Damon still refuses to give up, so Talia puts even more pressure on the hold, but Damon STILL refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. It takes a moment, but he eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. Talia gives Damon a clean break, lifts him to his feet, and Irish whips him into the ropes. Damon runs back at Talia, and Talia catches him with a spinning wheel kick before connecting with a leg drop, she then connects with a knee drop to the face before delivering stomps to the left leg. She connects with about seven stomps, she then lifts Damon to his feet, and connects with a suplex before turning Damon over, and locking in a armbar. Damon refuses to give up, so Talia puts more pressure on the hold, but Damon still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. Talia gives Damon a clean break, lifts him to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex, she then waits for Damon to get back to his feet. Damon eventually gets back to his feet, and Talia runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody before turning Damon over, and locking in a Camel clutch. Damon refuses to give up, so Talia puts more pressure on the hold, but Damon still refuses to give up, and Talia eventually loses her grip, and releases the hold, she then lifts Damon to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with the Silver Spoon/Beauty Mark before going for the pin!

DM: Talia with that beautiful Sitout Facebuster!

SS: More like SHITTY Sitout Facebuster.

DM: Shut up, Taint!

ONE!!!

TWO!!! *kickout*

DM: Damon kicks out at two.

Talia lifts Damon to his feet, and goes for a suplex, but Damon reverses it into a suplex of his own, he then lifts Talia to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. He connects with about ten punches, he then begins delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about seven stomps before waiting for Talia to get to her feet. Talia eventually gets to her feet, and Damon runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard dropkick, he then lifts Talia back to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a back suplex before connecting with a knee drop to the face, he then lifts Talia to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before connecting with a elbow drop to the back of the head, he then turns Talia over, and begins delivering punches to the face. He connects with about nine punches before lifting Talia to her feet, and connecting with a scoop slam, he then waits for Talia to get back to her feet. Talia eventually gets back to her feet, and Damon runs into the ropes, runs back at Talia, and connects with a running Bulldog before turning Talia over, and delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about eight stomps, he then waits for Talia to get to her feet. Talia eventually gets to her feet, and Damon runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody before connecting with a leg drop, he then waits for Talia to get to her feet. Talia eventually gets to her feet, and Damon connects with the Hya kick before going for the pin!

DM: Damon with that devastating Hya kick!

SS: Meh.

ONE!!!

TWO!!! *kickout*

DM: Talia kicks out at two!

Damon lifts Talia to her feet, and goes for a scoop slam, but Talia reverses it into a headscissors take down. Damon gets to his feet, and Talia connects with a enzuigiri before turning Damon over, and locking in a surfboard stretch. Damon refuses to give up, so Talia puts more pressure on the hold, but Damon still refuses to give up, and Talia eventually loses her grip, and releases the hold, she then waits for Damon to get to his feet. Damon eventually gets to his feet, and Talia runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard dropkick before connecting with a leg drop, she then lifts Damon to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before connecting with a elbow drop to the back of the head, she then locks in a ground head lock. Damon refuses to give up, so Talia puts more pressure on the hold, but Damon still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. Talia gives Damon a clean break, lifts him to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and connects with a scoop slam before delivering stomps to the left leg. She connects with about eight stomps, she then locks in the Canadian Maple Leaf! Damon refuses to give up, so Talia puts more pressure on the hold, but Damon still refuses to give up, so Talia puts even more pressure on the hold, but Damon STILL refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. It takes a moment, but Damon eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. Talia gives Damon a clean break, lifts him to his feet, and Irish whips him into the ropes on the other side of the ring. Damon runs back at Talia, and Talia catches him with a dropkick before connecting with a leg drop, she then lifts Damon to his feet, and connects with a suplex before locking in a cross armbar. Damon refuses to give up, so Talia puts more pressure on the hold, but Damon still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. Talia gives Damon a clean break, lifts Damon to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT, she then waits for Damon to get back to his feet. Damon eventually gets back to his feet, and Talia runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with the Beautiful Disaster before going for the pin!

DM: YES!!! Talia hits the Beautiful Disaster! Now she's going for the pin! Could this be it!?

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*

DM: Damon kicks out at two.

SS: This match sucks. I'm taking a nap.

DM: Stay awake, fatass! We actually have some good action going on in the ring. You just don't like it because you hate both the people in this match!

SS: No. I hate this match because it sucks, now excuse me while I take a nap.

Desiree slaps Taint.

SS: Agghhh!

DM: I said stay awake! Be a professional for once in your life, damnit!

Talia lifts Damon to his feet, and goes for a Irish whip, but Damon reverses it into a Irish whip of his own. Talia runs back at Damon, and Damon catches her with a kick to the head before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. He connects with about nine punches, he then lifts Talia to her feet, and connects with a suplex before connecting with a knee drop to the face, he then lifts Talia to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a back suplex before waiting for Talia to get back to her feet. Talia eventually gets back to her feet, and Damon runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody, he then lifts Talia back to her feet again, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before lifting Talia to her feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a DDT, he then connects with a elbow drop to the back of the head before stalking Talia. Talia gets to her hands and knees, and Damon runs into the ropes, runs back at Talia, and connects with a running dropkick to the side of the head, he then waits for Talia to get to her feet. Talia eventually gets to her feet, and Damon connects with a enzuigiri before waiting for Talia to get back to her feet. Talia eventually gets back to her feet, and Damon connects with a kick to the head, he then begins delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about twelve stomps before lifting Talia to her feet, and connecting with a scoop slam, he then kneels down, and begins delivering punches to the face. He connects with about fifteen punches before lifting Talia to her feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a DDT, he then lifts Talia back to her feet, delivers a devastating kick to the midsection, forcing Talia to bend over, runs into the midsection, runs back at Talia, and connects with the PTSDriver before going for the pin!

DM: Damon with the PTSDriver on Talia!

SS: Even I have to admit that move is pretty sick.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

DM: Come on, Talia! kick out, hun!

THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*

DM: Talia kicks out at two!

Damon lifts Talia to her feet, gets behind her, and goes for a back suplex, but Talia fights out of it by doing a back flip, and lands on her feet behind Damon. Damon turns around, and Talia connects with a enzuigiri before locking in a arm wrench. Damon refuses to give up, so Talia puts more pressure on the hold, but Damon still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. Talia gives Damon a clean break, lifts him to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver, she then begins delivering stomps to the left leg. She connects with about twelve stomps before connecting with a knee drop to the left leg, she then waits for Damon to get to his feet. Damon eventually gets to his feet, and Talia runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard hurricanrana before lifting Damon back to his feet, getting behind him, and locking in a Octopus stretch. Damon refuses to give up, so Talia puts more pressure on the hold, but Damon still refuses to give up, and falls back, reversing the hold into a pin attempt!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

Talia releases the hold, and waits for Damon to get to his feet. Damon eventually gets to his feet, and Talia connects with a kick to the head before locking in the Canadian Maple Leaf! Damon refuses to give up, so Talia puts more pressure on the hold, but Damon still refuses to give up, so Talia puts even more pressure on the hold, but Damon STILL refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. It takes a moment, but he eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. Talia gives Damon a clean break, lifts him to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex, she then panders to the fans, and waits for Damon to get back to his feet. Damon eventually gets back to his feet, and Talia runs at him, and connects with the Botox Injection before going for the pin!

DM: YES!!! Talia hits the Botox Injection! Could this be it!?

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THRE!!! NO!!!

DM: Damon kicks out at two.

Talia lifts Damon to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and goes for a piledriver, but Damon reverses it into a back body drop, he then lifts Talia to her feet, and Irish whips her into the ropes. Talia runs back at Damon, and Damon catches her with the Hya kick! he then begins delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about seven stomps before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. He connects with about fifteen punches, he then lifts Talia to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before delivering a stomp to the midsection, forcing Talia to sit up, holding her stomach in pain, he then runs into the ropes, runs back at Talia, and connects with a running knee strike to the face before connecting with a knee drop to the face, he then lifts Talia to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before connecting with a knee drop to the back of the head, he then connects with elbow drop to the back of the head before stalking Talia. Talia eventually gets to her hands and knees, and Damon runs into the ropes, runs back at Talia, and connects with a running dropkick to the side of the head, he then lifts Talia to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before lifting Talia back to her feet, and connecting with a suplex, he then lifts Talia back to her feet again, and Irish whips her into one of the turnbuckles before running at her, and connecting with the Turnbuckle Shining Wizard! he then drags Talia to the middle of the ring, and connects with the Dream Sequence before going for the pin!

DM: Damon with that Swinging Reverse STO. This match could be over!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout!

DM: YES!!! Talia barely kicks out!

SS: Yeah, but I'm not sure she has enough left to fight back after all the vicious shots to the head Damon has delivered to her.

DM: You might be right, fatass.

A twisted smirk crosses Damon's face, and he grabs Talia by the hair, lifts her to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with the Badd Dream before turning Talia over, and locking in Enter Sandman!

DM: Enter Sandman! Damon has that Camel clutch Dragon Sleeper locked in! and I don't like it one bit!

SS: Meh.

Talia refuses to give up, so Damon puts more pressure on the hold, but Talia still refuses to give up, so Damon puts even more pressure on the hold, but Talia STILL refuses to give up, so Damon puts even MORE pressure on the hold, but Talia STILL refuses to give up, so Damon puts even MORE pressure on the hold, but Talia STILL refuses to give up, so Damon puts even MORE pressure on the hold, but Talia STILL refuses to give up, so Damon puts even MORE pressure on the hold, but Talia STILL refuses to give up, so Damon puts even MORE pressure on the hold, and Talia eventually passes out! the ref then lifts Talia arm in the air, and drops it!

ONE!!!

The ref lifts Talia's arm in the air, and drops it again!

TWO!!!

The ref lifts Talia's arm in the air, and drops it a third time!

THREE!!!

DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!

Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... "THE REAL NITEMARE"... DAMON WARRENS!!!

"Broken Out in Love" by Mark Crozer plays and Damon Warrens and The Family celebrate the victory they just had.

DM: Damon Warrens with another victory! As much as this makes me want to throw up, he beat Talia Skye!

SS: Well I don't like the guy myself, he's piss poor boring in my book, but he got the job done and now he has one more former Generation Next member to go to officially fight off his demons!

DM: I think you mean "demons"! Its nothing more than raging douche bag behavior! I do know Talia will be fine! Let's take a commercial break! We'll be back after this!

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

[Papi El Sueno]

We come back from the break and "Icu" by Brotha Lynch Hung plays and the crowd cheers loudly. James Baker appears on the stage and behind him are every member of Da Xtreme Regime: Kevin Styles, J.T. Banks, The Awesome Mother Fuckers, Abby Parker and the newest addition to the group, Nicole Allen. They all don't look exactly pleased. They begin to make their slow walk down the ramp and James is handed a microphone by a stage hand before getting in the ring. Da Xtreme Regime follows him inside. They all stand together and James begins to speak.

James Baker: Two weeks ago, a very good friend of ours... actually, a close family member of ours, was unfairly fired from this company.

The crowd boos.

James Baker: Not surprisingly, the idiot known as Morgan Simmons was the one who pulled the mother fucking trigger.

The booing only gets louder.

James Baker: Reaper being fired ranks up there with the biggest injustices in professional wrestling history. I mean, seriously. Why the fuck would you fire one of the hardest workers in this company? I don't get the logic in that. It makes no sense. Hell, I can list quite a few people who should be fired over him but we ain't got time for that right now.

James pauses before pulling out a brown envelope from his jacket pocket. He then puts on his reading glasses and takes a piece of paper out of the bag and reads.

James Baker: According to this contract, Ryan "The Reaper" Robinson originally signed with Premium Championship Wrestling for one year, and eight hundred thousand dollars. If he performed certain incentives, it would raise to 1.5 million dollars. An incentive laced contract, we see that a lot in professional sports these days, more so common in the National Football League.

He pauses before continuing.

James Baker: Back in April of this year, Reaper re-upped his deal with PCW and signed for four years, twelve million dollars, with incentives equaling to a total of twenty-four million dollars. That's six milli a year for those who can't do math.

DM: Damn! Reaper pulling in big bucks!

The crowd chants "Bring Reaper back". All members of Da Xtreme Regime nod theirs heads in agreement for the chant.

James Baker: Now why am I mentioning the parameters of his contract? Because moron Morgan never read the fine print which states that if Reaper gets unjustifiably fired for any reason whatsoever - he will be paid in full of his contract, ALONG WITH, the incentives he was planning on earning.

The crowd cheers loudly.

SS: OH THAT'S CRAP!

DM: It makes sense, idiot! You wouldn't know that as you ran this company into the fucking ground the first time around!

SS: I DID NOT DO SUCH A THING!

DM: Calm down, moron! And yes you fucking did!

James Baker: Reaper will be getting paid a lot of skrilla if you know what I'm sayin'. Onto him being re-hired, unfortunately dumb and dumber are not exactly using their brains on such a case...

The crowd boos loudly.

James Baker: But with myself being a special member of the board, I have the power necessary to attempt to get this done... by ANY means necessary.

James smirks and the rest of Da Xtreme Regime shares the same expression.

James Baker: And it's not just myself that's getting this done. Oh no, right now at the PCW Headquarters, we have members of both Team Lethality and Fatality Inc causing a ruckus out there, trying their damndest to get him re-hired. Admittedly, it's a process, yes, but it's one we are working our asses off to achieve. Nobody ever said it would take a day to do it mind you. Rome certainly wasn't built in a fucking day but I digress. And while this goes on, Reaper is wrestling over in our developmental program, Pride Wrestling. The federation that breeds the PCW stars of tomorrow, a very successful venture might I add. One that YOURS TRULY made the deal with, not the cancer's "T-Dogg" and Morgan.

The crowd cheers loudly at the mentioning of Pride Wrestling.

James Baker: Now if anybody from management or production wants to come out here and have a little talk, bring your mother fucking asses on out here and let's fucking talk.

All of Da Xtreme Regime wait for anybody to come out from the back, but nobody has volunteered to come out and talk.

DM: Management has the floor open for them but they're not biting!

SS: I don't think they're going to do this on James Baker's terms! They're not a maniacal person like is!

DM: Or they're just scared pussies!

The crowd boos as nobody appears. James Baker however, shakes his head but has a smirk on his face.

James Baker: Typical. I knew management didn't have the fucking balls to come out here and have a discussion with us. Such shame really.

James shakes his head before continuing.

James Baker: But if none of you fucking morons are going to come out here and negotiate with Reaper's re-hiring. Then I guess, we have to take matters... into our own hands. How? You will find out... soon enough. Believe that.

"Icu" by Brotha Lynch Hung hits again and Da Xtreme Regime all leave the ring to cheers from the crowd.

DM: James Baker is out for blood from anybody in management, all to get Reaper's job back!

SS: He's going to fail, because Retard will NEVER have his job back in PCW!

DM: Not true idiot! I wish we would trade your ass in so Reaper can come back to this company!

SS: Who would take my spot at this table then?

DM: I'll fly solo since I carry your worthless ass every show anyways! But enough bickering! Right now, we'll get to our next match which is Victor Cavanagh going up against Derek Jacobs!

Cut to the ring.

Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 285 pounds, “DR. PAIN” DEREK JACOBS!!!!

‘Someone to Hate’ by Demon Hunter plays as Derek Jacobs appears on the stage harbouring a nervous energy that he shakes off and starts to taunt the crowd. He starts making his way to the ring, a very cocky look on his face. He taunts the crowd before climbing into the ring, and he intimidates the ref out of the ring, before hitting all four turnbuckles and raising his arms.

SS: Brytain Montgomery damned near broke this kid’s legs last Rapture. I’m actually a little surprised to even see him out here tonight!

DM: He’s a big, tough guy, like I said last week. Let’s see if he finds a way to use that to his advantage this time around.

Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent, from Bellevue, Washington, weighing in at 240 pounds, “THE CATALYST” VICTOR CAVANAUGH!!!!

Don’t fret Precious I’m here
Step away from the window
And go…
Back to sleep…

The lights fade as the hypnotically pounding rhythmic intro to “Counting Bodies Like Sheep (To the Rhythm of the War Drum)”. A chorus of boos courses through the crowd as Cavanagh appears on the stage. He stands in total silence, cracking his neck before methodically making his way to the ring, ignoring the jeers and catcalls raining down on him. He hops up on to the apron, making his way to the middle, where he pauses again, pulling his hood back and glancing out into the crowd for a moment before stepping through the ropes. He heads to his corner then, discarding his sweat shirt and doing final adjustments on his tape and pads before he leans back against the turnbuckles, awaiting the start of the match.

*DING! DING! DING!*

Jacobs comes barrelling out of the corner with a clothesline. Victor tries to duck it but Jacobs catches him with a forearm to the side of the head. Cavanaugh gets right up and Jacobs throws another clothesline. This one connects full on!

SS: Going hard to avenge that loss against Montgomery last Rapture.

Derek Jacobs whips Victor Cavanaugh off the ropes. Reversal by Cavanaugh. Jacobs comes back with a big diving clothesline! Victor ducks it and grabs the arm as they hit the mat together locked in a Fujiwara armbar! Cavanaugh with the upper hand. They work up to their feet. Derek punches Victor to try to loosen the armbar, but Cavanaugh adjusts position and tightens his grip. Jacobs drops down and throws Victor with an armdrag that releases the hold and throws Cavanaugh out through the ropes and onto the ring apron. Jacobs charges in with a big boot to knock Victor off the ring apron, but Cavanaugh pulls the top rope down! Derek Jacobs straddles the top rope!! Cavanaugh is still on the apron. He runs in and hits a knee strike that knocks Derek into the ring. Cavanaugh gets back into the ring and hits a quick single arm DDT! A crooked sneer comes across the face of “The Catalyst” Victor Cavanaugh. Hangman’s neckbreaker by Cavanaugh. Jacobs gets up slowly as Cavanaugh hits the ropes and charges in with a running knee lift that sends Jacobs down on his back. Victor drops an elbow. Derek gets up. Jacobs drops an elbow. Victor dodges it. They stand. Cavanaugh goes for the whip to the corner. Jacobs reveres it and send Cavanaugh into the corner. He springboards off the middle rope and throws a back elbow, but Jacobs counters right into a belly-to-back suplex! Sharp angle on impact! Victor is stunned, but he gets up. Jacobs goes back to the clothesline, but Victor ducks it and goes for a flying crucifix. Derek Jacobs has had enough and just drops down on top of Victor in a version of the Samoan drop.

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

NO!!!!

Kickout by Victor! Derek pulls him up by his long sandy brown hair and hits him with a double underhook backbreaker. Next he hits a T-bone suplex across the ring. Jacobs gets Cavanaugh up above his head in the gorilla press position. Cavanaugh squirms down Jacobs’ back into a sunset flip. Jacobs doesn’t go down. He reaches down and pulls him slowly to his feet. They struggle through all of this. Victor hits a knee to the gut that doubles Derek over, but Derek takes the opportunity to lift Victor Cavanaugh over his head right back into the gorilla press position. Slam!!! Cavanaugh is on his back writhing in pain. Up to his feet. Irish whip by Derek Jacobs. Victor Cavanaugh comes back and ducks an elbow. He then ducks a clothesline. Cavanaugh with a running cross body. Roll through by Jacobs all the way up to a standing position holding Cavanaugh in the body slam position. Victor straight up rakes the eyes and then kicks Jacobs in the front of the knee. Derek goes down to a knee. Cavanaugh with a sudden shining wizard across the head of Jacobs. Victor steps behind Derek and locks him in the full nelson before planting his feet and throwing him with a release dragon suplex! He then slips around with a quick go-behind and throws Jacobs with a release German suplex!! They stand. Victor hooks Derek’s arms from behind with rear double underhooks and then throws him with a tiger suplex!!! Bridge! Pin!!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

NO!!!!

Cavanaugh admonishes the referee for what he says is a slow count. Referee Ricky Tiffin assures Victor of his cadence as Cavanaugh waves him off and grabs Jacobs by the throat and pulls him to his feet. Cavanaugh locks on a cravate and keeps Jacobs under control while applying pressure to the head and neck. Victor makes faces at a fan in the front row while wrenching Jacobs’ neck and staring down the kid at ringside. It’s a little uncomfortable. Derek starts to fight back and they both work up to a standing position. Derek with an elbow to the gut. Cavanaugh spins it into a neckbreaker. He now backs Jacobs into a corner and throws a violent knee strike to the mid-section. Derek gasps for breath as Victor smiles. He rears back and throws another knee strike. Cavanaugh is now in full control of this match. Cross-corner whip. Victor follows in with a running elbow that connects!! Victor gets an evil look in his eye as he starts to destroy Jacobs in the corner with knee strikes to the mid-section, head, and arms. He smells blood. He drags his opponent to the middle of the ring. Victor Cavanaugh whips Derek Jacobs off the ropes. He comes back and Cavanaugh goes for a belly-to-belly suplex. Jacobs just tackles him to the ground with a Lou Thesz press and drops a litany of punches on Victor’s head. He pulls him to his feet. Vertical suplex by Jacobs. Derek goes for a powerbomb but Victor floats over and then plain open-handed slaps him across the face and laughs at him.

DM: Uhhhhh… did that just happen?

SS: Victor Cavanaugh just changed this match by slapping Derek Jacobs across the face! He’s bringing that air of arrogance into the ring!

Cavanaugh dives out under the bottom rope. Jacobs chases him. Victor rolls in. Derek rolls in and Victor rolls out again. Derek rolls out of the ring. Cavanaugh slides into the ring. Jacobs slams his hands on the mat and then dives back into the ring. Cavanaugh is right on top of him raining down elbows to the back of the neck. He takes a few steps back and then charges in with a punt kick to the head!!! Cavanaugh then waits for his opponent to get to his feet. The look in Victor’s eyes is truly disturbing. The close-up is uncomfortable as he licks his lips and awaits his prey. Jacobs gets to his feet and Cavanaugh connects with a sick Gargoyle Suplex, dropping Jacobs right on his head!! He rolls Jacobs over onto his stomach and applies the Cobra Clutch while his opponent is face down. He then works hard to pull him to his feet before fully tightening the hold and thrashing Jacobs to and fro.

SS: Hillside Strangler by Cavanaugh!! This is unreal right now! Is Jacobs still alive?

The referee stops the match because Derek is completely unresponsive.

*DING! DING! DING!*

Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner, “THE CATALYST” VICTOR CAVANAUGH!!!!

The medical team is already in the ring as Cavanaugh celebrates in his way by cracking his neck and staring deep into the camera.

SS: This guy has a future around here if you ask me. That Hillside Strangler of his is serious.

DM: Nobody should ever ask you anything, but I’ll have to agree that Victor Cavanaugh is on the radar in PCW. Let’s see if he can keep it up.

SS: I hope so! Would be nice!

DM: Let's go to another break! Don't change the dial, we'll be right back!

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

[Papi El Sueno]

The show fades back in from the commercial break as "Red Hands" by Walk Off The Earth is currently playing over the loud speakers. Michael Sanders walks through the curtains leading The Fighting Eckles Family towards the ring. They all take time to greet the fans at ringside with hand slaps, hugs and even quick photo ops. Michael Sanders walks up the ring steps and enters the ring first. Lionel steps up onto the ring apron and steps over the ring ropes into the ring. Reba enters the ring like a normal female wrestler. Jackson and Brent holds the ropes open for their girlfriend and wife respectively. They all stand behind Michael Sanders as he receives a microphone from the ringside technician.

Michael Sanders: Hello everyone, my name is Michael Sanders and I am so excited to be apart of this great organization.

The crowd receive him with loud cheers as he partially bows for them.

Michael Sanders: You are too kind. I'm sure all of you are wondering why I am holding the microphone and not letting one of the four dressed in their wrestling gear speak. Well, I am going to give you all an answer. I am their mentor and the one who knows all about their special talents. I promised their father before he passed away that I would watch over them and take care of them as if they were my own.

He turns and points at his beautiful daughter standing beside Jackson.

Michael Sanders: I am especially proud that my daughter decided to join me as a manager for at least one of these boys. Most of you don't know but she is currently engaged to Jackson Eckles. She isn't the only spouse here with us. Brent's wife Christina has joined us on this journey to show the world how great the Eckles are as a family and as wrestlers.

The crowd continues to cheer as Michael is about to begin introducing the four Eckle siblings.

Michael Sanders: I would like to take this time and introduce them to you. The first one I will introduce is the eldest. His name is Lionel Eckles, some have nicknamed him as The Iceman because of his ice cold stares he will give to someone annoying him. However he is the nicest guy you will ever meet.

The crowd decides to start an Iceman chant which makes Lionel smile and he lifts one arm into the air. The chant a little louder as if that was a signal of admiration.

Michael Sanders: I would like to introduce you to Jackson Eckles also known simply as Pyro. The reason is because for some reason he likes burning things and setting stuff on fire. He is just a firebug. I guess you can say he will burn the competition.

The crowd almost bust out a Pyro chant when "Tir Abhaile Ri" by Celtic Woman strikes up over the loud speakers. Michael Sanders and the Eckles clan look toward the stage. The crowd instantly let out a negative response towards the interruption of the Fighting Eckles. Jenifer Holt, the wife of the recently signed Dustin Holt, walks through the curtain wearing tight jeans, a Celtic Woman T-Shirt and Riding Boots. She stands on the stage while giving a mocking kind of clap towards the Eckles inside the ring. She reaches into her back pocket and pulls out a microphone. She slowly starts walking the ramp while holding the microphone.

Jenifer Holt: Come on people let's give it up for the biggest pile of douchebags in one area. I mean look at all of you, you all look pathetic and I'm sure these people are just giving you sympathy. I mean it must be hard to know that when PCW signed you they did it out of pure pity since they didn't know about you all being talentless. Especially you Brent, haven't you been a personal whipping boy for my husband for years now. Correct if I'm wrong, all three of you Eckle men haven't been able to beat my husband or his best friend. It must really eat away at you knowing that my husband is just better than you.

Brent nearly rips his mentor's arm off his body when he takes the microphone from him.

Brent Eckles: Listen here you stupid cunt face bitch, everyone knows that Dustin cheated in three of those wins against me.

Jenifer Holt: Are you sure because I remember one of those matches a no rules match? I don't even know how you cheat in that kind of match but I guess losers like you have to come up with excuses. It's really sad because you could have been great only if you accepted Dustin's deal.

Brent Eckles: I would never make a deal with that sorry sack of shit.

The crowd cheers really loud when Brent calls Dustin Holt a sack of shit.

Jenifer Holt: That's your problem Brent, you are allowing your thinking too much. It's really simple, you either become Dustin's personal servant or continue getting your ass kicked.

Brent Eckles: Well, I guess I choose door number 2 because there is no way in hell that I ever become a servant for that son of a bitch.

The cameras pick up movement in the crowd behind the announce table as two men in hooded jackets make their way towards the ring. Jackson takes the microphone from Brent and decides to give his two cents worth.

Jackson Eckles: Where is that sorry piece of burning flesh? Is he too scared to come out here on his own?

Jenifer Holt: Trust me, he will make his presence felt.

Jackson Eckles: Well, I don't see him. Is he hiding in the back like a punk? Come out, come out wherever you are Dustin.

The two men jump the barricade beside the commentators and stands on the arena floor in front of them. The commentators are wondering what is going on as the two men hop up on the ring apron and enters the ring.

Jenifer Holt: Jackson, you know the old saying "be careful what you wish for, because you just might get it."

Jackson Eckles: What are you talking about Jenifer?

Jenifer Holt: I'm just saying that maybe you shouldn't turn around.

The two men standing behind the Eckles throws down their hood as the crowd gasps. Everyone slowly turns around as the camera whips to show Dustin Holt and Kenneth Campbell standing inside the ring. Michael, Katie and Christy quickly exits the ring as Brent and Jackson charges at them. Dustin and Kenneth drops them with clotheslines as the camera shows Jen shrugging her shoulders while giving a smug look at them.

Jenifer Holt: I tried to warn you.

Lionel grabs Kenneth and whips him back first into the turnbuckle. Dustin picks Brent up off the mat, holds his head and lands a strong right hand across his jaw. Dustin continues to reign right hands down on Brent's face. Reba tries to help her brother by wrapping her arms around Dustin's neck. She squeezes as Brent rubs his face and fixes his jaw. He then lands a few punches of his own to the body of Dustin. Jen slides into the ring, grabs Reba by the hair and flings her down to the mat. Jen mounts her and just bounces Reba's head off the mat like a basketball. Jen gets off of Reba, picks her up and slaps her hard across the face. The force of the slap causes Reba to fall to her knees while holding her face. Christy and Katie reach into the ring and pulls Reba out keeping her from getting hurt. Brent continues to punch Dustin in his body till Dustin catches one arm and tosses him overhead with a modified belly to belly suplex. Jackson gets up off the mat and tries to charge at Dustin but misses with the clothesline. Jackson bounces off the ropes only to get met with a savate kick to the head. Jackson falls to the mat as Dustin motions for Jen to get out of the ring. Jen exits the ring while Kenneth has reversed Lionel in the corner and lands several body shots of his own. Kenneth looks over his shoulder and nods toward Dustin. Dustin backs into the corner and sprints toward Kenneth. Kenneth moves out of the way as Dustin connects with a corner splash. The splash nearly rocks Lionel but doesn't knock him off his feet. So Dustin backs up a bit, springs off the ropes and connects with a corner dropkick with both boots connecting with his face. Lionel stumbles out of the corner after the effects of that dropkick. Kenneth lands a left hook right across the jaw. The punch turns Lionel around which sets him up for Dustin. He sees this and charges at Lionel connecting with a running knee smash. The force of Dustin's knee spins Lionel back around as Kenneth hits a slingshot shoulder block knocking Lionel down to the mat. Kenneth gets back up to his feet kind of surprised that the shoulder block knocked Lionel out. Meanwhile, Dustin walks back over to Brent and rams him back first into the turnbuckle. While he has Brent in the corner, he lays his shoulder into his sternum multiple times. Dustin points back at Kenneth as he whips Brent towards him. Kenneth connects with a Super kick which spins Brent around. Dustin sprints and nearly rips Brent in half with the Freight Train Spear. Brent rolls around the ring holding his rib cage as Dustin is smiling at himself. Reba breaks loose from her sister n laws and hops up onto the ring apron. She springs off the ropes looking for a clothesline but Dustin sensing it catches her in mid air with a DKO. Dustin looks down at Reba and just shakes his head as Jackson is laying in some good shots into Kenneth. Kenneth connects with a strong knee into the sternum as he whips across the ring. As Jackson bounces off the ropes, Kenneth catches him in a spinning sit out spine bomb. Dustin bounces off the ropes perpendicular and connects with an inverted leg drop bulldog. Kenneth and Dustin drop to the mat at the same time driving the neck and spine down hard. Dustin and Kenneth get back up to their feet as Brent is struggling to get up to his feet. Kenneth steps to side as Dustin connects with his Brain Damage Savate Kick. Brent falls face first to the mat as Jen re-enters the ring. Dustin walks over to where the Eckles were standing and picks up the microphone. He observes the carnage and then looks up at the camera.

Dustin Holt: Premium Championship Wrestling, consider this a warning because The Man of a 1000 Nicknames is here and well as you can see for your damn self, I'M NOT TAKING ANY PRISONERS. Unlike these four assholes who was trying to get all these rugrats to kiss their ass, I'm out here stating that these fans can go fuck themselves because The Florida Boys are out for blood. If you know what's good for you, you will stay the hell out of our way. Otherwise, you will be just like these helpless fuckers. Which means you will be just another victim. Now as far as I see it you all have two options and those options are. Option A avoid me at all cost or option b....get struck with the D...K...O!!!! GET IT. GOT IT. GOOD. Oh and one more thing, SORRY BOUT YOUR FUCKING LUCK.

"Here comes the boom" by Nelly starts playing as Dustin throws the microphone down and exits the ring. Jenifer and Kenneth follows suit as they meet him at the bottom of the ramp. Jen puts her hand in Dustin's hand as they share a kiss. They start walking up the ramp as Michael, Christy and Katie enter the ring to check on the Eckles. Medical personnel, backstage agents and the other Eckles siblings run down the ramp blowing past the three individuals. They enter the ring to check on the status of all four siblings. Dustin, Jen and Kenneth stop when they reach the top of the ramp and turns around. They look at the carnage left inside the ring as the cameras pan back up to Dustin. A sick, sly smirk comes across his face as he raises one arm high in the air. Kenneth and Jen do the same thing as the arena fills with well resounding boos. They slowly put their arms down while disappearing behind the curtains as a look of anger comes across the face of Michael Sanders.

DM: The Florida Boys and The Eckles Family have arrived in PCW and their history has translated here tonight!

SS: You just saw the Florida Boys kick some major ass out here! I'll tell ya this, this is going to be some good stuff going forward! I love these new additions by our great owner and great General Manager!

DM: This might be one time I actually agree, although calling Ryder and Morgan great is just bullshit! But to continue on with this action, let's send it to Jimmy to announce the competitors of our next contest!

Cut to the ring.

Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The crowd cheers.

Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!

The lights dim over the arena and "Pain" by Three Days Grace thunders through the crowd as Adrian Storms steps out onto the stage, his face in the shadows of a black jacket. After the first few heavy beats of the music, a burst of pyro illuminates him and Adrian flips the hood off, revealing his face. As he makes his way slowly to the ring, the crowd gives a confusing mix of cheers and boos, unsure how to react to Storm. Jumping onto the apron, he throws his jacket off and slides into the ring. Adrian climbs onto the top rope and taunts a bit. He jumps down, sitting and waiting in the corner as the music slowly fades out.

Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring ... ADRIAN STORMS!!!

The lights slowly fade down in the arena again and the crowd begins to cheer in anticipation.

Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!

"I Get Off" by Halestorm hits and from behind the curtain enters Charlie Luzon. He struts his way out to the ramp. He stops, raises his hands, then puts it on his chest, taunting his opponent. He comes down, ruffles his hair then high fives his fans.

Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 195 pounds... "THE ADONIS FACTOR"... CHARLIE LUZON!!!

He reached to the ring and runs towards it, sliding in, he comes up slowly and sensuously. Getting to the ring ropes, he climbs on the middle one and bends down to show off his goods, he does the same on the other side and finally finishes up by staring straight at his opponent as he awaits for the bell to ring so the match can start.

*DING! DING! DING!*

The two men come off of the ropes and circle each other warily, each looking for an opening to get the upper hand. As Charlie Luzon lunges in, Adrian Storm catches him with a kick to the midsection, forcing Luzon to stumble back. The two men continue to circle each other, never taking their eyes off of each other. Every time Charlie gets close, Storm attempts to catch him with another quick kick but Luzon is anticipating it now and easily dodges out of the way before they can connect.

DM: Charlie's proving how quick he is! Ranger... I mean Adrian can't get to him!

SS: He couldn't even get to a damn statue, much less a bull!

DM: The fuck are you talking about?

SS: Eh!

The two finally lock up in the middle of the ring, each vying for the upper hand, each time Storm attempts to lock in a hold Luzon is able to catch him with an elbow to the face, stalling the inevitable. Finally, Storm is able to catch Luzon in a headlock, slowly applying pressure to the neck and throat of his opponent. Luzon is able to power out of the move, shoving Storm into the ropes and ducking out of his arms before whipping him into the ropes on the other side of the ring. He looks as though he’s hoping to catch Storm on the rebound, but Storm is anticipating him and comes off of the ropes with a forearm to the face, dropping Luzon to the canvas.

DM: Nice forearm by Adrian Storms! Charlie Luzon wasn't expecting that one!

SS: Storm's is more focused than ever! It's a good sign for him!

While Charlie lies prone on the mat, catching his breath, Storm uses the ropes to gather momentum, obviously hoping to catch him with an elbow drop but Charlie sees it coming and quickly scrambles to his feet. The two men lock up again before Storm is able to lift Luzon onto his shoulders, but Charlie catches him with an elbow to the temple and capitalizes with a quick kick to the midsection. Grabbing Storm, Luzon runs him face first into the turnbuckle, whipping him around to drive his shoulder into Storm’s midsection. He does this a few times, winding Storm, before finally whipping him back first into the opposite turnbuckle. Luzon lifts Storm up for a back body drop but as Storm hits the ground, he grabs Charlie’s legs and takes him with him to the canvas, rolling him up for a surprise pin.

ONE!!

The referee barely gets a one count before Charlie has kicked his way out of the roll up but Storm intends to keep the advantage and quickly locks on a sleeper hold, once again applying pressure to the throat of Luzon. Charlie struggles to break the hold, finally managing to drag both himself and Storm to their feet where he’s able to catch Storm with a few stiff elbows to the face and break the hold.

DM: Charlie's keeping up with the pace of Adrian Storms, and those stiff elbow shots definitely help!

SS: Charlie Luzon's pretty quick himself though! Adrian is pretty beatable, no doubt about it!

Luzon attempts to Irish whip Storm into the ropes, but Storm is able to reverse it and instead whips Luzon into the ropes. Charlie attempts to use the momentum to take Storm down with a flying elbow but Storm sees it coming and hits the canvas and Charlie’s momentum sends him tumbling outside of the ring. As Charlie recovers outside of the ring, the referee begins the count out.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

FOUR!!

While the referee is counting, Storm bounds off of the ropes and attempts a suicide dive to the faltering Luzon outside of the ring. Luzon is able to move out of the way just in time to send Storm crashing into the barricade and down to the ground outside of the ring.

FIVE!!

SIX!!

SEVEN!!

Both men struggle to roll themselves back into the ring and Luzon immediately goes for the pin.

ONE!!

TWO--NO!!

Storm just barely manages to get his shoulder up and both men struggle to their feet. Their fight has obviously taken a lot out of both of them and the wear and tear shows as they lock up once again in the middle of the ring. Luzon manages to connect with a forward backbreaker. With Storm down on the canvas, Luzon slowly climbs the turnbuckle. He reaches the top just as Storm has come around enough to roll himself out of the ring.

DM: Adrian rolls out of the ring!

SS: Smart! Really smart, and I don't normally give him credit mind you!

Undeterred, Charlie turns and leaps from the turnbuckle in a flying clothesline but Storm is able to just barely duck out of the way. Luzon slams chest first into the barricade, sliding down to the floor with a look of agony on his face.

SS: That's gonna hurt tomorrow!

DM: No doubt about it! Good awareness by Storms to move out of the way!

As the referee begins the count out, Storm rolls himself back into the ring and yells at the referee to begin the count out.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

FOUR!!

FIVE!!

SIX!!

SEVEN!!

EIGHT!!

NINE!!

Luzon just barely manages to roll himself back into the ring before he’s counted out and Storm immediately goes for the pin but Luzon is able to get a shoulder up before the referee can even begin the count. Frustrated, Storm grabs a handful of Luzon’s hair and yanks him up into a sitting position hitting him with a series of brutal knees to the kidneys. Letting Luzon drop back down to the mat, Storm goes for another pin.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR--NO!! Luzon just barely manages to get his shoulder up, rolling himself way from a frustrated Storm. Adrian whips Charlie back first into the turnbuckle before following it up with a few more hard kicks to the back as Luzon writhes in pain on the mat before going in for the pin once more.

ONE!!

TWO--KICKOUT!!

Frustrated, Storm fires off a few stiff right hands to Luzon’s face before going for the pin again.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR--KICKOUT!!

Luzon refuses to give up but Storm is clearly the less worn down of the two men and is able to lock in The Death Trap, his version of a Boston crab submission. After several long, agonizing attempts to drag himself to the bottom rope unsuccessfully, Luzon is finally forced to tap out to the submission.

Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner by submission... ADRIAN STORMS!

"Pain" by Three Days Grace" hits and Adrian Storms celebrates his victory.

DM: I... I don't believe it! Adrian Storms, Triple M, The Lone Ranger, whatever you want to call him... just got a win in PCW!

SS: Unbelievable! How the hell did this happen?

DM: I don't know! Do I look like a snow globe? No I do not!

After Adrian Storms goes backstage, Charlie Luzon gets up and is noticably dejected. Before he could fully comprehend what happened, "Counting Bodies Like Sheep (To The Rhythm of a War Drum)" by A Perfect Circle hits and the crowd boos as "The Catalyst" Victor Cavanagh comes out with a smirk on his face and a microphone in his hand.

Victor Cavanagh: Oh Charlie. You never cease to fail me.

Victor says with a laugh as he walks down the ramp with confidence in his step.

Victor Cavanagh: I mean, here I am, standing at two wins and zero losses, while ever since I came to this company, you have been falling into a Downward Spiral. And here I expected more.

He hops on the steps and steps in-between the ropes before walking around the ring.

Victor Cavanagh: The good thing about this, is this is even more of a perfect opportunity to wipe you away from the wrestling world and allowing me to reform this industry from what it should be.

Victor pauses and the crowd boos.

Victor Cavanagh: And that opportunity for me will come in two weeks at Anarchy. You and I at the all hardcore pay-per-view and I will take great pleasure in putting you out to pasture and furthering my career towards a title shot in this company.

Charlie having recovered enough, takes the microphone and begins to speak.

Charlie Luzon: Who the hell do you think you are? You want to face ME at Anarchy? Hell, why didn't you say so. I'd love to, doll, and we'll do this... in a No Holds Barred Match.

Victor raises an eyebrow and doesn't look too impressed, but from out of nowhere, Charlie leaps up... and hits Victor with the Enzuigiri to take him down. Charlie isn't stopping there as he mounts on top of Victor and starts hitting him repeatedly in the face.

DM: Charlie's frustration has officially boiled over and he is taking it out on Victor Cavanagh!

Charlie gets off of Victor and waits for him to get back up. Victor gets up and Charlie kicks him in the gut... and HITS him with the SEME BREAKER!

DM: MY GOD! Charlie just nailed the Seme Breaker onto Victor Cavanagh! He is on fire!

SS: Charlie has the upperhand and the momentum over Victor heading into Anarchy, but Victor has proven he is no slouch whatsoever! This should be a fun match!

Charlie stands over Victor with anger and frustration on his face as the crowd cheers Charlie on. From there, we go to commercial break.

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

[Papi El Sueno]

We come back from the break and the scene opens up to the headquarters of Premium Championship Wrestling, located in Las Vegas, Nevada. Inside the place is as clean as clean can be, and there are a lot of people inside as well. Standing inside are the members of Team Lethality and Fatality Inc, which is being lead by in this venture by Mariah Lopez. Tom Pendergrass, TJ Parks and Crystal Alvarez have backpacks strapped to their backs while Kyoko Kawashima, Rachel Robinson, Stephen Kelly and Laurie Young are dressed in SWAT gear, and Mariella Lopez, Melanie Ramirez, Alexis Landry, Katie Chason, Jenna Martin and Michelle Ryder are all dressed in camouflage pants and Fatality Inc t-shirts.

Mariah Lopez: You all know the mission. Any questions?

Tom: Yeah. Be stealth or just cause a rampage?

Mariah Lopez: Stealth for now.

Tom: Good enough.

They all walk towards the receptionist desk where a woman with longish brunette hair sits there looking very professional.

Mariah Lopez: Hello ma'am. Do you by any chance know where Terrell Ryder's office is?

Receptionist: Second door on the left of the second floor. May I ask why?

Mariah Lopez: We all have some... business to discuss with him.

Receptionist: Alrighty.

Mariah nods and Team Lethality and Fatality Inc begin to scour the hallways. They take their time until they get to the door that reads "Terrell 'Money' Ryder".

Mariah Lopez: Here it is.

Mariella Lopez: Sis, can we just kick down the door?

Tom: For once... I think I'm in agreement with her. I think the world is ending.

Mariella Lopez: Still an asshole.

Mariah Lopez: Let's just open the thing and see what happens.

Mariah opens the door to Terrell's office and nobody is in there.

Mariah Lopez: Well this is no surprise. The pansy isn't here.

Alexis Landry: Well that's a bitch!

Crystal Alvarez: But we have backpacks, remember?

TJ Parks: She's right. And we have some... things in here. Like smoke bombs and spray paint.

Tom: Now you're talking. Lets do it.

Tom, Crystal and TJ take off their backpacks and begin spray painting the office, while the members of Fatality Inc start smashing things with baseball bats. Once they are done with all of that, Laurie Young and Rachel Robinson have the smoke bombs, set them off in the room and everybody runs as we go back to ringside

SS: They should all be arrested! That was just bullshit!

DM: What's bullshit, is Terrell Ryder not being there! I thought he was man enough to be in his office? I guess not!

SS: Terrell is not a bitch, okay!

DM: Shut up, idiot!

As Desiree and Saint are having an argument. A voice can be heard...

Smith Jones: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first…

Mya skips out onto the stage and Smith follows close behind carrying his favourite white microphone. They stop at the top of the ramp. Mya uses her index finger to draw an X across Smith’s chest. Fire rains down behind them as they start to kiss each other passionately. S&M hold hands and walk down to ringside together. Smith leads her up the ring steps and they both wipe their feet before entering the ring and taking centre. They hold hands as Smith raises the white microphone to his lips and he speaks.

Smith Jones: From Chicag… currently residing in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 110 pounds, she’s a twisted vixen. She’s a devilish diva. She’s definitely NOT crazy. My muse, MYA DENTON!!!!

Mya goes up onto the ropes and raises her arms as the crowd boos and Smith applauds. She comes back over to Smith. He whispers something in her ear before he steps out of the ring. Mya runs the ropes and gets ready to work.

Jimmy Wilkes: And introducing next. From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, “The God of War” Brian Stryker!

“Revolution” by Pennywise blasts over the sound system as Brian Stryker bursts out from the back. He stands at the top of the ramp. He gets down on one knee and places a hand on the stage. Then with one solid motion Brian rises to his feet and throws his hood back as he shouts “revolution”!

He side skips down the ramp pumping the crowd up. He does a lap around the ring high fiving everyone in the front row. When he completes his lap, Brian climbs the steel steps. He climbs the turnbuckle to the top and holds up his title, shouting "REVOLT!" Before hoping down onto the floor.

*Ding Ding Ding*

Brian and Mya start it off by circling around it each. Mya looks to get an early advantage by locking Brian in a headlock. She throws Brian against the ropes and bends over, looking to back drop him, but Brian quickly dodges by rolling over her back. The two stand back up and have another stare down as Brian smiles.

SS: I swear this loser never takes anything serious.

DM: Oh shut up Shannon. Brian clearly can goof off every once in a while.

The two lock up once again but this time Brian gets the advantage. He goes for the side lock as he kicks Mya in the stomach. As she doubles over, Brian attacks quickly hitting a quick DDT. He scopes the leg looking for the early victory.

1…..

2….Kickout!

DM: Brian is gonna need to do more damage if he wants to get that pin.

SS: He’s not gonna get the pin, he’s a loser! I’m surprised he didn’t bring that mutt of his to ringside.

Brian continues his attack, putting Mya in a camel clutch, putting torque on her back. The ref asks if Mya if she gives up but she quickly says no. She crawls towards the ropes looking to break the hold. After some struggle she does, the ref starting his count for Brian.

1…….

2………

3……..

4…….

Brian let’s go as the ref warns him of getting DQ’d. Brian shrugs that off and goes back to Mya, who counters with a poke in the eye.

DM: Mya with the cheap move. Seems the time with Smith Jones has had an effect on her.

SS: She’s learning from the best. Now beat this faggot down!

DM: SAINT! Watch the language! Have some respect.

Brian gets down on one knee as he holds his eye. Mya capitalizes on the moment and hits a buzzsaw kick to the side of Brian’s head, laying him out. Mya climbs to the top rope and jumps off hitting an diving elbow drop, square on Brian’s chest. She waits for Brian to get to his feet, connecting with a hurricanerana when he does. She scopes the leg.

1…..

2……kick out!

DM: Brian keeping this match alive. You can tell these two want the win really bad.

SS: I want Mya really bad.

DM: Pig…..

Mya picks up Brian and brings him to his feet. She goes for a clothesline but Brian ducks underneath. Jumping into the air, kicking Mya in the head with a jaw dropping Pele Kick. The crowd cheers loudly at the display of athleticism. Brian gets back to his feet and continues to pump the crowd. When Mya gets back up, Brian kicks her in the face with the First Stryke super kick. Seeing his opening, Brian climbs the turnbuckle and perches himself at the top.

He jumps off and hits the Air Stryke that drives the crowd wild. However instead of going for the pin, Brian grabs Mya leg, bends backwards and grabs her neck locking in the Lockdown. Mya screams in pain as she has no choice but to tap out.

*Ding Ding Ding*

Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner by submission……Brian Stryker!

The fans cheer as the ref raises Brian’s arm.

DM: Brian Stryker with a huge victory over a game Mya Denton!

SS: Fuck fuckity fuck fuck fuck! That was horrible! Can't believe this faggot won!

DM: Will you quit with the fucking word, you fat son of a bitch! God damn!

As Smith helps Mya out of the ring and Stryker celebrates his win, "Icu" by Brotha Lynch Hung hits throughout the PA system and the crowd cheers loudly.

DM: Business is about to pick up, Taint!

SS: Fuck my life!

James Baker appears from behind the curtain and the crowd cheers even more. He stands there and looks around at the screaming fans before slowly making his way down the ramp. He nods at the fans cheering for him before stepping on the steps and stepping in-between the ropes to get in the ring. He looks at Mya and Smith for a moment before grabbing a microphone. Once he's done that, the music dies down and The King of Hardcore begins to speak.

James Baker: Yo, yo, yo. Good stuff out there. Really enjoyed this match.

The crowd cheers.

James Baker: Since I am THE representative of the PCW Board of Directors. This means, I have powers that most cannot fathom of having. Giving a pure bread psychopath even one ounce of power, is very dangerous for all of mankind.

James says with a smirk.

James Baker: Unlike Morgan Simmons and certain others who would dream of being put in a position of power, I won't abuse it. Hell I didn't when I was GM despite what certain talentless fucking morons would say, but this isn't about me or my past as the GM of this company. Oh no, I'm out here to address the issue of WHO is challenging Jay Thunder for the PCW Platinum Championship in two weeks time at Anarchy.

James pauses for a moment before continuing.

James Baker: First, let me point out that Jay Thunder isn't here tonight. I have no clue why nor do I care, but he's not here.

The crowd boos loudly.

James Baker: There are a lot of people who have thrown their names into the hat for the PCW Platinum Championship. Those who are returning, those who want the ball and even retired wrestlers all want a crack at that prestigious title. It is fucking prestigious.

James nods at the crowd who's cheering on. He looks at Stryker and then at the camera before continuing once more.

James Baker: So let me do the cast of eliminations. Liam Reilly is definitely out of the running. Lone Ranger or Adrian Storms never had a chance, Mama and Mama's Ass are in Japan so they can't make it, Willy Wonka couldn't cut the mustard and Lindsay Lohan when she was a Mean Girl, although hot as fuck at that time, just ain't championship material.

SS: Where the fuck is this asshole going with this?

DM: Maybe if you'd listen fat ass, you might find out!

The crowd cheers loudly at James' humor before he continues.

James Baker: I'll get to the point quickly. Now I have had time to deliberate and there's one dude who should get the opportunity. A man who has been bustin' his ass for this company throughout the whole year. He's hungry to make it above the broadcast level and I think he'd be the perfect candidate to take the Platinum title away from Toxic.

James looks directly at Stryker while he's speaking.

James Baker: Stryker, you will be the one to take out that S.O.B., and I'm giving you the opportunity in a Philly Street Fight match where if you win, you get the title. However, since this is very high stakes and it is an important matter, the loser of this match... will no longer be able to compete in PCW. That's the risk of a high profile match such as this.

The crowd cheers loudly.

James Baker: So Brian, now that you know the stakes of this match up. Are you in or are you out? Keep in mind, I won't offer this opportunity again, so think about it, homie.

Brian takes a moment to think.

Stryker: My answer.......is yes. I am in. You got yourself a match!

The crowd cheers loudly.

SS: Oh we're gonna be free of this trash for ever now!

DM: I wouldn't bet on it. If anyone can beat Jay Thunder, it's this kid.

SS: This kid is gonna fail and fail hard!

DM: Don't bet on it fatty!

Stryker shakes hands with James Baker before the two of them go backstage! From there, we go to commercial break.

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

[Papi El Sueno]

Back from commercial and the scene opened up backstage, in what appeared to be a locker room. It was dimly lit, and gave off an ominous feeling as there was absolute silence. Suddenly, the air seems to take a sudden chill as something is heard moving within the darkness. The sound is seemingly coming from everywhere at once, but slowly becomes recognizable the longer one listens to it. It was the sound of someone, or something, breathing. The breathing seems to still for a few moments, before the camera is slowly picked up from where it is sitting, and was now pointed at the person who was holding the camera.

(?): One moment....

The person revealed himself to be Syn, smiling manically as he leered into the camera. His face was painted white, with dark rings around his eyes and bright red paint covering his mouth, giving the appearance of a long and jagged Glasgow Smile. Syn gives a small twitch, unconsciously licking the corners of his lips as he continued to speak.

Syn: One moment is all it takes to bring someones entire world crashing down around them. Yet that one moment feels like a lifetime when it's something that has affected countless people. Everyone from employees and staff, to the highest branches of Management, this night has been something that every single person who has their name written upon a Premium Championship Wrestling Contract has been looking forward to for the last two weeks for one reason and one reason only.

Syn pauses slightly, before his smile takes a turn for the wicked as he continues.

Syn: To witness the fate of one Morgan Renee Simmons as the world she tried to conquer...burns to ashes. Now, before one decides to delude themselves into thinking I do this as some sort of favor to The PCW Locker Room and Board Members, allow me to explain myself.

Syn: You see, much like the rest of The Wonderful World of Premium I was forced to sit back and watch as Team Lethality and Toxic attempted to wage war with one another, and I was fully content with letting them destroy one another without my involvement. But as I kept watching Rapture after Rapture, as both groups circled one another in a never ending cycle and knowing full well that neither side would ever do anything that needs to be done to rid themselves of the other, it became so.....Boring. After all, Degenerate, Childish pranking can only do so much and be entertaining for so long before someone finally decides to turn away.

Syn's twitch became more noticeable as he continued, the smile now gone and replaced by a more calm, colder smirk.

Syn: Add into more....recent discoveries about Morgan, I understandably have had a change of heart in the matter of this little spat. But while I plan on being the one who destroys Morgan...why shouldn't I allow a select few to take their pound of flesh? So, I've given 25 people a chance to....vent their frustrations upon our "Esteemed" General Manager, in this little match that I've taken to calling "The Locker Room's Revenge".

Syn: Morgan, tonight you step into a hell of your own design, that you and you alone created. And when all is said and done...this night will end as the final night that Morgan Simmons' drew breath inside of a PCW Sanctioned Ring. Welcome to the Age of Armageddon, Morgan. I promise that it will be a very unforgettable experience.

Syn began laughing maniacally, before the camera statics and blacks out.

Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The crowd cheers.

Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!

‘The Mighty Fall’ by Fall Out Boy plays and the arena turns stark white. Then red spotlights flash all over the arena. The PremiumTron 5000 explodes with pyro as Smith Jones and Mya Denton appear on the stage. It begins to rain fire in front of the tron. Smith and Mya stand side by side and stare at the crowd. Smith is dressed to compete in his all white ring attire and Mya is also dressed in mostly white with red and gray accents. Her shin-high Chuck Taylor's are black with white trim. Smith steps to the top of the ramp and draws an ‘X’ across his chest. Mya steps in front of Smith and puts her hands on his chest, looking back towards the camera with those sultry eyes of hers. Smith pulls her in close and they kiss each other deeply, passionately. The crowd booooooooooos at the sight of this. They hold hands and walk down to ringside together.

Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Mya Denton ... SMITH JONES!!!

Smith leads Mya up the ring steps as they both wipe their feet. Smith holds the ropes open for Mya. She does a sexy little kick and slowly straddles the rope on her way into the ring. Smith steps in behind her and smacks her on the ass. Mya smiles and jumps on him, wrapping her legs around his waist. They kiss again and press their bodies together, grabbing and touching each other in the ring.

The lights slowly fade down in the arena again and the crowd begins to cheer in anticipation.

Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!

"I Came To Play" by Downstait hits and Draven Logan Kennedy comes out to the ramp, looking as pissed off as ever.

Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from London, Ohio, weighing in at 246 pounds! He is a member of the PCW Hall of Fame... "THE APOCALYPTIC MADMAN"... DRAVEN LOGAN KENNEDY!!!

He slowly walks down the ramp, smirking the entire way. He talks trash about the crowd before stepping on the steel steps and enters the ring. He goes to the top rope and looks into the crowd to more boos from the crowd. He hops down and looks rather angrily while standing in his corner.

The two men stare each other down face to face in the center of the ring for a few long, tense moments before Draven slowly makes a cut throat motion with one hand across his own throat.

*DING! DING! DING!*

The two men waste no time as the bell rings and Draven Logan Kennedy charges at Smith Jones, intending to drive Smith into the turnbuckle with his shoulder but Smith is quick on his feet and is able to duck out of the way sending Draven Logan Kennedy into the turnbuckle instead. Jones hits a series of stiff, knife chops to Draven’s chest before Draven Logan Kennedy is able to shove him away.

DM: Draven can take advantage here if he so chooses!

SS: He's not smart enough to do that! He's an idiot!

But Smith Jones is tenacious and refuses to allow Draven Logan Kennedy even a moment to regroup. He shoves him into the turnbuckle again and delivers another series of hard, knife chops to Draven’s chest. Smith Jones attempts to whip Draven Logan Kennedy into the opposite turnbuckle but Draven is expecting it and counters it, whipping Smith back first into the turnbuckle. The speed causes Smith to hit the turnbuckle and stumble back, running right Draven Logan Kennedy who lifts him up and drives him chest first into the turnbuckle.

DM: Smith Jones continuing to have the upperhand over Draven Logan Kennedy!

SS: Smith's awesome! He's one of the best in this company! Maybe we can put Smith in the Hall of Fame and kick Draven out!

DM: If anybody should be kicked out of the Hall of Fame... it's you fatty!

Running back to bounce off of the ropes, Draven Logan Kennedy catches Smith on the rebound with a big boot to the face and Smith hits the canvas but he doesn’t stay down for long, slowly rolling to his feet.

DM: Smith Jones just will not stay down, despite Draven hitting that nasty boot to the face!

SS: Smith is tough, Draven is not!

DM: That has got to be one of the dumbest things you have ever said, and believe me, there's plenty of stupid shit you've said over the last three years!

Smith Jones retreats to one corner, trying to catch his breath but he’s not given a second to regroup by Draven Logan Kennedy who gets a running start from the opposite side of the ring and drives a shoulder into Jones’ chest. As Jones stumbles out of the turnbuckle, Draven Logan Kennedy ducks behind him for a overhead release German suplex but Jones is able to counter with a few stiff elbows to the face, forcing Draven Logan Kennedy to break the hold.

DM: Just when Draven has the upperhand, Smith Jones finds a way to stop him dead in his tracks!

SS: WOO! GO SMITH!

Quickly trying to regain the upper hand, Smith Jones goes to work on Draven’s left knee, hitting him with a series of kicks. Draven, favoring that left knee, manages to nail Smith Jones with a hard right hand to the face and the smaller man stumbles backwards. Grabbing Smith by the back of the neck, Draven Logan Kennedy bounces his head off of the turnbuckle and hits him with two, hard right hands to the face.

DM: Draven's feeling it! Draven's getting himself into control here!

SS: Oh fuck! Come on Smith, beat this stupid mother fucker to death!

DM: I'd rather YOU get beaten to death, fat boy!

Once again, Draven Logan Kennedy appears to be setting Smith Jones up for a suplex but once again Jones is able to break the hold with a few quick elbows to the face. Taking back the momentum, Jones goes to work on the left knee again, getting a few more stiff kicks in before he torques Draven’s arm, bending him towards the mat and driving a few hard elbows into Draven Logan Kennedy neck.

DM: Draven is in a very compromising position! Smith with those hard elbows to the neck of Draven Logan Kennedy!

Jones attempts to lock in the arm bar but Draven Logan Kennedy is able to easily power out of it, using his slight size advantage in his favor. He hits Jones with another series of hard, right hand punches before attempting a chokeslam but Jones is able to easily break the hold, targeting that weak left knee with another quick kick.

DM: Smith halts Draven's momentum again, this time, using Draven's bad knee to do so!

SS: That's just one of the many things that makes Smith Jones a smart competitor! He targets a weakness and he exploits it!

The two men exchange right hands in the middle of the ring, each battling for the upper hand before Jones is able to take Kennedy down to his knees by once again targeting that weakened left knee. Taking a few steps back, Smith is able to nail Kennedy with a drive by kick, sending him toppling to the canvas. Draven Logan Kennedy isn’t down for long, however, quickly scrambling to his feet but obviously favoring that left knee.

DM: Draven's favoring that knee, and this can come back to bite him!

SS: I hope it does! Draven sucks and these idiots think it too!

DM: While I don't particularly agree with his actions, saying he sucks is like saying Chemical X was entertaining! Both of those things are false!

Smith is like a predator who smells blood, he sees that Draven Logan Kennedy is favoring that left knee and quickly goes for a chop block that Draven is able to just barely side step. Undeterred, Smith is quickly back on his feet and manages to hit Draven Logan Kennedy with a stiff kick to the left knee.

DM: And back to the knee Smith goes!

SS: COME ON SMITH! BREAK HIS FUCKING LEG! AND BREAK THE OTHER ONE TOO!

DM: Your yelling really pisses me off! Like seriously!

Smith doesn’t let up his onslaught of kicks to that weakened left knee, seeing a chink in Draven Logan Kennedy’s armor and determined to exploit it. He backs Draven into one of the turnbuckles, continuing the stomps and kicks to the weakened joint. As Draven Logan Kennedy slides down to the mat, Smith Jones grabs his left leg and hooks it over the bottom rope, adding several hard knee drops in between kicks. He uses the ropes to add more torque to each blow.

DM: Every blow is as fatal as the one before it! I don't think Draven can stand!

SS: He barely could anyways!

DM: Your negativity is really starting to anger me!

As Smith Jones comes down for another hard knee drop, Draven Logan Kennedy is able to reach up and connect with a throat thrust, using Jones’ own downward momentum to add strength to the desperate move. Clutching his throat, Smith stumbles back giving Draven Logan Kennedy the few moments of recovery time that he so desperately needs. Draven uses the ropes to pull himself up to his feet and whips Jones into the turnbuckle, hitting him with a series of hard, stiff right hands to the face.

DM: Draven's on the comeback! He can do this!

SS: NO! NO! NO!

In one quick movement though, Jones regains the upper hand with another stiff kick to that weakened left knee. Draven Logan Kennedy grimaces in pain as he stumbles back. Smith rushes out of the turnbuckle, hoping to do some more damage to that left knee but Draven is able to hit him with a clothesline, letting Smith’s own momentum send him crashing down to the mat. Quickly back on his feet, Smith tries again but this time Draven Logan Kennedy clotheslines him over the top rope. As Jones writhes in pain on the floor, Draven Logan Kennedy uses the ring ropes to gain momentum, possibly looking for a suicide dive over the top rope but Smith is back in the ring and quickly hits him with a chop block to the left knee, sending Draven Logan Kennedy down to the mat.

SS: HAHA! YEAH! CHOPBLOCK! RIGHT TO THE KNEE! I LOVE IT!

As Draven Logan Kennedy writhes in pain, Smith goes to work on that injured knee again, attempting to lock him into The System but Draven is able to kick Jones away with his uninjured leg. Frustrated, Jones attempts again to lock Draven Logan Kennedy into The System but once again, Draven Logan Kennedy is able to kick him away. This time, unfortunately, Smith stumbles directly into the referee, knocking him through the ring ropes and outside of the ring.

DM: Oh no! The referee is out!

SS: Chuck the rule book out the window, anything goes now!

Noticing this, a sinister smile spreads across Smith’s face as he gestures for Mya to climb into the ring. She does, her pink crowbar held tightly in her hands and a twisted little smile on her lips. Smith drags her in for a long kiss before the two separate and Mya slowly walks over to Draven Logan Kennedy, who is lying on the mat, clutching at his injured knee. With the referee distracted, Mya let’s the crowbar fly with all of her strength…. right into the injured knee of Draven Logan Kennedy! She does this once more before she leans down, muttering “You’re okay, you’re okay, you’re okay…” in a sing song voice before scooting out of the ring just as the referee is managing to climb back through the ropes. She hides the crowbar behind her back, an innocent smile on her face as the referee is none the wiser to what just happened in the ring.

DM: OH COME ON! THIS IS HIGHWAY ROBBERY!

SS: Knowing what Draven has put that poor woman through in the past, I can't blame her one bit!

DM: You may have a point, but this is still cheap!

With a sinister grin on his face, Smith drags Draven Logan Kennedy to his feet and… POINT OF CONTROVERSY! Smith Jones drops Draven Logan Kennedy with the Point of Controversy and immediately goes for the pin.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner by pinfall… SMITH JONES!

"The Mighty Fall" by Fall Out Boy hits and Smith Jones and Mya Denton celebrate their victory to boos from the crowd.

DM: Smith Jones with another victory here tonight, this time, over Draven Logan Kennedy!

SS: Was there any doubt? Smith Jones is fucking awesome! Other than The Elite, he's the best!

DM: In your mind that is! We're going to take another break! We'll be back with more Rapture after this!

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

[Papi El Sueno]

The scene opens backstage as the show comes back from a commercial break, where Mya Denton is seen struggling in the arms of two large men in black burlap masks. The masks are eerily similar to something a deranged scarecrow would wear, with jagged slashes for eyes and another, larger slash where their mouths would be, sewn back together haphazardly so that it hung open like a gaping maw. She’s obviously been struck a few times and there’s a fine rivulet of blood flowing from her hairline down one cheek but she’s awake and struggling to free herself, though it’s impossible.

Brytain Montgomery slowly steps out of the shadows, her head tilted curiously as she takes in the scene in front of her. She’s dressed in her ring gear: black leather pants that hug every curve, knee high black boots with silver spikes in a shining row up the back and a black leather tank top with spiked straps criss-crossing the back. She pauses in front of Mya, a taunting smile on her face.

Brytain Montgomery: Have you had fun playing the little psycho?

Mya snarls, beginning to speak but Brytain cuts her off.

Brytain Montgomery: Or should I say, have you had fun being nothing more than a whore in Smith’s bed and a tool he can use to accomplish what he knows he could never do on his own. Mya… dear, you’re about as meaningful to Smith Jones as his favorite set of brass knuckles. You’re useful to him… now. And when he’s done with you? You’re just another little girl playing dress up in big sister’s clothes, playing at being important to someone… anyone.

Brytain smirks coldly.

Brytain Montgomery: Do you remember when I asked you how much you trusted Smith? Today we’re going to find out just how deep that trust runs… do you trust him with your life? If you do… you’re far more of a fool than I took you for originally.

Brytain makes eye contact with a large, imposing figure drapped in a black hoodie, the oversized hood making it impossible to identify him. The same man who had been present when she’d burned the Broadcast Title belt. She jerks her head to the left and the camera pans back to show that they are only a few steps down the hallway from Smith Jones’ locker room.

The figure immediately closes the distance to the locker room and using his shoulder for leverage, easily knocks the door open. He disappears inside and briefly, the sounds of a struggle can be heard before the figure returns, holding in his grip a struggling Smith Jones.

Jones snarls when he sees Brytain, his eyes slowly filling with rage when he sees the men holding Mya between them. It slowly dawns on him that he and Mya are severely outnumbered. There must have been at least ten or fifteen men in black masks surrounding the pair, some of them just inside of the shadows and others out in the open.

Brytain’s piercing blue eyes meet and hold Smith’s as she slowly limps forward to stand in front of Mya. She never breaks eye contact with Smith as she pulls back and slams her fist once… twice… three times… into Mya’s face. Blood is pouring from Mya’s split lip and Brytain disdainfully wipes her bloody knuckles on Smith’s shirt even as he screams obscenities and struggles against the man holding him in place.

It’s obvious that the Brytain is not anywhere close to being at one hundred percent after Smith and Mya’s attack on her two weeks earlier. She’s favoring her right ankle which was sprained when they threw her limp, unconscious body from the moving limo and there’s still a faint bruise on her forehead, just below her hairline. She’s pale and the dark rings under her eyes speak of little sleep. Brytain appears almost frail, her movements slower and with an air of pain from injuries that have accumulated over the last few months.

Brytain Montgomery: That was a cute parlor trick you pulled at the last Rapture, Smithy. Well played. But if that’s your only trick then sadly, you’ve fallen short. You haven’t managed to work your way into my head, you haven’t done anything except… [She tilts her head slightly in mock-amusement] ...except make me very, very angry.

Brytain laughs softly but it’s a cold, hard sound.

Brytain Montgomery: But I’m not cruel or heartless. An eye for an eye and the whole world goes blind… I’m not going to electrocute you, carve my initials into Mya’s skin… I’m not going to torture you like you tortured me. I’m not going to have my friends take Mya to some undisclosed location so that you can wonder how I’m hurting her, making her scream and cry, like my fiance had to worry about me. I’m not going to do any of that.

Smith looks at her curiously, for once silent as he tries to work out what her plan may be. Obviously, they’re outnumbered and the situation doesn’t look good for S&M no matter how it plays out.

Brytain Montgomery: No… I’m not going to torture you, Smith. YOU are going to torture YOURSELF. See… I want to be fair… and right now? I have two things that you want…

She gestured towards Mya and then, turning to slip back into the shadows for a moment, she limped back out with the remains of the Broadcast Title. The ashes and warped metal faceplate all that was left of the belt that Smith once held.

Brytain Montgomery: That… hardly seems fair. I have, currently, the only two things that you want in this life. No… NEED.

Smith’s eyes are locked onto the ashes of the title belt and his eyes gleam as he snarls at seeing the belt desecrated that way. Burned up and collected in a clear trash bag as though it meant nothing.

Brytain Montgomery: ...So, I’ll offer you a choice. I will give you Mya or I will give you this…

She holds up the back of ashes and swings it slightly to emphasize her point.

Brytain Montgomery: But you may only have one…

Smith’s eyes flick back and forth between Mya, who stares expectantly at him, and the bag of ashes. It’s obvious that his mind is working a mile a minute trying to choose beween the two things that he wants most.

Mya Denton: SMITH!

A pained expression crosses Smith’s face as he struggles with the decision.

Brytain Montgomery: Tick… tock…, Smithy. Which one do you want?

Smith Jones: [Hoarsely] The… the title. Give me the title. It’s mine.

A cold, hard smile crosses Brytain’s lips as she holds the bag of ashes just out of Smith’s reach. Smith manages to pull an arm free to grab desperately for the bag, ignoring Mya’s started yelps for him to choose her. Brytain snatches the bag back at the last minute, just before Smith’s hands can close around the plastic.

Brytain Montgomery: I’ll hold up my end of the deal, Smith… but in life, we have to make decisions and each and every decision that we make has a consequence. You don’t get to walk away from the consequences of your own decisions. You don’t get to turn your back on the realities of what you’ve just done. No… you’re going to watch every single second of those consequences play out…

Brytain gives a slow nod and one of the figures hands her a tire iron, which she spins once or twice in her palm before she introduces it to Mya’s knee caps. She works slow, starting at Mya’s knees and working her way up the woman’s body. She doesn’t want to risk a blow to the head silencing Mya’s screams and cries of pain. She wants Smith to hear every single last one of them, a reminder that he chose the ashes of the title belt over the woman he professed to care deeply about.

When Brytain was done, Mya sagged between the men holding her, her body a broken and bloody mess. Brytain stepped back, wielding the tire iron once more to deliver a painful blow to Smith’s ribs. As Smith doubles over in pain, Brytain turns the back upside down, pouring the ashes of the title belt over him.

With a final nod, the men in the black masks drop Mya to the ground.

Brytain Montgomery: When you realize what you’ve done and you hate me for it… remember, Smith. I gave you a choice. YOU made the choice. What happened to Mya happened because you WANTED it to happen.

Brytain walks to the gorilla position as Smith lays there in pain with the ashes all over him and Mya on the ground. We fade back to ringside with Jimmy Wilkes standing in the middle of the ring.

Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The crowd cheers.

Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!

The world is a vampire... sent to drain...
Secret destroyers... hold you up to the flames...
and what do I get?... for my painnnn...

The arena plunges into complete and total darkness and as the first few strains of "Bullet With Butterfly Wings" by The Smashing Pumpkins thunder from the sound system, there is an explosion of pyro, blindingly white. The pyro pops and crackles across the stage like lightening.

Despite all my rage... I am still just a rat in a cage...
Despite all my rage... I am still just a rat in cage...
Someone will say what is lost can never be saved...

Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, from Raleigh, North Carolina. She is the PCW Broadcast Champion... BRYTAIN MONTGOMERY!!!

Brytain Montgomery bursts onto the stage, her pink hair flying around her and a cocky smirk on her face. Pausing at the top of the ramp, she smirks as the heavy beat of the music vibrates throughout the arena. Brytain stalks down towards the ring, grabbing the second rope and quickly hopping onto the ring apron.

Tell me I'm the only one...
Tell me there's no other one...

As the last few strains of her music dies out, Brytain sits with her back against the ropes and her head tilted in cocky amusement.

Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!

The BlairVision Theme kicks in the arena as the crowd echoes with an overwhelming amount of boos. The Ruler steps out to the stage and he's not alone as Israel Steele comes out and the place gets elated with cheers for him.

Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Israel Steele, from River Falls, Wisconsin, weighing in at 275 pounds... "THE RULER"... PAUL BLAIR!!!

Blair and Izzy walk down the ramp with Izzy being serious. Blair makes it over to the steps and uses them to enter the ring while Izzy hops on the apron and climbs over the ropes to get in. The two of them pose together before the music fades out.

*DING! DING! DING!*

DM: And here we go! The undefeated PCW Broadcast Champion versus The Ruler!

SS: GO RULER!

DM: I was wondering whether you were gonna ride Blair's dick tonight or not!

SS: Eh!

Brytain Montgomery and Paul Blair go to the middle of the ring. Blair says a few choice words to discriminate women in general, and Brytain wastes no time in hitting him with some stiff shots to the face. Brytain hits him with a couple of more before shooting him off into the ropes. Blair comes back off the rebound... and Brytain with a dropkick to take down The Ruler.

DM: Brytain's not playing around here! She's taking it to Blair!

SS: That's SO not fair to Blair!

Blair gets back up to his feet, but Brytain notices it and smacks Blair in the face with an open hand slap. Brytain backs Blair into the ropes... and chops him in the chest. She does it for a second time... and a third time... and for the fourth time for good measure. She then looks at Israel Steele and shakes her head before whipping Blair to the other turnbuckle. Brytain follows him in... and nails Blair in the face with a dropkick.

DM: Brytain's got complete control early on in this one!

SS: I'll say this much! Brytain is the toughest opponent Blair has had since coming back to PCW!

DM: Brytain Montgomery is a hard opponent for anybody in PCW! She's not undefeated and Broadcast Champion for the shits and giggles!

SS: Nah, she's not! But Blair knows every trick in the book so Bryte's gotta be careful here!

DM: She'll be fine, Taint!

Blair is down on the mat and Brytain picks him back up. She grabs a hold of him... and hits him with a jawbreaker to leave him stunned. Brytain immediately follows up with a spinning backfist... and then a left handed slap to Blair before taking a step back, then running forward... and knocks him down with a spear. Brytain hooks the leg as referee Stephanie Lawrence counts the fall.

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

NO!!!!

DM: No! Only a two count!

SS: The Ruler Rooters want Blair to win!

DM: Blair has fans? Since when?

SS: He's always had fans! They're just sitting there in awe of watching their favorite wrestler!

DM: [sarcasm] Yeah... right!

Brytain gets Blair back to his feet and Irish whips him into a turnbuckle. Brytain runs in after him... but Blair moves out of the way and Brytain catches a face full of turnbuckle padding. Blair recovers and grabs Brytain by the neck... and drops her down with an Inverted DDT! He immediately makes the cover.

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

NO!!!!

DM: And now Brytain kicks out at the count of two!

SS: GAH! That was a slow count! This fuckin' bitch needs to learn basic counting!

DM: You're one to talk, fat fuck! You can barely count to two while stuffing your face with jelly glazed donuts!

SS: I'M NOT FAT! I'M LOSING WEIGHT!

DM: Yeah, yeah! And I'm sure you think the sky is green, moron!

Blair gets Brytain up and hits her with a couple of knees to the gut before dropping her with a gut buster. Blair taunts the fans which gets them to boo him. On the outside, Israel Steele starts jawjacking with a fan in the front row and has to be restrained from knocking the shit out of him. Back in the ring, Blair gets Brytain back up and delivers a few shots to boos from the crowd. He drops her with an Inverted atomic drop before dropping her with a Northern Lights Suplex, complete with the bridge for the cover.

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THR---NO!!!!

DM: Brytain kicks out again! The streak is still alive!

SS: FUCK! Izzy, do something you fucking moron!

DM: If he hears you, I'm not saving your idiotic ass! Not a fuckin' chance in hell!

Blair is irate as irate can be as he can't believe Brytain kicked out once more. Blair starts shouting before getting Brytain back to her feet. He goes for a grapple, but Brytain shoves Blair away. Blair recovers and runs towards Brytain, but Brytain leapfrogs him and Blair is sent into the ropes. Blair comes back off the rebound, and Brytain leapfrogs him again. Blair comes back off the rebound... and Brytain hits The Ruler with a perfectly executed dropkick. Brytain starts to favor the ankle that was hurt by S&M.

DM: Brytain has looked good so far, but could that bad ankle come back to haunt her?

SS: I think so! S&M did a number on her and now in a good portion of this match up, the effects are being shown!

DM: Brytain crawls... and she has the cover! This could be it!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THR---NO!!!!

DM: OH SO CLOSE! Blair just barely manages to kick out!

SS: Whew! Blair's still alive! He's still alive dammit!

DM: For now he is, Taint!

Brytain is stunned at the close count. She manages to get to her feet, but has a limp going on. She places Blair on the middle rope and starts choking him with her foot. Stephanie Lawrence tries to get Brytain to break the hold, but Brytain isn't listening at all. Stephanie asks this time, but Brytain stares at her coldly while continuing to choke Blair. Finally, Stephanie decides to go for the five count to get the Broadcast Champion to break the hold.

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THREE!!!!

FOUR!!!!

DM: If Brytain doesn't break this, that streak is bye bye!

At the last possible second, Brytain breaks the hold. She shakes the cobwebs off and now drags Blair to the middle of the ring. She starts stomping on the upperback of Blair before sitting on it and placing Blair in a seated position before deciding to lock him in the Abdominal stretch. She has the hold locked in tightly and Blair struggles to get out of this one.

DM: I'm not sure I like Blair's chances to get out of this one!

SS: He can get out of it! He's Paul fucking Blair for Christ sake! He's the Ruler dammit!

DM: While true, Brytain's the type of opponent he has never faced before!

Brytain tightens the hold and Blair is in dire pain. Stephanie Lawrence asks if Blair gives up or not, but Blair says no so Brytain cranks it up some more. Brytain cranks it up once more, but Blair starts to fight back. He starts to get that second wind to get back to his feet. He gets himself to a vertical base and elbows Brytain in the gut a few times to cause some separation. Brytain stumbles back and this gives Blair enough time to recover. Brytain also recovers and goes after him... but Blair ducks, grabs Brytain by the neck and drops down...

DM: NECKBREAKER! BLAIR WITH THE NECKBREAKER TO BRYTAIN MONTGOMERY!

SS: WOO! HE'S BACK IN BUSINESS!

DM: But Blair's also down and he can't really capitalize! Now Stephanie Lawrence is starting the ten count!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THREE!!!!

FOUR!!!!

FIVE!!!!

SIX!!!!

SEVEN!!!!

EIGHT!!!!

NINE!!!!

And both competitors make it to their feet just in time. Brytain fires with a right to Blair, but Blair fires back with one of his own. Brytain connects with a right and a left, and Blair does the same thing in return. Both Brytain and Blair start throwing haymakers at one another with neither getting the clear cut advantage and the crowd is going wild. Brytain goes for a right, but Blair ducks it and starts hitting a right... and a left... and a right... and a second... and a third to get Brytain off of her game. Blair whips Brytain off into the ropes. Brytain comes back off the rebound... and Blair hits her with a forearm smash to the face to take her down.

DM: Nice forearm shot by Paul Blair!

SS: He's fantastic! Now kiss the hand!

DM: How about I stab you in the throat with a knife and you don't speak again?

SS: ...

Blair waits for Brytain to get back to her feet. Brytain gets up, and Blair runs up to her... and plants her down with a bulldog to keep this one in his favor. Blair props himself onto the top rope and waits for Brytain to get back to her feet. Brytain gets back up and Blair dives off the top... and hits Brytain with a double axe handle to take her down. Blair immediately hooks the leg and Stephanie Lawrence goes down to count the fall.

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THRE----NO!!!!

DM: Somehow, someway! Brytain Montgomery kicks out!

SS: SON OF A BITCH! BLAIR SHOULD HAVE HAD THAT ONE! This referee can't fucking count!

DM: Oh quit bitching! That was a fair count, you're just butthurt your favorite can't get the job done!

SS: AM NOT!

DM: Whatever, asshole!

Blair is incensed and starts shouting at Stephanie Lawrence. He gets back to his feet and signals for the Blair kick as the crowd boos very loudly. Brytain gets to her feet and Blair flicks his boot in the air... BLAIR KICK... NO! Brytain ducks it. Blair turns around and Brytain kicks him in the gut before dropping him down with a swinging neckbreaker.

DM: Brytain Montgomery just laid Blair out with that devastating neckbreaker!

SS: NO! WHAT THE FUCK!

DM: Brytain's not done as she goes to the top! Blair's down!

SS: This isn't good!

DM: For Blair it's not! Brytain dives off... THRILLKILLER! BRYTAIN MONTGOMERY WITH THE THRILLKILLER TO PAUL BLAIR!

SS: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!

DM: Brytain now has the cover! The streak will continue!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THREE!!!!

*DING! DING! DING!*

Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall. The PCW Broadcast Champion... BRYTAIN MONTGOMERY!!!

"Bullet With Butterfly Wings" by The Smashing Pumpkins hits and the crowd gives off a mixed reaction as Brytain gets her arm raised in victory.

DM: Despite a valiant effort by Paul Blair, it just wasn't enough as Brytain Montgomery wins and pushes her undefeated record to ten wins and zero losses!

SS: That was not fair to Blair! It wasn't fair!

DM: It was completely fair, Taint! The match was about as clean as you can get! Brytain just finds ways to win! You can't fault it!

Brytain rolls out of the ring and walks to the back under her own power, despite her ankle not being at 100%. As Blair starts to get to his feet, Aurora Rose and Alexis Knight come out through the crowd and into the ring. They start attacking Blair. Blair tries to fight back, but the numbers game is becoming too great for Blair to handle.

DM: Alexis and Aurora are getting revenge for what happened to them two weeks ago on Rapture!

SS: Come on Izzy! Get your stupid ass back out here and help your brother!

Seemingly on cue, Israel Steele runs back out there with a chair and attacks Aurora in the back with it to take her down. Alexis turns around and runs into a right hand from Israel Steele that sends her to the mat. Izzy helps his brother up and gives him the chair.

DM: Oh god! Blair has the chair! This can be really bad for Aurora and Alexis!

SS: No shit, but it'll be good for my viewing experience! Guaranteed!

Alexis attempts to get up and Blair has the chair in hand. Alexis turns around... and Blair cracks her in the skull with the chair. Aurora tries to save her girlfriend, but Izzy drops her with a big boot to the skull before dragging her to the ropes... and HANDCUFFING Aurora to the ropes so she can look on at Alexis being battered repeatedly with the chair by Paul Blair.

DM: This is sickening! Aurora Rose has to watch Alexis Knight get plastered repeatedly with the chair!

SS: I am loving this! This is awesome!

DM: Its sick, its heinous! This isn't right, dammit!

Izzy is taunting Aurora and dares her to try and save Alexis. Aurora tries, but can't escape which makes Izzy laugh hysterically while Blair continues to crush Alexis with the chair! Blair lays the chair down in the ring and tells Izzy to lift Alexis up.

DM: What the fuck is that asshole planning on doing?

SS: Whatever the fuck is fair to Blair!

Izzy has Alexis' head in-between his legs and Blair heads to the top rope. Izzy lifts Alexis to a piledriver position as Aurora screams for them not to do it. Izzy smirks and nods his head as Paul leaps off the top... and he and Izzy hit Alexis with the Spike Piledriver.

DM: GOOD FUCKING GOD! GOOD FUCKING GOD! ALEXIS KNIGHT HAS BEEN DESTROYED WITH THE SPIKE PILEDRIVER! THIS IS HEINOUS!

SS: That was fucking beautiful!

Alexis is down as Aurora is screaming and pleading for somebody to help her. Israel Steele kneels at an angry Aurora Rose and blows a kiss to her before mouthing off "the worst has yet to come for your precious Lexi". Izzy and Blair raise each others arms in the air as the BlairVision Theme hits to a huge chorus of boos from the crowd while Aurora still tries to free herself.

DM: Absolutely disgusting! This is appalling!

SS: Not at all! This was some good shit! I loved every minute of it! Honestly!

DM: You're an asshole, Taint! We're going to take a commercial break! We'll be back after this!

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

[Papi El Sueno]

Jimmy Wilkes: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!

The crowd cheers.

Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!

"Dead Memories" by Slipknot blasts throughout the arena and Curtis and Yoshiru emerge from behind the curtain to a thunderous amount of boos from the crowd. They arrogantly walk to the ramp where Curtis raises his arms in the air while Yoshiru stares emotionless at the ring air pyro goes off on the stage.

Jimmy Wilkes: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 505 pounds. They are members of the PCW Hall of Fame... "The Aussie Psycho" Curtis Wilkes and Yoshiru Long... Together they are THE ELITE!

Yoshiru and Curtis walk down the ramp. They see fans having their hands reached out, but are ignored by the duo. Yoshiru and Curtis slide in the ring. Yoshiru and Curtis go to the top turnbuckle and taunt the fans some more before hopping down. They spread their arms apart and wait for their opponents.

Jimmy Wilkes: And their opponents!

As Josh Turner's "Long Black Train" begins to play, "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews strides down the aisle in a suit and tie. In his hand, he carries a Bible and begins his regular sermon as he ventures down to the ring.

Jimmy Wilkes: Making their way to the ring, Deacon Jeremiah and "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews!

His spiritual liaison, Deacon Jeremiah, accompanies him to ringside with an offering plate, ready to collect money from any believers in the crowd. As he gets to the ring, he climbs through the ropes and removes his suit. He then raises his Bible in a preachly manner to the crowd as they boo incessantly.

*DING! DING! DING!*

DM: There's the opening bell, and we're ready to start this one off! Matthews and Curtis are circling each other, jocking for position...and there's the collar and elbow tie up. Matthews takes the upper hand as he quickly floats in to a side headlock. He's pushes off in to the ropes by Curtis...leapfrog. Matthews hits the other ropes and is on the rebound...and Curtis drops to the mat!

SS: Some fancy moves from Curtis Wilkes here!

DM: And Curtis with a back body drop sending Matthews to the mat!

SS: But Matthews is right back to his feet!

DM: They lock up again, and Curtis takes the quick advantage here as he floats behind with a rear waist lock. Matthews catches Curtis with a back elbow, knocking him in to the ropes. Curtis rushes at Matthews...and Matthews catches him with a snap powerslam! He grabs Curtis's arm and brings him back to his feet. Matthews with an arm twist, and he follows with an irish whip to the corner.

SS: They need to wear Curtis down. His speed and abilities are incredible!

DM: Matthews comes in for a lariat, but Curtis moves out of the way. Matthews stumbles back, and Curtis quickly grabs his hand, interlocking the fingers. Curtis leaps in to the air, using the ropes as a springboard...

SS: What an innovative hip toss! And Curtis is quickly on his feet as Matthews makes it to all fours... dropkick to the head!

DM: Curtis quickly scissors the arm of Matthews. He drags himself to the corner...and there's the tag. Curtis releases the scissors as Yoshiru grabs a hold of the arm. He brings Matthews back to a standing position, quickly applying a rear hammerlock.

Yoshiru holds the hammerlock in place as he reaches to Matthews's front side. He lifts Matthews up and drops him with a scoop slam right on to the hammerlocked arm! Yoshiru brings Matthews to a sitting position and applies a rear chin lock.

SS: Great positioning from Yoshiru here, as he makes sure his body is between Matthews and Deacon!

DM: Matthews is using his power to bring himself back to his feet, and Yoshiru switches to a side headlock. Matthews with an elbow to the gut...and another...and Yoshiru finally releases the hold! Matthews plants a forearm in Yoshiru's face, and backs him up in to the ropes. He whips Yoshiru across the ring...and catches him with a diving shoulderblock on the return!

Matthews grabs Yoshiru by the wrist, dragging him over to the corner. He tags in Deacon and quickly brings Yoshiru back to his feet. Matthews brings Yoshiru to the center of the ring and hits him with an atomic drop. He holds Yoshiru as Deacon hits the ropes... BIG BOOT OFF THE REBOUND!

DM: Deacon makes the cover, and the referee is telling Matthews to get out of the ring!

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

NO!!!!!

DM: Yoshiru kicks out! Deacon lifts Yoshiru back to his feet, quickly gripping him with a rag doll bear hug! The referee checks on Yoshiru. Deacon allows Yoshiru's feet back to the mat, and he follows with a hard irish whip to the corner!

Deacon walks over to the corner and lifts Yoshiru to a sitting position on the top rope. He begins to climb, but Yoshiru drills him with a hard right...and a second! Deacon stumbles back a step, but comes right back at Yoshiru! Yoshiru with a boot to the face, dazing Deacon. Yoshiru is perched...but Deacon sweeps the legs with his arm crotching Yoshiru before he can gain balance. Deacon grabs ahold of Yoshiru, bringing him out of the corner in position for a muscle buster! Yoshiru struggles, and he's able to get his legs free...

DM: Yoshiru with a counter in to a hangman's neck breaker!

SS: Great move, but he's exhausted!

DM: Yoshiru is on all fours, and he's trying to crawl to his corner! Deacon is starting to stir now. Yoshiru is almost there...just a hand's length away...NO! Deacon prevents the tag as he grabs a hold of Yoshiru's leg!

SS: So close to the tag, but Deacon being the veteran here had the where-with-all to stop the tag!

DM: Yoshiru is still trying to reach! He twists around while Deacon has a hold of his leg, now facing Deacon. Deacon forces the leg back to the mat, and he comes at Yoshiru with a clothesline...but Yoshiru ducks it! Dropkick...and Deacon hits the turnbuckle hard!

SS: Any time your chest is driven in to those turnbuckles, it knocks the wind out of you! I don't care how big you are!

DM: And that allows Yoshiru to tag in Curtis!

Curtis climbs to the top rope as Yoshiru hits Deacon with a russian leg sweep...TOP ROPE LEGDROP! Yoshiru steps out to the apron as Curtis covers Deacon!

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

NO!!!!!

DM: Deacon rolls the shoulder! Curtis grabs Deacon by the leg, and he laces in a couple of well placed kicks to the back of the thigh! He quickly tags Yoshiru back in.

SS: Smart...nice, quick tags is the way to go!

DM: Curtis brings Deacon back to his feet as him and Yoshiru both grab an arm...straightjacket neckbreaker! Curtis steps out to the apron as his partner goes to work on Deacon!

Yoshiru brings Deacon to a sitting position and places his knee in the center of the spine. He cranks back on Deacon's arms for a potential submission! The ref checks on Deacon, who refuses to give up! He uses his strength to slowly get back to his feet and face Yoshiru. Spinebuster by Deacon...and both men are down! Deacon catches his breath before returning to his feet. He brings Yoshiru back to his feet and lifts him to the shoulder...

DM: Deacon has Yoshiru on his shoulder...running power slam!

SS: This is the opening Matthews and Deacon needed! Matthews is hot in his corner, dying to get the tag!

DM: Deacon slowly gets back up, and he brings Yoshiru back up as well. He drags Yoshiru with him to the corner and tags in Matthews! Deacon and Matthews both with a front face lock on Yoshiru here...double suplex...and Matthews quickly floats over in to the cover!

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

NO!!!!!

DM: Yoshiru is able to roll the shoulder! Matthews picks Yoshiru up and sends him in to the far ropes...flapjack off the rebound! He grabs Yoshiru by the legs...boston crab, and he has it synched in!

SS: This is not good for the Elite!

DM: Yoshiru is struggling as he is positioned in the center of the ring!

Yoshiru screams in pain as the referee checks on him. He won't give up as he slowly claws his way, trying to make it to the bottom rope. He edges closer as Matthews tries to apply more pressure. Yoshiru is inches away...hand in the air...ready to tap! The referee is keeping a close eye...AND HE GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE!

SS: The ref is calling for the break as Yoshiru luckily reached the bottom rope!

DM: It had to have taken a lot out of him though, Saint! Matthews releases the hold. Yoshiru slowly pulls himself back up using the ropes as Matthews delivers a vicious forearm shot! Matthews shoots Yoshiru off in to the ropes again and ducks down for a back body drop...but Yoshiru sees it coming and nails Matthews with a spinning neck breaker!

SS: He telegraphed that one!

DM: Yoshiru grabs Matthews's leg...twists it...figure four leg lock, right in the center of the ring!

SS: Another submission here!

DM: Matthews is fighting with everything he has...he's trying to reach the ropes, but Yoshiru isn't allowing him to budge!

Matthews hits Yoshiru with a right, but Yoshiru keeps the hold, applying more pressure! WHAM! Deacon rushes in with a boot to the skull, and it forces Yoshiru to release the submission!

SS: He may have just saved his team from loss there, Desiree!

The referee tries getting Deacon out of the ring as both Matthews and Yoshiru return to their feet. Matthews with a wild right, and Yoshiru ducks it...RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!

DM: What impact! Yoshiru is quick to follow up as he makes it back to his corner for the tag! Curtis climbs to the top as Yoshiru helps him balance...big splash as Yoshiru tosses Curtis on to Matthews!

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

THR....NO!!!!!

DM: Matthews with the shoulder up just before the three count!

SS: I thought it was over!

DM: Curtis brings Matthews back to his feet, and quickly snapmares him in to a sitting position on the mat! Curtis hits the far ropes... dropkick to the face! And again Curtis goes for the cover!

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

THR... NO!!!!

DM: Matthews once again kicks out in the nick of time!

SS: This has been a great match so far, Desiree.

DM: Curtis picks up Matthews and sends him in to the ropes. Hurricanrana off the rebound...NO! Matthews doesn't allow it, as he lifts Curtis back in to the powerbomb position! He runs to the ropes...and Curtis with a counter, hurricanrana over the top rope, and both men are down on the outside!

SS: That had to hurt!

DM: Curtis is beginning to stir as Matthews still lays on the ground. Curtis makes his way to the barricade, using it to lift himself up. He climbs on to the barracade as Matthews slowly makes it to his feet. Curtis with a run along the barricade...somersault plancha...and he takes Matthews down!

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

THREE!!!!!

FOUR!!!!!

Curtis gets back to his feet. He picks up Matthews and rolls him in to the ring. Curtis climbs up to the apron. He slingshots...legdrop! Curtis grabs Matthews and leans him sitting in the corner. Curtis with a full rush...headstand on the top rope...and he comes back for a dropkick, but Matthews moves out of the way! Matthews slowly gets back to his feet as Curtis starts to get back up. Curtis turns to Matthews...hot shot on the top rope! Curtis stumbles away from the ropes, turning to Matthews...spinebuster...NO!!! Curtis counters with a spike DDT!!!

DM: Both men are down once again, Saint!

SS: What incredible action! Did you think this match would really be this good, Desiree?!

DM: We knew that it would be competitive! We're talking about some of the finest of PCW here! It looks like both men are starting to regain composure...and Deacon is able to reach in and tag Matthews!

SS: Not good for the Elite as Curtis is nowhere near his corner!

DM: Yoshiru has his hand extended, ready for the tag...but Deacon with a hard stomp to the skull, and Curtis is back to the mat! He picks Curtis up and quickly drops him back down with a side slam!

SS: Deacon is going to break Curtis Wilkes, Desiree!

DM: Deacon with a legdrop to follow up, and he makes the cover!

ONE!!!!!

TWO!!!!!

THR...NO!!!!!

DM: Too close to the ropes! Curtis barely escaped there as he got his foot on the bottom rope! Deacon brings Curtis back to his feet, and he has him on his shoulders for a torture rack! He drops to one knee, crushing Curtis's back against his shoulders! And a second time! And one more, finally letting Curtis tumble to the mat!

SS: Deacon isn't messing around in there! He wants to win this match for his team!

DM: He grips Curtis by the throat, elevating him high in to the air for a chokeslam...NO!!! Curtis counters with a head scissors, dropping Deacon chest first across the middle rope! Curtis hits the far ropes to build up speed...full rush...SOMERSAULT PLANCHA OVER THE TOP ROPE!!!

SS: Wow! He flips over the top with that somersault plancha, and pretty much hot shots Deacon on the top rope in the process!

Deacon stumbles back as Curtis climbs back to the apron. Curtis with a springboard...spinwheel kick, and Deacon crashes to the mat! Curtis rushes at the ropes. He springboards off the middle ropes as Deacon returns to his feet...moonsault press...NO!!! Deacon catches him! Deacon with a running powerslam, and Curtis counters with another head scissors placing Deacon chest first on the middle rope!

DM: Amazing! Curtis rushes at Deacon. He grabs the top rope using it like a vault, and he slingshots at Deacon from the outside with a dropkick...but Deacon catches his legs! Deacon yanks him back in to the ring, holding him in position for a powerbomb, but Curtis squirms and falls behind! Curtis with a springboard off the far ropes, rotating in mid-air for a flying forearm...but Deacon catches him and drops him with a bonecrushing front powerslam in the center of the ring!

SS: That just looked painful!

DM: Both men are down in the center of the ring, as this crowd has really gotten in to the match! We're hearing chants for both teams as the partners are both awaiting the tag!

SS: This crowd is sure getting a match here tonight!

Curtis begins to make his way to all fours, as does Deacon. Deacon reaches Matthews and makes the tag. Matthews comes rushing in after Curtis who is almost at the corner! He leaps and makes the tag to Yoshiru who quickly enters the ring! Yoshiru ducks under a right from Matthews! Matthews turns to Yoshiru...overhead belly to belly by Yoshiru! Matthews makes his way to his feet, rushing at Yoshiru again. And Matthews from out of nowhere with the flying forearm, into Yoshiru's arms... GERMAN SUPLEX!

DM: HOLY FUCKING SHIT! A GERMAN SUPLEX OUT OF NOWHERE!!!

SS: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!?

DM: Matthews trying to make it to his feet, Yoshiru runs off the ropes... SAY GOOD NIGHT! THAT KNEE CONNECTS AND MATTHEWS GOES DOWN!

SS: YES! YES! YES! YES!

DM: COVER BY THE ELITE!

ONE!

...

TWO!

...

THREE!

*DING DING DING!*

Jimmy Wilkes: Here are your winners, the team of Yoshiru Long and Curtis Wilkes... THEEEEEEEEEE EEEEEEEEEELIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITE!!!

SS: FUCKING YES!

DM: There's one thing we need to say here: Deacon and Matthews fought a great match. There is no shame in this result.

SS: I'll give you that. Fucking awesome action this has been!

As Jeremiah looks to get out of the ring to join Reverend Matthews. Curtis suddenly blindsides him with a stiff right hand from behind which connects behind Jeremiah's ear. It drops him flat on to the canvas as Jerry Matthews watches on from the outside. Jerry tries to get back in. But is cut off from doing so by Yoshiru standing in his path. Curtis drags Jeremiah back to the middle of the ring and asks for a microphone. Once he receives it, he kneels beside the prone Jeremiah smiling sickly at Jerry.

Curtis: Calm down Jerry. I am not going to hurt your boy. In fact I want to thank you for finally convincing me to convert to your religion. You got your wish.

The crowd seems to be confused in how to react. Curtis continues to speak.

Curtis: In fact I happen to have read the bible and in particular the book of Isaac. You remember the book of Isaac don't you Jerry? The gist being that God wanted him to sacrifice his son for him. So I figured that to show my devotion to your cause. I will re-enact this very scene my own way. Lower the cross.

Our cameras pan up to see a Christian cross starting to lower from the ceiling. At first it looks like a normal cross. Only when it gets closer to the ground. We see the wooden cross is wrapped up thickly in barbwire. It soon lands inside the ring as Curtis looks at it with a sick smile on his face and Jerry looks horrified. Curtis lays it on the ground and then turns back to Jerry.

Curtis: Now the question is seeing as though I don't fear your god. Will I end his life?

Jerry continues trying to get into the ring as Curtis smiles while picking up Jeremiah and places him into the power bomb position. He can only watch in horror as Curtis picks up Jeremiah and slams him violently onto the barbwire cross. Jeremiah screams in agony from the pain. Curtis turns back to Jerry Matthews and looks him dead in the eye as he speaks, not breaking his focus once.

Curtis: Jerry Matthews I know you accepted my challenge for Anarchy. But remember that we didn't decide on the match. Well I have. See this cross? It will be at Anarchy. Because I challenge you to a 'Barbwire Sacrifice' match. The loser will be tied to this cross with barbwire sticking in their back as they're hoisted into the air to be sacrificed. Either I get sacrificed to your God. Or I sacrifice you to yours. We end this Christian vs Atheist war. One way or the other and personally I can't wait to make you suffer the worst imaginable pain possible. Don't take it harshly Jerry. I can't help it that I am Elite....And that I AM BETTER THAN YOU!!!!.

"Dead Memories" by Slipknot hits and Curtis and Yoshiru spread their arms out to mostly boos from the crowd as Jerry Matthews finally gets in the ring to check on Deacon Jeremiah.

DM: Curtis sent a message to the Reverend, via barbed wire!

SS: I love The Elite, and Curt's a genius for this match concept! One way or another, this war ends and it ends with somebody being sacrificed!

DM: It's a unique concept and it's very fitting that it will happen at Anarchy!

SS: Anarchy is going to be fucking amazing!

DM: I'll agree with that! Now it's time to go to our final commercial break! We'll be back with more after this!

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

[Papi El Sueno]

Fourteen days!

It's go time!

Brutality, bloodshed and the like will take center stage!

People will not come out the same as they were before!

Everybody is gambling their futures for the sake of a victory!

The fans will certainly get their money's worth with all of the carnage!

Are you truly ready for all of this?

Can you really handle this?

If you are...

You will NOT be disappointed!

Join us on October 12th, 2013!

Join us for the most violent destruction you will see in PCW!

JOIN US! In fourteen days!

WE ARE PCW!

THIS IS...

ANARCHY!

We come back from the break and "Generation Dead" by Five Finger Death Punch plays and the crowd goes wild as we are pan back to the announce table.

DM: Welcome back to Saturday Night Rapture, and in just two short weeks, Anarchy will be taking place in PCW!

SS: The most brutal event on the PCW schedule and it happens once a year! I'm that damn excited!

DM: It's certainly going to be awesome, that's for sure! Our main event is one of awesome sauce and blood as Syn will defend the PCW World Heavyweight Championship against "The Lethal Latina" Danielle Lopez inside Hell in a Cell!

SS: The most gruesome match wrestling has ever brought out, and these two will be walking in! Neither will walk out the same, but only one will walk out as the PCW World Heavyweight Champion!

DM: We also have PCW Hall of Famer Curtis Wilkes facing off against "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews in a Barbwire Cross Sacrifice match!

SS: Fuck me runnin'! That's gonna be a sick match up! And I like both Matthews and Curtis! This will be one of the many brutal contests of the night! No question about it!

DM: We have another first here in Premium Championship Wrestling as for the first time ever, we will have a Cage of Death Match as Brytain Montgomery will put the Broadcast Championship on the line against Smith Jones!

SS: These two have been wanting to kill each other for quite sometime! Hell, we've seen the shit they have done to each other, it's mother fuckin' murderous! I don't even know if either person in this match will be walking out under their own power! It's that fuckin' sick!

DM: You also heard earlier tonight! Brian Stryker gets the opportunity to face Jay Thunder for the PCW Platinum Championship with the loser being forced to leave PCW!

SS: It's an all or nothing situation here! Go big or go home, and Stryker's going home because I can't see Jay failing! He's a Toxic member and Toxic does not fail!

DM: This next match up has been brewing since the questionable finish at Wrestle Extravaganza IV's Summertime Smash, but The Princesses of Lethality will challenge Mi Pi Sexy for the PCW World Tag Team titles in an Extreme Makeover match!

SS: It's personal between these two teams! Mi Pi Sexy has exhibited just how great they are and they continue to be such a thing, while Mariah and Rachel are out for redemption! We don't know what will happen, but it's going to be a brutal affair!

DM: We also will have Izurat Karr take on former PCW Platinum Champion Draven Logan Kennedy in a Falls Count Anywhere Match!

SS: Ugh! I can't stand either one of them! Draven's full of crazy and Izurat's a Native American warrior! This is going to get very bloody!

DM: We also have "The Adonis Factor" Charlie Luzon to take on Victor Cavanagh in a No Holds Barred match!

SS: Victor has been very impressive in his first two matches! He's a big deal around here, and Charlie came off on the wrong end of his match against Adrian Storms! This is going to be a test for both of them!

DM: We also have another tag team match with The Anonymous Kickaholics to take on Aurora Rose and Alexis Knight of Team Lethality!

SS: Paul Blair has rehabillitated Israel Steele and they have went after women in the company, specifically Aurora and Alexis! While I do like and respect Blair, startng this whole movement against women is completely mind-boggling at best knowing that some of the best wrestlers in the world are women!

DM: This is likely the only time I'll agree with your fat ass! We also have the battle of ex-husbands as Damon Warrens will face Nathan Warrens in a Glass Table Match!

SS: Eh! I don't like either competitor in all honesty! But a glass table is no joke! It's a tables match, just with glass! It'll be intense, no doubt about it!

DM: And last but certainly not least! The eighteenth edition of the Scars of Wrestling Cup as Adrian Storms, Derek Jacobs, one of PCW's newest stars Dustin Holt and PCW Hall of Famer Yoshiru Long will compete to win their first cup!

SS: Wait... Yosh is in this match? Are you serious?

DM: That's what I have right here on the sheet!

SS: Man, well this could go a way towards Yosh getting The Elite that tag team title match! But he should be in the main event instead of that fucking taco Danielle Lopez! YOSHIRU FOR WORLD CHAMPION!

DM: Dick riding as usual! And quit being racist, asshole!

SS: IT'S HOW I FEEL, DAMMIT! And as always, these cups go a long way towards earning title shots! Hell, they are that stepping stone towards earning championship matches in PCW! PCW Hall of Famer's Heather Monroe and Danielle Lopez are proof of just how much the Scars Cup can help a wrestler's career in Premium Championship Wrestling!

DM: Very true, and remember ladies and gentlemen, don't forget to order Anarchy from your local pay-per-view provider! It's going to be a great one!

SS: I'm already hyped for this shit! It's going to be awesome!

DM: Speaking of awesome. our main event is just moments away as the PCW World Heavyweight Champion Syn will take on our "great" General Manager Morgan Simmons!

SS: Once close allies, now bitter enemies! Morgan's going to have to do everything she can to defeat our World Champion! Will it be done? I don't know!

DM: Not so confident, huh?

SS: I'm saying her getting the win is going to be tough!

DM: Well anyways, let's send it to Jimmy for the introductions of our main event!

Cut to the ring.

Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is your Saturday Night Rapture MAIN EVENT of the evening and it is scheduled for ONE FALL!

The crowd cheers.

Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!

Duality hits, and the lights go off, and an eerie green smoke begins filling the ringside area, signaling the arrival of Syn. A purple lighting comes over the arena moments later, and Syn is shown sitting down indian style on The Announce Table, his eyes closed and displaying the painted designs over his eyelids as the PCW World Heavyweight Championship is around his waist. His eyes snap open and smirks darkly as he stands up, before he raises his arms as the smoke seems to increase and the crowd gives him a mixed reaction.

Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 216 pounds. He is the PCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... "THE MASTER OF SHADOWS"... SYN!!!

He jumps off and walks over to the steel steps, before pausing to remove his trench coat and the title as he hands it to a stage hand. He calmly walks up the steel steps and enters the ring, before he walks over to a corner and climbs to the top turbuckle, sitting down as he peered out into the crowd. He then turns his attention back to the ring as he waits for the match to begin.

Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!

"Du Hast" by Rammstein hits and the crowd goes to boos. Morgan Simmons walks out onto the stage with her LPW Women's Championship on her left shoulder and the PWW Women's Championship on her right shoulder while the PW Championship sits around her waits. She looks at the crowd before beginning her ascent down the ramp. She slowly walks down and looks at the crowd with a huge smirk on her face.

Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring at this time, from Boston, Massachusetts. She is the leader of Toxic and the General Manager of Premium Championship Wrestling... MORGAN SIMMONS!!!

She hops on the apron and steps in-between the ropes. She hops on the top turnbuckle and looks at the crowd with disdain on her face before shouting obscenities at them. She hops off, hands all three of her championships to the ringside attendant and begins to stretch on the ropes.

Jimmy Wilkes: And now the lumberjacks!

"Sick of It" by Skillet hits and the twenty five wrestlers come out from the back. Brian Stryker, PCW Broadcast Champion Brytain Montgomery, Liam Reilly, Derek Jacobs, The Eckles Family, Pride Wrestling stars Kimi Sato, Momo Uzuki, Athena "The Goddess", PCW Hall of Famer and Minnesota's own Leon Lonewolf, Bull Connor, Ape Simmons, The Gimmick Master (dressed up in a Minnesota Twins uniform) and Mountain Dew Bob, Fire and Ice, The Second City Saviors, The Dark Cyde Mafia, Lexi Reiyne and Kyra and Tiffany Banks of The B.O.M.B. Squad all come out and surround ringside with their leather straps in hand.

*DING! DING! DING!*

DM: Well, here we go! Our main event! Morgan Simmons is going to be executed!

SS: Stop being excited for it! It's just wrong!

DM: Not really, Taint! I say it's justice!

Syn and Morgan stare at one another before going to the center of the ring. Morgan starts yelling while Syn stands there slightly amused. Morgan slaps Syn in the face. Syn stands there and starts laughing while holding his face. He turns around and Morgan gives him another slap. Syn smiles and faces her again. Morgan goes for another one... but Syn grabs her hand on arrival, pulls her to him... and clotheslines her to the mat.

DM: Down goes the General Manager!

SS: Morgan will pop back up!

Morgan gets back up to the mat and Syn clotheslines her again. Morgan gets back up for a third time and uses the ropes. Syn runs towards her, but Morgan pulls down the ropes and Syn goes tumbling down to the floor where the lumberjacks are. Syn gets back up and looks around but the lumberjacks just stand there with their straps, not doing a thing.

DM: Look at that, Taint! They're doing nothing!

SS: They should though!

DM: Why exactly?

SS: Because Syn's not liked either!

DM: While true, out of he and Morgan, I'd easily pick Syn to live over her! No question about it!

Syn smirks before sliding back into the ring. Morgan goes to strike him, but Syn blocks her punches and now comes back with some blows of his own. A few rights, followed by a few lefts. He grabs Morgan by her left arm... and performs an Irish whip that sends her to the floor where the lumberjacks are at.

DM: I think business is about to pick up!

All twenty five of the lumberjacks waste no time in getting their shots on Morgan with the leather strap before they find the appropriate time to slide her back into the ring.

DM: They certainly aren't playing ladies and gentlemen! It just shows how deep the hatred for Morgan Simmons really is!

SS: It's a shame really! She's a good woman!

DM: So you're saying Morgan Simmons being a good person, is the equivilent of saying Monica Lewinsky never sucked Bill Clinton's dick, correct?

SS: Right... HEY! That's out of line!

DM: Piss off, Taint!

Syn stands there and smirks as Morgan gets back to her feet, really angry. Syn hits Morgan with a right. Morgan however fires back with one of her own. Syn returns with a right. Morgan hits one in retaliation. The two of them come to blows with Syn getting the advantage, but Morgan blocks one punch and now has the advantage herself. She delivers a knife edge chop to Syn's chest. She delivers another one... and a third one. She looks directly at Brytain Montgomery and says some words to her before hitting Syn with a chop to the chest that can be heard in the cheap seats.

SS: Morgan knows how to hit! I like it!

DM: Morgan can be beaten you know!

SS: Didn't you lose to her?

DM: She didn't really do anything! She had to be a little cheat! Didn't you get your ass kicked by Brandon Matthews?

SS: ... no!

DM: Fucking liar!

Morgan smirks and hits another chop before she begins to drive her shoulder into the mid-section of the PCW World Champion. Morgan claps her hands in a mocking like fashion which gets her major boos from the crowd before she starts mounting on top of Syn and begins punching him in the skull. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10! She hops down and whips Syn to the opposite corner. She runs in... and hits Syn with a lariat to take him down. She lifts Syn back up... and drops him with a Northern Lights Suplex, complete with the bridge for a pinning situation.

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

NO!!!!

DM: Syn with the kickout! It's not going to be easy to keep him down!

SS: While true, most if not all forget that Morgan Simmons is a trained wrestler and a very good one at that!

DM: Even with her being a very vile and hateful piece of shit human being!

SS: How dare you! I should tell her to fire you!

DM: You don't have the balls, lard ass! So shut the fuck up!

Morgan looks at referee Ricky Tiffin before getting Syn back to a vertical standing. She delivers a few more shots to Syn to leave him staggering. Morgan soaks in the negative reaction the fans are giving her and she even flips off the lumberjacks at ringside. She goes for another suplex to Syn... but Syn blocks the attempt. Morgan tries for it again, but Syn instead hits one of his own and down goes the PCW General Manager.

DM: And down the bitch goes!

SS: You're going to do this the whole match, are you?

DM: Just like how you kiss up to The Elite every chance you get, fatty! But onto the match, Syn's taking great joy in this! He's exorcising his demons and Morgan is the big dumb bitch he wants to slaughter!

SS: He might be underestimating her though! She has a few tricks up her sleeve!

DM: These two have known each other for quite sometime, but you can never truly prepare for either of them!

Syn now gets Morgan back to her feet and tosses her out of the ring. The lumberjacks rush on over and start lashing at her with those hard and vicious leather straps. Morgan gets up but Brytain Montgomery runs up... and lands a knee strike right to the face of the General Manager.

DM: And there you have it, our Broadcast Champion got in a shot on the idiotic General Manager!

SS: Shit! Everybody's taking their shot! It's maddening!

Everybody gets Morgan back up before they slide her back in the ring. Syn takes a few steps back, slightly tilts his head sideways and allows Morgan to get up. Morgan uses the aid of the ropes to get to a vertical standing. Syn starts hitting her with a few rights and lefts before kicking her in the gut and getting her up for it...

DM: HALF MEASURES! Syn just drilled Morgan to the mat with that Cross Legged Fisherman's Buster!

SS: That looks sick! I hope Morgan's okay!

DM: I hope for the opposite! Meanwhile, Syn has the cover! This could do it!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

NO!!!!

DM: Now Morgan's the one who kicks out!

SS: One thing that these two can do... is withstand loads and loads of punishment!

DM: That's true! Both have been beaten, battered and about dead, but they keep getting up! Whether you like them or hate them, that's what they do!

Syn now glares at Ricky Tiffin before getting Morgan back to her feet. Syn whips her into one of the corners and Morgan hits back first into the protective padding. Syn runs in... and hits a splash to Morgan. Morgan stumbles out of the corner and Syn grabs her and hits her with a gutbuster. Morgan holds her midsection and Syn wastes no time in delivering sharp kicks to the ribs of the General Manager of PCW. Syn has a look of enjoyment on his face as he sees Morgan struggle to get to her feet.

SS: That damn lunatic is enjoying this! It's a human being for crying out loud!

DM: Calling Morgan a human is a huge insult to the majority of us, Taint!

SS: What would you call her then?

DM: The god damn devil! Nuff said!

Morgan struggles as she uses the ropes for a little help. Syn stays on her and starts delivering a few well placed knees to cause even more pain to Morgan's midsection. He delivers another knee and shoots her off into the ropes. Morgan comes back off the rebound and Syn bends down for a back body drop... but Morgan isn't fooled as she stops before delivering a kick to Syn's face. Syn stumbles back and Morgan grabs him by the waist...

DM: Belly to belly suplex! Morgan makes Syn crash down to the mat with the belly to belly suplex!

SS: She has to do anything to get this win and I believe she will!

DM: Don't count Syn out! I'm not his biggest fan, but I'd rather have him win than the idiot!

Morgan holds her midsection in pain as Syn is down on the mat. Morgan goes over to Syn and starts kicking him in the head repeatedly. Morgan starts yelling some obscenities at Syn before kickign him again. Once she's done, she spreads her arms apart to a huge chorus of boos from the crowd. She gets Syn to a seated position and drives her knee directly into his spine before grabbing him by the neck... and locking him in a sitdown Dragon Sleeper, with her knee arched into the spine of the PCW World Heavyweight Champion.

SS: Look at that submission! That looks brutal!

DM: A sitdown dragon sleeper with the knee on the spine is definitely not an easy thing to get out of! The knee on the spine makes it more excruciating!

SS: Which for these two, the more pain, the more enjoyment!

Morgan synches in the submission tighter and tighter. However, Syn's starting to fight out of it. Unfortunately for him, Morgan sense it, lets go and hits a boot to the back of Syn's head to take him back down. Morgan immediately follows up with a knee drop to the skull and then she hooks the leg for the cover.

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THR---NO!!!!

Syn gets the shoulder up before the three count! Morgan looks at Tiffin and demands a faster count, but Tiffin doesn't bother arguing back with the GM. Morgan gets back to her feet and waits for Syn to get back up. Syn gets up, but Morgan is right there and hits him with a clothesline to take him down to the mat. Syn gets back up again and Morgan hits a forearm smash to the face to take him down once more.

SS: Morgan's feeling her groove! She's finding the upperhand over the champ!

DM: It ain't over yet!

Morgan gives off a smirk and the crowd boos loudly. She starts stomping on Syn while telling the crowd to "shut up". Once she's done with the stomping, she goes to the turnbuckle and starts taking off the padding. Referee Ricky Tiffin tries to stop her and this is what sets her off. Morgan argues that there are no rules to this type of match, but Tiffin fires back with his own reasoning. While they are arguing, this gives Syn the necessary time to recover. Morgan goes back to Syn and gets him up to his feet. She leaves him there and goes for the Discus clothesline... BUT HE DUCKS IT AND MORGAN MISSES!

SS: WHAT THE FUCK?! HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?!

DM: Morgan shouldn't have whined like a prissy little bitch! That's what she gets!

SS: It's impossible! She always hits it!

DM: Well she didn't this time! Morgan turns around... and Syn hits her with Insanity's Edge! Down goes Morgan!

SS: Oh shit!

DM: Cover! This could do it!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THR---NO!!!!

DM: Now Morgan kicks out, but barely!

SS: I'll admit, this has been back and forth so far!

DM: It's been a wild match and double true for this show in general! What a fucking night!

SS: You can say that again!

Syn looks up and thought he had it, but Ricky Tiffin assures him that's not the case. Syn manages to get back to his feet and gets Morgan up with him. Syn hits an uppercut to Morgan's jaw... and a second one. However, Morgan delivers two of her own. But Syn starts firing back, followed by Morgan firing back with shots of her own. The former allies start throwing punches each other, with neither side willing to let up. Syn goes for a right, but Morgan ducks it... and hits Syn with a neckbreaker to take him down, but she's also down as well.

DM: Both competitors are down on the mat!

SS: First one to get up usually will have the advantage!

DM: True, but we don't know if that's going to be the case in this match up! This has been intense!

SS: Totally!

DM: Ricky Tiffin examines Morgan and Syn before making the mandated ten count!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THREE!!!!

FOUR!!!!

Morgan and Syn begin to stir.

FIVE!!!!

SIX!!!!

SEVEN!!!!

Morgan and Syn start to get up.

EIGHT!!!!

NINE!!!!

TE---NO!!!!

Just before the ten count, both Syn and Morgan get to their feet.

DM: Both just barely get back to their feet!

SS: This is like a bull fight! You don't know who the hell is gonna win!

DM: This is true, Taint, but it's also PCW which means anything and everything can and will happen!

Morgan and Syn are fatigued and they stare at each other as the crowd goes wild in anticipation for what could happen next. Morgan fires with a right which gets her a lot of boos from the live crowd. But Syn fires back with one of his own which gets a mixed reaction from the PCW faithful. Morgan blasts a right... then Syn... then Morgan again... then Syn once more and Champion and GM are fighting back and forth, tooth and nail in this one and the crowd is very invested in the action. They continue to go back and forth until Syn catches one of her attempts, and counters with a few rights and lefts to her face. Morgan's staggering to the ropes, so Syn runs up... and clotheslines her over the ropes and onto the floor below where the lumberjacks are at.

DM: We've seen this a few times in this match already, Taint! These lumberjacks have an axe to grind!

SS: It's sickening! They should be grateful Morgan is in power!

DM: Oh please! That's just wrong, tubby! Just plain wrong!

The lumberjacks once more, start attacking Morgan Simmons, whipping her with their hard leather straps on the outside. Lash after lash can be heard against Morgan's back. This time, Brian Stryker gets a couple of additional shots on the General Manager before sliding her into the ring. Syn watches Morgan writhe in pain with a smirk on his face. Morgan gets up and Syn picks her up... and plants her down with a snap suplex. He immediately floats over for a pinning attempt.

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THRE---NO!!!!

DM: My god! Morgan once more finds a way to kick out!

SS: Morgan has heart! She's resilient! She's awesome!

DM: You're full of complete shit, but we already knew that!

Syn gets to his knees and then back to his feet before getting Morgan back to a vertical standing. He lands some more rights and lefts to Morgan's face and leaves her out on her feet. Morgan's out of it and Syn whips her towards her... and hits her with a clothesline. Morgan gets back to her feet, and Syn hits her with a second clothesline to take her down. Morgan gets back up again... and Syn takes her out with a knee lift to the face to take her down to the mat.

DM: Down goes Morgan! Morgan Simmons is in a world of hurt!

SS: Syn may have the upperhand right now, but it damn sure didn't come at a brutal price! He's gotta be hurting, and it's only two weeks until his Hell in a Cell PCW World Championship defense against Danielle Lopez!

DM: That much is true! You want to be as healthy as possible heading into arguable one of the most brutal matches in professional wrestling history! However for Syn, he hasn't gotten beaten with those straps unlike Morgan Simmons!

SS: That's because these lumberjacks are a bunch of foolish idiots! I'd like to see them lash Syn with the straps, I really would, but I doubt it's going to happen!

Syn stands there and teases going to the ropes, but before anything can happen, all members of Toxic come out from all types of directions and the fans start booing loudly. Christina Fierce and Shawn and Luke Davis come from the ramp, but some of the lumberjacks intercept them and begin brawling with them. Through one of the corners of the stands, Brittany Kinary and the Hollywood Glamor Boys hop over the barricade, but some more lumberjacks start brawling with them.

DM: This is complete madness out here! Toxic and the lumberjacks start brawling with each other!

SS: Dammit! Regain some order ref!

While the two sections are brawling with one another. Mandy "the Monster" and the Metal Head Express come out through another side but the remaining lumberjacks start fighting with them, this time through the crowd. Upon seeing the carnage, Ricky Tiffin has seen enough and has called the match off.

DM: It's safe to say that we don't have a winner here, but I don't think anybody gives a damn!

SS: That's obvious! Syn doesn't look like he gives a damn about anything!

The lumberjacks and the members of Toxic are brawling all throughout the crowd and up the ramp. Meanwhile, Morgan is slowly coming to her feet and Syn kicks her in the gut before grabbing both of her arms. He holds Morgan there long enough to hit her with The Killing Joke.

DM: THE KILLING JOKE! And Morgan is down on the mat!

SS: Shit! He's taken her out!

As both the lumberjacks and Toxic are away from the vicinity, likely still fighting one another. Syn looks down at Morgan and a twisted smirk comes across his face, but the crowd's reaction would come unglued with cheers as Danielle Lopez, in her street attire, comes out through the crowd and slides in the ring.

DM: Oh yes! Here is Danielle Lopez, the PCW Hall of Famer and challenger for the World Championship at Anarchy!

SS: There's some serious combustible elements in that ring right now!

Syn and Danielle stare at one another. While they have the staredown, Morgan Simmons starts to stir to her feet. At the corner of her eye, Danielle catches this and kicks Morgan in the gut and hooks her in position...

DM: DA XTREME KNOCKOUT! Danielle just planted Morgan down with Da Xtreme Knockout!

SS: AH! This isn't right! Not right at all!

Danielle gets right back up and has a smirk on her face. Syn looks at Danielle and raises an eyebrow before turning his attention to Morgan. He gets her on her feet, leaps up and plants her to the mat...

DM: INSANITY'S EDGE! SYN WITH THE LEAPING STO TO MORGAN SIMMONS!

SS: COME ON! THIS ISN'T FAIR, DAMMIT!

DM: I for one, am enjoying this!

Syn is back up and now has a smirk on his face. Danielle says "I'll top that" as she gets Morgan up to her feet. Danielle stomps her foot on the ground a few times as Morgan is out on her feet and doesn't know where she is. Danielle lifts her foot up and it connects right to Morgan's skull...

DM: POTENTIAL BRAIN DAMAGE! MORGAN JUST GOT KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT WITH POTENTIAL BRAIN DAMAGE!

SS: FUCK!

DM: Syn and Danielle have sent messages to each other through the beating of Morgan Simmons, our "esteemed" General Manager!

Danielle looks down at Morgan with an emotionless expression on her face. She takes a glance at Syn who doesn't move an inch. The two of them stare at one another coldly.

DM: Syn and Danielle are stepping inside the cell in two weeks! Satan's structure as we know it!

SS: And it is all for the biggest prize in the game today, the PCW World Heavyweight Championship!

DM: While we likely know that's the front of Danielle's mind, we don't know if it's the same for Syn!

SS: Nobody even knows what Syn thinks of half the time! He's a wacky individual, but so is Danielle Lopez!

DM: That is true! I can confirm that! These two look ready for war and we can guarantee that it will be a rocket buster for sure!

The very last image of this show consists of Danielle and Syn staring at one another, not moving an inch. From there, we...

Fade to Black.

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[Papi El Sueno]

You know what to do on this credit stuff. Thank the men and women who helped write this shit!

Credits:
Intro: Me
Reyna Carter vs. Izurat Karr: Mariano
Post match: Danielle
Damon Warrens vs. Talia Skye: Reaper
James Baker segment: Me
Victor Cavanagh vs. Derek Jacobs: Dennis
The Eckles/The Florida Boys segment: Dustin
Charlie Luzon vs. The Lone Ranger: Allie
Post match: Me
Team Lethality and Fatality Inc at PCW Headquarters: Danielle
Brian Stryker vs. Mya Denton: Stryker
Post match: Me and Stryker
Syn promo: Tom
Smith Jones vs. Draven Logan Kennedy: Allie
Brytain/Smith segment: Allie
Brytain Montgomery vs. Paul Blair: Me
Post match: Me
The Elite (Curtis Wilkes and Yoshiru Long) vs. Jerry Matthews and Deacon Jeremiah: Mariano
Post match: Nate (Curtis)
PPV Advertisement/Rundown: Me
Syn vs. Morgan Simmons: Me
Ending: Me