Saturday Night Rapture Results (07/06/2013)

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[Slamathon IV was without question, a successful pay-per-view event for PCW! We had eleven great matches, with all the titles being on the line. Three of them changing hands, the Broadcast Championship going to Brytain Montgomery, Ryan "The Reaper" Robinson finally tasting PCW gold in defeating Jerry Matthews for the Platinum Championship, but none greater was Danielle Lopez finally taking her place at the main event table by defeating Syn for the PCW World Heavyweight Championship in a hard fought, brutal match. With three new champions in PCW, what can happen going forward?

Tomight, we witness the fallout from Slamathon as well as begin the road towards the second of two special events PCW has per year, Wrestle Extravaganza IV: Summertime Smash. The main event features our new PCW Platinum Champion Ryan "The Reaper" Robinson going up against PCW Hall of Famer Curtis Wilkes, then we have "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews to go up against Lekkter tha Lunatik. Then we have Reyna Carter and Angelina Williams of Mi Pi Sexy to face the reunited duo of Talia Skye and the new PCW World Heavyweight Champion Danielle Lopez in tag team action. Also, our new Broadcast Champion Brytain Montgomery will face SJ Funk in one on one action.

In addition, we have former Broadcast Champion Smith Jones taking on Totoya Tatsuya. Then we have another Broadcast Champion in Brian Stryker to take on PCW Hall of Famer Draven Logan Kennedy in one on one action. And to open things off, we present the ever dangerous Mya Denton going one on one with rising star "Flawless" Wallace. All of that and much more to come for tonight.

We are PCW and we are proud to present to all of you...]

"Sick of It" by Skillet blasts throughout the Toyota Center in Houston, Texas as the sold out crowd of 18,023 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 Toyota Center in Houston, Texas! I am the voice of PCW, Desiree Miles alongside Shannon Taint and tonight, we begin the road to Wrestle Extravaganza IV: Summertime Smash!

SS: And we are coming off a fantastic Slamathon IV where three championships changed hands and we found out who some people were!

DM: That is true and it was a night to remember! But tonight is also one that we will remember for a long time to come!

SS: Hell yeah it is! I mean Ryan "The Reaper" Robinson faces Curtis Wilkes in the main event! Then the great Evangelist Jerry Matthews goes up against Lekkter tha Lunatik! And Talia Skye and the PCW World Champion Danielle Lopez team up for the first time in two years to take on Mi Pi Sexy's Reyna Carter and Angelina Williams! The new Broadcast Champion Brytain Montgomery takes on the legendary SJ Funk! Smith Jones taking on Totoya Tatsuya in a one on one match! Brian Stryker and Draven Logan Kennedy do battle! Dante Daevain and Derek Jacobs do battle and in our opener, the great "Flawless" Wallace takes on Mya Denton!

DM: All of that will be a part of a slamming edition of Saturday Night Rapture!

"Still I Rise" by Shadows Fall hits the PA system and the fans in the arena go wild with cheers as the lights go pink and black in the arena. After a few seconds, Danielle Lopez appears from the back, wearing a Team Lethality t-shirt over black skinnies and black stiletto's, but more importantly, the PCW World Heavyweight Championship resides safely on her shoulder. She stands there and observes the crowd cheering for her before raising it in the air to even more cheers from the Houston crowd.

DM: There she is, Taint! Our new World Heavyweight Champion! It took her a while, fans believed she should have received the opportunity long ago, but at Slamathon, she finally did it and has realized her dream of becoming World Champion.

SS: She's a goddamn murderer is what she is!

DM: What in the hell are you talking about?

SS: She hurt Syn, and it was premeditated!

DM: You are full of shit, Taint! Danielle did no such thing! Grasping for straws much, fatass?

SS: I'm just speaking on what I saw!

DM: Yeah... and I'll tell you what I saw! I saw a great battle between two fantastic athletes and despite re-injuring his eye, Syn continued and nearly retained the championship on several occasions! Nothing more, nothing less! Stop trying to stir shit up like the idiots Morgan and Jimmy do!

Danielle begins to walk down the ramp with a smile on her face. She begins to slap hands with the fans and even signs a few autographs. She gives out some Team Lethality merchandise to the young kids and hugs them before she steps onto the steps and then gets in the ring under the bottom rope. She's in the ring and raises the title in the air to huge cheers from the crowd. She grabs a microphone from a stagehand. Once her music dies down, she stands in the ring and soaks in the positive reception she's getting from the crowd as they chant her name.

Danielle Lopez: Three years, nine months and three days. That was the amount of time it took to achieve my dream. I can finally say with a smile on my face and being really really happy about this, but I, Danielle Lopez-Baker, am now the PCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!

Danielle says with confidence in her voice and she raises the PCW World title in the air to the delight of the fans.

Danielle Lopez: And let me tell you, it feels fucking fantastic to be able to say that because from when I started back in 2009, I was told by the "smarties" and I use that term loosely, that is the CWF management, that I wouldn't make it as a wrestler. How I wouldn't be able to combat my fellow male wrestlers because I was a five foot four weak little girl as they described me as. Those fucking sexist morons put me as a goddamn manager and didn't bother giving me many matches to improve my skills. They let political bastards who were horrible in the ring get most of the television time. The ones there that were talented and could do everything it took to be a big time star? They've been successful in this company. More important than that, I have the hardware that proves those people wrong.

Danielle raises her title again to cheers from the crowd.

Danielle Lopez: Thankfully though, there are places that believed in me. Like YouTube Championship Wrestling, one of the two companies that merged to help form the great Premium company you see in front of you today. They knew I had everything it took to become a great wrestler, just needed to prove myself. And I did that in the ranks of the tag team division. I was the most decorated champion there was in that company. While I didn't get the YCW World title that I felt I should have at least gotten an opportunity at, I did make an impression and it's one that carried over to PCW today.

Moving forward to PCW today and I picked up right where I left off, kicking ass and taking names. Battling two of the greatest opponents I could ever have in Talia Skye and Heather Monroe. The latter which we are pioneers of the Broadcast Championship division and have always fought each other with everything we had. That's the attribute I respect Heather for the most and it's something I respect about everybody here who gives a shit about their craft.

But working with her helped mold me into what would come. Most people I have encountered in our industry has been positive, save for one or two particular idiots whom I won't name, but with the support of my inner circle and all of you wonderful fans here tonight and watching at home from around the world, I achieved my dream and I cannot thank you enough because without all of you... I damn sure wouldn't be standing here right now.

Danielle is visibly emotional, but she composes herself and speaks again.

Danielle Lopez: I know I have said this already, but I'll say it again just because I can. With being the PCW World Heavyweight Champion comes a major responsibility of maintaining a certain honor and prestige that goes along with being the top figure in this company, and a holder of a championship in this company should be one that will fight and take on all comers anytime, anywhere. I will uphold to all of that. I will be a fighting champion and if anybody wants to step up and challenge for MY PCW World Heavyweight Championship... then I welcome the challenge as I will defend this against anybody.

Danielle nods her head and pauses before speaking again.

Danielle Lopez: Enough about me though. By all means, this shouldn't be about just me. I'm not the only person in Team Lethality that did something great at Slamathon IV. Hell, this is Team Lethality's moment. So guys, let's celebrate our success... TOGETHER!

"Lift Me Up" by Five Finger Death Punch feat. Rob Halford hits the PA system and the crowd cheers as all of Team Lethality comes out, with Ryan "The Reaper" Robinson in the front with his PCW Platinum Championship on his shoulder, Mariah Lopez and Rachel Robinson with their PCW World Tag Team Championships on their shoulders, Tom Pendergrass with his PW X Championship, Laurie Young with her CCP Women's and PW Pure Championships on her shoulder and TJ Parks with the HCW Pure Championship around his waist. Beside them is Talia Skye in a black dress and matching heels, Aurora Rose and behind them stands the big man Israel Steele who looks all big and intimidating.

DM: We at Team Lethality hold a lot of hardware! Reaper winning the Platinum Championship, Mariah and Rachel retaining the tag team titles and Laurie, TJ and Tom have titles as well! We're dominating!

SS: This is sad! It's a sad day to see this rag tag group hold nearly all of our titles!

DM: No it's not! It's a great feeling and you'll only see it here in PCW!

Every member of the group walks down the ramp and they all high five the fans. They get into the ring and they all greet each other with hugs. Danielle passes Reaper the microphone as the music dies down. He goes to say something but he is cut off by a "Reaper" chant. He looks around and smiles before speaking.

Ryan "the Reaper" Robinson: Thank you all! I really appreciate that!

The crowd continues chanting Reaper's name, and he lets out a twisted laugh.

Ryan "the Reaper" Robinson: Wow! A PCW crowd has never actually chanted my name before. I guess being a champion does make a difference. By the way. It feels great to be the new PCW Platinum Champion!

The crowd cheers loudly.

Ryan "the Reaper" Robinson: Anyways. Moving on to someone who WANTS this title. Lets face it. A lot of people in the back want this title, but the person I'm talking about is a certain "Thunder Monkey" by the name of Jay Thunder!

The crowd boos loudly.

Ryan "the Reaper" Robinson: A lot of you are probably wondering what the hell a "Thunder Monkey" even is. The hell if I know, but whatever it is. It seems to fit Jay pretty good!

The crowd starts a "Thunder Monkey" chant and Reaper lets out a twisted laugh.

Ryan "the Reaper" Robinson: Yeah. That "Thunder Monkey" has been sending me emails telling me that what happened at Slamathon IV was only the beginning, and that "he will be Platinum Champion before he is finished with me".

The crowd boos loudly.

Ryan "the Reaper" Robinson: I invited Jay to be my guest on the Reaping Death show on this very episode of Rapture. He accepted the invitation, and I advertised it on Twitter and everything, but about a week later. He sends me another email, telling me that he's not going to be on Rapture this week. I guess the little "Thunder Monkey" is afraid to come face to face with me when I'm actually ready to fight!

The crowd boos loudly.

Ryan "the Reaper" Robinson: Hey! I'm okay with that though. All it means is that I can focus even more on my match against "the Australian Psychopath" Curtis Wilkes in the main event tonight! Not that I'm not focused already. Hell, if I win this match. It will be a huge boost for my career, and quite frankly. I think I can!

The crowd cheers loudly.

Ryan "the Reaper" Robinson: Jay did send me another email, telling me I should watch my back though. According to that email. This is no longer just about Jay wanting the Platinum Championship. It's become more personal than that. Due to what happened to Syn at Slamathon IV. The Disciples Of Syn want to get their revenge by taking EVERYTHING away from Team Lethality. Especially our titles!

The crowd boos loudly.

Ryan "the Reaper" Robinson: Well you see "Thunder Monkey", I don't take too kindly to threats. Let's be honest for a moment, Jay, Jordan, whatever name you go by. You have basically been handed every title you have won in PCW! The only reason you held your half of the PCW Tag Team Championship is because Syn GAVE it to you. The only reason you defeated our leader, Danielle Lopez for the PCW Broadcast Championship is because Toxic cost her that match. And the only reason you won the PCW World Heavyweight Championship. Despite defeating Adrien Cochrane in a non title match is because Syn beat down Adrien, allowing you to successfully cash in one of your damn brief cases!

The crowd boos loudly.

Ryan "the Reaper" Robinson: Now that we have that out of the way. Danielle, I know you're a leader who likes to follow a certain guideline on planning things out and looking at what we have, it's been successful so far. However, with Jay's little actions and with some certain things we know about Morgan and Jimmy, I feel there's going to be a war. I'm not saying this verbatim mind you, but I feel there's going to be something. I know I'm paranoid half the time, but if it happens, I would like to assure you that the Reaper and everyone else in Team Lethality has your back, my friend!

The crowd cheers loudly.

Danielle Lopez: Thank you Reaper. Much appreciated.

Ryan "the Reaper" Robinson: You're welcome, Danielle.

Reaper passes the mic to his twin sister, Rachel.

Rachel Robinson: Well. A lot of people didn't think we could do it, but Mariah and I defeated Kevin and J.T. in a normal tag team match!

The crowd cheers.

Rachel Robinson: It was in no way easy though. Da Xtreme Dynasty is quite possibly the best tag team in PCW history, and we have a shit ton of respect for them. Hell. We're even friends with them. Talia is J.T.'s girlfriend, and Desiree is MARRIED to Kevin!

The crowd cheers.

Rachel Robinson: Anyways. Mariah and I will take on all challenges. Although we're not even sure if there's any tag teams left that deserves a shot at these titles. The Pac sure as hell don't deserve another shot at these titles! The exact same thing can be said for DNA! And with all due respect to the Glamorous/Vicious Combination. They haven't competed in a match on Rapture in months, but fear not, Lethalities. Mariah and I WILL find competition!

The crowd cheers and Rachel passes the microphone to Mariah.

Mariah Lopez: Baby, you are so right. We WILL find competition, whether it's in this company or out of this company. Whoever wants a shot at us... bring it, we don't give a rats ass on WHO it is.

Mariah pauses before continuing.

Mariah Lopez: And through it all, we WILL remain the PCW World Tag Team Champions. Nobody can and will stop us. We'll have these titles until we become bored and that's not going to happen for a long LONG time to come.

The crowd cheers loudly. From there, Danielle is given the microphone.

Danielle Lopez: What you see in front of you right now is only the beginning. Not even a full year of operations and we're already the most dominant group in PCW today. Include the Black Rose Mafia's history and we are the greatest group in this company's history. Team Lethality is not just the present, but the future. And we will reign supreme for a very VERY LONG TIME!

Danielle pauses as the crowd chants "Team Lethality". The PCW World Champion nods her head before speaking again.

Danielle Lopez: One more thing. Welcome to the world of Lethality!

"Lift Me Up" by by Five Finger Death Punch feat. Rob Halford hits and the crowd cheers as all of Team Lethality raises their arms up in celebration, some of them raising their titles.

DM: What a celebration that was! We have now entered the Era of Lethality!

SS: Fuck that! We're in the Era of Morgan Simmons thank you very much, just unfortunate we have Danielle Lopez as the PCW World Heavyweight Champion!

DM: Danielle being our World Champion is a great story! And you cannot say she didn't deserve it either! She fought for years to get an opportunity... and she won the thing at Slamathon over Syn in what is one of the more epic moments in PCW history!

Team Lethality exits the ring and they interact with all of the fans they can before walking up the ramp. Everybody walks behind the curtain... except Danielle Lopez. She stands on the stage and raises her PCW World Heavyweight Championship in the air to cheers from the crowd. She mouths off the words "thank you" before taking a bow. Before she can turn around to go to the back, the lights go off in the arena.

DM: Oh come on? This is ridiculous!

SS: The hell's going on here?

The lights go back on and The Unknown is behind Danielle. The Unknown goes for an attack, but before he can hit, Curtis Wilkes comes from out of nowhere and attacks The Unknown, landing a series of lefts and rights to the face.

DM: Curtis Wilkes has attacked The Unknown and is bringing the fight to him!

SS: He hasn't forgotten what The Unknown did to Yoshiru and even Leon Lonewolf at Slamathon! He's getting payback for Yosh right now!

Curtis lands a few more punches before getting The Unknown up to a vertical base. Curtis kicks The Unknown in the gut and hooks him up in position... before planting him down with The Downward Spiral onto the steel stage.

DM: Good god! Downward Spiral on the stage! The Unknown is out!

SS: That's how ELITE wrestlers do it!

Curtis looks down at The Unknown and smirks. He goes to pull off The Unknown's mask. Just as he's going to pull it off... the lights go back out momentarily. Once they turn on, The Unknown is gone.

DM: DAMMIT! We almost got to find out who The Unknown was!

SS: So close, but I knew Curtis could have done it!

Curtis looks around and notices Danielle still standing there with the PCW World Heavyweight Championship in her possession. He looks at the title and then at her before looking at the title again. Danielle stares back at Curtis, knowing that he wants her belt before raising it in the air to cheers from the crowd.

DM: Could this be a future World Heavyweight Championship match?

SS: I'd pay money to see it... so Curtis can be a two time PCW World Heavyweight Champion!

DM: Keep in mind, Danielle still has Syn lurking somewhere, but just a match between Danielle and Curtis would be of epic proportions!

SS: No doubt!

DM: We're going to take our first commercial break! We'll be back with more Saturday Night Rapture after this!

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

[Papi El Sueno]

Back from the break and we cut to a shot of Brytain Montgomery standing in the hallway outside of her locker room. She dragged her long pink hair up into a messy bun and shifted her bag up on her shoulder, unaware that she was on camera, before she pushed the door to the locker room open.

Looking up, Brytain froze. The inside of her locker room was filled with white flowers. There were flowers spilling out of pots on the benches, hanging in wicker baskets from the ceiling and in vases on every table and clustered on the floor. There was a very thin path winding through the room, back to the showers.

Frowning slightly, Brytain walked in and took in the flowers, her mind working to place what kind of blooms they were. She wasn't a huge flower person and she couldn't remember ever seeing these particular flowers before.

Arching an eyebrow in confusion, she spun in place slowly, taking in the flowers before a small, mysterious smirk played across her face.

DM: Flowers? I wonder just who sent them?

SS: Maybe Syn gave her flowers as a form of good luck!

DM: Yeah, I'm sure that's it! But anyways, let's take it to the ring for our first match up of the night!

Cut to the ring.

Jimmy Wilkes: This is your opening contest for tonight's edition of SATURDAY NIGHT RAPTURE and it is scheduled for one fall!

The crowd cheers.

Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!

"Intoxicated" by Lacuna Coil hits as Mya comes out and poses to a huge cheering ovation. Mya gets back up and points at the crowd.

Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, from Chicago, Illinois... MYA DENTON!!!

Mya now walks down the ramp, and slaps the hands of the fans before sliding in under the bottom rope. She goes to the corner and prepares for the match.

Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!

"Psychosocial" by Slipknot hits the PA system, and out comes the Asistant Genral Manger, Jimmy Gambino to a huge amount of boos. and Mya gives Gambino a confused look. Gambino has his signiture tattoo gun in his left hand, and a mic in his right hand. He looks around with a smirk on his face before speaking.

Jimmy Gambino: First off. I just want to inform you all that "Flawless" Wallace isn't in the building, and he will NOT be competing here tonight on Rapture!

The crowd cheers, and Gambino shakes his head no.

Jimmy Gambino: You idiots shouldn't be cheering about that. That is NOT a good thing!

The crowd boos.

Jimmy Gambino: Ah. Shut the fuck up!

The crowd boos louder.

Jimmy Gambino: Anyways. Here is the reason "Flawless" Wallace will not be competing tonight. Apperantly. Wallace feels he is "above wrestling women" In other words. He is sexist!

The crowd boos loudly.

Jimmy Gambino: Yeah. This is one of those rare moments when I actually agree with you idiots!

The crowd boos, and Gambino just smirks.

Jimmy Gambino: Anyways. I have a number of female clients, and rather they're members of Toxic, Fatality Inc, or doing their own thing. I have a great amount of respect for each, and EVERY one of them!

The crowd gives a mixed reaction. Some are booing because they hate Jimmy and his clients, but others are cheering because they respect the fact that Jimmy is defending his female wrestlers.

Jimmy Gambino: It actually hurt me to do this. Because ever since I met Wallace back in November. Him and I have been great friends, and got along very well, but I can't have sexist clients, so I had no choice, but to fire "Flawless" Wallace from the PCW roster!

The crowd cheers.

Jimmy Gambino: So until Wallace realises that he isn't above Toxic. He isn't above Fatality Inc, and most importantly he isn't above WOMEN. You morons will not get the honor of watching a great wrestler like 'Flawless" Wallace compete in a PCW ring!

The crowd cheers loudly, and Gambino looks around at them all with a disgusted look on his face.

Jimmy Gambino: With that said. Here is your winner. As a result of a forfeit! Mya Denton!

The crowd boos and Mya is in disbelief over the result.

DM: Mya won the match by forfeit and judging by her reaction, she ain't happy about that!

SS: A win is a win, I'd take it anyways I can get it, yo!

DM: Of course you would fatty! You'd take the easy route because that's how you are! There are also those who would rather win legitimately than by forfeit!

SS: Eh!

Mya is then handed a microphone and begins to speak.

Mya Denton: Wallace, you sexist douche bag. You may have gotten away with not facing me by Jimmy "firing" you from PCW, but WHEN you come back, I will be waiting to beat some respect into you. And trust me, that WILL happen.

Mya drops the mic as "Intoxicated" by Lacuna Coil hits the PA system. She rolls out of the ring and walks to the back but not without slapping hands with the fans.

DM: Well fans, we are... going... to! The hell is this?

"Du Hast" by Rammstein plays over the loud speaker as the fans let out a deafening boo. They let their hate of the General Manager known in large quantities.

DM: Well the fans letting Morgan know how they feel.

SS: These morons should shut up and respect our leader! She deserves better.

DM: She deserves worse then this. They are being generous.

Suddenly Morgan walks onto the stage. Everyone lets their boos get louder. But the buys quickly turn to laughs. The realization being that it is not Morgan Simmons at all. But it is Brian Stryker in a fat suit dressed as the GM. Wearing a copy of Morgan's outfit, complete with wig, Brian walks down the ramp slowly. In his hands are a large sandwich and a big gulp.

SS: What the hell is this?

DM: I don't know, but that's funny as hell!

Stryker takes a huge bit out of the sandwich as he gets to the bottom of the ramp. He puts his food and drink down on the apron and attempts to slide under the ropes, failing big time. He tries again, once again unable to get under. After several more attempts with the same results, Brian decides to take the steps. He climbs into the ring and grabs a microphone, doing his best Morgan Simmons.

Stryker: WELCOME TO SATURDAY NIGHT RAPTURE!

The fans cheer as Brian grabs his huge sandwich.

Stryker: 'xcuse me while I finish my sandwich.

He then proceeds, or at least, attempts to shove the entire sandwich into his mouth, the sandwich getting everything. The fans laugh at the moronic show being presented to them.

Stryker: Ah tasty. Anyways there's a great show! Tonight that evil little midget Brian Stryker takes on Draven Kennedy Logan!

The fans cheer at Brian's name.

Stryker: That kid sure gets under my skin! But there's just something about him that says he's a great lay. And I know cause I've been with alot of men, and I mean ALOT of men! I'm not joking. You can fill a phone book with all the men I've had! Hell I even had a few animals!

The fans laugh hard as Brian starts to rub his fake boobs lost in thought.

SS: This is absolutely disgusting! How dare he desecrate our GM's image!

DM: Please there's not image to ruin.

"Blackened The Sun" by Tech N9ne began playing and the crowd begins booing loudly, expecting Terrell Ryder to appear on stage. After a few moments, a figure walks on stage and the booing turns to laughter as the person stands on the stage. It was Tom Pendergrass, dressed up as Terrell Ryder, even having put on a fake Afro and many items of jewlery on as he slowly walked down to the ring. He walked down the isle and rolls into the ring, before he picked up a Mic and looked at "Morgan".

Tom: Aye yo, Morgan. You need to do somethin' about Stryker and Tom. Those two have got to go!

Stryker: I know Terrell! But they are just to smart for me! It makes me so mad that I should have a temper tantrum right now!

Stryker flops on the mat and starts rolling around having a hissy fit like a 10 year old.

Stryker: WHY CAN'T I WIN? I'M TEH HOTNESS! WAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

SS: This is disgusting! They are making a complete mockery of this company!

Stryker lays on his stomach and looks up at Tom.

Stryker: You're smarter then me Terrell, what should we do to rid ourselves of these clever geniuses?

Tom paused and entered a mocking thinking pose as he played with his afro, before he started to speak.

Tom: We could ban 'em from the building....but we did that already....Could strip 'em both of their titles....wait, we'd be breaching contract if we did.....fuck. I got nothin'.

He then looks over at Stryker, with a false horrified look on his face.

Tom: Look, I don't know what you plan on doing about The Hamster, just keep Tom from me at ALL costs! He might try to beat my ass like I stole something from him.

Stryker: We could make them sleep with me, but that was claimed as a war crime by the Geneva Convention.....

"Du Hast" by Rammstein suddenly plays as Stryker, still laying on his back, and Tom look up to the stage as the real Morgan and Terrell appear both holding large crowbars and looking more pissed off then usual.

SS: Finally some pay back!

Morgan: You all better shut the fuck up! Stryker, Pendergrass! You're asses are in big trouble this time! We have half a mind to beat you shitless!

Stryker: Speaking of shitless!

Suddenly a porto' potty is lowered to the side of the stage.

Terrell: What is this?

Stryker: Well you're gonna be very PISSED at us cause we don't give a CRAP!

Just then a stream of piss and crap start raining down onto the heads of the real Morgan and Terrell. The fans roar in shock and approval as some cover their noses from the stench.

SS: Oh my god! THAT IS DISGUSTING!

DM: I KNOW! But It's hilarious at the same time.

Stryker: In case anyone was wondering, that crapper was kept outside today and filled by the very road crew who sets up this ring. With an added addition from my lovable fat friend B-Soup, who had some stomach issues after going to Chipotle!

Tom: And the rest of that shit, well....

Tom pats his stomach fondly gives a bigm, evil grin at the two on stage.

Tom: ... I been eatin' Thai Food for the last week and been saving up, Yo. Totally worth the end result! But we ain't done just yet. Til either Morgan bows out as General Manager, or I get T-Money right here in the middle of this Mothafuckin' ring, we ain't gonna stop. We just gonna keep uppin' the ante each show. Do somethin' a little worse each time, make sure you know it's us and all that.

SS: THESE TWO CRIMINALS SHOULD BE ARRESTED AND THROWN IN JAIL!

DM: Oh shut your pie hole Saint.

Stryker: This segment has been brought to you by the fine folks here at Premium Championship Wrestling. And remember We Are PCW and we don't give a CRAP!

"Revolution" by Pennywise hits and Stryker and Tom celebrate to the cheering fans while Morgan screams and Terrell is none too happy either.

DM: You know, while this is extremely hilarious, one has to wonder did they push them far beyond their breaking point?

SS: Of course they did! NOBODY wants to be covered in piss and shit! It's fuckin' degrading! I hope Morgan strikes hard at those mother fuckers with an iron fist!

DM: We'll have to see for sure! But right now, we're taking a break! Don't change that dial, we will be right back!

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

[Papi El Sueno]

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

The crowd cheers.

Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!

The arena lights start completely off, pitch black. After a few short moments, bright white lights shine down upon the stage area in glorious fashion. As "Painting" by Blindside begins to play over the PA system, fire begins to light up along the entrance way ramp and along the stage area and continually burns throughout the entrance. Dante Daevain then makes his appearance from the stage area and looks around the crowd, surveying them.

Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from The First Heaven, weighing in at 231 pounds... "THE DEVIL HIMSELF"... DANTE DAEVAIN!!!

In Dante's right hand is an apple. With a smooth, suave walk he begins to walk down to the ring with a carefree and confident look upon his face. He walks down the ramp before reaching the ring and entering it. The entranceway and stage fire ceases at this time as Dante removes his entrance attire to reveal his wrestling attire. From there, a single white fire blast on all four ring corners happens that light up the area as all the lights then come back to normal.

Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!

"Until The End" by Avenged Sevenfold hits and the crowd cheers loudly Derek Jacobs comes out to the ramp and has a look of arrogance on his face. He stands there and looks around the crowd.

Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 285 pounds... "DOCTOR PAIN"... DEREK JACOBS!!!

Once the lyrics kick in, he starts making his way to the ring, still possessing a very cocky look on his face. He taunts the crowd before climbing into the ring. He looks around and hits all four turnbuckles and raising his arms before waiting for the match to begin.

*DING! DING! DING!*

DM: And here we go! Doctor Pain versus The Devil Himself!

SS: Jacobs has a huge mountain to climb to beat a former PCW World Tag Team Champion!

DM: Indeed he does, Taint!

The match begins, and Derek goes to lock up with Dante, but Dante ducks. Derek turns around, and Dante connects with a enzuigiri before kneeling down, and choking Derek, forcing the ref to start a five count.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

FOUR!!!

Dante releases the hold, lifts Derek to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a German suplex, he then lifts Derek back to his 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 eight punches, he then turns Derek over, and locks in a ground head lock. Derek refuses to give up, so Dante puts more pressure on the hold, but Derek still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope, but Dante refuses to release the hold so the ref is forced to start a five count.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

FOUR!!!

Dante releases the hold, lifts Derek to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker, he then lifts Derek back to his feet, and connects with a suplex before locking in a single leg Boston Crab. Derek refuses to give up, so Dante puts more pressure on the hold, but Derek still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope, but Dante refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

FOUR!!!

Dante releases the hold, lifts Derek to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, gets behind him, and connects with a neckbreaker before turning Derek over, and locking in a Camel clutch. Derek refuses to give up, so Dante puts more pressure on the hold, but Derek still refuses to give up, and Dante eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then lifts Derek to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with the Great Equalizer before going for the pin!

ONE!!!

TWO!!! *kickout*

DM: And Jacobs kicks out at two! But Dante hit a really good move there!

SS: Absolutely! He has the experience so it's all a matter of staying in the driver's seat here!

Dante lifts Derek to his feet, and goes for a suplex, but Derek reverses it into a suplex of his own, he then lifts Dante to his feet, and connects with a sidewalk slam before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the head. He connects with about seven punches, he then lifts Dante back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before lifting Dante back to his feet again, and connecting with a scoop powerslam, he then begins delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about eleven stomps before lifting Dante to his feet, and connecting with a suplex, he then lifts Dante back to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about eight stomps, he then lifts Dante to his feet, and connects with a scoop powerslam before lifting Dante back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a back suplex, he then lifts Dante back to his feet again, and connects with a suplex before lifting Dante to his feet, and connecting with a Gorilla press drop, he then lifts Dante back to his feet, and Irish whips him into the ropes. Dante runs back at Derek, and Derek catches him with a back body drop before delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about five stomps, he then lifts Dante to his feet, and connects with the Chokeslam before going for the pin!

ONE!!!

TWO!!! *kickout*

DM: Only a two count and that was a wicked chokeslam by Doctor Pain!

SS: No question! He has the strength advantage, but as I said earlier, Dante has the experience edge over Derek Jacobs!

Derek lifts Dante to his feet, and goes for a scoop slam, but Dante fights out of it, lands on his feet behind Derek, and connects with a German suplex, he then waits for Derek to get to his feet. Derek eventually gets to his feet, and Dante jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Derek gets back to his feet, and Dante connects with a dropkick. Derek gets back to his feet again, and Dante connects with another dropkick, Derek gets to his feet, and Dante connects with a kick to the head, he then delivers a stomp to the midsection, forcing Derek to sit up, holding his stomach in pain before running into the ropes, running back at Derek, and connecting with a running knee strike to the face, he then locks in a surfboard stretch. Derek refuses to give up, so Dante puts more pressure on the hold, but Derek still refuses to give up, and Dante eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then begins delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about nine stomps before lifting Derek to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a piledriver, he then kneels down, and begins delivering punches to the face. He connects with about seven punches before lifting Derek to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a swinging neckbreaker, he then waits for Derek to get back to his feet. Derek eventually gets back to his feet, and Dante connects with a enzuigiri before kneeling down, and choking Derek, forcing the ref to start a five count.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

FOUR!!!

Dante releases the hold, lifts Derek to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a neckbreaker, he then lifts Derek back to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before turning Derek over, and locking in the Cleansing!

DM: The Cleansing! Dante has Jacobs locked in The Cleansing!

SS: This could be it if Jacobs can't find a way out of this one!

Derek refuses to give up, so Dante puts more pressure on the hold, but Derek still refuses to give up, so Dante puts even more pressure on the hold, but Derek STILL refuses to give up, and Dante eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold before quickly locking in a rear chin lock. Derek refuses to give up, so Dante puts more pressure on the hold, but Derek still refuses to give up, and eventually fights out of it by delivering elbows the the midsection, he then Irish whips Dante into the ropes. Dante runs back at Derek, and Derek catches him with a clothesline before lifting Dante to his feet, and connecting with a scoop powerslam, he then lifts Dante back to his feet, and connects with a sidewalk slam before lifting Dante back to his feet again, lifting him up in Gorilla press position, and throwing him across the ring, he then turns Dante over, and begins delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about eight stomps before lifting Dante to his feet, and connecting with a scoop slam, he then lifts Dante back to his feet, and connects with a sidewalk slam before lifting Dante back to his feet again, getting behind him, and connecting with a back suplex, he then lifts Dante to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about fifteen stomps, he then lifts Dante to his feet, and connects with a DDT before turning Dante over, and delivering punches to the face. He connects with about twelve punches, he then lifts Dante to his feet, and connects with a scoop powerslam before lifting Dante back to his feet, and connecting with the Spinebuster! he then lifts Dante back to his feet again, and Irish whips him into the ropes. Dante runs back at Derek, and Derek catches him with the Big Boot before going for the pin!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*

DM: Holy hell, Dante just kicked out after getting crushed in the face with that big boot!

SS: Ahhh! That was close, really close!

Derek lifts Dante to his feet, gets behind him, and goes for a back suplex, but Dante fights out of it, lands on his feet behind Derek, and connects with a Russian leg sweep, he then waits for Derek to get to his feet. Derek eventually gets to his feet, and Dante runs into the ropes, runs back at Derek, and connects with a running Bulldog before locking in a Camel clutch. Derek refuses to give up, so Dante puts more pressure on the hold, but Derek still refuses to give up, and Dante eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then lifts Derek to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before going for the pin!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*

DM: NO! Jacobs kicks out just in the nick of time!

SS: Whew! That was close for comfort! Dante's trying to get back on track and a win here does so!

DM: True, but a win for Jacobs rises his stock further!

Dante lifts Derek to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and goes for a piledriver, but Derek reverses it into a back body drop, he then lifts Dante to his feet, and connects with a sidewalk slam before lifting Dante back to his feet, and connecting with a suplex, he then lifts Dante back to his feet again, and connects with a scoop powerslam before lifting Dante to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a DDT, he then lifts Dante back to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before lifting Dante back to his feet again, and connecting with the Spinebuster! he then lifts Dante to his feet, and connects with the Payday before going for the pin!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

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

Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... "DOCTOR PAIN"... DEREK JACOBS!!!

"Until The End" by Avenged Sevenfold hits and the crowd cheers as Jacobs celebrates the victory.

DM: Jacobs with one of the biggest wins in his career!

SS: He beat a former tag team champion who has now lost three straight matches!

DM: We never did see that out of Dante like at all, so it's a little weird to see, but you cannot take away the fact that Derek Jacobs got the job done!

SS: True, true!

DM: We're going to take another commercial break, we'll be back after this!

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

[Papi El Sueno]

Back from the break and we cut to a shot of Smith Jones walking through the backstage area. He sees someone coming down the hall. It’s Brytain Montgomery! Jones hides in shadow behind a road case and waits for her to pass. After she walks by, he begins to quietly follow her. Smith runs up behind Brytain and gently taps her on the shoulder. Brytain spins into a fighting stance as Jones backs away with his hands up in front of him.

Smith Jones: Woah! Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot! It’s just me.

Brytain stares at Jones silently, arching an eyebrow as indifferent displeasure at being held up crosses her face. She doesn't relax her stance, ready to lash out. She motions with her hand for him to tell her what he wanted and the expression on her face said that he should probably be quick about it.

Smith Jones: I wanted to know if you got the flowers.

Brytain’s face goes numb. Smith Jones sent the flowers? Whatever for??!? She pauses a long beat to think of how to phrase her question. She scours her mind but can only muster something crude.

Brytain Montgomery: What the fuck?

She tilts her head to the side, her blue eyes darkening with annoyance as she searches his face, trying to read him. To figure out what game he was playing.

Brytain Montgomery: Cute game, Smithy but it's not going to get you what you want.

She flashes him a glimpse of the Broadcast title, tucked in the bag hanging off of her shoulder.

Smith Jones: Hey, hey, easy with the attitude! Let’s take a breather here.

Brytain Montgomery: The flowers? What the fuck are you playing at?

Smith Jones: The flowers… I thought you’d like the flowers. The stress you must be under right now. The thoughts that plague your mind are keeping you up at night and you cannot for the life of you find peace. Your pillar, your rock has been decimated and shelved. Is he even in the building tonight? Did he come here to support you on your debut night as Broadcast Champion?

Brytain snarls, her lip curling back over her teeth as she clicks her tongue in displeasure.

Brytain Montgomery: One more word about Syn comes out of your mouth and I forcibly shut it for you. And no, he's not here. I don't need him here. Or does the fact that not a single goddamn person here has managed to put me down yet escape you? I don't hide in his shadow and I don't need him to walk me through the locker room. If someone wants to get froggy, they can fucking jump because I would love to get my hands dirty right now.

Smith Jones: Look. I’m not trying to date you or anything like that. I just want you to know that I’m not as bad a guy as people think I am. Mya sees some good in me. I hope that can count for something someday. I went to some trouble to have those Trilliums imported. They are my personal favourite. Give them plenty of organic matter and water and your Trilliums should take care of themselves.

Jones turns to leave. He stops and comes back to face Brytain again.

Smith Jones: I hope I haven’t been too much of a bother.

He backs away a few steps and then turns a corner and walks away.

SS: HA! That was nice! Smith Jones can be a charming fellow!

DM: Do I even want to know if he gave you flowers?

SS: What the hell are you trying to imply? It ain't like that!

DM: You said it, I didn't! Moving on, up next is a match up that pits Brian Stryker versus Draven Logan Kennedy!

SS: Two crappy competitors going up against each other!

DM: Shut up, moron! Let's take it to Jimmy to announce the competitors of this next contest!

Cut to the ring.

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

The crowd cheers.

Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!

The beginning of Revolution plays as the guitar intro hammers out into the arena. Brian Stryker walks out from behind the curtain, his wolf hood up, followed by his friend Glenn Jacobs, Brian walks to the center of the stage. He throws his hood back and holds up both of his fists as he screams "Revolution!".

Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 215 pounds... "THE GOD OF WAR"... BRIAN STRYKER!!!

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 complete's his lap, he gives Jacobs a friendly pat on the chest as Brian climbs the steel steps. He climbs the turnbuckle to the top and raises his arms in the air, shouting "REVOLT!" Before hoping down onto the floor.

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.

*DING! DING! DING!*

The match begins, and DLK flips Stryker off. Stryker smirks, and goes for a kick to the head, but DLK ducks, and goes for a clothesline, but Stryker ducks, and connects with a spinning wheel kick before locking in a cross armbar. DLK refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but DLK still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom ropes. Stryker gives DLK a clean break, lifts him to his feet, and Irish whips him to the ropes on the other side of the ring. DLK runs back at Stryker, and Stryker catches him with a dropkick before delivering a stomp to the midsection, forcing DLK to sit up, holding his stomach in pain, he then runs into the ropes, runs back at DLK, and connects with a running dropkick to the face before turning DLK over, and locking in the Camel clutch. DLK refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but DLK still refuses to give up, and Stryker eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then waits for DLK to get to his feet. DLK eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a kick to the head before going out to the apron, and waiting for DLK to get back to his feet. DLK eventually gets back to his feet, and Stryker springboards off the top rope, and connects with a springboard dropkick before turning DLK over, and locking in a ground head lock. DLK refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but DLK still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottum rope. Stryker gives DLK a clean break, lifts him to his feet, and Irish whips him into the ropes on the other side of the ring. DLK runs back at Stryker, and Stryker jumps up, and catches him with a hurricanrana, he then lifts DLK to his feet, and connects with Stryke 2 before going for the pin!

ONE!!!

TWO!!! *kickout*

DM: No! Only a two count there!

SS: I have literally nobody to root for in this one! I can't stand either of these idiots!

DM: Oh that's a first, and I'm sure it won't be the last time either!

SS: Damn straight!

Stryker lifts DLK to his feet, and goes for a Irish whip, but DLK reverses it into a Irish whip of his own, and Stryker runs into the ropes, runs back at DLK, and DLK jumps up, and catches him with a hurricanrana, he then lifts Stryker to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a Tiger suplex before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. He connects with about ten punches before lifting Stryker to his feet, and sending him out to the apron, he then waits for Stryker to get to his feet. Stryker eventually gets to his feet, and DLK connects with a dropkick, sending Stryker to the floor, forcing the ref to start a ten count.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

FOUR!!!

DLK goes to the outside, forcing the ref to restart the ten count.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

DLK lifts Stryker to his feet, and connects with a suplex, he then lifts Stryker back to his feet, and connects with a piledriver.

THREE!!!

FOUR!!!

FIVE!!!

DLK slides in the ring, then slides out of the ring, forcing the ref to restart the ten count.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

FOUR!!!

FIVE!!!

DLK lifts Stryker to his feet, and connects with a flap jack, sending him face first into the barricade.

SIX!!!

SEVEN!!!

DLK lifts Stryker to his feet, and slides him in the ring before sliding in the ring himself, he then lifts Stryker to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. He connects with about twelve punches, he then lifts Stryker to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before going for the pin!

ONE!!!

TWO!!! *kickout*

DM: Stryker kicks out at two!

SS: BORING!

DM: Oh shut up! There's nothing boring in PCW! Why don't we ship you off to WKF or something!

SS: You can't!

DM: Oh right... it's dead!

DLK lifts Stryker to his feet, and goes for a scoop slam, but Stryker reverses it into a headscissors DLK gets to his feet, and Stryker jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Draven gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with a dropkick. DLK gets back to his feet again, and Stryker connects with a enzuigiri before locking in a armbar. DLK refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but DLK still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. Stryker gives DLK a clean break, and waits for him to get to his feet. DLK eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a kick to the head, he then drags DLK to the middle of the ring before turning him over, and locking in a ground head lock. DLK refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but DLK still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He almost gets to the ropes, but Stryker releases the hold, drags DLK back to the middle of the ring, and locks in a Camel clutch. DLK refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but DLK still refuses to give up, and Stryker eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then waits for DLK to get to his feet. DLK eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody before turning DLK over, and locking in the the Shawshank!

DM: SHAWSHANK! Stryker's got the Shawshank locked in!

SS: Damn! This is why I'm torn on whether to want Draven to escape the hold or tap like a bitch!

DM: I recall you crying like one when TJ Parks locked you in the Purple and Black Armbreaker! Good times!

SS: I WAS NOT CRYING! There was something in my eye!

DM: Bullshit! Stop lying, you were crying like a bitch and you know it!

DLK refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but DLK still refuses to give up, so Stryker puts even more pressure on the hold, but DLK STILL refuses to give up, and Stryker eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold before turning DLK over, and locking in a rear chin lock. DLK refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but DLK still refuses to give up, and eventually fights out of it by delivering elbows to the midsection, he then delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before turning Stryker over, kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. He connects with about seven punches, he then lifts Stryker to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a German suplex before lifting Stryker back to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a Butterfly suplex, he then lifts Stryker back to his feet again, and connects with a backbreaker before lifting Stryker to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a swinging neckbreaker, he then kneels down, and begins delivering punches to the face. He connects with about ten punches before connecting with a knee drop to the face before delivering a stomp to the midsection, forcing Stryker to sit up, holding his stomach in pain, he then runs into the ropes, runs back at Stryker, and connects with Apocalypse Now before going for the pin!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*

DM: Stryker somehow gets the shoulder up!

SS: He needs to choke on a cheese steak for the heinous actions he and Tom did to Morgan Simmons and Terrell Ryder!

DM: I disagree! Why don't you choke on a cheeseburger and some donuts! This company would be better off if I called all of the action by myself!

DLK lifts Stryker to his feet, gets behind him, and goes for a back suplex, but Stryker fights out of it by doing a back flip, and lands on his feet behind DLK. DLK turns around, and Stryker jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. DLK gets to his feet, and Stryker jumps up, and connects with another hurricanrana followed into a cross armbar. DLK refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but DLK still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. Stryker gives DLK a clean break, lifts him to his feet, and Irish whips him to the other side of the ring. DLK runs back at Stryker, and Stryker jumps up, and catches him with a hurricanrana, he then goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for DLK to get to his feet. DLK eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker leaps off, and connects with a diving hurricanrana before locking in a surfboard stretch. DLK refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but DLK still refuses to give up, and Stryker eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then waits for DLK to get to his feet. DLK eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a enzuigiri before waiting for DLK to get back to his feet. DLK eventually gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with the First Stryke! he then lifts DLK to his feet, and connects with the Stryke Out before going for the pin!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

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

Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... "THE GOD OF WAR"... BRIAN STRYKER!!!

"Revolution" by Pennywise hits and the crowd cheers as Brian Stryker gets his hand raised in victory.

DM: Stryker rebounds nicely with a win over Draven!

SS: Big deal! He's still not the Broadcast Champion and he beat a stiff like Draven!

DM: Beating Draven is a big accomplishment regardless on whether he's on a hot streak or a cold one! Beating a hall of fame is still beating a hall of famer!

Stryker rolls out of the ring and walks to the back. Draven starts to get to his feet, but just as he's up, the lights in the arena go out.

SS: WHAT THE FUCK?! Where are the fucking lights?!

DM: Fuck if I know dumbass!

The lights go back on and standing behind Draven is none other than Israel Steele, wearing a pair of jeans, boots and a black leather jacket over a Team Lethality t-shirt.

DM: IT'S IZZY! IZZY IS HERE!

SS: Oh fuck...

Draven backs up but runs into the chest of Israel Steele. Draven's face says it all, he turns around only for Izzy to kick him in the gut, grab him by the throat with both hands and lift him up high in the air. He walks around for a moment before dropping down to the ground...

DM: DEATH DROP! Izzy with the Death Drop to Draven Logan Kennedy!

SS: Dammit! This overgrown bitch is hurting people! Why can't he fuck off and go away!

DM: OH IZ...

SS: Quiet, he'll hear you!

DM: That's the point, dumbass! I hope he would hear me so he can kick your fat ass!

SS: ...

Israel Steele stands over Draven with a smirk on his face as "Tom Sawyer" by Rush hits to huge cheers from the Houston crowd. He stands there and soaks in the audience and from there, we go to a commercial break.

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

[Papi El Sueno]

Back from break and the scene opens backstage where Derek Jacobs is walking, it's after his match with Dante Daevain. He turns the corner to find Danielle Lopez sitting on one of the crates in a Team Lethality t-shirt over her ring attire and the PCW World Heavyweight Championship belt in her lap while having ear buds in her ears. Jacobs walks over to the champ who takes the ear buds out of her ears and looks up at him.

Derek Jacobs: Hey, it's the champ.

Danielle Lopez: Mr. Jacobs. What brings you by?

Derek Jacobs: Just in the neighborhood. Also would like to say thanks for organizing a lot of "the plan" that happened at Slamathon.

Danielle Lopez: No need to thank me. You guys pulled it off tremendously, almost too well to be frank. The execution was just that damn good.

Derek Jacobs: Thank you for the compliment.

Danielle Lopez: You're welcome.

Derek Jacobs: I have a question. Do you think it would be alright if I help you guys... take down Toxic?

Danielle's eyes perk up at Jacobs who looks at the PCW World Champion. Danielle lets out a smirk before replying.

Danielle Lopez: I take it you hate Toxic, too?

Derek Jacobs: Indeed. I don't think anybody here likes those fuckers.

Danielle Lopez: Other than a select number of ass kissers, you're right on the money. That and I know certain "things" about the General Manager and her scrawny ass "assistant" to where they will be exposed and they cannot run and hide from their little mistakes. That is part of a little plan I have for those two fucking morons.

Derek Jacobs: This is very interesting.

Danielle Lopez: What I want to know is, what reason is there to help?

Derek Jacobs: Considering most of this place hates her, I figured the more, the merrier. And besides, I have a few creative ideas I can help along with.

Danielle gives an evil smirk before continuing.

Danielle Lopez: Do you now?

Derek Jacobs: Damn right. I know some people that can help make her and Jimmy's lives... REALLY miserable.

Danielle lets out a little twisted of a laughter before looking at Jacob and speaking again.

Danielle Lopez: Mr. Jacobs. I think this will be a really well done alliance. Any ideas?

Derek Jacobs: Nothing that a sewage truck, some laxatives and some pastry food won't solve.

Danielle Lopez: I like the way you think. I'll be looking forward to this stuff.

Derek Jacobs: Thank you. Won't let you down.

Jacobs bumps fists with Danielle's before walking away. Danielle's facial expression is of a twisted smile as she holds the PCW World title on her shoulder. We fade back to ringside where Jimmy Wilkes is ready to announce the competitors of our next match.

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

The crowd cheers.

Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!

"Sail" by Awolnation plays and all of the lights in the arena go stark white. The tron also goes fully white as Smith Jones comes out on stage. He is dressed in white trunks, white knee pads, and white wrestling boots. His wrists are also taped in white. He uses his index finger to draw an 'X' across his chest.

Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 229 pounds. He is "THE MEAN MEAN MAN"... SMITH JONES!!!

Smith strides confidently down to ringside with a smirkish smile across his face. He walks once around the ring, looking into the faces of the ringside crowd with a smug sneer. He mounts the steps and wipes his feet on the apron before stepping in through the ropes and taking centre.

Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!

"Toki no Namida" by Uverworld blasts through the arena. Totoya Tatsuya and Kumiko Muruyama comes out and Totoya raises his arms in the air. They walk down the ramp as Totoya gives high fives to one side of the crowd while Kumiko blows kisses to the other side of the crowd.

Jimmy Wilkes: First, being accompanied by Kumiko Muruyama, from Shinano, Japan, weighing in at 176 pounds... TOTOYA TATSUYA!

As they reach to the ring, Totoya pulls the ropes down for Kumiko to enter before jumping over the ropes. Totoya climbs on a turnbuckle and raises his arms up in the air. He gets down and he and Kumiko hold hands, waiting for the match to begin.

*DING! DING! DING!*

DM: They lock up! Tatsuya brings Jones in and locks in a side head lock! Tatsuya rolls around and locks in a hammerlock! Jones Jones looking for a way out but Tatsuya has it locked on tight! Jones with an elbow to the face...no! Tatsuya ducks it and wraps his arms around Jones...belly to belly suplex! Tatsuya back to his feet...elbow drop!

SS: Ouch! You wouldn't know it if you weren't a wrestler yourself, but a simple move like an elbow drop is enough to take the wind right out of you!

DM: So true! Tatsuya back to his feet and nails another elbow drop! Jones grasps his chest in pain as Tatsuya is back up once again and is measuring Jones...knee drop! Cover!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

DM: Kickout at two! Tatsuya gets back up and bounces off the ropes...leg drop! No! Jones rolls out of the way and Tatsuya's leg bounces off the canvas! Jones pulls himself up on the ropes as Tatsuya nurses his leg!

Jones sizes up Tatsuya as he starts to stomp his body. Tatsuya tries to take cover under the ropes but Jones drags him back into the ring! Jones drags him back to his feet and sends him running to the ropes with an Irish whip. Tatsuya comes back off the ropes and Jones scoops him up... sidewalk slam!

DM: Did you feel the impact on that one?!

SS: I sure did Desireè! Now that's a great move by Jones!

DM: Tatsuya arches his back in pain but Jones doesn't let up as he mounts Tatsuya and starts to unload on him with rights and lefts! Tatsuya is being massacred by fists of pure fury from Jones Jones!

SS: Like a pit bull going straight for the throat! Sick 'em!

The referee starts to count to five warning Jones about his closed fists. Jones stands up and lets down a final stomp to the face of Tatsuya! Jones on a roll now! Jones forces Tatsuya to his feet...short arm clothes line! Tatsuya falls to his back and rolls to the outside. Jones follows him out and starts to give chase. Tatsuya takes off and rolls back into the ring. Jones slides back into the ring and is met with a spear by Jones!

DM: That's gonna leave a mark!

Tatsuya with another shot to the head of Jones! Tatsuya forces him to his feet and hooks him up...suplex! Tatsuya attempts a cover but Jones easily kicks out and pushes him off! Both men back to their feet and Tatsuya hauls off with a forearm shot to the face! And another! Tatsuya takes off and bounces off the ropes... flying forearm! No! Jones catches him in mid-air and bring Tatsuya down hard with a power slam!

DM: Jones means business here tonight!

SS: That's right Desireè, tonight is all about sending a message!

DM: Jones grabs Tatsuya by both legs and sets him up...catapult! Tatsuya's face smashes off the turnbuckle! Tatsuya slumps back into the corner as Jones charges Tatsuya... body splash!

SS: Wow! That might have just squashed Tatsuya flat!

Jones Jones back off and charges him again and goes for another body splash but Tatsuya gets a foot up connecting with Jones's chin! The impact knocks Jones back and turns him around dazed. Tatsuya takes off towards Jones Jones and wraps his arms around his head... bull dog! Tatsuya with the cover!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

KICKOUT!!!

DM: Another two count for Tatsuya! Tatsuya back on the attack with more kicks to the sternum! Jones slowly making his way back to his feet but Tatsuya won't let up! Tatsuya with a right! Jones returns the message with a right of his own!

SS: Is this a wrestling match or a boxing match?! These two are trying to destroy each other!

DM: You're not joking about that one Taint! Jones with a left! Tatsuya with another right! Tatsuya throws another right but Jones blocks it and delivers a knee to the gut that folds Tatsuya in half! Jones grabs a hold of Tatsuya and shoves him down...

SS: PILEDRIVER! That could have just broken Tatsuya's neck! What is he doing? Go for the cover Jones!

Jones has Tatsuya to his feet and sends him to the ropes...Tatsuya comes back on the return...back body drop! Jones goes to the top rope and waits for Tatsuya to get up. He's up and Jones leaps from the top rope...flying clothesline! Tatsuya is down and Jones with the cover!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THR-NO!!! Tatsuya kicks out!

DM: Jones doesn't look too happy with the referee right now!

SS: Would you be? It seems like whenever Jones has Tatsuya pinned, the referee forgets how to count past two!

DM: Whenever? Jones has one near fall on Tatsuya, and Tatsuya has two.

Jones back to his feet and drags Tatsuya up with him. Jones hooks him and sets him up for a suplex but Tatsuya turns out of it and locks on a sleeper!

SS: NO! This can't be happening!

DM: I think it may be time to say good night to Jones!

Jones starts to struggle as Tatsuya tightens the hold! Jones drops to one knee and is starts to fade! The referee lifts his arm and it drops! The referee checks him again but Jones keeps his arm up! Jones struggling back to his feet! Jones with an elbow to Tatsuya's mid-section and he releases the hold! Jones takes off to the ropes and returns to Tatsuya... shoulder block! Tatsuya goes down and Jones sets off to the ropes again. Tatsuya ducks Jones as Jones jumps over Tatsuya and bounces off the ropes again. Tatsuya tries to leap frog over him but Jones stops and catches Tatsuya on his shoulders...powerbomb!

DM: Jones showing off his strength as he catches Tatsuya in mid-air and power bombs him almost through the ring!

SS: It's gotta be over now!

DM: You may be right, Jones is signaling for the end and if he hits this, Tatsuya might not even make it out of the ring in his own two feet!

SS: Well damn!

Jones forces him to his feet and wraps both hands around Tatsuya's throat and lifts him up in the air! He's going for the Death Drop but Tatsuya is holding on for dear life! Jones can't force him down and the referee is yelling for Jones to release the choke hold! Jones ignores the referee but Tatsuya forces him to oblige as he gouges Jones's eyes! Jones lets go of Tatsuya and stumbles away blinded! Tatsuya grabs Jones from behind...back suplex!

DM: It's not over yet Saint! Tatsuya has once again found a way to stay in this match!

SS: Well he better savor the moment because Jones won't give him another chance!

DM: Tatsuya out to the apron and climbs the top rope! Jones back to his feet and finally notices Tatsuya as he jumps off the top rope...flying cross body! Tatsuya hooks the leg!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

DM: Jones kicks out at the last second! Tatsuya is determined to win this match but Jones isn't ready to give up either!

SS: That's right Desireè!

Jones and Tatsuya both back to their feet. Tatsuya runs to the ropes and charges Jones but Jones cuts him off with a stiff clothesline to the throat! Joness steps back and waits for Tatsuya to get up on his own. Tatsuya struggles to one knee and finally pushes himself up to his feet! Jones sets himself up and thrusts his foot into the air...Jones kick! No! Tatsuya ducks it and clips the knee of Jones Jones! Jones goes down to on knee and Tatsuya is back up!

DM: I smell a finisher coming up right now!

SS: Funny, I don't smell a thing. Must be your upper lip.

DM: Very funny.

Tatsuya goes for a cutter from behind but Jones blocks it and spears him into the turnbuckle! Tatsuya folds up like a chair but Jones keeps ramming his shoulder into Tatsuya's abdominal area! Jones with a stiff shot to Tatsuya's face and Tatsuya is reeling! Jones drags him out of the corner and nails him with another straight shot to the jaw! Tatsuya falls back and leans against the ropes out on his feet! Jones senses that Tatsuya is finishes and whips him to the ropes with an Irish whip! Tatsuya on the return... POINT OF CONTROVERSY!!!

SS: WHOA!

DM: Jones WITH A COVER!

ONE!

...

TWO!

...

THREE!

*DING DING DING!*

Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... "THE MEAN MEAN MAN"... SMITH JONES!!!

"Sail" by Awolnation hits and the crowd boos as Smith Jones is announced as the winner of the match.

DM: Smith Jones continues the roll with a victory here tonight! That's five straight victories since he lost the Broadcast title at Battle Finale III!

SS: He's on the rise and he's looking to become Broadcast Champion again! Smith Jones is greatness!

DM: That's your opinion, although looking at his record, he has had success and has won more matches than he has lost!

SS: He's greatness! A future star in the company!

DM: He certainly has the in-ring skills to do it, but right now, we're going to commercial! We'll be back after this!

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

[Papi El Sueno]

Back from the break and the scene opens up backstage where Talia Skye is seen stretching for the match up coming not too long from now. As soon as she's done stretching, her BFF Danielle Lopez walks up, still with a Team Lethality t-shirt over her attire and the PCW World Heavyweight Championship belt on her shoulder. She hugs Talia before asking her a question.

Danielle Lopez: I see we're ready, BFF?

Talia continues stretching, focusing on her injured knee.

Talia Skye: Yes we are! The doc gave me the thumbs up and I'm ready to go remind the world why I'm the "Killa Queen"! I take it you're ready to tear Mi Pi to pieces?

Danielle nods her head.

Danielle Lopez: I most certainly am. Those two ungrateful bitches think they can get away with talking trash about the ones who paved the way for them? NO, we'll show them just how "glamorous" they truly are with a... Lethal Injection!

Talia Skye: Totally. You ready?

Danielle Lopez: Let's do it.

Danielle and Talia slap hands before they depart. We then head to the ring where our next match up is about to take place.

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. Amidst the white are a few sparks of hot pink and red that shimmer in and out in the darkness. The pyro pops and crackles across the stage like lightning.

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 NEW PCW Broadcast Champion... BRYTAIN MONTGOMERY!!!

Brytain Montgomery bursts onto the stage, her pink hair flying around her and a cocky smirk on her face. Her black leather pants hug every curve and the threadbare white wifebeater reveals just a hint of her leapord print bra underneath of it. The spikes studding the back of her knee high black leather boots gleam under the lights. 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 die out, Brytain snatches up the microphone that has been slipped under the bottom rope for her. Pacing like a caged tiger, she lifted the microphone up to her lips.

Brytain Montgomery: Apparently, Funk backed out of this match. Didn’t fucking show up. I don’t know why and I don’t really care why. The only thing I really do care about is that this leaves me without someone to beat the shit out of tonight. And I really... REALLY... want to beat the shit out of someone. Smith Jones won’t take his fucking shot for this...

She taps the title belt hanging over one shoulder.

Brytain Montgomery: So that leaves me without a lot of options. Except for maybe one... Alex Schafer wants to come in and start talking shit before the ink on his contract is even dry. Talking about MY title as though he’s got some sure shot at it. As though he could actually take it from me.

As Brytain Montgomery starts on another sentence, every light in the arena shuts off with a pop.

SS: AHHH! The light!

DM: Calm down! We've seen this routine many times!

The titantron lights up, showing "Alexander The Great" as Mercy Drive's Burn in my Light hits. Newly signed wrestler, Alex Schafer, moseys his way onto the stage, holding a mic. He's not in his ring gear, instead wearing a simple pair of jeans and a black tank top. He raises the mic to his mouth but a sharp scream stops him. He looks over to his right only to see a group of girls huddled near the closest corner. He smirks as he raises the mic once more.

.:Alex Schafer:.
I'm trying to talk, do you mind? Now then, hello "champ". How's it going? Don't answer that, it's a rhetorical question. I know how you are, you're out here whining about not having an opponent which is funny because a day ago, you were telling me to get in line. Funny thing about that, I am in line. In fact, I am PCW's newest signing. I know, I know. Nobody expected me to show up until next week or the week after that, I get it. See, that shiny championship belt resting on your shoulder there? I want that and I always get what I want. Now, any minute now, I'm expecting good old Smith Jones to come out here and scream and holler about him using his rematch clause and that nobody is ahead of him in the pecking order. See, my problem with that is that if you're in line for the next crack at that belt, you take your shot. If you don't, somebody else will step up to that plate. You asked for anybody in the back to come out and face you, correct?

Brytain raises her mic but Alex cuts her off.

.:Alex Schafer:.
Again, rhetorical question.

By this time, Schafer had made his way to the foot of the ring. Slowly climbing up the steps and into the ring, he comes face to face with Brytain Montgomery.

.:Alex Schafer:.
I'm part of the roster and I'm answering that very same challenge. See, on the fourth of July, you told me to shut my mouth and respect my betters. The thing is, I don't respect anybody and I damn sure won't shut my mouth. You think your winning streak proves that you're better than me, just like you think that title does? Look here, "champ", that chunk of gold doesn't prove a damn thing and until now, nobody here was capable enough to beat you. I repeat, I'm on the roster now. That winning streak of yours? It's in danger of being broken, just like that title reign.

Schafer steps back a bit and leans against the ropes.

.:Alex Schafer:.
Now, if Smithy wants to come out and say his part, he's more than welcome to. I'll listen to anybody's opinion, as worthless as it may be. If it was up to me though, if I was in his shoes, I'd activate my rematch clause right here, tonight. Why? It's simple, why wait for you to recover to full strength, thus making my job harder, when I can just take it back from you right then and there? His logic is fucked, so to speak. But, if he wants to wait and let you recuperate, somebody else is going to take his spot. I know how the deal works, you can't wait around forever or you'll slip down the rankings.

Again, Brytain opens her mouth but Schafer cuts her off.

.:Alex Schafer:.
Did I give you permission to speak? You don't have anything important to say anyway so shut your mouth. Now, I am well aware that I can't come in out of the blue and demand a shot at our prestigious "champion". I know that I'ma have to beat a few people on the way to where I want to be, which is fine, no problem. I'll gladly make a few of these so called "wrestlers" tap to The Stockholm Stranglehold, I have no qualms about that at all. I'll do whatever it takes until I get my crack at you, even if it means going through Smith Jones himself. Now, if you have ANY problem with that at all, champ, here's your chance to do something about it. The ball is in your court.

Schafer mouthes "Now you have my permission to speak" before standing directly in front of Brytain with his arms outstretched.

SS: This kid is cocky and not afraid to show it! I like it!

Brytain smirks and cocks her head to the side, a dangerous smirk playing across her face.

Brytain Montgomery: Ball is in my court?

In one fluid movement, she brings her fist back and connects with Schafer’s face. Schafer staggers back, his hand going up to his cheekbone but Brytain doesn’t give him a single second to get his balance back. She’s aggressive, obviously agitated and out for blood. Advancing on him, she draws her fist back again and connects with a few more hard right hands, switching to her left hand to connect a few more times until she has Schafer back against the ropes.

DM: Brytain's not fucking around here, she's here to beat some respect into the newest member of the PCW roster here tonight!

SS: As good as Brytain is and she's really good, Alex Schafer is here to prove himself and I believe he'll be bringing the fight! Guaranteed!

Grabbing him, Brytain whips him across the ring and into the ropes on the opposite side. Thinking quick, Schafer hooks his arms through the ropes, keeping himself from rebounding into an attack. But before he could counter, Montgomery caught him in a vicious spear, sending the two of them flying through the ring ropes and landing hard on the floor outside of the ring. The momentum sends Montgomery flying head first into the announce table and her head cracks against it with a sickening thud and she crumples into a heap.

No bell has been rung, no one is even sure if this is an official match. The referee stood helplessly to the side, unsure if he should be officiating as Schafer pulled himself up to his feet and dragged Montgomery’s limp body from the floor. Schafer drags her back into the ring before he hits her with a package brainbuster into a small package pin.

SS: Umm, shouldn't the ref be doing something?

DM: I never heard the bell ring so by my accounts, this isn't an official match! I could be wrong so don't quote me for truth there!

Glancing over his shoulder, Schafer snarls when he realizes that the ref isn’t doing anything other than watching. He screams for the ref to get into the ring and start the count and reluctantly, unsure, the referee does as Schafer demanded.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR--NOOOO!! Montgomery gets her shoulder up and powers out of the pin by viciously attacking Schafer’s ribs with her elbow. She drags herself up to her feet using the ring ropes and smirks at Schafer who advances at her in a rage. The two trade right handed punches to the face, battling back and forth from one side of the ring to the other before Montgomery brings Schafer down to the mat with a hard shotgun stunner.

DM: That's going to be painful! Brytain got all of that and then some!

SS: She's a toughie for sure, but I'm impressed with Schafer! He's taken the punishment and he's coming back from more! This is his chance to shine!

She immediately climbs the turnbuckle, obviously looking to end things quickly and prove a point but Schafer manages to get to his feet and knocks her off of the top rope. Montgomery, thinking quick, lands on the ring apron and Schafer climbs out after her, the two trading punches while precariously balanced on the ring apron. Montgomery pulls her fist back and lands a sickening punch to Schafer’s face and a gush of blood pours from his nose. Using his pain as a distraction, she springboards off of the top rope, taking him down in a rope bounce frankensteiner from the apron that sends the two of them tumbling back down to the floor.

After a few moment, the ref standing there uselessly, wondering if he should start a count or not, the two slowly climb to their feet, Montgomery reaching hers first. Grabbing Schafer by the back of his head, she take off running and tows him behind her. Running off of the side of the barricade keeping the fans separate from the action, she uses it as momentum to plant Schafer to the ground in a nasty looking bulldog.

It doesn’t keep Schafer down for long however and he’s on his feet in a few moments, goring Montgomery into the very same barricade with as much force as he can manage. The two of them aren’t looking to win any matches, they’re only looking to cause pain to each other at this point.

DM: This isn't a match ladies and gentlement, THIS is a fight!

SS: No kidding! But this is absolutely entertaining without question!

Staggering to his feet, Schafer lifts Montgomery onto his shoulder and climbs up onto the announce table, causing the announcers to immediately abandon ship. Montgomery struggles but Schafer has a firm grip on her. He’s looking to make a big impact and what better way to do it than to decimate the undefeated Broadcast Champion?

Schafer stands unsteadily but manages to bring Montgomery up onto his shoulders and deliver a nasty powerbomb that puts the two of them through the announce table as it shatters around them. Climbing to his feet first after a few long moments, Schafer looks down at Montgomery, a broken looking mess in the wreckage of the table and grins sadistically. Stepping away from the carnage, he walks slowly around the perimeter, smirking and playing up to the fans.

What he doesn’t notice, is Brytain Montgomery slowly pulling herself to her feet. One hand goes to her ribcage and the other the back of her head as she staggers. On her face is nothing but pure bloodlust as she watches Schafer for a moment, tilting her head in amusement before she glides up behind him. In one quick movement, she brings him down hard with a one armed straightjacket neckbreaker. As he crumples to the ground at her feet, she stiffly climbs back into the ring, obviously in pain, and begins pulling herself up to the top rope. She stands there for a moment, gracefully balancing on the ropes as she looks down at Schafer before turning and hitting him with the Thrillkiller to the outside of the ring.

The two lie there for a moment, a broken mess, until Montgomery slowly pulls herself back to her feet. Looking down at Schafer’s limp body, she kicks him over so that she can see his face. A dangerous smirk plays on her lips again before she spits a mouthful of blood on the fallen Schafer. Grabbing the Broadcast title belt and slinging it over her shoulder, she walks back up the ramp as “Bullet With Butterfly Wings” blasts through the arena.

SS: So I guess Brytain is the winner?

DM: Again, I didn't hear the bell ring so this was never a match! Although Brytain did walk away while Schafer lays there on the mat!

SS: True, but you can't take anything away from Alex Schafer though! For his first time here, he did his thing in making sure his name was remembered! He's going to go places I tell ya what and it's going to be a damn good sight to see when he holds a championship in PCW!

DM: He has a bright future but it'll be up to him to put it all together! With that said, we'll be... or not, hold that thought, here comes Jerry Matthews, our former PCW Platinum Champion!

Josh Turner’s “Long Black Train” begins to play over the Toyota Center’s PA system, and immediately the crowd begins to shower the arena with boos to greet the impending arrival of the now former PCW Platinum Champion, “The Evangelist” Jerry Matthews. After a few seconds, Matthews does indeed walk out onto the stage for the first time in quite awhile without any gold around his waist, and he is followed closely with Deacon Jeremiah biting at his heels. The good Reverend is sporting a white cotton suit, while the Deacon is wearing a black one. Matthews’ spiritual liaison stops and attempts to solicit donations from the fans in the front rows. He has no qualms about all of the middle fingers and insults the fans throw at him.

SS: These idiots need to be kept under control! Stop harrassing Matthews and Jeremiah like that!

DM: I say it's well deserved in my opinion! I don't support assholes so there you go there!

Matthews slides into the ring under the bottom rope while the Deacon remains at ringside and continues his charitable efforts in vain. Matthews wastes no time in climbing the nearest turnbuckle. He rests on the second rope and arrogantly forms up into a cross as the crowd’s booing continues to intensify. After about five seconds, he hops down and motions to PCW ring announcer Jimmy Wilkes for a microphone. Wilkes hands over his mic hesitantly, but then exits the ring and takes a seat next to the timekeeper. Matthews raises his left arm in an attempt to stifle the crowd. He then begins to speak.

Jerry Matthews: Brothers and sisters of the faithful, please stop this incessant verbal assault. Why is it that you choose boo the one that makes an attempt to save each and every one of your souls from eternal condemnation!!!

DM: Because you're an asshole! That's why!

The crowd stops booing, but instead starts a new chant, one they have harbored no gripes about the painful reminder it brought up to the Southern Baptist holy man.

Crowd: REAPER BEAT YOU!!!! REAPER BEAT YOU!!!! REAPER BEAT YOU!!!

Rhythmic claps follow each chant in succession, and Matthews simply smiles at the full capacity Toyota Center crowd.

Jerry Matthews: Yes, indeed my friends. Reaper did indeed beat me. No longer do I hold the belt that I dominated with for an ever glorious six months. But, as they say, with success comes complacency. Thus, I am glad that Reaper is the new champion. For no longer will I continue to exhibit the behaviors of attempting to achieve personal glory and pursue petty agendas of violence. Because, brothers and sisters, I can now return to my life’s work: doing my damnedest to make sure that none of you end up in the eternal furnace. Trying to save each of you from the inherent flaws that comes with being a member of the human race, and to help you earn a place at the Lord’s table in paradise until the end of all time.

Matthews stops and makes the sign of the cross, and Jeremiah continues to earn the ministry even the most measly dime.

DM: Our fans aren't receptive of the former Platinum Champion here tonight!

SS: They're heathens! They don't know any better! They need to learn some fucking manners!

Jerry Matthews: Because, tonight my ministry returns to its roots, the very core of the mission the Lord has set forth to me on numerous occasions. Tonight, starting with Lekkter tha Lunatik, I will once again become the man that stands up against the gregarious amounts of barbarism this company insists of putting on display.

The crowd begins to boo again.

Jerry Matthews: But, beating Lekkter doesn’t prove much of a point. The only way I’m going to win any of you over is to take on the biggest heathen of the bunch. A certain gentleman who has noted affinities for military fatigues and Ambulance matches.

The crowd begins to murmur.

DM: Who on earth is he talking about?

Jerry Matthews: I’m referring to that sinful sadist NIGHTRAIN!!!

The crowd breaks into a cheer.

Jerry Matthews: The alpha dog. The supposed baddest son of a gun this entire company has to offer. Train, the time this company spent without you couldn’t have been a better thing. Not only did the violent content begin to soften without you, but was able to pay proper attention to my ministry of redemption. But then, you came back…

Matthews trails off as the crowd has broken into a “Train” chant.

Jerry Matthews: …And the company immediately took a turn for the worse. Sure, there have been various contests I’ve been forced to compete in, like the Steel Cage or in a Street Fight. But never has such a disgusting or gruesome sight ever been seen then when you were defeated by Smith Jones. That exhibition was so graphic, similar sights are surely reserved to only the darkest reaches of Hell.

DM: It was one of the most brutal yet more bizarre matches in PCW history!

Jerry Matthews: And that is why I must put you down, Train!! To purge this company of its violent content’s most devoted advocate. So that PCW can finally be the shining city on a hill that it deserves to be. And I will be shepherd this flock’s rise to such heights.

Jeremiah reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a Bible. He raises the holy tome over his head, and the crowd has prepared ever the reply.

Crowd: TRAIN IS GONNA KILL YOU!!! TRAIN IS GONNA KILL YOU!!! TRAIN IS GONNA KILL YOU!!!

Matthews shakes a finger to refute the crowd’s premonition.

Jerry Matthews: Quite the contrary, brothers and sisters. Now that I am back in the Lord’s favor, no one can stand in my way. And far too many of the Father’s servants have faced far worse odds and emerged victorious. Soon, even the baddest dog in the yard will be groveling at my feet to help him welcome the Lord thy God into his heart. The Word of the Lord, Thanks Be to God.

DM: Oh god, please shut the hell up with this crap!

SS: Keep going! This is entertainment at it's finest!

Suddenly a video plays on the PremiumTron 5000 and it shows Nightrain in a black trenchcoat, black leather pants with black boots and a sledgehammer in his hand as he stands in a graveyard all by himself.

Nightrain: I know you're not talking all these horrible things about me Mr. Matthews. That would be hazardous to your health.

In the arena, the crowd cheers. Nightrain walks to a head stone that reads "In Loving Memory of Jerry Matthews". He smirks and stands beside it.

Nightrain: You've talked about burying a Hall of Famer alive. Despite my past with him, Draven is a good friend of mine, but the same thing you and Kai did to Draven... it will happen to you as well. This gravesite is going to be your destination very soon. But I will leave you with one lasting impression before I go.

Suddenly, fire extends from the turnbuckles and even the ring ropes themselves turn into fire, trapping Matthews and Jeremiah in the ring.

Nightrain: See you soon, Jerry. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

The fire continues from the turnbuckle as Matthews and Jeremiah look on at the stage as the video ends.

DM: Nightrain's sending his message loud and clear! Matthews wants to put him down, but Train's not going to back down!

SS: He might not back down, but Jerry damn well will put his ass to pasture like they did to Old Yeller

DM: Just like what needs to happen to you, old man!

SS: That's nonsense!

DM: Really? In any event, we're taking a commercial break! We'll be back with more Saturday Night Rapture after this!

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

[Papi El Sueno]

We come back from the break and Jimmy Wilkes is standing in the ring with a microphone in hand.

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

The crowd cheers.

Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing Mi Pi Sexy's manager... KELLY HAMPTON!!!

Kelly stands in the ring in a blue dress with a microphone in her hand. She rolls her eyes at the cat calls she's receiving. She stands there and waits for it all to die down before she begins to speak.

Kelly Hampton: All of you insignificant pessants stand on your feet and prepared to be in the presence of the most glamorous group in the history of Premium Championship Wrestling.

The crowd boos loudly.

Kelly Hampton: Now this upcoming match up is a tag team match scheduled for...ONE FALL, you dumbasses! Introducing the Glamorous team, they are accompanied by the make up king Derek Saunders and they both hail from Canada, a far more superior country than this shithole of a place...

The crowd boos even louder.

Kelly Hampton: ...They are your next Mean Girls Champions, the Queens of Glamour, Fashion and style. "The Fallen Angel" Angelina Williams and England and Canada's Most Glamorous Export, the REAL Glamor Queen and your Pride Wrestling European-Canadian Champion...Reyna Carter. Together we are...MI PI SEXY!!!

"Puppets on a String (with Lyrics)" by Dale Oliver hits and the crowd boos loudly. Derek Saunders comes out first, and then Reyna and Angelina come out and the crowd's hatred for the duo only intensifies. Reyna stands there with the PW European-Canadian Championship around her waist while Angelina slides underneath her legs. Derek stands there with a smile on his face and the wand and ugly stick in his hands while Kelly is in the ring and smiles while clapping for her two BFF's.

SS: What an entrance! That was beautiful to watch!

DM: This is fucking nausiating! Seriously, I'm going to throw up watching this crap!

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. The crowd reaches toward them, attempting to touch, but Derek threatens to hit them with the ugly stick. They step onto the apron and they tease stopping to shake their asses, but instead, they put their hands up and roll their eyes at the "pervertedness" they see from the male fans. They get in the ring and Derek is also in the ring. All four members of the group pose together and the fans boo loudly. Reyna gives her championship to the referee before all members of Mi Pi Sexy talk strategy with each other.

Jimmy Wilkes: And their opponents!

"Brooklyn V2" hits and everybody in the arena erupts to cheers. Danielle Lopez and Talia Skye come out to even bigger reception from the crowd. Talia stands there with a case in her right hand and her signature bottle of hair spray in the other, while Danielle has the PCW World Heavyweight Championship around her right shoulder.

Jimmy Wilkes: Making their way to the ring, they are representatives of the PCW Hall of Fame! They also represent Team Lethality! "THE KILLA QUEEN" TALIA SKYE... and the PCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... "THE LETHAL LATINA" DANIELLE LOPEZ. Together they are... THE BLACK ROSE MAFIA!!!

They both walk down the ramp with purpose on their face. They slap hands with a few fans before sliding in underneath the bottom rope. They stand in their corner, not taking their eyes off either of their opponents as they await for the bell to ring.

*DING! DING! DING!*

DM: And here we go! This match up is officially underway! Mi Pi Sexy versus The Black Rose Mafia!

SS: Ugh! The has beens versus the future!

DM: Oh no, I know you're not calling Danielle and Talia has beens! If you are... you need to get hit upside the head! They are FAR from being has beens, you piece of shit!

SS: Truth hurts!

DM: Just like your feelings get hurt when I call you a moron! Angelina Williams and our World Champion Danielle Lopez start things off here! Angelina with a collar and below... but Danielle ducks under and hits a beautiful Belly to back suplex to the "Fallen Angel!

SS: Fucking taco!

DM: Watch your mouth, moron! Angelina springs right back to her feet! Danielle turns around, only for Angelina to hit a Belly to belly suplex to the PCW World Heavyweight Champion!

SS: Angelina is so crisp in the ring! She knows exactly what she's doing at all times! She's smart!

DM: Actually you could argue that she's as dumb as a bag of rocks, but that's not relevant! Angelina gets back to her feet and pulls Danielle up! She whips "The Lethal Latina" into the ropes... and Danielle comes back with a flying forearm to the face!

SS: Okay that was a good move I must admit!

DM: Danielle gets to the corner and tags in her BFF Talia Skye as Angelina tags in Reyna Carter! This is a showdown! The real deal versus the fake knockoff!

SS: You mean cheap plastic barbie doll versus a woman who is all natural!

DM: Just shut up, you annoying twat! Reyna tries for a clothesline, but Talia ducks it and runs off the ropes! She comes back... and hits Reyna with one of her own! Talia is in "fierce mode" and the crowd is loving it!

SS: Ehh, pandering to the crowd! How sickening!

DM: What's sickening is your attitude along with your horrible commentating skills! PCW, PLEASE get me a new partner ASAP!

SS: I'm the best there is, the best there was, and the best there ever will be at commentary! Nobody can touch the Holy Pimp!

DM: Ahhhh, shut the fuck up and call the match!

Talia springs off the ropes and goes for a leg drop... but Reyna moves out of the way just in time. Reyna gets up and hits a knee drop to the face of Talia Skye. Reyna takes the time to mock Talia and the fans, who boo her in return. Reyna brushes them off like they're not good enough before stepping out to the apron and going to the top. Once Talia up to her feet, Reyna dives off...

DM: CLOTHESLINE... NO! Talia ducked, but Reyna stays on her feet! Reyna turns around and... FACIAL RECONSTRUCTION! A ferocious spinning heel kick to the face by the REAL Queen to the fake poser!

SS: NO! DAMMIT! This isn't right! Reyna's beautiful face could be messed up! I should check on her!

DM: Unless you want Talia or Danielle Lopez to kick you in the face, I suggest you remain your fat ass in that chair and call the action!

Talia smirks and mouths off "I'm the real deal, bitch, you're just a cheap fucking knockoff" before stomping on Reyna a bit. She now lifts Reyna to her feet and goes to whip her into a corner, but Reyna instead reverses it into one of her own. Reyna runs in and hits Talia with a dropkick to the corner. Talia stumbles out and Reyna grabs her before going for it...

DM: BRITISH/CANADIAN FACECRUSHER! Reyna just nailed Talia with the British/Canadian Facecrusher!

SS: YES! That's how you do it!

DM: Reyna may have scored big, but she took a lot of damage and can't capitalize! Now referee Jack Payne begins the count for both competitors to get back to their feet!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THREE!!!!

FOUR!!!!

FIVE!!!!

SIX!!!!

Talia is trying very hard to make it back to her feet.

SEVEN!!!!

But Reyna Carter is also trying to make it back to her feet.

EIGHT!!!!

NINE!!!!

DM: And both competitors are up! Shit, Talia's not looking too good after the Facebuster! She's going to her corner to try and tag her partner in the match and from what it looks like, Reyna is going to do the same!

Both competitors reach to their corners... and there's the tag! Angelina Williams comes into the ring, but Danielle Lopez was waiting as she springs onto the center of the ropes... and hits a Springboard Flying Forearm. Angelina gets back to her feet, but the PCW World Heavyweight Champion knocks her down with a clothesline. Angelina gets up for a third time and Danielle now runs up to her and grabs her by the face before hitting it...

DM: THE LETHAL CURSE! Danielle with The Lethal Curse to Angelina Williams!

SS: FAHK THAT!

DM: You're not Iranian, you fat slob! Danielle's going for the cover! This could be it!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

NO!!!!

DM: Reyna runs in and breaks up the fall!

SS: Whew! Thank god for that!

DM: Angelina and Reyna get the upperhand on Danielle Lopez! Reyna focuses on Talia and kicks her off the apron to cause her to fall to the floor in front of the announce table!

SS: AHAHAHAHAHA! STUPID BITCH! STAY DOWN!

Desiree gets up and hits Shannon in the face with a chop and he slumps back to his seat. Desiree gives the thumbs up to Talia before composing herself and sitting down as well.

DM: I apologize for that, but my temper can only take so much bullshit!

In the ring, Reyna and Angelina are beating down Danielle. They get her up... and plant her down with a double suplex. Reyna gets out of the ring as Angelina focuses on "The Lethal Latina". She gets Danielle back up and hits her with a Side Slam Backbreaker across her left knee. Angelina gets back up and taunts the fans which gets her a huge amount of boos. Angelina smirks before getting Danielle back to her feet. Angelina gets Danielle in position and has her hooked...

DM: BROKEN WINGS! Angelina with the Broken Wings to Danielle!

SS: WOOO! This would be the biggest win of Angelina's career, knocking off the World Heavyweight Champion!

DM: She's got the cover! This could be it!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

NO!!!!

DM: Danielle kicks out at two!

SS: BULLSHIT! That was a three count! Get in the god damn game, ref!

Angelina is pissed as she gets Danielle to her feet and immediately Irish whips her off to the ropes. Once Danielle comes back off the rebound, Angelina goes for a clothesline... but Danielle ducks and she's sent to the ropes. Danielle comes back and as Angelina turns around, Danielle leaps up and hits her with a Hurricanrana to take her down.

DM: Great come back there by Danielle! That's one of the reasons why she is the PCW World Heavyweight Champion!

SS: No fair! She cheated!

DM: You're clearly grasping for straws, Taint! Angelina back to her feet now and Danielle lifts her up in a vertical suplex position before going for the cutter... and it connects, Danielle hits Angelina with the Latina Cutter! Angelina has got to be out!

SS: NO! Please don't let that be the case! PLEASE!

DM: Danielle with the cover! This might be it!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THR---NO!!!!

DM: Angelina kicks out! I don't believe it! She kicked out of the Latina Cutter!

SS: She's tough as nails! She has something left in the tank!

Danielle gets back to her feet and tags her BFF back in the match. Talia enters the ring and the two focus on Angelina as she is just now getting back to her feet, but is not in the best of situations at the moment. She realizes what's happening and goes to smack Danielle in the face but that doesn't work out at all as Talia is right there to capitalize with a forearm shot to the face of her former BFF. Talia mounts on top of Angelina and delivers rights and lefts to the face. Meanwhile, Danielle springs on the ropes... and dropkicks Reyna Carter off of the ring apron and to the floor below.

SS: Referee, do something, these barbaric animals shouldn't be doing this!

DM: Calm down, dummy! It's tag team wresting, besides you condone this when you're "favorites" are doing it, ya hypocrite!

SS: IT'S NOT RIGHT!

DM: Waaah! Cry me a river and build me a bridge why don't ya! Talia and Danielle are in the ring together as Angelina gets to her feet! Talia runs towards Angelina and Danielle lifts her foot in the air at the same times... YES! THE LETHAL INJECTION! DANIELLE AND TALIA NAIL ANGELINA IN THE FACE WITH POTENTIAL BRAIN DAMAGE AND THE BOTOX INJECTION AT THE SAME TIME!

SS: FUCK! This one's over! This is not good!

DM: Damn right it's over! Talia has the leg hooked while Danielle stands to guard!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THREE!!!!

*DING! DING! DING!*

Jimmy Wilkes: Here are your winners of the match by pinfall... THE BLACK ROSE MAFIA!!!

"Brooklyn V2" by Jim Johnston hits and the crowd cheers as Danielle and Talia are announced as the winners. Upon Danielle being handed the PCW World Heavyweight Championship, she hugs Talia and the two of them raise each others arms in the air to cheers from the crowd.

DM: Whether it's teaming every week, or the first time in two years, Danielle and Talia are still unbeaten as a tag team!

SS: I need to give Angelina mouth to mouth! She might be hurt!

DM: Don't be ridiculous, Taint! You're an ugly grotesque person yet your personality fits their style real well!

Danielle motions for a microphone and is handed the mic. Once the music dies down, she begins to speak.

Danielle Lopez: Now THAT is how you make an impact... MAFIA STYLE!

Danielle passes the microphone to her best friend who has her foot on Reyna's mid-section.

Talia Skye: That's right BFF! We prove that despite not teaming up in two years, we are still the most dominant team around. We're STILL undefeated.

Danielle Lopez: Now for the part of the show where we bring out a... rose.

DM: OH HELL YEAH! We know what we're going to see here!

Danielle rolls out of the ring and grabs the case before sliding back in. She hands the case to Talia who opens it up and pulls out TWO Black Roses. She has the microphone while Danielle stands above Reyna and Angelina.

Talia Skye: Most of the PCW Universe is aware of the legend of The Black Rose. A staple throughout the history of The Black Rose Mafia. Right now, we induct two more names to the list. And deserving ones might I add. You two want to talk down to those who paved the way for you. Well you have officially...

Talia holds the microphone up and the crowd chants...

Crowd: SLEPT WIT' DA BITCHES!!!

Talia gives Danielle one of the roses. The two best friends lay the roses down on top of the bodies, Talia laying hers on Reyna Carter while Danielle lays the other on top of Angelina Williams. The two of them celebrate together in the ring and the crowd cheers, but that quickly stops as there's static that appears on the PremiumTron 5000.

DM: What the fuck is going on here?

SS: I have absolutely no clue! I really don't!

The camera cut to the stage, just as three figures walked out onto it from the backstage area, gaining the attention of everyone in the arena as they stopped and stared at Danielle and Talia. It was Kai, Alisyn, and Jay Thunder, each dressed to compete, and all three standing stoically on stage as everyone looked on in confusion and wondered exactly why they were out there. The three continued to stare at The BRM very intently, none of them moving a muscle as the tension rose. Kai's eyes then cut to something that was out in the crowd, just as the camera cut there as well. There, standing in the entrance way in the sea of fans, were The Three Clowns who had stood faithfully at Syn's side since Battle Finale. Much like the three wrestlers on the ramp, they had their eyes trained intently on the two Hall of Famers standing inside of the ring. By now, the murmurs had turned from confusion to caution as it suddenly hit everyone just how dangerous this situation has just become. Talia and Danielle are now eyeing both groups and keeping their guard up as The Clowns and The Disciples seemed to have them trapped.

DM: Oh no! This isn't good! This isn't good at all!

SS: They're fucked which is a good thing!

Suddenly, Kai rose his hand slightly and gave a small signal of sorts, causing Jay and Alisyn to begin walking down the isle, before he followed after them. In the crowd, The clowns did the same, slowly walking out from the entrance way and hopping over the guardrail as they all slowly surrounded the ring, effectively trapping The Mafia inside. Danielle and Talia looked around to try to figure a way out of this situation, before Kai coldly mouthed the word "Now". The second the words left his mouth, The Disciples swarmed the ring and began attacking The Black Rose Mafia!

DM: WHAT THE HELL?! This is uncalled for! What is the meaning for this?

SS: Beats me, but it's a damn good sight to see though!

DM: Good sight my eye! This is unnecessary!

Danielle and Talia tried to fight back, but the numbers game was too much as The Clowns went after Talia and The Disciples after Danielle as the beatdown became more vicious. The Clowns and Alisyn took Talia out of the equation, before all six wrestlers focused their attack on The World Champion. Kai had hung back during the attack and taken to directing traffic as he commanded one of the clowns to get The Steel Steps from outside, and ordered the other two to hold Danielle up. The steps were placed right in front of them as Kai stared for a moment Danielle with a look of utter loathing on his face, before ordering them to let her go. The clowns did as he commanded and Kai swiftly picked her up - KAI BOMB! ON THE STEEL STEPS!!!

DM: WILL SOMEBODY STOP THIS DAMN HEINOUS ATTACK!

SS: Oh that's going to leave a mark! HAHA, I LOVE IT!

DM: This is a damn shame! It's bullshit is what it is!

Kai stared at her in contempt as he venomously mouthed the words "Only a prelude", before he motioned to everyone to leave the ring as the crowd showered them in a chorus of boos. The clowns exited the ring and went back through the crowd, and The Disciples walked up the ramp-way as the crowd continued to boo them loudly

DM: This is absolutely heinous! There was no need for this! NO NEED!

SS: They sent a message loud and clear! They will attack anybody who was either directly involved, was an accidental part of it or whatever! And they don't give a shit either!

DM: We're going to take a commercial break! We'll be back with Jerry Matthews versus Lekkter tha Lunatik after this!

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

[Papi El Sueno]

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

The crowd cheers.

Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!

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 his way to the ring, being accompanied by Deacon Jeremiah, from Redemption, Alabama, weighing in at 275 pounds... "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.

Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!

The lights dim to an almost complete darkness...low, thick tufts of smoke form on the floor at the main entrance and on the stage area...

"Cult Leader? Hehehe..." the words from Tech N9ne start up the track, followed by the blare of the opening trumpets of the song. After the inital diatribe by Tech N9ne is over, the song "Cult Leader" kicks in, loudly blaring through the P.A. speakers.

"In this house there is no room for envy, this is why we wear our uniform!
Racist not welcome! Rapist not welcome! Hatred, dreaded in this house!
Ready to fight hatred with love? Join us!"

*BOOM!!!*

Pyro blasts from both sides of the stage as the song kicks in...moments later, a figure appears, lurking in the smoky entrance way. And from out the smoke steps Lekkter tha Lunatik. Lekkter peers out into the crowd for a moment as the opening lines of the chorus to the song play out. As the second stanza of the song hits, secondary pyro fires into the sky from the stage area, causing smoke to billow down the ramp. In unison with this, Lekkter leaps into the air, yelling at the top of his lungs, and bounds onto the ramp, and makes his way to the ring...

Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from San Francisco, California, weighing in at 221 pounds... LEKKTER THA LUNATIK!!!

Lekkter slowly drags himself to the ring, taunting the fans in the aisle way area as he does so. He approaches the ring, grabbing the middle rope, and pulls himself up onto the apron. Then, he slides himself into the ring on his back, and kips up quickly, before jogging to the nearby turnbuckle and ascending it. He raises his arms in the air, soaking in his reaction, before moving to the adjacent corner, and perching himself up on the top turnbuckle, and awaits for the match to begin.

*DING! DING! DING!*

The match begins, and Jerry locks up with Lekkter. Jerry gets the upperhand by delivering a kick to the midsection, and delivering punches to the face. He connects with about five punches, he then delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a scoop slam before connecting with a leg drop, he then lifts Lekkter to his feet, and connects with a suplex before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. He connects with about eight punches, he then lifts Lekkter back 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, he then lifts Lekkter to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before lifting Lekkter back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a back suplex, he then lifts Lekkter back to his feet again, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before connecting with a knee drop to the face, he then lifts Lekkter to his feet, and connects with a suplex before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. He connects with about seven punches, he then waits for Lekkter to get to his feet. Lekkter eventually gets to his feet, and Jerry runs into the ropes, runs back at Lekkter, and connects with a running Bulldog before stalking Lekkter. Lekkter gets to his hands and knees, and Jerry runs into the ropes, runs back at Lekkter, and connects with a punt to the side of the head before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. He connects with about five punches, he then lifts Lekkter to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with the Crucifix Powerbomb before going for the pin!

ONE!!!

TWO!!! *kickout*

DM: Lekkter kicks out at the count of two!

SS: Let's go, Jerry! Keep up the pace and beat him!

Jerry lifts Lekkter to his feet, and goes for a suplex, but Lekkter fights out of it, lands on his feet, behind Jerry, and connects with a neckbreaker before turning Jerry over, and locking in a Camel clutch. Jerry refuses to give up, so Lekkter puts more pressure on the hold, but Jerry still refuses to give up, and Lekkter eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then waits for Jerry to get to his feet. Jerry eventually gets to his feet, and Lekkter connects with a enzuigiri before lifting Jerry back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a German suplex, he then lifts Jerry back to his feet again, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before locking in a cross armbar. Jerry refuses to give up, so Lekkter puts more pressure on the hold, but Jerry still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope, but Lekkter refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

FOUR!!!

Lekkter releases the hold, lifts Jerry to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, gets behind him, and connects with a Russian leg sweep, he then waits for Jerry to get back to his feet. Jerry eventually gets back to his feet, and Lekkter runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody before turning Jerry over, and locking in a ground head lock. Jerry refuses to give up, so Lekkter puts more pressure on the hold, but Jerry still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He almost gets to the ropes, but Lekkter releases the hold, drags Jerry back to the middle of the ring, turns him over, and locks in a single leg Boston Crab. Jerry refuses to give up, so Lekkter puts more pressure on the hold, but Jerry still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope, but Lekkter refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

FOUR!!!

Lekkter releases the hold, lifts Jerry to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker, he then waits for Jerry to get back to his feet. Jerry eventually gets back to his feet, and Lekkter runs at him, and connects with the "KABOSH" Kick before going for the pin!

ONE!!!

TWO!!! *kickout*

DM: Now Matthews with the kickout after the "KABOSH" kick!

SS: Whew! Lekkter is a wildcard of a competitor! Jerry's gotta watch out for him!

Lekkter lifts Jerry to his feet, and goes for a Irish whip, but Jerry reverses it into a Irish whip of his own, and Lekkter runs into the ropes, runs back at Jerry, and Jerry catches him with a clothesline, he then waits for Lekkter to get to his feet. Lekkter eventually gets to his feet, and Jerry connects with another clothesline. Lekkter gets back to his feet, and Jerry connects with a third clothesline. Lekkter gets back to his feet again, and Jerry delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before turning Lekkter over, kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. He connects with about nine punches, he then lifts Lekkter to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before lifting Lekkter back to his feet, and connecting with a scoop slam, he then kneels down, and begins delivering punches to the face. He connects with about seven punches, he then lifts Lekkter to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before delivering a stomp to the midsection, forcing Lekkter to sit up, holding his stomach in pain, he then runs into the ropes, runs back at Lekkter, and connects with a running knee strike to the face before connecting with a knee drop to the face, he then connects with a elbow drop to the chest before lifting Lekkter to his feet, and connecting with a suplex, he then lifts Lekkter back to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before lifting Lekkter back to his feet again, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a piledriver, he then lifts Lekkter to his feet, and Irish whips him into one of the turnbuckles before running at him, and connecting with a turnbuckle clothesline, he then drags Lekkter to the middle of the ring, and connects with the Hammer of God before going for the pin!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*

DM: NO! I thought he had him but it was not meant to be!

SS: Come on, ref! That was a three!

DM: Lyin' sack of shit, it was two and a half!

Jerry lifts Lekkter to his feet, gets behind him, and goes for a back suplex, but Lekkter fights out of it by doing a back flip, lands on his feet behind Jerry, and connects with a German suplex, he then waits for Jerry to get to his feet. Jerry eventually gets to his feet, and Lekkter jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Jerry gets back to his feet, and Lekkter connects with a dropkick. Jerry gets back to his feet again, and Lekkter jumps up, and connects with another hurricanrana. Jerry gets to his feet, and Lekkter connects with another dropkick. Jerry gets back to his feet, and Lekkter jumps up, and connects with a third hurricanrana. Jerry gets back to his feet again, and Lekkter connects with a third dropkick. Jerry gets to his feet, and Lekkter delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker, he then waits for Jerry to get back to his feet. Jerry eventually gets back to his feet, and Lekkter runs into the ropes, runs back at Jerry, and connects with a running Bulldog before going out to the apron, climbing to the top turnbuckle, and waiting for Jerry to get back to his feet again. Jerry eventually gets back to his feet again, and Lekkter leaps off, and connects with a missile dropkick, he then lifts Jerry to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a Russian leg sweep before locking in a cross armbar. Jerry refuses to give up, so Lekkter puts more pressure on the hold, but Jerry still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope, but Lekkter refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

FOUR!!!

Lekkter releases the hold, lifts Jerry to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver, he then waits for Jerry to get back to his feet. Jerry eventually gets back to his feet, and Lekkter connects with the Face Lift before going for the pin!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*

DM: Matthews barely able to get the shoulder up before the count of three! By god, Lekkter could have had it!

SS: Coulda, woulda, shoulda... but he failed! And by the end of the match, Matthews will be the one victorious!

Lekkter lifts Jerry to his feet, and goes for a suplex, but Jerry reverses it into a suplex of his own, he then lifts Lekkter to his 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 eleven punches, he then lifts Lekkter 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, he then lifts Lekkter to his feet, and Irish whips him into the ropes. Lekkter runs back at Jerry, and Jerry catches him with a back body drop before lifting Lekkter back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a back suplex, he then lifts Lekkter back to his feet again, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before turning Lekkter over, kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. He connects with about seven punches, he then lifts Lekkter to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before taunting to the crowd to a huge ammount of boos, he then waits for Lekkter to get back to his feet. Lekkter eventually gets back to his feet, and Jerry runs into the ropes, runs back at Lekkter, and connects with a running Bulldog before lifting Lekkter back to his feet again, getting behind him, and connecting with a back suplex, he then lifts Lekkter to his feet, and connects with a suplex before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. He connects with about ten punches, he then lifts Lekkter to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before delivering a stomp to the midsection, forcing Lekkter to sit up, holding his stomach in pain, he then runs into the ropes, runs back at Lekkter, and connects with a running knee strike to the face, he then lifts Lekkter to his feet, and connects with the Samoan drop before going for the pin!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*

DM: By god, was that three? NO! It was just two and three-fourths!

SS: You've got to be fucking kidding me? There's no way that was a kickout unless this referee can't count to three!

DM: No, it was a near fall! Look at the replay again tubby and it's there!

The crowd cheers over the kickout, and Jerry has a frustrated look on his feet, he lifts Lekkter to his feet, and goes for a scoop slam, but Lekkter reverses it into a headscissors takedown. Jerry gets to his feet, and Lekkter delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before locking in a Camel clutch. Jerry refuses to give up, so Lekkter puts more pressure on the hold, but Jerry still refuses to give up, and Lekkter eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then lifts Jerry to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a gutwrench suplex before lifting Jerry back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a back suplex, he then delivers a stomp to the midsection, forcing Jerry to sit up, holding his stomach in pain before running into the ropes, running back at Jerry, and connecting with a running dropkick to the face, he then waits for Jerry to get to his feet. Jerry eventually gets to his feet, and Lekkter connects with a kick to the head, he then lifts Jerry back to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before connecting with a leg drop, he then locks in a rear chin lock. Jerry refuses to give up, so Lekkter puts more pressure on the hold, but Jerry still refuses to give up, and eventually fights out of it by delivering elbows to the midsection, he then goes for a clothesline, but Lekkter ducks, and connects with a spinning wheel kick, he then lifts Jerry to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before lifting Jerry back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a neckbreaker, he then lifts Jerry to his feet, and connects with the Beldigo before going for the pin!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*

DM: Now Matthews with the kickout as the hand was going down for three! This is incredible!

SS: My hearts racing here!

DM: I think that's your desire for another twinkie, Taint!

The crowd boos over the kickout, and Lekkter waits for Jerry to get to his feet. Jerry eventually gets to his feet, and Lekkter runs into the ropes, runs back at Jerry, and locks in Tha Str8 Jacket!

Jerry refuses to give up, so Lekkter puts more pressure on the hold, but Jerry still refuses to give up, so Lekkter puts even more pressure on the hold, but Jerry STILL refuses to give up, so Lekkter puts even MORE pressure on the hold, but Jerry 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, but Lekkter refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

FOUR!!!

Lekkter releases the hold, and the crowd boos over the rope break as they were really hoping Jerry was going to tap out. Lekkter lifts Jerry to his feet, and connects with the Revoke Existance before going for the pin!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

Jerry puts his foot on the bottom rope.

THREE!!!

DM: Matthews got his foot on the bottom rope and I don't think the referee or Lekkter realizes it!

SS: They better, otherwise this is a bigger screw job than David Stern giving the Miami Heat their three NBA titles!

Lekkter celebrates, and the ref goes to ring the bell, but Deacon Jeramiah stops him, and points out that Jerry's foot is on the rope. The ref walks over to Lekkter, puts his arm down, and the crowd boos loudly as Lekkter has a look of disbelief on his face, he then drags Jerry to the middle of the ring, and locks in a rear chin lock. Jerry refuses to give up, so Lekkter puts more pressure on the hold, but Jerry still refuses to give up, and eventually fights out of it by delivering elbows to the midsection, he then delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with the Savior's Wrath before going for the pin!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

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

Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... "THE EVANGELIST"... JERRY MATTHEWS!!!

"Long Black Train" by Josh Turner hits and the crowd boos loudly as Jerry Matthews is announced as the winner and gets his hand raised by the referee.

DM: Matthews with a nice bounce back this week by beating Lekkter tha Lunatik in a very impressive match up!

SS: I knew Matthews would bounce back! He's my favorite behind Curtis Wilkes and Yoshiru Long!

DM: Really? I could have sworn you said Smith Jones was!

SS: Oh he is! My top four!

DM: You're pathetic! You and your fanboyism is just sad, Taint!

SS: Nothing wrong with having favorite wrestlers! You certainly support those Team Lethality schmucks!

DM: Unlike you, I don't shout my support every damn minute or two, so let's get that straight! Before this escalates into me kicking Taint's ass... we're going to take our final commercial break! We'll be back after this!

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

[Papi El Sueno]

We come back from the commercial and the lights in the arena dim as “Comfortable Liar” by Chevelle begins to play. Yoshiru Long, dressed in a grey suit and his right arm in a sling, steps out to the stage to a chorus of boos. He looks around at the crowd before starting his way down the aisle.

Jimmy Wilkes: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome former World Heavyweight Champion and PCW Hall Of Famer...YOSHIRU LONG!!!

Yoshiru stands at the end of the aisle and once again looks around at the crowd. He makes his way over to the ring steps, using them to reach the apron. Yoshiru hesitates on the apron for a moment before climbing in to the ring. He grabs the microphone from the ring announcer as the lights return to normal and his music fades out.

DM: We saw Yoshiru return at Slamathon, and it looks like he's here tonight with something on his mind!

SS: He was the victim of a brutal attack from the masked man who we've come to know as The Unknown after wishing Curtis Wilkes luck in his match with Leon Lonewolf. The attack on Yoshiru was a travesty to say the least!

Yoshiru Long: I am here tonight for a very specific reason. When I first arrived in PCW, it was to capture the World Heavyweight Championship. I accomplished this goal in about a month. But that wasn't the end for me. I defended the championship against the likes of Mariano Fernandez, Leon Lonewolf, Nightrain, and Curtis Wilkes. But that wasn't the end of Yoshiru's legacy in PCW. A group of men joined forces to show their domination over PCW. Although Heather Monroe, Heather McKenzie, and Steve Storme were a part of this group at one point, the true Elites were myself, Curtis Wilkes, and Paul Blair. What we did in this company as The Elite were seen by most as being vile and unacceptable. But that's who we are. We're the ones who walk out here every night and push the envelope. To add to my legacy, I was inducted in to PCW's Hall Of Fame.

SS: The greatest Hall Of Famer PCW has!

DM: Shut up, Taint!

Yoshiru Long: Here's the thing. I was scheduled to return to action tonight. But, as you can see, I'm in no condition to compete tonight. Two weeks ago at Slamathon, I was attacked by a man that most have come to know as The Unknown. After medical attention, I was informed that I separated my right shoulder, I broke my right arm, and I suffered a concussion.

SS: We were robbed by The Unknown, Desiree!

DM: An attack on Yoshiru...an attack on Lonewolf... The Unknown is sure making a statement.

Yoshiru Long: The truth is...I'm not even sure how exactly to say what I want to say tonight. Ever since I first arrived in PCW, you fans have booed me. And I don't blame you. I haven't given you much to cheer for. Here's the thing though. When we step through these ropes...whether it's myself or Curtis Wilkes. Leon Lonewolf or James Baker. Whoever. When we step through these ropes...we do it for you. We can tell you that we don't care about you. We can tell you that you mean nothing. But you...you are the reason why we get in to this business.

SS: What the hell is he doing?!

The crowd slowly begins to cheer.

Yoshiru Long: Without you, we wouldn't be here...

Yoshiru hesitates as the cheers become louder. He appears touched by the cheers.

Yoshiru Long: Man, this is a lot harder than I thought it would be. I said that I was out here for a specific reason tonight. There comes a time in a man's career where he needs to decide which path to take. I've been in this industry for fifteen years. I have done EVERYTHING. I've won championships, I've had main event matches, I've been a part of the greatest groups to step in to the ring. I have fought my ass off and bled night after night...for you.

Yoshiru hesitates as deafening cheers erupt in the arena.

SS: This is a side of Yoshiru that I've never seen before...

DM: Is it just me, or is this sounding more like a retirement speech?

SS: Oh God, I hope not!

Yoshiru wipes a tear away from his eye.

Yoshiru Long: Thank you. Thank you all. You don't know how much hearing you cheer means to me.

Yoshiru wipes another tear away from his eye.

Yoshiru Long: After fifteen years in this business, there really isn't anything more that I need to do to prove myself.

SS: FUCK! He is retiring!

DM: He's had an amazing career, Taint.

Yoshiru hesitates for a moment before a smirk comes to his face.

Yoshiru Long: Do you hear that, coward? I don't have to prove myself...but you do! You want to attack me?! Did you really think that that would be the end of it?! I have stood in the ring with the best...THE BEST! Like hell if I'm going to let some unknown walk in to this company and use me to make a statement!

The crowd continues to cheer.

SS: Yoshiru has this crowd fired up!

DM: I've never actually heard any of our fans cheer for him. It's...well...it's not right.

Yoshiru Long: The doctors have told me that I should be good to go in six to eight weeks. What that means is in about six to eight weeks, I'm coming for you! Hide behind a mask if you want...because when I come back...when I come after you...I won't need to see the look on your face, I'll just need to hear the sounds of your scream!

The crowd frantically cheers.

SS: Now that's the Yoshiru that we've come to know!

DM: Seriously?

SS: You may not like everything that Yoshiru has done...but he has NEVER backed down from a challenge!

Yoshiru Long: Oh, and one more thing, coward. I am Elite...and I'm just...

Yoshiru holds the microphone out toward the crowd.

Crowd: Better than you!!!

Yoshiru smiles as he drops the microphone to the mat. He climbs out of the ring and walks over to the announcer's table. Yoshiru grabs a steel chair, setting it up next to the table, and sits down focusing his attention on the ring.

SS: Looks like Yoshiru is going to get a closer view of our main event, Desiree!

DM: I think he's in for a treat. This should be a great match.

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

The crowd cheers.

Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!

The lights in the arena go out.

JUST BECAUSE SEASONS DON'T FEAR THE REAPER!!!! DON'T MEAN YOU SHOULDN'T!!!!

"Chop Suey" by System Of A Down hits the sound system, a weird blue light fills the arena, and out comes Ryan ''the Reaper'' Robinson with is signature black steel golf club in his right hand, and the PCW Platinum Championship in his left hand. As he looks around at the fans with a twisted smile on his face. He raises both his golf club and the Platinum Championship in the air for a few seconds, then puts his arms down, and he begins making his way down to the ring.

Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Winchester, Kentucky, weighing in at 285 pounds. He is a member of Team Lethality and the NEW PCW PLATINUM CHAMPION... RYAN... "THE REAPER"... ROBINSON!!!

He walks down the ramp and takes some time to slap hands with the fans. He reaches the end of the ramp and looks around before sliding in underneath the bottom rope. He goes to the top rope and raises both the Platinum title and the golf club in the air to cheers from the crowd. He hops off and hands the Platinum title to the referee and sets his golf club down in the corner as he waits for the match to begin.

Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!

The heavy bass strokes signal the beginning of "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" by Grinspoon and the crowd explodes into a mixture of cheers and boos as Sickboy appears on the stage. He takes his time walking down the aisle, looking over at fans in the front row who are either cheering or booing at him.

Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Sydney, Australia weighing in at 265 pounds. He is a member of the PCW Hall of Fame and representing The Elite... "THE AUSTRAILIAN PSYCHO"... CURTIS WILKES!!!

He smiles at them and continues walking. he then climbs the ring steps and steps through the ropes into the ring. He holds out his arms, soaking in the reaction from the crowd, before he leans against his corner. He points at his longtime friend Yoshiru Long before waiting for the bell to ring.

*DING! DING! DING!*

DM: And here we go! This is a non title match, but this has a lot at stake!

SS: Curtis could beat the retard and get a shot at the Platinum title, but if retard wins, this would be the biggest win of his career!

DM: It's not retard, it's REAPER, you dumb fuck!

SS: I don't give a shit!

DM: Of course you don't, dumbass! And here's the lock up! Curtis overpowers Reaper as he's forced into the corner! Referee Ricky Tiffin tries to get Curtis to go for the clean break! Curtis does so for a bit... but then hits a right to Reaper to keep it going!

SS: HAHA! That was great!

Yoshiru: Smart strategy! I would have done the same thing in all honesty!

SS: At least he's being honest about it!

DM: Oh please! Both men return to the center of the ring here! Curtis goes for a right, but Reaper blocks it and hits a right and follows it up with a boot to the gut before Irish whipping Curtis into the ropes! Curtis comes back off the rebound... and Reaper hits him with a back body drop!

SS: Stupid retard!

DM: Watch it, tubby! Reaper gets onto the top rope and as Curtis gets back to his feet, Reaper dives off... and hits a double axe handle to "The Aussie Psycho"! Reaper starts pandering to the crowd before running off the ropes! Once he comes back, he leaps up... REAPING LEG DROP across the throat! And he wastes no time in going for the pin!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

NO!!!!

DM: Curtis kicks out!

SS: Thank god! Thank you god for allowing him to kick out!

DM: You're pathetic, and god isn't real, so shut up!

Yoshiru: If people can think Santa Clause is real, I think God can also be considered real too!

Reaper brings Curtis to a seated position. The crowd chants for him as he runs the ropes. He comes back on the return and goes for the boot... but Curtis falls back to avoid the contact. Curtis gets up to his feet and once Reaper turns around, he gets kicked in the gut... and Curtis drops him down with a thunderous powerbomb.

SS: That is impressive! Curtis powerbombs a 285 pound retard!

DM: Oh my god, are you fucking kidding me?

SS: What?

DM: You know exactly what I'm talking about and you're starting to piss me off with that derogatory word!

SS: But... he is!

DM: SHUT IT! Curtis drags Reaper to the middle of the ring before grabbing his left leg! It takes a bit but he turns Reaper over to his stomach... Single Leg Boston Crab!

SS: YES! Make him tap!

Yoshiru: It's a really hard hold to combat! Believe me!

DM: Reaper is trying damn near everyway he can to get to the ropes! Reaper is in dire pain here as he begins to drag himself towards the bottom rope! He edges closer and closer... he's reaching out... and she has it!

SS: NO!

Yoshiru: Don't be surprised to see Curt hold on! I know him well and he will do such a thing, just like me!

DM: You might be correct because Curtis is ignoring Ricky Tiffin's plea to break the hold! Tiffin begins to count as Curtis has the crap still locked in!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THREE!!!!

FOUR!!!!

DM: And Curtis releases before the count of five!

Yoshiru: Whether you like it or not, it was good strategy to utilize the entire five count! That's what The Elite does, we do stuff like this!

SS: Speaking of The Elite! Yosh, you should consider getting Smith Jones to be a part of the group along with you and Curt! That would be a damn good trio!

Yoshiru: We might consider it! Curt tells me he's really good!

SS: He is and it would get Smith with main event players where he belongs instead of that god fucking awful New Era group, and it would get Curt away from them too!

Yoshiru: Well we will see what we will do going forward! Don't you worry!

Curtis releases the submission and looks over at the announce table and nods at Yoshiru who nods back. Curtis goes back to Reaper and brings him back to a vertical base. He has Reaper in a front facelock and lifts him high in the air for possibly a Brainbuster... but Reaper gets out of it and appears behind Curtis. Reaper clasps his hands around Curtis's waist before throwing him overhead...

DM: German Suplex! Reaper with the German to Curtis!

SS: DAMMIT!

Yoshiru: Shannon, he still has a fight in him although Reaper's really impressing me with what he's brought to the table! You wouldn't have seen this months ago from somebody like him, but he's stepped up and you have to give kudos to that!

The crowd chants "Reaper" loudly. Reaper drags Curtis to the corner and leans him against the bottom turnbuckle. Reaper now goes to the opposite side and begins to run towards Curtis... Running Boot to the face! Curtis remails slumped in the corner and Reaper drags him out of the corner and to a portion of the ring. Reaper goes to the top and backflips... Moonsault! NO! Curtis got the knees up and both men are down.

DM: This has been an interesting night so far! Lots of stuff happening and the road to Wrestle Extravaganza IV is shaping up!

SS: No kidding! And we have the great Yoshiru Long on commentary with us!

Yoshiru: I should consider this a second career once I'm done wrestling that is!

SS: We'll kick Desiree out!

DM: Bitch please, you'll be gone before this company ever considers getting rid of me!

Yoshiru: Anything can happen!

DM: Curtis crawls towards the ropes and pulls himself up as Reaper is slowly getting back to his feet! Curtis runs towards Reaper... and takes him down with a lariat! Curtis picks Reaper up with a front facelock, lifts him vertical... front suplex!

Yoshiru: Curtis has started to build and offense here as he goes for the cover, hooking the leg!

SS: This is over!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

NO!!!!

DM: Reaper kicks out!

SS: Bullshit! That was a slow count!

Yoshiru: There's plenty of time! Curtis has to wear Reaper down first!

DM: I'm not commenting on this! Curtis brings Reaper back to his feet and kicks him in the gut! Curtis with a front facelock as he possibly is going for the Downwars Spiral... but Reaper pushes him back first in to the corner!

Yoshiru: That was a good counter by the Platinum Champion! He's improved ten fold! Don't be surprised if he's the Most Improved wrestler of 2013!

SS: AHHH! That just makes me ill thinking about it!

DM: Reaper backs away for a moment before running back up... and hitting a big splash to Curtis! Curtis stumbles out and Reaper grabs him by the arm and whips him to the opposite corner! Reaper follows him in... and hits a second big splash to the former PCW World Champion! Curtis stumbles out as Reaper back off!

SS: NO! NO! NO!

DM: Reaper runs and goes for it... SUPERKICK! NO! Curtis caught Reaper's foot! He kicks Reaper in the gut before hitting him with a drop toe hold that bounces Reaper's skull off of the padding of the second rope!

Yoshiru: That was pretty good there! Curt's really been upping his game and in this match, he's doing everything he can to get his name into the title picture!

DM: Reaper slowly gets to his feet and Curtis begins to run off into the ropes! Curtis comes back... and nails Reaper with a knee to the skull, and Reaper wisely rolls out of the ring!

SS: Dumb retard!

DM: Shut up, Taint! Curtis makes his way out of the ring and Ricky Tiffin starts the count!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THREE!!!!

FOUR!!!!

DM: Curtis has Reaper back to his feet and rolls him back in to the ring! He slides back in to the ring after Reaper, and he makes the cover!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THR---NO!!!!

DM: Reaper again with the kickout!

SS: What's with the slow count? Yosh, what the hell is going on with this ref?

Yoshiru: How should I know? I'm not the referee, I'm just a viewer! You need to chill, have faith in Curt!

Curtis stays on the ground and locks Reaper in a rear chinlock. Ricky Tiffin is checking on Reaper. Fortunately for Reaper, he is able to use his power to get back to his feet. Curtis switches to a side headlock, but Reaper counters with an elbow to the gut... and a second... and a third to separate Curtis from him. Curtis is a bit wobbly and Reaper grabs him by the throat, lifts him up and drives him to the mat...

DM: CHOKESLAM! Reaper with the chokeslam to Curtis Wilkes!

SS: Dammit!

DM: He's not one yet! He has the legs and... LOCK OF DEATH! Reaper with the Lock of Death applied to Curtis Wilkes!

Yoshiru: I have to give it to him, he knows what the hell he's doing! I may not care for the Reaper, but he's damn dangerous and he's somebody I'd like to face in the future whether he's the Platinum Champion or not!

DM: Curtis is refusing to give up as he pulls himself towards the rope! He's getting closer... and he has it! Ricky Tiffin calls for the break, and Reaper immediately releases the hold!

SS: At least the idiot did something right!

DM: Ugh! Just shut the hell up if you have nothing nice to say! Curtis returning to his feet here as Reaper waits... and Reaper delivers a kick to the calf... and a second... and now a third kick... but this time, Curtis catches the leg on arrival! Along with holding the leg, Curtis takes Reaper down with a short-arm lariat!

Yoshiru: This match has been really good! The fans are getting their money's worth in this one!

DM: I would agree with that which I never thought I would say that concering who just said that! Curtis brings Reaper back to his feet and hoists him on to the shoulder. Curtis drops down... Shoulderbreaker! And he makes the cover! This has to be it!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THR---NO!!!!

DM: Reaper kicks out just before the count of three!

Yoshiru: Gotta hand it to the kid, he's tough as nails! He's taken everything that Curt has delivered and he's continued to survive!

SS: This is a travesty! Complete travesty!

DM: Curtis is now on the attack and drives his knee into Reaper's shoulder before locking in an armbar! That's going to torque the hell out of his shoulder!

Yoshiru: It will! An armbar is no joke whatsoever! Can tear it really really bad!

DM: Curtis quickly releases the hold before getting Reaper back to his feet! Curtis is holding Reaper's arm and leaps in the air...

Yoshiru: OUCH! Curtis forces his shins against the back of Reaper's arm and falls back! That's not good for him!

SS: This is fantastic! Now Curtis can beat this idiot and we'll all go home happy!

DM: If by "we", you mean yourself and Yoshiru, but the rest of us don't give a fuck about what you think fatty!

SS: The Elite is powerful dammit! Curtis is Elite and only The Elite!

Yoshiru: I agree with that completely, Shannon!

DM: Curtis now has the overhead key lock applied here, and Reaper is in some serious trouble! Come on, Reaps, get out of this one!

Yoshiru: It's going to be hard for him to get out of this! It's a very painful hold but we'll see what Reaper can do here!

DM: Reaper is struggling, trying to get back to his feet here... and he does, but not a moment later, Curtis drives him back to the mat with a neckbreaker!

SS: Curtis is one not to waste anytime and he damn sure is going to make Reaper pay for being an idiot!

DM: What in the hell are you on about? You're making less sense than usual, Taint!

Yoshiru: He's a certified genius!

DM: Both of you are crazy! Reaper gets to his feet, holding his arm in pain. Curtis smells blood in the water and kicks Reaper in the gut before going for the Downward Spiral... NO! Reaper blocks it, and turns it into a Northern Lights Suplex!

SS: DAMMIT! This isn't good!

Yoshiru: Holy cow! Very rarely does that get countered once in a match so more kudos to him!

DM: Reaper is feeling it from this crowd tonight and he's signaling for the end! This could be his moment!

SS: NO! FOR GOD'S SAKE, NO!

DM: Curtis is slowly getting to his feet! Reaper goes behind him and hooks him up... REAPER SLAM! REAPER SLAM! REAPER HIT IT!

SS: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Yoshiru: I'm... I'm in shock right now, absolute shock!

DM: Reaper crawls over to Curtis and hooks the leg! THIS CAN DO IT!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THREE!!!!

*DING! DING! DING!*

Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... RYAN... "THE REAPER"... ROBINSON!!!

"Chop Suey" by System of a Down hits and the crowd cheers loudly as Ryan "The Reaper" Robinson is handed his PCW Platinum Championship by the referee and celebrates his victory.

DM: HE DID IT! REAPER HAS WON THE MATCH AND BEAT CURTIS! BY GAWD, WHAT A WIN!

SS: What a damn shame this was! Reaper gained a fluke victory over Curtis!

DM: It was NOT a FLUKE! You're just butthurt that Reaper won it fair and square!

SS: It was bullshit!

Yoshiru: Both of you are right! Reaper did do it fair and square... but don't think there will be a repeat of this result!

As Curtis is down and out outside of the ring, The Unknown craws out from underneath the ring and gets in the ring as Reaper celebrates.

DM: WHAT THE HELL?! THAT'S THE UNKNOWN!

SS: Son of a bitch!

Yoshiru: I'm going to do something about this!

DM/SS: Are you fucking nuts?

Yoshiru: I may not know Reaper personally, but this crap has gone on long enough!

Yoshiru takes his headset off and walks around the ring before sliding in, unknowingly to The Unknown. The Unknown takes off towards Reaper as he turns around, going for the big boot... but YOSHIRU PUSHES REAPER OUT OF THE WAY and nstead gets hit in the skull with the boot, while Reaper falls out of the ring due to the push.

DM: My god! The Unknown strikes again, and Yoshiru Long actually sacrificed himself to take the blow instead of Reaper!

SS: The hell was he thinking? He's injured and he saved retard from getting beaten down!

DM: I have no idea, but this is a rather interesting situation!

The Unknown looks down at Yoshiru and starts stomping on the injured arm to boos from the crowd. Yoshiru screams in pain but this only furthers The Unknown's attack. He now applies the Overhead Keylock to Yoshiru as Yoshiru is to his knees at this point.

DM: This is something you will never really hear come out of my mouth considering my stance on The Elite... but somebody needs to stop this attack on Yoshiru Long!

SS: PLEASE DO! Yoshiru did nothing to deserve this treatment!

Yoshiru is screaming in pain as The Unknown applies the hold further. Curtis Wilkes starts to come to his senses. Curtis struggles to get to the ring to save Yosh, but before he can make it, The Unknown lifts Yosh to his feet and plants him with the reverse STO.

DM: REVERSE STO! Dammit, The Unknown laid Yoshiru out with the Reverse STO!

SS: This is a travesty! Curtis tried hard to save him, but that damn Unknown laid him out! WHY?!

The Unknown slides out of the ring and goes into the crowd as Curtis checks on Yoshiru. Meanwhile, Reaper comes to his senses and sees Curtis check on Yoshiru. Reaper shakes off the cobwebs and looks perplexed like he's not sure what to do here. Reaper picks up the Platinum title and still stands there looking on at Curtis checking on Yoshiru.

SS: Go check on him, retard!

DM: Shut up, Taint! Reaper's like the rest of us, not sure what the hell just transpired! And for Reaper, I'm pretty sure he's confused as to why Yoshiru would take that big boot instead of him!

SS: Alright, good point!

We now cut backstage. Smith Jones is hurriedly pulling his black wheelie bag through the halls. He’s still wearing his white ring attire and dripping with perspiration. Mya Denton runs up behind him and grabs him by the arm. Smith stops, but only for a minute.

Smith Jones: It’s been an eventful night for me, Mya. I really should get out of here.

Mya Denton: I thought we were gonna hang out tonight.

Smith Jones: I know, I know. I was… occupied a lot tonight. A win over Totoya, a message to Brytain, visceral rage from Kai, the constant jeering from the fans… I’m a heatscore! Everyone wants a piece of Smith fucking Jones. I’m done with this shitty ass town. FUCK HOUSTON!!! Follow me.

He starts walking again, briskly.

Mya Denton: Where are we going? Smith! Stop!!!!!

Jones stops walking and doubles back to where Mya is standing. He pulls her close and kisses her quite forcefully on the mouth. Their lips melt into each other in a moment of wild abandon and reckless passion. He takes her by the hand and drags her and his wheelie bag over to his white limousine. Jones gets in first and drags Mya in behind him. The driver closes the door and puts the wheelie bag in the trunk of the limo before he gets into the driver’s seat and drives the impassioned pair out of the Toyota Center and off into the night. From there, we...

Fade to Black.

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[Papi El Sueno]

Here are the credits. Credit these fine men and women for their contributions to this show.

Intro: Me
Team Lethality segment: Danielle and Reaper
Brytain receives flowers Pt. I: Allie
Mya vs. Wallace: Reaper
Tom and Stryker humiliate Morgan and Ryder: Stryker and Tom
Dante vs. Jacobs: Reaper
Brytain receives flowers Pt. II: Allie and Dennis
Stryker vs. Draven: Reaper
Post match: Me
Danielle/Jacobs segment: Danielle
Smith Jones vs. Totoya: Mariano
Danielle/Talia segment: Danielle and Nathan
Brytain vs. Schafer segment/match: Allie and Craig
Matthews/Nightrain rivalry begins: George
Danielle/Talia vs. Reyna/Angelina: Me
Post match: Danielle and Tom
Matthews vs. Lekkter: Reaper
Reaper vs. Curtis: Me, (Jessie wrote the Yoshiru Long bit)
Ending: Me (for post match), Dennis and Amy (for Smith and Mya interaction)