Saturday Night Rapture Results (09/14/2013)

[Papi El Sueno]

Warning: The following content is rated TV-MA and it is intended for mature audiences only. This program has the strong possibility of containing extreme graphic violence, strong profanity, nudity and/or strong sexual content and does not cater to the politically correct and those who are easily offended. Viewer Discretion is advised.

Before Rapture went on the air, A camera picked up Morgan Simmons walking into the arena, a frown on her face as she recalled what happened on the last episode of Rapture. She turns down the corner and walks down the hallway where her office is located, but stops suddenly when she notices something odd about on her door.

Morgan: What the...?

Sitting on the handle of her office door was a small yellow package, bulging slightly to show that there was something inside of it. She reached down to pick up the yellow package, before walking inside of her office. She opens it up and reaches inside, before pulling out the object that was inside of it. It was a small Disk, with the words "Play Me" written crudely on the front. Walking over to her TV, she opens the DVD player and places the disk inside, before closing it and sitting back on her desk and turning the TV on. It was not long before the disk began playing, and it shows a the inside of a house. As the video recorder slowly begins moving throughout the house, Morgan couldn't help but notice that it seemed familiar to her for some reason. She didn't know why, but she recognized the house. Suddenly, the camera made it to the living room, where someone was sitting in a large chair. Morgan moved closer unconsciously as the person's body was hidden from view, but she froze when she heard the voice.

(?): Hello, Morgan.

The voice was Syn's, she didn't even have to see his face to know it was him. She moved back slightly as the camera panned out, showing that it was indeed her World Heavyweight Champion sitting in the chair, his hands steepled in his lap, and his light blonde hair covering most of his face. Behind his hair, one could make out the leather mask he has worn in the past.

Syn: I suppose you're surprised to see me, considering all that has happened between us over the last several weeks. Especially with how you shipped your little lambs to slaughterer by sending down to the ring at the very end of the previous episode of Saturday Night Rapture.

Syn's eyes show the faintest bit of dark amusement in them as he continues to speak from behind the mask.

Syn: I'll be the first to admit that the natural instinct that I had when I found out about your treachery, your lies, and what you did to me...was to destroy. I wanted nothing more than to slay you right then and there, drive the blade hidden within my cane right through your throat and watch as the life slowly faded from your eyes while you took one last, dying gasp of air in front of the entire viewing world....

Syn paused for a moment, his voice having taken on an icy, frostbitten tone near the end of his statement. He calmed himself down slightly, before continuing in the calm, eerily polite tone that was the norm for him.

Syn: ...but that would have been counter productive and not very fun at all now, would it? While aimless violence and heavy handed, barbarian-esque butchering works on some level, I always enjoy making my enemies suffer psychologically as well as mentally.

He leans forward, his eyes flashing lightly as a low growl escapes his throat.

Syn: You see, I want you to know my pain, Morgan. I want you to know what it is you put me through, what you put My Family through. I want you to be just as broken and destroyed as you attempted to have me become, before I put you out of your misery. So why not hit you where it will harm you the most, hmm?

As Syn said this, the person holding the video recorder handed him a picture. Syn lifted his head up, and one could see the very evil glint in his eyes as he turn the picture around and held it up in front of his chest, to where the person in it was shown in full view. Morgan felt her blood run cold as she recognized who it was immediately in the photo: Her younger sister, Dana.

Syn: She put up a valiant struggle...for a few moments, at least. But all it took was a few words, and a several small drops of Thorazine, and she was so easily bendable to my every whim.

Morgan got off of the desk and moved closer to the TV, mouthing the word "no" repeatedly in denial as she dropped to her knees. She reached out to the TV as Syn held the picture tauntingly, as if Morgan herself were right there in front of him. Syn then placed the picture down in his lap, before he gave a cold smile behind his mask and continued.

Syn: She's safe for now, Morgan. But for how long she is safe is completely up to you. You have...from the time this little video ends, until Mr. Saint and Mrs. Styles finish the introduction of the show to get yourself down to the ring and attempt to call me out, or whatever it is you enjoy calling it. Once that happens I'll meet you out there, and we'll have a bit of a chat. For old times sake. If you fail to do this then, well...

He clicks his tongue slightly before leaning close to the camera, the picture right next to his head as he spoke his words with purpose.

Syn:...well, you know what it is I tend to do to those I no longer have any need for, don't you? For Dear Little Dana's sake, it would be...best, if you do not disappoint me.

The video suddenly ended, and Morgan still had not moved at all since seeing that Syn had her little sister. Pale and shaking, she suddenly realized that the video has ended and quickly got to her feet, running out the door as fast as she could to get down to ringside. We fade into the beginning of the introduction video and logo for Saturday Night Rapture.

After both have been shown, we go back to ringside after the introduction video has played and Morgan is finally out of behind the curtain and is hauling ass with a purpose and the fans in the arena boo at the sight of the PCW General Manager.

DM: Well ladies and gentlemen! This isn't our usual opening, but nonetheless, welcome to Saturday Night Rapture! I am Desiree Miles along with Shannon Taint and right out of the gate, we have a situation!

SS: Our great General Manager is none too happy to say the least! Her younger sister Dana is in Syn's possession!

DM: And judging by what Syn has said - it's not pretty and I don't have any sympathy for our crappy General Manager!

Morgan snatches a microphone before sliding in the ring. She stands in the ring, seething in anger.

Morgan Simmons: Syn you stupid son of a bitch...

The crowd boos loudly as Morgan spoke, but she's not in the mood to tell them to "shut up" and ignores them.

Morgan Simmons: ... get your ass out here right NOW! You said you'll meet me out here for old times sake, so get the hell out here and lets have our discussion if you will!

SS: Alright, about time!

DM: This can end good or bad for her! Actually when it comes to Syn, nine times out of ten, you're not going to end up safe!

After a few minutes of waiting, Morgan's anger boils over as Syn seemingly is ignoring her by not coming out. She looks all around the arena for Syn and she now begins screaming.

Morgan: NOW, SYN!!! YOU BRING YOUR ASS OUT HERE RIGHT GODDAMN NOW AND GIVE ME MY SISTER, YOU SICK TWISTED SON OF A BITCH!!!

SS: Morgan's beside herself, and I don't blame her! Syn went over the line by doing this!

DM: She deserves this and everything else she's getting, Taint!

No sooner had she said this, the lights in the arena dimmed and The Humphrey Coliseum went dark, causing the crowd to erupt. "Duality" by Slipknot played and the lights came back up a few moments later as the chorus picked up, showing Syn, sitting on the turnbuckles right in front of Morgan with an evil smirk on his face and his cane in his hand. Syn looked noticeably healthier than he did two weeks ago as he smirked down at Morgan from his position on the top turnbuckle.

DM: And there is the World Heavyweight Champion! He looks a lot better health wise than he did two weeks ago!

SS: I don't think he will for long! Morgan looks like she's going to try to kill him again!

Syn went to hop down off of the turnbuckle, but paused and pointed his cane in a warning manner as Morgan began stalking towards him. She stopped in her tracks as Syn pointed the cane at her throat, still seething with rage and shouting at him even though she's unable to reach him. He slowly pulls out a microphone from his trench coat and gives a slight twitch, before speaking with a polite, yet eerie smile on his face.

Syn: Morgan, if you attempt to come at me in that manner again or if I have reason to believe you will, you will never hear from Dear Little Dana again.

Morgan glared hatefully at him as the crowd around her cheered at that, enjoying the sight of Morgan being forced to play by someone else's rules for a change. Syn's smile never left his face as he lowered his cane and slowly began circling her, like a caged animal circling his prey.

Syn: Good...very good. We understand each other, then. Now, I'm a fair man most of the time, Morgan. Even when I have every single reason in the world to be a little less than accommodating. But at the same time...I'm not very patient these days when it comes to obtaining revenge. I could just allow the legal system to sort out our little problems, but that is a far cry from being my way of doing things. That, and the wheels of justice turn far, far too slowly for my liking. So I've decided to take matters that concern you and I into my own hands.

He continued to circle her, his eyes intently focused on her and only her as he continued.

Syn: So, with that in mind, I wish to know exactly how much you care for your Dear Little Sister. Do you consider her as such? Or do you see her the same way that you view every other member of your little group of sheep?

Syn stopped right behind her and leaned next to her ear, his voice turning from eerily polite into a low hiss of disgust.

Syn: As nothing more than another expendable, worthless pawn used only to suit your needs and your needs alone, before you grow tired of her and cast her out, like a leper.

Morgan turned slowly and her glare seemed to turn murderous as she and Syn stared down.

Morgan: Give me my sister, or I swear to God Syn, I will kill you AGAIN.

The crowd booed at the threat and Syn twitched slightly, before looking her right in the eyes. Any trace of the polite smile was gone and replaced by a cold look of barely restrained fury.

Syn: You're in NO position to threaten me, Morgan. You no longer have any advantage to call upon to save yourself, and if you even attempt to call Toxic out here the last sight you see before Dana becomes Professional Wrestling's latest victim is me taking you down with me. You'll sit here, be silent, and listen to my little request....or you'll doom your own flesh and blood to pay for your sins towards me. I don't care either way, so your choice is of no consequence to me.

His lips turn upward into an evil little smirk as he continued.

Syn: The choice is yours, Morgan. Your overwhelmingly obsessive need to control the situation you've placed yourself in, or the life of your little sister.

Morgan growled at Syn throughout his entire monologue, glaring at him as hatefully as she possibly can. It was clear to everyone that despite the fact that Syn was right, Morgan was refusing to give in to this. After a few moments, Syn gave a fretful sigh, before he motioned to the stage.

Syn: Perhaps a visual will sway you to make a decision.

As he said this, the camera panned to the stage just in time to see all three members of The Project Venom group that Syn has at his beck and call come out on stage, two of them dragging a lifeless body with them by the arms as the crowd gasped. While the person's face was hidden from view due to her hair, it was clear to all that the person in their grasp was indeed Dana Simmons. Her appearance was very bad, with her clothes being ripped and torn from an obvious struggle, and her skin was deathly pale.

DM: DAMN! Syn really did a number on Dana, and knowing him this isn't even the worst of it!

Morgan, at seeing Dana, had the color drain from her skin and a look of abject horror appeared on her face. Syn seemed un-phased by this and calmly hobbled over to Morgan as he began speaking.

Syn: As I said, she put up a somewhat decent fight for a short period of time. She was so sure that you would come to her rescue. That Big Sister would somehow find out that she was in dire trouble and bail her out as she has done for her entire life...but alas, you never came. Even though no one had heard from her in days by that point, none of her so called siblings did. It was a bitter pill for her to swallow, realizing that she was at my mercy.

Syn had sounded very amused throughout his explanation smirks evilly as he leans next to her ear and spoke one last line.

Syn: Would you like to know how long it took her to break...?

Morgan didn't respond, her mind reeling from all that Syn had told her and knowing that she couldn't save Dana. Continuing to lean next to her ear, Syn began speaking once again after a few moments of tense silence, deciding to give his demands now.

Syn: Next week, you will abandon your position as PCW's General Manager for one night only. You will step into this ring, and you will face me. No Toxic, No Disciples, No Team Lethality in the arena. But not in a normal match, mind you. Surrounding this ring will be 25 PCW Wrestlers, each one armed with a long, thick leather strap. Think of it as....a little bit of a Locker Room Revenge.

Syn smirks, before backing away slightly.

Syn: Accept it or not, Morgan. I've already won here. But hopefully....I'll see you then.

"Duality" began playing over the PA System as Syn exited the ring and began hobbling up the ramp, with Project Venom dropping Dana's unconscious body on the stage as they joined him.

DM: Morgan Simmons' grave is only being dug deeper and now she's quite possibly going to be in a Lumberjack type match with twenty five PCW wrestlers armed with long, thick leather straps!

SS: I don't like this one bit! This can be very bad for Morgan!

DM: I disagree! I think this is going to be major fun! I hope I'm one of those with the fucking strap so I can beat the piss out of her!

SS: STOP SAYING THAT!

DM: No fatty! I won't!

Morgan stands there seething in anger and rushes to her sister Dana to check on her. She continues to check on Dana and from there, we go to commercial break.

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

[Papi El Sueno]

Jimmy Wilkes: This is your opening contest for SATURDAY NIGHT RAPTURE and it is scheduled for ONE FALL!

The crowd cheers.

Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!

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

The lights fade as the hypnotically pounding rhythmic intro to “Counting Bodies Like Sheep (To the Rhythm of the War Drum)”. A chorus of boos courses through the crowd as Cavanagh appears on the stage. He stands in total silence, cracking his neck before methodically making his way to the ring, ignoring the jeers and catcalls raining down on him.

Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Bellevue, Washington, weighing in at 240 pounds... "THE CATALYST"... VICTOR CAVANAGH!!!

He hops up on to the apron, making his way to the middle, where he pauses again, pulling his hood back and glancing out into the crowd for a moment before stepping through the ropes. He heads to his corner then, discarding his sweat shirt and doing final adjustments on his tape and pads before he leans back against the turnbuckles, awaiting the start of the match.

Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!

"Evil Ways (Justice Mix)" by Blues Saraceno hits the PA as "BOO!" erupts in the arena. After a minute in the song fireworks go off as we see The Lone Ranger come out in a black hoodie.

Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 213 pounds... THE LONE RANGER!

He starts walking down to the ring as he gets about half way and stops. He looks at a fan as they boo. He then casually flips them off and continues walking. He climbs the stairs and jumps on the turnbuckle. He flips his hood off and looks at the fans with disgust. He then jumps down and sits in the corner.

*DING! DING! DING!*

As the bell rings, the two competitors lock up in the middle of the ring, with The Lone Ranger getting an immediate upper hand on new comer, Victor Cavanagh. The Lone Ranger ducks behind Cavanagh and dumps him backwards with a German Suplex. Quickly on his feet, The Lone Ranger capitalizes on his upper hand by landing several stiff kicks into Victor’s midsection. The crowd has a mixed reaction, they have a strong dislike for both men and aren’t sure which one they hate more. As The Lone Ranger looks to connect with his fifth kick to the ribs, Cavanagh rolls onto his side and grabs Ranger’s ankle mid-kick throwing him off balance! Jerking Ranger’s ankle, Cavanagh dumps his opponent backwards and wastes no time regaining the upper hand. Climbing to his feet, Victor pulls The Lone Ranger up by his hair and backs him into one of the turnbuckles with a series of knife-edged chops to the chest. Back up against the turnbuckle, it looks as though The Lone Ranger has nowhere to go.

DM: Victor is chopping the hell out of The Lone Ranger and has him surrounded!

SS: She should throw in the white flag while she can!

DM: Um... dummy! Ranger is a guy, not a girl!

SS: Oh right! My bad!

DM: [muttering under her breath] Fucking moron!

But Ranger manages to use the turnbuckle to his advantage, giving him leverage as he brings both feet up to kick Victor Cavanagh squarely in the midsection, forcing Victor back and giving The Lone Ranger a chance to capitalize with a sheer drop brainbuster while Cavanagh is winded. Ranger immediately goes for the pin but Cavanagh gets his shoulder up before the referee can even begin the count.

SS: Ranger needs to go more before attempting to go for the pin!

DM: He does, but it's still early in this one!

Powering out of the pin, Victor and the Lone Ranger trade right hands until Cavanagh is able to slip behind him, delivering a brutal looking release German Suplex that sends The Lone Ranger sprawling across the canvas. Not giving him an opportunity to catch his breath, Cavanagh locks in the Bow and Arrow Lock.

DM: Yikes! That Bow and Arrow is legit! No joke! Ranger's going to have to fight to the death to get out of this one!

The Lone Ranger shakes his head vehemently, refusing to give in to the painful looking submission hold as the referee asks him if he’d like to tap. Cavanagh adds some more torque to the maneuver as the Lone Ranger attempts to power out of the hold, but to no avail. His face contorted in pain, Ranger still refuses to give in to the hold. After a few, long excruciating moments, The Lone Ranger is able to break the hold and crawls away from a frustrated Victor Cavanagh to recover. Victor, unwilling to give up his upper hand on The Lone Ranger, stalks him across the ring. As The Lone Ranger attempts to pull himself up on the ropes, Cavanagh hits him with a release dragon suplex and follows it up with a pendulum backbreaker.

SS: Nice sequence of moves! Brutal looking too! I like this guy!

DM: Of course you do!

He goes for the cover.

ONE!!


TWO!!


THR--!! Nooooo! The Lone Ranger kicks out of the pin and an obviously frustrated Cavanagh drags The Lone Ranger to his feet, hitting him with a several closed fisted right hands before The Lone Ranger can even begin to fight back. Cavanagh tries to slip behind The Lone Ranger to lock in another German suplex but The Lone Ranger knocks an elbow back into his face and Victor stumbles backwards, clutching at his nose.

SS: Getting caught on the nose is never fun! Believe me!

DM: I know! That's why I always aim for the nose everytime I have to kick your ass!

SS: .....

The Lone Ranger hits him with a jumping DDT and takes him down to the mat, locking in a single leg Boston crab. Cavanagh refuses to tap and The Lone Ranger torques the hold some more. Cavanagh still refuses to tap and begins to attempt to belly crawl across the ring to the ropes. The Lone Ranger tries to keep Victor in the middle of the ring and torques the hold again. With the effort it takes written all over his face, Victor slowly drags himself and The Lone Ranger across the canvas and just barely reaches the bottom rope.

DM: Ranger somehow gets the bottom rope!

The referee calls for The Lone Ranger to break the hold but Ranger refuses to give Cavanagh a clean break and the referee begins the count.

ONE!!


TWO!!


THREE!!


FOUR!!

At the last possible moment, The Lone Ranger finally breaks the hold and grabs ahold of Victors’ legs to drag him back to the middle of the ring, hoping to capitalize on Victors’ weakened state by locking in the hold again but Cavanagh rolls over onto his back and kicks the Long Ranger back.

DM: Victor Cavanagh wasn't going to let that happen twice and in response, he kicks The Lone Ranger away from him!

SS: It's smart! Victor's showing a lot in this match and I'm impressed!

As both struggle to their feet again, they begin trading left and right handed punches, each attempting to back the other up into the turnbuckle. Gaining the upper hand again, The Lone Ranger nails Victor with a running neckbreaker. With Victor laid out on the canvas, The Lone Ranger begins slowly scaling the turnbuckle. He reaches the top and launches himself into the air, nailing Cavanagh with a wicked looking moonsault.

DM: What a moonsault! Could we be seeing an upset?

The Lone Ranger goes for the cover.


ONE!!


TW-- NOOOOO!! The referee is just about to slap down the two count when Victor is able to get his shoulder up. The Lone Ranger, frustration written all over his face, mounts Cavanagh and begins hammering closed hand punches into his face, neck and torso. Cavanagh tries to get his arms up to protect himself but The Lone Ranger has pinned his arms down with his knees.

DM: These two are going tooth and nail! Fighting for that victory!

SS: They're showing something! A big improvement for The Lone Ranger and Victor Cavanagh is proving he has potential to rise up the rankings in PCW!

As the Lone Ranger rains down punches on Cavanagh, the new comer struggles free and rolls the Lone Ranger off of himself. Not about to let Cavanagh have a second to recover, the The Lone Ranger hits him with a leg drop and then goes up to the top turnbuckle, obviously looking for another moonsault or a big leg drop from the top rope to put Victor away.

DM: He's definitely looking for something big!

SS: But he's waiting too long though! He needs to fly now if he wants to actually land it!

While Ranger is midair, Cavanagh rolls out of the way and The Lone Ranger comes down on nothing but mat. Groaning and clutching his midsection, The Lone Ranger rolls around on the canvas, winded. Victor doesn’t wait for The Lone Ranger to catch his breath and get back into the fight, he sees his moment and capitalizes, locking him into the Hillside Stranger II.

The Lone Ranger struggles to break the hold but Victor simply applies more pressure, a predatory look on his face. The Lone Ranger begins trying to crawl to the ropes as Cavanagh digs in his heels and attempts to keep his opponent away from the ring ropes. With a lot of obvious effort, The Lone Ranger finally makes it over to the ropes and manages to grab them.

DM: Ranger has the ropes, but Victor better be careful and break the hold, otherwise, he'll get disqualified!

SS: He's utilizing the five count! He'll be fine!

The referee advises Victor to break the hold but Cavanagh refuses to give The Lone Ranger a clean break. Finally, he breaks the hold, only to drag The Lone Ranger back out to the middle of the ring and lock the Hillside Stranger in a second time.

The Lone Ranger tries to power out of the hold again but Victor applies brutal pressure and the Lone Ranger is forced to tap out.

Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner by submission... "THE CATALYST"... VICTOR CAVANAGH!!!

“Counting Bodies Like Sheep (To The Rhythm of a War Drum)” by A Perfect Circle hits and the crowd gives a mixed reaction as Victor is declared the winner.

DM: Victor Cavanagh with the win in his first PCW match up!

SS: He was very impressive indeed! I liked what I saw and I can see him as a player in the near future!

DM: What about The Lone Ranger though? He lost yet another match up!

SS: Yeah, but he's actually trying which is a positive! He'll get off the snide soon enough!

DM: Hopefully for him, he does that!

Victor Cavanagh rolls out of the ring and walks to the back, celebrating his victory. The Lone Ranger gets to his feet and he actually gets a mixed reaction from the fans. He rolls out of the ring and goes to the back under his own power. Once that is done, "Icu" by Brotha Lynch Hung hits throughout the PA system.

SS: Desiree, who's theme is this?

DM: I don't fucking know! But I am interested in finding out!

The theme music plays and the crowd comes to cheers as James Baker comes out, wearing a long black t-shirt and baggy black pants with his hair slicked back.

DM: We got our answer, Taint!

SS: Dammit!

James stands there stoically. Emerging behind him are Kevin Styles and J.T. Banks, wearing leather jackets over their Da Xtreme Dynasty shirts and blue jeans. Appearing on another side are John and Danny Awesome, both of them wearing hockey masks and behind them is Abby Parker, wearing a short leather jacket over a black top, black skinnies and black heeled boots while holding the lead pipe she choked Morgan Simmons out with.

SS: There are all of the thugs from Da Xtreme Regime, and they have the pipe they choked Morgan with!

DM: You mean Abby has the pipe?

SS: Whatever! She's a slut who should hop on my dick!

DM: I'll tell her you said that and then she can rip off your arms and eat them!

SS: Hn?

DM: You don't have a clue of how she's like, dummy!

They all slowly walk down the ramp, with Styles and Banks slapping hands with the fans. They each step on the steps and get into the ring. Once they are all in, James grabs a microphone and stands along with everybody. He has the mic in his hand. The crowd cheers very loudly and from there, James begins to speak.

James Baker: Well, well. We meet again PCW. Actually we were here two weeks ago, but you're getting to see all of us together out here for the very first time as a unit.

The crowd cheers.

James Baker: Now for the members. Well you already know the mother fuckin' King of Hardcore, the Director of Chaos and I could really go on and on about my own nicknames. You also may have heard about the greatest tag team in the rich and stories history of this very company, I'm talkin' bout Kevin Styles and J.T. Banks of Da Xtreme Dynasty. Give it up for them boys.

The crowd cheers and Kevin and J.T. are playing up to the fans in attendance.

James Baker: And the mother fuckers who are wearing hockey masks, are John and Danny Awesome, the Awesome Mother Fuckers. A great young tag team who is just now finding their footing and since aligning themselves with yours truly and ditching the sack of crap known as Casey Matthews - they have seen their stock rise and they got a tag team title match for Pride Wrestling. Their stock is still rising and they can be THAT tag team for years to come.

The crowd cheers again.

James Baker: And while the fans know of the greatest tag team of all time and the future of tag team wrestling, as well as the legend himself, they don't know... the insane one herself. The woman who choked Morgan out with that lead pipe she has in her hand. I stated she was crazier and more demented than I was, and I'm not exactly all there to say the least. In fact, she's family. She happens to be my cousin. Give it up for the one, the only, Abby Parker.

The fans cheer loudly as Abby still sits in the corner and admires the lead pipe she used against Morgan with a twisted expression on her face.

James Baker: Abby is tough as nails. She makes me a little scared and other than my lovely wife, I don't fear a fucking person in this industry, I'm the mother fucking boogeyman up in this bitch, but this isn't about yours truly. No, no, no, no, because ever since we arrived on the scene two weeks ago, one question has been asked: why are we here, and what is the mission for Da Xtreme Regime?

James scratches his chin for a moment.

James Baker: To be honest, that's a damn good question to ask because nobody truly knows why we are here - except the men and woman standing in the ring right now. Let me jog your memories here for a bit if you don't mind. There was that time where I was the General Manager of PCW, you know, the job that Morgan Simmons is doing a major disservice to. It's also the position of which those who were and continue to be on the low end of the totem pole, constantly bitched and moaned, hoping to have me removed from said position, not fully comprehending what type of bullshit they would get once I was gone.

The crowd boos at the reminder of the events that happened at Battle Finale III earlier this year.

James Baker: Well those people who wanted me removed, they had better be happy with their choices and I'm not going to pursue being the General Manager again because quite frankly, I don't want that job. It was very stressful and despite loving this company, the whiners with very little talent are the reasons why I am glad to not be in that position anymore. Besides, while Morgan is a part of the problem, there's a bigger fish that is the cause of all of this - and I'm talkin' about one Terrell Ryder.

The crowd boos at the mentioning of Terrell Ryder.

James Baker: If it wasn't for Terrell, none of the bullshit that you have seen since Battle Finale III, wouldn't be possible. He had a hand in helping Morgan pay off Jack Payne and IGNORING the medical regulations that I, set up for this company to help protect the men and women of this company from possible permanent injuries. He's had a hand in cheating THE FANS out of two great PCW World Heavyweight Championship matches and really, he's the head snake of this operation. He's the "leader" so to speak.

James pauses and looks out in the crowd before continuing on with his speech.

James Baker: The reason why Da Xtreme Regime is here is very simple, nothing too complex. We are here to eradicate Terrell Ryder from this company. We are here to correct the mistakes that this company has made and it's a long list since I was unceremoniously dropped out of the picture. Although we have no problem with the faction wars that are going on, despite the opinion of at least one person who dislikes it - we're going to allow the other factions to kick the shit out of each other because in all honesty, we could give two shits less about the ongoing war that's currently present. All we want to do is remove Terrell Ryder and restore order and justice into this company, and Da Xtreme Regime is the only team fitting enough to accomplish that task.

James looks at the crowd with a blank expression on his face. From there, he continues.

James Baker: T-Dogg, I'd watch your back if I were you, homeboy, because Da Xtreme Regime is comin' for you. We might come when you're asleep, or eating breakfast, but we're going to make your life a living hell... BELIEVE THAT!

"Icu" by Brotha Lynch Hung hits and the members of Da Xtreme Regime raise their arms in the air and the crowd cheers.

SS: Well that was interesting!

DM: Totally! Terrell and Morgan are fucked, and this proves their continued downward spiral!

SS: It's a travesty of what has been done to them! They're great human beings!

DM: Oh please! They made their bed, now they have to lie in it! As you saw at the top of the show, karma is slowly biting Morgan in the ass and the same will go for Terrell as well!

SS: That's what you think!

DM: No idiot! That's what we're seeing! Anyways, it's time we go to commercial! We'll be back after this!

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

[Papi El Sueno]

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

The crowd cheers.

Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!

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

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

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

Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!

"Generation" by Simple Plan plays and Aaron walks out of one of the arena entrances in the stands carrying his kendo stick. He opens his jacket and raise the kendo stick in the air. He walks down the stairs high fiving fans along the way.

Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Compton, California, by way of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 205 pounds. Representing Generation Next and a member of the PCW Hall of Fame... AARON WARRENS!

Aaron hops over the barricade and slides into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle and raises the kendo stick in the air one more time before jumping off the turnbuckle and going to his corner.

*DING! DING! DING!*

DM: And this match up is officially underway! We get a special treat as we are joined on commentary by Nathan Warrens!

Nathan: Pleasure's all mine as always, Desiree!

SS: Ugh! This is going to suck!

DM: Ignore the idiot! Aaron isn't wasting anytime as he executes a flurry of punches to the skull of Damon, effectively stunning him! Aaron goes for a grapple, but Damon ducks it... and hits Aaron with the neckbreaker!

SS: BORING!

Nathan: Gee Taint, I know you were always a grumpy little bitch, but why turn up the volume? Did your mother not love you enough?

SS: MY MOTHER LOVED ME JUST FINE!

DM: Jesus Christ, that was a bit much, don't you think? Damon pulls Aaron right back to his feet and scoops him up... Snap suplex!

Nathan: Despite my husband being a major douche bag, he does know how to wrestle!

SS: He's fucking boring! I'd rather watch paint dry than having to be out here during one of his matches!

DM: I'll just say this! Your unprofessionalism is a BIG problem, Taint!

Nathan: I second that!

DM: Hopefully Nathan could be my full time broadcast partner while your fat ass can be unemployed! Damon gets right back to his feet and waits for Aaron to get to his! Aaron gets up, but Damon whips him to the outside and Aaron lands hard on the floor!

Nathan: Come on Aaron! We both know you can do this! You beat Sickboy for crying out loud!

SS: The last major victory he'll see!

DM: Shut up, douche bag!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THREE!!!!

DM: Aaron's up to his feet and here goes Damon... BASEBALL SLIDE... NO! Aaron moved out of the way and counters with a bulldog to take him down!

Nathan: This is just what he needed! Now he needs to capitalize!

SS: Can I take a fucking nap?

DM: If we don't have to here your stupid ass bitching and complaining, then take a god damn nap! Back to the action, Aaron rolls into the ring... and now rolls back out as Ricky Tiffin begins the count once more!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THREE!!!!

FOUR!!!!

DM: Aaron gets Damon up and slides him into the ring!

FIVE!!!!

DM: Aaron now goes onto the apron and immediately hops onto the top rope... and a diving leg drop from the PCW Hall of Famer!

Nathan: All of us at Generation Next are PCW Hall of Famers!

DM: That is correct, Nathan! Aaron has the cover! This could be it!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

NO!!!!

DM: Damon kicks out at two!

Nathan: These two are tough, even if they are different! They still know their way inside of that ring!

DM: I'm so going to get management to have you replace Taint as the commentator! You have a future at this desk and I'd personally welcome it!

Nathan: Thank you, you never know if that'll happen or not! Aaron now gets Damon up and jabs at him a few times! My brother definitely likes hitting people in the face!

DM: Who doesn't? Aaron kicks Damon in the gut and goes for it... Gravestone! NO! Damon reverses it into a back body drop!

Nathan: Dammit!

DM: Damon waits for Aaron to get back up! Aaron gets up and Damon runs up to him... Jumping Enzuigiri to the head! And down goes Aaron! Damon quickly hooks the leg!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

NO!!!!

DM: Now it's Aaron who manages to kick out!

Nathan: Aaron's a fighter! He knows to push it to the limit! That's what we TRUE Warrens' do!

DM: Hmm! Anything you're implying by that?

Nathan: Damon's not a true Warrens! He only has the last name because he married ME! That's it, history! He's a Wilson and that's all he'll ever be!

DM: Strong words, Nathan! Damon gets Aaron to his feet and kicks him in the gut and goes for an underhook... but this time, Aaron's the one who reverses it into a back body drop!

Nathan: Aaron knows Damon better than most so I'm not exactly surprised to be seeing this out of him!

Aaron gets back to his feet and the crowd is cheering very loudly. However, Immanuel Paine is on the apron and obstructs Ricky Tiffin away from the match.

DM: DAMMIT! We saw this two week ago where Immanuel provided the distraction for Rhys Masterson to come in and hit the Tigerbomb on Jane Isis to allow Damon to win the match!

Nathan: He couldn't beat Jane on his own, and Jane Isis is one of the strongest women in the history of this business! And he sure as hell cannot beat Aaron on his own!

Rhys Masterson slides in the ring behind Aaron as he is jaw jacking with Immanuel. Rhys turns around around and kicks him in the gut as he places him in a double underhook position... and hits him with a Tigerbomb. He then drags Damon towards Aaron and places him on top of Aaron. Immanuel hops off the apron and Ricky Tiffin turns around and begins to count the fall.

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THREE!!!!

*DING! DING! DING!*

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

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

DM: Damon Warrens with another victory and he has beaten another member of Generation Next!

Nathan: Yeah... not by fair means mind you! He can't win a match fair and square! That's another reason why Aaron, Talia, Jane and I made Generation Next great, because we are great wrestlers!

DM: I see your point hun! But are you prepared for your eventual match up against Damon?

Nathan: I'm more than prepared! Trust me on that!

Nathan takes off the headset and looks back at Damon but not before slapping hands with the fans at ringside.

DM: This situation is certainly brewing! But right now, we have to make the sponsors happy and take a commercial break! We'll be back with more PCW action after this!

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

[Papi El Sueno]

Back from the break and Monica Garcia is standing in front of the interview set, microphone in hand. She smiles.

Monica Garcia: Ladies and gentlemen, my guests at this time, S&M.

The camera zooms out to show Smith Jones and Mya Denton making out with each other next to Monica. Smith is dressed to compete in his trademark all whites and Mya is wearing a little black dress with black Chuck’s, her hair down and a little curly. They are still freakin’ kissing and they have their hands all over each other! Garcia gets uncomfortable. This is awkward. They finally stop making out and both look at Monica.

Smith Jones: Ask away.

Monica Garcia: Well, the masked man that helped attack you and Mya last week still hasn’t been revealed. Do you have any idea who…

Smith Jones: Do you have any idea how stupid a question that is, Garcia? That masked man was nothing more than a red herring. Classic distraction tactics that neither Smith Jones nor Mya Denton will fall for. We are focused on pink! I’ve been in pursuit of the PCW Broadcast Championship for the better part of a year. The Anarchy pay-per-view will mark the one year anniversary of my arrival in PCW. I didn’t have a match that night in my hometown of Toronto on October 13, 2012, but I did have a lot to say. I made it blatantly obvious from day one that I am real. Incidentally, the Main that night was a Four Way Hell in a Cell for the World Title featuring Heather Monroe versus Yoshi versus Wilkes versus the face of the brand, Syn. Hey, I came very close to beating Syn once on Rapture a few months ago and there are those who thought I almost took Heather Monroe in her very last Rapture match, classy dame. Miss her! Those matches were close calls as always in the Smith Jones match. Now Yoshi, I did beat last week, and tonight… Shhhhh!

Mya Denton: What is it, baby?

Smith Jones: SSSSSSSHHHHHHHH!!!!

Smith looks off in the distance and sees a bolt of that pink hair he can’t stop dreaming about. He ducks down low and runs down the hall in pursuit of… yes, it is indeed PCW Broadcast Champion Brytain Montgomery! Smith charges up behind her and throws a Russian sickle to the back of her neck!!! Brytain ducks it!!! Smith turns to face Brytain and she throws a flying head kick, but Smith dodges to the side. He grabs Brytain Montgomery by the throat and slams her up against the brick wall. He keeps his hand around her throat and leans in very close to her face. He breathes warm, rancid breath in her face.

Smith Jones: I’m really glad we ran into each other, Bryte. I have something… pressing to announce to you. Listen to this!!!!

Brytain Montgomery: Spit it out, Smithy. I’m not going to stand here with you all fucking night!!!

Smith: If I don’t beat you for the PCW Broadcast Championship at Anarchy inside the Cage of Death, I will give up the obsession; I will NEVER challenge for the Broadcast Championship again for the rest of my career!!!!! Beat me and I will fuck off from this division forever!!!!

Brytain Montgomery kicks Smith flush in the nuts!!!! He does down with a broken whimper. Mya appears out of nowhere and jumps on Brytain’s back, choking her with a tight sleeper. Brytain throws their bodies back against the corner of a large road case crushing Mya and freeing herself from the hold. Brytain knocks a ladder over on top of them and takes her leave. Mya starts after her, but Smith grabs Mya's arm and drags her off in a different direction. Cut to the announce team.

SS: The attack by S&M…

DM: Are you kidding?? That wasn’t much of an attack at all! Brytain got information out of Smith and then dropped him with a shot to the jewels! She flattened Mya to boot! The champ has S&M’s number. Smith can’t beat Brytain.

SS: Well, he seems to think he can, putting his Broadcast Division career on the line! If he doesn’t beat Brytain Montgomery at Anarchy, he will never have another shot at the PCW Broadcast Championship ever again!!

DM: I disagree on Smith beating Brytain, but it will be interesting if he does indeed lose!

SS: IF he loses, he moves up! Simple as that!

Once Desiree and Saint are done talking about what just transpired backstage. "Puppets on a String (with lyrics)" by Dale Oliver hits and the crowd goes to huge boos as Reyna Carter and Angelina Williams walk out from the back. Reyna has a pink Mi Pi Sexy t-shirt over her in-ring attire with the European Canadian-Championship on her left shoulder and her half of the Mean Girls titles on the other, while Angelina Williams is standing there in a black dress with matching heels and her half of the Mean Girls titles on her left shoulder while she holds the Ugly Stick with her right hand and behind them is Derek Saunders who has the PCW World Tag Team Championship belts on both shoulders.

DM: I'm going to be sick!

SS: Quiet, its the greatest entrance in all of professional wrestling!

DM: Did you tell me to be quiet, fat ass?

SS: ......no!

The three of them begin their walk down the ramp in arrogant like fashion as the crowd's boos are only getting louder. They mockingly wave to the crowd before stepping on the steps and get into the ring. Reyna and Angelina sit down on specialized red and gold thrones and Derek hands them their specialized pink microphones.

Reyna Carter: Hello peasants. Now sit your fat gross selves down and take in all of the glamour that is in front of you.

The crowd boos very loudly and Reyna smirks before continuing.

Reyna Carter: It feels great to be the Mean Girls Champions. Am I right?

Angelina Williams: Yes you are right! We're both always right! But it seems that those two fugly bitches don't think so!

Reyna Carter: Like seriously, those reckless barbarians think they can scare us by choosing our rematch to be a brutal environment of their choosing. Pssh, they're nothing. They don't scare us.

Angelina Wlliams: We aren't scared of any Danielle Lopez lackeys! Just because we're pretty faces it doesn't mean we're one dimensional and easy to intimidate.

Reyna Carter: Besides, we have an extra incentive to want to hurt them. They took out our manager Kelly Hampton in barbarian like fashion. It was disgusting, it was traumatizing. Kelly Hampton should be standing along with us looking glamorous, not be stuck in a bloody hospital bed in a neckbrace. And who do we have to blame for that?

Derek Saunders: Those stupid lesbian barbarians.

Reyna Carter: Exactly. Now I don't know about you girls, but I don't want to waste anymore time. Barbarians, bring your stupid ugly selves out here.

Reyna lays the pink microphone down beside her and Mi Pi Sexy waits until "Never Enough" by Five Finger Death Punch hits and the crowd goes wild as Mariah Lopez and Rachel Robinson walk out from behind the curtain with Mariah carrying a microphone. The music quickly dies out and Mariah speaks.

Mariah Lopez: OH EM GEE! Will you please shut the hell up!

The crowd cheers.

Mariah Lopez: I mean Jesus Christ, all you ever do is yammer about this and yammer about that. Frig, it's annoying. We get it though, you guys are all butthurt about your girl Kelly Hampton being taken out by Rach and I.

Mariah says with a smirk on her face.

Mariah Lopez: Not like the bitch didn't have it coming to her though. She did hit Rachel with a portrait you idiots brought out here, and in kind - we responded by laying her ass out with the Lethal Breakdown.

The crowd cheers again.

Angelina Williams: Mariah shut the fuck up! You're such a dumb ho and I'm sick and tired of you Lopez brats thinking you run this show!

Mariah Lopez: Angie, Angie, Angie. What insults haven't I heard throughout my years of existence? Rachel and I have heard it all, but by the tone of your voice, it sounds like you, little miss tea and crumpets and the ugliest man ever, wants a fight. Now Lethalities, if you want to see Rachel and I kick the crap out of Mi Pi Sexy, cheer yourselves off as loud as you can.

The crowd starts cheering as they want to see Mi Pi Sexy and The Princesses of Lethality get it on again.

Mariah Lopez: Sounds like the people have spoken. Time to kick your asses.

Mariah and Rachel drop their microphones and rush to the ring. They both spear Reyna and Angelina down to the mat as Derek Jacobs goes to the outside of the ring and grabs two steel chairs. The Princesses of Lethality and Mi Pi Sexy are brawling with each other and the fans are going nuts.

DM: Look at them go! The tension is there and they are in for a fight!

SS: Come on Reyna and Angelina! Take down these two lesbians!

Mariah and Rachel are looking to get the upperhand over Reyna and Angelina. Derek slides into the ring - and he CRACKS Rachel in the back with the chair and she stumbles forward. This gives Angelina enough time to recover and she hits Rachel with the Flawless Bitch.

DM: DAMMIT! Just as Mariah and Rachel had control, Derek Saunders intervened and Angelina capitalizes with the Flawless Bitch!

SS: The name of the move is what Angelina Williams is! She's a bitch who is flawless! I like that about her!

With Rachel now out of the equation, Angelina and Derek focus on Mariah who is getting the upperhand over Reyna. Mariah has Reyna staggering - but Angelina hits a lariat to the back of Mariah's neck and she drops down to the mat.

SS: AHAHAHAHA! This is awesome! Fuck Team Lethality!

DM: Shut up, Taint!

Angelina and Derek pick up the chair and they take turns jabbing it into Mariah's neck. Reyna gets up and joins in as she stomps on the head and neck of Mariah Lopez. Angelina and Derek now drag Mariah to the center of the ring. Derek lays his chair down and then lays Mariah face down on it. Angelina smirks and raises her chair up - and DROPS IT DOWN ONTO MARIAH'S HEAD!

DM: OH MY GOD! CON-CHAIR-TO! They have CRUSHED Mariah's head!

SS: YES! This is officially awesome! I love it!

Angelina smiles and hands Derek the chair. Derek walks over to where Angelina was, raises the chair - AND HITS A SECOND CON-CHAIR-TO to Mariah Lopez! Derek thinks about dropping the chair, but Reyna says "give me the bloody thing". Derek complies and now it's Reyna's turn. Reyna looks at the crowd who are booing very loudly. She raises the chair up and starts teasing that she won't hit Mariah with the Con-chair-to.

SS: Come on, Reyna! HIT THE BITCH!

DM: Maybe she has actually grown some human skills and maybe feels remorse!

Reyna teases it again, and once she has everybody convinced she won't do it, she raises the chair up - AND HITS A THIRD CON-CHAIR-TO to Mariah Lopez before dropping the chair down and the crowd is booing very loudly at the display they just saw.

DM: DAMMIT! Mariah has been crushed THREE TIMES with the Con-chair-to!

SS: Serves those bitches right! They never should have touched Kelly Hampton!

Reyna, Angelina and Derek look down at Mariah and Rachel and they smile. Reyna picks up the pink microphone again.

Reyna Carter: Mariah, Rachel. You two reckless idiots are not to be fears. We at Mi Pi Sexy will be prepared for whatever feeble attempts you have of taking our Mean Girls Titles. Twenty eight days, you bitches WILL fall to Royalty.

Angelina Williams: And that's real talk! Now hit our music.

"Puppets on a String (with lyrics)" by Dale Oliver hits again and Derek hands Reyna and Angelina their titles and they along with Derek raise all of the titles they have while their foot is on the broken bodies of Mariah Lopez and Rachel Robinson and the crowd comes unglued by hurling an obscene amount of boos towards the three members of Mi Pi Sexy.

SS: My fandom of Mi Pi Sexy has risen, if that were even possible! They beat the shit out of Team Lethality's lesbians!

DM: Oh they've proven they're big and bad alright, with fucking steel chairs and a three on two attack!

SS: They did that to Kelly Hampton two weeks ago!

DM: Actually, Kelly involved herself and got what was coming to her! This was just premeditated!

SS: But it eliminates the barbarian lesbians from the equation!

DM: I seriously doubt it, Taint! We're going to take another commercial break! We'll be back with more after these messages!

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

[Papi El Sueno]

SS: We're back fans....

Voice: Stop the show folks. I have something I need to do.

Stepping out onto the stage dressed in his Elite t-shirt and tattered jeans is Curtis Wilkes to a somewhat mixed reaction from the capacity crowd in the arena. He walks down the ramp with little to no expression on his face. He slides into the ring and stands into the middle of the ring with the crowd somewhat confused by his appearance.

Curtis: Now I know that this is a little confusing to some of the fans out there who have an IQ lower than seventy five percent. Which is probably about three quarters of you hicks and drunks in this arena.

The crowd boos at this jibe directed at them. Curtis goes on ignoring the reaction.

Curtis: I want to take this opportunity to apologize to a man who I interrupted on the last show. I admit that it was not my place to come out and interrupt his tirade against me. As he has the right to bag me out at any stage if he wants to. That’s what the United States is all about. Jerry Matthews I know you’re out in the backstage area and I promise that all I want to do is talk. If you want, I can get security to make sure I don’t do anything to you. So come out here and I’ll apologize to you personally.

"Long Black Train" by Josh Turner begins to blare throughout the arena, heralding the entrance of PCW’s resident chaplain, the Reverend Jerry Matthews, well-dressed in a white cotton suit. He steps out onto the stage, taking in the boos from the crowd. He stops at the top of the ramp, and stares questioningly at the Australian Pyscho, contemplating whether or not to call the bluff. After a few moments, he acquiesces and begins to make his way down to the ring. He slides in under the bottom rope and flashes Curtis a look of contempt. He then climbs the nearest turnbuckle and raises both of his arms to form his body into the shape of a cross. The crowd continues to boo.

Curtis: Jerry, I personally want to apologize to you. Face to face. Because I actually respect you. I think you’re one hell of an athlete. A man with the highest integrity. You are the longest reigning Platinum champion in PCW’s history, a feat I can only dream of doing. In a way I’m actually jealous, I’m jealous of what you have accomplished. But don’t get confused as to why I’m somewhat annoyed at you. It’s not the fact that I am pissed off that you are handed opportunity after opportunity ahead of me. That’s not your fault and I shouldn’t be pissed at you for that. The one thing however that really pisses me off about you is you coming out and spreading bullshit about a fictional character named God.

The good Reverend flares his nostrils at the Aussie Psycho, clearly demonstrating his offense to the statement. Curtis notices this and continues.

Curtis: Jerry, you seem disappointed that this conversation has gone down this road. Did you really think I would apologize to you about my words about God? Jerry. When I was in high school, an incident happened in my life that changed my view about God. One that made me hate him and despise those who follow him. And I am sick of your fanatics telling me that I am going to hell for not following your beliefs. I thought God respected everyone’s beliefs, including my belief in Atheism. Yet, you tell me that’s wrong. Like you’re the right hand man of God himself. Listen Jerry. I respect your beliefs and you should respect mine. I will say this. Last Rapture’s incident, I am willing to let it slide on the basis that your tighty whiteys were a little too tight. You ever call me out like you did, I will hurt you badly. Now I’m going to give you the floor to respond, to forgive me and we will bury the hatchet right here.

Curtis goes to hand the microphone to the pastor, and Matthews is all too quick to snatch it away. He looks Curtis up and down one more time before making his reply.

Jerry Matthews: How dare you, Curtis! How dare you have the gall to call me out here, demean everything I’ve dedicated my life to, and then demand that I apologize for being strung up too tight because you’re willing to let bygones be bygones. If you really think that way, I see why they call you the Aussie Psycho!!

Curtis seems shocked by the accusation. Nevertheless, Matthews continues.

Jerry Matthews: You see, Curtis, there was nothing wrong with my state of mind last week. I knew exactly what I was doing when I went out to that ring and called you out. People refer to you as a legend, and why shouldn’t they? You’ve made a laundry list of any major feat there is to accomplish here in Premium Championship Wrestling, and you were rightfully placed in the Hall of Fame. Some have even come to idolize you, worship the ground you walk on for all of your exploits in this ring. They see Curtis Wilkes, the “Aussie Psycho.” The hot-tempered foreign ass kicker with the ‘I’m better than you’ attitude they’ve come to know and love so much. But, do you know what I see when I look at you, Curtis?

Matthews pauses to gather his thoughts, and perhaps in an attempt to frustrate Wilkes.

SS: I know what he sees! He sees ELITE!

DM: Ass kissing at its finest, Taint!

Jerry Matthews: I see nothing more than a godless piece of shit, someone foolish enough to subscribe to the views of evolution and rationalism. Someone who, through no higher authority, ekes out punishment for his own enjoyment, your own brand of vigilante justice. Curtis, you see, there is only one final judge, jury and executioner, and He is the one whose name you choose to spurn. But, no longer will the Father idle by and let you blaspheme so greatly without respite. He gave you endless chances to experience the greatness of his love, and still your heart remained shuttered, as if it was cast of iron. For that unwillingness, your time has come. At Anarchy.

Curtis snatches back the microphone and looks at Jerry Matthews with a bit of a smirk on his face as he feigns fear.

SS: This is getting good!

Curtis: Oooo. The big bad God in the sky is going to get me. You know Jerry. I like this new you. There is more fire in that belly of yours. You hate me for being Atheist. For my views on religion that doesn't affect you at all. Why so angry? Is it because even with the power of God, you can't hold my jockstrap on my worst day? I didn't need his help and I don't need your faith either to get ahead. I am an Atheist and I am proud of it. I know I am going to burn in hell. But at least I'll meet my friends there. Now I can see in your eyes that are burning a hole through me. That you want to fight me. So how about you prove to me that God is superior to me.

Curtis goes nose to nose with Jerry Matthews. Both men are seething at the sight of each other.

Curtis: Next edition of Rapture. Why don't you bring a sheep from your parish and prove yourself against the only true higher power in this world. The Elite. Prove to me your superior. So what you say Jerry? Do you have the balls?

Matthews slowly reaches for the microphone, and Curtis acquiesces.

Jerry Matthews: Anything to teach a heathen like you a lesson, Curtis. And don’t worry, I’ll be prepared.

The good Reverend backs away from Curtis a few inches before extending his hand out slowly. Without much hesitation, Curtis returns the gesture, sealing the deal.

SS: There's the handshake! It is on in two weeks!

DM: You can sure as hell cut the tension with a knife though!

As soon as the handshake ends, Curtis turns his back on Matthews and goes to leave the ring. While doing so, he is unable to notice that Deacon Jeremiah has come out from under the ring apron, wielding a steel chair. The Deacon quickly slides in the ring and fiercely swings the chair at Wilkes, cleanly connecting with a shot across his back. The staccato from the chair shot echoes throughout the arena. Curtis clutches his back in pain and drops to his knees, while Jerry begins to nod his head in approval as the crowd begins to boo.

DM: Deacon Jeremiah smashed the chair over Curtis's back and Matthews obviously approves of it!

SS: I'm torn! I love Matthews, but Curtis is my boy! I don't know if I want to watch!

Matthews begins to direct traffic as the Deacon begins to rain down stomps across Wilkes’s back. After thoroughly attempting to stomp a mudhole into the Aussie Psycho, the Deacon stops and picks up Curtis. Wilkes is still heavily favoring his back, and is unable to resist the Deacon’s efforts to drag him into the center of the ring. Matthews, meanwhile, has perched himself on the top rope. He finds his balance and forms his body into the shape of a cross, taunting both his fallen adversary and the packed house.

DM: What the hell does he have in mind?

SS: I have no earthly idea!

Matthews then leaps off the turnbuckle, and delivers a massive flying headbutt to Curtis. The good Reverend gets up, shaking in anger, and grabs the fallen microphone.

Jerry Matthews: Curtis, in two weeks, the Deacon and I will make sure that the Elite experiences a fatal fall from grace. The Word of the Lord, Thanks Be to God.

Matthews drops the mic, and motions to the Deacon. The divine duo exit the ring and slowly head up the entrance ramp, being sure not to stop and jaw at any of the livid fans in the front row. Once they reach the top of the ramp, both Matthews and Jeremiah make the sign of the cross and then turn and head backstage while Curtis begins to stir in the ring.

DM: Jerry Matthews and Deacon Jeremiah have put a number on Curtis and they left him laying here!

SS: Neither of them are push overs! They have proven that time after time again! Of course, Curtis isn't one either and he and Yoshiru are going to be prepared for the match against Matthews and Jeremiah in two weeks time!

DM: I have no doubt they will be prepared, but they better not overlook them like they tend to do sometimes!

SS: The Elite never overlooks people!

DM: I disagree with that! We're going to take it to our next match up of the night!

Cut to the ring.

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

The crowd cheers.

Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!

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

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

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

Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!

"Womanizer" by Britney Spears hits the PA system and the crowd cheers as Aurora walks out rocking out as she makes her way to the ring while Alexis Knight walks behind her.

Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, being accompanied by Alexis Knight, from Erie, Pennsylvania... AURORA ROSE!!!

Aurora and Alexis walk down the ramp together and Aurora slaps hands with the fans a few times. They reach the end of the ramp and they talk strategy. Aurora nods at Alexis' words of encouragement before sliding under the ropes and giving the rock signal to the camera.

*DING DING DING!*

DM: And here we go! Both opponents circling each other carefully, Blair challenges Aurora to a test of strength! Aurora not one for backing down... accepts!

SS: Is she serious!? That's about a 150 pound weight disadvantage she's at! No way in hell she's winning this one!

DM: Blair taking the advantage… he lifts Aurora in the air… MILITARY PRESS DROP!

SS: Ouch! That fall’s GOTTA hurt!

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

SS: But Blair back to his feet once more! Aurora charging at him, she’s going for a Hurricanrana… NO! SPINEBUSTER BY BLAIR AND AURORA IS DOWN! HOLY SHIT! What an impact!

DM: Blair with the cover!

1!

…

2!

…

NO! Aurora kicks out!

SS: That Spinebuster could have crushed her!

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

SS: Damn! That's not fair to Blair!

DM: Blair pushes Aurora away in an Irish whip, and she gets propelled to the ropes, Blair going for a clothesline… NO! Aurora once again ducks and bounces off the other side of the ring… Tornado DDT! Blair is down! This might be Aurora’s chance! Seated Senton splash for good measure, and it’s now her who has the pin attempt!

SS: This is SO not fair to Blair!

1!

…

2!

…

NO! Blair kicks out!

SS: YES!!! GO RULER!!!

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

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

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

SS: ENZUIGIRI BY Blair! A savage hit to Aurora! Right to Aurora’s face! Aurora drops down and Blair rolls her up for the pin!

1!

…

2!

…

NO! Aurora gets her shoulder up!

SS: WHAT!?

DM: What a warrior Aurora Rose is!

SS: That's not fair to Blair! It should have been a three count!

DM: Judging by his reaction, Blair would agree with you as he is beside himself! He lifts his arm to the air and paces around the ring, while Aurora is struggling to get back to her feet… and he grabs her neck again!

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

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

SS: That's DEFINITELY NOT FAIR TO BLAIR!

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

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

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

The crowd starts chanting "PC-DUB!"

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

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

DM: Aurora showing signs of life now, both opponents back on their feet! Intensity to its greatest we have witnessed! And it looks like neither of them has too much left in the tank! Here’s another lock-up! Aurora and Blair going back and forth, Aurora goes for an Irish Whip... NO! REVERSAL BY BLAIR!

SS: Aurora bouncing off the ropes... BLAIRKICK! DAMN! THIS ONE'S GOTTA BE OVER!

DM: And that's a damn shame, but Blair showing that he still has it!

ONE!

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TWO!

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THREE!

*DING DING DING!*

Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... "THE RULER"... PAUL BLAIR!!!

The BlairVision Theme hits and the crowd boos as Paul Blair and Israel Steele celebrate Blair's victory.

DM: Aurora put up a great fight, but "The Ruler" emerges victorious!

SS: Because Paul Blair still has it! It's totally fair to Blair!

DM: -sigh- How much dick sucking are you going to give to Blairski? We all know you like to blow!

SS: I DO NOT!

DM: Shut up, Taint!

Blair and Izzy stand across the ring and begin to approach Aurora, but Alexis Knight gets in the ring and stands in front of them, protecting her girlfriend.

DM: Good Alexis! Take a stand and protect Aurora!

SS: She should be on her hands and knees doing anything Blair and Izzy want!

DM: You're repulsive, Taint! Matter of act, just shut the fuck up altogether!

Alexis stands face to face with Izzy and says some words to him. Izzy just stands there and smiles before taking a few steps back.

SS: What the hell is Izzy doing?

DM: He's the more compassionate one of the two!

SS: I knew he was always an idiot! Can't trust him!

Izzy stands back and this gives Alexis some security. But as she turns around... Blair from out of nowhere, drills her in the jaw with the Blairkick and the crowd boos loudly as Alexis drops down to the ground.

DM: OH COME ON! That was uncalled for!

SS: HAHA! I loved how Izzy completely played that to perfection, only for Blair to deliver that Blairkick!

Izzy grabs a can of spraypaint and tosses it to his brother Paul. Blair shakes up the can and Izzy drags both Aurora and Alexis in the center of the ring. He turns them over and Blair begins to spray "V.O.W." on both of their backs in black. Once he's done, he and Izzy raise each others arms in the air and the crowd boos loudly.

DM: Sickening! Absolutely sickening display this is!

SS: The Anonymous Kickaholics sent a message, plain and simple!

DM: This is highly disgraceful! As a woman, I am appalled by all of this!

SS: Well this is how they roll and we just have to deal with it!

DM: The hell with you and them with your outdated ways! We're going to take a break! We'll be back with more Rapture after these messages!

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

[Papi El Sueno]

"I Don't Care" by Apocalyptica feat. Adam Gontier hits and the arena explodes with cheers as Mariella Lopez, Melanie Ramirez, Katie Chason, Alexis Landry and Jenna Martin are on the stage together. They are joined by Jimmy Gambino and Michelle Ryder. They all stand on the ramp and look at the fans who are cheering for them.

DM: Here's Fatality Inc, and if you're wondering why they're being cheered, look no further than their actions in JPW and our developmental program Pride Wrestling, the latter which Fatality Inc has been getting into it with Toxic!

SS: This group used to be so cool, but now they're all buddy-buddy with Team Lethality!

DM: We're on good terms with them yes! Some of us are a little wary of them while some are very good friends with them, but we're in no way shape or form aligned! Fatality Inc is basically the same, just with cheers instead of boos!

They all walk down the ramp and Mariella nods her head in acknowledgement to the fans while Melanie, Alexis, Jenna and Katie slap hands with them. They all get in the ring and Mariella is handed a microphone from a stagehand. They all stand in the ring together. After a few seconds, Mariella begins to speak.

Mariella Lopez: Well, we are back on Premium Championship Wrestling television like I said we would. And you might be wondering just why are we here and what do we have to say about Morgan Simmons?

Mariella pauses and the crowd cheers for them.

Mariella Lopez: Rest assured guys, we will be speaking and quite frankly, Morgan's not going to like it but we don't give a shit either way you look at it. Now two weeks ago, Morgan's dirty tactics were exposed to the world by my cousin Danielle Lopez. Knowing the contents that were brought to the public eye, it doesn't surprise me one bit because Morgan is a low down, dirty snake who deserves all the backlash that has come her way and she knows deep down, that it is... the fucking truth.

Mariella looks into the camera with anger in her eyes before continuing.

Mariella Lopez: It's no secret that all of us at Fatality Inc were once members of her "glorious" Toxic group, and I say that with the highest of unfortunance. But yes, we were apart of that shitty group and yes, it was really really bad.

Mariella passes the microphone to Alexis Landry and for the first time in over a year, the PCW crowd gives her a positive reception.

Alexis Landry: Being in Toxic ranks right up there with being on drugs and my biggest regret in the relationship department, but like those things I just mentioned, I hated being in Toxic just a little more. They promised me everything under the sun, but what I got from you, you might as well have poured salt on the wounds and give me a fucking gift basket for Christ sakes.

Alexis sighs for a moment before continuing.

Alexis Landry: In my tenure in Toxic, that's when my downward spiral began. I started doing drugs, I was making bad choices on who to be with. Hell, the people I was associating myself with were of poor choices. Fatality Inc is the only group who cared. Toxic never gave a damn about my well being and it showed when earlier this year, Morgan not only kicked me out of Toxic and got me released from PCW itself. She did everything she could to break me down both physically and emotionally.

Alexis hangs her head for a moment. She raises it back up and speaks again.

Alexis Landry: What she failed to realize is that I was eventually going to rise back up, and thanks to the support of Fatality Inc, and especially the love of my life Katie Chason, I was not going to stay down. I beat my demons, I am now making better choices, I have a family, a REAL family who cares about me and who loves me for who I am as a person, and they would NEVER use me like a piece of meat. And in the process, I'm making friends and making amends with those I had wronged. I'm not all the way there yet and it's understandable as I have two people still on the redeem list, but facts are Morgan, I have come out of this stronger than ever and you CANNOT bring me down EVER again.

Alexis passes the microphone to Katie Chason who begins to speak.

Katie Chason: Okay. I'm just going to be honest. I never did like Morgan at all. In fact. I always hated her, and thought she was the biggest bitch in the world, and that says something considering I wasn't exactly a nice person. I have done AND said some bad things in my life, but Morgan is the most evil bitch anyone could ever meet. The only reason I even joined Toxic was because Mariella and Melanie joined! and that's all I have to say!

Katie now passes the microphone to Jenna Martin, who gets a few cat calls from the lame fans in attendance.

Jenna Martin: Abandonment. That's what I feel when it comes to them. Like Alexis, I joined because Morgan promised every damn thing in the world, and I didn't get shit out of it. Hell, upon joining, do you want to know how the initiation process was? Well it wasn't pleasant. I got the tar beaten out of me just so I could prove I could hang with those people. A lot of lashes to my back. It was horrible, and that's not counting the face of how many times I was left out there in the ring to get my ass kicked because Morgan was a scared little cunt. Yes, I said it, Morgan Simmons is a fucking cunt. The very sight of her pisses me off and I hope she burns and burns badly.

Jenna has the look of anger on her face and promptly gives Michelle Ryder the microphone.

Michelle Ryder: Jenna talks about abandonment and that's the feeling I got from Morgan. That and brainwashing. What you all have come to figure out is how good Morgan is with words. She's that good, she convinces others to follow her lead. You can name a number of former Toxic members who were convinced. Like J.T. Banks, a well accomplished wrestler in his own right, yet Morgan convinced him for a time that his real friends all turned on him. Luckily for J.T. Banks, he got out of Toxic unscathed and he got forgiveness from his true friends.

When it comes to the case of myself. Morgan abandoned me and left me for dead. She's done it a few times actually. She's done it in Pride to the point where I had enough. This made me join that horrible group the Anti-American Movement because I felt sorry for that son of a bitch Gishiro Tensai but it's not about the AAM at the moment. I'll tell you how I got initiated into that shit group. I was beaten down with a crowbar. Beaten down and bloodied just as an "endurance" test just so I can prove my toughness and commitment to the fucking group.

And the fucked up part of it was that my own brother, the head chief of this bowl of fruits and nuts, was laughing at how beaten and battered I was, like he enjoyed it, and I'm his flesh and blood, maybe with different mother's, but Terrell and I are still fucking blood, but fuck that fucking douche bag. He can eat a bag of fried dicks for all I care. Same with Morgan Simmons and the rest of Toxic. Fatality Inc is my family. They care about me and really, that's what I really want in this fucked up place we called Earth.

Michelle passes the microphone to Melanie Ramirez, who looks visibly shaken up.

Melanie Ramirez: Morgan employed the most heinous act towards me. One that... it's hard for me to really explain this.

Jimmy Gambino wraps his arm around Melanie.

Jimmy Gambino: Let it out, baby. It's okay, we're here with you.

Melanie wipes the tears from her eyes before taking a deep breath and continues on.

Melanie Ramirez: Morgan Simmons employed the most heinous act one can do to a human being. Likewise with Michelle and Jenna, I got my ass beat, but my initiation course was a little more vile. After getting beaten down. She... she... I can't do it!

Melanie passes the microphone to Mariella and she buried herself in Jimmy's shirt. Mariella looks concerned before focusing back to the task at hand.

Mariella Lopez: I can see why it's hard for Mel to really say, but since I was told I can reveal this by Jimmy, I guess I have to. What Mel is trying to say here, is after the beatdown portion of the initiation process, she forced poor Melanie to have a threesome with the Bull and Ape Alliance.

SS: Damn! Bull and Ape hit that?

DM: I find that thought utterly repulsing, and I'm not just talking about the thought of having relations with a member of the Bull and Ape Alliance, no disrespect to them of course!

SS: They still hit it though! Maybe I have a chance!

The crowd itself sits there out of shock and the members of Fatality Inc console Melanie.

Mariella Lopez: Yes, you all heard correct and I am not making this shit up mind you. I wish it were fictional much like Marina Jazmin Rivers Sparks, but it's rather unfortunate and knowing the distraught and the burden Melanie has had to carry around for the last year really pisses me off.

Mariella's face is displaying the fiery Lopez temper that is known around the world of wrestling.

Mariella Lopez: But Morgan, your days going forward are going to be a living nightmare. If we're being totally honest here, it has already gone to shit for you as pretty much the entire PCW roster wants your head served up to them on a silver platter and I can't say I blame them because you are an easily hateable person. Fortunately for everybody who busts their ass for this business and the fans who watch at home - you will be taken out, whether its by us at Fatality Inc, my cousin's group Team Lethality, The Disciples of Syn, whatever plan James Baker has in mind, the group crumbling from within or whatever else is possible. Your time... is coming to an end. Tick, tock Morgan. Tick fucking tock.

"I Don't Care" by Apocalyptica feat. Adam Gontier hits and the members of Fatality Inc leave the ring and start heading to the back to cheers from the crowd.

DM: Fatality Inc has never been one to stay silent of their feelings, and they all told the world just what they think of Morgan Simmons!

SS: They're just jealous! Plain and simple really!

DM: I really doubt that! They broke away and are better off in my opinion! In all events, let's take it to Jimmy Wilkes to get us ready for the next match up of the night!

Cut to the ring.

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

The crowd cheers.

Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!

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

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

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

Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!

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

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

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

*DING! DING! DING!*

The bell rings as Reyna and Charlie begin the match circling around each other. After several moments, the two lock up in the middle of the ring. Reyna transitions in a headlock. Lifting Charlie up, she hits a suplex and goes for a quick pin.

1…..Kickout

Charlie with the quick kick out. He gets back to his feet as they lock up again. This time Charlie wins the lock up and irish whips Reyna against the rope. As she runs back, Charlie leap frogs over her before hitting an arm drag on the rebound. Charlie waits for Reyna to get to her feet before hitting a skull cracking Enzuguri. Not letting up, Charlie spring boards off the ropes and hits a moonsault, then going for a pin.

1….

2….

No, Kickout!

DM: Only a two count!

SS: Come on Reyna! You are England and Canada's Most Glamorous Export, you can do this!

Charlie doesn’t let up the attack as he locks a camel clutch in. Reyna screams in pain as her back is contorted back. Slowly Reyna crawls towards the ropes. Eventually she grabs the bottom rope. The ref tells him to break the hold and starts his count.

1….

2…..

3…..

Charlie let’s go off the hold and backs off. After Reyna gets back to her feet, he once again attacks, He throws Reyna against the ropes, hitting a hurricanerana. Not letting up, Charlie throws Reyna into the corner, running after her and driving an elbow into her face, knocking her into a seat position. Seeing the opening Charlie runs at Reyna driving his crotch right into her face with the Bronco Buster. The crowd cheers wildly at the humiliating move as they count the number of busters.

SS: HEY! That ain't right for these idiots to cheer this!

DM: I disagree! It's funny seeing Reyna in that bad of position!

Finally stopping, Charlie backs up and waits for Reyna to get to her feet. When she does, Charlie leaps at her, locking in the Christo that he calls “It’s a Wrap”! He squeezes the hold as Reyna slowly starts to lose air. The ref asks Reyna if she submits but she doesn’t. Somehow, Reyna gathers enough strength to fall backwards and drive Charlie into the mat with an impromptu Samoan Drop.

SS: YES! Reyna with the Samoan Drop! She's fantastic!

DM: Jesus! Could you be anymore of a fan-boy, Taint? My god, it's horrendous!

She catches her breath as the two wrestlers slowly get to their feet. Reyna looks to Irish whip Charlie, but he counters into one of his own. On the way back, Reyna ducks a clothsline attempt from Charlie before hitting the Disaster Happens! The springboard roundhouse kick almost taking Charlie’s head off! Reyna pins his shoulders.

1….

2….

Kickout!

Charlie got the shoulder up, angering Reyna. She proceeds to sit on Charlie’s chest and unleash punch after punch on Charlie’s face. The ref drags her off before she got DQ’d. She grab’s Charlie by his hair and drags him to his feet, before irish whipping him into the corner. With a running start to attempts a knee to the face, but Charlie ducks out of the way! Take the opening, Charlie hit’s his Kronco Buster! He finishes the move with a sickening Head scissors. Grabbing Reyna’s leg he goes for the pin.

1….

2….

3..NO! Kick out!

Reyna barely gets the shoulder up to break the pin! Charlie is starts to argue with the ref that it was a three count. He turns around and Reyna suddenly hits the Inferiority Complex from out of nowhere! She scoops the leg as the ref starts the count.

1…..

2…..

3!

Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner, Reyna Carter!

Reyna stands victoriously as she is handed her tag team title. Holding it up high, with a look of pure smug, Reyna rolls out of the ring, taunting not only Charlie but the fans in attendance.

DM: Reyna with another victory, this time over a very game Charlie Luzon!

SS: Charlie was just no match for the FLAWLESSNESS of Reyna Carter! This proves that Reyna is indeed awesome!

DM: Charlie deserves the proper credit! He had Reyna beat a few times actually! He shows improvement every single time he competes! There's a reason why he was one of the four wrestlers named to compete for Brian Stryker's future shot at the Broadcast Championship!

SS: I still don't understand why!

DM: Because Charlie has ability, fat ass!

Charlie still lays there on the mat. As he lays there, "Counting Bodies Like Sheep (To The Rhythm of a War Drum)" by A Perfect Circle hits and the crowd boos as Victor Cavanagh comes out rather slowly. He cracks his neck and takes his time walking. He grabs a mic before getting in the ring. He stands over the downed Charlie Luzon, who's slowly starting to stir.

Victor Cavanagh: Let's give a hand for Charlie Luzon.

The crowd cheers.

Victor Cavanagh: Yes, such praise for somebody who couldn't beat a person who was... seven months into the business, and a primary tag team wrestler at that. Such shame.

The crowd's cheers quickly turn to boos, but Victor is ignoring it.

Victor Cavanagh: It has been five long years since I was last in a professional wrestling environment. And I must say, I don't like all the changes, especially with it being littered with people like this out here week after week competing for you all to cheer for.

Victor points down at Charlie who's almost to a vertical base.

Victor Cavanagh: It's pathetic really, but the more I thought about it, the more I figured "what the hell, I'll just eliminate them myself". And that's what I will be doing. From now on, any and all jokers of this industry, and especially PCW, will be eradicated. To show I'm not kidding around, I'll start... now!

As Charlie gets to his feet, still feeling the effects of Reyna Carter's Inferiority Complex, Victor bounces off the ropes and then runs towards Charlie, going for the Sliding forearm smash...

DM: MY GOD! What a Sliding forearm smash to the face of Charlie Luzon!

SS: That was beautiful! Going to give him a Sabretooth smile!

Charlie is down on the mat and Victor looks down at him before looking at the crowd and they boo him loudly. He has the microphone once more.

Victor Cavanagh: There's more where that came from PCW!

"Counting Bodies Like Sheep (To The Rhythm of a War Drum)" hits once more and the crowd boos loudly as Victor looks down at Charlie Luzon with no emotion on his face. After a moment, he gets out of the ring and the PCW ringside personnel check on him.

DM: Victor Cavanagh made an impact in his first night here!

SS: This guy is going to be BIG! He's going to attack whoever the fuck he wants to attack! Bottom line!

DM: You might be right, but knowing what we have seen from Charlie! He's going to want payback in his own way!

SS: And he can bring it, but he has to prepare for Victor to take his head off again!

DM: We'll see if that comes to fruition or not! Right now, it's break time! We'll be back with more Rapture after this!

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

[Papi El Sueno]

Back from the break and the scene opens up in the interview section where Monica Garcia is standing with a microphone that has the signature yellow PCW logo on it.

Monica Garcia: Ladies and gentlemen! I am standing by with "The Lethal Latina", Danielle Lopez!

The camera pans to Danielle Lopez, who is wearing her Team Lethality hoodie over a Team Lethality t-shirt, light blue tattered skinnies and black heels while holding the spiked baseball bat in her hands.

Monica Garcia: First, thanks for being here and how are you preparing for your rematch at Anarchy?

Danielle Lopez: Thank you as always, and as for how I'm preparing? You cannot fathom what is to come when there is a violent match up on display, you just have to be ready for anything to happen and when it comes to the world of wrestling, that saying definitely rings true.

Monica Garcia: How much are you looking forward to the stipulation of your rematch with Syn at Anarchy?

Danielle Lopez: On a scale of one to ten, it's at a ten. I'm definitely looking forward to the match that Syn wants to have at Anarchy. I truly am because I really don't care what type of hellacious match I have to be a part of, because I am willing to go through hell to get back what is mine, and that's the PCW World Heavyweight Championship.

Monica Garcia: That hell could be anything though, even a match with barbed wire in it!

Danielle Lopez: Most definitely - and I'm willing to go through it. Hell, I remember tweeting about how PCW should have a Barbed Wire Cell match. So if I'm tweeting about that, what brutal match wouldn't I volunteer myself for to get back what honestly should still be mine to begin with?

Monica Garcia: You have a point. You have stated your opinion about Morgan Simmons not allowing you to compete until Anarchy. How are you going to deal with this?

Danielle Lopez: Kicking ass and taking names. I don't give a damn about Morgan's ruling. I know she did this to piss me off, and while in theory its a decent idea - in practice, it's a completely different ball game, and as they always say about latina's - DO NOT piss us off!

Monica Garcia: To sum it all up, you're angry.

Danielle Lopez: Damn right, but instead of whining and moaning about it like some people would normally do, I'm going to do something about it and it will start tonight.

Monica Garcia: Have anything particular in mind?

Danielle Lopez: [smirks] I'm a woman who never reveals the entirety of her plans, but it may or may not involve some bloodshed. Stay tuned.

Danielle puts her hood up and walks away as we fade back to ringside where Jimmy Wilkes is ready to announce the competitors of our next match up.

Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest 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 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 lights in the arena go out as the crowd sits in silence. "Comfortable Liar" by Chevelle erupts in the arena as the crowd retaliates with overwhelming boos. Yoshiru Long makes his way out to the stage, still shrouded in darkness. Yoshiru drops down to one knee and lowers his head to a chorus of boos from the crowd. As the lyrics begin, Yoshiru quickly flips his head back and extends his arms. A wall of flames erupt in front of him. As the flames die down, the lights return with a golden tint.

Jimmy Wilkes: On his way to the ring, from Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 245 pounds. He is a member of The Elite as well as the PCW Hall of Fame... YOSHIRU LONG!!!

Yoshiru rises to his feet as he makes his way down the aisle, stopping halfway to look around at the booing fans. Yoshiru enters the ring by way of the steps. He climbs on to the middle rope, taunts the crowd for a moment more, then extends his arms out to each side, posing for the crowd once again. After a few moments, Yoshiru hops down from the middle rope and quickly turns his attention to the stage as his music dies out.

*DING! DING! DING!*

The match begins, and Reaper and Yoshiru lock up. Yoshiru gets the upperhand by delivering a kick to the midsection, and locking in a side head lock. Reaper refuses to give up, so Yoshiru puts more pressure on the hold, but Reaper still refuses to give up, backs Yoshiru into the ropes, and sends him into the ropes on the other side of the ring. Yoshiru runs back at Reaper, and Reaper catches him with a kick to the head, he then lifts Yoshiru to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a half nelson suplex before turning Yoshiru over, and locking in the Crossface! Yoshiru refuses to give up, so Reaper puts more pressure on the hold, but Yoshiru still refuses to give up, so Reaper puts even more pressure on the hold, but Yoshiru 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. Reaper gives Yoshiru a clean break, lifts him to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and connects with a belly to belly suplex, he then lifts Yoshiru back to his feet, and connects with a backbreaker before locking in a cross armbar. Yoshiru refuses to give up, so Reaper puts more pressure on the hold, but Yoshiru still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottum rope. Reaper gives Yoshiru a clean break, lifts him to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before turning Yoshiru over, kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. He connects with about twelve punches, he then lifts Yoshiru to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before lifting Yoshiru back to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a Butterfly suplex, he then waits for Yoshiru to get to his feet. Yoshiru eventually gets to his feet, and Reaper runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody before delivering stomps to the left leg. He connnects with about seven stomps, he then locks in a single leg Boston Crab. Yoshiru refuses to give up, so Reaper puts more pressure on the hold, but Yoshiru still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. Reaper gives Yoshiru a clean break, drags him to the middle of the ring, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with the Sitdown Powerbomb followed into a pin attempt!

DM: Reaper hits the SItdown Powerbomb! Now he goes for the pin!

SS: Come on, Yosh! You can kick out of that!

ONE!!!

TWO!!! *kickout*

DM: Kickout at two.

SS: YES!!! Yosh is going to destroy Retard!

DM: Shut up, Taint!

Reaper lifts Yoshiru to his feet, and goes for a scoop slam, but Yoshiru fights out of it, lands on his feet behind Reaper, and connects with a neckbreaker before delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about ten stomps, he then kneels down, and begins delivering punches to the face. He connects with about eight punches before turning Reaper over, and locking in a Camel clutch. Reaper refuses to give up, so Yoshiru puts more pressure on the hold, but Reaper still refuses to give up, and Yoshiru eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then lifts Reaper to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a German suplex before waiting for Reaper to get back to his feet. Reaper eventually gets back to his feet, and Yoshiru runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard hurricanrana, he then locks in a single leg Boston Crab. Reaper refuses to give up, so Yoshiru puts more pressure on the hold, but Reaper 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 Yoshiru refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

FOUR!!!

Yoshiru releases the hold, lifts Reaper to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about eleven stomps, he then kneels down, and begins choking Reaper, forcing the ref to start a five count.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

FOUR!!!

Yoshiru releases the hold, lifts Reaper to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a Russian leg sweep before turning Reaper over, and locking in a armbar. Reaper refuses to give up, so Yoshiru puts more pressure on the hold, but Reaper 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 Yoshiru refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

FOUR!!!

Yoshiru releases the hold, lifts Reaper to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a German suplex, he then waits for Reaper to get back to his feet. Reaper eventually gets back to his feet, and Yoshiru runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard dropkick before locking in a cross armbar. Reaper refuses to give up, so Yoshiru puts more pressure on the hold, but Reaper 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 Yoshiru refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.

SS: This is an amazing strategy by Yoshiru. Retard needs his arms to do probably more than half of his moveset. Break the Retard's arm!

Desiree backhands Taint.

SS: Aggh! What the fuck!?

DM: His name is Reaper!

SS: Whatever! And by the way, don't forget to support Yoshiru Long and "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews in the 2013 King of the Cage Tournament for the EWC!

DM: That's right, Taint! We have two representatives in the tournament and whether you love them or hate them, support them to victory and we at PCW can house the winner of the tournament!

Yoshiru lifts Reaper to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and connects with a suplex, he then lifts Reaper to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before connecting with a knee drop to the face, he then lifts Reaper to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with the Sitout Front Suplex before going for the pin!

SS: Beautiful move by Yoshiru! This match is over!

ONE!!!

TWO!!! *kickout*

DM: It's going to take alot more to put The Reaper away!

SS: Damnit!

Yoshiru locks in a rear chin lock. Reaper refuses to give up, so Yoshiru puts more pressure on the hold, but Reaper still refuses to give up, and eventually fights out of it by delivering elbows to the midsection, he then connects with a scoop powerslam before lifting Yoshiru to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a German suplex, he then lifts Yoshiru back to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connecs with a piledriver before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. He connects with about twelve punches, he then lifts Yoshiru to his feet, and connects with a sidewalk slam before lifting Yoshiru back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a Tiger suplex, he then goes out to the apron, and waits for Yoshiru to get to his feet. Yoshiru eventually gets to his feet, and Reaper springboards off the top rope, and connects with a springboard clothesline before locking in a surfboard stretch. Yoshiru refuses to give up, so Reaper puts more pressure on the hold, but Yoshiru still refuses to give up, and Reaper eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then lifts Yoshiru to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before locking in the Figure 4 leg lock! Yoshiru refuses to give up, so Reaper puts more pressure on the hold, but Yoshiru still refuses to give up, so Reaper puts even more pressure on the hold, but Yoshiru 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. Reaper gives Yoshiru a clean break, lifts him to his feet, and Irish whips him into the ropes on the other side of the ring. Yoshiru runs back at Reaper, and Reaper catches him with the Spinebuster! he then goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for Yoshiru to get back to his feet. Yoshiru eventually gets back to his feet, and Reaper leaps off, and connects with a missile dropkick before lifting Yoshiru to his feet, and connecting with a belly to belly suplex, he then turns Yoshiru over, and locks in a Camel clutch. Yoshiru refuses to give up, so Reaper puts more pressure on the hold, but Yoshiru still refuses to give up, and Reaper eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold before lifting Yoshiru to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a Russian leg sweep, he then lifts Yoshiru back to his feet, and Irish whips him into one of the turnbuckles before running at him, and connecting with a Reaper splash, he then Irish whips him into the turnbuckle on the other side of the ring before running at him, and connecting with another Reaper splash, he then drags Yoshiru to the middle of the ring, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before turning Yoshiru over, and locking in the Crossface! Yoshiru refuses to give up, so Reaper puts more pressure on the hold, but Yoshiru still refuses to give up, so Reaper puts even more pressure on the hold, but Yoshiru 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. Reaper gives Yoshiru a clean break, lifts him to his feet, and Irish whips him into the ropes on the other side of the ring. Yoshiru runs back at Reaper, and Reaper catches him with the Super kick before going for the pin!

DM: YES!!! Reaper caught Yoshiru with the Super kick on the rebound! Could this match be over!

SS: NO!!! Come on, Yosh! Kickout!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*

DM: Damn! Reaper almost had it.

SS: HA! Yeah, but almost don't cut it. Yoshiru is going to beat retard!

DM: Again! His name is REAPER! Get it right, fatass!

Reaper lifts Yoshiru to his feet, gets behind him, and goes for a back suplex, but Yoshiru fights out of it by doing a back flip, and lands on his feet behind Reaper. Reaper turns around, and Yoshiru connects with a enzuigiri, he then waits for Reaper to get to his feet. Reaper eventually gets to his feet, and Yoshiru runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard dropkick before turning Reaper over, and locking in a ground head lock. Reaper refuses to give up, so Yoshiru puts more pressure on the hold, but Reaper 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 Yoshiru refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

FOUR!!!

Yoshiru releases the hold, lifts Reaper to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, gets behind him, and connects with a neckbreaker, he then waits for Reaper to get back to his feet. Reaper eventually gets back to his feet, and Yoshiru connects with a kick to the head before kneeling down, and choking Reaper, forcing the ref to start a five count.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

FOUR!!!

Yoshiru releases the hold, lifts Reaper to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a German suplex, he then lifts Reaper back to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before connecting with stomps to the face. He connects with about ten twelve stomps, he then connects with a knee drop to the face before lifting Reaper to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a Russian leg sweep,he then locks in a cross armbar. Reaper refuses to give up, so Yoshiru puts more pressure on the hold, but Reaper 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 Yoshiru refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

FOUR!!!

Yoshiru releases the hold, lifts Reaper to his feet, and Irish whips him into the ropes on the other side of the ring. Reaper runs back at Yoshiru, and Yoshiru catches him with a spinning wheel kick, he then kneels down, and begins delivering punches to the face. He connects with about ten punches before lifting Reaper to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a German suplex, he then lifts Reaper back to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before turning Reaper over, and locking in a single leg Boston Crab. Reaper refuses to give up, so Yoshiru puts more pressure on the hold, but Reaper 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 Yoshiru refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

FOUR!!!

Yoshiru releases the hold, lifts Reaper to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about nine stomps, he then goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for Reaper to get to his feet. Reaper eventually gets to his feet, and yoshiru leaps off, and connects with a diving axe handle before connecting with a knee drop to the face, he then lifts Reaper to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with the Hammerlock DDT before going for the pin!

SS: Yoshiru with the Hammerlock DDT! I think this match might be over!

DM: We'll see!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*

SS: FUCK!!! Yoshiru almost had it!

DM: Yeah, but what was that you said earlier? Oh right! Almost doesn't count!

SS: ........

Yoshiru lifts Reaper to his feet, and goes for a suplex, but Reaper reverses it into a suplex of his own, he then lifts Yoshiru to his feet, and connects with a backbreaker before lifting Yoshiru back to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a gutwrench suplex, he then waits for Yoshiru to get to his feet. Yoshiru eventually gets to his feet, and Reaper jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Yoshiru gets back to his feet, and Reaper jumps up, and connects with another hurricanrana. Yoshiru gets back to his feet again, and Reaper connects with a clothesline. Yoshiru gets to his feet, and Reaper connects with a enzuigiri before connecting with a elbow drop to the back of the head, he then locks in a ground head lock. Yoshiru refuses to give up, so Reaper puts more pressure on the hold, but Yoshiru still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. Reaper gives Yoshiru a clean break, lifts him to his feet, and Irish whips him into the ropes on the other side of the ring. Yoshiru runs back at Reaper, and Reaper catches him with a dropkick, he then lifts Yoshiru back to his feet, and connects with a scoop powerslam before lifting Yoshiru back to his feet again, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a swinging neckbreaker before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. He connects with about fifteen punches before lifting Yoshiru to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a half nelson suplex, he then lifts Yoshiru back to his feet, and connects with a belly to belly suplex before turning Yoshiru over, and locking in the Ankle lock! Yoshiru refuses to give up, so Reaper puts more pressure on the hold, but Yoshiru still refuses to give up, so Reaper puts even more pressure on the hold, but Yoshiru STILL refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. Reaper gives Yoshiru a clean break, lifts him to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, gets behind him, and connects with a German suplex, he then lifts Yoshiru back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before pandering to the fans!

SS: Oh damnit! Not this stupid move again!

DM: What? One of the greatest signiture moves in wrestling history!? The Reapist's leg drop!?

SS: Uggh!

Reaper runs into the ropes, runs into the ropes on the other side of the ring, runs back at Yoshiru, and connects with the Reapist's leg drop before going for the pin!

DM: Reaper hits the Reapist's leg drop! This match could be over!

SS: FUCK!!! Kickout Yosh! Don't lose to that stupid ass move Retard does!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*

SS: YES!!! Yoshiru kicks out!

DM: Damnit! Reaper came so close!

SS: Yep! but he failed! Why? Because he is retarded! and Yoshiru is Elite! Which means he is better than Reaper and everyone else in Team Lethality!

Desiree punches Taint.

SS: Agghhh! What was that for!?

DM: I gave you a ton of warnings, fatass!

Reaper lifts Yoshiru to his feet, and Irish whips him into one of the turnbuckles before running at him, and going for a Reaper Splash, but Yoshiru moves out of the way, and Reaper crashes into the turnbuckle, he then turns around, holding his midsection in pain, and Yoshiru connects with a spinning wheel kick, he then lifts Reaper to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a German suplex before turning Reaper over, and locking in a Camel clutch. Reaper refuses to give up, so Yoshiru puts more pressure on the hold, but Reaper still refuses to give up, and Yoshiru eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then lifts Reaper 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 locks in a armbar. Reaper refuses to give up, so Yoshiru puts more pressure on the hold, but Reaper 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 Yoshiru refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

FOUR!!!

Yoshiru releases the hold, lifts Reaper to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, gets behind him, and connects with a Russian leg sweep before connecting with a knee drop to the face, he then waits for Reaper to get to his feet. Reaper eventually gets to his feet, and Yoshiru runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard hurricanrana before kneeling down, and choking Reaper, forcing the ref to start a five count.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

FOUR!!!

Yoshiru releases the hold, lifts Reaper to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT, he then begins delivering stomps to the back of the head. He connects with about fifteen stomps before stalking Reaper. Reaper gets to his hands and knees, and Yoshiru runs into the ropes, runs back at Reaper, and connects with a running dropkick to the side of the head, he then turns Reaper over, and locks in a ground head lock. Reaper refuses to give up, so Yoshiru puts more pressure on the hold, but Reaper 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 Yoshiru refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

FOUR!!!

Yoshiru releases the hold, lifts Reaper to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, gets behind him, and connects with a German suplex, he then lifts Reaper back to his feet, and connects with the Backbreaker/Reverse STO Combination before going for the pin!

SS: There's that Backbreaker Reverse STO combination by Yoshiru! This match is over!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*

DM: YES!!! Reaper barely kicks out!

SS: FUCK!!! Stay down you fucking retard!

Yoshiru lifts Reaper to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and goes for a swinging neckbreaker, but Reaper fights out of it, and connects with a German suplex, he then goes to the corner, and signals for Yoshiru to get to his feet!

DM: Reaper's calling for the Black Hole Gore! I think the end is here!

SS: NO!!! Look out, Yoshiru!

Yoshiru eventually gets to his feet, and Reaper runs at him, looking to go for the Black Hole Gore! NO!!! Yoshiru moves out of the way, and Reaper crashes into the turnbuckle, he then comes out of the corner, holding his shoulder in pain, and Yoshiru picks him up and connects with Welcome to Hell before going for the pin!

SS: Hellbringer! This match really is over now! Retard isn't going to kick out of that!

DM: His name is Reaper, idiot! but you might be right.

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

THREE!!!

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

Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... YOSHIRU LONG!!!

Yoshiru celebrates his victory to huge boos from the crowd, leaves the ring, and begins making his way to the backstage area. Once he gets backstage, Reaper gets to his feet, and receives a standing ovation. Meanwhile, Christina Fierce comes out of the crowd, and slides in the ring.

DM: What the hell is she doing here!?

Christina runs at Reaper, but Reaper notices her, and catches her with a big boot, he then lifts her to her feet, and connects with the Chokeslam! Mandy "The Monster" steps out on stage, and begins walking to the ring, not taking her eyes off Reaper. Once she gets to the ring, she steps on the apron, steps over the ropes, and begins brawling with Reaper, but Reaper gets the upperhand, and connects with a belly to belly suplex, he then goes to one of the corners, and signals for Mandy to get to her feet. Mandy eventually gets to her feet, and Reaper runs at her, and connects with the Black Hole Gore!

DM: Black Hole Gore! Reaper hits Mandy with that high impact spear!

SS: FUCK!!! This can't be happening!

DM: Well. It is! and I love it! but it looks like Reaper is about to get more company.

SS: HA! Lets see him fight out of this!

The Metal Head Express come out of the crowd, slide in the ring, and begin attacking Reaper, but Reaper fights them off, and connects with the Reaping Death drop on Kevin Smith! he then connects with the Spinebuster on Joe Grizzly! The Hollywood Glamor Boys then come out of the crowd, slide in the ring, and attack Reaper from behind, they then double Irish whip Reaper into the ropes. Reaper runs back at them, and connects with a double clothesline.

SS: What the fuck!? Retard is fighting off about every member of Toxic! Has he turned into a Super Retard or something!?

Desiree punches Taint.

SS: AGGHHH!!! Why did you do that!?

DM: Because! You won't stop calling him "Retard" when his name is REAPER! Get it right already, you stupid fatass!

Reaper waits for Jesse Wright to get to his feet. Jesse eventually gets to his feet, and Reaper connects with the Super kick! he then lifts Stevie Fabulous to his feet, gets behind him, and goes for the Reaper slam! NO!!! Christina Fierce comes out of nowhere, and connects with a low blow.

DM: Damnit!

SS: HA! I love this! and look! Toxic has more recruits on the way to the ring!

Reaper goes down, holding his groin in pain, and Brittany Kinary and Shawn and Luke Davis come out on stage, and begin running to the ring, once they get to the ring, they get in the ring, and join their fellow Toxic members in beating down Reaper.

DM: FUCK!!! Reaper is at a huge numbers disadvantage! This isn't fair at all!

SS: I love to see Retard get the shit beat out of him!

DM: Shut up, Taint!

Mandy lifts Reaper to his feet, and connects with the Chokeslam! Shawn lifts Reaper back to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with the Synn-Full Ride to Hell! The Hollywood Glamor Boys go out to the apron, and climb separate turnbuckles, they then leap off, and connect with A Fabulous Night! Kevin goes out to the apron, and climbs to the top turnbuckle, Grizzly then lifts Reaper to his feet, gets behind him, and they connect with the Doomsday Devise! Shawn and Luke lift Reaper back to his feet, and Brittany delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with the Stunner!

SS: Retard is getting slaughtered! I love it!

DM: We need some reinforcements and fast!

As Toxic has the upperhand, Talia Skye comes running down the ramp and slides in the ring to make the save, but Toxic attacks her, and beats her down, Christina then lifts Talia to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with the Six Degrees of Hell! The Toxic members go back to beating down Reaper, but fellow Team Lethality members, Crystal Alvarez, Laurie Young, Tom Pendergrass, and TJ Parks come running in the ring.

SS: FUCK!!! Not them!

DM: Justice is here! And not a moment too soon!

Crystal, Laurie, Tom, and TJ slide in the ring, and also attempt to make the save, but the numbers game catches up to them. Mandy connects with the Chokeslam on Tom! Brittany connects with the Stunner on Crystal! Once she's done with Crystal, she hits Laurie with the Stunner as well! and Luke connects with the Synn-Full Ride to Hell on TJ!

SS: HA! So much for Retard's "family" saving his ass! Let the beat down continue!

DM: SHUT THE FUCK UP, TAINT!

Toxic once again goes back to beating down Reaper. Luke lifts Reaper to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with the Burning Tornado! Dana then locks in Begging for Mercy! She eventually releases the hold. Mandy then lifts Reaper to his feet, and connects with the F Five! Christina then locks in the Deadly Curse!

SS: YES!!! Christina has the Deadly Curse locked in on Retard! Oh wait! What's this!? Shit is about to go down I think!

All of a sudden, "Not Listening" by Papa Roach hits the PA system, and the crowd boos loudly as Jay Thunder comes running to the ring along with a ref who is carrying one of Jay's brief cases. Toxic gets out of the ring, and Jay and the ref slide in the ring. The ref hands the brief case to a stagehand, and calls for the bell.

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

Jay lifts Reaper to his feet, and connects with the Thunder Driver before going for the pin!

SS: Thunder Driver! We have a new Platinum champion! FUCK YEAH!!!

DM: THIS IS BULLSHIT!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!

DM: NOT THIS WAY! NOT THIS WAY!

THREE!!!

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

DM: DAMMIT! DAMMIT! DAMMIT!

Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match... and NEW PCW PLATINUM CHAMPION... "THE DARK HORSE"... JAY THUNDER!!!

"Not Listening" by Papa Roach hits and the crowd boos loudly as Morgan Simmons grabs the Platinum Championship and hands it to Jay Thunder who raises it proudly.

SS: WHAT A GREAT MOMENT!

DM: What a god damn shame this is! This isn't right, not by a long shot!

Jay stands tall with Toxic and hugs each and every one of them before grabbing a microphone. Once his music dies out, he begins to speak.

Jay Thunder: I DID IT! And I became the Grand Slam Champion through hard work and perseverance!

The crowd starts chanting "bullshit" at Jay.

Jay Thunder: Four and a half months ago, I officially became a member of the Disciples of Syn and quite honestly, it sucked. But thankfully... thankfully I have found people who I can trust and respect and they will give me that same respect in return.

Jay smirks and looks at his newly won Platinum Championship on his shoulder before continuing.

Jay Thunder: And let me tell you, when I was offered to join Toxic in return of being promised the Platinum Championship, it was a no brainer and not only am I in THE most prestigious group in this company today, but I am also PCW's first Grand Slam Champion. Fuck all of you who said I wouldn't amount to a fucking thing in this business.

The crowd boos extremely loud, but they only intensify as Jay passes the microphone to Morgan Simmons.

Morgan Simmons: Hey retard! Can you hear me loud and clear?

Morgan says in a mocking tone as Jay starts stomping on Reaper while he's down and defenseless.

DM: This is sickening!

Morgan smirks and continues.

Morgan Simmons: I hope you can fully comprehend this because as of this moment. Not only are you NOT the Platinum Champion any longer, thank fucking god. But... you are... FIRED from PCW!

DM: WHAT THE FUCK?! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!

SS: YES! NO MORE RETARD!

The crowd boos even louder than before. Morgan seems unfazed and continues.

Morgan Simmons: No longer will we see this idiot in PCW. He will not be working here any longer. SECURITY! Take this piece of trash out of this great company.

Morgan and Jay kick Reaper out of the ring and he drops to the floor where security helps him up and they escort him out of the arena. The microphone is then given back to Jay who has a smile on his face.

Jay Thunder: Oh this is priceless. We have gotten rid of a plague in this company. Syn can't say he eliminated Reaper, but Morgan and I can. What you have witnessed is the start of a long and fruitful relationship between "The Dark Horse" and Toxic. One that will have me reign as the Platinum Champion for as long as I want this title. PCW, brace yourselves for the reign of Thunder as the Platinum Champion.

"Wherever I May Roam" by Metallica hits and the crowd boos very loudly as all of Toxic stands over Reaper and celebrates with Jay front and center with the PCW Platinum Championship.

DM: I... this isn't right!

SS: What's not to love? Retard's out of PCW and the Platinum Championship has honor again!

DM: Honor my ass! This is as blatant of an abuse of power as I have ever seen! This is fucking bullshit!

SS: She did the right thing and you have to deal with it!

DM: Go fuck yourself!

As the two of them banter some more, we take a commercial break.

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

[Papi El Sueno]

After the break ends, we go backstage where security is escorting Ryan "The Reaper" Robinson out of the arena. They are leading him to the exit, until they are spotted by James Baker and Danielle Lopez, who glance over as they were having a conversation with one another.

James Baker: Yo, what are you guys doing with him?

Security goes to answer, but Reaper slightly lifts his head up and damage aside from what happened at the hands of not just Yoshiru Long, but also Toxic, Reaper looks dejected and distraught over what just happened.

Reaper: Morgan... fired me!

James/Danielle: WHAT?!

Reaper: Yeah. I'm fired, I'm no longer the Platinum Champion and I don't know what to do from this point forward.

The expressions on the faces of the husband and wife duo aren't happy ones, more so in Danielle's as Reaper is one of her better friends around her. But she's staying strong and places her left hand on Reaper's back.

Danielle Lopez: Reaper, we'll figure something out. Just know, I have your back.

Reaper: I know and I appreciate it all the same. You two are family... literally and figuratively.

James Baker: Fuckin' hell, man. Can't believe she did this to ya, man.

Danielle Lopez: This is bullshit. She's fucking insane for doing this. I'm... I'm just in disbelief.

James Baker: Dani, Reaper, I have a plan for this. Reaper, I'll hit you up with this in the next few days.

Reaper: Okay, but what is it exactly?

James Baker: You'll find out then. Lets just say my powers as the special representative of the PCW board will come in handy.

Reaper: Sweet. Looking forward to it.

James Baker: Like with Dani and all of Team Lethality, I have your back too if it helps.

James Baker: Stay strong, homie.

James and Danielle share a group hug with Reaper before security officially escorts him out of the arena. We then head back to ringside where Jimmy Wilkes is ready to announce the competitors of our next contest

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

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

SS: Here’s a guy who went on the airwaves and flat out talked about how people don’t think he can win this match. I’m sure he won’t mind if I go ahead and agree with him.

DM: He’s a big guy. Taller and heavier than his opponent here tonight, but we all know how great a fighter she is.

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

‘Bullet With Butterfly Wings’ hits the speakers and the crowd starts to rumble a little. Cut to a shot of Derek Jacobs waiting in the ring. Cut to the entrance of the unkillable. The lyrics play out.

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

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

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

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

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

As the last few strains of her music dies out, Brytain sits with her back against the ropes and her head tilted in cocky amusement. She gets a sick smirk on her face as she thinks about the match before her.

SS: She’s lookin’ at 9-0, baby. Nothing more exciting than a legit win streak. Like her or not, she’s hot right now.

DM: Anyone can beat anyone on any given…

SS: Shut it. Bell time.

*DING! DING! DING!*

Derek Jacobs and Brytain Montgomery circle each other slowly. The size differential is evident as Jacobs outweighs the hyper-confident Montgomery by more than double her body weight. He charges in for the lockup, but Brytain throws an outside leg kick to keep him at bay. She grins. He scowls. They both square up for the lockup and again she throws a kick to just to fuck with him. She laughs to herself as he gets even more frustrated with her. He rushes in and Brytain sweeps the leg. Pin by Brytain for a one count. Derek kicks out and sweeps Brytain’s leg. Pin for one. She kicks out. They stand. Derek charges and Brytain counters with an arm drag. They get up. Another arm drag. They stand. Brytain throws a dropkick, but Derek just swats it away. He grabs her and whips her off the ropes. She comes back and dives at him with a cross body block. Jacobs catches her and then shows his power by hoisting her up onto his shoulders into the fireman’s carry. Brytain slithers down his back and rolls him up with a sunset flip.

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

NO!!!!

Kickout by Jacobs. He gets up to be met by that dropkick he swatted earlier. He falls out of the ring through the ropes as Brytain stands tall mid-ring and poses a little. Derek throws his hands in the air and then pounds on the ringside barricade. He starts to walk up the entrance ramp as Brytain hops out of the ring and chases after him. He sees her coming on the tron and turns to meet her. They lock up right there on the entrance ramp!

ONE!!!!

DM: Uh… This is an unusual place for a collar and elbow tieup.

TWO!!!!

SS: The referee is still laying down his count, regardless of how odd this situation is.

THREE!!!!

Brytain with the go-behind into the hammerlock. Jacobs reverses it into a hammerlock of his own.

FOUR!!!!

He manoeuvres Montgomery into a standing side headlock. Brytain shoves him off towards the ring, but Derek Jacobs reverses it and sends her slamming into the side of the ring apron!!! There’s no give there, only the metal frame of the ring. Brytain falls to the ringside mat.

FIVE!!!!

Jacobs picks her up and gets her in the slam position. He runs towards the steel ring post and slams her back against it.

SIX!!!!

He backs up and does this a second time, then throwing Brytain with a fall away slam against the retaining wall!!! He looks at the referee and waits for him to count…

SEVEN!!!!

Derek Jacobs climbs back into the ring and watches the Broadcast Champion crawl around on the ringside floor.

EIGHT!!!!

DM: There’s no way he beats Montgomery by count-out here!

SS: The size advantage happens to have come into play here tonight.

DM: Any given Saturday…

NINE:

Brytain Montgomery has taken every bit of the count to recover as she slides in under the bottom rope right before the ten. Derek is right there dropping clubbing forearms across her back. He growls and snarls as he pounds on her back and shoulders. He gets her up in the corner and hits her with a heavy back elbow! He winds up for another big blow! Once again, he hits Brytain with an elbow strike to the head. Cross-corner whip. Brytain hits the buckle. Jacobs is right there with a running corner splash, but Brytain ducks out of the way!! Nobody home! Schoolboy roll-up from behind by Montgomery.

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

NO!!!!

Brytain runs the ropes and comes back with a diving cross chop to the throat of Jacobs. He staggers back. She hits a hurricanrana! Jacobs gets up and gets caught by Brytain with a springboard cutter!! She climbs to the top rope and waits for him to get up. Brytain dives off the top rope with a huge cross body that Derek turns into a powerslam in mid-air! CRASH Brytain’s back hits the mat hard. Jacobs hooks the leg.

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

NO!!!!

He gets Brytain up to her feet and whips her hard to the turnbuckle. Montgomery is down on the mat gasping for air a little. He buries a punch deep into her ribs and she folds. Taking advantage of the damage he did earlier, he punches her in the ribs again. She rolls out of the ring. Derek follows her and punches her in the ribs yet another time! Brytain rolls into the ring. Derek gets up onto the ring apron. He goes for another punch to the ribs and Brytain jumps over him to the outside and drops him on his back with a sunset powerbomb to the ringside floor!!! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!

ONE!!!!

Brytain gets up, holding her ribs and wincing in pain. She gets into the ring. Derek staggers to his feet and leans against the announce table.

TWO!!!!

Brytain hits the far ropes and then comes running at Jacobs with a suicide topei through the ropes!!! She crashes into Derek and they both hit the side of the announce table and crumple to the floor.

THREE!!!!

They both miss a count altogether and just absorb the pain, each in their own personal way.

FOUR!!!!

They start to move at the same time. Both stumble over to the ring apron. Derek kicks Brytain in the gut. She instantly throws a wild enzugiri!! Jacobs hits the floor.

FIVE!!!!

Brytain rolls into the ring. She is still holding those ribs. One of those many shots did some damage there. She waits. He won’t be down long.

SIX

Derek dives into the ring. Brytain knees him in the head as he gets to his feet. They exchange punches for a minute until Brytain gets the upper hand! She dives in and hits him with a chop block to the front of the knee!! A dangerous move that could hyperextend a knee joint and shelve a guy for months! She’s playing dirty. She has everything to lose and she doesn’t plan on losing. Jacobs grabs his knee and hits the mat. Brytain takes his leg and drops a knee on the inner thigh. She does it again. She locks in an Indian Death Lock and sits in deep. Derek is reaching for the rope which is desperately far away. He struggles to reach for that bottom rope and eventually makes it there and grabs on for dear life as the ref breaks the hold. Brytain stands back and lets Derek try to stand on the hurt leg. She kicks him in the arm as a distraction and then grabs his leg. She connects with a dragon screw leg whip and transitions it instantly into an inverted heel hook!!!! This is a dangerous spot for Jacobs! He again looks to the ropes for solace. They don’t care a lick for him as they hang indifferently in place. He is on the verge of tapping out when Brytain lets go. He is on the canvas holding that ankle.

DM: She had that heel hook in deep. Seems she could have finished it there.

SS: Montgomery obviously has something else in mind.

The referee is checking on Jacobs to see if he can continue. Jacobs will not quit for any reason. Brytain Montgomery is up on the top rope! The referee just barely gets out of the way as she comes flying off the top rope with a high angle senton bomb across the legs of Derek Jacobs!!!

DM: THRILLKILLER! BRYTAIN WITH THE THRILLKILLER!!!!

SS: And she landed right on those legs!!! Derek is screaming in pain as Brytain hooks the leg for the pin.

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THREE!!!!!!

*DING! DING! DING!*

Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner… the PCW Broadcast Champion… BRYTAIN MONTGOMERY!!!!!

Brytain gets up and then stands over Derek with a wild smile. Evil with a strong sense of satisfaction. Pleased with her work tonight; pleased with her work overall. The referee raises her arm in victory as she celebrates yet another win.

DM: The monster keeps proving herself to be unkillable. As soon as she smelled blood in the water with that hurt leg, she threw everything else out the window and went fot the Thrillkiller!! 9-0.

SS: Will anyone ever stop her? I think it’s only a matter of time. Anarchy perhaps?

DM: Oh, dream on, Taint. She’s unstoppable! It’s just that simple.

SS: She can be stopped and Smith Jones is going to do it!

DM: Whatever you say!

As soon as Brytain Montgomery reaches the back. "Tom Sawyer" by Rush hits and the crowd gives a mixed reaction as Israel Steele walks out, in a leather jacket over a white t-shirt and jeans. He observes the scenery and begins his walk down the ramp. He's not interacting with any of the fans as he's all business. He steps on the ring apron, wipes his feet and steps over the ropes. He is then given a microphone by a stagehand before Izzy takes his place right beside a cardboard cutout of Paul Blair. Once his music dies out, he begins to speak.

Israel Steele: It's been a long fucking time since I came out here and talked. Almost three years to be exact, but if you guys would. Please show some respect to "The Real Deal".

The crowd has a mixed reaction.

Israel Steele: For the past month, I have been getting asked a number of stupid moronic questions. But the one that sticks out...is why? Why Izzy, why have you decided to team up with the man who quite frankly doesn't give a damn about you?

Israel stands there and the crowd starts booing, likely at the Paul Blair mentioning. Izzy ignores the boos and continues.

Israel Steele: So I have pondered and my conclusion is you fat inbred hicks really don't deserve a damn explanation from me...

The crowd now starts booing and a smile comes on his face.

Israel Steele: ...but since I am a kind man, I'll give you one anyways because again, you idiots don't deserve shit. Now, when I made my return to this company, I had to find something to do, something that would make me feel like...me again! And no doubt I wanted to chew bubblegum and kick ass, so I called the one man who perception wise, didn't like me too much. That's "The Ruler" Paul Blair.

The Milwaukee crowd boos at the mentioning of Paul Blair.

Israel Steele: While it's true that the Blair side and myself have had a rocky road at best, when he offered to team up with me and take over this company, I didn't hesitate. I accepted it. Both he and I were in The Elite and Team Lethality respectively, but that is of no more. I wish Team Lethality well and harber no hard feelings against them, just like Blair wishes The Elite well. But you people? To hell with all of you.

The crowd starts booing loudly and starts up an "Izzy sucks" chant.

Israel Steele: All I have done since the very first run of this company, is shake hands and kiss babies and other than a couple of championship belts and a Hall of Fame induction, it didn't get me shit. I never felt free. I was pandering to all of you idiots for some fucked up reason while somewhere along the way, I lost the ability to be my true self and I blame every single one of you people.

The booing only gets louder and Israel Steele is loving the reaction as he's now embracing the boos.

Israel Steele: "The Real Deal" isn't expected to be kissing babies, shaking hands and being soft. Hell no, Israel Steele is an ass kicking machine, the best mother fucking big man in the business and with the convincing of "The Ruler", I have woken up and realized that I needed to go back to the fundamentals and be the bruiser that I know I can be.

Israel pauses before continuing.

Israel Steele: But other than what I have said, the reason why I am aligned with Paul once more, is because he is the one who made me who I am today. No single promotion did it, nobody here sure as hell did it, but "The Ruler" is the one who gets ALL of the credit for developing me into who I am. So Paul, thank you for making me the wrestler I am today.

Voice: Thanks Israel.

The camera pans to the cardboard cut out of Blair which is now holding up five fingers.

Israel Steele: And really, that's all whom I should be thanking. You fans certainly didn't make me the dominant force I am today, no stable I was in did so, that idiot BLK certainly didn't help matters, and again, no company did it either. It was all Blair...and my god given talent that made it possible to succeed. All of you peons in attendance can quite frankly screw off and choke to death.

The crowd boos and a fan throws a hot dog at Israel. Izzy wipes the mustard off of his face and goes out of the ring. He sees the fan and grabs him by the throat as he's about to launch him over the barricade.

DM: We have got to get somebody out here, PRONTO!

SS: The dumbass fan threw the fucking hot dog! He should get his ass kicked!

As Izzy has his hands clasped on the throat of the fan, security comes in and separates the two. Izzy smirks and speaks on the mic once more.

Israel Steele: One more thing. LONG LIVE PAUL BLAIR! LONG LIVE THE ANONYMOUS KICKAHOLICS! And...FUCK YOU FANS! I hope you all fucking die!

Izzy drops the microphone and the crowd's boos are only getting louder. Izzy soaks in the negative reaction before going backstage.

DM: Israel Steele from his actions after the Aurora versus Blair match, to right now, is not a fan favorite anymore!

SS: It's about time too! A big guy like that shouldn't be pandering to these fucking idiots!

DM: These "fucking idiots" you're referring to, pay our fucking salary you dumb fuck!

SS: I don't care!

DM: Of course you don't! We're going to take a break! We'll be back with more Rapture after this! Don't change that dial!

**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!

"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!*

DM: This one is underway! Former rivals doing battle one more time!

SS: And it was Draven who Matthews defeated in a Buried Alive match to start the longest PCW Platinum Championship reign in PCW history!

DM: With the help of Kai of course!

SS: Definitely! Kai may have been the difference maker, but Matthews still won!

The two men locked up in the ring with Jerry Matthews quickly gaining the upper hand. They exchanged left and right handed punches until Draven Logan Kennedy began to flag, his punches hitting farther and farther from their mark: Matthew’s face. Matthews backed Kennedy into one of the turnbuckles, trapping him there as he continued to rain down punches onto his opponent’s head before switching to his toros and landing some brutal blows to the midsection.

SS: These two aren't finese wrestlers! They're going to punch you in the mouth and not care about it one bit!

Matthews backed up, presumably to drive Draven Logan Kennedy into the turnbuckle but at the last possible moment Draven was able to slip out of the predicament by ducking under Matthew’s arm. Matthews was unable to stop his forward moment and rammed shoulder first into the turnbuckle. He dropped down to his knees, wincing with pain and Draven Logan Kennedy took the opportunity to drag Matthews to the center of the ring, setting him up for a German Suplex.

DM: Draven has never been a technical wrestler, but that was a nice suplex!

SS: He's still an idiot though!

Knocking his opponent backwards onto the canvas, Draven Logan Kennedy struggled to his feet and again pulled Matthews up for another Suplex, landing that one as well. Backing off and circling his opponent, Draven waited until Matthews had struggled to his feet before nailing him with the Apocalypse Now, a big boot to the face.

DM: Draven landed Apocalypse Now! Wicked boot!

Matthews crumpled to the canvas and Draven Logan Kennedy went for the pin.

ONE!!

TWO!!

NO! Just as the referee’s hand was about to come down to slap out the final three count, Matthews was able to get his shoulder up, breaking the pin. Draven Logan Kennedy climbed to his feet, frustration clear on his face as he circled his opponent again. When Matthews had climbed unsteadily to his feet, Draven Logan Kennedy hit him with the Death Note, a brutal RKO.

DM: Draven with the DEATH NOTE! He needs to capitalize!

SS: NOOOOOOO! DAMMIT NO!

Not giving Matthews a moment to recover, Draven Logan Kennedy went for another pinfall, determined to end this match quickly.

ONE!!

TW--NO! Once again, Matthews got his shoulder up, this time before the referee had even had a chance to get to the two count. Both men climbed to their feet, Matthews hitting Draven Logan Kennedy with a sitout rear mat slam. Climbing to his feet, Matthews dragged Draven up to his feet before hitting him with a fallaway slam. Capitalizing, he went for the cover.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR--NO! Draven Logan Kennedy is just barely able to kick out of the pin. As both men climb to their feet, Matthews Irish whipped Draven Logan Kennedy into the ropes and hit him with a pumphandle drop on the rebound.

SS: Haha! Matthews shows just why he's great!

Matthews went for the cover again but Draven Logan Kennedy managed to fight out of it before the referee could even begin the count. Climbing to his feet, Matthews attempts to drop an elbow on his prone opponent but as Matthews is in midfall, Draven Logan Kennedy manages to roll out of the way and Matthews meets nothing but canvas. Capitalizing on the turn in the match, Draven Logan Kennedy begins delivering stiff kicks to Matthews’s ribs and midsection.

DM: But Draven comes back with the stomps! He's not giving in that easily!

SS: He should be sent to the fucking looney bin!

As Draven Logan Kennedy brings his leg back for another stomp, Matthews manages to grab his ankle and delay the onslaught long enough to climb to his feet. Taking the upper hand again, Matthews delivers a devastating double leg flapjack, sending Draven Logan Kennedy face first into the canvas.

DM: That had to hurt!

SS: As long as it ends with Draven losing, I'll be happy!

Dragging Draven Logan Kennedy back to his feet, Matthews whips Kennedy back into the ropes again and catches him on the rebound with the Savior’s Wrath. As Draven Logan Kennedy lies prone on the mat, Matthews goes for the cover once again.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

Climbing slowly to his feet, Matthews stares down at the fallen Draven Logan Kennedy.

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

DM: Matthews with another victory, and this means another win over Draven Logan Kennedy!

SS: Draven was good, but Matthews is on a complete roll right now!

DM: Indeed he is, and he and Jeremiah beat the hell out of Curtis earlier tonight while setting up the tag team showdown between those two and The Elite in two weeks!

SS: Not to mention Matthews' upcoming participation in the EWC's King of the Cage Tournament as well!

DM: Very true!

As Matthews is gone, Draven starts to get back up, but a voice on the PA system begins to play yet there's no video on the PremiumTron 5000.

Voice: Draven. I have known of your horrible deeds throughout the years. Your actions and who you worship leave a lot to be desired. It's actually downright poor to be honest.

Draven's still trying to get to his feet so the voice continues.

Voice: Many have tried to eliminate you from this company, all who haven't gotten the job done. When I see a person like you, it disgusts me to my very core because devil worshippers should not be running around rampant in professional wrestling companies.

Draven is now fully to his feet and now stands there as he listens to the voice.

Voice: In two weeks, you will see why I don't tolerate people like you. I'll be at Rapture, but will you? See you then.

The voice stops and Draven looks around while screaming "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU"?

SS: I'm with Draven for once! Who the fuck was that?

DM: I don't know, but it seems like Draven has pissed off yet another person with his deeds!

SS: The moron always does it! It's nothing new!

DM: He's not the PCW's resident asshole for nothing, Taint! Everybody knows that!

The scene opens up backstage at a table where Toxic members Christina Fierce, Shawn Davis, Stevie Fabulous, Jesse Wright and Brittany Kinary are sitting together.

Christina Fierce: So tonight has been well.

Brittany Kinary: It has. Really loving it.

Shawn Davis: But we have to make more of an impact. I suggest the main event.

Christina Fierce: Shawn, I was thinking the same thing. We should demolish Syn and Stryker. Make them pay for messing with the great Morgan Simmons.

Jesse Wright: Hun, you get no argument from me.

Stevie Fabulous: Same.

Christina Fierce: Excellent. So it's a...

Before Christina could finish her sentence, Danielle Lopez comes around with the Spiked Baseball Bat in her grasp but she's not alone as Team Lethality members Stephen Kelly, Kyoko Kawashima and Fatality Inc members Alexis Landry and Katie Chason all have leap pipes in their hands. The members of Toxic get up and they know of their surroundings. Danielle looks into the eyes of the members, specifically Christina Fierce before uttering some words.

Danielle Lopez: Well well well, Toxic. We meet again. How are you guys doing?

Danielle says with a smirk as Stephen, Kyoko, Alexis and Katie stand around Christina, Shawn, Stevie, Jesse and Brittany who continue to stare around at their surroundings. Danielle still has the spiked bat in her hand, waving it a bit and teasing hitting the Toxic members right then and there.

Danielle Lopez: You look a little... frightened. Don't be scared, it's not like I'm going to... hurt you.

Danielle lets out a laugh.

Danielle Lopez: I mean, its not like your leader didn't screw me out of my PCW World Heavyweight Championship. Or cause as much hell and chaos for Team Lethality/The Black Rose Mafia for the last two years. Or this one... firing Reaper after screwing him out of the Platinum Championship.

The anger in Danielle's voice was evident as she's none too happy with Reaper being fired. Stephen, Kyoko, Alexis and Katie's expressions turn into ones with anger.

Danielle Lopez: Your leader WILL get hers in two weeks, but since she's not present at the moment, we have to take our frustrations out on the group who was responsible for the loss of the Platinum Championship and Reaper being ousted from this company due to BULLSHIT reasons!

Christina gets nose to nose with Danielle and speaks.

Christina Fierce: Your friend DESERVED to get fired and he's not good enough to be in this company. Retard sucks and he's not going to last long. He can take that skank Bella with him. Bella is pretty useless as a person and her life in general... really should end.

Danielle's boiling with anger and she doesn't hesitate as she smacks Christina in the face with an open palm shot that sends her back. Right then and there, a brawl breaks out as Stephen and Shawn start engaging in a fist fight, Alexis and Katie are are taking it to Stevie and Jesse and Kyoko fights with Brittany Kinary. The Team Lethality/Fatality Inc combination and Toxic are brawing with each other backstage.

SS: Those morons are ruining shit backstage!

DM: Shut up, Taint! Christina was popping off at the mouth and she got her bitch ass smacked! Kind of like how I smack your dumbass around!

SS: ....

The members of Toxic, Team Lethality and Fatality Inc continue to brawl with each other and Toxic momentarily has the upperhand, but the members of Team Lethality and Fatality Inc quickly regain it. While the brawl is continuing on, Christina and Danielle continue to fight - and Danielle hits Christina in the midsection with the bat. She doubles over and Danielle starts beating Christina in the back repeatedly with the bat, forming some gashes and blood pouring out of the back.

SS: Holy shit! Danielle's going barbarian mode!

DM: That's a compliment, idiot! She's beating the living hell out of Christina! It's certainly a sight to see!

Danielle continues to beat Christina in the back with the bat until she can't fight back. Danielle starts stomping on Christina a few times for good measure before laying the bat down infront of her. Danielle looks at a struggling Christina and smiles before placing her foot on the back of the her head while having a handful of her hair in her hand to keep her head propped up.

SS: DON'T DO IT! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD DON'T FUCKING DO IT!

DM: She promised bloodshed earlier, and she's going to deliver on that promise!

Danielle forces Christina's mouth wide open before delivering a Curb Stomp into the spikes of the bat. The camera gets a close shot of Christina, and her mouth is badly cut as blood starts coming out. Danielle looks down and a smile comes across her face. While she stands there, the Team Lethality and Fatality Inc members have officially fended off Toxic and they all stand beside Danielle and admire their handiwork.

Danielle Lopez: Fantastic job, guys. We all know they'll try and come back, but we'll all be ready.

Stephen Kelly: No question about it, yo.

All of the present members of both teams bump fists before they depart as the members of Toxic are all beaten down, with Christina laying in a pool of her own blood. From there, we go to a commercial break.

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

[Papi El Sueno]

We come back from commercial and Brytain Montgomery is seen walking towards her locker room when Mya Denton appears out of nowhere and blocks her way. Brytain has no patience for this right now.

Brytain Montgomery: Out of my way, you insignificant little troll!!!!

Mya tilts her head to the side and stares oddly at Brytain with a concerned look on her face. She then smiles at Brytain.

Mya Denton: You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be…

Brytain looks around for Smith but he is nowhere to be seen. Then, Smith Jones comes diving off a large stack of crates about ten feet high onto Brytain Montgomery!!!! On impact, he drives his elbow into her temple and stuns her as they both fall to the floor. Smith lands on top of Brytain. Mya starts to laugh, cackle even. Brytain and Smith start to get up. Smith a little quicker. He takes a running start and then punts Brytain in the ribs. The impact is a dense thud and a very slight gasp from her. Brytain grabs hold of Smith’s leg tenaciously. Smith stands over her as she holds on and starts to climb up him. He throws a punch that puts her back on the ground. Brytain is still getting up. Again, he punches her in the face and drops her. Smith’s mind wanders all the way back to the day he lost the Broadcast Title to Brian Stryker at Battle Finale III. He thinks about the steel cage match he had against Nightrain at Slamathon. He thinks about Mya and glances at her for a moment. He then looks down at Brytain and thinks about those crowbar shots to the head last Rapture. He thinks about being handcuffed helplessly while watching that pink-haired freak light the storied PCW Broadcast Championship belt on fire! Smith’s eyes go dark. He becomes possessed by something even more evil than himself.

Smith Jones he reaches into the front of his white wrestling trunks and pulls out a set of dirty old brass knucks. Old school as fuck! Mya watches as she sits cross-legged on a road case nearby with a continuous chuckle. Smith jumps on top of Montgomery and starts to rain down a mess of targeted punches, all landing on the very same spot on her forehead. He continues with these piston-like punches over and over about fifty or sixty times as blood starts to drip and then flow from deep punctures in her porcelain skin. When he is satisfied with the bloody result, he stands over her and lets her go limp on the floor. He drops the bloody brass knuckles on the floor. Smith pulls Brytain up to a standing position by her hair. Smith hugs Brytain very tightly as she hangs loosely onto him, out of it. He rests Brytain’s head on his shoulder and feels her blood running down his back. Smith holds Brytain up and gently rocks her in his embrace as Mya comes over and lightly strokes Brytain’s hair.

Smith Jones: Beat me at Anarchy and I will never challenge for the Broadcast Title again!!! Can you? Can you really beat me??!?

Mya Denton: You’re going to be okay…

Jones suddenly plants his feet and throws Brytain over his head with a belly-to-belly suplex into the brick wall!!! She hits the wall and then the floor. She is not moving. Smith struggles to pick her up and hugs her again. Another belly-to-belly. Wall, floor, silence. He is not done yet. Jones takes his time and pulls Brytain up. Mya offers to help, but he waves her off. He wants to do it alone. Mya smiles at him. He gets Brytain to her feet and then hits another belly-to-belly suplex against the brick wall. Brytain is not moving. Her face is a mask of fresh blood. Smith grabs Brytain by one arm and Mya grabs her other arm as they both drag her through the backstage area to a dark location where the lights have either gone out or been broken by someone who… oh, I get it. Premeditated. They lay her on the ground in the middle of the darkened area. Mya skips out of the shot as Smith paces very slowly around the fallen body of the Broadcast Champion. Brytain’s unbreakable spirit begins to stir again. She starts to get up to her feet as Smith walks away from her. A white light shines in Brytain’s eyes just before she gets destroyed by the white limousine out of nowhere!!!!!! Bryatin’s body bounces over the hood and flies over the windshield. She lands off to one side of the car as the limo does not stop moving. Eventually it screeches to a halt in the near distance. Smith runs over to Brytain and picks her up. He runs over to the limousine with Brytain in his arms. The trunk flies open and Smith drops her in. As he slams the trunk shut, Mya is suddenly standing there, smiling away. She jumps on Smith and they kiss, leaning against the trunk where Brytain is locked inside. Smith places Mya on the trunk as she sits there cross-legged. ‘The Mighty Fall’ by Fall Out Boy starts to play in the distance. Smith gives Mya one more kiss before he leaves her sitting there on the trunk. Mya puts her hands on the car and starts to whisper.

Mya Denton: You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay…

Cut to a shot of the announcers at ringside. They are stunned.

SS: You wanna call it an attack now?

DM: Just a BRUTAL ATTACK by Smith Jones and Mya Denton on Brytain Montgomery. Does anybody know what part of the arena they’re in? Can somebody help her?

SS: Brytain Montgomery and Smith Jones have been at each other since Slamathon nearly three months ago! Believe it or not, this is the very first time that Smith Jones has put his hands on Brytain Montgomery outside the confines of a sanctioned PCW match! He did help Mya beat her down at Summertime Smash, but this brutal attack here tonight on Saturday Night Rapture is the very first time Smith has lost his shit on Brytain like this. He’s a patient man and it looks like he now has her right where he wants her.

DM: You must be out of your damned mind!!! This is just going to make things worse for S&M in the long run. And how is Smith gonna be ready for his match with Curtis Wilkes right now while he’s huffing and puffing like this?

Jones is already wiping his feet on the ring apron and entering the ring. He has a white towel in his hands as he is wiping Brytain’s blood off himself before his opponent arrives. Jones calls for the white microphone. He speaks.

Smith Jones: I’m from Toronto. I’m 229 pounds. I’m Smith Jones. Now get the fuck out here!!!

He drops the mic. Smith uses his index finger to draw an ‘X’ across his chest. He stretches up for a one on one battle!

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 a member of 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 as he waits for the bell to ring.

*DING! DING! DING!*

Referee Larry Smith rings the bell and Smith and Curtis circle around the ring. They meet in the middle and lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Smith wins the clash and transitions Curtis into a side headlock. He then takes Curtis down with a snapmare takedown. Curtis frustrated, gets back to his feet and runs towards Smith, but the former Broadcast Champion takes him down with a nicely executed arm drag. Smith stares at Curtis and the crowd boos loudly.

DM: Smith Jones with the advantage in the early going here!

SS: This is going to be a great contest! Both competitors are purely awesome!

DM: [sarcastically speaking] Of course they are!

The two of them attempt another lock up, but Smith hits him in the gut and follows up with a right hand. He delivers a few more left and rights before hitting him with a forearm smash to the face. Curtis staggers on the ropes and Smith runs up to him... and clotheslines him over the ropes and out to the floor.

DM: Smith is in total control! I can't remember the last time Curtis has been dominated in the openings of a match!

SS: It's astonishing to say the least!

Curtis gets back to his feet, but Smith leaps over the ropes... and crashes onto Curtis for a suicide plancha. Smith gets up and the fans around him are booing loudly. Smith taunts them and tells them to shut up before getting Curtis up... and bouncing his head off of the ring apron before rolling him back into the ring. Smith slides in after him and makes the cover.

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

NO!!!!

DM: Curtis with the kickout at two!

SS: Smith is hungry to win! He has that desire and he's going to go to bigger things! Well he has already done big things but meh!

Smith gets Curtis back to his feet and whips him into the corner. Smith runs in after him... but Curtis moves out of the way and Smith catches nothing but the padding. Curtis gets behind Smith... and hits him with a German Suplex to drop him down to the mat. Curtis isn't wasting any time as he starts stomping at him viciously. Curtis gets Smith back to his feet and grabs him by the neck...

DM: Swinging Neckbreaker! Curtis drops Smith down to the mat with that wicked looking move!

SS: Curt's smart! He knows what to do!

DM: Now Curtis is the one with the cover!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

NO!!!!

DM: Now Smith kicks out at the count of two!

SS: This is going to be back and forth! Two hard workers just going out there and beating the shit out of each other! I love it!

Curtis gets back to his feet and starts stomping on Smith some more. Smith starts to stir back to his feet and this causes Curtis to start running the ropes. Once Smith is fully back up, Curtis comes back off the rebound... and hits him with a bulldog! Curtis gets back up and the crowd is giving him a mixed reaction. He now starts stomping on Smith's arm and locks him in a keylock.

DM: Curtis has him here! He has the submission!

SS: That's not an easy hold to get out of, but if anybody can do it, it's Smith Jones!

Curtis locks it in tightly as Smith grunts in pain with Larry Smith asking if he wants to give up. Smith shouts "Fuck no" before beginning to rise to his feet. He delivers an elbow to the mid-section of "The Aussie Psycho" to break the hold as Curtis now begins to favor his mid-section. Smith is feeling the affects in his left arm, but he's ignoring it as he kicks Curtis in the gut and drops down...

DM: Sitout Facebuster! Smith Jones with the Sitout Facebuster to Curtis Wilkes!

SS: And with only the right arm present! That just proves how great of a wrestler he truly is!

DM: Smith drapes his right arm on top of Curtis for the cover!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THR---NO!!!!

DM: SO CLOSE! Smith almost had the match won!

Smith is very frustrated and argues with Smith that it should have been a three. He gets Curtis back to his feet and starts smacking him in the face while taunting for a bit. However, Curtis fights back and lands a right to Smith's skull. He lands a second... and a third... and a fourth! Smith is staggering. Curtis grabs Smith and whips him into the corner. Curtis goes to Smith and gets him to the top of the turnbuckle before following him up. They battle at the top before Curtis hooks Smith up for it...

DM: SUPERPLEX! Curtis with the Superplex to Smith Jones!

SS: Curt's gotta capitalize here if he's to get the pinfall!

DM: Curtis is dragging himself to Smith... and he has the cover!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THR---NO!!!!

Smith kicks out at two and a half! Curtis brings Smith up and sends him into the ring ropes. Once he comes back, Curtis charges at him and goes for the discus elbow, but Smith ducks it. Curtis turns around and Smith hooks him up in position... and drops him down with an Exploder Suplex! Smith gets back up, but a bit slowly. He takes the time to taunt the crowd who don't respond all that positively towards him! He gets Curtis back to his feet and goes for a suplex, but Curtis blocks it. Smith tries for a second time, but Curtis blocks it again. Smith lets go and then kicks Curtis in the gut before he tries it again, but Curtis appears behind Smith and hits him with a German Suplex, complete with the pinning attempt.

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THRE---NO!!!!

DM: Curtis almost had it there!

SS: Just a millisecond from winning this one! It was that close!

DM: Indeed it was!

Curtis gets up and then starts stomping on Smith some more. He spreads his arms out to a mixed reaction from the crowd before getting Smith back to his feet. Next, he gets him onto the top rope, looking to repeat what he had done earlier in the match. Curtis follows him up and tries, but Smith's not going to let the same thing happen twice as he hits Curtis with a few shots to the mid-section before pushing him off of the top. Smith then stands up on the top and waits for Curtis to recover. As Curtis makes it to his feet, Smith dives at him... and hits him with a diving crossbody.

DM: Diving crossbody! Huge move by Smith Jones!

SS: Make no mistake about it! Smith is a tactician at heart, but he can damn sure fly when he needs to!

DM: He proved that earlier in the match!

SS: It shows that he can do any damn thing he sets his mind to! No question about it!

DM: Curtis and Smith are damn near going to kill each other to get that win!

SS: It's the way of life really!

DM: Look at the look in Smith's eyes! He feels we're at the end of the match!

SS: That look is when he's ready to go for the Point of Controversy, one of the more deadlier moves in PCW today!

DM: Smith gets back to his feet and waits for Curtis to get back up to his feet! It takes a moment, but Curtis gets up and Smith wastes no time in going behind him and leaping up... POINT OF CONTROVERSY! Right to the back of Curtis Wilkes' neck!

SS: That move always looks dangerous, but it's all good!

DM: Smith makes the cover! This has to be it!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THREE!!!!

*DING! DING! DING*

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

SS: HE'S DONE IT!!! Smith Jones has beaten Yoshiru Long and Curtis Wilkes on back to back episodes of Saturday Night Rapture!!!! This is absolutely UNREAL!!!

DM: And I gotta hand it to him, he won this match without Mya Denton at ringside. This is quite a roll for Smith! But that does not make it okay for him to kidnap the Broadcast Champion!!!

As soon has he is physically able following such an intense battle, Smith rolls out of the ring and stumbles over to the ringside barricade for support. He raises his arm in victory!!! Jones staggers out of the arena beside the entrance ramp and off into a corner of the arena where he finds an alternate way out. He makes his way through the backstage area and off to that dark corner of the building where Mya is waiting by the white limousine pacing nervously. She sees him.

Mya: Come on, Smith! COME ON!!!!!! We’ve already been here long enough. Let’s take her. Let’s go!

Smith nods. They both go to the front of the limo as Mya hits the passenger’s seat. Smith presses a green button on the wall that opens up a large bay door. Smith gets into the driver’s seat. We can see smears of blood on the hood of the car as it speeds out of the arena From there, we go to a commercial break.

**COMMERCIAL BREAK**

[Papi El Sueno]

One more month!

Things are heating up!

All of the wonderful stories are playing out!

Good versus evil!

Everybody is getting more violent!

Skins will be peeling!

And the fans will get their money's worth!

Titles are also at stake!

Grudges will be getting settled!

It's all coming closer and closer!

Are you ready for it all to go down?

Are you tough enough to see some blood?

If you are...

Come join us for a little Anarchic violence on October 12th, 2013!

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We come back from the break and we cut to the ring where Jimmy Wilkes is ready to announce the main event match up of the night.

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

The crowd cheers.

Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!

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

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

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

Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!

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.

*DING! DING! DING!*

DM: And here we go! The main event of this rockin' show is officially underway! World Champion versus rising star!

SS: Syn, put away this Philadelphia piece of crap! He's bad for business!

DM: Having you be employed by PCW is not good for business, but I digree! Syn gets the early advantage here by putting Stryker in a headlock, but the former Broadcast Champion gets out of it and locks the PCW World Champion in a hammerlock before transitioning into a headlock of his own!

SS: Stop copying him you unoriginal idiot!

DM: Unoriginal? With that logic, every wrestler is unoriginal you fucking idiot!

Stryker has it locked in, but Syn pushes him off into the ropes. Syn comes back and goes for a clothesline... but Stryker ducks it. Syn turns around and Stryker hits him with a shot to the face. Syn staggers back and Stryker follows it up by taking a few steps back, runs up... and hits a Jumping Knee Strike to the face of Syn.

DM: Stryker's got control early here and he's going to have to keep his foot on the gas pedal to keep Syn down!

SS: Yeah, I guess I can agree with that!

DM: [rolls eyes] Stryker gets Syn to a seated position and kicks Syn right in the back with a shoot kick that could be heard throughout the arena! Stryker gets Syn back to a seated position and bounces off the ropes! He comes back... and hits a low dropkick to the face of Syn!

SS: Dammit!

DM: Stryker immediately with the cover!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

NO!!!!

DM: Syn with a kickout at the count of two!

SS: Whew! Thank god for that!

Stryker lifts Syn up to his feet and hits him with a knife edge chop that can be heard all the way up in the cheap seats. Stryker follows that up with a foream to the face... and a second... and a third, with the last one backing Syn into the corner. Stryker takes a few steps back before running up... and landing a knee to the jaw of the World Champion. Syn is dazed and confused and Stryker looks around with the crowd cheering him on. Stryker gets on top of Syn and starts pounding him in the face. The fans count along with each punch. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8! It only stops at eight as Syn recovers... and drops Stryker head first on to the turnbuckle padding.

DM: That's going to hurt for "The God of War"!

SS: Good! He needs to be hurt!

DM: Your vendetta against Stryker is really sad to say the least! Syn gets behind Stryker and hits him with a Russian Leg Sweep!

SS: Syn's proving that he's fucking great! Great move there!

DM: Now it's Syn who's going for the pin here!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

NO!!!!

DM: Now Stryker kicks out! Brian Stryker wasn't going to let that one end! He has a lot to prove in this match up!

SS: But he's not going to prove anything, other than being a loser!

DM: You calling other people a loser? That's rich considering you went from living in a high priced mansion to living in a cardboard box!

SS: Shut your mouth!

DM: Piss off, moron! Syn lifts Stryker back to his feet and goes for the Falcons Arrow... but Stryker starts kneeing Syn in the skull to get him to release him! He does so for a bit and Stryker gets out of it! Syn is grazed for a bit and Stryker is on his feet! Syn goes for a clothesline, but Stryker ducks! Syn turns back around and Stryker goes for the STO... STRYKE OUT! Stryker with the Stryke Out to the PCW World Champion!

SS: SHIT!

DM: Stryker with the cover! This could be it!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THR---NO!!!!

DM: Two and a half there! Stryker nearly had it for a second!

SS: Dammit Syn, get back in this one! You cannot let this fucking hamster beat you!

DM: Well right now, Stryker is in the driver's seat! Stryker gets Syn back to his feet, but Syn has other ideas as he hits Stryker with the jawbreaker! Stryker is stunned and Syn whips him into the ropes! Syn runs in after him... and hits him with a splash into the corner!

SS: YES! He's back in control!

DM: Syn picks Stryker back up... and this time, plants him down with the Falcons Arrow!

SS: He's successful this time, and he's proving he is better than Brian Stryker!

DM: Don't sell Stryker short though! He's every bit as dangerous as the other stars in PCW! He's going to go places for sure!

Syn drags Stryker near a turnbuckle before grabbing him by the legs. He catapaults him... and Stryker hits chest first into the corner. Syn gets up and places Stryker on the turnbuckle. But instead of following him up. Syn grabs him by the neck... and hits him with a Hangman's version of the neckbreaker.

DM: DAMN! That had to hurt! What a sick hangman's neckbreaker!

SS: Syn can make any move look dangerous and brutal as fuck!

DM: Syn's going for the cover!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THR---NO!!!!

DM: Stryker just manages to kick out!

SS: FUCK! How the hell did he kick out?

DM: I'm not sure, but Stryker kicked out though!

SS: Jack Payne needs to get his fucking head in the game! He's a shit ref anyways!

DM: People who are shitty at their own job descriptions, really shouldn't call others shit! Stryker slowly gets back to his feet as Syn waits! Stryker's back up and Syn stays on him with a few rights and lefts!

SS: Get 'em Syn!

DM: Syn's continuing the fury of lefts and rights! Syn even hits a knife edge chop, returning the favor from earlier on in the match! However, Stryker battles back with one of his own! Syn returns the favor with a chop and now Stryker and Syn are chopping each other in the chest!

SS: This is insane! Completely insane!

Both Syn and Stryker are chopping the hell out of each others chests. Syn goes for a right after a chop, but Stryker blocks it and hits a shot to the mid-section. Syn doubles over and Stryker hooks him in position before hitting the DDT onto Syn. Stryker hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THRE---NO!!!!

DM: Syn just barely kicks out of the DDT! Incredible match!

SS: Thank god! I hate to give him credit, but Stryker has brought his A game for sure!

DM: Stryker gets up and goes to the top rope where he waits for Syn to get back to his feet! Syn gets back up and Stryker dives off... and hits him with the Missle Dropkick to take him down!

SS: NO! HOW THE HELL COULD YOU LET THIS HAPPEN?!

DM: Calm your man tits, Taint! Stryker gets back and Syn gets to his knees as Stryker runs towards him... Running single leg high knee to the face! That could turn your lights out in a hurry!

SS: GOD DAMMIT! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!

DM: Stryker's got the pin! He got the pin!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THREE---NO!!!!

DM: MY GOD! Stryker almost had it, just two and three-fourths away from beating the current World Champion!

SS: Oh my god! My heart's racing! This is intense!

DM: No kidding, Taint! It's that fast paced!

Stryker gets Syn up to his feet and eventually in position for the Stryke Out, but Syn blocks it and manages to escape. Stryker recovers and delivers a right to Syn's face. But Syn comes back with one of his own and the two of them are battling it out with their fists. Back and forth they go. Syn eventually gets the upperhand by hitting the Discus clothesline. Syn gets Stryker up to a seated position before bouncing off the ropes... and hitting the snapmare on the rebound.

DM: That was a huge case of whiplash! Unbelievable!

SS: Syn can put this one away and he'll have another win under his cap!

DM: That's what you're hoping to happen! Stryker could do it though, don't count him out! Syn now gets Stryker back to his feet and kicks him in the gut before placing him in position...

SS: OH YEAH! DESCENT TO MADNESS! That wicked looking Evenflow DDT was awesome!

DM: And Syn goes for the pin! This could be it!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THRE---NO!!!!

DM: Stryker... just... kicked out!

SS: NO! That was a SLOW COUNT! SLOW COUNT!

DM: It was fair! Stryker is showing a ton of heart out there and he's showing that he can hang with the bigger players like Syn!

SS: This is a damn travesty! The world will end if Stryker wins!

DM: No it won't fat ass! Now shut up!

Syn can't believe that Stryker is still in this thing. He gets Stryker back to his feet and Irish whips him into a turnbuckle. Syn runs in and goes for a lariat... but Stryker moves out of the way and Syn hits the padding. Stryker begins to take off into the ropes. He comes back off the rebound... and hits Syn with a clothesline. Syn gets back up, but Stryker hits it for a second time. Syn gets up for a third time, but Stryker kicks him in the gut and goes for it...

DM: STRYKE TWO! Stryker hits the STO for the second time in this match! He's on his way to victory!

SS: FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! This isn't good!

Stryker however, is down for a bit due to the damage he has endured in this match. He gets back to his feet and observes the crowd who are going bananas for him. He steps out onto the apron and goes to the top. A moment or two later, Syn manages to get back to his feet and stumbles into the ropes which crotches Stryker on the tippy top. Syn slowly gets himself to Stryker and climbs up after him. He tries for a superplex, but Stryker is holding on for dear life and hits a few rights to Syn's face before delivering a headbutt that drops him back down to the canvas.

DM: This is Stryker's chance and you have to believe he's going to be going for his primary finishing move!

SS: This isn't right! This isn't supposed to happen!

DM: No dumbass, Brian Stryker is going to fly! AIR STRYKE... NO! At the last second, Syn moved out of the way and Stryker caught nothing but the canvas!

SS: AHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh that was GOLD! YOU LOSE!

DM: Shut up, moron! Syn gets to his feet and gets Stryker up to his! He grabs both of Stryker's arms and places them in a straight-jacket position... THE KILLING JOKE! Syn with The Killing Joke to Brian Stryker!

SS: I love that move! Always a great one to see!

DM: Syn goes to hook the leg of Brian Stryker! This one may indeed be over!

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THREE!!!!

*DING! DING! DING!*

Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... "THE MASTER OF SHADOWS"... SYN!!!

Syn rolled out of the ring and walked gingerly over to the time-keepers position, grabbing a steel chair and a microphone before he slides back into the ring. He opens it and sits down in the middle of the ring, licking his lips slightly as he looks around the arena. Slowly, he brings the mic up to his mouth, and begins to speak.

Syn: Oh Daaaaani. I know you're back there, sulking about the locker room and bemoaning the fact that you are under a forced "break" from competing. So, how about I alleviate you of your boredom, hmm? After all, I would think that you would like to be front and center for this, wouldn't you?

Syn sits patiently in the chair, waiting for Danielle to come down to the ring. He did not have to wait long as "Still I Rise" by Shadows Fall hits and the crowd exploded as Danielle Lopez walked out onto the stage, staring very intently at the ring as she slowly walked down the isle, her eyes never leaving Syn's. She walked up the steel steps and entered the ring, before she stared down with Syn as she cautiously. Champion and challenger continued to stare down as the crowd roared all around them before Syn finally spoke. faint amusement very clear in his voice as he did so.

Syn: You can relax a little, you know. If I wanted to attack you, we both know I'd not do it with a chair, or a Microphone.

That did nothing to put Danielle at ease as she glares at him slightly for the remark. Syn ignored this and leaned forward slightly, before talking.

Syn: Good. Now, before I reveal to you exactly what match you will have the unfortunate luck of facing off against me in, I want to let you in on something. For some odd, inexplicable reason, I still hold a shred of respect for you. I don't necessarily like you and think you spend far, far too much time grandstanding past accomplishments, but I digress.

He shifts in the seat slightly as he continued to talk, looking up at her with a deceivingly polite smile that looked a bit hollow.

Syn: The shred of respect aside...you honestly have no idea what it is you're getting yourself into. For all of the experience you have at your disposal, there is no sure fire way for you to prepare for me, is there? Because it is oh so very easy to attempt to prattle off about what style of match I wrestle, but you and I both know that has only gotten you so far.

Syn slowly stood up, the smile now gone from his face and his expression becoming one of calm, cold indifference as he continued to speak.

Syn: You can't simply predict or calculate someone like me. So in knowing this, I have decided to pick a match that is something that no competitor can prepare for. Not even myself.

DM: The hell is he talking about?

SS: Beats me!

Everyone in the arena was confused by this statement as Syn gave a cold, spine numbing smile and simply pointed above the arena.

Syn: [Softly] Where we're going is very simple, Dani. We're going straight to hell...

As he said this, "The Cage Theme" began playing throughout the arena, causing everyone to look up just in time to see something descending from the rafters down to the ring below. The structure was massive in size, and made completely of steel. Inside of it were various weapons and such hanging from the ceiling of the large, ominous looking cage as it finally descended enough to where it was in full view. The crowd exploded as they recognized the baleful, demonic looking structure, having seen it one year before at The Anarchy PPV.

DM: Holy shit! It's back, for the first time since last year! It was hellacious a year ago and with the weapons inside of it, it's even more hellacious!

SS: It's guaranteed that at least one person won't be walking out under their own power!

DM: This is a place Syn has gone to before! Danielle has never entered this demonic structure! But then again, we said the same about Heather Monroe last year - and she walked out of last year's Anarchy as the PCW World Heavyweight Champion!

SS: Yeah, that's true, although none of them faced Syn quite like this!

DM: You have a point, even if Syn was in last year's version of the cell! And we will be seeing this on October 12th, from the Target Center in Minneapolis, Minnesota! Unfortunately, we are all out of time! For Shannon Taint, I am Desiree Miles! We will see you all in two weeks as we will be live from the Xcel Energy Center in St. Paul, Minnesota! Take care!

The final scene is with the cell all the way down and Syn and Danielle are inside, staring at one another as neither of them have moved an inch. From there, we...

Fade to Black.

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[Papi El Sueno]

Intro/Syn and Morgan segment: Me and Tom
Victor vs. Lone Ranger: Allie
Da Xtreme Regime segment: Me
Damon Warrens vs. Aaron Warrens
S&M Interview/Confrontation with Brytain Pt. I: Dennis (Smith Jones)
Mi Pi Sexy segment/Beatdown on The Princesses of Lethality: Reyna, Nathan and Danielle
Matthews/Curtis segment/beatdown: George and Nate
Blair vs. Aurora: Mariano
Post Match: Me
Fatality Inc promo on Morgan: Danielle, Reaper and Me
Reyna vs. Charlie: Stryker
Post Match: Me
Danielle interview with Monica Garcia: Danielle
Reaper vs. Yoshiru: Reaper
Post Match (Jay's cash-in): Reaper and Me
Reaper gets escorted out of the arena: Me
Brytain vs. Jacobs: Dennis (Smith Jones)
Israel Steele segment: Mark (Israel Steele)
Jerry Matthews vs. Draven Logan Kennedy: Allie
Post Match: Me
Team Lethality and Fatality Inc brawls with Toxic: Danielle
S&M attack Brytain: Dennis (Smith Jones)
Curtis vs. Smith: Me
Post Match: Dennis (Smith Jones)
Syn vs. Stryker: Me
Ending: Tom