Williams: F*ck!

Duke pounds his desk then answers the phone.

Williams: Ahoy…Ahoy!! Yea……………..I know it’s bullsh*t! Tom relax you’ll get your job back……no…..no…..no…….YES…….no……he can eat sh*t and die for all I care. Yea I’ll let you know……hold on there’s an other call.

Duke switches line.

Williams: Ahoy….Ahoy!! What’s the dilio hoss? No…….you’ll be fine…….don’t be laying that straight out of lowcash bunk with me!! Yea hit me up for another kilo and yes your job is fine. Bye.

Duke clicks back over.

Williams: Mr. Legend let me get back to you trust me you’ll be fine. HASTA

In walks Jason Core and The Rush with foul looks on there face.

Rush: Duke, don’t be playing me did you give that punk the ok to fire me?

Duke takes off his reading glasses and stares down Jason and Rush.

Williams: F*ck no!! That guy has more spin then Buckshot Jones in car 44 in turn 233 of the Bristol race in Nascar.

Rush just stares at Duke.

Core: So that’s a no?

Duke takes off his hat and runs his fingers through his shoulder length brown hair.

Williams: F*ck yea.

Rush and Jason look at each other.

Rush: Whoa…whoa….whoa….back that ass up. Was that a yes to his no or a yes to the question?

Duke rubs his mountain beard and takes another drag on his cigar.

Williams: Guys chill out your jobs are fine I never gave that prick even an inkling to fire you boys. You’re my hosses till the moss grows on your crosses and when it does you’re still my mossy cross hosses!

Rush: Jive hoss!

Core: So what are you going to do.

Williams: Damn if I know.

The three men ponder for a moment as Duke reaches into his desk and puts on a pair of leather gloves.

Williams: I have a plan.

Duke walks over to a painting of Tyler Nelson’s father Willie Nelson and pulls it open like a fridge door. He then opens up a vault filled with guns.

Williams: El Revolution is my solution.

Duke reaches in and tosses a shotgun to Core and a machine gun to Rush.

Williams: Praise be to Crunk!!

Rush: Amen!

Duke grabs a new cigar and exits his office with the two gun-toting members of the Malice Crew backing him up. The men walk down to the door of Doctor Rupert Healey where a guard is standing outside the door.

Williams: I need to see the Doctor.

Guard: You have an appointment?

Duke looks at his gun totting comrades.

Williams: Your joking right?

Guard: Sorry Mr. Williams by appointment only.

Duke falls to the ground grabbing his knee.

Williams: DAMN IT MY TRICK KNEE!!!

Core: Sh*t.

The guard goes down to help Duke but the situation quickly changes as Duke pulls a knife the size of Rohde Island out of his boot and puts it to the guards neck.

Williams: Grab this lumps keys.

Guard: Come on man!

Rush snags the keys. Duke then uses the handle of the knife to knock out the guard.

Williams: Ahh bugger him!

Duke uses the keys to open the door then kicks it open after cracking it. The three men invade the office with speed and precision as Core and Rush get there guns pointed at Healey’s guards who where caught off guard.

Williams: Morning hoss!!

Healey: What the hell is a hoss, Dom?

Williams: Who the hell is Dom, hoss?

Healey: What?

Williams: No Who:?

Healey: You!

Williams: What?

Healey: What is a hoss.

Williams: Hey bitch shut your mouth.

Healey is not fazed by the bust in and continues to eat his lunch. He puts down his chicken sandwich and starts to yell at his guards.

Healey: Aren’t you boobs supposed to stop him?

Guard: We’re a little held up at the moment boss.

Healey: Your fired get out of here.

The two guards look at Rush and Core who wave them out of the office. Core looks the door behind them.

Healey: Now if you’ll pardon me Dom, but what’s this little ruckus all about?

Duke turns red in the face as he walks over and grabs the chicken sandwich and starts to eat it.

Williams: Honey mustard, not bad.

Healey: That’s my lunch.

Duke slams down the sandwich and points at Rush and Core.

Williams: That’s my Crew!

Healey: What does that have to do with my lunch.

Williams: Well dipsh*t I’ll tell you how. Just like this sandwich they’re gone.

Healey: Is the profanity necessary?

Duke pulls up a chair and sits in it backwards right in Healey’s face.

Williams: IS YOUR LIFE?

Healey: Do you want PCW to profit?

Williams: With in reason that it doesn’t cost my guy there jobs.

Healey: Causality’s are a part of the game.

Williams: Not my game hoss.

Healey: Every game Mr. Williams.

Duke sucks down some smoke then blows it in Healey’s face.

Healey: Punch, rare corjova good cigar.

Williams: You want to play hardball, hard on lets play. I see you have a George Forman grill over there?

Healey: Like me it cuts the fat and cooks in half the time.

Williams: Cleaver. I see it’s still on?

Healey: I’m ready for another sandwich.

Rush walks over and throws a piece of chicken on the grill it starts to sizzle immediately.

Williams: Damn that’s hot.

Healey: Makes things cook fast.

Williams: How about hands?

Healey: Excuse me?

Duke grabs Healey’s hand and drags him over to the grill and starts to put his hand near the flame.

Healey: What are you doing?

Williams: Grilling consultants who don’t bend.

Healey: What do you want?

Williams: Legend, Rush, Core reinstated.

Healey: I’ll see what I can do?!?

Williams: Ummm I wonder what grilling skin smells like.

Healey: I’ll do my best to get them back?

Williams: No good enough sparkey.

Healey: Ok I’ll resign them.

Duke lets go of Healey’s hand, lights up his cigar, and smiles.

Williams: I love it when a plan comes together. Now that wasn’t so hard was it hoss?

Healey: Please exit my office Mr. Williams I’m a busy man.

Williams: Gladly.

The Malice Crew exit the office of the consultant in a chipper mood. All of a sudden a voice is heard from around the corner that interrupts their celebration.

Kannon: Is that Duke Williams?

Xavior takes a myopic approach to the situation as he with out even looking at the rest of the crew goes face to face with the PCW president Duke Williams.

Kannon: You got a problem with me because of my beliefs? You want to use your political power to silence my voice? You want to suspend me?? I’m Xavior Kannon and I will not put up with your oppression.

Core cocks the shotgun, which snaps Kannon out of his rant.

Kannon: Oh, well if your busy right now we can have this dispute some other time.

Duke turns red in the face and gets right up in Kannon’s.

Williams: You know something lets talk right now. You’ve done nothing but piss me off for the last few weeks and nothing’s going to change that. I’m going to tell you what you want to hear and make you happy….ok?

Kannon again ignores the guns and gets back in Williams face.

Kannon: OK!

Williams: You know how that delightfully refreshing Snapple is the official product of PCW?

Kannon: Of coarse I know how that thirst quenching heaven in a bottle beverage is the official drink of PCW….I am the spokesman for Snapple.

Williams: Good then let me make this real clear to you. I can careless about what religion you are because regardless you’re a first rate asshole with zero class and not much skill. You think you run this place hoss?? NOPE, that’s my job!!! So shut your f*cking mouth and quite crying before I get really pissed off. Snapple is the official drink of PCW…..Well The Church of Crunk is the official religion of PCW anything else is banned!!!!

Xavior gets red in the face. As Core gives the God of Crunk, Rush a high five.

Kannon: That is bullsh*t Williams. Why don’t you just come out and say it you hate Scientology

Duke turns bright red.

Williams: OK FINE I HATE SCIENTOLOGY!!!!!

Kannon: I knew it was true, HITLER!!

Kannon storms off as the rest of the Malice Crew calm Duke down.

Williams: That prick!!

We cut immediately and quickly to another part of the arena where Doc Healey is…

Brrrrrring!

“Yello?”

“Healey, you sorry excuse for a sack of cow flop! When I get my hands on you…”

The intrepid Doctor Rupert Healey jerks the cellular phone from his ear and holds it out at arm’s length as Duke William’s furious tirade pours forth.

Doc: “Bryce, take this thing.”

Bruce Hardesy, perpetual Healey lackey, scowls.

Bruce: “Bruce. It’s Bruce.”

Healey impatiently snaps his fingers.

Doc: “Do you have more money than I do? More power? Are you more handsome? No? Then you’re whoever the hell I tell you to be. Now take this thing, Susan!”

Grudgingly, Bruce takes the phone.

Doc: “Three steps back, Shirley.”

He tilts his head and listens.

Doc: “I can still hear him, ten more steps.”

Hardesy paces off. Doc nods in satisfaction.

Doc: “Much better.”

Cautiously Bruce puts the phone to his own ear.

Bruce: “It’s Duke Williams.”

Doc: “Who?”

Bruce: “That guy who’s paying you large sums of money?”

Doc shrugs.

Doc: “That could be anybody.”

Bruce: “He’s going on about… Rushmore? His accent is pretty hard to make out. No, it’s Rush and Core from PCW.”

Doc waves dismissively.

Doc: “Really, if you’re not going to specify, I don’t see how I’m supposed to remember.”

Bruce: “Stock prices down 5.4 points in the last twenty four hours… the entire female staff filing a class action sexual harassment lawsuit… the coins from the lobby fountain that were supposed to go to charity, missing… wrestlers protesting…”

Doc: “Nope, doesn’t ring any bells.”

Bruce: “His personal wet bar drained dry of bourbon…”

Doc: “Ah-HA! Duck Williams! I have him now. Give him my compliments on the brand. So it’s restocked already? Good. I can appreciate a man who can appreciate me appreciating his booze.”

Bruce: “Uhh… no.”

Doc: “Then why…? Oh, I see! Tell him he’s welcome. Owens Corning Fiberglass night IS a stroke of genius, I have to say, but he really should learn to expect such things from me. He’ll just have to restrain himself from thanking me all the time or else neither of us will get anything done!”

Bruce: “They had to turn the hoses on a local parents league... again. Something about corrupting the local youth.”

Doc: “Remind him to raise ticket prices that extra ten dollars. Free donated fiberglass doesn’t come cheap you know.”

Bruce: “There was quite a bit more structural damage from the fire in accounting than was originally estimated…”

Doc: “Hold that thought, I’m getting an idea here…”

Cut to the concession stand. A bored teenager mans the counter as a middle-aged man and his two children approach.

Man: “I’d like two Bobby Stormbringer T-shirts.”

Clerk: “That’ll be thirty five dollars apiece.”

Man: “Fair enough…”

He counts out the money and slaps it down on the table. With a quick motion, the clerk scoops it up and passes over the shirts.

Child1: “Daddy, I’m hungry!”

Child2: “I wanna popcorn!”

Child1: “Me too!”

Man: “Two small popcorns, please.”

Clerk: “That’ll be thirty five dollars apiece.”

Cut back to Healey.

Doc: “Genius.”

Bruce: “They found a pack of girl scouts beaten and robbed beneath the bleachers. Their cookies were gone too.”

Doc: ” Blah, blah, blah, mere details that I can’t be distracted with. File them under ‘L’ for later - I’m at a meeting. A little lower, Helga… ooooh that’s the spot, right there.”

The professional masseuse works Healey’s lower back with a skill normally reserved for artists or neurosurgeons. Duke’s tirade has not abated one whit as Bruce walks over to the lone filing cabinet in the room. Tugging open the drawer, he drops the still squawking cell phone in amongst all the others, most of which are making noises of one sort or another.

Doc: “Excellent.”

The typical opening for Turmoil. The fire. The city left in ruins as people run around. Among the wrestlers highlighted are the now fired Legend Inc., Xavier Kannon, the new Tag Team Champions Politically Incorrect, Tyler Nelson, and The Chef squaring off against Big Alan Steele.

The camera zooms around the inside of the America West Arena in Phoenix, Arizona showing variously different signs such as “Big Alan Steele Ate My Hamster” and others including “Bertha Stewart should be tagging with Elvis!”. The camera highlights one area where former PCW Wrestlers, Phoenix, Jay Phoenix, Scott Phoenix, John Phoenix, Phoenix the Jobber, Phoenix Williams and Pheo the Cat are standing. Security Guards with tranqs and stun guns arrive to deal with that problem.

We cut to the back hallways of the arena, where the insufferable Doctor Rupert Healey casually strolls along, with a girl on each arm and, remarkably, a bourbon held aloft. Behind him is the ever-present cache of cement-headed goons and pale-faced lawyers. Doc Healey is laughing along with the girls as he relates one of his stories.

Doc: “… and that’s how I created the theory of cold fusion, my little angels! Not that a single word of what I said soaked into those solid mahogany heads of yours.”

Girl: (giggling) “Oh you!”

A goon in dark sunglasses steps forward, tapping Healey on the shoulder. Doc turns and glares at the oaf, and his face flickers with a tinge of anger that is wiped away in an instant, revealing the smugness once again.

Doc: “Those losers? I fired them Sunday!! Give them a fist-beating and toss their carcasses in a dumpster somewhere. Now, ladies… have I told you how I single-handedly won the Vietnam War?”

Girls: (cooing) “Oooooh!”

The goon again steps up and taps Doc on the shoulder of his Armani suit. This time Healey whirls around, his eyes boring holes into the man, who steps back in fear. Doc gathers himself and takes a loooong pull on his bourbon. He slaps the blondie to his right on the ass and starts walking away, mired in toughs.

Doc: (straightening tie) “Sorry dolls. I have some work to tend to.”

We switch over to the announce table at last to join the intrepid team of Kern, Marx and Williams. Kern ruffles his hair for the camera, Duke pours himself a glass of forty year old bourbon and Marx tries to steal it.

**SLAP-ON-THE-ROCKS**

Dave: Here we are just five days away from Spring Fling and all hell is breaking loose… as they might say the Convicts are Running the Asylum!

Jeff: And Someone finally fired DA LACKEY!!!

Duke: I thought you liked Walden?

Jeff: I was starting to until he screwed over DA BOSS on Fusion.

“Full Nelson” by Limp Bizkit starts to play and Tyler Nelson accompanied by LeBlanc make their way down towards the ring.

Dave: Speaking of whom appears to be opening the show up for us tonight.

Jeff: Where’s DA THUG?

Duke: You mean Orpheus Grant?

Jeff: Ya DA THUG!

Dave: I guess we’ll just have to wait and see now.

The music dies out as Tyler paces around the ring with a mic in hand to the displeasure of the fans.

Tyler: I’ve come out here tonight to once again challenge the White Mexican to a match at Spring Fling. Time is running short so get your ass out here Mexi.

The crowd pops as “Pretty Fly Tequila Remix” starts to play but much like Fusion they are disappointed as Mexi does come out but he is slung over the shoulder of O.G.

Jeff: DA THUG!!

Dave: This is just disgusting, the man needs to be in a hospital to recover and they keep parading him out here like he’s a stuffed animal.

O.G. Tosses Mexi into the ring from the ground and climbs in himself as Le Blanc sets Mexi so he is standing in the ring corner.

Tyler: So Mexi do you accept my challenge?

Tyler confidently struts over to Mexi sticking the mouse literally into his face with a smirk.

Duke: This is uncalled for.

There is no response from Mexi as Nelson pulls the mic away.

Tyler: Just what I thought a yellow belly coward.

The crowd boos as Nelson spins around almost as if he expected Mexi to react to the insult. He laughs at himself, straightens his tie and resumes.

Tyler: Now what do I have to do to put you in a match with me at Spring Fling?

Dave: How about you start by letting him recover in a hospital!

Jeff: Shut up you don’t want to make him mad.

Tyler: What if we make the match No DQ? Is that what you want?

He pauses and stares into the closed eyes of Mexi and then shakes his head.

Tyler: Of course not you probably want the match in a cage too; so none of my “boys” can interfere right?

Again a pause and the only response is the boos growing louder from the crowd.

Tyler: (Grumbling) Fine you pride yourself in your incredibly high pain tolerance, so we’ll make it an I Quit Match Too! How’s this sound, one giant cage, one door the only way to win is make your opponent walk out the door? Huh? Whaddya say?

Nelson moves up close in Mexi’s face looking for him to give an indication to the match but of course there is none. He stands up and starts to pace angrily around the ring stopping just in front of OG and LeBlanc when he yells into the mic.

Tyler: HELL IF YOU WIN I’LL LEAVE PCW FOR GOOD!!!!!

The crowd gasps in silence as Nelson drops to his knees in a begging position.

Dave: I don’t believe what I’m seeing? Does Nelson want Mexi in a match that badly?

Jeff: If some guy made you lose everything you had, wouldn’t you want him that badly?

Dave: Good point.

Tyler: COME ON YOU BASTARD I’M BEGGIN YOU!!

The crowd goes into utter shock as Nelson drops to the ground and holds his face in his hands like he is crying.

Duke: I think Tyler may have finally snapped.

The crowd’s silence is broken by the sound of clapping as OG and LeBlanc applaud the performance given by their boss who isn’t crying but laughing.

Duke: That son of a bitch.

The crowd boos louder then they were before as Tyler springs to his feet with a cocky smile.

Tyler: Did you really think I’d beg this piece of shit? Better yet did you really think he would respond?

Tyler walks over to the corner with Mexi and slaps his face.

Tyler: He’s out cold, *SLAP* nothing I say *SLAP* or do is gonna change that. *SLAP*

Nelson spins around as the crowd starts to cheer. What he doesn’t realize is that with the last slap, Mexi’s eye’s shot open.

Dave: OH MY GOD MEXI’S AWAKE!!!!!

Jeff: Turn around Tyler!!!

Tyler steps toward OG and LeBlanc who both have a look of utter shock on their faces. Mexi stands up in the corner and waits for Tyler to slowly turn around and when he does he drops him to the mat with two words that have haunted Tyler.

Mexi: I’m BACK!!!!!!!

Nelson scrambles back into the corner on his hands an knees hiding behind his thugs.

Duke: I think Tyler’s about to piss himself.

Jeff: I couldn’t hear you over the roar of this crowd. Did you just say you had to piss yourself?

Duke: I did not!

Jeff: You shouldn’t have drank so much Whisky, just cross your legs and hold on.

The crowd is going ballistic as Mexi stares into the shocked faces of OG and LeBlanc and then down at Nelson who is in bigger shock hiding behind them.

Finally Tyler hits OG’s leg who snaps out of his trance and in turn hits LeBlanc on the arm snapping him out of his.

Dave: This looks like it’s going to turn ugly.

Mexi cracks his neck beckoning for the two men to approach as they slowly step towards him he holds his ground.

Duke: This is three on one and the one just woke from a coma.

Mexi looks his attackers back and force and they stop just inches away from him.

Jeff: Mexi is showing a lot of stupidity.

Dave: But no fear.

The two larger men growl waiting for Mexi to make a move but is move is way to quick as he drops to his knees and lands a right to OG’s groin and a left to LeBlanc’s doubling the two men over.

Duke: OOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!

Jeff: Nutcheck!!!!

Mexi springs back to his feet grabs both men around the heads and nails a double DDT leaving both men on the mat gasping for air and the pain in their loins to stop.

Duke: Now it’s one on one for a change.

Mexi sits up on the mat and stares ahead sadistically at Tyler Nelson who’s jaw is still dropped by the fact that Mexi is awake.

Jeff: Snap out of it Boss!

Finally Tyler does just that snapping out of the trance and sliding out of the ring running away while glancing back at the smiling Mexican.

Jeff: Those that run away live to fight another day.

Duke: I just call it cowardice.

Mexi raises a hand into the air…

Mexi: TEQUILA~!!!!!

The crowd cheers as “Pretty Fly Tequila Remix” plays once again.

Dave: What a start to Turmoil, The White Mexican is out of his coma and has just sent a message to Tyler Nelson, in just five days we will have Spring Fling but will these two have a match signed by then? We’ll be back with the rest of Turmoil after these messages.

((Commercial: In-Carders. Mexi complained about a lack of them three weeks back and now we have more of them than matches. Good show because they make a good show.))

Doc Healey frowns as he steps over one of his unconscious men in the hallway. He looks over at one of the back entrances to the arena, wide open with one of the doors nearly torn clean from the hinges, swinging wildly. At least half a dozen men lie in various states of hurt on the floor, all paid employees of the Doctor. Outside, the sounds of a fight echo into the arena, as well as a familiar catchphrase…

“Hi-Keeba!”

Healey snaps his fingers and his men file in around him as he steps through the door into the parking area.

SMACK!

Bobby Stormbringer finishes off a besuited goon with a wicked uppercut, snapping the man’s head back and making him fall out cold before he hits the ground. Legend Inc. is standing over his own comatose form, as well as Big Alan Steele. Another half a dozen bodies litter the garage. Everyone stops at the arrival of Healey, each of the three men fixated on the reason for their current contractual situations.

Healey steps forward and… grins? He holds his drink high and speaks.

Doc: “Gentlemen! It is good to see you all so soon after Sunday evening! And I thought we should never see each other again. Is there something I can help you with?”

BAS: “Indeed, foul spawn of Hades! You have desecrated the most holy of sporting spectacles! We demand retribution, for we have matches yon eve of utmost importance! Hi-Keeba!”

Legend: “Yes. For once the moron here has spoken valid words. We shall not leave the premises until these wrongful firings are reversed.”

BS: “Yeah… what they said. And if you don’t…”

Stormbringer grinds a palm into his fist while nodding at the unmoving goons scattered in the parking lot.

The Doctor smiles warmly and takes a sip of bourbon.

Doc: “But my dear friends… that is impossible. You don’t have PCW contracts, so I can’t legally allow you to wrestle, even if I wanted to. And I don’t. At least not at the salaries you were earning.”

BAS: (growling) “Money is of NO concern…”

Doc: (gleefully) “Then it is settled.”

Three lawyers silently glide next to Healey, holding out new PCW contracts. The Doc grins and gestures grandly to the papers.

Doc: “I think you’ll find these new reduced salary contracts more that legally binding, allowing you to continue in PCW unfettered. Of course, THESE contracts aren’t as lucrative as the one’s offered Sunday, but that, as they say, is how the cookie crumbles.”

Legend: “It isn’t about the money…”

BS: “It’s about our principles, and the respect we’ve earned through decades of wrestling!”

Doc: (waving and turning to go) “Hmmm. Well then. Principles are difficult to live off of, or eat, but at least you’ll have them! Boys, don’t let these miscreants near the wrestling ring tonight… and try to break the important bones if you can.”

Legend: “What if we were to just go right through you and your men and wrestle tonight anyways, huh? I doubt you could stop us.”

Stormbringer grins and takes a step forward. Steele also flexes menacingly and starts towards the door. The goons around Healey bristle, readying for a fight. Doc holds up both hands and steps back behind the relative safety of his men.

Doc: “Hold it! Hold it! There’s no need for such vulgar displays of violence!”

BAS: “Then speak, foul one, and allow us access to the gladiatorial arena at hand!”

Doc: “I’m feeling generous tonight. How about we make a little… wager.”

The three wrestlers’ eyebrows arch in contemplation. Healey rubs his hands together.

Doc: “Well, I’m no good at poker, as you gentlemen have called the bluff of my security measures. However, I do enjoy a good game of dice. I shall offer you all one-night contracts: it’ll keep scheduling up to date and keep those slack-jawed troglodytes in the arena happy to see you idiots. But, you’ll be wrestling not for money this evening, but your very futures in PCW. Should you win your match, 7-11. You get your old contracts reinstated and at your old pay scales. But should you LOSE…”

BS: “Go on…”

Doc: “Should you lose, it’s SNAKE-EYES! You wrestle for PCW under contracts arranged entirely by my lawyers at half of the Sunday offer. That would put your wages at roughly 25% of your original.”

Legend: “And if we lose and refuse to sign?”

Doc: “Well, there will be the little matter of my legal department. And I hear that the local Sewer Authority is hiring.”

BS: “I get the feeling like most back room dice games, your dice are loaded.”

Doc: “What’s the matter, gents? Not confident in your abilities? Afraid of what could happen should your skill fail you? What happened to the big, tough, strong men that just ran through my hired help?”

BAS: (thumping chest) “We fear no man! We accept your proposal! Hi-Keeba!”

BS: “Yeah. I’m in.”

Legend: “Hand over the single match contracts.”

Doc: (rubbing hands together) “Excellent!”

The camera cuts back to the announce desk where Kern looks flabbergasted and Marx looks like a smark.

Jeff: Go on, sell the premise, it’s what you’re paid peanuts for. Quality over Quantity sitting right here baby!

Dave: Shush. You heard it folks, if Legend Inc, Bobby Stormbringer and Big Alan Steele don’t win tonight then they are out! All out!

Jeff: In order to prevent Dave from over selling this anymore, let’s head to Clay for the match.

Clay: The following is............

Clay Clayborne does a doubletake, then stares at his cuecard.

Clay: The following is a VP-C written last minute he just remembered this was given to him and he doesn't have much time bloodbath, and will be TO THE DEATH...........yes that is written in capital letters.

Clay shrugs............then hunches over in pain.

Clay: YEAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!!!!

A vapor emerges from Clayborne's back............then solidifies, revealing VP-C wearing a referee's shirt. He snaps his fingers and Andy Murray appears out of nowhere. Again and Shawn Mosely does the same, looking mighty confused.

VP-C: Let's get it on.

The bell rings..............Murray and Mosely close in on each other. They tie up collar and elbow and struggle for position.

Duke: Come on hoss, JC's retired, we don't need this crap.

The referee looks over, points at Duke. A bolt of lightning flies from his finger, and in a puff of smoke the commentator turns into a frog.

Jeff: That'll teach you to compare DA MAN to Ladyknox.

In the ring Mosely shoves Murray into the corner...............charges but Andy gets his boots up. AM then hops to the top rope, jumps but gets caught with a Mosely powerslam ONTO A BED OF NAILS!!!!!!!!!

Dave: Where the bloody hell did THAT come from!?

Jeff: Don't knock the random appearence of sharp objects, Dave.

Dave: (Looking at Duke) I guess I won't.

Duke: (Croaks)

Andy Murray howls in pain as Mosely covers. One............two..........Murray somehow kicks out!

Dave: Andy Murray is one tough customer!

Mosely pulls Andy to his feet, rears back for a punch but Murray cuts him off with a punch of his own. Murray then hits a series of quick punches, in swift fashion reducing Mosely's face to a bloody pulp.

Jeff: Damn, this kid's packing some power.

Murray looks at his fists, to find he suddenly is wearing a pair of spiked brass knuckles.

Dave: Or not.

Andy looks over to VP-C, who merely shrugs............Mosely takes advantage of the distraction to spear Murray all the way out of the ring INTO A WAITING PIRAHNA TANK!!!!!!!!!

Crowd: PCW! PCW! PCW! PCW! PCW! PCW! PCW!

Dave: OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!!!!!!

A bolt of lighting hits, the mysterious Jerry Maguire Kid appears.

JMK: Who dares..........

Dave: Ah can it kid.

JMK: Bah.

Mosely surfaces from the water filled tank...........then realizing where he is struggles to get the hell out of it. He does, then turns as Murray tries to do the same.

Jeff: DIE DIE DIE!

VP-C: DIE DIE DIE!

Duke: (Ribbits)

Andy Murray finally pulls himself out, but the entire right side of his body is bleeding heavily from pirrahna bites. He limps over to Mosely, who hooks him up and nails a DDT ONTO A CAST IRON SKILLET!!!!!!!!!

Dave: Uh, a skillet?

Jeff: Just go along with it, please.

Dave: Bah.

Murray lays unconscious..............smirking, Mosely pulls him up. He goes for a piledriver, only for Murray to low blow him, pick him up and hit the SOULWOUND INTO THE PIRAHNA FILLED WATER!!!!!!!!!

Crowd: PCW! PCW! PCW! PCW! PCW! PCW! PCW! PCW!

Murray attempts to climb out of the water, but something catches his foot. He looks down to see a live alligator has caught onto his ankle and is currently in the process of knawing on it.

Duke: (Gribbits)

Andy kicks in pain trying to get the gator off him.............this allows Mosely to clamber out, flip over the edge of the water tank and DDT him to the concrete floor! Murray hangs there over the edge with his foot still in the gator's mouth, out cold.............Mosely grabs his arm and puts him in a modified fujiwara armbar. VP-C wanders over, raises Murray's free arm once.............twice...............three times.

THE WINNER OF THE MATCH..................SHAWN MOSELY!!!!!!!!!!!

Dave: That match was…. Disturbing.

Jeff: And you expect what else from VP-C Productions?

Dave: Let’s head to a commercial… and pray to god it wasn’t made by VP-C Productions either.

Duke: Wait, we’ve got a camera team out the back and they’ve reported in.

Jeff: Jesus, they’re busy tonight… did the donuts or something run out? Don’t tell me they drank all the coffee and left none for me, I NEED my coffee.

The camera panned around suddenly we heard a childish voice, get louder and louder. Suddenly it was so close that it was defening.

"WE'RE HERE, WE'RE HERE, WE'RE FINALLY, FINALLY HERE!" shouted someone or something.

The camera's pulled away a bit showing Christopher V Knight jumping up and down outside his and brother's lockeroom. "OPEN IT, OPEN IT!" Chris shouted to his brother.

Teddy grabbed the key from his pocket and he walked in, it was dark and no lights were on inside. He thew his bags down onto the sofa and looked around, he smiled to himself pleased with the outcome of what being in PCW gives you. "A dingy lockeroom" he thought to himself laughing. Chrishtopher was stood outside though, he couldn't even move a muscle he just stood there looking in.

"What's wrong with you?" asked Teddy. Chris looked at him "It's just like high school, bro!" he said. Teddy wounderd what the hell was going on in his brothers head. "What do you mean?" he continued. "It's like when we first had soccer practise, it was all dark and gloomy and nothing seemed right, next thing you know i was pummled by someone!" he said. Teddy looked on, and turned Christopher around and walked with him to the coffee machine.

"Dude, dude, dude. It's not going to happen" he said, as he grabbed the coffee that had just dropped out of the machine. Teddy now picked up Christopher's bag and threw it in. He let Chris go in, suddenly the light
came on by itself. "ARGHHHHHHHHHHH" wailed Chris as he cried out loud. "NO, NO, NO, NO! NOT AGAIN!" cried Chris as behind him Teddy laughed at the joke that was being played on him.

Standing there slapping Chris was The Pharoah, Pharoah looked over at Teddy and laughed. Mark then stopped and looked at Chris. Teddy walked over to Chris now and looked at him. "It's ok Chris, just a joke. Look it's Pharoah!" he said. Christopher looked up and his eyes opened he looked at Pharoah. "HI PHAROAH!" he laughed as he lunged at Pharoah with a hug. Pharoah moved out of the way, and held Chris off and looked at Teddy.

"This wasn't part of the deal!" stomped Pharoah. Chris looked on not knowing that it was just a plan to make him happy, nobody really likes him.
"Are we done now?" asked Pharoah. Teddy laughed and grabbed 100 dollars out of his pocket. "Yeah here you go!". Pharoah pulled the money from Teddy's hand and shined it up to the light. Christopher looked over at Teddy.

"WHERE DID YOU GET THAT, MONEY WONEY FROM, TEDDY?" he asked tapping his foot. "I sold your bass!" Teddy laughed. "OK...HEY!" screamed Chris. Both guys began to argue as the scene faded out and the camera cuts back to the announce team.

Jeff: They’re drinking my coffee. I NEED my coffee.

PCW Hall of Fame wrestler, Frisco, struts down the arena hallway, as always his face contorted in anger. He passes a pillar, where on the other side, Doctor Rupert Healey is casually leaning against the column, looking into his glass of bourbon.

Doc: “Hola Senor Frisco! Espero que usted se esté sintiendo bien para mí tenga un favor a pedir. Le recompensarían bien!”

Frisco stops, intrigued by the words.

Frisco: “You speak Spanish fluently! How has this come to be, eh?”

Doc: (smiling) “I’m part Latin, you know?”

Frisco: “Oh? Specifically which Latin nationality runs through your veins?”

Doc: “Up-state New York. Now, if you are interested, I have a proposition for you…”

Frisco rubs his chin before smiling and walking over to the pillar.

Jeff: GODDAMMIT!!! COFFEEE!!!! COFEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Dave: Let’s cut to a break while Jeff gets his caffeine fix.

((Comercial: VP-C Productions when you want the finest in…. ARGGGGGGHHHH NOT THE FACE!!!! NOT THE FACE!!!! NOOOOO!!!! NOT THE TONGAN TONGUE DEATH GRIP!!!!! NOOOOOO!!!!!! NOT FLAMETORCHING MY ANUS!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!! Thank you and visit www.vpcproductions.net for more details.))

We get back to the announce team where they all look rather stony faced. In fact Duke even looks stony faced while he pours himself a glass of forty year old bourbon.

Dave: That got worse.

Jeff: I find my agreeing.

Dave: I hear we have some commotion out the back, so let’s head there right now.

Cameras go backstage where Juan Borro is seen in Chef's locker room, sitting down and exchanging wine with one another.

Chef: Juan I'm disappointed in you.

Juan drops his glass and turns away.

Juan: I knew you were going get at this and I know what it's about. Chef, were both adults, I don't know how you can look down at my actions on Sabotage.

Chef: It was wrong Juan. Those are the people that try to put us down, and in front of the whole world, you two walk around like good old buddies. Fine, if you do it on your own time, but you brought the whole team and us down with it.

Juan: How am I bringing you down?

Chef: Because we don't do things like that.

Juan: Why do we have to hate others?

Chef: We don't hate others, we hate those who hate us and these people hate us. The same arrogant ways of this country are still going on in Afghanistan.

Juan: Oh come on Chef, just because the politics is wrong doesn't mean everyone is that way.

Chef approaches Juan and whispers in his ear.

Chef: Just think back to the way these people treated your people when they first came here, all of the ridicule, blood, and harassment. I guess you people are still kissing up to the Americans. You're just another slave to them. Now get out of here and do what's right?

Chef goes over and opens the door signaling for Juan to get out. Juan gives Chef a dirty look and leaves.

Duke: I’m sensing some dissention on the ranks there.

Dave: They’re probably all scared for their jobs. Juan was one half of the tag champs, I’m sure that brings a big salary… I’d be trying to take others out to reduce the company salary bill if I thought I was going to be fired. Luckily I get paid less than Jeff here, so my job is safe.

Jeff: Bah, I get paid for quality not quantity.

Dave: Whatever you say rich boy Next up we’ve got a tag team match up pitting two rebellious Skaters against…um…two other guys!

Jeff: Very eloquent Kern…

Dave: Oh yeah!?!? Well you use the Hank, Hank I Say~! Quote way too often!

Dave: Fellas, let’s not bicker over who’s worse at commentating, let’s just slap Marx!

SMACK!!!

Jeff: Owww… and to think I used to like doing that to Steven

Dave: (Not sighing for once) Well they say turnabout is fair play, so let’s head over to Clay with the announcements!

Clay: The following contest is a tag team match up and is scheduled for one fall!

“If You C Jordan” by Something Corporate plays over the loudspeakers as Suburban Uprising skate their way to the ring.

Clay: Introducing first, at a total combined weight of 473 pounds, the team of Teddy and Christopher V Knight…SU-BUR-BAN UPRIIIIISSSSIIIIINNNGGG!!!

Both men park their skateboards by the apron and roll under the bottom rope into the ring.

“Stress” by Godsmack blasts over the PA system as SoA walks down the aisle.

Clay: And now, at a total combined weight of 496 pounds, the team of Big Daveylicious and Mike Frampton…SENSATION OF ANNHIHILLLAAATTTIIIOOOONNNN!!!

Dave: Let’s get this party started!!!

Referee Buzz Meacham signals for the bell, DING! DING! DING!

Big D and Teddy start off with a tie up. Big D musters some strength and pushes Teddy back, Daveylicious then charges at Teddy and drops him to the mat with a HUGE CLOTHESLINE!!! Big D then showboats for the crowd, prompting a not so mutually happy response.

The Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Jeff: Let the man flex!

Dave: He’s no Dino Bravo, I’ll tell you that!

Duke sighs.

Big D tags in Frampton, who quickly runs into the ring and starts pounding on Teddy with some forearms and double axe handles. Frampton then yanks Teddy up by his hair and whips him to the ropes. Frampton goes for a clothesline, but Teddy ducks the attack, springs off the ropes and NAILS FRAMPTON WITH A FLYING CLOTHESLINE!!! Frampton immediately gets right back up only to get PLANTED ON THE CANVAS WITH A DDT!!!

Dave: The little punk is on fire!

Crowd: Ted-DY! Ted-DY! Ted-DY!

Teddy runs to his team’s side and tags in Chrisopher, who hops over the top rope and taps the canvas with his left foot, probably setting up for a superkick! Frampton stands back up, woozy from the DDT, and turns around…

Jeff: Don’t turn…oh, he already did…

Duke: That’s one sorry looking varmint right there!

Chris comes charging with the kick, but Frampton DUCKS the attack, quickly locks his arms around Knight, and TOSSES HIM OVER HIS HEAD WITH A RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!!!

Dave: What a move by Frampton!

Crowd: OOOOOOOooooo!

Frampton covers Chris…1……2……SHOULDER UP!!!

Dave: Oh! So close!

Jeff: Geez, someone end this jobberfest now!

Frampton walks over and tags in Big D. Daveylicious then walks back over to Chris and hoists the youngster back up. He scoops up Knight, slams him into the turnbuckle and PLANTS HIM ONTO THE CANVAS WITH AN OKLAHOMA SLAM!!! Another cover….1……2…..SAVE BY TEDDY!!!

Jeff: Ugh…

Duke: They are resourceful varmints, I’ll tell ya what…

Teddy hammers at Big D with a barrage of lefts and rights, he whips Daveylicious to the ropes, as Daveylicious comes back, Teddy charges forward with a POWAY PLANT…NO!!! BIG D DUCKS AND TEDDY NAILS MEACHAM!!! Buzz drops like a box of rocks to the canvas!

Dave: Uh oh, no ref, no rules!

Duke: The varmint factor is now 3x the normal level Hoss!

During this in ring chaos, Chris has rolled outside and grabbed both skateboards. He rolls back in, but is met by Frampton, who greets him with a hard right to the jaw! Chris accidentally drops his board as Big D and Teddy begin to brawl as well!

Dave: There is total chaos in the ring!

Frampton goes for a big right on Chris, but the agile youngster ducks the punch, quickly picks up his dropped board and SMACKS FRAMPTON OVER THE HEAD WITH IT!!!

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOooooo!

Dave: That’s gotta hurt!

Jeff: Brain cell check!

Big Daveylicious counters a punch by Teddy with a kick to the gut, he then sets up Knight for a DAVEYLICIOUS BOMB!!! Chris runs towards Teddy, seeing him in danger.

Jeff: Finally…

Chris tosses the board up and TIMES IT PERFECTLY, DROPKICKING DAVEYKICIOUS IN THE BACK OF THE HEAD WITH A SKATEBOARD HEAD SHOT!!!

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooo!

Big D staggers around the ring, letting go of Teddy, who quickly capitalizes by NAILING DAVEYLICIOUS WITH A POWAY PLANT SUPERKICK!!! Chris cover Big D. Teddy smacks referee Buzz Meacham in the face a few times to revive him….

Duke: That reminds me!

SMACKABYADUKEAWILLIAMSA!!!

Jeff: Ouch!

Meacham slowly counts…..1……….2……….3!!!!

Winners: Suburban Uprising by pinfall Time: 3:45

Jeff: Thank god…

Dave: Well Suburban Uprising won this battle, and is now on their way up the ladder to the Tag Team Titles!

Jeff: Only because Duke is getting everyone else fired…. Soon we’ll have to rehire Stewart Hix because he works for peanuts… well hash, but it tastes like peanuts.

Duke: Will you stop talking about nuts please, you are a sick, sick individual, hoss.

Dave: Let’s go to a commercial, I need a Preparation H!!

Suddenly, the lights in the arena shut off. Moments pass. nothing but silence.

Jeff: What the hell's going on here?

Dave: I dunno, but I think we're about to find out!

Jeff: And Dave is about to oversell once again!

Duke: And Jeff is about to get a slap?

Jeff: What?

**OVER USED SLAPPETH**

A dim red light glows in the entranceway atop the ramp. Smoke envelops the stage and bellows upward towards the rafters. The JumboTron flashes scenes from the swamplands of Louisiana. A gator slithers down the bank and disappears into the marsh. Cypress trees draped in Spanish moss rise out of the murky swamp... A Blue Heron sits perched innocently atop a stump. suddenly a huge gator explodes out of the water, crushing the giant bird in its deadly jaws. Scene then cuts to a prison cell slowly opening. Camera focuses in on the PCW Extreme Title. Camera pans out to reveal the "Swamp Dawg" Karl LeBlanc. He is sitting in the darkened cell with his PCW title belt slung over his shoulder. LeBlanc looks up and glares into the camera. He grits his teeth and lets out a thunderous roar. with that, pyrotechnics explode across the stage. Sirens wail throughout the arena while searchlights pan the crowd. "Wanted Dead or Alive" kicks on over the speakers.

Dave: And here he is, folks! PCW's extreme champion. Karl LeBlanc!

Jeff: That's right! The belt's back around his waist where it belongs! Thank God he took it away from that sorry-ass jobber Jason Core!

Duke: Easy now hoss. you know J-Core is part of my Malice Crew. Don't make me jerk a half-inch out of your ass! And besides everyone knows that LeBlanc is a ripoff of the much talented Prisoner… damn what’s the number again?

Dave: Well, no matter how you slice it, LeBlanc in fact defeat Jason Core last Friday on Fusion to become a two-time Extreme Champ.

LeBlanc is led to the ring by "The Warden" Jack Riley and a host of armed prison guards. They slowly walk down the ramp towards the ring.

Dave: Wait a minute. look at this. here comes "OG" Orpheus Grant. He's following the entourage into the ring!

Warden Riley grabs a mic.

Warden: Hellllloooo, Phoenix! I'm sure you all were watching this past Friday when this man (points to LeBlanc) pinned Jason Core 1-2-3 to recapture our Extreme Title.

Crowd boos

Warden: I don't know what you people are booing about. LeBlanc did you a favor by taking that belt away from that undeserving sissy Jason Core.

Crowd boos louder. Warden gets pissed and kicks the bottom rope. OG takes the microphone from The Warden

OG: The Swamp Dawg is IN DA HOUSSEEEE!!!! What up all you G's and playa haters out dere? I guess you all be wonderin' what da f*ck OG is doin' hangin' wit Karl LeBlanc? Well, let OG 'splain sumpin here.
First, OG likes to chill wit other niggas. 'specially dose dat are bad mutha f*ckers like Swamp here. Second, I feel like dis brutha needs OG. and I always willin' to help a brutha out.

Warden Riley: That's exactly right. I'm man enough to admit that I couldn't get through to LeBlanc. he needed a push from someone he could relate to. That's where Orpheus came in. and I think it goes without
saying that LeBlanc has been a different man since OG came along. LeBlanc is now meaner, nastier, badder, and blacker ever since Orpheus has become his "trainer."

Dave: What? OG is now LeBlanc's trainer?

OG: Well, I don't know if "trainer" be da right word Warden. I would say more like "big brutha." We gonna go to war togetha. beat a lot of ass togetha. chase a lot of pussy togetha.

OG chuckles, LeBlanc nods his head in approval

Warden: And what a great job Orpheus has done so far. Already, the title belt is back home around Swamp's waist. And what a heroic effort LeBlanc put forth last Friday when he beat Jason Core's ass 1-2-3 in this very ring!

Suddenly, "It's Goin Down" by X-Ecutioners blares over the PA

Dave: It's The Rush. Jason Core's partner!

Duke: And card-carrying member of my Malice Crew, hoss.

Jeff: What's this jobber doing messing up a perfectly good promo?

Dave: I guess he doesn't take kindly to these guys talking bad about J-Core? Or maybe he wants to talk about his role in the big Six Pack Challenge at Spring Fling!!!

The Rush: Alright, I've heard about enough! How can you three stooges be proud of that victory over Jason Core? That was the cheapest win I've ever seen! If it weren't for Big Daveyliscious interfering and
suplexing Core onto that steel chair, LeBlanc WOULD NOT be the Extreme Champ right now.

OG: Bullsh*t, biatch! Don't you be stickin' yo nose in diss. Diss is between Core and LeBlanc. so stay out of it!

Rush: You're one to talk! Why don't you let LeBlanc speak for himself. He's a big boy. why does everyone else have to do his talking for him?

Jeff: Good point.

Duke: That's my boy!

Warden: Shut up you dumb bastard. LeBlanc is perfectly capable of talking for himself. He just chooses not to because bad ass SOB's like him can do whatever they want.

Rush: I don't think he's such a bad ass!

LeBlanc erupts in anger after that comment and has to be restrained by the armed guards.

Rush: You don't wanna mess with The Rush boy. I'm the Greatest Man Alive. I'll get crunk all over your sorry ass!

OG: Alright, mutha f*cka. why don't you put your money where your mouth is. bring it on down here and we'll both beat da sh*t outta you.

Rush: I don't think so. but how about a one-on-one match. Me vs. LeBlanc. Extreme title-match. TONIGHT???

Warden: You want it? (Turns toward LeBlanc) Swamp, what do ya say?

LeBlanc tries to break free from the guards' hold and run up the ramp towards Rush

Warden: I think that's a definite YES! You're on!

Dave: Holy Cow! It looks like we're gonna have a no holds barred Extreme Title match, right here tonight on Turmoil!

Jeff: Can we finally get that commercial, I really want a cup of coffee.

Dave: We’ll be right back after the break with this newly announced Extreme Title match!

Duke: Wait, Doc is reporting in out the back… not that it’s a good thing or anything because I can see already where this evening is going.

The Chef can be seen strolling the back halls of the arena, arm-n-arm with his dearly beloved wife Bertha. Doctor Rupert Healey is walking from the opposite direction with his usual assortment of hangers-on, a wry smile etched into his already smug face. Chef curtly nods as Healey passes, the Doctor leaning in close as he goes on by.

Doc: (whispering) “Sonja…”

The Chef stops suddenly, his eyes opened wide in amazement. He turns around, right into the smile of Doc Healey.

Chef: “Did you say… Sonja?’

Doc: (picking at fingernail) “Indeed. You know of her?”

Chef: (blurting) “Any chef who is any chef knows of Sonja! She’s a masterpiece! Only one of her kind! The rarest of the rare!”

Bertha: “Yo bitch! Youse best not be f***ing around on my a**!!”

Chef: (breathless) “No, my sweet! Sonja is a fish plucked from the Black Sea found to produce only the FINEST caviar the world has ever come to know! So exquisite, so delicious, entire countries have gone to war for her delicacies! She produces a mere 3 pounds annually! Grown men weep at the fruits of her labors!”

Doc: “And besides, milady, how can anyone run around on a perfect specimen such as yourself?”

Chef: (shaking) “I’d do ANYTHING to get a sample of that caviar!”

Doc: (interested) “Anything?”

Chef: “ANYTHING!!”

Doc: “You… did say anything, correct? What if I were to tell you that I may be able to obtain some of Sonia’s caviar?”

The Chef faints

Doc: “Excellent!”

Dave: Gah, let’s just get to that commercial.

((Commercial: Karl LeBlanc… not a ripoff of Prisoner whatsit’snumber. Official Website: http://www.tpiworld.com/wrestling/leblanc.htm))

Dave: And here we go. it's time for our impromptu, no holds barred, PCW Extreme Title bout!

Jeff: Could you weave one more adjective into that last sentence, Dave?

Dave: The Rush, a key member in Duke's Malice Crew, has challenged the "Swamp Dawg" and tonight will have a chance to capture his first PCW title!

Duke: I've gotta good feelin' about this one, hoss! Rush Mason is one tough hombre.

"It's Goin Down" by X-Ecutioners begins to play over the loud speakers. The words "Malice-Crew" flash across the JumboTron. Rush Mason emerges wearing black jeans and a blue cap. "Crunkosity" flashes across the JumboTron.

Ring Announcer, Clay: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the PCW Extreme Championship!!! Introducing first. From Reidsville, NC. weighing in at 260 lbs. he is part of The Malice Crew. he is the "Crunk as Hell God". he is RRRRRRush Masonnnnn!!!

Duke: It's time to bring the Bacon back to The Malice Crew!

Jeff: The bacon???

Duke: The title belt dumbass. the title belt.

Ring Announcer, Clay: And his opponent.

Lights go out. Darkness falls across the arena. Smoke fills the entrance way. The entrance video rolls on the JumboTron showing pictures of the Louisiana swamplands. "Wanted Dead or Alive" begins
playing over the speakers. Sirens wail. Cell doors slam shut. Searchlights pan the crowd.

Dave: Here we go!

Jeff: Don’t sound Gay Dave, don’t sound Gay!

Ring Announcer, Clay: Hailing from Lake Charles, Louisiana. Weighing 332 lbs. he is accompanied by "The Warden" Jack Riley. he is the reigning PCW Extreme Champion. the "Swamp Dawg" Karl LeeeeeeBlanc!!!

The 6'9" LeBlanc towers above the 10-man entourage of security guards that escort him to the ring.

Dave: The Warden removes LeBlanc's shackles, and here we go! The two men circle each other in the ring.

Jeff: I'm getting dizzy.

Dave: They lock up. LeBlanc breaks the hold with a knee lift. LeBlanc whips Rush into the ropes. Rush ducked the clothesline! He springs off the opposite rope and catches LeBlanc with a flying forearm!

Jeff: The champ staggers backwards against the ropes!

Dave: Rush connects with a series of right hands. he has LeBlanc reeling! Rush slams LeBlanc's head into the turnbuckle. Once. twice. thr-NO! LeBlanc blocks it and now slams Rush into the turnbuckle! The
Rush falls backwards onto the mat. LeBlanc steps on his face and grinds his boot into Rush's face!

Duke: Come on ref!

Jeff: It's no holds barred, Dukey!

Dave: LeBlanc rolls out of the ring. He's coming over here! LeBlanc grabs our monitor. he hurls it into the ring and it shatters over the head of Rush Mason! The Rush has been split open! LeBlanc now looking
under the ring for something. A pitchfork!!! A pitchfork!!! My God, LeBlanc has a damn pitchfork!

Jeff: Sweet! Kill him!

Dave: LeBlanc rolls into the ring. He swings the pitchfork but Rush ducks. Rush hits LeBlanc with a low blow. Rush now picks up the pitchfork. He drives the pitchfork right into the calf of the Swamp
Dawg!

Crowd: PCW! PCW! PCW!

Dave: My God! He just stabbed LeBlanc! Blood is spewing out of the champion. LeBlanc is writhing in pain.

Jeff: I think I'm gonna go take a piss while this abortion of a match is on!

Duke: It's no holds barred, hosses!

Jeff: So they said.

Dave: We could have a new champion! Rush goes for the pin! Wait a minute. what's this? Look. up on the JumboTron! It's Rush's girlfriend, Melanie. She's still being held hostage by OG, The Warden,
and LeBlanc! Here we see Melanie. OG is holding her by the hair of the head. She's tied up and crying. Rush springs to his feet and looks up at the JumboTron.

Orpheus Grant (over the loud speaker): Lookie what I gots Rush. Is diss yo whore? Well, she's mine now, nigga. Ha, Ha, ha. She may not like me much right now. but I'm gonna f*ck her til she loves me! Melanie continues to sob. Her black eye make-up runs down her face.

OG: You wonderin' why her hair's all wet? Cuz everytime she disrespects, I hold her down while the Swamp Dawg pisses all over her!

Dave: My God you've got to be kidding me? This is the sickest thing I've ever witnessed. What's wrong with these men?

Suddenly, while Rush's attention is turned towards the JumboTron, he is attacked from behind.

Dave: It's OG! He came out of the crowd! He's beating the living hell out of Rush. LeBlanc on his feet now. blood still pouring out of his injured calf. LeBlanc impervious to the pain. The two stomping away on Rush Mason. They're beating the snot out of him!

Duke: Where's my Malice Crew? Somebody help Rush!

Dave: Here comes Jason Core! He's here to save The Rush! Core hits the ring and all HELL is breaking loose! The four men battling it out. Fists are flying all over the place. This has absolutely boiled over!
I've never seen such hatred among four wrestlers!

Jeff: Oh, hell! Look. here comes Badge and Big Daveyliscious! They want in on the action!

Dave: It's a preview of Spring Fling!!! These six men have started early! They can't wait for the Six Pack Challenge, they wanna get it on NOW!!!

Jeff: There's more blood in the ring than on a slaughter house floor. Steel chairs are everywhere!

Dave: Big D hits Jason Core with an implant DDT! LeBlanc drives The Rush through the damn table with the Louisiana Lockdown! I can't keep up with it all! OG rams a broomstick into the throat of Badge!
Security hits the ring! They're trying to pull these men apart!!! My God, what's it gonna be like when these six mad men meet again at Spring Fling??? Don't go away folks. we're gonna try to get this under
control. we'll be right back after this break!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

((Commercial: PCW Spring Fling on Sunday April the 7th. See the stars of PCW before they all get fired.))

Dave: Well that was solemn.

Jeff: Bah. My job is safe, whoever heard of a commentary team of two people… right?

The two other commentators both look at Jeff as he looks back rather nervously.

Dave: Let's go backstage, where Rent-A-Hero seems to be getting interviewed.

The scene goes backstage where Rent-A-Hero is standing with Cal Seaver about to give the public some scoop.

Cal Seaver: So Rent-A-Hero it seems you have been having many confrontation with International Incident member Juan Borro, can you tell us about it.

Rent-A-Hero: You see International Incident is the biggest scum in this here federation. Juan Borro is the one responsible for bringing this monstrosity to PCW, and I will be the one to end it. Also may I add...

Suddenly before Rent-A-Hero can finish his sentence Juan comes charging at Rent-A-Hero spearing him to the ground.

Dave: Looks like were about to see a good old brawl. Juan is still II scum that can't be trusted.

Duke: Right when we thought he was coming to the good side, too.

Juan kicks RAH in the stomach a few times while he's down. He then goes off and grabs a pretzel from the pretzel stands, backstage.

Dave: Oh no! Don't do it Juan, our president almost died when a pretzel attacked him.

Jeff: I don't think he's going to use it to fight idiot.

Juan sits on the stand and munches away on the pretzel as RAH gets back to his feet. RAH finally gets up and charges at Juan who uses his quickness to pull out a tray from behind him, which RAH charges head first into.

Dave: This isn't looking too good for Rent-A-Hero.

Juan does a little dance around RAH as the crowd boos. Juan then takes out the Portuguese flag he brought with him as the crowd boos some more. RAH gets to his feet as Juan takes a swing as him with the flagpole. RAH ducks and runs over to the corner where he grabs an American by one of the stadium entrances. Juan runs after him but is met by an American flag pole straight to his face.

Dave: That's got to hurt Juan. It looks like these two are about to battle each other using their flags.

The two men tip toe around one another with flags in their hand, using there flags almost as if they were sword in a sword fight. RAH swings but Borro blocks and takes RAH off his feet with a leg sweep. He goes over ready to strike, but RAH reacts quickly and kicks Borro between the legs causing him to drop to the ground.

Dave: GOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLL~!!!!!!!!!!

Jeff: Don’t be so gay.

The crowd explodes in cheers as RAH gets to his feet and knocks Juan around with the flag.

**Smack-A-Borro**

Juan dodges one of the strikes, and runs off into the second tier of the stadium in front of the fans. The fans boo Juan, but when RAH shows up the crowd cheers. RAH pauses and takes in the cheers, but it gives Juan the times to regroup. RAH goes after Juan and the two exchange blows. Juan knees RAH to the chest, and then whips him across a row on seats. Juan then goes after him running quickly on the tops of seats without losing his balance. The second RAH turns around Juan slides feet first into his face.

Dave: Borro is in control and II hasn't even interfered yet, this is a change for sure.

Juan goes over and grabs a chair one of the overweight security guards in sitting on and approaches RAH.

Jeff: It's nice to know the security guards around here get paid for something at last.

RAH reacts quickly dropkicks Juan, causing the chair the slam straight against Juan's skull. With Juan on the ground, RAH grabs a can of unopened Sprite from the drink vendor in the crowd, looking towards the camera with a smile and saying:

Rent-A-Hero: Sprite...when I'm booty-whoopering I2 members, it's the ONLY thing that quenches my thirst.

RAH smiles to the camera, drinks a little, say "AHHHH", then takes another sip and spits the mist into Juan's eyes as he gets up.

RAH then grabs the chair and clocks Juan over the head with it. The crowd gives RAH a huge pop as he grabs Juan by the hair.

Dave: This one looks like it's about to end.

Jeff: At last.

RAH tries to whip Juan over the second floor tier, but Juan hangs on the rail with one hand. RAH doesn't notice and begins to celebrate. When RAH leas over the rail check on, he pops up locking his legs on RAH's neck and flinging him off the first tier with his legs. RAH goes flying a good fifteen feet to the ground.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!!!

Dave: OMG! RAH has to be hurt after that one.

Juan jumps down landing precisely on his feet. He smiles and screams slurs to the fans, until the fans respond with a "USA" chant.

Juan gets frustrated and begins to stomp his feet, but the second he turns around RAH is up in the form of Captain America.

Dave: It's Captain America!

RAH grabs Juan in a diamond cutter position and charges up to a security rail where he hits a Gravity Defier on Juan.

Dave: GRAVITY DEFIER!

The crowd goes all out in cheers, as Juan goes down to the ground not moving, and RAH falls down to the ground still hurt from his previous fall.

Dave: These two men just went all out.

Jeff: Bah, just like a jobber match.

Dave: Should be a great match between these two on Sunday.

Jeff: Quality not quantity means more money.

“Full Nelson” by Limp Bizkit blasts over the PA system, bringing with it the usual response from the crowd. They erupt into boos as Tyler Nelson comes stalking out from the back.

Dave: What the hell does he want now?

Jeff: DA BOSS~! looks pissed and rightfully so.

Duke: What’s he got to be pissed about, hoss? Mexi was the one who was abused for two weeks.

Jeff: He’s still pissed about losing everything because of that backstabbing Mexican and you, with help from the whore over in OSW.

SMACK!!

As Nelson gets about midway down the ramp, he spins around quickly to make sure that no one is behind him.

Duke: Ha! Nelson’s scared to death of the Mexican!! YeeHaw!!

Jeff: He is not!

Nelson turns back around and rolls into the ring, producing a mic as the crowd continues to taunt him. As he raises the mic to speak the crowd starts a “MEXI!! MEXI!! MEXI!!” chant. Nelson grits his teeth in anger as he speaks.

Tyler: You idiots shut the hell UP!

The crowd increases the volume on the chant much to the chagrin of the former CEO of PCW.

Dave: Nelson deserves every bit of shit that he gets from these people!

Jeff: These people are just what DA BOSS~! said they are, idiots!

Duke: These people pay your bills, hoss.

Jeff: My point exactly.

Nelson stalks around the ring, his rage growing with every second.

Tyler: You think you pulled a fast one on me, Mexi? HUH?! I don’t think so. No one….and I mean NO ONE…pulls one over on DA BOSS~!

Dave: Ummm…I think that Mexi did tonight.

Jeff: Bullshit!

Tyler: You never answered me you coward!! I challenged you to a standard match at Spring Fling….you and me….one on one….and I’ll show you why I am the former 2-time PCW World Champion!!

Dave: By jobbing to him twice?

Jeff: SHUT THE HELL UP!!

Duke: That was a good one, Kern. I’ll have to write that one down.

Dave and Duke high five.

Suddenly the jumbotron cuts backstage where the now wide-awake face of the White Mexican can be seen. The crowd erupts.

Mexi: Ty, Ty, Ty…..how soon we forget what we said just a few moments ago. Wasn’t there something mentioned by you about a steel cage match? Oh, and maybe something about you leaving PCW when I beat you?

The crowd cheers as Mexi rubs his jaw. Nelson throws a tantrum in the ring.

Dave: Mexi just got over on Nelson again!!

Jeff: This night is shaping up to be a disaster!

Mexi: Just to make sure there was no confusion I am accepting Tyler Nelson’s challenge to the cage match with one door and the only way to win is to make your opponent walk out the door and the loser leaves PCW for good.

Again the crowd starts to cheer like crazy.

Mexi: I guess we can just call it an I QUIT PCW MATCH!!!! Duke, I want to have an official contract signing later tonight so there is no way this bastard can weasel out of this.

Duke: Sure thing, hoss!

Nelson tries to talk back but his mic has been cut off. In a rage Tyler hurls the microphone at the jumbotron and then storms out of the ring. The jumbotron cuts back to normal as we cut to the three man announce team.

Duke: Looks like Spring Fling just got a double main event! We will sign it live on Turmoil tonight Tyler Nelson vs The White Mexican in an I Quit PCW Match.

Jeff: Shouldn’t we be cutting too commercial now Dave?

Duke: Why so you can cry about Tyler screwing up so badly?

Dave sighs.

Dave: As much as I love to see Jeff squirm he is right it is time for a commercial.

((Commercial: Spring Fling 2002… more overpushed than Scott “The Hunter” Kilborn))

Dave: Let's keep the show rolling with what should be a clash of styles I'd say...that being Legend Inc. and Flaymin Aymin. Aymin a hardcore specialist and Legend Inc. a technical mastermind in his own right. And remember folks, because of what went down earlier, Legend Inc is gone if he doesn’t win this one.

Jeff: That’s right folks, gone… G-O-N-E… GONE.

Dave: Well at least you’re trying to make it nice and clear to the good people.

Duke: Take what ya can get huh hoss?

"Dreamer" by Ozzy Osbourne blares over the sound system, the fans giving of an overbearingly mixed reaction as the calculating and cold Legend Inc makes his way out from the entryway, looking about as he fixes his thin framed glasses and lines up his suit coat collar, taking that long walk down the aisle without even touching single hand before finally stepping up on the apron and slowly walking through the ropes as the ring announcer yells.

Clay Clayborne: FROM SAN FRANCISCO CALIFORNIA.....WEIGHING IN AT 220 POUNDS....THE PCW'S SELF-PROCLAIMED LIVING LEGEND...LEGEND INC!!!

The fans mix of boos and cheers continues as Legend takes off his suit coat in the corner, beginning his dress down phase.

Jeff: Now that's a man to take pride in! He worries about his appearance, looks sharp, and he WRESTLES even sharper.

Dave: Well don't count Aymin out, he's very well known for having tricks up his sleeve when needed....

Jeff: Or a good beer or two....since when do we pay workers to GET DRUNK?! I think we have another business cut Mr.Williams.

Duke: Hey, any guy who can knock down a keg is a winner in my book!

"Back In Black" by AC/DC hits and the crowd explodes in cheers, going wild for the Aussie Flaymin Aymin just on his outlandish antics alone. He walks the aisle, two six packs in hand and a goofy smile on his face as he points out to the fans going crazy for the wild brawler. After his walk down the aisle, he climbs the ring steps and enters the ring, climbing the turnbuckle opposite of Legend Inc. as he raises the six packs high above head as the ring announcer says out loud…

Clay Clayborne: AND HIS OPPONENT, FROM SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA....WEIGHING IN AT 245
POUNDS.....FLAAAAAAAAYMIN AAAAAAAYMIN!!!

The crowd roars as he climbs up off the turnbuckle, Legend Inc watching him with disdain as he is now in his dress shirt, silk blue tie, and black slacks awaiting Aymin to lock up. The bell rings signaling the start of the match, yet Aymin seems not to care as he salutes the crowd all about, which begins to really egg at the now impatient Legend Inc. The minute Aymin turns his back once again, Legend dashes from his corner and grabs a handful of Aymin's afro so he can deliver a devastating facecrusher, tossing his miniscule
glasses aside as he prepares to dig into Aymin.

Dave: Legend's impatient led to a low brow cheapshot from the supposed "legend", I thought he was better than Jeff?

Jeff: Hey, Aymin wanted to be a showboat...so he paid the price.

Legend Inc. lays into a fallen Aymin with vicious stomps which garner attention from the referee, but Legend shoves him aside and kicks Aymin repeatedly until he crawls into a corner still on his knees and trying to fight up. Legend takes advantage of this situation and smashes his head into the turnbuckle with authority before turning him around and unleashing a series of stinging chops to the broad chest of Flaymin Aymin, making him wince in pain.

!~CHOP~!

Fans: WOOOOOO!!

!~CHOP~!

Fans: WOOOOOOO!!!

With a kick to the ripped abs of Aymin for good measure, Legend irish whips Aymin into the corner and rushes in after him, Aymin sidestepping as Legend crashes his chest into the corner. Aymin reaches back, grabbing a handful of Legend's blonde locks, and drives him down with a neckbreaker as the fans go
crazy for Aymin. He looks about, garnering their approval as he jumps atop Legend and pummels him with multiple headbutts, skull meeting skull with excruciating pain following for Legend as he squirms about, the ref trying to break the move.

Dave: IT'S A FIGURE 4 HEADBUTT!!!

Duke: Hmmmm head...which reminds me. *Cell phone dialing is heard* Jeanie yea...have my interns arrived yet?

Dave: *Sigh*

Jeff: Is it me or is there something that automatically associates presidents with interns these days?

The ref finally breaks the move, Aymin picking up a pummeled Legend and going to work on him with meaty right hands, sending Legend stumbling. Aymin looks at his left hand, the fans shouting in approval for the final blow as he begins to cock it back, finally throwing the punch only to miss and get caught in a half-nelson by Legend Inc. With his prey capture, he transitions smoothly to a full nelson and proceeds to just bully Aymin up until he drops him on his neck and shoulders with a full nelson suplex, making the fans
cringe at the impact Aymin took.

Jeff: Let's see if his fro absorbs that Dave.

Dave: You know, I wouldn't be surprised if it did.

Legend floats over, STILL holding the half nelson lock and with another spurt of strength, shoots Aymin up and full nelson suplexes him viciously to the mat once more, this time for the pin.

Dave: 1....2....NOO!!! AYMIN KICKED OUT OF THAT VICIOUS SUPLEX!! Almost a quick victory for Legend.

Duke: Your impressed by that, I've seen a cheap hooker get tossed around better..."

Legend releases the full nelson and continues this proverbial "bully" style and crosses the massive arms of Aymin, crossing them over his neck and pulling back with all his might, thirsting for the submission. The fans boo angrily at Legend Inc. as he wrenches in harder yelling at the ref for him to ask Aymin about the submission.

Dave: I think Legend is trying to give Frisco a preview of what he could be facing at Spring Fling if Legend keeps his job by winning this match.

Jeff: He won’t… Aymin is like Hank in a wig… AND DOUG TROY JOBBED TO HANK~! HANK~! HANK I SAY~!

Dave: He’s shaved off the wig, Jeff.

Jeff: In that case… Aymin IS HANK~! HANK~! HANK I SAY~!

The pulling gets tighter, but Aymin's answer remains "no" as he begins to fight his way up, his arms straining in this contorted position as he gets up to one knee. Legend keeps the pressure up, even as Aymin rises to his feet now. Finally standing, he backs up with great speed and rams Legend into the corner, ramming repeatedly until Legend releases the hold, Aymin turning around and peppering Legend Inc. with a flurry of Aussie fists before hitting him with a hard underhook, sending him flying over the rope and to the
Floor.

Dave: Aymin's free! Legend is gonna have some crap to deal with now Jeff.

Duke: Thank you bye *hangs up* I need an operation...that's why later I'm gonna be talking to some "head" doctors in my office.

Jeff: Are these "party" expenses billed to PCW?!

Duke:Of course not! Duke CHARGES his POONTANG!!

Jeff: WHY DIDN'T I THINK OF THAT?! NO MORE PAPER FOR ME.

High five and a sigh is heard

Aymin chases Legend outside and begins raining down on his back with hard forearms, grabbing his left arm and following with a short-arm clothesline as Legend crashes down to the mat. The ref yells for the two to get back in the ring, but Aymin deliberately ignores as he hoists Legend on his shoulder and drops him across the steel guardrail, the fans cheering when they hear Legend's body crash on the steel with a ugly clang. Legend looks like a complete mess on the floor as Aymin climbs to the apron, lining up Legend
before running down it and leaping off, CRASHING on Legend with a diving splash, which looks to have hurt him too as the fans clap loudly.

Dave: DIVING SPLASH BY AYMIN! He's doing what it takes to get that big "W"
over the Legend.

Jeff: Like it'll ever be enough, Legend is calculating, he'll fight his way
out of it.

A weakened Aymin crawls in the ring, shortly followed by Legend Inc as the two crawl about on their knees for a little, catching their breath while stilling sizing each other up. Legend in first to his feet rushing in with a clothesline, but Aymin ducks with great agility, but Legend proves his intelligence by following through with a clothesline from the OTHER arm on the back of Aymin's head, which sends him down to the mat face first. He then bounces off the ropes and drops a fast leg drop on Aymin's head, making the Aussie grab for it in pain before Legend wraps his arms around the waist of Aymin and jacks him into the air for a high German suplex, holding with a bridge on his toes as the ref counts

Dave: 1...2...WHAT?!! THAT WAS THREE, IT SHOULDA BEEN THREE!!

Jeff: Aymin's still in it, he has a chance!! A chance to RUN before Legend DESTROYS him with another suplex.

Duke-I gotta say, these two hosses are puttin' on a hell of a show.

Dave: And remember this could be his LAST show in PCW.

Legend lets the bridge go and rises to his feet, lifting up the pain enwrapped Aymin by the hair and signaling for his "LEGEND DEATH DROP" as he tucks Aymin between his legs and sinches around his waist. He lifts up the Aussie, but at the height of the powerbomb, Aymin showers Legend's face with
punches and falls behind Legend, pullling his head back and DRIVING him down to the mat with the SCORCHER, Aymin's version of the Reverse DDT. Both men are laid up on the mat, Aymin too weak to cover as the ref begins the knockout count.

Dave: This match can't end like this Jeff...

Jeff: No....I think someone's gonna make sure it ain't. Look up the ramp!

The fans cheer uncontrollably as El Diablo rushes down to the ring with what looks to be harmful intentions to Flaymin Aymin. He leaps onto the apron as the adrenaline pumps through his veins, stepping in excitedly only to be stopped by the referee who pushes him back against the ropes, admonishing El Diablo.

Jeff:LET HIM GO REF!! EL D JUST WANTED TO HAVE SOME FUN!!

Dave: He was gonna RUIN the match Jeff.

Duke: El Diablo? Ain't that a brand of whiskey? Hmmm, I'll find out later.

As the ref struggles with El Diablo, the fans yell uncontrollably, almost tearing the roof off the arena as Frisco dashes out through the crowd with a chair in hand and a look of serious business on his face as he leaps the rail and slides in, Legend Inc just now starting to stand up groggily with his back turned to the PCW Hall of Famer.

Dave:IT'S FRISCO, HE'S GOT A CHAIR, AND HE DOSEN'T PLAN TO DO ANY SITTING!!

Frisco yells repeatedly for Legend Inc to turn his back, which he eventually does....his face meeting with the cold steel chair as it crashes over his face, laying him out on the mat like a corpse as the fan go off for that
attack.

WHAP!!!

Frisco then slides the chair out, exiting the ring and walking over to the side El D is at. He grabs him by his tights and slings him down to the floor, Frisco pointing to the ring at the ref. The referee turns, sees Aymin place a limp armover Legend Inc's unconcious body and drops for the count 1....2....3!!!!

Winner: Flaymin Aymin by pinfall (6:43)

Dave: AYMIN WINS AYMIN WINS!!!

Duke: WHAT THE HELL!! PCW REALLY IS GOIGN DOWN THE SH*TER!!!

Jeff runs into the ring quickly and holds aloft Aymins hand in victory before turning to Legend Inc and handing the man a pink slip before jumping up and down in joy.

Dave: Where’d he get the pink slip from?

Duke: It’s a fag paper.

Dave: You’re talking about a cigarette right hoss, after Miya taught you those English words on PTC Malice last Saturday, right?

Duke: Whatever you say hoss… let’s get to an advert.

((Commercial: Air. We breathe it. Eventually someone will work out how to tax it.))

Dave: Well folks welcome back to Turmoil… we’ve already seen the departure of just now Legend Inc and remember later if Bobby Stormbringer and Big Alan Steele don’t win, then they’re out too! Anyway, next -

The Godfather by Fantomas hits the arena as El Diablo walks out to some resounding boos.

Jeff: Great another jobber is out here.

Dave: I always get cut off in midsentance it’s so damned anno-

Duke: I say we sit back, drink some whisky and see what the Mexican Devil has to say.

Dave: That was deliberate wasn’t it?

El Diablo steps into the ring and is handed a microphone by Clay Clayborne from the outside. His music cuts as boos are heard from the crowd.

El Diablo: By now it should be known that I hate Flaymin Aymin. By now it should be known that we go against each other at Spring Fling and by now it should be known that this-

He touches his mask with his free hand.

El Diablo: That this precious mask is on the line against some pathetic hairstyle that he chooses to have.

The crowd boos.

Jeff: It was heartbreaking to see that Afro go.

Duke: It deserved the one-minute silence I gave it.

El D paces around the ring before stopping at the ropes facing the jumbotron.

El Diablo: All because I shaved off that measly hair cut you had you do something as vile as what you did on Fusion. What gives you the right to invade my privacy like that? What gives you any right to embarrass the Mexican Devil?

The crowd laughs as they remember El Diablo's photo on the jumbotron at Fusion.

El Diablo: But I'm over that.

He speaks in a softer tone than before.

Dave: Yeah right.

Jeff: Can't we get this jobber out of the ring please?

He remains at the ropes and then speaks in his usual insane shrieking voice.

El Diablo: This jealousy is building deeper within; it's tattooed across the fabrics of my creation. You are here-

He points to his head

El Diablo: 24/7, it disturbs me that I feel so jealous when we're apart, I want you all to myself, just a chance to show you how you hurt me, just a chance to end this insanity, just a chance to seek my revelations clearly
and tear you limb from limb to find this piece of mind that I have searched for all my life.

He begins walking around the ring again as he starts losing control of what he is saying.

El Diablo: You are the thing that has haunted me for so long, I finally want you here, I need you here, I need this bloodshed, I have dreamt of this moment for so long. Only now you evade me, and that just makes me angry, it makes this blood on my hands to just get a deeper shade of red, I hate you and I want you away for good.

He shrieks louder until he finally stops.

Dave: What on Earth is he talking about?

Jeff: Beats me.

Duke: (puts down his whisky bottle) Something he feels?

Diablo stops pacing and drops to the mat in the center of the ring with a sadistic smile on his face while having his legs crossed.

El Diablo: It's like a cloud over my eyes, a haze, only these clouds don't rain, they never rain, they can't rain and never will rain. That is one satisfaction I will never give you Aymin while you continue to make this
world an ever worse place for me to belong in.

The crowd boos a little as he stands up again.

El Diablo: Lonely, uncaring world has taken grasp around me and dragged me deeper into that hole, and what's the point in getting out when no one gives a damn? Aymin you are that demise and at Spring Fling I shall be the reckoning that puts an end to all your charades.

He stands at the ropes opposite the jumbotron once more.

El Diablo: Why do I hate Flaymin Aymin? I'll tell you all why!!!

El Diablo is interrupted by "Back In Black" by AC/DC playing through the arena.

Jeff: Oh what now?

Dave: It's Flaymin Aymin.

Duke: Things could heat up now, hoss.

With a microphone in his hand Flaymin walks down the ramp to a thunderous round of applause from the crowd.

A rousing chant of 'Traaaaaaaactoooooooooor' begins to make its way around the arena.

Halfway down the ramp Flaymin comes to a halt. He looks at El Diablo and shakes his head. Flaymin then raises the microphone to his mouth and begins to speak with an evil grin on his face as his theme music stops

Flaymin: I was backstage in the middle of a porn star sandwich, when suddenly I heard loud shrieks loud shrieks like a fat woman taking a dump the size of a basketball. And I thought to myself 'who on Earth shrieks like a woman in PCW?' The answer was simple- it had to be that Midget Mexican Moron: El Diablo. So in between having my face rubbed by Jenna's two gigantic hullabazoos, I sat there and listened to your rants.

Dave: We really need to show more footage of Flaymin's locker room.

Jeff: Amen, I mean Aymin to that!!

Flaymin: And what was that I heard you saying? You finally wanted me?You needed me? You've dreamt of this moment for so long? Well loverboy, I'd hate to ruin your fantasy but I don't swing that way.

The crowd pops as El Diablo stands in the centre of the ring yelling out profanities in Spanish.

Flaymin: I don't know how things work down in Mexico, but if you even try and touch my burrito during our Spring Fling match, I'll rip out your eyeballs and shove them up your nostrils.

Once again the crowd laughs hysterically

Flaymin: Oh by the way. How is your BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALD Wife doing??? The last I saw her she was running down a corridor with her hair on fire. But hey it's no big loss, right? Back when she had hair she still looked like a shaved Monkey's ass. And now? Well now she just looks like your mother! Maybe you can all have a Mexican Threesome- Hillbilly style!!

Duke: HEY!!

Jeff: Lets face it Duke, he's right you know.

El Diablo looks at Flaymin and grunts. He steps out of the ring and walks up the ramp to meet Flaymin.

Dave: Here we go!!!

Jeff: Go where?

Duke and Dave: Shut up!!

El Diablo stands only a metre or so away from Aymin.

El Diablo: So you come out here and disrespect my wife while that tramp you hang around with sees fit to visit me?

Flaymin: Are you criticising my porn star hood? Or is this just a cheap ploy of yours to see my donger?

Dave: Oh God, please don't say he's going to....

Jeff: Makes sense. El Diablo=Naked on Fusion. Flaymin= naked on Turmoil.

Duke: Who was naked on Sabotage?

Jeff: Your mother.

SMACK

El Diablo steps within half a metre of Flaymin.

El Diablo: Please, I don't care much for anything to do with you; your slut said the same to me actually.

Crowd: Ooooooooooooooooooooooh!

Dave: A low blow by Diablo there.

Jeff: That says it all exactly.

SMACK

Jeff: Hey what was that for?

Duke: You'll make me vomit.

Flaymin looks angry for a second before smirking.

Flaymin: Jenna knows quality when she sees it- she won't jump aboard anyone you know. Eh... who am I kidding? She'd bone Duke Williams for a sip of whisky?

Crowd laughs.

Duke: WOAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!

Flaymin: The only people she won't ride are men with dongers the size of a matchbox. Say.... by the way, you didn't get any action. I wonder why that was, hmmm.....

El Diablo just stares at Aymin for a second.

El Diablo: Shows what you know.

El Diablo throws a wild punch at Flaymin.

Dave: Whoa he went Mexican on Aymin's ass!

Jeff: Dave are you alright?

Flaymin stumbles back covers his face. El Diablo grabs Flaymin and whips him into the steel railings. He then charges at Flaymin and attempts to clothesline him Flaymin ducks the clothesline and manages to hoist El Diablo into the air and over the railings and into the crowd.

Duke: They're really going at it right before Spring Fling.

Jeff: Duh!

SMACK

Flaymin stands atop the railings and motions to the crowd. A second later, he leaps off the railings and does a frogsplash on Diablo, right on the hard concrete.

Dave: Big time move by Aymin!!!!

Jeff: (shrugs) It was ok.

Duke: Looked good to me, hoss.

While performing the move, Flaymin's wrists slam into the concrete. He winces in pain as he clutches his arms on the floor.

Dave: He looks in pain.

Jeff: Serves him right dammit.

Duke: The match could be in doubt now.

Diablo slowly gets back up; he swipes a beer bottle from a nearby fan and then turns back to Flaymin. Without hesitating, Diablo smashes the glass bottle across Flaymin's forehead.

Duke: That's gonna hurt, hoss!

Dave: Too right.

With Flaymin out cold, El Diablo begins to taunt the crowd.

Duke: Typical!

Jeff: He better watch out though.

Dave: Aymin is getting up.

Gingerly, Flaymin gets to his feet while Diablo has his back turned. Flaymin takes a 'Nippage!' sign from a kid in the crowd. He then creeps up behind Diablo and covers his face with the poster, thus blocking his
vision.

Duke: (Laughing) Aymin is crazy.

Jeff: They're both crazy jobbers.

Dave: (sighs)

As El Diablo stumbles around, Flaymin leaps into the air and performs a spinning heel kick into Diablo's head. Once again, Flaymin hits the pavement hard as the collision between his knee and the concrete reverberates throughout the arena.

Dave: It's like he's on a suicide mission.

Duke: He's hurting himself more than he is Diablo.

Jeff: Who cares?

Diablo attempts to capitalize on the fallen Flaymin. He walks over to Flaymin and picks him by the head. Flaymin meanwhile reaches into his pocket and pulls out a blow torch.

Dave: This doesn't look good.

He flicks it on and then shoves the blowtorch deep into El Diablo's mask.

Jeff: What's that smell?

Dave: It's burning flesh.

Duke: Oh god! These two are vile.

El Diablo instantly drops Flaymin on the floor and attempts to put out the fire engulfing his face. As Flaymin tries to crawl away, the still burning El Diablo runs over to him and kicks Flaymin square in the head.

Dave: Ouch! Diablo must be angry.

Duke: Can you blame him?

With Flaymin passed out, El Diablo manages to put out the fire in his mask, although evident scarring is beginning to appear. El Diablo then drags Flaymin out to the main platform at the top of the ramp.

Dave: What's he going to do here?

Duke: Suicide dive?

Jeff: Yes, death to all jobbers!

Standing 20 feet above the crowd. Diablo clutches Flaymin tight to his body and performs a German suplex. Flaymin and El Diablo both go over the edge and slam into the hard concrete below.

Dave: OH MY GOD!

Jeff: Is Joey Stiles here?

Duke: Who?

Both men lie motionless on the ground as the fans gather around and the paramedics can be seen in the distance, sprinting to the scene of the incident.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT" HOLY SHIT!

Dave: This is horrific both men have destroyed each other.

Jeff: (in shock) I never actually thought the jobbers would kill each other.

Dave: We're insured right Duke?

Duke: Of course, hoss! **looks nervous**. We wouldn’t try to skimp on that sort of stuff just to save a few bucks would we… **his eyes dart about**… let’s cut to a commercial right now!

((Commercials: Duke Williams… invest in Duke William’s stripper clubs and whore houses right now!))

Duke: Erm… it’s a set up… a rouse I say!

Dave: I believe you.

Jeff: And I don’t.

Dave: So let’s get to the next match since I’m so important.

Jeff: But this match isn’t because the card editor is saving time by having me talk and not editing in the entrances by the wrestlers.

Duke: Why’s he saving time.

Jeff: The “git” has problems with his knees. So he’s off to a Physio session at the hospital. Of course… the problems cleared up a week back, and he’s only going because he can see straight down the rather hot Therapist’s top for most of the session.

Duke: Damn. Sign me up for that right now, hoss.

The match starts with El Diablo and Kano locking up. Kano, with the obvious power advantage, shoves El Diablo on to the floor.

Dave: That was a bit of a tactical error from El Diablo, he should of known that he had no chance against testing his strength against Kano.

Duke: You’ve got to give the man his props, at least he tried.

Dave: True. I’ll give him his props.

Kano goes over to El Diablo, but El Diablo quickly crawls through Kano’s legs.

Dave: El Diablo using his quickness to get past Kano.

Duke: Actually he didn’t get past Kano, he went through him!

El Diablo hops up to his feet, and hits Kano, who’s turning around, with a missile drop kick sending Kano down.

Dave: El Diablo takes down Kano with a missile drop kick.

Duke: I didn’t think El Diablo would have been able to take down Kano that quickly, but clearly he has.

Dave: I thought he would, on the times he’s battled Flaymin Aymin, who’s a fair bit bigger then him, he’s managed to take him down.

Duke: But Kano’s bigger then Aymin!

Jeff: But Kano’s also a jobber!

Duke: Hey, don’t knock Kano, he rocks~!

Jeff: True, Kano Rocks~!

Duke and Jeff look at Dave.

Dave: Why are you looking at me?

Duke: We’re waiting for you to say it.

Dave: Say what?

Jeff: You know.

Dave: Alright, if you insist, Kano Rocks~!

Duke: He certainly does!

El Diablo climbs up the turnbuckle and goes to give Kano another missile drop kick, this time from the top. How ever, when he jumps off, Kano jumps to his feet, catches El Diablo and plants him in the middle of the ring with a power bomb.

Dave: Kano drove El Diablo in to the mat with a heck of a lot of force.

Duke: I bet El Diablo’s now regretting going for the second missile drop kick.

Jeff: I’m regretting having to watch this jobber match.

Duke: I thought you thought that Kano rocks~!?

Jeff: He does Rock~! But this match is still a jobber match.

Duke: No it’s not. A jobber match doesn’t involve a man who Rocks~! and a man with as much talent as El Diablo.

Kano goes for the cover on El Diablo, 1…2…El Diablo gets his shoulder up.

Dave: El Diablo kicks out of that power bomb from Kano.

Duke: I have a feeling that El Diablo may be the next big star in PCW, I feel it’s time for him to rise through the ranks.

Jeff: You think that jobbers going to be a big star? Ha!

Duke: Try laughing at that thought in a couple months time.

Dave: As far as I’m concerned, El Diablo is already one of the top stars in PCW.

Kano gets to his feet and picks up El Diablo as the crowd bursts into boo’s as International Incident member, Flaymin Aymin, comes down to the ring.

Jeff: Woohoo! International Incident in da house! Aymin’s here to liven things up!

Duke: Somebody needs to get this foreigner out of here.

Jeff: Somebody needs to get you out of here, Duke.

Duke: Was that supposed to a joke, or a threat, hoss? Because if it was meant to be a threat, you can try and take me out of here if you want.

Jeff: I wouldn’t want to touch a dirty hillbilly like you.

SMACK!

Duke: I guess you’ll have to go wash yourself for a while after the show, as this dirty hillbilly just smacked the sh^t out of you!

Flaymin Aymin slides in to the ring, and tells Kano to take breather and let him have a moment with El Diablo.

Dave: Aymin is asking Kano to give him a moment with El Diablo.

Duke: I don’t think Kano likes that suggestion.

Kano starts to get in an argument with Flaymin Aymin, before Aymin knocks him down with a right hand.

Dave: Aymin takes down Kano.

Duke: I think the ref might have a slight problem with that.

The referee calls for the bell resulting in the match being a double disqualification.

Dave: A sour end to a match that looked promising.

As Aymin turns his attention to the man he came to the ring for, El Diablo, El Diablo catches him by surprise, with a kick to his kneecap.

Dave: El Diablo is back up.

El Diablo jumps to his feet, and jumps up, putting himself in position to deliver a hurricanranna on Aymin, and he does just that.

Dave: El Diablo just gave Flaymin Aymin a hurricanranna!

Duke: Like I said, he’s going to be a big name!

Kano then gets to his feet, and not realizing the match has been called off goes to attack El Diablo, but El Diablo sends him over the top rope with a clothesline.

Dave: El Diablo sends Kano to the outside.

Duke: And he isn’t through with Aymin either.

Jeff: Dammit, stop the International Incident beatings.

El Diablo climbs up to the top of a turnbuckle, and leaps off hitting Aymin with a moonsault.

Dave: A moonsault from El Diablo to Flaymin Aymin!

Duke: El Diablo is cleaning house!

The rest of International Incident charge down to the ring, as El Diablo leaves through the crowd.

We cut straight to out the back without even stopping to hear what the commentators said… which probably means that it gives the same amount of time for Jeff to grab some coffee.

Getting to know people is hard, well for Christopher V Knight it is. But it's not all about him now is it, no! It's all about Suburban Uprising, and they are seen walking down the halls. Wearing geeky but fashionable punk rock clothes they walked past locker rooms. Some of them which were the room of some of the most dominant names in PCW. "Jeremy Howard", "Xavier Kannon", "White Mexican" then as they walked past they came to others.

Christopher laughed out loud as he came to the next one. "HA HA HA HA HA" he laughed, Teddy looked over at Chris and shook his head. "Dude, why are you laughing at the Janitor's little room, he does good work here" said Teddy convincingly. Chris slapped his head and then, pointed to somewhere else.

"HA HA HA HA" Chris and Teddy laughed now. Suddenly the camera turned showing the name on the door. "Anton The Kid" it read, suddenly the door swung open to show Anton. "YOU!" he snarled at Christopher and his brother. Anton now stepped out of his locker room and looked at Chris, some reason he didn't recognize him.

"Come here you git! We Irish don't talk any bitchin' from no one, ya hear!" he said. Chris just walked on but Anton just pulled him back, The Cruiserweight Champion just looked at him and laughed with his eyes closed tightly. As he pulled his eyes open again suddenly he was shocked. "Is that you?" asked Anton. Christopher nodded.

"Chris! Nice to see you here!" smiled Anton slapping his hand on Chris' back jolting him forward as he then stopped Chris in his tracks. "That's all I’m being nice today, I’ll see you in the ring" said Anton with a
little of an evil smile as he walked back into his locker room. Chris looked at Teddy. "He's always been a nice person" he said as a goofy smile came over his face. Teddy look over at him and sighed, Chris then spoke up again.

"When are we seeing him in the ring?" wondered Chris. "We aren't" responded. "Huh?" responded Chris back. Teddy sighed again "It's just a figure of speech" he said and the scene faded out.

Dave: We're back on Turmoil fans and set for what is sure to be one hell of a match!

Jeff: Praise Scientology! And what was that crunk… wait… is crunk a good thing or a bad thing… I’m not good with black speak.

Duke: Praise sex, not that low rent religion. And it’s not black, it’s Ethnic.

The camera pans to Jordan X in the crowd holding up a sign which reads “It’s All About the Racist, Nigger!” Several white security guards grab him and start dragging his black ass out the arena.

Dave: Oh God. Here we go with the lawsuits.

"Symphony of Destruction" blasts out over the PA system to the delight of the fans, as one half of the Blood Brothers tag team duo, Brock Newbludd, begins making his way toward the ring.

Clay: First, coming down the ring aisle, weighing in at 225 pounds, from Milwaukee, Wisconsin....... BROCK NEWBLUDD!!!!!!

Jeff: How these guys were ever six time tag champs is amazing?

Duke: Really?

Jeff: Yeah. It just goes to show how badly PCW's tag division has sucked!

Dave: You suck.

Duke: More than he'll ever tell us, Dave.

Newbludd's theme cuts off, leading the way for "Rock is Dead" by Marilyn Manson to begin playing over the PA system. Suddenly, standing in the entrance, is Xavier Kannon and his valet, Eleanor Hall.

Clay: And his opponent, weighing in at 226 pounds, from wherever there's a Scientology Church...... XAVIER KANNON!!!!!!

Jeff: Now there's talent!

Duke: Yeah, for me to fine!

Kannon hits the ring, locking up with Newbludd. Newbludd tries to take a shortcut, but Kannon blocks it, then nails him with a hiptoss slam. Newbludd slams into the mat. Kannon brings Newbludd back to his feet, then whips him into the ropes. Newbludd bounces off the ropes, into a dropkick. Newbludd falls to the mat.

Jeff: Brock Newbludd isn't the big bad wolf anymore, is he?

Dave sighs.

Dave: You just don't know when to shut up, do you?

Duke: Hell no. Between him and Kannon, PCW's debts will be all gone.

Jeff: You won't get away with this!

Kannon grabs Newbludd in a gutwrench. Kannon goes for the DDT, but Newbludd escapes the DDT, then stomps his foot in Kannon's baby maker. Kannon rolls on the mat, holding his male genitals. Newbludd lifts Kannon up in a suplex. Before Kannon take counter, Newbludd nails him with a devastating suplex that rocks the Scientologists body. Newbludd makes the quick pin on Kannon. 1.... 2.... KICK OUT!

Dave: Got something to say now, Jeff?

Jeff: Meh.

Duke: Cat has his tongue.

Dave: That's a first.

Newbludd heads for the top rope. Kannon starts getting back to his feet. Newbludds on the top rope. Kannon is up to his feet, walking around groggily. Newbludd flies off the top rope with a missile dropkick, catching Kannon square in the jaw. Kannon slams into the mat. Newbludd locks a dragon sleeper on Kannon, choking the life out of him.

Duke: Ha! Newbludd could have this!

Jeff: No! This is an outrage!

Duke: Ah, quit yer bitching.

To Kannon's advantage, Ellie steps onto the ring apron. Newbludd looks up, spotting her. Newbludd drops the hold on Kannon, making his way over toward Ellie. Ellie stands her ground, making sexual moves toward Brock. Brock doesn't buy into it. Rather, he grabs the back of Ellie's head, looking out toward the crowd. A loud pop fills the arena. That is, until Kannon grabs Newbludd from behind, nailing a German suplex. Newbludd's head slams into the mat hard. Kannon pins. 1..... 2..... KICK OUT!

Jeff: Damnit!

Dave: Kannon was close.

Duke: So was his bitch! Ha!

Jeff: YOU have such a double set of standards!

Duke: I'll say as I want. I'm the president!

Kannon brings Newbludd back to his feet, before landing a kick to his stomach. Newbludd doubles forward. Kannon catches him by the back of the head, bulldogging him into the mat. Kannon grabs Newbludd, then lifts him up and over with a northern lights suplex. Newbludd hits the mat hard.

Duke: Newbludd isn't looking too hot right now.

Jeff: Because he's about to job like a bitch!

Duke: You know all about being a bitch.

Dave: Guys, this is a FAMILY SHOW!

Duke and Jeff: Shut up!

Newbludd slowly gets back to his feet, trying to clear the cobwebs. Kannon locks a side Russian legsweep on Newbludd. But, before Kannon can drive Newbludd's face into the mat with the Drop Out, Newbludd turns the tide and small packages Kannon. Kannon is quick to break the hold, getting back to his feet. As he does though, Newbludd is there to nail him with a superkick!

Dave: Newbludd is on fire!

Duke: If Kannon jobs here, I'm going to celebrate then fine him for it! Ha!

Jeff: You're pathetic.

SMACK

Duke: What am I?

Kannon writhes on the mat, trying to get back to his feet. Newbludd heads for the top rope. Kannon gets to a knee. Newbludd gets to the top rope, setting up for his reverse corkscrew moonsault. All of the sudden, Kannon shoots to his feet, racing over to where Newbludd stands on the top rope. Kannon grabs Newbludd, locks him in, then nails him with a running, spinning death valley bomb.

Jeff: X-BOMB! X-BOMB! X-BOMB!

Duke: Ugh.

Instead of Kannon pinning Newbludd though, Kannon slides out of the ring and grabs a chair. A loud boo breaks out in the crowd. Kannon slides back into the ring with the chair, standing over Brock Newbludd's down carcass. Kannon raises the chair into the air, ready to ring Newbludd's bell into oblivion.

Dave: No! He can't do this! Newbludd doesn't deserve this!

Jeff: DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!

Duke: Yeah, give me a reason to fine him!

Jeff: Kannon doesn't care about the fines. He's rich!

Kannon shakes the chair in the air, ready to slam it on Newbludd when the lights suddenly go out. "Down with the Sickness" blasts out over the PA system, serving as the entrance for Jeremy Howard. But, the Krayzie One doesn't appear. That is, until the lights come back on and Howard is standing right behind Kannon. Ellie motions for Kannon to turn around. And, Kannon complies, turning around into a superkick from Krayzie. Kannon slumps to the mat.

WINNER VIA DISQUALIFICATION: XAVIER KANNON

Jeff: No! I hate him. No!

Dave: KRAYZIE'S HERE! KRAYZIE SAVED NEWBLUDD! KRAYZIE!

Jeff: Fine him.

Duke: Denied.

Howard grabs Kannon in a dragon sleeper. Then, as the crowd roars, Krayzie lifts him into the air, spins 180 degrees before dropping the Gold Patron Meritorious onto the chair with the reverse brainbuster!

Dave: KRAYZIE DEATH SLAM! KRAYZIE DEATH SLAM!

Duke: Remind me to give that man a raise.

Jeff: You asshole.

Krayzie stands over Kannon's bloody body, glaring at him. Ellie gets up to the ring apron, trying to lure Jeremy away from Kannon, to no avail. Krayzie jaw jacks Kannon.

Dave: Payback for Sabotage!

Jeff: I never saw a thing.

Duke: You just saw your bitch get slammed!

Dave sighs.

Dave: We'll be right back fans after this commercial!

((Commercial: PURE: Puroresu Ultimate Ring Entertainment. Like PCW but with more money and no screw-job endings. http://feds.primetimewrestling.net/pure/))

We return from the break and head straight out the back where Brock Newbludd is walking battered and bruised from his last match towards his locker room, drinking a Brock-Weiser from a can in his hand. Suddenly Frisco approaches him from the other direction.

Frisco: Hey Brock.

Brock stops and looks at Frisco.

Brock: Hey Frisco, haven’t spoken to you in a while. Having a good day?

Frisco: Of course I am, Legend Inc is out of PCW even after he got a second chance. So hows the wife and kid… glad you’re getting paid to do the job on national television.

Brock raises his eyebrow at him.

Brock: Hey, watch it!

Frisco: Just kidding. We’ve been through it all… and I’ve got a little something for you.

Frisco holds out an envelope, which Brock takes. Brock hands him the can so he can open it… he rips one end off and pulls out a pink slip.

Jeff: PINK SLIP!!!! BROCK NEWBLUDD IS GONE!!!!

Frisco grins at Brock.

Frisco: Just think of it as a gift… from the “Firing Squad”. Oh and I’ll keep the beer since it is PCW property… and don’t even think about stealing any towels, we’ve already counted them.

Brock: But… I’m in the Inno-f’king-Vator, you can’t do this to me.

Frisco: This Primetime Championship Wrestling is a democracy… it’s one man, one vote… Doc’s the man and he’s got the vote… YOUR OUTTA HERE!!!!!

Frisco throws the can at Brock and turns and walks off as we head back out to the arena where the commentating three are seated.

Dave: Next up we’ve got Bobby Stormbringer versus Alexander Miyagawa. Remember folks, if BS looses this one, then he’s OUT OUT OUT.

Jeff: And Dave will OVER SELL SELL SELL.

Duke: I’m sticking to DRINK DRINK DRINK… GIRLS… FECK…. THAT IS A CONSTITUTIONAL MATTER…

Dave: Eh?

Duke: Sorry, went into Father Jack mode.

“Paint it Black” by the Rolling Stones begins to play and out steps the man known as B.S… Bobby Stormbringer accompanied by his lovely… Wife? Girlfriend? Sex symbol? Aimz look-alike? The duo walk down the ramp to the cheers of the arena.

Clay: The following match is a singles match with the added stipulation that if Bobby Stormbringer looses, his contract is no longer valid in Primetime Championship wrestling. Coming to the ring at this time, accompanied by Kira York and weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds and hailing from Orlando, Florida… BOBBY STORMBRINGER!!!

As Bobby steps into the ring, “One Step Closer” by Linkin Park begins to play and out steps Alexander Miyagawa. He stands on the ramp for a few seconds and suddenly is accompanied by another figure… JJ~!

Jeff: JJ~! If only Steven Smith could see this.

JJ gives the defending roar from the crowd a twirl and shows of his PURE Hawaiian Shirt before the duo head down to ringside.

Jeff: JJ~!

Says Marx as Miyagawa climbs into the ring, while JJ tries to chat up Kira.

The match starts with Bobby and Miyagawa going to work on Bobby’s right leg with some stiff kicks.

Dave: This should be a good battle between the two former Asylum members.

Duke: When you’ve got a former world champion taking on an up and coming talent, you can’t help but have a good battle.

Miya continues to kick Bobby as Bobby tries to defends himself by grabing hold of Miya’s legs as they go to kick him, but Miya is too quick and Bobby can’t take hold of Miya’s legs in time.

Dave: Miyagawa is showing just how quick is he in the kicking department.

Jeff: The kicking department? Please try not to say stupid things like that from now on Dave.

Dave: Shut up.

Jeff: Tough words from a weak little man.

Dave: Piss off.

Jeff: I’ll say it again, tough words from a weak little man.

Dave sighs.

Miya drops down and gives Bobby a Russian Leg Sweep to his right leg, which puts Bobby on his back.

A couple of tears start to run down Jeff’s face.

Dave: What’s wrong with you?

Jeff: After seeing that Russian Leg Sweep, I’m just remembering the good times back when the Red Army was in PCW.

Dave: Get over it already.

Jeff: I’ll never get over the Red Army, they were one of the greatest things ever in PCW!

Miya grabs hold of Bobby’s leg’s, and locks in a Scorpion Deathlock.

Dave: It appears that Miyagawa’s strategy for this match is to work on Stormbringer’s leg as that’s where his offense has been target at so far in this match, and he’s continuing it by locking on the Scorpion Deathlock.

Jeff: That looks like a Sharpshooter to me, no a Scorpion Deathlock.

Dave: What’s the difference?

Jeff: I don’t know, I just know that’s a Sharpshooter, not a Scorpion Deathlock.

Dave: Do you always have to argue about everything?

Jeff: Yes.

Dave sighs.

Bobby screams in pain as Miya keeps the move locked on. Bobby tries to reach the ropes, but he’s not in reach.

Jeff: If a former Asylum member vs. former Asylum member match had to be booked, why couldn’t we have two decent former Asylum members face off like Xavier Kannon and Darkstar, not Miyajobber and Bobby ‘B.S. I have any talent at all’ Stormbringer?

Dave: I’d much rather see this match then see assholes like Darkstar and Kannon fight.

Duke: I’ve got to agree with Dave on that point.

Bobby continues to scream out in pain as Miya keeps the Scorpion Deathlock locked on. The ref checks on Bobby and asks him if he wants to quit, but Bobby says no.

Dave: Stormbringer doesn’t want to quit.

Duke: Of course he doesn’t, that would mean that he’d lose the match! I’m sure if there was no winners or losers in this match he’d give up, as he’s clearly in a lot of pain.

Dave: Even though Stormbringer isn’t tapping, from the amount of pain he appears to be in, it would seem like Miyagawa’s sending a message to Chase and Boda for their confrontation at Spring Fling.

Jeff: Huh? That made no sense, could you run it past me again.

Dave: What I was trying to say is that Boda and Chase must be seeing how much pain Miyagawa is causing Stormbringer, and they must be wondering if they’re going to receive that much pain from Miyagawa at Spring Fling.

Jeff: That still didn’t make sense.

Dave: If you’re too stupid to understand, then just don’t worry.

Jeff: I never worry about anything you have to say.

As Miya keeps the hold locked on Stormbringer, the crowd turns their heads to the ramp and start to boo as Chris Chase comes running down to the ring.

Dave: What is he doing here?

Jeff: Obviously he’s here to give Miyajobber a sneak preview of what’s going to happen to him at Spring Fling.

Duke: So you’re telling me that Chase ran out here to get his ass kicked by Miyagawa, since that’s what’s going to happen at Spring Fling.

Jeff: No Duke, it’s Miyajobber who’s going to get his ass kicked.

Miya, who doesn’t know Chase has come down to the ring, still has the Scorpion Deathlock locked on Stormbringer. Chase puts his arms in to the ring, and grabs Miya by his feet and pulls him off Stormbringer and out of the ring

Dave: Chris Chase just pulled Miyagawa out of the ring when it looked like he might have been able to win the match by making Stormbringer tap to the Scorpion Deathlock.

Duke: Now we’ll never know if Miyagawa could have made Stormbringer tap.

Jeff: But we will know that Chase can punk out Miyajobber!

On the outside Chase has thrown Miya in to the guard rail as the ref goes to the ropes and yells at Chase to leave the ringside area.

Jeff: Haha, that ref actually thinks he can tell Chase what to do?

Dave: Apparently so, and if Chase knew what was good for him, he’d listen to the ref and leave.

Jeff: Why would listening to the ref be good for him?

Dave: Because he needs to learn to respect authority figures.

Jeff: Hahahaha! I didn’t even think you could say something that stupid, Dave.

Dave sighs.

Chase lifts up Miya and body slams on to the concrete floor, as the crowd shout out anti Chase chants.

Jeff: These people need to shut up and go back to the holes they came from.

Dave: What do you expect from them when Chris Chase body slams the fan favorite, Miyagawa, on to a concrete floor.

Jeff: I expect them to applaud and respect Chris Chase for doing such a great deed!

Duke: Great deed my ass. Chase ain’t nothing but a biatch.

Chase stomps Miya’s face on the concrete as Bobby Stormbringer gets to his feet and see’s what’s happening on the outside. He quickly slides out of the ring to confront Chase.

Dave: Chase is going to the outside with Miyagawa and Chris Chase. Who’s side will he be on?

Jeff: If he had any brains in his head he’d help Chase beat down Miyajobber, but something tells me he doesn’t have any brains, although I already knew that.

Duke: This should be interesting to see if he does join Chase in the beat down of Miyagawa, or if he stands up for his former Asylum stable mate.

Bobby yells at Chase for attacking Miya in the middle of their match. Chase doesn’t even bother to verbally respond to Bobby, he just knocks him down with a punch.

Dave: I’m not sure if Stormbringer was yelling at Chase for disturbing their match because he wanted to continue to fight Miya by himself, or if he was doing it because he genuinely doesn’t want to see Miyagawa get beaten up by Chase. Either way he’s been knocked to the concrete by a Chris Chase punch.

Jeff: Chase doesn’t care for jobbers like Jobby Stormbringer.

Dave: You have to incorporate the word ‘job’ in to everyone’s name, don’t you?

Jeff: Yes Dave Jobkern.

Dave sighs.

Chase picks up Stormbringer and throws him in to the steel ring steps before going back to Miyagawa and giving him a power bomb on the concrete. Chase then leaves up the entrance to the boo’s of the crowd.

Dave: Chris Chase is despicable. He threw Stormbringer in to the steel stairs and power bombed his opponent for Spring Fling, Miyagawa, on to the concrete floor.

Jeff: Why is that disgusting? I thought it was good clean fun!

Dave: You make me sick, Marx.

Jeff: Bah! You just don’t appreciate the good things in life, such as Miyajobber and Jobby Stormbringer getting their asses kicked!

Stormbringer slowly gets to his feet and sees Miya on the concrete. He picks up Miya and rolls him in to the ring before following him in.

Dave: At least Bobby’s back up, although I’m not sure Miyagawa can get back to his feet at this stage.

Jeff: Chase did a good job!

Stormbringer picks up Miya and gives him a vertical suplex.

Dave: Bobby Stormbringer delivers a vertical suplex to Miyagawa.

Duke: It was a pretty good vertical suplex at that!

Stormbringer picks up Miya again, and this time gives him a Thunder Roll.

Duke: Thunder Roll from Stormbringer to Miyagawa. I have a feeling that this match is nearing it’s end.

Dave: It would seem that way. Not that Bobby Stormbringer doesn’t deserve to win, but unfortunately for Miyagawa his chances of winning were cut short after the interference from Chase.

Jeff: The interference from Chase was what saved this match from being a jobberfest, so quit complaining about it.

Bobby then takes Miya over to the turnbuckle and puts him up on the top of it, signaling to the crowd for The Perfect Storm.

Dave: Perfect Storm time, this match is over.

Duke: It’s been a good match, but unfortunately it’s had a black mark put on it due to Chase’s involvement.

Jeff: Quit insulting Chase’s involvement!

On the top, Bobby’s about to deliver The Perfect Storm when Miya revives, and punches Bobby stunning him. Miya then manages to take the stunned Bobby, pick him up, and give him his own finishing move, The Perfect Storm!

Dave: Miyagawa just gave Bobby Stormbringer his own finishing move, The Perfect Storm!

Duke: Absolutely amazing! That came out of no where! Miyagawa had no chance, but he managed to revive and reverse Stormbringer’s own finishing move, and delivered the Perfect Storm to Stormbringer.

Dave: You’ve got to wonder how Boda or Chase can possibly stop Miyagawa at Spring Fling if he can just reverse moves like that!

Duke: I’d say Boda and Chase have no chance!

Miya then pins Stormbringer, 1…2…3!

THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH: MIYAGAWA!

Jeff: And Miyagawa ruthlessly… callously… sends his former stable mate flying out of PCW because of the good Doctor’s orders.

Dave: He was just putting on a good show, haven’t you heard of Puroresu?

Jeff: I don’t eat anything with tiger or dog in it. He’s a ass, he’s a evil bastard is Miyagawa… and remember this Sunday at Spring Fling, he takes on Big Bad Boda Daddy Cool and that Homo they call Chase…

Duke: IN A FIRST BLOOD MATCH!!!!

Jeff & Dave: WHAT??!!!!

Duke: Yeah, Miya thought it was “neat” and since we’re going to be in his home town on Sunday, I figured I’d say yes… plus it’ll drive the byrates up.

Dave: That’s good for PCW.

Duke: Also means I can get some eighty year old bourbon in too.

Jeff: Gah.

Dave: Let’s head out to a commercial, and when we’re back we’ve got Jeremy Howard versus The Chef for the Continental Strap.

((Commercial: PrimetimeCentral… risen from the dead more times than a Vampir Nosferatu stable partner… http://www.primetimecentral.net))

Dave: We're back on Turmoil fans and ready for our Continental title match!

Jeff: If that jobber Howard loses, then Kannon faces Chef at Spring Fling, right?

Duke: No.

Jeff: Ugh. This could get ugly.

Dave: Will you kiss Kannon's behind or Chef's? Heh.

The Muslim Call to Prayer blasts out over the PA system, signally for the entrance of the Chef. And, it only takes a few moments before the PCW crowd is given the chance to boo their hearts out as the Chef begins to make his way toward the ring with his Bertha clone #1 at his side.

Clay: First, coming down the ring aisle, weighing in at 284 pounds, from Paris, France..... THE CHEF!!!!!

Jeff: Praise Allah!

Duke: I thought it was Hubbard?

Jeff: Don't oppress me. I'll cheer as I see fit.

Dave: What a traitor. You're a disgrace to both religions.

The lights go out. All of the sudden, "Down with the Sickness" by Disturbed blasts out over the PA system as Jeremy "Krayzie" Howard makes his way toward the ring alone, with the Continental title slung over his shoulder.

Clay: And his opponent, weighing in at 234 pounds, from Elkhart, Indiana...... PCW CONTINENTAL CHAMPION..... JEREMY HOWARD!!!!!

Dave: He's already taken out Kannon. Is the Chef next?

Duke: He's just taking out the trash for me.

Krayzie makes it to the ring, stepping into a staredown from the Chef. Chef is quick to show his true colors as he drives a forearm into the Krayzie One's jaw. Howard stumbles backwards, trying to collect himself. Chef grabs Howard by the arm, whipping him into the ropes. Howard bounces off the ropes into a stunning shoulderblock from Chef. Howard hits the mat. Chef drops a big leg across the throat of Howard.

Jeff: Thank God. We're about to have a new Continental Champion.

Dave: If the Chef wins, he could be defending his Continental title and fighting for the number one contendership to the World title at Spring Fling.

Duke: And Kannon won't be fighting for a thing. Ha!

Jeff: You can't oppress him like that! He's the Gold Patron Meritorious.

Chef brings Howard back to his feet, slamming a knee into his stomach. Howard doubles forward. Chef grabs Howard, lifting him up for the suplex. In mid air, Howard readjusts himself, falling behind Chef. Krayzie locks Chef up and nails a high elevated reverse DDT.

Duke: That's how you drop scum like the Chef.

Jeff: He's such a pansy. I hate him.

Dave: One day, you might come face to face with that man. Ready for that?

Jeff: Hell yes.

Duke: I have got to give Jeremy a call tonight and let him know this.

Howard grabs Chef, lifting him up to a standing position. Krayzie sends Chef into the ropes. Chef bounces off the ropes and into a kick to the stomach from Krayzie. Howard spins around hitting Chef with a spinning wheel kick, following that up with a forearm to the face. As Chef begins stumbling backwards, Krayzie hits him with a rolling wheel kick. The force sends Chef falling over the top rope.

Jeff: What the hell? All of that was illegal.

Duke: I never saw a thing.

Jeff: You never do.

Chef starts to slowly get back to his feet. Howard grabs the top rope, springboarding over the top rope with a guillotine legdrop. As Howard is on his descent, Chef blasts him with a massive clothesline, sending the Krayzie One slamming into the arena floor hard.

Dave: My God, Howard could be broken.

Jeff: I hope so. It'd do Kannon, Scientology and myself all a favor.

Duke: You're a jackass.

Dave: I second that.

Chef grabs Howard, locks him in, then nails a forward version Russian legsweep on Howard. Howard's head smacks the arena for a second time. Howard writhes in pain on the floor. Chef grabs Krayzie, sending him back into the ring to finish him off.

Jeff: Finish that jobber off.

Dave: This could be it.

Duke: How many times have I heard that with you guys about my hoss. And, how many times does he prove you BOTH wrong?

Dave: Uh, no comment.

Duke: I rest my case.

Chef slides into the ring, grabbing Krayzie from behind and lifts him into the air. Before Krayzie has a clue as to what is going on, Chef just tosses him violently to the mat. Howard hits the mat, but still tries to get back to his feet. Chef sneaks up behind Howard, locking in the chicken wing on him. Howard leaps up and pushes off the top turnbuckle, falling backwards onto Chef.

Dave: What a heads up play by Howard.

Jeff: Blah.

Howard uses the ropes, trying to get back to his feet. Chef gets right up, turning to go right back at Howard. Out of desperation, Howard lunges at Chef with a superkick. It connects! Chef stumbles into the ropes, then begins to fall backwards onto the mat. But, Krayzie catches as he's falling, getting ready to nail the Krayzie Death Slam reverse brainbuster move. But, as Howard lifts Chef into the air, Xavier Kannon slides into the ring with a chair and blasts Howard in the back with it, causing Howard to drop the Chef to the mat.

Duke: DAMN THAT KANNON! Thats it! I'm fining him ten thousand dollars for that!

Jeff: Howard interfered in his match earlier!

Dave: He was saving Newbludd from being crippled!

Jeff: So!

Duke: That request is denied!

Kannon begins bashing away at Howard's body with the chair wildly.

Dave: This is uncalled for!

Kannon continues to mercilessly beat on Howard, as the Chef begins to help out. That doesn't get far though, as Big Alan Steele races out from the back, sliding into the ring. Chef turns his attention away from Howard, going right at Steele. Steele ducks down, lifting Chef over the top rope and to the arena floor. Steele slides out after Chef, while Kannon continues his assault.

Duke: I sure as hell hope my hoss gets ahold of Kannon on Fusion.

Jeff: Howard will go through a Snapple machine if he does!

On the outside of the ring, Steele and Chef trade blows, with Chef giving all that he can after the big fall. Inside of the ring, Howard tries to get back to his feet, even after chair shot after chair shot.

Dave: We need security out here.

Duke: Kannon can just spend the night in jail for this. Its blatant assault.

Jeff: You can't oppress his desire to attack Howard!

Dave sighs.

Dave: Jackass. We'll be right back after this commercial!

Dave: Two of PCW’s biggest stars go head to head in our next bout!

Jeff: Finally, match on Turmoil with some potential…wait! It’s got that infidel Steele! Please smite him Allah! Smite him I say~!

Duke: These two fellers here can put on a show; let’s see how they do…

Dave: Let’s hand this one over to Clay!

Clay: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

“One Vision” by Queen echoes through the arena as Chris Chase makes his way to the ring.

Clay: Introducing first, from Calgary, Alberta, weighing in at 227 pounds, here is “THHHEE MEESSSSIIIIAAAHHH” CHRIS CHAAASSSEEEE!!!

Jeff: I like his style, but I must proclaim the only messiah is MUHAMMED!!!

Dave: Isn’t he just a prophet?

Jeff: Not to Allah! Allah I say~!

Duke sighs, as does Dave.

The Olympic Theme song bellows through the rafter as Big Alan Steele walks down the aisle, without Sue by his side.

Clay: And now, from San Jose California, weighing in at 264 pounds, please welcome…BIG ALAN STEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEE!!!

Dave: Where is Sue at!?!?

Jeff: Probably still nursing the wounds given to her by Big B, no doubt!

Duke: At least she won Hoss…

Jeff: Yes, but the victory will be short lived!

Referee Bob Charlie signals for the bell…DING! DING! DING!

BAS and Chase circle each other. The crowd begins to chant…

Crowd: B-A-S! B-A-S! B-A-S!

Dave: I can feel the electricity!!!

Duke: Well, then stop sticking your fingers in those sockets, Hoss…

BAS lunges at Chase, who darts out of the way. The crowd boos his cowardly antics.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Jeff: Bah, what do they know about wrestling strategy!

Duke: Judging by your last match with Nelson, I’d say more than you, Hoss…

Jeff: Why you…you…THE PUNK CARD HAS BEEN PULLED!!!

SMACKABYADAVEAKERNA!!!

Dave: Shut up and watch the match Marx!

BAS lunges at Chase again, and Chase follow by sidestepping the attack and running over to the ropes.

Dave: What a sissy!

Duke: He’s more cowardly than a marked prairie dog!

BAS turns and looks towards the crowd, who start the BAS chant again. Chase thenchooses to lunge at BAS, he nails the big man a few times with some back clubs, but BAS doesn’t even flinch! BAS quickly turns around and CLOCKS CHASE WITH A HARD RIGHT SENDING THE MESSIAH FLIPPING OVER THE TOP ROPE TO THE OUTSIDE!!!

Crowd: YAY!!!!

Jeff: Come on Chase, get your shit together, you’ve got to help the Chef sauté some ass, Allah willing…

Chase rolls back into the ring as BAS awaits his next attempt at offense.

Duke: I think the varmint finally gots himself a plan!

Chase charges at BAS, who effortlessly lifts up the Messiah and GORILLA PRESS SLAMS HIM ONTO THE CANVAS!!!

Crowd: B-A-S! B-A-S! B-A-S!

Steele runs to the ropes, bounces off, and comes back with a leg drop…NO! CHASE MOVES OUT OF THE WAY!

Dave: Chase is resourceful; I’ll give him that!

Jeff: Give him something; he’s dying out there!

Chase pulls himself back up by the ropes. BAS gets to his feet and charges at Chase. The Messiah quickly drops to the ground and TRIPS BAS WITH A DROP TOE HOLD!!!

Jeff: Praise Yahweh!!!

Duke: You really are a fair weather religious man, aren’t ya Hoss?

Chase then catches BAS as he starts to rise up and hooks his arm around his head, PLANTING HIM ON THE CANVAS WITH THE EPITOMIZER!!!

Dave: It could be over right here!

Chase goes for a cover….1…….2…BIG POWER OUT BY STEELE!!!

Dave: Sweet sober Matthew Perry! Steele tossed Chase up like five feet in the air!

Steele slowly gets to his feet and faces a surprised Chase.

Chase charges at Steel, and slides IN BETWEEN THE BIG MAN’s legs!

Dave: Wow!

Jeff: I’d bet you’d like to be in between those, eh Kern?

SMACK!!!

Jeff: I deserved that…

Chase the leaps up a DROPKICKS STEELE, sending him staggering forward to the ropes, Steele bounces back from the ropes and Chase runs to the ropes andrebounds off, catching BAS with a KNEELIFT!!! Chase then hops up andattempts a FINAL ANALOGY…NO!!!! BAS grabs Chase by the throat, lifts him
up with one hand and PLANTS HIM DOWN ONTO THE CANVAS WITH A CHOKESLAM!!!

Dave: He’s got Chase! This is over!

Suddenly out from the crowd comes COREY WILLIAMS!!!

Dave: Dang, another match ruined…

Williams, holding a steel chair, quickly slides into the ring, and SURPRISES STEELE WITH A CHAIR SHOT RIGHT ACROSS THE SKULL!!!

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOooooo!

Duke: OHMIYAGAWA!!!

Jeff: Did you say Oh my god?

Duke: NO!!! OH…MIYA…GAWA!!!

Miyagawa runs down the aisle and slides into the ring, Williams turns around and sees nothing.

Jeff: Behind you!

But before Williams can turn around he’s LOCKED INTO MIYAGAWA’S OWN BRAND OF THERAPY!!!

Dave: This is total chaos!

Jeff: PRAISE ALLAH, THE CHEF IS BACK!!!

The Chef runs down the aisle, carrying with him his trusty rolling pin. He makes his way into the ring, and stands close to Big Alan Steele, watching the Herculean Hero get back to his knees. The Chef holds the rolling pin back, ready to strike, but drops it…

Dave: Why isn’t the Chef attacking Steele!?!? Is he showing Steele some compassion before the match!??

The Chef: SHALALALALALALALALALA!!!

The Chef chants out some nonsensical trash and JAMS HIS FINGERS IN THEN EYES OF STEELE!!!

Jeff: Ah ha! He just wanted to punish Steele with ALLAH’S GRACE!!!

The Chef then lets go, kicks BAS in the gut, and PLANTS HIM WITH THE TALIBANG!!!

Jeff: Tali-BANG~!

Dave sighs.

The Chef leaves the ring and begins to walk back down the aisle. Miyagawa finally lets go of Williams and looks back at the Chef. The Chef smirks at Miyagawa, not realizing that BODA IS HEADING DOWN THE AISLE!!! The Chef turns around and GETS CLOTHESLINED TO THE GROUND BY BODA, who rushes into the ring!

Jeff: DAMN YOU BODA!!!

Duke: Great horny toads!

Chase has gotten back up, and picked up the chair. He walks closer and closer to Miyagawa, ready to smack him with it when….

Dave: Yes!!!

He’s spun around, kicked in the gut, and PLANTED ON THE CANVAS WITH A BOUNCED CZECH!!!

Crowd: Bo-DA!!! Bo-DA! Bo-DA!!!

Boda stands back up only to looks Miyagawa square in the eye. Miyagawa turns and looks at the crowd, as does Boda, then both men look back towards one another. Both men stare at each other with glances of animosity as the PCW security guards surround the ring.

Dave: WAIT?! Who Won? IS BAS IN PCW STILL?

Jeff: Well he had to win… and we don’t know who won… SO BAS IS OUTTA HERE! HE’S GONE! HIS OVER IS OVER!!!! Sorry, I’ll stop watching cricket now.

Dave: Only one more thing to go tonight with the signing of Spring Fling’s second main event…. So let’s get to those commercials right now.

((Commercial: Jack Daniels… approved by Duke Williams and all members of Alcoholic Liars Anonymous))

Dave: Welcome back to Turmoil, the main event is over and done and it’s now time for the official signing of Spring Fling’s Second Main Event. Duke is already in the ring so let me send it to him.

We cut to the ring where the president of PCW Duke Williams stands with a mic in hand. The ring now has a nice blue carpet on it and a table in the center with a chair on either side.

Duke: It gives me great pleasure as PCW President to announce that in just a moment’s time we will sign a match that will forever change the face of PCW. Either the evil of Tyler Nelson will walk out on PCW…

The crowd cheers at that possibility.

Duke: Or The White Mexican could very well walk out on the fans and PCW…

The crowd boo loudly at that possibility.

Duke: Either way one of PCW’s legends will be gone so let’s get this match signed and start selling more Pay Per Views!!!

Jeff: You think Duke could try to hype this match any more if his life depended on it.

Dave sighs.

Jeff: Oh that’s right, I guess his life does kinda depend on it.

“Pretty Fly Tequila Remix” hits the speakers and the fans jump to their feet as Mexi calmly and intensely walks down to the ring.

Duke: Now coming down to the ring a former two time PCW Cruiserweight Champion, and the man challenged to the match… The White Mexican!!

Mexi steps through the ropes and stands on the other side on the ring, an intense yet cocky grin.

“Full Nelson” takes over and the cheers turn into the proverbial boos as Tyler Nelson walks down the isle with a somewhat worried look.

Duke: And now coming to the ring the former CEO of PCW, the former two time World Champion, former Television Champion and the former two time Rising Star Champion… Tyler Nelson.

Tyler smiles at each one of his accolades as he slowly climbs the steps and enters the ring.

Jeff: How does a man that has only held the Cruiserweight Title twice get to be called a legend?

Dave: Mexi has done many things in PCW that would classify him as a legend.

Jeff: Like?

Dave: He um… a… well he’ll beat Tyler Nelson and for once rid PCW of his greed.

Jeff: Pshaw like that’ll happen, Mexi doesn’t hold a Pay Per View victory to his name. You can all ways tell a pay per view in Mexico because every starts to choke.

Nelson stares at Mexi with great hatred as he pulls out a mic.

Tyler: This isn’t the match I challenged you to Mexi and you know it. I challenged you to a one on one match up where you can take your licks and I can move to the next in line on the hitlist.

Mexi looks at Duke who tosses him the mic.

Mexi: I may have been unconscious at the time but the camera doesn’t lie.

Mexi points to the jumbotron as the footage from earlier tonight plays.

I Tyler: Now what do I have to do to put you in a match with me at Spring Fling?

Dave: How about you start by letting him recover in a hospital!

Jeff: Shut up you don’t want to make him mad.

Tyler: What if we make the match No DQ? Is that what you want?

He pauses and stares into the closed eyes of Mexi and then shakes his head.

Tyler: Of course not you probably want the match in a cage too; so none of my “boys” can interfere right?

Again a pause and the only response is the boos growing louder from the crowd.

Tyler: (Grumbling) Fine you pride yourself in your incredibly high pain tolerance, so we’ll make it an I Quit Match Too! How’s this sound, one giant cage, one door the only way to win is make your opponent walk out the door? Huh? Whaddya say?

Nelson moves up close in Mexi’s face looking for him to give an indication to the match but of course there is none. He stands up and starts to pace angrily around the ring stopping just in front of OG and LeBlanc when he yells into the mic.

Tyler: HELL IF YOU WIN I’LL LEAVE PCW FOR GOOD!!!!!

The crowd gasps in silence as Nelson drops to his knees in a begging position.

Dave: I don’t believe what I’m seeing? Does Nelson want Mexi in a match that badly?

Jeff: If some guy made you lose everything you had, wouldn’t you want him that badly?

Dave: Good point.

Tyler: COME ON YOU BASTARD I’M BEGGIN YOU!!/I

The jumbotron returns to normal and Mexi shrugs his shoulders innocently as Nelson raves.

Tyler: That’s not fair you son of a bitch and you know it. You are screwing me! You are the good guy Mexi, have some compassion, it’s in the good guys code.

Mexi scratches his chin as he thinks about it for a bit.

Mexi: You know what Tyler I will cut you a break.

The crowd boos immediately at this not giving Mexi a chance.

Mexi: Now hold on a second, this match is awfully in my favour, a steel cage only one way to win and that is to make your opponent walk out on his own will. Perhaps that is a little in my advantage seeing as I have a DAMN BACKBONE!!!!

The crowd cheers along as Nelson sneers.

Mexi: I’ll tell you what, I will agree to remove the own will part of the match but if anyone interferes in the match for you lose and not that anyone would but if one of my friends backstage interfere for me then I lose.

Nelson looks away in disgust thinking of what to say when Duke says it for him.

Duke: Hell that’s more then fair a one on one match in a giant steel cage, whoever leaves the cage be it by his own will or not is out of PCW. We are wasting time boys, just sit down here at this table, grab a pen and sign away!

Mexi calmly sits down and picks up a pen all the time not taking his eyes of Tyler who is talking to himself under his breath.

Dave: Looks like Tyler might be a little bit afraid to face Mexi one on one.

Jeff: Never! Don’t even think such a thing.

Tyler stops pacing and takes a deep breath as he sits down at the table picking up the pen. Duke slaps down a match contract on the table, snatches Tyler’s pen and scribbles out the own will and writes in the interference bit, initials it then hands the pen back to Tyler.

Duke: Match changes are there in writing, now put your John Hancocks on there.

Tyler nervously flips through the pages checking over each one while the crowd chants…

Crowd: Sign It! Sign It! Sign It!

He gets to the last page and scribbles his name but not before another deep breath. Mexi grabs the contract and with out taking his eyes of Nelson he signs it and sets the pen down on the desk.

Duke: This match is official! Spring Fling shall see a Double Main Event, you boys may go know.

Mexi and Tyler both stand up staring at each other eye to eye as the PCW copyright logo floats onto the screen.

Dave: Well that wraps up Turmoil, we went a little bit overtime to stay with the match signing. Tune in Friday for the Fusion before and then five days from now we will bring you Spring Fling where those two hated rivals will bring a close to their feud in the first of two main events.

The screen fades out on the intense stare of the White Mexican and the worried yet not backing down stare of Tyler Nelson.