PURE TV #001 RESULTS (11/11/13)

[Director Callahan]

PURE.TV #1
Monday, November 11th, 2013
LIVE from the Key Arena, Seattle, Washington on AMC

Match #1:
The Emerald Assassin vs. Noah Walsh vs. Jordan Caliban vs. Stallion

Match #2:
Xianlong VS Decon Smith

Match #3: Special Attraction
"The Last King" Scott Wilson vs. "The Golden Boy" Jayson Garrett

Match #4:
"Madman" Chris Madison vs. "The Great" Jair Hopkins vs. Aubrey J. Parker

Match #5:
"The Promise" Anthony Bailey vs. Maverick Jones

Main Event:
Ash Scion vs. Allen "Portal" Bartsch

[Director Callahan]

WELCOME TO PURE TV

“Paradise City” by Guns 'N' Roses, the official theme for PURE TV, plays over the opening credits. It begins with a pre-recorded shot of Michael Callahan and Johnny Rebel watching from afar in the sky box as the ring crew toil away like worker ants to set up for the big show. Like a well drilled army, they work around the clock to set up the ring, position crowd barriers and arrange the seating to make sure everything's just right for the show and they've done an absolutely perfect job.

TAKE ME DOWN TO THE PARADISE CITY
WHERE THE GRASS IS GREEN AND THE GIRLS ARE PRETTY
OH WON'T YOU PLEASE TAKE ME HOOOOME?

Dazzling fireworks erupt from the main stage as the riff to Paradise City kicks in, signalling the arrival of the show and sending the fans absolutely bananas as a result. Impressively rowdy, the PW faithful almost drown everything else out with their raucous ovation that gives the show a welcome that would make rock stars jealous. The storm of cheering rages on for a while until the pyro stops and the crowd hit a gentle neutral of excitement to herald in the show. Cameras pan across the crowds, showing them in their sign-carrying, merchandise purchasing masses. Men and women, boys and girls of all ages have turned up in their droves for this show tonight and it is truly a sight to see.

Stanton: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first ever instalment of PURE TV! We are live before a sold out crowd in the Key Arena, Seattle, Washington and boy are we in for a show tonight. My name is James Stanton, veteran sports broadcaster and the voice of PURE Wrestling. Joining my side is retired pro wrestler “The Bird Man” Chris Condor, who will bring all the level of insight an expert in the sport can. Say hello Chris!

Condor: My leg hurts.

When the first verse of Paradise City kicks in and the excitement of the crowd simmers down, the music fades to a silence for a brief pause. Then, the acoustic tones of “When The Man Comes Around” by Johnny Cash blasts out the speakers prompting more noise from the fans.

THERE'S A MAN GOING ROUND, TAKING NAMES
AND HE DECIDES WHO TO FREE AND WHO TO BLAME
EVERYBODY WON'T BE TREATED ALL THE SAME
THERE'LL BE A GOLDEN LADDER REACHING DOWN
WHEN THE MAN COMES AROUND

Wasting no time in stepping out from behind the curtain in full Brooks Brothers bespoke suit, Michael Callahan gets a standing ovation from the audience. The former world heavyweight champion smiles humbly and waves at the delighted fans, almost knocked off his feet by the reaction to his arrival.

Stanton: A true lions roar for the co-founder of PW, Michael Callahan, one of two men whose vision helped make tonight possible and these fans are loving him.

Condor: Oh boy. Don't let his head swell any bigger Stanton. This planet isn't big enough to justify two moons.

The former pro life champion quickly makes his way down to the ring, shaking hands with fans and thanking everybody he sees for coming before climbing up the stairs, wiping his feet and taking position in the middle of the ring. Microphone in hand, Callahan leaps right into what he does best.

Callahan: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first ever edition of PURE TV!

Everybody marks out. “You've Still Got It” chants threaten to break the sound barrier, putting a smirk on the co-founder's face.

Callahan: Now I'm not going to keep you all waiting long. We've got a lot to get great contests to get to tonight and uhh... I've never been one to hog up TV time with my presence.

He tugs at the side of his collar gently as a polite ripple of audience laughter answers him.

Callahan: So I'll get right to it. First of all. It's time for the thank you's. I'd like to thank our special guests up in the sky box, a glittering galaxy of performers who all came here tonight to pledge support to PURE Wrestling in our infancy!

The camera changes up to the sky box where an all star cast of wrestlers wave. Amongst them are the likes of Jackson, Christian Kane, Natalie and William Bateman, Adrian Specter, Rick Moranis, Biggs, President Jeff, Buckson Gooch, Talon Wilkinson and even Envi. Truly, the stars have left Hollywood and come to Seattle. Maybe in the future, some of these names might take part in the action rather than bask in it.

Callahan: I'd like to thank everyone competing tonight on the show and everyone working the cameras, the microphones, the music, the lights, everything that is pulling this show together and making it one we'll never forget so thank you for that.

Unsurprisingly, the crew gets less of an ovation than the who's who of pro wrestlers in the sky box but their praise is humbling nevertheless.

Callahan: And thank you, everyone who bought tickets to be here tonight in the SOLD OUT Key Arena in my home state of Seattle, Washington!

And there goes the biggest pop of the evening. Nothing quite like cheering for yourself. The microphone even picks up a fat guy in an orange shirt yelling “SEATTLE ROCKS! WOOHOO!”

Callahan: And everybody watching at home live on the AMC Channel. Thank you for joining us tonight in making history on the first ever PURE TV!

Applause breaks out once again but Michael resumes speaking, acutely aware of how much time he's taking with his talking.

Callahan: Now, I'm not out here just to give my Academy Award speech. I'm here because there's a matter of business that requires resolution.

Callahan: Right now, somewhere in one of this state's great many metalworks, my business partner Johnny Rebel is overseeing the forging of our crown jewel. His scrupulous eyes are examining every detail as they design and build the prize reserved for only the best competitor we have to offer. That's right people. Right now, at this very moment, as I speak, the PURE Wrestling Heavyweight Championship is being created and it will be every bit as eye wateringly beautiful and majestic such an accolade deserves. So the question remains, who will be the first to wear it?

Everybody in the place has an opinion on who could and should be the first champion, but how is another matter entirely.

Callahan: Rebel and I bickered for days trying to figure out the best way to prove the person to become our first champion is truly deserving of such a moment in history. We talked tournaments, we talked different stipulations, we even considered having a big gauntlet match with everybody but in the end we decided we wanted make things nice and simple. We wanted to keep things pure so that there can be no question that our first ever champion is truly deserve.

Callahan's dramatic pause leaves the crowd with baited breath as they hang onto every word.

Callahan: So, what we have decided is this. On each of the next four shows, we'll be having a qualifying match to determine one of four people who will ultimately compete in a four-way dance to determine the company's first ever champion. We'll be hand-selecting competitors to appear in these qualifying matches based off of wins, sacrifice in battle and of course? Making an impact. Those who stand out from the crowd will get the opportunity to prove to everyone why they should be called champion and earn themselves a place in the match to determine our first ever champion.

The idea sits well with the fans who roar their approval, their only complaint being that they have to wait a week to find out who'll be the first contender in the bout. Michael smiles at the reaction, assured that he and Rebel came to the right decision.

Callahan: And when will that be I hear you ask? At our first pay-per-view, Crisis, live on pay-per-view on Sunday, the 29th of December!

The Monday PURE TV before Christmas will be cancelled. In summation, we have five more episodes, then two weeks to prepare for the pay-per-view. In the ring, Callahan is swinging his arms and whooping the crowd into a fever frenzy.

Callahan: So mark it in your calendars. Just when you've got your gifts and digested your dinners, our present to you comes on the 29th in which we'll see one of our lucky competitors get the chance to take home the Christmas present of a life time, the Pure Wrestling Heavyweight Championship. So with that said, it's time now to kick things off and it's only fitting on this day, Veteran's Day that we hand over to my good friend Sergeant Major Roger Kelso, a life long military man and our PURE Wrestling's ring announcer to carry out the proceedings. Roger, if you please.

Stanton: And there you have it folks. Four weeks of qualifying matches to determine the four competitors fighting for the chance to be called champion. What a great announcement. I can't wait to see who'll emerge in these early days as a PURE force to be reckoned with.

Condor: We're in clean slate country now Jay. Nobody has any edge over anybody so it's time to start beating people and getting the name out. The good will get better and the bad will get ruthless. Expect some make and break across the board from the PURE talent.

Callahan hands the microphone to Roger Kelso, a man whose physical presence betrays his frail age. Wearing his drill sergeant outfit, he certainly looks the part center of the ring but when he opens his mouth to speak the old charm is unmistakeable.

Kelso: ATTEN-HUT!

Some audience members stand up and salute. Kelso could smile but he isn't going to.

Kelso: Maggots and germs, if you will please kindly direct your worthless eyeballs to the entranceway, I would like to announce the FIRST EVER contest on PURE TV. It is a four-way dance, it will be contested under standard rules and will carry with it a twenty minute god damn time limit.

MATCH #1
The Emerald Assassin vs. Noah Walsh vs. Jordan Caliban vs. Stallion

Kelso: Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 160 lbs, and representing Parts Unknown... THE EMERALD ASSASSIN!

"Darling Violetta" plays as the lights dim to an emerald green. The Emerald Assassin runs down the ramp at full sprint and leaps into the ring under the middle rope. Once in the ring he rolls to his feet and poses fists at his waist.

Kelso: Coming to the ring next, weighing in at 221 lbs., and representing Seattle, Washington... "THE BROKEN" NOAH WALSH!

The opening chords of "The View From Here" begin playing over the PA system, bringing the fans to their feet.

"I wanted you to know
that your impression still holds my heart in place,
As I step outside an ever watchful sense of pride."

Noah Walsh steps out onto the entrance ramp, his head bowed, with a towel draped around his neck. He lifts his right arm, clenched fist, into the air before running down the entrance ramp, and sliding underneath the bottom rope. He rises to one knee, raises his right arm into the air once more, and stands to his feet. He walks to his corner, takes the towel from his neck, and throws it into the crowd.

Kelso: Making his way to the ring next, weighing in at 175 lbs., and representing Coleraine, Northern Ireland... JORDAN CALIBAN!

The song starts and the intro plays through and finally as the tempo picks up this Dude just saunter out onto the center of the stage cocky as all that, singing along with his own theme song milking every second of it swaggering from side to side on the stage, finally a Beautiful red head appears as if from nowhere behind him and places her hand on his head calming him and then she steps back as he drops to his knees pounding on the ramp and then coming back up screaming:

INCOMING!!!!!!

He rolls back onto his feet, the girl is standing behind him smiling at his behaviour, he is basically bouncing as he makes his way from the stage singing along with his own theme song and getting in the face of the crowd, the song speeds up again and Jordan runs at the ring jumping and sliding in feet first followed by a quick kip up into a standing corkscrew back flip landing back on his feet. The entrance ends with Caliban sitting on the top rope with the girl playing with his hair on the apron. Both are waiting watching the ramp or opponent intently.

Kelso: And finally, weighing in at 209 lbs., and representing Miami, Florida... STALLION!

"Ladies and gentlemen" by Saliva blasts out over the PA system; a few moments pass and Stallion emerges from behind the curtain and stops on the top of the ramp. The male fans begin to boo loudly while the females scream as Stallion smirks and takes it all in. He begins to strut down towards the ring where he stops and points his finger out at his opponent. They step back and Stallion uses the ropes to enter the ring.

Four Way Dance
The Emerald Assassin vs. Noah Walsh vs. Jordan Caliban vs. Stallion

The bell rings and all four men circle around each other waiting for a chance to sneak in and begin the match with an advantage. Finally, the Emerald Assassin locks up with Jordan Caliban. EA grabs Caliban's arm and twists it above his head, wrenching it tightly, which causes Jordan to squirm. Caliban kicks EA in the stomach, breaking the hold, and reverses course, grabbing the Assassin's arm and twisting it himself. Jordan leads EA to the ropes and whips him to the other side of the ring... and on the way back, Caliban launches him in the air with a hip toss! Unfortunately for Jordan, Assassin lands on his feet, and leaps back with a massive super kick that nearly decleats Caliban from his shoes!

Stanton: Good gracious! Welcome to PURE Wrestling, Jordan Caliban!

Condor: Would you wait a few seconds before you blow your wad all over the table, Stanton? I've seen better kicks from a 7th grade girl's soccer team. Don't ask me why I was watching that practice...

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ring, Noah Walsh has Stallion against the turnbuckle, pounding him in the midsection with a series of serious haymakers. Stallion leaps off the ground with every punch and Walsh finishes it with one to the chin which crumples Stallion to the mat. He picks him up and spins him around, grabbing him by the wrist and flinging him forward to the other turnbuckle. Stallion crashes hard, stumbling out of the corner, as Walsh bounces off the ropes and leaps off with a running bulldog! Walsh scrambles to cover...

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KICKOUT!

Walsh immediately goes back to work on Stallion, picking up his left leg, and cranking him over in a single-leg Boston crab. EA is working over Caliban, dropping elbows on the back of Jordan's neck, eventually sending him down to the ground on all fours. EA takes a step backwards and delivers a diving headbutt which flattens Caliban... and forces the Emerald Assassin to shake out the cobwebs of his own. After gaining his composure, EA rolls Jordan over for a pin attempt but Noah Walsh stomps on the pile and breaks the pin up before they can get started.

Stanton: That's the problem when you get four people in the ring, you have to keep the other two distracted long enough to cover.

Condor: I'd pin all three if I were the fourth in this match.

EA looks frustrated over Walsh's pin breakup and shoves him backwards. Noah isn't pleased and returns the favor. Finally, EA's had enough of their friendly pushing contest and clotheslines Noah over the top rope and both men crash hard on the outside. Stallion and Caliban are trying to fight their way back up to their feet, dealing with the effects of their various encounters earlier in the match. Caliban is the first up but plays possum long enough for Stallion to believe he's got the advantage. Stallion charges forward but Jordan is waiting with a back elbow that sends a mouthful of spit from Stallion's mouth flying straight up in the air. Jordan follows it up with a second, and finally grabbing Stallion by the neck in a snapmare position, before running over to the ring post and using it as a springboard and flipping overhead for an Acid Drop. The crowd applauds the high-risk move as Calibran slides over Stallion, hooking the leg, for a pinning combination...

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Stallion kicks out!

Walsh slides back in the ring to a boot from the high flying Caliban, who does his best to keep Noah on the ground, before making a run at the top-rope. Noah is up to one knee while Caliban is perched on the top rope... but before being able to leap off, Emerald Assassin has snuck back in the ring and throws his body in to the ropes, forcing Caliban to drop down on the top turnbuckle, racking himself and drawing a series of "OOHS!" and "AAHS!" from the crowd. Walsh is still perched on all fours, as Emerald leaps back up to his feet, running to the other side of the ring, before again charging forward. He uses Walsh's back as a springboard to dropkick Caliban off the top rope and down to the outside of the ring.

Stanton: Holy moly! Caliban took a risk and he paid dearly for his actions!

Condor: You could say Emerald Assassin flew through the air like a bird!

While EA is taunting Caliban on the outside, Walsh takes the opportunity to sneak up from behind and roll him up with a schoolboy!

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EA kicks Walsh off and sends him rolling... while Stallion creeps up from out of nowhere booting EA in the stomach the moment he gets up from his back, leaps over with a sunset flip, and hooks the legs as the referee gets in position to count...

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KICKOUT!

Assassin is clearly frustrated with the rapid-fire pinfall attempts, barely manages to escape a third from Stallion, who is sidestepped by EA, but Stallion stops himself just short from running shoulder long in to the steel post. Noah Walsh charges at EA, who again sidesteps the attack, using EA's force against him by grabbing him by the back of the neck and sends him flying over the top rope. EA catches himself on the turnbuckle but Caliban is waiting for him. Jordan plucks Assassin's ankles, which causes him to lose his balance and fall face first on to the apron on the outside. He crumbles down to the ground as Caliban pulls him back up and whips him hard in to the steel steps placed around the turnbuckle knee first, which in turn sends the Emerald Assassin flipping through the air and crashing down hard to the concrete floor.

Stanton: Well, that's one way of neutralizing a high-flyer... take out his knees and he's grounded!

Caliban gets back in the ring and immediately goes on the offensive towards Stallion. He rams his head in to the turnbuckle three times, with the crowd counting along, before leaping a final time, looking to add some additional force, and driving Stallion's head in to the turnbuckle bag once more. Stallion stumbles towards the middle of the ring when he suddenly realizes he's surrounded by Noah Walsh on one side and Jordan Caliban on the other. Caliban gives a slight nod to Walsh, whom he'd been working against the entire match, which is returned by Noah, and they meet in the middle with a double dropkick to the head of Stallion. He doesn't have a clue what planet he's on and falls down in the middle of the ring. Caliban, taking advantage of the situation, smashes his forearm in Noah's forehead, and throws him out of the ring. Caliban makes a beeline for the turnbuckle, pulling himself to the top, before leaping with the Caliber (Imploding 630 Splash)! He scurries for the cover...

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The Emerald Assissan is back up on the apron and dives to break up the pin.

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Kelso: Here is your winner by pinfall... Jordan Caliban!

Stanton: Hard fought win tonight for the Irishman Caliban, making history with the first ever win in PURE Wrestling! No doubt the higher ups will be taking note of all this when they're selecting people for the qualifying matches in the next few weeks.

[Director Callahan]

The instrumental to Rock Box by Run DMC blares through the PA System. The attendees inside the Key Arena turning their heads to the ramp where Diamond Legend and his manager Ed Lovet stand. The crowd instantly letting out the jeers. Diamond wiping his wite Armani suit. Smirking that persnickety grin and cockishly beginning a slow walk to the ring.

Stanton: That's Diamond Legend ladies and gentleman who recently signed a contract here with PURE Wrestling that already has been drawing in the talent.

Condor: Diamond Legend? Whose Diamond Legend?

Stanton: Didn't you just hear what I said?

Condor: Yeah, I did. But the question still remains. Who the hell is Diamond Legend?

Diamond snatches a microphone from a stage hand. Smirking before walking around the ring. He halts, and looks up at the crowd. His eyes just scanning around the arena.

Diamond Legend: Hmmm, so this is Seattle, and you guys are going to be the PW loyals huh? In this arena every Monday night where bodies where be dropped and hearts will be broken? It's going to be you guys? Here's a quick reminder though, who cares about you guys? Who cares about the cheers, the jeers? Who cares about anything you guys have to say? See where you guys are, you're in the stands. You're watching, but me, I'm in this ring and you're listening to me. So just keep doing what you're doing and just be dwerbs and keep your attention this way.

Stanton: The Fans? I care about the fans. What about you Chris?

Condor: I admit. I'm with Diamond on this one. Those guys mean nothing.

Stanton: Well it's going to suck for you when the show is over.

Diamond winks before continuing to pace around the ring. The crowd jeering him as he smiles, putting his hand in his pocket before looking back up.

Diamond Legend: See it's things like that. Things like that that continue to make you guys look foolish. You gather up in an arena to come see guys put on great wrestling matches for you, but then, then you don't know who has the talent and who doesn't. But yet you elect to stand in that crowd and boo me whose the most entertaining man to watch in Pure Wrestling. It's that denial in you pathetic low life's. Come on, just look at the match you just saw before you. The very first PURE Wrestling match. You just witnessed the very first PW winner, but that's not to say that you just witnessed a future champion of PW. That's not to say that (winner of the match) is going to go anywhere, because somewhere down the line he's going to have to cross me, and come on folks, that's not going to be good for him. For one, the match was lack lustered and those guys showcased how basic they are. For seconds, every single one of those dwerbs were just boring and last but not least they're just not better than me.

Stanton: I thought that was a pretty good introduction to what Pure Wrestling is all about. Showcased some of the bright talent we have here.

Condor: You call that talent? If it wasn't for my career ending injury I'll show you talent.

Stanton: Pure is about showcasing the stars of today's and tomorrows future. Those guys did a heck of job showing that.

Condor: Eh, I digress.

There are more jeers as Diamond just stares out into the crowd. Ed smiling as he claps his hands. Tapping Diamond on the back before Diamond slowly puts the microphone back up to his mouth.

Diamond Legend: I've, well we've me and Ed here has looked this card up and down, and the one thing that sticks out oh so big is that everybody on it is just not television like me folks. Only with the exemption of Aubrey J Parker. That's it, the rest of you suckateer's backstage are just PURE garbage like everyone in Seattle. I'd think that since this was the first show that the talent would at least be better than all the names I'm seeing on this roster. Who the hell is Alan Bartsch for one? Oh yeah, A dwerb, and Jordan Caliban, let's not even go there. Uh, Ash Scion flat out sucks, and oh wait. A fucking comic book wannabe hero, and that's not even it.

Stanton: This guy is a douche. Could someone please hurry up and get him out of the ring.

Condor: You know what? I kinda like the kid.

There are more jeers as Diamond has a pondering look on his face. A "Seattle" chant starting up. Diamond and Ed smiling as Diamond twirls the microphone in his hand. Once more looking around the arena before the microphone goes back up to his lips.

Diamond Legend: So many people will walk through the doors of Pure. Looking to become the face of it. Be the face in what is the last bastion of wrestling. Oh my, look, I just gave Pure a slogan. Anyway, in what is shaping up to be a company on the up in just matter of months, hell could be a weeks with all the faces showing up. Though, out of each and every body that will step in this ring, each and every face you will see, you will always remember this one. When you think about Pure Wrestling you will think about this one. This man right here. Those bunch of wannabes back there aren't just on this level. They aren't as star studded and dazzling as me. I am the epitome of everything Pure will represent. This will be MY domain.

"YOU SUCK, YOU SUCK, YOU SUCK!!!......"

Stanton: I can't help but agree. At least his attitude stinks anyway.

Diamond pulls his shades out of his suit pocket. Placing them on before looking out into the crowd once more.

Diamond Legend: So that's the best you could? You people will never learn, but since you are apart the Diamond Age I could give you a few suggestions. Like this one, fuck off. I am Diamond Legend ladies and gentleman. Better than the rest, and better than the best. You can bank on that.

He drops the microphone while that slow persnickedy grin creeps back on his face. The crowd jeering as his music flares up.

Stanton: We'll be right back folks.

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Kelso: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 175 lbs., and representing Los Angeles, California... XIANLONG!

Xianlong comes walking out to the Ramp and stops with his hands behind his back. He stops and looks at the crowd. He has a smile on his face and he begins to walk down to the ring. He rolls under the ropes and get up walks over to a corner and removes his top. He give it to an ring side attendant and starts to stretch before the match

Kelso: And his opponent, weighing in at 350 lbs., and representing Parts Unknown... DECON SMITH!

The lights goes down and a red fire ball blast's the stage lighting up the whole arena a red spot light focuses on the stage and Decon Smith walks out ignoring all the fans as he walks down the isle Decon Smith then grabs one hand on the top rope pulls him self up and climbs over the top rope into the ring and waits for his opponent and stands still in the ring with no emotion and waits for his opponent.

MATCH #2
Xialong vs. Decon Smith

Stanton: You have your classic David vs. Goliath match here tonight. Xianlong isn't a big man but certainly well eclipsed in the world of martial arts!

Condor: Let's be real here, Stanton... Xianlong is going to buzz around Decon for just long enough for the big man to take a few swats at him before crushing him for good!

Xianlong and Decon Smith tease a lock-up, but Xianlong slides under Smith’s arms and judo chops him in the back of the neck – forcing nothing but aggrevation from the much bigger competitor. Xianlong doesn’t break stride, completely focused on the monster that is Decon Smith. Decon folds his hands together, wrenching them as if he’s going to break Xianlong once he gets ahold of him but Xianlong jumps up and nails him with an Enziguiri a moment later! Smith falls to one knee and Xianlong nails him with a Dropkick! Smith reels, but still doesn’t fall! Xianlong glares up at him for a moment and then shoots the ropes, coming back for a Spinning Heel Kick-- but Smith captures him and launches him through the air, into the turnbuckles with a modified version of a Pumphandle Suplex!

Stanton: XIANLONG HAS BEEN LAUNCHED! Decon Smith with some tremendous power shown with that move.

Condor: I think anything that flies… and Xianlong might have got free peanuts he was up in the air for so long!

Xianlong has pulled himself up in the corner but Smith charges him and squashes him in the turnbuckle corner with a running Turnbuckle Clothesline. Xianlong groans and stumbles out of the corner, into a Sidewalk Slam from the mountain of a man! Smith drags Xianlong to the corner and ascends to the second rope to a pop from the crowd. He goes for the leaping splash -- but Xianlong rolls into the corner, avoiding Smith by mere centimeters! Smith clutches his ribs in pain and climbs up to one foot and one knee, but Xianlong charges him and nails him with a facebuster! Smith is driven face-first into the canvas and bounces onto his back from the impact! Xianlong makes the cover, hooking the near leg!

Stanton: This could be it!

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With authority, Smith shoves Xianlong about four feet into the air and off of him!

Xianlong lands on his back and groans from the throw, climbing to his feet, groggily, reaching a vertical base about a second after Decon Smith -- who charges him and takes him to the mat with a Running Shoulder Block!

Stanton: Good Lord.

Condor: Xianlong’s turned inside-out! And now Decon Smith is feeling it!

Decon Smith waits for Xianlong to get up from the mat and as he does immediately locks in a bearhug. He’s wrenching the smaller competitor with everything he has as the referee has no other optiom but to begin a standing ten count. However, after a few moments, Decon relents, hoisting Xianlong up and onto his shoulders! Xianlong fires away at Smith’s skull with forearms, but Smith drills Xianlong to the mat with a Powerbomb! The ring quivers from the impact and the young superstar arches his back in agony before Smith dives over him, shooting the half for the cover! The referee slides into position!

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Stanton: I’m not sure you could have made it any closer than that, Condor!

Condor: The referee was counting a little fast. I’m not sure I’d give him that much credit.

Decon Smith lifts Xianlong up to his feet and Irish Whips him across the ring. As Xianlong rebounds, Smith is hunched over, ready for a Back Body Drop, but Xianlong delivers a vicious kick to his sternum instead! Smith clutches his chest as he’s forced to stand upright and Xianlong takes a few steps back-- and goes for a superkick...but Smith blocks the attempt with both powerful hands and trips Xianlong, grabbing both of his legs and hooking them under his arms, attempting to turn him for the Boston Crab!

Stanton: And if he gets him turned over, this one might be done! I don’t see how Xianlong can escape from a three hundred and fifty-pound Boston Crab!

The crowd has erupted into a frenzy as Xianlong fights wildly, throwing himself as close to the ropes as he possibly can-- but he fails to escape in time as Decon Smith turns the smaller man over and locks him in a Boston Crab! Xianlong literally shrieks in agony, but he is able to haul himself and the big man to the ropes and Xianlong throws himself over the bottom rope with literally the last bit of strength he has left in him! Smith releases the hold, dropping Xianlong’s legs at the referee’s count of one and backs away from Xianlong, waiting for him to climb to his feet. Xianlong turns as Smith strides toward him, and delivers a lightning-fast European Uppercut to his jaw! Smith’s head jerks backward from the impact and Xianlong hops onto his shoulders before twisting to nail a Release Hurricanrana! Smith is flipped onto the canvas and Xianlong rolls to the center of the ring, pushing himself to his knees, breathing heavily.

Stanton: And now Xianlong is looking to turn these odds in his favor!

Condor: Well, he’s got to soon! Smith has been making him look the fool for the last few minutes!

Xianlong charges Decon Smith and blasts him with a Running Front Dropkick that knocks him into the ropes. Xianlong then leaps up, grabbing Smith by the shoulders and pulling the large man down on top of him, rib-first onto his knees hitting a modified Double Knee Gutbuster! Smith rolls to his knees in pain and Xianlong measures him once more, murmuring under his breath before he steps out of the ring, to the apron. He waits, impatiently, for Smith to get to his feet.

Stanton: Now might be a good time for Smith to turn around!

As if on cue, Decon Smith groggily turns around as Xianlong launches himself up to the top rope and leaps off, nailing a Springboard Lariat! Decon Smith is drilled to the mat and Xianlong hooks his far leg for the cover!

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Xianlong climbs back to his feet again and glares at Decon Smith, though it’s obvious that he’s trying to force a smile, quickly applauding his larger friend. Smith is slow climbing to his feet and Xianlong rushes him, going for a flying cross body, but Smith easily uses one of his trunk-like arms to swing and catch Xianlong with a clubbing blow to the temple! Xianlong reels and Smith shoots the ropes before coming back with a Clothesline that turns Xianlong inside-out! The crowd roars as Xianlong spirals through the air, landing on the back of his head and neck from the impact. He immediatelygoes for a pin….

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The crowd releases a collective sigh as Xianlong’s shoulder shoots off the canvas. Decon Smith looks surprised at the kickout, but not discouraged. He signals for the end of the match to the audience and as Xianlong reaches his feet, Smith goes for a massive club to the small of the back but Xianlong is able to duck out of harm’s way and throw his foot at Smith with a side kick to the sternum. Smith drops to one knee, as Xianlong leaps over Decon’s neck, twisting his legs around the massive frame of Smith, and locking in the Dragon Choke (Triangle Choke). Decon fights desperately, usually able to flick off a much smaller opponent, but Xianlong has it sunk in tightly, and he has no other choice but to tap the mat before he goes to sleep!

Kelso: Here is your winner by submission... Xianlong!!!

Stanton: That was some much! David just slayed Goliath right here ladies and gentlemen. Decon Smith will be livid!

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[Director Callahan]

The cameras switch backstage where Diamond Legend and Ed Lovet stand inside of their locker room. Diamond pointing to the TV. Of course it showing the broadcast. The fans laying down the jeers at the sight of the man.

Diamond Legend: See that, now that's beauty. What you just saw before that. Now, that's just crap. I was hoping that I could see a match more enjoyable then that waste debut match, but here we go again. If a blind man was given one day to see a wrestling show and he's seen what's been showcased so far then he probably wouldn't give a fuck about being blind. But guys have the nerve to think they actually have talent when Johnny Rebel can wrestle better than them, and folks that's never a good thing.

He turns away from the TV and looks square into the camera. Ed standing behind him as he smiles.

Diamond Legend: If I were you people out there in the crowd, watching at home, then I sure as hell could not wait until next Monday when Diamond Legend graces the ring. Not only is he not basic but the guy is tele-f'n-vision. What can be better than that? Oh, the Main Event we're having here tonight? Ha. Put old dwerb versus unintelligent chick and see if it sells seats. Look at this face. I'm not saying that it's Main Eventing at best. I'm TELLING you. You get nothing but pure entertainment from me. Hell, you mines well go ahead and name this show after me, because quite frankly I am going to be it. No matter what faces have shown up or how much reputation someone has they still got nothing on the new pinnacle and that's me.

He smirks before taunting the fans in attendance. Looking back at Ed who steps in front of Diamond.

Ed Lovet: I don't think I've introduced myself to you ignorant people of Seattle and lack lustered talent of Pure Wrestling. Well, I'm Ed Lovet and from the looks of I manage the best thing that's ever going to happen to PW in Diamond Legend. Just look at what's been televised so far. I haven't seen a product note worthy of a spot on any roster. Yet alone an organization by the name of Pure. Things just aren't adding up, but the bright spot is right here. It really is. In us, the combination of a beast creation. Diamond's the talent and I'm the eye. Don't know what you guys would be....

He's cut off by Diamond.

Diamond Legend: They would be dwerbs.

He steps back behind Ed as Ed looks back at him and rolls his eyes a little. He turns his head back around and smirks.

Ed Lovet: To be honest I already know that I could take over this place. Make it my company and show people real pure talent, but that's not the objective. At least for right now. The plan is to make sure that the talent in this kid right here gets what he deserves as he becomes the superior ultra star of Pure. Now I know everyone is saying that Diamond Legend isn't much of nothing, but that's what's going to make this ride that much enjoyable. That's the reason why he will claw his way to the very tippy top of this orginization. It's bound to happen. I''ve changed this kid up and I've put him on the path he needs to be on. Mark my words. Diamond Legend is the present and future of this company. Mark my words.

Diamond points back at the tv. The cameras swining it's way.

Diamond Legend: Hopefully Scott Wilson and Jason Garrett can show a little bit of talent, but more than likey they wont. So continue to bore my face off fellas.

He smirks as the cameras begin to fade and back to the ring we go.

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Whose world is this?
The world is yours, the world is yours
It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
"It's yours!"

The chorus and intro to “The World Is Yours” blares open through the speakers of the complex as the cheers are for the arrival of “The Dying Breed”. The three young, aspiring talents come from the back, spotlight focused on them as they walk with style and grace while slapping the hands of their adored fans. Those of the haters are ignored as the three make their way towards the ring.

As the introduction ceases, the men climb and roll into the ring as it’s a simple wave to the crowd before going to each corner of the ring, standing on the second turnbuckle, with their arms in the air. They look around before dropping down simultaneously. They come together back to the center of the ring, ready to take care of business.

Anthony Bailey: “SEATTLE ... What’s good?”

[ The jam-packed Key Arena goes off as they hear the voice of Bailey. Bailey nods with a smile as Hopkins points all around. ]

Jair Hopkins: “Yes Yes Ya’ll! We don’t stop! We won’t stop! The Dying Breed is definitely in the place to be! PURE ... FRIGGIN’ ... WRESTLING!!!”

[ The excited crowd goes off yet again as Hopkins daps the fist of Bailey. ]

Anthony Bailey: “Tonight is only the beginning of this journey. What we did in APW was no doubt unbelievable and unforgettable but here in PURE, we’re looking to progress yet another few steps.”

Jair Hopkins: “Before we signed those contracts to be apart of PURE’s legacy, I second-guessed myself .. alot! So many companies were after us, wanting exactly what they saw when we were in APW. Me and Ant lost hours of sleep but we then realized.”

[ A long pause entered before Hopkins chose to continue. ]

Jair Hopkins: “PURE Wrestling is just who we are. The Dying Breed. Pure wrestlers. Those who’ve followed us since the beginning know. Those of you who are new, you will get to experience it.”

Anthony Bailey: “The future is very, very bright for TDB. Plans are being set in motion. With our plans and your support, there is no limit. We appreciate you all!

Jair Hopkins: “The fact that even Timmy Tebow is jealous of our fan base lets you know. We’ve come a long ways in two years. We plan on continuing to amaze and surprise you here in PURE. Get ready!

[ The fans begin chanting “T..D..B” repeatedly as Hopkins and Bailey bow down slightly. ]

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Kelso: The next match is scheduled for one fall and is a special attraction pitting one PURE Athlete against an outside competitor! Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 230 lbs., and representing Sacramento, California... "THE GOLDEN BOY" JAYSON GARRETT!

The lights dim and Don't Stop begins to play. Garrett bursts out of the curtain screaming, "I am golden!" He wastes no time entering the ring barely acknowledging fans before sliding into his ring, throwing off his hoodie, and standing on the turnbuckle of each corner.

Kelso: And his opponent, weighing in at 254 lbs., and representing Seattle, Washington... "THE LAST KING" SCOTT WILSON!

The arena grows dark. Blood red lights beam down from the ceiling while the whole arena is basked in a dim golden glow. The titan tron flashing the scene of crows on a castle, before switching to an axe falling and then blood, blood that splattered the screen before the image of Scott Wilson appeared. Throwing people across the ring, hitting finishers. The sound of The Charm by Unearth blasts over the P.A. System. Smoke pours down from above the walkway to backstage. Scott Wilson walks out slowly, clad in his gold colored tights that have 'The Arbiter' printed on the front and wrestling boots that have 'Last King' printed in gold going down the sides. He takes a long glance at the FWA crowd, who are booing him intensely him. He soaks it all in, that this is what he caused. He slowly walks down the ramp, taking massive abuse from the pumped up crowd. He reaches ringside and once again takes a long glance at the crowd before walking forward to the ring. He heaves himself up onto the apron and enters in through the middle ropes. He immediately climbs the nearest turnbuckle and taunts the crowd, who in turn boo him even harder. He jumps back down to the canvas and awaits for the match to begin.

MATCH #3: Special Attraction
"The Golden Boy" Jayson Garrett vs. "The Last King" Scott Wilson

The bell rings, and the two lock horns in the middle of the ring. Wilson uses his slight size advantage to whip Garrett over in a side headlock, wrenching tightly, before Garrett gives him a few shots to the kidneys and breaks free of the hold. Garrett boots him in the stomach and then runs off the ropes, but as he comes back, Wilson is waiting, and lifts him for a side-walk slam, but Garrett counters with a headscissor takedown, sending Wilson sliding across the ring. Both athletes are up on one knee, and ready to pounce again as the PURE Wrestling crowd applauds in approval of the fast and furious start to the match. Garrett is the first to his feet and charges at Wilson with his arm extended for a clothesline, but Wilson ducks, and sends Garrett charging towards the ropes. He leaps up, using the middle rope as a springboard, and sends himself backwards with a springboard back-elbow that catches Wilson across the jaw. Wilson stumbles backwards but doesn't get knocked off his feet as Garrett tries to catch him sleeping with an arm-drag but Wilson stops it, hops across with a reversal, and sends Garrett flying with his own arm-drag. Wilson shoves Garrett down on the mat as he's trying to get up with his boot, and follows it up with a series of kicks to the head of Jayson Garrett. Now that the match has finally slowed down, Wilson is happy to grab Garrett's leg, step over and drop to the mat with a grapevine, wrenching on the hamstring of Jayson Garrett.

Stanton: It’s probably a wise move to try and keep Garrett down on the mat. He’s dangerous on any level but with the slight size advantage Wilson has over him, keeping him grounded seems like the best strategy.

Garrett catches just enough of Wilson with a series of stomps to break the hold but the move has done enough damage to ground Garrett momentarily. Jayson tries to shake off the effects but can't, and is forced to eat a clubbing forearm from Wilson. Garrett is backed up against the turnbuckle, as Wilson steps back, and then lunged forward with a high knee that catches Garrett across the chin. Jayson folds to the mat, as Scott leans over his chest, and the referee jumps in to place to make the pinfall attempt...

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Stanton: Close call there but you're going to need a lot more than that to finish Jayson Garrett this early in the match. Wilson has faced some of the best of the best but Jayson Garrett might be the best he's ever been in the ring with!

Condor: Right now, I don't think it matters, Stanton. Scott is on a mission to make his first match in PURE Wrestling successful.

Garrett gets up rolls to the outside apron in an effort to catch a breather. Wilson toys with him, swatting at him with right hands, but Garrett has enough wherewithal to duck underneath and dodge a few. Wilson's had enough and kicks Garrett in the stomach and torpedo's him back in the ring with a handful of hair. Scott scoops Garrett up in a suplex position and holds him straight in the air, posing for each side of the ring, as the fans boo at Wilson's attempt at showing off. He eventually drops down on the man with a Hangmen's Neckbreaker that sees Garrett bounce off the mat in an awkward position. Wilson isn't done - he grabs Garrett and wraps his arms around his waist, sending him over the top with a bridging German-suplex, as the referee slaps the mat...

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Stanton: Garrett showing some resolve here... I thought that Scott had him there!

Scott looks at the referee and claps his hands three times in protest of a perceived slow count. The referee shakes his head in disagreement and Wilson moves over to Garrett in a stalking like fashion. Jayson lies face down on the mat as Wilson straddles him and begins slapping him on the back of the head... taunting the downed megastar. The fans immediately begin to show their displeasure for the German competitor but he doesn't give them the satisfaction of a response. He peels Garrett up and off the mat, and throws him in the corner turnbuckle, watching Garrett slam hard against the padding. He stumbles out as Wilson sends him to the opposite side of the ring with equal force and Garrett remains in the corner this time. Wilson walks caddy-corner across the ring and charges forward towards Jayson Garrett, who's holding himself up only by the ropes and corner turnbuckle. Wilson leaps, but at the last possible second, Garrett dips out of the way and Wilson crashes hard in the corner, the steel post catching the side of his head. Scott lays there in the corner, as Garrett struggles to his feet.

Stanton: This is the opening that Jayson Garrett needed to get back in this match! Wilson miscalculated and found himself tasting the unforgiving steel of the post!

Condor: Garrett has taken a lot of damage, I'm not sure that he has enough left to gain the advantage.

Garrett proves our grumpy color commentator wrong and punts Wilson across the stomach and sends him bouncing off the top rope and down on the apron outside of the ring. Garrett runs against the ropes and baseball slides in to the side of Wilson's head, and watches as he slams hard against the outside guardrail. Garrett's in significant pain but doesn't stop him from climbing to the top rope - as the fans rise in anticipation. Garrett leaps off with an elbow drop on to the outside of the ring, on top of Wilson, and both men writhe in agony. Wilson took the majority of the impact, and it shows as Garrett is the first up and rolls back in the ring, albeit tucking his elbow in tight. The referee starts his count and waits for Wilson to get back in the ring:

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Stanton: Welcome to PURE Wrestling, Wilson!

Garrett pounds away with a series of rights and lefts, causing Wilson to cover himself with his elbows over his head. Garrett doesn't relent and pulls Wilson's hair to get him back up to his feet. He Irish-whips Wilson in to the ropes, and as he comes back, sends him spinning over with an arm-drag, when Wilson pops back up almost immediately, and Garrett follows with another one. Scott refuses to stay down and Garrett continues with his third arm-drag. Wilson stumbles up but Jayson is waiting with a running hurricanrana and follows over in a sitting position, reaching back to hook the right leg, and the referee is ready to count...

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Garrett leaps back up to his feet and Wilson stands wobbly in front of him. Jayson springboards off the ropes and while grabbing the back of Wilson's head, leaps in the air with a single-handed bulldog. Wilson crashes hard on the mat, but pounces back up, where Garrett is waiting again with a inside cradle before Wilson even knows what's going on! The referee counts and the crowd gasps in anticipation...

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Garrett, frustrated at his inability to keep Wilson down, meets Scott in the middle of the ring with a fury - the two charge at one another and end up down on the mat with a double clothesline. The match is starting to take it's toll on both men, and it's showing by the time it takes for them to get back up off the mat. The crowd is rooting on Garrett and jeering Wilson at the same time as they both seemingly find their balance at the same time. Garrett comes rushing in but Wilson takes him down with a double leg takedown, crossing Garrett's legs and flipping him over in a Texas Cloverleaf but Jayson reaches up in a well calculated move to spin “The Last King” in to a small package! The referee counts…

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Kelso: Here is your winner by pinfall... “The Golden Boy” Jayson Garrett

Stanton: Believe it or not, the outsider just upset Scott Wilson! I can't believe my eyes! I thought Wilson had it.

Condor: Just goes to show you that Jayson Garrett is a terrible human being but a fantastic wrestler. Good work.

[Director Callahan]

The scene opens backstage as Jenny Perry is steady walking up the corridor, as it seems that she is heading towards the locker-rooms. However on this particular walk that is not the case, as she continues walking pass there. When Jenny gets to her destination; which ends up actually being only a few doors over, Jenny looks at the camera-person to confirm a ready signal. The anticipation of where Jenny Perry is right now, is killing the viewers, until she finally knocks on the door.
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The name-frame immediately sends out a mixed reaction among the PURE Universe. The buzz is so strong as a matter of fact, it splits the crowd right down the middle with a new call & response chant.

Main-A-ttract-Ion
Mannie Sucks!
Main-A-ttract-Ion
Mannie Sucks!

The chant dies down as Jenny Perry begins the interview.

Jenny P: Ladies and Gentleman 'The Main Attraction'.

The door opens right on cue as 'The Main Attraction Mannie Romero, strides out of the room with his Posse. Once making their way out the room, Mannie, Jacinta, and Alec. All three of them stand firmly near the wall, as Jenny continues on talking.

Jenny P: Hello Mannie, tonight is the first ever PURE event in history. The show is being watched by Millions of viewers at home. So Mannie my first question to you, is how does it feel be in PURE Wrestling right now?

'The Main Attraction's girlfriend Jacinta rubs on his chin a little bit, right before rubbing his opens palms together.

Jacinta: Go ahead Papi, speak your mind!

Mannie: Okay so the PURE Universe wants to know how I feel?

Mannie scratches his temple.

Mannie: You want to know how 'The Main Attracton' feels PURE?...Well I will tell you how I feel PURE, I feel-

Before 'The Main Attraction' can finish talking, he is interrupted by a passing figure.

Jenny P: Excuse me Mannie, hold that thought for just a moment!

Jenny rushes to keep up with the passing shadow, leaving Mannie, Jacinta, and Alec huddled together in disbelief.

Jenny P: Chris Madison! Can I please have a quick moment of your time!

The camera crew caught up to Jenny as she stood next to Chris Madison who was in full combat gear, making his way towards the ring for his upcoming bout with Jair Hopkins and Aubrey J. Parker. Jenny fixes herself quickly and presses the microphone up against her mouth as Madison stands by her side with his hands on his hips.

Jenny P: Big match out there tonight! Do you have any last words for your opponents?

Madison: I guess this is the spot where I tell you why I'm dismantle Jair Hopkins and Aubrey J. Parker.

Madison's demeanor quickly changes and Jenny moves aside as Mannie, Jacinta, and Alec surround him. He quickly sizes up the two men in the group and snickers to himself.

Mannie: I don't know if you saw me Chris? But I was in the middle of interview back there.

Madison looked over Mannie's shoulder at Jenny who was trying to stay out of the way as the tension grew.

Madison: Yeah, must have been riveting...Now if you'll excuse me, I have a wrestling match to go win.

Mannie: Like you stand a chance against Hopkins and Parker. Only reason you're in that match is because I wasn't available due to some contractual obligations...

Madison: Right Mannie, whatever helps feed that ego kid. I used to be just like you. I used to think everything was about money, endorsements, and fame. It's a sad, lonely road you're traveling. One day you're going to wake up and reflect on your career and wonder what you've ever really accomplished. You're going to feel empty and never truly satisfied with your time in this industry. Turn it around now because it's not too late...

Madison walked through the group, nudging Mannie out of the way with his shoulder. Alec quickly leaps to the front of the pack, trying to follow Madison, but is stopped by Mannie's hand pressed on his chest.

Mannie: Hold on Alec, not yet!

Alec: *Growling*

Mannie: Don't worry though Alec, we got nothing but time brah...He'll get his "reality check" soon.

Mannie shouts some encouragement at Chris, before he turns the corner.

Mannie: GOOD LUCK HOMIE! (Crooked Smile) Let's go!

The scene fades to ringside.

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The haunting instruments and vocals of Tina Molia penetrate the arena through its sound system as "Nothing Has Been Broken" hits the PA and the crowd erupts into a thunderous reaction. The song rips through the PA system, followed by neon strobes swaying through the crowd. Their reaction only grows louder as Aubrey J. Parker steps out onto the ramp. She surveys the eruptive legions of fans with a thoughtful expression upon her face, placing her hands on her hips. With a smirk, she begins an energetic strut down the ramp toward the ring.

Kelso: Introducing first, from Pleasanton, Calfornia... She is AUBREY J. PARKERRRRR!

Reaching ringside, she casts a look around the arena and ascends the steel steps, climbing up the turnbuckles to sit at the top, glancing around at the booing audience with a smirk. She quietly sits on the top of the turnbuckles for a few moments before hopping down into the ring. She moves to the ropes once more, looking out into the audience with glimmering eyes, mouthing something at the masses that continue to either rally behind her or boo and heckle her. She rolls her eyes at the crowd and leans in the corner, waiting for action as her music fades.

The arena goes black as the sound of static screams over the P.A. system. White snow visually takes over the video screens as the fans buzz in anticipation. "Immortal" by Eve to Adam replaces the static with the echoing lyrics with a light guitar in the background.

I am immortal

I'll never fade away

I'm a legacy that lives beyond,

Far beyond the grave...

I am immortal

I'll never rest in peace

And you're never gonna be

Never gonna be

Never be

Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! 

The lights cut back on as the hard rock song begins to pick up. Chris Madison walks through the entrance area with his head down. He stops walking as he makes it to the foot of the entrance ramp. He shrugs his shoulders and then throws a few shadow jabs and uppercuts. He stops and tilts his head back, outstretching his arms horizontally with his palms up in the air. Madison lowers his head and gazes into the crowd with his cocky smile. He marches down to the ring banging his head to the music and arrogantly ignores all of the fans attempts to put a hand on the Madman. He hops onto the apron and climbs to the second rope in the nearest corner. He looks out and points to the fans while dragging his other thumb across his throat in a slashing motion as the chorus hits.

“This is it (What?!)
Luchini pourin' from the sky
Lets get rich (What?!)
The cheeky vines
The sugar dimes
Can’t quit (What?!)
Now pop the cork and steam the vega
And get lit (What?! What?! What?!)”

[[ Casually making his way from the back, Hopkins comes out at a ryhtmic pace with the music as he begins to “feel the vibe” of the crowd. He does a slow spin-around as the fans greet him with cheers as he makes his way down the ramp. Slapping hands and blowing kisses to the females in attendance. ]]

Announcer: From the “Concrete Jungle” in Brooklyn, New York, he stands at 5 feet, 8 inches and weighs in at 208 pounds. He is one-half of “The Dying Breed”, JAIRRR .... HOPKINSSS!!!

“Introducin' phantom of the dark
Walk through my heaven with levitation
From efficient
and these leathers showboatin with Rugars
Flash vines Belafonte vigga
Lets get for what it's worth
As we confiscate your figgas”

[[ Entering the ring as he stylishly poses on the apron he hops upon, he takes in the sight as he looks back at the entrance way. That bright, trademark smile of his shows as he makes his way into the ring. His braids flapping around as he jubilantly accelerates from one side of the ring to the next, bouncing up on the middle rope to the crowd, throwing up that unforgettable “TDB” hand sign. He hops down and hops the near turnbuckle before nodding in approval at the scenery. He hops off and back on the canvas as he stretches, waiting for his opponent. ]]

MATCH #4
“Madman” Chris Madison VS “The Great” Jair Hopkins VS Aubrey J. Parker

Circling the ring like buzzards on a body, all three competitors eye up one another for any signs of weaknesses in the early stage of the match. Before long a plan forms when Madison nods at Jair and Jair nods back, prompting a simultaneous bull rush of Aubrey who instantly darts out of the ring to cover herself. Her frame and size doesn't allow her the ability to take on two male competitors at once, so she takes a step back to allow progress to continue without her. Jair and Madison shrug and lock up with each other collar and elbow style, although with Jair's injuries still lingering and Madison's expertise as a grappler it's plain to see who takes the early advantage. After exchanging holds momentarily, Madison secures advantage with a rear waist lock followed by shoving Jair forward and waiting for him to turn into a big overhand left that drops the tag team specialist to the ground.

Stanton: And as we start our fourth contest of the evening, Madison takes the early advantage with a big time punch to the mouth that oughta' knock a few teeth loose. Condor, your predictions on the bout?

Condor: As a former high-flying submission specialist, I'm torn between wanting Jair and Madison to win but nobody pulls out the win when they need to quite like Aubrey. I'm not predicting a winner, but I'm predicting Madison will snap somebody's arm like it's a wish bone.

With Jair on the mat, Aubrey rejoins the fray now and does so by blindsiding Chris Madison with a big time fore-arm followed by a chopblock. With a mean streak the length of the Sound, Aubrey has no qualms about leathering some authoritative stomps into Madison's sternum, taking the wind out of him but then Jair finds his feet launches out of the gate with a flying dropkick to Aubrey's chest that sends her crashing into the turnbuckle. Groggy, she's helpless to move out of Jair's way as he leaps up over her and pumps up the crowd for a ten punch. She's not so out of it however that she can't push Jair's legs up out high from underneath him and making him crack his head on the turnbuckle pad as he falls. He bounces off it like a basketball and lies in a heap on the mat, allowing Aubrey chance for a double leg hook.

Condor: Hahaha! Hopkins just ate the damn turnbuckle. It'll be some showing if he has teeth left after this one.

Stanton: Aubrey with a stunning level of quick thinking! Jair might have a concussion after that blunt force trauma from the ring pad. Cover from Aubrey!

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Jair kicks out with time to spare, he's stunned but not done. Aubrey starts calculating how best to pick apart Jair next but Madison intervenes before she can put plan into motion. He grabs her around the waist and hits an overhead German suplex that flips Aubrey clean over and smacks her face off the mat with a horrifying thud. Jair sensing an opportunity finds himself back on his feet to deliver an intestine quivering stiff boot right into Madison's guts and follows up post haste with a DDT to plant the submission specialist on the ground. Jair rolls Madison over and hooks the leg for the cover.

Stanton: Hopkins making the cover on Madison after a kick and a DDT that would've made his partner Anthony Bailey proud! Will this be enough?

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Stanton: Madison gets the shoulder up but wait! Now he's got a grip on Jair. Madison doesn't want to get up off the floor but rather keep Jair down with him.

Condor: It's a pinfall for Jair but it's a defensive side mount for Madison. This is about to get ugly. Madison's got a tight grip on Jair's arm and in that position, it can only mean one thing.

Kimura time. Madison cranks on the pressure full throttle with an arm submission that Jair just isn't prepared to deal with. He kicks and thrashes and tries to break free of the hold but all he can do is hold on for dear life as Madison tries to twist the arm right out of its socket. Despite being in the defensive state, Madison is coming close to overpowering Jair who uses all the strength in his arm to try and over power the shoot fighter while pummelling his face bloody with some club fists. It comes down to the intervention of a diving axe handle from Aubrey Parker that the match is saved and the submission hold is broken.

Stanton: It came close there! Luckily, the foresight of Aubrey has kept the victory out of Chris Madison's gloves so far but even still, you have to wonder how long it'll be before Aubrey finds herself in one of those holds.

Condor: If we're lucky? Not very long at all. I'd love to see someone choke out that obnoxious living, breathing mannequin once and for all. Only a nuclear weapon could knock that goofy grin off her dumb face.

With the match saved, the three lie on the floor for a moment licking their wounds. Chris finds himself first to his feet to meet Aubrey while takes to the corner to lick his wounds in bruised ribs and a close to broken arm. Chris throws himself at Aubrey, opening with a series of jabs that back Aubrey up into a corner and bloodies up her mouth courtesy of a cut on her bottom lip. With nowhere to run, Chris comes in hand with a big overhand left but Aubrey ducks out of the way and turns the table on her aggressor with some cornered knife edge chops that leave welts on the barrel chest of the mixed martial artist. After six or seven chops that that leave Madison's chest looking like rare steak, Madison ducks his head out underneath the top rope and pulls her in for a guillotine choke across it that immediately attracts the ire of referee Watanabe.

Condor: That is genius! A guillotine choke with an assist from the steel cable! Go on Madison! Choke her the hell out!

Stanton: It's not exactly kosher in the world of wrestling and Watanabe knows it, trying to break up the hold that Madison is ruthless in keeping a hold of.

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THREE!

FOUR!

Madison breaks the hold but the damage is done to Aubrey, having basically been garrotted in the middle of the ring. She stumbles into Jair's awaiting arms. He hoists her up and drops her straight back down with a BK Drop and immediately converts it into a cover.

Stanton: Jair with the BK Drop! Cover attempt!

ONE!

TWO!

Madison with a sharp boot to Jair's face breaks up the cover in the nick of time.

Condor: Aubrey lives to fight another day but only because Chris Madison has an obsession with trying to decapitate Jair Hopkins.

With the end in sight, Madison knows his next move instantly. He grabs Jair and pulls him in for the powerbomb, hoisting him up and making Jair's spine audibly crunch when he cracks him like an egg with the Backiotomy. Finding his feet, the roar of the crowd kickstarts Madison's adrenaline. He roars like a wild animal, eyes ablaze with fury as he sees Aubrey push to her feet. He stalks in like a real predator, hinging back a knockout punch making the Peruvian Necktie all but an obvious conclusion but as he fires forward Aubrey ducks. Madison overshoots the punch and spins out, leaving him susceptible for a roll-up which Aubrey converts instantly into The S&S. Madison thrashes and flails but with Jair out thanks to the backstabber powerbomb, he has nowhere to go but out.

Stanton: S&S! AUBREY HAS THE S&S! Will Madison tap out?!

Condor: NO! Don't let that entitled little brat have another reason to feel entitled!

Figuring it better to live to fight another day, Madison taps and Watanabe calls for the bell.

Kelso: Here is your winner by submission, AUBREY J. PARKERRRRRRR!

Stanton: An incredibly hard fought, close victory here but Parker has proven herself a cut above the rest with a submission victory over Chris Madison! Who'd have believed it?

Condor: Not me, that's for damn sure. Now I owe the camera guy twenty bucks. Thanks a lot Aubrey.

[Director Callahan]

We open backstage where Jenny Perry is roaming with her camera crew. Instantly growing excited when she see's Diamond Legend stepping out of his locker room. Jolting toward him as he startled when he see's her.

Diamond Legend: Who are you?

Jenny Perry: I'm the resident interviewer here. Jenny Perry.

Diamond doesn't say anything. He's a bit amazed by her stunning smile.

Jenny Perry: Can I have a word with you Mr. Legend?

Diamond places a hand to his hip as he looks Jenny up and down.

Diamond Legend: Honestly I feel like you're not even worthy of my time, but since you're here and in desperate need of someone entertaining to interview, yes you may.

Jenny looks dumbfounded before giving a whatever look at the camera.

Jenny Perry: Anyway, as the viewers know you've recently signed a contract with Pure Wrestling. Tonight not only has Pure already showcase awesome talent, but it's also drawing in millions of viewers from at home. What would you like to say to anyone that's just tuning in?

She places the microphone up to Diamond's lips.

Diamond Legend: For starters you guys haven't missed anything except me being the dazzling specimen that I am. I thought the match you just missed would be something at least a bit note worthy, but I guess my prediction was wrong. Once those cameras leave this face you might want to tune into something else.

A "Best first show ever." chant stirs up. Diamond smirking as he hears the fans.

Jenny Perry: Tonight we've witnessed some stellar performances. Who has stood out the most to you so far?

Diamond looks up, his expression thoughtful as he looks back down. '

Diamond Legend: I think that would be nobody. Unless you count the blonde I saw in the crowd. Other than that I think I'm turning the TV off in the locker room. These last two matches may be the worst of them all.

He shakes his head.

Jenny Perry: Allot of fans are excited to see Pure's first ever main event here tonight. Your thoughts on the match?

Diamond Legend: Why? Why are they excited for a main event of two people who can only fail to me? Why? Everything I've seen so far has had no regards for wrestling. What makes you think it's going to get better?

He walks to turn away, tired of answering questions from Jenny but she stops him. He turns around. His expression a little livid.

Jenny Perry: Can I get a couple more questions?

Diamond Legend: Two more that's it?

Jenny smiles.

Jenny Perry: Next week you make your PW in ring debut. Who would you like to step in that ring with and why?

Diamond Legend: Really, this is a question that doesn't even exist to me. If I'm better than the rest and better than the best then my compo shouldn't matter. Therefore stating that it really doesn't matter. DUH!!

Jenny Perry: And for my last and final question. How much gel do you use for your hair?

The crowd laughs as Diamond gives Jenny an indignant stare before walking off. The camera beginning to fade after Jenny's final words. The broadcast cutting to commercial.

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The crowd explodes into cheers as "Hometown Hero" by Big K.R.I.T. begins to blare and fog starts to roll down the entrance way. The arena lights turn blue and the fog creates a haze effect. Anthony "The Promise" Bailey steps out from behind the curtain slowly. He stops for a moment, flashes his signature smile, and looks around the arena. Bailey's eyes widen as he strides to the ring greeting multiple fans. He climbs up the ring steps, steps through the ropes and into the ring.

Kelso: Introducing first, from Tampa Bay, Florida, weighing in at 230lbs... "THE PROMISE" ANTHONY BAILEYYYYY!


"CAN YOU FEEL IT?"

Maverick's theme begins playing over the loudspeaker. Maverick, covered in a web-like cloak steps out from behind the curtain. He stands under a shower of red sparks and throws the cloak off of him.

Sgt. Major Kelso: From Edgewater, Maryland weighing in at 197 pounds, Maverick Jones!

Maverick runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. He stays on the ground speaking to himself something no one else can hear. He shakes his head and stands up turning his gaze to the referee, starring him down

MATCH #5
ANTHONY BAILEY VS MAVERICK JONES

Not even waiting for the bell to ring, Jones lunges with a furious flurry of fast punches to the head and chest of Bailey, backing him up into a corner where referee June Wilson doesn't hesitate to try and break them up. She gives Jones a stern talking to but he blatantly ignores her, pushing her out the way and driving Bailey further into the corner with some swift boots to the side. Bailey swings his torso on the other side of the rope to put some space between him as Wilson pulls Jones back and gives him a real shouting down. Bailey capitalises and pushes Wilson out the way to drop Jones with a stiff clothesline. Bailey then delivers a swift kick to the face and pulls him up straight into a lifting vertical suplex.

Stanton: Maverick Jones is making enemies of the official June Wilson here in the early goings of this match. Make no mistake, Wilson isn't afraid of anyone in that ring.

Condor: Bailey putting hands on an official there. Nice to see that go wilfully ignored.

Stanton: To be fair Bird Man, they both did it.

Condor: You can apply that same reasoning to the Cold War but that doesn't mean it was justified.

Bailey and Jones soon find their feet where they tangle up once again for another colision. This time Jones strikes first with a swift kick to the guts followed by some sapping kicks at the knee of his adversary to take out the vertical level of the bigger man. Jones runs Bailey to the corner and smashes his face off the turn buckle, trying to drop him with the impact but Bailey remains steady. Jones tries a second time but Bailey puts on the brakes with a boot. He then swings out with a knee to Jones gut and puts on a front face lock, running him out to the center of the ring to snap a DDT to the mat that rattles the already rattled mind of Jones. Bailey isn't quite sure how else to play it so he decides to play it safe with an early cover.

Stanton: Cover by The Promise! That snap DDT just opened up Jones to a world of trouble if Bailey can capitalise on it.

Condor: I hope Bailey stops promising to be a kiss-up. That would make him far more bearable to watch.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT by Maverick Jones.

Condor: HE GOT IT!

Stanton: No Chris, just a two count I'm afraid. Jones is as tough as they come, he's not gonna' let this one go easy.

Condor: Crazy people never do.

Building some momentum, Bailey pulls Jones off the mat into a Dragon Sleeper. He clamps it on tight and The Disciple of The Grand Design seemingly has nowhere to go as he's locked in center of the ring. Nowhere to go of course but up. He demonstrates his strength by dead lifting Bailey up onto his shoulders Oklahoma Slam style but Bailey slips back off the shoulders to his feet. Noticing him wriggle free, Jones leaps for an overhead bicycle kick that cracks The Promise right in the skull and brings him crashing to the floor. Jones looks up to the sky as if to thank the Mother Woven for the foresight to pull out that little trick, then goes for another cover.

Stanton: Unorthodox manoeuvre by Maverick Jones! I could hear Anthony Bailey's teeth click as a result of that big overhead kick!

Condor: Unorthodox? Jeez. You really are new to this. I used to do stuff like that back in the day. Why? Because it worked. Bailey doesn't even know what world he's in. Cover attempt by Maverick.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT by Bailey.

Stanton: That was a close call!

Whether it be prayers to a strange God, muttering aloud a game plan or cursing under his breath at underestimating Anthony Bailey's toughness, Jones is babbling just low enough for the mics to not be able to pick up. In a vengeful fury, he decides to take out the trash by pulling Bailey to his feet and throwing him out the ring but The Promise holds on by a thread to the top rope. Jones thinks on his feet and channels his anger into a turnbuckle springboard dropkick that sends Bailey flying to the floor from apron and rattles the fans in the process. Bailey is down but only momentarily. He finds his feet and turns to spot Maverick coming at him with a suicide shoulder tackle through the ropes but Bailey hits the deck and Jones shoots overhead, crashing into the announce table head first.

Stanton: My Goodness! Jones overshoots the leap and lands right in our laps ladies and gentlemen! He was picking up some steam but a lucky dodge by Bailey might well have turned the tables!

Condor: And ended his career. Stupid kid. Don't be reckless!

Bailey takes a second himself to thank a deity, knowing full well that he just dodged a bullet with that last second drop. He capitalises on the incident and pulls Jones out of the human heap that he is on the floor. Bailey throws Jones back into the ring and makes a quick cover, making maximum utility of the opportunity.

Stanton: Cover by Bailey!

Condor: That might be the smartest move he's made his entire career.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT by Maverick Jones. Bailey can barely believe his eyes. Car crash victims would've winced at that impact.

Condor: HE GOT HIM!

Stanton: Only two and Bailey is lost for words. Nothing can keep a man fighting like the human spirit.

Bailey takes a moment to get the crowd on side by pointing at them, which they respond to with loud cheering. He then peels Jones off the floor and goes for the Guaranteed Success (Michinoku Driver) but despite the assuring title, Jones slips off Bailey's back and delivers a stiff Cobra Clutch Backbreaker that makes Bailey's eyes pop out of his skull. Jones pulls back to the corner with hunger in his eyes as Bailey weakly stumbles to his feet, groggy as Jones comes at him with the speed of a fighter jet launching a beautiful Natural Selection knee but WAIT! Bailey rolls out of the way again and Jones lands awkwardly on his knee. Jones finds his footing but eats an Enziguri followed almost instantly by The Word of Promise! The Springboard DDT connects! Jones head damn near implodes from the impact and the crowd goes absolutely wild! It's all over now!

Stanton: WORD OF PROMISE! ANTHONY BAILEY NAILED IT!

Condor: Those dodges have served Bailey well. Jones was a little overzealous with his offence and Bailey has capitalised! Cover attempt!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Kelso: Here is your winner by pinfall... “THE PROMISE” ANTHONY BAILEYYYYY!

Stanton: For most of this match Jones took Bailey apart but somehow, The Promise kept his word and pulled out the most stunning of victories!

Condor: Beautiful. Truly beautiful. Tip of the cap. Not even I was that good at dodging. Both these men have definitely proven something here tonight. What that is? I don't really know. But it's important.

Bailey gets his hand raised to "Hometown Hero" as we cut to commercial.

[Director Callahan]

We get a black screen with an old man's voice reciting a passage of poetry which also runs across the screen in green type



The creature you face is a Caliban, a thing made of 2 creatures, different feet and hands, it will tear out your throat and take all that it can. Why would you ever face a Caliban




The highlight reel starts with the music above and a young man swaggering out onto an unknown stage somewhere with the name Jordan Caliban written across the screen, it then switches to him sprinting to the ring for a triple threat match, the video goes to the starting sequence with a luchadore taking the first shot with a strong roundhouse style kick toward the ribs of another wrestler. He swings another, but the unknown wrestler blocks it, only for Caliban to connect with a sharp elbow to the face. the man stumbles backwards, and Jordan follows it up with a big jumping kick that takes him to the mat. Caliban lands and spins around, the luchadore catches him with a strong side kick that sends him stumbling into the ropes. the luchadore tries to follow it with a running cross body, but Caliban manages to use the luchadore's momentum to throw him over the top rope and down to the floor he then jumps up on the middle ropes triple H style and celebrates. we switch to Jordy on his back fighting up against ending with him Kipping up into an ace crusher we end with the imploding 630 shot on the unmasked opponent


Montage of Calibans promos with no sound and just him joking and messing around backstage We switch to Jordan sitting on the top rope watching another masked wrestler and waiting for the bell to ring during their match, we quickly switch to the handshake and then to the 2 men exchanging kicks and blocks in the ring before he finally lands a dropsault on the masked man sending him out of the ring to the floor only to be followed by a Mascara Dorada inspired dive using the middle of the ring ropes as a ladder before springing out of the ring with a shooting star press, we get a quick montage of the worlds scariest pile driver and the cyclone DDT, We see Caliban's pissed frustration at the end of the match and we get an abridged recap of him tricking the ref and cracking the luchadore over the head with a chair before putting him in the two tone pass out to end the match


The music dims and then a hand appears holding something in a spotlight, a voice emits from the shadow



This is a hand grenade, the pin for now is securely placed on the trigger mechanism, but when the time comes this grenade will blow the glass ceiling to shit and leave everyone in front of me bleeding in the shards


The hand grenade is thrown up into the air and it becomes a single light bulb hanging from the roof swinging back and forth, as the camera pans down a young man is standing in the light, he has a black mask pushed up onto his head so you can see his face



My name is Jordan Caliban, I kick harder, think faster and fly like a fucking bird circling a worm. I'll make this clear, Im here to kick the shit out of someone and just like every good warrior I already have the weakest beast among you in my sights, you don't know who I am but I know you. I am here to make my name and you are the one I want to walk over to do it 

With this Caliban bursts into fits of laughter and his head falls back, when it comes back up the mask is on and he is giggling, when he speaks his voice is higher and more manic, he speaks quickly  

Some things should stay in the dark but most of these things in the end come to light, this is a warning... the Punkin walks among you


And with that the mask is pulled back up but this time there is another beneath it, pure black showing no features, once again he speaks but this time the voice is old and seemingly filled with dust



We are what comes next in the world of professional wrestling, we will never claim victory until we take it with our own 2 hands, and these hands are the ones you all want to avoid 


The lights flash on and we are in a large warehouse building, pieces of rafter are falling off and in the distance is a small maze of corridors and a set of stairs to the basement  


Pretend this is our world and somewhere here in this building there is a door and behind that door is a room full of dust and dirt and shit build up over years, and housed in that room is the life timers of the careers of every single one of you in this locker room. Wanna know what happens when the sand runs out? Just watch what we are capable of  


And with that he starts to laugh going through all 3 voices in reverse order



bahahahahahahahahahahahaha



He then takes a Joint out of his shirt pocket and lights it pulling his hood up and with a wink and a smile at the camera the shot ends 

The highlight reel of a title match opens with Jordy making a slightly different entrance wearing a strange black mask resembling a Pumpkin, He stands at the top of the ramp crosses his feet and drops down into a cross legged sitting position soaking in the crowd and then lifts the mask up to wink at the camera, we start with a slightly more experienced looking wrestler slapping Jordy, with the mask back on, across the face and Jordy quickly coming back with a DDT, we switch to a frog splash and then another shooting star press to the outside, this time with a running single leap up onto the top rope, we see the older wrestler take over stomping on Jordy and playing to the crowd, we see him lock Caliban in the sharpshooter and Jordy getting the ropes. We switch now to a stand off with both men nailing each other in the face with punches, then another DDT and Finally the Caliboom, the song in the background ends and you can hear a crowd chanting "your going home in a fucking ambulance" the screen goes black as the chanting continues. The green type appears again along with the voice


Something undeniable this way comes

MAIN EVENT
Ash Scion VS Allen “Portal” Bartsch

Stanton: And now folks we come to our main event for the evening. The young and hungry Ash Scion will take on Allen “Portal” Bartsch in what will only be known as a war of generations. This is going to get ugly.

Condor: If you're not a dummy and actually have your finger on the pulse of popular culture, you'll know that Scion has been whipping up a storm on Twitter by being a mouthy little ring rat and engaging in some shameless back and forth with Bossman Callahan. Frankly it makes me feel physically nauseous that people can feel any emotion for each other than unvoiced disdain but that's just the way the cookie crumbles. What I'm hoping for now is that Old Timer Bartsch puts this barking little mutt on the shelf.

Stanton: Her promise to the world was asses in seats, bodies in graves. But Bartsch has been there, done that, seen it all. He's not going to take any nonsense here tonight.

The bell rings.

For a moment, everything comes to a total halt. Bartsch and Scion stare each other down. The crowd fall silent as the tension of the moment grips everyone by the sack. Moments turn to hours when finally the two collide in a collar and elbow tie up in the middle of the ring. Bartsch twists into a headlock. Then Scion twists into a hammerlock. Barstch swings an elbow round that Scion ducks but falls right into a front face lock. Scion bullrushes forward and pushes Bartsch against the ropes, then springs free and pounces on Bartsch and sends them both flying over the top rope and crashing to the floor below.

Condor: Nice to see you again! Really. I love being this uncomfortably close to reliving my youth again.

Stanton: Off to an unusual start as the match begins OUTSIDE of the ring.

Scion finds her feet first but Bartsch isn't one to slouch. Scion delivers a swift swooping up kick into Bartsch's chest but while he sponges the impact, he grabs a hold of her leg and hoists her up and throws her to the floor on her shoulder. Bartsch swoops in fearless of the youngster and hits a back snapping suplex onto the solid concrete floor below. No padding to absorb the blow, Scion winces and clutches the small of her back but in her mind she's aware that she can't stick around long. Bartsch goes to grab her for a second attempt at putting the rookie through her paces but Scion throws a swift upkick to crack Barstch in his dome then finds herself vertical and hits a running dropkick that sends Scion flying shoulder first into the steel steps.

Condor: Ohoho YES! This is the match I've been waiting all NIGHT to see. A match where the competitors actually kill each other!

Stanton: Back and forth, no clear advantage in the early goings but that dropkick might be the turning point!

Aware that the referee is counting, Scion quickly rolls into the ring then back out again to set the count before marching on the downed APB like the Soviet Army on the Reichstag. With unbelievable venom, she delivers some heavy boots to the chest and ribs of APB followed by a concussion worthy sandwich shot to the head that rings the bells in his head as his head bounces off the steel. Scion takes a few steps back, licking her lips at the opportunity presented. She charges forward like a stallion into battle and goes for a dropkick to the seated APB but Allen with his veteran instincts (or human “Oh God this'll hurt” instincts) and dives out the way in time for Scion to smash both feet against the steps. The shock of the impact rockets up her legs and back, jarring her whole body as she hits the ground hard.

Stanton: Oh Good Grief-NO! Oh my goodness! That went bad for Scion but it could've gone a whole lot worse for Allen if he hadn't moved. What a horrendous impact!

Condor: Forget Icona Pop! I LOVE IT! This match is phenomenal. This is what wrestling is all about. Two people going tooth and nail and trying to ruin each others livelihoods. This is beautiful. Poetry in motion I say!

Bartsch considers just throwing Scion back into the ring and trying to go for an early pin rather than do anything drastic but when he starts to cough up a mouthful of blood, he decides retaliation is required for her attempt to snuff out his fire. He drags a kicking and screaming Ash Scion into another vertical suplex but this time instead of slamming her on the concrete, he rattles her insides by dropping her stomach first onto the guard rail and follows it up instantly with a whiplash inducing lifting knee to the head that sees her using the front row crowd members as a place to crash. The crowd delight in it, trying to push the dazed Scion up to her feet while APB basks in the moment with his arms held high.

Condor: YES! The old man still has it. I thought he'd gone soft in his old age but that just proved he can still dish out the suffering like he did in 99 in his No Rules match with Mr. Merciless.

Stanton: Wow. That is an outdated reference and a half.

Scion clambers back over the ring barrier, dazed and confused after the unbelievable assault she just took from her adversary. Bartsch rolls her straight into the ring and makes a quick cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT by Scion at two!

Bartsch drags Scion off the floor and into an overhead Belly to Belly suplex but in overestimating her weight, he actually throws her so hard that she sticks the landing on her feet while Bartsch simply falls to the floor. APB tries to roll over to find his feet but Scion takes the advantage and leaps on top of him, pulverising the veteran with mauling hammer handed shots that will no doubt leave the veteran with bruises. Scion pulls herself off APB and hits the ropes as he finds his way to one knee, leaving him wide open for a devastating hook kick to the head called “Kill the Switch”. APB eats it hard and is sprawled out for the count with trails of blood emanating from the corner of his mouth. Scion dives into the cover.

Stanton: Ash Scion just killed the switch on APB! We could have a winner here!

Condor: That song is stupid, but that move is not! Ash makes the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT by APB at two! Scion is furious. She protests that Referee Steve King got it wrong but King does not negotiate with terrorists. He simply points to the two fingers he's holding up at her and tells her that that's enough out of her.

Condor: Tell it sister! Argue with the ref and leave yourself wide open to attack-There we go!

APB twists Scion quicker than a Tornado and delivers unto her a most devastating Alabama Slam that smacks her already target back straight against the mat. APB of course goes for the double leg roll-up.

Stanton: Shades of Hardcore with that one! Will it be enough?

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT at the last second by Scion! APB can't believe it.

With all the damage done so far, APB's next logical option is to apply the old classic that makes perfect sense given his targeting so far. Evidence of this is Scion nursing her back when she walks into APB's picture perfect bearhug, squeezing the god damn life out of her with all the strength he can muster. Not only does he apply all the pressure he can, he swings her around like a rag doll too making it incredible difficult for her to escape. She pounds against his back with shots but APB isn't budging an inch. She squawks with the pain shooting through her back, fighting all the urges in her to just throw in the towel. She tries to pull her leg back to try and find some footing to work with but APB just hooks her leg back in and in the center of the ring, she has no way of finding the ropes.

Stanton: Photo opp of a bearhug right here! This is some old school Allen Bartsch. Will Scion give in?

Condor: What choice does she even have? I don't think even she could overpower the ol' bear.

Maybe not, but with some finesse she manages to slip her arm underneath APB's neck and slap on a choke hold. APB shakes violently as he feels Scion cutting off his oxygen supply. He tries to throw her around even more, but her grip on his head means she's not budging. It becomes a battle of endurance to see whether or not Scion will tap or APB will pass out first. The crowd are chanting APB but it's not enough to keep him conscious. Knowing that Scion isn't going to tap first, he carries her and sprints right into the turnbuckle, smashing her in the corner. Both submissions fall apart and now both parties take a moment to recover, wounded from their exchange of submissions.

Stanton: Scion's quick thinking submission skills just saved this match! APB must be impressed by the performance put on by his rival here tonight.

Condor: I know I am. She wrestles just like I did back in the day! If she steals APB's finishing move, a technique I called “The Mocking Bird”, then I may just have a new favourite copyright infringer.

APB takes one step back to look at Scion, smiling as he figures out a game plan. With Scion still leaning against the turnbuckle, APB charges in to hit the All Points Bulletin (Complete Shot) and drags her out to nail it but as APB takes the leap, Scion grabs a hold of the ropes and APB slips landing dazed on his head. Scion dives into a double leg dolphin pin. APB kicks and flails to get her off him as Referee Steve King slides to make the count. As soon as he's got his eyes on APB's shoulders, Scion puts her feet up on the ropes.

Condor: YES! Scion with her feet on the ropes! Perfectly legal manoeuvre!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Condor: SHE GOT HIMMMMMMMMMM!!!!! YESSSSS! Ash Scion is the winnerrrrrr!

Before APB knows what's hit him, Scion is out of the ring and heading for the entrance ramp as Icona Pop's “I Don't Care” blasts through the system. APB doesn't know what happened, nor does the referee but the crowd does and they are livid. Audience members start throwing garbage as the sadist takes an unreasonable amount of pride in her ill-gotten victory.

Kelso: Here is your winner by pinfall... ASHHHHH SCIOOOOOOOON!

Stanton: Ash Scion just stole a win from APB! Feet on the ropes, clear as day, referee should've seen it. APB got robbed here tonight.

Condor: Who knows? She might've won anyway. She played a smarter game. Deal with it!

Stanton: I'm afraid that's all we have time for here tonight but I want to thank you all for joining us on the first ever instalment of PURE TV. We'll be back next week where one lucky person will be crowned the first of four contenders to the PURE Wrestling Heavyweight Championship! This has been James Stanton and Chris Condor, signing off.

The last shot is of APB's furious expression when he realises what just happened. Scion on the other hand couldn't be more thrilled. In case it needed to be spelled out for you, this one is far from over.

End show.