PURE TV #002 RESULTS (11/18/13)

[Director Callahan]

PURE.TV #2
Monday, November 18th, 2013
LIVE from the Key Arena, Seattle, Washington on AMC

Match #1: Showcase Match
Pat Gordon Jr. VS "Madman" Chris Madison
Submission Match

Match #2:
Emerald Assassin VS Stallion VS Dennis Driver

Match #3:
Alessandra Nyara and Joe Martinez VS Young Mannie and Lucien Mephisto II

Match #4:
”The Last King” Scott Wilson VS Decon Smith

Match #5:
Diamond Legend VS Alisha Vause

Match #6:
Allen “Portal” Bartsch VS “The Great” Jair Hopkins VS Maverick Jones

Main Event:
Jordan Caliban VS Xianlong VS Aubrey Parker VS Anthony Bailey VS Ash Scion
PURE Wrestling Heavyweight Championship Fatal Four-Way Qualifier

[Director Callahan]

DUE TO SOME TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES, TONIGHT'S EPISODE OF PURE TV HAS BEEN DELAYED UNTIL THIS TIME TOMORROW EVENING

WE APOLOGIZE FOR THE DISRUPTION THIS MAY CAUSE.

JOIN US FOR THE NEXT TWO HOURS AS WE BROADCAST RERUNS OF CSI MIAMI

Just kidding. Start the show.

“Paradise City” by Guns 'N' Roses plays over the intro credits which is noticeably less filler shots of the Seattle skyline and more clips of the hot action from last week. A veritable highlight reel of the high impact moves from last week plays until a fade out to the arena where a once again stoked sell out crowd scream themselves hoarse for the show. The usual pyrotechnics display kicks things off with a bang until it eventually ends and the shot cuts to the commentary table.

Stanton: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Episode 2 of PURE TV! I'm award winning sports broadcaster and radio personality James Stanton here live and in person with The Voice of Experience “The Bird Man” Chris Condor in what is sure to be yet another explosive show as we get closer and closer towards Crisis, our first pay-per-view event. Say hello, Chris!

Condor: Hello everybody!

Stanton: Tonight we've got a rock steady card for you this evening. We've got plenty of new faces, a tag team match and in tonight's main event we'll see the first of four qualifying matches for the PURE Wrestling Heavyweight Championship match at Crisis. Out of Anthony Bailey, Xianlong, Aubrey J. Parker, Ash Scion and Jordan Caliban, one of those five will confirm their place in the main event of our first pay-per-view.

Condor: Right now though we've got an opening bout that'll set things off just the way I like it. Two men, old rivals will square off to try and HUMILIATE each other in a submission match encounter where one dude is gonna' have to tap out like a punk.

Stanton: It's a must win situation for Chris Madison who despite an impressive showing last week succumbed to Aubrey J. Parker's devastating S&S lock. Will Chris redeem his loss last week with a big win this week or will the visting Pat Gordon Jr. do his old man proud and cement Madison's fate with the Pat Lock?

Condor: We're gonna' find that out RIIIIIIIGHT now.

Sgt. Major Robert Kelso takes center stage with a microphone in hand. Rows of the audience rise to their feet to salute the war veteran in what is quickly becoming a trend.

Kelso: PUKES AND PUKETTES, IF I MAY HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE! THE FOLLOWING CONTEST IS A SUBMISSION MATCH! Coming to the ring first. Weighing in at 242 pounds, and representing Boston, Massachusettes. He is THE BOSTON BRUISER, PAT GORDON JR.

"Heroes from Our Past" by Dropkick Murphys whips the crowd into an inspired frenzy. Pat Gordon, Jr. emerges from the back. He holds up his hands, displaying two fistfuls of... ARBY'S COUPONS! Pat takes his time, passing out coupons to lucky fans, as he makes his way down the aisle. He does a couple lap around the ring, still handing out coupons for 2 for $5 Roast Beef or buy one get one free Beef & Cheddars. There's even a free curly fry or two in the mix!

Once the coupons are exhausted, "The Boston Bruiser" scales the ring steps and climbs through the ropes.

Kelso: AND FROM LONG ISLAND, NEW YORK, WEIGHING IN AT 220LBS, He is the MAD MAN, CHRIS MADISON!!!

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.

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!

Madison jumps over the top rope and lands in the ring. He pounds his chest and slaps himself in the face before letting out a roar.

Stanton: Looks like we got ourselves a good one to start this show of tonight. Pat Gordon Jr. stepping inside that very ring to take on Pure's very own Chris Madison in a submission match. These guys have been known not to like one another so it will be interesting to see who submits who here tonight.

Condor: Gordon Jr is the bigger man. If he was smart like I don't think he is then maybe he would use that to his advantage.

Stanton: And looks like the bout is about to start.

The bell tolls and both men are eager to get their hands on each other but the both of them bounce around the ring waiting for a moment. Chris Madison with a charge toward Gordon Jr, attempting a quick take down but Gordon shrugs him off. Keeping his distance but Chris keeps the pressure on and this time is able to lock up with Pat Gordon Jr. Getting him in the Muai Thai Clinch and landing a knee to the chest before pulling down on Pat's head and landing a knee to the face. Gordon Jr falling to the mat aiding his face. Chris Madison staying agressive and putting Pat in an Lotus Lock.

Stanton: Chris already applying the submission.
Condor: Madison doesn't screw around does he?

The bigger Gordon Jr. manevuers his way out of the impressice Lotus Lock from Chris Madison. Chris quickly jumping to his feet while Pat is slower to get to his. Chris with a punch to the face of Gordon Jr. Pat falling backwards into the ropes. Chris lifts Gordon Jr back to his feet. The savvy Chris going back to his skilled Muai Thai Clinch but this time leveling Pat Gordon Jr with a Double Arm DDT.

Condor: Double Arm DDT, or as I once called it "The Eagle Has Landed"! Brings a tear to my eye.
Stanton: Pretty nice move from Chris there going with the the Two Hand DDT when guys are so used to seeing a regular DDT.
Condor: I could've done it better.

With momentum on Chris's side he sets up in the mount position and starts laying down blows to the face of Pat Gordon Jr. Pat covering up before being able to pull Chris Madison in. Pat sweeps his feet out from under Chris getting himself out of the dangerous mount position. Now in side control Gordon is able to turn Chris Madison over and get in a dominant position placing Chris Madison in a Guillotine while jawing off in Madison's ear.

Condor: Not for nothing but with the way this match is carrying out, I'm thinking I may be at the wrong show. All we need is some hot girls to hold signs up with the round number on it.
Stanton: They are both students of the art of submission. I wouldn't be surprised that you're seeing such a technical match right now.

Chris is able to get out of the hold as he gets a hand on a rope. The honorable Pat Gordon immeadiedtly letting the hold go. Chris Madison pulling himself up to his feet by way of the ropes. Pat Gordon Jr with the Snapmare. Followed by a beautiful Drop Kick to the back of Chris Madison's skull.

Stanton: Pat's beginning to change the momentum of this match.
Condor: About time. He was getting hit with crucial strikes from Madison.
Stanton: Yeah, Madison was most definitely applying the pressure.

Pat Gordon Jr lifts Chris Madison to his feet, Chris attempting an elbow that Gordon Jr dodges away from , wrapping up around Chris's waist before nailing him with a Waistlock Suplex. The crowd beginning to cheer for Pat Gordon Jr. Without the no pin stipulation Pat lifts Chris back to his feet and grabs Chris by the wrist, out stretching Chris's right arm and hitting it with blows.

Stanton: That's The Boston Charlie Horse.
Condor: Don't take Charlie Horses in vain. I did and now I'm on crutches for life.
Stanton: But look at Chris Madison, in pain with a bruised arm. It's going to be hard for him to lock in those submissions now.

The crowd is rallying even louder now. Pat Gordon Jr feeling himself as the tides are turnt. Pat Gordon Jr reeling into grab Chris Madison but Chris hits him with a quick kick to the chest, throwing Pat through his legs and landing a devastating Backiotomy. Chris getting some cheers from the crowd as he gets back up to his feet ready to land another impressive move.

Condor: Best move we've seen so far from either men.
Stanton: I agree. Chris trying to weaken the back being that Pat has already weakened one of his arms. One thing is for sure though, this has been a great match to kick off tonight's action.

Chris looks for an Anaconda Vice but oh, reverse, Pat Gordon Jr with the Sunday Mass. Chris not expecting to be in the devastating move right now. Chris yelping as he tries reaching out for the ropes. The bulkier Pat Gordon pulling him inches away from the ropes.

Condor: Is Chris going to tap!!!

Nope, Chris somehow makes his way back to the ropes. Pat breaking up the submission, but not letting up. He hits Chris with a stiff elbow to the jaw. Chris bouncing off of a rope and into the arms of Pat Gordon Jr. Gordon maneuvring to Chris's back, lifting him up and planting Chris with The Sunday Morning Hangover.

Stanton: OH, this would be over if you could win by count out.
Condor: New best move so far tonight?
Stanton: I agree.

The crowd is in awe after the inspiring move from Pat Gordon Jr. Pat feeling the emotions of the crowd and looking to set up for the Pat Lock. As he does the ring vet Chris Madison clips Pat's leg. Pat falling to the mat. Chris quickly wasting no time and quickly getting himself around Pat's neck where he locks in the Peruvian Necktie. Pat Gordon instantly squirming looking to find a way to break the submission.

Stanton: LOOKS LIKE PAT IS GOING TO TAP HERE!!!

Chris applies the lock tighter. Pat's face turning red as he tries to hold on, but he can't. He's forced to tap by way of the Peruvian Necktie. The bell ringing and Chris Madison jumping to his feet to a little ovation from the crowd.

Condor: And there it is! The winner folks!

Kelso: Here is your winner by Submission...."MADMAN" CHRIS MADISON!

Stanton: What an amazing display by these two athletes. Pat Gordon Jr. came here seeking redemption for his last loss but in the end, Madison reinforced his dominance as a submission specialist. No doubt though Gordon Jr. isn't going to take this lying down and I'd be surprised if we don't see these two go at it again either here or elsewhere.

After the matches conclusion, Chris Madison and Pat Gordon Junior are met with a standing ovation from the PURE Wrestling fans. They look at each other from across the ring and then out towards the fans who obviously approved of the battle they just went through.

Fans: That was awe-some!

clap...clap...clap clap clap

Fans: That was awe-some!

clap...clap...clap clap clap

Stanton: I think it's safe to say the fans appreciate these two modern day warriors!
Condor: As much as it pains me to say, that was a wrestling clinic!

Madison and Gordon slowly start to stagger towards the center of the ring. They get within an arms reach from one another with Pat extending his hand out towards Madison when the fans praise suddenly turn into shrieks. Young Mannie struts his way down to the ring with his eyes affixed on Madison with his girlfriend Jacinta Perez latched onto his arm. He points at Pat Gordon Junior with his free hand while grinning and mouths, "this doesn't involve you"! Chris Madison and Pat Gordon Junior suddenly find themselves unknowingly standing side by side with their fists clenched as Mannie stops at the rings apron.

Stanton: I can't imagine Mannie has come out here to talk. It was just last week when Jenny Perry ditched an interview with him to try and get a few words from Madison prior to his match!
Condor: Must have bruised his massive ego!

Mannie climbs up onto the apron and grabs a hold of the top rope with both hands as if he was planning to launch himself over the ropes at the men in the ring. Neither side is budging as tension is building.

Stanton: Who is going to make the first move?
Condor: Ummm, someone is missing from Mannie's entourage.

Just as Chris Condor pointed out the strange absence of Alec Quartermain, the massive bodyguard leaps over the security barrier behind them and slides into the ring. He charges both Madison and Gordon and nearly decapitates them with a double clothesline from behind! The monster lifts Pat Gordon Junior to his feet and then military presses him over his 6'11" frame! Alec walks to the nearest set of ropes and tosses Gordon over the top to the ring floor!

Stanton: He just threw Pat Gordon over the top rope like he was yesterday's garbage!
Condor: When you're that big who's going to stop you?

Alec focuses on Chris Madison who's trying to push is aching body off the canvass. Mannie climbs into the ring and swiftly kicks Madison in the ribs with a soccer kick that flips him onto his back. Alec lifts Madison up by his throat and sends him towards the ropes. Alec sprints and rebounds off the opposite ropes, meeting Madison in the middle of the ring and laying him out with a running shoulder block that almost sends him flying to the outside. Alec keeps the onslaught going and gets Madison to his feet. He grabs him by his throat and military presses him into the air. Alec struts around the ring while the crowd showers him with boos. Alec drops Madison and spears him in mid air, slamming him down to the mat.

Stanton: Look, now Mannie is going to pick up the scraps! Despicable!
Condor: It's called being opportunistic!

Mannie climbed to the top rope and eyed Madison up. He jumps off, crashing down on Madison's chest with a double stomp! Mannie bends down to pick Madison up but catches Pat Gordon Junior sliding back into the ring with a steel chair in hand! Mannie and Alec quickly escape through the ropes, avoiding any damage. They backpedal up the entrance way with their hands held high.

Stanton: They should be real proud of themselves. They attacked Madison and Gordon from behind after their grueling match!
Condor: To be fair, Mannie never attacked anyone from behind...

Madison was able to get up so that only one knee was on the canvass. He held his right arm pressed against his midsection while grimacing in excruciating pain. Gordon stood next to him and offered his hand out. Madison used his free hand to grab Gordon and pull himself back up to his feet. The two submission specialists nodded their heads at one another, showing the mutual respect...

[Director Callahan]

The slow heavy riff of Saint Vitus’ Born Too Late hits and an uneasy rumbling breaks out from the crowd, unsure of what to expect. Joe walks down from the top of the ramp seemingly all business. He dons a white t shirt with his patched up denim vest over it and olive colored cargo pants with a pair of black boots. Ignoring the mixed reaction he seems to be getting, he heads into the ring and demands a microphone. After making a cut throat gesture that stops the music he brings the mike to a position just in front of his mouth and clears his throat.


“…Now, thank you all for coming out tonight. If I could borrow just a moment of your time; I’d like to talk to you all one on one, or about as close as I can get. You see folks, I ain't got a publicist and I don’t gotta PR person. I’m not a guy with a hype squad, a street team or a marketing director. My name is Joe Martinez and I couldn't be happier to have gotten the chance to come out here later tonight and show you all what I’m made of.”


Joe pauses for a moment, seeming to think of what to say next. He seems to have a revelation and then continues.


“You know I watched the debut last week and after hearing what a lot of my fellow talent around here was saying I felt I should speak up. A lot of folks on the roster seem to think they’re better than everyone else. I don’t know about you but I felt being treated that way was deplorable. Everyone around here wants to become the face of PURE wrestling. Every one of these arrogant action figures seems to want to be revered by the masses because they think the whole gang of ya ain't nothin’ more than a brainless gullible herd.”


Joe shakes his head slowly as he lowers it. He swallows and lifts his head up again, seeming to jolt to life.


“I think it’s time you folks hear a different tune. Now, I’m hip to the fact my ugly mug ain’t gonna be the poster boy icon any time soon. I think you've all noticed by now but the insignia of this here fine federation is a fist and that suits me just fine. If I get the chance I’d like to be the hands of PURE wrestling. You see folks; before I did my living doing this I was right there with all of ya. I know what it’s like to slave away all week long, putting in the effort of a sturdy workhorse yet getting treated like a pack mule. I know what it’s like to come home with aching bones and sore muscles; putting in your best effort just so some stuffed shirt overseer can take all the credit and recommend himself as the guy most deserving of a raise. Giving away two thirds of your life so some crooked CEO in a ten thousand dollar suit can run off with your pension.”


Joe grips the microphone so tightly his fist turns pale in color. By now the rumblings of the fans become favorable. He raises his other fist in a sluggish manner as he talks, accentuating his point.


“These hands have been working right alongside you the entire time, at the assembly line and in the loading dock. They've dug trenches, hauled freight, lifted brick, and put up drywall. These hands have held hammers, jackhammers, two by fours, shovels, steering wheels, wrenches, and cinder blocks. At the end of the day these hands are each and every one of you and now they’re getting a chance to enter the ring.”


Martinez points out into the crowd as they begin to react positively to what he says.


“It’s bad enough you don’t get enough respect in today’s world but now when you save up your pennies to get a chance to come see PURE wrestling, a place that should be praising it’s fans and thanking them for showing up, you get a bunch of self-righteous clowns telling you that you ain't good enough for’em – telling you that you’re too dumb to know who to cheer for. That don’t fly well with me and you all shouldn't stand for it either. I can promise you two things as long as I’m stepping into this ring…”


Joe raises his pointing finger, displaying it for all.


“First, every time you see me inside these ropes competing I’m going to give you and my opponent everything I got; every drop of blood, every bead of sweat, every ounce of strength, and every bit of my will. Not one of you will go home saying you didn't get your money’s worth out of me. Whether I’m punching a time card or a face, you can mark these words and take’em to the bank.”


The second count gets displayed to everyone in the arena, loud whistles and cheers now pour liberally from the mouths of most spectators.


“Second, every time you see these hands in the ring. As long as you’re putting your hands together for’em, know they’re fighting for each and every one of you out there!”


Joe points and turns as the crowd erupts in approval.


“It’s time for me to go get changed for my bout later tonight but next time you see these fists in the ring, just know that you can bet on the fact the average Joe is gonna start hitting back.”


Joe walks to the edge of the ring and hands the microphone off to a technician. He stomps up the ramp with purpose, fans reach out and pat him on the back as he slaps hands and exchanges firm hand grasps with his supporters. As Joe leaves to go backstage, explosive cheers of a crowd that’s for the most part been won over are all that’s heard.

MATCH #2
EMERALD ASSASSIN VS STALLION VS DENNIS DRIVER

Kelso: Ladies and gentlmen this next match will be contested under Triple threat rules! Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 160 lbs, and representing Parts Unknown… THIS IS THE EMERALD ASSASSIN!

"Darling Violetta" plays as the lights dim to an emerald green.

Stanton: The first wrestler to ever enter a Pure wrestling ring, he came up short on the first show in an incredibly hard fought match to open the companies record books
Condor: He's a goof. Who cares?

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: Introducing next...

Ladies and Gentlemen blasts out over the PA system

Condor: I kinda' like this guy. It's just a shame he's a menace to society. Earlier this week he was promptly arrested at a North Seattle book store for doing a book signing without actually having a book out.

Kelso: Weighing in at 209 lbs., and representing Miami, Florida... STALLION!

A few moments pass and Stallion emerges from behind the curtain and stops on the top of the ramp.

Stanton: Caliban has talked a lot about being the first in the record books with a W but Stallion doesn’t seem too happy with his place in the history books

The male fans begin to boo loudly while the females scream as Stallion smirks and takes it all in.

Condor: Who is happy with losing? Like ever?

He begins to strut down towards the ring where he stops and points his finger out at Assassin who steps back and Stallion uses the ropes to enter the ring.

Kelso: And finally and making his Pure wrestling debut

DA DA DA DADA DADADA

With a bit of a lackadaiscal look on his face, Dennis Driver makes his way down the ramp. People are booing him and he quite obviously has no idea why.

Stanton: It’s a special talent to walk out onto a stage for the first time and have a crowd instinctively boo you.

If he wasn't wearing his spandex you'd be forgiven for assuming he was...well, not a wrestler at all by the combination of his lack of size and lack of intensity.

Kelso: Making his way to the ring, from Mystic Connecticut, Dennis! DRIVER!

Condor: Damn right it does, and this place is oozing with it.

Surely enough Dennis finally does make his way to the ring, though not at any kind of speed. He climbs the turnbuckle and takes his throwback baseball hat off, pretending to fling it into the crowd a few times before dropping it outside of the ring.

Condor: Haha! Stallion applauding this. It seems he likes the new kid’s style….

Stanton: Nope

As soon as the Dennis jumps back down to the mat Stallion is below him and delivers a European uppercut

Stanton: WOW, welcome to Seattle young blood .

Condor: Yeah man he be unconscious!

In the peripheral you can see Condor standing and applauding this move

Stanton: Sit down you idiot.

Stallion and Assassin meet in the centre of the ring and both men start jaw jacking at each other, Emerald Assassin looks like he is attempting some kind of respectful exchange with Stallion to start the match but Stallion is still losing his mind over the stunt he just pulled on Driver just laughing at Assassin and bragging about it

Condor: Alright guys. You’re both pretty. Get on with it

Stanton: I don’t think they are gonna get a chance! Drivers on the top rope and neither man has seen him yet.

Neither get a chance as Driver dives off the top rope with a missile dropkick nailing the Green man out of the ring, Driver is straight back to his feet and head butts Stallion out of nowhere stunning him and then Dennis goes to work with rapid fire chops to the chest , he delivers a hard Hurricaranna driving Stallions head into the mat

Stanton: Stallion rolls through!

The ultimate egotist comes back up with a knife edge chop to stun the new comer, he launches him into the corner and follows him immediately with a corner monkey flip but never fully extending his legs as his opponent went over keeping him in range to roll back immediately into a modified butterfly head lock

Condor: Stallion switching up the strategy this EVENING!
Stanton: Assassin is back in the ring and delivers a DDT with Stallion on his knees driving his head into the mat and breaking the hold!

EA makes the cover on Stallion.

1!

2!

Condor: NO! FOOT ON THE ROPES!

Driver at this moment springboards back into the ring with a kick to the devastated Assassin sending him tumbling through the ropes, Driver runs the ropes intending to follow his opponent out of the ring with a dive but stallion trips him up and takes over throwing himself over the top rope with a jumping cross body down onto Assassin

Condor: I don’t think Stallion appreciated Emerald’s style a few minutes ago

Stallion whips Assassin into the guard rail sending him over the top into the front row, waisting no motion and uncharacteristically not celebrating Stallion rolls right back into the ring

Stanton: HE WANTS THIS WIN!
Condor: And he may just get it and stop yelling damn it! I will sue you for hearing loss!

Stallion picks up the newly debuting driver and smiles at him looking him right in the eye, driver begins to laugh and looks up, Stallion follows suit

Condor: YOU SILLY, SILLY IDIOT, HOW DO YOU FALL FOR THAT ONE IN THE MIDDLE OF A PROFFESSIONAL WRESTLING MATCH!
Stanton: Now who is shouting?
Condor: Someone that matters worth a damn!

Driver in the split second that stallion looks up drops down and delivers a hard punch to the nuts

Some Sparse members of the crowd yell out the iconic line as Stallion pretends to put on his sunglasses

Crowd: THOSE WERE 500 DOLLAR SUNGLASSES ASSHOLE!

Condor: This crowd never ceases to amaze.

Stallion stumbles back into the ropes and Driver lines him up.

Stanton: Car crash like elbow strike in the corner!

Emerald Assassin tries to use this moment to join the fray again and gets met with a Steve Austin style veiled low blow and a super kick to the face dropping him down parallel to the already prone Stallion

Condor: Here we go, big debut, the kids gonna do it, I told you at the start when he walked onto that stage he was something.
Stanton: Dealers choice, but Assassin is considerably further away than,,, well then I guess he was closer than I thought!

The unconvincing, spandex encased frame of Dennis Driver dives out about 3 feet deep over the top of the Stallion delivering a distance spinning 450 splash to the emerald assassin

Condor: OK. Now I am a total cynic but that was pretty sweet.

Crowd: THAT WAS AWESOME!

PIN!

1…

2…

3…

Kelso: Here is your winner by pinfall... DENNIS DRIVERRRRR!

Stanton: What a finish! That may have been the most amazing 450 splash I have ever seen!

Condor: Calm down, it was cool but relax would you? We are on TV here! That’s a big win for the newcomer.

We cut to the back where our Seattle audience watching live from the arena cheers as one Jenny Perry appears on screen, standing outside of a single locker-room which simply bears the initials “AJP” on a sign pasted to the door.

Jenny Perry: I’m here, moments away from an interview with one of the five participants in tonight’s first-fall-to-the-finish main event, Ms. Aubrey J. Parker. For those of you not familiar with AJP, she was the final Action Packed Wrestling Undispu--

Jenny pauses as the door is pushed open and an annoyed-looking AJP, not yet dressed in her wrestling gear-- instead wearing a pair of yoga pants and a white shirt (advertising her own grinning face)-- steps into the doorway, arms folded, receiving a very mixed reaction from the audience.

AJP: You could’ve knocked first instead of just assuuuuuuming that I’d let you interview me.

Jenny Perry: You’re right. That won’t happen again, Aubrey.

AJP: Ummm, duh. So go ahead. Ask me about how awesome it felt to make Chris Madison tap out last week. Ask me about how I’ve figured out how to make four people tap out at the same damn time tonight!

Jenny Perry: That’s actually quite impressive. I’d like to see that. I’m sure these fans would as w--

AJP: Blah, blah, we’ll see!

Jenny Perry: Anyway, we’ve heard what you’ve had to say about all of your opponents last week, but I wanted to highlight one in particular. I wanted to shed some light on this, uh, relationship between yourself and Ash Scion.

At the mention of Scion’s name, the audience grows loud once again, most drowning out the arena in boos. Aubrey smirks and nods.

AJP: I hate the bitch. I don’t like the way she looks at me. I don’t like the way she talks about me. I don’t like the way she talks about herself. She’s claiming to be something that she’s not-- the best. And I happen to know that it’s friggin’ impossible BECAAUUUUUUSE there’s only room at the top of the mountain for one wrestler, and I’m already standing on it. Ash Scion will pay for her false claims tonight. And we may joke around from time to time on Twitter. We may talk about the harm we’re gonna inflict upon one another with-- with phoney emoticons and “lol”s but make no mistake, when that bell rings, it’ll become my mission to beat that dollar-ninety-seven skank within an inch of her career.

Asses in seats, bodies in graves? Please. How about you pick a slogan that you can stick to? Like… by any means necessary. That’s what AJP’s all about. I’m going to go on a tear through Ash, Bailey, Xianlong, and our resident dweeb, Caliban. How’s that light, Jenny?

Aubrey steps back into the doorway.

AJP: And that’s all you get for free, bitch!

With that, she closes the door in the face of the camera and Jenny-- who swiftly steps in front of the closed door, facing the camera, never missing a beat.

Jenny: Aubrey J. Parker, ladies and gentlemen.

She gives the camera a smile and we fade away from the scene.

[Director Callahan]

MATCH #3
Alessandra Nayara & Joe Martinez VS Young Mannie & Lucien Mephisto II

The bell signals the start of the match and squaring up for each team is Joe Martinez and Young Mannie respectively. Lucien Mephisto fawns on the corner and Alessandra cheers on her roughneck partner in what is sure to be a classic. As soon as Mannie is within range, Martinez sounds off with a rapid series of tooth loosening jabs to “The Main Attraction”. Punch after punch sends the cocky young athlete staggering back into his own corner but before Lucien Mephisto can do anything, Martinez grabs a hold of Mannie and whips him across the ring back to his own corner where Nayara is waiting. Mannie slams into the turnbuckle at whiplash inducing speeds but barely has enough time to work out what planet he's on before Martinez crashes onto him with a stinger splash.

Stanton: Oh wow! Straight off the sound of the gun and Martinez is putting the loud mouth Main Attraction through his paces!
Condor: And my own little sweet heart Nayara is encouraging him!

Joe steps to one side and allows Mannie to stagger punch drunk out of the corner. He wobbles forward a few paces but then suddenly leaps into action, half falling and half diving as he makes the tag to Mephisto. Mephisto is a little off-guard from the sudden tag in but figures he might as well get a piece. Mannie climbs out on to the apron once Keiji Watanabe declares the tag official. Mephisto steps a little closer to Martinez and once he's out of reach of Mannie, “The Main Attraction” drops down from the apron and makes an exit stage left over the crowd barrier.

Stanton: Oh wow! Class act! The so called fearless Young Mannie is skipping work early today!
Condor: Mephisto is livid!

Mephisto hurls every expletive under the sun as Mannie's bald head disappears into the sea of people attending. Little does he realise that Joe Martinez waits for no man. Clinching his head, Martinez unleashes some dirty uppercuts in a rapid sequence concluded by a leaping SAI-YOU-KEN uppercut that makes blood spurt out of his mouth like an ornamental water fountain in some CEO's office. Mephisto crumples to the mat, cooked already but Martinez isn't going to be selfish. He grabs Mephisto by the hair and drags him over to the corner where he tags in an eager Nayara.

Stanton: Good grief! Martinez has opened up rivers of blood out of Mephisto! Surely the end is in sight!
Condor: Nayara gets the tag and now it's just a matter of time.

Martinez lifts the big man Mephisto in a bear hug type hold, then slings him over his shoulders in time for Nayara to leap in with a Skyfall (Cutter)! The double impact for the 3-D esque manoeuver leaves splatters of Mephisto's blood on the floor. It could be easily ended right now but Martinez gives Nayara the nod of approval as he pulls Mephisto out of the corner and aligns him correctly near the turnbuckle that Nayara's climbing. Martinez takes his place on the apron as Nayara gets a good eleven feet of air with a beautiful Corkscrew Moonsault. She crashes down with heatseeker accuracy on top of Mephisto and for Watanabe the decision is clear.

Condor: Beautiful Corkscrew Moonsault! Execution and the performer!
Stanton: Cover attempt!

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Kelso: Here is your winner by pinfall... the team of Joe Martinez and Alessandra Nayaraaaa!

Stanton: Now I don't know if Rebel and Callahan have any plans in the works for a tag division but if so, these two are definitely up there as candidates.
Condor: Even with Mannie dipping out to beat traffic, these two made short work of a reasonably tough guy Mephisto. I wonder what'll happen next?

The cameras slowly flicker open to the outside of the Key West Arena where a white stretch limo pulls up in front of it. The chauffeur hopping out and opening the back door where a smiling Diamond Legend dressed in a grey and blue Armani suit hops out of it. With the sight of the man the place goes ballistic with the jeers. Diamond straightens his tie as Ed follows out of the limo. Placing his glasses on as both men step up to the entrance door.

Diamond Legend: Uh where is the doorman that's suppose to be here to open doors for us?

Diamond checks his watch.

Diamond Legend: The show has started, and I am here so......

Ed Lovet: Call one of those lack lustered guys who think they can run an organization.

Diamond points his finger at Ed indicating that's a good a idea. Reaching into his pocket and dialing up Michael Callahan's number himself. He places the phone to his ear mumbling something under his breath. Callahan answers and Diamond places the phone on speaker.

Michael Callahan: Michael Callahan speaking.

Diamond Legend: Hey dwerb this is Pure's superior talent speaking. Yes, Diamond Legend and I was wondering where would the doorman be to open doors for me and Ed?

He places a hand to his hip. Ed nodding his head while he steps in a bit closer toward the phone. Michael Callahan chuckling before there is a reply.

Michael Callahan: Nobody gets superstar privileges in PURE Wrestling, Legend. We don't tolerate Mariah Carey's here.

Diamond and Ed both are flabbergasted as they look at the phone. Diamond's face turning a bit red.

Diamond Legend: Well I do. I'm the best talent here so certainly I'm going to deserve more than the rest of my cast. This is my show you know?

Ed Lovet: You do know that right Michael?

You could hear the jeers all the way outside of the Key West Arena. Diamond giving his eyes a little roll before Michael clears his throat.

Michael Callahan: Actually, I believe this is MY show. I am the one who negotiates contracts with AMC. I am the one who books the matches. I am the one who gives try outs to the new talent. I don't have a doorman to my name, so you don't get one either.

Ed walks away from the phone. Fanning his hand as he's already tired of listening to Michael Callahan speak.

Diamond Legend: But you're Michael Callahan and I'm Diamond Legend. Listen dwerb, I'm not asking. I'm demanding that somebody come open this door right now.

There is a slight pause before Michael breaks the silence.

Michael Callahan: What the Hell is a dwerb? Look, nevermind. I've pulled some strings. Here's your doorman.

He hangs the phone up. Diamond smiling as he stands waiting for the doorman to show up.

Diamond Legend: See, my show. I'm the star ladies and gentleman. Come on Ed. The doorman's on his way.

The duo stands patiently awaiting the doorman. Diamond's smile quickly disheveled as he see's whose the doorman is.

Johnny Rebel: Someone request a door man?

Rebel folds his arms together and smirks knowing Diamond and Ed weren't expecting to see him. The crowd cheering as the cameras slowly begin to fade out on Pure's general manager Johnny Rebel.

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.

Stanton: Here we go now, singles contests between two guys who just pulled the short straw in their matches last week. Decon Smith made a mess of Xianlong but the perseverance and the dedication of the monk was able to overbalance the freakish strength of this man beast!
Condor: It was a real upset. I lost twenty dollars to Keith the Camera Man because of that.

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.

Stanton: And here comes the mystery man himself, “The Last King” Scott Wilson. He came so close to beating Jayson Garrett in our big showcase contest last week but The Golden Boy stole the win and left PW feeling more than pleased with himself for his efforts in the one night stand. Wilson will be looking to redeem himself with a win against Decon Smith.
Condor: This guy in every match is so close to cracking the formula. He has all the skills but somewhere along the line, he just seems to slip at the final hurdle. Once he gets past that sticking point, he'll be a beast.

MATCH #4
"The Last King" Scott Wilson Vs. Decon Smith 

James Stanton: These two monsters are staring each other down.

Chris Condor: We’ve seen what the little guys can do...now let’s see what the big men can do.

The fans are popping at the sheer size of the combatants. The bell rings.

James Stanton: That’s the bell and away we go!

They meet at the center of the ring, nose to nose. King reaches up and headbutts the face of Smith. He comes off the ropes with strength mixed with big man speed and clobbers Smith across the chest with a stiff Clothesline. It doesn't do much to Decon and it barely makes him stumble. Decon Smith nods continually as Last King turns hits the ropes again, bouncing off them he comes back in a rush and nails the big man with a running STO. Last King grabs a stunned and hurting Smith and locks him into a Gogoplata.

James Stanton: Is Smith going to tap?

Chris Condor: Too early for that!

Smith summons up strength and lifts and drops Last King onto his side as to not hurt his throat. Last King releases the hold but Decon hits a knee to the gut that knocks the wind out of the rising Last King. Smith shoots him into the ropes and hits a sidewalk slam followed immediately by 10 elbow drops. Cover.

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James Stanton: Last King is too resilient to let that defeat him!

Smith steps back and lets King get to his feet and drain his own energy. King starts talking trash and Decon steps forward jawing back...Last King slaps Decon Smith and Decon takes his head off with a surprise clothesline that puts Wilson back onto the canvas. As soon as his back hits the canvas, Wilson pops up onto one knee and pushes to his feet. The two large men come in for a lock up. The test of strength goes back and forth like mountains battling each other. Decon Smith walks Last King back and Last King walks back Decon Smith. They trade off until Last King gets Decon Smith backed into the turnbuckles. He pulls out of the grapple and slaps open palm down into Decon Smith's bare chest. The ref tries to get between them and King puts his hands up and backs up. Smith reaches over the ref’s head and sticks his thumb in the eye of Wilson. Decon Smith snatches Scott Wilson and spins out of the corner putting Last King in his place against the buckles. Decon Smith drives multiple shoulders into the midsection of Wilson. Decon stands back up and hits a sick back elbow into face of Wilson. Decon Smith drives another shoulder into the midsection and goes to lift Wilson up onto the top turnbuckle. Last King sits down on the top buckle and drives down a double axe handle into Decon Smith's jaw.

Chris Condor: That was stupid looking.

James Stanton: Unorthodox but it worked! It looks like he was chopping down a tree or swinging a sword!

Chris Condor: I guess it work...

James Stanton: It's so basic competition but their sheer size and strength make everything they do so...so...painful looking!

Last King locks in Decon Smith's head. still sitting on the top turnbuckle but he shoves off and out the corner and twirls himself through the air with Decon Smith's head nicely locked under his armpit. Last King drops Decon Smith with a Tornado DDT off the turnbuckles and the fans go wild!

The referee barely escapes out from their reach in the ring. Last King's legs almost touch the other side of the ring as he twirled out the turnbuckles.

Cover!

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Decon Smith sits up wobbly and looks around almost in shock that King hit that move and he’s on the defensive. Last King grabs the head of Decon Smith and helps him to his feet. He whips Decon Smith into the ropes, Decon Smith bounces off and comes back on the return. Last King slams Decon Smith down into the canvas on his back and he instantly arches with pain with a sidewalk slam! As Last King goes to grab Decon Smith off the canvas, Decon Smith upkicks at Wilson and catches him in King's jewels. The ref threatens disqualification, but Smith plays innocent.

Chris Condor: I’m not going to say he did it on purpose because he wasn’t looking...but I’m not saying he didn’t do it on purpose either.

Last King holds his groin for a second and is seething with anger. He fires off kicks...one to the leg, once to the chest and the last one right to the chin. Smith falls to his knees where King delivers a sick kick to the chest. Wilson comes in close, but Smith fires upward with an uppercut that makes King fly up in the air and land in a heep. Decon Smith back on his feet rips Last King from the ring canvas. Pulling Last King's head up in between his thighs ready for a powerbomb. He takes two steps forward and Wilson slips off the back of Decon Smith. Wilson bounces off the ropes and tries to come at him a big time clothesline but Smith slips it making an off balance Wilson stagger on past him. Wilson spins around for a counter attack only to catch a Kick From Hell out of absolutely nowhere right in the teeth! The mysterious masked man of PURE crumples like an accordion and Smith makes a quick cover.

Chris Condor: OHOHO! BOOM! Big Boot out of nowhere! Wilson's cooked! Thank you Based God!
Stanton: Cover attempt now!

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Kelso: The winner of this match VIA pinfall, DECON SMIIIIITH!

Decon doesn't stick around to get his arm raised. He marches his way backstage as Wilson lies motionless in the ring.

James Stanton: And that's it! Last week's close to Xianlong is redeemed as Decon reminds us all what a monster he is and what he's truly capable of! Wilson still hasn't moved.
Chris Condor: Pretty sure we have to cut backstage now for something.

[Director Callahan]

Stanton: No we do not Chris Condor. We don't have to cut back for anything. We're right into the next match.

Kelso: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one fall. Coming to the ring first, weighing in at 125 lbs. and representing Hollywood, California… ALISHA VAUSE!

Nelly's "Get Like Me" plays to the entrance of PURE's volcano handed inventor of slaps, who's dressed in baggy sweatpants, combat boots and a strapless tank top, and smoothly dances down to ringside. Alisha draws the flash of many professional photographers' cameras, and viewers either ogle or jeer the superstar. After finding her way across the apron and up a turnbuckle, Alisha poses with a warm smile in the way of a sculpted hero.

Kelso: And her opponent, weighing in at 223 lbs., and representing Hollywood, California… DIAMOND LEGEND!

The lights dim in the arena as all eyes motion to the ramp where the sides of the PureTron is flaring with the illusion of golden specs.

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After the number shows on the tron as the golden specs continue the PureTron shows Diamond Legend in action hitting Matt Fuller with a stunning Cartwheel Bomb.

4....

The instrumental to Rock Box flares up through the PA speakers while another clip plays of Diamond Legend hitting the Validation on CJ Dreamer. , Ed Lovet, Diamond's manager steps from behind the velvet curtains always dressed in his grey and blue Armani Suit. Sporting that charming smile as he's welcomed by jeers.

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A clip of Diamond standing in the ring with a microphone with that persnickedy grin engulfed on his face.

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The golden specs stops flaring as the lights turn the color of gold and begin circling at the top of the ramp where Ed Lovet is seen jawing with a few fans in the crowd.

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The PureTron shows the live feed of the show which the camera is panning around the arena before swiveling back to the ramp where Diamond Legend stands with his back turnt dressed in a golden and blue vest equipped with hood and matching trunks. Diamond slowly turns around and the sparks begin flying everywhere of many different colors before the last being pink. Through the cloud of smoke you can see the figures of Diamond Legend and Ed Lovet as they walk the aisle.

Finally the duo is visible as Diamond has lowered his hood. He smirks as he walks nonchantly and confident. Ed looking around the arena with that smirk still there. As they get to the ring Ed steps inside of it as both men still take in their jeers. Diamond walks around the ring jawing off with a few fans of PureTron before getting back to the steel steps and walking up them. Before stepping in the ring he looks back and smiles before waving a finger and stepping in the ring, standing in the center of it where the lights lower once more. The music stops as both men lower their heads and BOOM, from all four turnbuckles golden pyro burst as the music flares back up and Diamond begins a jog around the ring while talking with Ed ready to dual.

MATCH #5
Alisha Vause vs. Diamond Legend

The bell rings and Legend rushes in toward Alisha, but she telegraphs it and steps out of the way, catching Legend with a kick to the ribs as he turns around. He moves in and they lock up, with the larger Legend getting the upper hand and putting Alisha in a side headlock. She drives a few elbows into his midsection so he loosens the hold and then takes him down with a quick snapmare before running off the ropes and dropkicking Legend in the face. She is quick to her feet and Legend isn't far behind and the two lock up again before Legend sends Alisha into the ropes. She comes back and before she can do anything, Legend takes her down with a spinning heel kick. Both he and Alisha get right back up and stare each other down.

Stanton: Both Alisha and Legend are giving it all they have right now.

Condor: You really have a bad habit of giving people credit they don’t deserve. I’ve got the coffee brewing…wake me up with this snoozefest ends!

The two are right back into it, locking up and this time Alisha gets the advantage and throws Legend into the corner. She follows in with some forearm shots before stepping back and delivering a vicious back kick to him. As Legend staggers out of the ring, Alisha runs off the ropes and catches him with a leg lariat to take him down, and then she goes for a cover.

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Condor: It won't be easy to keep him down, especially if he's determined to win.

Alisha hauls Legend up and hits him with a few backhand chops, backing him into the ropes. She shoots him across the ring and on his rebound, catches him with a spinning wheel kick. She hauls him back up and drops Legend with a snap suplex and covers.

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NO!

Stanton: Alisha's trying to end it as quick as she can here.

Condor: Well, she didn't want to waste her time with this match to begin with.

Alisha shakes her head, not happy she hasn't put him away yet, and waits for Legend to get up. As he does, she kicks him in the gut and grabs him in for a DDT, but Legend punches her in the gut, and she lets go, allowing Legend to kick her in the gut and then he raises a knee into her chin. Legend follows that up with a dropsault and then drops a leg over Alisha's neck before he goes for a cover.

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Alisha gets a shoulder up.

Stanton: That's not going to get it done.

Legend is up and waits for Alisha to get up before going for a kick but Alisha grabs his leg. He hops in place before going for the enziguiri, but Alisha ducks and lets go of Legend' foot, causing him to miss. As he steadies himself, Alisha moves in and grabs his leg taking him down with a dragon screw. Both of them are up and Legend swings at Alisha, but she ducks under and grabs him, hitting him with a neckbreaker! She covers.

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Alisha gets up, hauling Legend up with her and Legend fires in a punch to the gut. He fires in another and another, but Alisha nails him with an elbow to the back. She bounces off the ropes and comes in with a big boot, but Legend ducks under her and spins her around to face him, dropping her with a spinebuster!

Stanton: A rare display of power right there.

Condor: That's the advantages of a smaller opponent. You can send them flying…I love a good flight.

Legend is slow to get up, clutching his ribs as he does, and by the time he reaches his feet Alisha is also up. She moves in and whips Legend into the corner, moving in and driving a knee into his gut. She lifts Legend up onto the top rope and climbs up with him, snarling out at the fans, looking for a hurricanrana, but before she can ready herself, Legend gets a forearm shot to her head. He follows that up with a second and a third and kicks out her leg for good measure. Alisha lands back on the mat on her feet and staggers a bit out of the corner, just enough for Legend to come off and catch her with a tornado DDT! He's down and is slow to cover.

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Stanton: Legend is trying to turn the tables here, but I don't know if he's got what it takes to pull off a victory.

Condor: Don't count him out just yet, Stanton.

Legend gets up to his feet, and as Alisha gets up, he quickly grabs her from behind and hits a reverse DDT and goes for another cover.

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Legend is up as quickly as he can, and climbs up to the top rope but before he can get himself steady, Alisha is up and runs to the corner, jumping up and grabbing Diamond, taking him down with a huge suplex off the top rope!

Stanton: What a move!

Condor: I think Legend might be dead...

Indeed, Legend isn't moving too well but Alisha is also down, the wind having been knocked out of her. She slowly crawls over to Legend and covers him.

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Alisha rolls off Diamond, then hits the mat in anger. She has to take some time to recover some strength after the suplex, resting up in a corner as Diamond gets to his knees. Alisha comes out, going for a shining wizard, but Diamond manages to catch her leg and trip Alisha to the mat. Diamond is up, and in with an elbow drop. He goes up, and comes down with another, but Alisha rolls away, then hooks Diamond's arm for a hammerlock on the mat. She lays on top of him using all of her weight to force the arm up and keep Diamond down. She moves herself up to use her knee to keep the arm in place, then gets Diamond in a face very modified crossface. Diamond is stuck in the hold, pain cutting through his neck and his arm. Eventually he is able to roll himself up enough to force Alisha's knee off and get his arm free. He pushes up from the mat, Alisha falls off.

Diamond is back in control, wearing Alisha down with a range of holds. Satisfied that she's out of it, Diamond pulls her up and then hits her with a flipover neckbreaker. Alisha is down, but Diamond isn't letting up. He takes off and comes back, hitting Alisha with a Dropping elbow. He pulls Alisha in for the count.

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Diamond keeps his momentum, pulling Alisha up by the head. He whips her to the ropes, then hits her with a reverse DDT. Alisha crashes into the mat. Diamond quickly hits another dropping elbow again, Alisha doubling over in pain. Diamond climbs to the top rope, waiting for Alisha to make it to her feet. She finally pulls herself up, stumbles to towards Diamond who comes off the turnbuckle with a missle dropkick. Alisha takes the hard shot, flying across the ring. As she pulls herself, this time it's Diamond who comes at Alisha with the Shining Wizard. He connects! Alisha looks out of it as she slumps back down to the mat. The flurry of offence from Diamond might just be enough to have worn Alisha down. He goes for the pin.

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Diamond Legend wants to continue the onslaught but Alisha is slow to get back to her feet. She eventually makes it, resting on the ropes, as Legend charges in. However, Vause dips in between the middle ropes, avoiding his bulrush, and sending him stumbling backwards off the ropes. Vause springboards up diving forward with a clothesline but Legend ducks underneath. Alisha lands on her feet as Legend charges. Alisha keeps running bouncing off the middle ropes, twisting in mid air, and nailing Diamond Legend with a springboard kneestrike to the face of Legend who was running at full speed! She scurries over to cover…

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Winner: Alisha Vause


We cut to the back where our Seattle audience roars at the sight of Aubrey J. Parker. AJP is leaning against the tile wall of a corridor just a few feet from her locker-room, a phone pressed to her ear as she softly carries a conversation.

AJP: I get it. You want me to be some kind of role-model for the kids and the soccer moms that are throwing money at us for this merch. Fine. But don’t ask me to--

AJP pauses as someone yells at her on the other line. She starts to retort, but is interrupted by a coughing fit. After a few seconds and the hoarse clearing of her throat, Parker speaks into the phone again.

AJP: Yes, the Coke endorsement is still ‘a thing’, Justin. Wha-- and YES the Roscoe’s Chicken & Waffles endorsement is real! You think I’d make something like that up?

She rolls her eyes at this invisible person’s response.

AJP: Whatever. I’ll do any commercial you guys want, but don’t tell me what I can and can’t say in my wrestling interviews. Jeezus. As far as I’m concerned, what I do inside this arena has absolutely nothing to do with you, sooooo there! I’ll call you after I win my main event. Mmmkay? Ciao!

She hangs up the phone and grunts to avoid another coughing spell, throwing a forearm up over her mouth for a second. With a sigh, she pivots and turns to proceed to her locker-room… but stops as she comes within an inch of bumping into the taller figure of the smiling, beaming former World Champion, “The Promise” Anthony Bailey, who receives a pop from those watching in the arena. Parker crosses her arms and scoffs, shaking her head and looking away from him, not bothering to give him the satisfaction of making eye contact just yet.

AB: Heyyy, boo!

Bailey smiles as his poor mockery of Parker's voice garners some laughter from the audience. Parker frowns up at him for a moment before clearly forcing a smile, speaking in an artificially sweet voice.

AJP: Well, look at you, Kareem. I see you got rid of that moob issue you were workin' with in APW. Gotdamn. Been workin' out in the discount gymnasiums? Gimme your arm. Lemme feel.

Parker smirks at Bailey and raises a hand, wiggling her fingers. Bailey simply shakes his head.

AB: Normally I would have been offended, but I'm used to your childish antics by now....so....ready to tango tonight?

Bailey does a funny looking dance gesture.

AJP: Hmmmm, I'm always ready, baby-boy, but yooouuuu seem to have forgotten that you have two left feet. I just hope you can keep up, because I'll be totes disappointed if you let little Ms. Thing kick your ass tonight and cost me a victory.

AB: Cost you a victory?? Don't you mean me? I'm bound to the first ever World Champ Aubs, you know this. It's fate.

AJP: Hm. I'm sure that's what you believe, but time and time again, we go out to that ring, and when you and your buddies aren't there to hold each others'... hands... it's Aubrey J. Parker who walks away with the 'W'. And that's how it'll be tonight. It won't be you. Xianlong. Caliban. Ash. Just me crawling out of the wreckage and moving onto that Fatal Four Way. Just me, Bails...

Bailey rolls his eyes and exhales in frustration.

AB: If you're as good as you claim to be, why can't you ever get the job done cleanly? A simple immaculate win will shut me up and appease me.

AJP: Oh my God. You act like my debut didn't even happen! And don't judge me for adding some creativity to a wrestling match. Besides... Why do it clean when you can do it right?

Parker sighs and glances at her watch.

AJP: It's stretch o'clock. Sooooo... I'm gonna walk away now. How about a kiss for good luck, boo?

Parker stands on her tip-toes and puckers her lips out toward Bailey with a devious look behind her eyes. Bailey smirks down at her for a few seconds and then nods at some sort if internal revelation before striding past her without another word or action. Parker sinks down to the soles of her feet and laughs a bit, turning and shooting the departing Bailey a grin. Bailey turns and shoots Parker a tired look, shaking his head. Parker disappears into her locker-room and the camera fades away on the empty corridor.

MATCH #6
Allen "Portal" Bartsch VS "The Great" Jair Hopkins VS Maverick Jones

Kelso: Ladies and gentlemen this next match is our final triple threat contest of the evening, introducing first...

"CAN YOU FEEL IT?"

Maverick's theme begins playing over the loudspeaker.

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

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.

Stanton: This could have been the most unlucky guy in the building last week

Condor: A lot of people had this guy pegged as a shoe in for the first qualifier but he suffered Bailey’s epic comeback, but you never know, we are a long way from having a champion.

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.

Condor: A win this week will definitely put him back into the running.

Kelso: Introducing next...

APB’s music plays and he makes his way down the ramp

Kelso: Weighing in at 249 pounds, this is Allen “Portal” Bartsch, THIS IS APB!

Stanton: You wanna talk about unlucky participants from last week, this dude got screwed out of the first ever main event in Pure Wrestling’s history

Condor: That would explain his slightly more animated progress to the ring this week.

APB stops at the bottom of the ramp and stands staring at the ring seething, breathing heavy, he then slaps himself on the side of the head a few times rapidly and shakes it off growling into the camera before entering the ring

Stanton: I don’t think APB intends to leave here without a win tonight.

Kelso: And their opponent...

“This is it (What?!)
Luchini pourin' from the sky
Let’s 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.

Stanton: This guy put on a show last week, the triple threat match with Aubrey and Madison was incredible

Condor: That match may have stole the show last week, but this week it’s 3 losers in the ring and not one of them wants to leave here the same way they came in.

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

Stanton: This is gonna be good.

Kelso: 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
Let’s 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 onto the canvas stretching out and watching his opponents in the ring

The bell sounds and all 3 men meet in the centre of the ring; APB and Maverick seem to circle Hopkins, Maverick is smiling but APB simply just looks like aggression personified, Maverick trash talks Jair a little and as Hopkins goes to answer APB super kicks Maverick in the temple and delivers a discuss lariat to the shocked Jair knocking him back into the corner. Maverick struggles back to his feet and APB hauls him into position before belly to belly suplexing him into the corner Jair is standing stunned in

Condor: APB is cruising to give a bruising tonight.

Stanton: Jair’s nose is busted open Mavericks foot must have collided with his face when he went over!

Jair Hopkins stumbles out of the corner walking over Mavericks chest to do so and gets just thrown into the mat at high velocity and locks in a grounded bear hug to the smaller man,

Stanton: Hopkin’s whose abdomen must be screaming after taking that crash in the corner is just reaching out for anything to hold onto to keep himself in this match.

Condor: APB is on a vicious streak tonight, its freaking awesome too, just look at the way he wraps his legs round Hopkins knees when he is grounded like that and portal is just grinding the side of his knees together while pushing in on his ribs also making those 2 sets of bones grind together, it would make this unbearable for his opponent.

Maverick comes back to his senses after about 30 seconds of Jair screaming at him to break it up and quickly grabs Hopkin’s ankle opting to join in on the assault with an ankle lock, realising that this wont give him the win he waits a few seconds to really build up the agony of Hopkins and then whilst holding the ankle, stomps on APB’s head 3 times forcing the rabid wrestler to break the hold. Somehow in the confusion Hopkin’s rolls through the ankle lock and retreats out of the ring

Condor: Jair making possibly the smartest decision we have seen thus far and got his ass out of dodge.

Stanton: Exactly the only issue now is if he has enough left in him to get back in this at some point but he hasn’t moved since he fell off the ring apron crawling from the ring.

Maverick tries to take advantage of a downed APB and makes for the top rope.

Stanton: APB is out for the count! Maverick up top, what's he got planned here?!

Condor: If I know Maverick, it's a picture perfect moonsault!

Just as the bird man prescribes, Maverick nails a beautiful moonsault and crashes down on top of APB in a big way.

1…
2…

Stanton: Someone wanna tell me how Jones is still breathing?!

Condor: NEVER MIND KICKING OUT!

Hopkins barrels across the ring cannonball style ramming into APB and both men tumble to the outside.

Stanton: Maverick did it! He weathered the storm and finally he gets some desperately needed
Separation.

Jones stays down as his opponents brawl on the outside rolling on the ground

Condor: These guys are way past wrestling moves right now, both men have been cost wins and broken up each other’s pins.

Stanton: This match is important. What else can you say?

Jones can be seen in the background collecting himself as the fight on the outside escalates and APB gets whipped face first into the ring post, as the fight congregates in that area we switch to the ring and Jones hauling himself up in the corner opposite

Stanton: 197 pound of what can only be described AS ENDURABILITY!

Jones does the big over the turnbuckle and ring post flip dive taking out both men below him

Crowd: HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!

Condor: AND HE IS ON HIS FEET LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!

Jones is very quick to lift APB and roll him into the ring leaving Hopkins in a heap outside the ring he jaws with the fans before leaping over the top rope into the ring, APB kips up in an attempt to meet him but…

Condor: That folks is Natural Selection!

Stanton: Straight knee to the jaw! Pin!

1…
2…
3…

Condor: Very, very tough match and a great display of waiting for your moment, Jones knew what he had to do tonight, nothing pretty, although some of it was, just bring the pain and walk out a winner

Stanton: and he definitely deserves it, great, great effort, if that wasn’t a qualifying performance I can’t tell you what is!

Condor: It could well be Stanton but that’s for much more intelligent men than you to decide!

[Director Callahan]

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.

Stanton: Big opportunity for Xianlong tonight. He overcame grave odds when he beat the monster Decon Smith but now he has four very different monsters staring him down the galley. Will he be triumphant in his quest for eternal glory tonight?

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 CM PUNK style 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.

Stanton: He was thoroughly impressive last week beating three other competitors to be here. Now he has to beat four. Will he manage it?

The crowd explodes into cheers as “Now or Never” by Kendrick Lamar feat. Mary J. Blige 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.

Stanton: Last week, he defied "The Grand Design" when he beat Maverick Jones. Is it in the schematics to see him become the first of four contenders for the belt? We'll see soon enough.
Condor: He's good but I don't like him. He's creepy. He's always smiling and I hate it.


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.

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.

Stanton: Aubrey claimed the first ever submission victory in PURE Wrestling last week when she put her patented S&S knee bar on submission expert Chris Madison and made him tap out. She's going to be looking to do the same but will she have the same luck?
Condor: Or will I be lucky and see someone paralyze her from the neck down?

As 'I Love It' blares through the arena, Ash Scion emerges and makes her way down the ramp, as serious as a heart attack. She does not acknowledge the fans at all, her focus laser sharp on the ring itself.

Stanton: And of course, Seats in Asses, Bodies in Graves. Ash Scion got herself a controversial win over veteran Allen "Portal" Bartsch and has insisted that tonight will be the same for her. Her heated exchanges with Aubrey J. Parker over Twitter means that these two femme fatales are going to rip each other apart!
Condor: Good! Ash is gonna' make mince meat out of Parker and it'll be beautiful.

MAIN EVENT
FIVE MAN ONE FALL BATTLE ROYALE FOR A QUALIFYING PLACE IN THE CHAMPIONSHIP MATCH AT CRISIS
Jordan Caliban VS Xianlong VS Aubrey J. Parker VS Anthony Bailey VS Ash Scion

The bell rings and just like all clusterfucks, this one starts with the fabulous five trying to find someone they want to brawl with in the early goings. Bailey, Scion and Parker fly into a three way of fighting hatred, both Bailey and Scion trying to tear out Parker's throat so she'll stop mouthing off already. This leaves Caliban and Xianlong to turn their sights to each other out of a lack of other options. Bailey and Scion pick a side each, pummeling Parker's with headshots and while to her credit she does fight back to the best of her abilities, eventually she's overwhelmed and backed up onto the ropes. Caliban bull-rushes Xianlong into the corner and keeps him tied up with a boot pressed against his throat, keeping him out of the way as the other three take center stage. With all the run-way he could want, Bailey nods at Scion then whips Parker across the ring. On the rebound he launches her up for a flapjack which Scion intercepts the landing of with a codebreaker-esque move that smashes Parker's face up big style.

Stanton: Flapjack Double Knee Facebuster! What a devastating move! Parker will be lucky if she doesn't wind up cut after that!
Condor: That's what happens when you run your mouth to everybody. You get put in your god damn place by two people that by all rights should hate each other. This is long overdue. I hope Parker gets her mouth sewn shut.

In mortal agony, Aubrey on the landing quickly rolls out of the ring covering her face as she checks for loose teeth and torn skin. Scion strikes while the iron is hot and blind sides Anthony watching as he watches Aubrey vacate the premises. Scion unloads a big time Misawa worthy fore-arm then follows up by pulverising his guts with some upward kicks. One, two, three, four, it's only when Bailey realises she's not going to stop doing this until he's dead that he grabs her by the leg and uses his strength advantage to lift her up overhead and dumps her over the top rope onto a recovering Aubrey below. As this is happening, Xianlong and Calibak take the spotlight with The Dynasty Warrior pelting his European adversary with these too-fast-for-camera machine gun jabs before nailing a shuddering Flash Kick right on the tip of his chin. Caliban bounces off his feet and straight out of the ring on the opposite side to where Aubrey and Scion crashed.

Condor: SONIC BOOM!
Stanton: Xianlong just nailed Caliban with a beautiful back flip kick right to the jaw! Now it's just him and Bailey in that ring but remember, it's not an Over The Top Rope Battle Royale. This is a one fall to the finish battle royale and while there's no disqualifications or count out, a pin fall or submission HAS to occur in that ring for there to be a winner.

Bailey and Xianlong take one look at each other then before turning to Aubrey and Scion scrapping like unleashed animals outside. Deciding they don't want the girls to have all the fun, they put aside their own battle and dip out of the ring to get stuck in. Bailey and Xianlong pull them apart and immediately which neither Scion or Aubrey are happy about. A four-way brawl erupts at ringside. Aubrey and Bailey start smashing each other some big right hands while Scion is trying to get Xianlong in a clinch to smash his chest in with some big knees. It's pandemonium right in front of the announce table until it all comes to a screeching halt when Jordan Caliban crashes on the four of them like a meteor 450 splash from the top rope to the floor. Everyone gets caught in the impact and what was once combustive elements is now a pile of rubble on the ground.

Condor: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH SNAAAAAAAAP! THIS-IS-WRESTLING! THIS-IS-WRESTLING!
Stanton: Beautiful 450 splash by Jordan Caliban and in one fell swoop, all of the competition is out for the count! Can he capitalise on this?!

When the dust finally settles Jordan Caliban is the first one ready for action With four worthy challengers fallen at his feet, he decides that Aubrey J. Parker is the one he most wants to go for the pin so he grabs her limp carcass and rolls her into the ring underneath the bottom rope. Rather than just climb in after her though, his entrance back into the fall zone is a nifty slingshot senton splash across Aubrey's chest, crushing her underneath his body weight. She wheezes and groans in agony as Caliban goes for the early cover.

ONE!

TWO!

AUBREY GETS A BOOT TO THE ROPE!

Caliban's kinda' surprised, kinda' not surprised that Aubrey has the resilience to find the ropes but he's thinking forward rather than dwelling on the what and the how. He drags her without struggle to the center of the ring so he can nail a post card worthy standing shooting star press that receives an enormous pop from the crowd. Not wasting a second, he goes for another cover.

Stanton: WOW! Standing Shooting Star Press right onto the chest of Aubrey Parker! She just barely got her foot to the ropes. Can she kick out of this?
Condor: Only time will tell!

ONE!

TWO!

Ash Scion nails the Kill The Switch (Axe Kick) to Caliban and saves it!

Condor: Look at her go! She's the hero PURE needs, saving this match! She nearly took off Caliban's head!
Stanton: If she hadn't, Caliban may have been a second away from pinning a former Undisputed Champion and being the first to qualify! That would've been huge!

Scion grabs Caliban and yanks the groggy Irish man off her down and out rival. Powered by rage and adrenaline alone, Scion amazingly lifts Caliban clean off his feet and slams him with all her might for a spinebuster right onto Aubrey. It's a super effective move and neither Aubrey or Caliban who both have their shoulders on the mat so much as twitch on impact. Standing to her feet, Scion takes a moment to pose for the crowd with a sickly smirk on her face, brushing the red locks out of her eyes. The crowd are sickened by her arrogance but Xianlong comes to the rescue, somehow completely giving the finger to the laws of physics with a full on Liu Kang bicycle kick to the Fear Factory Graduate. With no wires or anything, just a simple act of defying gravity, Xianlong pounds Scion with a flurry of kicks to the chest. He doesn't stick the landing and crashes right on his back but the fans are impressed enough with what they've seen and his landing is significantly better than Scion who tumbles out of the ropes and to the concrete floor at ringside.

Condor: That is the most badass thing I have ever seen in my career both as a competitor and as a broadcaster. That f'ing ruled.
Stanton: An amazing display of acrobatic ability as Scion is taken apart by what I can only describe as a bicycle kick! Now Xianlong is back to his feet but wait! LOOK OUT!

Anthony Bailey makes a stunning return to form, sailing off the top rope and connecting with The Word of Promise to Xianlong at the moment he finds his feet. The crowd go bananas when Xianlong's dome smashes off the ground but rather than be perfectly still and in prime position to take the pin, he bounces off the mat and rolls close by to the ropes. Bailey scrambles to his feet to capitalise and looks to drag Xianlong but out of nowhere he's intercepted by Aubrey who goes for the roll-up into the S&S! Japanese Knee Bar time! She cranks back as hard as she can, her legs scissored around Bailey in the center of the ring. There's nobody around to help as Caliban has been spinebustered into the next millennium and Xianlong is out for the count.

Stanton: S&S! Aubrey used this to put away Chris Madison last week and now she's going to do it to Anthony Bailey!
Condor: Bailey's got nowhere to run and nobody to help him out. If he's smart, he'll tap out ASAP.

Bailey thrashes searching for the ropes but even if he does reach it, he knows it'll only take another and the match is done. With Aubrey cranking mercilessly on his knee joint, he opts to fight another day and taps gently on the mat. Referee Steve King calls for the bell and that's the end of it.

Kelso: HERE IS YOUR WINNER BY SUBMISSION AND ADVANCING TO THE CHAMPIONSHIP BOUT AT CRISIS... AUBREY J. PARKERRRRR!

The crowd aren't too sure what to make of it but Aubrey is certainly delighted. She breaks the hold, hugs the referee like she would her best friend then gets out of dodge before a furious Scion can think about getting some revenge.

Stanton: And there you have it folks, Aubrey J. Parker is the first person to qualify for the championship match at Crisis. You may not like her and what she says but she beat some very game competition in Scion, Caliban, Xianlong and Bailey who pulled out their best for this one.
Condor: For crying out loud. Why couldn't Scion win? Will somebody please break this unpleasant stuck up such and such's arm already? I'm sick of the sight of her.
Stanton: Bitterness aside, I'm afraid that's all we have time for. Join us next week when we have the second qualifying match. Who will be fighting for that coveted place and the opportunity to make history? Find out next week on PURE TV. This is James Stanton and Birdman Chris Condor, signing out.

End show.

PS. I lied. There is no Rick Moranis in this show.