PURE TV #003 RESULTS (11/25/13)

[Director Callahan]

PURE.TV #3
Monday, November 25th, 2013
LIVE from the Key Arena, Seattle, Washington on AMC

Match #1:
Violet Rose VS Mark Mania VS Cam Carter VS John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt

Match #2:
Diamond Legend VS Stallion VS Young Mannie

Match #3:
Alessandra Nayara & Joe Martinez VS Jordan Caliban & Xianlong

Match #4:
Allen “Portal” Bartsch VS Decon Smith

Match #5:
The Dying Breed (Anthony Bailey & Jair Hopkins) VS Aubrey J. Parker & Ash Scion

Main Event:
Alisha Vause VS Chris Madison VS Dennis Driver VS Maverick Jones
PURE Wrestling Heavyweight Championship Fatal Four-Way Qualifier

[Director Callahan]

The intro credits roll to the tune of “Paradise City” by Guns 'N' Roses then a pyro show as grand as usual lights up the Key Arena to let the sold out crowd know that it's Monday night, it's go time, it's PURE TV.

Stanton: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Episode 3 of PURE TV. This is James Stanton live with my broadcast partner and former wrestler “The Bird Man” Chris Condor and boy do we have a show for you tonight!

Condor: Tag team matches. A clusterfuck qualifier. We've got it ALLLLLLL baby.

Stanton: And we've got a whole heaping host of new talent to perform for us tonight too as the build to Crisis, our first ever pay-per-view ups to the next tempo. Before we get things started though, something is going on backstage.

Backstage, Aubrey Parker barges through the door to Michael Callahan's office without even so much as a warning knock.

AJP: Listen Michael, I know we're besties for life but... what the-? Michael?

Instead of seeing Michael Callahan sat in Michael Callahan's office chair like you'd expect, Aubrey's greeted with this visual.



Aubrey tugs at a strand of hair uneasily. Is this a Saw trap or Michael's idea of a prank? Aubrey isn't sure.

AJP: That is... cute, I must admit.

She looks around for a hiding Michael but aside from the cat in the bespoke suit, there is nobody in the room but her. She whips out her cell phone and nails in a speed dial code for the boss man so she can get the answers she desperately desires.

AJP: Mikey? It's Aubrey.

Standing on the edge of the pier at Port Tudor on the edge of the Seattle Sound, Michael Callahan answers his phone watching a shipping crane unload a freight container onto a flat bed truck with childlike fascination.

Callahan: I know that dear. Caller ID exists for a reason. How can I help you?

AJP: Where are you? And why is there a cat in your office?

The cat mews in the background as it nuzzles up in the warmth of the Apple Macbook on the desk.

Callahan: Mr. Tiddles is the acting commissioner of PURE Wrestling while myself and Rebel are otherwise engaged. I am currently overseeing the delivery of eight point five million dollars worth of pharmaceuticals from our transpacific cousins in Seoul and Rebel is making the final arrangements for the completion of the championship belt.

AJP: That's the most adorable thing I have ever heard but seriously, we need to talk. I know we're friends and you can't be seen to be doing me favours but can we talk about this week and next week?

Callahan sighs. He checks his watch to make sure they're on schedule then returns his attention to Aubrey.

Callahan: I'd have thought someone so stuck on the idea of destiny would recognise symbolism when she sees it. Do you understand what Mr. Tiddles is supposed to represent?

Aubrey shakes her head slowly.

AJP: I don't think I'm following, no.

Callahan: Mr. Tiddles is perfectly capable to do the job he needs to do. He holds office, he puts marks on my desk and he attracts beautiful women to me but there is only so much Mr. Tiddles can do. He is after all only a cat and cats have limitations. Mr. Tiddles can't engage in rhetoric with you about the state of the product. He can't sign contracts for you. He can't even hold a pen for Christ sake. So consider this Aubrey, if what you want is something that Mr. Tiddles is incapable of doing and neither I nor Rebel are here to do it, who else is there who wants to do something and can do something?

It's obvious what Callahan's getting at. He made it clear from the start that this would be his approach to dispute management.

AJP: Me.

Callahan: Exactly Aubrey. And as I always say, if you want a job done right...

AJP: You do it yourself.

Callahan: So now you understand. Rebel and I don't have the time nor the patience to sit down and police PURE TV. If you want something, it falls to you to ensure that you get it. Just don't put yourself in a position where others can stop you.

AJP: I won't. Thanks. Oh, and can you make sure some xanax falls off the back of that truck? Trey would appreciate it.

Callahan: Yes... Trey would. I'll talk to you later this evening.

AJP: Later.

The call ends. Aubrey pockets her cell phone and turns around to leave but takes one last look back at Mr. Tiddles “cleaning” himself with his tongue.

AJP: Ugh. Cats are gross.

Back at ringside, Sergeant Major Roger Kelso is center stage in the ring ready to announce the first contest of the night.

Kelso: ATTEEEEEEEEEN-HUT!

Now, it's definitely a thing. The entire audience stand and salute, giving Kelso a louder pop than half the talent but even with the spotlight on him he won't bring himself to crack a smile. Producing a folded piece of paper from his pocket, he starts roll call for the first match of the show.

Kelso: The following contest is a fatal four-way match between four NEW competitors at PURE Wrestling. It has a twenty minute time limit. It is decided by pinfall or submission and it will be held right here in this very ring.

No words for the whole world
Left underneath this cold earth
Darkness; all that we procure
Water drops on the old bourn

As those words play all the lights in the arena turn a dark shade of purple as their aim scatter across the arena in a frenzied fashion. After ten seconds the crowd begins to slowly build up a drum-roll. By the thirtieth second this drum-roll has become very audible.

Trek the course, run through the runnel
Come to the tunnels, don't make a sound
If you don't want trouble
Undercover. The sun is subtle
Now reach for the light

On the fortieth second of "No Word" these scattering lights all suddenly threw their bright gazes towards the stage where there stood a purple haired female in some kind of superhero outfit.

Kelso: Introducing first, from Gotham City, VIOLET ROOOOOOOOOSE!

As she was announced The Violet Rose quickly made her way down the ramp-way and all the way to ringside, not forgetting to interact and high-five many of the people in attendance while doing so. Instead of wasting any time at ringside Rose instantly slid under the bottom rope, got up and moved over to the ropes. With her left foot securely on the bottom rope Rose placed her right foot on the middle rope and leaned forwards while bouncing the ropes up and down, smiling and point the index finger of her right hand towards the now cheering audience while doing so. Eventually the super-heroine bounced off the ropes and onto the mat, turning around in mid-air, before leaning her back against the ropes with an angelic, yet potentially evil, smile upon her face.

A choir of children invades the PA with their rendition of popular playground classic 'John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt', and the entire crowd joins in gleefully. Soon afterward, the wrestler of the same name bursts through the curtain, roaring loudly and gesturing to the crowd in anger. As he comes down the ramp, he can be clearly heard yelling 'STOP IT!' to the fans and 'TURN IT OFF!' to - presumably - the production crew backstage. This, of course, only makes the fans sing louder. He continues to sulk as he slides under the bottom rope into the ring. Once inside, he keeps shaking his fist at the crowd, as well as covering his ears and shutting his eyes, the way a small child would, to try and drown out the sound of their chanting.

Gold House by Reese starts up in the Key West Arena. Cam Carter stepping out onto the stage bouncing up and down as his hair shakes everywhere. There is cheers for Cam as he halts and looks around the arena. He points out into the crowd before saluting the fans and beginning his walk down the ramp where gives fans fives and sign a few quick autographs.

Cam steps up the steel steps before stepping in the ring and bouncing around it. He begins to hype up the crowd before the lights fade inside the arena. Cam getting down to a knee and saying a quick prayer. He jumps back to his feet and taps his chest repeadetly as he talks to himself ready to fight.

C'mon C'mon by The Von Bondies blasts over the loud speaker and the jumbo tron starts to flash scenes from Mark Mania's greatest moments. After a shot of Mark hitting the Mania Madness on Level-One flashes, Mark steps out from the back with his hand held high. The crowd offers a huge cheer as Mark slowly jogs down to the ring. He slides in under the bottom rope and jumps up as the crowd cheers again. He bounces off the ropes a few times and blows kisses to any attractive girls in the crowd. He settles in his corner.

Violet Rose VS Cam Carter VS Mark Mania VS John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt

The tendency in fatal four-ways is to pair up and mate-ehr fight each other and this opening contest is no exception. The street life clashes with the high life when Cam Carter and Mark Mania engage in a fist throwing tussle and The J3S Experience decides his time would best be spent beating the 'schmidt' out of Violet Rose. Tough as Rose is, she can't hack the pent up aggression of John Jacob and winds up backed into a corner having her stomach rearranged by a man with a grudge against a nursery rhyme. Yet in a curious display of invention, he grabs two arms full of her cape and tightens it around her neck. Violet coughs and splutters as J3S seals it in with a front guillotine facelock, then when the caped crusader starts to fall limply he shatters her face with a DDT.

Stanton: Oh wow! John Jacob just deflowered Violet Rose!

Condor: You might want to reconsider that excellent turn of phrase, Stanton.

Meanwhile Cam has Mania backed up into a corner of his own until Mania kicks him in the gut and launches out of the gate with a big time bulldog planting the face of Carter in the mat. Mania goes for an early cover but Cam kicks out practically instantly. J3S concludes his woman beating saga by clearing her from the ring with the A-Boot Schmidt straight over the top rope. Rest assured she doesn't come back. Cam Carter has found the vertical level and wastes no time in using his speed to his benefit. He shoots at Mania with a flurry of light boxing jabs and head movement so Mania can't quite fire back. Before long, a cut opens and a slow stream of blood oozes down the side of his head as he finds himself in the corner. Carter then shows some amazing leg strength by bowling Mania over with a monkey flip.

Condor: Wow! Cam Carter is getting the red red kroovy flowing. He's my kinda' guy. Fists of Mayweather. Face of convict. I'd love to see him throw a kick too if he can use his legs to power Mark Mania across the ring like that.

Stanton: Unusual for blood to start pouring this early in a match but Mark Mania ought to protect that cut if he wants to fight on.

J3S isn't happy to be ignored in this contest. Before Cam Carter can fully recover and find his feet after the monkey flip, J3S is using his size and strength advantage to pull him straight into a suplex attempt. Carter hits the ground like a heavy rock and J3S is more than happy to make the early cover on the “Bulletproof” athlete.

Stanton: John Jacob making the cover!

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TWO!

Cam Carter gets the shoulder up.

Condor: Cam Carter isn't about that getting pinned life.

John Jacob makes a point of arguing with referee Sam Roberts but the skinny, fluffy haired official pleads that it was only a two. However, J3S's arguing leads to him getting a Fameasser from Mark Mania for his troubles followed instantly by a cover of his own.

ONE!

TWO!

Cam Carter breaks it with a diving double fore-arm in the nick of time then drags Mark Mania into piledriver position. He goes for the One Hunnid Plus and despite being 100lbs, Carter is insanely strong and actually able to lift Mania but no sooner is he hoisted up does the tower come crashing down on top of him. Already in a pinning position, Sam Roberts slides to count the cover.

Stanton: Oh my GOD! What awesome strength by Carter!

Condor: Just a shame he couldn't keep it up! Mania is going to steal this one!

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TWO!

J3S breaks up the cover again and now he's really lost his cool as the fans chant his name over and over again.

Condor: JOHN, JACOB, JINGLEHEIMER SCHMIDT! I DON'T KNOW THE REST OF THE WORDS BUT EL OH EL, HIS NAME IS DUMB.

Stanton: Will you be saying that if he taps into his mean streak and gets his hand raised?

Condor: Absolutely. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm a cripple James. I understand when it comes to getting beaten up in work I'm second in the dangerous profession category only to the wrestlers themselves but nobody wants to be known as the guy who abused a helpless cripple. I'm pretty much bullet proof here and even if they did, the court settlement would be so worth it.

He's unleashing a flurry of forearms, smacking Mania in the face over and over and trying really badly to open the cunt. J3S pushes him back against the ropes and whips him across the ring full pelt to try and catch him on the rebound with a dropkick but Mania slams on the brakes so J3S just falls and lands on his back stunned. Mania steps around to J3S's upper half and pulls him to his feet for Mania Madness! The Facebuster connects! The crowd go wild! Mania makes the cover.

Stanton: Mania Madness! It's over! J3S just ate it after a miscalculated dropkick!

Condor: Isn't that an oxymoron or a redundant noun or something?

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TWO!

THREE!

Kelso: Here is your winner by pinfall... MARKKKKK MANIAAAAAA!

Stanton: Impressive debut here by Mark Mania against three solid opponents.

Condor: It's just like he said, this is a formality to him. He's done this process so many times that it's formulaic. Now he wants to recapture the glory of championship belts he chased in the 90's.

Commercial Break.

[Director Callahan]

Backstage we cut to Xianlong sitting on the floor his head buried in a book. Just then Maverick Jones walks by, stops and turns back towards Xianlong.

Maverick: Obedience to Authority...You're reading about the Milgram experiment? I see you are a student of the sciences. Tell me, do you understand the implications?

Xianlong looks up from his book.

Xianlong: Yes...but tell me what you think.

Maverick: At everyone's base, they are searching for meaning, and will adopt whatever meaning a superior gives to them. Milgrim held his superiority over his test subjects, and they were compelled to follow in him.

Xianlong: In the end we all search for something, but it not control by someone else, but control in ourselves. We seek to control our fear...our mind, our soul. Lack of self-awareness renders us transparent, a soul that knows itself is opaque.

Xianlong stands up to meet Maverick. Maverick smiles at him.

Maverick: These souls that inhabit this arena are without meaning. Whether it is the men in the locker rooms or the sheep in the stands. I feel that you could be receptive to my message.

Xianlong: Defeat is a state of mind...no one is ever defeateduntil defeat has been accepted as reality. Understand. Take my tag match tonight. It another chance to grow, to learn and grow. Growth is what we all seek and what we all need. We need involvement which is something I experience everyday, sometimes good, sometimes frustrating. Growth is what you need Maverick...I can help you.

Xianlong closes his book with an emphantic slam.

Maverick: Help me? No, don't speak. I have hope that you can one day understand my message and find meaning. I want to you be my witness tonight, witness to what a man can do when he has attained meaning. Witness tonight how a man can achieve when he embraces truth and fate in his heart. I have a match later tonight, I hope you will watch closely.

Maverick turns and walks off.

Maverick: Oh the woes we weave Xianlong....the woes we weave...

Diamond Legend Vs Stallion Vs Young Mannie

The bell rings and all three men stand at a distance. Stallion is the first to move and he heads to his left at an instant but darts right and lands a huge elbow on Young Mannie. Diamond Legend storms over and blasts Stallion against his back, Stallion stops attacking Young Mannie as Diamond Legend turns him around dropping him with an Asai DDT. Young Mannie runs toward a rising Diamond Legend and hits a John Wood dropkick. Quickly Young Mannie is the only man standing and he seems to be happy with the early status of the match. He performs a handstand as his opponents shake the cobwebs.

Stanton: That might not be a wise move.

Condor: Are you kidding? Mannie is one of the most gifted athletes in PURE Wrestling!

Stallion jumps to a crouching position and he spots Young Mannie getting to his feet from the handstand. Stepping to Young Mannie, they ferociously lock up. Young Mannie ducks down and swings behind Stallion and pushes him forward. Stallion turns around and they lock up again, Stallion walks Young Mannie back across the ring and into the ring ropes. Young Mannie lifts a knee and quickly puts Stallion into a Suplex and snaps it over. Stallion pops right back up and to Young Mannie's surprise, Stallion goes for a sick European Uppercut but Young Mannie eludes it and lands a beautiful waistlock suplex, once again putting Stallion onto the canvas. Young Mannie gets up, pounds a fist against his chest. The crowd erupts in cheer and somehow Young Mannie doesn't catch on as he turns around right into a Koppu Kick from Diamond Legend.

Condor: Diamond Legend bringing just about buried his boot into the skull of Young Mannie.

Smirking at the cheers, Diamond Legend drags Young Mannie closer to the turnbuckle and then proceeds to climb it. He stands on the bottom turnbuckle and pounds his chest like Young Mannie did in a mocking fashion. Stallion creeps up to his feet and as Diamond Legend reaches the top turnbuckle, he looks to be attempting a Moonsault. The crowd is eating it up but Stallion springboards onto the adjacent ropes, his feet bouncing off the bottom rope, he shoves Diamond Legend with great force. Legend flies out over the turnbuckle post and crashes hard into the corner guard railing. The railing scoots a few inches with the big crash. The crowd is on their feet to see the carnage! Stallion turns to a rising Young Mannie and they once again lock up. Stallion walks Young Mannie into the turnbuckles but Young Mannie eye rakes his opponent and turns the tables, putting Stallion back against the buckle pads. Young Mannie props Stallion up onto the top turnbuckle and slaps him hard. Stallion kick pushes Young Mannie back a few steps but Young Mannie rushes in and blasts Stallion with a leaping European Uppercut! Stallion wobbles back and Mannie places Stallion’s legs to the outside of the ropes, Mannie climbs up. He places Stallion in a setup for a Superplex and the crowd roars as they get to their feet.

Condor: This doesn't look good for Stallion.

Slowly, Diamond Legend flops around outside as he tries making it to the ring, he wipes blood from his mouth and he grabs the ring apron to hold himself up. Using the bottom ring rope, he pulls himself onto the ring apron outside the ropes. Now on his feet, he leans against the outside ropes and watches Young Mannie get Stallion ready for the Superplex. Diamond Legend staggers and stumbles as he comes to the nearby turnbuckle, the one closest to where Young Mannie and Stallion are perched up at. Diamond Legend climbs the outside of the turnbuckle as Young Mannie lifts and pulls Stallion off the top ropes. They land into the ring and bounce but the fans are watching Diamond Legend. He soars off the top ropes, hurt himself but risking it all to make this connection. He comes down perfectly into a Split Legged Double Leg Drop on both Stallion and Young Mannie. The fans erupt as he lands!

Condor: Unconventional, but effective!

Stanton: All three men don’t care what the fans think, but the fans are eating up this great contest!

The referee looks at all three men as they lay on the canvas. Young Mannie took the leg drop across the face and Stallion got it on the chest. Diamond Legend is the first to start stirring. Fans give an appreciated round of applause as they are entertained by this show of guts and athleticism. All three of them begin to crawl to a given side of the ring, Diamond Legend uses the ropes and pulls himself to the outside. Young Mannie uses the ropes and pulls himself up to his feet where as Stallion crawls a further distance to the corner. Young Mannie takes off towards Stallion and as Stallion begins to pull himself up in the corner, Young Mannie crushes his head with a lariat that bounces Stallion’s head off the turnbuckle. Stallion crouches to one knee and is shaking his head, trying to shake the cobwebs. Mannie begins to pull Stallion up but Stallion shoulder lifts and sends Young Mannie over the top ropes, his body dumps to the ring side floor. Stallion stumbles forward and drops to his hands and knees. He dry heaves, no vomit, just spit and snot.

Stanton: These men are trying to make their mark on the landscape of PURE!

On the outside, Young Mannie gets to his feet. He looks to the other side of the ring to see Diamond Legend getting to his feet, also on the outside of the ring. Stallion on one knee inside the ring with a single hand pressed against the canvas to hold him up. Young Mannie acts. He pops himself up onto the ring apron and waits, watches Stallion inside the ring as he slowly pushes himself to his feet. Stallion wobbles as he turns around to face where Young Mannie is waiting. Young Mannie leaps up, springboarding off the ropes and flying into the ring, coming down with a Double Axe Handle. Stallion makes a slight movement and snatches Young Mannie as his feet hit the canvas, quickly Stallion drops back, snapping Young Mannie down with a beautiful DDT variant.

Diamond Legend who has found his way to the outside of the ring, comes up from behind Stallion. He rips out Stallion's feet from under him and pulls him to the outside. Diamond Legend blasts Stallion with a handful of closed fist punches before whipping him against a nearby guard rail. Diamond Legend runs and nails a clothesline that sends he and Stallion over the guardrail. Young Mannie is stirring in the ring and sees the carnage unfold.

Stanton: These men are showing great heart!

Stallion finds himself outside the ring and appears to have just really came back to reality. He locks in on Diamond Legend and staggers over to him as Diamond Legend gets to his feet, still holding his ribs. Stallion from behind shoves Diamond Legend into the barrier. Young Mannie comes up from behind the adjacent railing and climbs up onto it's top. Young Mannie to come off the guard railing and topples both men with a cross body!!!!!!

Condor: The fans are in a frenzy!

The ref, caught up in the action, forgets he needs to be counting. He begins his count!

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Stanton: THAT'S IT!

DING DING DING!

Condor: What a legend! What a champion! Mannie is a genius.

Stanton: With some quick thinking, Mannie stopped this match dead in it's tracks.

Kelso: Here is your winner by count-out... YOUUUUUNG MANNIEEEEEE!

Stanton: Who'd have thought Young Mannie would be our first WINNER via count-out?

Condor: I did. Me and twenty dead presidents thought that was the case. Thank you Keith the Cameraman. Thank you very much indeed.

Commercial Break.

[Director Callahan]

The camera now switches to a shot backstage as Joe leaves the locker room and runs into his partner scheduled partner for later in the night. The bulky bruiser is already in his ring attire, having chosen long black shorts and a dark colored sleeveless shirt. He munches on a hamburger as he addresses Alessandra.

“Oh hey there, good luck tonight. We really made short work of’em last time. Here’s hoping for repeat, eh?”

Joe takes another bite of his snack.

"Yeah, last week was great and I plan to make short work of them this time as well. Just make sure you focus on them and don't go easy."

“Oh trust me, I ain't exactly known for my timid demeanor and forgiving nature. If I can, I'd like to bust another head open tonight. Just make sure yer watchin' your own back out there - I’m fine with this just being a convenient partnership but I can't wait 'til they get me a chance to wreck folks without anyone else being sent in to ‘help.’” says Joe as he shoves the final bite into his mouth and crumples up the wrapper.

"I don't need a tag team partner right now myself but I'm not against working with you for the time being. I'd be lying if I didn't admit that my main goal was to make an impact here and win some gold eventually. I'll do whatever it takes and beat anyone that I need too to accomplish that goal. I don't care if people see me as the underdog or who I'm teaming with, that's what's in my sights and that's what I'll accomplish. For now though, I don't particularly mind beating the hell out of some guys with you."

Joe pounds his chest once and let's out a belch into his fist, he excuses himself then continues.“Yeah well for now it’s good to work with ya kid, but if there’s one thing I've learned it’s that you take all the breaks you can get. Some day we may end up seeing each other as competition. Just don’t think I’m gonna go soft on ya on account of us being paired up previously, alright?”

"I wouldn't want you to go soft on me. Trust me if we end up facing each other I want you to bring all you've got and then some. You'll need it, trust me. I hope to spend some more time in the ring than what I did last week so I can showcase more of my abilities. However, like you said if we do end up facing in the ring one day, I'll enjoy the competition."

"Well, don't worry, I get the feeling there's lotsa glory to go 'round." With that Joe tries to make a basket with the wadded up butcher paper. He doesn't even come close to the trash bin, and let's out a disappointed "Aww"

Alessandra smiles at Joe as she pats him on the shoulder and heads off.

The lights turn a deep crimson as the crushing riff starts up and Joe Martinez takes a step out from the gorilla position. For a few moments he stands at the top of the ramp, seeming to scan the crowd and ring. He then slowly works his way down towards the ring, stretching his neck, rubbing his wrists, and loosening up his shoulders. As he continues walking he points to fans of his and replies to their outbursts with assurances he'll give his opponents hell. He walks up the stairs giving a raised fist salute and dips through the second and third rope.

Alessandra's music hits and she runs out onto the stage. She glances at all of the fans in attendance and then runs down the ramp and slides in the ring. When she gets to get feet she gets up onto a turnbuckle and looks out at the crowd raising her arms and cheers with the fans.

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.

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

Alessandra Nayara & Joe Martinez VS Jordan Caliban & Xianlong

Joe and Xianlong kick things off in this tag team match up. They go to lock up and Xianlong quickly darts his head forward nailing a headbutt to the bridge of Martinez’s nose. Xianlong punches Joe to the ropes and proceeds to Irish whip him into the opposite ropes. Joe comes back and Xianlong nails a beautiful spinning back fist. With Joe dazed, Xianlong bounces off the ropes and as Xianlong comes back, Joe catches Xianlong with a clothesline and the fans cheer.

Condor: Xianlong didn’t see that coming...he's awake now! THIS IS PURE WRESTLING!

Stanton: It’s all a chess match right now. Just posturing.

Joe grabs Xianlong and puts him in the corner and chops him. Joe grabs Xianlong’s arm and sends him into the corner with Alessandra.

Condor: These two paired up last week and showed some real promise as a team.

Joe tags in Alessandra and she climbs to the top rope and jumps off with a SUNSET FLIP!?!?!.

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Stanton: You have stay on your toes with Nayara!

Alessandra grabs Xianlong’s arm lifting him up and then takes Xianlong over with a toss. Alessandra, still holding Xianlong’s arm, pulls Xianlong up and then gets him with a northern lights suplex.

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Kick Out!

Xianlong slowly gets up and Alessandra throws Xianlong into the ropes, but Xianlong reverses it. As Alessandra hits the ropes, Jordan Caliban is there to get a knee into the back of Alessandra . Xianlong then clotheslines Alessandra over the top rope and tags in Jordan Caliban.

Stanton: Smart move by Jordan there, even though it’s illegal.

Condor: That’s the first dirty move of this match, but I’m not surprised. Jordan Caliban is an enigma.

Jordan runs on the apron and nails Alessandra with a running dropsault on the floor. The crowd stands to see the wreckage!

Stanton: WOW!

Jordan pulls Alessandra up by the hair and rolls her into the ring. gives her a back breaker in the middle of the ring and covers her.

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Joe breaks the count. As the ref brings Joe back to his corner, Jordan starts choking Alessandra . The ref is quick to give Jordan a warning. Jordan pulls Alessandra up and headbutts her and she falls to the corner. Jordan starts to stomp her in the corner and then throws her to the opposite corner. Jordan runs and Alessandra gets an elbow into Jordan’s face. Jordan stumbles back and Alessandra starts punching Jordan and she throws him into the ropes...SAMOAN DROP!!!!!

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Kick Out!

Stanton: Alessandra really needs to tag out here.

Alessandra gets up gingerly and a hurting Jordan grabs her leg and gets up. Jordan sweeps the leg and drags Alessandra to his corner and tags in Xianlong. Jordan picks Alessandra up and lifts her arm up and but Xianlong does not want to attack Alessandra that way. He bows graciously and takes a fighting stance. Alessandra and Xianlong lock up and Xianlong then throws Alessandra into the ropes and nails her with a spinning back kick that jars her brains. Xianlong covers.

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Xianlong then locks in a front face lock on Alessandra, even though he is not locked it into a choke.. Alessandra gets to her knee’s and then her feet. Xianlong still applying the front face lock in the middle of the ring with his back to his partner. Joe is reaching for a tag and so is Alessandra. Alessandra grabs upward at the head of Xianlong and drops to her knees with an unconventional jawbreaker. Alessandra tags in Joe!!!!! The fans go wild as Joe jumps into the ring and starts pounding on Xianlong. Joe throws Xianlong into the ropes and delivers a backdrop. Jordan is back into the ring and he get’s met with a Spinebuster and starts punching Jordan. Xianlong is back up and kicks Joe in the back of the head.

Stanton: I’m surprised that Jordan and Xianlong are working so well together.

Condor: We were shocked when Alessandra and Martinez worked so well together last week!

They pick Joe up and then throw him into the ropes. Xianlong and Jordan put their heads down and Joe comes back nailing a double DDT. Joe covers Xianlong.

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Alessandra grabs Jordan and throws him to the outside. Alessandra starts to climb to the top rope and Joe picks Xianlong up and lifts him up for a powerbomb. Before Alessandra can jump off the top rope, Jordan jumps on the ring apron and hits Alessandra ’s leg and she falls to the floor ten feet below! Xianlong then counters the powerbomb into a hurricanrana. Jordan slides into the ring and picks Joe up, hooking his arms from behind. Xianlong again refuses to fight a man not able to defend himself. Jordan dramatically rolls his eyes and goes back to the neutral corner. Xianlong runs off the ropes and goes for a dropkick, but Joe swats it away. Xianlong can’t believe the mistake he just did. Joe spins Xianlong around DOWN ON YOUR LUCK!!!!!!!!

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Joe gets up and turns around to Jordan hitting an ANGLE CUTTER! The ref gets him out of the ring. Alessandra is moving on the floor, both combatants are in the ring not stirring, the ref starts the count!

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Alessandra finds her way to her feet, shaking but not stirred. Caliban stares through blurred eyes, the Angle Cutter still ringing in his head but he doesn't have time to daze. He staggers limply to his feet but Alessandra is done. She lurches forward and nails Caliban with THE SKYFALL! It's all over! Referee Watanabe slides to make the count.

Stanton: I cannot believed my eyes! Alessandra just nailed Jordan Caliban with the Skyfall!

Condor: Beautiful. Just beautiful. The move as well as her. Cover attempt.

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THREE!

Kelso: Here are your winners... Joe Martinez and ALESSANDRAAAAAAA NAYARAAAAAAAAA!

After the match, Joe staggers over to one of his opponents. His face appears to be all business as his body, barely able to stay vertical after the preceding physical contest, makes its way over to Xianlong. He approaches the martial artist from behind who turns to face him. Joe stops abruptly, a look of intensity in his eyes. A palpable tension is now in the air as the bulky bruiser seems to stare down the Black Dragon. After a moment Joe nods grimly and reaches out his arm in a gesture of respect. Xianlong shakes Joe’s hand as the two share a moment of mutual reverence, a deeper understanding between two honorable warriors having just squared off in battle. The cheers of the crowd drown out Joe’s comments but they are obviously compliments. The two then part ways.

Commercial Break.

[Director Callahan]

Stanton: Well ladies and gentlemen before we get to our next scheduled match I'm receiving word that our production truck has a video of an altercation that occurred earlier in the week!

Condor: Between who?

Stanton: Chris Madison and Pat Gordon Junior invaded a Ciroc commercial shoot!

Condor: Oh man, this is going to be good...

Stanton: Let's go to the footage...



The scene opens from Burbank, California. Right inside of the Warner Bros. Studios, where 'The Main Attraction' "Young" Mannie Romero was shooting his 1st ever commercial for the Ciroc liquor brand, so this commercial was very special to Mannie. However though, the moment wasn't special just because of the commercial itself; but it was truly special because Mannie has dreamed of this moment his whole life. The moment Mannie wanted was being able to touch the world, and with this moment he was able to finally do that. Now before today, Mannie managed to get some exposure out of the states. However; Mannie wanted to do more, he wanted to go global. So after much hours being dedicated with patience & a lot of hard-work, Mannie had finally reached his goal...

Since Mannie now had the chance to touch millions, it was more than expected that Mannie was excited about the experience. Therefore; if Mannie was going to be taken globally as a brand, then it was going to be done proper.

So as we creep up on the scene, we find out that the commercial is being shot in a 3-part angle/format. The first scene has 'The Main Attraction' inside of a ring-like set, standing on a 10-foot ladder. He's carrying a pair of Ciroc bottles in each hand; while standing up there, Mannie is dressed in his #MAEra Adidas line clothing. The scene gets more interesting due to the fact, because of a group of mini-wrestlers that were assembling inside of the ring.

The bunch of mini-wrestlers was full of funny parodies, which included Aubrey J. Parker, Stefan Raab, Terry Marvin, Alessandra Nayara, Joe Martinez, Chris Madison, and Pat Gordon Jr.

Some of the minis are brawling, while others are trying to reach up to Mannie.

The shot is meant to show Mannie's influence on PURE and Pro-Wrestling as a whole. Mannie does a abundance of poses, as the camera seems to love him. Meanwhile in the next frame we catch Mannie's Posse, we are in the shoot as well.

The second frame has Jacinta set-up in a party like atmosphere, as she enjoying herself among invited guest. 'The Lovely' Jacinta Perez is having so much fun partying on camera, that she is cheered on by cast & crew alike. Jacinta managed to get everyone's attention, right after she started "Clapping" (A DMV dance).

 

The last frame features 'The Pride of Glasgow' Alec Quartermain dead-lifting a punch-buggie. Alec is able to defy the laws of gravity for about 30 seconds, just before dropping it back on it's feet. Alec Quartermain lets out a giant growl, as his power is respect by the surrounding audience.

The set-director after a couple of more shots, is just about ready to call for a wrap. When suddenly a commotion is heard coming from behind all the crew members working on the shoot. Chris Madison and Pat Gordon Junior storm through the doors to the set. Madison charges with a bottle of Ciroc vodka in one hand, and he whirls it over the crowd at Young Mannie! Young Mannie dodges it and hops off the ladder he was posing on! Alec Quartermain comes charging at the two intruders and tries a double clothesline that is ducked by both men. Gordon quickly begins chopping away at Alec's tree trunk like thighs with stiff kicks. Madison mirrors his partner in crime with kicks to the other leg. They finally chop the big man down to his knees and Madison charges, nailing a shinning wizard which fails to knock the big man over. Alec is trying to shake out the cobwebs when he's unsuspected lay hit with another shinning wizard, this time at the hands of Pat Gordon Junior! Alec falls backwards and then rolls onto his stomach. Gordon jumps on his back and locks on his cross face chicken wing/camel clutch combination he calls the Pat Lock II!

Madison focuses his attention on Young Mannie who's trying to fight through the crowd to escape out of an emergency exit. Chris catches up to him and the two begin exchanging right hands. Madison gets the advantage and grabs Mannie with a Muay Thai clinch before driving his knees up into his face! He drags Mannie away pulls him towards the set where Alec was dead lifting a punch-buggie. Madison throws Mannie head first through the sever sided window. Mannie stumbles out with small cuts and shards of glass all over his forearms from trying to protect his head. Madison grabs one of the cameras off its tripod and nails Mannie in between his shoulder blades, dropping him to the ground.

Mannie: Son of a bitch!

Jacinta: Somebody help them!

Mannie: *Crawling* Baby, go get security.

Jacinta rushes through the crowd of people to find a security team.

Pat Gordon Junior approached and watched as Madison mounted Mannie, raining down with some hard right hands. Madison stands to see Alec Quartermain stumbling forward, clutching his right shoulder. Madison hits Gordon on the chest to point out the behemoth who is quickly approaching. Both Madison and Gordon hit Alec with a stiff boot to the midsection that doubles him over. Quickly the grab a hold of pants by the waist and flip him over with a double suplex the lands on top of the punch-buggie, collapsing the roof down to the seats.

Madison turns to notice Mannie stumbling away. He nails him from behind with a stiff elbow shot. Mannie falls forward but lands in the directors chair. Madison picks up the camera slate which had been dropped on the ground and holds it up in front Mannie's face.

Madison: Mannie getting his ass kicked, scene one, take one!

Madison quickly turns and smacks Mannie in the face with the camera slate, knocking him backwards in the directors chair. Mannie tries to rise to his feet but trips as his foot gets caught in the black canvas. He pushes off the concrete floor to catch himself and leaps right into a boom stick which was swung by Pat Gordon Junior! Mannie falls back to ground as security swarms the studio and grabs a hold of Pat Gordon Junior and Chris Madison, pulling them from the premises.

Kelso: This next match is scheduled for one fall!

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: APB 2 weeks in a row now has dominated and still came up on the losing end; Decon Smith is in for the longest night of his life

Condor: Again we see those animalistic tendencies displayed by Portal

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: If he walks out of here with a loss tonight I am not sure the winner will ever be able to walk again.

Kelso: Introducing next….

Condor: But of course that potential winner is this guy

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

Kelso: Weighing in at 350 ponds, this is fist of fury, DEACOOOONNNNN SMITH!

He walks down the aisle,

Stanton: This match is going to be a heavy affair.

Decon Smith then grabs one hand on the top rope pulling himself up and climbs over the top rope into the ring.

Allen "Portal" Bartsch VS Decon Smith

Condor: And Portal jumps him from the minute both feet touch the mat!

The bell rings and the bombs come out; Smith is just reining shots down on his small opponents head while Portal is throwing uppercuts trying to connect with Decon’s Jaw, APB changes tactic and hits some shots to Decon’s stomach and then running the ropes leaping at him with a body check but Decon uses his mass to deflect the blow and grabs APB’s throat looking to be going for a choke slam. APB kicks him low and places Decon’s arm in a lock, Decon uses said arm to lift APB off his feet and run him back first into the corner breaking the hold and then running the ropes

Condor: Clothesline from the deepest depths of hell!

Stanton: APB is not a small guy but Decon is just so powerful when he hits that clothesline.

APB takes the arm right in the face and it sends him tumbling backwards and out through the ropes of the ring, Decon is quick to follow and leaps off the apron stomping his foot into APB’s abdomen

Stanton: Already Decon’s game plan is becoming apparent, demolish ribs and hit the gut wrench bomb.

Condor: Spoiler alert!

Decon lift’s APB up and carries him in the fall away slam position running APB back first into the ring post and then tossing him up onto his shoulders and Samoan dropping him down on the floor on the outside of the ring

Condor: OW! I don’t know what would have hurt more!

Stanton: Decon rolls back into the ring to break the refs 10 count and then rolls back out collecting APB and bring him in with him hooking him up for the gut wrench bomb.[/color]

Condor: APB pulls a beautiful Hurricanrana out of absolutely nowhere!

APB takes him all the way over into a pin

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Decon kicks out and pushes away the physically spent APB who crawls away from Decon with a distraught look on his face while holding his mid-section

Condor: APB thought he had him and god damn it was he close but Decon is not giving in for something so simple.

APB settles in the corner trying to regain his composure as Decon resets on the other side of the ring, Decon doesn’t take long to recover and runs straight through APB with a face wash boot in the corner, he raises APB up and moves back and again kicks him in the face

Condor: ALL THE WAY FROM THE PITS OF HELL!

Stanton: He is going for that Red Bomb again!

Decon this time opts for a regular power bomb But Portal this time takes advantage of an out of position ref and simply flicks his head upwards

Condor: Oh the back of his head driven right up into The Demon’s Jewels!

Decon looks for a second like he may endure but as he tries to pull APB’s mass up into the power bomb his manhood gives in and he falls to the ground clutching his crotch

Stanton: That’s the oldest most dirty trick in the game.

Condor: It works though, you can’t deny that.

Decon is on his knees and APB who seems to of completely lost control is at this point looking at the downed monster laughing at him and punching him in the face over and over, both men are on their knees, APB jumps to his feet and runs the ropes delivering a dropkick straight to the monsters face and then quickly planting him with a basement DDT while the monster is on his knees

PIN!

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Stanton: Decon just kicks out!

APB doesn’t look completely surprised by this, he takes a deep breath and thinks about what to do next, he slaps himself around a bit to get the blood pumping then somehow hauls the giant Decon up and driving him flat to the mat

Condor: ALL POINTS BULLETIN!

Stanton: APB is just an angry, angry man tonight.

Portal gets down on his hands and knees and growls a primal scream at his opponent before ascending to the top rope

Condor: AND THE DEMON LAYS AT DEATHS GATE.

Huge arcing moonsault off the top rope, APB sticks it completely

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Condor: Finally APB makes it work, the animal got his prey!

Stanton: Anyone looking at qualifiers for next week better be careful.

Condor: Damn right, these two are machines!

Commercial Break.

[Director Callahan]

Bailey exhales in frustration and begins to shake his head.

AB: What in the world?? I was not referring to that, I was referring to this whole "one" move tirade you've been on all week long. You do realize that your little move was after I had spent an ample amount of time going at it with Xianlong? You caught me off guard and capitalized on what he had already been doing.

Aubrey looks at Bailey with a furrowed brow and a confused expression for an almost comical amount of time.

AJP: Who's Shawn?

She gives him a dismissive wave.

AJP: I don't know who those people are. All I remember are YOOUUU and MEEEEE and me twisting you like a Philly, my friend! And then I remember you tapping out! Everything else is like, totes blur status, but I didn't lose focus of the important facts. Bailey, I'm effin' clutch. I'm the game-changer. I'M the show-stopper. What else even matters?

AB: Tonight....tonight matters. It's a clean slate and YOU know what happens when you are up against one of the greatest tag teams to ever do this. Remember Christmas Chaos? Remember Rasslemania? I'm sure you do.

Parker looks at Bailey for a long, cold moment. She steps forward and narrows her eyes at him, speaking in the softest of tones.

AJP: Christmas Chaos? Rasslemania? What's that?

The crowd boos her comments a bit and Parker glares up at Bailey.

AJP: Just because you have to hold onto the past... doesn't mean we all do.

She looks up at Bailey for a while, and the two stand there in silence, looking into one another's eyes for a moment with an indistinguishable emotion radiating between them-- though the educated observer could guess "contempt." Aubrey's glare quickly and abruptly fades into a smile. She blows an air-kiss at Bailey and slowly backs away, pivoting and walking away, leaving Bailey standing at Jenny Perry's side. He simply shakes his head again as he appears to be at a loss for words while the camera fades away from his facial expression.


We fade into the back and the Seattle audience roars, though the expected undertone of boos is evident throughout the arena. The crowd is reacting to our subject at hand: Aubrey J. Parker. She is staring straight ahead, arms crossed, and our camera pans out a bit to reveal Jenny Perry, to whistles and an obligatory pop from the masses.

Jenny Perry: Good evening, PURE TV fanatics! I’m here, joined by the first wrestler to qualify for our Fatal Four Way at Crisis, which will crown the first ever PURE Wrestling Heavyweight Champion, Ms. Aubrey J. Parker.

AJP: Me!

Jenny Perry: Ms. Parker, last week you prevailed against all odds in a hellacious five-person bout, including your tag team partner tonight, Ash Scion, and one of your two opponents, Anthony Bailey. Now, I have to ask… after being in the ring with Ash, are you satisfied with Director Callahan’s decision to pair the two of you up in tag action?

Aubrey looks at Jenny with an odd-half smile and then rolls her eyes, shrugging a bit.

AJP: I mean-- I’m leaps and bounds better than Ash, and I can do my best to make her look better out there in the ring today, but I can’t pretend that she’s my equal. I can’t pretend that she knows what the hell to do against a team like the Dying Breed out there. To be honest with you, I haven’t heard a peep out of Ash since she lost a week ago, but I’ll take that as a good thing. I guess that means she doesn’t have anything negative to say about my leadership skills. I GUESS that means she’s gonna fall in line tonight, as she should, and help me take out Bailey and Hopkins without any question.

Jenny Perry: That brings me to my next question. After defeating Anthony Bailey last week, don’t you think he might have some incentive to come at your team harder during your match tonight?

AJP: Did you even SEE me last week? I hit ONE move, and that’s alllllll I needed to get the job done, and although I have tons of ways to dispose of the Dying Breed, tonight could very well be more of the same. ONE MOVE! One move, and this roster shakes in fear. One S&S, and I know that I can break “The Promise” Anthony Bailey. And… and…

Parker stops as a shadow passes over her. She smiles devilishly and glances up as our camera pans out… revealing Anthony Bailey to a roar from the audience!

AJP: Oh, hey boo.

AB: Hey Aubrey...you know? I couldn't help but to notice something and I wanted to bring it to your attention...

AJP: Sorry Bails, but I can't have your babies if that's what you're asking. Talon and I are already on course for joyfully wedded bliss together. You know how those things go.

Bailey exhales in frustration and begins to shake his head.

AB: What in the world?? I was not referring to that, I was referring to this whole "one" move tirade you've been on all week long. You do realize that your little move was after I had spent an ample amount of time going at it with Xianlong? You caught me off guard and capitalized on what he had already been doing.

Aubrey looks at Bailey with a furrowed brow and a confused expression for an almost comical amount of time.

AJP: Who's Shawn?

She gives him a dismissive wave.

AJP: I don't know who those people are. All I remember are YOOUUU and MEEEEE and me twisting you like a Philly, my friend! And then I remember you tapping out! Everything else is like, totes blur status, but I didn't lose focus of the important facts. Bailey, I'm effin' clutch. I'm the game-changer. I'M the show-stopper. What else even matters?

AB: Tonight....tonight matters. It's a clean slate and YOU know what happens when you are up against one of the greatest tag teams to ever do this. Remember Christmas Chaos? Remember Rasslemania? I'm sure you do.

Parker looks at Bailey for a long, cold moment. She steps forward and narrows her eyes at him, speaking in the softest of tones.

AJP: Christmas Chaos? Rasslemania? What's that?

The crowd boos her comments a bit and Parker glares up at Bailey.

AJP: Just because you have to hold onto the past... doesn't mean we all do.

She looks up at Bailey for a while, and the two stand there in silence, looking into one another's eyes for a moment with an indistinguishable emotion radiating between them-- though the educated observer could guess "contempt." Aubrey's glare quickly and abruptly fades into a smile. She blows an air-kiss at Bailey and slowly backs away, pivoting and walking away, leaving Bailey standing at Jenny Perry's side. He simply shakes his head again as he appears to be at a loss for words while the camera fades away from his facial expression.

Kelso: Ladies and gentlemen, our next match is scheduled for one-fall and is our co-main event of the evening! Coming to the ring first, weighing in at a combined weight of 437 lbs., “The Promise” Anthony Bailey, “The Great” Jair Hopkins… THE DYING BREED!

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 and “The Great” Jair Hopkins step out from behind the curtain slowly. They stop for a moment, flashing their signature smiles, and the two look around the arena. Bailey's eyes widen as he strides to the ring greeting multiple fans with Hopkins following close behind. They climb up the ring steps and hop into the ring.

Kelso: Their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of 262 lbs., the team of Ash Scion and Aubrey J. Parker!

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 and Ash Scion step out onto the ramp. They survey the eruptive legions of fans with a thoughtful expression upon their face, both placing their hands ont heir hips. With a smirk, they begin an energetic strut down the ramp toward the ring.

The Dying Breed (Anthony Bailey & Jair Hopkins) vs. Aubrey J. Parker and Ash Scion

Hopkins starts things off against Parker. They circle each other and before locking up, Parker walks over to Scion and tags out, which gets a round of boos from the crowd…amazed at AJP’s arrogance! Scion gets into the ring and Hopkins looks at Bailey to see if he wants to come in, but Bailey nods to Jair as if he’s got things under control. Hopkins and Scion lock up and Hopkins grabs Ash’s arm and twists it, putting Scion in a Hammerlock. Scion is able to get out and counters with a hammerlock of her own. With his free hand, Hopkins reaches back and grabs Scion by her head, flipping her over with a snap mare. Scion gets up and Hopkins throws her off into the ropes and Hopkins connects with a spinning heel kick. Scion goes down and bounces back up with Hopkins ready and takes Scion down with a dropsault. The fans are cheering as Scion quickly goes to her corner to regroup and Hopkins is pumped up. Parker starts to whisper something into Scion ear

Stanton: Ash and Parker look to be going over the gameplan here. They aren’t used to working together in a team like the Dying Breed. The former APW Tag-Team Champions have a lot of experience in the ring together.

Condor: It’s unfair. This match should have been strictly bra and panties…and without the Dying Breed!

Scion comes out of the corner and she and Hopkins circle each other before locking up, but Scion kicks Hopkins in the gut then nails Hopkins in the upper back with a forearm shot before taking him over to the corner. Scion chops Hopkins with a knife edged chop that can be heard all the way in to the rafters! Ash nails Hopkins in the jaw with a back elbow and then pulls him out of the corner and grabs Hopkins giving him a snap belly-to-belly suplex. Scion covers hooking the leg…

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Scion drags Hopkins over to the corner and tags in Parker. Parker gets into the ring and drops an elbow on the back of Hopkins’s head. She lifts Hopkins up and tries to throw him into the ropes, but Hopkins reverses it and as Parker comes back, Hopkins jumps and takes Parker down with a Lou Thez pres, raining down a series of haymakers! Hopkins gets to his feet, goes over to Bailey and tags him in. Bailey climbs up to the top rope and with Parker getting up, Bailey gives off with a flying cross body and lands it, followed by a cover….

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Bailey gets up but Parker rolls out to the ring apron. Bailey follows her and attempts a wild right hand, but Parker is able to grab Bailey by his arm, jumping off the ring apron, pulling Bailey’s arm down over the top rope. Bailey falls to the mat grabbing his arm and Parker gets back in the ring, lays Bailey’s arm on the mat and then stomps on it. Scion is calling for a tag and Parker tags her back in. Scion grabs Bailey’s injured arm and pulls Bailey to his feet, taking Bailey over with an arm drag and then locks in an arm bar. Scion shoves Bailey face to the ground and then takes “The Promise’s” arm and drops a knee on the arm. Bailey lets out a scream as Scion rolls him over and covers…

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Condor: Bailey needs to tag out in the worst way. He’s squealing like a pig after every blow to that arm…it’s embarrassing.

Stanton: I’d like to see you get your wing clipped like Bailey currently is!

Scion picks Bailey up and takes him over to Parker and Scion tags out. Parker climbs the top rope as Ash twists Bailey’s hurt arm. Parker comes off the top with a double axe handle on the elbow, forcing it to bend at an awkward angle. Parker whips Bailey in to the corner and immediately charges at the former APW World Heavyweight Champion but Anthony gets his boot up at the last possible second! Bailey comes out of the corner and takes Parker down with a clothesline. Parker bounces off the mat and hops back up. Bailey is waiting, whipping her in to the ropes, and swinging her with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, crashing her down to the mat. Bailey grimaces over his arm but dives in for a pin anyway…

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Bailey goes over and tags in Hopkins. Jair gets into the ring and grabs Parker, throwing her towards the ropes, but AJP reverses it. She ducks her head down but Hopkins sniffs it out, leaping over her with a Sunset Flip and holding her arms down for the cover…

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Parker scissors Hopkins’ head!

They both get up and Hopkins kicks Parker in the gut, hooks her arms for a double arm DDT and just as he does, Scion finds her way back in the ring and takes Hopkins down with a clothesline. The ref gets Scion back in her corner and Parker gets up, picking Hopkins up and then drops him with a neck breaker. AJP makes a pinning attempt!

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Condor: I’m impressed with how well Scion and Parker have been working well as a team considering they haven’t spent much time together. I’m hoping for a private tutor session later in the evening!

Stanton: You’d think they were the team that has been together for months now!

Parker helps Hopkins to his feet and snap mares him over and then kicks him in the spine and then again in the chest. With Jair lying on the mat, Parker pulls herself up to the middle turnbuckle. Hopkins stumbles his way towards her and AJP grabs him in a front face lock. She whips over for a Tornado DDT but Hopkins uses his strength to push her off. While she’s attempting to get up, and down on her knees, Hopkins charges with a Shining Wizard! He scurries on top of her as the referee gets in position to count…

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Bailey doesn’t allow her to stay in the middle of things for long before spearing her to the mat. Bailey continues to assault Ash before the referee intervenes and leads him back to his corner. Hopkins picks Parker up but Scion gets in behind Hopkins and puts his manhood up in his stomach with a low-blow. The referee turns back around to see Ash crawling out of the ring and AJP grabbing Hopkins by the waist, sending him over the top with a bridging German Suplex.

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Condor: I’ve been impressed with AJP here this evening. She knows both of these competitors well…but she’s certainly not showing any signs of slowing down!

Stanton: The Dying Breed is in serious trouble!

AJP walks over and tags in Ash, as Scion slowly picks Hopkins up, attempting to throw a few punches into the midsection of Scion, and follows up with a boot. Scion catches Hopkins’s foot, forcing him to hop around the ring on one foot, eventually finding his balance and nailing her with an Enziguri! Both competitors are down and the fans are in a frenzy while both try to find their way back up off the mat.

Stanton: What a counter by Hopkins. That may have gave Ash Scion a concussion!

Hopkins and Scion get up and Hopkins is quick to hit Ash with a few ight hands while shoving her towards the corner of the ring, but Scion is prepared with a reversal. She charges in, hoping to catch him off guard, but he turns ever so slightly, and runs up the ropes with a Whisper in the Wind, landing on Scion and covers her!

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Hopkins works his way back towards Bailey but Ash reaches out and plucks the ankle, tripping him, and locks in a grapevine. She begins twisting the ankle of Jair, who is now screaming in pain, just moments after being in complete control of the match. He is desperately inching towards his corner to make the tag to a hyped-up Anthony Bailey but is in the middle of the ring.

Stanton: We might see a tap-out here! Ash is wrenching tightly and Hopkins is in no man’s land!

Condor: If he knew what was good for him…he’d slap that mat harder than what’s under my pants right now!

Hopkins looks as he’s about to tap, but doesn’t. He begins to pull himself towards his corner as Bailey’s reaching out for a tag. Scion keeps twisting the ankle but Hopkins keeps getting closer and closer. Hopkins is reaching and gets close enough and tags in Bailey. Bailey springboards off the ropes and catches Scion with a double foot stomp to her chest. Bailey runs over and knocks Parker off the ring apron. Scion gets to her feet and Bailey grabs her from behind with a reverse DDT and drops her! Bailey then covers…

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As Bailey gets up, Parker springboards into the ring and catches Bailey with a bulldog. Hopkins gets into the ring and tackles Parker and the two tumbles to the outside. They get up and begin exchanging punches and Hopkins gets the upper hand, punching Parker towards the ring steps. Hopkins takes a step back and charges at Parker but Parker counters with a drop toe hold, sending Hopkins’s face into the steps! Parker grabs Hopkins’s head and bounces it off the steps again and again. Back inside the ring, Bailey has Scion in the corner and gives her a European Uppercut. He then pulls Scion out of the corner and sets her up for a superplex! Parker gets in the ring and grabs Bailey from behind taking him down with a dropkick to the back of the head. Parker gets out of the ring as Scion gets to her feet, picking Bailey up, and setting him up for the “Kill the Switch” (Step-off Axe Kick) and nearly takes off his head!

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Stanton: Just in time!

Parker runs over around the ring and starts brawling with Hopkins. The referee goes outside of the ring and tries to separate the two. In the ring, Scion is up and picks Bailey up but he’s had a moment to catch his breath and surprises her with a back elbow. Scion bends over grabbing her nose and while she’s stumbling against the ropes, he pushes forward. She swings with a wicked right hand but Bailey dodges and follows up with one of his own. He charges against the ropes, using the middle as a springboard, and landing the “Word of Promise” (Springboard backflip reverse DDT) out of nowhere! He covers…


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Winner: The Dying Breed

[Director Callahan]

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.

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.

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. 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.



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



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.



"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.

MAIN EVENT
Alisha Vause VS “Madman” Chris Madison VS Dennis Driver VS Maverick Jones

A tense stand-off ensues as all four competitors eye one another, uncertain at who will be the first to pull a trigger. Eyes scan from left to right like it's a tennis match until Dennis Driver makes the rather gutsy move of sprinting across the middle to go straight for Alisha Vause. Unfortunately for him, Maverick Jones sees him charge and knocks the curls out of his hair with The Natural Selection! The massive flying knee strike sends Driver tumbling to the mat and rolling out of the ring for safety but rather than be grateful, Alisha storms in to blind-side Jones only for Mother Woven's finest son to turn around, clinch and use her own thigh as a springboard to push himself up and launch his knee straight through her skull and into the next dimension!

Stanton: WOW! Maverick Jones just KO'd Dennis Driver AND Alisha Vause! I can't believe it!

Condor: Hahaha. That was awesome. Leave it to the psycho's to put on the show for us.

Having taken out the trash, Jones turns his attentions to an impressed Chris Madison who gives him a nod of respect and a little clap. Jones beckons him in closer for a taste of the knee himself but Madison is far more methodical and far less prone to charging in blindly. He takes two steps closer before throwing a collar and elbow tie up but Maverick Jones scrambles back and falls to a defensive position on the floor, walking like a spider on his hands and feet and taking up position in the corner. Madison looms in closer then dives in with a falling right fore-arm and starts smashing Jones repeatedly with the sharp part of his arms. Jones scrambles for position in the corner and tries to tuck a guillotine but Madison overpowers him.

Stanton: And this is turning into some ol' style fighting right in the corner here! Jones is trying to get into Madison's head with some off pitch enticement but the wary veteran is just going to town on him!

Condor: You know the only way this'll end is with injury right?

Referee King pulls Madison off of Maverick and scalds him for cornering him but Jones capitalises on the distraction and shoves King out of the way to nail Madison with a big elbow to the face. Madison wobbles and collapses to his feet and before he can recover he finds Jones mounting and pummelling him with some wicked shots to the face. Madison covers up to the best of his abilities but can only shield his face so well after he eats ten solid punches to the mouth. King intervenes and the distraction is enough that Madison can knock a tooth loose with a swinging up shot followed by an ankle lock as he slips through his legs and out the back into a position of power. It's a more pro wrestling submission than we've come to expect from Madison, but the hold is effective.

Stanton: Ankle Lock now! Madison back in control with the Ankle Lock! Will Maverick Jones tap to the MMA fighter?

Condor: As a man who knows a thing or two about crippling leg injuries, I'll tell you that if a soccer accident and blood clot isn't available then the ankle lock is second on the pain chart.

Jones tries to crawl his way across the mat but with ground superiority and a weight advantage Madison can easily pull the cultist back into harms way. If Madison were to grape-vine, a submission would merely be a formality but instead he stands tall and proud until Jones figures a way out. Rolling onto his back, Jones pulls his leg in to drag Madison closer then swings with his free leg to crack the ankle lock open. Madison stumbles back into the ropes but Jones on his feet charges into battle with Natural Selection! Madison crumples to the mat in a heap! Jones cackles maniacally and mutters prayers of thanks to the powers above before dragging Madison into the center of the ring for a cover attempt.

Stanton: IT'S OVER!

Condor: Beautiful flying knee! He's laid out everyone with that move!

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Wait! Dennis Driver and Alisha Vause! Gone but not forgotten! They break up the cover in the nick of time. They pull him off and start battering him with shots to the face left and right but Maverick Jones has adrenaline and fury pumping through his veins. He leaps back out of reach, then knocks Driver for six with a roundhouse kick to the face shattering his nose and spewing blood everywhere. Alisha Vause capitalises on the distraction and comes in swinging her hard fists but Jones lays her out with The Natural Selection! The fourth one of the match and with no opposition left, he stares down the iron sights at Madison for the fifth as the submission specialist as he gets to his feet.

Stanton: This is it now. Maverick Jones is lining up that devastating finish.

Condor: Look out Madison!

Madison dips out of the way in the nick of time making Jones land off balance. Madison nails Jones with a Yakuza Kick to the face that sends him flying over the top rope and to the floor and though he grits his teeth at the fact his main rival in this bout is not eligible to be pinned without the effort of dragging him back, there's a perfectly able victim ready to take the fall. The referee examining Dennis Driver's smashed face is rudely interrupted by Chris Madison slapping on The Peruvian Necktie. Dennis Driver taps out as soon as Madison even touches him but when the choke is in, the referee calls for the bell and gives him the close fought W.

Stanton: Peruvian Necktie! Denny is tapping out! This one is all over!

Condor: It is ALLLLLL OVERRRRRR!

Kelso: Here is your winner and the SECOND qualifier for the PURE Wrestling Heavyweight Championship match at Crisis... THE MAD MAN CHRIS MADISOOOOON!

Madison's theme song hits and the man himself gets his arm raised by the referee after a close battle. It could've gone either way but somehow Madison got a big win for himself over three big named opponents.

Stanton: That was a hard fought match for Chris Madison who exchanged with and took a heavy beating from Maverick Jones but it just wasn't in the grand design for him to get the win tonight. Dennis Driver may have a broken nose and maybe a broken neck and who knows what happened to Alisha Vause out there. Hopefully they'll come back stronger next week!

Condor: And now he's joining Aubrey in the championship match! Will him tapping out to Aubrey in our first ever show psyche him out though? I hope not. I want to see her dead. DEAD y'hear me. DEAAAAAAAD!

Stanton: Well that's all we have time for tonight. Join us next week to see who will be the third of four qualifiers in the PURE TV championship match! This is James Stanton and Chris Condor signing off!