PURE TV #004 RESULTS (12/2/13)

[Director Callahan]

PURE.TV #4
Monday, December 2nd, 2013
LIVE from the Key Arena, Seattle, Washington on AMC

Match #1:
Cam Carter VS Jordan Caliban VS John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt

Match #2:
”Mad Man” Chris Madison VS Maverick Jones

Match #3:
Aubrey J. Parker VS Xianlong (w/ Jade Wallace)

Main Event:
Alessandra Nayara VS Allen “Portal” Bartsch VS Joe Martinez VS Mark Mania VS Young Mannie
PURE Wrestling Heavyweight Championship Fatal Four-Way Qualifier

[Director Callahan]

“Paradise City” and the opening credits for PURE TV roll before the camera changes to the usual pyro show to kick things off. The sold-out crowd are hyped out of their minds for the show, screaming and roaring their lungs. They hold up signs like “MARRY ME ASH SCION” and “CRIPPLE BOY CONDOR” and “APB = Awesome Pension Brawler”. The camera catches all the excitement and a real live-wire atmosphere hangs over the audience.

Stanton: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to Episode 4 of PURE TV, I am James Stanton, award winning sports broadcaster and joining me at my side is retired pro wrestler “Bird Man” Chris Condor in what is sure to be an action stacked show! How we doing Chris?

Condor: Every day is another day of my own spiritual downfall. In my dreams, I imagine myself casting off my crutches and walking, running, sprinting down that aisle free from the pain I feel. Then I wake up and self-medicate with alcohol until the throbbing ache in my calf becomes a mild inconvenience on my long, painful walk towards a lonely death.

Stanton: Haha! You're such a goof Chris----I'm serious--. Tonight we have top of the range matches lined up for your delight and delectation but first of all, we have a very important announcement to be given by none other than our own interim manager Mr. Tiddles.

Condor: He's a cat. Cats don't talk.



Before Stanton can answer that question, the humming bassline of “Show Me Your Pussy” by Lords of Acid hits the speakers. The crowd don't feel the familiarity of it being attached to a particular person but the miaowing and the overtly sexual lyrics tells them all they need to know. Two sultry smoky eyed dames, one brunette and one auburn in matching scarlet dresses walk out from behind the curtain carrying a cat box between them to a podium set up on the entrance stage ahead of time. Everyone watching is baffled but curious to see how this will play out. Several audience members scratch their heads and one larger gentleman shouts;

“The fuck is this shit man?”

Regardless, the girls open the latch and Mr. Tiddles tentatively places its first little paws out of the box. The sight of the thousands of people crammed into the room and cheering scares the life out of him but with them being so far away and with his two lady friends to protect him, he feels comfortable on the stage. Everybody starts cheering and chanting for Mr. Tiddles who starts rubbing his little kitten head against the microphone, enjoying the feeling of the fuzz against his fur and making the audience sigh a collective “Awwwh”.

However, as previously mentioned, Mr. Tiddles is a cat and can't actually speak. Sgt. Major Kelso marches to the rescue with a microphone already in hand, stepping up to the podium to take over.

Kelso: It's alright little buddy. I got this one.

He casts his focus to the crowd as he produces a script from his officers jacket pocket. The crowd mark out for the USMC veteran holding court who stands to attention and roars his catch phrase.

Kelso: ATTENNNNN-HUT!

Everyone in the building rises from their seat simultaneously and salutes the server of no less than ten tours of duty. Kelso smiles for the first time but not at the audience, rather the kitten curling up into a little ball on the desk in front of him. Kelso tickles Mr. Tiddles ears then goes back to the speech.

Kelso: Maggots and maggotmen, due to Mr. Tiddles inability to have the commonality of language with all you scum bags, I have taken the liberty of reading you all the important announcement that the catmissioner penned for you himself. If you will please....

Kelso clears his throat noisily and the crowd are hooked onto his every word.

Kelso: “The PURE management team, AKA Director Callahan and Commissioner Rebel have been extremely impressed with the quality of performance in the opening three shows of PURE TV.” I'm not sure why. Some of these people aren't fit for cannon fodder. ”As a result of this, the final qualifying match will give everyone so far one more chance to prove their worth. For PURE TV Episode 5, the main event will be an all-roster over the top battle royale for the final spot in the PURE Heavyweight Championship fatal four-way at Crisis. The only people who will not be entered are those who already qualified. Anyone who has previously had a qualifying match but were not successful in their efforts will get a second opportunity to qualify. The last person standing in the ring will get the coveted final spot.”

Stanton: WOW! What an announcement! Can the ring fit that many people?!

Condor: Of course it will and even if it doesn't, that just means people will get eliminated quickly.

Kelso: ”Furthermore, management believes that a fatal four-way under standard wrestling rules will not suffice in challenging the competitors enough so that the first championship crowning in PURE TV is truly a valid and awe inspiring accomplishment. As a result, a special stipulation for the bout will be announced at the conclusion of PURE TV #6, the last show before Crisis.”

Stanton: Wow! A special stipulation. As if a match with Aubrey J. Parker, Chris Madison and two others isn't brutal enough. Now they're going to make this match more ugly? That's phenomenal news.

Condor: Excellent news! Maybe Aubrey Parker will die horribly like I've been hoping for all this time.

Kelso: And that's it! That's the end of the letter. Mr. Tiddles announcement is formally over and the show my begin.

“Show Me Your Pussy” plays again and the red-headed lady picks up Mr. Tiddles in her arms and makes the catmissioner wave a little paw at the camera. The universe as a whole simultaneously awws until the red-head puts Tiddles back in his box and the two models carry him back to his office. Kelso stuffs the letter back into his pocket and marches to the ring so the first match can begin.

Cam Carter VS Jordan Caliban VS John Jacob Jingleheimer Schimdt

Cam Carter is already in the ring when we come back from commercial. That's what happens when you no-show.

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


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, ranting 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.


Stanton: Big time match up for these three now. Who will be the one to be triumphant?

Condor: Not Cam Carter. Consider him officially on the “pay no mind” list.

The bell rings. A shot of pure adrenaline courses through each man. J3S and Jordan Caliban nod knowingly then storm the barracks together and pummel Cam Carter with a series of fists into the nearest corner. J3S pins Carter in the corner with a shoulder charge and holds him still while Caliban loads up on the energy and bombs across the ring and back again with an enormous whiplash inducing turnbuckle clothesline. J3S allows Carter to stagger woozily out of the corner and Caliban ascends the rope, confidence etched into a smirk as he hits a chest compacting missile dropkick onto the graduate of the school of hard knocks.

Stanton: Great teamwork here by Caliban and The J3S Experience but this ISN'T a handicap match. One of these men is gonna' have to score a pinfall.

Condor: My money is on John. As soon as the fans start singing that song, he'll go bananas!

J3S waves his arm inviting Caliban to take the cover on the down and out Cam Carter. Caliban can barely believe his luck but as he drops into the lateral press, the nature of John Jacob's deception comes to light when he belts him in the head with his boot. Caliban falls onto his side but it doesn't stop there as John continues to pummel his chest and face with stiff boots. Caliban winces and growls in pain and tries to think up a counter-plan. He grabs J3S's swinging boot and pushes him back with a punch to the face. J3S wobbles but keeps his balance as Caliban surges with a big clothesline that knocks the bigger man down. He drops into a cover.

Condor: This is a great exchange. These two are going hell for leather for that win Jay.

Stanton: It's a real sight to see these three men battle like this.

ONE!

TWO!

Cam Carter breaks up the pin with a diving axehandle.

Caliban is absolutely furious and charges him with a clinch and some rapid kicks to rattle Cam Carter's intestines. Carter finds himself backed up in the corner with nowhere to go and attempts to throw a counter punch but Caliban ducks it and knocks a tooth loose with an uppercut. Caliban climbs on top of him for a ten punch, raining down shots. As the crowd counts up with each punch, a growing feeling of magnetism swells in Caliban's chest. Carter can't so much as shield himself from the shots and eats each one full force until a cut opens over his eye. Blood oozes down the side of his head but he's too dazed to do anything about it. Instead he just stands there and continues to take the beating until he looks like he had a bad accident with a band saw.

Stanton: Oh wow! This is brutality right here! Caliban is dominating Cam Carter!

Condor: Cam Carter's got the face of a man who loves his girlfriend all month long.

Stanton: You are utterly revolting, you know that?

Condor: You don't have to remind me. I hate myself more than anyone.

The J3S Experience is operational once again and Caliban has yet to notice because he's too busy peeling open Cam Carter. The J3S Experience slips underneath Caliban and runs forward, taking the high-flier with him and roaring like a grizzly bear as he channels the momentum into a back shattering powerbomb followed immediately by a flip over bridging cover. Caliban struggles and squirms as Referee Sam Roberts slides in to count the pinfall.

ONE!

TWO!

Caliban gets the shoulder up! John Jacob is utterly baffled to say the least.

John Jacob argues fiercely that it should've been a three count but a slightly scared Sam Roberts simply shakes his head and points to two out stretched fingers. Caliban rolls to his feet and takes advantage of the distraction by thrusting a stiff kick into J3S's gut then follows it with a sweet little superkick. J3S cries out in pain and tumbles to the mat, nursing his guts and his jaw simultaneously. Caliban goes straight for the cover and the referee slides to make the pin.

Stanton: Superkick! J3S just ate all of it and now Caliban's going for the pin!

Condor: I used to use a Superkick, I called it “The Bird Call”.

Stanton: Your move names were horrendous.

Condor: It's the price you pay for using your real last name and making your whole persona based off of it.

Stanton: Condor's really your last name?

Condor: Yup! Who'd have thunk it, right?

Stanton: Cover attempt!

ONE!

TWO!

Condor: Shoulder up by John Jacob! These fans are rallying behind him now. They're chanting his name!

Indeed they are. The audience-cum-choir rise to their feet and start singing the nursery rhyme whch J3S is named after. Needless to say, he doesn't take it too well but instead of his usual reflex instinct to yell he suddenly launches into a violent assault, a flurry of fore-arms on Jordan Caliban followed by a Snap DDT. It's not over yet though, he takes to the corner and lines up his shot before unleashing a huge A-Boot Schmidt that lands right on the chin. Caliban spins 360 as he crumples to the mat, an incredible pain shooting through his nearly shattered jaw. J3S goes straight for the cover. The crowd suspect that it's all over now.

Stanton: A-Boot Schmidt! That's the difference maker folks!

ONE!

TWO!

Caliban kicks out!

Condor: UNBELIEVAAAAABLE JEFF!

Stanton: Who's Jeff? Jordan Caliban showing great heart here kicking out. This rebel with a cause is surviving in the rampage of J3S but he's got to figure out a way to turn it around.

Condor: He won't do it on the ground, that's for sure.

Schmidt pulls a groggy Caliban to his feet and backwards into the inverse DDT for the “Stop It!” The end is in sight and John is feeling it as he raises an arm and screams but Caliban lurches and kicks his legs up for a headscissors takedown counter that sends him flying across the ring. J3S lands on his feet and tries to charge back but Caliban sees him coming and nails him with a spinning back kick to the guts, doubling him over something fierce. Caliban grabs J3S and sets him up big with the Crack A Smile Jawbreaker right off the top rope! J3S damn near goes unconscious upon impact, collapsing to the ground but it's not over yet. Caliban heads straight for the top rope and climbs to it's highest point, eagle eyeing his down and out victim below. A cocktail of vertigo, pressure and euphoria floods Caliban's bloodstream.

Stanton: It's all over now! Caliboom time!

Condor: After that Crack A Smile Jawbreaker, I think it's over!

He leaps off the top rope with the Imploding 630 (Caliboom), screaming “INCOMINGGGG!” At the last possible second, J3S rolls out of the way to the center of the ring and Caliban lands on nothing but solid canvas. His face flushes with the incredible pain and he nearly goes green with nausea at the audible sound of his ribs smacking against the ground. Caliban instinctively rolls out of the ring to protect himself from taking the fall. J3S tries to go after him but finds himself getting attacked by Cam Carter from the back. Still mad, J3S delivers three straight punches and a European Uppercut followed by the Stop It! All in rapid, furious succession. Carter didn't stand a chance.

Stanton: Caliban missed and Cam Carter tried to capitalise but J3S isn't going down without a fight. He's gonna' put a stop this match right here!

Condor: God damn! That's a rough impact.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Kelso: Here is your winner... John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt!

The crowd cheer but they also chant his name making him absolutely livid beyond belief. He marches back stage but even in his fury, he remembers how channelling his anger helped him accomplish a close, CLOSE victory here tonight.

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We cut to the locker room where Xianlong is sitting in the back, sipping from a cup of tea and reading from the latest issue of TIME. Maverick Jones walks in, sees Xianlong and approaches him. Xianlong holds up his hand and stops Maverick.



Xianlong: Absorb what is useful....research your own experiences....absorb what is useful, reject what is useless, and add what is essentially your own.



Xianlong doesn't look up from his magazine. Maverick leans down to see the page Xianlong is on.



Maverick: The Lightbox. A moment of the human condition captured and mass produced for the masses. Breath taking? Maybe. Eye-opening? To the uninitiated. Such is the tragedy of the human condition.



Xianlong closes the magazine and tosses it aside. He looks up at Maverick.



Xianlong: Conditioning is to limit a person within the framework of a particular system. All fixed patterns are incapable of adaptability or pliability. The truth, is outside of all fixed patterns.



Maverick knocks the tea cup out of Xianlong's hands.



Maverick: Don't talk to me like you know the patterns! You don't understand the first thing about the patterns I see, the patterns that only I can see!



Xianlong stares at his now empty hand. Maverick leans down and grabs the tea cup and puts it back in Xianlong's hand.



Maverick: That was rude of me. Forgive me, for when you embrace the darkness like I have, you walk the line between brevity and sanity.



Xianlong puts his cup down on his locker.



Xianlong: The great mistake is to anticipate the outcome of the engagement; you ought to not being thinking of however it ends, be it victory or defeat. No one can hurt you, unless you allow them to hurt you. Watch me tonight....and see...there is no opponent other than myself.



Maverick: You speak wise words, you'd do well to heed them. Wins and losses only matter to fools who can't count. In truth, I have twice proved that I can beat Chris, and he knows it. I don't need a man to judge us. Neither do you. I will be watching your match tonight, I will witness your truth, so I can deconstruct it and you can see what truth really is. I have hope that my message can reach you yet. Go forth....and remember...



Maverick pats Xianlong on the shoulder and heads off in the other direction.



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


COMMERCIAL BREAK

[Director Callahan]

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, mouthing indistinguishable words at the crowd. With a smirk, she begins an energetic strut down the ramp toward the ring.

Kelso: Ladies and gentlemen, PLEEEEEASE welcome at this time, Aubrey J. Parker!

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 screaming 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, holding her arms out to either side and screaming back out to them, only encouraging them to grow louder.

Stanton: And it looks like before we get down to business between Chris Madison and Maverick Jones--
Condor: --first we have to have to hear from AJP. Trust me, I’m jumping for joy…

Her music dies down and Parker takes a microphone, sighing loudly with a satisfied smile on her face.

AJP: Hello, pretties.

This earns an obligatory pop from the Seattle audience and Parker brings the microphone, slowly, up to her lips with both hands.

AJP: Did you guys see what Ash Scion did last week? Or more importantly-- did you guys see what she DIDN’T do?!

If ya didn’t, I’ll tell you what she didn’t do. She, as usual, failed to put anyone’s body in a grave except for her own. After weeks of labeling herself as the future of this company, and saying that Anthony Bailey was a ‘comedy wrestler’, she got BEAT by him, and cost ME some valuable bragging rights. And has anybody heard from Ms. Scion since then? She’s not booked, I don’t SEE HER anywhere out there, and she still owes me an apology.

Week-in and week-out, I come out here for all of you and I prove that I, Aubrey J. Parker, am the best wrestler that this industry has to offer. I’m the real holy grail of the whole damned sport and that was ON DISPLAY last week until it got ruined! And it may not be tonight… it may not even be next week or at Crisis, but mark my words: I’ll get Ash Scion in that ring, and I’ll hurt her. I’ll make sure you all see it… And no matter how far I have to drag her carcass, I’ll put her in the dirt. I swear it.

This prompts a loud, positive reaction from our audience. Parker looks up toward the ramp and smirks a little, speaking again once the audience dies down.

AJP: But aside from be being robbed, something else happened last week. Something important, hm? Can we roll that footage, tech-monkeys?

We focus on the Tron which cuts to a scene labeled “THREE WEEKS AGO.”

Madison overshoots the punch and spins out, leaving him susceptible for a roll-up which Aubrey converts instantly into The S&S. Madison thrashes and flails but with Jair out thanks to the backstabber powerbomb, he has nowhere to go but out.

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

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

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

We return to the ring where Parker looks up at the Tron, bringing a hand to her mouth, feigning shock, while the crowd is explosive with a mixed reaction.

AJP: Whooaaa! Wowwww! How’d that-- who played that? NOT NICE. That was actually footage of me making Chris Madison tap out. Sorry. Can we-- can we get the CORRECT footage, please? Gosh…

We cut to the Tron again, where we are welcomed to a scene labeled “LAST WEEK.”

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!

We cut to ringside again where the crowd is applauding the efforts of Chris Madison, and even Parker offers a golf clap before casually flipping her hair back behind her shoulder and raising the microphone again.

AJP: Last week, Chris Madison successfully sold HOPE to the masses. He proved to the world that no matter how badly you screw up, there’s always gonna be SOMEONE willing to give you a second chance-- bless your heart, Michael Callahan-- and there’s bound to be SOMEONE even more malleable than yourself that’s available to take the fall. God bless, Dennis Driver. And bless YOU. Chris Madison!

And I hear those boos. I hear them. Don’t mistake this as an attack, pretties. I’m actually a huge Chris Madison fan. See… I’ve actually expected more from Chris since coming to PURE. He’s picked up a few wins, but I’ve wanted to see him dominate. I’ve wanted to see him maim. I’ve wanted a reason to hate him, because Chris Madison prides himself on being called the “submission specialist” but I am the submission elitist. I wanted a reason to be jealous.

But Chris, you’re not even in my league.

Aubrey smirks at the negative reaction this draws and shoots another wink into the audience.

AJP: No, no. No boos. If you don’t believe me then refer to the uh… mistakenly aired footage from a few weeks ago, ha. But seriously, seriously, I--

Suddenly "Immortal" by Eve to Adam blares over the PA system catching the fans curiosity. They rise to their feet, wondering if Chris Madison was on his way out or was this another ploy by AJP. They break out into a frenzy as Madison emerges from the backstage and stands on the stage in full wrestling gear.

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 music cuts off and Madison stares down the entrance ramp at AJP. She sulks as she leans up agains the ropes facing Chris. He playfully waves at her and smiles in an attempt to dig deeper.

Madison: Ouch Aubrey, that hurts my feelings...

The fans laugh at Madison's obvious sarcasic barb and Aubrey's eyes fall to half-lidded. She crosses her arms and gives Madison a sigh.

AJP: Does this have anything to do with me? Because you're just STANDING there, in my frame--

Madison: You know, I am convinced that you're not happy unless all of the worlds attention is focused on you!

Madison gets another favorable reaction from the crowd as they break out with an "Attention Whore" chant. Aubrey rolls her eyes and folds her arms again.

Madison: I'm not going to sit here and go tit for tat with you. Frankly, I have better things to do tonight, like choke out Maverick Jones. You can put whatever little juvenile twists you want on our match. The fact of the matter is that at Crisis I'm coming for your pretty little head to hang above my mantle! Everyone tip toes their way around you like you're some kind of wrestling juggernaut. Call me stupid, call me foolish, I'm not impressed with what I've seen from you! You're not the same Aubrey that dethroned Terry Marvin. You showed that when you lost to the Dying Breed last week! Now if you'd be kind enough to get out of my ring so I can make another poor sap tap out!

There is a dueling chant throughout the audience as AJP and Madison stare each other down. Parker mouths off to Chris Madison and he simply points for her to leave, but suddenly, the two are interrupted by...
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The beginning of "Another Way" airs through the P.A. system building anticipation, as Mannie emerges to a wave of boos, he walks out on stage; accompanied by Jacinta Perez & Alec Quartermain. The impromptu arrival of Mannie & his Posse; creates a odd turn of events, as the once dueled chant for AJP & Madison has now been upstaged by a new one.

Main-A-Tract-Ion

Mannie Sucks!

Mannie: Children, Children. Now you know, that's not the way that you should be acting in-front of company. These people didn't come here tonight to be bored by your banter.

A majority of the crowd supports Mannie's statement by cheering him, as Mannie gives them their recognition by nodding.

Mannie: Oh No, Kids!

Because these people; who came here tonight in the Key Arena, they're here for one reason and one reason alone.

They're here because they all wanted to see 'The Main Attraction' "Young" Mannie Romero...

*Taking over the mic*Jacinta: KICK EVERYONE'S ASS TONIGHT!

A full blown Mannie chant breaks out, as Mannie is loving every second of it. Meanwhile Chris Madison & AJP have stopped arguing with each other, as they have heard enough.

AJP: Alright... alright... I think it's time to call off the two-thousand plants you paid to sit in the crowd, climb out of Jacinta's ass, COLLECT YOUR BALLS from Sienna's purse, borrow Alec's talent, and then shuffle down to this ring so we can count on our fingers how many more seconds you're gonna be able to continue to run your mouth.

The crowd releases a deep drone of "OOOHHHHH!" at the miniature tirade and Parker "kindly" gestures for him to walk into the ring.

Madison had made it half way to the ring by the time Mannie and his crew decided to make their presence known. He turned his back to AJP and watched as Mannie added his two cents.

Madison: You know, I'm actually going to agree with Aubrey here. For weeks you've been a thorn in my side Mannie, it's time to put up or shut up. Send that two dollar whore backstage where she belongs and for once, be a man!

'The Main Attraction' and his Posse all seemed to surprised at the request, however after doing a small 'Meeting of the Minds'. Jacinta proceeds to remove Mannie's jacket, as Alec psyches him up with a few chest-shoves. Mannie begins to get amp'd about the confrontation, after feeding off the sold-out arena's energy.

Mannie! Mannie! Mannie! Mannie!

Alec and Jacinta are both now giving Mannie some much needed encouragement, as he gives a head to them. Which signifies that he is ready to go, so Mannie wastes no more time. Mannie makes a straight b-line down the ramp, passing through the anxious fans that stand on the isle-way.

Condor: Here we go!

Once making his way down the ramp, Mannie then climbs up on the apron. He first eye-balls AJP, then he looks over at Madison. Mannie has now started to mouth-off at the duo, which prompts them to reply back in a similar fashion. Mannie not being one for small-talk, sticks his leg into the ring. The crowd goes wild, as Mannie is finally inside of the ring.

Stanton: Things are gonna explode!

Mannie, AJP, and Chris Madison are all now circling around the ring; as each person is waiting for the first strike. AJP hovers back & forth in a low stance, while Madison keeps a high-guard. Yet; while all of this is going on, Mannie however chooses to bail out of the ring. This choice by 'The Main Attraction' was welcomed as expected by the PURE Universe. Who isn't shy about their feelings about Mannie.

Mannie Sucks! Mannie Sucks! Mannie Sucks!

Mannie is thrown back the microphone by Alec, as he starts heading back up the ramp. Mannie seems to be limping, as he clutches his right leg.

Mannie: I'm sorry everybody...

*The boos grow louder*

*Shouting from a distance* Jacinta: What's wrong Papi?

Mannie: It's my knee baby, I can't do it. It doesn't feel right, and even though I really want to kick their asses tonight. I just can't because of this damn knee, I'm sorry!

The boos are almost deafening as this point, as AJP and Madison are both appalled at Mannie.

*Still limping, however, this time it's on his "Good Leg".* Mannie: So PURE, it pains me to say this but I will have to for-go this brawl. So please understand, I'm doing for the good of the company. They need me, just like you need me; to win that main-event. So please forgive PURE for not being selfish, but please remember what I did just now; because it was the best thing for us.

#TheMAEra

Thank You!

'The Main Attraction' finally joins his Posse, as Alec & Jacinta start to help him backstage to a chorus of boos from the crowd. Parker and Madison stand in the ring, speaking quietly to each other as they point toward Mannie, possibly constructing a plan, until--

"CAN YOU FEEL IT?"

Maverick Jones’ 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, jumping into the air, nailing a high knee to Alec Quartermain! It doesn’t catch him flush, but it’s enough to send Alec tumbling to the ground, inadvertently bringing Jacinta with him! The music fades and the crowd roars in mixed reaction for Jones! Jones grabs Mannie and rushes him back down the ramp, throwing him into the ring beneath the bottom rope! As Mannie rolls between AJP and Madison, Maverick turns his attention toward Jacinta, who is back on her feet. Jacinta shrieks at Maverick, screaming that Mannie is injured, and the two continue to jaw off…

But inside, Mannie rolls to his feet. He sees AJP standing in front of him with a grin, and Mannie tries to take a step back-- but bumps right into Chris Madison!

Condor: COME ONNN! THIS ISN’T FAIR!

Stanton: He had this coming!

Mannie holds up his hands to defend himself-- but soon, Parker simply backs off and rolls backwards through the ropes, landing on her feet on the outside, earning boos from the crowd. Mannie looks momentarily relieved, but he’s spun around by Madison! Madison hooks an arm around Mannie’s neck and begins to wrestle him to the ground!

Stanton: Madison’s gonna lock Mannie in the Peruvian Necktie right here!

Mannie cries out and fights wildly, but Madison gets him to the ground-- and then suddenly, the crowd boos as Referee Sam Roberts slides into the ring, followed by Maverick Jones! Jones rolls Madison up from behind and Mannie rolls out beneath the bottom rope!

Stanton: Hey--!

The bell rings, signaling the beginning of the match, but Madison kicks out before the referee can count! He shoots a glare at Mannie as he escapes up the ramp with Jacinta and the groggy Alec Quartermain, but soon turns his attention back toward Maverick who grins at him from a few inches away. AJP continues to watch on the outside, looking curiously between both of them.

”Madman” Chris Madison vs Maverick Jones

The two men lock up in the center of the ring and Madison is quick to blast Jones with a knee strike to the ribs and a forearm into a Muay Thai Clinch! Madison drives a vicious series of left knees into Jones’ skull, but Jones is able to cover up and eventually push Madison away! He runs at him and takes the bigger Madison down with a quick Shoulder Block. Madison is thrown head-over-heels and rolls back to his feet, but Maverick nails a Running Lariat to a chorus of boos from the crowd. Parker continues to walk along the outside, gliding a hand along the bottom rope, keeping her eyes on both men, but the crowd boos as Maverick Jones raises his arms to the crowd with a smirk.

Condor: Jones has complete control over Madison right now!

Madison is forced to his feet and Jones nails two lightning-fast European Uppercuts, alternating arms. Madison falls into the corner and Jones shoots the ropes, coming back for a running boot, but Madison scrambles out of the turnbuckles! Jones screeches to a halt and pivots, but Madison catches him with a Shining Wizard! The crowd roars as Jones is turned inside-out from the maneuver and Madison rolls him up for a quick pin!

Stanton: Cover by Madison! This could be it here!

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Condor: Aaaaaaand, once again, the kids these days don’t know how to get the job done.

Stanton: Well, I don’t know if Madison would appreciate being called a “kid.” He’s a veteran of this sport-- but he’s back on the assault!

Madison nails forearms to the skull of Maverick as he climbs to his feet, but Maverick grabs his arm and yanks him forward into a toe kick into a Snap DDT! Maverick Jones goes for the pin, but Madison rolls out to the apron, forcing the referee to break it up! Maverick glares as Madison climbs to his knees on the apron and he shoots the far ropes, coming back to nail a running Dropkick to the temple! Chris falls off of the apron and to the thin mats on the outside. Parker, fingers interlocked behind her back, grins down at Madison as he writhes in pain. Maverick slides out of the ring and shoots Parker a glare. She backs off, flashing him the same smirk, and Maverick lifts Madison up, swinging him back-first into the steps! Madison groans in pain and Maverick hits another Running Dropkick, right to the sternum, crushing Madison into the steel steps again!

Condor: Madison’s spine’s about to get snapped clean in half, which serves him right after giving that wench at ringside bragging rights for the past month.

Stanton: It looks to me that Madison’s giving Maverick his all out there, but Maverick Jones has the “Madman” scouted thus far! I’m impressed!

The referee, Sam Roberts, has reached “3” in his ten count, but Jones rolls Madison back into the ring beneath the bottom rope. He follows him in and forces him to his feet from behind. It appears that Maverick is going to lock Madison in the Cobra Clutch and the referee gets in position to ask Madison for his submission-- but Maverick lifts Madison up and brings him back down across his knee with a Cobra Clutch Backbreaker! Madison cries out in agony and rolls to the center of the ring while Jones climbs the turnbuckles in the corner, shooting a smirk into the audience and a sarcastic wink down at AJP before jumping from the top for the High Moonsault…

...and crashing down across the knees of Chris Madison!

Stanton: Madison with a wise counter!

Condor: I HAVE NEVER IN ALL MY YEARS SEEN SUCH UNDERHANDED BULL--

Stanton: Madison’s up! He’s got Maverick Jones’ arm!

Madison nails a Wrist Clutch Exploder Suplex! Maverick staggers to his feet, groaning in pain, but turns around into an STO! Madison hooks both legs and the crowd counts along!

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Stanton: And just barely, Jones is up!

Jones breathes heavily and reaches out, grabbing the middle rope, but Madison forces him up, positioning him in a standing headscissors. The crowd roars as they anticipate what comes next-- but Jones fights out with clubbing blows to the skull and then drops Madison with a seated Facebuster! Madison pushes himself up, grunting in pain, holding his jaw, and as Madison climbs to his feet, Maverick utters a battle cry and goes for a Jumping High Knee Strike!

Condor: NATURAL SELECTION!

Stanton: No!

Madison throws himself back, nearly falling backward to avoid the knee! Maverick staggers past him, but shoots the ropes and comes back for a Spear!

Condor: HAHAHA, YES! SPEAR TO CHRIS MADISON!

Maverick hooks both legs, pinning Madison to the mat as the crowd goes into a frenzy, may of the fans screaming for Madison to get up.

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Stanton: Look at this!

Madison hooks an arm around Jones’ neck and rolls Jones forward, wrapping a leg around his neck as well, clinching in the Peruvian Necktie submission! AJP watches with concern from the outside, climbing up onto the apron, peering into the ring as she watches Madison roll Jones into the center! For upwards of fifteen seconds, Maverick struggles in the ring… Before he’s forced to tap out! The crowd roars and Madison pushes Jones away, releasing the hold as he rolls to the ropes.

Kelso: Here is your winner, via submission… “The Madman” CHRISSSS MAAAADISSONNN!

Stanton: He did it! The Peruvian Necktie claims another victim!

Condor: I have no idea how this happens. I just-- I just don’t.

AJP leans lazily against the ropes, grinning at Madison as he climbs to his feet and Referee Sam Roberts holds his hand up, victoriously. Parker feigns a yawn and slides down from the apron, casually leaning on the barricade, exchanging words with the overzealous, exciting fans while she keeps her eyes on the men in the ring.

Stanton: Despite how this started, despite the confusion, we’ve just seen a great match. Chris Madison is on his game and soon, we’re gonna see if Aubrey J. Parker is on the same level! These two are gonna meet at Crisis!

We cut away from ringside as Madison continues to jaw off to Parker from inside the ring, while she simply fixes a dark, knowing gaze on the Madman.

We cut away from ringside as Madison continues to jaw off to Parker from inside the ring, while she simply fixes a dark, knowing gaze on the Madman.

There's a brief commercial for TERRY MARVIN'S SHOWTIME ELITE WRESTLING EPISODE 2 AND THE TOURNAMENT FOR THE FIRST WORLD CHAMPION.

Then we cut back to the ring and Aubrey is already there.

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.

Aubrey J. Parker VS Xianlong W/ Jade Wallace

DING DING DING

The two square up to one another, eyes locked and poised to strike. Aubrey's smugness in assured victory is starkly contrasted by Xianlong's outcome independent mindset, far more fascinated in the journey in itself rather than the battle. Aubrey makes the first lunge for a collar and elbow tie up but instinctively leaps to the side and throws a machine gun blasts worth of kicks to the side. Each shot cracks against her hip, pain shooting up through her as she staggers back to try and find cover before tumbling to the safety of the outside of the ring. “How the Hell am I supposed to deal with that?” mutters Aubrey.

Stanton: A little frustration on the part of Aubrey Parker here. She can't get in close to wrestle like she does best. Xianlong might have her number!

Condor: Excellent. I hope he tears off her head and uses it as a soccer ball.

Stanton: You're just ruthless, aren't you?

With an outstretched arm, Xianlong beckons her back in with a wave of his fingers but this simply frustrates Aubrey. Quickly sliding into the ring, she tries to charge Xianlong but the Xiaolin monk catches her coming with a front face lock. He brings up a knee but a quick thinking Aubrey grabs him by the leg and pulls him to the floor with a single leg takedown. She goes right for the early S2S Japanese knee bar but Xianlong is alert and ready, kicking and thrashing immediately then scuttling away to get some distance. The attempt may have failed but Aubrey's smile tells the story. All it will take is one successful attempt to put this match to bed.

Stanton: Aubrey went for a real early knee bar here but Xianlong had the sense to scuttle away. Don't rule Parker out on her size. With that knee bar, she's like a miniature shark.

Condor: Jeez. Don't under exaggerate her or anything.

Smiling, Aubrey takes tentative steps closer to an in-stance Xianlong. He's not sure what to do so he goes for a leaping kick but Aubrey leaps out of the way in the nick of time and quickly forms a counter-plan. She dashes at Xianlong with a sprinting superkick. Xianlong's heart skips a beat but his expert training kicks in, instinctively catching her boot. He holds her to mercy for but a moment before driving his fore-arm right into the tendons in her caught leg. Aubrey wails and drops to the floor, agony and cramp shooting through her stiffened leg so she tries to curl up and protect it from further assault.

Condor: These kung fu guys know all the pressure points, all the easy snappy parts of your body to turn you into mush. I'm really hoping that Xianlong kills Aubrey with the dim mak, five point palm exploding heart trick.

Stanton: What is your beef with Aubrey J. Parker?

Condor: Sheer jealousy,.

Xianlong takes as long as he can waiting to see if Aubrey can even continue. Concern for the well-being of a competitor kicks in for the usually emotionless Keiji Watanabe who asks Aubrey if she's fine but she waves him off. Xianlong takes it as que to move forward and grabs her head but Aubrey having greatly exaggerated rumors of her injury jams two fingers into both eyes. Xianlong staggers blinded backwards towards the ropes. Aubrey smelling blood in the water leaps in for the second S2S, pulling Xianlong to the ground and snapping on the knee bar. Aubrey pulls and twists as hard as she can, ripping the knee joint of Xianlong to pieces making him scream and pound the mat furiously but with incredible awareness he recognises his proximity to the ropes and grabs the bottom. Aubrey holds on regardless and a vexed Keiji has to break it up.

Stanton: S2S! Japanese Kneebar! Aubrey's got it cinched in tight but wow! Xianlong finds the ropes. He is one lucky pup.

Condor: Thank God. But that little brat is holding onto the ropes! Break it up! Ring the bell! Sentence her to death Watanabe you fat f-

The referee begins his count. Aubrey looking to cause as much harm as possible continues to clamp on Xianlong's knee until the ref gets to four at which she reluctantly lets go. Xianlong uses the ring ropes to haul himself up to his feet but the dull throbbing in his leg suggests that the damage has been done. Aubrey Parker sees the hurt in Xianlong's eyes and swings round the side for a low kick to the leg. It connects, making Xianlong yelp and scuttle backs out of the way of the next shot that follows. Backed into a corner, Xianlong has nowhere to go. He ducks out over the middle rope making Watanabe get between the two and grant Xianlong some breathing room.

Stanton: Aubrey and Xianlong are both nursing leg pains now but who has it worse?

Condor: Hopefully Aubrey. I hope she gets what I have in both legs.

Stanton: You know you're really screwed up right?

Xianlong steps out of the corner gauging Aubrey's next move carefully. The former world heavyweight champion goes for another low kick but Xianlong sees it coming and fights fire with a much faster side kick to the stomach doubling her over. Xianlong fires another exactly the same as the first and pushes his foot through Aubrey's stomach to send her to the center of the ring. Aubrey gurgles clutching her aching tummy feeling a little bit sickly but Xianlong doesn't ease up and almost takes her face off with a blazing axe kick to the skull. Aubrey crumples to the mat in a heap. Xianlong goes straight for the cover.

Condor: YES! End it! Rip her face off and feed it to the pandas!

Stanton: Is that a little bit racist? COVER!

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Xianlong pulls Aubrey to her feet and unleashes upon her The Dragon Rush. Xianlong grows more and more assured as each punch and kick bounces off his adversary but it's not as sweet as the rush he gets when he 180 and nails Aubrey in the skull with an overhead kick. Aubrey's eyes roll into the back of her head as she hits the deck. It could be all over right here but Xianlong's not done. Xianlong pulls Aubrey to her feet and onto her shoulders for the Dragon Strike, the crowd going absolutely bananas.

Stanton: Here it is! The Dragon Strike! This is the move that'll spell the end for Aubrey J. Parker's winning ways!

Condor: YES! Kill her whole family!

Xianlong tosses her up for the Invertsed GTS. Yet suddenly, the veteran instincts kick in and she wakes up to roll off the shoulders and pulls Xianlong back into a roll-up followed instantly by the S2S Japanese Knee Bar. Caught dead in the water in the middle of the ring, Xianlong is going nowhere. He squirms and thrashes but he knows he's going nowhere and regretfully, he too succumbs to the deadly submission.

Kelso: Here is your winner by submission... AUBREEEEY J. PARKERRRRR!

Stanton: He taps! Xianlong taps! Aubrey J. Parker has done it again! The S2S is quickly becoming one of the most effective match finishers in this game. Everyone she has put it on has fallen to the pain.

Xianlong crawls out through the ropes into the awaiting arms of a disappointed but understanding Jade Wallace who embraces her friend after the tight loss. Aubrey celebrates in the ring, getting her arm raised by Referee Watanabe as the sound guy hits “Nothing Has Been Broken” by Bassnectar.

Condor: I'm going to paraphrase Jeff Goldblum in the film Death Wish when I say GOD DAMN RICH CUN-

Commercial Break.

[Director Callahan]

A familiar riff hits and the slow drums of Saint Vitus’ Born Too Late hit. As his diehard fans begin to cheer, Joe Martinez emerges from behind the gorilla position. He holds a small collection of “Tiny’s Towing” baseball caps in his hands and dons a matching dark blue work jacket and cap of his own. As he marches down the ramp he tosses caps into the crowd. Excited devotees catch each one and are even more surprised to find they are all autographed. His hands empty just as he reaches the bottom of the ramp.


A small child looks crestfallen as they reach out, their hands taped up mimicking Joe’s own dressings. The bulky bruiser lowers down and stares the child in the eyes with a feigned scowl before grinning and removing his own baseball cap and sticking it on the tyke’s head. He shakes the hand of the kid’s father and nods. He grabs a microphone from a technician and clenches it in his raised fist as he makes his way to the center of the ring.


Joe motions for a ‘stop’ to the music and waits a moment for the crowd’s din to die down.


“I think it’s time we had a talk folks. I’d like to have a little discussion about a fundamental concept that’s important to what it is we do. You see, I was in the library the other day, using their computers and doing a bit’a research on my upcoming opponents when I came across something really interesting. What the folks on the internet were saying was a little concerning to say the least.”


The wrestler scans the audience and notices most of the crowd has given him their attention.


“Now I've heard some rumblings here and there but it seems there’s always someone with a soapbox out there so maybe I oughtta use the one I got and set something straight. I’ve heard that folks feel I disrespected a certain member on this roster after my last match. I’ve heard it said that I’ve spit a few harsh words and a certain somebody was none too pleased with what unfolded at the end of our bout last week. Acknowledging a mutual honor between a certain fly-right kinda guy seems to have caused a bit’o bad blood. Now I apologize if I stirred the pot ‘cuz that wasn’t my intention by any means. After all I think you folks who pay your hard earned cash to come on down to catch some wrestling got a mutual respect with me. Am I right?”


Joe holds the microphone out to hear a response of a crowd shouting “Yeah” in unison.


“I think we got this understanding, and I think I’m livin’ up to my end of the deal. They keep sendin’em, I keep rending’em, a nice little set up, am I right?”


Once again he extends his hand to a thundering reply of “Yeah!”


“Now you Know that I ain't the kinda guy to go back on a deal. I’ve lived up to what I said, I fought for each and every one of you good folks out there each and every time I’ve stood in the ring and together we’ve smashed through’em. We plowed down Manny-Mephisto, we bowled down Caliban’n’Shienlong. And even if it’d turned out I wasn’t standin’ on top I woulda given it my all for you folks. See what I did was devote what I do to ensuring I live up to what I say. Making sure I didn’t breach yer trust. I did a little thing called earning your respect. It’s this that Jordy don’t get. See Caliban, I don’t think anybody’s sat down and explained it to ya. Fear is instilled, attention is demanded, but respect is earned… And you ain’t earned squat. Am I right?”


Another resounding “Yeah!”


“That’s what I thought. Now I know I might say some things that could be construed as fightin’ words, but I guess that’s basically the intent. It’s what I do. So to the internet rabble-rousers out there, the gossiping Gertrude’s, and jaw-jacking Johnny’s out in the world, in cyberspace, in the crowd tonight. I got this to say to you, you can either shut up or throw down. Everybody and their mother could see that Jordan’s manner is insulting both to the people on the receiving end of his words and the viewers exposed to it. Folks out there’re talkin’ about how I show Xianlong respect but not Caliban, well take a look at the tapes; ‘Long didn’t take advantage of an unfair situation, ‘Long didn’t use slurs and misogyny to make his point. As far as I’m concerned ‘Long showed the kinda behavior we should all be strivin’ for. So before you go condemning me for fightin’ fire with fire, just know that I’m still out here doin’ what’s in our best interest. We oughtta be takin’ the jerks down a peg, am I right?”


“Yeah!”


“We should be knockin’ the hate speeches out of the mouths of the close-minded, am I right?”


“YEAH!”


“I thank you folks for havin’ my back and know that I got yours. I might be steppin' into this ring later tonight to square off against some of the most well known names in the business, but we're lookin' forward to seeing who falls under the might of the average Joe, yeah?”


The loyal fans of Joe now roar a “Yeah!” that nearly shakes the walls.


Joe makes his way to the edge of the ring and raises his arm, “Thank you all for coming out tonight, take no slack and keep hittin' back.” Joe hops off the apron and tosses the tech his microphone as his music starts up again. As he walks up the ramp he slaps high fives with his loyal followers.

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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.

APB arrives to the sound of music because he's lazy and didn't write a real entrance ().

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.

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.





SGT. MAJOR ROGER KELSO: “On the way to the ring, accompanied by Jacinta Perez and Alec Quartermain, he hails from The Commonwealth Of Virginia and weighs in at two hundred and twenty pounds…‘THE MAIN ATTRACTION’ YOUNG MANNIE!



The beginning of "Another Way" airs through the P.A. system building anticipation, as Mannie emerges to a wave of boos, he is lead to the ring by Jacinta Perez & Alec Quartermain. Mannie casually walks down the ramp with his entire glowing in the dark ADIDAS sweatsuit on while soaking in the hate, as a custom Dark-Orchid colored stairwell which reads 'The-Main-Attraction' is placed in front of the middle apron. Mannie strides up the steps, while the cameraman sits on the middle rope before he enters the ring. Mannie proceeds to remove his sweatsuit, as Adam Stenfelder steps up to Introduce Mannie's opponent(s).

Alessanda Nayara VS Allen “Portal” Bartsch VS Joe Martinez VS Mark Mania VS Young Mannie

DING DING DING

Even though the two had made a very successful team the past fortnight, Joe Martinez and Alessandra Nayara immediately go for each others throats. Resentment at being booked together for no properly explained reason has bubbled up to a boiling point and now the tension is finally cut with the penetrating knife of championship ambitions. Alessandra and Joe clash in a collar and elbow-tie up with Joe taking the early lead due to some rapid fire uppercuts. Mark Mania and APB size up one another and go chest to chest and nose to nose as their pride compels them to engage each other for the title of best old timer. Young Mannie simply disappears to ringside and lets the other four battle it out.

Stanton: Wow! I thought we'd see Martinez and Nayara team up and dismantle each other but their ego's have got in the way and now they want to take each other apart.

Condor: This is why Callahan is a genius. Nothing causes tension like unanswered questions. Why did he put them together repeatedly when we don't even have a tag division?

Stanton: And why is Young Mannie hanging out with us at the announce table?

Condor: Because he's a straight punk.

Mark Mania and APB brawl with one another throwing back and forth fists while Martinez has Nayara backed up in the corner, at his mercy for a series of lightning fast shots to the stomach. This allows her to easily haul Nayara up onto the turnbuckle for a superplex but as he climbs up to deliver her unto canvas, she suddenly wakes up and delivers a solid punch to the throat then head butts him off the middle rope and to the mat. Joe lands on his feet but Nayara soon corrects that with a flying dropkick to his ribs. Mark Mania plants APB'S face into the floor with a running bulldog then heads for the nearest corner to he can keep an eye on all potential threats.

Stanton: Beautiful Missile Dropkick by Alessandra Nayara and the same goes for Mark Mania's bulldog. Only Nayara and Mania are standing right now.

Condor: Good! I'm glad to hear it.

Nayara spots Mania standing in the corner and sets her sight for something nasty. Mania could've easily moved out the way of the running stinger splash were it not for Young Mannie distracting him by grabbing his ankles. Nayara grabs the dazed Mania by the arm and pulls him to the center into a quick fire hurricanrana and goes for the bridging pin, making Mania squirm underneath as his shoulders are pressed to the mat. Steve King slides to make the count.

Stanton: Hurricanrana Pin!

Condor: A useful assist by Mannie could be the difference maker!

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APB grabs Nayara and yanks her off Mania into a belly to belly suplex, completely flipping her over and smashing her right onto her face. Nayara rolls around on the floor, brain rattled by the sudden impact but APB's not quite done yet. APB pulls Nayara over to the nearest set of ropes, pulls her into his clutches then hurls her effortlessly over the top rope to the floor with a spine mangling second belly to belly suplex. Nayara hits the ground with a sickening thud and a concerned/morbidly curious front row rises to their feet to see if she's okay.

Stanton: Oh my God! Nayara might have just had her career shortened by a brutal move by APB! She could be out cold!

Condor: God DAMN IT. Screw him!

Capitalising on his distraction, Mark Mania spins APB around and kicks him in the gut to set up The Mania Madness. APB whites out from the impact of his head smashing against the canvas and either from the bounce back or pure veteran instincts he rolls out underneath the bottom rope and falls in a heap to the floor. Mania doesn't get much chance to complain either as Joe Martinez is on him like piranha with a dirty boxing clinch, a quick series of five uppercuts that knock him off balance and dashes his lip open with a little cut. Mania's skull rattles in his head as he wobbles backwards, tasting his own blood and trying not to fall over. Martinez throws a big overhand knockout punch but Mania ducks in the nick of time.

Stanton: Oh damn! Mania has been bloodied here! The scrappy Martinez with his down and dirty moveset has really torn up a storm in this match.

Condor: Those uppercuts are horrendous. They're the same ones he used to turn Lucien Mephisto into human paté just two weeks ago in his debut. Mania is lucky to be standing!

Needing time to recover, Mania violently shoves Martinez back inadvertently sending him into the oncoming traffic of a flying Young Mannie dropkick that brings the burly lug crashing to the mat. Martinez hits his head hard against the mat and pulls himself away as Mannie turns his attentions to his former rival. Mania and Mannie start brawling and with Mania still dizzy from Martinez's uppercuts, Mannie's stiff MMA elbows are enough to tip the balance in his favour. Mania crumples up into the ropes to protect himself from being overpowered but can't stop Mannie from showing amazing strength by scooping him up and slamming him against the turnbuckle.

Condor: I thought Young Mannie was never coming back into this bout. That crafty sneaky son of a gun!

Stanton: Never count out Young Mannie to blind-side a man.

Young Mannie raises both arms in celebration, heart pounding in his chest and feeling an unjustified sense of pride in his demolition of Mark Mania. He turns around to confront another opponent only to get ripped apart by a flying Alessandra Nayara, somehow returning from her near death experience with a devastating crossbody from the top rope onto Young Mannie. She crashes on top of him and makes the instant cover.

Stanton: Crossbody! Cover! Nayara is about to qualify!

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Break-up by Joe Martinez! He pulls her up for The Sidwalk Slam Elbow (Down on Your Luck) but Alessandra fights back with fore-arms to the face and head.

Condor: A lot of fight in her! That's my girl! Come on Aly!

Alessandra breaks free of her grasp and delivers a shattering Legsweep to Martinez leaving him lying supine by the turnbuckle. She points to the sky and the audience rise to their feet with a lions roar. This is it. Ready to fly, she looks down at the out and out Martinez before turning on her heels for the Corkscrew Moonsault. She bends over to jump but at the last second, APB leaps up onto the apron and pushes Alessandra off the top rope, sending her flying down to the hard concrete floor below for the second time. APB takes her position on the top rope and launches a DeathGate moonsault but the Martinez' rolls out of the way and the veteran lands flat on his face. On impact, APB bounces to his feet clutching his chest but he stumbles right into the grasp of Young Mannie who nails him The Fatal Attraction!

Condor: NO! DAMN IT! NO! MY BEAUTIFUL ALESSANDRA! I HATE YOU APB!

Stanton: DEATH GATE MOONSAULT BUT JOE MARTINEZ ROLLS OUT THE WAY! APB lands on his feet but OH! Fatal Attraction! Young Mannie could steal this one!

Or he could if Mark Mania wasn't on him instantly. No sooner is Mannie on his feet, he's getting pulled straight into the Mania Madness himself. The Pedigree connects and Mannie's just gone, another knockout from the devastating finisher of the veteran. Mark Mania stands up to get leverage to flip him over but is caught completely unaware by a knockout punch from Joe Martinez that sends him flying through the ropes and to the floor. Martinez then grabs the nearest body (Mannie) and slaps on The Weight Of The World! Mannie's barely conscious after the Mania Madness and slowly taps out.

Kelso: Here is your winner by submission... JOEEEE MARTINEEEEZ!

Condor: That's it folks! Joe Martinez, MY BOY, is the third man in the championship match at Crisis!

Stanton: What a hard fought victory! All five of these put on a great show but Joe Martinez has got the win with a submission from Young Mannie. The question is, will one of these four win next week's battle royal?

Condor: I'm backing Alessandra Nayara for next week's battle royales. With Madison, Martines and Parker, we need two ladies to represent. BATTLE OF THE SEXES! YEAAAAAH!

Stanton: I think that's all we have time for tonight folks. Join us next week for another stacked card where we'll see all PW competitors who have yet to qualify compete in an over the top rope battle royale for the FINAL spot in the PURE Wrestling Heavyweight Championship match at Crisis! I've been James Stanton and this is Chris Condor, signing off!

End Show.