The scene opens up with classical music playing faintly. In a lavish spa Star is seen sitting in a chair, clad in just a white robe and looking as comfortable and relaxed as can be. There are several people around her, some messing in her hair and putting in big ringlets with curling irons, others tending to her nails and one more guy at her feet. Her beautiful face is glowing as she chats it up with the workers like the Goddess that she is. She suddenly winces and picks up an empty Sprite bottle that she uses to smack the foot guy in the back of the head.

The scene fades into another one where Farah can be shown looking at herself in a long mirror that could show her entire body perfectly. Then through it you could see the reflection of a man in the background looking back at her with lust in his eyes, She smiles at this and then flicks her hair to the back seductively. She knows how to seduce and get what she wants using this trait. The guy gets up from the bed not caring that his lower body has been exposed and walks toward Farah. He goes for a kiss but she moves out of the way and does a little "No..no..no" gesture with her index finger. He whines a little but she doesn't care because she likes to be the boss in the bed. Just like she was the boss in PDW.

The scene fades into yet another one. Amaya prances around a dimly lit room in a black bra and panty set, dancing like a video vixen while spraying herself with perfume. She twirls around and drops it like it’s hot with a serious and concentrated expression on her face. The entire screen splits into threes with each previous scene shown side by side. All of the girls suddenly glance at their watches and their eyes widen. The music comes to a screeching halt.

Star/Farah/Amaya: Oh shit…I’M LATE!!!

The Dynasty Spectrum ih Philadelphia, PA. is filled to its capacity as the fans scream their appreciation. The camera pans throughout the arena, sweeping over the fans and taking in their different signs and posters. Suddenly the lights fade and a strobe light flashes. There is a blast of silver pyro and “Get Psycho” by Distrubed pumps over the P.A. system. Images for the three lovely PDW bosses engaged in activities inside and outside of the ring flash across the Platinum Tron. The music continues to blast as the scene cuts to ringside with the commentators David Wright and Ryde Rass.

Ryde Rass: That’s right! Every Saturday night this is the place to be. This may be our very first show but I already know that we’re the best damn show on the market. In the words of our dear co-owner Star…this shit just got real!

David Wright: Indeed it has. We have a ton of great matches lined up for you guys. First we’ll see KibbyD and Jazmin Starr take on fresh to the wrestling game Zayda in a three way match.

Ryde Rass: Now I can’t wait to see that. Three hot asses in the ring at one time. Blissful.

David Wright: Good lord. We’ll also see Nightmare versus Mike Ryba and witness Michael Mercer take on the “Southern Slut” and former XWA World Champion Annabelle Lee!

Ryde Rass: That Annabelle is another fine one. And even more fineness comes in the form of Asheigh Collins when she takes on Julian Dark.

David Wright: Our later matches include Trisha Smith taking on the phenomenal Kindred London, “The Miracle Boy” Jake Matthews again Bethany Windsor and the artist formally known as “Miss Perfect” Latrisha Lamarte up against the big man Reginald Johnson. So in other words, even though our bosses aren’t here yet we have quite the show for you guys tonight so stick around.

Jazmin Starr vs. KibbyD vs Zayda

David Wright: Our first match of the night. KibbyD, Jazmin Starr and Zayda all in one ring.

Ryde Rass: In other words, a ring full of fine!

Jacob DeSanto: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a three way match. Introducing first, from Houston, Texas and weighing in at 126 pounds….KIBBYD!!!

“Turn it up” by Paris Hilton plays and KibbyD steps from behind the stage curtains wearing Daisy Dukes bottoms a Plaid Halter top some Cowgirl boots and Elbow pads. She flips her long blonde hair with her left hand as she holds her dog Daisy with her right hand. The ditzy KibbyD blows kisses to the fans and begins to walk down the ramp while tagging the fans of her hands along the way. When she reaches the ring she slowly walks up the steel ring steps and makes her way onto the ring apron. KibbyD holds onto the ring ropes then swings her hair and very slowly stepping under the middle rope. KibbyD then prances around the ring blowing kiss and then exit the ring to hand Daisy over to the time keeper and enter back into the ring and awaits her opponent.

Ryde Rass: What the fu….is that a dog?

David Wright: Yeah, Ryde. That’s her manager Daisy.

Ryde Rass: Oh come the hell on.

The beginning bass of "So Excited" by Janet Jackson sounds out, and four muscular men dressed in fire fighter uniforms run out on the ramp holding hoses ready to spray the crowd, when a figure behind them eases her way down a pole sitting in the middle of descending platform. Zayda, also dressed in the same uniform, struts off the platform as it reaches the floor. She peels off the hot layers of the fire fighter attire as the “fire fighters” rush over to “cool” her off as she dances from one to the last to the ring.

Jacob DeSanto: And next, at a weight of 136 pounds, hailing from Philadelphia, PA….ZAYDA!!!

Ryde Rass: Damn! What is she? Black? Chinese? Blackenese?

David Wright: I believe she’s black and Laotion.

Ryde Rass: Black and lotion? Lotion ain’t no race, Dave. Stop feedin’ me bullshit.

Jacob DeSanto: And finally, from Los Angeles, CA., at a weight of 119 pounds….JAZMIN STARR!!!

The arena goes black as you hear The Only True Starr being said. The lights starts flashing so they look like stars as Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous starts playing. Jazmin walks out and heads for the ring .Once there she climbs a turnbuckle and does a backflip off it into the ring. Once in the ring she waits for the match to begin.

Kibby D, Zayda and Jazmin circle one and other, They don't know how to start off the match and for which to go after. Kibby then decides to start it off herself by slapping Zayda square in the face causing Zayda to give her a look of madness. Kibby smiles at this and then slaps her once again, Jazmin just looks on at this smiling at whats going on and decides to just get on a conner and watch what happens next. Kibby by now was challanging Zayda to hit her, But Zayda just stood there watching her with a blank look on her face and then when Kibby D was going to slap her once again Zayda headbutts her down to the floor, She gets on top of her and starts punching her furiously on each side of her face until T.C had to seperate her from Kibby. Kibby crawled her way to the conner of the ring where Jazmin was waiting for her and when she finally reached her, Jazmin nails a neckdrop to the back of Kibby. Jazmin then picks her up by the hair and sends her crashing to the conner. She connects with a running Splash followed by placing Kibby in the top rope. The southern blond looks out of it and as Jazmin climbed up the ropes she gets stopped by Zayda who took Jazmin blond locks in her hands and hits a Reverse DDT taking out Jazmin for the moment.

Ryde Rass: Zayda is still pissed off about those slaps the blonde gave her earlier.

David Wright: Well, they were pretty intense slaps.

Ryde Rass: Maybe she pimp smacked before and that brought memories.

Zayda climbs on top and nails a perfect Frankenstenier on Kibby who crashes the mat hard. She grabs on to her back in pain as Zayda mounts her again with punches on the face. Jazmin came out of it now and takes Zayda by her hair and then swings her to the ropes as she comes back, Jazmin hits a beautiful Drop-kick to the face of Zayda followed by a perfect 450 moonsault on the fallen body of Zayda..she covers her.

One…

Two…

Zayda gets her shoulders up and then elbows the side of the face of Jazmin. Kibby is then shown getting some fresh air in the conner and finally manages to get herself up and about, she goes over to the two girls who were up now punching each other in the face and then takes them both by their hair. Kibby D attempts to hit a Double DDT on both girls, But they block it by elbowing herin the midsection then sending her towards the ropes, as she comes back they connect with a Double Flapjack. Jazmin then picks her up forcefully by the hair and holds her for Zayda who just stares at Kibby D, she gets an evil glare on her face and goes on to rip the top of Kibby leaving her bra exposed. Kibby takes her breasts and tries to cover herself, but then out of nowhere Jazmin nails her with the "Shooting Starr". Both Zayda and Jazmin decide to throw out Kibby out and then T.C just ends counting her out of the match.

David Wright: Looks like KibbyD is eliminated from this match and will be Zayda and Jazmin to go at it.

Ryde Rass: I'm gonna miss that dumb white gurl..she got nice titties.

Zayda and Jazmin now circle each other as each now are the remaining women in the match, they lock up with Zayda taking quick control over it, Jazmin comes back with a few elbows to the side of Zayda and then sends her to the ropes. Zayda comes back with a block that sends Jazmin down to the mat, She goes back to the ropes and goes for a Elbow drop, but Jazmin moves out of the way and then gets on top of Zayda, she takes her hair and slams it roughly in the mat before picking her up and sending her to the conner post. Jazmin then connects with a knee to the gut of Zayda before gauging away in her eye, T.C tells her to stop it, but the damage was been done and Zayda could barely see what was going on. Jazmin then scoopslams Zayda before climbing the second rope were she connects with a Leg drop to the face of Zayda, Jazmin celebrates a little before covering her.

One..

Two...

Zayda once again gets her hands up and Jazmin gets ticked off at this, She mounts Zayda and starts slamming her head down the mat forcefully. She then picks her up still holding on to the hair of Zayda who retaliates by kneeing Jazmin in the gut, but Jazmin still didn't let go off the hair of Zayda and this pist her off, she then takes hold of the hair of Jazmin and both start rolling around the ring like to wild cats. Finally T.C gets them off each other, Zayda then connects with an Inziguiri kick to the face of Jazmin who was distracted by arguing with T.C, she then climbs the middle ropes and awaits for Jazmin to get back up and then nails her with a second rope leaping Tornado DDT. Zayda then covers her but only manages to get a two count.

Ryde Rass: Damn both these girls are kicking the crap out of each other.

David Wright: This is turning out to be a good match.

Zayda now starts to get ticked off so she goes to the outside, but she didn't notice that Jazmin was thinking the same thing as her. They both go outside in opposite conners and get chairs, they come back inside and didn't even notice that each had a chair in their hands. T.C just watches and screams at them to let go off the chair and as they went to swing at each other each one takes a shot to the face knocking each other out cold. T.C has no choice but to disqualify both females of the match.

Jacob DeSanto: This match ends in a DOUBLE DISQUALIFICATION!

Ryde Rass: Well, I guess we have no winner.

David Wright: It looks that way.

Ryde Rass: If they want I can give them a consolation price in my bedroom though..I am such a nice guy.

The scene starts up with a room covered with pictures of a woman, She seemed to admire herself a whole lot with all the pictures she has, and then we find that woman…we see the seductive and lovely Farah Jamison sitting on her office talking on the phone with someone, she has a smile her face as she flips her hair to the back in a seductive manner. Everything about her just oozes sex and she seems like she's not afraid to use her sex appeal to get what she wants.

Farah: I am so late. This is my first show and I'm all ready late Candice, you know that can't be good for business.

Candice: Why were you late?

Farah: I couldn't find the perfect outfit, But I heard from Amaryllis that Star and Amaya were late themselves...so for the first time in history I am the first one getting at least a bit early.

Candice: Well, that is something to celebrate, but the show is going up to plan right?

Farah: Yes..yes Candice, everything is going fine (she pauses). The show will be a major success because Star, Amaya and our fabulous workers will do an amazing job. Oh and of course yours truly has done her fair share of duties.

Candice: Scamming on guys is not a duty though!

Farah: It is to me...

She laughs at this when she hears a knock at the door.

Farah: Come in.

We see Jacob DeSanto entering the room and a smile brushes on the face of Farah. She seems like she can't control herself as she quickly put the phone down without even saying goodbye. Jacob can be shown just standing near the door a bit confused at all of this as he has no clue what Ms. Jamison could be wanting.

Jacob: You wanted to see me Ms. Jamison?

Farah gives him a seductive look and gets up from the table not taking her glance from Jacob, she walks towards him sexily but still remaining distant from him. He looks at her and you could see a little bit of sweat come out of his forehead.

Farah: Jacob..Jacob..Jacob..you don't have to be so formal with me, Well, not when we're by ourselves at least. you can call me Farah..actually since I am your boss I want you to call me that.

Jacob: Ok…Farah. I've heard from various people that you've been looking for me, Is there something wrong?

Farah: Yes, I've been looking for you these past couple of days, but I have not been able to find you..where have you been hiding? Actually your here now and that's all that matters..so tell me Jacob, are you enjoying working for us?

Jacob: I certainly am Ms..I mean Farah.

Farah: I'm glad (She gets a bit closer to him) Because it would tear me apart if you weren't happy with us..I mean it would really really tear me apart.

Jacob: (Getting nervous) Uh..Uh..why is..that?

Farah: Because I went to a lot of trouble in getting you this job, I mean Star and Amaya had other candidates but I stuck my head out for you and did not stop until you were the one (She smiles at him) So please don't let me down tonight Jacob because It would pain me to have too... (She places her hands over his neck seductively and gets closer to his lips) fire you and trust me that is something that I do not want to do.

Jacob: Uh..umm..I promise I wont...

Farah: Ooh I know you wont baby because I have total faith in what you can do (she gets even closer) Really I do.

Jacob: That's great, But I..I really must be getting back to my duties...you know make sure I get this perfect for you and all.

He backs away from Farah and she just smiles at him a little bit.

Farah: You do that.

Jacob returns the smile and was about to walk out the door when he feels Farah taking him by the hand and throwing him hard against the wall. He looks at her confused and was about to say something, but he was cut off when he felt Farah's tongue enter his mouth for a rough yet passionate kiss full of lust and hunger coming mostly from Farah. After Farah broke from the kiss she liked his lips sexily and then wiped her lipstick mark from them. He just stood there still in shock from what happened and didn't even notice when Farah walked out of the room.

Farah: (Laughing) Men!

The slow beginning of Denial begins to play as the lights go down till there is nothing but darkness. As the fans await, the song picks up to its harder side and strobe lights from the entrance way begin to blink rapidly as Ryba makes his way out from the back with a towel hanging over his head, with his eyes blocked and nothing but his nose and mouth visible. He makes a slow walk to the ring as the fans reach out to touch him. He gets to ringside and hops up, placing his one knee on ringside and pushing up with it, standing upright just before he enters through the ropes and makes it to the closest corner, in which he stands up tall and looks out to the crowd, lifting up his towel slightly to gaze out at them. As the song plays and a certain cue is hit, he flips the towel back and plays to the crowd, shouting at them as the strobe light continues to glare off of him and everyone in the arena!

Jacob DeSanto: And his opponent, weighing in on 205lbs, Hailing from Atlanta, Georgia. He is "The Nightmare" Sean Williams!!!

The lights dim as “Money in the Bank” By Lil Scrappy hits the speakers, Nightmare makes his away from behind the curtain taunting to the screaming female and male fans in the audience, he makes his way down the ramp until he reaches the bottom. He turns and points at the curtains and out walks Princess and Mercedes, the cheers get even louder as the two walk down the ramp smiling and waving to the people in the audience, they meet up with Nightmare and accompany him to the ring, Nightmare slides in the ring leaving Mercedes and Princess standing outside. He bounces of each rope as he stares down at Mike Ryba from across the ring.

Ryde Rass: My money is on Mike on this one because he looks Texan and I like chilly!

David Wright: Mike is from Jersey....

Ryde Rass: Mind your business David…shit all ways trying to bring the black man down!

Mike and Nightmare circle each other and then lock up. Amazingly by his size Nightmare manages to get the upper hand and sends Mike towards the corner post. He goes over to work on him and gets a couple of punches to the face as well as some stiff kicks to his abdomen. Nightmare grounds Mike to the floor now and starts to kick him square in the face before picking him up and sending him towards the ropes, Mike is quick though and thinks this over by holding on to the ropes, so as Nightmare waited for him he was met by a running spear by Mike. Nightmare took the shot pretty hard and held on to his ribs. Mike starts to pound him with stiff kicks to his ribs, He then picks him up roughly and nails a perfect Front Face Suplex causing more damage to his ribs.

Ryde Rass: Damn...right in the face!

David Wright: Well, It was meant for the stomach though...

Ryde Rass: Shut Up! All I know that Nightmare is entering his own Nightmare now, But when is Mike taking out the BBQ Sauce?

Nightmare still on the ground gets hit by a running elbow drop from Mike Ryba as well as some hard punches to his face and ribs. He looks like he wants to weaken Nightmare by causing pain toward different parts of his body. Mike now applies the Anaconda Vice on Nightmare who looks to be in a world of pain from it. Princess and Mercedes only stare in a worried matter for their man trying to get the fans to cheer for him. Mike now starts to apply more pressure to the hold as Nightmare can be seen wiggling out from it until he finally manages to escape, He gets to his feet and runs towards the ropes Mike tries to clothesline him down but Nightmare ducks down from it and then executes a perfect Springboard moonsault from the ropes, He goes for the cover...

One...

Two... Mike manages to get his hands up just in time just before the three count was planted.

The Fans start to Cheer on Nightmare and he quickly goes back to work on Ryba nailing a Reverse DDT quickly followed by a German suplex, he sees Mike weakened and decides to climb up on top. He goes for the Swanton Bomb and does it perfectly. Mike crutches to his abdomen and didn't even have time to recuperate when he gets hit with a Five-Star Frog Splash. Nightmare raises his hands trying to get support from the fans and picks up Mike right after. He then sends him to the ropes and nails a flawless Hurricanrana on Mike who crawls out of the ring to catch some air.

Ryde Rass: See if he would have used the BBQ sauce like I said, this right here would not been happening!

David Wright: When will you shut up about that?

Ryde Rass: I'm just saying...

He starts to take a little breather when Nightmare comes flying down with a Moonsault from The top rope causing them both to hit hard. Both men fall down from the impact of the move and T.C Carter starts to count both of out as neither of them were getting to their feet, but eventually Mike manages to gain more streghtn back and sees that Nightmare was still staggering up, So he kicks him right in the jaw before picking Nightmare up and planting him with a Release Tiger strength to the outside floor. Nightmare holds his back in pain and you could hear T.C demanding that both men get back inside the ring.

Ryde Rass: Have you notice that T.C. is one hot Ref?

David Wright: How can you not?

Ryde Rass: Well, it’s just that sometimes I wonder about you Dave!

Finally Mike enters the ring still holding on to Nightmare and who's attempting to fight the stronger Mike Ryba, but Mike just picks him up and nails a T-bone Suplex sending Nightmare crashing to the ground. He kicks him in the face once more and then picks up by his neck, He sends him to the corner post where he nails a Running Clothesline before placing him on the top rope, Nightmare sends some Kick to the face off Mike who staggers backward from the hits, and then seeing this Nightmare leaps toward him but Ryba manages to catch him Mid-air with a Belly to Belly Suplex, Mike goes for the count....

One...

Two...

Thre...no!

Nightmare gets his hands up and Mike looks on in surprise, He was looking for a challange and Nightmare was giving him on all right. Nightmare gets to his feet and Mike tries to go on an attack, But Nightmare moves out of the way and hits an Inziguri Kick to the face of Mike. Mike steps back and Nightmare goes to the top rope and comes back down with a Springboard DDT, Mike looks out of it and Nightmare goes right back on the Attack. To the surprise of the fans he manages to execute a perfect Running Powerbomb on the stronger Mike Ryba who crashed down pretty hard.

Ryde Rass: The Nightmare is back now!

David Wright: He looks to mean business.

Ryde Rass: Hopefully he wont get naked though because that would be a real nightmare.

Nightmare starts to mount on Mike with stiff punches before sending him to the conner post, Nightmare goes right after him with a Running spear to the gut. Mike goes down hard and Nightmare climbs the top and nails a splitlegged Moonsault on the downed Ryba...He goes for the count.

One...

Two...

Mike gets his hand up. Nightmare then starts to hold his face like what should he do next, Mike then starts to get to his feet and goes to punch Nightmare in the face who returns the blow right back, Both men start to have a fist fight now with T.C trying to get them to stop even going as far as threatening them to stop the match. Mike dogs Nightmare to one of the corner posts and Head butts him, He tilts his head back from the impact and Mike goes to hit his "Go To Sleep" Signature move causing Nightmare to go down. He looks like he was passing out from the move, But Nightmare out of nowhere gets hold of the eyes of Mike and gauges him right off the hold. Nightmare catches his breath and quickly gets to his feet...he stares at Mike who was still holding on to his eyes, so Nightmare picks Mike up and executes his finisher "Destruction" (Jackhammer) taking out Mike Ryba. He goes for the cover...

One...

Two…

Three!!!

Nightmare gets off Mike and gets to his feet. Both men fought hard and should be proud of themselves for this one. It was a great start for both of them in their PDW careers.

Ryde Rass: That was one hell of a match boy…

David Wright: It sure was.

All of a sudden the sounds of an AK-47 firing echoes throughout the arena. Once the sound of the AK-47 stops Trued Up begins to blare over the P.A. system.

Mike Ryba: "Yeah I know...you wanted to focus on your career. That is fine, as a matter of fact in the recent months that has been the motto for anyone who has a damned pussy. But that is fine...I don't blame you for that. I figured when I said I support you in whatever you do...that you would actually know I would support you in whatever you did. You act like im too poor to fly to Japan. I have too much money for my liking...but whatever. I wish you the best."

The clip rewinds and replays a small portion.

Mike Ryba: "You act like I’m too poor to fly to Japan. I have too much money for my liking."

The clip rewinds once again and replays a small portion.

Mike Ryba: "I have too much money for my liking."

The clip now ends and we cut backstage where we see only a pair of blue chucks, the camera slowly pans up revealing a pair of khaki pants and up more to reveal the torso of a man wearing a white t-shirt a platinum watch and a platinum chain. The camera finally makes it all the way up the mans body to reveal the mans face, its the newly signed PDW superstar Kurupt Loc with a million dollar smile on his face, the blue diamonds in his grill are practically blinding.

Kurupt Loc: WHAT UP PHILLY!?

The crowd marks out for the cheep pop, but quickly follows it up with boos as Kurupt Loc makes a "jerking off" motion with his hand.

Kurupt Loc: Man fuck the East Coast, WESTSIDE FOR LIFE!!!!!

Kurupt Loc throws up the westside sign and gets huge heat as just about every fan in the building boos at the top of their lungs.

Kurupt Loc: Man I can't believe these PDW muthas fuckas got me out here but what can I say money talks and you better believe the Loc's contract is NIIIIIIICE!!!! And while I’m on the subject of money Mike Ryba I was channel surfin and I happened to catch your promo on TV. At like 4am with the rest of the bullshit they got on at that time and at first I thought the weed was gettin the better of me but no matter how many times I hit rewind on the Tivo I kept hearing the same shit. "I have too much money for my liking". You got too much money for your liking? Well that's all you had to say man, being the type of guy I am, I’m bout to help you out with that problem.

Kurupt Loc turns around to the white door behind him that reads Mike Ryba on it and kicks it in, the door swings inward and makes a loud SMACK!!!! As it slams up against the wall. Kurupt Loc walks into the room and heads straight for the black gym bag sitting on the floor, he unzips it and starts rummaging through it. A smile once again stretches across his face as he pulls a large wad of money from the bag and looks into the camera.

More Boos from the Philly crowd.

Kurupt Loc: Anyway I’m bout to hit the clubs so if any of ya'll fine ladies out there see me chillin at the bar later holla at the Loc, drinks are on Ryba tonight.

The camera cuts back to ringside where David Wright and Ryde Rass sit with puzzled expressions.

David Wright: Who the hell was that and what was that about?

Ryde Rass: He just jacked Mike Ryba! That’s what that was about. BALLIN’!

The scene cuts to a commercial.

Latrisha is seen backstage earlier in the day. She's clad in a red silk blouse, a black pencil skirt, black stockings and stiletto's with a big smile on her face. She walks through the hallway holding a black briefcase in her hand. Her manager Bradley Angeles, who's dressed in his usual black Armani suit, is right beside her. The two approach the room labeled "Latrisha Lamarte" in red bold font, located in the dressing room section of backstage. Bradley is the first to venture in, flicking on the light switch near the door. Immediately, he gives a small smirk, as does Latrisha when she observes the room.

Latrisha: Looks like my contract demands were heard eh?

Bradley: You are one of their potential headliners, so it's not like it's money ill spent.

The room is indeed a bit lavish with a flat screen television, a black leather couch, a full bathroom, a mini refrigerator and other essential things Latrisha needed to get prepped for a match. Bradley walked over to the vanity mirror in the far right of the room, and began his usual critiques. If he wasn’t happy with something then that meant his client wasn’t happy, and that was simply unacceptable. Latrisha placed her briefcase on the couch, and grabbed a carrot off the hors d'œuvre’s plate that was sitting on the oval glass table.

Latrisha: I’m so happy I sealed the deal with Samantha today. I'll still have a say in The Hive, but now I'm not so overwhelmed with the business aspect of it. I'm more of the head trainer then anything else, which is what I originally wanted. I can’t wait to bring Jeremy and Matthew on tour next week, they’ll just love it.

Bradley: Mmhmm.

Bradley murmured as he continued to inspect every inch of the room, nonchalantly ignoring her.

Latrisha: Not that I’m bringing them every week, I mean. They’re only under a year old. It just be nice to have them here, so their mommy can see them. Right?

Bradley: ....

Latrisha: Bradley?....Bradley?....

Bradley: ...?

Latrisha: DAMNIT!

Bradley: Oh, uh-huh, yeah. What is it?

Latrisha shook her head and frowned.

Latrisha: I’m your client! Pay attention to me! MEEEE!! I want attention!

Bradley smirked behind her back. Being the sadist he was, he got a sick sense of satisfaction out of hearing her whine. Yes, a good manager indeed.

Bradley: I’m sorry, come again?

Latrisha: ....I’m going to get dressed and then spar with my fitness coach! So don’t bother me!

Before she could stomp off, Bradley raised an eyebrow and sucked his teeth.

Bradley: There’s a spot, on this wall. It’s visible, too. Kind of ruins this entire area. I don't like it.

Latrisha shot a look of surprise his way. How could this happen? Her room wasn’t... perfect!? Bradley grabbed his cell phone out his pocket.

Bradley: Yes, this is Bradley Angeles manager of Latrisha Lamarte. There’s a problem with the dressing room... A spot on the wall.... Mmhmmm.... That’s nice but, this isn’t appeasing to my client. I’d like a new room to be ready within the hour... Yes, an hour... No I'm not joking. Until then we’ll reside here.

Bradley hung up the phone and pushed his glassed towards his face.

Bradley: Don’t worry Latrisha. If they don’t provide you with a proper room I’ll sue PDW for all its worth and run those bitches into generations of debt.

He spoke in an apathetic tone, as if causing people misery meant nothing to him. Latrisha crossed her hands over her chest and touched her chin with her right hand.

Latrisha: You know Bradley.... You...can be really scary sometimes...It’s just a spot...

Michael Mercer is stretching out backstage in the locker room hallway. He hops up and down a bit to shake his legs out some, and rotates his neck a bit; already in his wrestling attire, he seems ready for business.

Savon Sem: Michael! Hey, Michael!

Behind Michael, approaches Savon Sem, mic in hand. Michael stops his stretching out to turn and face the interview, a confident smirk on his face.

Michael Mercer: Hey, babycakes, what can I do for ya?

Savon mouths the word 'babycakes' to herself and takes a moment to collect herself, as if wondering whether to question his pet name or not, before she shrugs it off.

Savon Sem: I was hoping to get a few words with you before your match with Annabelle Lee tonight.

Michael Mercer: Ya got good timin', don't ya? My match is in a few minutes isn't it?

Savon Sem: I think so.. I'm sorry for the short notice, but anything you had to say about your match would be great.

Michael yawns slightly, and shakes his head.

Michael Mercer: I dunno. Whadda ya want me to say? Annabelle Lee better take her vitamins and say her prayers 'cause a shit storm's about to come down on her in that ring tonight? That's too easy. Ironically enough, I'm sorta at a loss for words, really.

Savon Sem: You're not at all put off about fighting a woman?

Michael Mercer: I dunno if put off would be the right term, but it's weird. Then again hey, I've been in the business for a looong time. I've been through weirder booking than this. I gotta say it's tough fightin' a woman, because their feet are smaller which makes it easier for them to nutkick ya, and some of those girls smell really bad. Especially the butch lesbian types.

Savon Sem: . . .

Michael seems to be unfazed by the fact that he seems to have broken Savon Sem, and keeps going.

Michael Mercer: But do I have a problem with hittin' one? I guess, a little bit. The moral value always comes into play, I dunno why. Most matches with me fightin' a woman usually do end up with me beatin' their asses regardless, but it's tough. I hate goin' out there an' havin' to be Michael 'Womanbeater' Mercer for a night, y'know? But no matter what, it's somethin' I gotta deal with and push aside if I wanna win. And trust me, I wanna win tonight, Savon. And I will.

Savon still seems somewhat speechless, but she manages to squeak out a few more words.

Savon Sem: ...is that all?

Michael thinks for a second.

Michael Mercer: ...oh. One more thing. Annabelle said she has an iron vagina? Well y'know somethin'? An iron vagina ain't got shit on a kryptonite cock. Time to lay another one ta rest, Savon, I'll catch ya later.

Michael walks off, murmuring some sort of prayer as he does, and Savon just stands there, shaking her head as the scene fades.

Jacob DeSanto: And now ladies and gentlemen, coming to the ring all the way from The Bronx, New York and weighing in at 221lbs…..Michael Mercer.

The heavy hitting guitar riffs to 'Laid To Rest' by Lamb of God hit the PA system. The lights go out as the beginning lyrics are softly spoken behind the relentless music backing it up.

Soon, a single spotlight cuts through the darkness and appears in the middle of the crowd; amongst screaming fans stands Michael Mercer, shouting and chanting along with them with his arms raised high. He practically moshes his way past people in the audience as people reach in to slap fives with him and pat him on the back, green and blue strobe lights soon filtering through the darkness as well.

Michael reaches the security barricade as the spotlight continues following him. He hops up onto it, standing atop of it and posing for the crowd. A cheesy grin flashes on his face as he soon drops down and turns to lean back against the barricade and into the crowd once more. A look of confidence is etched on his face as he nods his head to the music.

Michael breaks from the barricade and takes a couple running steps before leaping onto the ring apron. He enters the ring through the middle and top ropes and turns to the closest corner, scaling the second turnbuckle and raising his arms high.

Smirking, Michael peels off his tee shirt and flings it into the crowd, before turning and hopping from the turnbuckle. The lights return to normal as he leans back in his corner, rotating his neck a bit as he waits for his music to fade.

David Wright: That was a long entrance…..

Ryde Rass: [Snoring sounds] Huh...what? It’s over? What did I miss?

David Wright: Just ten minutes of Michael Mercer making his debut.

Ryde Rass: Damn! That’s it! It felt like an hour to me.

David Wright: You should slow down with, you know…the drinking.

Ryde Rass: [Pulls out a silver flask] David this right here works wonders…you should try some.

David Wright: uh…no thanks?

Ryde Rass: I wasn’t gon’ give you none anyways, fool.

Jacob DeSanto: Facing him tonight, coming from not so from here being New York, New York….weighing at 163lbs….the lovely Annabelle Lee!

"Magdalena" by A Perfect Circle" begins, the slow and methodic tone sets the devious yet sexual mood Anna represents. Through a white paper wall her silhouette is seen, she poses a bit, before stepping through after a few seconds dressed in a black leather Victorian corset, denim short shorts, black elbow/knee pads and of course a pair of worn out black wrestling boots. She stands at the top of the stage for a moment, she then removes a pair of black sparring gloves from her back pocket and begins sliding them onto each hand as she ascends down the ramp towards the ring. She climbs up the steps, runs her hand down her torso starting at her breasts down to her backside. Cameras flash, she steps into the ring and begins stretching and shadow boxing as Michael watches.

Ryde Rass: Oh shhhhiiiiiiiiiit. That will be my other baby momma right there!

David Wright: She’s very lovely.

Ryde Rass: I want to give her a thousand of my kids!

David Wright: A thousand?

Ryde Rass: Right on her face…

David Wright: Ew.

Annabelle gives Michael a seductive look. Michael stares her down looking a little bit reluctant to hit her first. Annabelle walks right to him and smacks him across his face. Michael grabs his cheek and massages it with his hand chuckling. Annabelle has a stern look on her face as she punches him in the face twice. Michael steps back and she punches him in his stomach, making him bend over. Annabelle does a Hurricanrana cartwheel with 180 reversal. Minutes later Mercer is on the floor face down. Annabelle smiles as she is pleased with taking him down. She immediately goes over to him and kicks him down every time he tries to get back up. Annabelle brings her elbow down hard right between his shoulder blades. She wastes no time lifting him up and throwing him into the corner. Anabelle holds onto the ropes and starts laying boots on Michael's midsections. She then use her elbow to smack him right in the nose and steps out of the way to allow Michael to fall back down face first on the mat.

Ryde Rass: Damn, she can get rough with like that.

David Wright: Um…Ryde?

Ryde Rass: What the hell you want Dave? You are ruining my concentration here.

David Wright: Um…all you’ve been concentrating on is sex.

Ryde Rass: And…what the hell is you’re point?

David Wright: Right…well this is wrestling.

Ryde Rass: Again….DDDDAVVVE. [Looks at him with a crazy glare] What the hell is you’re point?

David Wright: Uh…uh…nevermind.

She pushes him a little closer to the center of the ring and Annabelle climbs on the turnbuckle and does a corkscrew in the air before attempting an elbow drop. Mercer rolls out of the way and Annabelle misses her target completely. Mercer stands on his feet. Now he is provoked. Chivalry flies out the window and he begins to take everything very seriously. Mercer grabs Annabelle and she battles back with several fists to his head. Annabelle goes to knee him in the gut and Mercer lifts her to perform the German Suplex consecutively three times. He succeeds as he slams her down the final time. Mercer picks her up once more and throws her to the other side of the ring. He wastes no time and climbs on the turnbuckle and executes a Top Rope Elbow drop. Seeing that he succeeded he goes for the pin.

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Two…

Annabelle gets a shoulder up. It’s still not a done deal. T.C/ Paine breaks them up and Annabelle stands in front of Mercer trying to catch her breath. Once T.C. steps back Annabelle runs towards him and boots him right in the stomach. She then uses what strength she has to lift Merver up and bring him back down with a power slam. The crowd has a major reaction as the “ohhhhhhhh” linger in the air of the arena. Annabelle is not going down without a fight. She continues towards him. She goes for another punch to the face but Mercer grabs it and twists her arm. She squeals in pain. Annabelle manages to get around him and applies a strong dragon sleeper hold to him. Michael Mercer yells out in agony as T.C. stays close. His eyes slowly begin to close and Annabelle refuses to let up. She suddenly drops him to the mat as if he is nothing and kisses two of her fingers, raising them in the air. Annabelle executes a legdrop onto Michael and stays on top of him for a cover. T.C. immediately starts the count.

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Two...

Thre...

Mercer gets the shoulder up at the last minute and Annabelle huffs with a roll of her eyes. She gets up, pulling Mercer with her and DDT's him back down to the mat. Annabelle lifts him up once again and throws Michael into the ropes. He sails back and she floors him with a headscissors takedown. Annabelle doesn't let up as she gets to her feet once again and takes Michael with her. She sets him up for a sidewalk slam and then drives him right into the canvas. The fans give a mixed reaction to the happenings in the ring while Annabelle boasts about the way she's handling her opponent. She stands up and goes for the ropes, bouncing off and landing on Michael with a springboard elbow drop. Again, Annabelle goes for the three count, this time hooking his leg.

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Two...

David Wright: Michael saves himself once again.

Ryde Rass: Yeah, it’s bad enough he doesn’t wana face a woman. Being beat by one would be even worse!

When he kicks out Annabelle screams in frustration. She snatches Michael up by the hair and tosses him into the ropes yet again. Mercer returns and surprises her with an Asai DDT. With Annabelle down, he finally takes a moment to gather himself as a result of the beating she put on him. Seeing that he has no choice but to give this girl all he has, Michael goes for Annabelle and retrieves her from the floor. Holding onto her arm, he gives her a few forearms to the head before flattening her with a snap suplex. He then bounces off the second rope and lands across her with a lionsault. With her still down, he goes to the corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. Mercer flies into the air and Annabelle attempts to move out of the way but she is too late. He connects with a vicious elbow drop and still doesn't let up. Mercer gets to his feet and grabs Annabelle up with him. He wraps her arm around her and clutches Annabelle in a belly to belly suplex, flipping her over causing him to complete the Northern Light suplex and quickly goes for the pin.

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Two…

Three!

Jacob DeSanto: And the winner of this match....MICHAEL MERCER!!!

Mercer catches his breath a bit. The crowd is chanting his name over and over. He looks around a bit at the crowd and gives them a little salute for acknowledgement. More cheers and claps rises throughout the arena. Mercer slides out of the ring and continues to exit.

The video screen lights up showing none other than Ashleigh Collins in action. It shows her hitting moonsaults and her "You make Me Sick" Super kick on various people while in other shots her holding her various titles while Trapt's Stand Up plays. Finally we see Jason Royal emerge from the back with a cocky grin as her motions towards the back. As Stand Up is yelled Ashleigh comes running from the back and jumps landing in the middle of the entrance as purple fireworks explode on the side of the stage. Jason nods in approval as Ashleigh & Jason make their way down the ramp. Jason climbs up the ring steps and into the ring. Ashleigh jumps up on the apron and throws herself back whole grabbing the top rope as Stand Up is yelling out again causing silver glitter to shoot from the ring post. She catapults herself over the top rope landing in the middle of the ring. Her hand is raised by Jason as Ashleigh blows a few kisses to the crowd. Finally the music fades as Jason climb out of the ring and Ashleigh leans against the ropes waiting for the match to start.

Jacob DeSanto: And her opponent, Hailing from Eagle Rock, California, weighing in at 224 pounds. Please welcome...JULIAN DARK!!!

"Take Me" by Papa Roach explodes through the P.A. System as multicolored pyro shoots up from the stage. The smoke from the pyro is so thick that it can't be seen through. However, as it begins to clear, the outline of Julian Dark can be seen. He waits a few minutes, listening to the fans, feeding off the energy they have created. Then he steps out of the smoke and raises his head, locking his sights on the ring. He makes his way down, drawing in the noise of the crowd and a small smile shows through his tough demeanor. He jumps onto the apron, grabs the top rope, and flips into the ring.

Ryde Rass: Why does everybody wanna be flippin’ into the ring? Be original, people! Get lowered down by helicopter or something! Get shot out a real cannon! Fuck this flippin’!

David Wright: Ryde, regardless of Julian’s entrance I think this will be a great match up.

Ryde Rass: I know that Ashleigh’s a hot little one but that bitch is massive.

David Wright: Yeah, at 6’2” Ashleigh is quite the Amazon.

Ashleigh from her corner ropes looks at Julian who was just warming up a bit inside the ring. She smiles widely and goes over to the T.C Paine, Julian does the same and this sets off a mutual glance toward each other. Both wanting to prove that they are better than one another. Julian looks at her not really knowing what to expect because he has made it known he never intended to fight females, But the fact of the matter is that PDW is full of them...like it or not. Ashleigh finally decides to start the match and plants Julian with her signature "Say What?" slap to the right of his face with her hand print staying right in there. He shakes his head and looks at her furiously, but all she does is slap him once again setting him off to push her to the ground.

Ryde Rass: Just like a bitch to bitch slap. This is a wrestling match, Ashleigh. Did you know that?

David Wright: Give her a break, R2. The match has barely started.

You could hear Jason from the outside yelling obscenities to Julian who just shakes those comments right off. Julian after he got distracted by Jason then goes to look over to Ashleigh, but finds that she was missing he turns around to the other way and just as he looks up he gets knocked over by a Missile drop-kick from the top rope, Ashleigh raises her hand with approval and then quickly goes over to mount on Julian. She gets him with punches to the face and some to his stomach before picking him up off the ground, she swings him towards the rope and then nails him with a drop-kick to his face. Julian decides to take a breather and heads out to the outside. He didn't really expect that from a female at all. Ashleigh was showing just how good she could be, and she was just getting started.

As Julian lets some air inside his lungs once again Jason goes over to give him some of his useful words, But Julian has had enough of him and quickly disposes of him by knocking his ass out with "Falling Darkness" (super kick) to his face. You could look at Ashleigh now getting upset over this and then out of no where you see her diving off the ropes, but Julian saw this coming and catches her mid air, she starts screaming to put her down which he does by nailing her with Samoan drop to the ground floor. T.C can now be heard telling them to get back inside the ring, but Julian was too busy enjoying beating Ashleigh, He hits her with a Snap DDT, followed by some kicks to her abdomen, Ashleigh looks to be in pain and this causes Julian to feel a bit bad for it so he goes to check on her, but Ashleigh wants none of that and just spits at his face infuriating him, Julian then quickly picks her up and throws her back inside the ring.

Ryde Rass: Oh hell naw! She just spit in his face? What kinda…whoop her ass, Julian!

David Wright: Ashleigh’s taking a beating in there. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Ryde Rass: So you think its okay to spit in someone’s face that way?

David Wright: Well…

Ryde Rass: I’m not even trying to hear it.

Ashleigh crawls to the ropes and uses them to get her body up, Julian looks like he's out hunting for his pray and circles her, Ashleigh turns around and sees him coming toward her, but didn't get enough time to move out of the way and gets splashed on the ropes, she falls to the ground holding her abs from the pain. Julian then picks her up by her hair and nails her with a Double-arm DDT. He goes for the cover and T.C starts the count.

One…

Two…

Thre...NO!

Ashleigh gets her hand up just barely, Julian looks like he can't believe it and then goes over to the top rope to end this. He climbs to the top "Darkness sets in" (shooting star press) but Ashleigh gets out of the way this time, She holds the side of her head still feeling the pain from that DDT, but she knows she has no time to waste because Julian would recuperate at any moment, so she goes on top of the ropes and nails him with her signature "Gettin Dirty" Swanton bomb followed by a legdrop to his neck. Julian looks to be in pain but can't catch a breath as Ashleigh mounts him in with stiff punches to the face and some slaps. She then starts to gauge his eyes causing T.C to try and get her to stop, but Ashleigh looks upset over what Julian did to her throughout the match. Ash picks him up and throws him to the corner post, she then sets him up the top rope where she connects with a "Cherry Bomb" Frankenstiner, Julian grabs his back in pain and again can't get to recuperate as Ashleigh goes back to work on him by applying a choke hold.

Then as T.C was checking up on Julian who seemed to be falling asleep from the pressure of the hold…"Maneater" by Nelly Furtado blasts with the crowd getting to their feet looking over to the ramp.

David Wright: Whoa, is that who I think it is?

Ryde Rass: I sure as hell hope so!

David Wright: One of our co-owners, Farah Jamison!

The song plays loud and clear and with boos and different chants for the self-proclaimed "Glam Queen" of the world. Farah steps out from the curtains looking over to the ring. Ashleigh looks confused and leaves Julian unattended not knowing what brought the boss out in the first place. Julian takes this opportunity that Ashleigh got distracted and goes on top. He waits for her to turn around and when she does he dives in with a Dragonrana! T.C goes for the count

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Ashleigh once again raises her hand before the three count. The camera zooms in again to Farah who got closer to the ring this time, but still nobody has an idea what has brought her out in the first place. Julian himself didn't know what to think about it and as he glances over her, Farah responds with sending him a wink and a kiss causing him to get taken back a bit.

Ryde Rass: What the hell? Why is that fine boss of ours blowing kisses at that scrub?

David Wright: We have three fine bosses, Ryde.

Ryde Rass: You right. But this one got the finest booty!

Julian decides to get back into his match and picks up Ashleigh by her hair and nails her with the Sliced Bread #2 quickly followed by a Tornado DDT knocking Ashleigh out cold. Julian goes for the cover but his plans quickly end when Jason gets up on the ring and starts distracting T.C. Julian goes over to him and starts telling him to get the fuck off as well. This distraction allows Ashleigh to the corner for some air giving her time to recuperate a bit. Farah looks to have had enough with Jason causing a disturbance on this match and takes matters into her own hands by taking Jason by the leg and knocking him off the ring, Julian sends her a smile and goes back to the match and just as he turns around Ashleigh nails him with a Enziguri Kick to the side of his head. Ashleigh goes to the outside to check on Jason, she then sends Farah a look of hatred before walking to her and getting on her face, but Farah just rolls her eyes and tells her to get back to her match. She takes this advice and starts to climb the ring as Julian was still on the ground, She takes the ropes and nails another "Gettin Dirty" Swanton Bomb. Ashleigh gets to her feet and looks to be setting up Julian with her "You Make Me Sick" Super Kick to the face. Julian starts to stagger to his feet by using the ropes for help, Ashleigh smiles and awaits for him to turn around to execute her move, but as she does he Julian moves out of the way. Ashleigh quickly goes back to Julian but he all ready had her by the hair and quickly swang her to the ropes, he walks over to her and gets some uppercuts to the face as well as some knees to her gut.

Ryde Rass: Looks like my boy is gonna win this shit!

David Wright: Why is he your boy?

Ryde Rass: Cause I'm sure if I go on his side I'll get in to his strip club for free..Yeah get her Julian!

Julian collides with another uppercut and some stiff left jabs to her face, He seemed to have let go of all this "I don't fight girls crap" and found out that Ashleigh is just as tough as any man. He sends her over to the other conner post and then hits a running splash on to Ashleigh, She looked to be in a lot of pain by now and Julian knew it, So he tries to place her on the tope, but Ashleigh slapes him in the face of Ashleigh and then scratches Julian in the eye. He steps back from that and she continues her attack by kicking him in the gut before getting on the second ropes. She leaps to him and beautifully nails a Twisting DDT...She covers him...

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Two…

Julian raises his hands just in time, Ashleigh and Julian seem to be exhausted from all the physicality and both take their time getting to their feet this time. Farah can be shown now watching from the outside looking over what's going on. She seems to be worried to what's happening to Julian, but nobody knows exactly why she is though. Back to the match, Ashleigh and Julian are now in the feet with Ashleigh locking up with Julian who pushes her down, She gets right back up and goes back to work of Julian managing to get him in a corner. Jason takes this opportunity to take hold off his foot and hold on it, Farah sees this and starts yelling at T.C To pay attention to what’s going on. Julian who was still in the grasp of Jason finally manages to get himself free by Kicking Jason in the face just in time to move out of the way from a corner post splash from Ashleigh, He then takes her head and goes for a Reverse DDT and nails it perfectly, He gets to his feet to end the match with his own finisher "Darkness Sets In" Standing Shooting star pressed, but as he goes to hit it Jason takes hold of his legs once again strappling him from moving, Farah gets herself involved as well by finally taking out Jason out of the match, He shoves her down and she gets up from the ground looking pissed at it.

Ryde Rass: Mother fucker...RUN..RUN!

David Wright: He got the boss mad now.

Farah smiles from the ground and gets herself to her feet and gives him a smile, He gets confused at this, but then gets hit right in the groin by Farah's "Devils Wears Gucci" move taking him out of the match, T.C goes to the outside to get some order going and wasn't paying attention to what was going on inside. Back to Julian who was watching what was going on didn't realize that Ashleigh had gotten off the ground, she delivers a slap to the face of Julian and goes for a super plex, But Julian kicks her down as she lands in the other side Julian then goes to her and takes her by the hair but Ashleigh manages to Low blow him. She gets to her feet and T.C has now gotten inside the ring, but didn't see the low blow from Ashleigh...she goes for a small package rollup, but Julian kicks out of it...she goes for another cover again, and this time puts her legs on the ropes...

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THREE!!!

Ryde Rass: Damn...the bitch won. I guess that means no free ticket to that strip club!

David Wright: What a way to win though, I think Julian should be proud of himself though because he wasn't giving up so easily that Ashleigh had to resort to cheating to beat him.

Ashleigh rolls out of the ring and picks up Jason, she gives Farah an evil glare who sends her the same stare as well and then takes off with her husband. Farah now climbs the ropes and gets inside the ring toward Julian who was getting up from the floor, he goes to a corner and covers his head from the tough match he just had and then gets to feel Farah raising his hands up the air, and waving to the fans as if Julian just won the match, He looks at her confused and she just claps at him.

David Wright: I think Farah has a thing for Julian.

Ryde Rass: She also has a thing for our boy Jacob...that girl gets more play than the entire NBA!

David Wright: Don't let her hear you say that or you'll be fired.

The scene is backstage as it shows London a bit calm and a bit freaked out about his debut match. Fifty-Fifty, would be the best way to balance it out. London, sliding slowly on the wall, as he shows a look of fear, as he stops, smacking the side of his face, to clear the cobwebs.

Kindred: Wake the hell up ... this chick is nothing ... Stop stressing, K-Lo!

He looked at himself, and around him, as he passed a few rooms. Some doors are open, and some are closed up or such. He stops grasping the wall, as he flexes his shoulder, shaking it off.

Kindred: Just be cool .... beat this chick down and send her back to the 'zombie pit' ...

London brushed his cornrolls back, as he shook his head, getting himself together, before he headed out to the ring. He only had three good minutes to make sure everything was straight. He knew tonight, he'd go in there for his first time in the PDW ring, intending to make one hell of an impact.

Jacob DeSanto: Ladies and Gentleman……Coming from Knockemstiff, Ohio....weighing in at 141lbs....TRRRRRRRRRRRRRISSSSSHA SMMMMITTTHHH!

David Wright: Wow, that’s uh…a lot of makeup.

Ryde Rass: What the…I thought we only had hot bitches walking around. I don’t even know what to call that…that.

David Wright: Well…at least she matches.

Ryde Rass: Dave, you don’t get good pussy often do you?

Trisha goes down to the ring, Everyone around her looks scared to death as she climbs up the steel stairs and climbs into the ring. She raises her head in the air and then smiles sweetly as a spark of lightning hits the four sides of the ring post and then she smiles getting ready for her opponent.

Jacob DeSanto: Now coming to the ring is her opponent…Weighing at 228lbs....KKKKINNNDRREDDDD LONNNNNDDDON!

Over the speakers:

The World Is Yours.

Live it. Love it. Enjoy!

Xtreme Productions Proudly Brings To You...

PDW's Prodigal Son

>> Kindred London <<

The lights flicker wildly, as the fans yell out of their seats at what is the appearance of PDW's own, Kindred London. The fans go wild as they see the arena lights go out, leaving the pyros to make up for the light, as it blazes up in blue and white colors. Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! Roll out! London comes up on the entrance ramp as he tosses his fist with the crowd cheering on. Being he is the fan's favorite. He loves the attention. He grabs it, as he runs with it into the ring, with a sprint, as the fireworks sprout.

London jumps on the second turnbuckle as he smiles and laugh at the scene. Camera's flash thousands of times, as London adheres all of it. He turns his attention to the middle of the ring, as he looks directly at Trisha Smith.

David Wright: Oh wow, now that guy is buff.

Ryde Rass: And now that sounds gay. The boy can’t whoop me.

David Wright: I wouldn’t be so sure, Ryde.

Ryde Rass: What are you trying to say, home body?

David Wright: Huh?...uh…nothing just giving my opinion.

Ryde Rass: How bout you just shut that big hole in your face you call your mouth! [Mumbles]…not so sure. Hmmph.

Trisha and Kindred circle around each other giving each other a mean glare. Trisha is the first one to make a move as she chargers at him, full speed. Kindred moves out of the way and Trisha bounces against the ropes and pulls a neck drop clothesline sending Kindred to the floor. Trisha quickly climbs the ropes and attempts the top rope rocker drop but before her feet could hit the ground Kindred rolls away hopping back onto his feet. Trisha, now with an enraged look in her face, runs towards him and performs a Hurricanrana but Kindred stops her move and slams her down with a rotating tombstone piled driver. He then quickly mounts her getting some left jabs before picking her up by one arm, she tries to break free from his grasp by elbowing him the face but he puts a stop to that by kicking her in the midsection and then sending her towards the ropes, she comes back and attempts a leg scissors takedown, but Kindred takes both her legs and drops her face first into the ground. Trish crashes hard and holds her face.

David Wright and Ryde Rass: Damn!

Kindred picks Trisha back up into the air and perform a Full Nelson slam back onto the mat. Kindred then picks her over his shoulders and hits a perfect Death Valley driver drop on Trisha leaving her straddling the floor in pain. He then picks her up by the hair forcefully and sends her crashing to the other side of the ring, He charges and hits her with a knee to the gut followed by an uppercut to her face. Trisha takes her head in pain and falls to the ground. He then takes her hair and places himself in the second rope then leaps from it hitting a Bulldog..Trisha tries to get out of dodge now from all the punishment. He takes her by the hair now and connects with some punches on her face then followed by a stiff kick in her abdomen region, she goes down to her knees holding on her midsection, but then is met with a running knee to her face. Trisha holds his face now and could see some blood pouring out of her lips. Kindred circles around her before picking her up by her clothes.

Ryde Rass: I hope he gets her naked!

David Wright: Would you pay attention to the match...

Trisha tries to break free once again now, But Kindred elbows her and then connects with Suplex. Trisha holds her back in pain and Kindred goes back to work on her, He takes hold of her legs but she manages to kick him square in the side of his face. Trisha gets up now and connects with a Spiked DDT on Kindred. He rolls out of the ring from the impact to his face, Trisha then takes a few breaths before getting a look of determination. She looks to the outside and sees Kindred looking down catching his breath, So she takes this as an opportunity and leaps from the middle of the top rope with a Suicide Plancha on Kindred. Trisha gets to her feet first and the crowd yells in approval liking what they see. She then rolls him inside the ring and attempts a Tope Con Telo (Somersault Plancha) But Kindred rolls out of the way…Kindred then goes for the pin.

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Two...

Trisha surprising enough, kicks outs. She elbows Kindred in the face and he staggers backward. Trisha grabs the ropes and pulls herself up. Kindred moves quickly towards her. Trisha turns around and hoists her body against the ropes slamming both feet against Kindred sending him backwards on. Kindred doubles over as he tries to catch his breath. Trisha climbs onto the turn buckle and jumps off toward Kindred performing a scissor kick. Kindred lies face down on the mat but takes seconds to get up. Trisha goes again for a Hurricana and succeeds bringing Kindred back down but can’t seem to get the arm bar, she goes for the pin anyways.

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Two...

Kindred struggles but gets a shoulder up. While she is on top of him, Kindred raises his body and hooks his arm underneath her flipping her over on the mat. He charges her and kicks her right in the gut and nails with an Implant DDT, She looks lifeless and Kindred enjoys this..he climbs the second rope and connects on her neck with a Legdrop followed by a running elbow drop on her now hurting neck. He takes her nearly lifeless body and connects with another Implant DDT followed by a Gutwrench Back-breaker, Trisha looks knocked out cold now, But Kindred is still taking his time. He once again picks her up and places her in the top rope, He goes on top himself, But Trisha pushes him down to the floor, Kindred looks at her with rage in his eyes and goes back again, But She kicks him in the face twice before leaping on to him. Kindred though saw this coming and managed to grab her mid air, She screamed to be put down and then he connects with a Flapjack facebuster on Trisha. Kindred gets up now and grabs her body executing his finisher “Breaking the law”.

David Wright: Oh wow…that has to hurt.

Ryde Rass: He’s doing what a man needs to do and put a ho in check.

David Wright: In check? What does that mean?

Ryde Rass: You never put a woman in check?

David Wright: I wrote a check to a woman.

Ryde Rass: [Shakes his head] Just shut it Dave…Just shut it.

Trisha lays on the floor lifeless and Kindred holds her down for the pin.

One...

Two...

Three!!!

Jacob DeSanto: And your winner is Kindred London!

Kindred smiles “Ante Up" M.O.P blares out of the speakers through out the arena once again. Kindred becomes the good sport and helps Trisha back onto her feet. Trisha nods to him with a disappointed look on her face. She then exits the ring and heads up the ramp as green and Gold strobe lights blink rapidly as the song “Money Maker” by Ludacris blares throughout the whole arena.

Amaya: What it is everyone?!?!?!?! Everyone one enjoying the show?

Cheers and boos.

Amaya: Well I just came out to say what’s really good. For those of you who don’t know me. I’m Amaya, the most Notorious motherfucker to step in this arena! Amaya paces the ring addressing everyone.

Amaya: It’s been an honor that I’m running this business with my girls Star and Farah. I’m sure all of you have seen them already. If you have you already know we ain’t the ones to be messed with!

One screen lights up with the picture of Amaya, Star and Farah. And then underneath is a picture of the Platinum Dynasty belt. Kindred immediately looks up at it and smiles.

Amaya: That right there ladies and gentlemen is why we are here! As you know we are splitting up our superstars into three to hustler their way to get this magnificent belt!

Amaya pauses and smiles.

Amaya: I will be watching all of these competitors and soon me and my girls will be picking our superstars. So I will advice you to be on your P’s and Q’s people! This is not a joke and ya’ll better take this shit seriously! One I pick you, you will be representin’ my side! And I got that keen eye for who’s the best.

The crowd cheers and boos again.

Amaya: The first superstar I’m picking tonight…..

Amaya looks at the screen. The screen scrambles pictures of the roster rapidly for twenty seconds. Finally a large bell sounds off and a picture of Kindred’s face smiles across the screen.

Amaya: …is Kindred London. Congrats hommie! You are my first choice!

The crowd chants out Kindred’s name and cheers while he stands there smiling. Amaya gives him a friendly pound as the crowd cheers.

Amaya: I will be looking out for the others. Until next time kids….

Amaya hands the mic back to Jacob who smiles nicely to her. The crowd continues to cheer and boo her as she exits the ring with Kindred.

At the entrance of the arena interviewer Savon Sems stands alone, shivering at the cold weather and glancing down the road everything now and then. She has a somewhat unnerved presence about her as she stands there looking a bit baffled. Soon, a shiny black stretch hummer pulls up. The crowd that had been in front of the arena was long since gone. The driver steps out of the vehicle and goes to the back of the car where he opens the door and out steps The Glittering Goddess herself, late as all hell. Star tips her Gucci shades (yes, shades at night) and looks over them at Savon. She then takes them off of her face and looks at the young interviewer.

Savon Sem: Miss Star! Hey! I came out here as soon as you called and told me to. What is it you wanted to see me about?

Star smiles sweetly and puts her arm around Savon. She begins leading her toward the door and inside of the arena.

Star: I’m a little tardy but…yeah. Thanks for coming out here, sweetie. I appreciate that. You’ve been doing a good job so far.

Savon Sem: [Smiling brightly]Really?

Star: Of course. I think I made a wise decision in hiring you. And I’d like you to stick around but that’s entirely up to you.

A look of panic slowly makes its way across Savon’s face. She looks down at her feet as Star takes her arm from around her.

Savon Sem: I don’t think I understand.

Star: Well, let me explain it for you. I caught your first interview with Jake Matthews a few days ago and I was okay with most of it. Now do you have any idea what I wasn’t pleased with?

Savon Sem: Ummm…well…

Star: Yeah, you know exactly what I’m talking about. So exactly what is it that you heard about me and Mr. Matthews? Feel free to enlighten me. Because I haven’t heard a damn thing.

Savon Sem: We…well…see I…I mean….

Star: Talk, girl. I don’t speak dummy. Out with it.

Savon Sem: Nothing, Miss Star. I didn’t hear anything.

Star: Exactly. And the next time I hear you say some shit like that your ass is gone. Do you understand me? You can say whatever you want about these superstars but you keep your nose out of my business.

Savon Sem: I understand!

Star: You sure about that?

Savon Sem: Yes, yes.

Star: Good. You better be.

Star gives Savon a stern look as she begins to head off. She suddenly looks back and winks at Savon.

Ryde Rass: Except not having any of our fine bosses come down here to join us toni…

The Platinum Tron lights up with images of a bronze skinned beauty with a face recognized by the world. “Upgrade” by Beyonce featuring Jay Z immediately blasts through the Dynasty Spectrum. The lights flash to the opening beats of the music as the crowd comes to its feet and roars in appreciation.

Ryde Rass: Oh God. Please tell me I’m dreaming.

David Wright: I’m witnessing the very same thing so I don’t think you are!

The scenes above melt into a montage of white sand beaches of Haiti and the inner city streets of Philadelphia. It finally pauses on the Swann Fountain of Philly. The crowd marvels at the spectacular sight as it closes in on an elaborate night display of water and lights. It then zooms to the center and focuses in on the beautiful Star at the center of it all in a flowing white dress and dripping with sparkling diamonds, walking on the water but completely dry from head to toe.

Ryde Rass: THE GLITTERING GODDESS! YES!

David Wright: Star is on her way to the ring!

The perfect silhouetted figure of a woman stretches across the curtains with a spotlight shining just before it on the stage. Star makes her way through the black curtains as the lights flicker back on and the fans erupt. Dressed in a candy pink corset and a micro mini denim skirt, Star struts down the ramp with her raven hair flowing behind her and diamond studs sparkling in her ears under the lights. The noise in the arena is deafening as Star struts down the ramp, giving her beautiful smile to the audience and soaking up the admiration.

David Wright: Whoa, look how much Philly loves her!

Ryde Rass: Look at her! Do you blame them? She is fiiiiiiiine! Goddamn!

Her music continues to pump loudly and, at the end of the ramp, Star suddenly makes a beeline toward the announcer’s table. Star picks up a set of headsets, outs them on a takes a seat.

David Wright: So that’s what that third chair was for. Miss Star was coming to join us.

Star: Yeah, I got tired of sitting in the back watching the show. It’s almost over but I figured what the hell, right? You guys have the best seats in the house so I should come down here and join you.

Ryde Rass: And we ain’t complainin’. Never leave, Miss Star. Never Leave.

Star: Haha. I appreciate that, Ryde. I’ve been a little busy tonight checking up on all of our superstars. This match I came to see up close and personal for…no particular reason. Just because I ran this bitch and I can do that.

Jacob DeSanto takes his place in the ring with his mic in hand.

Jacob DeSanto: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Stillwater, Oklahoma, weight in at 240 pounds, The Miracle Boy….JAKE MATTHEWS!!!

The lights in the arena begin to flicker.

"HaHaHaHa"

The arena lights go out.

"Are Ya'll Ready?"

Laughing is heard coming through the PA system once more.

"I don't think ya'll are ready."

"Ya'll wanted an encore?"

Again, more laughing is heard

"Well Here It Is MuthaFuckaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas"

Suddenly, "Encore/Numb" by Linkin Park and Jay-Z begins to blare through the PA system as the lights begin to flicker once again. The fans all jump to their feet waiting in anticipation on who they know is about to enter the arena.

Ryde Rass: Jake don’t look too happy out there.

Star: *sighs* Yeah, he was a little skeptical about this match but I’m sure he’ll do just fine.

David Wright: Sometimes it can be an honor to go against a lady. Like our lovely boss here.

Star: Why thank you, David. Truer words were never spoken. Unless you’re like one of those Diva Search girls from the WWE. Then I’d have a problem too.

Jacob DeSanto: And his opponent, from Seaton, Cumbria. England, “MISS” BETHANY WINDSOR!!!

“Creeps Me Out” by IMA Robot” blares over the loud speakers and Miss Bethany comes sauntering out from behind the curtain, and strikes a pose at the top of the ramps as golden rain (ala Christian) falls from the ceiling. Then her grandmother, Dame Barbara Windsor walks out behind her waves at the crowd while posing too. She then smiles a toothy smile and they waltz down to the ring, almost floating. She climbs through the second rope and up onto the turnbuckles, waves all the time at the crowd. Dame Barbara Climbs up the steps in her evening gown (usually) and points at Bethany from the ring apron. She then gets to the side of the ring, as Bethany's warms-up some more.

David Wright: Here we go with our sixth match of the night. This should be a good one.

Star: Indeed it should, David. Bethany seems like an eager young lady and I’m sure she won’t take anything from Jake lying down.

Ryde Rass: Well at least there’s one girl out there who wouldn’t.

Star: What does that mean, Ryde?

Ryde Rass: Huh? Oh, nothing.

The bell rings and Bethany wastes no time going after Jake and attempting to lock up with him. He just pushes her away, seemingly uninterested. Bethany tries again and just shoves her away once more. After the last and final time Bethany begins to get a little fed up and slaps him across the face, yelling for him to fight her and stop acting like a pansy. Jake chuckles while shaking his head and Bethany goes for the ropes, bouncing off of them and hitting him with a flying crossbody. She covers Jake when he falls and T.C. begins the count.

One…

Jake gets his shoulder up quickly and pushes Bethany off of him with ease. Not ready to take being brushed off that way, Bethany runs full speed ahead at Jake and spears him down to the mat. She sits up on top of him and lets her first fly but once again Jake tosses her off, much harder than he did before. She looks up at him completely confused and then glances outside of the ring at her manager. Dame Barbara signals for her to keep going and Bethany jumps onto the top rope and delivers a missile dropkick to Jake. The move did its damage to him but his shakes his had and shrugs it off, infuriating Bethany. She goes for a clothesline and Jake ducks. She bounces off the ropes again and takes him down with a swinging neckbreaker. She feels a bit more confident now and goes to pick up her much more experienced opponent. Jake then shoves Bethany hard, clear across the ring. This time Bethany hits the mat and rolls out of the ring. Dame Barbara immediately goes to help her back inside and Jake runs over and blocks her path. They both look up at Jake puzzled and Bethany moves over just a little. Jake follows, keeping Bethany outside of the ring. T.C. looks out at the young girl and her manager and shrugs. She has no choice but to begin counting her out.

One….two…

Bethany runs to the other end of the ring and Jake follows after her. She gets up a bit on the apron and he shoves her off of it.

Three…four…five…

David Wright: If I didn’t know any better I’d think that Jake Matthews was trying to get Bethany Windsor counted out.

Ryde Rass: That is what he’s doing, dumbass.

Star: Damn, didn’t see that one coming. I can’t say it’s a bad idea either. He needs to watch the hell out though! I heard redheaded bitches are crazy! AND she’s got freckles!

Bethany tries another spot and Jake follows her there as well. Frustrated, Bethany slams her hand against the mat and looks back over at Dame. The super ancient veteran wrestler signals something to Bethany and she nods with a smile. For a moment, Bethany gets a look of total sadness and defeat on her face complete with a pout and slumping shoulders. She swipes at Jake’s legs with her arms but he jumps out of the way. Even though he moves he’s still in position to hold the ring hostage and keep Bethany out of it.

Six…seven…

Suddenly, Bethany quickly hops up on the apron and low blows Jake! He immediately doubles over in pain and Bethany pushes him down, giving herself enough time to climb back into the ring. She smiles from ear to ear at what she’s just done while she watching Jake rolling around the canvas clutching his nuts in pain. Bethany takes this opportunity to run over to the corner and go up top. Bethany raises one hand in the aim to get the crowd behind her and leaps up with her Miss-defying Crutch moonsault but Jake counters! He lifts up his knees and Bethany’s abdomen lands right across them! She drops to the mat like a rag doll and Jake gets to his feet. Fans are roaring throughout the Dynasty Spectrum as Jake looks down at the fallen Bethany and shakes his head. He looks down at his crotch and frowns, throwing up his hands as if to say “I give up!” Jake pulls Bethany to her feet and throws her into the ropes. When she returns he plants her in the floor with a double arm DDT.

Ryde Rass: Looks like she woke his ass up.

Star: I’m sure getting your “love below” hit like that would wake you up too, dude. That low blow was wrong on so many levels but it did the job. He’s definitely on his toes now. Might even be a little pissed off.

David Wright: Perhaps she’ll be able to show that same aggression in the tournament.

Star: Tournament? What tournament? David, stop spreading rumors before you get canned.

Jake picks Bethany up one more time and dropkicks her into the ropes. She falls down once again and Jake covers her.

One...

Two…

Thre…

Bethany kicks out at the last second and Jake lifts her up off the floor. Bethany quickly sneaks in a forearm to his head, catching Jake off guard. Dame Barbara cheers her on outside of the ring and Bethany leaps onto Jake’s shoulders and hurricanrana’s him to the mat. She then locks in a Fujiwara armbar, doing her best to take the match back from Matthews. It doesn’t last long before he breaks the hold and knees her in the gut. Jake tosses Bethany into the corner and starts towards her. Bethany sidesteps and Jake slams into the empty space she just left. Bethany jumps onto the ropes and slams Jake with a springboard bulldog. She doesn’t hesitate to jump back up and run back to the corner. She goes back up top and leaps into the air with a beautiful Asai moonsault that connects perfectly. Bethany gets a little excited. Instead of going for another pin attempt she continues her assault by stomping on Jake. Her boot only hits him twice before he grabs her foot and pulls both legs out from under her. With Bethany down on the mat Jake climbs to his feet and executes a standing a standing shooting star press.

Star: Awww, Bethany. You can’t do stuff like that, honey. You get an opportunity and you take it! I must say that move from Jake was pretty hot though. I knew I hired him for a reason. Bethany needs to keep things like that in mind.

Ryde Rass: Damn rookies.

Star: Ryde, you can’t wrestle anyway so shut the hell up. But this is interesting to watch. You can tell she really wants to win this thing and it feels to me that Jake is sorta holding back even though he’s had to match in his favor a few times tonight.

Ryde Rass: Damn, smart and sexy. Is there anything you don’t have besides a man?

Star: Spare me…

Jake looks as though he’s about to go to the top rope but suddenly changes his mind. As Bethany rolls around on the ring floor he paces around her, looking down at the eighteen year old as if she’s thinking of what to do next. Bethany gets up on her hands and knees and grabs at Jake but he leaps out of the way. He lets Bethany climb to her feet on shaky legs and looks at her. Bethany glares back at him yelling for him to come on. He shakes his head and suddenly suprkicks the hell out of her with his No Miracles Needed finisher! Bethany is flat on the mat and out cold. Jake makes his second cover and T.C. runs over.

One…

Two…

Three!!!

Jacob DeSanto: Ladies and gentleman, your winner….JAKE MATTHEWS!!!

“Encore/Numb” by Linkin Park and Jay-Z hits the P.A system. As the bell sounds out, Star gets up from her seat, clapping for Jake’s win as he helps Bethany to her feet. She walks out from behind the announcer’s table and stands outside of the ring finally catching Jake’s attention. Dame Barbara heads inside to attend to her protégée as Star makes her way up the ramp. She looks over at Jake who is standing in the ring watching her the hall way before she disappears backstage.

David Wright: Well, that was odd.

Ryde Rass: What?! She just came to see the match! Why she gotta have an ultimate motive?

David Wright: I’m just going to assume that you meant ulterior.

Ryde Rass: Well, I can’t go against that. If there’s anybody I choose not to fuck with it’s her. That woman will verbally whoop my ass and then fire my ass on top of that. But she'd be so sexy while she did it.

David Wright: I concur.

Ryde Rass: I know you do. You know the deal.

Smoke billows as "I'm So Sick" by Flyleaf starts. As the chorus hits Latrisha comes through the heavy fog wearing a tight white ribbed tank, crimson nylon shorts, and black knee-high boots. Black fingerless gloves and fishnet stockings accompany the classic look. She smiles as she kneels down at the top of the ramp and holds both her arms up over her head as two pyro's go off on opposite sides of the entrance. Once the pyro's stop she stands to her feet and walks down the rest of the ramp. She then slides underneath the bottom rope before walking over to her respective corner.

Jacob DeSanto: This match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, weighing in at 131 pounds, from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada, LATRISHA LAMARTE!!!

Ryde Rass: Now this right here is a woman I can respect.

David Wright: Yeah, she is a great wrestler but her attitude is completely jacked at times.

Ryde Rass: First of all. I wasn’t even talking about her wrestling or her attitude. And second, say jacked again, bitch! SAY JACKED AGAIN!

Jacob DeSanto: And her opponent, from Baton Rouge, LA., at a weight of 269 pounds, REGINALD JOHNSON!!!

The lights go out and a green light comes on shining directly on the entrance way as the video screen comes to life with a view of Reginald L Johnson standing on the middle turnbuckle, staring out at the crowd. It switches to showing him nailing various opponents with right hands, knocking them down, then finally Reginald standing in the middle of the ring, holding a steel chair. Reginald's name flashes across the screen before showing a close up of his face in a negative glowing green image. Maria Royal walks out from the back and stands with her hands on her hips, looking out at the crowd. She smiles almost an evil grin before looking back over her shoulder as she is joined by Reginald, who stands and looks from left to right while rubbing his chin. The video screen switches from the negative image of Reginald, his name flashing and Reginald nailing opponents with right hands as Reginald runs his hand over his head. Maria leads Reginald down the entrance ramp toward the ring and begins to pace back and forth in front of the announce table as Reginald takes off his shirt and climbs up on the ring apron and once again gives the crowd a cold stare. His name continues to flash on the video screen as Reginald reaches down, grabbing Maria around the waist with both hands and lifting her up on the ring apron. He looks around for a moment before climbing in the ring behind Maria and then climbing the turnbuckle in the corner and once again looking out at the crowd with a cold stare before raising one fist in the air. Reginald climbs down and begins pacing the ring , getting ready for his match as Maria takes her place at ringside.

Ryde Rass: Ummm…yeah. After that long ass intro the credits are definitely about to start rolling.

David Wright: This is a wrestling show. We don’t have credits.

Ryde Rass: You need to learn what sarcasm is, dawg. For real.

Latrisha Lamarte stands in her corner with her eyes trained on Reginald. He returns her gaze with a sly grin and points directly at Latrisha. She flags off his actions and immediately baseball slides between his legs, coming out on the other side. Latrisha then unleashes a volley of kicks behind Reginald’s right knee, making him slump just a bit but not bringing him completely to his knees. She quickly takes a few steps back and finally brings Reginald down with a running knee clip. The crowd roars in delight as Latrisha continues her assault with a reverse face driver.

Ryde Rass: Damn, she is on him!

David Wright: Latrisha Lamarte showing a lot of drive in this match against the much bigger competitor in Reginald Johnson.

Ryde Rass: That is a big dude though. Latrisha is a tough bitch in the ring but she ain’t takin’ this one. Against that big black man? We might as well call this a match between Kobe and that lil’ white girl he had surprise sex with.

T.C. circles the ring as the match progresses. Latrisha grabs Reginald by the head and pulls him to his feet. She sends him sailing into the ropes and Reginald returns with a clothesline that Latrisha dodges. When he surprisingly plants her in the center of the ring with a vicious spinebuster, driving her into the mat with all 265 pounds of him! The crowd goes insane. Reginald stands up and drags Latrisha up with him as if she is nothing and throws her into a sleeperhold. Latrisha tries to reach for any part of him she can use to break it but its no use. He locks the hold in tight, applying pressure to slowly drain the life out of Latrisha. T.C. moves in close and asks Latrisha if she wants to give up. The resilient women screams no as she slams her elbow into Reginald’s rib cage. He keeps the hold in place before finally throwing her into a full Nelson and lifting her high in the air, planting her back in the mat with a full nelson slam. With the momentum of the match changing the Philly fans rise to their feet and scream their lungs out. Latrisha sluggishly tries to make her way to the ropes and Reginald grabs her by the boot and drags her back over to him. Using his power, he swings Latrisha around in the air by the one foot before he tosses her into the corner. Latrisha slowly climbs to her feet and Reginald boots her in the gut. He then slams his shoulder into her midsection repeatedly before letting her fall back to the mat.

David Wright: Reginald with the shoulder blocks to the midsection and absolutely manhandling Latrisha Lamarte in there.

Ryde Rass: Damn…if I didn’t hear all that shit she said about Reginald I’d feel sorry for her. But I did….so I don’t! Slap that bitch up, Reggie!

David Wright: I don’t think he’d appreciate you calling him “Reggie”.

Ryde Rass: Why don’t you go do some taxes or something you fuckin’ nerd.

Reginald kicks Latrisha one time for good measure and then picks her up again. He sits the battered Canadian on the top turnbuckle and climbs up with her. He sets Latrisha up and then jumps off the top rope with a double underhook suplex. The crowd screams “DAAAAAMN!!!” as Latrisha’s body hits the canvas with a sickening thud. Reginald immediately gathers himself up and drops his knee into Latrisha with Ric Flair like precision. After that he rolls Latrisha up and lets T.C. start the count.

One…

Two…

Thre…Latrisha barely kicks out!

Quickly snatching his opponent up, Reginald drags Latrisha to her feet by her hair. He starts pummeling her with forearms and openhands, being sure to keep her from the ropes and keeping her grounded. He works Latrisha over to tire her out and keep her at his own, much slower pace. Reginald hauls Latrisha up in a powerbomb position and she immediately starts throwing punches to his head to stop him. Before Reginald has the chance to ground her Latrisha reverses the move with a sit out facebuster, surprising the hell out of him. She then gets on all fours, taking a moment to regain her composure. She leaps up and goes to Reginald, hemming him up in a chinlock surfboard.

David Wright: And Latrisha Lamarte is pulling out the submission moves. This could most certainly be the match of the night!

Ryde Rass: The black man will not submit, David. He won’t!

David Wright: Does everything have to be about race with you, R2?

Ryde Rass: Shut up, white man!

Reginald yells in agony as Latrisha keeps him under wraps. T.C. keeps a close eye on Reginald but it he doesn’t submit. Outside the ring Maria Royal tries to get the crowd behind him as he struggles in the ring with Latrisha. Both competitors are drained but neither is ready to give up. At last, Latrisha lets him go and slams his face right into the mat. She then changes her position and goes for yet another submission move, locking in a figure four and going back to work on that right leg. Reginald howls once again at the pain in his leg that Latrisha is obviously looking to injure before she switches to a vicious scissors leg lock.

David Wright: Good strategy my Latrisha. She’s working on that right leg to weaken Johnson.

Ryde Rass: Still ain’t gon’ win.

Slowly, Reginald slinks his way to the ropes and grabs on to the bottom. Latrisha continues with the leg lock until T.C finally makes her release it. Latrisha slaps the mat in frustration and drags Reginald to the center of the ring but as she’s going he uses what strength he has left to kick her into the ropes. He uses the time to get back to his feet and Latrisha gets back to hers. Reginald goes for a clothesline and Latrisha ducks under his arm and smashes her elbow into the back of his head. She then gives him a dropkick to his weakened right leg but he somehow manages not to go all the way down. Reginald gives a wild swing of his arm that nearly connects right with Latrisha’s face. She ducks under once more, using her speed to her advantage and gives him an elbow shot to the face. Latrisha goes back around him and punches him in the back of the head. She soon goes to move once again but Reginald quickly spins her around and takes her down with a hard forearm to the face!

Ryde Rass: That’s right! In that bitch’s face! You ain’t dodge THAT time, did you?

David Wright: She had a good rhythm going that Reginald just put an end to!

Ryde Rass: It’s curtains for Latrisha. I can feel it. Canada sucks!

With Latrisha down on the mat, Reginald kicks her in the ribcage. Unlike some other PDW competitors he makes no bones about facing a woman as he continues to lay boots to Latrisha Lamarte. Reginald yanks Latrisha up by the hair once again throws her into the ropes himself for the first time that night. When she return he nearly takes her head off with a running clothesline. Latrisha is totally spent as Reginald lifts her to her feet and gives her a facebreaker knee smash. Her limp body hits the floor yet another time and Reginald doesn’t stop there. Picking Latrisha up again, Reginald locks his arms around her and tosses her across the ring with a belly to belly suplex. Latrisha does the best she can to stumble to her feet as Reginald watches her for a moment. He goes for her again and guides her over to the ropes to go up back up top. Latrisha is waking up a bit and battles him back with fists and forearms to try and keep him from nearly killing her with any move from that top rope again. She somehow manages to bring her knee up into his groin hard, causing his manager Maria Royal to wince for him and freezing Reginald in his place. This gives Latrisha a chance to superplex him right back to the canvas. The crowd comes alive as Latrisha gets to her feet and shakes off the cobwebs. She grabs both of Reginald’s legs and holds them open and then executes a legdrop on the right leg she’s been showing no mercy to. Latrisha stands up, holds his legs open again and does yet another leg drop onto Reginald’s right leg. Latrisha rolls Reginald up in a small package.

One…

Two…

Reginald reverses the roll up!

One…

Two…

Thre…no way! Latrisha kicks out!

Ryde Rass: Well damn. Can somebody win this damn thing already?

David Wright: Ryde, shut up! This is a good match.

Ryde Rass: You’re right. This is a good match but…hold on. Did you just tell me to shut up?

Maria is visibly concerned about what’s going on inside the ring as both Reginald and Latrisha make it to their feet. Breathing hard and obviously wore out from the match, they both stare at one another before Latrisha takes him down with a double leg tackle. Reginald’s down but rolls over on top of her as Latrisha fights with everything she has, punching and kicking before finally kneeing him in the groin again, unbeknownst to T.C. Paine. She slides out from under Reginald and goes to the ropes. Latrisha bounces off and dropkicks Reginald in the face. She then stands up and walks around him to stomp on his right leg, keeping up the same strategy she’s had throughout the match that seems to be taken more and more from Reginald’s leg and hindering his strength. Latrisha leaves Reginald lying on the mat and runs to the corner. With lighting speed, she takes to the air with a senton and lands right on her opponent. Still not satisfied, Latrisha stands up. No matter how many times she thought he had him down tonight she’d been wrong. Obviously she isn’t ready to take any more chances. With all of her might, Latrisha picks Reginald up nails him with “Absolute Perfection”, a full nelson slam into a DDT. After that Latrisha locks Reginald in an Indian Deathlock! He yell in pain but doesn’t look ready to submit at all. Latrisha screams, showing just how much she’s putting behind the hold. T.C. circles around the two of them while Latrisha tightens her grip. Reginald raises his hand!

David Wright: Oh! Latrisha with the Indian Deathlock!

Ryde Rass: Yeah, so what. That ho ain’t even Indian!

David Wright: Is he gonna…

Ryde Rass: Hell naw!

Reginald’s hand falls to the mat and he taps out! The bell rings! Latrisha Lamarte won the match!

Jacob DeSanto: And the winner is….LATRISHA LAMARTE!!!

She falls backwards and breathes hard, smiling at her victory and pulling away from T.C. when she tries to help her up and raise her hand. Being Latrisha Lamarte she jumps right in the fallen Reginald’s face, talking loads of shit to him. She unmistakably yells “I’M BLACK AND I’M PROUD!” and leaps to her feet. She turns to the crowd and boasts about her hard-fought win as Reginald’s stares at her coldly telling her it isn’t over.

Ryde Rass: Well ain’t that a bitch.

David Wright: Latrisha has to work hard for that victory. It wouldn’t surprise me to see these to lock up again. But the ends it for our first Disclosure!

Ryde Rass: Goodnight, bitches!