D I S C L O S U R E

The Dynasty Spectrum, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Saturday January 27th 2007

The fades in and pans throughout the Dynasty arena as "Get Psycho" by Disturbed hits the speakers. A huge blast of silver pyro goes off and the Platinum Tron lights up with highlights from last week's Disclosure. KibbyD is shown covering her naked bosom and it jumps to Michael hitting Annabelle Lee with a Northern Light's Suplex. The camera continues to pan around to show fans holding up signs and posters. It cuts to ringside where commentators Ryde Rass and David Wright sit.

Ryde Rass: What's up, bitches? Welcome to our SECOND Disclosure of the year. Hell, our second Disclosure ever. We got a helluva show for you tonight just like we will every week because we're always platinum, baby.

David Wright: We're live from our home in The Dynasty Spectrum. Philly is on fire tonight!

Ryde Rass: It damn sure is. Did you hear about those kindergardners setting their teachers car on fire today? Even the kid's in Philly is gangsta!

David Wright: Always with the negativity, Ryde. Anyway like my brain damage cohort here said we've got a great show for you tonight. We'll see both Shane Meras and erik Harris make their debut in the very first match to try and make a name for themselves in PDW. And we'll also see Trisha Smith take on the ditzy blonde KibbyD.

Ryde Rass: Dayum! Kibby got some big ass ti...

David Wright: Don't even say it, Ryde.

Ryde Rass: What?! You seen 'em, man. I know you still a virgin but you had to be lookin'! They jump into your line of vision whether you want them to or not!

David Wright: Moving on! Kurput Loc and Rob Grayson will also be making their debuts against one another although we've already seen Kurupt once.

Ryde Rass: Yup, when he jacked Mike Ryba. Fool should'a never said he had too much money. There's no such thing. Kurupt helped him with that problem though. But after Rob and Kurpupt we get treated to another match full of T&A when Zayda and Erica Banks take on Jazmin Starr and Bethany Windsor. I'm gonna be at attention for this one. Me and the little man down here.

David Wright: And after that vulgar statement we also have Kindred London taking on Julian Dark and Jake Matthews up against a debuting Priest. Now that's a match I definitely want to see. Both of these men will have their pride on the line. Some would say both of them have way too much.

Ryde Rass: Especially Matthews.Another match full of ego is our last one, Latrisha Lamarte and Michael Mercer versus Reginald Johnson and that Amazon bitch Ashleigh Collins. To make a long story short Latrisha is the only woman in this match.

David Wright: You know what, Ryde? You're an asshole.

Ryde Rass: Thanks, David. I try.

- The Scoop Heard Round The World -

In the ring we have PDW Magazine columnist Amaryllis Vasquez with a microphone. She has a grin on her face as the men in the audience are giving cat calls. She just blanks them out and starts to talk.

Amaryllis Vasquez: You men make me sick! You stand there in the crowd with your beer guts, your missing teeth, and your oily bodies thinking you are all fine. Thinking you are "god's gift to women"! You are just trash that shouldn't even be allowed in this building if the owners didn't want your money.

Quickly the crowd turns on the Amaryllis.

Amaryllis Vasquez: It's alright... I'm out here for one reason tonight! I'm out here to give all of you ungrateful 'fans' a breaking news story. Over the last few weeks Platinum Dynasty Wrestling has signed some great talent, but none match the most recent signing... This man is a true "God's Gift to Women"! This man is a true "Icon" in this business! This man is without a doubt one of the sexiest men alive! And I have seen him in action in several different ways. I give you...

"Riotmaker" by Tech N9ne starts up over the pa system as the fans are standing in shock at the thought of just who it is. Strobe lights begin to pan all over the arena, and soon enough you see them meet at the entrance ramp as one by one we start to see people come out to the ramp way... Finally we see "The X-Rated Icon" Dynamic Dynamite step out to a mixture of boos and cheers. You see he is standing at the top of the ramp in a black pinstriped suit. He is there with his entourage as well. He starts to walk down to the ring followed by his entourage and you see as they head closer that Amaryllis has a smile on her face in the ring. Dynamic climbs the stairs along with the ladies and the two guys. As they do so Dynamic enters the ring and is handed a microphone from Jacob the announcer. He looks at Amaryllis and winks at her.

Amaryllis Vasquez: PDW's newest signee... "THE X-RATED ICON" DYNAMIC DYNAMITE!

Dynamic removes his sunglasses and stares out to the crowd with his arms spread wide.

Amaryllis Vasquez: Dynamic, what made you sign on with PDW?

"THE X-RATED ICON" DYNAMIC DYNAMITE: Why do you have to ask Mari? I signed with the reason to wear the big belt.. I signed to destroy every man or woman that wishes to step into the ring with me who thinks they are big time.

Amaryllis Vasquez: There were other reasons were there not?

"THE X-RATED ICON" DYNAMIC DYNAMITE: Of course! The women in this promotion are some of the hottest, and you know that "The X-Rated Icon" Dynamic Dynamite has to be where the women are. With you here, Star, Amaya, and Farah all here it's just a natural thing.

Amaryllis Vasquez: Are you going to make any PDW 'films'?

"THE X-RATED ICON" DYNAMIC DYNAMITE: Did you want to be in another one with me Mari? You want to see my monster again? You want to feel the X-Rated Icon? All you have to do is ask baby....

Amaryllis Vasquez: Ummmm....

"THE X-RATED ICON" DYNAMIC DYNAMITE: It's alright sweetness... You can come to my locker room any time you want to.. It's all good.. One thing I will say though that isn't good for the PDW is that no one is safe! I know some of you, but you had better realize that DYNAMIC DYNAMITE is going to be unstoppable! I will be the most dominant man in this business...

"Riotmaker" starts back up as Dynamic Dynamite and his entourage stand tall in the ring with a hot Amaryllis staring at Dynamic...

David Wright: Dynamic Dynamite in PDW? Wow!

Ryde Rass: I love his movies. Especially the one with Amaryllis. Hot dayum!

David Wright: Did you know she used to manage Star?

Ryde Rass: Yeah, fool. Who don't know that?

David Wright: Just checking.

Shane Meras vs Erik Harris

David Wright: Here we go with our first match of the night, Shane Meras versus Erik Harris.

Ryde Rass: Yo, why does Harris wear them whack ass goggles? What's wrong with his eyes?

David Wright: I don't know, Ryde. I just...don't...know.

Jacob DeSanto: The next match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first...

The arena lights dull to a dark green, and an eerie smoke makes its way out of the entryway, clinging in a way to a large group of white and red robed figures, eight of them to be exact, all carrying large breastplates with varied jewelry upon them, and all distinctively carrying the symbol of the Masonic Lodges across their chest, the two leader each carrying large white flags with the symbol of the Illuminati. In the octets' center, a ninth figure draped in a golden robe makes his way through the crowd, only his hand protruding from the folds of the cloak, waving an incense decanter left and right. "In Fortuna We Trust" by Nine Inch Nails begins to play as the announcer begins to announce Shane Meras, but finds that his microphone has cut out...

Shane: Oh no... no no...

Shane lifts the cowl of his cloak..

Shane: I've decided that no one has the authority or the ability to rightly introduce me in the proper respect that I deserve... Hailing from wherever the hell I want to hail from, standing at heights you'll never know, and weighing in at a weight as valuable as diamonds... I am a former IBN European Kickboxing champion, a mixed martial arts legend, and a dignitary of a force that could shut down this damn arena, this damn promotion, this whole damn city with a snap of its finger. I am the one... the only... 'Elite' Shane Meras... Now, shut the hell up, and....

Shane looks into the camera.

Shane: Kindred London, Explicit Content... ghetto thugs with a price on their head... I've seen your type so many times. You think that you're the kings of the world, just because you have a jaw full of diamonds and gold, wear those stupid necklaces around your neck, that bling bling, wear those handkerchiefs, and walk around with your pants sagging... You're PATHETIC! Now, don't get me wrong, it's not a racial thing, I think little white bitches that think they're thugs are just as much of a little punk as I would a black man... but your little 'ghetto mentality' ends now. I'm personally declaring war on Explicit Content. No alliances, no numbers games, I plan to walk through and take out each and every one of you, one at a time, starting with you Kindred. See, you and I had a little agreement in my office back there, an agreement that I got on tape, and immediately forwarded to Star's Booking committee... It's ironclad, but again, before you shoved me in our little discussion backstage, I tried to warn you that certain... waivers would need to be signed. However, since evidently the only papers you read are the one you stick your hydro in and kick up, I'll read it for you... Waiver number one. Shane Meras is NOT responsible for any accidental over usage of force when applying a mixed martial arts maneuver. That basically means, Kindred, that if I accidentallly snap one of your tendons or inadvertently break your neck, your welfare family can't sue me for wrongful death. Waiver number two, As Shane Meras is placing his certification with various Mixed martial arts on the line, both he and Mr Kindred WILL be dressed in vale tudo gloves and shin guards. Third Waiver... as Shane's fight is currently WITH Kindred only, then any allies of Kindred are hereby BANNED from ringside... This basically means that you can't get your fucking government cheese stealing, food stamp cashing, druggie little bitches can't jump me at once due to your own cowardice. Now, that that's straightened out, I'll see you next week, Lon..

Suddenly, Shane's mic cuts out as a loud guitar riff echoes through the arena. The house lights fall as the crowd cheers loudly.

Jacob DeSanto: And his opponent... from Cincinnati, Ohio. He weights in at 245 pounds. "The Darkness" EEEEEERIK HAAAAAARRIIIIIIISS!

A dim spotlight shines onto the stage area where we see Erik Harris standing. He has dark goggles on over his eyes as he just looks towards the ring. He begins walking straight down the ramp, never taking his eyes off of Shane Meras. Once ringside, he slides under the bottom rope and climbs to his feet. The houselights come back on as Harris and Meras stare each other down. Erik removes his goggles and tosses them outside the ring as the bell sounds.

Ryde Rass: Erik Harris just came out and straight up cut that fool off. He was talking too much anyway. Fuck he talkin' about Explicit Content for when he's facing Erik Harris?

David Wright: Maybe because he doesn't like them?

Ryde Rass: I don't like you but I still know that there's a time and place for everything. This ain't it.

Both men start off circling one another. Finally they tie up in the center of the ring. They struggle back and forth but Harris gets the better of Meras and tosses him down to the mat. Meras quickly gets back to his feet and goes for another tie up, but instead, he hits a quick kick to the side of Erik's outer right thigh. Meras then kicks Erik's left outer thigh, before spinning around with a stiff back elbow, connecting to Harris's jaw. Erik stumbles backwards, as he wipes his face. A small drop of blood. Erik smiles as he goes back towards Meras. Erik goes for a running clothesline, but Meras is too quick, and hits Erik with a drop toehold. Meras runs against the ropes and rebounds with a flipping senton splash onto Erik's back. The fans begin booing loudly as Meras climbs to his feet, adjusting his ring attire.

Ryde Rass: Man, these dudes are puttin' me to sleep. They need to bring a girl down to the ring with them to spark some interest.

David Wright: Why? I'm enjoying this.

Ryde Rass: Yeah, you would.

Erik finally gets to his feet where Meras is waiting for him. As Harris stands, Shane jumps onto his back, trying to lock in some sort of choke hold. Erik though quickly slings Meras over his shoulders and catches him in the powerslam position. Erik runs forward, spinning Meras around, and slamming him full force onto the mat. As Meras lays there holding his back, Harris gets to his feet and runs towards the ropes. He leaps towards the 2nd rope and springboards backwards with a moonsault. Shane grabs his ribs in pain as soon as Erik connects and rolls off. Harris, not hesitating, climbs to his feet, and pulls Shane up with him. He kicks him in the midsection and places his head between his legs. He lifts him into the air and goes for a pumphandle slam, but Meras wiggles free, falling behind Harris.

Meras doesn't hesitate and hits a spinning roundhouse to the back of Harris's head, causing him to stumble forward. As he does, Meras jumps on his back and locks in his version of the crossfaced chickenwing, he calls the G.O.T.H.I.C.A Lock.

Erik tries to fight it as he carries Meras around the ring, trying to knock him off, but Meras has it locked in too tight. In a last ditch effort, Erik Harris falls backwards onto the mat, but Shane won't unlock the hold. As they lay there on the mat. T.C. slides into position and asks Harris if he submits.

After a few moments, Erik's eyes roll up into the back of his head. T.C. grabs his free arm and holds it up into the air, then letting it fall.

One.

T.C. grabs Harris's hand once more and lifts it into the air, then lets it fall.

Two.

T.C. grabs his hand a third time and holds it up. She lets it fall and as it hits the mat for a third time, she hops to her feet and signals for the bell.

Jacob DeSanto: And the winner of the match by submission... SSSSSSSSHAAAAAANE MMMMMEEEEERAAAAAAS!

Ryde Rass: What the hell? It's over?

David Wright: Yes it is, Ryde. And Shane Meras is the winner.

Ryde Rass: Aw, hell. I hope he don't get his match with Kindred. Kindred London versus King Peroxide. I don't wanna see that shit.

Cut to commercial...

- The Artist Formerly Known As "Miss Perfect" -

The scene opens up to Latrisha Lamarte standing backstage in locker room area with Savon. Latrisha is already clad in her wrestling attire, and doesn't seem to be too happy. Savon nods to the camera as Latrisha crossed her arms in front of her chest.

Savon: Latrisha, last week you faced off with Reginal-

Latrisha: You know what Savon... I kind of won't be needing you.

Latrisha gently moves a puzzled Savon out of the light of the camera and grins.

Latrisha: This is more I like it. Reginald... Ash... Tonight's the night BBV gets a reality check. I was willing to play nice this week. I even wanted to offer to pay for your medical bills once it was all said and done. What can I say, I’m a sincere mother of two. However, as usual, serfs need to be reminded of their place. Since Ashleigh has labeled me a racist I’ll put it this way; it’s time for ‘massa’ to pull out the whip. Do you understand it better that way?

The crowd can be heard booing from the ring area. Latrisha bits her lip and then shakes her head.

Latrisha: Maybe you do, maybe you don’t... I can never tell with you people. You spew contradictory statements and nonsensical insults so much that it makes my head spin. Yet somehow, I’m the childish one? Go figure.

She pauses, and places her hands together.

Latrisha: I suppose I’ll start off with you, Ash. First things first honey, I’ve been there and done that a million times. Everything from your crafty ‘trailer park’ insults to your excessive unreasonable confidence... That was me... About six years ago. Just ask my fans. The biggest difference would have to be the actual talent involved though. You’re just an empty shell Ash. A six foot two empty shell, quite possibly with a nut or two of your own somewhere deep inside. So do you see why calling me, your idol, a fraud is just completely insane? Why it’s a damn scandal! It’s like calling yourself a copying fraud.

She pauses once more, now placing her hands on her hips, with the camera focusing in closer on her face.

Latrisha: Half the things you said about me Ash didn’t make much sense. The other half... Well... That didn’t make sense either. Your incoherent rambling makes me frightened to think how easy it must be for someone to graduate with a diploma in the United States. You’re just a fine example of why a degree doesn’t necessarily measure the true intelligence of a human being.

With that said Ash, since you’re the one with the high school education out of the blackie duo, I do intend to give you a shot or two. Who knows, if you’re a good little serf I just might give you a nice clit to suck on too.

I can’t wait to get you and Reggie in the ring. Oh the fun were going to have...

Latrisha blows a kiss to the camera before it begins to blur and then fade out.

Trisha Smith vs KibbyD

Jacob DeSanto: First out, Hailing from Knockemstiff, OH. Weighing in 141 pounds..she is "The Zombie Girl" Trisha Smith!

The sound of "Apostles of Darkness" hits over the P.A. there is a sound of some fans cheering and some booing as blue smoke rises from the stage as an aurora of smoke seems to fill the arena. Trish makes her way to the stage and she walks slowly, like she is dead to the world. She goes down to the ring, dressed in whatever outfit she has chosen for the night. she smiles sweetly as the announcers and 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.

Ryde Rass: Now we're about to see the hungriest match, "The Texas Vixen" Kibby D vs. "The Zombie girl" Trisha Smith..and you have to wonder Dave if we'll be seeing Trisha "eat" Kibby D out.

David Wright: Why do you happen to even make that sound into sex?

Ryde Rass: What? Trisha is a Zombie typically they eat people...I'm just saying.

David Wright: Let's just go to Jacob.

Jacob DeSanto: And her opponent..Hailing from Houston, TX. Weighing in 126 pounds..she is "The Texas Vixen" Kibby D!

"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 blonder 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...But just as she was about to step between them, Trisha comes out of nowhere spearing Kibby D to the outside floor. Kibby lands hard and holds her back in pain from the fall. Trisha from the inside of the ring celebrates and then again without giving Kibby any time to recover leaps from the top rope in a Suicide Plancha right on Kibby. Daisy looks on from the conner holding on to her mouth in shock.

Ryde Rass: Damn!! Trisha looks mean tonight.

David Wright: Do you think she's still hurting from the lost she received last week against Kindred?

Ryde Rass: I don't know Dave, But I do know that Kibby D best take out the BBQ sauce if she has a prayer in winning this match.

Trisha now has Kibby by the hair and swings her to the ring post, She crashes head on and then rolls like a doll to the floor. Trisha smiles at this before going right over to her and depositing some stiff kicks to the abs of Kibby, she then picks her up forcefully by the hair once again, Kibby holds on to her hair as well trying to fight off the pain, but Trisha slaps her back down to the floor. T.C can be heard from the ring yelling at them to get inside as the match hasn't even been officially started, but Trisha just shrugs her off and continues her assault on Kibby D. Trisha swings the weak Kibby to the ring steps and she collides with them hard hurting her leg in the processes. Trisha smiles at her work and finally gets inside the ring walking slowly to the conner.

Ryde Rass: Do you think I should go help out Kibby? You know I'm all ways ready to help a beautiful lady.

David Wright: Well, not if you want to end up with a restraining order like the one Farah gave you..then you should stay far away.

Ryde Rass: Farah secretly has a crush on me though..I can tell.

Kibby D is shown now from the outside panting and holding on to her legs as she really is in deep pain from them. She gets to her feel with the help of the ring post and then walks over with the help of Daisy to the same steel steps which caused her this pain, she looks to the inside and finds the menacing glare of Trisha Smith who was waiting for her in a conner post. Kibby finds the strength to climb up the steps until she gets inside. T.C carter goes right over to her to ask if she's able to continue, but before she gives her answer Trisha does a running dropkick unto the leg of Kibby D.

David Wright: Is it me or does Trisha seems like she wants to hurt Kibby D?

Ryde Rass: I don't know Dave, But I can't wait until she starts eating the girl.

Trisha laughs at this and then picks up Kibby D from the ground, she tackles her all the way toward the conner and starts punching her stomach as well as slapping her hard in the face. Kibby now holds on to her face in pain and Trisha now uppercuts her before placing her on the top rope. Trisha looks like she's about to do her "Zombie Pit" but Kibby with her still capable leg kicks her in the face, Trisha staggers backward and again Kibby kicks her in the face. The fans cheer her on and then shocking the crowd she positions herself upward on the ropes and then leaps from them nailing a "Kandicanrana" on Trisha.

Ryde Rass: That's what I wanted to see!

Kibby now mounts the downed Trisha and starts slapping her in the face as well as delivering some hard punches and head jams unto to the mat. Kibby looks extremely pissed and with anger she picks up Trisha by both her hands holding her hair, She sends her towards the ropes and as Trisha comes back Kibby nails her with a Lou thesz press and then gets right on up to nail her with a Cheerleader leg drop to the neck taking the air out of Trisha Smith. Kibby signals the crowd with one hand and with the other she hold to her still hurting knee. Trisha starts to roll up getting herself off the floor to go after Kibby, but Kibby had climbed the second rope and as Trisha got near her she goes for a Sunset Flip pin.

One...

Two...

Trisha kicks out just in time. Kibby now takes the face of Trisha and places her in a choke hold wanting to get the air out completely. T.C checks on to see if she wants to give up, But Trisha keeps shaking her head. Kibby applies more pressure now and still Trisha continues shaking her head until she starts nailing Kibby with some punches in the side of her stomach, Kibby staggers back a little and Trisha uses this to attempt a clothesline on Kibby, But she ducks down and then kicks Trisha in the midsection..she takes her hair and nails the "The Crazy Lovie" (twist of fate) and then goes once again for the cover.

One...

Two...

David Wright: Looks like Kibby D wants to finish this.

Ryde Rass: I don't want her to leave though....

Trisha again kicks out in the nick of time. Kibby looks upset at this and start to bang the head of Trisha to the mat, but Trisha now retaliates by scratching The Texas vixen in the face. Kibby holds to her eyes and Trisha goes to nail a running drop-kick to the face, but as she goes to the ropes Daisy holds on to her legs stopping her from delivering that move. Trisha now gets distracted by having a word spat with Daisy who acted like she didn't know what happened and this gave time for Kibby D to get to her feet and shake off that scratch. she waits patiently for Trisha to turn around and as she does she executes her "Bytch Kick" Finisher perfectly and then goes for the cover..

One...

Two...

Three!!!

Kibby D gets off Trisha, but not before slapping her in the face for everything that she has done to her in the start of the match. T.C Takes Kibby D's hand up in the air and the crowd starts cheering for "The Texas Vixen" in approval. She smiles and winks at them before shaking her booty for the male crowds enjoyment.

-Back Stage: Latrisha's locker room-

Latrisha is sitting in front of the mirror, gazing at herself. She looks at the clock on the wall. She huffs and puffs as she realize that she is about to go to the ring soon. She takes her brush and flings it across the room, with anger. She needed to look good before getting into that ring.

Latrisha: [Yells out] Where the hell is my stylist?!

No answer. Moments later, her door swings open as a young black woman strolls in with a medium size golden duffel bag. She was wearing a red velour jumpsuit with baby style braids. The woman looks at Latrisha with a smile but is return with a frown coming from Latrisha's face. Latrisha crosses her arms and stood back, glaring at the woman.

Latrisha: Who the hell are you?

????: I'll be you're stylist for today. My name is Janade.

Latrisha: Stylist? Where's my stylist?

Janade: Amaya had her take the day off. She wanted me to come instead and give you the hook up.

Latrisha: Amaya? [Raises and eyebrow as she shifts her body position.]

Janade: She wanted me to let you know that my treatment is for the other day. She felt bad about what she did and paid big bucks for me to come.

Latrisha: She better feel bad. [Pauses and then smiles] Big bucks, huh?

Janade: Yes ma'am. Don't worry, you'll look great and all my make up is stay on permanent, because I know how you guys get sweaty in that ring.

Latrisha: I'm going to be so Red carpet in the ring. [Snaps her fingers] ....Then get to it!

Latrisha sits back in her chair as Janade gives her a smirk. Janade puts the duffel bag on the vanity and turns Latrisha against the mirror. She instructs Latrisha to relax and close her eyes to do her makeup. Latrisha is ecstatic and does what she is told. Janade starts to pull out all kinds of make up. Moments later a hot guy walks into the room.

Janade: Oh yeah, Amaya sent him, to give you a massage to make sure you are completely relaxed.

Latrisha: [Opens her eyes and grins] Oh he's delicious.

The man smiles and walks over standing behind Latrisha. He begins to rubs her shoulders and neck. Latrisha closes her eyes and Janade works on her face. Caught up in the moment, Latrisha doses off. Janade chuckles as she gives her a look that she is never going to forget.

About forty five minutes later....

Latrisha wakes up in her room by herself. It took her a moment to realize what had happened before she fell asleep. She had wondered why Janade didn't wake her up after she was done. Latrisha stands up and stretches, she turns around to look at herself in the mirror and starts to scream in a ballistic manner.

Latrisha: Oh my God! What is this!?!?!?!

Latrisha runs to the bathroom and turns on the faucet. She looks at the mirror and her face is painted heavy like a clown. Her hair is sprayed neon green and has so much hair spray that her hair is completely stiff. She splashes the water on her face as she tries to scrub it off.

Latrisha: Oh no! Please! Not this! I can't go out there looking like this.

A flash back of Janade face come back as she clearly says the make up is "permanent", so she wouldn't sweat it off. Latrisha runs out of the bathroom frantically, screaming and trying to pull on her stiff hair. Her eyes well up when she can't figure out what to do. She noticed a card on her vanity. Latrisha snatches it and opens.

"Hope you enjoy it....Love always, Amaya"

Latrisha screams and the scene fades to black...back to the ring side.

Kurupt Loc vs Rob Grayson

Jacob DeSanto: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for 1 fall. Introducing first, from Los Angels, California and weighing in at 240 pounds, he is 1/3 of Explicit Content… Kurupt LLLLLOOOOOOOC!!!

The sound of an AK firing echoes throughout the arena as smoke fills the entrance ramp. Trued Up now begins to blare over the p.a. system

Put a straight jacket on me, cause I'm throwing a tantrum
And all the crips across the world, y'all gon' sing this anthem

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

We stay, trued up, blued up
True phat laces, true blue chucks
We crippin till we die cuz and will shoot you up
Cop a 38 for the G-homie that used to shoot up

With that Kurupt Loc makes his way down the ramp while throwing up the eastside sign. The crowd boos as he slides into the ring and climbs the top turnbuckle once again throwing up the eastside sign on each hand followed by two middle fingers.

David Wright: This guy kind of scares me.

Ryde Rass: Why?

David Wright: I don't know. Every time I see him though, I feel the need to check my wallet.

Ryde Rass: Loc's my boy. I got nothin' to worry about.

David Wright: Speak for yourself.

Jacob DeSanto: And his opponent. From Toronto, Ontario, Canada. He weights in tonight at 235 pounds. RRRRRRROB GRRRRRRRAAAAAAYSOOOOOOON!

"Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me" by U2 plays and the arena lights go dark. Suddenly, a spot light appears in the entrance and he is already standing there. He then heads to the ring with a serious look on his face.

Ryde Rass: Dead Man Walking.

David Wright: Why do you say that? Rob Grayson is one hell of an athlete.

Ryde Rass: Just watch. It's like a 6th sense I have. Loc is about to fuck his shit up. I'm like a Nsychic.

David Wright: Nsychic?

Ryde Rass: Negro Psychic fool!

David Wright: If you say so.

Ryde Rass: Watch and learn.

Grayson finally makes it to ringside, and as he does, he turns to give a few fans high fives. When he turns back around, he doesn't notice Loc standing there, and he gets a straight punch to the side of his face, knocking him to the ground. Loc doesn't hesitate for a second, and begins stomping away on the back of Rob's head.

Ryde Rass: Told ya.

David Wright: That was a cheap shot though. The match hasn't even officially started!

Ryde Rass: And?

After a few minutes of this foot stomping beat down, Kurupt grabs Grayson by the back of the neck and pulls him to his feet. He slides him into the ring and follows closely behind as the bell finally sounds. Grayson tries to get to his feet to mount some sort of comeback, but Loc is just too quick. By the time Rob gets to his hands and knees, Loc is already mid flight with an Axe kick to the top of his head. The fans are booing loudly as Loc flips Grayson over onto his back, and mounts him with a flurry of right and left hand punches.

David Wright: These PDW fans don't seem to like Loc too much.

Ryde Rass: ..fuckin' haters.

As he finishes, Loc looks around the arena with a smile as he stands up. We can see he's busted Rob's forehead wide open, as the blood trickles down Grayson's face. Kurupt just smiles as he reaches down and pulls Rob to his feet. Loc looks Grayson right in the eyes and tells him to have a free shot. Loc then sticks his chin out and motions for him to hit him. Grayson swings wildly, but Loc ducks it and hits a stiff shot to Rob's ribs. Loc then grabs Grayson by the arm and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound, Loc lifts him into the air and slams him down to the mat with a vicious spinebuster. Loc mounts him once again and starts laying into him with hard punches to the forehead and face again, causing the blood to pour down even more.

Ryde Rass: Look at my boy go.

David Wright: Grayson looks like he's been knocked out... why is Loc still going?

Ryde Rass: To prove a point.

David Wright: And what point would that be, Ol' Spewing Fountain of Knowledge?

Ryde Rass: Thou shalt not FUCK with Explicit Content or Kurupt Loc.

In the ring, Loc is now pulling Grayson back to his feet. He slaps him across the face then kicks him in the gut, hooking both arms behind his back and laying him face first into the mat with a hard double arm DDT. Loc just sits up and looks around again. He shakes his head as he stands to his feet. He motions that it's over.

David Wright: Looks like he might be calling his shot here...

Ryde Rass: Ya think?

Loc once again pulls the bloodied Grayson to his feet. Rob is swaying back and forth. Loc then quickly slides his arms around Grayson, flipping him around onto his back, and turning him over, head down. With Grayson upside down on Loc's back, Kurupt falls down, slamming Ron neck first into the ring.

Ryde Rass: KURUPTION, BITCH!

Loc rolls Grayson over and hooks his legs as T.C. slides into place.

One!

Two!!

Three!!!

The bells sounds as the fans boo loudly as Kurupt Loc rolls off of Rob Grayson.

Jacob DeSanto: and the winner of this match... KURUPT LOC!

Ryde Rass: Told ya! DEAD.MAN.WALKING.

David Wright: yeah yeah yeah.

With Robert Grayson out of it, Kurupt Loc gets ready to exit the ring however he then turns around and looks at Grayson, his feet in particular. Loc now makes his way over to Grayson with his eyes still locked on Grayson's feet, he grabs Grayson by the legs and TAKES HIS SHOES!!!! Thats just wrong, Loc now puts Grayson's shoes on and CRIP STOMP WITH HIS OWN SHOES!!!!! Kurupt Loc finally leaves the ring wearing Rob Grayson's shoes and carryin his own.

- Mature Miss Bethany? -

The former OPW Women’s and Hardcore Champion, Miss Bethany Windsor, the only 4th Generation wrestler in the world today can be seen stretching in her locker room. She is surrounded by everything a wealthy should have. Her title belts. Lavish furnishings. Television, state of the art. Contempory weights training system and a large wall hanging of her entire family. Her proudest possession. As she lays on her front, her legs separated into a wide splits position she hears a familiar voice from behind her.

Voice: Still pissed?

Bethany, preparing for her match later, continues to stretch off, as though not hearing the fellow female, her younger sister Miss Grace. Grace stands, in a very boho chic flowing white dress with footless tights, with her hands on her hips and a smirk across her face.

Miss Grace: Still not talking to me, huh? Have you always been a bitter little bitch, or is it a skill you have picked up?

Miss Bethany proceeds to raise from her floored position, turns and looks at her sister intensely.

Miss Bethany: You get one of those a lifetime, Gracie…

Miss Grace: Good job I’m like a cat then, eh?

Miss Bethany: I’m really not in the mood, Grace, and I have to get ready to team with…

Miss Grace: Miss Starr, I know. We all know! It’s all about you, isn’t it Beth! All about the crowning glory in the Windsor Crown. OH get over yourself, Sis! You lost a match…Big deal! If you lose tonight, what are you gonna do for an encore? Slit your wrists?

Miss Bethany shakes her head and starts to make her way to the door, past her sibling.

Miss Grace: I just hope that when I step in the ring, I’m not as immature as you are.

Miss Bethany: I’m not immature…I’m pissed!

She swings open the wooden door, and slams it behind her. Miss Grace, still having not debuted for the world, shakes her head…

Miss Grace: Like taking candy from a baby…

Erica Banks & Zayda vs Jazmin Starr & Bethany Windsor

Ryde Rass: Yes! We've finally reached what is gonna be my favorite match of the night! A bunch of sexy broads in the same ring. That's how it should be. They don't belong in the ring with dudes.

David Wright: How can you say something like that with the bosses that you have?

Ryde Rass: They're not watching this right now are they?

David Wright: Well no one's seen any of them tonight but I'm sure they're around!

Ryde Rass: Shit....

"Look At Her" By One Chance hits the speakers, the crowd jump to their feet as Erica Banks makes her way from behind the curtain, she walks down the ramp playing to the crowd. She slowly slides off her hoodie jacket with her name on the bank and slides into the ring.

Jacob DeSanto: Introducing first, from right here in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, at a weight of 120 pounds, ERICA BANKS!!!

Ryde Rass: I'd hit that...

David Wright: Yeah, she is quite an attractive young lady. As a matter of fact all these women are.

Ryde Rass: Dave, you like GIRLS?! Ohmigod!

Jacob DeSanto: And her partner, also from Philly and weighing in at 130 pounds, ZAYDA!!!

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 their opponents. First, from Los Angeles, California, at w 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.

Jacob DeSanto: And last but not least, all the way 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.

Ryde Rass: Oh, I can't wait for this shit to start. This is gonna be sooooo goooood.

David Wright: Pervert...

The bells sounds out and Zayda and Bethany take to their corners, leaving Erica and Jazmin to start the match. The two ladies like up with Jazmin getting the upper hand and shoving Erica onto her ass. Erica quickly jumps up and runs at Jazmin, preparing to spear her but Jazmin quickly jumps out of the way and lets Erica run right into the opposite corner. She then goes for Erica and tosses her over her head with a reverse monkey flip. Erica slowly makes it to her feet where Jazmin is waiting for her. She connects with a spear and quickly hooks Erica's leg. T.C. runs over and begins the count.

One...

Two...

Erica kicks out. Jazmin grabs her by the hair and yanks her to her feet. She whips Erica into the ropes and attempts a clothesline that Erica dodges. She bounces off the opposite ropes and Jazmin takes her down with a swinging headscissors takedown. The crowd comes alive as Bethany stands in her corner anxiously waiting for a tag. Jazmin doesn't seem to be ready to make one though as she pulls Erica to her feet yet again. She then dropkicks Erica and the young girl falls into the corner. Jazmin steps back and runs at Erica full speed, hopping onto her with a bronco buster. She then gets back to her feet and pulls Erica up with her. Jazmin slams her knee into Erica's cut and drags her up to the top rope. She sits Erica there only to hurricanrana her back to the mat a second later. Jazmin drags Erica back to the middle of the ring and goes for another pin but even before she's coming covering Erica Zayda runs inside and kicks the hell out of her. T.C. yells for Zayda to go back to her corner and the spiritual vixen does as she's told, smiling the whole way.

Ryde Rass: Damn, that Zayda is fine. All exotic lookin' and whatnot. She can read my aura any time she wants!

David Wright: I wonder how good she is with massage.

Ryde Rass: Me too!

David Wright: And I've also been looking for a new yoga instructor...

Ryde Rass: Whoa, hold on, pimpin'. Shut the hell up.

Jazmin gets up, glaring at Zayda with hatred in her eyes. She then picks up Erica again and hair tosses her to the opposite side of the ring. Jazmin goes to pick up Erica but as she bends down Bethany suddenly slaps her back and steps through the ropes. Jazmin looks at her in anger but Bethany completely ignores it and takes Erica off her hands. Jazmin has no choice but to return to the corner and let Bethany take over the match, which she does proudly. She sends Erica sailing into the ropes and dropckicks her when she bounces back. Bethany executes a beautiful standing moonsault onto Erica but doesn't go for the cover. Instead she puts her foot across the throat of Erica and chokes her, smiling smuggly and waving out into the crowd, acting much more bitchy than usual. As Erica coughs and screams that she can't breathe, T.C. finally forces Bethany to let up and she does so with a kick to Erica's head. Bethany keeps things going as she leaves Erica where she lies and heads up top. She leaps into the air and lands right on Erica with a perfect splash. Bethany covers Erica.

One...

Two...

Thre..Zayda comes in with the save yet again.

David Wright: Wow, Erica is getting tossed around like a rag doll in there.

Ryde Rass: I'm saying though. You'd think she never trained before. This shit's crazy!

David Wright: Although Bethany is still a little upset about what went on in her match with Jame Matthews last week. I'm not surprised to see her being so aggressive.

Bethany runs over to Zayda and slaps her in the face but as she turns to leave Zayda grabs Bethany by her red hair and drags hair right out of the ring, letting her slam on the floor outside. Once Bethany falls Zayda proceeds to stop the hell out of her, not to piss her off, but more so to wear her down for Erica Banks. Zayda lays a few more stomps to Bethany before picking her up and rolling her back into the ring. She is now just as sluggish as Erica. Erica begins making her way to her corner as Zayda stands on the ropes, reaching out for the tag. However, Bethany grabs on to Erica's ankle, not allowing her to go anywhere. She then slowly gets to her feet with Erica's ankle still in hand and drags her back to the center of the ring. Bethany begins a slow airplane spin and gradually picks up speed before releasing Erica...but on the wrong side of the ring! She lands right under Zayda who wastes no time tagging herself in. Zayda quickly hops into the ring and goes straight for Bethany, spearing her down to the mat and pummeling her with fists. Bethany does her best to battle back but the fresh Zayda is too much for her. Zayda lifts Bethany by the hair and tosses her into the ropes. She hits her with a vicious clothesline right across the throat and when Bethany comes to her feet, Zayda nails her again. The crowd is completely behind the Philly native as she continues to beat the hell out of Bethany.

David Wright: Uh oh, looks like Jazmin Starr wants in on this action.

Ryde Rass: So do I!

Jazmin jumps into the ring and starts full speed ahead in Zayda's direction but Zayda's boot connects right with her jaw! She's on fire! The fire men need to return! She goes back for Bethany and Erica is standing on the ropes wanting to get back into the ring. Zayda flags her off and obviously trash talks her for getting her ass kicked all over the ring. She throws Bethany into the corner and thrusts her shoulder right into Bethany's midsection. Zayda then plants her in the center of the ring with a snapmare and is about to go for a pin until Erica changes her position and tags herself back into the match. Zayda is furious! She and Erica begin arguing back and forth right in the middle of the match. Throughout the chaos Bethany is slowly dragging herself towards her partner. Erica Banks suddenly shoves Zayda and the spiritual diva fires back with a punch right to Erica's jaw! Erica flips over the top rope and her face slams right into the steel steps! She's out cold! Zayda suddenly has a look of concern on her face as she stares at her fallen partner outside of the ring and doesn't notice that Bethany has just tagged in her partner. Jazmin sneaks up behind Zayda and rolls her up!

One...

Two...

Three!

David Wright: Whoa! Zayda was on fire and Jazmin just stole the match right from under her!

Ryde Rass: She has GOT to be mad!

The bell rings and Jazmin quickly jumps to her feet and jumps for join at her victory! Bethany in turn celebrates with her as a defeated and totally annoyed Zayda looks on in confusion.

- No Disrespect -

We go to the back now and to find Shara walking around backstage with an angry expression to her face. She starts letting out some curses as she continues her walking with determination, As Shara finally reaches where she was going the camera zooms in to the door of Star. As we all know that Shara is the cousin of Star, one of the bosses of PDW and the manager of Zayda. She looks at the door and starts knocking frantically, a few seconds later someone opens up the door, Although this person was not Star.

Shara: I'm looking for my cousin..Star? Do you happen to know where she is because I need to seriously have a few words with her about the proper way to treat my client.

???: Hold..hold down, First, Star is busy at the moment, And number two you don't come here acting like a girl who drank too much coffee knocking the door like a mad woman. You should practice what you preach and learn some damn respect as well ..before I teach you that myself!

Shara: Just who the hell are you to talk to me like that? Do you know that I am Star's cousin?

???: I don't care if you're the Queen of England. You will show me and Star some damn respect and act curtiously..that is if you want us to help you with whatever it may be the problem.

Shara: (Upset) And who the hell are you?

???: Well, I am Farah Jamison..co-owner of PDW, and if you have anything to speak to Star about, I am sure that I can help you with whatever is troubling you as well?

Shara: Farah, Well, okay..Look I'm just here because I don't appreciate the way that the virginal skank treated my client last week. Zayda is new to this game and she does not know how to take her disrespect the right way, so is best if Jazmin be put in check before she gets seriously hurt because I will not allow things to go down the way they are.

Farah: I can see that it has made you upset as well.

Shara: Is because I take whatever happens to my clients personally, and Jazmin has disrespected Zayda gravely..and we can't let that happen, so I was hoping that Star could do something about that matter.

Farah looks at her and she knows that this girl wasn't going to budge until she talked to Star or got what she wanted out of her.

Farah: Why don't we step inside my office and see what I can do..okay?

Shara: That's fine.

They both enter Farah's office and the scene fades.

- Let It "Rayne" -

We open up inside of the Dynasty Spectrum, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. To see Kirsta Lewis leaning up against the door frame, looking on at her partner Rayne Young sparing on his own a punch bag. He’s oblivious to the fact that Kirsta is watching on, as he has “It’s a fight” By 3 6 Mafia playing loudly.

The view over Kirsta’s shoulder is of a naked Rayne from the waist up, with a picture of Priest centered on the punch bag, as he swings left after right, after left. Sweat and tears pouring down his cheeks.

Rayne: SONUVABITCH!!!

With that he slams a right into the punch bag, with such force the chain holding it together breaks and the punch bag falls to his feet, as he collapses onto his knees. Kirsta runs over to him, and pulls Rayne to his feet and sets him over by the couch in there locker room.

Kirsta: Rayne, you’ve been told not to overdo it. Now for once listen to the people that love and care for you. I know you’re hurting babes, you’ve waited this long, another month or two won’t hurt!

Rayne runs a towel over his face and buries it in the towel, Kirsta seeing his agony puts a loving arm around him to attempt to console him, but provokes a reaction from Rayne, one Kirsta wasn’t expecting.

Rayne: You know what I’m going through? You only know, what I told you Kirsta, nothing more, nothing less. Don’t attempt to make out you KNOW what I'm going through, you don’t and I hope to god you never do. Your right though, I’ve waited far too long for Priest, now the waiting is over. I’m going to do something Tyler prevented me from doing in UCWF, and Kirsta you best stay away.

He stands to his feet, catching his breath as he does so and hastily walks out of the locker room. Kirsta doesn’t know what’s come over Rayne, and decides not to chase after him.

Julian Dark vs Kindred London

Jacob DeSanto: The next match is scheduled for one fall... Introducing first from Brooklyn, New York. He weights in at 228 pounds. Representing Explicit Content... KIIIIINDRED LLLLLOOOONDON!

-- 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.

Now where'd you get that platinum chain with them diamonds in it?
Where'd you get that matchin Benz with them windows tinted?
Who them girls you be with when you be ridin through?
Man I ain't got nothin to prove, I paid my dues
Breakin the rules, I shake fools while I'm takin a cruise.
Tell me who's your weed man, how do you smoke so good?
You's a superstar boy, why you still up in the hood?
What in the world is in that BAG, what you got in that BAG?
A couple a cans a whoop ass, you did a good ass job of just eyein me, spyin me

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

Ryde Rass: London looks to be ready to go 2 and 0 tonight here...

David Wright: I wouldn't put anything past Julian Dark though...

Jacob DeSanto: And his opponent... from Eagle Rock, California. Weighting in at 224 pounds... JJJJJJULIAAAAAAN DAAAAAAAARK!

"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.

Ryde Rass: Yeah yeah Yeah. Leave it to the white boy to be over hyped...

David Wright: Wait.. something's wrong...

Ryde Rass: Huh?

David Wright: Where's Julian?

Ryde Rass: Maybe he got scared?

David Wright: Doubtful... somethings up...

Back in the ring, Kindred is asking T.C. what's going on. She just shrugs as she motions for Jacob to introduce him again.

Jacob DeSanto: JUUUUUUULIAAAAAN DAAAAAAARK!

Suddenly Julian's music cuts out and the Dynasty Screen comes to life. We're backstage of the arena. As the camera turns a corner, we see Julian Dark leaning up against the wall. There's blood flowing down his face. It looks like there's 3 empty bottles of vodka laying there at his feet.

Ryde Rass: HE'S DRUNK!

As the camera keeps focus on Julian, we suddenly see Ash Bombay walk into the scene. He looks at Julian, and mellow dramatically acts "surprised".

Ash Bombay: Oh. No. What happened to... Julian? I guess...

Ash looks off camera then back at Julian.

Ash Bombay: I guess he will not be... able to... wrestle tonight.

Ash looks off camera once again, then focuses his attention on the camera itself

Ash Bombay: Start the 10 Count bitches!

The camera cuts to static and we fade back into ringside where Kindred is laughing. He looks at T.C. then says, "You heard the man.". T.C. is hesitant, but starts the count anyways.

One!

David Wright: This is despicable.

Two!

Ryde Rass: I know! Julian should not get drunk before matches. You're liable to pass out...

Three!

David Wright: Julian was NOT drunk. He got beat down by Ash Bombay!

Four!

Ryde Rass: Prove it!

Five!

David Wright: It's OBVIOUS!

Six!

Ryde Rass: Yeah. Julian was OBVIOUSLY drunk! Didn't you see the bottles of vodka laying around?

Seven!

David Wright: Ash is as guilty as O.J. Simpson.

Eight!

Ryde Rass: And O.J. got off scott free.

Nine!

David Wright: Doesn't mean he wasn't guilty.

Ten!

Ryde Rass: Doesn't mean he was either.

T.C. finally calls for the bell.

Jacob DeSanto: And the winner of this match by 10 count... Kindred LOOOOOONDON!

The fans start boo'ing loudly. Kindred doesn't know how to take it, but he just shrugs it off and rolls out of the ring. He heads up the ramp and goes backstage.

- Victim of Circumstance -

The camera opens up backstage of the Dynasty Spectrum. We're positioned at the end of a long hallway, that lined with doors. As the camera is rolling, we hear one of the doors open. About halfway down, we see Explicit Content's own Kurupt Loc. He's dressed in all blue from to toe. He's just exiting what looks to be his cellphone. He's walking towards us talking.

Kurupt Loc: Nah Ash. I got this. No worries.

Suddenly, from behind Loc we see a black man, wearing a white baseball cap turned slightly to the side; attack Kurupt with a stiff shot to the back of the head, sending him to the floor. The man begins stomping on Loc's back with his Timbalands. Loc quickly rolls out of the way after a few stomps and is able to grab the man's leg, tripping him. Both of them attempt getting to their feet, but the unknown man is a bit quicker and tackles Kurupt back down to the ground, laying into him with stiff rights and lefts.

Unknown Man: Grab his fuckin' hands Jake.

Just then, we see Jake Matthews walk into the shot with a smirk on his face. In his hands are a pair of handcuffs. He quickly drops down and slaps on of them around Loc's wrist. He secures the other one to a pipe running up the wall. The Unknown man climbs to his feet with a smirk.

Unknown Man: Bitch ass nigga.

He unknown male kicks Loc against the side of the face, causing a small amount of blood to fly from his mouth. Jake leans down and gets close enough to Kurupt, but far enough away where he's out of swinging range. Jake squats there, a huge smirk on his face.

Jake Matthews: Where your boys at Loc?

Jake glances back at his "friend" who is leaning down, picking up the cellphone Loc was talking on. He hands it to Jake, who looks at the ID screen. Jake smiles again as he places the phone to his ear.

Jake Matthews: YO! Bombay My MAN! What's goin on pimpin? Shut it bitch, I'm tryin to talk. Anyways, yeah; me and Loc were just havin a little conversation. Yeah, he's kinda busy, I'll have him call you back.

Jake tosses the phone to the side and looks back at Loc who is trying to wiggle out of the handcuffs.

Kurupt Loc: I'MA FUCKIN' KILL YOU!

Jake shakes his head as he leans in and pulls the blue bandanna up from his neck and places it in his mouth.

Jake Matthews: Shhh. I talk, you listen. You see, I got a problem with Bombay... and you? You're just a victim of circumstance. You just happen to of aligned yourself with the the numero uno man on my hit list. This is just business... you should respect that bein' from the streets and shit. This is my hustle. My warning shot. Ya'll wanna mob? I can mob too.

Jake points back at his friend, who's standing there behind him with his arms crossed across his chest.

Jake Matthews: You see? I got friends too. That's my boy Nikkon. One of South Philly's finest. He's also the newest member of Miracle Boy Inc.

Jake smirks as the man now known as Nikkon adjusts his hat with a smile as he looks on.

Jake Matthews: So next time you see Bombay... let him know I'm lookin' for him... and I'm not alone this time.

Jake then suddenly smacks the piss out of Loc, sending him into a frenzy. He's screaming, but it's muffled by the bandanna in his mouth. Jake stands up and motions for Nikkon to check him. Nikkon walks over and begins going through his pockets. He pulls out a roll of cash and smirks.

Nikkon: Plesha doin' bidness witchya homeboy..

Nikkon then sarcastically taps the side of Loc's face with the rolled up bills before walking out of the shot, leaving Loc all alone. The camera then fades back to ringside.

Jake Matthews vs Priest

Jacob DeSanto: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, at a weight of 238 pounds, from Houston Texas...PRIEST!!!

"Passive" by A Perfect Circle hits the PA system. As Priest steps onto the stage, the crowd gives him a mixed reaction. Stopping in the middle of the ramp, Priest glares into the crowd with a sinister smile. As the opening guitar riffs start to kick in, the lights in the arena flicker on and off as flaming pyros go off. After a couple seconds, Priest twists his neck to crack his spine and heads down the ramp. Once he gets to the ring, he removes his black sunglasses and taunts tossing them into the crowd, but doesn't. He sees a child walks over to him, and acts like he's going to give it to him. But instead of giving them to the child, he drops them to the floor and stomps on them.

Ryde Rass: Rude mothafucka. I'd beat his ass if he did that to my kid. Good thing I don't want kids because I'd fuck somebody up.

David Wright: Yeah, it's a good thing you don't want kids because I'd feel sorry for them.

Ryde Rass: Oh don't get me wrong. I've planted a lot of seeds. Those bitches just know not to let 'em grow.

Jacob DeSanto: And next, from Stillwater, Oklahoma and weighing in at 240 pounds...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 awaiting in anticipation on who they know is about to enter the arena.

#Now what the hell are you waitin for
#After me, there shall be no more
#So for one last time, make some noise

The fans suddenly explode into cheers as a figure makes his way out onto the stage. He's wearing a red hooded sweatshirt, with his head looking down.

#Who you gon' find doper than him with no pen
#just draw off inspiration-tion
#Soon you gon' see you can't replace him
#with cheap imitations for DESE GENERATIONS

The camera quickly zooms in on the figures face, as he lifts his head, revealing none other than, Jake Matthews. Pyros explode all around the stage as the hood flies off of his head. Jake smirks as he looks around the arena.

#I've become so numb
#Can I get an encore, do you want more (more...)
#I've become so numb
#So for one last time I need y'all to roar
#One last time I need y'all to roar

Jake makes his way down the ramp, slapping a few high fives on his way. He rolls under the bottom rope, and pops up to his feet rather quickly. He faces the entrance ramp and climbs to the second rope.

David Wright: And here is the man who defeated Bethany Windsor at the first Disclosure last week. She doesn't seem to be taking that loss too well.

Rass Ryde: Man, who gives a damn about Bethany? He got Star pregnant, David! STAR! The woman of my dreams and this fool shot off in her. I had to shed a tear when I heard that.

David Wright: Whoa, whoa, Ryde! For one, don't talk like that. And two, Star Lithegos is not pregnant! Where do you people get that from?! You don't talk about your boss that way. Especially not her!

The bell rings and immediately Jake starts moving back and forth nailing Priest with quick jabs, backing him up into the ropes. Jake then dropkicks him and Priest bounces off the ropes and falls flat onto is face on the mat. Jake hits Priest with a standing moonsault and then goes for a quick cover.

One...

Two...

Priest kicks out, caught totally off guard by the attack.

Ryde Rass: Jake is trying to make light work of Priest. We all know how much respect he has for the dude. Absolutely none.

David Wright: I don't think that's true.

Ryde Rass: What? Shut up! The world doesn't care what you think.

Jake pulls the gigantic Priest to his feet and starts laying forearms to him. Priest goes for a clothesline that Jake dodges and then catches Priest with a neckbreaker. Keeping up his pace, Jake bounces off the second rope with a spring board dropkick. Priest stumbles backwards but doesn't go down. He gives Jake an evil glare as if to say his kick wasn't shit. Jake simply shakes his head and downs Priest with a dropsault. The fans cheer wildly for the Miracle Boy as he goes for Priest once again. He starts pulling him to his feet and Priest surprises him with a closed fist to the face. Jake falls backwards and Priest hauls himself to his feet. He goes to whip Jake into the opposite corner, Jake tries to reverse it but Priest holds on to Jakes hand and pulls him into a strong clothesline. Jake goes back up and Priest nail s him with a huge Haymaker right hand. Jake goes down again but quickly stumbles to his feet. Priest charges but Jake catches Priest with a drop toe hold. Priest’s face slams into the top turnbuckle. He stumbles backwards and gets nailed with a dropkick to the back of the head from Jake. Jake takes Priest down with a bulldog and then quickly goes to the top rope.

David Wright: Jake is dominating this match so far but it doesn't look like Priest is going to give up that easy. He is, after all, a "legend".

Ryde Rass: Naw, that's what Jake's bulldog just told him. That was Jake saying without words "Legend? I got your legend, bitch!"

Priest gets to his feet and Jake leaps off the top rope only to get a big boot to the face. Jake crashes hard to the mat and then rolls to the arena floor looking as though he was out cold. Priest slides out of the ring and grabs Jake, pulling him to his feet. He gives the thumbs down sign and then goes for pulling piledriver. Jake tries to block it but Priest nails him with a forearm to the back and then lifts him up. Jake manages to catch Priest and reveres thee move into a Hurricanranna Both men go down as the referee gets to a count of 5 on them

6….

7…

Jake manages to roll back into the ring to break up the count. He waits for Priest to get up and then runs leaping through the ropes and nailing Priest with a suicide dive. Jake slides back in the ring and climbs t the top turnbuckle again. Priest gets to his feet and Jake leaps off the top turnbuckle only to have Priest pull a camera man in the way. Jake lands hard with his head bouncing off the camera.

Priest grabs Jake who was now busted open and rolls him back in the ring. He climbs in and then goes to the top rope as Jake stumbles barely able to get to his feet. Priest leaps off and nails Jake with a flying lariat. A sadistic smile forms on Priest face as he pulls Jake up . He whips Jake ino the corner and then charges in behind him nailing Jake with a strong clothesline. Jake falls face first to the mat and gets a knee drop to the back of his head from Priest. Priest pulls Jake to his feet once more and then tosses him over the top rope. Jake holds on to the rope and manages to land on the ring apron. Priest doesn’t see Jake as Jake goes to the top rope. He waits as Priest turns around and then leaps off nailing him with a Missile dropkick that knocks Priest backwards and through the ropes to the outside.

Ryde Rass: 'Bout time. Jake was in there gettin' his feelings hurt by Priest.

David Wright: These men can't seem to keep the fight in the ring.

Jake gets to his feet and falls back into the corner as Priest come s back in. He runs at Priest leaping up and nailing him with an enziguri, knocking Priest face first to the mat. He rolls Priest over and goes for a pin but Priest kicks out even before a one count. Before Priest could get up Jake grabs his leg and locks in Lockdown (ankle lock) Priest yells out but manages to twist his body sending Jake through the ropes to the outside once more. Both wrestlers get to their feet slowly. Jake climbs up on the ring apron only to get hit with another big boot that sends him flying off the ring apron and crashing into the floor. Jake stumbles to his feet and tries to climb in the ring again. Priest goes to grab him but Jake grabs Priest by the head and drops off the ring apron , snapping Priest neck off the top rope. He slides in the ring and crawls over covering Priest

One…

Two…

Priest kicks out throwing Jake across the ring.

David Wright: Priest with the strong kick out. He's indeed the more powerful competitor. For his second his power will be enough to take out Jake Matthews.

Ryde Rass: Yeah well I think Jake needs something. He's walkin' around thinking he's the shit because of whatever he was caught doing with Star.

David Wright: You're just jealous.

Ryde Rass: Bite me.

Jake gets up and charges at Priest only for Priest to grab him around the throat. Priest picks Jake up but Jake manages to drop down behind Priest. Priest tries for a back elbow but Jake ducks it and runs for the ropes. Jake comes off the ropes and duck a right hand by Priest by sliding through his legs. He leaps on the second rope and tries to nail Pries with a back elbow but Priest catch him. He tries to nail Jake with a Full Nelson Slam but Jake breaks free and out of nowhere nails NMN(superkick) Both men go down and look to be exhausted as the referee begins to count.

1…

2…

3…

4…

5…

6…

Jake gets to his feet and looks at Priest. He goes to nail Priest with a standing moonsault but Priest gets both knees up. Jake lands hard and then falls to the mat holding his stomach. Priest gets up and pulls Jake to his feet. He nails him with a knee to the stomach and then takes him over with a swinging neckbreaker. Priest goes to drop a leg drop across Jake but Jake rolls out of the way. Both men are slow to get up but Priest is first catching Jake with a European upprercut that sends him back into the corner. He charges in after Jake but Jake manages to get both feet up in the face of Priest. He comes out of the corner and nails Priest with a Double Arm DDT and then calls for NMN .Jakes backs into the corner and waits as Priest gets to his feet. He goes for NMN but Priest catches his foot. He spins Jake around and then hooks his arms before sending Jake crashing to the mat with a Full Nelson Slam. Priest covers Jake.

One…

Two...

Three...Jake manages to get a shoulder up!

David Wright: Whoa! I thought it was over right there but I don't think Jake's pride could take being defeated by Priest with the way he talks about him.

Ryde Rass: What the hell is Priest doing in there? Stop playing with that boy! This is not a game!

David Wright: He knows that!

Priest gets up and turns his attention to the referee T.C. Paine for a second. Jake takes advantage, nailing Priest in back of the knee. Priest stumbles away holding his leg but Jake nails him with a dropkick to the knee that sends him crashing to the mat. Priest gets to his knees and Jake nails him with NMN360 (Pele Kick). Jake goes to the top rope but is a bit slow allowing Priest to grab the ropes and shake them. Jake falls across the top rope. Priest begins nailing Jake with right hands and goes to throw Jake off the top rope. Jake holds on to the turnbuckle and manages to drive Priest’s head into his knees. Priest stumbles away and Jake leaps off the top rope going for a crossbody. Priest caches him and then runs, going for a powerslam that Jake quickly reverses into a hurricanrana into a pin!

One…

Two…

Priest kicks out , but not in time.

Three!!!

Priest rolls out of the ring and falls out on his back with is hand in the air as the bell rings. Jake gets to his feet inside and the super hot referee T.C Paine raises his hand in victory.

David Wright: Great match! These two men put on a show tnight! Another win for the Miracle Boy.

Ryde Rass: Yeah, yeah, yeah. When's the next match?

David Wright: Now you're the hater...

As Jake celebrates his victory, Priest begins to get to his feet, and stalks Jake.

Yeah
Yeah
We ain't playin' wit cha
We ain't playin' wit cha
Step yo ass up
What chu wanna do
Get yo ass knocked down
What chu wanna do
Get ready
What chu wanna do
Rayne muthafuckin...Young
Let's go (wassup)
Yeah
We ain't playin' wit cha
It's goin' down

It's goin' down (screams)

The crowd rises to it’s feet in anticipation, as Priest turns Jake around and tries to attack him, but he’s distracted by a huge roar coming from the fans. He looks to the ramp to see Rayne flying down the ramp and sliding into the ring.

Jake stands in the corner looking on as Priest drives his size 13 feet into the head of Rayne as he slides into the ring. He doesn’t back down, as Rayne pokes Priest in the eyes and unleashes a flurry punches sending Priest to the ropes, hanging on for dear life. Rayne hits him with a standing dropkick sending the big man, over the top rope to the floor below.

A pumped up Rayne, hots the crowd up further as he gestures for Priest to comeback for some more. But he hightails it out through the crowd. Jake still in the corner smirking, as Rayne turns around and raises his eyebrow towards him, as Jake just smiles at Rayne. He exit’s the ring and walks around the ring, to the announcers table and grabs a mic, before walking back towards the rampway with mic still in hand, crowd cheering for more.

Rayne continues his walk up the rampway, and stands still on the stage just as he raises the mic to his mouth.

Rayne: If y’all missed the memo, let me remind you right now. Rayne Young is here! And Priest, this time Tyler isn’t here to protect your sorry ass. One Last Stand, big man. You and Me! It’s coming, and there’s fuck all you can do about it.

He throws the mic off the stage and storms back through the curtains, to backstage.

The camera cuts to Michael Mercer backstage, lying in the hallway and sneaking in some stomach crunches before the main event. In the distance, Savon Sem can be seen walking down the hallway in the direction of Michael and the camera, and once she spots Michael it's fairly obvious she's somewhat worried about heading over. However, he takes a deep breath and approaches anyway, mic in hand as she stops in front of Michael.

Savon Sem: Ahem... hello, Michael.

Michael brings his legs back and kicks right up to his feet. One of his gloved hands brushes his long and stringy black hair away from his face as he grins at Savon.

Michael Mercer: 'Ey, hot stuff. Long time no see, yeah?

Savon Sem: ...yeeeah.

Michael Mercer: Lemme guess. Ya wanted ta skip all the flirtin' an' get right down ta business; ya wanna know what I'm thinkin' right before my match tonight, eh?

Savon Sem: Yes, I suppose I do.

Smirking, Michael takes a deep breath before he begins to speak.

Michael Mercer: Well then. Where do I begin? I mean, so much has happened in the past week. I sent some bitch packin' after I smacked her around some, I got paired up with a partner who I don' even know, and Ashleigh Collins did her best Vasquez from Aliens impression, right down to the yelling and screaming like a male with a frog in their throat, and even capturing Vasquez's own blatant look of an illegal alien. I mean, am I wrong when I say that Ashleigh Collins may very well have a bigger penis than her tag team partner?

Savon Sem just stands there, mouth agape, unable to utter so much as one word; looks like Michael's broken her for the second week in a row.

Michael Mercer: C'mon, now. Sure, my accent may cause those at home ta be beggin' for subtitles every now an' then, but at least I sound- and act- my gender. And not for nothin', unlike her, I even <i>look</i> my gender. Stand this woman Ashleigh next to the other women in PDW. Like yourself, Savon, or any of the three bosses, hell, throw in my tag partner Latrisha, too. Ya stand all of them next ta eachother; if someone were to sing 'one of these things is not like the other', I guarantee you a bunch'a little kids will run up to Ashleigh, grab her hands and call her Monkey Man for the next five years.

Savon immediately covers a laugh with her free hand, the other one still shakily holding her microphone up for Michael to talk into.

Michael Mercer: Obviously this... woman- I'll call her woman for now- isn't a nice person. Her brain don' seem ta be all that big, either. She can't stick ta one subject fer more than ten seconds without jumpin' ta somethin' completely random, an' when she does, she handles the transitions as gracefully as a fat man playin' Dance Dance Revolution. I suggest she never says anythin' in her promos ever again, because while I may be hard ta understand ta those like her who are mildly retarded, I have one edge over her as far as mic skills go- a skill I'll even mention slow and clearly so even she can understand it. Unlike her, I am EN-TER-TAIN-IIIING.

Slowly, Michael reaches a hand up to rub his forehead.

Savon Sem: Uh... are you alright, Michael?

Michael Mercer: Huh? Oh.. yeah.. just got a migraine. It happens sometimes when I'm having to explain to idiots why they should continually be thrown on the short bus every single day. It's like leadin' a horse ta water an' makin' it drink, almost, except the horse wouldn't be considered a douche bag.

Savon Sem: ....is that all?

Michael Mercer: Nope, just got one more thing to say, an' this will go beyond the stupid jokes I jus' cracked, I swear.

A rare, but genuine look of seriousness enters Michael's eyes, as he glares coldly into the camera.

Michael Mercer: Ashleigh. Reginald. Prepare ta lose. I ain' come ta this company ta be embrassed by a pair of punks, an' I sure as hell ain' gonna sit down an' take either of ya lightly. Ashleigh wants me ta not go easy on her? I can handle that; but after tonight, she is gonna wish she kept her mouth shut. Even her man had the common sense ta not talk badly of me, because y'know what? Now I'm angry. An' ya wanna know somethin' else? I've just been given another reason why I ain't gonna lose tonight... why I will go through the worst... an' why I will never. EVER. Stop. E nomini patri, et fili, e spiritu sancti. Amen.

Michael wastes not one moment after that before he storms off screen, leaving Savon Sem speechless once more as she stares after him.

Latrisha Lamarte & Michael Mercer vs Ashleigh Collins & Reginald Johnson

Ryde Rass: Now we go to the main even of the night. We have Ashleigh and Reginald teaming up tonight against Michael Mercer and Latrisha Lamarte.

David Wright: That’s right and I’m intrigued to see how all of this will turn out.

Ryde Rass: Well, I’m not so sure about that, I mean Latrisha be looking straight up like a clown and..Well..I am scared of clowns.

David Wright: Let’s just go to Jacob.

We go to the ring now and see Jacob standing in the middle of the ring. He takes the microphone to his hands as the fans cheer for the main event of the night.

Jacob DeSanto: The following match is scheduled for one fall, Stepping out from The Bronx, New York. Weighing in on 221 Pounds..he is 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.

If there was a single day I could live...
A single breath I could take...
I'd trade all the others away.

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.

The blood's on the wall, so you'd might as well just admit it
And bleach out the stains, commit to forgetting it

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.

You're better off empty and blank
Than left with a single pathetic trace of this
Smother another failure...

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.

Lay this to rest, console yourself
You're better alone, destroy yourself
See who gives a fuck, absorb yourself
You're better alone, destroy yourself

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.

Jacob DeSanto: And his partner for this night. Weighing in on 131 Pounds, She Hails from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada. She is…LATRISHA LAMARTE!!

Ryde Rass: Oh no..here she comes.

David Wright: Will you calm down Ryde!

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 ropes before walking over to her and Michael's respective corner.

Ryde Rass: I want my mommy.

David Wright: She really does look like a scary clown with that makeup. I wonder what she did to Amaya to have gotten her that pist.

Ryde Rass: I don’t know, but I don’t want to find out either…

Jacob DeSanto: And their opponents for this match. In a combined weight of 447 pounds..They are ASHLEIGH COLLINS AND REGINALD L. JOHNSON!!!

The lights go down at Let’s Go by Trick Daddy hits and the video screen lights up. We see Maria walk from the back with a mischievous look on her face as she places her hands on her hips and looks over her shoulder. Soon we see Ashleigh emerge much to the crowd’s approval. She raises a brow at the crowd as she gives them a smirk before stopping next to Maria. Finally Reginald makes an appearance he looks at both women before nodding towards the ring. Maria loops arms with Ashleigh as the three walk down to the ring. Reginald slides into the ring as Maria walks up the ring steps while Ashleigh stops at the end of the ramp. Reginald holds the ropes as Maria climbs into the ring. Ashleigh runs and jumps up on the ring apron grabbing the top rope and throwing her self back causing silver glitter to shoot from the ring posts as Reginald and Maria look on. Ashleigh jumps over the top rope landing on her feet as Reginald climbs up on the turnbuckle. Reginald and Ashleigh both jump up on a turnbuckle as Maria stands between them yelling out to the crowd “It doesn’t get any better” Reginald and Ashleigh jump down off the turnbuckles as Maria climbs out off the ring. Ashleigh jumps up on the turnbuckle and sits as Reginald stands in front of her and looks to be talking as they wait for the match to begin.

T.C Carter now can be shown in the middle of the ring trying to tell the team how the match was to go about, but just as she started getting some words out, Latrisha out of nowhere spears Ashleigh Collins to the mat floor and then goes to get on top of her. Reginald stands there watching as Latrisha mounts Ashleigh taking hold of her hair with both hands and start ramming her head hard down to the floor. Reginald tries to separate them, but just as he goes toward them Michael Mercer comes with a dropkick to the face of Reginald sending him over the top rope. The fans like what they see so far and start cheering on for the match. Michael sees a downed Reginald on the outside and waits for him to get to his feet, and just as he does he then goes for a suicide dive taking out Reginald for the time being.

Ryde Rass: Damn this match is getting physical.

David Wright: And this is just the start of the match.

We go to the ring now and we see Latrisha has Ashleigh on a corner now punching her on the side of her face as well as getting in some stiff kicks to her stomach. Latrisha goes to slap her in the face now and then follows it with ramming her head on the turnbuckle furiously. She places her on the top rope and then goes for a Belly to belly suplex, But Ashleigh was able to free herself from it and wiggles free by sending Latrisha crashing down the mat hard. Latrisha looks furious from the ground floor and gets up quickly to go back to work on Ashleigh; But Ashleigh sees her coming and leaps from the second rope with a spinning kick on Latrisha.

David Wright: Ashleigh is fighting back now.

Ryde Rass: What she should do is get the fuck out of that match with that damn clown.

Ashleigh now picks up Latrisha with both hands holding on to the green colored hair and gets some forearms in before nailing a beautiful implant DDT hitting the face of Latrisha hard to the mat. Latrisha holds her face from the pain and Ashleigh looks at her with a smile, she then gets on top of Latrisha and starts to scratch her eyes out with her sharp nails. T.C goes to get her to stop this but Ashleigh pushes her off. After being satisfied with her work, Ashleigh picks up Latrisha by one arm and sends her to the ropes; As Latrisha comes back to her Ashleigh kicks her in the gut and then follows it with her “X-Spot (X-factor).

David Wright: These girls are showing just how capable they are in this ring.

Ryde Rass: I still say that Ashleigh should get the hell out of there now that the Clown is down.

Ashleigh goes for the cover...

One…

Two…

Just as she was about to get the three count, Latrisha kicks out of it just in the nick of time. This infuriates Ashleigh who goes on top of the ropes; she signals for Reginald and then nails her “Gettin Dirty” Swanton Bomb on the downed Latrisha. Ashleigh then picks up Latrisha not wanting to cover her for the pin again. She picks her up forcefully by her hair and then sends her to the corner post hard. She goes right over to her with a running splash; But Latrisha kicks her with both legs stopping the attack from Ashleigh. Latrisha takes a deep breath and then picks up Ash with an aggressive manner and then puts her in the spot she was just in.

Ryde Rass: See..see I told you she should have ran, Now the Clown is mad.

Latrisha now rams the head of Ashleigh hard on the turnbuckle nonstop before T.C tells her to stop it. But the damage was done and Ashleigh takes her head in pain, but just as fast she then is met with a Kick to the midsection followed by a hard face slap. Latrisha seems furious now and wants to take out all her anger on Ashleigh. She swings her to the other side of the ring and quickly nails a running splash to the body of Ashleigh, who falls down to the mat right after. Latrisha walks around the downed Ashleigh like she’s hunting before she picks her up by the hair forcefully. Latrisha looks at her in the face and then slaps her back down again. Ashleigh holds her face now and looks up at Latrisha who could scare a child right about now with all that makeup.

Ryde Rass: It’s like watching the movie it. I feel bad for Ashleigh right now.

Latrisha goes back down, but is quickly met with a forearm to the side of her stomach by Ashleigh. Ashleigh goes for the move again, but Latrisha kicks her in the face, Latrisha picks her up by the hair and nails a DDT, followed by a Running Leg Drop to the neck of Ashleigh. Latrisha smiles at this and then goes over to taunt the man she faced and defeated last week. Reginald looks like he wants to get inside the match, But Latrisha signals for a “No no no” making him upset. Latrisha now turns around to Ashleigh and kicks her in the midsection for good measure. She then takes hold of her hair and swings her to the ropes following it with a Hurricanrana. Ashleigh hits the mat floor and Latrisha goes for a crossface hold on the downed Ashleigh.

David Wright: Ashleigh looks to be in pain right about now, so I don’t know if she’s going to be able to keep holding on.

T.C Carter goes to check on her and see if she wants to give up, but Ashleigh is holding on. Reginald can now be shown in his Corner cheering on Ashleigh to resist it. Michael as well is shown now looking on as Latrisha applies more pressure to the hold. Ashleigh looks like she’s passing out cold. But then coming from the ropes Reginald kicks Latrisha on the side of her head stopping the hold, Michael gets out from his corner to attack Reginald, but T.C gets in his way before he could reach Reginald, who by the way now picked up Latrisha roughly and delivered a Cradle Piledriver taking her out. Ashleigh weakly covers her, But T.C was distracted by Michael who was still inside the ring. She hears the screams of Reginald telling her that Ashleigh was covering Latrisha, So T.C turns around to go count..but Michael takes Ashleigh off stopping the count from happening.

Ryde Rass: I know the men are desperate to beat the crap out of each other.

David Wright: I’m sure.

Both Ashleigh and Latrisha look out of it, so they both start crawling to their respective corners. Ashleigh though gets to Reginald first and tags him in. Reginald runs to Latrisha and nails an Elbow drop on her before she could tag in Michael. He then picks her up by the hair and nails her with a Arn Anderson style Spinebuster followed by a Overhead belly to belly suplex. Michael looks pists at this and wants to get inside, but once again T.C Stops him from coming in. Ashleigh now who was recuperated gets inside the ring. Reginald and her swing Latrisha to the corner post right after.

Ryde Rass: That’s cheating. Even if they were just trying to take out that damn clown!

Ashleigh then climbs to the top and Reginald places Latrisha on top of his head. Ashleigh then goes on to leap from the top rope with a Clothesline taking out Latrisha. Michael looks like he seen enough and pushes T.C out of the way leaping on top of Reginald. He gets some punches and then picks him up by his collar, he then sends him toward the ropes. Ashleigh tries to get involved but like usual T.C stops her from moving. Reginald comes back toward Michael who nails a Perfect Superkick to the face of Reginald. The fans go nuts now as Latrisha gets up from the floor and spears Ashleigh right out of the ring. They both land to the outside where they start to fight like wild cats. Back to the ring, Michael just nailed Reginald with a DDT and went on top whe he executes his signature “Absolutely Merciless” on Reginald; He gets off him and starts screaming like a mad man that T.C even forgot he was the illegal man in the ring.

David Wright: This match is getting out of control!

Ryde Rass: You know from this angle Latrisha looks pretty good, but then you see her face and you want to cry like a baby after he got his candy stolen.

Latrisha now managed to get on top of Ashleigh, She Picks her off the floor and swings her to the steel steps, Ash crashes them hard and you could see that she was hurting. Latrisha gets back inside the ring after and then officially tags in Michael Mercer in the match. He goes to work on Reginald who was in a corner trying to catch his breath, but just as he was getting up from the ground, Michael nails him with a running spear. He climbs on top of him with some punches to the side of his head and then gets off him to follow that with a kick in the midsection. Reginald takes his stomach in pain, but again he has no time to recuperate as Michael executes a Lionsault right after another. Latrisha from her corner cheers Michael on, He looks over to her and signals for her to get inside the ring which she does. Michael picks up Reginald and holds him up for Latrisha, who starts to slap him in the face like a mad woman.

Ryde Rass: The clown is loose!

David Wright: Would you shut up with that all ready?

Ryde Rass: How can I when we have a clown inside the ring, I mean this is wrestling not a freaking circus.

Latrisha exits the ring now and Michael goes to work on Reginald, But Reginald manages to catch him off guard with a roll up. Although Michael kicked out of it by the first count, Reginald takes this minor altercation and pokes the eyes of Michael, her swings his body to the ropes for more force and comes back with a running Clothesline, Michael lands on the mat hard and Reginald picks him quickly and sends him crashing to the ropes, he goes over with a Jumping Knee smash and then nails an uppercut to the face. He then places Michael on the top rope and then tags in Ashleigh. Reginald knew that Michael hated to fight women so he was going to use this to their advantage. Ashleigh gets inside and climbs the ropes; she gets on Michael and hits him with a “Cherry Bomb” Frankensteiner, Ashleigh smiles at Reginald, and then goes back to the second rope where she nails him with a leg drop.

David Wright: This match has impressed me beyond believe, these two teams really want to have the win and seem like they won’t give up without a fight.

Ryde Rass: What this match needs is some naked women and beer to make it the perfect match of all time!

Ashleigh tags in Reginald again, she holds on to Michael for Reginald who gets in a stiff kick to the midsection. Michael kneels down from the pain and Reginald uses this for his next move, Reginald then comes back with a running knee smash to the face of Mike causing blood to spur out from the lips. Latrisha looks worried in her corner and starts getting the fans involved to cheer for Michael. Reginald places Michael in an STF hold and T.C quickly goes to see if he wants to end this. Reginald begins to apply more pressure on the hold a Michael starts weakening down, Latrisha looks worried from her respective corner and decides to get herself involved as Michael looked like he was going to give up. She goes to the face of Reginald and gauges his eyes stopping the hold. Reginald holds on to his face and then out of nowhere Latrisha nails him with a dropkick to his legs, She then goes over to the corner of Ashleigh and elbows her out to the outside.

Ryde Rass: Once again. THE CLOWN IS LOOSE!

Michael gets up from the floor now and wipes the blood from his lips. He goes to help out Latrisha next who Reginald had placed in a corner where he was laying her out with some punches and kicks. Michael goes over to them and starts getting some punches as well on Reginald who just tried to cover himself from the hits. Ashleigh now comes inside the ring and push Michael off, but Latrisha kicks her in the back of her head as she was having a verbal spat with Michael. Latrisha then takes Ashleigh and throws her out of the ring, Reginald now gets off the floor and attempts to attack Michael, But Latrisha low blows him before he could get any hits. Latrisha then picks up Reginald and nails him with her “Absolute Perfection” finisher. Ashleigh now gets back inside the ring and out of nowhere takes out Latrisha with her “You Make Me Sick”. Michael looks on and sees that her partner was out cold and that now it was only him and Ashleigh.

David Wright: Let’s see what he’s going to do now that it’s only just them.

Ashleigh pushes Michael, but he looks like he doesn’t want to hit her. She pushes him again and he stays the way he was, Ashleigh smiles now and then kicks him down where it hurts the most. He falls down to the floor and Ashleigh comes back with a dropkick to his face. Ashleigh then jumps the ropes and nails her “How We Do” (west coast pop) on Michael follows it with “The Makeover”..she goes for the cover, But Latrisha stops it from happening now that she was up. Although Reginald now was up himself and took hold of Latrisha by the hair and disposed of her by sending her crashing hard unto the outside. He then goes to work on her by throwing her against the barricades where she hits them hard. Inside the ring though Ashleigh looked like she was going to leap from the top rope, But Michael finally having enough nails Ashleigh with a punch to the face. You could tell her didn’t want to fight her, but had no choice in the matter as Ashleigh looked ready to take him out. He sits on the top turnbuckle while still having Ashleigh standing on the second rope in a double under hook, in a Pedigree like setup. He then sunset flips, Ashleigh’s back flips with him before it's turned into a sit out face buster on the mat floor.

Ryde Rass: Holy shit..He just nailed her ass out with his “Laid to Rest” Finisher.

David Wright: That has got to hurt.

Michael goes for the cover and Reginald tries to get back inside the ring, But Latrisha hold on to both his legs stopping him from getting back inside the ring.

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Two…

Three…

Just barely Michael and Latrisha get the victory for this match as neither team seems to want to give up. Latrisha now lets go of Reginald and crawls inside the ring, she looks down at Ashleigh who was laid out cold and smiles at this. Reginald then takes Ashleigh out from the ring by the legs trying to keep her away from harm as Latrisha seemed she wanted to attack the downed Ashleigh. Latrisha laughs maniacally as T.C. grabs her hand and Michael's, raising them both in victory. Suddenly Latrisha snatches her hand away and kicks Michael in the nuts!

Ryde Rass: Damn, I can't stand that bitch. What she do that for?

David Wright: Well, she said she doesn't like partners. I guess she's just showing that.

Ryde Rass: What a way to end the night.

The camera cuts to Latrisha Lamarte walking up the ramp and smirking at her confused partner back in the ring. The PDW logo flashes across the scene and we fade to black.