Jim O'Brien & Hellrazors vs. Claude Puissant & The Lost Girls:
- Claude Puissant gets the victory for his team, pinning Jim O'Brien 1-2-3.



We're in the New Yorker Hotel, just outside the bathrooms, actually. Outside the men's room door is Kissy Danger, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. She sighs.

Kissy: Hey, Michael. Are you almost done in there?

A voice from inside the bathroom hollers out at her.

Michael: Yeah, just gotta wash my hands...

We hear running water and the door finally opens, the big, slopey-browed brute known as Michael Mawler comes out of the bathroom and smiles at Kissy.

Michael: See? I wasn't too long.

Kissy: Pfft. YOU weren't waiting out here!

Michael: Sorry, Krystal.

Michael bows his head and looks sullen before Kissy pokes him playfully in the ribs.

Kissy: Oh, I'm just givin you shit, Michael.

Michael smiles at this. They start walking down the hall together.

Kissy: I gotta tell ya, Michael, I'm REALLY excited about coming here to TSW! This is my big chance, y'know?

Michael: It's why I brought you here, Krystal. I think you can really work out some of your aggression beating up these wrestlers here.

Kissy: Well I sure as hell don't get it working for you. I still don't know why you hired me, Michael.

Michael: I can't fight! You know that! What if someone bigger than me tries something? I'd be dead meat!

Kissy: Dude, seriously... who're you gonna find that's BIGGER than you?

Michael: ... it could happen.

Kissy laughs and shakes her head. They stop at a set of double doors.

Kissy: Well, time for the show!

Michael opens one of the door and makes a sweeping gesture.

Michael: After you!

Kissy: Thank you!

Kissy skips through the door, followed by Michael, and it shuts behind them.




PW: Up next is a first in Tri-State Wrestling folks.

ET: You’re going to be quiet?

PW: No, a Full Intensity Wrestling Championship will be defended not only outside it’s home promotion, but in a T-S-W ring!

ET: I wonder if that masked freak is ready for the Tri-State fan-hey! Who the heck are you?!

TM: *Hic* …I’m here for the match!

PW: Phew, you smell of aging rum and jack dani…wait a second, aren’t you Thomas Moore?!

ET: The guy they canned?

TM: *Burps* …Don’t remind me…


JC: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is our semi-main event of the first anniversary event of Tri-State Wrestling! It shall be contested under Full Intensity Wrestling rules and it shall be for the F-I-W Undisputed International Chapionship! This scheduled match has been granted by FIW management and Mister Woods a one hour time limit and the official for this contest shall be Tony Clarke!


ET: What the hell?! Tony Clarke?!

TM: You didn’t expect them to actually let one of your buffoon of a referees handle this, did you?

PW: Can you please put that can of beer away?

ET: Yeah, no drinking in the announcer booth Moore.

TM: Screw you guys! Do you know what it’s like to get ignored for Hitchen? They choose that Brit over me! Me! What does Hitchen have besides a loose mother?!

PW: Oh lord…I think Thomas is crying now…


A soft yet haunting tune begins to play over the P.A. system as a man’s voice rings out…

”Journey with me
Into the mind of a maniac
Doomed to be a killer”

The lights become a soft blue as the soft yet haunting tune slowly becomes distorted and it takes a few moments for it to clear up. Once it does, it sounds like it has seemingly transited from one melody to another as a new man’s voice sings.



As soon as the last word is uttered the music picks up and the quick paced yet harmonic song “Simple Survival” kicks in. Jeers shower the arena from the fans packing it as they await the arrival of the man.



Within the sea of humanity a small reaction from people on the bottom level occurs, many of them trying to make it to a center point within the sea. Slowly a figure becomes visible in with all of these FIW fans, a figure that is getting a heated welcome. The enigmatic masked man pushes his way through them, making it to the fencing. He leaps over it and slides into the ring, the Savior of Sorrow soaking in all of this hatred. Onikage sits in the corner as he leans his head back against the middle turnbuckle, the FIW Undisputed International Championship around his waist.


TM: I remember when this bastard was on TNT getting his ass kicked by a Russian and a woman, and a Minister of Awesome…I miss those days…

PW: …Any ways, the fans here at Tri-State Wrestling don’t seem to be taking too kindly to him.

ET: Why should they? He’s apart of the corporate machine.

TM: Hey, he’s calling *hic* Jason over to him…

PW: What could he want with our ring announcer?

ET: Looks like he wants the mic…


Indeed he does as he tells the ring announcer to give it to him; Jason tries to argue but the masked man just snatches it from him. To a chorus of jeers he shoves the ring announcer away from him and looks towards the entrance way.


Onikage: Get out here already, we have some business to discuss my feline friend.


Carefully, as to not break the mic as he does so, he gets to his feet and undoes his wind breaker, draping it over the top rope.


The lights stay on bright as Remain Untamed hits. Energio jumps out from behind the curtain with his plastic kitten mask on.



Energio charges to the ring in and zig zag slapping hands with the fans before sliding into the ring only to penguin slide from one ring apron to the other



Enerigo slides off the apron into a handstand, flips up onto his feet and slaps a few hand and messes with hair and stops to looks at the ladies. Energio removes his mask and gives it to a young fan before jumping back onto the apron and slings over the ropes near the corner and lands on the middle turnbuckle, with a signal from the champ, EG’s music is cute prematurely.


PW: It looks like the champion wants to say some thing before the contest…

ET: I thought that’s what the promos on TSW.com were for…

TM: *Hic* Probably wants surprise butt sex, seeing as both are freaks.

PW: …Further proof why drinking is bad for you kids.

ET: Stay in school too.

TM: *Hic* Fu-*burps*-ck you two!


The foul mouthed kitten drops from his perch, twirling in mid-air to face the Savior of Sorrow from across the ring. FIW’s Undisputed International Champion mockingly applauds his soon to be opponent’s entrance much to the surging of the fans in New York.

Onikage: What I want to talk to you about is a very important matter concerning you, or, at least I would hope it would be. You see what I wish to discuss with you Energio is…your wrestling career.

A few mummers echo through the Tri-State fans and a puzzled look dashes over Gatito’s face and rightfully so. Ever so slightly the Straight Edge Artist leaves his corner, perhaps out of cautious only leaving it a few steps away.

Onikage: I’ve been in the wrestling business for quite a few years now and have quite a few years of experience under my belt. Thanks to my brother having connections, I was able to start at the tender age of seventeen. From that day forward I tried to make my living off of this sport and tried to survive. I’ve done a lot in my seven years in the business, a lot more than most can say they’ve done.

Slowly the masked oddity paces around his corner, looking out at the fans packing the New Yorker and looking back at Energio ever few moments.

Onikage: I’ve battled in arenas most of the wrestlers in the Tri-State locker room only wish they could get the chance to or get the chance to again. During my time I’ve been around men that were like deities amongst mere mortals to the fans. Times where I dined with fellow competitors in other countries like we were Kings and a feast fit for one served to us. Bearing witness to men with so much money from wrestling in this business that it is mind boggling to a normal person.

The mummers fade and there is a light cheer for this, but not a whole lot as Energio looks unimpressed. A light smile passes over the facial features behind the leather mask for a moment before without warning it darkens.

Onikage: But I’ve also seen the horrors this life can bring about for a man with a passion. Money that is blown out the door thanks to legal and illegal substances that lead those poor souls to an early grave. The pressure to succeed eat away at men’s hearts and minds until they are left nothing but empty shells with nothing to lose but another kind of shell they put in the barrel. Men ravage their bodies in and outside the ring due to the strain and lust of it all overwhelming them.

An uncomfortable silence falls over the room as Onikage lowers his head, strands of his hair falling into his masked face. For the first time since he started he stops and Energio actually seems slightly phased.

Onikage: I’ve wrestled in this place before, oh sure, it was not Tri-State Wrestling and it was not in this exact building, but it’s all the same. I wrestled in front of tiny and medium sized crowds in buildings that are better suited for other things. My body has been put through unspeakable tortures by others and myself all for the joy and entertainment of some elitist prick who thinks I don’t sell enough. Numbers of injuries over the years for the simple goal of making it, of leaving places like this.

New York’s fans revive their jeers from earlier after the last two sentences are uttered from his lips. He whips his head back, his mane like multi-colored hair flies back and out of his face as he glares out at all of them.

Onikage: You see, I was under the delusion like so many others are that if you produce enough good body of work, good things will happen. It wasn’t until I went to Full Intensity Wrestling that I realized the truth. The truth of the fact is that no matter how good you are, you don’t have a connection, you don’t have shit. All you have is some false sense of accomplishment and broken down body parts.

His eyes burn with a fire made of rage and intensity, those piercing black eyes stare a hole into Energio Gatito.

Onikage: That is why I am going to do some thing that no one ever did for me, and some thing Wolfgang has never done for you. I will give you that life line to pull you in and save you from the dark and cold abyss of mediocrity. Whichever you wish to consider me, I’ll be your angel or your devil with a silver tongue. I am giving you the connection you need to finally make it big.

Gatito’s eyes grow wide and the fans’ jeers intensify as they know what is coming now.

Onikage: I am offering you a multi-year contract with Full Intensity Wrestling that is quite a lot more than what you get here. The only catch I ask of you is to drop this contest, so we may do it when we are both F-I-W Wrestlers. Abandon the shackles of the filth ridden independent wrestling scene and come join us. Leave this N-G-I-W lite and it’s hard to please fans in your past.

Suddenly a fan stands up and starts applauding, and cheering the Straight Edge Artist in the front row. He tries to get a “Onikage” chant going but the other fans shoot him down and resume their jeering.

Onikage: What do you say?

The outsider strides across the ring and stops just a few feet from his potentially no longer foe, offering a hand shake. TSW’s loveable and foul mouthed kitten stares down at the hand and ponders the offer for a few moments. Already the fans are trying to tell him to not shake the hand, but he ignores them as he thinks it over. Reluctantly he extends his hand and goes to shake Onikage’s, only to slap him across the face and send him stumbling!

Onikage: Wrong choice…

With that only partly picked up over the micro phone the masked oddity spins around and nearly knocks Energio’s jaw clear off with a roaring forearm. He tosses the micro phone to the side and Jason scurries from the ring as Clarke calls for the bell.





Capitalizing on it the Savior of Sorrow delivers a rapid fire of forearm strikes to the jaw line of the smaller man, hitting six more in all until Energio’s against the ropes. Viciously he drives a knee strike into the mid-section of Gatito while in the ropes. As he is trying to get air back into his lungs, Onikage grabs a hold of his wrist and throws him out of the ropes. When he’s done bouncing off of them and returns the masked oddity grabs him by the throat, lifting him into the air and dropping him down into a backbreaker!

ET: The Triple X he calls that one!

TM: *Hic* No dummy, he calls that one lower case X, bigger case X, lower case X!

PW: That would be three Xs.

ET: Which makes it triple the normal amount of Xs.

TM: …I hate you all.

PW: Wonderful, he’s crying again.

Amazingly Energio kips up to his feet and before the other masked man can react he grabs him and whips him into the corner. TSW’s fans know what is coming and cheer him on when he sprints towards the corner. At the last possible second he flips through the air and right into the waiting arm of the champion that hooks him. Using his own momentum against him Onikage brings Energio down back first onto his knee!

TM: *Hic* Oh wait! I know this one! I know this one! This one is…*hic*…erm…*burps*…I forget…

PW: Good grief! The Spinal Shock as he calls it!

ET: Energio’s come back was killed before it ever got started!

TM: *Hic* Well…*hic* He’s fighting a superior athlete, what can you do?

PW: I’d argue that point as I think Energio could very well beat Onikage.

ET: At this rate it won’t be tonight that he does.

The underdog twitches on the canvas and looks like he is ready to break into convulsions as the champion oddly kneels down. New York City’s fans jeer when the Straight Edge Champion extends his hand to offer to aid Energio up. With one trembling hand Gatito lifts it up towards the man he brought to Tri-State Wrestling. His hand moves up past the hand and instead his fingers flick Onikage in the face defiantly.

PW: I’m not sure how smart of a move that was.

ET: He’s got balls, no one can argue that.

TM: *Burps* Balls are useless unless you are getting a Mexican hooker to juggle them as she goes down on you in a back alley.

PW: …Why does it sound like he’s speaking from experience?

ET: Do you really want to visual him with his pants down? I sure as hell don’t and thus will ignore that comment.

TM: I will my chica…*Hic*

Gradually the expression behind the leather mask contorts into fury at being mocked like that by Energio and he drives his elbow right into his face. Rather than pulling away, he wraps his arm around the foul mouthed wrestler’s hand in a front chancery, rolling him over. Then he proceeds to lift him up just enough to start ruthlessly driving the point of his knee caps into Energio’s face. Clarke cringes along with the fans as just one after another the knee strikes meet the Gatito’s features.

ET: Now he’s showing a bit of his mixed martial arts background.

TM: *Burps* Bah, there were a bunch of guys with MMA backgrounds back in my day in FIW…

PW: But this isn’t FIW, this is TSW.

ET: I think he’s starting to lose it…

TM: Quiet you Hitchens! *Burps* I see what you are up to! *Hic* Plotting to get me axed again!

PW: I think you’re right…

He keeps going until a crunch echoes through out the New Yorker and a gasp soon follows as crimson stains Onikage’s black knee pads. A puddle of red liquid drips down onto the matt and soon is a decent size below the two of them. Tony watches closely as Energio’s body starts to fall limp and looks ready to call the bell. But as soon as the caring champion sees this, he stops his knee strikes abruptly.

TM: Uh…Is it over? *Hic*

PW: No, it looked like we were going to get a referee stoppage, so I don’t understand why Onikage stopped.

ET: I do, he wants to humiliate and inflict more on Energio Gatito.

TM: Ugh…I think that sandwich I had is coming back up…

PW: Goodness! Some one get him a trash can quick!

ET: Too late! God! The smell!

Gently the Savior of Sorrow lifts Energio up by his crew cut hair and scoops him up onto his shoulder, and starts jumping. Due to bleeding from the mouth and the face so profusely Gatito becomes some thing of a human blood fountain. It splatters across the canvas, the turnbuckles, the ropes and Tony Clarke as he suffers in the Canadian backbreaker. As the signature finishing touch of the maneuver Onikage drops down to a sitting position, causing the smaller man’s limbs to jerk from reflexes.

PW: The Flavor of the Hour has caused the entire ring to be stained with Energio’s blood!

ET: Now we not only have a puddle of blood in the ring and Thomas Moore passed out in his own vomit, the ring is stained with blood!

PW: I hate to be the dry cleaner that has to get that out of Tony’s referee shirt.

ET: No kidding.

With a splash Onikage dumps Energio Gatito into the puddle of blood, letting him lay there face down in it. He gets back up to his feet and grabs the foul mouthed feline by his pleather pants, bringing him up too. Carefully he places him in a standing head scissors position and pauses to flip off the fans to jeers. In the blink of an eye he hooks both arms and brings Gatito up and then back first down onto his knee.

ET: Now the Flavor of the Day!

PW: He is just destroying Energio Gatito!

ET: The bastard might be trying to end his career!

PW: It would be a shame if such a young man’s career was snuffed out so early on!

FIW’s Savior of Sorrow drops down to one knee and pulls his smaller foe back up to a sitting position long enough to intertwine their arms. Quickly he wraps his legs around Gatito’s waist in a leg scissors and he falls back on his side. Clarke kneels down beside the two men as the fans plead with Energio not to submit. After a few seconds though it is all she wrote and the young man taps his hand against Onikage’s arm.

PW: For Whom the Bell Tolls and it tolls tonight for Energio it seems!

ET: Darn, it really would’ve been awesome to see a Tri-State Star win the belt!





PW: He put up a decent fight, but in the end, the more experienced wrestler dominated the proceedings.

ET: Ah well…


JC: Your winner by submission and STILL FIW Undisputed International Champion…OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNIIIIIIIIIKAAAAAAAAGE~!!!


”Simple Survival” starts over the sound system to the fans singing along to it in jeers as the masked oddity releases the hold. He gets up to a knee as Tony Clarke presents him with the championship, and upon his instructions, straps it to the champ’s waist. Onikage gets to his feet and Clarke raises his hand in victory while the fans continue to jeer. FIW’s masked wrestler looks down at the bloody heap that was Energio Gatito before the match.

ET: Yeah guys, I don’t like it either.

PW: What’s this? Onikage’s asking for the micro phone again?

The music dies down and he saunters back towards the middle of the ring with the micro phone in hand a smug smirk on his face behind the mask. His championship shimmers in the Tri-State Wrestling’s lighting, much like Gatito’s blood he is staring at.

Onikage: Perhaps I was wrong about you Energio…

He takes a moment to act like he is catching his breath, which incites more jeers and unflattering chants from the crowd.

Onikage: Perhaps you aren’t as good as I thought you were and perhaps you truly are Wolfgang’s protégé’.

Impressively Energio looks like he’s trying to sit back up but the masked oddity lightly pushes him back with the bottom of his boot, causing him to topple over again.

Onikage: Well now, since I barely broke some thing resembling a sweat with that match…

Further booing from the fans, though he ignores it when he turns his attention to the ramp way and walks towards the ropes nearest to it.

Onikage: Is there any one in the back there that is enough of a challenge and has enough honor to actually come out here and face me?! Is there any one within this festering bile of a roster that can have the pride to take a risk?!

He keeps his eyes focused on the ramp way though points back at Energio’s lifeless body on the mat, the puddle of blood around him growing.

Onikage: I did that to a man that, while having a bond with me by being a fellow student of the same teacher, disrespected my kindness and me. Do any of you have the courage to face what awaits some one that I would show not a shred of mercy to?!

At first it is faint, then subtle, however it gradually grows through out the crowd until it is the entire crowd chanting it.



The smirk on the Straight Edge Champion’s facial features only widens, unveiling his canines as he looks out to the crowd.

Onikage: Sorry, I already beat him.

This brings about the jeers raining down upon him once again, which he just shrugs off and looks towards the isle, waiting patiently. Suddenly the jeers shift to cheers and the fans look like they are about ready to riot in excitement.

PW: What is going on?! What has gotten these fans so rowdy?!

ET: I have no clue!

Without warning a figure hops over the guard rail and rushes into the ring, he stomps right into the center of it. From behind his mask he glares a hole into the back of Onikage’s head as he stands over Energio Gatito.

ET: Oh my god! It’s the man that helped the legendary Kitten Mask train Energio, it’s-

PW: FIW’s very own Xtreme Kitten! Xtreme Kitten is in a TSW ring! What in the world is he doing here?!

The sudden change brings the Savior of Sorrow’s attention away from the entrance ramp and out to the fans. He looks at them like they are idiots as he wraps his head around what they are cheering about. Nonchalantly he turns around and his eyes grow wide when he sees Xtreme Kitten threateningly pointing at him. Xtreme Kitten charges right at him and goes for the Cat Kick, but the champ ducks out of the ring, narrowly avoiding it!

PW: Listen to these fans! They are going nuts! They want Xtreme Kitten and Onikage to go at it right now in that ring!

ET: The freak just narrowly avoided the Cat Kick too!

Now out of Xtreme Kitten’s reach Onikage smirks once again and even cackles at his former best friend for missing him. The former UIC back pedals a bit until he is beside Energio, kneeling down and checking on the man he helped train. He keeps looking back up, glaring at Onikage who is backing away from the ring. New York’s fans near the guard rails throw things at the Savior of Sorrow and hurl insults his way as he laughs at them.

ET: He is making it out of here still champion, even if the fans aren’t happy about it.

PW: I still can’t believe we have Xtreme Kitten in a TSW ring!


I AM THE ECHO OF YOUR PAST


ET: No way! No fucking way!

PW: We all know that piece of a song from a certain wrestler’s entrance theme!


Inside his sockets the masked oddity’s eyes look like basket balls after hearing that song start over the sound system. The fans’ frenzy only continues and Onikage clenches his eyes shut and grits his teeth, muttering some sort of curse under his breath. He turns around to face the entrance ramp and there he is. Towering at six feet and seven inches, and weighing in at two hundred and eighty seven pounds, with his arms crossed over his chest is Jim O’Brien!

PW: It’s Jim O’Brien! It’s Jim O’Brien!

ET: Those two men that had a lengthy history in FIW are a mere feet away from each other!

PW: This in insane! We have Xtreme Kitten in the ring, Onikage on the walk way, and Jim O’Brien on the entrance ramp!

ET: And Onikage is cornered like a rat!

O’Brien glares down at the FIW Undisputed International Champion, apparently not finding humor in his sarcastic remark from earlier. The champion looks between the ring and the ramp way, almost looking like he’s considering which the worse poison is. His ghosts from his past both look ready to throw it down with him right here, right now. But like always with a man like him, Onikage sees another option, he hops over the guard rail.

ET: What the hell?!

PW: Onikage just went into the sea of humanity that is New York City’s fans!

ET: I don’t think there is any thing resembling humanity about New York City natives…

PW: I’d disagree but none the less he is getting away!

Like a bat out of Hell Jim O’Brien storms down from the entrance way and over to the guard rail, trying to see if he can catch up. Likewise Xtreme Kitten leaves Energio’s side for a moment to walk over to the corner nearest to where Onikage jumped. Though neither have any luck as the championship and he have already disappeared. A medic, shortly followed by Jim and a few other wrestlers enter the ring, helping XK with Energio.

PW: This has been an insane night ladies and gentlemen and we have only one more match left!

ET: As much as I am psyched for Keith verse Priest, hopefully Xtreme Kitten can get revenge on that slime ball Onikage leaving out the back door with his belt!



And like that, the deafening silence is smashed to oblivion as the
Scorpions song 'The Zoo' slices & thrashes its way over the PA to much
dismay & suprise from the New Yorker Hotel crowd. The drums kick in & the
beat slows down, playing the main riff.

Out of the back walks an older man, early 50s perhaps. His dark brown
hairline is a tad on the receding side, his beard has a grey or two hair
appearant in it. He's dressed nicely in a navy blue suit minus the tie, with
the top couple buttons undone. Carrying a breifcase in one hand, he
powerwalks down the entryway to the ring. Once he reaches the steps, he
walks up them & climbs into the ring.

The Mystery Man gets a microphone from a stagehand at ringside. He taps the
mic once, twice which cues the song to cut from over the PA. It does, and
the man brings the microphone to his lips.

????????: "Ladies and gentlemen... It may be a little belated, but
welcome to the New Yorker Hotel in Manhattan!"

Cheap pop. But hey, it's a pop.

????????: "Now, for those unaware as to who I am... My name is Ben G.
Brossart. I'm known across the midwest as the owner of several restaurant
chains, four car dealerships, over thirty years of realting experience...
Needless to say, I know my way about operating a successful business. It,
along with my lifelong passion for Professional Wrestling, deemed me most
qualified to Joshua Woods to become Tri-State Wrestling's Comissioner!"

Erm... Yay? The crowd doesn't seem that into the whole idea of this yuppy
as TSW commish.

Brossart: "And my first act as Commissioner, upon orders straight
from Joshua Woods... is the re-introduction of the T.S.W. Pure Wrestling
Championship!"

Whoa, what?! Now he's got everybody's attention.

Brossart: In this breifcase in my hand contains the Pure Wrestling
Championship, which has sadly not seen the light of day since it's
suspension. It has been inside of this very breifcase on the desk of Joshua
Woods. And I, for one, have waited long for this day to come for the Pure
Wrestling Championship belt to come back into active competition! And what
better way for it to come back than-"

"Time 4 sum aksion" hits off as Claude comes down the entranceway with a huge grin on his face. Inside the ring, Bossart looks around just as startled as the crowd from this unexpected visit from TSW's resident bully. Claude rubs his chin with his thumb and index finger as he quickly makes his way up the steps to the apron. Claude doesn't waste any time as he enters the ring and walks towards the confused commish. Claude starts jawing something happily as he grabs a hold of Bossart's hand shaking it firmly. And without realizing it, Bossart loses his mic to Claude who after taking a few steps back, waits for his music to fade out.

Claude: You have no idea how happy this makes me. Finally, this company has a title that will actually mean something here in the TSW. Both the TSW and Underground title are exactly the same, but the Pure title...man, this is just awesome. But wait, that's right. You need a fitting champ to hold that title, right? Well, I do know someone who is the last remnant of actual wrestling in today's age, someone who has kept his eyes on that title since he first saw it, a man who--you know what, you can announce my name after you wrap that belt 'round my waist.

Claude drops the mic as he turns his back to Bossart and raises his arms out high opening his waist for Bossart to wrap the title around. Claude smiles gleefully as Bossart looks around before bending down to pick up the mic. Hearing the sounds behind him, Claude loses his smile and turns around.

Brossart: Claude, you're one hell of an athlete, there's no denying that. You know it, I know it, and all of these people know that you are one of the most deserving individuals of this title.

The fans seem to disagree as they boo out loud for a while taking away Bossarts ability to be heard. After a while, the crowd silences enough for Bossart to continue.

Brossart: However, this title is too prestigious to just be given away to the first person who shows up. Therefore, it is my pleasure to announce that--

Suddenly, Bossart is silenced just Claude's Mark 2. Bossart goes down hard as Claude steadies himself in the ring. After regaining his balance, Claude looks down at the fallen Bossart and the briefcase that his hand rests over. Claude kicks the arm off and grabs hold of the briefcase as the fans leave him in a field of boos. Claude isn't finished though, as he stops and places the briefcase down on the mat. Claude smiles as he rolls Bossart on his front. From there, Claude stradles his back and places him in a full nelson followed by a sudden pull back into a full nelson camel clutch. Claude lets out a primal roar as Bossarts uncounscious body takes the punishment unknowingly. Finally, after refs invade the ring, Claude releases the hold and backs away grabbing hold of both the briefcase and the mic. Breathing heavily, Claude addresses not only the fans, but Bossart as well.

Claude: That...was for not...introducing yourself...to me.

Claude drops the mic and turns to leave the ring as refs check on the fallen commish. Fans continue to boo as Claude opens the briefcase pul;ling out the Pure Championship. Tossing the briefcase away, Claude holds the newly reinstated title high above his head.



Priest vs. Keith Williams:
- Priest retains after losing the first fall, but coming back to defeat Williams in the 2nd & 3rd falls.