Post by Non Compos Mentis on Nov 28, 2012 18:22:18 GMT -5
PCW Trauma: 124
Tuesday, November 27th, 2012
Live on E! from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina
MATCH ONE
Genesis Championship Tournament Quarter Finals
Genesis Rules
Andy D vs. "The Bear" Cory Steel
Referee: AJ Bennett
Details: The fans are cheering as The Hypest Hype fades, leaving Andy D to wait for his opponent. They do not have to wait long as “The Bear” comes charging in, diving into the ring. He stares at Andy D, but Andy does not back down and AJ Bennett rings the bell, signaling the beginning of the match. The two lock up in the middle, struggling for dominance, but Cory Steel gets the upper hand, and pushes Andy D away from him while backpedaling to bounce off the ropes. Andy D gets taken down with a clothesline, and Cory drops to make a pin. Andy D kicks out before the referee can even get down to the mat.
The Bear doesn't let up, picking up Andy D, but Andy D has other plans in mind, attempting to whip Cory into the corner. The Bear reverses it sending Andy D into the opposite corner, where Andy is now up on the second ropes to avoid the impact. However he doesn't expect Cory Steel to be right underneath him, and suddenly he finds himself on the bad end of a sit out powerbomb! Cory goes for the pin. 1....2.. kickout by Andy D. Cory looks to be frustrated, and he begins to stalk Andy D, waiting for him to get up.
Andy D appears to take his time, and as he gets up, The Bear goes for a spear. However Andy D is ready for it, and reversed with a perfectly executed DDT! The momentum changes as Andy D is now on top, going for the cover. He gets a two count before Cory Steel kicks out. The two rise to their feet, and Andy D sends Cory Steel into the ropes with a dropkick. With Steel on the ropes, Andy D goes for a clothesline, but Cory Steel steps out of the way, and they end up in reversed positions. Cory Steel wastes no time in going for a Big Boot, but Andy D moves out of the way, and unfortunately for The Bear, his legs goes over the ropes and when he comes back down, he lands unfortunately positioned on the ropes.
Andy D looks to capitalize and bounces off the far ropes, and he charges across the ring. He climbs the ropes and with an amazing show of athleticism, sends Cory Steel to the outside with a hurricarana! However, the position of the move left Andy D nowhere to go but straight down, and he joins Cory Steel on the outside, hitting the outside of the apron on the way down. Both men are gasping for breath on the outside, attempting to get up, but AJ Bennett can't start a ten count, due to the Genesis rules. Both men begin to rise, and it's Andy D on his feet first followed soon after by The Bear. The two exchange blows on the outside, neither one gaining an upper hand until Andy D staggers behind the weight of one of Cory's punches and The Bear lands a devastating spinebuster.
Cory gets up first this time, and pulled the fallen Andy D off the ground and shoves him forcefully into the ring. The fall to the outside has taken a lot out of both men, and Cory Steel takes a moment to recover against the apron. The Bear then slides into the ring, hoping to finish the match once and for all but is met with a Dragon's Bite! Unbeknownst to him Andy D had risen and was now on top of him, making the cover. 1...2...3..NO! Steel manages to get a shoulder up leaving Andy D shaking his head. He pulls his opponent up, and delivers a second Dragon's Bite.
Andy D drops to make the pin again, and this time, at the thirteen minute and thirty eight second mark, he is rewarded with a three count.
Winner: Andy D via Pinfall
Genesis of the Lucha Emcee
Details: ::”Bangarang” by Skrillex comes on in the arena and the blue boomarang with ‘Rikkashot’ written on it appears on the PCW-tron. The camera does a sweeping pan of the crowd, who seem indifferent for the most part. The track drops and a luchador dressed in a blue and white appears at the top of the ramp. In his hand he holds a retro-style microphone. His mask has a boomarang for a headpiece, and his belt sash also has a boomarang buckle. His mask doesn’t cover his whole face, cut off at his mouth. He raises the microphone now, and begins a simple rap.::
Rikkashot: P-C-Dub lemme hear ya say what? P-C-Dub lemme hear ya say who? Rikkashot in the house, lucha-rapper in blue!
::He starts jogging down the ramp, trying to appeal to the fans, who still have no basis with this unknown wrestler. Halfway down the ramp, he stumbles a bit, but manages to catch himself.::
Rikkashot: Yo I almost tripped, but I’m still on my feet. Everybody stand up and step to the beat!
::He reaches the ring and opts to use the stair, still waving and saluting to the fans. He climbs into the ring through the ropes, his foot getting caught on the ropes momentarily.::
Rikkashot: It’s my first time in a Pure Class Ring, I’m a dope emcee but I doubt I’ll ever sing!
::”Bangarang” fades and the arena is nearly silent, except for a few amused and cheering fans. Rikkashot stands in the middle of the ring, microphone in hand, before shouting:::
Rikkashot: Yo sound guy, lay me a fat beat!
::A beat of bass, hi-hat and snare begins to play; at the end of the each bar, a funky electric guitar lick signals the hit.::
Rikkashot: Yo, that’s tight. Here we go, here we go!
Lucha emcee ya’ll ain’t never heard,
But here I am repping Santa Fe, say word!
Movin’ like a tiger, soarin’ like a bird,
boomarang bangin’ and a little absurd.
Now I got a shot at the Genesis strap,
But I’m already champ of the lucha rap!
Say ohhh!
Say whoahhh!
Bangarangers in the house say whoahhh!
Inside the ring I’ll be rappin’ with precision,
Irish-whippin’ with speed and obscurin’ your vision,
High time for Rikkashot to prove his worth,
Microphone in hand from the moment of birth!
Wait ‘til ya’ll see me earn respect on the mat,
commandin’ the airwaves with a rata-tat-tat!
Say ohhh!
Say whoahhh!
Bangarangers in the house say whoahhh!
Can’t rap forever so it’s time for me to go,
Enjoy the next match and contemplate my flow.
::Rikkashot leaves the ring with the beat still going, walking up the ramp and trying to keep the crowd pumped.::
Say ohh! Say whoah!
Say ohh! Say whoah!
::He disappears behind the curtain and the beat resolves, leaving the camera to pan the fans before the next match.::
MATCH TWO
Singles Match
"Captain 'Murica" Areas vs. Machine
Referee: Steve Shaw
Details: “USA!?”
Areas roars from the top of the stage, as “Living in America” rips through the arena. Waving the American flag wildly, he stops for a moment to turn and point at the screen which is displaying a waiving American flag. Turning, he makes his way down the ramp while waving the flag proudly. He stops at the foot of the stage and exchanges some words with a fan before taking to the ring. It doesn’t take long for the hypnotic drum beats to silence the crowd as Machine steps out on to the stage, minus Usali, who is still recovering from the vicious assault from Areas at the previous Trauma. As Machine slowly marches towards the ring, all Areas can do is watch on as the crowd’s jeers are seemingly drowned out by the sheer intimidation factor of Machine.
Taking to the apron, he pulls himself up by the middle rope before stepping over the top – Areas wastes no time in rushing for the attack and Steve Shaw calls for the bell! Areas throws a series of clubbing blows on to Machine, trying to topple him from his position on the ropes but he is met with a forceful shove that sends him to the ground. Machine completes his step over into the ring and meets a rushing Areas with a headbutt that levels him. Areas climbs to his feet only to be put back down with a clubbing blow across his forehead. Rolling to his feet, Areas tries to stumble away but Machine is close behind. Areas turns and is met with a hard lariat – Machine looks as though he is thinking about going for the cover, but instead lifts Areas to his feet by his throat.
Directing him, he forces Areas into the corner and systematically begins to take him apart. Steve Shaw steps in close and watches as Machine exchanges shoulder thrust and back elbows freely. Taking a step away, he pulls on Areas his right arm and strong whips him into the other turnbuckle. With his long legs, he walks across the ring to met a rebounding Areas, bouncing chest first off the turnbuckle, he stumbles backwards and right into a waiting Machine. Reaching out, Machine grasps Areas’ head with his hands and begins to squeeze. The crowd seems solidly behind Machine, and Areas’ screams seem to be rivaling their cheers. Steve Shaw steps into check Areas, but Areas won’t quit….
“THESES COLORS DON’T QUIT!? BABY JESUS DIDN’T TAP!?”
Areas calls out, and begins to throw his right elbow back into the abdomen of Machine – they seem to tickle him. Releasing the hold, Machine grabs Areas’ right shoulder and spins him around – he grabs him by the throat! Steve Shaw steps in, trying to break up the hold, as Machine simply looks to be trying to choke he life out of Areas.
1…
Steve Shaw begins a disqualification count as Machine quickly lifts Areas into the air with a single hand! Still choking him, his free hand soon joins in.
2….
Machine walks forward, approach the turnbuckle while still trying to strangle the life out of Areas.
3…..
The crowd counts with the ref, seemingly with joy, enjoying seeing Areas in such a predicament, and as Machine approaches the corner he quickly tosses Areas into it. The grappler’s back hits the turnbuckles and his thrown forward. Stumbling out, he’s caught by Machine once more who joists him up into a bear hug. Shaking violently, Machine doesn’t watch to see if Areas is tapping – he’s simply trying to inflict pain. Areas begins to strike wildly at the neck and shoulder of Machine, Steve Shaw attempts to check on Areas but his pushed away. Areas begins to use his forehead as a weapon, driving it repeatedly across the brow of Machine before forcing the monster to let go. Dropping to the ground, Areas wastes little time before rushing forward and throwing his entire body into a front chop block that drops Machine!
The crowd seems stunned, but Areas doesn’t stop. Stumbling to his feet, he meets the slow rising Machine with several clinch-range elbow strikes to the side of his bead before applying a front neck choke with his left hand. He begins to throw knees and clubbing blows to keep the monster at bay, but Machine quickly throws Areas off. Areas, however, as other plans, and the moment he lands on his feet he rushes forward and catches Machine with another front chop block. Areas rushes to his feet and begins to stomp away at Machine’s right knee wildly before lifting the leg and dropping a series of elbows upon the knee cap. After three or so, he begins to circle Machine, stomping each limb as he passes it before going for the pin.
….
Machine kicks out, throwing Areas off of the cover as though he was a ragdoll. Areas scrambles to his feet and doesn’t allow Machine time to recover. Rushing in, he meets the rising Machine with a super kick square across his jaw – but it doesn’t put him down. Machine shakes his head, staggering, but not falling. Areas doesn’t even look stunned, with crazed look he steps back and hits another super kick across Machine’s jaw, then another, and another! Machine falls to all fours and Areas absolutely swamps him. Wildly and violently, his flailing blows fall across the fallen behemoth and soon Steve Shaw has to step in – the crowd looks absolutely stunned to see Machine in such a state. Areas looks to the prone machine with focus, and he quickly hits the ropes – a running knee strike across the face!
With Areas momentum and the sheer force of the blow, Machine hands and knees finally give way and he falls flat on the canvas. Areas looks to the top rope, and then to the American flag, and then begins to chant.
“USA!”
Leaning down, with a heave, he rolls Machine on to his back. Taking to the apron, and soon the top rope, he takes a moment to admire the flag before taking off and nailing the 450 splash and going for the cover!?
1….
2…..
3!
Before the ref can even call for the bell, Areas is to his feet and staring right into the camera with ferocious intensity.
“Usali, I’m coming for you, brother!”
Winner: Areas via Pinfall
The Vending Machine From Hell
Details: The scene cuts backstage to where Ace Anderson is stretching out, several feet away from a pair of vending machines. Kassandra Black, microphone in hand, approaches him. Ace stops stretching out his hamstring, and turns to face her as she begins to talk.
Kassandra: Ace, may I have a minute?
Ace: Of course.
Kassandra quickly clears her throat, and begins to ask a question.
Kassandra: You're involved in a very big match tonight that could have some implications in the title picture here in PCW. But you've got not one, but two opponents to go through tonight. What are your thoughts going into such a big brawl?
As Kassandra speaks, Darren "The Bomber" Hughes walks in unnoticed. He does not approach the camera, Kassandra, or Ace Anderson however. Instead, he approaches the vending machine. Seeing something he likes, he is seen clapping his hands with glee and purchasing an item. Meanwhile, Ace begins to answer Kassandra's question.
Ace: I'm not sure why you're talking about titles, Kassandra. I know Hughes has a championship match with Whitey Ford at Collision Course, but that's not my concern. For my whole PCW career I've been concerned with winning titles. Now I'm just concerned about winning matches, wrestling at my best, and gaining back some respect. If I get a title shot, I won't back down. But I'm not asking for it, nor am I expecting it.
Kassandra: So your focus will be solely on your opponents tonight. Any comments on Darren Hughes?
Ace: Hughes is unpredictable. While he's been making an ass of himself lately, calling out the roster and stealing Whitey's title, that doesn't mean I'll count him out. It doesn't mean I won't take him seriously in the ring. I'll treat him like I would any other opponent, and do everything I can to take him down and out. He'll be the one ducking for cover.
Ace nods with confidence. Meanwhile, in the background, Darren Hughes is dismayed to see that his item in the vending machine has gotten stuck. He shakes it once, but nothing. He shakes again, but nothing comes out. His mouth is moving, but while he can be seen perfectly in the background of the shot, his words cannot be heard over the men in front of the camera.
Kassandra: How about Scythe and his manager, Lucius Saint?
Ace: As for Scythe, I'm going to give him respect in the ring because I'd be a fool not to. But it doesn't mean he deserves anybody's respect outside of it. After our match last week there was no reason for him to attack Pegasus; if he wanted to establish his dominance, he had already done so. Even though Hughes stole the pinfall victory, Scythe did the real damage, with a bit of help from yours truly. Everything after that was overkill. I respect him as a competitor, but not as a person. I once tried to command fear for respect, and I know where that road leads. Scythe and Lucius Saint are trying to do the same: demanding respect from those in the locker room through fear of Scythe and what he can, and will, do.
A voice is heard off-camera, recognized by some as Lucius Saint.
Saint: You're damn right you should be scared, Ace...
Lucius Saint and Scythe appear, standing on the opposite side of a now uncomfortable Kassandra black. Scythe merely cracks his neck and stares down Ace Anderson, who is shifting his attention between Lucius Saint's smug words and Scythe's cold glares. Meanwhile, Darren Hughes is dismayed to see that his item in the vending machine has gotten stuck. He shakes it once, but nothing. He shakes again, but nothing comes out. His mouth is moving, but while he can be seen perfectly in the background of the shot, his words cannot be heard over the men in front of the camera.
Saint: Not that there's anything wrong with being scared, Ace. Scythe is a monster, and people are naturally afraid of monsters. Don't believe me? Ask Eira! And if you don't believe her? Ask her boyfriend, Murdoc. And if you don't believe him? Well...
He chuckles.
Saint: Ask Pegasus.
Ace glares at Lucius Saint, clearly not impressed. Darren begins punching and kicking the glass, but his item still has not fallen from the vending machine.
Saint: Your fear makes you human. While my client, on the other hand? He is anything but human! You are looking at the most dominant force in PCW history, you are playing witness to The Great Destr--
Ace: I never said I was afraid. I said you want me, and everyone else in the back, to be afraid. Afraid of what you'll make your monster do. But it won't work. You have to earn respect in PCW, Saint. And it's done by showing class. So far you've shown none.
Ace Anderson pauses as Darren Hughes becomes visibly frustrated in the background, flipping off the machine. Ace turns to Scythe.
Ace: I will never be afraid of you, Scythe.
Ace leans toward Saint, but Scythe cuts him off. Ace ceases paying attention to Lucius Saint, now staring at Scythe with serious intent. Darren briefly disappears from the scene, only to reappear throwing a two-footed dropkick at the machine. Coming several feet from the ground, he still is unable to break the machine's cover and hits the concrete floor with a thud. Because of the heated scene around the microphone, Darren's antics continue to be unnoticed.
Kassandra: Let's save it for the ring, gentlemen.
Lucius pats Scythe on the back, permitting him to step aside. He does so, and the head of Saint Enterprises straightens his suit jacket. He smiles briefly, and speaks.
Saint: One? Don't ever... EVER... interrupt me again, Ace.
His smile breaks, and morphs into a snarl. Darren suddenly snaps his fingers, walking away as he points menacingly towards the vending machine.
Saint: And two? You want to talk class? You want to talk professionalism? Do you know who I am? I am Lucius Saint! I am one of the most profound and respected businessmen in the entire world! I don't need to ask for respect, Ace! I earned it a long time ago when I inherited a kingdom, and turned it into an empire! By the way, I hear you're a betting man...
Saint's shit-eating grin resurfaces.
Saint: Feel free to stop by a Lucky Saint Casino anytime... it's on the house. You're going to have a lot of free time on your hands, when my client puts you in a wheelchair. You're washed up, Greatness. You're damaged goods, Ace. You're a shadow and a shell of your former self, and you don't have a chance in hell of defeating my client on Tuesday. Scythe and myself are ushering in a new era for Pure Class Wrestling... and this era doesn't have room for rusty old fools.
Scythe and Ace continue their stare down, as Saint grins and Kassandra shifts her shirt collar. Meanwhile, Darren Hughes again disappears from the scene, pointing down the machine and making a cutthroat motion. Without breaking eyes with Scythe, Ace Anderson points off in the distance.
Ace: You know where the ring is, so you know where to find me.
Kassandra: Aren't you guys forgetting about Darren Hughes?
Saint: Darren Hughes? The stoner with the bionic knees? Ace Anderson, a PCW Hall of Famer, will be reduced to a sniveling child with a scraped knee on Tuesday. My client is undefeated, and unstoppable... and you want to know what I think about Darren Hughes? Now, you mentioned title shots earlier. I'll have you know that--
All of a sudden, Kassandra shrieks and everybody turns to see Darren smash in the vending machine's glass with a folded steel chair. Shards hit the floor in silence, as everybody is quietly staring at Darren, who throws the chair down and opens his arms out wide, stepping to the vending machine.
Darren: That's what I thought!
Darren then turns to see his opponents and the PCW crew staring at him. He simply bends over to pick up a bottle of Yoohoo that had fallen from the mess. While staring everybody down nonchalantly, he shakes the bottle up, cracks the top, and walks away while taking a chug.
Darren: That's the stuff...
As Darren walks away, Lucius Saint, Scythe, Ace Anderson, and Kassandra Black are all silent, their heads turned. The camera remains on them for a couple of seconds before returning back to ringside.
MATCH THREE
Non-Title Tag Team Match
Murdoc (Tag Team ©) & Eira vs. Los Amigos Dos
Referee: Marcos Cruz
Details: "Apologize from the Sentinal" by Attila Ats reverberates throughout the arena. Eira and Murdoc enter as a single collective, but with a special sight this time: Murdoc leading Eira to the ring while chained and manacled with Eira holding the reins. Blindfolded, chained and bound. Only once they enter the ring is Murdoc let free from his bindings and allowed to move freely. On the converse, Los Dos Amigos show signs of slight reconciliation as they actually enter as one unit this week. Hesitantly, yes ... but together all the same. They enter the ring and warm up, staring down Murdoc and Eira until ...
DING DING!
The match is underway. Eira pulling Murdoc back by the hair, she wants to kick things off while Nacho is quick to take the opposing representation. Eira and Nacho face off, Nacho having the size advantage while Eira actually may have the speed on the still-quick Nacho. The two lock up and Eira quickly feints to his back, going for a takedown. Floating over the prone Nacho, she affects a rear mounted headlock to which Nacho easily powers up out of. Whipping her to the ropes, she uses the momentum and barrels into Nacho ... stunning him but not quite managing to take him down.
The two stare at each other and Nacho himself hurtles off the ropes towards her. Knowing a block would take her down, she expertly sidesteps and lets Nacho know the score as she takes his knees out with a low dropkick. As Nacho wriggles in discomfort, Eira immediately pounces and takes the affected ankle and proceeds to stomp the knee several times. Backing off only through referee intervention, Eira waits until he rises to a kneeling position before charging headlong. Nacho dropping back down, Eira misses her mark and races right by, giving Nacho enough time to recover and hip toss a returning Eira.
Working the kinks out of his knee, Nacho is met with Eira yet again and answered with another hip toss. A third is to follow and Eira rolls back to her corner for a quick breather. Nacho follows in ... and is met with a giant swipe of the hand from the ever-present Murdoc. Backing away to let the referee admonish Murdoc, Nacho moves in and Eira executes a picturesque drop toe hold into the second rope ... leaving Nacho to hang. The referee satisfied with warning Murdoc, he turns to check the state of the ring ...
... and Murdoc drops an elbow to the back of Nacho's head from the apron.
Kaard complains QUITE vocally, but when the ref turns to check ... all is well. For now. Eira rushes the ropes opposite Nacho and bounces off, springboarding over the top rope and meeting his face with her feet. As he rolls backwards in pain, Eira patiently waits for him to stand before leaping off the tope rope in at Nacho, attempting a hurricanrana that Nacho manages to stall long enough to swing Eira around and down to the mat with a bone-jarring thud.
Both attempting recuperation, Nacho thinks it wiser to tag in "The Adrenaline King" himself, and the pace is instantly quickened. Kaard rushes past Eira and bounces off the ropes, catching the rising Eira with a clothesline. Another clothesline ... and a quick pin attempt.
1...
2...
Kickout.
Eira slithers out from underneath Kaard. He picks her up by the hair and headlocks her. She escapes and takes his back, to which he responds in kind. Dropping to a knee, she snapmares him and starts a brutal neck wrench. Going down one further level, he slips to his back and rolls back, catching her neck with his legs and flipping her over him. She rolls through and charges Kaard. Still on his back, Kaard gives a modified Monkey Flip and she careens across the ring, even going so far as the tangle her legs on the ropes as she drops.
Sliding out onto the apron, Kaard rushes her and attempts a baseball slide but Eira instinctively hops to the second rope ... leaving Kaard to slide harmlessly out to the floor. No sooner does his feet touch does Eira launch herself backward towards Kaard but crashes and burns as Kaard, the thrill seeker he is, sees it coming at the last moment.
Kaard re-entering the ring, Eira struggles to recover outside as the referee counts the obligatory ten count. The crowd is cheering at near max volume, the display of athleticism going a long way in appeasing their hunger for competition. Nacho telling Kaard he's ready to return to the action, Kaard seems to ignore him and makes his way back out to gather up Eira ... who in turn smashes his head into the apron.
Kaard now attempting to clear the dust away, Eira rolls into the ring and manages to tag in the only man who hasn't seen action yet this evening: Murdoc. When Kaard slides into the ring, Murdoc is there waiting with a vicious elbow drop to the back of the head. He manhandles Kaard to his feet by the hair and literally hurls him towards the center of the ring. As soon as Kaard hits the mat, Murdoc staggers back and places an elbow right in the mush of Nacho Grande.
As he backs away from that corner, Nacho immediately attempts to enter the ring ... only denied by the referee. With the attention shifted away, Eira snatches Kaard's arms behind him and Murdoc begins to pummel his midsection unmercifully. The referee turns around and Eira is exiting, with Kaard on the ground and Murdoc towering over him. The action continues now, albeit at a much more slow, methodical pace ... Murdoc working over the weakened Kaard.
A momentary burst of speed gives Kaard the advantage as he forces Murdoc back into a neutral corner ... Kaard hopping up onto the second rope and blasting him with a surprise Gambler's Luck! Murdoc drops to his knees in the corner and backs away ... only for Nacho to Superman stretch in and slap Kaard on the back. He's tired of being a spectator and forcibly enters the match of his own volition.
The two get into a bit of a shouting match and before long, Murdoc is back upright and blasts both of them with a double clothesline. Both dropping to the mat, Murdoc quickly scoops Kaard up and having not seen the tag ... treats him as the hostile party and does an abrupt 180 and downs him with a vicious Double Axe Handle. Nacho taking the advantage, he grasshoppers his way to the top rope and smothers Murdoc with a top rope plancha followed by a cover.
1...
2..
..th-KICKOUT!
Nacho on a roll and the crowd firmly behind the masked sensation, he wades in ... keeping on the attack as he throws vicious shots to the body and head of Murdoc. Murdoc covering up as best he can from the flurry of shots, he's backed into the ropes. Nacho knows his only chance to defeat the monster is to wade in ... balls to the wall and pedal to the metal. He's got the big man reeling, now is NOT the time to play it safe. Murdoc finally relents under the constant barrage and drops to a kneeling position as Nacho backs off only to gain a sliver of his stamina back.
He drags the massive Murdoc to his feet and throws a few more solid haymakers before dropping Murdoc with a hurricanrana. Murdoc backfirst on the mat, Nacho nimbly hops to his preferred spot, the top turnbuckle and waits for Murdoc to move just an inch over ...
... when Kaard climbs to his feet using the top rope. Throwing Nacho off-balance, he slips and plummets towards the mat ... to which Murdoc answers with a heavy boot. Nacho staggering on Dream Street, Murdoc takes advantage and levels Nacho with Oblivion, that patented right hand that has claimed many a victim. Collapsing in a heap, Murdoc makes the cover as Eira rushes in to head off Kaard.
1...
2...
...3!
The bell rings and Murdoc climbs off of Nacho. Eira moves to him and beckons him to rise to his feet again. He does so in dominant fashion, placing a hand on Nacho's head and using that as a base to stand. Hair pulled again, Murdoc strains to continue the assault on the fallen masked man but is held back by Eira, resulting in them both standing victoriously in the middle of the ring.
Winner: Murdoc and Eira via Pinfall
A Major Monologue
Details: (The lights go out. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence as "Demons" by Sleigh Bells begins to play. As the guitars get louder, Rick Majors appears in the entrance way, the spotlight directly on him and no one else. He's wearing a dark green military jacket, brown jeans and a grey t-shirt.)
Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Rick Majors!
(Majors begins to walk down to the ring as the crowd is unsure how to react. He enters the ring and takes the microphone. He looks out to the crowd for a moment before starting to speak.)
Rick Majors: I can tell that most of you don't know how to respond to me, and that's fine. I've only had two matches for this company, so I understand that you don't know me very well. But if you've watched me compete in those two matches you've probably noticed two things about me: One, I'm a lot more resilient that you probably expected and, two, I do what I say I'm going to do.
(Majors begins to circle around the ring as he speaks.)
Rick Majors: I walked into the Deadly Rumble for my first match in years and I came within one foot of winning the whole thing. Then I found myself in a fatal four-way match with three of the toughest guys in this company and I left that match with my arm raised high.
(A few fans applaud what Majors has achieved since coming to PCW.)
Rick Majors: And "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght couldn't take it. The co-owner of this company and one of the most powerful men in this business knew what was coming and, fuelled by desperation and fear, he fired a perfectly good referee. That's how quickly I got into the heads of those in charge around here.
(Majors pauses for a moment to look out at the crowd.)
Rick Majors: And tonight I take things another step forward. Tonight I'll be lining up alongside some of the biggest names in this company yet again and once again I'll cause some serious damage.
But I'm not here to gloat about my accomplishments. I'm not here to simply win wrestling matches. No, I'm here to expose this business for what it really is. You see, this business ruins lives. This business damages souls. But no longer. With each victory, I take a little bit back from the wrestling business that has taken so, so much away. And I won't stop until I've killed it... until I've killed it like it has killed so many others.
(Some members of the crowd now start to boo.)
Rick Majors: And I'm not just talking about myself. Look at yourselves. Think about everything you have given to the wrestling industry. You give your time and your money. You spend hours watching shows on television and reading columns online. You give away your hard-earned money for merchandise and pay-per-view events... and for what? What do you get back from this? Higher prices? More commercials? Less respect from the very industry you support?
This business is all about gaining money and power and influence at all costs. Just look at Michael Wryght... rather than lose a wrestling match he fired a hardworking employee right before Christmas. And why? Because he wanted another check mark in the win column.
(Majors starts speaking louder now.)
Rick Majors: And that's just one example. This business and everyone who is in it will do absolutely ANYTHING for a small amount of personal gain. NO ONE backstage cares about anyone but themselves... not the wrestlers, not the staff and not management. They don't care about me and they don't care about you. This business thrives on sucking the lives out of people for as long as possible and then, when you can't make them more money and you can't bring them more fame, they throw you aside in favour of the next one.
(Majors stops speaking for a moment to clear his throat.)
Rick Majors: But it stops now. It stops with me. Mine is the last life that this business is going to take. This industry has beaten me down for years, but it hasn't put me under. And it never will. I'm the one who is strong enough to fight this fight. I'm the one who will destroy this business before it gets the chance to destroy anyone else.
(There are more boos coming from the crowd now.)
Rick Majors: And you can come with me.
(Majors leaves the ring now with the microphone and he starts walking around the ring, speaking directly to the audience.)
Rick Majors: You can let this business know that the days of exploitation are over. You can stand with me and say, with one voice, that you're willing to watch this industry die before you're willing to watch it take anything more from anyone else.
(The crowd is getting restless now. Some angry comments are heard coming from some fans)
Rick Majors: You're not just consumers. You're not just fans. I'm not just a wrestler. This industry wants us to believe that we're all just cogs in this machine but we're not. We're so much more than that. And all we have to do is stand up and tell this business that we've had enough. Tell this industry that the days of exploitation and deceit and fear are done. Show the world that businesses and companies that ruins lives are going to be ruined themselves.
We've all been fed lines about "passion" and "heart" and "dedication." For generations we've been told that if we give enough of ourselves to something, it's going to give back. Well, let me tell you as someone who has given almost everything there is to give... that's a lie.
(The crowd still isn't sure what to make of this speech as Majors returns to the ring.)
Rick Majors: We can get our lives back. If we kill this business, if we destroy this industry, if we leave this terrible tradition of exploitation and fear in ashes... then we can truly live.
(Majors stands in the center of the ring now.)
Rick Majors: I'm going to succeed regardless. Alone or with an army of thousands, I will destroy this industry. The steps are already in place and tonight, in the main event of this show, I will bring this business one step closer to collapse. Whether or not you wish to end up on the right side of history, whether or not you want to be a part of problem or a part of the solution... that is up to you. But let it be known that the only outcome possible is that professional wrestling will die.
(Majors drops the microphone and walks out of the ring. The crowd is buzzing, unsure of exactly what was said and how it will impact them.)
MATCH FOUR
Triple Threat Match
Scythe w/Lucius Saint vs. Darren “The Bomber” Hughes vs. Ace Anderson
Referee: Joseph Buckland
Details: The first man out for this contest is Darren Hughes to the tune of “Pick up the Pizzas”. He seems to be more focused than we’ve ever seen him. While he takes a moment to air guitar, it’s quite obvious that he’s aware that fun and games aren’t going to work in this match – he’s even sporting a Gracie JJ t-shirt. Making his way down tothe ring, he starts to hit ropes and that’s when “Tactical Nuke” begins to play. Lucius Saint steps through the curtains, a sinister grin painted across his face as he steps to the side and out walks Scythe. Any and all emotion between the two men seems to be expressed through Lucius, as Scythe simply looks towards the ring with a cold, distant stare. As the two make their way down the ramp, Scythe’s gaze upon the ring never breaks. Saint, however, takes his time goading the fans and soaking in their hatred.
“Pain Defined” hits, and among the gathering of the three men Ace Anderson seems to get some of the most adoration. Anderson bursts through the curtain and raises his hand with a look of determination. He paces at the top of the stage, his eyes set upon his opponents before making his way down the ramp. He strides are long, calculated, he watches his opponents as he approaches the ring as though he’s mentally calculating different outcomes and readying himself for them. With all three men in the ring, referee Joseph Buckland calls for the bell. Hughes instantly takes to the center of the ring, with no fear, and asks who’s first – Scythe, who charges forward and takes Darren to the ground with a running double leg – but Darren ends up in top mount!
Saint looks surprised, but Darren wastes no time in peppering blows down upon Scythe; they seem to do little. Scythe rolls through, taking mount on Hughes, but that’s when the imposing Anderson makes his presence known. Approaching the tumbling mass, he uses his right hand as a battering ram and begins to push Scythe off of Hughes and up to his feet. Stepping into Scythe’s thick build, he puts a knee into the man’s gut before taking him over in an exploder suplex – but he changes the move mid throw. Seemingly letting go of Scythe’s massive figure with a heave, he takes his right arm and slams him down into a fujiwara armbar. Anderson pulls back viciously, but Hughes is in to break up the move. Being much smaller than the two men, Hughes uses speed to his advantage.
Heavy stomps are planted across Anderson’s forehead before he takes to the side and plants a dropkick off the side of Scythe’s face. Saint doesn’t look too pleased with this, but Scythe seems unfazed. Hughes backs up and hits another dropkick off the side of Scythe’s face before stepping in and dropping both of his knees across Scythe’s right shoulder, the same arm that had been affected by Anderson’s armbar. Standing up, he jumps and drops another set of knees before putting him in a Americana from the back mount. He pulls back with a heave, but Scythe is quick to roll over and stand up – but Hughes doesn’t release the hold, that’s when Anderson steps in. The behemoth of a man comes charging in and hits a chop block on Scythe that cuts him to the ground.
Some how, in the midst of all of this, Darren Hughes still has the Americana applied! He releases and rolls as Scythe goes down. Landing on his feet, he charges into the standing Ace Anderson but is met with an over head belly-to-belly suplex for his troubles. Ace Anderson goes for the cover.
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Scythe is up and he breaks up the count. As Anderson stands he’s met with a charging Scythe, using his massively broad right shoulder to force Anderson into the corner. Taking a hold of the ropes, he begins to batter away at Anderson’s midsection. After a final strike, Scythe stands and wraps his arms around Ace. Stepping back, with a bend of his knees he heaves the big man up and to the side, hitting a side belly-to-belly suplex and going for the pin.
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Broken up by Hughes! Rushing into the mass, Hughes throws himself into the air and comes crashing down across both men with a senton splash. Rolling of their backs, he quickly rushes in and catches Scythe from behind with a dropkick to the same shoulder. Scythe stumbles, and Saint quickly urges him to take the offense – he does. Turning, he rushes into the recovering Darren Hughes and takes him down with a lifting double leg. Falling with Hughes, he quickly uses his massive hands to pin down Hughes’ head and begins to throw knees. Hughes covers up, but each blow seems to cause more damage than the last. Scythe drags Hughes to his feet, applies a hammerlock and then quickly reaches around with his meaty arm and hits a lariat.
Instead of going for the pin, however, he rolls Hughes on to his stomach and wraps around his body with his arms. Squeezing, he lifts and goes to toss Hughes but Anderson is back in the game. Rushing in, he takes a hold of both men! With heave, he lifts them both up and tosses them into the ropes. The crowd is stunned by the display of strength, but neither man seems to be too fazed. While Hughes lands on the apron, Scythe lands and stumbles into the ropes. Rushing forward, Scythe slams a meaty clothesline into Ace’s chest – but all Ace does is stumble. With a bit of a cackle, Ace steps back and rushes and hits a clothesline of his own – but Scythe simply staggers. They exchange glances, as Saint urges Scythe to show ‘true strength’ but that’s when the men are cut off.
Darren Hughes comes flying into the ring like a bat out of hell, his legs splitting as he hits a single-leg dropkick on both men!? Darren Hughes momentum is enough to drop both men, and as the ring shakes the crowd gasps. Hughes gets to his feet, hits the ropes, plays a little tune in the air and quickly goes off the middle rope and lands across Scythe’s chest with both of his knees, he quickly goes for the cover.
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Scythe wildly throws Hughes from off of him, but Hughes quickly rushes in and dropkicks Scythe’s shoulder. He attempt to put another hold on Scythe, but Scythe quickly rears up and joists Hughes into the air before dropping him with a violent spinebuster. He goes for the cover.
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Anderson for the break up! Scythe springs to his feet and the men exchange blows wildly, the free-for-all brawl soon turns into a clinch fest, both men trying to transition into better position, but neither seeming to be able to get it. Knees are exchanged as the men grapple in the center of the ring, both men try to power the other one back but they just can’t seem to do so. That’s when Hughes steps in; rushing into the ropes he quickly hits a chopblock on the back of Scythe’s right knee and that’s when Ace Anderson acts. Stepping in, he places his shoulder against Scythe’s stomach and explodes upwards!? Scythe goes up and then comes down right across Anderson’s right knee! The whole ring shakes, and Scythe rolls away. Hughes, however, is ready to take advantage.
Hitting the ropes, the smaller Hughes comes off with a sideways flying body check – but Anderson catches him! Holding him in a backbreaker setup, he quickly heaves him up and adjusts so that Hughes is straddling his neck in a powerbomb setup – the fans know what is coming! Lifting Hughes high, he steps forward, throws, and plants his hands on Hughes chest and brings him thundering down to the mat. Anderson wastes no time in going for the pin.
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Winner: Ace Anderson via Pinfall
International Appeal
Details: (Following the match, the PCW-Tron springs to life. On the screen is “The Icemann” Luis Malave, sitting comfortably at a desk inside of what appears to be an office. Luis is wearing a dark business suit, and staring at the camera. A brief smile flashes across the face of “The Icemann” and then Luis begins to speak.)
“The Icemann” Luis Malave: Gentleman, please...I want to say, I was highly impressed by all three of you men in the ring tonight. You guys went out there and put on a crisp, competitive match. And for that, you should be commended. So, this is what I am going to do.
Darren, from what I understand, Michael Wryght has promised you a shot at Whitey Ford and the PCW International Championship. Now, I don't have a problem with this per say, but what exactly have you done to earn the shot? Who have you beat? I think you understand what I'm saying and where I'm going with this. You did not earn your shot, and I was going to refuse to allow Michael to just hand you a title shot. But then you came out to this ring and showed me you had something. Maybe I had pegged you wrong. Maybe you do belong in Pure Class Wrestling. So, I'm going to let you keep your title shot. I think you have a chance to show the World that you can win the big one.
But before I can continue any further, I don't want Scythe and Ace to feel discouraged. Lucius, I was made aware of your cute little rant that you made on our web page. No one has overlooked your client, or whatever he is to you, and you can be certain that there are talks about Scythe throughout my meetings with various officials. And Ace, well, you're Ace Anderson. Or were Ace Anderson. I'm not sure yet. But I know you were damn impressive tonight. And picking up a victory over Hughes and Scythe jotted you right back up the ladder.
So, and I want Michael Wryght to understand THIS is how you rationalize match making, at Collision Course 3...Ace, Bomber, and Scythe...all THREE of you will be getting a shot at Whitey Ford and the International Championship. And this will be contested over Scramble rules.
Good luck boys.
(At just that moment, a knock is heard off-screen and Luis yells out, “Open it.” You can hear a door opening and, while staring at the door, Luis begins to speak once again.)
Icemann: I knew it wouldn't take you long to get here.
(Stepping onto the screen is Minority Stockholder and Acting President of Pure Class Wrestling “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght.)
MATCH FIVE
Non-Title Singles Match
MONROE (N.A. ©) vs. "THE Asshole" Whitey Ford (INT ©) w/MJ Windsor
Referee: Eric Russo
Details: “Oh woman I don’t feel a thing!?”
The smooth twang takes hold and MONROE’s entourage fills the stage with the PCW NA Champion close behind them. The soon form a shield of bodies around him, one man holding the American Flag, another the Canadian, and the third holding the North American title high in the air. “Numb” by Gary Clark Jr. plays as MONROE makes his way to the ring, but his entrance is cut off midway down the ramp as “Critical Acclaim” by Avenged Sevenfold hits. MONROE’s expressions can’t be seen from beneath the garb, but he clearly turns to look up the ramp and see Whitey Ford and MJW staring at him through the sea of bodies. Ford takes a moment at the top of the stage, pointing to MONROE and mocking him as MJW rubs his client’s shoulders.
Ford makes his way down the ramp with MJW close behind and the International title sagging on his waist. He stops for a minute to watch MONROE get ready at ringside, cracking a few jokes before slipping into the ring and soaking up the jeers. MONROE’s entrance garb is removed and he quickly slips into the ring and takes to the corner. Oddly enough, the crowd seems behind MONROE as the two men wait in the corner, getting ready to face off in their first bout against each other, and that’s when Eric Russo calls for the bell and all hell breaks loose. The two men meet in the center of the ring and instantly start throwing everything but the kitchen sink at each other. As soon as Whitey seems to gain momentum, MONROE pushes back and vice versa.
Ford finally steps in for an arm drag takedown and MONROE counters it into a takeover of his own. Putting Whitey on the ground, he instantly pulls him into a side headlock. It doesn’t last long, as Whitey fights to his feet and uses a kick low on MONROE’s abdomen to break the hold, Russo throws a warning in Whitey’s direction. Stepping away from MONROE, Ford goes for a high vertical dropkick and nails it! He quickly goes for the cover.
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Kick out from MONROE, who wastes no time in rushing to his feet and lifting Ford into the air. Pushing Ford out and rotating him, he tosses Ford to the mat with a releasing double-leg slam and quickly applies a headlock. Dragging Ford’s body into the center of the ring, he begins to pepper Ford with knee strikes before dragging him to his feet and hitting a snap suplex and quickly reapplying the hold. Russo checks on Ford, and quickly sidesteps a kick from the Internatnional champion who looks as though he was annoyed that he was asked such a question. MONROE begins to pepper in the knees again, but Whitey Ford quickly rolls to the side and presses MONROE’s shoulders down, countering the submission hold with a pin.
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MONROE rolls to the side, reapplying to the pressure before dragging Whitey to his feet. Wrenching Whitey’s head tightly, he goes for a takeover, but Whitey slips out and rolls across the mat. MONROE rushes forward to be met with a stiff kick to the gut. Whitey steps ups and over, using MONROE’s shoulder as a step and lambasts the back of MONROE’s head with a kick! Whitey for the cover.
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MONROE powers out, and Whitey instantly slaps MONROE’s head mockingly – MONROE instantly snaps. Swinging his legs out, he sweeps Whitey to the ground and instantly mounts him. Leaning over Whitey, he begins to rain down elbow and forearms before Russo steps in and pulls MONROE off. Ford quickly makes it to the outside, positioning himself behind MJW so that he can’t be attacked – MONROE doesn’t even flinch. Hitting the ropes, he rushes across the ring and leaps over the top rope! Doing a half rotation, he comes down back/neck first on Whitey Ford and MJW before stumbling to his feet to the roar of the crowd. MONROE seems unfazed by their adoration, as he approaches the downed Ford. Leading him to his feet by his hair, he sets up Ford against the apron.
Stepping back, he soon begins to rail kick after kick against Ford’s exposed chest. The sickening thuds echo through the arena, as the red marks quickly begin to form.
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The crowd counts with each blow, as MONROE quickly steps back before ten and approaches the ring barrier. Turning, he looks to Ford and quickly rushes him. He runs, he jumps, KENKA KICK!? Ford moves! Before MONROE can pull his leg off the bottom rope, Ford is on him. Ford fights smart, instantly stomping away at MONROE’s free leg as he tries to struggle free. Ford lifts up MONROE’s left leg, and quickly kicks the inside of his thigh before tugging him backwards and dropping him on the outside. Ford stomps away at the down MONROE as Shaw’s count toward ten continues. Ford rolls in at six and takes to the apron, stalking MONROE. As MONROE stands, Whitey acts. Running along the apron, he flies off and crashes into MONROE, much to the disdain of the crowd.
“This guy is better than ME?!”
Whitey yells out with a cock-eyed grin as he stumbles to his feet. Running his hands through his hair, he looks at the downed MONROE with a smirk before stomping away at him. Taking MONROE by the hair, he tosses him beneath the bottom rope and quickly slides in for the pin.
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MONROE kicks out, and Whitey doesn’t look too pleased. Taking a step back, he looks to be measuring MONROE up and MJW fails at trying to start a cheer for Ford. Hitting the ropes, Whitey goes to catch the rising MONROE with a spear but MONROE jumps over him! Planting both of his feet firmly off the back of Ford, he uses the momentum to roll off the tail end of the move and rush into the ropes. Rebounding, he rushes into the turning Whitey Ford and KENKA KICK!? Ford’s head seems as though it’s knocked clean off his shoulders, but MONROE doesn’t go the pin. Looking towards the crowd, uncharacteristically he seems to signal to them the end – a cutthroat gesture. Eric Russo begins to check on Ford as MONROE quickly pulls something out of his tights and slips it in his mouth.
Ford, slowly stumbles, holding on to Russo for balance.
“He’s got something in his mouth!?”
MJW calls out, pointing feverishly at MONROE but Eric Russo doesn’t seem interested in listening – but Whitey Ford does. Instead of looking around, he quickly slips behind Russo and points to MONROE. As MONROE approaches, he quickly steps out from behind the referee and hits an enzuigiri! Cover!
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MONROE kicks out again, and Ford pulls on his hair. Ford looks to MJW and the crowd and signals for the end, pulling MONROE to his feet, he tucks him down before lifting him up into a crucifix powerbomb setup.
“Better my – “
MONROE slips out! Ford quickly whips around and BOOM! MONROE throws his right leg up and catches Ford with a roundhouse kick. Before Ford can fall, he pulls him in. Hooking Fords left arm, he quickly heaves him into the for the E.L.E. but Ford wiggles his way out. MONROE stumbles and Ford lands on the mat and quickly drops and slips beneath the bottom rope. He looks to MJW and calls for him to grab his title as Russo begins the ten count. Ford and MJW make their way up the ramp, and MONROE looks as though he’s ready to follow them! As MONROE approaches the ropes, MJW and Ford make haste up the ramp with their back towards the stage, their eyes remaining on MONROE. Eric Russo soon gets to the ten count and calls for the bell.
Winner: MONROE via Count Out
Showing Showtime
Details: (Moving to the backstage area once again, the camera searches around the corridors of the Pure Class Arena while a muffled shouting can be heard in the middle distance. Slowly the camera moves in on a door, the likely location of the commotion and finds it slightly ajar. Nudging it slightly and peering inside, it becomes apparent that the cameraman is spying on the office of The Icemann himself and his guest… )
“Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght: Luis, we've been friends for years and this is how you're going to act?
Icemann: Act? Whatever do you mean?
Showtime: First, you put your nose into something that had nothing to do with you. Taking me out of the World Title Match at Collision Course was irresponsible and...well, just a straight douchey thing to do. I came back for one reason, and one reason only- to become PCW World Champion. And I've yet to have my opportunity. How the hell does Kaijin Shinryu get a World Championship Match before me?
Icemann: Simple- he earned it.
Showtime: And I haven't? I've been busting my ass off trying to bring this company back to where it belongs. So, I've fallen a little light in the 'wins column...”. So what? I've been doing everything I can to make Pure Class Wrestling the best show on Earth.
I've pulled strings and brought the White Stripes together to perform at the last Pay-Per-View, as well as getting Bruce Springsteen on-board for Deadly Intentions 3 as well. Do you know how hard it was to get Bruce to agree to perform? If you did, you'd be kissing my ass right now.
Luis: Showtime, listen...
Showtime: ...I've brought back the Tag Team Championships. And what do you do? You try and one-up me by announcing the return of the Genesis Championship. I set-up a great International Championship Match and you go and re-book the thing. I fire Eddie Lane...don't you think I didn't see the memo going around the office that reinstated him.
Oh, and removing me from the advertised match of Grimm versus Showtime versus Rhodes? Are you mad? What could you possibly be thinking?
Icemann: What could I be thinking? I'm thinking I'm the boss, and I want things earned around here. Grimm earned his shot at Rhodes by defeating fourteen other PCW Superstars, you and I included Mikey...
Showtime: ...it's Michael now.
Icemann: ...I don't know what the hell has gotten into you since you bought stock into this company, but Mikey, I'm telling you now, if you don't stop tossing your weight around, the board of directors and myself will remove you as Acting President.
Showtime: Good! Then maybe I could get some damn respect as a wrestler around here! Luis, I have been loyal to this company for close to ten years now. And how many World Title shots have I had? One. Are you kidding me? I AM going to be wrestling for the World Championship at Collision Course, just you wait and see.
Icemann: Mike, you're not.
Showtime: Oh Luis, I am.
(For the first time in this entire conversation, a look of rage seems to have overtaken “The Icemann's” face. But only for a second. The look quickly evaporates and Luis recomposes himself before speaking again.)
Icemann: Showtime, you dare challenge my authority? Ok. I've played nice long enough. Mikey, I am telling you right here and now, and I want you to really listen to what I am about to say because I am only going to say it once...as long as you have power in this company, I am FORBIDDING you to EVER be allowed to compete for the PCW World Championship. It will NEVER happen. I'm done with this conversation. Get out of my office or I swear...
(Showtime, who had let all his emotions out with his plea earlier now seems to be back-tracking by flashing Luis a faint, transparent smile.)
Showtime: Ha ha. Luis, old pal. Come on. I think we're getting a little ahead of ourselves. Look, let's reconsider now, shall we? You've proved your point, you're the boss. Alright, I get it. But the match is already advertised. Think of how disappointed the PCW Faithful will be when they learn they're not going to be able to see Showtime win the World Title. You're crushing dreams.
Icemann: Only dreams I'm crushing are yours, Mike. Get out of my office. NOW! I'm done with this conversation. Don't you have a match to go get ready for? Leave.
Showtime: Alright, I'm leaving. But I think you're making a huge mistake.
(And with that, as the camera follows, Showtime begins exiting the office.)
Icemann: And don't let the door hit ya where the good Lord split ya.
(As Showtime exits the office and the cameraman runs for cover, an annoyed, yet almost disappointed look appears on his face. After letting out a big sigh, “Mr. Showtime” reaches inside of his jacket pocket and pulls out a cellphone. After dialling a few numbers, Showtime brings the phone to his ear. After waiting a few seconds, Showtime speaks.)
Showtime: So, I heard if I ever needed to talk business, you're the man to get a hold of...
(And with that, Showtime turns his back to the camera and begins walking somewhere off-screen. The PCW-Tron then clicks off and the feed heads to a commercial.)
