Post by Non Compos Mentis on Dec 13, 2012 19:39:11 GMT -5
PCW Trauma: 125
Tuesday, December 11th, 2012
Live on E! from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina
Getting in the Christmas Spirit?
Details: With two weeks until Christmas, PCW Trauma crashes onto E! with a huge fanfare of pyrotechnics and a massive reaction from the PCW Faithful. The camera pans across the fans, some with humorous signs such as “Anyone Seen My Alligator?!”, a reference to a local news story referring to an escapee reptile from a nearby zoo, and “Give me a Title Match, Showtime!” As the show gets off to a raucous start the cameras almost immediately switch from the packed-out crowd to the backstage area of the Pure Class Arena.
There, in the bowels of the stadium, is the PCW World Champion Sean Rhodes making his way to the lockerrooms to prepare for the night’s huge main event. The crowd can be heard even through the walls of the arena, cheering for Rhodes as they see him on the tron. With an unusual calm, Rhodes makes his way down the corridor and turns a corner before stopping dead in his tracks. The camera has to cycle round for a moment until it finds the reason for the World Champion’s stunted progress… Grimm.
The Hangtown Horror is standing right in the path of his opponent at Collision Course, as intimidating and awe-inspiring as ever. At the mere sight of the red-haired legend of PCW Rhodes becomes pensive and takes a step back, even after their cooperation on the last episode of Trauma. As the roar from the crowd continues, neither man utters a word while the tension between them rises and rises.
Bit by bit, Rhodes tones down his caution, relinquishing a protective hold on the World Title belt that hangs over his shoulder. Grimm, likewise, seems to relax as much as he can as both men seem to share a moment of mutual respect and understanding, perhaps the last before their show down after Christmas.
Both men, knowing that they’ll come to blows eventually and in the right and proper way, simply give a nod of acknowledgement to each other before Grimm makes his way off screen, leaving Sean Rhodes to make his way into the lockerroom.
Is that an Alligator… or are you pleased to see me?
Details: The camera walks into a locker room, where Darren "The Bomber" Hughes is wrapping up the final strands of tape onto his wrists. Cory "The Bear" Steel is seen walking up, stopping a couple of feet from Darren to grab something from a nearby locker. He looks over briefly at Darren, who turns to face him and pauses before exiting the locker room.
Darren: Yo.
Cory: Hey, Darren.
Darren: What's up? Man, I caught some of that match you had at the house show last week, that was awesome.
A low grunt is heard, but neither man makes it. Instead, both men are increasing their outward interest in the conversation.
Cory: Really?
Darren: Yeah. You've got some balls in there, man. Keep it up.
Cory: I was about to tell you the same thing...I'm a huge fan.
A small flash of green appears briefly towards the floor, both neither man notices.
Darren: Thank you...
Cory: Keep your head up, man. Forget these other people who don't think you can do it. There's hope...
The two reach out and shake hands, coupling this up with a fist tap. Darren glances briefly beyond him, and his eyes freeze.
Darren: WHAT THE F***?
Cory: Oh, my God!
Darren turns Cory around, as both men back up several steps. An alligator growls and snaps his jaws shut, sending Darren back another two steps grabbing onto Corey's shirt. Steel holds onto a locker handle to keep the two standing.
Darren: IS THAT A FUCKING ALLIGATOR?
Cory: I thought it was a crocodile...man, I can never tell those two apart...
A very alarmed Hughes tries to shoo off the alligator with his hands, while Corey tries opening a low locker door to create a barrier.
Darren: GET! SHOO! PISS OFF! GO! VAMINOS!
Cory: I don't think alligators speak Spanish, dude.
Darren: DU GEHST! Ты уходишь! أنت ذاهب!
Cory: What was that last one?
Darren: EGYPTIAN ARABIC! GET THE F*** OUT OF THE LOCKER ROOM! GOD DAMN SON!
The allgator growls and hisses, making Darren hunch back further.
Darren: SHIT!
Cory: Why don't you just wrestle it? We're wrestlers, dude.
Darren: Because that's an alligator with jaws that could crush my car!
Cory: Just do what that Steve Irwin guy did and hold his mouth shut.
Darren: Good idea...thank you...I'll be sure not to get my junk bit off while pretending to be one of the Wildboyz!
Cory: It's that or you hit him with something.
Darren, still cowered behind the flipped bench, snaps his fingers with an enlightened grin. The alligator is content to merely stay still, doing nothing more than sniffing around here and there while remaining in one place.
Darren: You're a genius dude!
Darren jumps up, grabbing a nearby folding chair. He slams the chair shut, looking over at the alligator.
Darren: Time to do the crocodile rock...
Darren steps up to the edge of the flipped bench quickly, springboarding out with the chair in his hands leaping towards the alligator. The camera turns to Cory, moving away from the action.
Cory: DAMN!
Cory cringes and hides his face slightly as the crash of metal on concrete is heard, along with the screams of both the alligator and Darren.
Darren: Not today, son...
Another loud smack of metal is heard, with Cory opening one eye. He looks over now with more optimism, even cheering Darren on.
Cory: Go! Get him!
Darren: Yeah! What now?
Finally, the grunting and struggling stops. The camera pans again as Cory stands up, with Darren standing above the unconscious gator, chair in hand.
Darren: Whew...feisty little bastard. Come on, let's get this thing out of here...
Cory: What?
Darren picks up at the head of the unconscious reptile. Cory shrugs, and reluctantly goes for the tail. The scene soon returns to ringside.
MATCH ONE
Genesis Championship Tournament Quarter Finals
Genesis Rules
Eira vs. Rikkashot
Referee: Marcos Cruz
Details: Eira is the first competitor out in this Genesis Title qualifying match, “Untouchable” overtakes the crowd and as the fog begins to roll Eira makes her way through the curtains. With her long white hair pulled back, she takes a moment to gaze at the ring before making her way down the ramp, cutting through the fog like a knife, the tails of her robe flowing behind her. Taking to the ring, she removes the robe and tosses it to the outside, beginning a extensive regiment of stretches. Just as it seems as though she’s settled, a new tune hits.
“BANGARANG”
The electronic beat hits hard and fast as Rikkashot comes flying through the curtains, looking to the crowd as he pumps them up for the match. Going from side to side on the stage, he briefly shots a gaze in Eira’s direction before making his way down the ramp. Slipping into the ring, he climbs up the turnbuckle and begins to wave his hands from side to side, urging the crowd to follow suit. Jumping down, he looks to Eira and Cruz calls for the bell. Almost instantly, he rolls to the outside of the ring. An agitated Eira watches as he meets and greets the fans ringside, and after a few moments she’s seen enough. Rolling to the outside, she approaches Rikkashot, pointing towards the ring as if to inform him they have a match.
He smiles from beneath his mask, and attempts to go back to greeting the fans. Eira turns him around again, this time without a motion to the ring. Rikkashot points up, and quickly goes for a goofy strike but Eira catches the blow and tosses him over with a hip toss. Rikkashot bounces off the floor and scrambles to his feet. Eira closes the distance and tosses him under the bottom rope. Following him in, she leads him to his feet and applies an arm wrench. Holding on, she hits a kick to the afflicted shoulder before stepping over and wrenching it some more but soon Rikkashot rolls out. Doing a kip-up, he lands on his feet and quickly goes for a step-up kick but Eira ducks it. As Rikkashot stands up, she hits a hard side kick to his gut before stepping up and over and performing a hurricanrana pin attempt.
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Rikkashot rolls through for the reversal pin attempt, but Eira quickly corrects this. Rolling through the move, she bridges her legs up and over and pulls her upper body up, slipping free from Rikkashot’s grasp. Rushing into the ropes, she catches Rikkashot off the rebound with a fly leg scissors. Skidding across the canvas, Rikkashot gets to his feet and rushes at Eira only to get absolutely leveled with a clinch range knee strike. Eira instantly drops for the pin.
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Rikkashot kicks out, and the crowd collectively gasps from the impact of the blow. Eira doesn’t ease up, using her forearms to control Rikkashot’s neck as she drives knee after knee into his chin and upper sternum. Pushing him into the corner, she steps back and nails a dropkick to the gut of Rikkashot. Landong on her stomach, she presses of the mat and transitions over into a cartwheel before rushing in and spearing him. Rikkashot stumbles away, and tried to mount a return. Eira hits the ropes and Rikkashot rushes forward and leapfrogs over her. Eira hits the ropes again and Rikkashot hits a beautiful vertical dropkick, but Eira pops right back up. Rikkashot takes a moment to wave to the crowd, but as he turns around he’s met with a charging Eira who uses her shoulder to joist Rikkashot in the air and place him the corner once again. With cold and determined eyes, she begins to hammer away at Rikkashot. Punches, kicks, elbows, forearm shots, she unloads absolutely everything on the competitor before stepping back and letting him stumble away.
Eira climbs to the top rope, but Rikkashot runs and catches her with a high dropkick. Rikkashot stumbles away, as Eira still remains perched on the top rope. Looking over his shoulder, he quickly rushes back and runs across the middle rope. Leaping forward, he goes for a hurricanrana but misses!? Eira leans back, avoiding the legs and quickly leaps into the air vertically, extending her legs into the chest of the falling Rikkashot and goes down with him!? The thud echoes through the arena, as Eira hits a nasty Avalanche on Rikkashot and goes for the cover.
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Winner: Eira via Pinfall
He Ain’t Heavy… He’s an Alligator
Details: In a hallway backstage, Darren Hughes and Cory Steel are seen at each end of a heavy roll of carpet, with an alligator's tail sticking from the end a few inches. Both are struggling to carry the roll through the hallway high enough to avoid the various crates and tables throughout.
Darren: This thing has got to be at least two hundred pounds...
Cory: I didn't know they were so heavy!
Darren: I've seen gators eat goats before. They got to have some bulk, man.
Cory: How long did you say this one was?
Darren: Well, this carpet is twelve feet and his tail's sticking out...you do the math.
Cory: I'm just glad he didn't eat anybody.
Cory and Darren grunt as they press the roll into the air, allowing a production assistant to quickly pass underneath. A couple of people stop and stare, but for the most part everybody does not notice the reptile tail coming out from the carpet. This allows Cory and Darren to continue on their conversation uninterrupted.
Darren: But yeah, man...in all seriousness, thank you so much for what you said to me earlier.
Cory: About what?
Darren: That there is hope. I just keep thinking here lately that wrestling is a path to nowhere. I mean, just look at how they did Puro Power. He's done everything this company's asked of him, and they've done nothing to put stock back into the guy. Compare that with a guy who books himself into a World title match. And look at what they did to me and my title shot.
Cory: What was that about, anyway?
Darren: I don't know...one minute I'm getting a one-on-one title match with a guy who should have quite the score to settle with me, but he doesn't...and the next, it's a four way match and I'm completely lost in the shuffle. Not to mention I was told on live TV that I basically didn't deserve the title shot...I don't mean to look a gift horse in the mouth, but dude, how should I feel right now? I'm confused as all hell, I don't know what's up or down anymore. Wrestling's just...different now. But I remember when it used to make sense...
The two turn right into another hallway. Neither man notices the tail of the alligator begin to wag slightly.
Darren: You reminded me, man. There's a lot more to this business than winning and being made to look like a winner. It's not as bleak as it looks, you know? At least I still got the chance to even be in this match. And no matter how bad I screw it up, I'll still have people who believe in me. Thanks, man...I appreciate it. A lot. I think I can do this now...
Cory only nods, as he soon notices the alligator's tail is definitely moving on its own power. Soon, the arms, legs, and jaws of the gator move as well, and both men drop the roll of carpet and the alligator inside when they hear the growl.
Cory: DAMNIT!
Darren: GOOD GOD!
Darren falls back several steps, tripping over a trash can and falling to the floor. Cory goes for the edge of the rolled carpet, but a hiss pushes him back with the carpet partially in his hand. The carpet begins to unroll, allowing the alligator to make his escape and beeline into the closest room. Quickly, Darren slams the door shut and breathes a sigh of relief.
Darren: Enough of this. I'm calling 911, let Animal Control get this bastard. I'll tell 'em we got him trapped...
Cory taps Darren on the shoulder, but Darren does not respond. Instead, he is on his cell phone, looking through contacts.
Darren: No, I can just call Animal Control myself...bring up my Yellow Pages app...Animal Control...Greenville, South Carolina...okay, it's ringing bro.
Darren is turned away from the door. Cory is still trying to get Darren's attention, but Darren has began his call.
Darren: Hello? My name is Darren Hughes...yes, I'm the Bomber...good, how are you?...okay, here's what's up...I'm at the PCW Arena right now for Trauma 125...live on the E! Network...
Darren looks directly into the camera, giving a wink and thumbs up. He promptly resumes his conversation, with Cory pointing at the door they shut the alligator inside, silently trying to get Darren to turn and notice.
Darren: Yes...and well, I don't know how, but there's a live alligator in the locker room....yeah, that's probably him...well, I got him locked up in a room somewhere back here, I caught him...yeah, he's in...
Darren turns and looks dead at the door.
Darren: He's in my boss's office.
Darren hangs up the cell phone, with a look of impending doom in his eyes. He and Cory stare at the nameplate on the door reading "L. Malave".
Darren: Cory....would you like to go get a beer?
Cory: Yeah...I know a place on the other side of town...
Darren: I was thinking of this place I know in another state...
Both men look one more time at each other before sprinting off in the same direction, disappearing into the labyrinth of the PCW Arena locker room.
MATCH TWO
Singles Match
Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith vs. Darren “The Bomber” Hughes
Referee: Steve Shaw
Details: Coming back from a break, Crazy Boy is already in the middle of the ring when “Pick up the Pizzas” begins to play. Darren Hughes comes on to the stage with a sly smile, strumming wildly as he slowly struts across the stage. After pointing to the crowd, he makes his way down the ramp as Tyrone warms up in the ring. As Hughes enters, referee Steve Shaw calls for the bell. Almost instantly, Tyrone is on offense, gaining momentum in the initial lockup and using his size to bully Hughes into the ropes before taking him over with headlock and releasing. Upon release, he goes for a standing moonsault and a quick cover.
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Kick out, but Tyrone seems determined to stay in control. He peppers in a series of kicks as Hughes rises, only to take him by the right arm, slip under and pull him down into a DDT and go for another quick cover.
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Hughes kicks out, and Tyrone looks to the crowd for support. Taking a step back he goes for a standing vertical dropkick on the rising Hughes and nails it! He waits for his to rise, goes for another…he hits it again! He looks to the crowd, waits, goes for a third – Hughes slaps it away – Tyrone lands on his feet! But Hughes is ready – lunging forward, he catches Crazy Boy with a standing darce choke before floating him over with suplex. He goes for the cover.
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A kick out from Tyrone, but Hughes continues on the offensive. Leading the larger Smith to his feet, Hughes hits a series of stiff kicks to the abdomen of Smith before hitting the ropes and going for a running body check but Smith dives over it! Hughes continues to run, hitting the ropes and going for it again but finds the same result. Crazy Boy leaps over it, rolling off the canvas and hitting the ropes. Hughes lands, turns, scissor kick from ‘Crazy Boy’ – it misses!? Hughes steps out of the way, Tyrone spins and Hughes presses his shoulder hard into the gut of ‘Crazy Boy’ and uses the momentum to scoop him up, step over to the side, and drop him down across his head/upper back for the Smashed Pumpkin. Steve Shaw quickly gets into position as Hughes pull’s back a leg for the cover.
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Winner: Darren Hughes via Pinfall
MATCH THREE
Tag Team Match
Q & “The Bear” Cory Steel vs. “Puro Power!” Kaijin Shinryu & Andy D
Referee: Manny Cruz
Details: Out first is "Puro Power!' followed by Andy D, each man coming to the ring separately but entering the ring together. Not entirely out of sync. Next plays the music of 'The Bear' Cory Steel. As he steps to the entranceway, he waits for Q's music to play ... only to have his own play again. As the music plays, Q bounds out from behind the curtain, fully dressed in a white bear suit ... complete with paws and head piece. Cory is flabbergasted, as is the rest of the audience and anyone watching at home. A few brief moments of silence ... and the crowd actually begins to cheer. It seems they are beginning to warm to the Single Letter Superstar's antics.
Both men walk and enter the ring together, and the match is underway. Steel facing off against Shinryu, it looks to start in brawling goodness fashion. Cory is on the attack, rushing in with a clothesline but Shinryu is on the ball and ducks immediately. Steel spins around and rushes back in with a big boot, which Shinryu casually ducks under and, with a burst of speed, hooks the knee on his should and forces Steel back into a neutral corner. Steel and Shinryu now cornered up, the fists fly as the two trade stiff shots ... Shinryu gaining the upper hand and leaving 'The Bear' reeling.
Backing away at the referee's prompting, Shinryu is left open as Steel downs him with a vicious spear. Wading in with mounted punches, the momentum has turned and Steel is now firmly in control. Shinryu rushing in after rising to his feet, he is met with a stiff haymaker. A second. Steel goes to the well one too many times and the Powerful One catches the punch, pulling him in for a short arm clothesline and felling the Bear. Steel is in trouble as Shinryu pulls him to his feet and begins chopping. Chops and chops. A literal chop shop, Shinryu lays into Steel with no end in sight. Steel backing away from the force of the chops, he staggers back and tags in a fuzzy handed Q.
Q jumps into the ring ... and waves sheepishly at Shinryu. Shinryu regards Q for a moment ... and promptly tags out. He wants nothing to do with that weirdness, and the disgust is evident on his face. Andy D climbs in, and he's face-to-face with the bear suit clad Q. Q offers his hand in a sportsman like gesture and Andy D accepts. The two lock up and Q instantly shifts Andy D over into a hip toss. Andy pops right back up and they lock up again. Q immediately takes him down with a Heaven and Earth throw.
Andy pops up with the quickness and rushes into Q one last time, striking pay dirt and catching him with a knee to the gut. Q doubles over and Andy begins kicking at the legs of Q, each one prompting a loud OW! from Q. He's hopping around gingerly as Andy D snaps off a quick unassisted Enzugiri that drops Q. A standing moonsault attempt, which Q cleverly gets the feet up to avoid the impact. Andy D rolls off of the feet and snatches them up, falling back and catapulting Q into the turnbuckle. Staggering on Dream Street, Andy whips him into the ropes with high velocity. Cory takes this opportunity to tag himself in as Andy catches Q with a hurricanrana ... rolling Q over and out of the ring. Andy turning to head after Q, 'The Bear' rushes in and attacks him from behind with a Full Nelson Slam that leave Andy D in agony on the mat.
Steel stalks Andy now, waiting for him to expend his OWN energy to stand up before catching him with a jaw-dropping Big Boot that leaves Andy D on the mat once again. Steel's power more than what Andy D bargained for, he begins to crawl towards his corner where Shinryu is eagerly waiting to get into the fracas. Steel catches Andy and drags him to his feet. Andy blasting off a few stiff jabs, Steel is stunned and instinctively whips Andy to the turnbuckle where Q is now waiting. Steel tagging in Q, he pulls Andy from the corner and into a waiting Q who locks in a DEVASTING BEAR HUG! The furry Q hugging it out with Andy D, the ref moves into check.
Andy D reusing to submit, he claps his hands behind Q's head ... his forearms ringing Q's ear. Two more Bell Ringers and Q has let go. Andy whipping Q across the ring towards his own corner, he impacts chest first and turns to face a rushing Andy. Q dropping to his hands and knees, Andy misses the mark and trips into the corner over Q's back. The momentum carrying him somewhat OVER the turnbuckle, he grabs hold of Shinryu to push himself back in ... actually causing the ref to note that as a tag, and Shinryu is now the legal man.
He's incensed.
Climbing into the ring to argue with the referee that this simply wasn't a tag, Andy rolls out of the ring to work the kinks out of his back. Back turned, Shinryu doesn't see Q stir. The referee maintaining his position, Shinryu throws his arms up in exasperation and turns to have a face full of furry Q body crash headlong into him. The QFT! Out of nowhere. Shinryu is hurtled violently across the ring, almost thrown through the ropes with the velocity. Q pulls him back and grabs the legs, flipping over and covering him.
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Q's fuzzy backside all in Shinryu's facial region, as soon as the ref calls for the bell ... Q spins on top of Shinryu in an oddly 69-esque looking position. The Single Letter Superstar is winded and it takes him a few seconds to collect his bearings before struggling to his feet to celebrate the victory with Steel, who he meets with a giant Bear Hug. Steel doesn't think too much on this and instead of going ahead with the hug, pushes him off and raises both of their hands to signify a match well done.
Winners: Q and Cory Steel via Pinfall
MATCH FOUR
Genesis Championship Tournament Quarter Finals
Genesis Rules
“The Grand High Exalted One” Usali Basilisk vs. “Captain 'Murica” Areas
Referee: Roberto Garcia
Details: Usali is out first and Areas next, Areas this time leading the crowd in a sing-along of Charlie Daniels 'This Ain't No Rag, It's a Flag'. The crowd is split, with VERY mixed reactions for Captain 'Murica. The two circle each other in the ring and the referee signals for the bell and here we go! The two lock up and Areas shows his power advantage by pulling Basilisk into a headlock. Usali shoves him off and into the ropes, ripe for a 'Murican shoulderblock. Usali drops and Areas hits the ropes, bouncing over a prone Usali. Usali hops up as Areas hits the second set up ropes. He sidesteps a rushing Areas and throws him back into the ropes.
Catching Areas in a head scissors takedown, he wrenches the neck for a few seconds before Areas slips out of the hold and quickly floats over to a rear headlock. Usali recognizes the danger he's in and quickly reverses with a elbow lock. Areas snapmares him over the shoulder and Usali is seated before him. He quickly rushes in for his patented Rear Naked Choke, but Usali gets his arms up in time to block the move. Shifting his weight, Usali performs a very sudden and powerful Mule Kick that connects right under the jaw. Areas drops and Usali goes for a cover, netting him a two count.
Usali is in the driver's seat now, but only briefly as Areas catches him with a stiff haymaker that rocks the Exalted One. He backs away and Areas connects with another one. A third one and Usali is back into the corner. Areas rushes in and catches Usali with a high knee, and Usali is on wobbly legs. Areas backs up enough to get a decent head of steam, only to be met with a springboard flying back elbow that drops Areas with Usali on top. Another two count and Usali is the first to his feet, though no better off than Areas who is stirring as well. The two make it back to their feet at about the same time and it's Usali with the first shot. Areas responds with his own and it's a back and forth strike-fest until the power of Areas makes the slightest difference and Usali is reeling again. Going toe-to-toe with Captain 'Murica is not helping his case any, so Usali goes for the better option: dropping Areas with a dropkick to the knee.
A scissors lock later, and Usali is wrenching on the thick neck of Areas. Attempting to squeeze the very life out of him, Areas is vehemently refusing to answer the referee's questions of submission. He's fighting it with a hearty chant of 'U! S! A!', even through a constricted tracheal tube. He's fighting up ... fighting out ... brought back down by a punch to the knee cap. But the hold is off, and Usali has gotten the break he needs and is back on top.
Areas struggling to stand, Usali wades in ... only to be surprise rolled into a rear naked choke. Areas has it set deep, and Usali is in a WORLD of trouble! It's tense as Usali is struggling to find a way out, but finally he reaches the ropes with his last ounce of strength. Areas breaking the hold at four, he's admonished by the ref as he stands. Going into to grab Usali, he's met with an instinctive roll-up for a two count. Areas is out and shocked to say the least. He picks Usali up is met with a pair of headbutts that rattle his brains. Staggering back, Usali goes in for a crucifix hold and nets another two count. Usali goes up top with Areas prone on the mat and waits for it ... waits for it ... and DIVES with great majesty and spelndor. The Ascension Dive! Unfortunately, he waited a bit too long and Areas rolls out of the way at the last minute.
Bouncing off the ropes, he connects with a picture perfect Lionsault and nets a two and a half count. Not quite enough ... so Areas HIMSELF climbs to the top and with great haste, sensing the match within reach, throws himself off the top rope with a scintillating Phoenix Splash that connects with earth-shaking power. The referee in the right place at the right time, he makes the three count with Usali kicking out at the last minute. But it's too late ... and Areas has moved on in the Genesis Tournament.
Winner: Areas via Pinfall
MATCH FIVE
Non-Title Singles Match
MONROE (N.A. ©) vs. Scythe w/Lucius Saint
Referee: Eric Russo
Details: ‘Numb’ by Gary Clark Jr hits the PA system to announce the entrance of the PCW North American Champion, MONROE, who duly makes his way onto the stage to a reaction of boos and jeers from the packed crowd. MONROE seems not to be affected in the least and continues on his way to the ring with barely a flicker of emotion in his body. Climbing into the ring, the Star Destroyer takes one last look around the arena at the disapproving fans and conducts some final preparations for the match.
MONROE’s music is finally replaced by ‘Tactical Nuke’ by The Acacia Strain and the reaction definitely doesn’t get any better for the man called Scythe. The massive individual walks out onto the stage with his associate, Lucius Saint, in toe. While Scythe remains intensely focused on his opponent, Saint appears to be smiling with some wild enjoyment at the prospect facing his client.
As Scythe hits the bottom of the ramp, his manager pulls back suddenly and halts his young associate as he does. The crowd, and MONROE, instinctively know that something is awry as Saint’s smile turns into a laugh directed straight at the North American Champion. The two men remain at the bottom of the ramp, motionless as MONROE beckons them to get inside the ring and compete. They wait so long, in fact, that Scythe’s entrance music cuts off, leaving only the boos of the crowd and referee Eric Russo’s attempts to get him into the ring.
Scythe seems intent on climbing inside to face MONROE, but the voice in his ear persuades him not to. As Russo’s efforts fail time and time again, he loses his patience and signals for the bell, starting his ten count immediately.
One by one Russo counts as MONROE tries to urge him to stop, and Scythe to get back into the ring. As the booing grows louder and louder, Lucius Saint starts to walk backwards, pulling his client back with him and yelling back to the ring. Over the din of the crowd, Saint’s words can just be heard… “Not today! We’ll see you at Collision Course!”
Russo reaches eight as Saint begins to laugh sadistically once more, ensuring his client is left in fighting shape for his first title match in PCW. Backing further and further up the ramp, Scythe and Saint watch as Russo counts nine and… TEN!
Furious and denied a chance at taking Scythe down, MONROE paces back and forth in the ring with no happiness found in his hollow victory.
Winner: MONROE via Count Out
MATCH SIX
Tag Team Match
High Tide & Wasp vs. Marissa McCool & Alex Roman
Referee: Melina Cruz
Details: High Tide and Wasp enter the arena together, making their way down the ramp and towards the ring, reaching it just as "Diamond" by Stick To Your Guns begins to play. As the voice of Jiddu Krishnamurti comes on the lights dim down and instruments begin to play. First the drums kick up and the lights start to pulsate to the drumbeat. As the guitar enters the mix purple lights shine on the entrance opening. The purple lights stay stuck on the opening as the other lights in the arena continue with the drums. As the vocals scream in smoke fills the entrance and Alex Roman busts through onto the ramp. Holding his arms apart he yells loudly before strutting down the ramp. Sliding into the ring like a snake he bounces up and strolls over to a turnbuckle hoisting himself up and closing his eyes with his arms spread far nodding to the music. Roman smirks out at the crowd before hopping down from the turnbuckle getting ready for the match to begin.
As soon as he's in the ring, a new song begins to float out over the PCW loudspeakers, tinny 80's style percussion and the breathy female vocals of Samantha Fox's "Touch Me" heralding the next entry. Wearing a black lace full length top with a thread through the thumbs and leather pants with McCool in light pink down the leg, Marissa McCool enters the arena. Cheerfully energetic, she waves and smiles, cheering her way to the ring.
High Tide and Wasp seem to have already decided who goes first, Wasp taking up a spot by one of the turnbuckles while Tide sashays into the ring. Eyeing McCool with open appreciation, he leans in and waggles his eyebrows suggestively at her before glancing at Roman, the other man's stony expression making Tide's face deadpan in a comic instant. Meanwhile, McCool and Roman spend a few minutes bickering over who will go first before Roman shoos Marissa to the apron, anxious to take the center stage in his debut match, clearly dismissing his partner. With a light scowl of irritation scrunching up her face, she slips between the ropes and takes up a position on the apron, mirroring Wasp's spot on the outside.
The bell sounds, Roman on the immediate offensive, hammering away at Tide with a series of rights, backing him into the corner in a matter of seconds and yanking him right back out in a vicious Irish Whip, bouncing him off the ropes. Following him across Roman braces to deliver a clothesline, which Tide bonelessly slithers right under! Spinning around, Tide goes to grab Roman in a grapple and instead is met by a mean roundhouse kick, knocking him to the mat! Tide rolls to the side, quickly regaining his balance and moving to put Roman in a standing bear hug hold, which Roman turns into an Asai DDT. As Tide staggers to his feet, Roman starts showboating it up to the crowd, Tide taking advantage of the opportunity to put Roman into an ankle lock!
Tide refuses to release his grip on Roman who is clawing for every inch of ground he makes as he struggles towards the ropes. Roman almost to the ropes now, Tide shifts his weight, adding more pressure into the hold and FORCING Roman to acknowledge his predicament.Tide glances back at Wasp, shouting encouragement at him from the apron, his moment of inattention allowing Roman to reach out and slap Marissa's extended hand for a blind tag, pain and disgust twisting his features. Immediately McCool hops up onto the second rope with a happy giggle, smiling cheerfully at Tide as she catches his attention. Tide, still unaware the tag has been made, grins back at her impulsively - just before she bounces from her position to launch herself over the top rope into the ring, taking Tide down with a clothesline backed by her momentum. Staggering back, Tide releases Roman and drops to a knee, Roman taking the opportunity to roll under the bottom rope.
McCool darts over to Tide, dragging him to his feet by his hair and delivering a knee to his face, bouncing back a few feet as he falls to the mat. She makes a point of waiting til he gets back up on his own before rushing at him for a clothesline, stumbling into the turnbuckle when he deftly sidesteps and tags Wasp into the action. Wasp enters the ring with a stern, almost grim attitude, a direct contrast to Tide's more flamboyant style. Wasting no time he lunges at McCool, grabbing her in an armbar then swinging her around to shove her towards the ropes - "accidentally" crashing her into the referee. Wasp tugs Marissa out of the tangle of limbs, hauling her bodily to her feet and dropping her again with a brutal spear. Tide shouts something incoherent (the words "wench" and "landlubber" clearly heard), and a steel chair goes clattering into the ring, Melina Cruz still senseless on the mat.
Wasp rushes over to pick up the chair while Roman shouts angrily at him from the apron, Marissa still finally managing to stand after that second, rough takedown. Grabbing the chair, Wasp steps through the ropes, tagging Tide in at the same time and clearly gesturing for Tide to get Marissa over to their corner. Tide pulls McCool up by the hair, walking her over to Wasp and the chair, Roman now next to Cruz on the mat, shouting and shaking her to wake her up. Wasp winds up, a grin of savage glee on his face as he swings the chair straight for Marissa - and BLASTS High Tide square in the face, McCool's quick reflexes saving her! With High Tide writhing on the mat, McCool stalks over to him and picks him up using an armbar for leverage. Dragging him over to the chair, she hits her trademark Waning Moon, again giving Tide a facefull of steel! Savagely jerking the chair out from under him, she throws it to the floor right as the referee regains her senses. McCool going for the cover, she pins Tide for the count.
1...
2...
...3!!
Rolling off of Tide, Marissa McCool stands, offering her hand to Alex Roman who grudgingly shakes it, acknowledging the fact that his partner more than pulled her weight.
Winners: Marissa McCool & Alex Roman via Pinfall
Best Friends 4 Ever
Details: (The scene opens up in the office of “The Icemann” Luis Malave with the door creaking open and several trained animal handlers carefully making their way toward the exit after the night’s earlier advantures. In steps the PCW majority owner himself, shuffling through a folder of documents. He peers up to see his chair swirl around and sitting in his throne is none other than “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght. Showtime has that sly half smile on his face as Luis lets out a subtle sigh.)
Icemann: Oh it’s you.
Showtime: Cold Luis, in the past you’ve generally been happier to see me.
Icemann: Well our meetings haven’t been as friendly as I would like them.
Showtime: That doesn’t mean that we are no longer friends. It’s the reason that I came to Pure Class Wrestling in the first place. It’s one of the reasons that I bought a piece of this company, to work with a friend of mine for the past ten plus years.
Icemann: Sometime I guess friendships shouldn’t mix with business.
Showtime: Ouch, Luis. To think that the only reason that I am here right now is because of friendship.
Icemann: Is that so?
Showtime: Actually it is. I’m here to give you an opportunity to change your mind, dear friend. I think you are letting anger get the better of you. I for one am humble enough to admit that I have been acting a bit harsh towards you as well. I know I deserve something, and you have an image of fairness to uphold. I get that.
Icemann: I may have been speaking in anger last Trauma at times, but that doesn’t change the fact that I meant every word of what I said. The main event is set for Collision Course and it will go on without you. The teaser playbills have already been made.
(Showtime reaches down under Luis’ desk and pulls out a poster with the pictures of Sean Rhodes and Phinehas Grimm. He sets it in front of his boss and points at the fine print.)
Icemann: What am I looking at?
Showtime: All matches are subject to change. You have the power to make this right Luis. You have the opportunity now to fulfill your promise and be a man of your word. In this moment to be the better man and add me to the main event.
Icemann: I told you that you will not…
Showtime: I know what you said, but that doesn’t make it right!
(Showtime slams his hands on the desk losing his cool. Most men might jump at the outburst, but Luis’ eyes just narrow as if trying to bore a hole through Showtime.)
Showtime: I didn’t come back and buy a stake in Pure Class Wrestling to be some desk monkey. I came here to become the world champion and this will happen. You keep talking about fairness, but how is it fair that every wrestler in this federation can have a chance at the top spot but me? How is it fair that I can create almost any match I want, except ones that pertains to me? You talk about fair but all you are doing is being incredibly unfair to me!
Icemann: I am done talking about this.
Showtime: Of course you are, because you know I’m right.
(You can see the blood starting to boil in Luis’ face and he points to the door.)
Icemann: Get out!!!
(Instead of getting in the Icemann’s face, Showtime throws up his hands in defeat.)
Showtime: Sure thing friend, but I think you’re going to be sorry for that decision.
Icemann: Is that a threat?
Showtime: Friends don’t threaten friends. Let’s call it a courteous warning.
(Showtime walk out from behind the desk and walks past his boss who is half expecting Showtime to make some sort of move. Showtime calmly walks by and doesn’t say another word, but does slam the door behind him as he exits. In the hallway Showtime retrieves his cell phone and puts it to his ear.)
Showtime: I gave him a second chance to see reason, so I guess you have a deal sir.
(Showtime hangs up and makes his way back to his dressing room.)
MATCH SEVEN
Non-Title Singles Match
“THE Asshole” Whitey Ford (INT ©) w/"The Ego" MJ Windsor vs. Ace Anderson
Referee: Tyrone Little
Details: ‘Pain Redefined’ bursts into the arena to herald Ace Anderson’s arrival, and the fans greet him with resounding support after his recent actions to combat men like Scythe and Whitey Ford. On his way to the ring, the normally intense and reserved Anderson gives a few nods of appreciation to the fans but keeps focused on the task at hand. Climbing into the ring with ever-present dominance, Ace has a word with Tyrone Little and awaits his opponent.
And that opponent is met with a tremendous round of jeers as ‘Critical Acclaim’ by Avenged Sevenfold hits and Whitey Ford walks out onto the stage. Walking, however, may be a kind term for his action though. The International Champion appears to be stumbling as he makes his way down the ramp, swaying back and forth with very little stability. Ace looks on from inside the ring, unsure of what is going on.
As Ford gets closer and closer to the ring, it looks increasingly like he is intoxicated as he even begins to shout at the crowd. Although his words are slurred, the microphones at ringside pick up a few snippets of sentences; “…you don’t know nothin’!”, “…bunch of f*****g…” and finally as he stares up at Anderson, “….think you can beat me, sasquatch!?”
Anderson looks angered at the state of his opponent and watches as he tries to climb the steps, stumbling again as he practically falls onto the apron. Using the ropes, Ford manages to haphazardly get himself into the ring but can barely stand under his own power. Ace prepares himself for the match, readying himself for some kind of elaborate deception, but as Little approaches Ford it becomes clear this is not the case.
Little asks him a couple of questions, only receiving slurred and incoherent answers in reply. The referee even goes so far as to smell the air around Ford and is visible repulsed by the odour emanating from him. With serious concerns as to whether the International Champion would be able to defend himself in a match, Little turns to look at Anderson’s still focused and furious demeanour.
Finally, and with a motion resembling a tumbling redwood, Ford collapses without warning into a drunken heap. Referee Little reacts immediately, calling for a bell that ends the match before it’s even begun, designating Ford unable to defend himself and the match a draw via referee stoppage. EMT’s rush to the ring, though aside from a stomach pump there’s not much they’ll be able to do, while Anderson leaves disgusted at his opponent.
Winner: Draw via Referee Stoppage
Powerful Men, Powerful Words
Details: We cut backstage to find a distraught Kaijin Shinyru walking down the hallway. Covered in sweat, his chest heaving in and out, it’s obvious he’s not too happy with what has transpired this evening. In a moment, he snaps; rushing to the nearby catering table and throwing everything to the ground before kicking it over.
“Kaijin!”
A staffer shouts, as he approaches – Kaijin looks like he’s going to strike him, but he stops. Collecting himself, he backs away and looks to walk away and walks right into a waiting MONROE, wearing a smirk from ear to ear.
“So powerful…”
The sarcastic drawl in MONROE’s voice was evident, Shinryu looked MONROE dead in the eye before walking past him. He showed no emotions, no rage, nothing more than indifference as he ignored the comment from the man.
“Prove me wrong. Prove them all wrong. You, me, no disqualification, no rules, we fight like true men. You leave the match unconscious or you give up. You can prove to the whole world that you’re a changed man for 2013 if you win, and if I win? Well, I prove to the world that your victory over me was a fluke, and there’s nothing powerful about the loser you are…”
Puro stops dead in his tracks, looking over his shoulder. He says nothing, but the look in his eyes says everything – a passionate rage that’s just aching to get out. After a moment, he simply nods, before walking away
MATCH EIGHT
Non-Title Singles Match
Murdoc (Tag Team ©) vs. El Musculo w/Miss Mandy
Referee: Joseph Buckland
Details: El Musculo is the first to the ring, with Miss Mandy close at hand. Murdoc is out to the ring next, Tag Team championship draped over his shoulder. He has no one to keep him in check this week, so he walks freely to the ring. Once the two combatants are in the ring, it isn't long before the bell rings and El Musculo is off! He knows how badly this can get, and fast ... so he ups the tempo to his own pace and outruns the big man in the beginning. And it seems to work, with Musculo peppering Murdoc with stinging blows. Fast jabs, quick kicks and sudden knees.
The big man is reeling from the desperation onslaught from 'The Epitome of Aerial'. Murdoc is dazed, and Musculo bounces off the ropes to smack Murdoc across his broad chest with a clothesline. The bearded bastard staggers and Musculo goes again, nearly with the same results. Third time is a charm and Musculo changes to a high angle dropkick that plants Murdoc. Quick pin attempt and Murdoc is out just after the one count.
As soon as he's on a knee, Musculo is off the ropes once more ... adding rope assisted momentum to his own and planting both of his knees into Murdoc's face. Murdoc is back on the mat, and Musculo again goes for the cover. 2 count. Musculo doesn't even bother arguing with the ref and goes back on the attack, pummeling Murdoc as he continue to move to his feet all the while.
Murdoc has had about enough of this. With a great bellowing, Murdoc palms El Musculo's head in one hand and literally shoves him across the ring. Musculo recovers quickly and that two seconds is all Murdoc needs as he catches Musculo coming in. He hoists Musculo into the air and walks backwards, dropping Musculo on the turnbuckle and with surprising quickness of his own, rebounds off the opposite ropes with a Big Boot that nearly sends Musculo into the third row. In any case, it's enough to drop him to the floor on the outside.
Murdoc looks absolutely enraged and with no one to stem the flow of anger, Murdoc is on the warpath. Immediately exiting the ring, Murdoc grabs a double handful of mask and slams Musculo's head into the nearby ringside steps ... Miss Mandy looking on with horror. Looking on only, as no one in their right mind would dare willingly step in front of this raging animal. Hefting Musculo back into the ring, Murdoc climbs in with uncharacteristic haste, stalking the retreating Musculo. Mandy slapping the mat, the ref turns to face her at the sudden noise and Musculo springs up ... and punches Murdoc dead in the testicles. Murdoc drops to a knee and the ref is just in time to see it. He's confused, but Musculo isn't trying to explain. A desperate move from a desperate man, and Musculo is back on top.
He's battering away at the big man's defenses, and Murdoc is reeling. Reeling but not out, Murdoc answers with shots of his own. Heavy handed shots that stagger Musculo enough to allow Murdoc to punch the man dead in the chest. The heart punch resounding with a sickening thud, Musculo drops to his knees ... but to Murdoc no prayers of salvation will be enough to stop him. He puts both hands on the side of the neck of El Musculo and hoists him up, choking the life out of him.
He tosses him back and Musculo staggers, falling back against the ropes and unwittingly tangling himself in the strands. Murdoc stares at Musculo much like a predator sizing up his prey. Murdoc moves in a blasts him with a Double Axe Handle to the face, making his body go limp for a few seconds. Murdoc doesn't stop there. Another Double Axe Handle ... and another. Relentless. Merciless. He goes with yet ANOTHER Axe Handle and the referee steps in, threatening Murdoc with a disqualification if he does not allow Musculo to become untangled. Murdoc considers this for all of .000002 nanoseconds and does it!
Except. Not the Double Axe Handle. THIS time. No no. This time, Murdoc sets off a vicious and bright fireball RIGHT IN EL MUSCULO'S FACE! The bell rings immediately and the ringside doctor bolts into the ring to check on El Musculo.
Winner: El Musculo via Disqualification
Return of the Playa
Details: Murdoc stands above Musculo as if he has emerged victorious, an intense, almost sadistic look across his face. Quickly Miss Mandy calls to the back for somebody attend to her client who is clutching his face in agony and rolling around on the mat. The crowd are in complete uproar and are jeering Murdoc wildly as he does nothing but look on at the damage he has done. Finally Miss Mandy has enough and starts to make her way toward the ramp to find help.
As she does, a form of help arrives as Musculo’s tag partner burst out from the back. Tyrone Smith rushes down the ramp with an angered look all over his face and a gaze set entirely on Murdoc who still looms over the downed El Musculo. Diving into the ring, Crazy Boy immediately jumps in to protect his partner from any more punishment. Throwing punches by the dozen, Smith pushes Murdoc back and gets him to the ropes but the power of Murdoc is undeniable. Even as Smith fires away with shots Murdoc pushes back and finally lifts a brutal knee into the gut of the Smith, stopping him dead.
Still Smith tries to recover and replies with a volley of shots to the gut but Murdoc is unmoving and slams down a Double Axe Handle into his back. As Smith falls to his knees, Murdoc pulls back and holds up his hand, staring at the oversized fist that forms and then at Crazy Boy’s vulnerable head. He pulls back his hand, winds up for the Temporary Oblivion and…. The crowd cheers, loudly and unexpectedly.
Down the ramp flies another figure, a blur of light that can only be identified by a heavy gold chain round his neck, a golden laced ‘grill’ and a durag flapping around in his wake. The figure darts past the cheering fans and slides into the ring, carrying all his momentum with him into a shuddering right hand that knocks the unsuspecting Murdoc back onto the ropes. With his senses in disarray, the former Prophet can do nothing as the white blur unleashes shot after shot and finally pulls back for the kill-shot. Just as the mystery man goes for the strike, Murdoc drops down to the mat and rolls evasively to the outside, looking up to see the identity of his attacker…
It’s Pegasus… but not. With his chromed grill, blinging chain and durag flapping, it’s absolutely unmistakable. It’s not Pegasus, it’s Playa Pegs!
As Murdoc makes his way around ringside, help finally arrives from the back as Crazy Boy makes his way over to El Musculo and Playa Pegs watches over both of them.
MAIN EVENT
Non-Title Six-Person Tag Team Match
Grimm; Rick Majors; Nacho Grande vs. Sean Rhodes (World ©); "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght; “The Adrenaline King” Justin Kaard
Referee: Eddie Lane
Details: “NACHOOOOOOOO!”
The music hits, and the crowd goes crazy – but there is no sign of the superstar. We get a cut to backstage and the staff members can’t seem to find him anywhere. With that, we cut back to the stage as staff seems to be moving forward with the next entrance. The lights go out and soon the soft sounds of guitars creep their way through the arena. With guitars picking up, a spotlight appears on the stage and Rick Major’s takes to the center of it. “Demons” by Sleigh Bells plays as Rick Majors makes his way to the ring. About half way down the stage, the song is cut and the lights transitions a bit, still remaining dark. As the spotlight illuminates the entry way and “Winter Shaker” by Wovenhand plays, Grimm takes to the stage.
Rick Majors looks up the stage, taking notice of his partner as the crowd’s focus seems fixed upon the #1 contender. He pauses on the stage, gazing down at the ring, before making haste towards it – that’s when a commotion takes the attention away from Grimm. Justin Kaard comes stumbling through curtains and soon after he is followed by Nacho Grande. Nacho plants a firm kick into Kaard’s midsection before slamming him into the stage. Referees and road agents pull through the curtains, pulling the men apart as they are escorted down to the ring separately, both men trying to violently reach another. The fight is soon interrupted by the sound of “Gold on the Ceiling” by The Black Keys, and a concerned Michael Wryght comes out of the curtains.
He barks out some orders towards the staff members before making his way down the ramp. He is approached by a referee and he instructs them to make sure both men get to their corners. “Hell’s Bells” by AC/DC hits, and despite the brawl the crowd goes wild. Sean Rhodes walks through the curtains like a man on a mission. With the PCW World Title resting on his shoulder, he makes his way down the ramp and quickly to the stairs. Walking the length, he takes a moment to look to the crowd before exchanging words with a fuming Nacho Grande outside of the ring. Eddie Lane converses with some agents ringside before ultimately calling for the bell. Rick Majors and Michael Wryght are the first men in to start things off.
They lock up, Majors quickly takes the lead in the dance, pulling Wryght into a headlock and wrenching at it quickly. Wryght pushes Majors into the ropes and throws him off; Majors hits the ropes, rebounds, goes for a clothesline, Majors ducks it. Wryght turns around into a side kick to the gut from Majors who steps back and hits him with a knee lift. Wryght falls to a knee before being put down with a series of elbow smashes and a pin attempt.
….
Kick out from Wryght, Rhodes and Nacho watch on, but Nacho seems more interested in throwing barbs across the ring to Kaard, who’s all too eager to reply; Grimm looks on to the match with a disturbing calm. Wryght is up and quickly takes control from Majors, but suddenly Kaards body goes whizzing past the two men. Crashing into Nacho on the apron, the two men roll out and brawl on the outside. Wryght and Majors look on, before soon returning to the fight themselves. Rhodes and Grimm state off from their respective aprons before entering the ring themselves. Kaard and Nacho make it to the announcers table, as Kaard bounces Nacho’s head off the top, staff tries to pull them apart but it seems hopeless. Inside of the ring, only Rhodes and Grimm remain, Wryght and Majors exchanging blows on the outside as the champion and number on contender simply stand face to face – that’s when the first shot is taken. As Eddie Lane stands on the apron, instructing Wryght and Majors to get back into the ring, Rhodes and Grimm have come to blows. Right hand after right, the men exchange them in the dead center of the ring, neither man seeming to gain momentum. Eddie Lane steps into the ring and has no choice to call for the bell, as all hell has broken loose.
As Grimm and Rhodes still exchange blows back and forth, Majors rolls Mr Showtime into the ring and follows him to continue the fight while Nacho does the same to Kaard. Somehow all siz men engage in the middle of the ring with no sign of the chaos stopping.
Winners: Draw via Referee Stoppage
A Pain-ful Challenge
Details: With all hell breaking loose, Nacho, Majors and Grimm appear to get the upper hand, forcing their rivals backwards toward the ropes with no regard for the now-finished match or any rules. The fight continues until Justin Kaard, sick of the fighting it seems, bails from the ring and makes a beeline for the ramp. As he does, Showtime realises he and Rhodes are outnumbered and takes the yellow way out too, scrambling under the bottom rope to leave only the World Champion to take on the opposing trio.
Rhodes and Grimm continue to exchange blows until finally they realise that neither man is gaining an advantage, they are in fact at a complete standstill. The crowd are loving the back and forth but soon both men are aware that it can’t go on and they pull back. Again the crowd cheers wildly as the equally matches superstars stare at each other. Rhodes, seeing he is outnumbered 3 to 1, does the smart things and backs off to the ropes while Grimm allows him to leave as a mark of respect.
As Showtime and Kaard seem to be making their way back up the ramp, Kaard looks up to see Nacho taunting him from inside the ring, challenging him to come back and get some more. This merely has the effect of angering the Adrenaline King who seemingly wants to fight but is conflicted about getting back in the ring with Nacho.
Still the Luchador continues to goad Kaard into a fight though, and Kaard soon has enough of the tainting.Charging toward the ring, Justin looks to confront his rival but somebody stands in his way… a reserved and somewhat pensive Sean Rhodes, just walking up the ramp after his confrontation with Grimm. Before Kaard can pass him, Rhodes instinctively blocks his path and pushes Kaard backwards to prevent the inevitable mistake of challenging Nacho.
Kaard can clearly be heard shouting at the World Champion, “What the hell are you doing?!” but Rhodes calmly replies and tried to cool down the younger man’s temper with comments like “You don’t want to do this, this is a mistake.” Kaard’s furious manner boils over, though, and he grabs a microphone from a stage hand, staring evilly back at Nacho Grande in the ring.
Justin Kaard: You want to end this Nacho?!
Inside the ring, Nacho stops taunting for a moment to simple nod in acceptance to this question. The crowd cheer in the affirmative too, wanting to see another showdown between these two men.
Justin Kaard: Fine! We’ll end it at Collision Course in a…. Pain of Glass Match!
The crowd is stunned as Kaard throws the microphone violently toward the ring and finally moves away from Sean Rhodes, giving him a look of derision as he leaves. Meanwhile Rhodes can still only turn and look back at Grimm with both intensity and respect, both men left with doubts if they can overcome the other one-on-one.
*CLICK*
Overview[/u]
Eira def Rikkashot via Pinfall
Darren Hughes def Tyrone Smith via Pinfall
Q & Cody Steel def Andy D & Kaijin Shinryu via Pinfall
Areas def Usali Basilisk via Pinfall
MONROE def Scythe via Countout
Marissa McCool & Alex Roman def High Tide & Jule Martin via Pinfall
Whitey Ford and Ace Anderson draw via Referee Stoppage
El Musculo def Murdoc via Disqualification
Grimm, Rick Majors & Nacho Grande draw with Sean Rhodes, Michael Wryght and Justin Kaard via Referee Stoppage
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All Rights Reserved.
Thanks to Monroe, Eira, Shannon and Tom for all their help with writing. It’s VERY much appreciated as always. Also thanks to everybody that submitted segs and everyone who rp’d.[/size][/color]
