Post by Non Compos Mentis on Jan 23, 2013 19:07:30 GMT -5
PCW PRESENTS: COLLISION COURSE 3
Sunday, January 20th 2013
Live on Pay Per View from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina
DARK MATCH
Tag Team Match
Rikkashot & Othorien Graham vs. Slam II & Cory "The Bear" Steel
Referee: Nolan Burke
Details: Before the cameras roll and Collision Course officially commences, the Faithful in attendance get a taste of PCW tag team action. The rag-tag team of Rikkashot and Orthorien Graham make separate entrances. Rikkashot enters to either cheers or apathy, while Graham enters to apathetic boos. The Devil’s Men, on the other hand, receive a mixed reaction as they enter together. Some throw jeers their way, but it also appears Cory Steel is starting to develop a following in PCW. He looks comfortable with his partner David Slam, and the two look entirely on the same page.
The same can’t be said for their opponents, however. Before the match even begins, Rikkashot and Graham are already arguing about strategy and who will start the match. In the end, the luchadore concedes, opting to stand on the apron and play to the crowd while Graham stands in the ring and waits. The Devil’s Men form a quick game-plan in their own corner, and the match begins with David Slam making his debut before PCW’s Faithful.
Graham and Slam lock up, jockey for position, and Orthorien Graham is the first to get the upper hand. He brings Slam down with a Japanese armdrag, following it up with a seated armbar. For the next few minutes of the contest, Rikkashot tries to get the crowd pumped while Graham tries to keep Slam down. He does a good job until Cory Steel turns the tide, making a blind tag off an irish whip and absolutely rocking Graham with a clothesline. Slam returns to their corner to recover, while Steel goes to work on Orthorien Graham.
And the work is hard and convincing. Without giving Graham a moment’s repose, Steel connects with a series of slams, including a Belly to Back Powerslam and a Running Side Slam, both for two counts. With Graham thoroughly hurt, Steel tags in his partner and they continue with a series of impressive tag-team action. They begin with a double vertical suplex, follow it with some quick-tag brawling in the corner, and end the sequence with a HUGE double back body drop. Graham can barely stand, but the Devil’s Men aren’t done. Slam makes the conscious decision to whip Graham into his own corner. Rikkashot makes a tentative tag on his nearly unconscious partner, entering the ring to face David Slam.
Slam waits, raising his fists as if to say ‘bring it,’ and Rikkashot obliges. Sort of. At least, he tries to bring it. He charges at Slam and attempts a leaping clothesline. Slam ducks it with ease and Rikkashot hits the mat. He’s quick to get up, shouts to the crowd, and tries a spinning wheel kick. This connects, Slam goes down, and Rikkashot gets so excited he forgets about his opponent. Instead of following up his move with some wrestling, he jumps up and down, pointing to the crowd and poking fun at Cory Steel. Big mistake. Cory Steel steps through the ropes, charges, and Rikkashot runs away, back into his own corner. Steel helps Slam up, the two share a word, Nolan Burke tells Steel to return to his corner, and the match continues.
Rikkashot wants to tag Orthorien Graham now, but Graham wants no more part of the match. Instead, he steps off the apron, nursing his injuries, leaving Rikkashot alone to face the Devil’s Men. Graham exits the arena via the curtain, the crowd booing all the while, and is never seen again. Slam is a little agitated now, and it shows. Rikkashot hits a chop but Slam doesn’t flinch. He yells at him to try again, and Rikkashot goes for a punch. Slam blocks it with ease, punching Rikkashot square in the face. Rikkashot stumbles backwards, causing Nolan Burke to warn Slam about using a closed fist. This gives Rikkashot a moment to recover. Not that it does him any good. Steel is now almost begging to get into the ring, so Slam obliges him with a tag.
Steel slowly walks to the middle of the ring, waiting for Rikkashot to make a move. In a last ditch effort, Rikkashot attempts the Whizzer. He pretends to throw a boomarang behind Cory Steel, hoping Steel will bite and look. But Steel doesn’t look. Instead, Rikkashot is stuck looking dumb in front of Cory Steel who sticks a Big Boot right in his face. And he wastes no time. He lifts Rikkashot to his feet, placing the luchadore’s head between his legs, then hoisting him up for a powerbomb. In a final moment of awareness, Rikkashot attempts the Rhyme No Reason, trying to counter the powerbomb with a hurricanrana. He throws his weight backward but Steel resists, stopping Rikkashot’s momentum with his masked head just above the canvas. In a show of strength he hauls Rikkashot back up, slamming him down with a powerbomb. But he doesn’t let go; instead he picks up the masked man once more, driving him into the mat with a second powerbomb, and then a third, as Rikkashot ‘Rides the Bear.’ Cory drags the near unconscious luchadore to the corner, tagging in David Slam, who mounts the top turnbuckle. Slam leaps, forcing both feet into Rikkashot’s chest as he connects with the Stoner Stomp. David Slam pins Rikkashot and The Devil’s Men are victorious.
As Nolan Burke raises their hands, EMTs come to the ring with a stretcher to carry away the now unconscious and potentially paralyzed Rikkashot while Cory Steel and David Slam celebrate their first victory as a PCW tag team.
Winners: Slam II & Cory Steel via Pinfall
Welcome To Collision Course 3
Details: LETS DO THIS!
The first words of ‘War Pigs’ by Black Sabbath hit and the pyros in the arena immediately begin to fire in a spectacular show that captivates the PCW Faithful. The extravaganza continues as the crowd cheers wildly for the start to the show. Images of all their favourite (and not-so favourite) PCW stars flash across the Tron with a glitzy video interlaced with shots of the rivalries the fans will see during the night. As the song continues and the pyrotechnics finally come to an awe inspiring halt, the cameras move to ringside and the commentators for the evening, Jerry Andrews and Al Laiman.
Jerry Andrews: Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen, to Collision Course 3! I am Jerry Andrews and I’m joined by PCW Legend Al Laiman. And Al, what an amazing night it’s going to be…
Al Laiman: You’re damn right there, Andrews. It’s a night I don’t think we’ll ever forget. We have every title in PCW up for grabs including the newly resurrected Genesis Championship!
Jerry Andrews: Indeed, Eira and Q will face off to decide who will be the first Genesis Champion in nearly six years! And we’ll also see the terrifying Pain of Glass match return to PCW as Nacho Grande and Justin Kaard look to settle their grudge tonight.
Al Laiman: It’s not a grudge, Jerry, it’s a WAR! They’re going to tear each other apart just like Grimm and Sean Rhodes are going to in the Main Event… the only difference is they don’t hate each other, it’s just the way they are!
Jerry Andrews: You’re damn right there, Al. And without any further ado, it’s time for the first match of the evening!
MATCH ONE
Genesis Championship Tournament Finals
Genesis Rules
Eira vs. Q
Referee: Steve Shaw
Details: Al Laiman:”You know, before this match gets underway, I’ve got to say – am I the only person who thinks these two are secretly siblings?”
Jerry Andrews:”I’ll admit, I see a slight resemblance, but I don’t think that’s the case.”
Al Laiman:”It’s that white hair, the general bravado of both competitors.”
The arena lighting dims, soon being covered in a soothing blue light, as the light plucking of strings leads into a woman’s vocals…
“Come little children, I’ll take thee away into a land of enchantment…”
Q slowly meanders through the curtains and takes his place on the stage, getting a soft reaction from the crowd. Despite his odd nature, it seems to be enjoying his antics. He doesn’t acknowledge them; he doesn’t even acknowledge his surroundings. With a soft sigh, he makes his way down the ramp. Making his way to the ring, he slowly removes the tattered duster coat to reveal his traditional wrestling garb – that of long black slacks, a loose white fitting, long-sleeved, white v-neck that dips low enough to reveal a black, long-sleeved undershirt. Climbing on to the apron, he wipes his feet before entering the ropes.
Al Laiman:”Second cousins, at least…”
Jerry Andrews:”Oh would you knock it off.”
Al Laiman:”Third?”
A fog begins to roll across the stage, soon seeping into the ringside area. Low to the ground, the trail leads back up to the top of the stage all the lights begin to softly pulsate, “Untouchable" by Xtortion Audio setting the beat and as the woman’s moan kicks in, Eira takes the stage. Cutting through the curtains like a knife, she stands proudly at the top of the stage. Her body is covered in her tradition entrance robes, and her lengthy hair pulled back in a ponytail. She pauses, looking down the ramp and gazing upon Q. After a moment, she begins her march to the ring, seemingly to the rhythm of her entrance music.
Jerry Andrews:”Definitely one of the rising stars of PCW, as well as Q. I think they both have a bright future her in Pure Class Wrestling.”
Al Laiman:”I couldn’t agree more. They both bring a level of mystery and intrigue into their matches, and posses vastly different styles. I’m excited to see how they play off against each other.”
Climbing on to the apron, she wipes off her boots before disrobing and entering the ring. She watches Q out of the corner of her eyes as she paces the ropes, Q doesn’t seem to be paying her much mind. Referee Steve Shaw calls for the bell, and this match is ready to start! Eira instantly on the attack, using the lightning fast speed to rush in and take Q to the ground with a leaping arm drag. Off of the move, she rolls, chaining it into a pin attempt, Steve Shaw quickly gets into position!
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Q rolls through, bridging out of the move and creating a pin attempt of his own, Shaw quickly goes to count again!
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Eira reverses it, but releases. Both rush to their feet, Eira being the noticeably faster of the two as she quickly jumps to the air and catches Q’s neck with her legs to take him over with a hurricanrana, she doesn’t go for a pin however. Standing up, she begins to circle Q, showing a level of respectful restraint towards the competitor.
Jerry Andrews:”Great sportsmanship on display by Eira. She’s not going for the kill, but at the same time she’s giving it her all.”
Al Laiman:”See, it makes sense. She doesn’t want to hurt her brother, their mom might be mad at her..”
Jerry Andrews:”Back to the action in the ring, both Q and Eira are on their feet…”
Circling, they lock up, and as Eira steps in and goes for a knee to the abdomen, Q catches it with his right hand. Dropping down, he uses he leg to take he down as he bridges over her body and runs into the ropes. On the rebound, Eira goes for a high dropkick but Q runs under it! Eira comes down, landing on her stomach, and quickly springs back up and turns around, Q is waiting for her. Leaping into the air, he plans his feet on her abdomen and his hands on her shoulder as he falls backwards and tosses her into the air with a monkey flip – but Eira lands on her feet! Hitting the ropes, on the rebound she goes for a clothesline but Q takes her over in shoulder throw – but Eira rolls through. Standing, she steps into Q and hits a monkey throw of her own!
Al Laiman:”Beautiful displays of athletic grace from both of these competitors, I’d say they’re relatively even at this point.”
Al Laiman:”I’d have to agree with you, they’re testing the waters – trying to see each other’s strengths and weakness. I think the obvious difference, while both are fast, Eira is definitely faster.”
Eira leads Q to his feet and hits a clinch style knee to the abdomen, while keeping Q’s head in place with her forearms. Leading him towards the corner, she starts a barrage of knees – strong, stiff, but not looking as though she’s trying to heavily injury her opponent, simply trying to wear him down. Eira steps back and hits the opposite ropes, coming off of them, she goes for a cartwheel before springing into the air and going for a dropkick on Q, but he moves, and Eira presses off the top turnbuckle, doing a back flip and landing her feet – but Q is waiting. As Eira turns, Q steps into her body, letting his right leg slip between hers as his body twists, hitting what looks to be a STO/Clothesline style take down, he instantly goes for the cover.
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Kick out!
Eira powers out of the pin attempt, rolling to the apron as Q stands up, a slight dance in his movements. Watching Eira, he approaches and takes a hold of her right hand by the wrist, pulling it through the ropes and tucking and rolling, attempt to perform a throw the ropes, but Eira yanks back and Q loses his grip. Eira leans back, holding tight on the ropes before springing herself into the ring – a springboard hurricanrana – Q rolls through! Standing, he joists Eira into the air for what would assume would be a powerbomb. Lifting her up, he releases, letting her drop behind him. Quickly, he spins around and pulls Eira down into a schoolboy.
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Eira wriggles free, stumbling out of the pin and turning into another throw from Q, who goes for the quick pin attempt once again.
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Eira powers out, Q going for an instant dropkick but Eira moves! Eira steps in the rising Q and takes him over with a hip toss before locking in an armbar, but Q rolls out once again. Stepping into Eira’s frame, he stomps on her foot before bringing a knife style chop to the side of her neck. Eira stumbles, but looks confused by the attack.
Jerry Andrews:”I don’t think that worked like it was supposed to.”
Al Laiman:”Q’s got to bring a bit more to the table than Aikido. It’s not going to work on everybody..”
Eira steps in, taking a hold of Q’s arm and doing a quick wrench before pulling him and hitting a bridging Northern Lights Suplex for the pin attempt.
1…
Kick out!
Q stumbles to his feet, and as Eira goes to chase, he turns and puts Eira down with a quick drop toe hold. Rolling across her back, he applies a side headlock, leading Eira to her feet before stepping in with his right leg and spreading her arms as he performs a wide throw that drops her on her head – he instantly goes for the cover.
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Kick out!
Jerry Andrews:”Then there’s times when his style can surprise you, as I’m sure it surprised Eira.”
Al Laiman:”I wonder if they go to the same stylist? But I agree, but that’s not going to save him all the time. He’s got to be a bit more forceful, and I could say the same for Eira. She seems like she’s in the match, but she’s not being as cutthroat as normal.”
Eira stumbles to her feet and Q is close behind, he waits for her to strike, and when she does, he takes her down again, and goes for the cover.
1…
Kick out!
Eira gets to her feet, and rushes in, using her speed to her advantage as she hits knee clip and Q is flipped over on to his back. She rolls backwards, going for the cover.
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Q presses up, bending as he forces Eira to her feet. Lifting her up on to his shoulders, he begins to spin around !
Al Laiman:”An airplane spin!? Is he really doing an airplane spin!?”
Jerry Andrews:”Hey, if she’s dizzy, she can run – that neutralizes her speed advantage.”
Al Laiman:”Good tactic, but still, an airplane spin?”
After a few moments he releases Eira, and then suddenly steps into her figure. Using his right arm, he twist and extends Eira’s right arm, while doing with the same with her left arm, but tucks it behind her back – a submission of sorts. Stepping into Eira’s figure, he begins to waltz with her! The crowd cheers on, unsure of what to think!
Al Laiman:”I’m not seeing that, tell me that I’m not seeing this.”
Jerry Andrews:”Possibly the most unique submission attempt I have ever seen in all of my years in broadcast.”
Eira looks frustrated, but quickly powers out of the hold, stepping into Q and pushing backwards, he does nothing but offer a coy smile as Eira rushes in for the attack – and Q drops her with a drop toe hold, and this time takes a hold of her legs and begins to spin – releasing and tossing her with a giant swing. The crowd seems to laugh, but Q is quite serious about the move, following her and covering her for the pin!
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Eira powers out!
Eira staggers to her feet, and takes a running palm strike from Q that sends her reeling, dazed from the blow. Q waits for her to stumble in his direction, and as she does, he goes for a throw – but Eira stops him. Pushing Q backwards, she leaps into the air and lands on his shoulders – and Q falls, with Eira’s weight coming crashing down on his chest! She bridges backwards for the pin, planting her feet on Q’s shoulders.
1….
2….
Kick out!
Eira rolls off, and as Q stands, she hits him with a low flying kick to the gut the doubles him over. Rolling across Q’s back, she catches his head with her arms mid roll and hits a rather inventive looking neckrbeaker, instantly cradling off the impact into a pin.
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2….
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Kick out from Q, but Eira quickly rolls Q on to his stomach. Placing both of her knees on Q’s back, she reaches forward and crosses his arms and pulls them back against her throat – she’s going for the Snowed In!
Al Laiman:”This could be the end, that’s a brutal submission hold. He’s got nowhere to go, and they’re in the dead center of the ring.”
Jerry Andrews:” We haven’t seen her bust out this maneuver often, the title is on the line tonight, both of these competitors are trying to get their hands on the gold.”
Al Laiman:”Of course, that’s the point!”
She pulls back, and Q begins to wriggle, looking pained, but not entirely distraught – and that’s when he begins to sway back and forth. Eira pulls back, but Q continues to sway, before rolling them both over, nor Eira is pinned to the mat!?
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Eira releases the hold, and slides out from beneath the hold and Q quickly fights to his feet. Q turns, and hit with hard standing dropkick from Eira, and she goes for the cover.
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Kick out!
As Q stumbles to his feet, Eira looks to be measuring him up for a spear – but she hesitates. Q turns, and sees the standing Eira and simply watches her. Q looks startled, and quickly stares off in the distance with a look that could only be described as pure fear. Eira observes him oddly, before looking in the direction – Q begins to rat her, he leaps into the air, he goes for QFT, but Eira ducks under it, and pressing up, hitting in an inverted back body drop on Q! The crowd goes wild, and Eira looks to the top rope.
Jerry Andrews:”A unique distraction by Q, but it looks as though Eira had him dead to rights, we’ve seen this before, she’s going the Avalanche.”
Al Laiman:”I’ve got to say, regardless of who wins, enjoyable match up. Both these two present such a unique style, it’s a joy to watch.”
Jerry Andrews:”She’s on the top rope, readying herself.”
Eira sits upon the turnbuckle, watching as Q slowly rises – but she doesn’t jump, she doesn’t go for the avalanche, and Q rushes in and hits a high kick that staggers Eira! Hitting the ground, Q springs back and begins to climb the top rope. Standing on the middle rope, he tucks Eira down, wrapping his arms around her waist.
Jerry Andrews:”What is he doing?”
As he tries to heave her up, Eira locks her legs around the top turnbuckle. He tries to heave again, but nothing happens. Releasing, he looks down and is quickly pushed off the top rope! Q crashes and burns, landing back first on his back before stumbling to his feet. Eira leaps off, and lands on Q’s shoulders from behind. Leaning backwards, she arches her back and pull Q’s legs out from under him, pulling him inside out and performing a reverse hurricanrana into a pin attempt, Q wriggles, and Steve Shaw goes for the count!
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3!
Jerry Andrews: Eira is the new Genesis Champion! She got it!
Winner: Eira via Pinfall
An Invitation to the Mad House
Details: Q is standing in the ring, looking a bit lost and waving meekly at the crowd. Just as he reaches the stairs to dismount the ring…
Jerry Andrews: What the hell is that?
Al Laiman: What the hell are THEY?!
“White Rabbit,” by Collide pops to life on the PA system. Two rows of white rabbits descend towards the ring in perfect rhythm to the music. They line the runway, spaced in absolute symmetry to the beat of the snare drum. As the intro leads into the meat of the music, a pillar of purple smoke grows from the top of the ramp. The song progresses and an odd-looking man dressed in dapper, yet uncoordinated clothing emerges from the smoke. His bright orange hair peaks in all directions from under his top hat. He smiles at Q a grin both unnerving and amusing as he places his cane in front of him with both hands.
Jerry Andrews: Al… you want to help me with this?
Al Laiman: I have no idea, Jerry… not a clue.
He strides down to the ring to a hushed crowd who wait in anticipation as to what the strange newcomer may do. He pauses at the foot of the ramp and doffs his hat. He raises his arm above his head and rolls the hat down his arm, across his back and into his other hand. With a fluid motion, he scales the hat towards the ring, but it never lands. Instead, it simply hovers in place about six and a half feet above the ring, spinning.
Suddenly, the same purple smoke begins to envelop the strange man once again. From out of the hat, a simple little card floats to the ground like a falling leaf. Without warning, the hat speeds off back to the man who threw it. More and more smoke billows out of nowhere as the rabbit begin to pile around the man in the mist. He bows graciously as the puff reaches the level of his now returned and redonned hat. A fresh breeze blows through the auditorium, dissipating the smokescreen, revealing that the man has vanished! An audible gasp can be heard throughout the arena as Q suspiciously picks up the card. All it has on it are the simple words “You’re Invited” written in a beautiful cursive, leaving a bewildered and perplexed Q in its midst.
Jerry Andrews: I thought it was impossible, but did Q just get out-weirded?
Al Laiman: My brain lost the power to process anything about a minute ago, Jerry. I have no God damn idea what I just watched!
MATCH TWO
North American Championship #1 Contender's Match
Marissa McCool vs. Alex Roman
Referee: AJ Bennett
Details: The fans are waiting impatiently for the next match to start, and most give an excited cheer when "Diamond" by Stick To Your Guns plays over the PA system. While most know little to nothing about Alex Roman, it'll be nice to see some action from an assumably eccentric PCW star. However, as the seconds tick by, Roman is nowhere to be seen. A minute passes, and finally the music cuts. A camera from the backstage area sends feed to the big screen, showing PCW security and medical personnel bustling about in a small corridor. One of the medics move out of the way, revealing Alex Roman out cold on the floor.
"Hey, where's Marissa? We need to question her about this, maybe she got to him first to even the odds?" Dave Brandt says to one of his fellow security, and both men hurry down the hallway with the camera in pursuit. As the men move through the corridors of the arena, they pass many of the backstage staff, agents, tech guys, several wrestlers including one unfamiliar face. The man is in very loud casual attire, most notably a flared jacket with a crucifix on the rear and one word above it, ‘Cross’. McCool's locker room isn't very far away from the scene, and Brandt knocks loudly. "Ms. McCool, it's time for your match, as in...NOW."
There's no response from inside the locker room, so Brandt slowly opens the door, only to find McCool out cold not far from the doorway. "Hey, we need help down here, McCool is out too!" He cries back down the hallway towards the medical team, then shoves the camera away from the doorway.
Introducing… The New Breed
Details: [The scene opens to the hallways in the back of the arena. The camera pans down the hall slowly looking side to side as they pass the labeled dressing rooms of PCW Superstars like Ace Anderson, Whitey Ford, monroe, and Grimm.]
[The halls are fairly quiet, as the Superstars get ready for their big night. PCW Titles could change hands tonight on several fronts, so those who hold the precious gold are gathering their thoughts, and those who want to take it by any means necessary are gearing up for the fight of their lives.]
[As the camera pans down the hall, we come to a new name tag denoting a new group of PCW Superstars. This one reads:
The New Breed
and as we get closer to the door, a bunch of voices can be heard.]
[Suddenly, the door opens, and people begin to spill into the hallway. A small blonde woman looks back over her shoulder, being the first onintothe hall, and shouts at the rest ofthem.
"Damn guys. Don't you think our first night in the new place we should try to keep it down some?" she yells over thieroud voices.
"Yeah, we piss enough people off just letting Sebastian climb into the ring and talk on a mic! Do we really need to aggravate anyone else?" a nearly bald middle aged man with a pocked marked face exclaims, sort of jokingly.
"Shut up. I don't care if those filthy sweat hogs out there like me, love, me or hate me... as long as the PCW PAYS ME... I could give less fucks than Eira does about that douche bag redneck she kicked the crap out of the other week." Sebastian S. Paul chimes in over them all.
"Can we just find the catering tables and get some food? I haven't eaten all day!" whines a nerdy looking kid in glasses, perhaps in his early twenties.
"Yes, Charles. We need to get some food and get back to the locker room so John, Sebastian, and I can go over some things for tonight. A new company means lots of new challenges ahead, and we need to scope out some of the talent around here." says Victor Bradshaw as he makes his way out of the dressing room last.
"Whatever. The 'Talent' around here can kiss my ass. From what I have seen around the PCW so far, I would lay down half of the New Breed Foundation betting that Charles here can take most of them by himself." Johnathan Cable remarks confidently as he makes his way down the hallway, trailed by the 'Lock Down' crew and Victor.
"Whoa there buddy... I am not a profe..." Charles starts to pipe in with his two cents before the blonde collars him and cuts him off abruptly.
"Charlie, John knows you aren't a professional wrestler. He is being a dick, as per usual." she says to him as sweetly as a cutting remark about a monster can be said.
"Yeah. Darina you tell him." states the balding man as he makes his way slowly around the halls in the back of the arena.
"Hey. How about fuck you both?" John asks sarcastically over his shoulder, his gravelly voice muffled through his mask.
"You wish you sorry..." Darina begins before the balding man grabs her as she makes a lunge towards John at the front of the pack.
"Owen... you may want to restrain your pet there. Her actions could prove dangerous to her health if she isn't careful." John mouths off at the balding man as he breaks away from the group to go look out across the arena.
[The rest of them make their way towards the catering rooms as Victor and Sebastian try to cool Darina down long enough to stop the war that's brewing from making any headway. Well... tonight, at least... as the scene fades to black.]
MATCH THREE
Genesis Championship #1 Contender's Match
Genesis Rules
Areas vs. Andy D
Referee: Manny Cruz
Details: “Hypest Hype” begins to play as Andy D steps out on to the stage, but he looks more forlorn than usual. He takes a moment to pose, flashing a smile to the fans, before beginning his trek down the ramp towards the ring.
Jerry Andrews:”Always a fan favorite, I think he’s a bit let down over the fact he didn’t make it to the finals.”
Al Laiman:”It’s a tough break, since losing the North American title, he has unsucessfuly made a run at the Tag Team titles, and the finals for the Genesis Title tournament. If he can beat Areas tonight, he’ll get a shot at the newly crowned champion, Eira.”
Suddenly, and very briefly, Andy’s entrance video cuts off the Tron and is replaced but an image…
As soon as it is acknowledged, the picture disappears, leaving everybody confused and unsure what exactly they saw.
Stepping into the ring, he hits the ropes, does a roll, and jumps up. As he begins to stretch, his moment is interrupted by “Living in America”.
Jerry Andrews:”Here comes the most hated man in all of PCW.”
Al Laiman:”If Whitey Ford and Areas were to ever tag team, I think the world would end. Just couldn’t handle it.”
After a few moments, Areas steps out – but tonight, he’s sporting something different, false teeth, yellow and large. Waiving the American flag high in the air, he points to Andy D and begins to scream out nonsense at him.
Areas:”AIN’T NO TEA HERE FOR YOU TONIGHT, BOY, I’MMA SHOW YOU THE COLORS THAT DON’T RUN!?“
The camera cuts away from Areas, and Andy D doesn’t look all too pleased with Areas’ portrayal of British dental hygiene. Oddly enough, Areas seems to be wearing a football jersey as well – a New England Patriots jersey. Walking around the ring, he stops for a moment to wave the flag before attaching it to the post.
Areas:”THIS IS REAL FOOTBALL. AIN’T NO FAIRIES PRANCIN’ AROUND IN SHORTS!?”
He removes the jersey and tosses it to the ground, not wanting to give it to the fans. Entering the ring, he spits out the false teeth in Andy D’s direction before trying to start a ‘murrica chant, and oddly enough, the crowd doesn’t go along with it.
Jerry Andrews:”You know you’re absolutely vile when you can’t even get ‘USA’ chant going…”
Al Laiman:”To be honest, I think most people would like to avoid acknowledging the fact that he represents the country…”
Andy D has had enough, hitting the ropes, he goes flying over the top rope and crashing into Areas, and the crowd goes nuts. Manny Cruz quickly rushes to the edges, checking on the competitors, and Andy D is quick to rise to his feet. He begins to pepper the rising Areas with lightning fast kicks, before stepping into him and hitting a dropkick that sends Areas tumbling to the ground. Andy D chases him, picking up the Patriots jersey and tossing it at the fallen Areas. Areas rises, stumbling to his feet, and quickly sliding beneath the bottom rope. As Andy D follows, Manny Cruz calls for the bell as both men have entered the ring, but Areas is quick to attack the entering Andy D, dropping a stomp on Andy’ s back before dragging him to his feet and putting him down with a hard right.
Jerry Andrews:”If Andy D wants to beat Areas, he needs to avoid the power game at all costs. Areas has such a tremendous size advantage, he can’t let himself get pounded like that.”
Al Laiman:”Nobody wants to let themselves get pounded, it just happens. This isn’t a porno flick. He’s not getting paid to take the money shot – it just happens.”
Andy D stumbles to his feet only to be forced into the corner by Areas who begins to swing wildly with both hands. One to the head, to the shoulder, to the chest, Areas doesn’t seem to care where he’s throwing the punches as long as they hit something. Stepping back, he lets Andy D stumble forward before stepping in and wrapping his arms around him. Heaving, he lifts Andy up, spins, and puts him down with a side belly-to-belly suplex. He goes for the cover.
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A kick out!
Jerry Andrews:”When you’ve got a guy like Areas throwing their entire body weight on you, it’s a surprise he kicked out at one.”
Al Laiman:”Andy D is the heart and soul of PCW. You’ve got to do more than that to keep him down, trust me.”
Andy D stumbles to his feet all the while Areas hurls insults at him. The crowd’s hatred of Areas is evident, but while the crowd maybe getting worked over, it doesn’t seem as though Areas’ verbal jabs are effecting Andy any. As Areas approaches, Andy D attacks. Leaping forward, he throws a low dropkick at Areas’ left knee, the blow takes him to the ground. As he Areas attempts to recover, he’s met with a low flying dropkick to the head that scatters his brains. Andy doesn’t go for a cover, knowing he hasn’t done nearly enough damage. Waiting, as Areas rises, he rushes at the superstar from behind. Jumping into the air, he runs across Areas’ back and leaps forward, landing on the middle rope before turning and jumping backwards and hitting a BEAUTIFUL springboard dropkick!
Jerry Andrews:”And THAT is why you don’t count Andy D out. His speed, his creativity, the man is genius inside of the ring.”
Al Laiman:”Areas didn’t see that coming, who would have?”
Jerry Andrews:”Cut him right down to size.”
Andy D quickly sprawls across Areas, hooking his leg for the pin as Manny Cruz gets into position for the count.
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Kick out!
Areas powers out at two, and the fans rally behind Andy D, who is already standing and waiting to continue his offense. As Areas stumbles to his feet, Andy D unleashes a torrent of kicks, all of which are aimed at Areas’ abdomen.
Jerry Andrews:”This isn’t Andy D’s first rodeo, he knows he needs to take away the cardio of Areas, and he needs to take it away quickly.”
Al Laiman:”I’m not sure if he can take it away as quickly as Areas will simply lose it. Have you seen him?”
Stepping back, Andy D waits, measuring up Areas, before stepping forward and going for a kick to the head – but Areas catches the blow. Pulling Andy D in, he lifts Andy up and over before spinning and putting him down with a hard spinebuster, he slowly goes for the cover, barely hooking Andy D’s leg as he smirks with his tongue hanging out of his mouth.
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Kick out!
The crowd is on it’s feet, cheering, yelling, fighting as hard as they can to rally behind Andy D, and Areas doesn’t look too pleased with this. Approaching the ropes, he begins to shout out vulgarities to the crowd members at ringside – taking his eye off the ball, and giving Andy D time to recover. Getting to his feet, he watches as Areas engages the crowd and sees an opening. Running forward, he leaps into the air and plants a dropkick right across Areas’ back, sending him up, over, and outside of the ring.
Al Laiman:”You can’t give a guy like Andy D an opening like that – he’ll take it everytime.”
Jerry Andrews:”He’s been around the block in PCW, while he might not be the biggest competitors, he’s definitely one of the smartest if you ask me.”
Areas crashes and burns on the outside as Andy D takes to the top rope. He waits, measuring up Areas as the man stumbles to his feet, and as Areas turns to see Andy D on the top rope – he takes flight. Turning around quickly, Andy takes off, performing a Moonsault to the outside – Areas catches him!? Stumbling, Areas steps back and slams Andy D face first on to the ring barrier. As Andy D stumbles back, Areas tackles him, smashing him back first into the apron.
Jerry Andrews:”Andy D took a risk going to the top and giving Areas that much time to recover, and now he’s going to pay for it.”
Al Laiman:”I think he just underestimated the strength of Areas, it’s something he won’t do again.”
Jerry Andrews:”Agreed, he doesn’t tend to make a lot of mistakes like that – and I’m sure he’s learned from that one already..”
Arching his back in pan, Andy stumbles away as Areas releases him, but he doesn’t have long to rest. Areas reaches out, guiding Andy D back into the ring and beginning an onslaught on the ground. Holding Andy D by his hair, he begins to bounce right hands off of his forehead. Manny Cruz begins a count.
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2….
The blows keep coming down.
3…
Areas shows no signs of slowing down.
4…..
Area releases, stepping away from Andy D but grabbing him by the ankle as he drags him towards the ropes.
Jerry Andrews:”He’s not, is he?”
Al Laiman:”I think he is…”
Areas steps back, standing behind Andy before breaking into a spring. Jumping over Andy, he lands on the canvas before springing into the air. His feet hit the middle rope and he simply seems to fall backwards, barely making the rotation but going for a lionsault – but Andy D puts his knees up!?
Jerry Andrews:”Scouted that move perfectly, like I’ve said before, Andy D has a mind for this.”
Al Laiman:”That’s going to hurt in the morning..”
Areas rolls on the ground, holding his midsection as Andy D stumbles to his feet. Approaching the ropes, Andy jumps over the top rope and lands on the apron and begins to stomp his feet, obviously anxious for Areas to stand. Areas, who is facing the other way, crawls to his feet before staggering and turning around – springboard tornado DDT from Andy D, and the crowd absolutely erupts!? Cover!
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No! Kick out!
Andy sits up, absolutely stunned by the fact that Areas kicked out, and the crowd is right behind him on that. He waits, measuring Areas, and springs into the airs as Areas rises, going for a hurricanrana but eating a powerbomb from Areas instead. Areas stumbles away, smirking as he points to the air and begins to chant…
Areas”U…S…A…U…S…A!”
The crowd rains down jeers upon Areas, who doesn’t seem too entirely keen on their blatant disrespect of the country. Areas turns and looks down at Andy D and points at him.
Areas:”You’re all no better than this eurotrash. This limey headed, tea sippin’, crumpet eating – “
Suddenly the fans go nuts, and Areas begins to look around – 2Guys at the top of the stage, waiving the Union Jack proudly, Areas can’t believe. Reaching up, he runs his fingers through the little he hair his before rushing the ropes and shaking the top rope violently. The crowd goes wild as they taunt and jeer Areas, the same as he does the fans every night – Andy D is up!?
Jerry Andrews:”He’s not going to like what he sees when he turns around….”
Al Laiman:”Love it, he’s getting a taste of his own medicine!? I think Andy D’s ready to give him a bit more.”
Areas kicks the bottom rope, turns around, BAM!? Andy D rushes forward, leaps into the air, left foot planted on Area’s abdomen and the right knee across his face – The Dragon’s Bite!? Areas goes down, and Andy instantly for the cover.
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3!
Jerry Andrews: Andy D does it! He’s the Number One Contender to the Genesis Title!
Al Laiman: You think getting a taste of his own medicine’s going to mellow Areas out at all?... Yeah, me neither.
Winner: Andy D via Pinfall