Post by Murdoc on Nov 28, 2013 23:42:41 GMT -5
We kick off tonight’s show with a recap of the happenings at Deadly Intentions IV! The path of carnage left in the wake of Tristan Slater and {BLACKED OUT}; the sight of MONROE and Ace Anderson going at it tooth and nail. Grimm and Andy D battling it out over the World Championship. The awarding of the Genesis Championship to Kelli Starr after a hard fought battle. And finally ... Eira standing tall in the middle of the ring after outlasting all other participants in the infamous Deadly Rumble! What can we expect here tonight? Let’s start things off with ....
Match One
Singles Match
Tyler Hendrix vs Anson
Referee: Roberto Garcia
Singles Match
Tyler Hendrix vs Anson
Referee: Roberto Garcia
The pyros explode and the music begins as what seems like a million fans each simultaneously scream at the top of their lungs, letting out as much emotion as possible. Tyler Hendrix’s reign has begun.
I wake up to find myself
After all these years
And where all the time has gone
Tyler’s face appears on screen with a sadistic smile.
BOOM!
"If I Die Tomorrow" by Motley Crue hits the speakers.
Tyler has made his way down to the ring by now following the huge explosion, he walks down slowly pacing himself. He then walks up the stairs, turns for a brief second and finally enters the ring… The crowd erupts. A small “Hendrix” chant breaks out as he looks around at the sold out crowd.
‘Hey, this isn’t Wonderland.’
Pausing for a brief moment, he just nods his head as if he looks lost.
‘Where is the nearest exit?’
He begins to exit the ring by ducking under the top rope, but then he pauses… you see a chuckle. He turns around and gets back into the center of the ring.
‘Unfortunately, I’ve been forced to make my first move after a few weeks. So this is Pure Class Wrestling? This is what you call history in the making? I could give a fuck about the show tonight. It's a flop. It crashed and burned like Grimm’s Championship reign. People are tired of watching the on-going melodramatic bullshit with The Untouchables. You act like it’s the hottest thing in wrestling! It never was hot. Nah, it just goes to show how weak PCW truly is. It’s sad when it overshadows the entire roster. It also tells me Skylar Marshall can’t find a legitimate superstar to carry PCW.. Everybody knows Andy D is eventually going to burn out. He ain‘t built to last as a World Champion. Every title division is weak. I’m bored. People tuned out of Deadly Intentions considering that was supposed to be a big night. Call me crazy, I’m not impressed with this bush league roster. Seems pretenders and fakes migrated into one tiny shit hole before I got here. When I’m right, I’m right. I call it like I see it.’
He shrugs his shoulders. A couple of fans yelling in the front row catch his attention for a brief moment. And he gives the fans who overpaid for their front row seats the middle finger.
‘This ring right here is the lost and found of the industry right now. Think about it. Tyler Hendrix was lost and now he has found himself the center of attention in this shitty town. It’s no coincidence why I‘m here. What’s been missing in the industry lately? Tyler Hendrix. No man in this industry has been able to drag me out of my vacation. No one out there is on my level. Nothing has rivaled the previous promotions I headlined, not even close. I got bored plain and simple. Got tired of waiting for the right opportunity to open up where I’d feel the least bit challenged. Take a look at the present state of Pure Class Wrestling. Wander outside of PCW for that matter. There is nothing honorable left. The allure is gone. This business is dead. This is industry is no longer appealing period. I plan on changing all that… that’s my challenge. To repair what some may call irreparable damage courtesy of you fucking morons. How? Stay tuned. I’m here to stay. And I’m bringing the swagger back.’
Tyler launches the microphone into the crowd and waits for his opponent to show up ...
... but not for long, as a grinding guitar riff explodes from the speakers before a symphony of chaos takes its place. Screams and drums harmonize with the raging guitar chords that make up "Bonehead" by Naked City. The assault on the ears continues for a moment when Anson emerges from the back with Suende in tow. He stops at the top of the ramp and waits for Suende to catch up. And when she does, the duo head down together in tandem.
'Making his way to the ring, weighing in at two hundred and twenty-five pounds. He hails from Las Vegas, Nevada by way of Okinawa, Japan. He is accompanied to the ring by his mistress Suende! HE! IS! ANSON!
She climbs the ring steps and waits on the apron while Anson slithers in under the bottom rope. He uses the top rope to pull himself to his feet before sitting on the middle rope. Suende remains on the outside, staring daggers at Haley from across the ring.
DING DING DING!
Anson and Hendrix circle each other, Anson looking determined, Tyler cocky and confident. Deliberately off-pace, Anson shoots a takedown to ground the speedy Hendrix, but Tyler's keen eye helps him dodge to his left. Anson's recovery is rapid, but the small window of opportunity allows Tyler to shuffle to his Anson's back and take him down with a bulldog. Anson hits the canvas face first, and Tyler makes a quick cover that barely eeks a one count. Anson's kickout is dramatic and enough to send Tyler rolling across the ring. He's still the first to stand and he charges Anson, spinning off his body and hauling him down with a rolling pin attempt. Another one count leads to another hard kickout by Anson, and this time Tyler gives him his feet. Hendrix uses this chance to play to the crowd and send a wink in Haley's direction.
He takes a second too long, however. Misjudging Anson's ring style, he's quickly met with a heavy knee to the gut that doubles him over, and any sense of flash or flare fizzles from the match-up momentarily. Anson lines up two hard chops that snap off Tyler's chest before following up with a vicious lariat. Anson covers, using one hand to push Tyler's face into the mat out of Roberto Garcia's sightline as he drops to make the count.
1 ...
...
2..
and Hendrix forces his shoulder up before Garcia's hand can leave the mat.
Anson scoops up Hendrix, helping him stand but keeping him off-kilter with a hard european uppercut. With Hendrix slightly dazed, Anson pumps himself up and spins for a discus lariat. But Hendrix ducks! With Anson flailing out of control, Hendrix catches him on the way back, hooking the arms and planting him with a hard delayed butterfly suplex! Another Hendrix pin attempt!
1...
...
2...
Kickout by Anson!
Hendrix backs off as Anson works his way to a knee, and it's clear Hendrix aims to line him up. With Anson rising Hendrix makes a shuffle step and launches a superkick! This time it's Anson that ducks the high impact strike! Hendrix's momentum sends him sailing by, and when he finally comes to a halt he turns to find Anson's boot on his chin. Yakuza Kick! This drops Hendrix and the slightly winded Anson looks to go up top. He mounts the top turnbuckle, back to the downed Hendrix who's positioned in the perfect spot. Anson takes flight... Mutasault!
No!
Hendrix manages to roll away at the last possible moment, leaving Anson to crash and burn as he hits the mat chest first. Half playing possum, half sheer instinct, Hendrix manages to fight to his feet despite his throbbing jaw. He closes on his downed opponent, locking a front facelock and yanking him to his feet only to send his head into the mat with the Evenflow DDT he calls 'Hollow'! The big impact causes Anson to bounce and Hendrix uses the chance to roll him over just a few feet from the corner. Quickly he mounts the turnbuckles himself... Adrenaline Rush! The split-legged moonsault connects and Hendrix rolls off it, his energy level through the roof.
Suende tries to distract Roberto Garcia but Haley one-ups her, distracting her away from the ring and goading her to 'bring it.' Back inside the ring Hendrix has Anson doubled over with his head between his legs. Hendrix's back is to the corner. It's time for...
Ender's Game!!
Rolling through and guiding their momentum, Hendrix crushes Anson with a frontflip piledriver! As quick as he pops up he's down to make the pin as Haley grabs Suende by the boots before she can slide into the ring to save her charge.
1...
...
2...
...
3!!
Winner: Tyler Hendrix via Pinfall
"If I Die Tomorrow" begins to play and Hendrix unceremoniously rolls Anson out of the ring, where Suende's immediately at his side. Haley's in the ring with Hendrix and the two celebrate a very impressive performance by this up-and-coming Pure Class Superstar!
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The lights go out. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence. A spotlight shines on the entrance. The crowd starts to murmur. As the guitars get louder, Rick Majors appears in the entrance way, the spotlight directly on him and no one else. Majors pauses in the entrance way for a moment.
Majors looks down briefly. He then shakes his head, breathes deeply and stares out at the crowd.
["You drink the wise blood
You're gonna hear about it
You'll be taken down brick by brick by brick
Burn the orphanage
You're gonna pay for it
They will purify block by block by block"]
Majors stands at the top of the ramp, looking out around the arena.
["'Demons
Come on
You've got a vision
You're on a mission
Demons
Live on
And when I die, hang me high"]
Majors then slowly walks down to the ring, as the spotlight follows him.
Majors climbs the ring steps and pauses. He turns towards the crowd, standing on the ring apron.
["They're gonna bury you
They're gonna finish
They're gonna stand em up six by six by six
You pull the hood back
I wanna know
Which way will the heavenly go?
Taken down, taken down, taken down"]
He enters the ring, still only lit by the spotlight. He then stands in the center of the ring, looking out towards the crowd. He slowly starts to circle the ring, microphone in hand.
["Demons
Live on
And when I die, hang me high
And you will answer to no one else but me"]
The lights in the arena come back on as Majors circles the ring.
'You know, I’ve been competing in PCW for just over a year now. My first match here was at Deadly Intentions 3. I lost that night. My most recent match here was at Deadly Intentions 4. I lost that night. So it kind of feels like I’m treading water. It kind of feels like I’m here for no reason. And that’s basically true. I am here for no reason. I’m basically killing time until I retire. And I’m fine with that. I know a lot of other people aren’t, but I’m okay with it.’p
Rick Majors walks over to the corner of the ring and he leans on the turnbuckle as he continues to speak.
‘But I realized something recently. I realized that if I’m going to run out the clock in this company, that I should at least try to entertain myself. I mean, why not, right? It's not like anything else I've tried has worked. Raging against the machine didn’t work. Moping and feeling sorry for myself didn’t work. Trying to inspire others didn’t work. Attempting to win matches certainly didn’t work....’
Majors walks across the ring and to the opposite corner. He leans on the turnbuckle once more, this time facing towards the crowd.
' ... so I’d might as well do something to keep myself busy. Maybe I’ll actually start watching some of the other matches in this company. Maybe I’ll be just like all of you and actually try to be a fan of this stuff. Maybe I’ll try to pick a few favorite wrestlers and follow them.’
Rick Majors pauses briefly.
‘Or maybe I have no idea what I’m doing and I’m just wasting everyone’s time. I’m sorry.’
With that, Rick Majors abruptly drops the mic and he walks out of the ring, leaving the crowd slightly confused and more than a little annoyed.
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Match Two
Singles Match
Referee: Melina Cruz
Arica "Trouble" Lewitt vs Dillon Durst
Singles Match
Referee: Melina Cruz
Arica "Trouble" Lewitt vs Dillon Durst
The lights in the jarring, anticipating arena, switch instantly to black. The voice of a small child creeps itself over the P.A. system...
"Close your eyes... and picture the ones you love..."
The rhythm of "Good Man" by Devour the Day takes the place of the child's soft voice, as a highlight package of Dillon Durst begins to play on the screen of the Jumbo Tron.
The crowd motion in the crowd resembles that of a "wave"... as the crowd all rise to their feet, directing all eyes to the entry way.
The curtain to the backstage area slides open, as "The Legacy" stomps his way onto the entrance ramp, causing a huge hurl of cheers and jeers from the audience in attendance. The crowd stand in anticipation, trying desperately to get a view of Dillon.
*I wanna be a good man...
I wanna see God...
I wanna be faithful, but I know that I'm not...
I wanna be a good man...
I wanna do right...
I don't wanna be a criminal, for the rest of my life...*
Dillon stands, still taking in the reaction of the crowd. An evil grin begins to spread itself from ear to ear, as he steadily begins to make his way down the entrance ramp. Strutting himself with oozing confidence, Durst does a slow spin for the PCW cameras to take his figure in.
*Everything that I've done before...
Has brought me back down to my knees...
I'm crying out to you, Lord...
It's getting harder, and harder to see... If there's good left in me...
Is there any good left in MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!*
He pauses halfway down the aisle, as red and white trails of pyro blasts themselves into the rafters of the erupting arena. Durst takes this time to pound his chest, boasting to the fans, who at this time, are reaching for, and in fact touching the skin of Wrestling's Prototype. Sliding into the ring, Durst rushes himself to the corner of the ring, mounting the turnbuckle as he does so. He pulls the arm straps of his singlet from his shoulders with a forceful tug, before raising his hands to the air. Camera flashes light up the dark arena, as it is now hard to separate the screams of joy, from the hisses of hate.
As the song fades out, it is replaced by a jeering crowd who are at their wits end with Durst. The lights in the arena kick back on, as the smoke from Dillon's pyro clouds up the arena entrance, and ring. Durst backs himself to the nearest corner of the ring, and leaning back, props his arms onto the ropes, and places a look of arrogance on his face with a sly smile. The fans chant hatred towards him, but Dillon pays no mind, and moves his focus towards the entrance way.
As “I Knew You Were Trouble” begins to play over the speakers the lights cut out completely, leaving the arena cloaked in darkness.
As the distinctive voice of Taylor Swift sings “Trouble, trouble, trouble,” a spotlight flashes on Trouble each time her name is sung and the crowd can barely make out Trouble standing in the middle of the ramp as the spotlight flashes.
"And his opponent, from Vancouver, British Columbia, she is Arica “Trouble” Lewitt!!!!!
Eventually the lights come back on, and she is standing in the middle of the ring, staring her opponent down.
She climbs a turnbuckle and waits as the bell rings.
Dillon Durst walks towards the center of the ring and suddenly Trouble leaps off the turnbuckle and charges at him, hitting him with a spinning wheel kick. Durst is staggered from the move and appears somewhat shocked at how quickly Lewitt jumped into action.
Durst pauses to collect himself and Trouble charges at him once again, this time taking him down to the mat with a spear. Durst covers up his face, but Trouble starts to unload on him with punches. The referee warns Lewitt about the closed fists, but she continues to punish Durst with right and left hands. Finally, Melina Cruz pulls her off Durst and admonishes her for her actions.
Trouble turns around and she’s met by a Dillon Durst clothesline that knocks her down to the mat. Durst pulls her back up and he Irish whips her into the corner. She hits the turnbuckle hard and staggers out of it. Durst runs at her now and drops her down to the mat with another clothesline.
Dillon Durst with a cover now:
1...
Trouble kicks out.
Durst pulls her back up to her feet and suddenly Lewitt explodes with a spear, knocking Durst down to the canvas. She pulls him up and backs him into the corner. Arica now unloads on him with a series of kicks, sending him slumping down into the corner. She then leaps up and hits him with a missile dropkick to the face, forcing the back of his head to smack against the bottom turnbuckle.
Arica Lewitt now pulls Dillon Durst out of the corner by the legs. She runs the ropes and drops an elbow on him. She then quickly climbs to the top ropes. Lewitt leaps off of the ropes with a flying leg drop, but Durst rolls out of the way and she hits the mat hard.
Durst slowly gets to his feet now. He pulls Lewitt up, sets her up and sends her crashing down to the mat with a suplex. Durst rolls over now and goes for a cover, getting only a one count. He pulls her back up to her feet only to send her back down to the mat with a side Russian leg sweep. Durst slowly stands up once more.
Lewitt rolls across the mat and into the corner. She starts using the ropes to pulls herself back up to her feet as Durst slowly approaches her. Durst now grabs her from behind, but Lewitt hits him in the midsection with a back kick. Lewitt then turns around and she stuns Durst by striking him with a roundhouse kick to the head. With Durst staggered, Lewitt leaps up to the top rope and comes flying off of the turnbuckle with a diving DDT!
Trouble now climbs up to the top ropes once more and this time she leaps off with a flying elbow drop, completing “Double Trouble!”
Lewitt now goes for a cover.
1...
2....
Durst barely kicks out before three. Lewitt pulls him up to his feet, but he shoves her backwards. She charges at him, but The Legacy cuts her off with a clothesline. Durst shakes the cobwebs out of his head and waits for Lewitt to get to her feet. Once she does, he grabs her, sets her up and drops her with a vicious tilt-a-whirl slam.
Dillon Durst now takes a minute to catch his breath. He then walks over to Arica Lewitt and pulls her back up to her feet. She responds with a chop to the chest that sends Durst staggering. Lewitt then follows up with a superkick that she calls Super Trouble. Durst collapses to the mat with a thud.
Trouble then pulls Durst up and she backs him into the corner. She takes this opportunity to punish Durst with a series of kicks. Durst tries to break free from the corner, but Lewitt’s attack is relentless. After unloading on him with kick after kick, Durst finds himself slumped over in the corner, clutching his midsection.
Trouble then grabs him by the head and spins around so that she’s now in the corner. She then takes a step backwards and starts to climb the turnbuckles while still holding Durst’s head under her arm. Once she reaches the second turnbuckle, she leaps off of the ropes and sends him skull first into the mat with a DDT from the second rope!
Lewitt then climbs the turnbuckles and she leaps off with a frog splash! Durst rolls out of the way and Arica hits the mat! Durst slowly gets to his feet. He pulls Lewitt up and sets her up for a suplex. He lifts her up high above his head and holds her there delaying the vertical suplex. However, Durst delays the move too long and Trouble breaks free, dropping down to the mat behind Durst and landing on her feet! As Durst turns around to face his opponent, she leaps up and connects with a hurricanrana!
Arica Lewitt now runs off of the ropes and she hits Durst with a running elbow drop. She then mounts on top of him and unloads on his face with right and left forearms! Once Durst is staggered, Lewitt pulls him back up to his feet.
Lewitt backs up up into the ropes and she strikes him with a right hand. Durst is staggered and he bounces off of the ropes. She then hits him with a front kick to the midsection, doubling him over. Trouble now connects with a kneelift to the face, sending Durst collapsing to the mat holding his face. Lewitt pulls him up, but he shoves her away. She charges at him and hits him with a clothesline, that sends him staggering into the corner.
Arica Lewitt now grabs Dillon Durst in a three-quarter facelock. She then runs up the corner turnbuckles and jumps backwards, performing a backflip in the air, and landing face down to the mat, driving Durst back-first down to the mat with Trouble From Above!!!
Lewitt now hooks the leg and the referee counts.
1....
2....
3!!!
Winner: Arica Lewitt
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Match Three
Triple Threat Match
Referee: Charles Lim
Wasp vs Cory Steel vs Tide
Triple Threat Match
Referee: Charles Lim
Wasp vs Cory Steel vs Tide
The arena goes dark as the heavy riffs of Amon Amarth’s “With Odin On Our Side” hits the arena in full force. Suddenly a light shines from behind, illuminating one man. High Tide adorned in his usual pirate gear and his newfound Viking Helmets, full with deadly looking horns makes his way to the ring, his face focused. As he enters the ring, Charles Lim immediately points to his helmet, which Tide places behind him on the steps, satisfying the referee.
The Wasp may be a bit older, but he certainly likes to get right into things. The fans may not like him, but he loves the attention. As the familliar riffs of "Welcome to the Jungle" hits the fans begin to boo him and he soaks in it, the lights flickering on and off. He walks tall and quickly and motions for the fans to get even louder, even though they are booing. He hops over the ropes and goes straight to a corner and climbs the turnbuckle and gives the fans the finger, as the booing has usually reached a deafening level.
The arena turns red and black, and "Oblivion" by Mastodon hits! Cory Steel emerges from the back a calm and focused look on his face. He walks down the ramp with no intentions of anything else except winning his match, he rolls under the bottom rope quickly getting to his feet and goes straight to his corner. Taking a hair tie from his pocket he pulls his hair back and then remains still, his gaze flicking back between his two opponents.
Charles Lim checks that all the men are ready, and then motions for the bell to ring, signifying the beginning of the match. Cory Steel is quickly on the attack, catching both of his opponents by surprise with a double clothesline! Steel quick lets his target be known, as he pulls High Tide from the mat. Lifting the pirate easily, he takes a few wild fists from Tide, but slams him down with a wicked spinebuster.
To his credit, Steel turns to face Wasp, showing great awareness, but Wasp has been up and has LET Steel perform the spinebuster. Wasp is waiting for Steel with a totally unwarranted poke to the eye, which Charles Lim immediately warns him for, strict face and all. The temporarily blinded Steel, clutching his face, stumbles with into the open hand of Wasp, neck first. Wasp lifts Steel up in the air, and sends him back first to the mat with a chokeslam. He quickly goes for the pin, but Tide is having none of that, putting a boot in his back.
Wasp gets up and there is some tension as the two men stare at each other. Then Tide extends his hand, which Wasp shakes, and the two turn to face Cory Steel… for now. Steel backs off seeing the two men united in front of him, and not going to be caught unawares this time. Steel quickly bolts out of the ring, and Tide does the same, the two tag partners using their experience to there advantage. However Steel is not green when it comes to fighting the Freebooters, and is quickly back in the ring, and he wastes no time rushing Wasp. Wasp ducks under a clothesline and Steel bounces off the opposite ropes. Wasp is waiting for him to return, but instead he takes a big boot right in the face! Tide is back in the ring now and Steel quickly ties up with him, not wanting to give the dangerous pirate any room to work.
Cory Steel quickly retaliates with a headbutt, sending Tide stumbling back a few steps. He grabs Tide by the arm and Irish whips him into the ropes, but Tide holds the ropes, stopping him from bouncing back. Suddenly Wasp who is behind Steel sends him face first into the mat from behind with a bulldog! Tide takes the opportunity with Wasp getting up to run forward and catching Wasp around the neck with his legs and sending him tumbling across the ring with a hurricanrana! Tide with momentum behind him and Wasp fast rising, drop kicks his tag partner to the mat. It is as if the mat is foreshadowing the impending loss of the tag division as the Tide bounces off the far ropes and as Wasp rises, Tide sends him to Lay With The Fish with a tilt-a-whirl DDT!
Tide goes to make the pin but suddenly a large pair of hands are on him, lifting him off Wasp and the crowd goes wild! He is spun around and right into a furious flurry of punches aimed at his chest and face! Steel Hands! One particularly violent right hits him in the nose, and he falls to the mat and Cory Steel makes the pin. 1…2…3!
Ding ding ding!
Winner: Cory Steel
Cory Steel rises to the cheers of the fans and Charles Lim raises his hand! Suddenly the crowd falls silent and as Cory Steel is heading for the ramp, someone is coming from the opposite direction! It is none other than Rick Majors. The two stop opposite of each other, Steel having no idea why Majors is out there. Majors extends his hand, and cautiously Cory Steel shakes it. However suddenly, Majors pushes him back, and Cory Steel finds himself being restrained by The Flying Freebooters who have managed to scrape themselves off the mat and have come up behind him.
Majors approaches Steel who though tired, struggles to get out of the grips of Tide and Wasp. Majors stops just short of Steel and appears to examine him for a moment before unleashing a completely un-provoked right fist. As it connects with Steel’s face his knees buckle, but the Freebooters keep him standing. Majors hits him twice more, with impressive force before Wasp holds up a hand, signaling for him to stop.
Rick Majors, still seemingly unemotional about the whole thing nods, and backs off. Tide takes over the full restraint of Cory Steel, keeping the wobbly man steady as Wasp moves to the front. The insect wrestler nods at the pirate who springs out of the way and as Cory Steel begins to fall forward, he takes a Great White North superkick to the face! Tide makes as if he is going to go and get his own shot in, but instead he just dismisses Cory Steel with a flick of his wrist, and Rick Majors and the Flying Freebooters head up the ramp, leaving questions unanswered as we head to a commercial!