Post by PCW Staff on May 9, 2021 17:59:35 GMT -5
Pure Class Wrestling Presents
Living a Legacy XIII
Sunday May 9th
The PCW Faithful are on their feet as usual for the start of Living a Legacy XIII!
Jerry Andrews: Welcome everyone to the THIRTEENTH edition of PCW Living a Legacy! I am Jerry Andrews and, of course, I'm joined by my colleague Ace Anderson! Welcome Ace!
Ace Anderson: Thank you, Jerry. What a show we have for you tonight!
Before Ace can say any more, alarms sound, bells ring, and whistles blow before a false emergency message overdubbed a matching system graphic on the screen.
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“Administrators of this arena, with support of local, state, and federal safety authorities, have triggered this safety alert. This is not a test. Please take shelter in your seats immediately and brace yourself to be thoroughly entertained…”
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The groovy beat of Black Label Society’s “Fire It Up” brought Heathen Jones idling through the curtain. Filthy from head to toe, his clothes scuffed, stained, and soiled, from the leather of his steel-toed Redwings and covering every inch of his blue Dickie’s coveralls. Both hands wrapped with white tape; in the right, his Mossy Oak mud-jug.
Heathen had stepped through the curtain, directly into a shower of crumpled nacho trays and empty paper cups. The wide brim of his straw orchard hat both shielded and shrouded his beady, soulless shark eyes. Garbage littered the stage and he made them wait as he stood there in it, lifting the dip cup slowly to his lip to spit. A thick, dark trail of tobacco fell down into his thick beard to become encrusted with the bits already there.
As if to call his dog, Heathen quickly patted the side of his thigh. Hickey sultrily danced from behind the curtain, wearing an eight-foot logging chain as if it were a charmer’s snake. She wasn’t wearing much else, newspaper thin flip-flops, a hint of a pair of denim Daisy Dukes and a shirt with Heathen’s face-logo on it.
[Hickey followed Heathen to the ring, he sauntered in no hurry while she almost skipped, prancing to the ring. Neither paid the fans much attention down the ramp. He stopped at ringside, allowing her to go by, and he tapped her bottom as she did. She glanced back at him seductively, before hopping up to sit on the edge of the apron. She tossed the hook of the chain to him and reeled him in.
Heathen and Hickey posed for the roaming camera and a few stills before he slunk up onto the apron to her right and rolled under the bottom rope. On his knees, they kissed through the ropes and she dropped off the apron. Heathen refused to allow the official to check him, checking the official instead to a roar from the crowd. Hickey rounded the ring on the outside and met him in the far corner to wait.
Sasha Greene: "Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Hickey, from Dryhill, Kentucky: HEATHEN JONES!!!"
“T is for Texas” by Jimmie Rodgers plays and out steps Texas Tim, wearing a white cowboy hat, chaps, and spurs along with a fringed jacket and a big smile on his face. He enters the ring, takes off his cowboy regalia, and prepares for battle.
Sasha Greene: "And, his opponent, from the Great State of Texas: TEXAS TIM!"
Singles Match
@ringsidekingpin vs Texas Tim
Referee: Joseph Buckland
Jerry Andrews: It's certainly going to be interesting to see what Heathen Jones brings to this match, right Ace?
Ace Anderson: I would not want to be Texas Tim right now. Or ever, honestly.
Heathen Jones walks into the middle of the ring and suddenly Texas Tim goes flying and hits Jones in the back with a HUGE drop kick! The bell rings. Tim pounces on Jones and begins to pummel him with rights and lefts. Tim grabs him by the hair and Irish whips him into the ropes.
Jerry Andrews: Texas Tim is HOT to start this match!
Ace Anderson: I didn't expect this! Jones is goin' for the ride here!
Jones bounces off the ropes, and comes running at Tim. Tim goes for a clothesline, Jones ducks it and bounces off the opposite side. Jones runs and bounces off the ropes. Jones launches himself at the running Tim... SLINGBLADE!
Jerry Andrews: What a move! Jones following it up with huge rights and lefts!
After several hard strikes, Jones hops off of the dazed Tim. Jones looks out to the crowd and is booed loudly. He then goes back to work on Tim, picking him up and throwing him into the corner. Jones follows in with a clothesline, and then a few knife edge chops to the chest of Tim before grabbing his head and grinding his face into the turnbuckle!
Jerry Andrews: Oh my God! Vicious!
Heathen Jones then hauls Tim back into the center of the ring. Jones sets Texas Tim up....
Ace Anderson: Going for some sort of powerbomb maneuver here.
Jerry Andrews: This will be interesting.
Jones pulls Texas Tim up.... Tim reverses.... BIG BOOT TO THE FACE! Into a pin! The ref counts:
1...
2...
KICK OUT!!
Jerry Andrews: LONG LOOOONG TWO COUNT!!
Ace Anderson: Near fall for the big Texan!
Texas Tim pounces back onto Jones as he's down on the mat and begins to pummel him with rights and lefts. Jones manages to reverse positions and now he's launching strikes at him. The referee yells to stop using the closed fist, so Jones paintbrushes him and stands up.
Jerry Andrews: Such disrespect!
Tim gets to his feet and the two men lock up. Texas Tim with a scoop slam on Jones. Jones gets to his feet as Tim steps towards him. Heathen Jones strikes him with a right knocking him into the ropes. As Tim comes off the ropes, Jones swings at him. Tim ducks it and goes for a clothesline, but Jones dodges out of the way. Jones comes off the ropes.
Jerry Andrews: Tim looking for something here!
Tim grabs Jones and hits a Spinebuster!
Ace Anderson: BIG SPINEBUSTER!!!
Tim gets to his feet as he hits the ropes and drops an elbow on Jones. Tim pulls Jones up with him to his feet. Texas Tim hits a discus forearm smash before grabbing his opponent and hitting a snap suplex, taking him to the mat.
Ace Anderson: Nice moves by Texas Tim!
Jerry Andrews: No doubt!
Tim gets to his feet as Jones starts to stand up. Tim comes in at Jones. Jones takes him down with a clothesline. He then pulls him up and lifts him off his feet, dropping him throat-first on the top rope. Jones rolls Tim up as be bounces, but Tim kicks out before the referee can get down to count. Jones and Tim get to their feet, Texas Tim still clutching his throat. Jones with a left and a right, staggering him. Texas Tim swings back, but Heathen Jones ducks it and catches him in a full nelson that he turns into a slam! Jones gets to his feet as he drops a leg drop on Tim. Jones grabs the leg and goes for the cover:
1...
2...
Tim gets the shoulder up.
Ace Anderson: That was close!
Jerry Andrews: This is turning to be a great match!!
Jones stands up and he stomps at Tim a little bit and then drops an elbow onto him. Jones gets back to his feet as he grabs the legs of Tim and spreads them as he stomps his sternum. Jones then drops an elbow on the left leg of Tim as he wrenches it.
Jerry Andrews: Tim isn't going to give up that easily
Ace Anderson: Yeah, but it's smart to try and take out your opponent's legs!
Tim kicks Jones off him as he slowly gets to his knees. Heathen steps up on his back and then drops the point of his elbow into the back of the his head and neck as he steps off!
Jerry Andrews: The Hellbow! Shades of the late Johnny Matthews!
A cover:
1....
2....
Ace Anderson: No! Kickout!
Jones stands up and waits for his opponent to rise. He then catches Tim with a closeline as Tim gets to his feet. Jones tells Tim to get up. He then pulls him up as he grabs him and hits a swinging side slam. Tim rolls out of the ring to catch his breath, but Jones comes through with a baseball slide.... but Tim walks a few steps back and hits an elbow into the chest of Jones as he lies halfway out of the ring.
Ace Anderson: Jones lying halfway outside the ring!
Tim pulls Jones out of the ring and slams a few fists into him. Tim slams his shoulder into Jones' stomach, sending his back crashing into the ring at the same time. Jones drops to his knees with the force. Tim pulls Jones up, but Jones kicks him in the stomach. He then sets him up...
Jerry Andrews: APRON BOMB!
Ace Anderson: He calls that the 'Spinal Tap!'
Jones hauls Tim to his feet and rolls him into the ring. He pulls him up and lifts him into a a delayed vertical suplex...
Jerry Andrews: The blood rushing to Tim's head....
Ace Anderson: A thumbs up from Hickey!
Heathen Jones continues to hold his opponent in the air until...
Ace Anderson: Thumbs down!
Heathen transitions the move to a side slam!
Jerry Andrews: IT HAS TO BE OVER!!
Jones covers and hooks the leg!
Jerry Andrews: 1 . . 2 . . 3 . .
Sasha Greene: Here is your winner: HEATHEN JONES!!!
Jerry Andrews: What a competitive match that was an a great way to kick off the show! And now... it's time to get a little hardcore!
Ace Anderson: Oh yeah!
Sasha Greene: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following Hollywood Backlot Brawl is scheduled for one fall! There is no count-outs, no disqualifications, and falls count anywhere!”
The crowd cheers.Sasha Greene: "Introducing first...."
"Gold on the Ceiling" by The Black Keys begins to blare over the P.A. system and the arena darkens. A single spotlight begins to shine on the entrance way illumination none other than “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght. He is wearing a long black and silver sleeveless robe. He stands there with his back to the ring and his arms crossed. The back of the robe is exposed with the words in blue and silver “Mr. Showtime”. Showtime slowly walks to the beat of the music as the only light in the arena follows him to the ring. He walks up the stairs and whips off his feet on the outside apron. He ducks under the top rope and two other spotlights shoot on him he spins and puts his arms out. He slowly makes his way to the corner crossing his wrists, with is fingers are lock making a “W.” He pulls his arms down setting off some small pyros behind him, which also begins the lights to return to the arena.
Sasha Greene: "... from Brick, New Jersey: “MR. SHOWTIME” MICHAEL WRYGHT!!!"
The PCW Arena is plugged into darkness as the opening hook to "Amazing" by Kanye West blasts out over the PA. The lights on the stage flash with the opening drum beat. Suddenly a spotlight blasts down onto the stage, revealing Gerard Angelo, with his back turned to the Faithful. He extends both his arms out to the side, one hand gripping the briefcase, where he keeps his Any-time, Anywhere contract, by the handle. He lifts the case above his head, spinning around to face the PCW Faithful as the house lights come on, leading to the Faithful erupting into boos.
"Sasha Greene: And... his opponent...."
He smirks as he surveys the crowd behind his trademark shades, holding the briefcase up proudly, before dropping it down and throwing his hood back. Gerry walks down the ramp, cocky and confident as always, pointing at the fans booing and showing them the briefcase, letting them know that he’s the best in the world. He stops at the ring stairs and slaps the top step before climbing them, and walking to the center of the ring apron. Angelo surveys the PCW Arena once more before slipping through the middle and top rope into the ring. He walks to the opposite ring post, placing the case on the mat, before climbing onto the second turnbuckle.
Sasha Greene: "From Hollywood, California, weighing in at 221 lbs, he is the winner of the 2020 Icemann Invitational, "The Living Legend", GERARD ANGELO!"
Gerry points to the crowd before unzipping his hoodie, pulling it off and pretending to toss it to the Faithful, before just dropping it on the floor. "The Hollywood Hero" hops down and removes his trademark sunglasses as he crouches in the corner, awaiting the start of the match.
Hollywood Backlot Brawl
Referee: Eric Russo
(No Holds Barred, Falls Count Anywhere)
(No Holds Barred, Falls Count Anywhere)
Ace Anderson: "So what exactly makes this match a 'Hollywood Backlot Brawl' anyway?
Jerry Andrews: Well, it's no holds barred and falls count anywhere!
Ace Anderson: Sure, but what does that have to do with a Hollywood backlot?
Jerry Andrews: Well, you see, both men have had careers in Hollywood and....
Ace Anderson: I understand that, but what about this match makes it a 'Hollywood Backlot Brawl' as opposed to a standard falls count anywhere match?
Jerry Andrews: Hey! The bell's ringing! Better focus on the match!
The bell does, in fact, ring and both men step forward. There's a brief pause and they lock up. Angelo gets the upper hand first, kneeing Showtime in the stomach. He then grabs him and locks him in a side headlock. Showtime fights his way out and swings at Angelo who dodges the shot. He then staggers Showtime with a European uppercut. Angelo runs at him with a clothesline, taking him down to the mat.
Jerry Andrews: Gerard Angelo in control in the early goings of this match.
Angelo pulls Showtime up and he throws him off the ropes. Showtime ducks a clothesline and bounces off the opposite ropes, coming back with a flying crossbody! Michael Wryght then pulls his opponent up and whips him into the corner. He charges in, but Angelo gets his feet up and he hits Showtime right in the chin with a pair of boots. Angelo runs out of the corner with a clohesline, but Showtime ducks it, sets Angelo up, and hits a slingshot suplex! Angelo rolls under the bottom rope to the outside.
Ace Anderson: Smart move! Take a breather!
Jerry Andrews: Look out!
Showtime comes flying through the ropes with a suicide dive that connects! After a brief moment, he stands up and grabs Angelo, slamming his head into the commentator's table! He then rolls him on top of the table and heads back to the ring...
Jerry Andrews: Oh no! Get out of the way, Ace!
Showtime comes flying off the top turnbuckle with a flying elbow.... but nobody's home! Showtime crashes through the table! The crowd cheers as the commentators briefly struggle to find their headsets in the chaos. Angelo stands up and he staggers back for a moment, before heading under the ring to grab a steel chair. He approaches Showtime, chair ready... but Showtime suddenly throws a chair at him! Michael Wryght gets up now and he swings another chair, colliding with the chair Angelo is holding and taking him down!
Jerry Andrews: Hello? Are we on? This is chaos already in this match!
Ace Anderson: Showtime absolutely leveled Angelo with that chair shot!
The shot takes Angelo off his feet. Showtime falls to the floor as well. He slowly stands up and walks towards Angelo who is trying to stand up. Showtime pulls him up and slams him into the ringside guard rail. He tries to do it again, but Angelo blocks it and now he drives his opponent's head into the barrier! Angelo now grabs Showtime and he throws him over into the crowd!
Jerry Andrews: They're out among the Faithful now!
Angelo pulls Showtime up, but Michael Wryght elbows him in the stomach. He then grabs Gerard and sets him up, slamming him down onto a row of steel chairs! He reaches down to pull him up, but now it's Angelo's turn to throw a chair at him. Showtime is staggered. Angelo stands up....
Jerry Andrews: One Hit Wonder!!!
Ace Anderson: A cover! Yes! This is it!
1....
2....
Jerry Andrews: No! A kickout!
Angelo pulls Wryght up and he drags him through the crowd. Suddenly Showtime puts the brakes on and he grabs his opponent, hitting a belly-to-back suplex! Showtime now pulls Angelo up and he throws him into a row of steel chairs! Angelo tries to crawl away, but Showtime cracks him in the back with a steel chair. And again. And again. He then drives the point of the chair into Angelo's back before pulling up up...
Jerry Andrews: SINGLE ARM DDT ONTO THE CHAIRS!!!
Showtime goes for a cover:
1...
2...
Ace Anderson: Gerard Angelo is still in this! He kicked out!
Showtime pulls his opponent up. Angelo strikes him in the face, staggering him. Showtime fires back. Angelo now. And Showtime. The two men trade blows back-and-forth as they battle farther and farther away from the ring.
Jerry Andrews: Where the hell are they going now?
The two men brawl out of the main part of the arena and into the backstage area. Angelo is rocked with a series of punches and he staggers backwards, bumping into a table and falling over. Showtime picks up a nearby fire extinguisher and he runs at Angelo as he stands up....
Jerry Andrews: FIRE EXTINGUISHER IN THE HEAD!
Angelo falls onto the table. Showtime pulls him up. Angelo grabs him.... suplex through the table! Both men are down now!
Jerry Andrews: No stunt doubles! I've got it! That's the Hollywood connection!
Ace Anderson: But if there are no stunt doubles, isn't that the opposite of Hollywood?
Jerry Andrews: Hey look! Angelo is back up on his feet!
Gerard Angelo reaches down and he pulls Showtime off of the splintered table. He then slugs him in the face. Showtime staggers back. Angelo follows him. Another shot from Gerard. And another. Showtime stumbles down the hallway and into the arena parking lot.
Jerry Andrews: They're in our parking lot now!
Ace Anderson: Don't touch my car! I just got it detailed!
Angelo slams Showtime's head into the hood of one of the parked cars. He then grabs him and slams him into the vehicle again. Angelo then climbs onto the hood of the car and pulls Showtime up....
Jerry Andrews: POWERBOMB ONTO THE HOOD OF THE CAR!
Michael Wryght slides off of the car and falls to the concrete with thud. Angelo steps off the car and goes for a cover:
1...
2....
Ace Anderson: NO! Showtime kicks out!
Jerry Andrews: HOW!?
Angelo pulls Showtime up now, but Michael Wryght elbows him in the face, staggering him. Shuffle back kick by Showtime. He then catches him and suplexes him onto the concrete! Showtime stands up, and he heads back onto the car hood.
Jerry Andrews: What is Showtime doing now!?
Michael Wryght comes leaping off the car with a flying elbow drop! It connects! Showtime with a cover:
1....
2....
Jerry Andrews: Gerard Angelo kicks out!
Showtime pulls him and he throws him.... face-first into the side window of the car! The window doesn't shatter, but you can hear a hideous thud as Angelo's skull bounces off of it. Showtime grabs him from behind, but Angelo manages to kick back, hitting Showtime with a low blow! Both competitors fall to the floor.
Ace Anderson: Oh my God! Did you hear his head bounce off that car window!?
Jerry Andrews: I sure did. It was sickening.
Angelo starts to crawl away from his opponent. Blood is dripping from his face. Showtime gets to his feet and he follows up. He then pulls Angelo up....
Jerry Andrews: ONE HIT WONDER!
Ace Anderson: Out of nowhere!
Angelo doesn't cover his opponent. He's too disoriented. He staggers around the parking area, wiping blood from his face and eventually heading through a door and outside the arena! The camera person follows him... and so does Showtime! He grabs Angelo, but Angelo reverses the situation, throwing Showtime into a metal garage door. He then pulls him up and drags him away from the arena.
Jerry Andrews: Where the hell are these two going!? They're outside our building and... I think they're walking to the street!
Jerry is right. Angelo and Showtime are out on the sidewalk in front of the building! Angelo sets Showtime up, but he breaks free and unloads with a series of strikes, staggering his opponent. Showtime runs at him, but Angelo steps out of the way and Showtime staggers out onto the road!
Ace Anderson: They're out in traffic now! This is live traffic!
A car comes driving down the street, slamming on the brakes his before it hits Showtime!
Jerry Andrews: Oh my God!
The driver starts yelling as Angelo approaches the cab!
"Run him over! Run him over!"
Jerry Andrews: Did he just yell at that car to run Showtime over!?
The driver, thankfully, doesn't listen. So Angelo opens the door to his car, grabs him, and throws him out of the vehicle! He then jumps into the driver's seat himself and drives the car towards Showtime! Michael Wryght dives out of the way at the last second!
Jerry Andrews: Oh my God! Gerard Angelo just tried to hit Michael Wryght with a car!
The driver of the vehicle is up and he tries to re-enter his car, but Angelo drives away!
Jerry Andrews: He's driving away! Where is Gerard Angelo going!?
The driver runs after the car for a moment, but it's no use! Angelo is gone! A cab drives by and Showtime flags it down.
"FOLLOW THAT CAR!"
Michael Wryght jumps into the back and, apparently, the chase is on!
Ace Anderson: We've got a car chase! Where are they going!?
Jerry Andrews: I have no idea! We're going to try and find out but, in the meantime, I guess we're going onto our next match!
Back inside the arena, thundering roar rumbled the empty seats of the arena as the crowd stood in ovation, bringing Hunter through the curtain with sudden explosiveness. Black and white trim, from his headgear, and wrestling singlet, to his mat shoes, and he was ripped.
The massive wrestler following Stace Matthews slapped hands and bumped fists with the fans along the ramp. A bright white smile and rosy cheeks lit up the building as the two closed in on the ring.
Sasha Greene: “The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the the PCW Genesis Championship! Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by Stace Matthews, from Sturgis, South Dakota: “KODIAK” HUNTER BENJAMIN!”
A thundering roar rumbled the empty seats of the arena as the crowd stood in ovation, bringing Hunter through the curtain with sudden explosiveness. Black and white trim, from his headgear, and wrestling singlet, to his mat shoes, and he was ripped.
The massive wrestler following Stace Matthews slapped hands and bumped fists with the fans along the ramp. A bright white smile and rosy cheeks lit up the building as the two closed in on the ring.
At ringside, Stace went up the steps while his large companion stepped right up onto the apron, wiped his boots and then sat on the middle rope. Stace entered the ring through the opened ropes with the bear of a boy right behind him.
Sasha Greene: "And, his opponent..."
The lights go out. The crowd cheers instinctively before eventually falling silent. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence. Wastelands" by Linkin Park begins to boom throughout the arena, the lights in the building flashing along with the drum beat of the song. Then, from the entrance way, steps Rick Majors.
Wearing a black denim military jacket, a grey t-shirt, and jeans, Rick Majors pauses for a moment and looks down briefly. He then looks up and starts to make his way to the ring.
"This is war with no weapons,
Marching with no stepping,
Murder with no killing,
Illing every direction."
Majors walks slowly, looking out around the arena as he continues his way down to the ring.
The lights in the arena burst on fully as the song's chorus hits.
"In the wastelands of today,
When there's nothing left to lose,
And and there's nothing more to take,
But you force yourself to choose,
In the wastelands of today,
When tomorrow disappears
When the future slips away,
And your hope turns into fear,
In the wastelands of today."
Majors climbs the ring steps and pauses. He turns towards the crowd, standing on the ring apron for a moment before entering the ring. Majors stands in the centre of the ring, looking out towards the crowd, awaiting the start of the match.
Sasha Greene: "... from Toronto, Ontario, he is the Pure Class Wrestling Genesis Champion: RICK 'THE IMPACT' MAJORS!!!"
PCW Genesis Championship
The bell rings. Majors and Winchester start to circle each other. At mid-ring they lock up and start jocking for position. Lifting Majors off the mat, Winchester gives him a hard body slam. He then scoops him up again, hitting a belly-to-back suplex. Winchester pulls Majors up once more and drops him again with a snap vertical suplex. He goes for an early cover....
1...
2....
Jerry Andrews: Majors kicks out!
Ace Anderson: It's too early to end it, but Winchester is all over Rick Majors right now! We could see a new champion here tonight!
Winchester pulls Majors up and he Irish whips him into the corner. As Buddy charges, he is met with a boot to the head. Winchester stumbles back to the corner as Majors tackles him down to the mat! He starts unloading on him with a series of forearm shots to the head before standing up and pulling his opponent up. Suddenly, Winchester knees Majors in the gut. Majors stiffens back from the shot, but retaliates with an elbow to Winchester's head.
Jerry Andrews: These guys are going all out already!
With Winchester backed into in the corner, Majors grabs onto him and pulls away from the corner. He then whips him hard into the opposite turnbuckles. Winchester rebounds and stumbles back toward Majors. Majors catches him and hits several half hatch knee strikes to Winchester's face! Seemingly absorbing the attack, Winchester manages to wiggle free and he slips behind Majors. Before Majors can turn around, Winchester takes him down with a drop toe hold. Picking Majors up, Winchester gives a slam of his own to Majors. Bouncing off the ropes, Winchester nails Majors with a running leg drop.
Jerry Andrews: See-saw match up thus far.
Measuring Majors, Winchester sets him up for a huge big boot. With full head of steam, Winchester connects knocking Majors down flat on the mat.
Jerry Andrews: What a shot!
Ace Anderson: He nearly took his head off!
Jerry Andrews: One........two..............No! Majors barely kicks out.
Majors tosses Winchester off of him and gets back to his feet. As Majors gets to his feet, Winchester attempts a suplex but Majors doesn't budge. Winchester attempts a second suplex but Majors blocks it again. Releasing his grip on Majors, Winchester is met by a vicious clothesline from Majors!
Ace Anderson: Whoah! That had to hurt!
Jerry Andrews: What a shot!
Picking Winchester up and helping him to his feet, Majors begins to lay in another set of vicious chops. Winchester back into the corner once again. Majors then begins to drive his shoulder into Winchester's stomach. After three hard blows, Majors backs off and with full head a steam, nails Winchester with a big clothesline in the corner. Winchester grimaces in pain as he falls to the ground.
Jerry Andrews: Majors being quite aggressive here tonight!
Ace Anderson: He'll have to be if he wants to win this match!
Majors begins to lift the worn out Winchester to his feet and up for a suplex. Majors now delivers a brainbuster!
Ace Anderson: Man that had to hurt!
Jerry Andrews: Majors is in firm control now!
Ace Anderson: Here's the cover!
Jerry Andrews: One........two......... No!
Getting up to his feet slowly, Winchester tries to gain his composure, looking to Stace Matthews briefly for support. Majors, trying to stay one step ahead, tries to charge Winchester but Winchester dodges the attempted clothesline and counters with a drop toe hold into the ropes. Shaken up by the hit, Majors clutches his throat in pain. Winchester quickly grabs onto Majors head, and nails him with a DDT!
Jerry Andrews: Winchester is making a comeback!
Ace Anderson: I think Majors gave Winchester too much time and now he's paying for it right here!
Winchester manages to get Majors back to his feet. Whipping Majors to the ropes, Winchester attempts a clothesline but Majors ducks and when Majors goes for a clothesline of his own, the two clothesline each other.
Jerry Andrews: Both men are down!
The referee starts to count, but both men start getting to their feet. Majors swings, but Buddy Winchester ducks it and catches him! He then hits a huge overhead belly-to-belly suplex! A cover:
1....
2....
Jerry Andrews: NO!
Ace Anderson: That was close!
Sensing victory, Winchester pulls Majors up, but he's hit with a kick to the stomach.
Jerry Andrews: Double underhook and....
Ace Anderson: MAJOR IMPACT!!!
Rick Majors with a cover:
1....
2....
3!!!!
Jerry Andrews: It looked like Buddy Winchester had things firmly in control, but in just a few seconds Majors snatched the victory from him!
Rick Majors rises his to feet and he's handed the championship.
Sasha Greene: "The winner of this match, and STILL PCW GENESIS CHAMPION: RICK MAJORS!!!"
Majors stands on the second turnbuckle in celebration when, suddenly, the camera cuts to the back!
Jerry Andrews: Wait folks, sorry to cut away, but something is going on in the back!
The camera shakes for a bit, trying to capture the action. When it stabilizing, Michael Wryght and Gerard Angelo are brawling!
Ace Anderson: What the hell!? Where were they!? How did they get back here!?
Jerry Andrews: I don't know, but it looks like this match is still going!
Suddenly Showtime comes tumbling down the ramp, having been thrown through the entrance way by Angelo! A moment later, Angelo follows him back into the main part of the arena. He's carrying a steel chair. Showtime stands up, but he's cracked in the back with the chair. Angelo grabs him now and slams him face-first into the barrier around the ramp. He then swings at him, but Showtime gets under him and back body drops him over the barrier and into the crowd!
Jerry Andrews: Showtime following Gerard Angelo into the PCW Faithful now.
Ace Anderson: And he's picked up a chair!
As Angelo stands up, Michael Wryght drives the point of the chair into his stomach. With Angelo doubled over, his opponent cracks him in the back with the chair. Showtime then drops the chair to the floor and sets Angelo up...
Jerry Andrews: He's going to piledrive him on that chair!
Ace Anderson: No! A reversal!
Angelo back body drops Wryght onto the concrete floor.
Jerry Andrews: You could hear his back crack as it hit the floor!
Angelo is back up and he pulls Showtime to his feet.
Jerry Andrews: Director's Cut! Right on the concrete floor!
Ace Anderson: He's slow to go for a cover though! These guys have been beating each other up all over town, apparently! They've got to be exhausted!
Finally Angelo does make the cover:
1....
2....
Jerry Andrews: No! Michael Wryght kicks out!
Angelo slowly gets up and he pulls Showtime to his feet. Spinning European uppercut from Showtime! Angelo staggers through the crowd. Showtime has a chair once again and he cracks it across his opponent's back. Angelo stumbles and falls. Another chair shot. Another. Another. Showtime now stomps away at him as he tries to crawl to safety.
Jerry Andrews: They're over by one of our technical tables now. There's audio equipment set up there and.... I'm not sure what, but we need it to be on TV!
Ace Anderson: I hope they don't do something stupid and knock us off the air!
Showtime grabs Angelo and slams him head-first into the table. He then grabs him again, but Angelo shoves him backwards....
Jerry Andrews: ONE HIT WONDER!!!
Angelo braces himself, holding onto the table to stay standing. He then walks over to Showtime, grabs him, and throws him into the table! Equipment goes flying as Showtime lands on top of the table!
Jerry Andrews: Right on top of the.....
The sound in the arena is cut. We can still see the video, but we can't hear anything. Angelo climbs onto the table and he sets Showtime up between his legs. Showtime shoves himself out and stands up, striking Angelo in the face, then kicking him in the stomach, doubling him over. Michael Wryght grabs him now... single arm DDT through the table!
You can't hear the roar of the crowd, but you can see them all jump to their feet as the table crumbles, both wrestlers motionless on top of it. They stay down for a few moments before Showtime manages to roll Angelo over and drape his arm across him. You can see the referee count:
1....
2....
No! It's not enough! It looks like a three count at first, but the referee holds up two fingers! The match continues! Showtime pulls his opponent up. Angelo slugs him in the head. Showtime fires back. Angelo returns. The two men find themselves brawling through the crowd, exchanging rights and lefts.
Jerry Andrews: .... hear me!? Are we on?
It seems as though audio is restored. The sound in the arena roars back to life as the two competitors continue to trade shots back-and-forth. Finally they find themselves back near the ringside barrier. Angelo clotheslines Showtime over the guardrail and into the ringside area. He then grabs him and slams him into the steps at ringside.
Jerry Andrews: Showtime's head just crashed into those steel steps!
Angelo reaches under the ring now... a table! He sets it up as the crowd roars in approval! He then reaches under the ring again... a ladder! The crowd roars once more!
Ace Anderson: What on earth is Gerard Angelo thinking!?
Everyone else in the building can tell what he's thinking. He lifts Showtime up and lays him out on top of the table! He then starts to climb to the top of the ladder. It's a good thing the audio has been fixed, because the crowd is going crazy.
Ace Anderson: No! No! Don't do this Angelo!
Jerry Andrews: Wait, Showtime is on his feet!
With Angelo at the top of the ladder, Showtime stands up... and he shoves the ladder over! It hits the floor with a crash! Angelo falls from the top, over the guardrail, and into the crowd!
Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD!!!
Ace Anderson: He just landed on in the crowd! Right on several steel chairs and... well hopefully there were no fans under there! I think they all got out of the way.... but MY GOD!
"HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"
Showtime staggers over to the barrier. Angelo is laying motionless on a mangled pile of chairs. He climbs up onto the railing and leaps off with an elbow drop! A cover now:
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2....
3!!!!
The bell rings!
Jerry Andrews: MY GOD WHAT A WAR! Showtime is victorious, but both of these men absolutely brutalized one another here tonight!
Ace Anderson: I can't believe what we just saw.
Sasha Greene: "The winner of this match: 'MR. SHOWTIME' MICHAEL WRYGHT!!!"
"Gold on the Ceiling" starts to play as Mr. Showtime slowly pulls himself up, using the guardrail. His head is dripping with blood, likely caused by the collision with the steel steps. He slowly manages to raise one arm in the air.
Jerry Andrews: Thank you for joining us, folks! Have a great evening and a Happy Mother's Day!
Ace Anderson: Good night!
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