Post by Lantlas on Jun 4, 2007 16:15:41 GMT -5
Match 1:
The bell rings and Jackel starts of the match, charging in with a clothesline, only to bounce off the chest of the bigger, heavier Michael Reaper. Jackle rebounds of the ropes to attempt another clothesline but is met with a boot to the face for his trouble. Reaper reaches down for Jackle who is rolling on the matt and holding his face, but gets a punch to the stomach.
The punch staggers the bigger man, as Jackle finds his way up to his feet and rebounds, going for a third clothesline. This one connects and knocks Reaper down. Jackle presses the advantage and starts kicking and stomping on the left knee of Michael Reaper. Jackle picks Reaper up and slams him back down to the mat with a snap suplex. Without releasing his hold on the big man, Jackle picks him back up and goes for a second suplex. Reaper counters by wrapping his leg around Jackles and then delivers a punishing ddt.
Both men are down and the referee starts to count. Both men are up before the count of five and start trading right hands. They go back and forth before a punch from Reaper staggers Jackle. With the smaller man reeling, Reaper continues to throw punches into the face of his opponent. With a final blow Jackle goes down, but to everyone’s surprise, including his own, he jumps right back up.
Reaper clamps a hand around the throat of Jackle, signaling for the Reaper Feature. Jackle gives a quick poke to the eye, causing Reaper to let go. Jackle now attempts to set up for the Jacklehammer, but the sheer weight of Micheal Reaper proves to much as his legs give out, causing the big man to come crashing down on top of him. The ref moves in to count but only gets to two before the kick out. Jackle is down and not moving.
A commotion from outside the ring causes Reaper to look over and catch Menace launching himself at Michael Reaper with a missile drop kick. Reaper turns, causing Menace to fly past him and crash and burn into the canvas. Reaching down, Reaper picks up both Jackle and Menace, a hand around each throat. Picking them both up at the same time, he slams them both down in unison, double reaper feature. Reaper covers Jackle as the referee makes the three count.
Winner: Michael Reaper via pinfall
Match 2:
After some discussion, Delastano takes to his corner while Reaper and Burke prepare to start this one off. Megtorlas is needing some encouragement from the referee to leave the ring when Burke charges straight for Reaper – and right into a spinebuster! The bell is called for, and Megtorlas finally takes his corner. Meanwhile, Reaper is leaning over and taunting Burke with what can be made out to be as “You reap what you sow, bitch!”
Reaper backs off and allows Burke to stand, the two lock up, and Burke is shoved down with serious authority. Once more, Reaper allows him to stand, and Burke approaches more warily this time. A tie up, and Burke gets the advantage with a front facelock. He attempts a suplex, but Reaper blocks it and executes a suplex of his own. Apparently having enough for the moment, Burke makes the tag to Megtorlas.
Rather than mixing it up with Reaper, Megtorlas starts jack jawing and pointing toward Delastano, telling Reaper to tag him in. Reaper shrugs and tags in his partner who takes to the ring like he’s been waiting for this all night. Megtorlas moves in for the attack, but is caught in a scoop slam. He immediately rolls to his feet and approaches again, only to be slammed again. He comes up to one knee, Delastano presses the attack, but gets his legs swept out from under him. Two rolling knee drops from Megtorlas, who then pulls his opponent up and whips him to a neutral corner. A hard chest chop, then Delastano retaliates by grabbing his opponent and switching places, delivering a ferocious series of chops of his own. Megtorlas pulls his opponent’s legs out from under him, slingshots him into the top turnbuckle, then as Delastano falls backward, he somersaults over him into a pinning predicament. One… One and a half.
Megtorlas lays into Delastano with a vicious series of martial arts kicks and strikes, and then breaks off to give one to Reaper. Reaper immediately enters the ring, but the referee gets in his way, ordering him back out. Megtorlas takes advantage of the distraction by whipping Delastano into his corner. Burke grabs him from the outside and holds him against the turnbuckles, helpless against the “Megtorlas” series of kicks to the head and body. Reaper is still trying to get past the referee to make the save, as Megtorlas tops off his attack with a spinning back kick… but Delastano drops down and Megtorlas nails Burke instead, knocking him off the ring apron and down to the floor.
Delastano takes advantage of his opponent’s surprise, nearly clotheslines him out of his boots, and starts trying to stomp the life out of him. A whip to the corner where a clean tag is made to Reaper, Megtorlas is lifted into an electric chair, and Reaper comes in with a flying clothesline. Reaper dominates his much smaller opponent by repeatedly whipping him back and forth between the two neutral corners. After three or four trips across the ring, Megtorlas is caught and lifted into a gorilla press slam. The cover is made… One… Two… and Burke charges in at the last second to break the pin.
Reaper immediately goes for Burke, but Megtorlas blindsides him with a snap kick to the back of the head, finally putting the big man down. Burke exits the ring as the martial artist goes to work on keeping Reaper off his feet with a display of mat wrestling technique. Reaper is slung into the corner and the tag is made to Burke, but Megtorlas refuses to leave the ring, ignoring the referee’s warnings. Reaper is getting badly double teamed when Delastano comes charging across the ring with a clothesline that takes both Megtorlas and himself over the top rope to the outside.
Burke presses his advantage, slugging away at Reaper. A throw to the ropes, Reaper ducks a lariat attempt, Burke turns around to receive a kick to the gut and a powerbomb that shakes the ring. Once more, Reaper taunts his opponent to get up, but it takes Burke awhile to do so. Burke swings wildly, and Reaper ducks to cinch in a rear waistlock and execute a triple German suplex.
Meanwhile Delastano and Megtorlas seem to have forgotten about the action in the ring and are going at it on the outside, Megtorlas with a variety of martial arts moves, and Delastano with some good old fashioned brawling Megtorlas does a spinning kick and sweep to put his opponent on the floor, but gets a boot to the face as he tries to press the advantage. Megtorlas is staggered and Delastano follows up with a lariat to the back of the head. He climbs to the ring apron, waits for his opponent to stand, then comes off with a flying axehandle, but Megtorlas dodges and Delastano meets the steel guardrail face first.
In the ring, Burke is attempting to put it away and has Reaper locked. Reaper suddenly reverses it into the Grim Mistake! He makes the cover just before Megtorlas can get in the ring.
Winners: Sean Reaper and Kri Delastano
Match 3:
The two mighty powerhouses circle the ring, their eyes never leaving those of the other. The referee calls for the bell, but neither man seems quite ready to lock up just yet, instead closing in on each other for a good old-fashioned stare down. A collar and elbow tie up, and Mentis shoves Calix away, but the big man only moves back a few inches. Another tie up, and this time Calix attempts the show of strength, but Mentis barely moves. After staring each other down for a few more moments, Calix raises his hands, indicating he wants a genuine test of strength. Mentis is wisely cautious, but the two finally lock hands and lean in with full force. For several seconds, nobody moves, then very slowly Calix starts to gain the advantage, pressing down on the legendary Mentis who is gradually being forced to his knees.
Deciding he’s had more than enough of this, Mentis breaks it off with a hard kick to the gut, followed by pounding hard on Calix’s back and head. Calix breaks Mentis’ attack with a hard elbow, and the two start slugging away at each other like they were in a bar room. Mentis again takes the advantage, delivering a series of devastating rights, ignoring the referee’s warning about closed fists. He hauls back for a haymaker punch, but the referee intervenes, actually grabbing his arm. That’s all the opportunity Calix needs to deliver a vicious European uppercut followed by a hard snapmare into a headlock. Mentis struggles against it, but Calix shows his Greco-Roman skills by expertly shifting to prevent an escape. Finally, Mentis manages to turn to the side, but a quick release and a hard knee strike to the side of the neck keeps him on the defensive.
Calix attempts to capitalize, but Mentis drives an elbow into the solar plexus, gets to his feet, and goes to the ropes for a running knee strike to the head that finally puts Calix down. Mentis mounts him and starts pummeling away at his face and head, then drags him up by the hair and hoists him into a hanging vertical suplex, actually walking around for a second or two before driving him down to the mat in an amazing display of strength. Two elbow drops connect, but the third one misses as Calix rolls out of the way. Mentis is met halfway up with a front facelock into a gourdbuster. Calix to the ropes for a running double axehandle as Mentis tries to get to his feet, then executes a double underhook suplex. Calix with the cover. One… Two… Mentis gets the shoulder up.
Calix wastes no time in dragging Mentis to his feet and charging him straight into the turnbuckle, then throws him through the middle ropes to the outside. The referee begins to count as Calix heads out after him, but Mentis lunges off the floor with a clothesline, laying his opponent out.
Now on Mentis’ home turf, the big man takes the advantage. He repeatedly slams Calix into the ring apron, then throws him straight into the steel steps. Mentis rolls into the ring just in time to break the count, then right back out again to deliver more punishment to his opponent, slinging him first into the guardrail, then into the ringpost. Finally he rolls Calix back into the ring, climbs back in himself, and sets Calix up for a DDT, but showing incredible resilience, Calix reverses it into a back body drop. He’s staggering hard from the beating he took outside the ring, but still manages to catch Mentis in the face with an elbow as he comes up from behind. Again, Mentis tries to keep his momentum going, but takes another elbow to the face, and then a third hard enough to send him staggering. Before he can recover, Calix gets him up into a torture rack.
The referee gets into position as Mentis is bounced up and down on Calix’s shoulders, obviously in terrible pain. When no submission is forthcoming, Calix drops down to his knees turning the rack into a backbreaker. He draws his hand across his throat, signaling that the end is near, and hauls Mentis up. A hard kick to the gut and he pulls his opponent into position for the Omega Driver! The pin… 1…2…3!
Winner: Kaden Calix
Match 4:
Crazy Boy bounces off the ropes a few times to warm up, while Bedlam stands in his corner watching Smith’s every move as his evil-looking manager whispers a few last words of advice into his ear. The referee has to argue with Bonshire a moment to finally get him down off the ring apron, then signals for the bell.
Bedlam wastes no time, heading straight for Crazy Boy. Smith ducks under an attempt at a tie up and backs off to size his brawnier opponent up. Bedlam immediately goes for him again, but once more Smith ducks away, circling around and looking for an opening. With an audible snarl, Bedlam tries a third time, and once more Smith eludes him. The frustration showing clearly on his face, Bedlam finally rushes his opponent, which is exactly what Crazy Boy was waiting for, countering with a drop toe-hold and transitioning smoothly into a side headlock. Bedlam forces himself to his knees and delivers a series of elbow strikes to Smith’s gut, then powers up to his feet. He shoves Smith off and into the ropes, meeting him on the rebound with a shoulderblock that sends his opponent right down to the mat.
Smith rolls to his feet and goes for the ropes, but meets another shoulderblock. Once more a quick roll to his feet and a run for the ropes, this time not trying to match power with Bedlam, but instead executing a beautiful sleeper slam that draws an “aah” from the crowd. As Bedlam recovers, Smith struts a little, then bounces off the ropes, this time hopping over a backdrop attempt. Off the far side, he ducks a clothesline, and to the ropes again, this time flying off with a clothesline of his own. That doesn’t keep his opponent down for long, and Smith goes once again for the ropes. Unfortunately for Smith, this time his opponent was ready and executes a devastating exploder suplex out of nowhere.
Bedlam drops two elbows and goes for a head and arm lock, but Smith gets his legs up and scissors his opponent’s head, forcing him over onto his back. Bedlam powers out and both men are up again, with Smith still shaking the cobwebs out. A collar and elbow tie up leads to an arm wringer by Crazy Boy. Fast reversal by Bedlam who repeatedly smashes Smith’s shoulder, driving him to his knees. This time it is Crazy Boy with an elbow to the solar plexus, forcing Bedlam to release the arm lock. Bedlam retaliates by catching Smith up for what might be a belly-to-belly suplex, but rather than letting himself be taken over, Smith shifts his position and delivers a belly-to-belly of his own, in a beautiful tactical reversal.
Showing the speed he possesses, Smith immediately goes to the corner and smoothly leaps to the top, just in time to catch Bedlam with a Crazy Drop! The missile dropkick sends his opponent literally head over heels, as the crowd roars its approval. Smith goes for the cover, but Bonshire jumps back up onto the ring apron to effectively distract the referee. Seeing that no count is forthcoming, Smith gets up and grabs the referee’s arm to get his attention back on the match. Unfortunately for the Crazy One, this gives Bedlam more than enough time to recover, seize Smith from behind, and deliver a violent backbreaker. Jack Bonshire could not look more pleased with himself.
The vicious Bedlam delivers a series of three picture-perfect suplexes to Crazy Boy, then in a display of strength he picks him up and executes a running powerslam that shakes the ring. Bonshire starts shouting instruction, ordering Bedlam up to the top rope, and he wastes no time in doing so. The crowd moans in disapproval as Bedlam prepares for the Bombs Away… but nobody is home! Smith rolls out of the way at the last second and Bedlam crashes to the mat as Bonshire looks ready to tear his hair out.
Smith is still groggy, but manages to capitalize on the situation and locks in a Boston Crab. Bedlam reaches desperately for the ropes, but they are just out of range. The referee is in position looking for any sign of submission, but Bedlam shakes his head violently, nowhere near ready to give up. At long last, he manages to snag the bottom rope, and the referee tells Crazy Boy to release the hold, to no avail. The count is started, and Smith lets go at four and a half. He grabs hold of Bedlam’s foot to drag him back toward the center of the ring, and locks the Crab in once more, this time with nowhere for his opponent to go. Again, Bedlam refuses to submit, trying vainly to reach the ropes. The referee is down on the mat once again, looking for any sign of submission, when Bonshire climbs in and charges across the ring to nail Crazy Boy in the back of the head, immediately sliding out the other side as the crowd roars in outrage. From his position down on the mat, the referee didn’t see a thing.
Bedlam is still recovering, but Crazy Boy doesn’t seem interested in him anymore. He violently shakes his head twice, and then dives out of the ring after Bonshire. The two manage almost three laps of the ring until Bedlam slides out and meets the Crazy One with a strong arm clothesline just as he rounds the corner. He drags Smith up by the hair and smashes his head twice into the ringpost in payback for threatening his manager, then rolls him back in just in time to beat the ten count. Bonshire is right in Bedlam’s ear, shouting “Finish him off!” Bedlam rolls into the ring himself and positions himself behind Smith, obviously preparing to apply the Stranglehold. Smith is staggering to his feet, his back to the threat behind him. Bedlam goes for the Stranglehold… but showing amazing ring presence, Smith avoids it and swings around his opponent into a neckbreaker.
Both men are down on the mat, with Bonshire slamming his hand on the ring apron trying to get Bedlam to move. The man finally manages to get to his feet, picks up Smith and drops him into a kneebreaker. Instead of letting Smith drop, he lifts him again for a second kneebreaker, and then a third. If the man ever smiled, he’d be doing it now, but the look of fierce intensity never wavers. Finally letting go, Crazy Boy begins rolling around clutching his leg, and Bedlam moves in for the Bedlam Lock! Somehow, Smith gets his foot up in his opponent’s face, kicking him away. Bedlam tries again, and gets another boot in the face, hard enough this time to make him stagger. Smith manages to get to his feet, although he is obviously favoring his leg. Bedlam moves in again to capitalize, and walks right into a DDT out of nowhere! Crazy Boy with the cover. One… Two… no good. Bedlam isn’t done yet.
The toll of the match is showing on both men now, but Smith manages to drag Bedlam to his feet and send him right back down again with a side Russian legsweep. A Walls Of Jericho may be in the works… but Smith’s leg gives out at exactly the wrong moment, allowing Bedlam to push him off.
Both men are up and all technical wrestling is forgotten for the moment as they start slugging away at each other, each man rocking back on his heels under every blow. Bedlam catches Smith’s arm and pulls him in to deliver another suplex. Suddenly, Havoc Inc hits the ring and starts attacking both of them. The bell rings quickly, and before Havoc Inc causes too much damage, James Keenan comes in the ring with an electric guitar swinging away. Lantlas steps out afterwards and makes the Calix/Keenan match a four way match at Collision Course.
Match 5:
The Prophet once again injects his sick mind games, drawing Heavy Metal away from the ring long enough to be counted out and give Justin Michaels the victory.
Match 6:
The eyes of Phinehas Grimm take in the crowd as he perches on the turnbuckle and a thousand flashbulbs go off, the PCW World title belt gleaming at his waist. He hops down, and before he can even take the belt off, the gigantic Prophet is right in his face. Murdoc grins nastily and makes a motion as if breaking a twig. Unsurprisingly, Grimm doesn’t seem terribly impressed. Without taking his eyes off his opponent, he removes the belt and hands it to the referee without looking. The Prophet steps forward in a final attempt to intimidate his opponent with his size, and suddenly the fight is on!
Grimm kicks Murdoc in the gut, and immediately sends him to the corner, following in with a running shoulderblock to the midsection. He proceeds to pound away on his opponent, raining blows down on his head. Murdoc grabs him around the middle and steps out of the corner to drop him in a standing sidewalk slam. Grimm immediately rolls to his feet, lunges forward, and using his opponent’s shoulders for leverage, jumps and headbutts him right between the eyes. One spinebuster later and the Prophet is out on the mat with Grimm mounted on top, whaling away.
Grimm gets up, stomps Murdoc twice, executes a falling elbow to the throat, and then pulls him up off the mat for a ride to the ropes. Murdoc comes off and runs right into a Samoan drop. Grimm leans back nonchalantly for the cover, but only gets a one count. It doesn’t remotely seem as if he thought the match was going to be over that quickly, but his point has been made about just how intimidated he is.
Murdoc gets to his knees and Grimm applies a side headlock, delivering a few punches to the head in the bargain. Murdoc shoves him off and to the ropes, catches him on the rebound with a claw to the face and sweeps his legs out from under him in and STK. With the Abomination on the mat, the Prophet does his best to keep his momentum, maintaining the claw while delivering some Mongolian chops to Grimm’s neck. He hauls Grimm up and executes a reverse bulldog, leaving his opponent rolling around on the mat, holding the back of his head. With Grimm face down, the Prophet drops both knees to his back, then starts raining down cross forearms. Knees to the back once more, then Grimm is pulled up and thrown to the corner with enough force he almost bounces off. Murdoc is right on top of things at the moment, with three hard chops to the chest, and then a wrist clutch. He mounts the turnbuckles, sneers at the booing crowd, and executes the Gypsy Walk.
Feeling himself firmly in control, the Prophet wastes some time with the crowd, enjoying the jeers thrown his way. Behind him, unfortunately, Grimm shows his resilience by regaining his footing and closing in to deliver a backbreaker. He goes to the corner to mount the turnbuckles, and the second Murdoc has regained his feet he is sent clear across the ring with a missile dropkick.
With the full support of the audience behind him, Grimm charges in with a falling axehandle smash, delivers a few stomps, then backs off again as Murdoc uses the ropes to pull himself up. A flying back elbow sends him right over the top rope and down to the floor. Again, Grimm mounts the turnbuckles and waits there poised. Murdoc to his feet again, and the Abomination comes off with a flying axehandle, but the Prophet dodges and Grimm’s face meets the steel guardrail… hard. Smart enough not to stay in Grimm’s home turf, Murdoc rolls into the ring and waits out the referee’s count. Grimm is up at six, and climbs onto the ring apron, where Murdoc reaches over the ropes to bring his opponent into the ring the hard way via a vertical suplex. A bounce off the ropes, driving his elbow into Grimm’s throat. A second time, but the third misses as Grimm rolls away. Murdoc, attempting to keep this a wrestling match, stays on him, dropping his weight onto his opponent’s back, then locking in a camel clutch and wrenching back as hard as he can.
The referee is down on the mat, asking if the World champion wants to submit, but no go. Murdoc maintains the clutch for a long time, but finally realizing that Grimm isn’t going to give up, he releases the hold, obviously frustrated. He pulls Grimm up and locks in a bearhug this time, and once again the referee is looking for signs of submission. No luck for Murdoc this time either, as Grimm claps his ears repeatedly until he lets go. Murdoc staggers around, clutching his head, giving the Abomination the perfect opportunity for a Lament Configuration! Once again the tide has shifted in the champion’s favor and the crowd knows it.
Grimm mounts the turnbuckles as Murdoc tries to get to his feet. He is staggering hard as the World champion waits for just the right moment. Harvest from the top! The cover...1...2...3!
Winner: Grimm
OOC: I am so sorry these are thrown together, and I'm sorry about your match, HM. Thank you, Roy... For all that you did to step up this week. I just got out of the hospital and I've been in since Friday, so I haven't had time to do anything. Here's a picture of Michael Wayne Perry Goodlive.
The bell rings and Jackel starts of the match, charging in with a clothesline, only to bounce off the chest of the bigger, heavier Michael Reaper. Jackle rebounds of the ropes to attempt another clothesline but is met with a boot to the face for his trouble. Reaper reaches down for Jackle who is rolling on the matt and holding his face, but gets a punch to the stomach.
The punch staggers the bigger man, as Jackle finds his way up to his feet and rebounds, going for a third clothesline. This one connects and knocks Reaper down. Jackle presses the advantage and starts kicking and stomping on the left knee of Michael Reaper. Jackle picks Reaper up and slams him back down to the mat with a snap suplex. Without releasing his hold on the big man, Jackle picks him back up and goes for a second suplex. Reaper counters by wrapping his leg around Jackles and then delivers a punishing ddt.
Both men are down and the referee starts to count. Both men are up before the count of five and start trading right hands. They go back and forth before a punch from Reaper staggers Jackle. With the smaller man reeling, Reaper continues to throw punches into the face of his opponent. With a final blow Jackle goes down, but to everyone’s surprise, including his own, he jumps right back up.
Reaper clamps a hand around the throat of Jackle, signaling for the Reaper Feature. Jackle gives a quick poke to the eye, causing Reaper to let go. Jackle now attempts to set up for the Jacklehammer, but the sheer weight of Micheal Reaper proves to much as his legs give out, causing the big man to come crashing down on top of him. The ref moves in to count but only gets to two before the kick out. Jackle is down and not moving.
A commotion from outside the ring causes Reaper to look over and catch Menace launching himself at Michael Reaper with a missile drop kick. Reaper turns, causing Menace to fly past him and crash and burn into the canvas. Reaching down, Reaper picks up both Jackle and Menace, a hand around each throat. Picking them both up at the same time, he slams them both down in unison, double reaper feature. Reaper covers Jackle as the referee makes the three count.
Winner: Michael Reaper via pinfall
Match 2:
After some discussion, Delastano takes to his corner while Reaper and Burke prepare to start this one off. Megtorlas is needing some encouragement from the referee to leave the ring when Burke charges straight for Reaper – and right into a spinebuster! The bell is called for, and Megtorlas finally takes his corner. Meanwhile, Reaper is leaning over and taunting Burke with what can be made out to be as “You reap what you sow, bitch!”
Reaper backs off and allows Burke to stand, the two lock up, and Burke is shoved down with serious authority. Once more, Reaper allows him to stand, and Burke approaches more warily this time. A tie up, and Burke gets the advantage with a front facelock. He attempts a suplex, but Reaper blocks it and executes a suplex of his own. Apparently having enough for the moment, Burke makes the tag to Megtorlas.
Rather than mixing it up with Reaper, Megtorlas starts jack jawing and pointing toward Delastano, telling Reaper to tag him in. Reaper shrugs and tags in his partner who takes to the ring like he’s been waiting for this all night. Megtorlas moves in for the attack, but is caught in a scoop slam. He immediately rolls to his feet and approaches again, only to be slammed again. He comes up to one knee, Delastano presses the attack, but gets his legs swept out from under him. Two rolling knee drops from Megtorlas, who then pulls his opponent up and whips him to a neutral corner. A hard chest chop, then Delastano retaliates by grabbing his opponent and switching places, delivering a ferocious series of chops of his own. Megtorlas pulls his opponent’s legs out from under him, slingshots him into the top turnbuckle, then as Delastano falls backward, he somersaults over him into a pinning predicament. One… One and a half.
Megtorlas lays into Delastano with a vicious series of martial arts kicks and strikes, and then breaks off to give one to Reaper. Reaper immediately enters the ring, but the referee gets in his way, ordering him back out. Megtorlas takes advantage of the distraction by whipping Delastano into his corner. Burke grabs him from the outside and holds him against the turnbuckles, helpless against the “Megtorlas” series of kicks to the head and body. Reaper is still trying to get past the referee to make the save, as Megtorlas tops off his attack with a spinning back kick… but Delastano drops down and Megtorlas nails Burke instead, knocking him off the ring apron and down to the floor.
Delastano takes advantage of his opponent’s surprise, nearly clotheslines him out of his boots, and starts trying to stomp the life out of him. A whip to the corner where a clean tag is made to Reaper, Megtorlas is lifted into an electric chair, and Reaper comes in with a flying clothesline. Reaper dominates his much smaller opponent by repeatedly whipping him back and forth between the two neutral corners. After three or four trips across the ring, Megtorlas is caught and lifted into a gorilla press slam. The cover is made… One… Two… and Burke charges in at the last second to break the pin.
Reaper immediately goes for Burke, but Megtorlas blindsides him with a snap kick to the back of the head, finally putting the big man down. Burke exits the ring as the martial artist goes to work on keeping Reaper off his feet with a display of mat wrestling technique. Reaper is slung into the corner and the tag is made to Burke, but Megtorlas refuses to leave the ring, ignoring the referee’s warnings. Reaper is getting badly double teamed when Delastano comes charging across the ring with a clothesline that takes both Megtorlas and himself over the top rope to the outside.
Burke presses his advantage, slugging away at Reaper. A throw to the ropes, Reaper ducks a lariat attempt, Burke turns around to receive a kick to the gut and a powerbomb that shakes the ring. Once more, Reaper taunts his opponent to get up, but it takes Burke awhile to do so. Burke swings wildly, and Reaper ducks to cinch in a rear waistlock and execute a triple German suplex.
Meanwhile Delastano and Megtorlas seem to have forgotten about the action in the ring and are going at it on the outside, Megtorlas with a variety of martial arts moves, and Delastano with some good old fashioned brawling Megtorlas does a spinning kick and sweep to put his opponent on the floor, but gets a boot to the face as he tries to press the advantage. Megtorlas is staggered and Delastano follows up with a lariat to the back of the head. He climbs to the ring apron, waits for his opponent to stand, then comes off with a flying axehandle, but Megtorlas dodges and Delastano meets the steel guardrail face first.
In the ring, Burke is attempting to put it away and has Reaper locked. Reaper suddenly reverses it into the Grim Mistake! He makes the cover just before Megtorlas can get in the ring.
Winners: Sean Reaper and Kri Delastano
Match 3:
The two mighty powerhouses circle the ring, their eyes never leaving those of the other. The referee calls for the bell, but neither man seems quite ready to lock up just yet, instead closing in on each other for a good old-fashioned stare down. A collar and elbow tie up, and Mentis shoves Calix away, but the big man only moves back a few inches. Another tie up, and this time Calix attempts the show of strength, but Mentis barely moves. After staring each other down for a few more moments, Calix raises his hands, indicating he wants a genuine test of strength. Mentis is wisely cautious, but the two finally lock hands and lean in with full force. For several seconds, nobody moves, then very slowly Calix starts to gain the advantage, pressing down on the legendary Mentis who is gradually being forced to his knees.
Deciding he’s had more than enough of this, Mentis breaks it off with a hard kick to the gut, followed by pounding hard on Calix’s back and head. Calix breaks Mentis’ attack with a hard elbow, and the two start slugging away at each other like they were in a bar room. Mentis again takes the advantage, delivering a series of devastating rights, ignoring the referee’s warning about closed fists. He hauls back for a haymaker punch, but the referee intervenes, actually grabbing his arm. That’s all the opportunity Calix needs to deliver a vicious European uppercut followed by a hard snapmare into a headlock. Mentis struggles against it, but Calix shows his Greco-Roman skills by expertly shifting to prevent an escape. Finally, Mentis manages to turn to the side, but a quick release and a hard knee strike to the side of the neck keeps him on the defensive.
Calix attempts to capitalize, but Mentis drives an elbow into the solar plexus, gets to his feet, and goes to the ropes for a running knee strike to the head that finally puts Calix down. Mentis mounts him and starts pummeling away at his face and head, then drags him up by the hair and hoists him into a hanging vertical suplex, actually walking around for a second or two before driving him down to the mat in an amazing display of strength. Two elbow drops connect, but the third one misses as Calix rolls out of the way. Mentis is met halfway up with a front facelock into a gourdbuster. Calix to the ropes for a running double axehandle as Mentis tries to get to his feet, then executes a double underhook suplex. Calix with the cover. One… Two… Mentis gets the shoulder up.
Calix wastes no time in dragging Mentis to his feet and charging him straight into the turnbuckle, then throws him through the middle ropes to the outside. The referee begins to count as Calix heads out after him, but Mentis lunges off the floor with a clothesline, laying his opponent out.
Now on Mentis’ home turf, the big man takes the advantage. He repeatedly slams Calix into the ring apron, then throws him straight into the steel steps. Mentis rolls into the ring just in time to break the count, then right back out again to deliver more punishment to his opponent, slinging him first into the guardrail, then into the ringpost. Finally he rolls Calix back into the ring, climbs back in himself, and sets Calix up for a DDT, but showing incredible resilience, Calix reverses it into a back body drop. He’s staggering hard from the beating he took outside the ring, but still manages to catch Mentis in the face with an elbow as he comes up from behind. Again, Mentis tries to keep his momentum going, but takes another elbow to the face, and then a third hard enough to send him staggering. Before he can recover, Calix gets him up into a torture rack.
The referee gets into position as Mentis is bounced up and down on Calix’s shoulders, obviously in terrible pain. When no submission is forthcoming, Calix drops down to his knees turning the rack into a backbreaker. He draws his hand across his throat, signaling that the end is near, and hauls Mentis up. A hard kick to the gut and he pulls his opponent into position for the Omega Driver! The pin… 1…2…3!
Winner: Kaden Calix
Match 4:
Crazy Boy bounces off the ropes a few times to warm up, while Bedlam stands in his corner watching Smith’s every move as his evil-looking manager whispers a few last words of advice into his ear. The referee has to argue with Bonshire a moment to finally get him down off the ring apron, then signals for the bell.
Bedlam wastes no time, heading straight for Crazy Boy. Smith ducks under an attempt at a tie up and backs off to size his brawnier opponent up. Bedlam immediately goes for him again, but once more Smith ducks away, circling around and looking for an opening. With an audible snarl, Bedlam tries a third time, and once more Smith eludes him. The frustration showing clearly on his face, Bedlam finally rushes his opponent, which is exactly what Crazy Boy was waiting for, countering with a drop toe-hold and transitioning smoothly into a side headlock. Bedlam forces himself to his knees and delivers a series of elbow strikes to Smith’s gut, then powers up to his feet. He shoves Smith off and into the ropes, meeting him on the rebound with a shoulderblock that sends his opponent right down to the mat.
Smith rolls to his feet and goes for the ropes, but meets another shoulderblock. Once more a quick roll to his feet and a run for the ropes, this time not trying to match power with Bedlam, but instead executing a beautiful sleeper slam that draws an “aah” from the crowd. As Bedlam recovers, Smith struts a little, then bounces off the ropes, this time hopping over a backdrop attempt. Off the far side, he ducks a clothesline, and to the ropes again, this time flying off with a clothesline of his own. That doesn’t keep his opponent down for long, and Smith goes once again for the ropes. Unfortunately for Smith, this time his opponent was ready and executes a devastating exploder suplex out of nowhere.
Bedlam drops two elbows and goes for a head and arm lock, but Smith gets his legs up and scissors his opponent’s head, forcing him over onto his back. Bedlam powers out and both men are up again, with Smith still shaking the cobwebs out. A collar and elbow tie up leads to an arm wringer by Crazy Boy. Fast reversal by Bedlam who repeatedly smashes Smith’s shoulder, driving him to his knees. This time it is Crazy Boy with an elbow to the solar plexus, forcing Bedlam to release the arm lock. Bedlam retaliates by catching Smith up for what might be a belly-to-belly suplex, but rather than letting himself be taken over, Smith shifts his position and delivers a belly-to-belly of his own, in a beautiful tactical reversal.
Showing the speed he possesses, Smith immediately goes to the corner and smoothly leaps to the top, just in time to catch Bedlam with a Crazy Drop! The missile dropkick sends his opponent literally head over heels, as the crowd roars its approval. Smith goes for the cover, but Bonshire jumps back up onto the ring apron to effectively distract the referee. Seeing that no count is forthcoming, Smith gets up and grabs the referee’s arm to get his attention back on the match. Unfortunately for the Crazy One, this gives Bedlam more than enough time to recover, seize Smith from behind, and deliver a violent backbreaker. Jack Bonshire could not look more pleased with himself.
The vicious Bedlam delivers a series of three picture-perfect suplexes to Crazy Boy, then in a display of strength he picks him up and executes a running powerslam that shakes the ring. Bonshire starts shouting instruction, ordering Bedlam up to the top rope, and he wastes no time in doing so. The crowd moans in disapproval as Bedlam prepares for the Bombs Away… but nobody is home! Smith rolls out of the way at the last second and Bedlam crashes to the mat as Bonshire looks ready to tear his hair out.
Smith is still groggy, but manages to capitalize on the situation and locks in a Boston Crab. Bedlam reaches desperately for the ropes, but they are just out of range. The referee is in position looking for any sign of submission, but Bedlam shakes his head violently, nowhere near ready to give up. At long last, he manages to snag the bottom rope, and the referee tells Crazy Boy to release the hold, to no avail. The count is started, and Smith lets go at four and a half. He grabs hold of Bedlam’s foot to drag him back toward the center of the ring, and locks the Crab in once more, this time with nowhere for his opponent to go. Again, Bedlam refuses to submit, trying vainly to reach the ropes. The referee is down on the mat once again, looking for any sign of submission, when Bonshire climbs in and charges across the ring to nail Crazy Boy in the back of the head, immediately sliding out the other side as the crowd roars in outrage. From his position down on the mat, the referee didn’t see a thing.
Bedlam is still recovering, but Crazy Boy doesn’t seem interested in him anymore. He violently shakes his head twice, and then dives out of the ring after Bonshire. The two manage almost three laps of the ring until Bedlam slides out and meets the Crazy One with a strong arm clothesline just as he rounds the corner. He drags Smith up by the hair and smashes his head twice into the ringpost in payback for threatening his manager, then rolls him back in just in time to beat the ten count. Bonshire is right in Bedlam’s ear, shouting “Finish him off!” Bedlam rolls into the ring himself and positions himself behind Smith, obviously preparing to apply the Stranglehold. Smith is staggering to his feet, his back to the threat behind him. Bedlam goes for the Stranglehold… but showing amazing ring presence, Smith avoids it and swings around his opponent into a neckbreaker.
Both men are down on the mat, with Bonshire slamming his hand on the ring apron trying to get Bedlam to move. The man finally manages to get to his feet, picks up Smith and drops him into a kneebreaker. Instead of letting Smith drop, he lifts him again for a second kneebreaker, and then a third. If the man ever smiled, he’d be doing it now, but the look of fierce intensity never wavers. Finally letting go, Crazy Boy begins rolling around clutching his leg, and Bedlam moves in for the Bedlam Lock! Somehow, Smith gets his foot up in his opponent’s face, kicking him away. Bedlam tries again, and gets another boot in the face, hard enough this time to make him stagger. Smith manages to get to his feet, although he is obviously favoring his leg. Bedlam moves in again to capitalize, and walks right into a DDT out of nowhere! Crazy Boy with the cover. One… Two… no good. Bedlam isn’t done yet.
The toll of the match is showing on both men now, but Smith manages to drag Bedlam to his feet and send him right back down again with a side Russian legsweep. A Walls Of Jericho may be in the works… but Smith’s leg gives out at exactly the wrong moment, allowing Bedlam to push him off.
Both men are up and all technical wrestling is forgotten for the moment as they start slugging away at each other, each man rocking back on his heels under every blow. Bedlam catches Smith’s arm and pulls him in to deliver another suplex. Suddenly, Havoc Inc hits the ring and starts attacking both of them. The bell rings quickly, and before Havoc Inc causes too much damage, James Keenan comes in the ring with an electric guitar swinging away. Lantlas steps out afterwards and makes the Calix/Keenan match a four way match at Collision Course.
Match 5:
The Prophet once again injects his sick mind games, drawing Heavy Metal away from the ring long enough to be counted out and give Justin Michaels the victory.
Match 6:
The eyes of Phinehas Grimm take in the crowd as he perches on the turnbuckle and a thousand flashbulbs go off, the PCW World title belt gleaming at his waist. He hops down, and before he can even take the belt off, the gigantic Prophet is right in his face. Murdoc grins nastily and makes a motion as if breaking a twig. Unsurprisingly, Grimm doesn’t seem terribly impressed. Without taking his eyes off his opponent, he removes the belt and hands it to the referee without looking. The Prophet steps forward in a final attempt to intimidate his opponent with his size, and suddenly the fight is on!
Grimm kicks Murdoc in the gut, and immediately sends him to the corner, following in with a running shoulderblock to the midsection. He proceeds to pound away on his opponent, raining blows down on his head. Murdoc grabs him around the middle and steps out of the corner to drop him in a standing sidewalk slam. Grimm immediately rolls to his feet, lunges forward, and using his opponent’s shoulders for leverage, jumps and headbutts him right between the eyes. One spinebuster later and the Prophet is out on the mat with Grimm mounted on top, whaling away.
Grimm gets up, stomps Murdoc twice, executes a falling elbow to the throat, and then pulls him up off the mat for a ride to the ropes. Murdoc comes off and runs right into a Samoan drop. Grimm leans back nonchalantly for the cover, but only gets a one count. It doesn’t remotely seem as if he thought the match was going to be over that quickly, but his point has been made about just how intimidated he is.
Murdoc gets to his knees and Grimm applies a side headlock, delivering a few punches to the head in the bargain. Murdoc shoves him off and to the ropes, catches him on the rebound with a claw to the face and sweeps his legs out from under him in and STK. With the Abomination on the mat, the Prophet does his best to keep his momentum, maintaining the claw while delivering some Mongolian chops to Grimm’s neck. He hauls Grimm up and executes a reverse bulldog, leaving his opponent rolling around on the mat, holding the back of his head. With Grimm face down, the Prophet drops both knees to his back, then starts raining down cross forearms. Knees to the back once more, then Grimm is pulled up and thrown to the corner with enough force he almost bounces off. Murdoc is right on top of things at the moment, with three hard chops to the chest, and then a wrist clutch. He mounts the turnbuckles, sneers at the booing crowd, and executes the Gypsy Walk.
Feeling himself firmly in control, the Prophet wastes some time with the crowd, enjoying the jeers thrown his way. Behind him, unfortunately, Grimm shows his resilience by regaining his footing and closing in to deliver a backbreaker. He goes to the corner to mount the turnbuckles, and the second Murdoc has regained his feet he is sent clear across the ring with a missile dropkick.
With the full support of the audience behind him, Grimm charges in with a falling axehandle smash, delivers a few stomps, then backs off again as Murdoc uses the ropes to pull himself up. A flying back elbow sends him right over the top rope and down to the floor. Again, Grimm mounts the turnbuckles and waits there poised. Murdoc to his feet again, and the Abomination comes off with a flying axehandle, but the Prophet dodges and Grimm’s face meets the steel guardrail… hard. Smart enough not to stay in Grimm’s home turf, Murdoc rolls into the ring and waits out the referee’s count. Grimm is up at six, and climbs onto the ring apron, where Murdoc reaches over the ropes to bring his opponent into the ring the hard way via a vertical suplex. A bounce off the ropes, driving his elbow into Grimm’s throat. A second time, but the third misses as Grimm rolls away. Murdoc, attempting to keep this a wrestling match, stays on him, dropping his weight onto his opponent’s back, then locking in a camel clutch and wrenching back as hard as he can.
The referee is down on the mat, asking if the World champion wants to submit, but no go. Murdoc maintains the clutch for a long time, but finally realizing that Grimm isn’t going to give up, he releases the hold, obviously frustrated. He pulls Grimm up and locks in a bearhug this time, and once again the referee is looking for signs of submission. No luck for Murdoc this time either, as Grimm claps his ears repeatedly until he lets go. Murdoc staggers around, clutching his head, giving the Abomination the perfect opportunity for a Lament Configuration! Once again the tide has shifted in the champion’s favor and the crowd knows it.
Grimm mounts the turnbuckles as Murdoc tries to get to his feet. He is staggering hard as the World champion waits for just the right moment. Harvest from the top! The cover...1...2...3!
Winner: Grimm
OOC: I am so sorry these are thrown together, and I'm sorry about your match, HM. Thank you, Roy... For all that you did to step up this week. I just got out of the hospital and I've been in since Friday, so I haven't had time to do anything. Here's a picture of Michael Wayne Perry Goodlive.