Post by A Ghost in the Wind on Dec 16, 2005 3:50:44 GMT -5
PCW Deadly Intentions
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Live on Pay-Per-View from the sold-out Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Live on Pay-Per-View from the sold-out Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina
(The arena is jam-packed with a sold-out crowd here in the Pure Class Arena, awaiting the start of the latest PCW Pay-Per-View: Deadly Intentions. Deadly Intentions will be the home of such matches as the Falls Count Anywhere International Championship Match between LoKi and The Prophet and also the Triple Threat, Two Falls Match to determine both the North American and World Champions and will feature Ace Anderson, Non Compos Mentis, and Slither. Those are just two of the matches that should make history here tonight and the PCW crowd knows that they're going to be witnessing something special. And they're just moments away, because, inside the center of the ring stands PCW Ring Announcer Mark Long. Mark, ever the professional, is wearing a tuxedo and a nice shiny black bow-tie. He reads over a few cards he has in his hand before tucking them away inside his jacket's pocket. He, being with microphone, raises it to his lips and begins to speak.)
Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen...in roughly one minute, the PCW will present to you...Deadly Intentions!
(The fans, who are already stoked, start cheering and applauding in appreciation, knowing that this historic event will about to begin. Mark takes a deep breath before he continues, and the pace in which he was speaking in originally, speeds up.)
Mark Long: Before we start the event, I would like to inform you that videotaping and recording this show is strictly prohibited. Also, laser lights are not allowed in the arena. If anyone is caught with one, they'll be escorted out of the building by security and will not receive any type of refund. And last but certainly not least, the antics displayed in and out of this ring are extremely dangerous and are performed by trained professionals. You should not try this at home. All in all, sit back and enjoy the show.
(Mark takes a a quick breath and continues.)
Mark Long: The show will be starting...NOW!
(The feed fades from Mark Long standing in the ring to a video on the PCW-Tron hyping the event. As, "Paint it Black" by the Rolling Stones, which is the official Deadly Intentions theme song, plays throughout the video, the fans become more and more hyped, just ready to bust during some lucky match here tonight. The video itself features highlights of the PCW since the last PCW Pay-Per-View, which was Living a Legacy, until this past Trauma. After the video, the feed cuts to the entrance stage and fireworks and pyrotechnics begin to go off, bringing the crowd to their feet in awe. After the camera pans around the arena, pointing out such signs as, "ACE IS AN ARROGANT BASTARD!", "WE LOVE GARBAGEMEN!", "PROPHIE'S A PANTSY!", "I'M WHISPER'S BABY DADDY!", "ROOT 4 THE DOG!", and, "Showtime Swallows", the feed cuts to Jerry Andrews and Michael "The Man" Hunt at ringside.)
Jerry Andrews: We are live...here in Greenville, South Carolina for PCW Deadly Intentions! I'm Jerry Andrews and to my left is my broadcast partner, Michael "The Man" Williams. Mike...!
Michael "The Man" Williams: I can't wait 'til the show gets underway, Jerry! I feel like a kid in a candy store.
Jerry Andrews: And there's nothing wrong with that, Mike! Deadly Intentions will definitely be one of the more historic nights in PCW history. So much is at stake here tonight, it's unimaginable to think how some of these matches are going to be played out.
Mike Hunt: Played out?!? There's no playing involved, Jerry. Each match will definitely be hard-fought and the winner of each will definitely have to work to get the victory.
Jerry Andrews: That's what I meant, but I maybe should have worded it a bit better.
Mike Hunt: You definitely should have.
Jerry Andrews: Anyway...Mike...who will walk out the Main Event, Two Falls, Triple Threat Match with the North American and World Championships on the line? Will it be Slither, Ace Anderson, or Non Compos Mentis?
Mike Hunt: I feel Ace Anderson, the best all-around athlete we have here in the PCW, will not only retain his North American Championship, but then, he'll finish both Slither and Non Compos Mentis off and walk out the PCW World Champion aswell. The man is unbeatable!
Jerry Andrews: Unbeatable my nose! He DOES have about five loses on his record...
Mike Hunt: *interrupting*...He has FOUR loses!
Jerry Andrews: Excuse me...he DOES have four loses on his record, so he's not as unbeatable as you may think. And with Slither always coming out and surprising everyone in these big matches, and Non Compos Mentis being on a hot-streak, it's really anyone's match. I don't think I, or any logical human-being, could give a straight answer to this question.
Mike Hunt: You did notice that I voted for Ace, didn't you?
Jerry Andrews: And did you notice that I said logical human-being?
Mike Hunt: Yeah...whatever.
Jerry Andrews: And don't forget that it is rumored that the PCW's newest acquisition plans on being here tonight aswell.
Mike Hunt: Whoever it is...they better be good. Because we can't be looking bad.
Jerry Andrews:But back to what we were saying, every match on the card today, it'll be hard to decide a winner. Prophet-LoKi. Showtime-Banks. Grimm-Pegasus. The Tag Team Championship Match. In either match, picking a winner is about a fifty-fifty chance.
Mike Hunt: And I like those odds. So I'll make this easy. Prophet will destroy LoKi. Showtime will end Banks' career. Grimm will show Pegasus why he is the, "Abomination of Desolation". And, Chrissy Johnson will win the PCW Tag Team Championships.
Jerry Andrews: You do mean Chrissy and Maddog, correct?
Mike Hunt: No, not really. Chrissy will be the reason they win the Tag Titles. Not some barking idiot.
Jerry Andrews: I don't know, Mike. The Byrd, though picking up the loss for his team, looked impressive the other night in the Six-Person Tag Team Match. And I am sure Mark Lightning isn't just going to let Chrissy and Maddog just up and win the titles all like that.
Mike Hunt: Yeah, but it isn't going to matter, because Chrissy is still going to be the reason they win.
Jerry Andrews: And we can put your theory to the test now, as Mark Long is standing in the ring, prepared to introduce the combatants in the first match of Deadly Intentions.
(The camera switches from ringside to Mark Long standing in the center of the ring, microphone in hand.)
Match One: Tag Team Championship Match
Mark Lightning {Champion} & The Byrd vs. Chrissy Johnson & Maddog
Referee: Eddie Lane
Mark Lightning {Champion} & The Byrd vs. Chrissy Johnson & Maddog
Referee: Eddie Lane
Mark Long: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, has a twenty-minute time-limit, and is for the PCW Tag Team Championships!
(The lights go out and we start to hear a guitar playing. The words, "You don't know, You don't really know me at all," could be heard as the smoke billows up on the screen. Finally it starts to get more intense as a pair of blue eyes becomes visible and with each pulse, they flash. Finally a quick pick of Chrissy Johnson hitting a "Chrissy-currana" on an unsuspecting victim could be seen before the song goes all out and begins.)
Mark Long: Introducing first...the challengers. Coming down the aisle...standing at 5 feet, 4 inches, and from Duryea, Pennsylvania...Chrissy Johnson!
(Chrissy comes out on the stage all pumped up and soaks up the boos from the crowd before making her way down the ramp and into the ring. Wearing a pair of gray, knee high pumps, a gray dress and her long blonde hair over her shoulders, she listens to the crowd show their disapproval for her as she blows them off and enters the ring. She waits as Mark Long continues on with the introductions.)
Mark Long: And her tag team partner for this contest...
(And with that, "Welcome to the Dog Pound" sprays onto the PCW-Tron as the sounds of sirens and barking dogs are heard. The fans instantly change their boos from jeers to cheers, making the reaction to the team of Chrissy and Maddog somewhat neutralized. Maddog steps from behind the entrance curtain and walks out onto the entrance ramp before getting down on all fours. He raises his left leg, as if he was simulating a dog urinating, and when he brings his leg back down, fireworks spray out all behind him, leaving a deafening ringing to the ears of everyone in attendance.)
Mark Long: ...from Chicago, Illinois...standing 6 feet, 2 inches tall and weighing in at 275 lbs....Maddog!
(Maddog raises to his feet and begins to walk down the aisle, almost in a hunched over march. As he's making it down the entrance ramp, he slaps hands with a few fans until he makes it to the ring, where he climbs up the ring steps and steps through the middle and top ropes to enter the ring. He raises his head and starts barking at the sky before turning to his partner Chrissy to map out strategy. Just then, as Maddog's entrance theme fades into oblivion and with Mark Long prepared to introduce the challengers' opponents, the PCW-Tron sparks on, and on it, it shows The Byrd standing in the backstage area, with a replica of the championship he has been carrying around lately, which happens to be the championship he will have to defend here tonight, in his hand. Along with that belt, he also has the defunct BWF World and CCW Liberty Championships around him; the BWF being around his waist and the CCW being held over his shoulder. He stares down at the replica of the Tag Team Championship before shaking his head side-to-side before speaking.)
The Byrd: This is what it's all about. I have to go into a match and defend a championship that isn't even mine. I am a former CCW Liberty Champion for Christ's sake! But that's OK. They can take this title and shove it for all I care!
(The Byrd spits on the replica of the Tag Team Belt and then drops it in a near-by trash can, as he begins to walk to the ring.)
Jerry Andrews: Oh my God, Mike! The Byrd, who had been given this chance to showcase his talents has just disrespected the prestige and lineage of the PCW Tag Team Championship! This is suppose to be Pure CLASS Wrestling. This is just not right!
Mike Hunt: I may not agree with it, but he definitely made an impact and let his feelings known from the very start, Jerry. Now, we can only hope his wrestling ability can match his disdain for the PCW Tag Team Titles.
(The PCW-Tron clicks off and a few seconds later, the entire arena goes dark as, "Crack Addict" by Limp Bizkit begins to blare throughout the P.C. Arena. Red and blue lights begin to flicker aswell and then The Byrd steps out onto the stage, still with his BWF World Championship around his waist and the CCW Liberty Championship over his shoulder. He grabs the CCW Liberty Championship and raises it high in the air, as pyrotechnics begin to shoot all around the entrance stage. At this time last week, the crowd had a mix of boos and cheers, but this week, after witnessing how The Byrd had shown disrespect towards the PCW Tag Team Championships, the crowd is mainly made up of boos. It doesn't seem to phase The Byrd though, and he begins to make his descent down the entrance ramp.)
Mark Long: Now coming down the aisle...from Washington, D.C....standing at 6 feet tall and weighing in at 240 lbs....The Byrd!
(The Byrd stops halfway down the entrance ramp, where he does a quick pose, causing a massive firework display to shoot off throughout the arena. He begins to walk again, and when he makes it to the ring, walks up the ring steps. As he's on the apron, he climbs the outside of the turnbuckle and raises the CCW Liberty Championship again before climbing down and into the ring from the outside. He walks towards where Chrissy and Maddog are, and though we can't see what is being said, he is clearly saying something to them. The arena suddenly turns dark and "Crack Addict" by Limp Bizkit is abruptly shut off. "Nobody's Real" by Powerman 5000 then hits, and the thousands in attendance are brought to their feet. With white strobe lights shining on the crowd and on the stage, it stops soley on the stage as the defending PCW Tag Team Champion Mark Lightning steps from behind the entrance curtain. The fans continue to go apes about Mark Lightning as Mark signals out that he acknowledges them by waving his arms towards his chest.)
Mark Long: And now making his arrival...he is one half of the PCW Tag Team Champions...from Manhattan, New York...standing 6 feet tall and weighing in at 235 lbs....Mark Lightning!
(Mark then spreads eagle and throws his arms up, his PCW Tag Team Championship clearly showing around his waist. At this point, twin lightning bolts strike down on each side of the stage, equidistant from Lightning, causing a booming noise and smoke to fill up from the explosion.)
Mike Hunt: I always hated pryo. It is so LOUD!
(Mark holds for a few seconds, then goes down the ramp, high-fiving the fans. He then walks up the steps, and then lunges himself over the top rope and lands and bounces on the mat a few times. He goes to all four turnbuckles and climbs them, raising his arms, and the Tag Team Championship which he removed from his waist to his hand, to pose for the crowd, who react in cheers. He then goes into a corner, psyching himself up.)
Jerry Andrews: Mark Lightning seems to be in a better mood than his forced Tag Team partner of tonight.
(Mark, after getting himself ready in the corner, walks over towards The Byrd and talks something over with him. The Byrd, shrugging his shoulders and turning up his face clearly seems uninterested, and walks away, taking his place on the apron. He grabs his tag rope, and awaits the match to begin. Chrissy then goes to her side of the ring and onto the apron herself, as she too grabs the tag rope. Eddie Lane, who is the official for this match, looks to see if both teams are ready, and then signals for the bell, marking the start of the match. Once the bell is heard, the match kicks off with Mark Lightning and Maddog squaring off in a collar-elbow tie-up.)
Jerry Andrews: This should be a fine match-up here tonight. All four of these men are very wiley competitors.
Mike Hunt: Haha. Did you just call Chrissy a man?
Jerry Andrews: Uh...no. That's, uh...not what I meant to say.
Mike Hunt: Yeah, I'd bet Chrissy would love to hear that you called her a man so she could slap the taste out of your mouth, Andrews.
(Maddog, being the stronger of the two, uses his strength to send Mark landing flat on his backside. Mark stares up from this position, before nodding his head and getting back onto his feet. They lock back up, but it's met with similar circumstances- Mark Lightning on his butt.)
Mike Hunt: Looks like Mark is trying to get a front-row seat to his own butt-kicking!
(Mark, a little more frustrated now, slaps the mat as he gets back up to his feet yet again. He and Maddog are prepared to lock up, but as Maddog leans in forward, Mark sidesteps, causing Maddog to stumble a bit. In this state, Mark is able to get behind Maddog and deliver a beautiful dropkick to the back of his head. Maddog lands face first onto the mat, hitting with a hard thud.)
Jerry Andrews: Mark Lightning using a bit of his ring smarts there.
Mike Hunt: I don't believe you used the words, "Mark," and, "Lightning," in the same sentence. It's baffling.
(Mark immediately follows up this opportunity by dropping an elbow to the high-back, low-neck area of Maddog; he does this three more times before getting up. He walks in the area of his tag team partner The Byrd, but Byrd is not even paying attention, looking around the arena. Mark slaps Byrd on the shoulder, tagging him in, before yelling to him, "Pay attention!")
Jerry Andrews: If it wasn't apparent after what we saw of The Byrd before his entrance, it should be now: The Byrd has no desire to be in this match and is only here because he has to.
(The Byrd gets into the match after the tag and walks over where Maddog is laying. Byrd reaches down to pick him up when Maddog catches him in an inside cradle. Eddie Lane goes down to make the count, but Byrd kicks out after only a one count.)
Jerry Andrews: Byrd has to be careful there. Maddog almost surprised him and everyone else by picking up the quick victory.
(Byrd gets up and shakes his head, and with a bit of anger, tries to drop an elbow to Maddog, similar to one Mark had did prior to tagging in Byrd. But as he drops down with the elbow, Maddog rolls out of the way, causing The Byrd to land a hard elbow drop to the canvas.)
Jerry Andrews: That wasn't pretty!
(Byrd gets back up to his feet rather quickly, holding his elbow, but he is met by a clothesline from a now-standing Maddog. Again he pops up to his feet to again be knocked down with a clothesline from Maddog. Surprisingly, Byrd gets up again and, just like the previous two times, he is knocked down with a clothesline.)
Mike Hunt: Come on Byrdie! You're smarter than that!
(Byrd, angered now, just shakes his head as he makes it to his feet yet again, and walks to the turnbuckle and tags an eager-to-compete Mark Lightning. Mark gets in with Maddog, but, Maddog smiles and points to Chrissy Johnson, which, surprisingly enough, causes the fans to cheer. Chrissy shoots a dirty look into the crowd, immediately bringing the cheers back to what she's accustomed to- jeers. But, she does extend her hand and accepts the tag from Maddog.)
Jerry Andrews: Chrissy Johnson is about to make her first appearance in this match.
Mike Hunt: Brilliant observation, Einstein. Were you trained in the fine art of observing by some kind of technological genius?
Jerry Andrews: Well...not really.
Mike Hunt: Yeah, didn't think so. And, just so you know, you made yourself look like an ass answering that question.
Jerry Andrews: But you made yourself look like a bigger one asking that question.
Mike Hunt: Yeah. I have all the girls in the hood telling me I got back.
Jerry Andrews: ...
(Chrissy enters the ring and her and mark circle around one another for a second. Mark extends his hand in a sort of offering of sportsmanship, but, she just slaps the living taste out of his mouth. The fans let out a loud boo after that.)
Jerry Andrews: Yeah. Chrissy just showed why she shouldn't be allowed in Pure Class Wrestling. She's nothing but trash.
Mike Hunt: I'm going to make sure I let her know you said that too, Jerry!
(An instant look of anger suddenly appears on his face, and, going on pure instinct, reaches out and nails her with a belly-to-belly suplex. She gets up only to be hit with a standing drop kick.)
Jerry Andrews: These two know eachother pretty well. Chrissy has gained more than a few wins against Mark. I believe that was one of the reasons Chrissy and Maddog were given this opportunity.
(Chrissy lies on the mat, holding her face, and suddenly, Mark's look of anger turns to concern, as he bends down to check on Chrissy. Maddog tries to run in the ring, but Eddie Lane immediately focuses his attention towards him; this gives Chrissy an opportunity to deliver a low-blow on Lightning, causing him to hunch over in supreme pain.)
Jerry Andrews: Oh look at that! Chrissy with a low blow.
Mike Hunt: Haha. The great equalizer. See...that's why niceness should not be apart of a wrestling match.
(Chrissy immediately gets to her feet and grabs the hunched over Mark Lightning. She whips him into the turnbuckle and tags in Maddog. As Mark stumbles out of the corner, Maddog runs and nails him with the Final Bite. Chrissy, still in the ring, climbs the turnbuckle and jumps off with a Chrissy-Curana onto The Byrd, who was paying no attention to the match and looking out into the crowd, from the apron to the outside. Maddog then quickly makes the pin on Mark, and Eddie Lane counts the 1...2...3. The bell sounds and Mark Long announces the winners of the match.)
Mark Long: And the winners of the match...by pinfall...and NEW...PCW Tag Team Champions...Maddog and Chrissy Johnson!
Jerry Andrews: And we have new Tag Team Champions!
Mike Hunt: Did you see that Chrissy-Curana? That was sweet.
(Chrissy is back onto her feet and grabs the Tag Team Championships from ringside. She rolls back into the ring and looks at them both, before throwing one at the feet of Maddog. The fans boo as she raises her title high in the air and exits the ring. Maddog, shrugs it off, and picks up his title and climbs the turnbuckle with it; letting it rest on his shoulder. He raises his head and barks out to the crowd, getting a huge pop from this Greenville crowd. He exits the ring, but, as he is walking up the entrance ramp to the back, The Byrd is getting back in the ring. He looks down, and shakes his head disapprovingly as he reaches down and attempts to help Mark to his feet.)
Jerry Andrews: If The Byrd had paid attention to this match, maybe, just maybe, they would have won this match. But atleast he's doing the right thing and helping his partner to his feet.
(He raises Mark, who is still a bit out of it, and gives him a slight manly-hug, as if to say, "It's alright." But, while in the hugging stance, Byrd grabs Mark and ends up doing the Byrd Dropping.)
Jerry Andrews: Oh my God! The Byrd just delivered the Byrd Dropping on his tag team partner!
Mike Hunt: And it's a beautiful sight. And besides, Mark Lightning deserved it for getting pinned. And anyway, The Byrd isn't Mark's tag partner. He was forced to team with him tonight.
Jerry Andrews: But still. That was just plain wrong.
(Byrd kicks at the head of Mark Lightning before snorting back and releasing a huge wad of flem onto Mark. The crowd lets out huge amounts of boos as Byrd exits the ring. As he's walking up the entrance ramp, the feed changes back to the broadcast booth.)
Jerry Andrews: That was just pathetic. Byrd is just as classless as Chrissy Johnson.
Mike Hunt: But atleast Byrd went out there and did what he had to do. He made it known he didn't want to be in this match and definitely made it known he doesn't care about Mark Lightning or the PCW Tag Championship he was forced to defend. If I was "The Captain" or within Management, I'd let that be noted.
Jerry Andrews: I am sure it has been. And not in a good way.
Mike Hunt: But you can't argue with the fact that The Byrd just helped kick this PPV with a bang.
Jerry Andrews: And that bang will do nothing more but get bigger, since, Pegasus will be facing Grimm...next.
(The PCW-Tron cuts on and shows a brief advertising commercial for a special Trauma; The Icey Awards Edition. Once the advertisement finishes, the feed cuts back to Mark Long in the ring, preparing the introductions.)