Post by Ace Anderson on Dec 5, 2006 16:11:46 GMT -5
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Live from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina
Match One: Genesis Championship Number One Contenders Match
Genesis Rules Singles Match
Joshua Megtorlas vs. Jason Willard
Referee: Tim Jones
Match Details: The match begins after both men have made their way to the ring and have taken up their positions in their opposite corners. The referee calls for the bell and the match officially begins. Willard, having been attacked last week and feeling outraged, rushes forward with pace but his attempted clothesline is met with a swift duck from the much smaller man. As Willard tries to turn and pursue Megtorlas he receives a stiff kick to the back of his knee that shakes him, then another that puts him onto his knees. Joshua follows up suddenly and brutally with a shin kick to the back of Willard’s head that sends his down to the mat. Megtorlas pulls him back to his knees and locks in a rear chin lock, pulling of the head of his opponent and trying to force a submission. This is in vain however when Willard, the more powerful man, pushes himself up to his feet and delivers a strong elbow show to the gut of his opponent. Sprawling from the shot, Megtorlas doesn’t see a running knee lift from Willard and is sent to the mat in a heap. Willard follows up with a set of elbow drops laid straight across the chest of Joshua and makes a pin. 1….kick out immediately from Megtorlas.
Willard grabs the head of Megtorlas and pulls him up to his feet before slamming his back into the turnbuckle with power. Willard scales the ropes and proceeds to hit seven punches to the skull of Megtorlas before his opponent can manage a black, grabbing his hand and jamming his thumb into the eye of Willard who falls off the ropes and to the mat. Getting back to his feet, Megtorlas shows off more martial arts skill by launching a collection of chest chops at Willard that send him to the ropes. Megtorlas takes the initiative and whips him across the ring and attempting a strong hip toss but Willard is too strong and holds onto the arm of his opponent, stops, then nails a crushing Short arm Clothesline, sending Joshua to the mat in agony. Willard nails some stomps before hauling the smaller man up and landing a swinging neckbreaker that sends him to the mat again. Willard scouts his opponent on the mat for a moment before launching himself into the air and hits a Standing Shooting Star Splash, pinning Megtorlas. 1…..2…….Kick out, just.
Clearly shaken, Megtorlas is pulled back to his feet, not left to rest at all. Willard holds the smaller man in a suplex position, lifts him into the air and appears to be going for the Brainbuster DDT but Megtorlas flips out of it and lands behind Willard. Quickly, he pulls the legs of Willard from underneath him in a double leg takedown and wastes no time in landing a Ninja Diving Headbutt. He capitalises suddenly by pulling Willard to his knees and shooting a series of vicious kicks to the sternum of his victim that both drive the air out of him and send jolts of pain through his body. He falls painfully and exhausted to the mat as Joshua looks at him in pity but also anger before stomping clearly on his head. He walks off momentarily, watching as Willard attempts to get to his feet but cuts him off by nailing a rocking Shining Wizard and pinning. 1……2…..Willard just rolls an elbow to escape.
Sensing the momentum on his side, Megtorlas stands and hauls the heavier man up to his feet and, seeing him dazed and confused, rushes the ropes before nailing a flying cross chop that sends him to the mat once again. Then, in a move that seems out of character, Megtorlas begins to climb the turnbuckle as he looks to go high risk. Willard, however, is recovering all the time and gets to his feet as Megtorlas is still grapping with this new aspect of wrestling he has found. Finding himself perched on the top turnbuckle, Megtorlas loses all faith and hovers for a while as Willard sees an opportunity and springs of the middle side rope just next to the turnbuckle and nails a brutal frankensteiner that crushes Megtorlas’ back. Revitalised, Willard climbs the turnbuckle again and looks down, seeing his opponent apparently out cold. Willard then leaps off the top with an attempted Guillotine Legdrop but his opponent moves, leaving Willard to slam into the mat ass first. Seeing an opportunity, Megtorlas gets to his feet and waits for Willard to get to his feet before hitting him with a standing Savat kick that damn nearly knocks him out and puts him on the mat. Joshua quickly locks in the Lights Out version of the Dragon Sleeper and pulls back on Willard’s head and neck viciously. The referee asks for a submission but, rather than give up to this man, Willard holds on and appears to fall unconscious to the hold. Seeing this, the referee grabs his arm , holds it in the air and drops it, watching it fall lifelessly to the mat. He repeats this once, then again and finally calls for the bell as Megtorlas releases the hold. Joshua Megtorlas wins via KO.
Winner
Match Two: North American Championship Battle Royal
Silence [w/ The Voice] vs. 'The One Man Losing Streak' Pegs vs. 2Guys vs. Justin 'Stormm' Michaels vs. Jade vs. Nina Arcania
Referee: Steve Shaw, Tyrone Little
Match Details: Pegasus was first to be eliminated, after Silence big booted him over the top rope. Next was Nina Arcania, who got eliminated by, surprisingly, 2Guys. As they were celebrating, Silence attempted to big boot both of them out of the ring, but Stormm pushed them both out of the way, causing Silence to get his foot hung up on the top rope. It took Stormm and 2Guys to eliminate Silence, and then, 2Guys eliminated Stormm in a surprising move! That left Jade and 2Guys. Jade struggled as it was a 2-on-1 situation, but she managed to come out with the victory after she strung together a string of offense, ending with a spinning heel kick that sent Jackle right over the top, eliminating both he and Menace. Jade was crowned the new PCW North American Champion.
Winner
Match Three: Street Fight
James Keenan vs Kaden Keene
Referee: Eddie Lane
Match Details: Just as expected, Kaden and James fought all across the arena. They fought in the crowd, they fought on the stage, they fought backstage. They even fought in the women’s locker room. They busted in just as Nina Arcania was coming out of the shower, clad in a towel, and she quickly retreated back in. Kaden bashed James’s head off of the wall, and then led him back out. They continued to battle each other, both bloodied almost beyond recognition. They made it to the parking lot, where Kaden managed to hit Keenan with a Limelight right onto the hood of a car. Keenan probably peed a little after his head left a hefty dent in the hood. That was it for the Rock of Hollywood Rock, so to speak. Kaden Keene finished off the feud on a bloody note, proving once and for all he was the one who carried Icon like a globe on his back.
Winner
Match Four: World Championship Match
Singles Match
Grimm (c) vs. Non Compos Mentis
Referee: Richard Stevens
Match Details: Non Compos Mentis was the first to come out. He entered to a mixed reaction, the crowd not really sure what to make of the former North American Champion. The way it worked with Non Compos Mentis, was you either loved him or you hated him. There was no in between for the hobo turned pro wrestler. Grimm, however, came out to a near standing ovation. The crowd going nuts, half in appreciation for all of his hard work and half in anticipation for the beating of heads that would soon take place before their eyes. Grimm was out to break bones and spirits and send Non Compos Mentis home packing, just as any other night. Yet the fire was burning brighter than ever, that twinkle in his eye slightly brighter than usual. For the World Championship was on the line, and it was something he didn’t intend on losing any time soon.
The two locked up in the center of the ring, very hard and very determined. The grunts and groans and shuffling of feet and jockeying for position showed just how much each man wanted to destroy the other. Non Compos Mentis managed to break the tie-up and lock Grimm in a side headlock. Grimm delivered a few unorthodox punches to the gut of his challenger, causing his grip to loosen just enough so that the Abomination of Desolation could slip his head out. A quick leg sweep by Grimm brought Non Compos Mentis down prone, and Grimm hopped on his back. Clubs to the back of the head of Non Compos Mentis were sure to rattle his college educated brain, and soon the referee got in there, convincing Phinehas to back off. He saluted the crowd, and they responded with a deafening roar worthy of the greatest of warriors.
Non Compos Mentis made his way to his feet, shaking his head slowly. Grimm advanced. The hunter stalked his prey. As Grimm took a swing at Non Compos Mentis, the Usher of Destruction threw up an arm to block the shot, coming back with one of his own, yet it was far from the hardest he could muster. Grimm took the blow right on the jaw, but flung back with a blow of his own. Grimm’s fist met Non Compos Mentis’s face, and Non Compos Mentis played copycat and swung back at Grimm. The two began to slug it out, shot for shot, but Non Compos Mentis started to gain an advantage, his shots somehow becoming harder with each one. One would probably serve it up to adrenaline, and if adrenaline was a fist Non Compos Mentis would be looking to give it mad props, knucks style.
Non Compos Mentis’s bar-room brawler punches were backing Grimm into the ropes, Grimm desperately thinking of what to do. So, he did the only thing he knew how to do. Grimm attacked. He lunged backwards, his back touching to the taut ropes, and then shot himself forward. He stuck out his arm, and prayed for it to connect. It did, bringing Non Compos Mentis down with a clothesline as Grimm rolled through, ending up on the other side of the ring. Both men scrambled to their feet, and a stand off ensued.
The crowd ate that shit up. They would have probably went wild and had an orgy, but they were too busy waiting to see what would happen next. Grimm and Non Compos Mentis walked to the center of the ring, both breathing heavily. Non Compos Mentis put his right hand in the air, and started wiggling his fingers. Not spirit fingers, oh no, he wanted a test of strength. Grimm obliged, webbing his fingers of his left hand with the wiggling worm fingers of the former dirtiest man in pro wrestling. Their other hands met quickly, and they were pressed chest to chest even quicker. Both men found themselves grunting and spitting, practically giving themselves an aneurysm each for their efforts. Non Compos Mentis began to gain an advantage in the test of strength, bringing Grimm down to one knee. Yet just when it looked like Grimm was finished, he made an upward push, bringing them back level. A quick kick to the gut by Grimm broke the grip the two shared, and Grimm lowered a shoulder, charged forward, and scooped Non Compos Mentis up. A few steps forward while carrying Non Compos Mentis, and then Grimm drove him down with a spinebuster! Grimm covered. One..kick out by Non Compos Mentis. Non Compos Mentis got to his feet, arms pumping, momentum surging. Grimm rushed him, swinging for a clothesline. Non Compos Mentis ducked, grabbed Grimm’s arms, and dropped him with a straightjacket drop. Cover by Non Compos Mentis. One...kick out by Grimm! Cover again. Kick out by Grimm before one!
The two were matching each other, offense for offense, punch for punch, and apparently, kick out for kick out. The two stood, Non Compos Mentis ran at Grimm, and attempted his near-patented (he just had to go pick up the papers) running knee, but Grimm had him well scouted. A kick side step, and Non Compos Mentis was EXTREMELY off balanced. Grimm scooted to the top rope, and as Non Compos Mentis turned to face him, Grimm dove off with a flying lariat! He goes for the pin on Non Compos Mentis. One..two..kick out by Mentis. Grimm continues his offensive, however, picking Non Compos Mentis up by his scruffy hair. A quick European uppercut slightly dazes Mentis, and then Grimm dropkicks Mentis to the mat. Grimm gets right on top of Mentis, and starts blatantly choking him. The referee gets in and makes the mandatory five count, with Grimm letting go at four and a half. Grimm backs away from Mentis, saluting the crowd once again, and then Grimm calls that ‘it’s over.’ He picks up Mentis, and walks to the center of the ring, dragging Mentis along by the scruff of his neck like a bitch would her pup. Grimm places the head of Mentis between his arm in a guillotine choke, and jumps up, swinging his legs around and hitting a massive tornado DDT. Harvest. Pin by Grimm. KICK OUT BY MENTIS?!?!
That’s right, it happened. Non Compos Mentis kicked out of the Harvest after two pounds of the mat. Grimm can hardly believe it, but it only makes him more upset. He picks up Non Compos Mentis by his hair, Non Compos Mentis barely breathing. Or at least, it seems that way as far as the eye can tell. Grimm sets up Non Compos Mentis for his Lament Configuration, looking to finish off the Usher of Destruction, but Non Compos Mentis reverses. He irish whips Grimm into the ropes, and as Grimm comes back, DUMDUMDROP! Could there be a new PCW World Champion?? Mentis lays down across Grimm, hooking his leg for added leverage.
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----NO! Grimm kicks out of the DumDumDrop, and the crowd explodes! Fourth of July in December in Greenville, South Carolina. Non Compos Mentis can hardly believe it, as he stands up and begins to complain to referee Richard Stevens. Richard Stevens continuously tells Mr. College Education that it wasn’t three, but he can’t seem to comprehend. This gives Grimm a few precious seconds to recover.
Non Compos Mentis turns back to Grimm, who is holding himself up on the ropes so he doesn’t have to do it himself. Non Compos Mentis whips him across the ring and into the corner, and then charges. Non Compos Mentis goes to spear Grimm in the corner, like a rhinoceros or something of the sort, but Grimm spins out of the way, causing Non Compos Mentis to go crashing head first into the ring post!
In a most incredible athletic display, Grimm manages to catch a second wind, and hurdle off of the back of Non Compos Mentis right onto the top turnbuckle. As Non Compos Mentis backs out of the corner, totally dazed, he turns to face Grimm, perched atop the turnbuckle in Spiderman form. Grimm jumps off, turning around in the air, and hooks his arm around Non Compos Mentis’s head. Grimm drives Non Compos Mentis’s skull into the mat with possibly the biggest Harvest, ever. Period. The seat of Non Compos Mentis’s pants could have quite possibly filled with something nasty, but it is irrelevant, as Grimm makes the pin. The World Champion hooks the leg.
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REE!! Grimm STAYS World Champion, and the crowd loses their minds, starting a riot that ends with four dead (just kidding! Disregard the last sentence, except the part about Grimm still being World Champion.) Grimm rolls off of Non Compos Mentis, as Richard Stevens gets his World Championship and drapes it across his chest. Grimm’s hands leave his sides and find gold. Sweet, sweet gold.
Winner
*CLICK*