Post by A Ghost in the Wind on Mar 16, 2011 9:54:36 GMT -5
PCW Living A Legacy III
Sunday, March 12, 2011
Live on Pay-Per-View from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina
(There are still a few fans filing into the sold-out Pure Class Arena as Mark Long is standing inside the center of the PCW ring. Mark is commemorating the night by wearing a black tuxedo with a white under shirt, and a green bow-tie. There's a definite presence of excitement going on for this special PCW event. It's been a long time since PCW hosted a Pay-Per-View event, and it's surely not one anyone would want to miss. For the fans who have made it already into the arena, they'll be given a special treat- a bonus match not being broadcast to the fans who ordered in the PPV at home.)
Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen...in just over fifteen minutes, PCW Living A Legacy III will begin.
(A large amount of cheers can be heard coming from the crowd. Mark Long takes a deep breath and continues.)
Mark Long: Before we start the show, I must announce that videotaping and recording the event is strictly prohibited. Laser lights are also 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 a 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.
(Taking another breath, Mark continues.)
Mark Long: Living A Legacy III will be beginning shortly, but just for you fans in attendance, we have a special bonus match. Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith will be squaring off against PCW newcomer Mel Lombardi!
Dark Match: Singles Match
Mel Lombardi vs. Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith
Referee: Nolan Burke
Match Details: Word in the rumor mill had been that Tyrone Smith was not happy being placed as the bonus match instead of featured on the main Pay-Per-View card. If PCW newcomer Mel Lombardi, a former janitor, had to worry about Tyrone's “crazy side” before, he must have to worry twice as much if that crazy side is mad.
Mel made his entrance first, coming out to, “You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell. Mel looked very determined as he made his way to the ring with a polite amount of noise; no one in the audience knew much about Mel, but as being the first competitor to the ring all night, the crowd reacted favorably. When Mel made his entrance, his music faded out and, “10,000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure” blared throughout the PA System. Tyrone received a decent amount of cheers, but far more jeers. He even was hit as he was walking out to the ring by a cup of beer. Tyrone took the jeers and insults in stride, as he made his way into the ring. Once both competitors were in the ring, and checked over by referee Nolan Burke, the bell was sounded and the match began.
Tyrone immediately tried to get the jump on Mel, but Lombardi, side-stepped an ambush, and caught Tyrone with a swift right fist to the face. Tyrone fell from the shot, and Mel didn't give Smith a chance to get up, jumping on-top of him with a few more closed fists. Referee Nolan Burke warned Lombardi, and then began to count the mandatory five-count in situations like this. At four, Lombardi lacked relent and got to a standing position. The blows caused Crazy Boy's lip to bleed, and this seemed to make him happy.
Crazy Boy rubbed the blood from his mouth on his hand and then wiped it on his face. Nolan looked as if he was going to vomit from the disgusting act, but Mel, being a former janitor, had seen worse shit...literally. A smile appeared on the bloodied face of Crazy Boy, and CB asked Mel to hit him. Mel did so, but Crazy Boy thanked him and asked for another. Mel tried again, but CB ducked, and came up with an uppercut of his own.
The blow rocked Mel but did not take him off his feet. The two then exchanged blows. Nolan tried to break up the action, but he was pushed down by both men. Nolan had no choice but to signal for the bell and disqualify both men at the 9 minute and 8 second mark. Burke was smart enough to roll out of the ring before he made that call though.
Winner(s): Draw via Double Disqualification
(Hearing the bell, both men just...stopped. The fans were not happy with the outcome, but and they let it be known by booing. The booing was quickly hushed when, after Mark Long announced the outcome, he spoke some words that would cause excitement...)
Mark Long: If that match left you unsatisfied, you're in luck...PCW Living A Legacy is starting...NOW!
(The lights in the arena dim and the PCW-Tron springs to life. The soft beginning of, “Cold As Ice” by Firewind starts to play as, one by one, black and white clips of the final four competitors in The Icemann Invitational Tournament are shown. Around twenty seconds into the song, a shot of Grimm being struck by a car with Jeremy Bagwell at the wheel is seen. From there, random clips of mayhem play: Lantlas shattering a light tube over LoKi's leg; Jason Scene hitting Ace Anderson over the back with a chair; Desy Extreme blinding Usali Basilisk with a bottle of water.
When the clips come to an end, the PCW-Tron shuts off. “Cold As Ice” continues to play while the camera pans around the arena to and showcases a few fan signs: “Ace Wears Lace;” “Murdoc's A Monster;” “I'M METAL MONKEY;” “I Have The Four Other Columns;” “Where's Jackle?” Following the panning of the arena, the camera focuses on Jerry Andrews and Al Laiman at ringside.)
Jerry Andrews: What an amazing night of action we have for you tonight. All the PCW Championships are up for grabs, and more than a few scores are sure to be settled.
Al Laiman: One match I'm really looking forward to is the Pain of Glass Match between LoKi, Pegasus, and Lantlas. I have a long history with The Elven Warrior and I have never seen him in this state of mind.
Jerry Andrews: And let's not forget that the PCW World Championship will be decided with the conclusion of The Icemann Invitational Tournament tonight.
Al Laiman: This will mark the first time since December 2005 that the PCW World Championship will not be held by Grimm, Lantlas, or Ace Anderson.
Jerry Andrews: For either Mike Park, Murdoc, Nacho Grande, or Heavy Metal...one of those men will be Living A Legacy,
Al Laiman: And three of those men will have had their dreams crush. Unlike Grimm's body, which can't even be crushed by cars.
Jerry Andrews: Grimm's not one to target, and The Fifth Column has been targeting him since they've arrived in the PCW. One has to wonder what they have up their sleeve.
Al Laiman: Or who Grimm...or Skylar Marshall...may have up their sleeves with their mystery partner.
Jerry Andrews: The answer to those questions will be determined later tonight. Up now, however, is a Fatal Four-Way for the right to be number-one contender to the PCW North American Championship.
Al Laiman: I just hope Blade doesn't try to break anybody's...stuff.
(The camera feed switches from a ringside view of the commentators' booth to inside the ring with Mark Long.)
Match One: North American Championship Number-One Contender's Fatal-Four Way Match
Blade Lionheart vs. Areas vs. Desy Extreme vs. “The Grand High” Exalted One Usali Basilisk
Referee: AJ Bennett
Blade Lionheart vs. Areas vs. Desy Extreme vs. “The Grand High” Exalted One Usali Basilisk
Referee: AJ Bennett
Mark Long: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and has a fifteen-minute time-limit. The winner of this bout will be considered the number-one contender to the PCW North American Championship!
(Speaking of Blade Lionheart, "Seek and Destroy" by Metallica begins to blast across the PA system. Blade comes walking out from the entrance way with his signature blood-stained silver bat over his right shoulder.)
Mark Long: Entering first...standing at a staggering 6 feet, 9 inches and weighing in at 253 lbs...from Chicago, Illinois...Blade Lionheart!
(He points at his Blade’s Redecorating Service t-shirt and points out the phone number, just in case anyone wants their locker rooms or houses redecorated. Blade runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, climbing the turnbuckle and holding up his hands in assumed victory. Blade uses his blood stained silver bat to point to a random fan holding a sign for Blade’s Redecorating Service.)
Jerry Andrews: Blade Lionheart is a giant of a man and he's here to wreck shop!
("Don’t Fear The Reaper" by The Blue Oyster Cult plays throughout the arena and the lights go out. A single spotlight shines at the entryway and out steps “The Grand High Exalted One” Usali Basilisk holding “The Book of the Ascension.” He slowly stalks his way down towards the ring as Jacob in the “Kool-Aid Man” suit stumbles after.)
Mark Long: Now entering...standing 6 feet, 3 inches and weighing in at 234 lbs...coming from Suburbia, USA and being accompanied by Jacob The Kool-Aid Man...“The Grand High Exalted One”...Usali Basilisk!
(Once at the ring, Usali jumps up onto the apron and flips over the top rope. He steps right to the middle of the ring as two more spotlights begin to shine on him. Usali slowly raises his book to the sky as the lighting resumes.)
Jerry Andrews: This guy is a quack...
Al Laiman: He may be a quack, but he's a dangerous quack.
Mark Long: Coming out next...weighing in at 210 lbs and standing at 6 feet, 2 inches...from Washington, DC...Dexy Extreme!
("Paper Airplanes Makeshift Wings" by AFI plays over the speakers and the crowd gives a lukewarm response. Desy Extreme emerges from the back and walks calmly to the ring while smiling at all of his "adoring" fans. He reaches out to high-five people, but only to be ignored by most of the fans at ringside. Once he reaches the ring he stands and begins playing to the crowd as if he were the most charismatic performer in the business.)
Jerry Andrews: And speaking of quacks...
Al Laiman: Actually, Desy Extreme had a very impressive showing at Trauma two weeks ago when he defeated Usali Basilisk in the middle of that ring.
("The Outsider" by A Perfect Circle plays as purple smoke begins to go off on the entrance stage. The fans begin to cheer as Areas, wearing a hooded jacket, walks down the aisle down to the ring.)
Mark Long: Finally, making his way down the aisle...standing 6 feet, 3 inches...weighing in at 215 lbs....Areas!
(Before entering the ring, Areas puts his hands on his hips and looks out into the crowd. He then puts his hand in the formation of a gun and pretends to load it and shoot it at his three opponents.)
Jerry Andrews: Areas...getting in a little target practice before all hell breaks loose.
(And all hell DOES break loose! Upon the sounding of the bell, a four-man cluster-fork ensues with AJ Bennett doing everything in his power not to get trampled. Blade is using his size to overpower Areas while Desy Extreme and Usali continue where they left off from Trauma. The fans are into it right from the start and the action is fast-paced.)
Al Laiman: Each of these men is fighting tooth and nail for a shot at the North American title!
(In an explosive burst, Usali elevates Desy and dumps him over the top rope. Desy lands awkwardly at the ringside area and is clearly favoring his right shoulder. While Lionheart continues to work over Areas in the opposite corner, Basilisk jumps him from behind. After rocking the ogre with a trio or punches, the masked man hits the ropes. Without hesitation, Blade charges and nearly spears Basilisk out of his boots! Folded over like a towel, Usali retreats to the ring apron to catch his breath. Seizing the opportunity, Areas jumps onto Blade's back and locks in a sleeper-hold! The crowd goes wild as Blade flails his arms madly!)
Jerry Andrews: Areas is gonna put the Blade-Man to sleep!
(Blade slowly begins to fade and before long he's down on one knee. Then both knees. Then AJ is checking him to see if he's conscious. Just as Blade's arm is about to fall for the third time, a winged Desy Extreme breaks the hold with a boot to the back of the head of Areas. Desy, clearly favoring his right arm, stomps Areas across the ring. Blade uses the time to regroup and before long, he and Usali Basilisk are back on their feet. Usali levels Blade with a clothesline, but is then dropped by a dropkick from Desy. Areas is back up, and he goes for Lionheart with a high running knee that sends the Blade-Man to the outside. Areas turns around and walks right into Desy Extreme...)
Al Laiman: Desy lifts Areas into the air...wait...no. His shoulder just gave out...
(Areas lands on his feet as Desy spins around clutching his shoulder. Usali Basilisk is waiting and delivers a headbutt with his ceremonial mask; the pain is enough to cross Desy's eyes. Desy's knees go weak, allowing Areas to connect with the bridging Northern Lights suplex he calls the Blackout. AJ Bennett makes the count while Usali Basilisk watches, his arms folded in front of his chest. 1...2...3!)
Jerry Andrews: What the...? Usali Basilisk didn't even try to stop him! He basically delivered the match to Areas on a silver platter!
Mark Long: And the winner of the match...AREAS!
(Rather than celebrate his win, Areas leaves with "The Grand High Exalted One" and "The Kool-Aid Man" while the fans are left trying to figure out what in the hell just happened. Before too much can be processed, however, the cameras in the arena move to the back where PCW interviewer Kassandra Black is standing with a microphone in hand. She stares down the lens of the camera with a pout and flicks a lock of hair out of her eye before speaking.)
Kassandra Black: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to PCW Living A Legacy 3! We’ve had a great show so far and a night full of action still to come including the crowning of a new North American Champion. I’m...glad to introduce one of the challengers for that title, Non Compos Mentis.
(To the left of Kassandra, Non Compos Mentis is stood looking at her with a focused, almost maniacal glare. The crowd can be heard even through the walls of the arena booing at the sight of one of their most hated figures. While stood there he doesn’t say a word but just continues to stare at the interviewer whose expression can only be described as 'repulsed'.)
Kassandra Black: NCM, tonight you challenge for your third North American Title here in PCW against your old rival Ace Anderson and newcomer Jason Scene. Any thoughts?
(Once more Black looks toward NCM and extends the microphone in hope he’ll snap out of his trance and answer her question. Instead he remains with the devious stare and seemingly the addition of a slight smirk.)
Kassandra Black: Any thoughts…..at all?
(Visibly uncomfortable, Kassandra cringes and pulls back until finally NCM lifts his hand and takes the microphone from the attractive interviewer. All too gladly Kassandra backs out of the cameras view to leave the demented man alone.)
Non Compos Mentis: Tonight marks a return to the bad old days of Pure Class Wrestling. This is the return of PCW to Pay-Per-View but more importantly, the North American Title will return to its rightful owner.
(The chorus of jeers returns again as the fans disagree with this judgement, clearly believing the Title belongs to one of NCM’s opponents in the upcoming match, Ace Anderson and Jason Scene. NCM looks around him as if confused where these jeers are coming from but then shakes his head and pushes his ruffled hair back behind his ears.)
Non Compos Mentis: People may have forgotten over the years, but the reputation of that title was forged in the blood and sweat of my victims. I held the North American Title for months, culling opponents one by one, holding this title with a crimson fist until I gave it up to seek greater riches. But now I return to take back that Title to prove once again that I am its rightful holder and the most feared competitor in this company.
I don’t care who I have to go through; Ace Anderson, Jason Scene…give me anyone and I will leave them buried in the middle of that ring. I will take every challenger to drive them down into the depths of pain to hold what is and will always be mine…the PCW North American Title.
(Without hesitation NCM throws the microphone away and walks away as Kassandra Black backs away from his as if disgusted. The feed switches back to Mark Long inside the ring, preparing to announce the next match.)
Match Two: PCW Tag Team Championship Match
The Fifth Column vs. Grimm & A Mystery Partner
Referee: Marcos Cruz
The Fifth Column vs. Grimm & A Mystery Partner
Referee: Marcos Cruz
Mark Long: The following contest has a twenty-minute time-limit and is scheduled for one fall...and is for the PCW Tag Team Championships!
Jerry Andrews: Folks, this feud has been brewing for quite some time and it finally comes to a head...tonight!
Al Laiman: I'm still trying to figure out the relationship between Diligence and Jeremy Bagwell. Something just doesn't add up. I mean, how could anyone in their right mind intentionally target Grimm?
Jerry Andrews: Jeremy Bagwell has yet to graduate high school and already he has a death wish. I still want to know who Grimm's mystery partner is.
Al Laiman: I think Grimm wants to know who Grimm's mystery partner is...
Mark Long: Entering first...at a combined weight of 401 lbs...Jeremy Bagwell...Diligence...The Fifth Column!
("Running with the Devil" by Van Halen starts up and Jeremy Bagwell is the first man out from the back. He receives a warm reception from the fans as he prances down the aisle serving up high-fives along the way. Diligence is out next and the cheers turn to hisses. The masked mastermind calmly strolls to the ring without a care in the world.)
Jerry Andrews: Well...at least Jeremy Bagwell appears to be in good health. I'm not sure what's in those "supplements" he takes, but he was white as a ghost at Trauma.
Mark Long: And their opponents...entering first...he is The Lord of Misrule, The Abomination of Desolation...weighing in at 6 feet, 3 inches and weighing in at 217 lbs...from Hangtown, Kentucky...GRIMM!
(A lone spotlight illuminates the entryway as "Winter Shaker" by Wovenhand starts up. Recognition is immediate and the fans are on their feet. Phinehas Grimm steps out to bask in the light and shadows, head bowed, arms limp, with rogue strands of dripping hair hanging in his face. He takes it all in for a few moments before making the long walk to the ring, ignoring the fans along the way while Wovenhand continues his serenade.)
Jerry Andrews: I don't envy the Fifth Column. They've awakened fear incarnated.
Al Laiman: Awakened? Jeremy Bagwell ran him over in a Buick!
(Phinehas climbs up onto the apron and slides in between the ropes. Hopping up onto a turnbuckle, he casts his gaze out over the crowd with his arms at his side, eyes shifting to take in the sea of faces spread out before him. Phinehas drops down and waits.)
Jerry Andrews: And now it's answer time. Who is this mystery man?
(The crowd is buzzing with anticipation for what seems like an eternity. All eyes are on the entrance...but nothing.)
Al Laiman: Perhaps there is no partner.
(Suddenly, "Devil's Dance" by Metallica cuts through the silence.)
Al Laiman: You've gotta be kidding me...
Jerry Andrews: Is that who I think it is?
(Without further ado, Antoine McDouglas steps out from the back and the boos come from the heavens! "The Wolverine" walks to the ring with confidence, a small smirk wiped across his smug face.)
Mark Long: ...And his tag team partner for the evening...he is known as “The Wolverine”...Antoine McDouglas!
Jerry Andrews: What in the hell is he doing back in the PCW?
(Diligence can be seen chuckling behind his black mask. Jeremy Bagwell sees red. Grimm simply arches an eyebrow.)
Al Laiman: About a month ago, Jeremy Bagwell and Antoine McDouglas were involved in a bloody altercation at a grocery store not too far from here. I'm guessing McDouglas is back for revenge.
("The Wolverine" climbs up onto the ring apron and Marcos Cruz calls for the bell. Seeing Grimm already in the ring, Diligence gives Bagwell a nudge in the back before stepping out onto the ring apron. Bagwell looks at Grimm, then points at McDouglas. The Lord of Misrule ignores Bagwell's request and goes after the youngster. Fearing a repeat of last week, Bagwell slides out of the ring. Grimm waits with the patience of a man that has all the time in the world.)
Jerry Andrews: I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that Jeremy Bagwell is terrified of Grimm.
Al Laiman: Well, I didn't see Diligence jumping in there...
(Cruz begins the mandatory ten-count and Bagwell reluctantly climbs back in. Again, Grimm stalks the teenager. Bagwell jumps back outside the ring and the fans are starting to get impatient. Bagwell milks the ten-count before reentering the squared-circle. Grimm gives chase yet again and Bagwell heads for the ropes once more. This time, Grimm grabs a hold of Jeremy's singlet and the youngster is in big trouble.)
Jerry Andrews: Uh oh.
(Grabbing Bagwell by the headgear, the Abomination of Desolation drops the high school senior with one punch. Bagwell pulls himself back up and Grimm has no qualms with serving up a headbutt. Jeremy's knees turn to pudding. Grimm locks in a claw hold, his eyes dancing with delight. Bagwell screams out in pain and reaches for his corner, but only to find Diligence lounging against the ring post. Grimm tugs his nemesis to his own corner and hops up onto the second turnbuckle before releasing the claw. Instead, he locks in a headlock. The fans know what's coming. Grimm launch himself out of the corner with a tornado DDT, but as he's executing the Harvest, McDouglas tags himself in!)
Jerry Andrews: What in the heck is Antoine McDouglas thinking?
Al Laiman: Well, he sees a weakened Bagwell and he thinks he's going to serve him his just desserts.
(Grimm makes the cover, but the referee informs him that he's no longer the legal man. Grimm's face is a blank slate as he exits the ring, rudely brushing shoulders with his partner on the way out. McDouglas rubs his hands together excitedly, ready to have his way with a thoroughly-beaten Jeremy Bagwell. Antoine first connects with a stomp to the side of the head and the fans begin booing. He follows up with an elbow drop and the boos continue. Spreading Bagwell's legs, Antoine connects with a headbutt that connects dangerously low. Marcos cautions the Wolverine, but McDouglas ignores him. Pulling Bagwell to his feet, McDouglas hits the ropes and levels him with a running lariat. Antoine makes the cover. 1...2...McDouglas pulls Bagwell's shoulder off the mat!)
Jerry Andrews: He's just toying with the kid. Trying to punish him and humiliate him.
(McDouglas yards him off the mat, laughing all the while, as the fans continue to boo him. The Wolverine grabs Bagwell by the chin and begins jawing at him, his words inaudible. McDouglas tops it off with a disrespectful slap across the face. Bagwell responds by hocking a giant loogie in the face of McDouglas and the fans erupt. McDouglas attempts to wipe the mucus from his face as Bagwell uses his last bit of energy to hit the ropes. With a head of steam, Jeremy connects with an awkward looking forearm that knocks McDouglas into the referee! The fans continue to cheer as McDouglas, Bagwell, and Marcos all go down. Bagwell begins army crawling towards his corner as McDouglas heads for his own.)
Jerry Andrews: We have a situation here. Referee down!
Al Laiman: Not to worry, it looks like "Fast Count" Eddie Lane is on his way out to offer his assistance.
(Eddie Lane trots down to the ring as Bagwell reaches desperately for Diligence. With a visible sigh, Diligence makes the tag. McDouglas pulls himself to his corner and Grimm makes the tag...by slugging Antoine in the jaw. Antoine drops to his knees and the crowd absolutely loves it!)
Al Laiman: I guess that's one way to make the tag.
(Grimm and Diligence step into the ring simultaneously as Marcos Cruz begins to stir in the corner. Bagwell and McDouglas are both struggling to stand. Grimm is the first to move and he slowly paces to the center of the ring. Diligence cautiously looks to the left and to the right before turning his gaze to the Crimson Demon. Just as slowly, Diligence meets the most feared man in the PCW in the center of the ring, their eyes locked. The crowd has gone silent, ready for something...anything! Diligence charges with a clothesline and Grimm easily ducks! Diligence's momentum carries him right into Antoine McDouglas. Grimm returns his attention to Bagwell and goes to work on him in the opposite corner. Diligence and McDouglas are trading blows on one side of the ring while Bagwell attempts to put up a fight on the other side. Trying to shake the cobwebs free, Marcos Cruz isn't sure what to make of the situation.)
Jerry Andrews: This match has turned into an all out brawl!
(Marcos and Eddie try to restore some order, but it's no use. Bagwell rakes the eyes of Grimm and the red-headed demon is stunned. McDouglas goes for a facebuster on Diligence, but the masked man shoves him into the ropes. Bagwell charges Grimm while McDouglas rebounds towards Diligence. Grimm latches onto Bagwell and drives him into the mat with the Lament Configuration as Diligence snaps McDouglas to the mat with the Diligent DDT! The place is going crazy as Grimm covers Bagwell and hooks the leg. Diligence throws an arm over the Wolverine on the other side of the ring and both referees simultaneously make three-counts! The fans are left confused as Grimm and Diligence both stand victoriously. Lane declares Diligence the winner while Cruz argues that Grimm is the winner.)
Jerry Andrews: What in the world is going on here?
(Eddie Lane and Marcos Cruz continue their bickering in the ring, but not for long. "Back in Black" by AC/DC plays over the speakers and the fans don't even need to look to know that Skylar Marshall is on his way out. Marshall, hair pulled back in a ponytail, storms out to the ring and demands a mic.)
Skylar Marshall: It would appear that we have quite a predicament on our hands, now wouldn't it?
(The fans respond with a chorus of boos.)
Skylar Marshall: Two referees calling two different outcomes...with the Tag Team Championship on the line. Hmm. What to do?
(Skylar acts as if an idea has just popped into his head.)
Skylar Marshall: Oh. I know! Since Grimm scored one pinfall...and Diligence scored the other pinfall...I feel like the only fair solution is to crown Grimm and Diligence the NEW Tag Team Champions!
(With a giant grin on his face, Mr. Marshall tosses the mic out of the ring and heads to the back. The fans aren't very happy, and Grimm and Diligence don't look too thrilled, either.)
(Jeremy Bagwell rolls to the outside of the ring as Diligence and Grimm stand across from one another, each holding a Tag Team Championship belt. McDouglas is regrouping in the corner as Grimm and Diligence once again come face to face in the center of the ring.)
Jerry Andrews: This is insane! How can Skylar Marshall award these two guys the tag titles? They're enemies!
(Suddenly, "Paint it Black" by the Rolling Stones twangs throughout the arena and Grimm's head snaps towards the ring entrance. The PCW-Tron comes to life:)
"Something Sadistic this way comes..."
Jerry Andrews: What in the hell does that mean? Is that some kind of message?
(As Grimm's eyes remain locked on the entryway, Diligence slowly reaches up and begins unlacing his mask. After a few seconds, Diligence pulls the mask off his face...)
Jerry Andrews: That's...that's...Billy Sadistic?!
(The unmasked man tosses his hood in front of Grimm and waits, his black beard and unruly black hair bearing a striking resemblance to the Abomination of Desolation. Noticing the mask at his feet, Grimm slowly turns and comes nose to nose with the man. The PCW Faithful are shocked, and Grimm seems a bit surprised as well.)
Jerry Andrews: That's "The Phenom" Billy Sadistic! That's Phinehas Grimm's older brother!
(Billy Sadistic has a smug look on his face as he outstretches both arms, waiting for some sort of reaction. Grimm slowly raises both arms as well...and the two men embrace!)
Jerry Andrews: You've gotta be kidding me...
(The disdain from the fans is immediate as the reunited brothers and Tag Team Champions continue to hug in the center of the ring...that is until Antoine McDouglas levels them with a double-clothesline! The boos turn cheers, but the enthusiasm is short lived. It doesn't take long for Grimm and Sadistic to dismantle the Wolverine. Sadistic hops out of the ring and pulls back the ring apron. A confused Jeremy Bagwell approaches his mentor, but Sadistic faceplants him without hesitation. Oblivious to the intensifying boos, the Phenom fishes a steel chair out from under the ring.)
Al Laiman: This doesn't bode well for the Wolverine...
(Grimm has his hands wrapped around the throat of McDouglas, choking the life out of him as Sadistic slides into the ring with weapon in hand. Placing the chair around Antoine's ankle, Sadistic hops up onto the second rope...)
Jerry Andrews: He's gonna snap Antoine's ankle! We need security out here, and we need them now!
(Seeing what his brother has planned, Grimm releases his death grip and jumps in front of Sadistic with his hands raised.)
Jerry Andrews: Thankfully, even Grimm's not that sadistic...
(Sadistic looks at him quizzically. Grimm calmly removes the chair from Antoine's ankle...and places it around his neck! Stepping to the side, Grimm waves his brother on. Security sprints out from the back, but it's too late! Sadistic takes flight and comes down hard onto the steel chair! Some of the fans turn away in disgust as McDouglas begins convulsing violently!)
Jerry Andrews: Jesus Christ!
Al Laiman: ...
(Grimm and Sadistic quickly exit the ring as its flooded with security personnel. Sadistic's lips are twisted into a gnarly smile as the brothers backpedal towards the back. The camera zooms in on the pair.)
Billy Sadistic: What do you think? You wanna go give him some more?
(Grimm shrugs.)
Billy Sadistic: C'mon. Let's go give him a little more.
(And with that, the brothers dart back into the ring. Throwing security this way and that, Grimm and Sadistic put the boots to a severely injured Antoine McDouglas! Seconds later, Grimm and Sadistic are heading back up the aisle, their damage quota met. EMTs rush to ringside as the brothers disappear to the back.)
Jerry Andrews: God help us all...
(As EMTs are working on the damage in the ring, the arena lights lower a but and the PCW-Tron flickers on. On it is an image...
...the image flickers in and out, and then just suddenly turns off. With the arena lights now turned back up, the feed cuts back to Jerry Andrews and Al Laiman at ringside.)
Jerry Andrews: I'm still in shock after that vicious beating Antoine McDouglas suffered.
Al Laiman: It was a truly vicious attack that now has Antoine being rushed to Greenville Memorial Hospital. But we must press on. Next, the North American Championship will be up for grabs.
Jerry Andrews: Right you are, Al. This match features a physical specimen and a PCW legend in Ace Anderson, an explosive young newcomer by the name of Jason Scene, and the man that put the North American Championship on the map...Non Compos Mentis. Inside the ring is our broadcast colleague Mark Long, ready to announce the next match-up.
Match Three: North American Championship Triple Threat Match
Non Compos Mentis vs. Ace Anderson vs. Jason Scene
Referee: Melina Cruz
Non Compos Mentis vs. Ace Anderson vs. Jason Scene
Referee: Melina Cruz
Mark Long: The following match is scheduled for one fall, has a thirty minute time-limit, and is for the PCW North American Championship!
(As the lights fade to white, "Click, Click, Boom" by Saliva spews out of the speakers as the crowd comes to their feet. Jason Scene appears on stage, stopping and looking before walking to the ring. He spins around quickly as he raises his chin and pumps himself up to the rhythm of the music.)
Mark Long: Entering first...from North Hollywood, California...standing 6'2 and weighing in at 231 lbs....Jason Scene!
Jerry Andrews: I can assure you that Ace Anderson hasn't forgotten about Jason Scene. Last month, Scene split Ace's skull open with a steel chair...in the name of Skylar Marshall!
(As the white and gold house lights spin in the dark of the arena, Jason stands on the middle turnbuckle at the side of the ring. Peering out into the crowd before dropping to the mat and walking into the middle of the ring, he removes his leather vest and looks out to the crowd. His head slowly goes from one side to the other as the music stops. Booing is heard as Scene awaits his opponents.)
Jerry Andrews: Jason Scene is oozing confidence.
Al Laiman: He's oozing something...
(The lights in the arena dim down and a shuddering bell toll rings out through the arena. The fans rise in anticipation as AC/DC's "Hells Bells" starts up. A bleak-looking man on a desolate street appears on the PCW-Tron as the letters N-C-M begin to flash. As the guitar picks up, Non Compos Mentis walks out from the back to a surprisingly mixed reaction from the crowd.)
Mark Long: Now making his way to the ring...from Buffalo, New York...weighing in at 255 lbs., and standing 6 feet, 2 inches...Non Compos Mentis!
Jerry Andrews: Are my ears deceiving me? Are some of these people cheering for Non Compos Mentis?
Al Laiman: Who are they going to cheer for? Ace Anderson? Jason Scene?
(Non Compos Mentis is holding a trashcan in one hand and a kendo stick in the other. With a miserable look toward the fans, NCM begins to make his way to the ring, not giving his supporters any attention at all. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he lifts the trashcan and throws it into the ring over the top rope. The words of Brian Johnson begin to blast through the PA as NCM walks up the ring steps, onto the apron, and into the ring. Once there he walks up to the ropes and glares at the crowd before lifting the kendo stick above his head. Reluctantly, he hands over his kendo stick to Melina Cruz who clears away the trashcan to ringside.)
Jerry Andrews: Are you ready for Greatness in the Flesh?
Mark Long: Finally making his entrance, standing 6 feet, 6 inches and weighing in at a monstrous 295 lbs....he is a former PCW World, North American, and Tag Team Champion...Ace Anderson!
("Pain Redefined" by Disturbed hits and the boos are loud and immediate. After about fifteen seconds, Ace Anderson emerges from behind the curtain. After taking in the crowd with a look of disgust, Ace locks his eyes on his opponents. He walks to the ring with his long strides, determined to begin inflicting pain and misery. He reaches the ring, stops, looks left and then right at the crowd as if he makes to jump up to the apron as he always had in the past. He spits, turns, and walks up the stairs, climbing into the ring.)
Al Laiman: Ace Anderson is simply enormous. Nearly three hundred pounds of solid muscle.
(Unfortunately for little Melina Cruz, she's been tasked with officiating this bout. Without hesitation, she calls for the bell and starts the match. Quick as lightning, Jason Scene is across the ring and blindsides NCM with a diving forearm. The force sends Non Compos Mentis through the ropes, onto the ring apron, and to the arena floor. Ace Anderson closes in on the PCW newcomer, but Scene spots him and lands a kick to the gut. The blow barely fazes the big man. Scene opts to stick and move as he peppers the giant with jabs and displays some excellent footwork. Anderson lunges for Scene, but the former-reality star dodges and connects with an elbow to the top of the head. NCM crawls back into the ring and Scene catches him with a right hand. Jason Scene has Ace and NCM rocking with alternating right hands! With both men staggered, Scene hits the ropes. Anderson and NCM turn and look at each other with disgust plastered across each face. Scene rebounds with a double-clothesline, but NCM and Ace Anderson catch him, lift him high into the air, and plant him with a sickening flapjack!)
Jerry Andrews: Whoa! Jason Scene must have been ten feet high!
(With Scene writhing on the mat, Anderson turns and levels Non Compos Mentis with a clothesline. Anderson lays a few stomps into the head of NCM before going after Jason Scene. Scene is still smarting and Anderson knows it. "Greatness in the Flesh" hurls Scene through the air with a T-Bone suplex and follows that up with a Full Nelson slam. Rather than go for the cover, Anderson lifts the newcomer onto his shoulder and takes him to the corner. Ace hangs him upside down in the corner and Jason Scene finds himself trapped in the Tree of Woe! Anderson heads to the opposite corner.)
Jerry Andrews: This is gonna hurt...
(Anderson charges, but NCM cuts him off with a knee to the mid-section that flips the big man onto his back. Pulling Anderson off the mat, NCM dumps him to the outside. As Melina begins her ten-count, NCM strolls over to where Scene is hanging in the corner. Looking at him for a moment, NCM decides his best course of action is...a hammer first to the groin! The fans roar as Non Compos Mentis unleashes a flurry of stomps that eventually free Scene from the corner. NCM drags Scene to the middle of the ring by the hair and plants him with the Evenflow DDT. NCM makes the cover, hooking the leg. 1...2...
Al Laiman: Ace Anderson out of nowhere!
(Anderson breaks up the attempt and begins his assault on the two-time North American Champion. Anderson sends NCM to the corner, but Mentis flies right back out and catches Ace with a lariat! Anderson goes down and NCM takes over. Mentis scoop slams Anderson to the mat and locks in a camel clutch as the fans roar their approval. Melina checks with Anderson as NCM continues to wrench on the hold. Then, without warning, Mentis releases the hold and begins clutching his head. NCM staggers a couple steps before falling into the fetal position.)
Jerry Andrews: Non Compos Mentis had Ace Anderson right where he wanted him!
(Not quite sure what has happened, Ace Anderson shakes off the effects of the hold and goes after NCM. As Mentis struggles to stand, Anderson begins laying in some heavy stomps. Moments later, a groggy Jason Scene joins in. Scene and Anderson stomp away on NCM, and Mentis is...smiling?)
Jerry Andrews: I can't believe it. Non Compos Mentis is taking a merciless beating...and he's enjoying it?!
(Scene clubs Anderson across the back, and this is all the opening NCM needs to spring to his feet! Mentis latches onto Scene from behind and takes him to the mat with a Russian legsweep. Anderson closes in and walks right into a spinebuster. NCM is all over "Greatness in the Flesh" with big right hands. Scene is back up and Mentis takes him to the side of the ring. As Ace pulls himself to his feet, NCM whips Scene into him! Ace falls backwards into the ropes, his massive arms becoming entangled in the strands. Scene staggers back into the middle of the ring where a sinister-looking Non Compos Mentis boots him in the stomach. As Scene doubles over, NCM locks him into position and drives his head into the canvas with the Fractured Mind! With Anderson unable to free himself from the ropes, Mentis casually makes the cover, his eyes locked on the eyes of Anderson. 1...2...3!)
Mark Long: Your winner...by pinfall...and NEW PCW North American Champion...Non Compos Mentis!
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new North American Champion!
(The fans cheer as NCM stands with a twisted smirk on his face, but then quickly realizes that the match is over, and they can go back to loathing NCM. They then boo extensively as Ace Anderson lets out a guttural roar as he tries to free himself from the ropes.)
Al Laiman: I've experienced battle with both these men in the past. My hat go off to them both.
Jerry Andrews: ...but you're not wearing a hat.
(When Ace frees himself, it is clearly evident that he is furious at himself for not being able to pick up the win, Ace Anderson paces back and forth at ringside as the crowd shows their distaste at Non Compos Mentis’s championship victory. Having heard enough, Ace grabs a microphone and jumps into the ring.)
Ace Anderson: That’s about enough out of you, fuckers. And that includes the two of you at ringside at the commentators' booth. If Ace Anderson hears one fucking peep out of you while he is talking, he will not hesitate to end your lives. PCW fans, boo all you want, at Non Compos Mentis or at Ace Anderson. You have nothing to do with what happens in this ring. The problem here is that Ace Anderson does.
Five and a half years ago, Ace Anderson stood in this ring and was crowned North American Champion and Icemann Invitational Tournament winner. He is not blind to the changing tides. At this moment he stands before you having lost both. Somewhere along the way, what made Ace Anderson Great has been lost. Or so it seems.
A month before the first Living a Legacy, Sean Hunter, if any of you remember who he is, beat Ace Anderson to a pulp. He made him look foolish. But he did teach him his first lesson in pain. Something snapped that day, wires crossed. A transformation began.
Ace Anderson changed, and everyone saw it as he defeated Sean Hunter to move on in the tournament when everybody thought Sean Hunter was PCW’s golden jewel. Ace Anderson spit on that jewel and it tarnished, and Sean Hunter was never the same again.
And so it began. He began to speak in the third person. As a way of recognition. So everyone would know that something was different. And it was different. In a few short months Ace Anderson was North American Champion. World Champion. He was defending his title and his right to call himself Greatness in the Flesh and the best in the business. He had sacrificed everything he knew, everything he held as true, to be there.
And men will say that Ace Anderson lost it when Lantlas came along. He lost his title, he lost the right to Greatness. The losing began. He lost more times after losing to Lantlas than he ever thought he could. Why? Because once again, something changed. When he spoke in the third person, it was as a matter of separation. To separate Ace Anderson from Jason McDonald, to separate the monster and the man.
When Ace Anderson returned to Pure Class Wrestling after his match with Al Laiman sent him reeling, ironically after the last Living a Legacy, for one more shot at Lantlas and the World Championship, he still spoke in the third person. For separation, for recognition, and for revenge. He would return to the way he was to defeat the man who stole it from him. Lantlas stole his glory, his right to Greatness. And Ace Anderson fought to get it back. He went to new lengths, to new heights in brutality, to new levels of low. He broke the heart of a child. To break the mind of a man. But it did not work. Ace Anderson failed.
He failed as he did the first time, and many times following the loss of his World Championship. Why? Because of weakness. Because of clawing at the inside of his skull, telling him he was wrong. Because of warm air trying to thaw his cold and callous heart. But now, that is no more.
Ace Anderson lost tonight, but now, only now, is he on the right path. Only now does he truly understand. Men like Nacho Grande can say that Ace Anderson can’t beat Lantlas, can’t beat Mike Park, lost to the Byrd. But that was not Ace Anderson. Not the real Ace Anderson. If you say there’s not a difference, you’ll find out soon enough.
There is no longer a need for separation. There is no longer a need for recognition. There isn’t even a need for revenge. Now it is time for acceptance.
I am Ace Anderson, solely and completely. And I am not God. I am what remains of a man who has lost everything, and now has nothing to lose. I am a man ready, willing, and able to deal damage beyond your darkest nightmares or your masochistic dreams on any man who stands in my way. Wins and losses no longer matter. There is only pain.
Idle chatter? Angry ranting? Foolish, empty, threats?
Step into the ring with me. And you will see. Still don’t believe me? Then maybe I’ll step into the ring with you.
(Ace Anderson throws the microphone to the mat and exits the ring at the corner. He walks down the ramp as his music plays, basking in the boos, unaffected by the bottles and cups thrown to hit him as he heads backstage. And he plans his next attack. Before the commentators can chime in, the feed switches to the backstage area.
Kassandra Black, apparently the only interviewer working tonight, is standing with Heavy Metal, already decked out in his ring gear and raring to go.)
Kassandra: I’m standing here with one of the final four in the Icemann Invitational Tournament, “Heavy Metal” Jacob Roth. Metal, do you have anything to say to mark this historic occasion?
Heavy Metal: Babe, it’s so good to be here I feel I should make a speech. But I never know what to say, you know? I just so damn shy and humble. I suppose I could brag about the physical condition I’m in…
(He strikes a quick side-pose and points casually to his bicep.)
Heavy Metal: Yeah, I know. Check that baby out, huh? I could shoot off my mouth about all this incredible athletic ability I’ve got…
(The standing back-flip goes off so smooth he doesn’t even lose his shades.)
Heavy Metal: I could even make a bunch of bad puns about Pure Class and Living a Legacy… uh, no. Sorry, no examples. Puns are for douchebags. What I’d rather talk about is PCW itself, because this is The. Finest. Wrestling organization in the world! Pure Class represents the cream of the crop, the pick of the litter, the best of the mother-loving best, and tonight… Ohhh, they’ll be talking about tonight when I’m old and gray. Because tonight is the night that WE – not the royal we, I mean We The Freaking People – rise up and take what’s ours!
You know who I’m talking about, and they know exactly who they are. I’m talking about everybody who’s ready to see the dawn of a new era! We’re rising up; out with the old, in with the new! We’re the rock and roll revolution all over again! We’re the party animals, the head bangers, and the mosh monkeys. Pure Class Wrestling is the land of the free and the home of the crazed, and we don’t care WHAT the neighbors say! And let me tell you another thing. Not a one of us is scared of Murdoc and his ‘DWEAD PIWATE WOBEWTS’ routine.
So Mike Park and Nacho Grande, here’s a little tip because I’m such a nice guy. Save every single thing you’ve got, because there’s an army coming through. There’s something here that we want REAL bad, and you guys are standing in the way of a force like you’ve never felt before. It’s called the Metal Militia, and if you ain’t buying it, you’ll have to learn the hard way like Murdoc’s about to do! Because when that bell rings, the music’s just started baby! EEYAAOW!
(Heavy Metal shoots the camera and the fans a classic devil horn salute, and exits stage left, pumped up and ready to meet his destiny.)
Match Four: Icemann Invitational Semi-Finals Match
Murdoc vs. Heavy Metal
Referee: Eddie Lane
Murdoc vs. Heavy Metal
Referee: Eddie Lane
(And just like that, as if on cue, a blistering guitar riff thunders through the arena and the PCW-Tron flashes to the image of a wall of flame and a wild mane of blonde hair. The music builds and the huge sunglassed face turns to the camera as fiery embers burn in the dripping lenses. His mouth opens in a primal scream, stretching wider and wider as the view zooms in closer and closer...and the lights go out. There is a deafening pyrotechnic explosion, "Metal Militia" kicks in proper, and Heavy Metal is on the stage, his head thrown back and arms held aloft in two-fingered salutes.)
Jerry Andrews: Listen to these fans and tell me that Heavy Metal isn't the most beloved man in the PCW! I can hardly hear myself think!
Al Laiman: What?! I can barely hear you!
Mark Long: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall and is for advancement in The Icemann Invitational Tournament. Introducing first...from San Diego, California and weighing in at 235 lbs....he stands 6 feet, 1 inch...the undefeated PCW Air Guitar Champion...The Whirling Dervish of Metal Mayhem...Heavy Metal!
(Roth pumps his fist and slaps as many hands as he can reach, then charges the ring at a dead run. He slides in, leaps to the top rope to strip off his leather jacket, and whips off his sunglasses to hurl them into the crowd. This deed done, Roth back-flips off the top into a three-point landing and a wild air guitar performance that only the Whirling Dervish of Metal Mayhem can deliver.)
Jerry Andrews: This will be a classic tale of David versus Goliath. Metal's speed versus Murdoc's...
"YOUR SOUL'S ON ... FIRE!"
(Andrews is cut off in mid-sentence as an explosion rocks the Pure Class Arena! "Black and White" by Static-X blasts over the speakers, but seconds later the signal begins to squark and buzz. "Fiend" by Coal Chamber erupts through the speakers and strobe lights flicker to life as a ring of white flame erupts upon the stage. From underneath the edge of said flames, Murdoc rises in all his glory. Still. Unwavering. Resolute. At least until he has reached the top, at which point he begins his slow walk towards the ring. The edge of the hood hanging over his face, he walks steadily towards the ring.)
Jerry Andrews: Look at my arm, Al. Goosebumps.
Mark Long: And his opponent...standing a towering 6 feet, 7 inches and weighing in at 250 lbs....he is a former PCW International and Tag Team Champion...the man formerly known as The Prophet...Murdoc!
(Standing at ringside for a brief moment, Murdoc turns to the ring steps and begins to ascend them. Wiping his feet on the apron, he steps through the ropes and enters. Turning to his immediate left, he goes to one of the far corners and disrobes.)
Jerry Andrews: The hatred for Murdoc is so intense you can feel it hanging in the air.
Al Laiman: The referee for this match is Eddie Lane, making his second appearance out here tonight after injecting himself into the Tag Team Championship match earlier in the evening.
(Eddie Lane reluctantly checks Murdoc for foreign objects before making his inspection of Heavy Metal. While Lane is checking one of Metal's boots, Murdoc clobbers his opponent! Caught off-guard, the referee dodges out of harm's way and immediately calls for the bell. Murdoc attacks with heavy clubbing blows to the back and neck as Roth attempts to recover from the sneak attack. The fans boo all the while.)
Jerry Andrews: Some questionable tactics by Murdoc, but I can't say that I'm surprised.
(Murdoc continues his assault until Metal wisely dives out of the ring. Murdoc makes no attempt to follow his adversary. Metal takes a seven-count from the referee before climbing onto the ring apron. Murdoc closes fast and takes a shoulder to the mid-section for his troubles. A kick under the chin sends Murdoc staggering and gives Roth enough room to connect with a springboard shoulder block! Murdoc still doesn't go down. Metal lays in a pair of leg kicks before hitting the ropes and rebounding with an explosive dropkick! Murdoc is knocked back to the ropes while the Whirling Dervish of Metal Mayhem bounces back to his feet. Murdoc's momentum shoots him off the ropes and he nearly beheads his opponent with an awesome clothesline!)
Jerry Andrews: Holy smokes!
(Murdoc drops down and makes the cover. 1...2.kick-out! A small cheer, but Murdoc is back in control. Murdoc continues to punish his foe with headbutts and heavy fists as he pummels Heavy Metal from one corner to the next. Roth's attempts to fight back are futile with Murdoc's size and strength prevailing. Murdoc spikes him with a piledriver and things look dire for the high flying dynamo. Murdoc makes the cover while driving his forearm across Metal's face. 1...2...kick-out!)
Jerry Andrews: Oh! That was close!
Al Laiman: Heavy Metal is hurting in a bad way.
(Murdoc rolls Metal onto his stomach and looks out into the sea of fans before mounting him and striking with a vicious forearm! Slowly and methodically, Murdoc lands one forearm after another. Metal tries his best to fend them off, but each blow is visibly taking its toll. It starts as a distant murmur, but it doesn't take long before the PCW Faithful are on their feet screaming and stomping for their hero! Infuriated, Murdoc's blows come faster and harder. A shot of adrenaline has Heavy Metal back on his knees. Murdoc's forearms have turned to wild, club-like smashes! In an instant, Roth somersaults forward and bucks Murdoc into the ropes. Enraged, Murdoc turns and charges Heavy Metal. Roth dropkicks Murdoc's knee out from under him and he eats canvas. Hard.)
Jerry Andrews: I think I saw a tooth go flying!
(Metal is still a bit dazed, but he presses the action and pulls Murdoc off the mat. Murdoc sneaks in a thumb to the eye and Eddie Lane is quick to reprimand him. Murdoc ignores the warning and goes after his temporarily-blinded foe. Metal turns just in time to grab two giant fists full of beard and slingshot the behemoth face-first into the top turnbuckle. The fans are back into it as Heavy Metal slams Murdoc's hard head into the turnbuckle once more. The impact has no effect. Metal catches him with a standing dropkick right under the chin, but this only staggers the big man. Shrugging his shoulders, Heavy Metal jabs a thumb into Murdoc's eye. Lane chastises the rocker as the fans have a good laugh.)
Jerry Andrews: I guess turnabout's fair play.
(Heavy Metal heads to the top rope and unleashes the heavy artillery. Waiting for the blinded Murdoc to turn, Metal soars through the air and takes the big man to the mat with an impressive Frankensteiner! The fans pop as Roth proceeds to lay in several right hands! Riding the momentum, Metal returns to the top rope and catches some major hang time before connecting with a fist drop! Again, the fans roar, and this time Metal makes the cover and hooks the leg. 1...2...kick-out!)
Jerry Andrews: Whoa! That was close! Heavy Metal is really pouring it on!
Al Laiman: That's an understatement. I haven't seen anyone take it to Murdoc like this in a long, long time.
(Murdoc slowly begins to rise, but Metal is right there to greet him. A few left jabs steer Murdoc into the corner and Heavy Metal attempts to Irish whip the big man into the opposite corner. Murdoc reverses and trails Metal across the ring. In an incredible show of leg strength, Metal leaps up onto the top turnbuckle and springboards off! The fans come to their feet just in time to see Murdoc connect with Oblivion at top speed! Metal goes down in a heap and tumbles into the ring ropes, half his body hanging outside the ring as the fans emit a collective groan. Tugging Metal's limp body back onto the mat, he covers him. 1...2...)
Jerry Andrews: Foot on the ropes! Heavy Metal got his foot on the bottom rope!
(Mumbling a curse, Murdoc drags him into the center of the ring and places his large hand in the center of Metal's chest. 1...2...)
Jerry Andrews: Metal managed to get the shoulder up, and Murdoc can't believe it!
The fans are rocking and rolling as Murdoc covers Roth, this time cradling the neck and hooking the leg. 1...2...kick-out! The intensity grows louder. Murdoc slowly stands, his face drenched with sweat, and he waits for the whirling dervish to stand. Slowly, but surely, Metal stands. His knees are weak and shaking as he walks right into Murdoc and his waiting fist. With all of his might, Murdoc throws the Temporary Oblivion!
Jerry Andrews: Metal ducks! Swing and a miss!
Reaching back, Metal grabs Murdoc and plants him with a jumping neck-breaker! Sensing the end, Metal points to the corner and the place goes ballistic! Both men are running on fumes as Heavy Metal ascends the ropes and stands perched on the top turnbuckle. Flashbulbs are going crazy! Heavy Metal takes flight and connects with a beautiful Air Guitar and the place erupts! Heavy Metal rolls on top of the giant and Eddie Lane slides into position. 1...2...thre...NO! Murdoc instinctively kicks out.)
Al Laiman: I cannot believe it! Murdoc just kicked out of The Air Guitar! I don't think anyone has ever kicked out of The Air Guitar before!
Jerry Andrews: Both of these competitors are giving it their all tonight. No matter who advances, their both winners.
Al Laiman: Well, that's not technically true, but I get your point.
(Metal is on his knees, exasperated. As his wet, dangling locks roll over his face, Metal slowly gets to his feet. He gets into the face of Eddie and slaps his hands three times, to emphasize the fact that he thought it should have been a three-count. Eddie appears to be a bit agitated that Metal is in his face, clarifies that Murdoc did in-fact kick out. Heavy Metal cannot see the replay going on like the viewers at home can, and it shows that the count may have been a smidgen too slow, but nothing overly blatant. It's up to the viewer to decide whether Eddie counted slow or not.
What isn't up for review is that as Metal turns around to face where Murdoc lays, Murdoc is already to his feet and nails Roth with what appears to be a fireball. Lane is able to see...well, not much, due to the angle he had, it just appears that Murdoc hit Roth with a knockout blow. Metal falls to the mat in pain and Murdoc quickly makes the pin. 1...)
Jerry Andrews: Don't tell me Murdoc's going to advance like this!
(...2...)
Al Laiman: It definitely appears as such, Jerry.
(...3!)
Mark Long: The winner of the match...and advancing to the finals of The Icemann Invitational Tournament...Murdoc!
(Eddie raises Murdoc's arm as the fans are livid. A small, yet noticeable smiles forms across Murdoc's face and he mouths the words, “One More” to the camera. Murdoc leaves the ring, as Lane looks over Heavy Metal. It looks as if he is about to call EMTs out here for a second-time tonight, but Metal insists that he is alright and gets up to leave on his own accord. He rubs his eyes as the fans give him a standing ovation as he exits the ring and up the ramp. The feed then switches to Jerry and Al at ringside.)
Jerry Andrews: And just like that, after thirty-seven minutes of grueling action, Murdoc advances to the finals of The Icemann Invitational. I have to say though, very gutsy performance by Heavy Metal. His dreams of being PCW World Champion have been crushed for the time being. But if he can get his wits together, he still has a shot at becoming PCW International Champion.
Al Laiman: I doubt we've seen the last of Heavy Metal challenging for the World Championship. As for his chance at the International Championship, I've been on the receiving end of similar fireballs. As devastating as the move initially is, it's more of a stunning maneuver. If he flushes his eyes out in the back, he should have close to full vision when he comes back out here tonight. I really feel for him for losing that match in that fashion though. I can only wonder what Skylar is thinking right now.
Jerry Andrews: Mr. Marshall cannot be happy with this outcome, especially with what happened with Jason Scene earlier in the evening. But up next is another Icemann Invitational Tournament match. Mike Park will be taking on Nacho Grande, with the winner going on to face that dastardly Murdoc in the main event!
Al Laiman: I tell you Jerry, Park has been on such a roll since he walked through the doors of Pure Class Wrestling, he’s got to be one of the odds-on favorites to win the big prize.[/color]