Post by Deleted on Oct 12, 2011 1:45:39 GMT -5
PCW Deception
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Live on Pay-Per-View from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina
(Deception is upon us.)
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BOOM!!!
(Metallica's "Better Than You" kicks in and the fans are on their feet. A nice video montage plays on the PCW-tron for the benefit of those in attendence highlighting Pure Class Wrestling's brightest shining stars. Purple and golden lights flash throughout the building as World Champion LoKi is shown raising the title above his head. The fans cheer! Nacho Grande retrieves the tag titles in a recent ladder match and again...the fans cheer! North American Champion Areas is shown turning on his former partner and stablemate Usali Basilisk. The fans boo! Justin Michaels is shown taunting some poor - and I use the term "poor" literally - fan with a handful of cash. And the fans cheer! Wait...just joking. And the montage finally ends with a clip of Dazz's highly anticipated debut which receives a loud roar from the PCW Faithful.)
Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen! It's finally here! Welcome to the big show! Welcome to PCW Deception!
Al Laiman: Tonight's card is absolutely stacked, Jerry. I guarantee that the fans will get their money's worth tonight!
Jerry Andrews: Areas will defend his North American Championship tonight against three other men in what will surely be a high flying spectacle! High Tide and Justin Kaard are two of the most phenomenal athletes I've ever seen and Usali Basilisk...well, Usali Basilisk is a lunatic!
Al Laiman: Let's not forget about the heated rivalry between Andy D and PCW veteran Tyrone Smith. Andy's been lording a dirty secret over the Crazy Boy and he's promised to reveal that secret here tonight unless Smith can shut him up!
Jerry Andrews: Wildy popular Heavy Metal is set to defend his International Championship in a fatal fourway match in the culmination of a bitter, bloody feud that's been ongoing now for several months between Los Dos Amigos and the Horrors from Hangtown. Will Roth be able to fend off the dastardly Dillingers and best friend Nacho Grande to retain his coveted title?
Al Laiman: I guess we'll find out. In what's being billed as a special attraction match, PCW legend and Hall of Famer Lantlas puts his pride on the line against one of the biggest stars in the business...I'm talking about Dazz. This is a wrestling fan's dream match between two of the biggest names in the industry and now that Dazz has arrived in Pure Class Wrestling, this one will certainly turn some heads.
Jerry Andrews: And in the main event, PCW's only triple crown winner and reigning two-time PCW World Champion...LoKi puts it all on the line against two of the most dangerous men in the world! Number one contender Non Compos Mentis is out for his first World Championship while Justin "Stormm" Michaels cashes in his rematch clause with hopes of regaining his title...
(The PPV live feed is interrupted by an incoming signal that leaves the stay at home fan see a screen that looks similar to the old black and white Indian head test pattern, reserved for when networks are having technical difficulties. Only in this instance the headshot is replaced by that of a solid black Anarchy logo which should be a dead giveaway as to who is behind this. After a couple minutes of this screen (which by the way also includes the faint playing of “Unstable” by Adema as listening music), the design dissolves into a live shot of “The Anarchist” Jason Willard who is leaned up against the city limits sign that welcomes tourists to Anaheim, California.)
Willard: Hello Pure Class Scumbags. As you can very well see unless you are blind, which I might add would be on top of already being stupid, yours truly is not in attendance tonight. Oh don’t get me wrong, I have here a first class VIP ticket to the show (Willard holds this proof up to the camera to show he’s telling the truth. Glancing at it, he shakes his head in disgust) but after the mismanagement and classless treatment PCW has shown me over the last couple weeks, not to mention my previous time there, I decided I had better things to do rather than involve myself in an ass backwards state like South Carolina with a bunch of barnyard hillbillies…soooo...
(It is with this that Willard rips up the accommodations made to him by an unknown source into little pieces before throwing it high into the air and watching it fall down in front of his face. Throwing his braids back, a more serious look is displayed with a slow shaking of the head.)
Willard: The first week back, Loco and I demonstrate once again that it doesn’t matter how long we have been away from the ring, at the drop of a dime we can show up and create a little…havoc. Two so called washed up has been “legends” found this out the hard way. But when the two of us try to leave the building peacefully, what happens? Security decides to provoke an attack and come out on the losing end. But that’s fine, we let it go. The second week rolls around and again, we insert ourselves into a flat lining show. What happens this time? A fan decides to instigate a fight and comes out on the losing end. So rather than having to deal with the ever increasing headache of incompetent security and the mind numbing idiocy of the common PCW fan, I elected to stay home here in Anaheim…or as it can also be thought of, the city Loco is disgusted by…
(Willard glances around at the surroundings behind him, before slowly turning his focus back on the camera and pulling it just slightly closer to his face.)
Willard: Those pieces of paper I tore up and tossed are representative of what I’m going to do to Pure Class Wrestling. Brick by fucking brick, star by star, I am going to bring the entire company to its knees. You want to try and fine me? Go ahead, I have money. You wish to suspend me? Go ahead, I have nothing but time. Think you can fire me? Think again, because I’m not under employment to PCW. But I am under a contract. At the snap of the fingers, an UnHoly force of nature can be unleashed…but who’s to say it already hasn’t?
(Willard shoves the camera out of his face, knocking the holder of it to the ground as the last shot shown is of his feet walking away. The PPV feed is eventually restored and Jerry Andrews and Al Laiman are clearly confused.)
Al Laiman: Technical difficulties?
Jerry Andrews: Must be, but now our technicians seem to have figured things...
(Whoops. There goes the PPV feed again. Another feed is sent over the airwaves and showing the outside of a house. The television sets show brightly light place on the outside of the home, with the view of the bay. The crowd begins to boo as Loco is shown sitting out in a lounge chair, with a table to the right of him. Loco is soaking in the rays, he's dawning, an unbuttoned white shirt, white shorts, bare foot and black sunglasses.)
Loco: Hello Pure Class rats, other wise known as PCW fans. AHAHA!
(Loco pauses for a few moments, during the disapproval by the fans.)
Loco: You know, there has been a lot going on here with myself and my longtime friend. And I am here to clear the air at Deception. I have had to hear about {says in whining voice} “Why are they here? They do not have any business here!”. Who cares, the fact of the matter is that, it was reported that me and Mr. Willard are not contracted under Pure Class Wrestling contracts. It is true that Jase is not, but I am. You see, I was in PCW last in two thousand and seven. During that time, I had signed a four year contract and when I retired, in my contract, it was to be continued to be ran, until the time that it expired.
(The crowd is a bit confused.)
Loco: Unlike some people that are in PCW, my lawyers are top notch loop hole makers, searchers and correctors. I have been under a PCW contract for the passed four years, the only difference with me is, that I took that time away to enjoy the finer things in life. But even though I was not around, this last contract has left me with the ability to come back when I felt that I wanted to and I get to bring a guest. So with that in mind, Tha UnHoly Alliance did neither trespass, either times that we have appeared. The only problem is that tonight is the final day of this four year contract.
(The crowd cheers as they are thinking that this will be the last appearance of a man they have loathed for a long time.)
Loco: So this is why I am at home in Oakland, California at this time and I will not be attending the pay per view. So I can sit here by my phone and wait for a call from PCW about extending my contract, or if they wish me the best in my future endeavors. I will be waiting for the calls gentlemen, you have {Loco looks down to his left wrist and checks the time.} Two and a half more hours.
(Loco snaps his fingers and here comes Loca, wearing a red wrap around skirt, she turns and face the camera. She has a white lily merged into her hair on the left side and a coconut bikini top on, she is holding a silver platter, with a white phone on it. Loco smiles as his wife walked passed him. She is now standing behind him holding the silver platter.)
Loco: It’s good to be me, the clock is ticking.
(Again, the feed switches back to the live crowd. Andrews and Laiman are even more confused than they were initially.)
Al Laiman: What in the HELL is going on here?
Jerry Andrews: Should've known the Unholy Alliance would try to involve themselves in PCW matters one way or another.
Al Laiman: You know you'd try to get your face on TV, too, Jerry.
Jerry Andrews: Whatevs. Shane Dodge is standing by with former Tag Team Champion Billy Sadistic for a PCW exclusive interview.
(The PCW-tron comes to life with resident mic man Shane Dodge standing uncomfortably beside "The Phenom" Billy Sadistic. The fans begin booing.)
Shane Dodge: Billy Sadistic, tonight you'll have the opportunity to capture the International Championship. You and your brother, Phinehas Grimm, will be taking on very familiar foes in Los Dos Amigos. The only difference is that tonight...there are no teams. Your thoughts?
Sadistic: My thoughts? You want to know what's going through my head? Pain. Torment. Blood. Broken bones. Is that what you want to hear? That I'm some kind of sadistic monster? That I'm out to hurt people and end careers?
(The Phenom slowly turns and gazes at Dodge, his eyes burning with anger. Shane can only shrug.)
Sadistic: You're God damn right I am! I love the taste of blood! I savor the sweetness of human flesh! And I couldn't help but notice that you have a rather plump nose...
(Dodge quickly takes a step back, ready to run should the situation arise. Sadistic smiles thirstily.)
Sadistic: Don't flatter yourself. Am I going to disfigure the beautiful features of Heavy Metal? That depends. Last I saw pretty boy, he wasn't gettin' around too well. Am I going to snap Nacho Grande's neck? Just try to stop me. And Phinehas Grimm. What, oh, what am I going to do to Phinehas Grimm?
(The crowd grows quiet. What WILL he do to Phinehas Grimm? Even Shane Dodge wants to know. William looks directly into the camera.)
Sadistic: I'd never...NEVER...hurt my little brother...
(Sadistic continues to glare into the camera, sweat dripping from his hairy face. The shot returns to the ringside area.)
Jerry Andrews: What do you make of that, Al?
Al Laiman: Well, Dillingers aren't exactly known for their honesty. Something's gotta give, and it's going to later on tonight.
MATCH ONE
North American Championship Match
Four-Way Elimination
Areas © vs. "The Adrenaline King" Justin Kaard vs. High Tide vs. Usali Basilisk
Referee: Roberto Garcia
The next match is the Four Corners Elimination match for the PCW North American Championship. All four competitors in this match are already in the ring and preparing to get going. First the referee needs to get two men out of the ring and eventually only Areas and High Tide are left in the ring. Roberto Garcia signals for the bell and the match is underway.
Jerry Andrews: All these men have been hugely impressive recently, any of these four men could walk away with the title.
Al Laiman: Everyone in this match has earned a shot at that title and Areas has one hell of a challenge to retain.
No cheers are heard as the North American Champion and PCW’s resident salty seadog begin to circle each other, only the calls for Usali or Kaard to join the fray. Neither does, however, and the two men in the ring lock up with a collar and elbow tie up. Both men push hard to get an advantage but it’s Areas that pushes harder and gets High Tide back onto the ropes. Not wasting any time, Areas whips Tide across the ring but is reversed. As Areas rebounds he receives a shoulder block but, using his bionic arm, he powers through and knocks Tide to the mat. Hitting the ropes he jumps over Tide who gets to his feet and proceeds to hit a lightning fast hip toss. As Areas gets to his feet, Tide pushes him into the ropes and whips him across the ring before ducking. Areas stops short of Tide’s back body drop attempt and slams his metallic arm over his back before hitting a swinging neckbreaker.
Pushing himself to his feet, Area looks around the ring and spies Usali on the apron. With their rivalry still simmering, Areas makes a sudden and unexpected lunge into the corner and slams his bionic fist straight into Usali’s jaw, knocking him to the ground outside the ring.
Jerry Andrews: What a cheap shot!
Al Laiman: He’s only making sure that snake can’t stab him in the back.
Turning back with a smirk on his face, it’s soon wiped off as Tide dives into the opposite corner and tags in the Adrenaline King, Justin Kaard. Immediately Areas makes a dash to cut off the daredevil but Kaard jumps up to the top rope and springs over the onrushing champion. Landing on his feet, Kaard turns and nails a snap Leg Lariat that floors Areas before jumping, spinning a full 360 and nailing a spiral leg drop and applying a lateral press.
One…
Two….
NO!
Areas gets hit shoulder up and Kaard wastes no time in putting him back to his feet. Grabbing his arm, Kaard whips Areas across the ring and dives feet first toward the mat on the rebound before connecting with a dropkick to the knees. Areas collapses to the mat and Kaard stands at his side. He pumps his fists at the crowd who reply by chanting his name. From a standing position he then explodes into the air and twists with a Phoenix Splash… but Areas rolls out of the way at the last way. Kaard crashes into the mat face first as Areas gets back to his feet by the ropes. The self-styled Messiah Of PCW extends his glistening arm and called for the Spinning Backfist.
Jerry Andrews: He’s going to take Kaard’s head off!
Al Laiman: I don’t think so…!
Just as Kaard gets back to his feet, Usali Basilisk jumps back onto the apron behind Areas and hits a rope-assisted Enziguri straight to the back of his head. Areas is thrown forward clutching his head and Kaard takes full advantage, locking in a three-quarter facelock before throwing himself over the top of Areas in a Shiranui type manoeuvre, placing his knees in his back and nailing a horrific looking Rollback Driver.
Jerry Andrews: Adrenaline Rush!
One…
Two…
THREE!
Mark Long: Areas has been Eeeeeeliminated!
Jerry Andrews: We’re guaranteed a new champion!
Al Laiman: You can bet Areas won’t be pleased when he realises what just happened!
As Areas rolls painfully out of the ring, Usali takes his place in the ring and goes straight after Kaard with a flying forearm. Both men get to their feet but Usali once again takes Kaard down with a high leg clothesline. Once more they get up and Usali grabs hold of Kaard’s head before moving to the corner. Usali keeps hold of him as he runs up the corner, spins around and hits a fierce Tornado DDT before pinning.
One…
Two…
THR…NO!
Jerry Andrews: Usali is comparatively fresh and it’s definitely showing.
Basilisk gets up and pulls Kaard up with him, only to hit a succession of silver-coated headbutts to the high flying hero. Grabbing Kaard’s arm, The Grand High Exalted One tries to whip him across the ring but Kaard reverses somehow and sends Usali into High Tide’s corner. Kaard quickly rushes into the corner as Usali bounces clear and runs up the turnbuckles before throwing himself backward with a spectacular Whisper In The Wind flying twisting senton, smashing straight into his opponent.
Al Laiman: Kaard really needed to pull something out of the bag and that was it.
Jerry Andrews: But what the hell is Tide doing?
High Tide is scaling the outside of the turnbuckles and reaches the top just as Kaard gets to his feet. The referee signals that a blind tag was made in the corner just as High Tide throws himself off the top turnbuckle with a Missile Dropkick that sends Kaard to the mat.
Jerry Andrews: Blind tag from High Tide and he took full advantage.
Al Laiman: That dastardly pirate!
Usali rolls onto the apron as Tide pulls Kaard to his feet and whips him into the ropes. On the rebound, Tide goes for a hurricanrana and almost executes it to perfection but Kaard manages to roll through. Before Tide can get back to his feet properly, Kaard gets up and instinctively nails his own Projectile Hurricanrana, faceplanting the scurvy dog on the mat and forcing him to roll to the outside.
As Tide tries to regain his composure on the outside, Kaard looks down on his and pumps his fists for the crowd again. They get behind him instantly and Kaard channels their adrenaline straight into his veins and hits the ropes. Rebounding towards Tide he leaps high into the air and throws himself over the top with a phenomenal Somersault Plancha.
Al Laiman: Justin Kaard knows what these fans want but sooner or later it’ll bite him in the ass!
Kaard gets to his feet on the outside as the fans go wild. Feeling their energy more and more, some insane notions go through his mind and his eyes become trained on the announce table.
Jerry Andrews: Time to bail out, Kaard’s coming this way.
Al Laiman: Where’s a Spanish announce team when you need one?!
Kaard walks over to the announce table and takes the top off it as Al and Jerry get away. Turning his attention to High Tide, Kaard picks up the legless pirate and drags him over to the table. Laying him on top, Kaard looks ominously to the top turnbuckle and realises the referee is performing his ten count. As Garcia counts seven and Usali finally gets back into his corner, Kaard rolls into the ring to restart the count and then begins to climb the turnbuckles.
Al Laiman: The Adrenaline King is insane!
Jerry Andrews: If he makes it he’ll kill High Tide and probably himself in the process.
Al Laiman: And Usali Basilisk will be the new North American Champion by default!
Kaard gets to the top as the crown is at fever pitch. They will him on and he’s all too willing to go along with them as he takes aim and signals for the Seattle Space Walk. Taking a huge breath to calm himself, The Adrenaline King launches himself into a massive whirling rotating spinning flipping flying Shooting Star Press.
Al Laiman: Tide moves!
With Kaard in mid-air and flying like an adrenaline-doped eagle, Tide rolls desperately out of the way and Kaard slams into the uncompromising announce table, literally bouncing off the decimated remains and landing in a broken heap.
Al Laiman: What did I say?! Sooner or later, Jerry, sooner or later!
Tide drags himself away from the wreckage as Kaard remains motionless by the security barrier. The referee glances at the backstage area as if to ask for help but nothing comes and he continues with his count.
Five…
Six…
Seven…
Eight…
Tide pulls himself onto the apron and rolls into the ring, glancing out at his fallen rival who has yet to move an inch.
Nine…
TEN!
Mark Long: Justin Kaaaahd has been Eeeeeeeliminated!
Finally a pack of EMT’s come out from the back with a stretcher and make their way around the ring to attend to Kaard. In the ring, Tide gets to his feet but is unaware of Usali waiting behind him as the new legal man. Tide turns only to be met with a boot to the midsection and then be locked up. Usali uses his strength and hauls Tide into the air before dropping straight down with a sickening Brainbuster.
Jerry Andrews: That could be it!
One…
Two…
THREE!
NO!
Tide just gets his shoulder up and the crowd boo, knowing Usali isn’t the champion yet. Usali resolves to put him away this time though, and gets to his feet before pulling Tide up with him. Hitting a boot to the gut, Usali sets up a powerbomb position and lifts Tide up into the set up for the Crucifix Bomb.
Jerry Andrews: Ascension Bomb!
Basilisk moves forward to hit the bomb but Tide wriggles free at the last moment, landing behind his opponent and in front of the referee. Obscuring the official’s view, Tide swings his un-piratey non-wooden leg backward between Usali’s legs and thoroughly crushes his plums. The crowd immediately call for a disqualification but Roberto Garcia didn’t see a thing. Tide takes full advantage and hits the nearest ropes, rebounds and grabs Usali’s head before nailing a vicious Tilt a Whirl DDT.
Al Laiman: Lay With The Fish!
One…
Two…
THREE!
Jerry Andrews: High Tide Wins!
Al Laiman: No he doesn’t!
The referee sees the rum soaked pirate celebrating and immediately signals for two. High Tide goes mad at seeing this but the whole crowd erupts into cheers for Usali, willing him back into the match. Tide signals that he’s going to put Usali away and moves toward the corner. He climbs onto the apron and begins to climb until he reaches the top, then waits until Usali reaches an unsteady vertical base. Once this happens, Tide throws himself from the top and looks to hit the Shooting Star DDT but Usali jumps up and hits a lightning fast and desperate Dropkick that connect, sending both men crashing back to the mat.
Al Laiman: Usali went to the well on that one!
The referee begins his count and the crowd begin to chant “U-SA-LI!”. This at until a massive boo begins to fill the arena. The referee looks around to find the source and finally reaches the entrance ramp where Areas is walking down to the ring.
Jerry Andrews: What the hell is Areas doing here?! He was eliminated!
Al Laiman: I’m sure he just wants to see where his title is going next.
Areas passes the EMT’s who are only just carting Justin Kaard’s body to the backstage area and reaches the apron. He stays there as the referee reaches five and both men begin to stir in the middle of the ring. Now Areas jumps onto the apron and steps into the ring, his eyes focused purely on Basilisk.
Jerry Andrews: Yeah, you’re right Al, this looks completely innocent.
Areas receives warnings from the referee but is completely undaunted and extends his bionic arm in preparation for the Spinning Backfist. Usali, completely unknowing, gets to his feet and turns around to see Areas spin and launch his fist straight toward his head. Usali ducks at the last second and Areas’ metallic arm smashes an unsuspecting High Tide straight in the face, knocking him unconscious instantly.
Jerry Andrews: High Tide is out for the count! All thanks to Areas!
Al Laiman: Get up Tide!
Usali sees the damage done to Tide and gets to his feet quickly, rushing at Areas and clotheslining him over the top rope to the outside. Seeing High Tide still motionless, Usali hooks his leg and pins.
One…
Two….
THREE!
Mark Long: The winner of this match...and NEW North American Champion...Usali Basilisk!!!
(The fans erupt as referee Garcia retrieves the shiny North American Championship belt and presents it to the leader of the Ascension. Looking to the heavens, Usali thrusts the belt high in the air and the fans let out another roar.)
Jerry Andrews: Usali Basilisk has won immortality, but now he's a champion!
Al Laiman: Look at Areas on the outside. He's livid!
(Sure enough, Chris Areas is less than pleased. In fact, he's downright furious. Not only has he lost his precious title...his former captain turned nemesis now holds the belt. Usali invites Areas back into the ring, but the former champion decides he'll live to fight another day and heads to the back.)
Jerry Andrews: What a coward!
Al Laiman: Live to fight another day, Jerry.
Jerry Andrews: Call it what you want, Al...I'm getting word from the back that Shane Dodge is standing by yet again with another exclusive interview...
(Shane Dodge appears on the PCW-tron somewhere in the viscera of the Pure Class Arena with microphone in hand as he approaches...Jeremy Bagwell?)
Bagwell: Why are you telling me this? Why are you trying to help me?
(The shot pans out to reveal Shane Dodge, Jeremy Bagwell, and Phinehas Grimm. The reaction from the crowd is mixed, yet loud. Standing back in the distance are Smith and the giant known as Machine, massive arms folded across massive chest. Grimm simply stares at Bagwel, his face giving away nothing. Never one for public ettiquette, Shane Dodge butts right in.)
Shane Dodge: Phinehas, if I could get a word with you regarding your upcoming International Championship match...
Grimm: No.
(Phinehas continues to stare at his brother's pawn, Jeremy Bagwell. Bagwell's obviously put on some muscle over the past six months, his hair has grown into a shaggy mop, and he looks as if he's attempting to grow his beard in. Right now, he doesn't care about looks. He cares about answers.)
Bagwell: Why?
Grimm: You want to know why?
Shane Dodge: I want to know why?
(Grimm shoots the interviewer a death glare that nearly knocks him over and he curteously gives the men some space. Grimm turns his cool blue gaze back to the youngster.)
Grimm: You haven't figured it...?
(Phinehas stops in mid-sentence, his back suddenly stiffening. His sixth sense, or his sense of smell, has detected an incoming threat...and the camera pans out further to find Billy Sadistic casually strolling into view. Not a word is spoken, but Bagwell wisely gets the hell out of "dodge" as Sadistic and Grimm come nose to nose. Even Shane Dodge quietly backs out of view as the bearded brothers share a tense moment of silence. The picture fades out and it's time for the next match.)
MATCH TWO
Singles Match
Andy D vs. Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith
Referee: Melina Cruz
The lights flicker and fade out as the pulsating beats of Dope Star Inc's "10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" pops on the PA system. Smoke fills the arena as a figure stands in the middle of it. All the sudden, Crazy Boy comes out of the smoke and pumps a fist in the air. The crowd are unsure how to react to their once favourite star who has recently turned dark and destructive. He walks down the entryway and climbs the ropes of the ring. He bounces around the ropes a few times, pumps his fist in the air one last time and waits for his opponent to come.
One Smith’s music finishes, Hypest Hype starts blasting out of the PA system and it isn’t long before Andy appears on stage. He stands there, head nodding to the beat more seriously than usual until the song completely kicks in, when he jumps in the air and some pyro goes off behind him. Andy heads towards the ring, hand slapping several members of the crowd on the way. He slides under the bottom rope of the ring when entering, before running up to a random turnbuckle, hopping up to the second turnbuckle and motioning for the crowd to cheer loudly. Andy jumps down and removes his bucket hat, placing it on the metal part of the turnbuckle in his corner before standing, staring straight at Crazy Boy.
Smith himself is pacing like a caged animal on the other side of the ring, and as Melina Cruz calls both men in neither cooperates. Both of them continue to either stare or pace and Melina gives up, knowing this match won’t be playing entirely by the rules. She calls for the bell and the crowd go wild, chanting Andy D’s name but nothing happens. Neither man makes a move but the tension rises and rises.
Jerry Andrews: This perplexing rivalry has lasted two months, revolving around this mysterious Wilson character.
Al Laiman: Criminal accomplice? Participant in a gay porn video? Beachball with a face drawn on it? Take your pick, if Andy D wins this match all will be revealed.
The crowd get louder and louder until finally the tedium is broken and Crazy Boy sprints out of his corner. Before Andy can react Smith tackles him and drives his back straight into the turnbuckles. Andy covers up for protection but The Crazy One begins to pound down on him with a desperate flurry of glancing punches. The referee tries to break them up but finds it impossible and starts her count.
Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy has lost it!
Al Laiman: Well they do call him Crazy.
The count reaches four and it looks like a disqualification is in order but Smith pulls himself away, realising a five count would mean he’d lose and his secret would be revealed to the world. Moving to the other side of the ring, Smith waits for the referee to move away before turning and rushing at Andy again, only this time Andy knows what’s coming and dives out of the way. Smith careers straight into the turnbuckles and bounces backwards into a small package pin.
One…
Tw….KICK OUT!
Smith gets out of the pin and struggles back to his feet only to be met by Andy again. The protégé of 2Guys immediately whips a knife edge chop across the chest of his rival and then another, forcing him onto the ropes. Andy whips Smith across the ring and meets him on the rebound with a shoulder block that knocks Smith to the mat. Andy hits the ropes and then bounds over Crazy Boy who quickly jumps to his feet. As Andy rebounds again, Smith ducks his head for a back body drop but his opponent sees it coming and leaps over the top with a Sunset Flip pin.
One…
Two…
NO!
Both men struggle to their feet but Smith lashes out with a knee to the gut that turns the momentum his way. Grabbing hold of Andy, Smith locks him up and drives them both backward to the mat with a whiplash inducing Russian Legsweep. Andy rolls onto his chest to protect himself but this gives Smith a prime shot at his back and he proceeds to hammer it with a collection of stomps.
Jerry Andrews: This is a ruthless side of Crazy Boy that we had never seen until Andy D arrived and brought this Wilson into the frame.
Al Laiman: Everyone has a trigger than unlocks this kind of aggression; this Wilson must be Smith’s trigger.
Smith takes advantage of his prone opponent and stands on the back of his thighs before grabbing his arms and swaying backwards. Once he has enough momentum, Smith rolls fully backward and applies a painful Surfboard submission hold. Cruz checks for the submission but Andy, even upside down, tells her no. Realising he won’t get a submission with this hold, Smith releases him to the side. Instead he picks his spot and executes a pinpoint Crazy Nerve Hold on the neck. This time Andy’s hand immediately hovers over the mat and the referee checks repeatedly for a submission.
Jerry Andrews: Could this be it?!
Andy seems to be moments away from tapping but instead he hits an elbow to the head that stuns Smith and forces him to release the hold. Getting to his feet, Andy is met with an elbow to the head but has enough strength to fight back with one of his own. The exchange continues with Andy just gaining the upper hand. Grabbing Smith’s hand, Andy tries to whips him across the ring but is reversed and sent into the ropes instead. On the rebound, Smith leaps into the air and hits a huge dropkick to the head, sending Andy straight to the mat in a heap. Quickly he goes for the pin.
One…
Two…
NO!
The crowd boo at Smith having the upper hand but he doesn’t care, all he wants is to put Andy away and he signals for that finish right now. Hauling Andy up from the mat, Crazy Boy lifts him onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry and begins to spin.
Jerry Andrews: Crazy Airlines!
Al Laiman: I think the crowd’s getting dizzy just watching.
Smith spins around and around and everyone in the arena begins to sway to and fro as they observe it. Andy’s head is spinning but he’s spent too many nights with the 2Guys and is more than used to that feeling. He summons all his resilience and plants an elbow straight in his opponent’s ear, followed by another two for good measure. Smith is forced to drop Andy who immediately hits the ropes. On the rebound Andy hits Smith with a jarring Running STO.
Al Laiman: Andy’s coming back into this. He really wants to reveal Smith’s secret to the world!
Moving Smith in front of the turnbuckles, Andy begins to climb from the inside and reaches the top quickly. Fuelled by pure adrenaline, Andy takes a look back and proceeds to throw himself off the top with a majestic Moonsault. Crazy Boy opens his eyes just in time and rolls out of the way, watching Andy crash and burn on the mat. As Andy struggles to his knees, Smith recovers and hits the nearest ropes, rebounding before hitting a decapitating Scissor Kick to the back of Andy’s neck.
One…
Two…
THREE!
NO!
Crazy Boy signals to the referee that is should have been three but she remains insistent it was two. Not taking this entirely well, Smith presses his hand over Andy’s throat and blatantly chokes him while shouting a torrent of furious abuse, the only noticeable words being “WILSON!” and something not we’re not able to broadcast at this time.
Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy has totally lost it!
Melina Cruz starts her five count and reaches four and a half before she tries to separate Smith’s hand from Andy’s throat herself. She considers the disqualification yet again but Smith breaks it off just in time to avoid the loss. As Andy struggles for breath, Smith holds his head in his hands, clearly on the edge of insanity as Andy refuses to stay down. This time he is determined to finish the match and pulls Andy to his feet before locking him up for a suplex.
Al Laiman: Crazy Slam time?!
Crazy Boy uses all his strength and lifts Andy his into the air ready for the Falcons Arrow Screwdriver and goes to drop him down when Andy flips out of the move and lands on his feet behind Smith. Out of pure desperation, Andy leaps up and fires a vicious Enziguri kick straight into the back of Crazy Boy’s head, knocking him down a knee and severely stunning him. Still gasping for air he then moves to the ropes and springs off the middle rope before rotating his body and hitting a brutal Springboard Missile Dropkick to the skull of his opponent. Almost unconsciously Andy drapes an arm over Smith’s chest for a pin.
One…
Two…
THRE…NO!
Smith gets his shoulder up just in time and the crowd begins a huge chant for Andy who starts to feel their energy pumping through his whole body. With the adrenaline pumping again, Andy takes hold of Smith and pulls him off the mat before moving to the corner. Andy climbs to the second turnbuckle and locks in a headlock, clearly looking for the Tornado DDT. He quickly pushes off and twists but Smith finds some strength, keeping hold of Andy and landing him back on his feet instead. Now looking toward the corner, Andy is slightly unsure what to do and leaves the door open for Smith who executes a huge Northern Lights Suplex, literally throwing Andy upside-down and back first into the turnbuckles with a horrific impact.
Jerry Andrews: Dear god! That has to be it!
But it’s not over as Smith decided he wants to put the match beyond doubt. As Andy rolls out into the middle of the ring, Smith climbs out onto the apron and begins to climb the turnbuckles. He get to the top and looks down at Andy who is motionless and facing up at the arena lights. Smith takes a breath and launches himself off the top with a huge 450 Splash, extending his knees for a massive and devastating impact.
Al Laiman: Crazy Spin!
Jerry Andrews: No!
Andy rolls out of the way at the very last moment and Smith lands knees first on the mat. Pushing himself up from the mat, still hurt but driven by the cheers of the crowd, Andy hits the ropes and rebounds straight towards the kneeling Smith before hitting a face shattering Shining Wizard.
Al Laiman: Dragon’s Bite out of nowhere!
One…
Two…
THREE!
The bell rings as the fans come to their feet.
Mark Long: The winner of this match via pinfall...Andy D!
(After having his hand raised in the air in celebration by the ref, Andy goes and demands a microphone. Taking it over to the still laid out body of Crazy Boy, getting down as close as possible, Andy begins to speak. The fans are ready to hear about this nasty little secret.)
Jerry Andrews: This should be good...
Al Laiman: As long as it's not a man dressed like a turkey hatching from a giant egg...
Andy: Crazy Boy! CB, you listening? Listen, Tyrone!
(Smith is still down and out after that sick Dragon's Bite. Andy pauses, taking a deep breath.)
Andy: About this whole Wilson thing? I would never… never do that to you.
(Dropping the microphone, Andy heads out of the ring and up the ramp. He doesn't look back at the ring once. The crowd is a mix of being stunned and disappointed that there will be no explanation on who Wilson truly was.)
Jerry Andrews: Wait. What? No! You've gotta be kidding me! All of this time...all of this build up...for nothing?
Al Laiman: Where's that giant egg...?
(The PCW-tron cuts to the private locker room of former World Champion and resident gazillionaire, Justin "Stormm" Michaels. He's looking proper as ever wearing a suit that is probably worth more than your life as he talks to somebody just off camera. The sight of the snob on the PCW-tron draws a round of boos from the live crowd. Noticing the intruding camera, Stormm covers the lens with his palm and "escorts" the crew from his personal dressing area. Fade back to the ringside area.)
Al Laiman: Must have been going over some last minute "strategizing" with his hired goons...I mean, his personal security crew.
(The PCW-tron once again springs to life, this time with a warm, familiar face. Rockin' sunglasses, flowing blond hair...it's Heavy Metal! The fans go ballistic! The camera slowly zooms out, revealing the International title draped over his shoulder. Oddly enough, Metal is dressed in a Metallica t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans.)
Heavy Metal: This...is harder than I thought it would be...
(Something is off with Heavy Metal's voice and the fans pick up on it immediately as the crowd grows silent.)
Heavy Metal: I...uh, I'm sure you all saw what Billy Sadistic did to me...to my knee...at Trauma. And I'm sure you all know that it wasn't good.
(Roth swallows hard, and some of the female fans are already starting to get emotional.)
Heavy Metal: We got the results back from the doctor yesterday...and it's not good. Unfortunately, I won't be able to defend this...
(Roth pats the title resting on his shoulder.)
Heavy Metal: ...the thing that I live and breath for...in front of the people that I live and breath for here tonight.
(Many of the fans begin booing. Some even go as far as to scream "NO!")
Heavy Metal: Actually, uh, I won't be able to compete for...for quite some time. I won't go into details, but it's gonna require surgery, and I go under the knife tomorrow...
(Roth slowly removes his glasses, his bloodshot eyes the eyes of a man who's just had his dream ripped away from him. Now, he refuses to let his emotion show.)
Heavy Metal: So it's with a heavy heart that I must forfeit the International Championship. But rest assured, Billy...I'll be back. And when I do...your ass is mine.
(His words are cold and calculating and the fans let out a small cheer.)
Heavy Metal: Now...I've only got one thing left to say...
(Roth calmly tilts his head back and a gutteral roar originating in his stomach suddenly bursts free.)
Heavy Metal: NACHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
MATCH THREE
Interim International Championship Match
Triple Threat Match
Grimm vs. Nacho Grande vs. Sadistic
Referee: Joseph Buckland
The fans let out a roar and scream along with Metal! Almost as if on cue, "NACHOOOOOOOO!" blares over the PA system...
PCW Faithful: NACHOOOOOO!!!
Jerry Andrews: NACHOOO!
Al Laiman: Stop it. You're embarassing yourself.
"Hangin' Tough" by New Kids on the Block starts up and out pops the Low Wage Luchador and now both halves of the Tag Team Champions, Nacho Grande! The reaction of the crowds could be described as thunderous, but that'd be an understatement. Garbed in a mishmash superhero getup, the masked man thrusts both titles into the air, drawing another wave of cheers from the PCW Faithful!
Jerry Andrews: Nacho Grande did the unthinkable at Trauma two weeks ago when he defeated the "invincible" Horrors from Hangtown for the tag titles...damn near single-handedly!
Al Laiman: I think Billy Sadistic walking out on his brother might have played a small part...
Slapping hands with his beloved fans along the way, Nacho glides into the ring. The fans are dancing in the aisles as Nacho thumps his chest twice before pointing to the back...clearly paying homage to his sidelined partner and best friend, Heavy Metal. The music cuts out and is suddenly replaced with the twangy entrance to "Paint it Black" by the Rolling Stones. The ravenous cheers quickly turn to hateful boos as the elder Dillinger, Billy Sadistic, calmly brushes past the curtain. His hair, nearly reaching his shoulders in some places, is wild as ever, just like his thick, black mutton chops. No fans reach over the barrier for an attempted high-five as the Phenom paces down to the ring and cautiously climbs in, his eyes never leaving the luchador.
Jerry Andrews: Billy Sadistic is...well, sadistic. He, along with his brother Grimm, have ended countless careers during their time here in PCW. At Trauma Sadistic took a baseball bat to Heavy Metal's knee putting him on the shelf indefinitely. Will Nacho Grande be next on his list of our of work wrestlers?
Al Laiman: You know, when it comes right down to it, this is almost a two-on-one handicap match...
Jerry Andrews: Yes, but Nacho has been something of a bane for the Brothers Dillinger. Many call him the underdog. A blue collar man of the people. I call him a thorn in the Dillingers' sides.
Wovenhand's ominous tune "Winter Shaker" starts up and all eyes are on the entrance. After a short wait, the Crimson Demon emerges from the back. His red mane and the upper portion of his shirt are slicked with water as he stands at the top of the ramp staring at the men in the ring. The fans respectfully boo one of the most dangerous men in the company. He doesn't care.
Jerry Andrews: If ever there were a big fight competitor in the PCW, it would be this man. His pay-per-view track record is simply amazing. You've gotta believe that Phinehas Grimm is the odds on favorite to walk out of here tonight with the International Championship.
Al Laiman: I can't argue with you, Jerry. Grimm is one of the most respected men in this business for a reason.
Grimm makes his way to the squared-circle and oddly enough, no fans attempt to slap hands with him, either. Upon entering the ring, he eyes both men before backing into a corner. The music slowly fades out and the anticipation begins to build. Holding the interim championship high in the air, the referee then gives it to the timekeeper for safekeeping and calls for the bell.
Jerry Andrews: Grimm and Sadistic have been at odds over the past month or so. Will they be able to function as a cohesive unit here tonight?
Inside the ring, Sadistic slowly turns and glares at his brother. Sadistic steps towards Grimm, and the Lord of Misrule meets him halfway. The brothers come nose to nose and the fans are on their feet. Even Nacho watches from across the ring, ready for fireworks. Not a word is spoken as both men simultaneouly turn to look at Nacho...and in a flash they force the luchador back into the corner! The fans boo mercilessly as Nacho covers up against a barrage of fists and feet! A double Irish whip sends Nacho to the opposite corner. Grande springboards of the mid turnbuckle and catches the charging Horrors with a double crossbody block and the fans explode! Nacho is up in an instant and the brothers feed him for a half dozen deep armdrags before powdering to the outside. Nacho is a ball of fire and the fans are on their feet!
Al Laiman: Nacho is holding his own against the former Tag Team Champions!
Jerry Andrews: Nobody has more heart than Mr. Grande and that's a fact!
Taking an eight-count, the Dillingers elect to enter the ring on opposite sides of the ring. Refusing to be outnumbered, Nacho quickly charges the Lord of Misrule and a forearm sends him flying into the guardrail. Sadistic is back in, but Nacho turns in time to catch him with a series of stinging knife edge chops. Pushing the Phenom against the ropes, he whips him into the far side and catches him with a hip toss. A pair of armdrags are followed up by a standing dropkick that stuffs Sadistic through the ropes to the outside! Again, the fans erupt!
Jerry Andrews: Nacho Grande is fighting valliantly, but how long can he fight the numbers game?
Grimm is in the ring, and he clobbers Nacho from behind. Using some stiff Muay Thai knees, Grimm batters the masked man into the nearest corner and begins dismantling the fan favorite with some nasty looking strikes. Phinehas tops off the vicious combination with a headbutt...only Phinehas is the one that goes weak in the knees. Buckland is confused. The fans are confused. Even Laiman and Andrews are confused...
Al Laiman: What the hell?
...Nacho drags himself out of the corner and leans on the ropes facing the fans. Digging into the eyehole of his mask, he slides out what looks to be a small, flat sheet of metal. Flashing it to the crowd with a grin, he quickly flicks it to a young fan in the front row before turning back to Grimm.
Al Laiman: Well, that wasn't exactly legal...
Jerry Andrews: Legal, shmegal. Nacho's gotta do what Nacho's gotta do to even the odds. Besides, that kid in the front row got a nice souvenier...
As Nacho turns to face Grimm, he's leveled by a Billy Sadistic clothesline! The Phenom begins stomping away on the high flyer before pulling him off the canvas by the mask and introducing his face to the top turnbuckle pad. Sadistic gets in a few kicks to the stomach before lifting the luchador to the top rope. Following him up to the second turnbuckle, Sadistic throws Nacho's arm over his head and prepares for a superplex. Cameras are held at the ready.
Jerry Andrews: Superplex coming up!
(An uppercut stuns the Phenom, followed by a headbutt! When Sadistic still refuses to let go, Nacho leans in and clamps his teeth into his forehead! Sadistic finally lets go and Nacho shoves him to the mat. Standing perched atop the corner, Nacho slowly points both index fingers high into the sky and the fans are on their feet. Grimm is back, but Nacho quickly retargets and drills him with a missile dropkick right between the nipples! Phinehas goes down and Nacho quickly makes the cover!
One...
Two...
Grimm gets the shoulder up!
Al Laiman: You're not going to pin a Phinehas Grimm without hooking the leg. Sadistic is back up, and he walks right into another patented Nacho Grande armdrag followed by an elbow drop. Nacho quickly covers, this time hooking the leg.
One...
Two...
Sadistic rolls a shoulder up!
Pulling the Phenom up by the chops, Grande whips him into the ropes and catches him on the rebound with a beautiful hurricanranna right into a pin attempt!
One...
Two...
Grimm breaks up the pin with a boot to the back of the skull!
Jerry Andrews: Grimm makes the save with a heavy boot to the cranium!
Grimm goes on the offensive, whipping Nacho into the ropes and planting him with a spinning spinebuster! Phinehas goes for the pin.
One...
Two...
Kickout!
The crowd lets out a sigh of relief. Grimm is relentless. He yards the taco lover off the mat and drops him over his knee with a backbreaker! With Nacho temporarily out of commission, the Destroyer-at-Noonday climbs to the top rope. Phinehas measures his opponent before leaping off the top rope with a breath-taking Swanton Bomb...
Al Laiman: Nobody home!
Jerry Andrews: Grimm eats nothing but canvas!
Unfortunately for Nacho, there will be no breaks. Sadistic steps in to pick up where his brother left off...but walks right into an inverted atomic drop! The fans are behind Nacho as he fires of with some big right hands. Sadistic is on his heels, but he quickly turns the tables with a knee to the mid-section, an eye gouge, and a blatant bite to the face! The boos are showered upon the Phenom as Bucky Joe issues a verbal warning.
Al Laiman: Funny how the fans don't like it as much when it's Sadistic doing the chomping...
Sadistic finally backs away, throwing his hands up as if he'd done nothing wrong. Then he resumes his assault on a tiring Nacho Grande. The two-on-one battle has finally worn him down. Ready to do his worst, Sadistic forces Nacho back into the corner and begins blatantly choking the fan favorite. Again, Buckland attempts to intervene. A stray backhand from the Phenom inadvertantly grazes the referee and he's knocked into the ropes. Nacho seizes the opportunity to employ his own underhanded tactic: A punt to the crotch! The fans erupt as Sadistic drops to his knees, his eyes crossing in pain! Grimm is up, and he moves in for the kill. Nacho catches him with a thumb to the eye! Again, the fans roar their approval. Grabbing each man by a mass of hair, Nacho rams their heads together and the Dillingers drop to their hands and knees! The fans are standing!
Jerry Andrews: Somehow...someway...Nacho is still hanging tough against two of the most vile bastards in the PCW!
Grabbing Sadistic by his greasy locks, Nacho charges the ropes and hurls the Phenom out over the top! He lands with a loud thud. Nacho drags Grimm to his feet, pulls him vertical by the seat of his pants, and spikes him into the mat with a nasty looking piledriver! The fans are holding their breath as Buckland comes around just in time to make the three-count...
ONE......
TWO......
THREE!!
Jerry Andrews: NO! Grimm just got the shoulder up!
Al Laiman: That must have been two and fifteen sixteenths!
Both men are slow to their feet as Nacho sends Grimm to the ropes. Nacho with the leap frog...a drop down...and Grimm plows into the referee! The fans groan.
Jerry Andrews: Grimm just knocked Buckland silly. Silly!
Al Laiman: This doesn't bode well for Nacho Grande.
Staggered by the impact, Grimm takes a Nacho boot to the abdomen, followed by a sitout powerbomb! There is no referee to make the count. Shoving Grimm's legs aside, Nacho crawls to the corner and wills himself to climb to the top. After what seems like an eternity, Nacho slowly points both fingers into the air before taking flight...and CONNECTING...with a picture perfect elbow drop straight into the heart of Grimm!
Jerry Andrews: 2AM Drive Thru!
Nacho slowly drapes an arm over Phinehas, but Buckland is still down and out. Nacho can't believe his luck. He even administers his own unofficial three-count, but it's meaningless. Crawling over to Buckland, he shakes the groggy official awake. Again, Nacho makes the cover. Buckland, eyes still glazed over, slowly makes the count. The fans hold their breath...
ONE..........
TWO..........
THREE....NO!!!
Grimm shoots the arm up at the last minute, and the fans are about ready to riot! Nacho is beside himself. Bucky Joe is still on his hands and knees trying to shake the cobwebs loose.
Jerry Andrews: What does Nacho have to do to put Phinehas Grimm away?
Nacho takes Grimm to the corner and hoists him up onto the top turnbuckle. What does the Low Wage Luchador have in store for the Crimson Demon? Something spectacular, no doubt...until Grimm spews red mist into his eyes, that is! Eyes burning and unable to see, Nacho is a sitting duck. Locking him in, Grimm drills Nacho with the Harvest from the second turnbuckle and the luchador is out cold!
Al Laiman: Grimm with the Harvest, and I don't think Nacho's gonna get up from that one!
Grimm pulls himself to his feet as he gazes down at his foe...
CRACK!!!
...a flying steel chair swung with ill intent crowns the Lord of Misrule, and down he goes through the ropes and all the way to the outside! Sadistic peers out at his brother, a small trickle of blood already starting to flow from his forehead. Sliding the chair out of the ring, the Phenom capitalizes on Grimm's Harvest and cover Nacho Grande. Buckland, oblivious to the foreign weapon, rolls over to make the count.
ONE.....
TWO.....
THREE!!!
The fans let out a groan and many start booing, absolutely disgusted by the way this one has just ended.
Jerry Andrews: I can't believe it. What a snake! Billy Sadistic just wrapped that steel chair around his brother's head! His own brother!
Al Laiman: A sour ending to a great match. And a gutsy effort from Nacho Grande. He was literally battling two men out here tonight.
Mark Long: The winner of this match...and NEW Interim International Champion..."The PHENOM" Billy Sadistic!
(The boos rain down from the cheap seats as Sadistic greedily takes HIS International Championship.)
Jerry Andrews: Apparently in the Dillinger family, gold is thicker than blood.
Al Laiman: But...gold IS thicker than blood.
(Sadistic quickly exits the ring as Grimm rolls back into the ring, his face a bloody mess from that chairshot. Sadistic grins cockily as he wags a finger at his brother. Grimm simply stares, the betrayal running fresh down his face.)
Jerry Andrews: I'd hate to be in Billy Sadistic's boots right about now.
Al Laiman: Why? He's the champion!
Jerry Andrews: No amount of gold is worth the wrath of Grimm...
(The PCW-tron cuts to the backstage area and the fans go crazy at the sight of the Pure Class Wrestling World Champion preparing for his upcoming title defense. The World Championship belt rests beside him as he focuses on his footwear. LoKi looks ready for the fight of his life as the camera switches over to a different portion of the backstage area. Literally marching down the hall is a short, plump old man dressed in a khaki outfit.)
Jerry Andrews: Who in the world...
(The old man, sporting a classic white handlebars mustache, has a perfectly round face with rosy red cheeks. Stepping along the hallway, the stout man encounters Justin Kaard and comes to an abrupt halt! Engaging the youngster, the old man begins speaking in a thick German accent.)
Old Man: Guten tag! Maybe zee could help vee. I'm looking for my boy.
Justin Kaard: Your boy?
Old Man: Yes. My boy.
Justin Kaard: Sorry, man. I don't know what you're talking about.
(The German studies Kaard for a moment before replying cheerfully...)
Old Man: Danke.
(Turning an about face, the little old German marches off in the opposite direction. Kaard is as baffled as the fans are.)
