Hostile Takeover 3

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PCW Hostile Takeover 3
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Live on Pay-Per-View from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina

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Introduction
Details: (Before fans are treated to PCW's latest PPV offering, they're greeted with a parental advisory warning. Violence galore awaits, apparently. The warning fades to the inside of a jam-packed Pure Class Arena. The crowd is raucious for the big event as "Hostile Takeover" by the Debt Collectors kicks in. Fireworks shoot off around the stage as the camera pans around the arena before settling in front of the commentary booth. Al Laiman and Jerry Andrews are dressed in their finest for the night's festivities.)

Jerry Andrews: Welcome to PCW Hostile Takeover 3! Tonight will make wrestling history. The federation hangs in the balance tonight as Team Walker takes on Team Marshall in the ultra-violent and dangerous War Games match in the main event.

(The camera peers up into the rafters above the ring and finds the custom made three compartment cage hanging ominously. Two smaller compartments have been welded on either side to house each team.)

Al Lamain: Eight men will be trapped inside of the unforgiving steel structure. Two men will start with team members being released in random order every three minutes.

Jerry Andrews: After all eight men have entered, the match will officially begin with one team being declared the victor after forcing an opposing member of the opposite team to submit or surrender.

Al Laiman: AND...to ensure that one and ONLY one man enters every three minutes, any wrestler that decides to leave before his designated time will be fired by "The Icemann" Luis Malave!

Jerry Andrews: Harsh penalty.

Al Laiman: He means business.

Jerry Andrews: And speaking of business...

It's...SHOWTIME!!!
Details: (...decorated PCW legend, Hollywood icon, and all-around badass Mikey Wryght is captured in the VIP garage stepping out of his black stretch limo as flashbulbs blind from all directions. Decked out in gold-rimmed aviators and a tailored pin-striped suit, Showtime's evening wear puts the garb of Andrews and Laiman to shame. With his trademark half smirk on his face, Wryght pushes his way through the throngs of media and into the Pure Class Arena. The door closes behind him bringing some peace and quiet.)

Showtime: Yikes!

(Making his way through the catering area, Showtime helps himself to a pickle spear. Taking a bite, he puts it back down on the platter without missing a step. Rounding the corner, Wryght nearly collides with old nemesis Phinehas Grimm. Watching on the PCW-tron, the cheers from the fans echo throughout the hallways.)

Grimm: Michael.

(Showtime returns Grimm's "greeting" with a similar one.)

Showtime: Phinehas.

(Two men that had nearly crippled each other on many occasions, saying there's some tension would be an understatement. Phinehas Grimm, Billy Sadistic, and Mikey Wryght shared a violent, intertwining history that dated back over a decade. While Mikey had gone on to make millions headlining movies and gracing magazine covers, Grimm and Sadistic were still trying to kill one another...just as he'd left them.)

Grimm: Saw your last movie...

Showtime: Yeah?

Grimm: It sucked.

(Clearly not in the mood for Grimm's antics, Showtime takes a step closer and leans in.)

Showtime: I hated you about as much as one man can hate another man. If you think my feelings have changed, you're wrong. I still hate you. Lucky for you that I hate your brother just as much.

Grimm: I know you're here to promote your newest movie. Splendid. What you do while you're nancing around in Hollywood is your business. So long as you stay out my way, we won't have any problems.

(The smirk returns to his face as Showtime casually unbuttons the top button of his pin-striped jacket and slides out of it...revealing a zebra striped referee shirt underneath!)

Showtime: You see this shirt? This shirt means that tonight...in the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina...

(Showtime gets a cheap pop from the fans.)

Showtime: ...I'm a PCW official. And not just any official. I'm the referee in your match against Billy Sadistic. Just to make things crystal clear, if you or Billy even so much as LOOK at me funny I've got no problem kickin' your ass!

(The fans let out a roar as Showtime and Grimm stand nose to nose. The shot switches to a different area of the building...)

Could be worse.
Details: (...where Shane Dodge is standing with reigning International Champion and bonafide twisted bastard, Billy Sadistic. The belt lacks luster on the shoulder of the Phenom as he gazes upon Dodge with a smug look on his mug.)

Shane Dodge: Standing to my right is PCW International Champion Billy Sadistic. Tonight, he'll be facing his brother Phinehas Grimm in what promises to be an extremely brutal match. The twist is that "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght has been inserted into the equation as tonight's special guest referee. Your thoughts?

Sadistic: My thoughts? I think Phinehas has obviously been pulling some strings to get his old buddy Showtime to take precious time out of his busy Hollywood schedule just to come back and watch his back. I think it's a great injustice that they've turned one of the biggest matchups in PCW history into what is now essentially a gimmick handicap match. I think it's garbage.

Shane Dodge: Well, if it's any consolation to you, your International Championship won't be on the line.

Sadistic: Actually, Shane, it will be.

(Although a bit confused, the fans let out a sharp roar.)

Sadistic: You see, Phinehas...Alejandro Walker...whoever, has decided to stack the deck against me tonight. Stack away! Billy Sadistic is a fighting champion! I put Heavy Metal on the shelf! I took the belt from two men! And I will go on to be the greatest International Champion of all time!

Shane Dodge: Whoa! You're putting the title on the line?

Sadistic: Don't worry, Shane. It's coming home with me. Trust me...

MATCH ONE
International Championship Match
Sadistic (International ©) vs. Grimm
Special Referee: "Mr Showtime" Michael Wryght
Match Details: The camera returns to the ringside area where the PCW Faithful await unadultered violence.

Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen...the opening match is scheduled for ONE FALL...and is for the PCW International Championship! Introducing first...the special guest referee..."MR. SHOWTIME" MIKEY WRYYYYYYYGHT!!!

The fans erupt as "Jesus Walks" by Kanye West hits and out walks Showtime in dress slacks and custom referee's shirt. He wears that cocky half smile as he heads down the aisle.

Jerry Andrews: Mr. Showtime is back from Hollywood for one night only to officiate this war of attrition between the Brothers Gruesome.

Al Laiman: How impartial do you expect him to be?

Jerry Andrews: Considering the history he has with both of these men, I think he'll employ some equal opportunity refereeing...

Mark Long: The challenger...from Hangtown, Kentucky...weighing in at 217 pounds...GRIIIIMMMMMMMM!!!

"Winter Shaker" by Wovenhand plays over the speakers and out walks the Lord of Misrule, Phinehas Grimm, cold and calculating. He receives a big ovation from the paying audience. As always, he pays the fans no mind as he heads down to the ring. Stepping through the ropes, the old rivals' eyes meet.

Jerry Andrews: No love lost between these two.

"Paint it Black" by the Rolling Stones hits and the boos are immediate. "The Phenom" Billy Sadistic steps through the curtain with the International Championship snapped around his waist. His smug little smirk says it all as he heads down the ramp.

Al Laiman: Those of you with weak stomachs might want to divert your attention for this one.

Sadistic rolls into the ring as the music cuts out and the fans go silent. Showtime approaches to reiterate the rules, but the look in the brothers' eyes convinces him otherwise. He steps back as Grimm and Sadistic meet in the middle of the ring. Grimm's eyes are cold. Sadistic's are eager. Billy has some choice words for Grimm, but he gets no reaction.

Jerry Andrews: Billy Sadistic has been trying to pick a fight with his brother for the past two months, but to no avail.

Shrugging his shoulders, Sadistic delivers a stiff shove to the chest. Grimm steps back into the center and comes nose to nose with his brother.

Al Laiman: Sadistic continues to throw caution to the wind.

Grinning from ear to ear, Sadistic slaps Grimm across the face with such force that the Lord of Misrule nearly does a 180...

Jerry Andrews: Oh dear.

...and Grimm retaliates with a monster right hand that puts the Phenom on his ass! The fans jump to their feet and the cheers are deafening. Crab walking to the edge of the ring, Sadistic quickly bails to the outside. Grimm gives chase. Showtime begins the ten-count.

Jerry Andrews: And Sadistic is running from his brother.

After two laps around the ring, Sadistic quickly dives into the ring and jumps to his feet, waiting for Grimm to follow. Grimm rolls halfway in and quickly rolls back out as Sadistic approaches. Grabbing Sadistic by the ankles, he yanks him to the mat and yards him back out of the ring. And the fight is on!

Al Laiman: Grimm is really giving Billy the business!

Any offense by Sadistic is extinguished by the pinpoint strikes of the Abomination of Desolation. Grimm batters a staggered Sadistic around the ringside area as the ten-count is pounded out by Mikey Wryght. Sadistic dives back into the ring out of survival instinct and Grimm is right behind him...and the Phenom quickly turns the tables. Jumping Grimm as he rolls back in, he begins choking his younger brother.

Jerry Andrews: Veteran move by Sadistic.

Grimm counters the choke with a thumb to the eye, which Showtime leiniently allows. The battle goes sour from here. Eye gouges, fish hooks, rakes to the back, hair pulling, beard pulling, scratching, and biting replace wristlocks and bodyslams. Mikey issues a few verbal warnings, but otherwise lets the brothers get after it.

Jerry Andrews: Just like those childhood backyard brawls in Hangtown...

The underhanded tactics give way to some brutal, high impact offense. Grimm lands a thrust kick, a backbreaker, and a crushing wheelbarrow facebuster, but Sadistic hits a German suplex, a brainbuster, and a bone shattering swandive headbutt! In the end, neither man has garnered the advantage. Showtime can only watch as neither man has attempted a pinfall after over ten minutes in.

Al Laiman: I'm beginning to suspect they're trying to kill each other...

A thrust to the throat leaves Sadistic gasping for air, and Grimm moves quickly locking his brother in for the Harvest. As Grimm leaps into the air, Sadistic lunges to the ropes and hurls him over the top! But Grimm hangs on and pulls Sadistic along with him! The fans are on their feet and Sadistic is clutching his right forearm.

Jerry Andrews: Oooh. Sadistic landed awkwardly on that arm. He may be hurt.

The Phenom is clearly favoring his arm, but he fights on. The battle continues on the outside as Showtime's ten-count flares back up. Grimm attempts an Irish whip into the ring steps but Sadistic stumbles and somehow reverses. Phinehas rams the steps at an odd angle, the side of his right knee making contact first, and he's flipped over the top. He immediately clutches his knee as the fans let out a groan.

Al Laiman: That didn't look good.

Showtime has reached nine as the battle continues. Grimm struggles to stand, and when he does Sadistic blasts him in the face with the ring bell! Grimm drops and a puddle of blood quickly begins to form on the protective mats. Ready to count both men out, Showtime simply shakes his head and halts the count. Sadistic pulls Grimm up by the hair...and Grimm strikes with a low blow! Sadistic goes down and Grimm grabs a steel chair! Showtime exits the ring.

Jerry Andrews: My word! Look at Grimm's nose! It's broken!

Sure enough, Grimm's nose is gushing blood. Using the steel chair, Grimm brings it down hard across Sadistic's back! Sadistic pulls himself back up with the ring apron, and Grimm crowns him with the edge of the chair! Sadistic is knocked silly as a nasty gash has opened along Sadistic's forehead. Measuring the chair above Sadistic's throat, Grimm raises it for the final blow...but Mikey Wryght yanks it out of his hand!

Mikey Wryght: Get back in the ring!

Shouldering Showtime out of the way, Grimm pulls Sadistic up by the chops. Showtime takes exception to the show of disrespect and confronts Phinehas...giving Sadistic ample time to lift his brother into the air and drop him throat-first onto the guardrail! Again, Showtime orders them back into the ring. This time, Sadistic shoves him over the already toppled ring steps and the PCW Faithful let out a wave of boos!

Jerry Andrews: Sadistic just shoved Showtime and we have a referee down!

Tossing Phinehas back into the ring, Sadistic follows still favoring his right forearm. Grimm stands, but he can barely walk on his right leg. Both mens' faces are caked with blood. Phinehas connects with a stiff jab to Sadistic's already wounded forehead and blood goes flying. Phinehas attempts to lift Sadistic onto his shoulder but the weight buckles his knee. Sadistic drops behind but Grimm connects with a mule kick that doubles his brother over. That's when Grimm hits...

Jerry Andrews: The Harvest! Sadistic is out!

Grimm drops down for the count. But Showtime is still on the outside. The fans count the three for him, for what it's worth. Frustrated, Grimm goes to the edge of the ring and shouts down to Showtime, who is coming to. Sadistic is slow to his feet, but when Grimm turns the Phenom kicks him in the wounded knee. Hunched over, Sadistic plants him with the Sadistic DDT! The crowd goes silent as Sadistic slowly flops an arm over his chest. Moments later, Showtime rolls back into the ring.

One...
Two...
Three!!!

Jerry Andrews: No! Grimm just got the shoulder up!

Showtime rolls back to the outside as the Dillingers attempt to regain their wits. Sadistic is up first, followed by Grimm. Billy lands a right hand, followed by Grimm. Each blow causes blood to fly as the brothers trade blows in the center of the ring! The fans are on their feet once again. Sadistic kicks Grimm in the knee once again and locks him in for another Sadistic DDT. Grimm counters by grabbing the Phenom's injured arm and twisting it violently. Pulling Sadistic in, he plants him with another Harvest in the middle of the ring!

Al Laiman: Another Harvest! That's gotta be it!

Phinehas collapses atop his brother. Seeing this, Showtime returns to the ring...with a steel chair. Wryght makes the count.

One...
Two...

Suddenly, Mikey stops. A betrayed look on his face, Phinehas glances at Showtime. Showtime shakes his head. Rather than count the three, Showtime drops the chair in front of Grimm and tell him to wrap it around Sadistic's head...much to the crowd's delight. Looking at the chair, then at his brother, Grimm grabs the weapon.

Jerry Andrews: This is bad...

Wrapping the chair around Sadistic's neck for a chairstomp, Phinehas heads to the top rope bad wheel and all. Sadistic isn't moving. As Showtime watches, he unexpectedly sneezes and backs into the ropes causing Grimm to lose his balance! Grimm falls crotch first onto the top rope and Showtime can't believe what he's just done!

Al Laiman: What the...?

Sadistic wiggles out of the chair as Grimm gingerly pulls himself down from the top rope. Hobbling out of the corner, Grimm turns right into Sadistic and his steel chair. The Phenom swings for the fences! But Grimm ducks! The Lord of Misrule rips the chair out of Billy's hands...but Sadistic quickly rolls around behind and takes Grimm down with a schoolboy roll up!

One.Two.Three!

Showtime calls for the bell as Grimm kicks out! Showtime quickly leaves the ring and Sadistic ain't far behind him.

Mark Long: The winner of this match...and STILL International Champion...Billy SADISTIC!!!

Jerry Andrews: I can't believe this! After one of the most brutal fights I've ever witnessed, Mikey Wryght has screwed Phinehas Grimm out of the International Championship and a win over his brother!

Al Laiman: I don't even know what to say. Mikey Wryght should be ashamed.

Winner(s): Sadistic via pinfall

The Jig is Up
Details: (Grimm is moving around the ring with a limp, blood dripping from his face, but his cold blue eyes are locked onto Showtime and Sadistic on the outside.)

Jerry Andrews: Why would Showtime help Sadistic?

(Outside the ring, Wryght and Sadistic come face to face...and hug! To thunderous booing, I might add.)

Jerry Andrews: Well, that explains it.

Al Laiman: So they were in cohoots all along?

(Sadistic, still holding his right forearm and gushing blood from the forehead, retrieves the International Championship and is helped to the back by Mikey Wryght. A couple boys from the ring crew rush out with buckets and sponges to attempt to mop up some of the blood from the canvas.)

MATCH TWO
North American Championship #1 Contender's Match
Usali Basilisk vs. Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith
Referee: Joseph Buckland
Match Details: Joseph ‘Bucky Joe’ Buckland signals to the timekeeper and the bell rings, bringing both competitors out of their corners. Basilisk and Smith seem tentative at first as they circle in the middle of the ring, trying to spot any initial weaknesses. Eventually, though, they see this won’t get them anywhere and they lock up in a Collar and Elbow Tie up. With a slight edge in strength, Smith gains the advantage with a headlock but is quickly forced back into the ropes and thrown across the ring. On the rebound Crazy Boy snaps off an Armdrag but Usali gets to his feet almost instantaneously to deliver his own Armdrag to an onrushing Crazy Boy. Again Smith jumps back to his feet and catches Usali with a Dropkick out of nowhere before pinning.

One…

Jerry Andrews: A fast start to this match.

Al Laiman: Let’s see how long that keeps up.

Usali kicks out but is set upon by Smith straight away, dragging him to his feet and whipping him across the ring. When Usali rebounds, Smith looks to hit a standing clothesline but the Dreeup ducks and turns. Just as Crazy Boy wheels around to meet him, Usali springs like he’s half man-half kangaroo, not half-man half-god, and hits a Standing Dropkick before landing perfectly on his feet and pinning.

One…
T…NO!

Both men get to their feet but Usali makes the first move to attack, grabbing Crazy Boy’ arm and trying to whip him into the ropes but it’s reversed. Usali flies across the ring as Smith ducks for an upcoming Back Body Drop only Usali to leap over his back and execute a Sunset Flip. Joseph Buckland is about to make the count when Crazy Boy rolls through and hits the ropes, recoiling back with a boot aimed at the silver mask of his opponent. Usali sees it coming and moves to avoid it, leaving Smith off balance and easy prey for a School Boy pin.

One…
Two…
KICK OUT!

Again each man gets to their feet but Basilisk is the fresher of the two and hits a Flying Back Elbow. Smith jumps back up onto to be hit by another Back Elbow from the Grand High Exalted One. This time Crazy Boy is insistent he won’t get caught again and rises with a clothesline but Usali ducks it and waits for his opponent to spin around before hitting a perfectly executed Hurricanrana that sends Smith flying to the outside. Frustrated by this, Smith takes a moment on the outside to compose himself but he doesn’t count on Usali launching himself over the top rope like the son of Skilups himself and hitting a huge Corkscrew Plancha.

Al Laiman: A huge move, and that’s why Usali is a former North American Champion. You never know what he’ll do next.

The crowd gives a huge ovation to the leader of the Ascension as he salutes them and throws Crazy Boy back into the ring. Drunk on applause, Usali takes another moment to play to the crowd before finally sliding back into the ring. Before he can get to his feet though, Smith lashes out with a vicious punt to the ribs that the crowd are less than impressed by.

Jerry Andrews: It looks like the frustration is finally getting to Crazy Boy.

Taking advantage of the blow, Smith drags Usali to his feet and nails a Pendulum Backbreaker in the middle of the ring. Using his knowledge of submissions, Smith almost immediately locks in a Bow and Arrow Lock to exploit the new weakness of his opponent. Buckland drops to his knees to ask for a submission, but he’s got more than enough experience in submitting to know Usali is nowhere near to breaking. Smith pulls harder but it’s no use and eventually he releases with some damage done… damage he amplifies with a brutal leaping elbow drop across the back of Usali. Dragging Basilisk toward the corner, Smith climbs to the second turnbuckle and throws himself backwards with a vicious Moonsault straight across the lower back of his opponent before pinning.

One…
Two….
T…NO!

Al Laiman: By taking out the lower back of Basilisk, Smith’s making it much hard for him to go for that fast paced high risk offense we’re used to seeing. It’s a very intelligent strategy.

Crazy Boy goes back on the offensive right away and lifts Basilisk to his feet and then onto his shoulders. Beginning to spin wildly, Smith is trying to head to Samoa on Crazy Airlines but Usali snaps out of his daze and transitions into a sickening Crucifix that drives Smith down onto his neck with a whiplash effect.

One…
Two…
THR…NO!

Usali struggles up to his feet, as does Crazy Boy in a dizzy haze but he’s too dizzy to block a High Leg Clothesline that knocks him back to the mat. Again Smith tries to get to his feet but he’s met by Usali who grabs his head and moves to the corner for a Tornado DDT. Basilisk throws himself off the turnbuckles but Crazy Boy still has the awareness to stay on his feet. Instead of dropping with the move, Smith plants his feet and flings Basilisk overhead into the turnbuckles with a back-snapping Northern Lights Suplex. The crowd gasp at the crumpled figure of Basilisk in the corner but before they can linger on the image, Smith pulls him out of the corner and locks in a…

Al Laiman: High Angle Boston Crab!

Jerry Andrews: Don’t you mean the Walls Of Jericho?

Al Laiman: Jeri-what? I have no idea what you’re talking about Andrews.

Joseph Buckland immediately asks the question but receives no answer, Usali is far too preoccupied finding a way to escape. He can’t find one as Smith tightens the hold even more, placing an almost unbearable pressure on the back of Basilisk. With all the burning anger of Inferatus focused straight into his back, Usali claws for the ropes but they’re too far away. Bucky Joe asks for the submission again and this time Usali replies with a huge “NO!” and channels the power of Ascension into his legs, powering through the hold and throwing Smith across the ring. Usali struggles back to his feet only to receive a jarring knee to the midsection and an instantaneous One Arm DDT that plants him on the top of his head.

One…
Two…
THR…NO!

Jerry Andrews: Usali is only just clinging on in this match.

Al Laiman: The punishing submissions from Crazy Boy have really taken it out of Usali, he’s got to be running on adrenaline.

Wasting no time, Crazy Boy applies the Crazy Nerve Hold to the neck of Usali who grunts with pain and tries to find a way to escape. This time he has the use of his legs and arms and fights back to his feet before retaliating with a combo of elbows to the ribs. Once released by Smith, Usali hits the ropes and rebounds back with pace. Crazy Boy lashes out with a Big Boot but Usali ducks and carries his momentum into the ropes where he executes a Handstand and then bounces back with a stunning Handspring Back Elbow. The crowd are pumping and Usali is fuelled by their support as he grabs Smith’s head, runs up the turnbuckles and nails the Tornado DDT.

Jerry Andrews: The fans are feeding Usali with energy and now he’s heading to the top.

Al Laiman: With the condition of his back, I have to question the sanity of this choice.

Slowly Usali begins to climb the turnbuckles and eventually reaches the top as Crazy Boy is getting to his feet. Basilisk sets himself, hears the calls of the masses in attendance and throwing himself off in a somersault for the Dragonrana. At the last moment Smith sees him and dives out of the way, causing Usali to crashland on the mat ass first. Crazy Boy struggles onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckles out of pure instinct as Usali clutches his back. Once he reaches the top, Smith takes aim and launches himself off with a driving missile dropkick straight into the back of the seated Usali.

One…
Two…
THREE!
NO!

Smith looks up at the referee in disbelief and tells him it was a three count but Joseph Buckland has none of it. Getting up to his feet, Smith begins to scout his opponent who is only just moving. Slowly Usali gets to his knees and Smith makes his move, hitting the ropes and goes for the Scissor Kick. As his leg comes down for the killing blow Usali moves out of way and, driven purely by will power, leaping into the air. Wrapping his legs around the back of Smith’s head he nails a sickening Reverse Hurricanrana, driving Smith down on the top of his head.

Jerry Andrews: A brutal move and now both men are down!

Al Laiman: That may have been the last Usali had to give.

The referee begins to count as neither man is moving, reaching four before there’s so much as a twitch. Slowly both men start moving and the referee passes six. Using the ropes, both men pull hard at eight and are finally up to their feet at nine to the fans’ delight. Stumbling into the middle of the ring both men see each other at the same time and Smith hits out with an elbow. Usali stumbles backwards but replies with one of his own. Using all of their remaining energy the two men exchange blow after blow.

Eventually Usali gains the advantage with a vicious headbutt and sets Smith up for a Brainbuster. Usali hauls his opponent into the air but somehow he kicks hard and drops out of the back. Usali turns but receives a boot to the gut and gets set up in a suplex hold. Smith hauls Usali into the air before spinning and nailing the Spinning Falcons Arrow.

Jerry Andrews: Crazy Slam!

One...
Two…
THREE!
KICK OUT!

Al Laiman: Usali Basilisk just kicked out of the Crazy Slam!

Jerry Andrews: I don’t know how but Usali is still in this match!

Tyrone Smith has the look of a man that doesn’t know what else he can do but he has one more move left in his arsenal and he moves to the corner. Usali looks dead on the mat as Smith climbs to the top and steadies himself. Finally, Smith flings himself off the top into a spin and looks to nail the 450 Knee Drop called the Crazy Spin… but Usali rolls out of the way. Crazy Boy corrects himself in mid-air and rolls forward, preventing a bad landing. He turns to go back on the attack but Usali jumps up, wraps his legs around his waist and locks in the Guillotine Choke.

Jerry Andrews: The Gift is locked in! Does Smith have anything left to escape it?!

Smith tries to fight back but within second he fades and falls to his knees. Usali’s eyes begin to glow red with a supernatural hue and Joseph Buckland asks for a submission. Trying to withstand the effects of the submission, Smith says no but after a few more seconds his actions have all but ceased entirely. The referee lifts his hand once and drops it with no resistance. He repeats the action but again there’s nothing. Buckland lifts his arm a third time and drop it straight to the mat and signals for the bell.

Mark Long: Your Winner by KO… USALI BASILISK!

Mark Long’s announcement is met with cheers through the arena but Usali still has the hold locked in. Referee Buckland calls for him to release but the Dreeup is apparently not listening and the red glow is now stronger than ever as if he’s possessed by something. Buckland tries to break the hold himself but even the former PCW wrestler can’t separate Usali from Smith. As a last resort he begins to count to five.

One…
Two…
Three…
Four…
FIVE!

Still Usali doesn’t release and Buckland calls to the back for assistance while moving to the ropes. He says something to announcer Mark Long who lifts the mic to his mouth and announces….

Mark Long: Referee Joseph Buckland has disqualified Usali Basilisk. Therefore your NEW Winner is ‘Crazy Boy’ Tyrone Smith!

Hearing this, Usali finally lets go as road agents and EMT’s hit the ring to separate him from Smith and to check on the state of the new Number One Contender to the North American Title. Usali looks confused and angry at what just happened but retreats up the ramp at the insistence of the referee.

Winner(s): Tyrone Smith via disqualification

Machine: Unattended
Details: Jerry Andrews: Bad luck for Usali Basilisk on that one.

(The PCW-tron comes to life and the giant German known as Machine is seen on the big screen. Clad in all black as usual, the over-seven-footer is standing in front of a closed door.)

Al Laiman: What is he? A watch dog?

(As the camera pans out, it's revealed that somebody was kind enough to spraypaint a bright yellow smiley face across his chest. Lungs pushing his massive chest up and down, the big man is otherwise motionless.)

Jerry Andrews: Man, somebody must have a death wish...

MATCH THREE
North American Championship Match
High Tide © vs. Andy D
Referee: Eric Russo
Match Details: Referee Eric Russo calls for the bell and the match begins. Both competitors come out of their respective corners and don’t hesitate in getting the action underway as they dive straight into a collar and elbow tie up. There’s no clear advantage to either man in height or weight but High Tide uses his wily pirate ways to lock in a headlock. Tide wrenches hard on the neck but Andy pushes him back into the ropes and sends him rushing across the ring. On the rebound the young Mr. D goes for a Hip Toss but the hours of swash buckling have clearly done miracles for Tide’s agility and he rotates in mid-air to land on his feet. Both men look surprised but quickly Tide goes for an Armdrag that Andy rolls through. Both men get back to their feet only for Andy to swipe them from underneath his opponent and drop into a lateral press.

One…

Eric Russo is barely on the mat before High Tide pushes out and runs at Andy who leaps off his feet and hits a Dropkick in an instant. Again Andy goes for the pin.

One…

Again Eric Russo’s work out is for nothing as Tide quickly lifts his shoulder.

Jerry Andrews: Andy D is really showing High Tide that he’s not going to lie down in this match.

Al Laiman: It’s what you have to do in a match like this; show the champion you deserve to hold his belt.

Andy goes on the offensive and pulls Tide to his feet before whipping him into the ropes. On the rebound Andy ducks his head but a moment too early and Tide lifts his boot into the nose of his challenger. Quickly Tide locks up the disoriented opponent and nails a Snap Suplex in the middle of the ring. Not content with just one, Tide rolls through and nails another. Still not satisfied, High rolls back to his feet and hauls Andy high into the air for a third suplex. This time Andy kicks hard and struggles free, landing behind Tide before rolling him up into a pinning predicament.

One…
Two…
NO!

Jerry Andrews: Again Andy with the pin. Could High Tide have underestimated his challenger here?

Al Laiman: Tide does have a tendency to be cocky, but then again he has a right to be. He’s the champ after all.

Tide gets to his feet and sees an incoming Andy once again. Out of desperation (or just Piratey deviousness) he lashes out with a vicious thumb to the eye. The crowd boo with gusto but really… what did they expect?! Tide takes full advantage and hits the ropes before nailing a Jumping Heel Kick into the jaw, sending Andy to the mat in a heap. Immediately, Tide goes to the corner and begins to climb to the top. Andy begins to stir, holding his bludgeoned noggin in pain as High Tide reaches the top turnbuckle. The water-treading scallywag gives a look toward his lovely manager, Chelsea, before launching himself off the top with a Frog Splash. While Tide hangs in the air, Andy sees him coming and rolls evasively, causing the Rated ARRRRR Superstar to plummet into the mat like a cannonball.

Al Laiman: Crash and burn from the Rated ARRR Superstar!

Jerry Andrews: Rated ARRRR Superstar is now trending worldwide on Twitter.

Al Laiman: Who the hell cares, Andrews?!

Andy gets to his feet and sees Tide prone on the mat. Taking his opportunity he executes a textbook Oklahoma Roll.

One…
Two…
THR…NO!

Tide gets his shoulder up in time and both men struggle back to their feet, the Salty Seadog looking much the worse for wear. Andy grabs High Tide and sets him for a scoop slam, lifting him into the air but the slippery pirate slides out the back door and lunges with a boot to the back of the knee. As Andy drops to his knees, Tide hits the ropes and returns with a shuddering Dropkick straight to the back of his opponent’s head.

Jerry Andrews: That will knock anyone loopy.

Al Laiman: He’s friends with 2Guys, if that didn’t do it I’m sure he’ll be fine.

Tide goes straight back up the turnbuckles, nothing if not persistent, and throws himself off with another Frog Splash, this time hitting it perfectly.

One...
Two…
THR…NO!

Andy kicks out at the last moment but is given no respite by the frustrated champion who drags him unceremoniously to his feet. Before Andy can put up any defence he’s hit in the face by a vicious forearm but all that does is knock the cobwebs out of his brain. Tide receives a forearm in return and both men begin to throw shots one after another. Eventually Andy gets the advantage, his shots forcing High Tide back onto the ropes but he doesn’t stop there. In a rare moment of brutal tenacity brought on by gold fever, Andy continues to hammer Tide with blows until he needs to hold onto the ropes to stay vertical.

Jerry Andrews: Andy really wants that title around his waist.

Al Laiman: The way he’s going he could well have it.

With Tide sufficiently weakened, Andy turns and rushes at the opposite ropes. Rebounding with speed he goes to clothesline the champion over the top rope but Tide has the resourcefulness of a dastardly sea-bandit and ducks. Andy can’t stop his momentum and Tide lifts him up and over the top rope with huge air time before moving into the centre of the ring cockily. Andy, however, twists in mid-air and lands like a cat on the apron. The fans cheer, but Tide thinks it’s for him as he struts around with the belief that Andy burned on the outside.

Jerry Andrew: He’s behind you!

Al Laiman: Proof that you belong in a pantomime, not a wrestling arena.

Andy sets himself while Tide continues to taunt the fans and spring up onto the top rope. Throwing himself forward, Andy hits a Springboard Missile Dropkick to the back of Tide and sends him flying forward through the ropes to a huge ovation. Tide lands hard on the outside and pushes himself wearily to his feet while Chelsea makes her way around the ring to check on him. Before she can arrive though, Andy hits the ropes and leaps over the top rope with a huge Somersault Plancha, slamming Tide and himself down to the matting in a mish-mash of yellow-clad pirate and silver dragons.

Jerry Andrews: Andy D is really pulling out all the stops to win his first PCW title.

Andy struggles up to his feet first and receives an ear-aching applause from the crowd but somehow he hears the noise of Eric Russo counting and throws Tide back into the ring. As Andy slides into the ring he finds Tide pulling himself up with the ropes and goes after him. Tide sees the attack coming and acts first with a vicious elbow, knocking Andy back momentarily before he replies with his own. The two exchange blows again, both men tired by the their exertions but giving everything they have left with each blow until Andy comes out on top. With Tide stunned, Andy hits the ropes again but is stopped in his tracks when Chelsea grabs his foot.

Al Laiman: Now what’s the pirate’s girlfriend doing!?

Looking innocent as ever, Chelsea sees Tide recover slightly and lets go of Andy’s leg. Shaking off the interruption, Andy resumes his sprint at the North American Champion but gets lifted into the air and dropped throat first onto the top rope by Tide. Andy collapses to the mat and Tide moves straight to the corner and begins to climb from the inside. Once at the top he throws himself backwards with a Moonsault… but eats canvas as Andy rolls clear. As Tide tries to recover, Andy jumps up to his feet, hits the turnbuckle and uses it as a springboard to throw himself backward, twist and execute a Sunset Flip Pin.

One…
Two…
THREE!
NO!

Jerry Andrews: Tide only just got his shoulder up that time, I’m not sure he can take much more.

Andy stares at Eric Russo and questions the count but he remains steadfast. Now losing his patience, Andy grabs Tide’s head and hauls his dead weight up to his feet. Dragging him over to the corner, Andy climbs to the second rope and sets up the Tornado DDT. Hurling himself through the air, Mr. D twists for the DDT but Tide stays on his feet, throwing Andy to the mat instead. Seeing his chance, Tide hits the ropes and rebounds into the brutalising Tilt A Whirl DDT, leaving Andy motionless on the mat.

Jerry Andrews: Lay With The Fish! It’s over!

Tide takes a moment to shake off the haze and rolls Andy onto his back for the pin.

One...
Two…
THREE!

High Tide lifts his arms high into the air but the referee waves his adamantly.

Al Laiman: Andy got his shoulder up!

Tide turns to see the referee signalling a two count and loses what little patience he has left. He turns to Andy and pulls him up to his feet but Andy is barely able to stand. The Rated ARRRR Superstar hits the ropes again and goes straight for another Tilt-a-Whirl DDT… but Andy rolls through it. Tide tries to recover but Andy, driven entirely by adrenaline, hits the ropes and nails a sick Shining Wizard.

Jerry Andrews: Dragon’s Bite out of nowhere!

One…
Two…
THREE!

Al Laiman: KICK OUT! How the hell did the champ kick out!

Andy looks dead on his feet as he looks at the referee with near complete dejection at the now apparent two count. Trying to refocus, Andy pulls Tide up but gets lifted up onto his shoulders with no warning. Tide goes for the Over The Shoulder DDT but there’s yet another reversal as Andy lands on his feet and rolls Tide up into a Small Package.

One…
Two…

The referee is about to count three when all of a sudden Andy goes limp and Tide reverses the pinning predicament.

One…
Two…
THREE!

Mark Long: Your Winner and…. STILL PCW North American Champion, HIGH TIDE!

Jerry Andrews: What the hell just happened?

A replay goes across the commentators’ monitors and shows a closeup of the Small Package. As Eric Russo counted two High Tide pulled an object out of his tights and used it to bludgeon Andy while the referee was out of position.

Al Laiman: High Tide had to cheat to beat Andy! That no-good snivelling piece of c…

Winner(s): High Tide via pinfall

Rallying the Troops
Details: (Laiman is cut off in mid-sentence as we're taken backstage via split screen with Team Walker in one room and Team Marshall in the other.)

Jerry Andrews: Looks like Marshall and Walker are trying to rally the troops.

Al Laiman: Can you blame them? The fate of PCW hangs in the balance.

(Marshall is adamantly discussing gameplan with his men while Walker is calmly conversing with his. Stormm and TUHA are sitting off to one side non-challantly while NCM calmly keeps to himself on the other. In the other room Los Amigos Dos and LoKi huddle together going over gameplan while Lantlas keeps to himself. Simultaneously, an official enters each room and instructs them that it is time for War Games...)

MAIN EVENT
War Games Match
Team Walker vs. Team Marshall
Referees: Tyrone Little; Roberto Garcia; Eddie Lane
Match Details: Skylar Marshall's team is ushered out first accompanied by plenty of boos. Marshall remains in the back. Once they've been locked in their holding cell Team Walker is escorted out from the back. They receive a nice ovation from the PCW Faithful. Walker, too, waits in the back. Once all of the men are trapped in their mini cages, the crowd begins to buzz with anticipation.)

Jerry Andrews: This is it, folks. This is what we've all been waiting for. It's for all the marbles. The fate of Pure Class Wrestling is on the line!

Al Laiman: That's right, Al. Will the PCW be turned over to the scrupulous Alejandro Walker, or the diabolical Skylar Marshall? A tale of good versus bad has never been so clear cut.

Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for the War Games match! One man from each team will begin the match. Then, every three minutes, one door from either side will be randomly opened. At that point, one and only one man may enter the ring. If more than one man attempts to enter, he will be FIRED ON THE SPOT! This will continue until all eight men have entered the ring. Then, and only then, will the match begin. The match will continue until one man from one team either submits or surrenders!

Jerry Andrews: That sounds simple enough.

Al Laiman: Doesn't it?

Bloodstains are still splattered about the mat from the Grimm/Sadistic battle that started the show. A picture in picture is placed in the bottom corner of each side of the screen showing Marshall nevervously pacing in his room while Walker watches a monitor intently in his room. Head referee Tyrone Little stands in the middle of the ring. Eddie Lane has been assigned gatekeeper of Team Marshall's cage while Roberto Garcia tends to Team Walker's. Getting the okay from both officials, Tyrone gives the okay to the timekeeper and the match is underway.

Jerry Andrews: And here we go!

Both cage doors are opened simultaneously. Michaels emerges from Team Marshall's cage as Justin Kaard is the first man in from Team Walker. Stormm cockily climbs in through the ropes and is blasted immediately by a Justin Kaard springboard dropkick! Clearly caught off guard, Michaels is reeling from the attack. The Adrenaline King pushes the attack and scores a couple quick slams before backing Stormm into the corner. Mounting the second turnbuckle, Kaard drops ten consecutive punches into the top of Stormm's dome...which the crowd gladly keeps tally for.

Jerry Andrews: Justin is really taking it to Justin. Wow. That was a bit confusing.

The picture in picture of Walker returns and he's clearly happy with the way things are going. The countdown timer appears on the PCW-tron.

10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1!

The door to Team Marshall's cage opens and Loco flies out of the cage. The fans boos as he hops over the top rope. Loco is fired up and he runs right into a clothesline from the Adrenaline King! Kaard takes Loco head first into the nearest turnbuckle, then turns and floors Stormm with a running lariat! Kaard is able to hold down the fort for a little over a minute before a Loco eye rake turns the tables. Loco enjoys the advantage at first, but he's quickly joined by Stormm. Stuffing Kaard into a corner, Loco and Michaels unleash a two-man stompfest on the tag champ!

Al Laiman: The numbers game finally caught up with Justin Kaard and he's at Team Marshall's mercy right now.

The beating continues and now it's Skylar Marshall's turn smile on the picture in picture. The timer returns to the big screen.

10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1!

Team Marshall's cage opens once again, and this time the boos grow deafening. Jason Willard enters next and the advantage begins to snowball. Kaard is already hurting. The members of Team Walker trapped in their cage are just itching to get out. Alejandro Walker can't believe the odds on the picture in picture while Skylar Marshall is absolutely loving it!

Jerry Andrews: Extremely bad luck for Justin Kaard as he is the unfortunate recipient of a three-on-one beatdown from Justin Michaels and Tha Unholy Alliance.

Michaels takes the opportunity for a breather as Willard steps in and picks up where he left off. TUHA take Kaard to the ropes and whip him into the other side. On the rebound, Kaard levels both men with a double-clothesline...but any hopes of a comeback flattened by a Justin Michaels belly-to-belly suplex! TUHA serve up a spike piledriver and follow that with a double-team powerbomb! Kaard is out of it as Stormm punishes the weakened youngster with the Force of Nature. The boos reign down. Willard and Loco hold Kaard up so that Michaels can get in some wide open shots.

Al Laiman: Man, Justin Kaard is taking a fantastic beating in there!

10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1!

Team Walker's cage finally opens and...

PCW Faithful: NACHOOOOOOOOOO!!!

...flies out! Diving into the ring, Nacho is a ball of fire. Big right hands are fed to all three of his adversaries. Then seconds. Then thirds! Grabbing rival Willard by the back of the head, Grande launches him face-first into the unforgiving steel cage! The fans erupt! Kaard rolls to the edge of the ring apron where he lays in a heap. Nacho sets his sights on Loco and goes to work. A trio of deep arm drags followed by a dropkick find Loco slouched down in the corner. Hitting the opposite corner, Nacho builds a head of steam and smashes Loco with an awesome flying splash! And then Michaels blindsides him!

Jerry Andrews: Michaels out of nowhere and Nacho is down!

Nacho's beating begins with stomps to the chest from Stormm. Then Loco joins in. And finally Willard is there. All three men stomping the daylights out of Nacho Grande. Kaard is still down on the apron. Things look bleak for Walker in the picture in picture as the big screen comes to life.

10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1!

Jerry Andrews: Who's next?

Finally, Team Walker's door opens and out steps Lantlas. Was last Trauma a fluke, or was Lantlas back to his old self? Lantlas calmly enters the ring as the Havoc Three stop and look at the elf. Lantlas confidently takes the center of the ring as his three opponents slowly circle him. Nacho rolls to the opposite side of the ring while Kaard is still down on the other side. On command, all three converge at once! A quick kick to the gut halts Loco, a spinning backfist drops Willard, and a series of kicks and palm strikes send Michaels through the ropes. The fans are loving every minute of it!

Al Laiman: The Elven Warrior is cleaning house!

Lantlas catches Willard with the Elvish Tale and the crowd roars! Loco steps up next and the Elven Warrior takes him out with the Written Word! The fans pop again!

Jerry Andrews: Willard is down! Loco is down!

Michaels, sneaky as ever, ambushes Lantlas from behind and takes him into the corner. A blantant choke is enough to slow down the white hot Lantlas. Nacho makes it back to his feet and Stormm meets him in the middle of the ring. Willard and Loco slowly sift back into the mix, last joined by Kaard. Before long it's a three-on-three brawl all around the ring.

Al Laiman: Things are finally all evened up.

10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1!

Team Marshall's gate opens and out comes Non Compos Mentis. A Lantlas thrust kick to the jaw drops Stormm to the mat as Los Amigos Dos pair off with TUHA. NCM steps through the ropes...and takes Lantlas to the mat with a spear! Mentis unloads rights and lefts until Lantlas rolls him over and the two begin scuffling on the mat.

Jerry Andrews: Non Compos Mentis and Lantlas are trying to tear each other apart!

The picture in picture shows both Skylar Marshall and Alejandro Walker sitting on the edge of their proberbial seats, nervous about the outcome of the match...and their jobs. The brawl goes back and forth between the two teams with neither group gaining a clear advantage. Loco and Nacho engage in some old fashioned punch-kick while Kaard and Willard do a bit of the same. Lantlas and NCM have posted up in the center of the ring and they duke it out with the fans hanging on every blow.

Al Laiman: These guys are kicking the crap out of each other!

Stormm is back up and he walks right into a Justin Kaard huricanranna! Willard takes advantage by throwing Kaard shoulder-first into the ring post! Nacho Grande then drops Willard with a springboard moonsault! Which is followed up by a Loco facebuster! Loco, celebrating, turns right into a Lantlas pump kick! NCM, seeing his spot, charges Lantlas and they take each other out with a dual clothesline! All seven men are down!

Jerry Andrews: The ring is filled with carnage!

10...9...8...7...6...5...4...3...2...1!

The final buzzer sounds and it's time for LoKi, the final participant, to enter. Unfortunately, there seems to be a problem with the door releasing. LoKi, waiting patiently, is trapped in his cell. Referee Garcia struggles to open the cage, but to no avail.

Jerry Andrews: What in the world?

The picture in picture shows a furious Alejandro Walker and a giddy Mr. Marshall.

Al Laiman: Hmmm...that's fishy.

LoKi continues to wait. All seven men begin to recover but Team Marshall's four-on-three advantage eventually wins out as Lantlas and the tag champs succumb to the numbers game.

Jerry Andrews: This is a huge handicap for Team Walker with LoKi still trapped in his holding cell. And without LoKi, the eighth member, locked out the match can't officially begin.

Non Compos Mentis destroys Nacho with the Fractured Mind, but gets taken out with the Adrenaline Rush by Kaard! A stalling double brainbuster from TUHA sets Kaard up for the high flying Point of Domination! Lantlas connects with a double clothesline that sends TUHA through the ropes. Stormm is waiting for Lantlas and when Lantlas turns, the elf is the quicker of the two and he catches Michaels with the Flame of the West!

Jerry Andrews: Justin Michaels is down and...the cell door has finally opened?

Sure enough, the cage has opened and LoKi is free. Rather than burst into the ring, LoKi is calculating with his movements. Taking his time, LoKi slowly steps into the ring. Lantlas turns his attention back to NCM as LoKi casually drops onto Stormm and locks in the Broken Wings! Stormm refuses to tap as the crowd is on their feet. Walker is going crazy in the picture in picture!

Jerry Andrews: Stormm has nowhere to go! Skylar Marshall is beside himself in the back!

Michaels puts up a valiant effort, but with no help in sight he is forced to submit!

Mark Long: The winner of War Games...Los Amigos Dos, Lantlas, and LoKi...Team WALKER!!!

The fans erupt into ravenous cheers as Skylar Marshall can be seen destroying his dressing room on the picture in picture!

Winner(s): Team Walker when LoKi forced Justin Michaels to submit

The Way of the Future
Details: (With Team Marshall vanquished, it is now time for Team Walker to celebrate!)

Jerry Andrews: Team Walker wins! Team Walkers wins! That tyrant Skylar Marshall is no more!

(TUHA, Stormm, and NCM are still down on the mat recovering from the grueling contest. LoKi, still fresh, retrieves his World Championship as Los Amigos Dos and the Elven Warrior, all exhausted, celebrate in the ring. LoKi hangs back from the group, perhaps celebrating in his own little way.)

Al Laiman: Wait a minute. What is LoKi doing?

BAM! LoKi, without provocation, drills Nacho Grande in the back of the head with the championship belt! Before Kaard can react, he takes a shot to the back of the head as well! The fans are absolutely shocked. Sensing that something is amiss, Lantlas turns...and takes the World Championship belt directly in the face!!!)

Jerry Andrews: No! What in the hell is LoKi thinking?!

(Not finished yet, LoKi traps Lantlas in the Broken Wings and begins pulling back on the hold as all three referees try to pry him off of the elf. After what seems like an eternity, LoKi finally releases the hold. Grabbing the World Championship, he raises it high above his head as he stands tall amongst the seven scattered bodies.)

Jerry Andrews: LoKi...what have you done...?

*CLICK*

Overview

Sadistic d. Grimm via pinfall
Tyrone Smith d. Usali Basilisk via disqualification
High Tide d. Andy D via pinfall
Team Walker d. Team Marshall when LoKi forced Justin Michaels to submit

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Thanks to Rick, Josh, and Luis for their help with the results this week. I'd also like to thank all those who have contributed to segments for this show.