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PCW Mass Destruction 2
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Live on Pay-Per-View from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina
Introduction to the Big One
Details: (Years in the making, or so the introduction proclaims. A brief video montage of important bits from PCW's illustrious history are highlighted, dating all the way back to those hard to find Trauma episodes that are surely floating around somewhere. And then old aerial footage from the outside of the MGM Grand in Las Vegas is shown.)
Sunday. February 5, 2006. The first incarnation of the Big One, Mass Destruction. Jerry Andrews and Mike Williams - whatever happened to that guy? - commentate the historic event in front of a standing room only crowd. Johnny Vivacious is shown hitting the Vivaclasm on then-North American Champion Non Compos Mentis to pick up the win and his first PCW championship. "The Prophet" Marcus Murdoc is shown surviving a guantlet with the number one contendership on the line by choking out "Mr. Showtime" Mikey Wryght with his dragon sleeper submission. Grimm and International Champion LoKi's brutal match ends in a draw due to interference from Mikey Wryght, who is then chased away by Pegasus. In the main event, World Champion Ace Anderson retains his title against Justin "Stormm" Michaels with some help from a figure four leglock and added leverage from the ropes.
(Mass Destruction's record setting past comes full circle to today. History in the making. Bitter feuds. Championships up for grabs. Careers on the line. The three hundred dollars spent on front row seats will seem like Wal-Mart bargains when the Big One is all said and done. The clock strikes eight and the fireworks begin!)
Jerry Andrews: This is it, ladies and gentlemen! The Big One! Mass Destruction 2! March 4th, 2012...and WE...ARE...LIVE!!!
Al Laiman: I can hardly hear over this jam packed crowd and all the pyros!
Jerry Andrews: This is it! The culmination of over a year of blood, sweat, and tears! Epic quests, bloody feuds, and broken friendships all coming to a head right here tonight!
Al Laiman: Let's not forget about our sponsors, Jerry.
Jerry Andrews: Right. PCW Mass Destruction 2 is brought to you tonight by Under Armour! Protect this house! And by "A World Beyond" starring PCW's very own "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght. Still in select theaters for a bit longer. Go see it because it's a good one.
(AC/DC's "Shoot to Thrill" starts up, Mass Destruction 2's official theme. Brief snippets from some of the epic feuds culminating on tonight's extravaganza are shown on the PCW-tron while the duo continues to introduce the show.)
Jerry Andrews: The World Championship, the International Championship, and the North American Championship are all on the line tonight!
Al Laiman: Speaking of the North American Championship, what a collection of blue chip title contenders. The champion, Tyrone Smith...well, they don't call him "Crazy Boy" for nothing. Usali Basilisk..."The Grand High Exalted One" is a modern marvel, endowed with powers by the gods. His gods. High Tide, the unruly pirate, is a true high flying pioneer with skills rivaling fellow high flier Justin Kaard. And Andy D is the guy that many are proclaiming to be the future of the company. An all-around talent full of potential.
Jerry Andrews: Those four men will be competing in the Championship Scramble up next, but only one will walk away the North American Champion!
Match One
North American Championship Match
Championship Scramble Match
Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith © vs. Usali Basilisk vs. Andy D vs. High Tide
Referee: Eddie Lane
Match Details: With all four men in the ring, Eddie Lane can hardly contain the tension and quickly signals for the bell, allowing the caged animals to go nuts. Once the bell rings out, however, all four men barely move as they apparently scout their opponents. The tension between the four men continues to build, none wanting to leave the others a window to attack, until High Tide of all people takes a step forward. He looks at both Andy D and Usali, then points at the champion to insinuate they should team up to take him out.
Jerry Andrews: All of the challengers have a tough choice; take out the champion or take out your competition.
Al Laiman: Both have their pros and cons but at the end of the day you need to pin the Champ to win the match.
As good-hearted as the others may wish they are, they seem to go along with Tide’s plan as they see the benefit. All three challengers begin to close in one Tyrone Smith who backs himself into the turnbuckles like a cornered animal, preparing to fight his way out. Before he can though, Tide drops back and does what all good pirates do… stabs his opponent in the back. This time it’s Andy who gets clubbed in the back, distracting Usali in the process and allowing Smith a chance to attack. Throwing an elbow into the neck of Usali, Smith forces him back just as Tide lands another two shots to the back and attempts a backdrop. He can’t manage it and Andy replies with a sharp punch to the head and a flying Enziguri kick to the back of the head.
Jerry Andrews: Good advice kids; Piracy doesn’t pay.
Al Laiman: I bet you supported SOPA as well, didn’t you?!
Tide rolls to the outside, allowing Andy to join Usali and make it a threesome in the ring. All three men exchange shots, elbows flowing in a particularly violent circle until finally Andy falls by the wayside. This leaves Crazy Boy and Basilisk alone once again, but again Smith catches Usali off guard with a stiff Dropkick. Usali gets to his feet onto the be whipped across the ring, but on the rebound he has the awareness to jump up and nail a rapid Hurricanrana that launches Smith to the outside with Andy and Tide. As those three resume their fight, Usali sets himself inside the ring and rushes at the ropes, throwing himself over the top with a spectacular Corkscrew Plancha, sending all three men to the floor.
Jerry Andrews: The momentum has to be on the side of Usali in the early going as he throws Smith back into the ring.
Al Laiman: Let’s remember though that picking up a win this early could have negative repercussions; you become the target for all three men for possibly the next twenty minutes.
Jerry Andrews: You hit the nail on the head, Al. One school of thought says it’s better not to go for the title until the final few minutes of the contest.
Usali gets Smith into the middle of the ring and makes a lateral press for the pin.
One..
Tw…NO!
It’s way too early and Smith won’t give up his title that easily. Usali pulls Smith to his feet but gets caught with a slug to the gut. Recovering fast, Crazy Boy hits a series of elbows that weaken his opponent and let him turn and hit the ropes, rebounding with a Jumping Heel Kick to the silver mask. Out of instinct Smith goes for a pin, but Lane refuses to count as he is already the interim champion. Smith realises this but too late to regain his feet before a freshened High Tide attacks from behind with a boot to the back. The dastardly pirate follows it with a couple of pounding forearms and a Snap Suplex for good measure.
The Rated ARRRRR Superstar hits the ropes quickly and drops with a running leg drop across the throat of the Champion. Seeing a chance to capitalise, Tide goes to the corner and begins to climb, reaching the top and throwing himself backwards with a Moonsault. At the last moment Smith rolls out of the way and Tide crashes and burns in the middle of the ring.
Jerry Andrews: High Tide thought he could steal a win there… just what you expect from a surly pirate!
Tide tries to get back to his feet but Smith is there before him and rebounds off the ropes with a Guillotine-esque Scissor Kick down on the neck. With Tide out of commission Smith gets to his feet with a satisfied look on his face, having safeguarded his precious title, but doesn’t see Andy climb into the ring behind him. Smith turns straight into a ferocious Running STO from Andy but the young Mr D is caught almost immediately by a flying Dropkick from Usali who comes from nowhere. After hitting the dropkick, Usali uses Andy as a springboard and lands a Drop-Sault on Smith simultaneously. As Andy falls out of the ring, Usali goes straight for the corner and scales it to the top. From there he steadies himself and launches his body off like a missile before plummeting to into Smith’s head with a silver-coated Suicide Headbutt.
Jerry Andrews: Ascension Dive! Smith is out of it!
One…
Two…
THREE!
Mark Long: The New Interim North American Champion is… Usali Basilisk!
Mark Long’s announcement sparks Andy D into action on the outside and he jumps onto the apron behind Usali who is still getting to his feet. Once Usali turns he sees Andy getting ready and goes to cut him off, only to receive a shoulder to the gut. Springing over Usali, Andy rolls into a Sunset Flip pin to try and steal the title.
One…
Two…
NO!
Usali reverses, pushing his weight forward into a straddle position but quickly realises this pin wouldn’t be counted as he’s the current ‘champion’. Unfortunately for him, this hesitation allows Andy to reverse by pushing out to the side and landing in a prawn hold for the pin.
One…
Two…
TH..NO!
Usali reverses by pushing Andy’s head down and transitioning the move into a Sitout Pinning Position. This time, however, Usali knows he cannot pin and has other ideas, quickly getting back to his feet while holding the move. Using all his strength, Basilisk hauls Andy up into a Powerbomb setup and rushes forward… but Andy reverses yet again into a Hurricanrana that sends Usali flying through the ropes to the outside.
Al Laiman: Intense action here, a pinfall could come at any moment!
Andy measures Usali on the outside and turns to hit the ropes… and walks straight into a Jumping Heel Kick from High Tide. With Andy groggy, Tide picks him off the mat and throws him out of the ring next to Usali before measuring both men. Tide hits the ropes and rebounds before throwing himself through the ropes with a torpedo-like Suicide Dive that takes out both men.
Throwing Usali back inside, Tide follows him in and goes for the pin.
One…
Two…
NO!
Tyrone Smith comes from nowhere to break up the pin and immediately set about removing Tide from the situation. Pulling the salty seadog to his feet, Crazy Boy hits a combo of elbow strikes and whips Tide across the ring. On the rebound he swings a Lariant at Tide’s head but the pirate ducks and carries his momentum into the opposite ropes. This time Smith turns and gets hit by a huge Spear from Tide, knocking him painfully to the mat clutching his midsection.
Al Laiman: Now all Tide needs to do is capitalise on Usali being down!
Tide sees Usali struggling to get back to his feet and scouts him like he would a bottle of rum, ready for devouring. Once The Grand High Exalted One finds a vertical base, Tide hits the ropes and rebounds with a Tilt A Whirl, ready to hit the Lay With The Fish DDT… but Usali reverses, throwing him overhead with a powerful Northern Lights Suplex. Usali pushes himself to his feet and gets hit immediately with a boot to the gut from Crazy Boy. Smith sets up Usali quickly and lifts him high into the air before nailing the Spinning Falcons Arrow dead in the middle of the ring.
Jerry Andrews: Crazy Slam! Can he regain his spot as interim Champion?!
One…
Two…
THREE!
Mark Long: The New Interim North American Champion is… Tyrone Smith!
A huge smile creeps across the face of Smith as Usali rolls to the outside and he thinks about holding that North American Title once again, but his smile is cut short by Andy D who appears in the ring and hits the ropes in front of Smith. While the current interim champ is on his knees, Andy throws himself forward and hits a vicious Running Dropkick to the face. Going for the pin Andy hooks the leg…
One…
Two…
NO!
Tide recovers just enough to dive across the ring and make the break. Andy and Tide are the first two men to get to their feet and begin to exchange blows. Open handed punches rain down from each man until they spot a third man to their side, Smith, who lands a hard elbow to the temple of Andy. Giving a nod to each other, Smith and Tide grab an arm each and whip Andy into the ropes. Rebounding back they both duck and lift Andy up and over the top rope… but he twists in mid-air and lands on the apron. Neither man realises until they both turn around and see the majestic sight of Andy flying through the air with a pair of Springboard Single Legged Dropkick, hitting both men instantaneously.
Jerry Andrews: Just like that the momentum shifts again!
Al Laiman: You can’t rule out any of these men from picking up that final pin!
Despite taking out both men, Andy still has the same problem as both Smith and Tide get to their feet at the same time. He attacks Crazy Boy with an elbow first, then the Rated ARRRR Superstar, moving back and forth between each of them to hold off the assault. That is until they turn to the left and see a figure perched on the top rope… Usali Basilisk.
Al Laiman: How the hell did he get up there so fast?!
Grouped together they’re ripe for the picking and Usali throws himself off with a huge Flying Crossbody… and is anticlimactically caught by all three men who stumble backward to the ropes. Regaining their composure, all three look over their shoulders and have the same idea. With one large heave, Smith, Andy and Tide throw Basilisk over the top rope with a Triple Fallaway Slam and watch as he falls the near ten feet to the floor and crashes into the thin matting with a sick thud.
Jerry Andrews: Good lord! That could have put Basilisk out of this match!
All three men continue to stare at the crumpled body of The Grand now-not-so-High Exalted One on the outside until High Tide sneaks behind Smith and ever-so-sneakily rolls him up with a surprise School Boy Pin.
Al Laiman: Pirate Code!
One…
Two…
THREE!
NO!
Andy makes the save just in time and sets his sights on the opportunistic pirate. He hits a collection of Knife Edge chops on his opponent and forces him back onto the ropes. Whipping Tide across the ring, Andy waits for him to return and throws him overhead with a Back Body Drop. The rum soaked pirate gets to his feet quickly but his head is captured by Andy would rushes up the nearest corner, twists and nails a Tornado DDT. Realising he need to find Smith to get a pin, Andy turns and find him… or more specifically his boots as they impact his face with a High Flipping Dropkick.
Jerry Andrews: There’s the danger of this match, you can’t escape your opponents.
Smith pulls Andy to his feet and lifts him onto his shoulders for the Airplane Spin. He begins to rotate around but Andy lashes out with an elbow to the ear that allows him to drop out behind Crazy Boy. Before the interim-champion can turn, Andy leaps up and executes a picture perfect Enziguri kick to the back of his head, dropping Smith to a knee. Andy spots the window to gain his first pinfall and signals for the Shining Wizard.
Jerry Andrews: He’s calling for the Dragon’s Bite!
Andy hits the ropes but Smith sees it coming and cuts him off before he can nail the move, hauling him back up onto his shoulders and spinning wildly. This time Andy can’t resist and is swung around into a daze before being driven into the mat with a Drop straight to Samoa. Smith gets back to his feet but it’s clear the spin has taken its toll on him too as he stumbles backward and turns to see High Tide on the top turnbuckle. Helpless thanks to his dizziness, Crazy Boy can only watch as Tide leaps off and performs a Shooting Star before grabbing his head and nailing the Shooting Star DDT.
Al Laiman: Off The Plank! That’s It!
But as Tide looks up again he sees only the flying form of Usali as he comes from nowhere yet again to hit the Dragonrana, throwing him clear of the ring and to the floor Usali was gracing not that long ago. Tide hits hard, tumbling all the way to the security barrier. Seeing Smith still motionless, the clearly injured Basilisk makes the pin.
One…
Two…
THREE!
Mark Long: The New Interim North American Champion is…. Usali Basilisk!
Jerry Andrews: There are only a few minutes left and still Crazy Boy and Usali Basilisk are the only men to have held the title.
Al Laiman: Tide and Andy need to move fast if they want to leave with the title!
Usali pushes himself up but he clutches at his back in pain after his huge fall earlier. As Smith rolls painfully to the apron, Andy joins Usali on his feet and throws a strong elbow into the exposed neck of his opponent. Usali retaliates with one of his own and the two men exchange blows until Andy manages to come out on top. After another combo of strikes he hits the ropes and returns with a powerful Running STO. Going to the corner, Andy climbs from the inside and reaches the top in no time. Once there he looks back and throws himself off with a Moonsault, but again Usali digs down deep and moves out of the way. Andy crashes into the mat and struggles to his feet, weakened enough for Usali to jump up and lock in the Guillotine Choke.
Jerry Andrews: The Gift! But… his eyes aren’t glowing like we usually see with this move.
Andy tries to resist the move, and Usali appears to be struggling with the pain in his back and can’t lock it in as deep as he’d like. Still it’s less powerful that it has been before as if Usali can control the power now. Holding on, Andy extends his arm but doesn’t tap… instead he uses it to hammer blows into the ribs of Basilisk. Soon these get slower and weaker until they stop and Andy drops to a knee. Eddie Lane asks too see if Andy is still conscious and gets no answer.
Al Laiman: While this doesn’t get Usali another win, it will neutralise one of his opponents and increase his odds of keeping that title around his waist.
Suddenly the sight of Crazy Boy can be seen climbing the turnbuckles closest to Usali. Realising he has all the time in the world since Usali is already the interim champion, Smith takes a moment to pick his spot and dives from the top with a sickening Missile Drop aimed precisely at the base of Usali’s skull.
Jerry Andrews: Forget Andy, that could have knocked Usali out cold!
Al Laiman: And now all three men apart from Smith are out of it.
Smith notices that he’s the only man standing and goes to the turnbuckle once again. As Andy rolls out of the way, Smith throws himself off the top and rotates a full 450 degrees before slamming into Basilisk with the Crazy Spin.
One…
Two….
THREE!
Mark Long: The New Interim North American Champion is… Tyrone Smith! And we have entered the final two minutes!
Tyrone looks relieved yet again to have hold of his beloved championship but the smile is wiped off his face by the mention of the time limit approaching. Determined to keep hold of the title, Smith pushes the near unconscious Usali to the ropes and then to the floor with another thud.
Al Laiman: This is smart, Smith is clearing the ring to buy himself a few extra seconds.
Jerry Andrews: But is it enough to last two whole minutes?
Smith catches sight of Andy D pulling himself up using the ropes, still weak after The Gift, and rushes at him before clotheslining his opponent over the top rope. Now Smith is the lone man in the ring and he begins to pace back and forth, his eyes darting from one side to the other. The timer shown on the Tron ticks down second by second and Smith’s anxiety increases with every one of them.
Jerry Andrews: With every second Crazy Boy gets more likely to hold onto that title.
High Tide wearily pulls himself to his feet using the barrier on the outside, holding his head after the impact earlier. Through his haze he sees Smith in the ring and makes a move to get back into the action… but Crazy Boy sees him early and nails a baseball slide Dropkick that sends him back again. On the other side of the ring Usali pulls his tired body onto the apron but receives the same treatment at Tide as Smith nails him with an elbow strike.
Al Laiman: Smith is letting nobody in that ring, and now we’re down to one minute!
Recovering at the same time, Usali and Tide give each other a nod and form an unlikely partnership thanks to the lack of time and both jump onto the apron at the same time.
Al Laiman: It’s the only way, they have to work together and hope at least one of them can get into the ring.
Smith makes a snap decision and runs to the corner, springing off the middle rope and turning in mid-air before hitting a Triangle Dropkick on… High Tide, knocking him back to the floor in a heap of rum-flavoured pirate. This allows Usali the chance to re-enter the ring though and he takes full advantage, running at Smith with full pace and hitting a whiplash inducing High Leg Clothesline. Smith tries to regain his feet but Usali lands a boot to his gut and hauls him into the air in a setup for the Crucifix Powerbomb.
Jerry Andrews: Ascension Bomb! If he hits it this match is surely over!
Usali rushes forward and… Crazy Boy falls out behind him. Out of desperation, Smith rushes forward and hits the ropes, rebounding and hitting a truly disgusting Running Big Boot to the back of his silver-domed skull. Usali crashes to the mat and rolls to the outside as Smith exhales a breath of relief. He looks at the clock as it passes twenty seconds and then turns to the left.
Jerry Andrews: Andy!
Andy D is on the apron behind Smith and leaps onto the top rope. Springing off he nails a Springboard Dropkick to the back of Smith’s head that forces him down to a knee. With fifteen seconds left Andy gets back to his feet and hits the ropes, rebounding with a last-gasp Shining Wizard that knocks Smith out cold.
Jerry Andrews: Dragon’s Breath! Now cover him!
The crowd begin to chant down the last ten seconds as Andy tiredly crawls back to Smith and drapes an arm over his chest.
One…
Two…
THREE!
The bell rings out merely a second later and the crowd erupts with cheers.
Mark Long: THE Winner and NEW PCW North American Champion… ANDY D!!!
Winner(s): Andy D via pinfall when Andy D pinned Tyrone Smith
Supply and Demand
Details: (The fans are still overjoyed from Andy D's big win as the cameras catch up with Viktor Krauser and his big, bad Machine preparing in the backstage area. Machine looks absolutely monstrous standing beside the short, stout Krout. Krauser impatiently checks his wristwatch.)
Man in Suit: There you are.
(This grabs Krauser's attention as three men in dark suits approach from stage left. Viktor acknowledges the man in the middle.)
Viktor Krauser: Bas, I told you never to find me here. Never at my place of buziness.
Bas: Yes. And you were supposed to have our money by Friday. It is now Sunday. You are two days late. I will now be forced to take more money from you.
(The accents are thicker than sauerkraut on sausage. Viktor does not look pleased by this most recent financial revelation.)
Bas: Pray we don't take anything more...
(For a brief instant, it looks as if Krauser will loose the Machine onto the trio of suits. Bas arches an eyebrow and Viktor has second thoughts.)
Bas: I will strongly caution you against such thoughts...for you know the results would be most...unfavorable.
Viktor Krauser: You'll get zee money. And then it will be done.
Bas: We hope so, Viktor. For your sake...
(Just like that, the three men in suits turn and exit stage left. Viktor is clearly frustrated. If Machine can't destroy somebody...anybody...tonight and earn a tidy match purse, things could get ugly in the Krauser camp.)
Viktor Krauser: Schizer!
(Reaching into his pocket, Krauser pulls out what looks to be a small device. As the camera pans out, Smith is seen peaking his head from around the corner. Smith, Machine's old tag team partner, still wears a mask after having his nose mutilated by Billy Sadistic. Tinkering with the gadget for a moment, Krauser returns it to his pocket. The shot returns to the ringside area.)
Match Two
Open Challenge
Machine (w/Viktor Krauser) vs. ??
Referee: Joseph Buckland
Match Details: Jerry Andrews: What was that all about?
Al Laiman: Not a clue.
("The Beautiful People" by Marilyn Manson hits and out marches Viktor Krauser. The fans don't hesitate to boo the little German. Machine ducks out from the back and lurches down the ramp like a giant, walking skyscraper.)
Jerry Andrews: You truly cannot appreciate the size of Machine unless you see him in person.
(The German duo enters the ring and Krauser calls for a microphone. The music cuts out but the residual boos linger a bit.)
Viktor Krauser: Ahhh...zee time has come! At Trauma I issued zee open challenge. Now, I ask, who has zee courage to face thees magnificent Machine? Who has zee braves? Who has zee...noots?!
Jerry Andrews: Did he just say "noots" Al?
Al Laiman: ...yes.
(There is a brief pause. Finally the entrance curtain moves and out steps...)
Jerry Andrews: Smith? Wow, seriously?
(Smith's appearance is met with utter silence. He walks awkwardly to the ring, brushes past Krauser, and stands toe to toe with Machine. Krauser looks as if he's going to burst into uncontrollable laughter. Like taking candy from a baby. Instead, the little German shrugs his shoulders and exits the ring.)
Al Laiman: Does Smith really think he's got a shot here?
(Rather than fight, Smith looks as if he's trying to talk sense into the Giant German. One of the cameras is actually close enough to pick up a bit of the dialogue.)
Smith: ...like I promised you. I'm gonna get you outta this...
(The bell sounds as Machine and Smith, former Tag Team Champions, stare at each other. Mask to mask. Shoving a hand into one pocket, Krauser lifts his thumb out in front of him...and then points it down. Machine jerks to life. He moves towards Smith but stops short. Frustrated, Krauser begins fussing with whatever is in his pocket. Machine's head jerks back and his giant meathook of a hand latches around Smith's throat. He plants Smith with the Goozle as Krauser watches on with an approving smile.)
Al Laiman: That didn't take long.
(Smith rolls to the outside so that he can unscramble his brains. Bucky Joe begins the ten-count but is promptly interrupted. The arena is suddenly cast into darkness, the words "You Think You Know Me?!" emanate into the arena as the opening riffs of "Orion" by Metallica erupt over the PA, sending the sold out crowd into a frenzy of groans and jeers. At about the 20 second mark, a single spotlight illuminates the center of the entrance stage, with a wall of smoke coming up over the stage at about the 40 second mark. At about the 45 second mark, a blue laser-light flicker slowly starts up, to which is added to by a golden laser-light flicker, then a red laser-light flicker, before finally, Alan Christopher walks through and stuns the crowd with a "Pose of the Magistrate", standing in front of the smoke wall behind him, the spotlight illuminating his impressive physique ten-fold. As he stands there, a lime green pyro blast shoots out, in the shape of an “A”, landing right over his head, coming into shape as his arms come to their peak. After showing off his physique to the crowd, Alan continues, he raises the book in his right hand into the air as he posing periodically for the crowd, the spotlight always following his every step before finally reaching the ring, and sliding in under the bottom rope. Once in the ring, Alan climbs to the nearest turnbuckle and dazzles the crowd with a second "Pose of the Magistrate", from the second rope, the spotlight once again right on target, illuminating his beautifully chiseled body, as he steps down, and receives a microphone from the timekeeper. Alan walks back to the center of the ring, Machine watching motionlessly, and raises the microphone to his lips as he greets the sold-out crowd.)
Alan Christopher: Greetings, my loyal subjects. I am glad to see that everyone is eager to receive my word with open ears toni—
(Alan attempts to say, but is instead drowned out by the boos of the crowd. They obviously still remember his actions with the PCW Hall of Famer Pegasus, at Trauma 108.)
Alan Christopher: Ahh, yes, I see you still have a firm remembrance of your hero, the ‘Bingo Hall of Famer’ Pegasus. That was a beautiful act, I must admit.
(Alan gets more boos as he attempts to praise himself for doing it.)
Alan Christopher: You see, Pegasus served his role well. He served the perfect role as the sacrificial lamb to my ‘divine plan’. He’s accomplished a lot in his career, the championships, other achievements, even a Hall of Fame induction; so that means his time is done. If his time is done, that means he has nothing left to offer, which as I mentioned previously, makes him the prime candidate to be my sacrificial lamb. Oh, dear, I guess that did give him one more task. Hahahaha!
(The crowd begins to stir, much louder than before. "This guy is a sick, sick man", they must have thought, for showing such disrespect to a PCW legend, like their beloved Pegasus. The crowd begins to chant.)
PCW Faithful: YOU’RE A MONSTER! (Clap, clap, clapclapclap.) YOU’RE A MONSTER! (Clap, clap, clapclapclap.) YOU’RE A MONSTER! (Clap, clap, clapclapclap.) YOU’RE A MONSTER! (Clap, clap, clapclapclap.)
(Alan looks around at the crowd, a look of mock hurt splashed across his face as he takes in what the crowd is chanting. He glances at Machine across the ring who still has yet to move. Krauser watches from outside the ring.)
Alan Christopher: Ahh, hahahaha. I’m a monster? Me, a monster? You’ve got it all wrong people, I don’t hurt anybody, I want to help everybody. I know that I’m a very, very fortunate man, and I want to help everybody become that one step closer to me.
PCW Faithful: BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT! BULL-SHIT!
Alan Christopher: Why do you people not believe me? How can you people not believe that I really do feel it is my duty, to help others in need who aren’t fortunate enough to be exactly like me? Oh, I know. I should read to you, a very insightful passage from the Gospel of Perfection, as according to Alan.
(Alan holds the book up so everyone can see it, then begins to thumb through the pages.)
Alan Christopher: I was on a troubled path at one point in time, too. But then I found this book, and I purused its pages, and it…well, it really changed my life. A change for the better might I add. It is thus only natural that I give to you, as a gift, these same teachings that have had such a profound impact on my life, as the great, kind-hearted individual that I am. For it says, in the chapter 13, verse 23:
“…And on their heads crowns of gold. And out of the throne proceed lightnings and voices and thunders. And there was seven lamps of fire burning before the throne, which are the seven Spirits of Alan, as it were a sea of glass like a crystal; and in the midst of the throne, and round about the throne, four living creatures full of eyes before and behind. And they watched the Majestic One. They smiled upon thee, and provided good fortunes, so that he who is so devout shall never worry about his self, for the One True God shall provide him with all that is necessary to live.”
PCW Faithful: YOU’RE A HACK! YOU’RE A HACK! YOU’RE A HACK!
(Alan paces the ring, unbelieving of the words the crowd is so vehemently screaming at him.)
Alan Christopher: A hack? Really? You think that I, the Magistrate of Magnificence, am a hack, yet you same people will go to a ‘normal’ church and offer praise to an invisible man in the sky? A man who has rained down fire and brimstone from the sky, to destroy a city in which homosexuals were present? This man you are all too eager to call your ‘savior’? Who is he to judge others? Who is he to set rules upon people, insinuating what your sexual preferences are supposed to be?
Jerry Andrews: That came out of nowhere...
Al Laiman: Christopher isn't gaining any fans along the Bible Belt.
Alan Christopher: I cannot understand the venomous fangs you all bear at me. I have offered you good words; I have offered you help in your miserable lives, and I have even proven myself by reading from this very Gospel, just who I am. And still, I receive nothing in return, except for the venomous hate. That same venomous hate that you should be sending to my opponent for this evening, the ‘Machine’.
Jerry Andrews: I'm starting to think this guy is dillusional. The fans aren't exactly fond of Machine...
Al Laiman: To be fair, I think it's Krauser they hate.
(Christopher glares at Machine. The crowd is beginning to grow restless, yearning for Machine to shut this lunatic up.)
Alan Christopher: Oh. Now you cheer for this monster? And not for me, your savior? How can you not cheer for your savior? How can you cheer for this…thing, yet not cheer for the man who offers you an escape from the normalcies of your meaningless lives, the rut every single one of you is in? You go to work, pay your bills, then pay all of your hard-earned money, to see dorks like this ‘Machine’ or even the PCW Hall of Famer Pegasus…when you could use that money, to go to my church, hear the words of my faith, and live a better, more prosperous existence, serving me. Why do you people put yourselves through such a hassle…?
(Having heard enough on the outside, Viktor gives the thumbs down and Machine jerks to life. Machine latches his massive hand around the throat of Christopher and the microphone goes flying and lands with a THUD! The fans let out a wave of cheers. Christopher lays several clubbing blows across the chest of Machine, but the Giant German's grip is firm. Finally, Machine launches Christopher back into the corner and staggers the muscleman with a pair of powerful hammer blows to the top of the head. Alan is on wobbly knees coming out of the corner and Machine is waiting for him, planting him with a devastating powerbomb!)
Jerry Andrews: Machine is really taking Alan Christopher to the cleaners here!
(And suddenly Machine goes stiff. On the outside of the ring, Smith has attacked Viktor Krauser. The fans love it. Both men seem to be struggling over a small mechanism that Krauser had been carrying in his pocket. As the men fuss over the electronic piece, Machine begins jerking to and fro inside the ring. Smith decks Krauser across the face and rips the piece out of his hand. With Viktor down, Smith places the electronic device on the metal ringsteps and looks out into the crowd before smashing it beneath his boot! Viktor screams at him in desperation, but it's too late.)
Jerry Andrews: What in the hell is going on here?
(Having had enough time to recover, Christopher is back to his feet and connects with a clubbing clothesline to the back of Machine! Machine steps forward. Hitting the ropes, Alan charges and clobbers the big guy across the chest with such muscular force that Machine is flipped over the top rope to the outside! Machine lands on his feet and stares up into the ring at Christopher.)
Al Laiman: What a show of power from Alan Christopher!
(Bucky Joe begins the ten-count, but Machine isn't going anywhere. He just stands as Alan poses cockily inside the ring. Buckland reaches ten and calls for the bell.)
Jerry Andrews: An impressive pay-per-view debut by Alan Christopher picking up a quality win over Machine in the open challenge.
Winner(s): Alan Christopher via countout
Machine: Loosed
Details: (Christopher hits a couple corners to pose before heading to the back. He doesn't even give Machine a second look; he's on to bigger and better things. Meanwhile, Krauser is infuriated on the oustide. All of his money...gone!)
Al Laiman: If you remember, Krauser personally put up a 10,000 dollar purse for this match...and he's lost it to Alan Christopher.
(Smith approaches the motionless Machine and begins fiddling with the back of his neck. Krauser's eyes go wide and he has enough sense to quickly retreat to the back. Seconds later, Smith has undone what appears to be some sort of collar and he drops it to the ground. Machine comes to life once again, only his motions are less jerky and more fluid. His movements are no long mechanical. Testing out the functionality of his limbs, Machine quickly spins to face Smith. It looks as if Smith is trying to talk with Machine, and the Giant German cocks his head to one side.)
Jerry Andrews: I think I'd get the hell out of there if I were Smith...
(Without warning, Machine latches a hand around Smith's throat and splatters him all over the concrete with a sickening Goozle! The fans are silent as Machine storms to the back...loosed!)
Jerry Andrews: This is bad. This is very bad.
Loco's Last Interview?????
Details: (The camera feed switches to the backstage area and standing by is Shane Dodge.)
Shane Dodge: I have the special privilege to interview my next guest, Loco.
(Loco enters the screen, wearing just his wrestling gear and no face paint. Shane looks a little bit confused about Loco’s non use of face paint.)
Shane Dodge: Well um….I am a bit surprised that you are not wearing your traditional face paint, but I also realize that these are not normal times in your life and your match is next, but the opponent isn’t one that you could just easily get your mind around.
(Loco says nothing, looking down at the ground ever since he entered the camera’s view. Loco also has his hands placed on his hips as he seems to be struggling with his own words in his mind, before he could speak them through his mouth.)
Loco: Fourteen years Shane….
Shane Dodge: I beg your pardon.
Loco: Fourteen years….fourteen years ago, when I first started in The Sport Of Kings, I helped a young brash man enter this sport and for the past fourteen years, we were inseparable. If you there at that time and told me that toady, fourteen years later that I would be fighting against the guy that I helped bring in, who’s become my brother, the man my children call uncle, who is responsible for them if God forbid me and my wife are taken from this earth, I would have called you a liar and most likely done bodily harm to you as well.
Shane Dodge: Many people have been saying that you have went too soft on him all these years, even after he has betrayed you on two other occasions.
(Loco nods his head slightly, as he knows that he has done indeed do those things, but what brother wouldn’t?)
Loco: As much as I do not want to admit that, yes, have decided to look past his past deeds against me and given him another chance, but that’s what brothers do. But this time he has went too far. The other times he really didn’t do too much damage to me but I have had enough and now I realized that I AM the only one that can destroy that evil.
(Shane looks at Loco as if he has heard this before.)
Loco: Yes I know Shane, I sound like the ones before me and I sound like the people that I have face throughout my career that said they would do the samething to me as well. But the thing is, only one of us can walk out of this match, because we both agreed that the loser on this match will be retiring.
(The crowd in the area gasps as Shane has a shocked look on his face.)
Loco: Thirty minutes of hell, is what this match is going to be and that is an understatement. I just hope that after it is all said and done that we can put this bullshit behind us and get the families back together once again. I have watched him grow and become into the force he is today and now I see why a lot of people have went down. Jason is going to be the toughest test that I have ever faced and it will not be an easy match. But I know that I am the man that will put an end to his terror. I never understood why the Wrestling Gods decided to keep me around, making me retire and then come out of retirement numerous times. The time off was to get me rested and coming back was to hone in my talents and be ready for the epic battle. They say that the apocalypse is happening this year; this is the year that the world ends. Our match is at Mass Destruction and it will be the end of either me or Willard and as an added little bonus, I have taken the liberty of looking through my contract and it states that any and all things that deal with money, will be paid by my employer and since Pure Class Wrestling is only giving us a thirty minute time limit on our match, so if we are even in falls, there will be some extra time and Havoc Entertainment Inc. will have to pick up the bill, so consider that a charitable donation from Mister Money Bags himself….A TODA MADRE, O UN DIS MADRE!!!!
(Loco exits stage left and out of the cameras view.)
Shane Dodge: Wow, I have never seen Loco like this guys, back to you two at ringside.
(The feed switches back to ringside with Mark Long standing in the ring.)
Jerry Andrews: Loco does seem to have a lot on his mind, it may cloud his judgment.
Al Laiman: His heart may not be in it as well and if that is the case, then he should not even show up, because Jason Willard will end him quickly.