Post by Non Compos Mentis on May 25, 2012 20:08:22 GMT -5
PCW Living a Legacy IV
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Live on Pay-Per-View from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina
(With roughly fifteen-minutes to go before showtime, the Pure Class Arena is approximately at ninety-seven percent capacity, with fans still trying to pour into the venue. But as they say, the early bird gets the worm, and the worm for this occasion is a special bonus match that the fans currently in the arena will be witnessing.
Already inside the ring with a microphone is longtime PCW ring announcer Mark Long. Mark is dressed for the magnitude of tonight, decked out in his finest tuxedo, equipped with a gold-colored bow-tie. Mark looks around, flashes a winning smile, and begins to speak.)
Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen...in just about fifteen minutes, the fourth installment of PCW Living a Legacy will begin.
(A large amount of cheers can be heard coming from the crowd. Mark Long takes a deep breath and continues.)
Mark Long: Before the show begins, I am obligated to inform that videotaping or recording this event, without the explicit written permission of Pure Class Entertainment Group, is strictly prohibited. Also on the “Do Not Do” list is using any form of laser lights. Failure to comply with these requests will result in removal from the venue, without refund.
Last, but certainly not least, the antics displayed in and out of this ring are extremely dangerous and are performed by trained professionals. You should not try this at home.
(Taking another breath, Mark continues.)
Mark Long: Living a Legacy IV will be beginning shortly, but for the PCW Faithful here in attendance, you will be receiving a special bonus match. So let's kick off the night right, and make some noise!
(Mark's prompting pushes the fans to cheer as loudly as they could. Not too long after, the familiar sound of “You Are A Pirate!” by Alestorm plays and out walks High Tide. The fans cheers suddenly turn to boos, but as Tide continues his stroll to the ring, a few of those boos turn into cheers. By the time he gets to the ring, a good portion of the arena is chanting for the pirate.)
Dark Match
Triple Threat Match
Areas vs. High Tide vs. "The Cure" Abel Drak'Shal
Referee: Melina Cruz
Match Details: High Tide, having already made his entrance, is getting himself loose in the ring while waiting for his two opponents. Mark Long introduces the next competitor, that being “The Cure” but Abel does not come out on his cue. Confused, Mark tries to introduce Areas (even though Abel's entrance music is still playing), but Areas too does not come out. Referee Melina Cruz quickly talks to High Tide and then to Mark. There is a huge look of annoyance on High Tide's face, while Mark looks unsure of what he's suppose to do. Abel's music stops, while Melina once again whispers something to Mark. Mark has no choice but to announce that the winner of the match, due to forfeit, was High Tide.
Winner: High Tide via forfeit
(The PCW Faithful let out a chorus of disapproving jeers, and High Tide, although probably relieved by getting such an easy victory, voices his opinion by screaming over at Al Laiman and Jerry Andrews, who happened to sneak their way to their seats during all the confusion. During his tirade towards the commentary team, “The Kids Aren't Alright” by The Offspring, the official PCW Living a Legacy IV theme song, kicks in. The fans start a slow, but increasing, amount of cheers.)
Jerry Andrews: Well, that's one way to start the show off.
Al Laiman: I don't know what High Tide wants us to tell him. I don't know what's going on.
Jerry Andrews: Well, I think I know. I was just given word that we have a camera in the back.
(The PCW-Tron kicks on, and in the back, we see Abel on the ground being tended to by the PCW medical staff. Not too far away, we can see Areas eating away at a turkey leg. As the grease of the food covers his mouth and chin, and while pieces of turkey fall all about, including on Areas's bare chest, PCW Interviewer Shane Dodge springs into place. The camera follows Mr. Dodge, who quickly produces a microphone out of his back pocket, and starts questioning Areas.)
Shane Dodge: Areas, what exactly is going on back here?
Areas: I'm eating.
Shane Dodge: I was referring to Abel Drak'Shal lying prone on the floor over there.
Areas: What can I say, I really don't like foreigners.
Shane Dodge: But, I'm pretty sure Abel is an American.
Areas: Don't look like any American I ever seen.
Shane Dodge: Why didn't you go out there for your match?
Areas: I was busy. Eating.
(At that moment, High Tide, who had just made it from the ring to the backstage area where Areas is, walks over.)
High Tide: What was that about? You were scheduled to be out there. I can't put on a five-star wrestling match on my own, and I can't get myself out of the darkness of my losing streak without an opponent.
Areas: Calm yourself down, little man. You won your match. Your losing streak is over. You should be thanking me.
High Tide: ...this isn't over.
(High Tide walks away, as Areas chuckles.)
Areas: Stupid pirate. Stupid foreigner. Can't a man just eat in peace?
(And with that, Areas walks away as the feed switches back to Mark Long, who is in the ring preparing to introduce the next match.)
Match One
International Championship Match
Grimm © vs. Usali Basilisk {w/Machine}
Referee: Marcos Cruz
Details: Mark Long: Ladies and Gentlemen, the next match is for the PCW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP!
Jerry Andrews: A lot of bad blood will surely come to a boil to kick off Living a Legacy.
Al Laiman: And what an opening match it shall be! Are you kidding me? If Basilisk and Grimm are jerking the curtain over the International Championship, what does that say about the rest of the card?
Jerry Andrews: It's loaded from bottom to top. As a matter of fact...
(Before Andrews can finish his thought, the lights go dark. The sudden plunge into darkness creates a wave of excitement throughout the throngs of Faithful. "Holding Out For A Hero" starts up as a single spotlight illuminates the top of the ramp. Usali Basilisk's reception is less than welcoming as the Grand High Exalted One emerges from the back covered by his black robe and silver ceremonial mask. Clutching the Book of the Ascension, Usali basks in the glow of the spotlight as his newest follower, Machine, stands patiently behind him garbed in a massive golden robe. Peering over his shoulder, Usali motions for Machine to follow and then heads down to the ring.)
Mark Long: Introducing first...the challenger...he hails from Suburbia, USA...weighing in at 234 pounds..."The Grand High Exalted One" USALI BASILISK!!!
(Basilisk receives a mixed reaction as boos ripple through the crowd.)
Jerry Andrews: I still haven't quite figured out how Machine fits into all of this.
Al Laiman: I still haven't quite figured out where he got that giant golden robe. I bet there's a Chinese restaurant missing a tablecloth somewhere...
(Machine stands motionless outside the ring in the corner of Usali Basilisk, his thick arms folded across his massive chest like oak branches.)
Jerry Andrews: You'd better hope he doesn't hear you...
(The lone spotlight returns to illuminate the entryway as "Winter Shaker" seeps from the speakers. Phinehas Grimm steps out to bask in the light and shadows, head bowed, arms limp, with rogue strands of dripping hair hanging in his face. He takes it all in for a few moments before making the long walk to the ring, ignoring the fans along the way while Wovenhand continues his serenade.)
Mark Long: And his opponent...from Hangtown, Kentucky...weighing in at 217 pounds...he is the REIGNING and DEFENDING International CHAMPION! The "Lord of Misrule" Phinehas GRIMM!!!
(Phinehas climbs up onto the apron and slides in between the ropes. Hopping up onto a turnbuckle, he casts his gaze out over the crowd with his arms at his side, eyes shifting to take in the sea of faces spread out before him. Phinehas drops down and waits.
“Winter Shaker” fades out and a murmur ripples through the crowd. Not only does Grimm have one hand wrapped in leather, but he’s holding a microphone in the other.)
Al Laiman: Grimm actually brought a microphone with him? He usually doesn’t have anything to say unless someone has shoved a mic in his face. Or you’ve upset him.
Jerry Andrews: Mark it on your calendars, folks. It’s a pay per view miracle.
(Grimm stops at the end of the ramp and looks up at Usali Basilisk. The crowd grows as quiet as an audience at a major professional wrestling event can be expected to be.)
“Basilisk, we’ve been dancing around this night for weeks now. And I’ve been in this business for far too long to believe you intend to walk the straight and narrow during our match…especially given that colossal imbecile now standing in your corner. So here’s what’s going to happen.”
(Grimm holds out his hand and lets the leather drop just enough to see the loops at both ends of the strap. He swings it back and forth.)
“You and I will be tethered at the wrist. That way there will be no escape, less of a chance for misdeeds to ruin our evening…and you better believe I’ll be using you as a human shield the moment you try to sic Machine on me.”
(Usali takes a step towards Grimm and points a finger at him. Before Basilisk has a chance to say anything, Grimm frowns and shakes his head.)
“Don’t act insulted. Why else do you have the gimp with you? Are you worried my brother’s going to rise up out of the abyss and pull you down with him? You’re not fooling anybody, so let’s get this show on the road. Not that I’m actually giving you an option, you understand, but what do you say, old buddy, old pal?”
(Usali Basilisk stares at Grimm. He looks over the sea of humanity spread around the arena. He turns and looks at Machine looming in the corner. And Basilisk simply nods. Grimm hands the microphone to an attendant and rolls under the ropes into the ring. He tightens one loop around his wrist and tosses the other end to Usali who does likewise.)
Match One
International Championship Match
Tethered-at-the-Wrist Match
Grimm © vs. Usali Basilisk {w/Machine}
Referee: Marcos Cruz
Details: (With the sudden change of rules, Marcos checks to make sure the leather is tightly fastened.)
Al Laiman: Well...I guess this is now a tethered-at-the-wrist match now.
Jerry Andrews: Not to be confused with a strap match. This match will still be decided by pinfall or submission.
Al Laiman: Ever methodical is Phinehas Grimm. This stipulation will benefit him twofold. First, Machine will be unable to utilize the Goozle on him while tethered to Basilisk. Second, it takes Usali's Ascension Dive out of the equation.
(Marcos calls for the bell and this one is underway. Grimm and Usali simply stare at one another, their wrists connected by the short leather strap, as the tension begins to build. Usali bravely steps forward bringing him mask-to-nose with the Crimson Demon. His mask shifts furiously as he delivers inaudible threats to the International Champion. Grimm seems unimpressed, so Usali bumps chests with him. Phinehas reacts instantly with a headbutt so vicious it snaps Usali's head back. A small trail of blood trickles from Grimm's hairline and he grins.)
Jerry Andrews: Grimm has already busted himself open on Basilisk's ceremonial mask!
(Blood is in the water and Phinehas is ready to feast. Grimm forces Basilisk back into the corner and commences to stomping the tar out of him. The fans are whipped into a frenzy as Grimm stomps with impunity!)
Jerry Andrews: Phinehas Grimm is a ball of fire!
(Dragging Basilisk to his feet, Grimm connects with a stiff knee to the mid-section. Usali retaliates with a forearm to the head. Phinehas connects with a right hand. Usali with a left. A right by Grimm. A left from Basilisk! A right! A left! A right!! A left!!)
Jerry Andrews: Grimm and Usali are pounding the living daylights out of each other!
Al Laiman: That...sounded dirty.
(The brawl spills into the ropes where both men have resorted to attempting to choke the life out of one another! Marcos Cruz has seen enough and he intervenes! As Cruz attempts to pry the two apart, Usali connects with a solid punch to Grimm's jaw that staggers him. Basilisk shoves Marcos aside before dumping Phinehas through the ropes to the outside...)
Al Laiman: Well that wasn't too bright...
(...and seeing as how they're connected at the wrist, Grimm's momentum drags Usali through the ropes as well! Both men land on the outside but are up quickly. Cruz begins the ten-count.)
Jerry Andrews: Although this is a tethered-at-the-wrist match, countouts can still occur.
(The war wages on the outside as Grimm drives Usali's back into the guard rail! Basilisk lunges and blasts Grimm with a Ryu-like uppercut that causes him to stagger back a step. A young man in the front row wearing a green and yellow Oregon shirt is so excited by the action that he jumps up, arms fully extended, and performs several deep, rhythmic pelvic thrusts.)
Marcos Cruz: 1...2...3...!
(Grimm launches a vicious Muay Thai kick that glances off Usali's shoulder before trying to whip Basilisk into the ring apron. Usali reverses and executes a drop toe hold, pulling him face first into the ring apron using the leather strap for extra leverage. Grimm is down and seeing stars.)
Marcos Cruz: 4...5...6...!
Jerry Andrews: What a viciously innovative move from Basilisk! Grimm might be missing a few teeth.
Al Laiman: Innovative, yes. But Basilisk can't win the International Championship if he gets counted out.
(Basilisk looks at Marcos Cruz firing off the ten count, Grimm knocked silly on the ground, and the leather strap connecting the two. Machine watches on motionlessly from the other side of the ring as Usali begins to panic. Attempts at lugging Grimm's dead weight up onto the apron fail, so Basilisk attempts to bring Grimm to his senses by backhanding him across the face! That does the trick and Grimm returns the favor by smacking Usali across the side of the head.)
Marcos Cruz: 7...8...9...!
(Both men stop fighting and look up at Marcos and then each other before simultaneously rolling into the ring under the bottom rope. Once back in the ring, both men scramble to their feet and the fight resumes. Grimm connects with a stiff kick to the inside of Usali's left thigh followed by a short elbow to the ceremonial mask that knocks the Grand High Exalted One back into the ropes. Grimm tugs him off the ropes, but Usali reverses and yanks Phinehas right into a short-arm powerslam out of nowhere!)
Jerry Andrews: Wow! What a powerslam!
(Basilisk quickly hooks the leg and referee Cruz slides into position to make the count!)
ONE...
TWO...
KICKOUT!
Al Laiman: Only a two-count.
(Usali locks in a reverse chinlock to wear down the Horror from Hangtown. Grimm struggles to break free, but Basilisk holds strong.)
Jerry Andrews: It looks like Grimm is beginning to fade.
(The fans start stomping and cheering to rally the International Champion. Marcos raises Grimm's arm and let's it drop. ONE! He raises it again, and again it drops. TWO! The Faithful come to a fever pitch. Cruz raises it one last time and lets go...)
Jerry Andrews: No! Grimm isn't going down that easily!
(The crowd roars as the Lord of Misrule surges to his feet. Basilisk still clings to a headlock, but a trio of elbows to the stomach remedy that. Grimm takes the masked one to the ropes and launches him...right into an unsuspecting Marcos Cruz! Cruz bumps hard and goes down in a heap! Basilisk staggers backwards right into a Grimm bridging German suplex!)
Al Laiman: Cruz is out of commission and there's nobody to make the count!
Jerry Andrews: One...two...three!
Al Laiman: Are you a referee now?
(Basilisk kicks free and both men are slow to their feet. Usali strikes first with a headscissors takedown before turning to Machine and calling him into the ring.)
Jerry Andrews: Uh oh. This doesn't bode well for Grimm.
(On command, Machine pulls himself up onto the ring apron and steps in over the top rope. It's clear from Basilisk's mannerisms that he wants the Ascension's new enforcer to Goozle Grimm. As Phinehas slowly stands, Machine obediently wraps one of his massive meathooks around the Lord of Misrule's throat! Basilisk excitedly gives Machine the thumbs down, but Machine seems confused. He looks from Grimm, to the leather strap, to Basilisk...then he tilts his head to one side questioningly.)
Jerry Andrews: Machine might not think for himself very often, but he's clearly no fool. He can't Goozle Grimm if he's connected to Basilisk.
(Seeing the dilemma, Basilisk motions for Machine to Goozle him, too! The crowd can't believe what they're seeing, and several of the Faithful come to their feet. Machine seems a bit hesitant, so Usali insists! Not one to disappoint, Machine wraps his other giant mitt around Basilisk's throat.)
Al Laiman: No way...
(In one fluid motion, the Giant German jacks both men into the air and plants them both with a double Goozle! The fans let out a roar!)
Al Laiman: You've gotta be kidding me. Did Usali just sacrifice his own body to further his cause?
Jerry Andrews: Something like that.
(Usali and Grimm are down and out. With no other purpose to serve, Machine exits the ring and returns to his position at ringside.)
Al Laiman: If only Machine had thrown Usali onto Grimm...
(...but Machine didn't. Marcos slowly comes to and sees both men down on the mat. After shaking the cobwebs loose, he begins the ten-count.)
Marcos Cruz: 1...2...3...
Jerry Andrews: Machine really splattered them all over the canvas.
Marcos Cruz: 4...5...6...
Al Laiman: It looks like this might end in a draw.
Marcos Cruz: 7...8...
(Usali rolls over and drapes an arm across Grimm's chest.)
ONE...
TWO...
KICKOUT!
(Grimm shoots the shoulder up! Both men are hurting. Both men are slow to stand, but when they do the slugfest is on! Grimm and Basilisk exchange blows in the center of the ring as the PCW Faithful cheer their every move!)
Jerry Andrews: Neither man will give in! Neither will yield!
Al Laiman: With the International Championship on the line, would you?
Jerry Andrews: Against either one of these guys? Absolutely!
(Basilisk blocks one of Grimm's right hands and hefts him onto his shoulder for a scoop slam, but Grimm drops down behind and plants him with the Lament Configuration! The crowd erupts as an exhausted Grimm makes the cover.)
ONE...
TWO...
THR...NO!
Jerry Andrews: Oh! So close! I thought he had him there!
(Basilisk barely gets the shoulder up. Grimm has the advantage and he's poised to put his nemesis away. Dragging Basilisk to his feet, Grimm yards him towards one of the corners and attempts to lift him onto the top turnbuckle. Suddenly, the eye sockets from Usali's silver mask burn bright red and he instinctively laces an arm around Grimm's neck!)
Jerry Andrews: The Gift! Usali is trying to lock in the Gift!!!
(The fans stand as Grimm drops Usali back to his feet. Phinehas struggles, but Usali seems to be having problems of his own. He shakes his head harshly from side to side...and rather than lock in the Gift, he spikes Grimm into the canvas with a sudden and sadistic looking DDT!)
Al Laiman: That looked like the Sadistic DDT...!
Jerry Andrews: It's as if Usali is channeling the spirit of Grimm's brother, Billy Sadistic!
(The crimson fades from Usali's eyes as he drops down on top of Grimm for the pin attempt.)
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
Jerry Andrews: NO! Somehow...some way...Grimm got the shoulder up! And Usali Basilisk can't believe it!
Al Laiman: I don't know that I've seen anyone take it to Phinehas Grimm the way Usali Basilisk has.
(Grimm is hurting in a bad way and Usali can sense victory. Dragging Grimm off the mat, Usali pulls him in for a powerbomb. Flipping Grimm up onto his shoulder, he positions his hands under Grimm's armpits in preparation for the Ascension Bomb. Usali moves into the corner so that he can hurl Grimm into the center of the ring...but Grimm hooks the top rope with his boot, pulling Basilisk off balance. The Lord of Misrule lands nimbly on the second rope and as soon as Usali turns to face him, Grimm leaps into action. Locking in Basilisk's head in mid-air, Grimm contorts his body and twists with an unbelievable amount of torque to drive Usali's head into the mat with a nasty Tornado DDT!)
Jerry Andrews: The Harvest! The Harvest! Phinehas Grimm nailed it!
(A fatigued Grimm is finally able to throw an arm over the Grand High Exalted One's neck and Marcos Cruz makes the count.)
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!!!
(Usali instinctively shrugs a shoulder up...but it's a second too late! The fans erupt as Cruz calls for the bell.)
Jerry Andrews: He got him! A hard fought title defense by Phinehas Grimm!
(Cruz unstraps both men as they both lay on the canvas exhausted.)
Mark Long: The winner of this match...and STILL International Champion...Phinehas GRIMM!!!
("Winter Shaker" starts back up as Grimm rolls to the outside to retrieve his International Championship, leaving Usali to be consoled lovingly… well, robotically by Machine. The crowd is in raptures as Living A Legacy goes to a commercial break.)
Winner(s): Grimm via pinfall
Match Two
North American Championship Match
Ladder Match
Andy D © vs. Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith
Referee: Manny Cruz
Match Details: Ring Announcer: The following is for the PCW North American Championship, and it is contested in a Ladder Match!
The lights flicker and fade out as the pulsating beats of Dope Star Inc’s
“10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure” pops on the PA system. Smoke fills the arena as a figure stands in the middle of it.
Ring Announcer: Making his way to the ring is the challenger. He hails from Biloxi, Mississippi, he weighed in at 227 pounds, he is Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith!
All of the sudden, Crazy Boy comes out of the smoke and pumps a fist in the air. He walks down the entryway and climbs the ropes of the ring. He bounces around the ropes a few times, pumps his fist in the air one last time and waits for his opponent to come.
Jerry Andrews: Well, Laiman, tonight’s the night that the feud between Andy D and Crazy Boy comes to an end.
Al Laiman: Says who? This could continue to thrive should CB win the North American Championship. Just think of all the blood that’ll be spilt over the title.
Jerry Andrews: But you forget, this is contested under one of D’s favorites matches—the ladder match.
Al Laiman: So what? Tyrone Smith didn’t get his “Crazy Boy” moniker because he’s some goody two-shoes.
Ring Announcer: His opponent, from…somewhere in the United Kingdom, weighing in at 197 pounds, he is the current PCW North American Champion: ANDY D!
“Hypest” Hype starts blasting out of the PA system and it isn’t long before Andy appears on stage. He stands there, head bouncing and leg tapping along to the beat until the song completely kicks in, when he jumps in the air and some pyro goes off behind him. Andy heads towards the ring, hand slapping several members of the crowd on the way. He slides under the bottom rope of the ring when entering, before running up to a random turnbuckle, hopping up to the second turnbuckle and motioning for the crowd to cheer loudly. Andy jumps down and removes his bucket hat, placing it on the metal part of the turnbuckle in his corner before standing ready for the match.
Al Laiman: I want to voice a discrepancy here with Andy D’s North American title reign.
Jerry Andrews: Oh hell, what is it, Laiman?
Al Laiman: Andy can’t be the North American Champion because he’s not from the continent of North America! He’s a European. Therefore, the right thing to do is automatically give Crazy Boy the North American title, because he, the last time I checked, is the North American!
Jerry Andrews gives Al Laiman a contemptuous look.
Jerry Andrews: That made my head hurt on so many levels.
Al Laiman: Because you know it’s truth, Jerry!
Jerry Andrews: No, it’s because you’re the only idiot on the planet to spew that kind of drivel!
Referee Manny Cruz calls for the bell. Both champion and challenger look up at the belt hanging from some 15 feet in the air. Then Crazy Boy and Andy D. look at each other for a moment. They walk toward each other, Andy D. attempting to gauge Crazy Boy in conversation. He extends his right hand, a sign of good sportsmanship. CB obliges…
Then drives a knee into the champion’s gut, sending Andy D off his feet. The fans jeer at this display of distastefulness as he pulls D to his feet, whips him into the ropes, and goes for a Clothesline, but D ducks underneath it. D bounces off the ropes again and goes for a Running STO!
Jerry Andrews: The back of Crazy Boy’s head bounced off the mat!
Al Laiman: Yeah, that’ll give Crazy Boy a crazy headache.
Andy D isn’t going to waste any time in this match. He slides out of the match to retrieve a ladder. However, the North American Champion doesn’t get too far, because Crazy Boy has recovered from the Running STO and nails a baseball slide Dropkick, sending the ladder into Andy D’s face! This sends Andy D careening over the security wall and into an unsuspecting fan’s lap.
Al Laiman: Well, that’s a waste of nachos, and they looked pretty good, too.
Jerry Andrews: Can we focus on the match?!
Crazy Boy slides out of the ring. He reaches over and grabs Andy D by the hair, pulls him back onto the floor and sends him face first into the unforgiving steel of the ring post. He bounces off the post, looking all but dead on the mat. Meanwhile, Crazy Boy folds the ladder, slides it in and gets back into the ring. Whilst keeping his eye on Andy D.—who is still unconscious outside of the ring—he sets up the ladder underneath the North American title and begins his ascension to greatness.
Al Laiman: We are moments away from crowning a new PCW North American Champion, Jerry! This is probably the fastest match in the history of PCW to have someone crowned a new champion—
Jerry Andrews: Andy D is back in the ring and pushes the ladder, sending Crazy Boy down! OH! HE’S STRADLED ON THE ROPES!
Al Laiman: What the— How did he recover from getting thrown face first into the ring post? I smell subterfuge!
Jerry Andrews: If by subterfuge means shit, you reek of it, Al.
Al Laiman: Oh that’s very mature, Jerry!
Andy D knows Crazy Boy is far from done. He pushes the ladder out of the way and dropkicks the challenger in the mush! Crazy Boy falls to the outside, dazed and confused. Andy D takes this opportunity to erect the ladder underneath the North American title belt. He doesn’t get far up the ladder, however as Crazy Boy slides in the ring with a chair in his possession, and swings for the fences, connecting with Andy D’s back! The shot reverberates throughout the arena and Andy D relinquishes his grip on the ladder and falls off, clutching at his back.
Jerry Andrews: Thunderous chair shot by the challenger, Tyrone Smith! This could mark the end of Andy D’s title reign!
Al Laiman: That’s why I’ve been trying to tell you, Jerry—this is Crazy Boy’s time to be the North American Champion! Andy D has held the title hostage for far too long!
Crazy Boy throws the chair down and makes his way up the ladder. Somehow, someway, Andy D will not be denied. You can almost break the man’s back with a steel chair. But when you’re fighting for his North American title, he isn’t going to relinquish his title easily. With whatever strength he has in his body, he slowly gets to his feet and climbs the other side of the ladder. The challenger is shocked to see how Andy D has recovered, so he doubles his efforts up the ladder. CB is near the top, within arm’s reach. He then brushes his fingertips against the belt.
Jerry Andrews: Crazy Boy almost has the North American title in his grasp! He needs to reach further!
Crazy Boy suddenly receives a blast to the face as Andy lashes out instinctively. Keeping his balance, Crazy Boy replies with a punch of his own. The two men trade blows at the top of the ladder with neither gaining the advantage. The crowd are at fever pitch with anticipation as each man gives his all but it appears Andy has taken a little too much damage and is weakening. Taking one last desperate swing, Andy almost connects with a haymaker but Smith catches his arm and locks in a vicious Kimura submission.
Jerry Andrews: It’s a Ladder Match not a Submission Match!
Al Laiman: But how’s Andy going to grab the belt if he can’t use his arms? Is he going to bite it?
Trying to fight the hold, Andy tries to force Crazy Boy off the ladder but he doesn’t have the strength. The pain grows in his arm until he clenches his free fist and delivers a last ditch club to the side of Smith’s head. As Smith loosens his grip, Andy D desperately launches himself over up toward Crazy Boy in leapfrog fashion, and connects with a Shining Wizard!
HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!
Jerry Andrews: OH MY GOD! THE DRAGON’S BITE FROM ATOP THE LADDER! BOTH MEN CRASH ONTO THE CANVAS IN A HEAP OF THEIR FOMER SELVES!
Al Laiman: THAT IS NOT PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE! How… How did Andy D… DO that?!
Slow motion replay captures Andy D leaping in leapfrog fashion. However, his left foot catches underneath the top third rung, preventing D from pulling off a clean Shining Wizard. His knee does meet its mark against Crazy Boy’s cheek. Both men crash onto the mat with a resounding thud.
Neither champion or challenger have moved since landing on the canvas hard. Referee Manny Cruz checks on both superstars, asking them if they can continue but neither man can respond since they damn near killed themselves by falling off the ladder. Finally both men stir. Lightly stir, but they stir nonetheless. Both champion and challenger pull themselves to their feet with the assistance of the ladder. They get to a vertical base and, without really paying attention to each other, gingerly make their journey up the ladder that isn’t quite directly underneath the title belt. Instead it is about a foot and a half to the side.
Jerry Andrews: Both of these men are exhausted and sore. It now comes down to who wants it more.
Al Laiman: Now it’s about the war of attrition.
Crazy Boy and Andy D both reach to the top. They become aware of each other and start trading blows. Andy D rocks CB with a right hand. CB retaliates with a right hand of his own. Andy summons the strength for a right hand, forcing Crazy Boy to teeter backward. Crazy Boy recovers and throws a right hand of his own before reaching for the title belt. He has his fingertips on it, has his fingers wrapped around it. In a last ditched effort, Andy D, with all that he can muster, jumps and grabs for the title.
The who scene seems to play out in slow motion as Andy falls to the mat in a crashing heap just as Crazy Boy would have been removing the belt. Manny Cruz looks up at where the title should be and see that it’s missing then immediately looks at Crazy Boy who has a look of shock on his face. Just then, Andy rolls over and reveals the North American Title clutched firmly to his chest. Manny calls for the bell as Smith practically collapses through disappointment at the top of the ladder.
Winner: Andy D via Title Retrieval
The Rise of Jericho
Details: ‘Hypest Hype’ hits as Manny Cruz attempts to lift his arm in victory, though Andy is holding his North American Title far too tightly for him to manage it. Instead Manny points at him victoriously and watches as Andy rolls from the ring to the outside. As the crowd release a huge chorus of cheers, Andy high fives several of the fans as he makes his way toward the ramp, unaware of the figure still stood at the top of the ladder staring down at him. From his lofty position, Crazy Boy looks absolutely crushed by the loss and is even worse for wear as he has to watch his bitter rival leave.
Jerry Andrews: Andy D is victorious after that brutal Ladder Match, you have to wonder what toll has been taken on both men!
Al Laiman: I don’t think that’ll be worrying Andy so much, but Smith looks like a broken man up there.
Instead of watching his rival leave with the title Smith chooses to drop his head to the ladder and rest, though it’s anyone’s guess what he is actually doing as his face is totally obscured. As he rests there and Andy walks up the ramp, still enjoying his ovation, blur of shadow can be seen lunging out of the crowd.
Jerry Andrews: What the….
The shadow vaults the security barrier and dives into the ring behind Crazy Boy as he remains perched atop the ladder. The crowd gasp with disbelief as the figure, now seen to be wearing a ski mask, takes hold of the ladder and pushes it forward. Totally caught of guard, Crazy Boy looks behind him but is too late to stop the looming destruction.
Jerry Andrews: Who the hell is….GOOD LORD!
Al Laiman: Crazy Boy just landed throat first on the top rope! He bounced like a god damn basketball!
The ladder falls to the mat with an equally dull thud as Smith but the mystery masked man seems not to be finished. Kicking the ladder to the side to create some space, the enigmatic figure takes hold of Smith and forcefully drags him back to his feet. Crazy Boy can barely stand as the figure places his head between his legs, hooks both arms and leaps into the air… plunging Smith’s face into the canvas with brutal facebuster.
Jerry Andrews: Pedigree! Who is this guy and why is he doing this to Crazy Boy?!
Al Laiman: Do you want to go in there and ask?
Jerry Andrews: You’re the wrestler Al, why the hell don’t you?
Staring down at Smith, the mystery man is breathing heavily with pent up anger. Slowly his hand rises from his side until it reaches his face where it carefully takes hold of the ski mask and pulls it away from his face. Moving down inch by inch it gradually reveals the face of the unknown assailant until it is completely clear. A hush emerges among a section of the crowd while others remain ignorantly in the dark as to his identity. It seems, however, that the commentators are not blessed by this ignorance.
Jerry Andrews: That… that’s Alexander Jericho!
Al Laiman: That is! What on earth is he doing in PCW? And why is he attacking Crazy Boy? Wasn’t he a friend of Smith’s years ago?
Jerry Andrews: Clearly not anymore. Ladies and Gentlemen, I’m sorry to cut this introduction short, but we have to go to the back for Shane Dodge!
The scene cuts to the backstage area with the final shot showing the face of PCW’s latest newcomer, Alexander Jericho, staring down at the lifeless body of Tyrone Smith.
Preparing For War
Details:(Backstage, Shane Dodge is with Justin “Stormm” Michaels.)
Shane Dodge: Mr. Michaels, your match with Sean Rhodes is next. Giving all that has been going on with you recently, can you focus on the task at hand and defeat Mr. Rhodes to become number-one contender for the World Championship?
Justin “Stormm” Michaels: Make no doubt about it, my life has been extremely hectic as of late. But I came here tonight to win. To defeat Non Compos Mentis. Or Sean Rhodes. Or whatever he wants to call himself these days. I will be World Champion again.
Shane Dodge: What happens tonight if you do NOT defeat Mr. Rhodes?
Stormm: I'm not even thinking that to be a possibility. I will win. And then I'll go on to beat Elf Boy, or Chulupa, or my old friend LoKi for the World Championship.
Shane Dodge: That brings up another question. What if Johnny Vivacious defeats Kaijin Shinryu tonight, wins the Icemann Invitational Tournament, and decides to use his guaranteed title shot to either face you after you regain the World Championship, or uses it to include himself in your match for the title, if you are to win here tonight?
Stormm: Johnny Vivacious will not win tonight, so I don't have to worry about that scenario. Listen, I have a very important match to get to. This interview is over.
(Stormm walks off, as the feed switches over to another section of the arena, where Kassandra Black stands with Sean Rhodes.)
Kassandra Black: I'm here with The Artist Formerly Known as Non Compos Mentis. Sean, you're one of the longest tenured PCW Superstars, yet, you've still failed to capture the PCW World Championship. Do you think you'll ever be able to win it?
(Sean stares blankly at Kassandra.)
Kassandra Black: ...Ok, moving on. If you do happen to win your match tonight, you'll be given yet another chance to win the PCW World Championship. Now, you've had plenty of opportunities during your career to win that belt, but you seem to choke every single time you get a chance. It's starting to seem like you'll never reach that Grimm-Ace Anderson-Lantlas level, and instead, will remain always the chaser, never the chasee...like Murdoc and Heavy Metal. Can you finally overcome your inability to...ahem...finish?
(Once again, Sean stares blankly at Kassandra, but this time, turns around to just walk away.)
Kassandra Black: I knew I should have had this interview with someone else. This guy's an idiot who is now overly medicated to the point he can't speak.
(That comment catches Sean Rhodes's attention, and he quickly snaps back.)
Sean Rhodes: A man tries to improve himself, and he's ridiculed? That's ridiculous. But that's alright. I'll prove to everyone what I'm capable of in that ring tonight.
(And with that, Sean turns to exit the area as the feed switches back to Mark Long inside the ring.)
Match Three
World Championship #1 Contender's Match
No Disqualification
Sean Rhodes vs. Justin "Stormm" Michaels
Referee: Eddie Lane
Match Details: The lights in the arena fade to the ominous orange glow that everyone loves to hate as of late and the heavy guitar riffs to Shinedown's "Enemies" begins to play as the sounds of thunder and the flashes of lightning cause the crowd to erupt with jeers.
You got the world on its knees. You’re taking all that you please.
You want more! You want more!
But you’ll get nothing from me!
As "Enemies" picks up the thunder stops, and the lights in the arena come back on with a mix of natural white and bright orange flashes. The camera pans around to get a glimpse at the fans reaction to Justin Michaels appearance, and even a few rude gestures are caught on camera that probably should not have been.
You’re like the burden we bear. You’re all the hate that we share.
You want more! You want more!
But you’ll get nothing from me!
But enemies!
Out through the curtain comes Justin "Stormm" Michaels, accompanied by his stunning bride-to-be Lindsay Matthews. The couple make their way to the ring, Justin ignores every rude gesture and thrown beer cup on his way to the squared circle while his fiance does her fair share of ignoring the cat calls coming from the males of the crowd.
Enemies!
Stormm climbs into the ring and to ready himself for the match while Lindsay circles the ring preparing for the match.
Jerry Andrews: Stormm looks focused and ready to go here tonight, and so he should. He’s facing a man who’s been in incredible form recently.
Al Laiman: Rhodes has been on a good run, and while Michaels hasn’t there is no better time to put that right than right now.
The lights in the arena dim and a shuddering bell toll rings out through the arena. The toll is followed by three more in a slow rhythm until an electric guitar riff starts, slow and melodic. The riff is that of ‘Hells Bells’ by AC/DC.
After roughly ten second of the riff a cymbal begins to chime. The cymbal hits eight times in time with the guitar riff, After the eighth a stronger thud begins to hit.
On the final strike the guitar riff suddenly grows quicker and harder and the lights in the arena lift to show a man walking out onto the stage. It is 'Non Compos Mentis' Sean Rhodes. With a look toward the fans who are unexpectedly cheering, Rhodes begins to make his way to the ring, giving the crowd aggressive nods of appreciation as he goes. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp the lyrics begin to blast through the PA and the Born Psycho walks up the ring steps, onto the apron and into the ring.
Taking a last look at the crowd, Rhodes makes his way to his corner and turns his attention to his opponent.
Al Laiman: Sean Rhodes is widely regarded as one of the best competitors in PCW history never to have won the World Title. He could go one step closer tonight if he can beat Justin Michaels.
Jerry Andrews: Is it just me, or does Rhodes look remarkably calm?
Al Laiman: He does indeed, but if I was Michaels I wouldn’t be counting on it staying that way for much longer.
Eddie Lane moves into the centre of the ring as AC/DC fades into silence, leaving only the loud cheers of the PCW faithful. Checking that both men are ready, Lane turns to the timekeeper and calls for the bell. Neither man seems to be in a rush to leave their corner but soon enough Rhodes steps into the middle and sets himself for combat, ushering Stormm to join him. Michaels is reluctant but eventually moves forward and straight into a Collar and Elbow tie up. Both men push hard but Rhodes seems to get the early advantage until Michaels releases and pulls back to the fans’ displeasure.
Jerry Andrews: These two men are extremely evenly matched. Rhodes is 6’2, 255lbs. Michaels is 6’3 and 252lbs. There’s not real power advantage but Rhodes seems a little more focused already.
Composing himself, Stormm lunges forward into a second tie up and this time manages to force Rhodes back. Rhodes quickly transitions into a headlock but is equally quickly pushed out into the ropes. On the rebound Michaels goes for a shoulder block but the momentum of Rhodes forces him down to the mat instead. Turning to the ropes, the Born Psycho hits and rebounds, jumping over the body of a recovering Stormm who jumps to his feet and attempts a Hip Toss. Rhodes blocks and swings his free arm for a Short Arm Clothesline but Michaels manages to duck and moves into a rear waist lock.
Going for a Belly to Back Suplex, Stormm tries to lift Rhodes up but receives an elbow to the head instead. Determined to hit the move he lifts Rhodes into the air again but this time the opponent hits a series of strikes and throws himself forward, executing an improvised Bulldog.
Jerry Andrews: Great improvisation from Rhodes, you don’t see reversals like that from him every day.
Rhodes quickly goes on the attack and lands a brutal elbow drop across the chest of Stormm before following it up with another two and pinning.
One…
T...NO!
A quick kick out forces Rhodes back on the offensive as he pulls Michaels to his feet and whips him across the ring. As he returns, Rhodes ducks his head for a Back Body Drop but is too soon to act as Stormm pulls up short and lifts a boot straight into his face. With Rhodes stunned, Michaels backs into the ropes and bounces back for a clothesline but Rhodes catches him, hauls him into the air and drops him face first into the mat with a massive Flapjack.
Stormm climbs to his feet and stumbles toward the corner where he is immediately set upon by Rhodes yet again. This time he climbs onto the second rope and begins to rain down punches on his opponent’s head. The crowd instinctively count along as punch after punch hits Stormm’s nugget.
One… Two… Three…Four… Five… Six… Seven… Eight…. Nine….
The crowd are about to chant for the tenth when Rhodes stops, clearly very conscious of the support he’s receiving, and smiles. He lifts his clenched fist to the crowd and call for the final strike then…
TEN!
Stormm slumps into the turnbuckles as Rhodes jumps from the corner and sizes up his opponent. Before he can recover, Michaels receives a rushing Arched Big Boot to the head and sends him straight to the mat.
Al Laiman: Talk about ruthless aggression, Rhodes is giving Michaels no space to breathe in there.
Rolling to the outside to get some space, Michaels is met by his fiancé who looks understandably concerned. As she checks on her beloved, Rhodes takes in a rising chorus of chants from the masses and clearly begins to feed on their energy. He sees Lindsay Matthews look back into the ring and takes an unconventional decision. As Stormm turns to look at his opponent, the Born Psycho hits the ropes.
Jerry Andrews: What’s he thinking?!
Sprinting back across the ring at full pace, Rhodes throws himself with reckless abandon through the ropes with a stunning Suicide Dive. At the last moment Michaels pushes his fiancé out of harm’s way, showing he has at least a modicum of decency somewhere inside, and gets hit by the torpedo-like form of Sean Rhodes. Both men land in a heap of crushed bones but Rhodes climbs to the feet to a huge ovation.
Al Laiman: That’s a whole heap of flying crazy if I ever saw one!
With adrenaline rushing through his veins, Rhodes sees that Stormm is trying to recover and climbs back into the ring. As Michaels gets to his knees, he moves closer to the apron while Rhodes signals something to the fans.
Jerry Andrews: One more?!
Al Laiman: Oh crap…
The former Non Compos Mentis sets himself and waits until he sees Stormm’s head poke above the apron. As it does, Rhodes rushes forward and throws himself toward the ropes and…
CRASH!
Rhodes collapses into a pile as Stormm stands by the apron holding a steel chair with a head-shaped dent in it.
Jerry Andrews: Goddamnit!
Al Laiman: It’s a No DQ match, the chair is perfectly legal.
As Michaels gets his breathe back a smile emerges on his face and he throws the chair into the ring. Both hands free, Michaels grabs hold of Rhodes and pulls him to the outside. Still in a complete daze, Rhodes has no defence as Michaels grabs him around the waist and forces him back first into the rock hard ring apron. Even as Rhodes crumbles to his knees Stormm’s eyes are alight with all manner of sadistic plans and his eyes soon find a focus on the steel steps.
Pulling Rhodes back to his feet, Michaels pushes him over to the steps and lands a collection of punches to the head before positioning him and wrapping an arm around the back of his neck. Using all his strength Stormm lifts Rhodes into the air and throws him down with a horrific, blood curdling thud as his head bounces off the steel.
Jerry Andrews: Flash Flood! On the steel steps! Good god what an impact!
Al Laiman: Rhodes could be done already.
Apparently Stormm doesn’t have the same estimation of Rhodes as he diverts his attention to his arms. Instead of simply attacking the limb, Stormm grabs the steel steps and pulls them away from the ring post… just far enough for an arm to fit in between.
Jerry Andrews: What kind of sick thoughts are running through that man’s mind right now?
Stormm takes the right arm of Rhodes and threads it through the gap with minimal interference from his stunned opponent. With his opponent in the right place, Michaels pushes the steps back into place as far as he can then steps back until Lindsay is right by his side and pushing him to do the deed. The crowd boos intensely as Sean begins to regain consciousness and realise his situation. He struggles to remove his arm but it’s wedged in tight. Glancing up at Michaels, Rhodes sees the sick smile and the beginnings of a run and….
Jerry Andrews: Dear God!
Michaels’ boot slams into the steps and crushes Rhodes’ arm between two slabs of unforgiving metal. The cry of pain can be heard all the way up in the cheap seats as Stormm plays to the vicious boos of the fans. Eddie Lane climbs out of the ring and checks to see if Rhodes is willing to give up with the pain but is merely asked to loosen the steps. Lane complies, struggling to remove the heavy steel but managing eventually and allowing Rhodes to cradle his damaged arm.
Al Laiman: I’d hate to know what kind of damage that did. It could be broken anywhere, he could have a dislocated elbow, shoulder… how can Rhodes get back into this match now?
However he can, Stormm isn’t willing to let it happen as he pushes Lane aside and throws his opponent back into the ring. Sliding back in, Stormm covers Rhodes and waits for Lane to get into position.
One…
Two…
THR…NO!
Rhodes just kicks out in time but can barely get his bearings when Michaels delivers a series of blunt and fierce strike to his vulnerable arm. The shots go on and on until Stormm finally pulls back, only to set his sights on yet more punishment. Now he walks over to the chair he threw into the ring earlier and moves in closer to his opponent. Pulling Rhodes off the mat, he locks in a tight Hammerlock and uses all his strength to pick him up and drive him down onto the chair arm first with Scoop Slam. Another yelp of pain echoes through the arena and another is soon to follow as Stormm hauls his target off the mat, into the air and back down onto the chair with a sickening Arm Trap Back Suplex.
Al Laiman: Take away the arm of Rhodes and you take away the strikes and the power game, what’s he got left after that?
Jerry Andrews: A whole ton of guts and an inclination toward extreme violence?
Al Laiman: Fair enough.
Stormm quickly pins again, but fails to hook the leg in a nonchalant display of arrogance.
One…
Two…
THRE…NO!
Somehow there is still life in Rhodes but Stormm looks to sap that out of him as he locks in a grounded Full Nelson submission. All the pressure is placed on the shoulders of Rhodes as Lane once again asks for a submission but gets a definitive answer that sends him away.
Al Laiman: If Rhodes has a dislocated shoulder it’s only a matter of time until he submits here.
Through the pain, Rhodes forces himself back up to his feet and throws himself forward, sending Stormm across the ring with a forward roll. As Michaels gets back to his feet Rhodes struggles up and hits out with a boot to the gut. Out of pure desperation Rhodes immediately goes for a double underhook.
Jerry Andrews: Fractured Mind!?
Rhodes attempts to lift Michaels up for the modified piledriver but as he does his arm gives way and he drops his opponent. Acting quickly, Stormm reverses out of the hold and goes for a Clothesline but Rhodes ducks out of instinct. Driven by adrenaline, Rhodes hits the ropes himself and nails a Clothesline with his weaker left arm. Stormm gets to his feet but is met by a second clothesline… and a third! Still Stormm comes back but Rhodes uses all his remaining energy to lift him onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry and drive him down with a ring-shaking TKO. Tiredly Rhodes rolls Michaels onto his back and pins.
One…
Two…
T…NO!
Cradling his arm, Rhodes climbs on top of Stormm and pounds down with a series of left handed blows to the head. Realising it would be hard to maintain any kind of sustained offense with his injury, the Born Psycho gets to his feet and moves toward the corner, keen to inflict a massive amount of damage in one fell swoop. Climbing to the apron, Rhodes walks to the turnbuckles and begins to tentatively climb.
Jerry Andrew: It looks like he’s going for that Suicide Headbutt. Al, is this a smart or a stupid move from the injured man?
Al Laiman: It’s tough to say, Rhodes is in such a way that he has to take some risks if he wants to win, but he’s by no means a high flier and any slip could hand the victory to Michaels.
Rhodes struggles up the turnbuckles one by one and very slowly. He gets to the top and extremely precariously perches himself there, so precariously in fact that his balance fails momentarily, forcing him to back down to the second rope. With his attention diverted away from the ring, Rhodes doesn’t see Stormm climb to his feet in the middle and spot the fish-out-of-water on the top rope. Before his opponent can react to the threat, Michaels rushes forward and leaps into a brutal Dropkick that almost sends Rhodes tumbling to the outside. Instead he clings on desperately as Stormm climbs from the inside to join him.
With a further couple of blows to the head, Stormm tries to pull Rhodes onto the top turnbuckle. As he complies Stormm locks in a double underhook and his intentions are made very clear. Using all his remaining strength, Michaels throws Rhodes and himself off the top rope and sends his opponent crashing into the mat with a horrific Double Underhook Suplex from the top.
Jerry Andrews: Rhodes may well be unconscious after that, I have no idea what part of his body hit the mat first!
It takes a few seconds for Stormm to become aware of his position but eventually he scrambles across the mat and hooks the leg.
One…
Two…
THREE!
NO!
Somehow Rhodes lifts a shoulder off the mat and a look of both anger and futility rages over the face of Michaels as he wonders what he has to do. Deciding brute force is the answer to this, Stormm drags Rhodes back to his feet and begins to hammer away with elbow strikes to the head. After a good few shots Rhodes finds the energy to fight back with one of his own and an exchange begins. Neither man, through their tiredness, is willing to give up but the resilient Rhodes soon starts to fade with his weaker, left handed strikes. With his opponent fading, Stormm steps up his offence and slams a salvo of elbows into his skull before landing a strong gut kick that doubles Rhodes over.
Jerry Andrews: This doesn’t look good for Rhodes!
Al Laiman: Not at all… Stormm’s going for the Force of Nature!
Setting up Rhodes for the Spinning Fisherman’s Slam, Stormm hooks the leg and goes to lift him up when Rhodes twists and rolls through the hold. With Michaels momentarily off balance, Rhodes carries his momentum around and throws out an arm, connecting with a vicious Spinning Back Fist.
Jerry Andrews: Blunt Trauma to the head and Stormm hits the mat hard!
Al Laiman: And the crowd are on their feet chanting for Rhodes!
Rhodes falls to his knees clutching at his injured arm while Stormm is barely moving on the mat. Instead of pinning, the Born Psycho pushes himself labouredly to his feet and looks around. He hears the chanting of the fans as his eyes meet steel. Taking a step toward the battered and warped steel chair, Rhodes hesitates for a moment as if he’s afraid of what he’d do if it were in his hands. The fans see this caution and increase their volume with a whole new chant, urging him to pick it up.
Jerry Andrews: Can you hear that? They’re chanting “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Rhodes, breathing heavily and still favouring his damaged arm, shuffles closer and catches sight of his opponent struggling back to his knees by the ropes. Slowly but surely a smile creeps onto the face of the Born Psycho and he reaches down.
Jerry Andrews: That’s not the smile of a lunatic, it’s the smile of a man giving the fans what they want!
Picking up the chair he takes a step back and waits for Stormm to push himself wearily off the ropes. Summoning all his strength and pushed on by the calls of the fans, Rhodes lunges forward, throwing the chair down like a hammer to the forehead of Michaels with a resounding clash that echoes throughout the arena.
Jerry Andrews: Good God! What a chair shot! They heard that all the way out in the parking lot!
Al Laiman: But still Stormm’s not staying down!
Stormm tries to push himself off the mat as even Lindsay looks surprised at ringside. Sitting up, he looks up at Rhodes with a glazed look in his eyes while Rhodes in turn looks to the crowd and raises the chair with his fully-functional arm as if to say “One more?!”. With no warning Rhodes hits the ropes, places the steel chair along his forearm and drives himself and the cold, blunt metal into Stormm’s face with a disturbingly devastating Sliding D!
Jerry Andrews: He took Stormm’s head off!!!
One…
Two…
THREE!
The bell rings as Eddie Lane signals to ringside and lifts the fit arm of Rhodes into the air.
Jerry Andrews: Sean Rhodes wins! And he is the new Number One Contender to the World Title!
Al Laiman: I don’t know how he did it, but he got it done. One hell of an effort by Stormm though; it took a steel chair assisted Psychotic Break to put him away.
Rhodes climbs to his feet in the ring and stares around him at the fans who are trying to cheer over the noise of AC/DC’s ‘Hells Bells’. Even he looks slightly taken aback by the result as he looks down at the figure of Michaels rolling under the bottom rope, being tended to by his fiancé.
Winner: Sean Rhodes via Pinfall
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