Post by cheapwhitefoam on Oct 12, 2012 15:47:28 GMT -5
The following is unedited footage from a daytime PCW house show event, timestamped for the day and hour. It was uploaded to YouTube by an anonymous user.
10.12.2012
04:16PM
04:16PM
The video begins with a young wrestler in the middle of the ring, stretching his arms on the ring ropes in a corner. The ring announcer, not the usual announcer for PCW events, is still in the middle of the ring, halfway through announcing the participants and the match itself.
Announcer: "...currently in the ring, from Oak Ridge, Tennessee...weighing in at 168 pounds..."
Before the young man's name can be announced, a figure from the crowd slides into the ring, removing a PCW baseball cap to reveal Darren "The Bomber" Hughes, clad in a NY Islanders jersey. Hughes knocks the man down from behind with a clothesline and then steals the microphone from the announcer, shoving him down.
Darren: Change of format.
Darren puts the microphone into the cargo pocket of his khakis, turning back towards the fallen cruiserweight. He pulls him to his feet before scooping him up quickly and sitting down even quicker, dropping the man square onto the top of his head and down onto his neck, his feet falling flat as well. His arms are lifeless, and his hair falls to the canvas at his head. Darren laughs and removes the microphone from his pocket, still seated as he taps the end a time or two. The crowd is firmly against Hughes, who flips off several members of the audience before talking.
Darren: Hahaha...don't bother counting the pinfall, I think we know who won this one.
The crowd boos even heavier, as Darren moves and gets to his feet, looking down at the man. He snaps his fingers, looking back into the crowd.
Darren: I think I forgot something...
Darren pulls the young man back to his feet, not caring that he still has not regained consciousness. With one hand still on the microphone, Darren is able to trip the man down and apply the Painted Black STF, propping the microphone up with his elbow and hand while holding the man's face with his other hand.
Darren: Am I making anything resembling a point yet?
The young grappler screams, but Darren cranks down on the hold. Finally, as a pair of agents rush to the ring, Darren jumps up and holds his hands in the air, keeping his grip on the microphone close to his mouth.
Darren: I'm done with him, you can scrape his ass off the mat. NOW...
Darren turns towards the crowd again, but they have nothing but resentment for The Bomber.
Darren: You know what, FUCK YOU TOO GREENVILLE! AM I GETTING TO YOU YET?
The crowd jeers loudly, with a couple of cups flying towards Darren. Darren does not break stride as he yells into the microphone, his eyes bouncing from person to person throughout the building.
Darren: I've fucked half the bitches in this building, and I'll smack anyone in here who has anything to say about it! Are you paying attention to me now? How about this...will THIS get your attention?
Hughes tears the jersey up and over his head, revealing an AWA T-shirt to even more booing and hissing from the capacity crowd at the PCW Arena.
Darren: I got it off some website for $3.75! Doesn't it make me look cool? Don't I look like somebody you just gotta hate?
Darren grins and flashes the shirt off, gathering more boos before flinging the shirt off as well, holding it in the air above his head as he speaks.
Darren: Hey Whitey! Am I getting to you yet? It sure looks like it! I mean, I gotta thank you for the namedrop on Jimmy Fallon! You know hoy many hits my site got because of you? Thank you, from the bottom of my little heart! Now you can get in line with the rest of these motherfuckers and get to suckin' on my balls! YOU LISTEN TO ME! Fuck these people, this is between you and me!
Darren motions to the hard camera, asking it to zomm into his face. As Darren speaks, the camera slowly does so.
Darren: Don't fuck with me, I want that camera right here on my eyes. I want Whitey Ford to watch this, because I know he ain't here. I want him to see that I'm not on my blog. I'm here, at work. I'm waiting for you to come to work so we can get the job done. Since the first day I have set foot here, you in particular have been one person that I knew sooner or later...I was gonna have some problems with you. I was expecting to be dealing with the entire company of assholes you always seem to bring along, but it looks like you're gonna be all alone for this one. That's fine with me. I drew my line in the sand and you've drawn yours. This ain't about business anymore. We both know this means something now...this ain't about making money, or looking good for the cameras and stupid shit like that. Now, it's about fucking pride! Fucking pride, and fucking destruction of pride!
As the agents have now helped the wrestler Hughes attacked to his feet and are getting him through the ropes, Darren runs over and throws a wild punch in his direction, connecting with the back of his head. As they turns around, all three of them are met with an again-screaming Darren Hughes.
Darren: I'm tryin' to get that respect! And I will get it, if I have to drag you out of the ring and through this crowd, into the bathrooms, into the popcorn stands, into the god damn streets if I have to! I ain't gonna ask you to change the rules, I don't care about them anymore. If I get disqualified for kicking the fuck out of you until the referee can't stand to watch it anymore, then so be it! Whitey Ford, I want your ass and I want to squash this bullshit right here, right now! You can find me on the street, come to my house in North Myrtle, wait until Trauma 122, walk up on me at the club, at Checkers', I don't give a fuck! I'm letting you know, right now...you and I, this is going above and beyond. I don't care anymore, I want respect and I'll get it one god damn way...or another.
Darren reaches into his pocket, slapping a bundle of bills onto the mat.
Darren: That's for the fines I'm about to get. I hope that kid quits the business and never gets back in the ring, because Darren Hughes...SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Darren points at a fan, who is annoying Hughes more than the others booing him in the crowd.
Darren: I don't come to where you work and tell you how to suck dick, so don't try to come in here and tell me how to do my job!
The crowd hisses and boos even louder, and another cup comes very close to Darren's face.
Darren: Way to go, waste three bucks on one twelve-ounce cup and then toss it at Darren Hughes, guess what? It ain't gonna work! You ain't gonna get under my skin! And you know what else? I'm already under yours! Darren Hughes is now a star, he's already on the rise and it don't matter what happens! Whitey Ford, he's on the run from me, he knows his time is coming in just a few short days. And when I get into that Deadly Rumble, at DI3...oh my sweet merciful crispy chocolatey Jesus...
Darren rubs his hands together like an excited little kid, and then laughs more.
Darren: Then NOBODY can argue with me. You people don't have to like me anymore. You just have to respect me. And after the beating I put on Whitey Ford, you'll respect me even more! No title, no problem! I don't need PCW's sanctioned championships to know I'm the baddest man you got, and I'm here to blow the status quo out the god damn water. Duck and cover, bitches. Darren out.
Hughes spikes the microphone into the canvas, exiting the ring and arguing with fans before he even steps through the ropes. As the video stops, Darren can be seen having several heated discussions with fans on the other side of the railing.