Post by Non Compos Mentis on Nov 1, 2012 17:38:34 GMT -5
PCW PRESENTS: DEADLY INTENTIONS 3
Sunday, October 28th, 2012
Live on Pay Per View from the Pure Class Arena in Greenville, South Carolina
A Deadly Night To Remember
Details:[/b] Deadly Intentions makes an unusually understated entrance on the air with a mere sequence of familiar guitar chords while a video package plays featuring the silhouettes in black and red of many PCW superstars. Amidst this grouping of blacked out stars are Grimm, Nacho Grande, ‘Mr Showtime’ Michael Wryght, Justin Kaard, MONROE, Whitey Ford, Kaijin Shinryu and the PCW World Champion, Sean Rhodes. Soon a drum beat kicks in and the lyrics, sung in the voice of Jack White, begin to play and the silhouettes turn from mere black into lifelike, fighting figures.
I'm gonna fight 'em off
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off, Taking their time right behind my back
And I'm talking to myself at night because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind behind a cigarette
The video package, now showcasing the stylised images of all six participants in the Showtime Classic Final and their many battles over the last two months, gets harder and faster with the vocals until one last line plays.
And the message coming from my eyes it says leave it alone!
As ‘Seven Nation Army’ by The White Stripes cranks it up a gear, The image of Sean Rhodes returns to the screen and throws a wild haymaker at the camera that appears to shatter the screen like glass. Finally the camera lights up in the arena with a huge explosion of pyrotechnics and the massive PCW crowd in attendance.
The excitement isn’t over as, when the smoke settles, the music continues and increases in volume while the camera focuses on the stage and a stunning scene…. The White Stripes are here, tonight, for one night only to perform to the PCW Faithful!
With the whole stadium rocking out to the song, the time flies past and this once in a lifetime moment passes in an instant. As Jack and Meg wrap up the song with a rousing finale, a final explosion of red pyros shoots into the roof of the arena and the cameras move to ringside to the nights’ commentary team, Jerry Andrew and Al Laiman.
Jerry Andrews: Wow! Now that’s what I call Rock ‘n’ Wrestling! Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen, to Deadly Intentions 3! I am Jerry Andrews, next to Al Laiman and this is sure to be one hell of a night!
Al Laiman: A hell of a night is an understatement, Andrews! We’ve got Title matches galore with MONROE defending his North American Title against Areas. Korey Kill challenges Whitey Ford for his International Championship too, and we finally reach the finale of the Showtime Classic!
Jerry Andrews: Every tag team in PCW has fought for one moment tonight! The PCW Tag Team Titles are back and will be claimed by Heaven & Hell, Crazy Muscles or The Ascension! And, of course, there’s the Deadly Rumble match to decide the new number one contender to the PCW World Title!
Al Laiman: Which brings us to the very first match tonight. What a treat to have such a huge contest already and surely it’s a sign of how huge tonight is set to be! Let’s hand it over to Mark Long in the ring!
World Championship Match
Sean Rhodes (©) vs. "Puro Power!" Kaijin Shinryu
Referee: Tyrone Little
World Championship Match
Sean Rhodes (©) vs. "Puro Power!" Kaijin Shinryu
Referee: Tyrone Little
Details:[/b] Mark Long: Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to Deadly Intentions 3! Tonights first match, scheduled for one fall, is for the P-C-W WOOOOOORLD CHAMPIOOOOOONSHIIIIIP!
The crowd is hot for the opening match of DI3, chants for both superstars already broken out and they seem split between the world champion and his contender. That’s when the music hits – drumming leading into the distorted twang of the guitar.
Tsunagi tometa kotae ga yuruyaka ni
Koroge chiru futashikana warutsu de
“Shitataru Mouru” by Dir En Grey is in full swing by the time Kaijin Shinryu takes to the stage, his sleeveless trench pooling up around his boots as he stands proudly at the front of the stage. Unmoving, he waits as the song continues on and he seems to lightly bob to the rhythm of this entrance theme. After a moment, he steps forward, waving the tail of his trench wildly as he begins a power walk towards the ring.
Jerry Andrews: “There he is, the man on a mission: Kaijin Shinryu…”
Al Laiman: “Mr. Puro Power himself, he has an opportunity tonight – but can he bring enough wrestling spirit to the battle to dethrone our freshly crowned World Champion?”
Jerry Andrews: “That has yet to be seen, but you can’t forget he went to battle and won the Icemann Invitational Tournament, taking out several other competitors before ultimately defeating Johnny Vivacious to earn this match.”
Al Laiman: “That he did, but you’ve got to wonder if challenging Non Compos Mentis was strategy on his part – he could have cashed it in against Lantlas.”
Muishiki ni wareru tougai
Bara o tsukisashi nugui toru doro
Ashi ga matsu kishi… namiutsu
Obore tsukareta anata wa doko?
‘Puro Power’ makes his way down the ramp, stopping midway through and dropping down to a single knee. A solemn expression takes hold of his face as he whispers a silently to himself while pointing towards the air. After a moment, he springs to his feet; beating his chest as he does so and continues his journey to the ring.
Mark Long: “On his way to the ring, the challenger is from Portland, Oregon, by way of Hiroshima, Japan. He stands five feet and nine inches tall, weighing in at two hundred and sixty-five pounds. He is “Puro Power!” KAIJIIIIIIIIIN SHINRRRRRYYYYYYYUUUUUUUU!”
Puro Power enters the ring, tossing his coat over the top rope and quickly making his way to a corner. Taking a grasp of the top rope firmly he begins to pull on it tightly before releasing and throwing a series of shadow elbows and finishing it up with a spinning back elbow.
Jerry Andrews: “Puro Power is here, and he means business. You’ve got to wonder how the champion will fare against the stiff style of Shinryu.”
Al Laiman: “Strong style; stiffness is what it is all about. He’s out there to showcase true technique, calculated brutality, and pure wrestling.”
Jerry Andrews: “Non Compos Mentis has well-established background when it comes to the more extreme niches in this industry, we’ll see if he can take what Shinryu has to dish out.”
The lights in the arena begin to dim and the crowd instantly reacts, the feverish cheering is followed by collective silence as the bell toll starts – soon followed by a slow riff from the guitar leading into the drums and soon the opening of the song itself.
Jerry Andrews:”Here he is, your PCW World Heavyweight Champion!?”
“Hell’s Bells” by AC/DC plays on and the cymbal leads into the song itself, Non Compos Mentis takes to the stage with the World Heavyweight Championship sitting on his shoulder. The crowd rains their cheers down upon their champion, who responds with a fast nod and look of appreciation before making his way hastily down the ramp.
Al Laiman: “You’ve got to wonder if Puro knows what he’s gotten himself into. Rhodes has spent his entire career chasing after this title, and now that he finally he has it I doubt he’s going to be giving it up so easily.”
Jerry Andrews: “I’m going to agree, but at the same time nobody wants to give up a title – their opponent has to be ready to take it from them. Is Shinryu up to the task?”
Kaijin watches from his corner as Non Compos Mentis approaches the ring and the lyrics to the song kick in. Taking to the stairs, Rhodes walks the length of the apron while tracing the top rope with his left hand. With a quick wipe of his feet, he slips beneath the bottom rope and hands his belt to Tyrone Little who steps to the center of the ring and holds it high in the air for all to see.
Jerry Andrews:”That’s what it’s about, folks. One of the most prestigious, if not most, titles in our profession.”
Al Laiman:”Amen to that.”
Tyrone Little approaches the ropes, handing the belt to the time keeper and calling for the bell. Approaching each other, neither seems as though they’re going to attempt circling. Words are exchanged between the two men, and the crowd watches on. Kaijin steps forward, pressing his forehead to Rhodes and pointing out towards the title. Rhodes is unflinching, the two continue to exchange words before Kaijin throws the first strike: a hard chop across Non Compos Mentis’ chest. Rhodes recoils a bit from the impact and steps forward and replies with his own strike, throwing a hard right hand at Shinryu. The blow crashes into Shinryu’s head and instantly replies with his own right hand and soon the fists are flying!
It almost seems to become a blur as both men are throwing wildly and connecting, the crowd goes absolutely wild as neither man seems ready to back down – that’s when Rhodes takes control. Stepping in, he clips Shinryu across the abdomen with knee before dropping hard forearms across Shinryu’s back. Hitting the ropes, he looks for a running knee to the head, Shinryu Moves! Turning around, he’s met with a chop across his throat and the deafening sound of the impact echoes throughout the PCW Arena.
Al Laiman: “There it is, that stiff style of Shinryu that we were talking about. The man can take a beating and dish out one as well.”
Rhodes stumbles and his met with another chop, once again across his throat that sends him reeling. Holding his chest, he quickly feels as tug at his right wrist before being pulled into a chop that levels him.
Jerry Andrews: “While Shinryu gives up a height advantage to the champion, it’s obvious that he can match strength with Non Compos Mentis.”
Pulling Rhodes to his feet, he takes his arm and once again pulls him for another chop that drops him to the mat. Shinryu falls for a pin, Tyrone Little rushes to get into position.
Kick out from Rhodes before the one count! Shinryu stands up quickly, rushes to the ropes and comes back with a lot boot to the rising Rhodes. The blow hits him in the midsection, but he does not budge. Shinryu hits the ropes again and comes across with another boot; once again, there is no movement from Rhodes. Shinryu goes for a third try but this time Rhodes is ready. Rushing to his feet, Non Compos Mentis rushes forward and throws up his right leg and nails Puro Power with a standing kenka kick.
Al Laiman: “That had to hurt.”
Jerry Andrews: “But Shinryu’s still standing!”
Slapping his own chest, Shinryu eyes Rhodes with a look of determination.
Shinryu calls out. Rhodes looks to him and hits the ropes again and once again hits a Kenka Kick on Shinryu who only stumbles a bit.
Shinryu bellows out, and that’s when Rhodes hits the ropes and comes off with a sense of determination. Jumping into the air, he hits a high leaping Kenka Kick that floors Shinryu and he quickly goes for the pin.
A kick out before one from Shinryu.
Jerry Andrews:”Was he asking for me?”
Al Laiman:”He was, and he sure as hell got more if you ask me.”
Shinryu wastes little time getting to his feet but Rhodes is quick to continue his offense. Taking Shinryu from behind, taking a hold of his head and dropping him in a reverse ddt. He goes for the cover once again.
A kick out before one once again from Shinryu!
Jerry Andrews: “These are odd pin attempts from Rhodes, he’s got to know he can’t put away a competitor like Kaijin Shinryu that easily…”
Not allowing Shinryu a moment’s rest, leaning down, Rhodes takes a handful of Kaijins hair and begins to pepper him with hard rights. Tyrone Little quickly steps in to force Rhodes away, but it doesn’t last long. As Shinryu fights to his feet his met with a running knee strike that bounces off his skull. Stumbling away, Shinryu turns and stumbles right into the Dum Dum Drop – but Shinryu counters! As Rhodes lifts Shinryu quickly drops series of elbows across NCM’s face and breaks from the hold. Stumbling away, Shinryu hits the ropes only to run into another attempt – and once again offers the same counter.
Al Laiman: “You don’t often see such rookie mistakes from NCM, there’s gotta be something on his mind.”
Jerry Andrews: “I’m going to have to agree on that one, why would he try a move that he knows Shinryu has scouted twice within a matter of seconds of each other.”
Rhodes stumbles away and turns right into a huge roundhouse kick from Puro, the blow levels him and Puro quickly goes for the cover.
Kick out from Rhodes, and Puro is fast to mount an offense before Rhodes can get to his feet. Dragging NCM off of the canvas, he quickly hunches him with hard kick to the stomach. Stepping back, he steps forward and sends a low boot across the face of Rhodes. Rhodes stumbles away only to turn and eat another boot, this time to his right thigh. Falling down to a single knee, he brings both hands up to block another kick to his head and stumbles away. Shinryu wastes no time in following NCM, dropping a series of axe handles across Rhodes’ back before heaving him up and over in a powerful looking suplex. He quickly goes for the cover…
Kick out! Rhodes powers up and as he sits up he instantly begins to throw a wild series of strikes at Shinryu who seems caught off guard by the aggression. Ending the series with a hard haymaker, Rhodes struggles to his feet as he watches Shinryu stumble away. Gathering himself in the corner, Shinryu is quickly met with a rushing NCM who knocks his head clean off with a running kenka kick into the corner. Shinryu’s vertical base seems to give way, and he falls into a seated position – the crowd knows what’s coming. Hitting the ropes, NCM charges into a running face wash with his right boot. Pulling Shinryu out of the corner, he drops for a cover…
Kick out from Shinryu!
Jerry Andrews: “Non Compos Mentis doesn’t seem to be pulling any punches. He’s showing Shinryu that he can not only hang with him, but he can do damage when it comes to his striking.”
Al Laiman: “A lot of aggression being showcased by the champion, you’d think Shinryu had done something to offend him. He legitimately looked like he was trying to kick Puro’s head off.”
Leading Shinryu to his feet, NCM quickly executes a russian leg sweep. Springing to his feet he begins to drop elbows in rapid succession with the crowd rallying behind him more with each blow. Soon, however, it seemed more than just a succession of elbow drops. Standing up, NCM begins to stomp away rather violently at Kaijin’s chest. Tyrone Little is quick to intervene and force the champion away, but Shinryu would not allow the help up. Rushing to his feet, he charged directly into Rhodes and leveled him with a brutal looking lariat.
Jerry Andrews: “Well, it looks like he’s ready to tell Non Compos Mentis that he isn’t the only one who knows how to give a beating.”
Al Laiman: “He put everything but the kitchen sink behind that lariat, and it looks like he’s not done.”
Instead of going for the pinfall attempt, Shinryu drags the dazed Rhodes to his feet. Kick after kick crash into NCM’s gut, each blow stiffer than the last. Stepping back, Shinryu spins and goes for a roaring elbow but NCM ducks under it – but Shinryu keeps spinning! BOOM!
Al Laiman:”…Did he just try to assassinate NCM?”
The blow hits cleanly across NCM’s forehead, busting him wide open – but he’s still standing. Shinryu looks amazed and quickly loads up another elbow and swings for the fences...but Rhodes is still standing!
Jerry Andrews:”We’ve always known that Sean Rhodes was a man who could take punishment, but that’s just flabbergasting…”
Shinryu steps back, roaring out for the crowd as they absolutely go wild and steps in for another elbow…but it’s blocked! Rhodes puts his hand of the way of the blow and quickly scoops up Shinryu and slams him down. The crowd is going wild as NCM bounces off the ropes to hit a rolling knee drop across Shinryu’s forehead.
Al Laiman: “Here we go! Here we go!”
NCM reaches up, wiping the blood off of his face and wiping it on his chest before beating against it like a man possessed. Rushing into the newly risen Shinryu, he opens with a flurry of stiff right hands to the head before irish whipping Shinryu into the ropes – instead of catching him on the first rebound he side steps it…
Jerry Andrews: “What exactly is he trying to setup?”
Shinryu hits the ropes again, his wits quickly return and he goes for a lariat – but Rhodes ducks it. Rushing forward, NCM bounces off the opposite ropes and the two men collide in the center of the ring…NCM turns it into a double a spinebuster that seems to shake the ring itself.
Jerry Andrews: “Now that’s a spinebuster…”
Al Laiman:”Lets hope for the sake of Puro Power that he didn’t just release his bowels after a move like that; that was ridiculous…”
Shinryu is looking at the ceiling with no signs of kicking out as NCM goes for the cover…
NCM sits up, looking absolutely bewildered and begins to look to the crowd wondering what he has to do take this match. Standing up, he simply looks down at Shinryu with a look of exasperation on his face and that’s when he looks to the top rope.
Al Laiman: “Is he…?”
Jerry Andrews: “I think he is…”
Walking to the ropes, Rhodes takes the apron and walks to the turnbuckle. Climbing it slowly, he sits perched on the top rope for a moment simply gazing upon the fallen Shinryu.
Al Laiman: “He knows better than this…he’s giving Puro too much time…”
Standing up, he leaps forward for a diving headbutt and Shinryu rolls out of the way and the crowd instantly stands on their feet. Shinryu slowly stumbles to his feet and soon falls against the ropes, using them to hold him up. He looks toward Rhodes and begins to scream out…
Waiting at the ropes, Shinryu watches as Rhodes slowly stumbles to his feet. The crowd is ready and so is Shinryu, rushing forward he plants a firm boot into the midsection of NCM before pulling him between his legs.
Jerry Andrews: “He’s calling for it…”
Al Laiman: “It could be over!”
Shinryu leans down, wrapping his arms around NCM’s midsection and quickly heaves upwards. He drops to a knee but quickly corrects himself and stands up with Rhodes setup in the air – he drops him down! COVER!
NO! Kick out from Rhodes and the crowd comes absolutely unhinged!
Jerry Andrews: “ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? DID HE REALLY JUST KICK OUT!?”
Al Laiman: “That, right there, is WHY Sean Rhodes, Non Compos Mentis, is our World Heavyweight Champion!?”
Shinryu looks down at Rhodes as though he’s seeing a ghost, unsure of what to do. Eyeing the ropes, he looks down to Rhodes and waits. As he begins to stir, slowly attempting to get to his feet, Shinryu hits the ropes. Putting all of his speed into the run, he hits the ropes, belows out a war cry and – A spinning backfist from NCM!?
Al Laiman: “Goodnight folks, I’m glad you could join us, that steak is done…”
Jerry Andrews: “Blunt Trauma…and I think Shinryu is out for the count..”
Flying through the air, Puro Power crashes against the canvas with no signs of light. A dazed NCM stumbles to his feet and quickly drags Shinryu to his feet by the nape of his neck. Tucking him down, he quickly takes Puro’s arms and sets them in a double underhook. Pushing towards the center of the ring, he heaves Shinryu up vertically pressing his own belly to Shinryu’s back before sitting out and hitting the Fractured Mind. Pushing Shinryu’s limp body, he heaves him over on to his back and lays across him, hooking his right leg lightly for a pin.
Winner: Sean Rhodes via Pinfall
A (Puro) Powerful Performance
Details:[/b] The crowd rise to their feet with huge applause at the contest they’ve just witnessed and the colossal start to Deadly Intentions 3. Both men stay on the mat, totally exhausted by their efforts whether they’re victorious or defeated, but the sound of the crowd finally reaches through the fog to Sean Rhodes.
Jerry Andrews: So tough was that contest that even the victor is struggling to get to his feet!
Al Laiman: But getting up he is! Sean Rhodes came through one hell of a test tonight and Shinryu has more than proved himself as a legitimate contender here in PCW.
Cautiously staying away from the ropes and any other help offered, Rhodes pushes himself up to his knees and finally up to his feet, swaying uneasily after all the trauma he endured. The PCW Faithful greet him with cheers and even more once the PCW World Title is returned to his triumphant arms by the referee. Raising his hand to the fans in acknowledgment he slowly makes his way over to the ropes but…
Jerry Andrews: Puro is still fighting even after the bell’s gone, only now he’s just trying to fight back to his feet.
Al Laiman: How many times did he get kicked in the head? Slammed into that mat? And to end it he got dumped right on the top of his dome… how the hell is he even able to move right now?
Nevermind moving, Puro Power uses all his remaining energy to push his broken body up to a knee. Despite his struggle he follows Rhodes in declining any help from the referee and climbs back to his feet. He is too weak though and falls back to his knees, a look of frustration written on his face. A “PU-RO-POW-ER!” chant begins to spread throughout the crowd and Rhodes takes notice, turning from the ropes and looking at his rival with a curious expression. With the champion looking on, Puro thrusts himself back to his feet one more time and stumbles sideways, falling on the ropes to hold himself up.
Jerry Andrews: Shinryu gave everything he had, he pushed Rhodes to the limit and he has nothing more to prove, why is he doing this to himself?
Al Laiman: Because he’s a competitor, Andrews! Competitors refuse to stay down, they refuse to be beaten!
The crowd respectfully applaud the unfortunate loser but the sound of clapping is joined by one more set of hands. Across the ring, Rhodes takes a couple of steps forward and begins to applaud the performance of his opponent and his refusal to stay down even now.
Al Laiman: Before this match, Rhodes questioned how much Puro Power deserved this opportunity, I don’t think he’s questioning that anymore.
Puro looks back while clutching the ropes and can only watch as Rhodes stops clapping and gives him one last nod of respect before climbing out of the ring. As Puro exits in his own time, the cameras move back to the commentary station.
Jerry Andrews: What a way to start of this epic show, and it can only get better from here.
Al Laiman: Sean Rhodes might still be the PCW World Champion but there are still many more titles to decide and rivalries to settle tonight.
Jerry Andrews: Speaking of which…
International Championship Match
“THE Asshole” Whitey Ford © w/Michael J. Windsor vs. “The Sick” Korey Kill Slick Will
Referee: AJ Bennett
International Championship Match
“THE Asshole” Whitey Ford © w/Michael J. Windsor vs. “The Sick” Korey Kill Slick Will
Referee: AJ Bennett
Details:[/b] (The camera cuts to Mark Long standing in the ring, ready to introduce the next match of the night.)
Mark Long: The following contest has a twenty-minute time-limit, is scheduled for one fall, and is for the...PCW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP!
(The crowd pops.)
Mark Long: Introducing first, standing at six-feet, three inches tall and weighing two-hundred and twenty pounds…from Leeds, Maine…he is the PCW International Champion…“THE Asshole”…WHITEY FORD!
(“Critical Acclaim” by Avenged Sevenfold begins to play, and the arena lights dim down to darkness, except for the stage. The PCW-Tron begins playing video highlights of Whitey Ford in action.
As the heavy guitars kick in, “THE Asshole” walks out onto the stage with his arms held open, soaking in the crowd reaction with an arrogant smile. Standing directly behind him, in the finest business suit money can afford, is Ford’s friend and manager, “The Ego” MJ Windsor.)
Al Laiman: As you can see, Ford is without the International Championship.
Jerry Andrews: The reason for that is because Darren Hughes stole it from him at Trauma 122.
(Whitey doesn't waste much time on the stage and continues down the ramp, with The Ego not far behind him, mouthing off to the fans along the way. Once at ringside, Ford rolls into the ring, while The Ego climbs the ring steps and enters that way. Ford's music fades out and it turns into, “My Name Hold Weight” by Future. The moment the music turns on, “THE Asshole” and “The Ego” burst out into hearty laughter.)
Jerry Andrews: Whitey and MJ are yucking it up in the ring. I'm wondering what joke I am missing.
Al Laiman: Bad music aside, I don't know what the joke is either.
Mark Long: And his opponent...from New York, New York...standing six-feet, four inches and weighing two-hundred and eighty-five pounds...being accompanied by Slick Will...“The Sick”...KOREY KILL!
(The camera turns to the entryway, but nobody comes out.)
Jerry Andrews: Kill has been AWOL for a few weeks now, but I did expect him to be here tonight.
Al Laiman: This might have been the biggest opportunity this kid every got. You'd think he wouldn't want to waste it.
(After a few moments, the camera focuses to Mark Long in the ring, he looks at the official and shrugs. Referee AJ Bennett gets beckoned by The Ego, and AJ walks over. The Ego whispers something to Bennett, and then Bennett walks back over to Mark Long. After getting instruction, Mark Long speaks.)
Mark Long: I've been told that Referee Bennett has awarded this contest to Whitey Ford via forefeit.
(The fans jeer the announcement.)
Al Laiman: Well, that blows.
(Whitey aggressively walks over to Mark and snatches the microphone away from him. The Ego then starts shooing both Mark and AJ out of the ring.)
“THE Asshole” Whitey Ford: First thing's first, turn-off that shitty music.
(Korey Kill's entrance music abruptly comes to an end.)
Al Laiman: Thanks for that.
Whitey Ford: I'm going to make this short and sweet, because I have other things I need to take care of. Guy in the truck, play the tape...
(The PCW-Tron springs to life and on the screen it shows a filthy alley. Drug needles, garbage, and beer bottles can be seen from all angles.)
Whitey Ford: What you're seeing right now is a live shot of an alley somewhere in New York City.
(The camera begins to pan around the alley.)
Whitey Ford: Wait for it. Wait for it. Wait for it...BOOM!...there!
(The camera stops and focuses on an industrial dumpster. Sitting on the floor, leaning against it is a man.)
Whitey Ford: Zoom in.
(The camera zooms and the man is definitely “The Sick” Korey Kill. There's evidence that Korey had been attacked, as his face is swollen and there's dried blood on his cheeks. Korey's clothes are also tattered, and there are a couple of empty bottles of forty-ounces laying next to him.)
Whitey Ford: Alright, enough of that.
(The PCW-Tron cuts off.)
Whitey Ford: As you can see, Korey Kill is in a conference call and won't be able to make it here tonight. And before you all start asking, no, I had nothing to do with it. After Kill decided to go AWOL, I hired a team to find him, because I want to do nothing more than rip that little traitor's head off. That's what they found- Kill sitting in a ditch somewhere, drunk off his fucking ass. Needless to say, he drunk himself into a stupor because he was too scared to fight me.
(The crowd boos.)
Jerry Andrews: I don't know if I'm buying Ford's story.
Al Laiman: Whether Whitey is telling the truth or not, the only thing we know is that Kill is not here and Ford is.
Whitey Ford: Seeing as to how Kill was too scared to fight, I'm done with him. Which brings me on to my next bit of business...Darren Hughes.
(The crowd cheers, not-so-much for Darren, but because they know what Darren did.)
Whitey Ford: Darren, you have something that belongs to me, and I would like it back. But do me a favor, hold on to it until later. Seeing how I don't have a match now, I sought management earlier in the evening and I was able to work myself into the Deadly Rumble.
(The PCW Faithful gasp, then jeer.)
Jerry Andrews: Wait, Ford is a champion. He shouldn't have been eligible.
Al Laiman: Didn't you just hear him say he got permission to be involved? Pay attention, Jerry.
Whitey Ford: Darren, you want to return it to me? Cool. Bring it down to ringside when you make your entrance. I'll be sure to pick it up then. 'Til later, douches.
(Whitey Ford drops the microphone and his music begins to play as he, and The Ego, exit the ring and Al Laiman and Jerry Andrews run through tonight’s sponsors.)
Details:[/b] “Dream is Collapsing” by Hans Zimmer begins to play and the crowd is startled into silence for a moment, but soon the silence breaks and the ovation begins.
Jerry Andrews: “We thought we had heard the last of the former PCW World Champion.”
Al Laiman:”When you’re a legend of his caliber, there really isn’t ever a last time;.”
Walking through the curtains and on to the stage, oddly enough Lantlas is not wearing any ring gear. While wearing what looks to be a ceremonial armor piece, with a matching garment beneath, it’s quite obvious that he is not out here to wage war within the squared circle. A soft smile plays across his face as he gazed across the sea of fans; all of their faces absolutely illuminated with joy as they gaze upon the legendary competitor.
Jerry Andrews: “After an ovation like that, it’s hard to deny Lantlas’ impact here in Pure Class Wrestling. The faithful truly love him.”
Nodding respectfully, he takes his time walking down to the ramp; savoring each and every moment and interacting with a few fans on his way down the ramp. Entering the ring, he soon produces a microphone and takes to the center of the ring.
Lantlas: ”I haven't spoken to any of you in a very long time. I never was much for public speaking, but I feel I owe it to all of you who have supported me over the years to let you know what's happening. “
The chants are breaking out like a wildfire, ranging from simply ‘Lantlas! Lantlas!’ to that of ‘This is Awesome!’. Lantlas can only smile as the fans jubilation is something not easily ignored in such a situation.
Lantlas: “I started wrestling in 1999, and for the most part, I never stopped. When PCW was closed, I was elsewhere. I've been traveling all over the world, testing myself against the best, but Pure Class Wrestling was always my home. I've won 71 matches in my PCW run, a mark I'm sure will be bettered by Sean Rhodes and Grimm before long, and I'm a proud three-time PCW champion. I was also proud to know that a great man has taken over the spot in Sean Rhodes, and I wish him the best in this run. If I had any advice for him, it would be to enjoy the spot while he can, because it won't last forever. “
A somber tone takes control of the crowd as they listen to the words of the Elven Warrior. Leaning against the top ropes, the usually well-composed Lantlas seems to be bearing his most intimate thoughts and emotions to the crowd; the soft smile still resting upon his lips.
Lantlas: “That was the mistake I made; I believed as an immortal being that I could wrestle forever. I pushed myself through a shoulder injury, and therefore I ended up making it worse. Combine that with the years of abuse my body has taken in some of the most intense matches in professional wrestling, and the reality has finally hit me. I may be around for a long time, but my days as a full-time professional wrestler have come to a close. “
Jerry Andrews and Al Laiman join the crowd in their collective show of respect to their former World Champion. Removing their headsets, they step to the side of the table as they gaze upon their colleague in the ring. They are not alone in this gesture, as several staffers from the back can be seen pouring on to the stage to gaze upon a man they’ve grown to respect over all of these years.
Lantlas: ”Professional wrestling has meant the world to me, as have all of you. PCW has some of the greatest wrestlers, not to mention people, in the entire business. My time at the top of this company, as a regular, as a main-eventer, has been the best years of my life, despite all that has happened outside of this ring. I'm forced to feel every ounce of pain, every torn muscle, and the shoulder that simply won't let me wrestle a full-time schedule anymore, but I have no regrets, outside of not realizing it was my time much sooner. “
The passion in his words carries through the crowd, uplifting them as they cheer on the last words of his statement. ‘Thank you, Lantlas!’ begins to bounce around the crowd before becoming a full blown chant that carries throughout the PCW arena. The soft smile doesn’t fade, and the light within his eyes seems to burn even brighter. Stepping back from the ropes, he takes to the center of the ring. Lifting the microphone to his lips, he goes to speak but suddenly can’t find the words. Stepping back, he holds the microphone down and allows the fans to continue. After a moment, he composes himself once more and speaks.
Lantlas: “The new generation is taking over PCW. It's been fun to step back and just watch it as a fan. I don't even know some of these names anymore, but I'll do my best to catch up. The young kids here who are fighting just for a spot on a prestigious roster have the fire in their eyes that I once did, and it's not right for me to take a spot away from them when my best days are behind me. Three world titles, an International title, a tag team title, and a Hall-of-Fame induction... I have nothing left to accomplish. “
Stopping at the end of the sentence, he holds the microphone to his chest and once more simply seems to bask within the warmth of the crowd’s outpouring heart and warmth to the Elven Warrior. Members of the PCW roster have now joined the staff members of the stage, several current faces and those from the past as well seem ready to give the Elven Warrior the send off he deserves.
Lantlas: “However, that doesn't mean I'm going to be gone forever. There will always be a spot for The Elven Warrior in PCW, but that spot is just no longer a full-time one. It may be once or twice a year, but you better believe I'll be back. Some of those fiery youngsters may one day want to step up to the one simply known as the best, and on the day where one has reached the point where he needs the ultimate test, I'll be there to accept the challenge. “
The crowd bellows out a fiery cheer in response to the thought of the Elven Warrior stepping into the ring one more time. The soft smile finally grows into something more – a bright and vivacious smirk that seems to light up arena. While the spirit is left within his heart, his eyes tell the story of a man who has made peace with his legacy and upon the end of a journey.
Lantlas: “Until that time, I bid all of you goodbye, and extend my deepest thanks for the privilege of representing you. Thank you, sincerely.”
Placing the Microphone in the center of the ring, he steps back from it before rolling beneath the bottom rope. As he approaches the barrier he’s instantly greeted by waves and waves of fans all trying to pay their respects to the departing legend. Each offering a handshake, a hug, and a smile – all with hearts and minds full of memories that they have been given by this man throughout his career. Slowly but surely, he makes his way to the ramp and meets the sea of faces at the top of the ramp all waiting to accept him. Standing in the center of the ramp, he reaches down and unsheathes his sword. Joisting it high into the air, the crowd absolutely ignites one last time.
As the sword lowers, a Guard of Honor is formed on the stage that shows the great respect and reverence that every member of the PCW roster and staff has for Lantlas. Very slowly the PCW Icon makes his way through the passage, thanks every man and woman before waving to the crowd one final time. The remaining crowd follows him to the back to make way, as Lantlas would want, for the next contest to take place.
North American Championship Match
MONROE (©) vs. "Captain 'Murica" Areas
Referee: Eddie Lane
North American Championship Match
MONROE (©) vs. "Captain 'Murica" Areas
Referee: Eddie Lane
Details: [/b]“Yeaaahhhhh woman I can’t feel a thing…”
The rich baritone of Gary Clark Jr.’s voice booms through the P.A. system, soon by the twang of the psychedelic opening riff of “Numb”. Several members of the iSTRONGSTYLE fight team pour through the curtain and after a few moments the man himself shows – MONROE, the Pure Class Wrestling North American Champion.
Mark Long: “First, Introducing the champion…”
Jerry Andrews: “I’ve got to say, I’m surprised the champion is coming out first; that’s not something that’s all too usual.”
Al Laiman: “Well, to be honest, MONROE isn’t all that usual to begin with. I think he’s trying to send a message by coming out first.”
Jerry Andrews: “What would that message be?”
Al Laiman: “Respect. He’s cocky, he doesn’t care when he’s coming out – first or last – Areas has been disrespecting him and I think he’s just ready to get this match started..”
Standing at the mouth of the stage, MONROE takes a moment to gaze around the arena as the pyro spray cascades down and bounces off surface of his sleeveless PVD hoodie. With a gold attire on this night, with a matching pair of golden aviators sitting over his mask, he wastes little time in making his way down to the ring with his entourage close behind him. Oddly enough, the North American championship belt isn’t around his waist – another man is carrying it for him, joisting it proudly in the air like a banner.
Jerry Andrews: “For someone who initially wasn’t too keen on this title, it seems as though he’s showcasing it pretty heavily.”
Al Laiman: “He wasn’t keen on the champion at the time, not the belt itself. C’mon now, pay attention.”
Mark Long: “Fighting out of Tokyo, Japan. Standing six feet two inches and weighing in at two hundred and twenty-two pound, he is your Pure Class Wrestling North American Champion – MONROE!”
Reaching the foot of the stage, MONROE is soon engulfed by his entourage as the disrobe his ring garments and begin to pep talk him for the match. He seems to be listening to the men intently but the lights drop, cutting off MONROE’s entrance.
The chant pipes through the P.A system and the crowd is bathed in a red, white and blue strobe effect before The Boss himself, Bruce Springsteen takes to the stage – with Areas! A light comes on to the side of the stage to show the entire E Street band is ready to go.
“MONROE’s got nowhere to run aint, got nowhere to go…”
Jerry Andrews: “I can’t believe he actually did it…:
Al Laiman: “Ladies and Gentlemen, Bruce Springsteen!”
Mark Long: “And the challenger..!”
“Booooooooooooooooooooooooornnnnnnnnnnn in the USAAAAAA!!!!!!!”
The bass drum starts off the song, as the keyboard and guitar quickly kick in. Areas points the American Flag in the direction of the E Street band before waiving it proudly in the air much to the chagrin of the crowd. The crowd seems mixed, half of them going crazy for Bruce Springsteen and the other half jeering at the xenophobic Areas.
Areas chants out, all the while making his way down the ramp – MONROE doesn’t seem impressed, bouncing off the ropes, seeming to get his stride going before the match.
Jerry Andrews: “Win or lose, nobody can say Areas doesn’t deserve to be here.”
Al Laiman: “You’d think he know that this country was built on the back of immigrants. Hell, isn’t MONROE an American citizen?”
Jerry Andres: “I believe so.”
Mark Long: “Standing six feet three inches, weighing in at two hundred and sixty-six pounds, from Ameeericcaaa town, America – Areas!”
Joisting the U.S. flag into the air, pumping it up and down to the beat of the snare drum, Areas marches down the ramp seemingly ignoring all the jeers and keeping his attention upon the flag. Reaching the end of the stage, he watches as MONROE’s entourage passes him by and begins to scream at them.
“Where are you papers!? Why do you smell like cooked dog!?”
They don’t seem to flinch as they pass the portly wrestler, and MONROE seems ready to go, urging Eddie Lane to force Areas to hurry it up. Areas climbs the steel stairs and places the flag in a holder on the right turnbuckle nearest to the stage. He takes one more moment to point out Bruce Springsteen before stepping into the ring. Eddie Lane walks to the ropes and receives the title belt from the time keeper. Walking to the center of the ring, he holds the title high into the air for before walking back towards the ropes and passing it out, he quickly calls for the bell. Bruce Springsteen takes a seat at ringside, ready to watch Areas in competition.
Jerry Andrews: “And here we go, the North American championship is on the line tonight!”
Al Laiman: “You’ve got to wonder, with MONROE’s recent streak of losses as of late, is he ready for this match?”
Jerry Andrew: “He better be, as Areas came to play..”
“Godzilla can’t save you now!” Areas calls out, as the two men begin to circle and lock up with a test of strength. Areas begins to push MONROE back towards the corner, and successfully does do. Eddie Lane quickly steps in. Areas breaks his grasp and steps back. “NEED TO PUT ON SOME WEIGHT BOY, EAT SOME OF THAT RICE!” Areas calls out, and that’s when MONROE reacts. Charging forward, he heaves the larger Areas into the air and down to the mat with an explosive double leg takedown. Mounting Areas, MONROE begins to rain down a flurry of elbows.
Al Laiman: “When you’re in the ring with a guy like MONROE, I don’t think your best bet is to piss him off – he doesn’t seem like the rational type.”
Jerry Andrews: “Maybe that’s what he wants, the normally calculated MONROE to become irrational.”
Al Laiman: “I think you’re giving Areas too much credit”
Eddie Lane quickly steps in to pull MONROE off of Areas, but MONROE only eases off enough for Areas to stumble to his feet. Not allowing his competitor the time to recover, he quickly rushes in for another double leg takedown but this time he gets stuffed. Areas brings both of his arms down across the upper back of MONROE before heaving him up and over in a quick snap suplex with a pin attempt.
A fast kick out from MONROE who instantly scrambles to his feet and awaits the incoming Areas. The go for a lockup once more and this time MONROE showcases his expert grappling abilities. Pressing inwards, he turns the test of strength into a hammerlock. Taking Areas from behind, he leans down and pulls Areas’ legs from beneath him and quickly mounts him from behind. Laying across Areas’ back, with his leg straddling his midsection, he quickly attempts what looks to be a rear naked choke but Areas is quick to roll out of the hold.
Jerry Andrews: “Did MONROE just attempt to put Areas in his own finisher?”
Al Laiman: “I believe so. Man’s got balls.”
Areas stumbles to his feet, looking absolutely furious over the attempt and runs right into standing kenka kick from MONROE. Stepping into Areas’ body, he throws an arm between his legs and one around his neck before heaving Areas up and over for a bridging exploder suplex pin attempt.
Kick out from Areas. MONROE doesn’t let the portly superstar get to his feet, quickly applying a ground headlock and using his knees to send blow after blow crashing into Areas’ face – it isn’t long before the referee breaks the hold.
Jerry Andrews: “There is that killer instinct of MONROE, killing two birds with one stone, holding in a submission while striking away at the same time.”
Al Laiman: “Just what we need, the possibility of Areas losing the few brain cells he has left. That should probably be banned from this match.”
Areas is quick to recover but is quickly pulled into a standing headlock, MONROE’s control, however doesn’t last long. Pushing forward, Areas leads MONROE to the ropes only to bounce him off of them. On the rebound he catches MONROE with a sickening high knee. Not allowing MONROE time to recover, he instantly jumps to the ground and places a side headlock on MONROE.
Al Laiman: “Looking like they’re going to play a little tit for tat. Anything you can do I can do beter…”
Jerry Andrews: “With MONROE’s grappling background, that’s not such a smart idea..”
Areas synchs in the hold but MONROE counters out of it easily, he quickly begins to drive knees into Areas’ back, forcing him to loosen his grip. Slipping out of Areas’ arms, he quickly, takes Areas left arm and applies a keylock. He doesn’t stay in the position long, quickly pressing his body up and over – bridging the maneuver and wrenching at Areas’ arm. Eddie Lane quickly gets in place.
“Do you give up?”
“These colors don’t run!?
Areas calls out, and MONROE quickly presses off and flips back into position to throw knees into the shoulder of Areas. Standing up, he drags Areas up with him only to forcefully heave him up and over in a snap suplex. Areas doesn’t stay down, instantly standing up he catches the turning MONROE with a powerful looking double leg lifting. Stepping forward, he hurls MONROE through the air and watches as he crashes and burns against the mat. Hitting the ropes, he comes rushing forward and goes for a rolling senton across MONROE’s chest – but MONROE moves! Hitting the ropes, MONROE catches Areas with a deadly looking knee lift across the side of his head. Before Areas can fall, MONROE catches him around the neck with his right arm and floats him over with a headlock takeover.
Jerry Andrews: “These two men are putting on a mat wrestling clinic, you don’t see much of these anymore.”
Al Laiman: “That’s true, but at the same time while MONROE might have the skill advantage Areas has the size advantage – which is mightier?”
Applying a side headlock, MONROE uses his legs to push the dup into the center but Areas has other plans. Standing up, he tries to loosen MONROE’s grip around his neck before simply heaving him up and over for a back drop which he arches into a pinfall attempt.
A kick out from MONROE and Areas quickly transitions into reverse darce choke. MONROE seems to have a bit more challenge fighting out of this one until he forces Areas to bridge with him.
Jerry Andrews: “What an amazing counter!”
Al Laiman: “I’m surprised Areas is that flexible.”
MONROE uses his leg strength to flip the move over so the man are standing in neutral clinch, he wastes no time in continuing to rotate before hitting a beautiful neckbreaker on Areas and applying a dragon sleeper in response. Areas waves his hands, trying to hit MONROE but can’t seem to land a blow. Rising from his knees, MONROE begins to drive knee after knee into the spine of Areas as he shakes the hold violently. After a moment, he rolls Areas over on to his stomach and straddles his back with his legs while wrenching back with the dragon sleeper.
Jerry Andrews: “Now that has got to hurt, look at the way that his neck is bending…”
Al Laiman: “Area’s size won’t matter if he can’t get in a dominant position.”
Swinging his right leg over, MONROE leads Areas to his feet awkwardly while keeping the dragon sleeper locked in. Now, with both men standing, he steps into the back of Areas’ knees, forcing him down and releasing the hold only to absolutely blast him in the back of the head with a roundhouse kick, the thud echoing through the arena. The crowd seems stunned and MONROE instantly goes for the pin, Eddie Lane drops to the mat…
Areas kicks out! MONROE stands quickly and welcomes Areas to his feet with a series of outside kicks to his body, after a series of them Areas manages to catch one and pull MONROE in for a spinebuster – he guickly goes for the pin…
A kick out from MONROE, and it’s now Areas on the control. Not giving MONROE time to recover, he uses his weight to force MONROE back into the corner where he begins to bury shoulders into his abdomen. One after another they come, after the third he steps back and as MONROE stumbles out he steps in and tosses him up and over with a belly-to-belly suplex. Rolling down and back, he covers MONROE quickly.
Kick out from MONROE!
Al Laiman: “I’ve got to say, I’m surprised Captain ‘Murrica isn’t gassed yet, maybe he’s cut down on the boxes of twinkies he eats in a day.”
Jerry Andrew: “He’s managed to hang in there, that I’m not surprised about; the gold is on the line. Despite his size, he’s about as athletic as they can come.”
Areas quickly applies a grounded hammerlock to MONROE and follows it up by driving elbows into the back of MONROE’s neck. Pulling MONROE to his feet, he reapplies the hammerlock before stepping in and lifting MONROE into the air and dropping him with a quick backdrop on the effected shoulder.
“I’mma send you back to Japan!”
Areas leans down and slaps MONROE’s head before applying dragging him to his feet – then MONROE reacts. Pushing against Areas chest, he steps forward and drills him with a hard kick across his abdomen. Areas stumbles back only to be met with another thundering kick to his abdomen. The crowd, oddly enough, seems to be getting behind MONROE as the kicks begin to come in rapid succession.
Jerry Andrews: “The educated feet of MONROE doing their work – each one of those shots has to be knocking the wind out of Areas’ chest. Smart tactic.”
Al Laiman: “True, but he could also just be enjoying watching the truffle shuffle, you never really know. Look at the snap on those bad boys, I wouldn’t want to be in his position.”
Forcing Areas into the corner, he quickly pulled the man’s head down in a clinch and the knees began. Blow after blow, switching off between the face and the upper chest. Eddie Lane begins the count but quickly decides to break up the action in the corner – that’s when Areas reacts. Rushing forward, he throws out his right leg and catches MONROE directly across the jaw. MONROE’s whole body spins from the impact of the superkick before falling to the canvas limp. Areas quickly falls over him for the pin.
A kick out from MONROE right before Eddie Lane’s hand comes down for the three. Areas looks obviously flustered as he leans down and begins to shower down a bevy of blows on MONROE. Eddie Lane leans down to pull Areas off but MONROE stumbles to his feet to get away from them. Areas follows close behind, hooking MONROE from behind and bridging him in a German Suplex pn attempt.
Kick out! The crowd goes nuts as MONROE kicks out, but Areas doesn’t stop. Not allowing MONROE to gather himself, he drags him to his feet and heaves back for another German Suplex – MONROE slips out! Landing on his feet, he waits for Areas to get to his feet before rushing behind him and catching him in a sleeper hold. Shaking violently, he drags Areas into the dead center of the ring before heaving backwards with all of his strength, turning the choke hold into a suplex and bridging it to keep the hold synched it!
Jerry Andrews: “Now that’s how you chain together moves, no flash, no showboating, pure wrestling.”
Al Laiman: “He’s going to be hurting in the morning regardless of the outcome of this match, he’s going to throw out his back tossing Areas around like that.”
Eddie Lane quickly gets into position…
“Do you want to give up?”
Areas yells out, as MONROE floats back over and begins to drive knee after knee across the top of Areas’ skull. Dragging Areas to his feet, still holding in the sleeper, MONROE begins to drive knees into the back of Areas. Areas starts to throw elbows up and over and into the jaw of the MONROE. The two men are absolutely brutalizing each other; one attempt to break free, one attempting to synch in the hold even higher. Areas stumbles forward, bringing MONROE with him before slinging back a devastating looking elbow that breaks the hold.
Al Laiman: “MONROE looks like he doesn’t know where he is, this could be it.”
Jerry Andrews: “I’m surprised he didn’t lose any teeth from that blow.”
Areas turns around and rushes into MONROE for a takedown but MONROE jumps over it! Areas stops, turns around and he’s met with a red mist spewing from MONROE’s mouth!
Jerry Andrews: “The Asian Mist!?!”
Al Laiman: “Right into his eyes!?”
MONROE steps in, pulling Areas under his arm before quickly heaving him into the air and dropping him down on top of his head with a brainbuster!
Al Laiman: “E.L.E.! E.L.E.!”
Instead of going for a pin, MONROE instantly takes a hold of Areas’ arm, hooking around his before pulling Areas’ head into the fold to lock in the Nemsis Gate. Areas tries to squirm free, using his free arm to clobber away at MONROE’s head and soon forces the hold to a standing position.
Jerry Andrews: “He’s still going, Al!? He’s still going!?”
Using his free arm, Areas reaches around and throws several more blows into MONROE’s abdomen but it doesn’t seem as though MONROE’s grip of the hold is loosening – suddenly, Areas hits the mat on his back hard. MONROE steps in, placing his right leg behind Areas’ left and throwing all of his weight forward, tripping Areas and slamming him back to the ground. Shaking Areas violently, he tucks his body inwards and begins to throw knees into Areas face. In the dead center of the ring, Areas holds on for a moment before being forced to tap out.
Winner: MONROE via Submission[/color]