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Post by Murdoc on Feb 21, 2013 22:29:47 GMT -5
Executive Proclamation [/u] [/center] We kick off Tuesday Night Trauma with a VERY special guest in the ring ... Mr. Skylar Marshall. And with him are International Champion Whitey Ford and soon-to-be (in his own mind, for sure) World Champion ‘Mr. Showtime’ Michael Wryght. ‘Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Tonight, I am opening the show to tell you fine people something just a little important. So settle down.’ The crowd boos heavily, making their collective voice heard. Marshall simply waits until the sudden reaction can no longer be sustained before continuing. ‘Ladies and gentlemen, two of the greatest athletes in our business today are standing beside me in this ring ... and these men will be the vanguard, the CORNERSTONES ... of what will become a new ERA in Pure Class Wrestling history. Take a look at these two men. Just take a look. You have the most deserving and WORTHY challenger for the World Championship Title in a good long time ... Michael Wryght.’ The crowd is set off by this proclamation and begins jeering as Mr. Showtime steps forward to pander to the crowd, inciting them even further. Marshall beckons him to step back so that he may continue to speak. ‘And on my other side, you have the most DOMINATING International champion in the entire HISTORY of the title ... in Whitey Ford. Say what you want. These two men ARE the leaders of Pure Class Wrestling’s new generation. A new generation that will restore ORDER. They will restore LAW. And they WILL RESTORE BALANCE in the pecking order of Pure Class.’
‘And SPEAKING of the new generation ... I’ve been scouting around for the last several weeks and I’ve got to tell you: there are a few people that in them, I like what I see. People who are ready for the NEXT STEP, people who can help restore the rightful order of things. And one of those men ... is Justin Kaard!’ The crowd boos at this and Marshall is overtaken by the jeers, drowned out for the next several seconds. Whitey and Showtime are nodding in agreement as Marshall continues. ‘Both Justin AND Nacho Grande (giant pop here from the crowd!) have the night off this week. However, there is a slight announcement to be made and I’ll get right down to business as I always do. At Trauma 130, it’s time to SETTLE this between the two men. At Trauma 130, Justin Kaard and Nacho Grande will square off ... IN HARDCORE HELL!’ The crowd is equal parts hushed and raucous. A Hardcore Hell match at Trauma 130! Marshall nods and smiles at the much more positive reception. ‘And to make sure that you, Justin, know that I mean business ... the match is a #1 contender match for the World Championship. I’m not playing softball, Justin. I think you’re ready ... and I want to know that the World title stays in house when Showtime beats Grimm and Sean Rhodes at Mass Destruction III. Next week, Justin, I expect to hear from you.’
‘Think it over.’With that, the three men make their way from the ring, leaving the crowd and the audience at home salivating for the show ahead if THIS is what has kicked things off.
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MATCH ONE
Handicap Match
Grimm vs. "The Archangel" Gabriel Cross
Referee: Manny Cruz[/i] A lone spotlight illuminates 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. 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. As Grimm waits in the ring, the camera cuts backstage where where Silas Brueck and Gabriel Cross are....arguing? Silas says somewhat condescendingly as he pokes a finger into Cross' chest. "Like I said, I might be looking for a partner but it's not you, kid." Gabriel just smirks. "And I told you, that's fine. I'd rather face Grimm on my own. You can stay back here where it's safe. I don't want you riding my coattails when I beat Grimm" [/b] The two men stare each other down but it is Silas who breaks the tension first with a chuckle, "You've got guts, kid. Good luck."Cross's smirk somehow grows even more arrogant. "Who needs luck when you're as good as I am." [/i] Without giving Silas a chance to respond, he turns and heads towards the stage. As the clap filled opening of 'Power’ by Kanye West begins to play, the crowd watches on as Gabriel Cross takes to the stage. With an arrogant smirk painted across his face, he throws back the hood of his sleeveless, knee length PVC coat and takes a moment to soak it in. Noticeably absent is his tag partner for this evening, but on his way down the ramp he can be seen mouthing that he doesn’t need a tag team partner. As he reaches the ring, he stops, looking up at Grimm, standing in the dead center of the ring. The man is stoic, unmoving, his cold gaze fixed upon Gabriel Cross as he makes his way up the stairs and into the ring. Manny Cruz approaches Grimm first, asking him if he’s ready, and then Cross, and then he calls for the bell. Grimm backs away from the center, looking to circle, but Cross has other plans. Cross steps forward, looking to Grimm and simply taunting him – Grimm doesn’t seem amused, and the right hoot that levels Cross doesn’t seem to be all that amused either. Cross hits the ground but jumps back up only to be put down with a short-arm lariat. Cross stumbles to his feet only to catch a blow to the stomach from Grimm’s right hand before being tossed into the corner, Grimm absolutely unleashes upon him. Right, left, right, elbow, the pattern seems to repeat a couple times before Grimm takes a hold of the man and goes to toss him – but Cross grabs the middle rope. Grimm looks back, and is met with a kick to the abdomen before being thrown into the corner. Cross begins to unload, and the crowd looks shocked. Cross pulls Grimm’s head down and begins to unleash a torrent of clinch knees before stepping back and jumping into the air, using the middle rope as a step to his an enzuigiri on Grimm who stumbles out of the corner. Cross hits the ropes, going for a clothesline, but Grimm ducks it. Cross stops, turns around, and is nailed with a running back elbow from Grimm. Grimm waits for Cross to rise and hits another running back elbow, and as Cross rises again he’s leveled with a high savate kick from Grimm, who follows the blow up with a pin attempt. 1… 2…. A kick out from Cross, who stumbles to his feet. As Grimm follows, Cross steps back and hits a questionably low kick to the abdomen that topples him over. Cross goes on the offense, dropping several forearms across Grimm’s before hooking his arm and hitting a bridging fisherman’s suplex for the pin attempt. 1… Grimm powers out, but Cross has him scouted. As Grimm stands, he’s met with another series of blows before Cross takes him over in a bridging northern lights suplex, once again for the pin attempt. 1… Grimm powers out. Cross steps back, measures, goes high roundhouse kick, Grimm catches the foot. Grimm yanks Cross in, hooks his head, and hits a snap fisherman suplex of his own. Cross hits the mat, instantly arching his back, and Grimm rolls over for the cover. 1… 2… Cross kicks out! The crowd seems surprised with the newcomers fairing, but Grimm doesn’t seem to phased. Grimm leads Cross to his feet before peppering him with a series of quick jabs, ending it with a blow to abdomen that topples Cross over. Grimm steps back, lunges in, and levels Cross with a brutal looking headbutt. He goes for the cover once again. 1… 2….. Cross kicks out, and the crowd is once against surprised. Grimm leans down, trying to grab Cross, but Cross counters! Throwing his legs up, he catches Grimm by the shoulder and rolls him down to the canvas by his arm. Rolling to his feet, Cross holds on to Grimm’s right arm, wrenches it, steps back – KENKA KICK! He plants his boot right across Grimm’s face, and the crowd lets out a collective gasp. Cross does a cut throat, rushes to the ropes – The Harvest! Grimm rushes in, catches the rebounding Cross and quickly goes for the cover. 1… 2…. 3….. Manny Cruz calls for the bell, approaching the rising Grimm and hoisting his right arm high into the air as he calls for the winner, via pinfall, Grimm! Winner: Grimm[/b] via pinfall Cross slowly begins to rise, as Grimm has already left the ring. He doesn’t seem to be too happy with the loss. The crowd seems indifferent until a small cheer seems to break out: MONROE has jumped the barrier. With the PCW North American Championship wrapped around his waist, he slips between the ropes and silently approaches the rising Cross. As he stands up, he smirks in defiance to the crowd before backing up – that’s when he stops, feeling something solid behind him. As he turns, he sees MONROE and instantly jumps, scuttling backwards before stumbling beneath the bottom rope and to the floor below. MONROE doesn’t move, simply watching Cross’ reaction, as he then un-clasps the North American title and sets it on the canvas in front of him. MONROE: Why don’t you try to take it while I’m looking … ?He calls out in an emotionless baritone as he gazes upon the retreating Gabriel Cross. Reaching the ramp, he seems to want no part of MONROE has he backs his way up the stage frantically, all the while MONROE stands in the dead center of the ring, watching Cross run away. *** Settling Scores In the backstage area we find “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght, dressed dapper as ever in one of his designer suits and fancy sunglasses. He has a wicked smile on his face as he taps a lead pipe into his left hand. He is staring at a random corner in the hall as he softly back-pedals. Suddenly he backs right up into someone who wasn’t there a few moments ago.) Man: Going the lead pipe route again? It wouldn’t be the first time.Showtime knows the voice well, and as he turns around his smile softens. He finds himself face to face with his longtime rival, Phinehas Grimm. Michael Wryght: I don’t blame you for being jumpy, if I’m not mistaken Phinehas, it was you that was the first to infringe on our cease fire. You and Rhodes think that it is a good idea to attack me from behind; just when I thought we finally put all of our past behind us. I guess some people just can’t let go, but don’t worry I’m not looking for pay-back. When I come for you, you’ll see me coming.Phinehas Grimm: That’s comforting. What about Rhodes? Will he see you coming?Michael Wryght: Sean and I are already even, so no need to worry about anything there. Grimm crosses his arms and takes a step closer to Showtime. Phinehas Grimm: Well, that’s convenient. Sounds like things are really working out for you to have a good night at Mass Destruction. I’d wish you luck, but that would be crazy talk, what with me waiting to beat you into oblivion and all.Michael Wryght: Oh no, the boogey man is here to steal my socks ... someone help. Listen Arkham, I don’t know if you realize this but recently you are losing your touch. I don’t see people cowering in your presence anymore, and that little snooze-fest that you put on with the Rhodes at Collision Course may have crushed the rest of your credibility. Now a days, it’s the idea of Grimm that people still fear, not actually Grimm.Grimm’s eyes narrow as Showtime sees that his words have really hit a sore spot. Michael Wryght: Don’t take it too seriously; everyone loses their edge at some point. Not that I ever saw the big deal.With that Showtime throws the lead pipe up in the air and Grimm catches it. Without a hint of fear Showtime brushes past his rival; now with a weapon in hand. Grimm watches him turn the corner, but what he cannot see is the sadistic smile that has now grown stronger across Showtime’s face. Grimm continues on his way and furiously bangs the lead pipe into his opposite hand. He notices a small trace of a red liquid, but doesn’t think much of it as he drops the lead pipe. There is a shuffle from the random corner that Showtime was once staring at, as a blurry eyed Sean Rhodes pulls himself off the ground. He sees Grimm drop the pipe and turn the corner. You can see a flash of fury in his eyes and he pulls his hand from his bleeding head. |
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Post by Murdoc on Feb 21, 2013 22:31:12 GMT -5
MATCH TWO
Tag Team Match
The Devil's Men vs. The New Breed
Referee: Steve Shaw
The arena goes black and thunder fills the air followed by lightning striking causing white pyro to launch up the entire ramp, as "Nickel Sized Hail" hits the P.A. system. The lights return just as Cory Steel and Slam 2 come walking from the back their manager Victor Creed following behind them, Cory hangs behind Slam who interacts with the fans. Finally they both slide into the ring where they discuss the match with each other.
The lights dim to nothing as a hush descends on the crowd. Suddenly, the ripping drum line of “Dying Breed” by Five Finger Death Punch tears into the arena, and a mass of green and blue swirling spotlights fly into action, twirling overhead of the fans in attendance. As the guttural lyrics rip the roof of the place, and the chugging instrumentals blare from speakers around the arena, multicolored pin spots flash and swirl around the fans.
After a few moments of anticipation, Johnathan Cable and Sebastian St. Paul make their way out on to the stage where they pose for the booing fans, and then make their way to the ring followed by Victor Bradshaw, shirking any hands that dart their way. Once they make it to the ring, they slide in under the ropes and get ready for their match.
It looks like it will be St. Paul and Slam to start things off, and Shaw calls for the bell. Both men circle each other in the ring, and then tie-up. Sebastian backs Slam into the corner, and presses his head over the top rope, stretching Slam backwards as the ref counts, and then, as the ref calls to get out of the corner, Sebastian drives a huge knee right into the midsection of Slam!
Sebastian walks away from Slam, raising is arms into the air and taunting the crowd here tonight… but wait. Slam charges Sebastian out of the corner, but SSP saw it coming, and drives an elbow into the temple of Slam sending him flat to the mat.
Sebastian again wasting time taunting the crowd here as Slam struggles to his feet, and Slam sees his opportunity again, rushing at Sebastian who side steps and hit Slam with a Drop Toe Hold. Slam rolls away and springs to his feet, as Sebastian follows him, grabbing his wrist and backing Slam into the ropes, SSP Irish Whips Slam across the ring, launches off the ropes himself, but it is Slam who connects with a knee to the midsection that doubles SSP over this time! This could be the moment Slam shifts the momentum into the favor of the Devil’s Men right here!
Slam wastes no time and follows the driving knee with a couple of Driving Forearm smashes to the back that sends SSP face first to the mat. Slam, wanting to wrap this up already, sends a couple of boots into Sebastian’s back before he rolls over, and Slam connects with a lightning fast elbow drop to his face. Slam goes for the cover:
1… 2… th…
But SSP lifts Slam off of him and tosses him across the ring to break the cover. Slam hops to his feet and charges at Sebastian, but Sebastian sees him coming, and connects with a big right hand to the midsection. Sebastian puts his shoulder in Slam’s gut, and takes him over with a Fireman’s carry to being him down to size. SSP wraps his legs around his neck, and tries to put him out with a Leg Scissor on Slam’s neck! Slam is struggling to get free of the hold, and finally gains leverage, rolling to his stomach, and sliding his head out of the hold as he retreats across the ring.
Sebastian wastes no time, and rushes Slam who is trying desperately to make it to his corner, landing a huge boot to the back of Slam’s head. SSP grabs him by the ankle and drags him bodily back into neutral territory, and then lifts him to his feet. Sebastian twists around, and grabs Slam, locking his hands behind his back and lifting him, twirling, into the air, landing a hard Tilt-A-Whirl Pile Driver before going for the cover:
1… 2… th…
But Slam kicks out before the three, and he dives at his corner, finally tagging Cory into the match. Cory slides into the ring, and lifts Sebastian to his feet. Cory picks Sebastian up into the air, and drives him back first into the mat with a massive Spine buster. SSP arches his back in pain, and Cory spins up to his feet. He reaches down, and lifts Sebastian up to his shoulders, wasting no time, and sets him for a huge Power bomb, but SSP sees it coming, and drives a big right hand into his the Bears face, staggering him, and follows it with two more before Cory falls back and Sebastian rides him to the mat. SSP drives his fists into the face of the Bear over and over before the ref breaks it up and warns SSP about the closed fists. Sebastian waits a moment for Cory to climb to his feet before Shoulder Blocking him in the side of the knee, sending him back to the mat hard. SSP drives his boot into Cory’s knee twice before grabbing his ankle and flipping over him stretching his hamstring past the limits. Sebastian tries to capitalize on the momentum, and grabs Cory’s ankles, stepping over and locking in the Figure Four Leg lock. Sebastian wrenches down the leg lock as Cory screams out in pain.
Slam slides through the ropes, driving a huge boot into the side of SSP’s head breaking the submission, and as the ref directs Slam to the outside, SSP tags in John Cable, who seems very eager to see action here tonight against the Devil’s Men. John makes his way towards Cory laying prone on the mat, and goes to lift him to his feet, but Cory lands a solid low blow that staggers John for just long enough so Cory can get to his feet and drive his boot into the side of Cable’s head. John hits the mat hard.
John is down now, as Cory measures him up for a huge Elbow Drop that sends John rolling to the outside off of the apron. Cory taunts John for a moment, who is making his way around the ring, but he is headed towards the wrong corner as the ref starts his count.
1… 2… 3…
John makes it over to his opponent’s corner…
4… 5…
John grabs Slam’s leg on the apron, yanking him off to the floor and nailing his face on the side of the ring.
6… 7… 8…
Slam chases John around the corner of the ring and slides under the bottom rope behind him as the ref tries to keep Slam out, Cory starts to lay boots in on Johnathan. Sebastian hops over the top rope while the ref struggles with Slam and drills Cory with a massive clothesline, dropping him to the mat. John gets to his feet as Sebastian stomps away on Cory, and the ref is still trying to get the enraged Slam out of the ring. John lifts Cory up by his head, and Sebastian launches himself into the ropes as John puts Cory into a Double Hammer Lock and centers himself in the ring. Sebastian leaps at them, connecting with a huge Leg Lariat on the Bear as John brings him over the top with a Bridging Double Arm Suplex, and goes for the pin as Sebastian slides out of the ring and pulls Slam out under the bottom rope.
The ref turns and goes for the count:
1… 2… 3!
The New Breed WINS! Johnathan Cable has managed to pull out the victory here over Cory Steel!
On the outside, SSP drives Slam face first into the guardrail with a sickening thud. He drags Slam back towards the ring and rolls him in under the bottom rope as he follows his limp opponent in. Cable and SSP look at each other, and Johnathan reaches down, lifting Cory to his feet. Cable hikes Cory onto his shoulders, and drives him into the mat with a sit-out power bomb as SSP launches off of the opposite rope and gets his shot in with the simultaneous neck breaker to finish off the Equalizer on Cory Steel. SSP and Cable get to their feet, and look Slam over as the crowd boos loudly at them.
SSP lifts Slam to his feet, and whips him into the ropes as John steps in and grabs the running man dropping him with an inverted atomic drop as SSP follows Slam into the ropes and drives a huge leg lariat right through his face. The New Breed has decimated Slam with the Annihilator and Cory with the Equalizer here tonight as the pair makes their way to the back followed by Victor Bradshaw amid a loud arena full of booing fans who do not appreciate the mass destruction these two men have been causing around here since last Trauma.
Winner: The New Breed; Johnathan Cable pins Cory Steel
MATCH THREE
Singles Match
Ace Anderson vs. “Unbreakable” Benjamin Banks
Referee: Austin Shaw[/i]
"Pain Redefined" by Disturbed plays, sounding out and competing with the crowd as stage lights flicker with the first echoing notes. The light drum line begins, and the lights pick up speed. With each exclamation by the vocalist three short bursts of red and blue fireworks rocket toward the ceiling. On cue with the lyrics, Ace Anderson erupts from behind the curtain, arms raised.
He takes a few seconds to survey the sound and the scene, staring at his opponent if introduced second. He walks to the ring with his long strides, looking determined and mentally preparing himself. He reaches the ring, stops, looks left and then right at the crowd as if he makes to jump up to the apron as he always had in the past. A momentary pause and he leaps, landing on the outside of the ring. Pyrotechnics blast from the ring posts as his feet hit the apron, and he shakes the top rope while the fireworks die out. He climbs through the second rope and raises his fists, gauging the ovation of PCW's Faithful before stretching in his corner and waiting for his opponent ...
All lights go out except for white spotlights on the curtain. Smoke fills the stage as 'Tenth Man Down’ by Nightwish hits. After the opening riff is finished, Banks walks out and straight to the ring ... not acknowledging a single fan in the audience. Once at ringside, he walks up the stairs, shuffles his way along the outside of the ring while holding on the top rope. Once in the middle he steps into the ring and goes directly to his corner and stands watch over Ace ... his former tag team partner.
The two meet in the middle of the ring and shake hands in a very sportsman-like fashion. The bell rings and this match is underway. And quickly, to boot. Banks rushes in and throws a huge haymaker. Two. Three. Flurry of fists. Ace is staggered momentarily as Banks unloads on him. He goes for a headlock and catches Ace in mid-ring. Banks wrenching in the hold, Ace reaches a hand up and breaks the hold by yanking Banks down to the mat.
The referee admonishes Ace as Banks rolls off from the man. Benjamin stands again and doesn’t wait for Shaw to finish his scolding as he lays into Ace. Boot. Punch. Another punch and Banks has Ace backed into the ropes. Whipping him off, Ace reverses in center ring and shoot Banks into the other side. Banks ducks a huge clothesline attempt ... and a second on the return trip. Unfortunately for Banks, Ace is waiting on the third and uses his power to completely re-direct the momentum the opposite way and plant Banks with a bone-crunching spine-buster.
Not even bothering to roll off of Banks, Ace grabs the man by the hair and slams his head against the mat once ... twice ... three times before backing off to a standing position. The ref really reading Ace the Riot Act now, Banks comes back with a stiff shot to the bread basket of Anderson, doubling him over for a split second and following with a shot to the jaw that forces Anderson back a few steps.
Banks pressing his luck, he catches Ace with another shot. Ace’s response? Lifting him by the throat and hurling him into the nearest corner. Rushing in, Banks catches him with a big boot to the face ... staggering the mountain of a man. Banks really pushing the pace of the match, it seems nothing he can do is causing the much larger Ace Anderson any lost momentum. Ace rushes back in again, catching a second knee to the face. A third repetition and Ace is on the better end this time, grabbing both of Banks’ legs and dropping him to the mat back first.
A jump and Ace misses a huge standing elbow drop, thanks to Banks’ quick thinking. Meeting the rising Ace with a pair of deadly knife edged chops, Ace backs against the ropes after the second one, a third one finding its’ mark as well and sending Ace over the top to the floor. No sooner does Ace land than Banks flies over the top and ... is caught mid-air by Anderson. A huge show of strength by Ace as he presses Banks over his head and drops him on the ringside barricade, leaving Banks to hang out to dry.
Finally rolling off onto the ringside floor, Ace is waiting and pulls Banks to his feet ... rolling him into the ring with great force. A swing and a miss by Banks on the approaching Ace, Banks does a full 360 degree turn ... meeting a giant boot to the gut by Ace. A power bomb? NO, it’s the Exemplifier ... that massive high-impact spine-buster from what looks to be 10 feet off the ground!
It’s academic at this point ... as Ace picks up the victory over Benjamin Banks.
Winner:[/i] Ace Anderson via pinfall
Ace, in a complete show of sportsmanship, helps Banks to his feet and steadies him. Making sure he’s able to walk on his own, he moves to the nearest hard-camera and gets right up in the lens. Staring intently, Ace roars in triumph and makes sure the entire world can hear what he says:
“Lantlas! It’s on YOU!’
With his message being delivered loud and clear, Ace stalks around the ring a bit before making his way out of the ring and we go to a commercial break.
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Post by Murdoc on Feb 21, 2013 22:33:32 GMT -5
MATCH FOUR
Genesis Championship Match
Genesis Rules
Eira (©) vs. Andy D
Referee: Roberto Garcia[/b] “Hypest Hype” plays as Andy D cuts through the curtains and takes to the stage. The crowd is ecstatic, and while Andy D seems excited, there is fiery determination in his gaze. He makes his way down the ramp, taking a few moments to slap the outstretched hands of a couple fans before entering the ring. The arena dims, the fog rolls, and “Untouchable” begins to play. After a few moments the Genesis Champion makes herself known, standing at the top of the stage with a steely gaze upon the ring, acknowledging nothing else. Eira adjusts the title on he shoulder momentarily before making her way down the ramp. As she’s making her way to the ring, there’s a bit of a power glitch as the lights dim and her video is replaced with the strange image that was first spotted at Collision Course III.  It is only visible for a few seconds and disappears, returning to Eira’s entrance video and typical lighting. Hackers. Pft. Andy D hits the ropes, readying himself as Eira makes her way around the ring and to the stairs. Climbing them, she walks the apron before wiping her boots off and slipping between the ropes. She approaches PCW Official Robert Garcia, handing him her title as she tosses her robes to the outside. He holds the title into the air between the two, before pointing towards the entrance screen which displays a counter placed at the fifteen minute mark. As he hands the title to the timekeeper waiting on the outside, he calls for the bell, and the time begins to tick down. Eira and Andy D instantly meet in the center of the ring, as this Genesis title match is underway. They go for a lock up, Andy D goes for an arm drag, but Eira locks herself up. Stepping in with her right leg, she goes for a trip but Andy D floats over her leg and rolls to his feet. Andy D goes for another arm drag, but this time Eira goes with it – countering with her own – but Andy D counters the counter! Landing on his feet, he hits the ropes, Eira ducks down and Andy D dives over her! Catching her hips midway through the leap, he uses the momentum to roll her up for a pin, but she rolls through. Standing, she steps in, going for a quick soccer kick directed at Andy’s head, and nails it. She falls down for the cover. 1…. Andy D kicks out, and the two get to their feet, exchanging a brief look of respect before engaging in combat once more. Andy D takes the offensive, using a series of kicks and chops to setup Eira for a quick vertical dropkick. He quickly goes for the cover. 1…. Eira kicks outs, but as she stands she is put down with another dropkick and a quick pin attempt from Andy D. 1…. Eira kicks out, and this time slips to the side, sweeping Andy D’s legs out form under him before kipping up to her feet. She catches the rising Andy with a knee to the side of his head before pulling him into the clinch. Bullying him into the center of the ring, she unleashes a wave of knees and elbows before jumping over and taking him down with a hurricanrana roll-up. 1… 2…. Andy rolls through, reversing the pin attempt and holding Eira’s shoulders down. 1… 2…. Eira rolls through, but releases her legs and bridges them. Pulling Andy D to his feet, she hits a quick gut kick before jumping up, catching herself on Andy’s shoulders she quickly spins around and tosses him over with an inverted frankensteiner. Andy D clutches his head, as Eira goes for the pin. 1… 2…. ….. Andy D kicks out, as the clock is beginning to wind down on the match. Eira is now in control, using her clinch offensive to bully Andy into the corner. Breaking the hold, she steps back, hitting a series of kicks the midsection before letting him stumble out. She waits, watching him like a hawk, and as he turns to face her she nails him with a running knee clip to his abdomen that flips him to the mat. She quickly goes for the cover. 1… 2…. Andy D kicks out! Eira rises, looking a bit frustrated as she looks up to the clock and sees that they are nearing the five minute mark. She approaches Andy D, but is quickly met with boot to the gut followed by a snap suplex. Andy rolls through with the move and waits for Eira to stand – he hits another snap suplex, before popping up and waiting once more. Taking Eira by her right arm, he whips her into the corner and chases behind her. Running off of her chest, he does a back flip. Stepping back, he waits for her to stumble forward before leaping into the air and catching her with a hurricanrana with a pin attempt. 1… 2… Eira powers out, staggering to her feet only to turn to see a running Andy D – she ducks under the blow, running into the ropes and on the rebound catching the turning Andy D with a brutal looking spear. She goes for the cover. 1…. 2…. ….. At last second, Andy D kicks out and the crowd goes nuts. Eira looks visibly frustrated, but more determined than ever. Standing up, she takes a couple steps backwards and begins to size up Andy D. The crowd senses a finish and waits impatiently as Andy D stumbles to his feet Eira rushes forward, but Andy D jumps over her. Eira stops in the corner, turns around, a sweeping STO plants her firmly down on canvas. Andy stumbles to his feet, climbing the turnbuckle, looking for a moonsault, but he suddenly seems distracted – Murdoc is standing at the top of the stage. Eira stirs on the ground, and quickly springs to her feet. Running up the turnbuckle, she launches herself into the air, catching Andy D’s neck wither he thighs before pulling him down with a violent looking inverted frankensteiner, instantly rolling Andy D up for the pin after sickening conclusion of the move. 1… 2… 3… Robert Garcia calls for the bell and a rather confused looking Eira looks towards the ramp. Murdoc smiles at her for a moment, before backing up and exiting through the curtains, leaving Eira to wonder what, exactly, is going on. Winner:[/i] Eira via pinfall MATCH FIVE
Non-Title Tag Team Match
The Flying Freebooters (Tag Team ©) vs. Nathan Saniti & Q
Referee: Charles Lim[/i] 'Come, Little Children' begins its' slow start. Staccato pacing. The arena is bathed in a pale blue hue. An aura of sadness fills the space. Once the vocals begin, Q steps out from behind the curtain and onto the main stage. The look on his face as he hesitantly makes his way to the ring is almost one of ... sadness. Genuine sadness. Sighing heavily as he walks his way down to the ring, he looks longingly towards the back and then to the ring before entering solemnly. Walking up the ringside steps, Q steps to mid-apron and wipes his boots off before entering the sQuared circle. Looking at the crowd around him, he waves meekly before moving back to a corner and lowering his head. As if on cue (Q?) Psychedelic lights and patterns brighten the ramp and walkway with no rhyme or reason. Nathan Saniti saunters out of the back as casually as an English Gentleman on a Sunday stroll, cane in hand and hat atop his head.About a third of the way down the ramp, he stop as smoke billows out from underneath him. Just as it envelops him completely, he tosess his hat into the ring, where it hovers and begins to spew smoke of its own. As the smoke on the ramp clears, Saniti has disappeared. As the smoke from his hat clears, he appears right there! Q applauds his partner’s entrance with childlike glee, The lights dim to nothing as a hush descends on the crowd. Suddenly, the ripping drum line of “Dying Breed” by FFDP tears into the arena, and a mass of green and blue swirling spotlights fly into action, twirling overhead of the fans in attendance. As the guttural lyrics rip the roof of the place, and the chugging instrumentals blare from speakers around the arena, multicolored pin spots flash and swirl around the fans. After a few moments of anticipation, Johnathan Cable and Sebastian St. Paul make their way out on to the stage where they pose for the booing fans with mics in their hands. "What I am going to need right now... is for all of you lazy, fat, un-deserving sweat hogs out there to shut up... while we tell the bunch of you slobs exactly what the New Breed has in store for the PCW."Johnathan then steps forward, raises his mic, and begins. "For a few weeks now, the New Breed has been devastating the so called 'Talent' here in the PCW. At the last Trauma, you saw Sebastian and I put the final nail in the coffins of the careers of Areas and McCool. Tonight, you were witness to the end of the Devil's Men, Slam and Cory Steel."[/b] The crowd boos the New Breed even harder at this, but they continue on without even noticing ... Sebastian lifting the mic back up to his mouth, and continuing on. "Now, it would seem to a guy like me... one with a flawless physique, simply oozing sexy out of every pore, and a smile that drives all of the ladies wild... that the guys in the offices upstairs would stand up and take notice of the swath of destruction we have started here, and in an interest to save the rest of the roster the same fate, would humbly come down from their thrones on high and find out what it is that we want."John puts his mic back to his lips and continues. "For an old man, it would seem I have already shown the PCW that I am no where near past my prime... and I think it is just about time to show the rest of the world too! The New Breed is tired of picking clean the bones of the weary and weak that the management around here just can't seem to find the heart to put down themselves. We are not the PCW Vultures. We are the New Breed... and it is time that you all showed us some damned respect!"[/i] Sebastian brings his mic back up to his lips one last time, and finish up their speech. "Two weeks ago, Nathan Saniti rode the New Breed's coat tails to a debut win... and now, Saniti and a guy the three of us gave a huge loss to are facing the PCW Tag Team Champions? Even if it is a Non-Title match-up... they don't deserve the right to prove to all of you slacker fatties out there that they can compete for the glory of the gold! WE DO. It should be the New Breed facing the Sea Men... I mean... the SeMen... or is it the Fabulous Booty Bandits?"John looks at SSP who looks back at him. "I thought it was the Raring Rump Rangers myself, but I try not to judge.”[/b] SSP laughs as the crowd boos them even harder. "Well whatever their damned names are... the fact still remains... it should be us laying a beating down on the PCW Tag Team Champions, and we figure, if the competition suddenly can't compete... then we will happily fill in their position. The only problem now... is that Q and Nathan here seem to be the fine picture of health.""I bet we can fix that for them Sebastian... what do you say?" With that, SSP and the Beast drop their mics and make a b-line for the ring, heading straight for Q and Saniti. Before they even make it half way down to the ring, ’You Are a Pirate!!’ hits and Wasp and High Tide come charging down the ramp towards the New Breed. As the New Breed reaches ringside, Saniti nails SSP with a baseball slide under the ropes that drives him back into the guardrail at ringside. Cable dashes around the corner of the ring and up the steel ring steps, grabbing a hold of the top rope and spring boarding over the top towards Q who is ready for him, and ducks under the flying Beast's attempt at a cross body block. SSP struggles, but gets to his feet as High Tide makes it to ringside, leaps up onto the apron grabbing the top rope, and catapults himself off of the ring into a frog splash on SSP onto the floor. Wasp rushes to the ring as well, sliding in under the bottom rope, launching off of the opposite side as Cable slowly gets to his feet after missing Q, and spring-boards off of the top rope landing a massive Tornado DDT on the Beast. Cable rolls to the outside as Saniti, Q, High Tide, and Wasp receive roaring adulation from the crowd here in South Carolina. "This isn't over! This is far from over!"[/i] John screams as the New Breed makes their way back up the ramp to the backstage area, and the four men in the ring share a hearty fan cheering as they get ready for their scheduled match. Saniti bows graciously to Q and gestures to the apron, indicating that he wishes to take the first round, Q obligingly slipping between the ropes with a shy smile across the ring at Tide and Wasp. The Flying Freebooters aren’t nearly so courtly about their decision: Wasp gives Tide a light shove towards the ropes and steps towards Saniti as the lights come all the way up, the bell sounds, and the match begins! Wasp faces Saniti only to see him tugging a violently patterned scarf out of his coat. With a sneer, Wasp charges forward only to meet a blur of lime and violet- then nothing at all! He darts towards Saniti again, Nathan stepping adroitly to the side with another flourish of scarf. One, two more times, Wasp goes for Saniti only to have the enigmatic menace dance JUST out of reach with a swirl of silk! Wasp stares at him for a long moment, waiting for him to make a move, but Saniti instead holds the scarf spread out to one side like a matador, shaking it at Wasp with the patient smile of a parent instructing a somewhat backward child. Bellowing in anger, Wasp runs forward, this time correctly guessing the trajectory of Nathan’s movements and driving Saniti straight back into the ropes! Saniti reaches an arm out and tags Q in, merely continuing his momentum to somehow get through the ropes to the other side. Q enters the ring to an opponent madder than a... well, madder than a wet Wasp! Wasp grabs Q by the arm and drags him into the center of the ring, Q wriggling out of the hold just in time to avoid a drop to the mat! Wasp is caught off balance by the sudden shift in leverage, and stumbles to the mat, Q capitalizing on this and literally leapfrogging over the hunched form of Wasp, who looks up in utter bafflement. Q waits patiently for Wasp to rise, frowning a little at Nathan’s shouted encouragement to take advantage of Wasp’s confusion. Wasp backs up to the ropes and tags in Tide, thoroughly weirded out by his competition thus far. Tide enters the ring with a wild flailing of limbs and assorted pirate-y yells, a wide-eyed Q stepping back for a moment before grabbing one of the flailing limbs and flipping Tide over in a hip toss! Following Tide down he attempts a quick pin, but Tide gets a shoulder up before the count even gets to one. Q once again backs off to let his opponent rise, doing his best to ignorethe increasingly aggressive encouragement of Saniti. Suddenly the crowd reacts! Looking towards the ramp the combatants see none other than The New Breed making their way to ringside! Q looks unhappily confused, and Saniti looks almost angry, a subtle darkening around his eyes making him look even more demented and threatening than usual. Despite their poor reception, The New Breed seems content to watch from ringside. In the distraction, Tide gets up and scrambles to one side, hopping up onto the ropes and launching himself at Q, who easily rolls back with the momentum and uses his legs to toss Tide to the other side of the ring! Stepping forward he pulls Tide to his feet, using a dragging armbar to pull him across the ring and tagging Saniti in. Releasing Tide cleanly just before Saniti enters, Q slips back between the ropes and stands on the apron. Saniti puts a hand on either side of Tide’s head, and begins to shake it violently for a Shaken Baby Syndrome! Tide staggers back, disoriented, and falls back into the ropes. Nathan jerks him forward with one arm and Irish whips him into the turnbuckle, going for a pin when Tide falls to the mat. 1... 2... Tide kicks out! An irate Wasp is shouting from the apron near Tide, hand outstretched for a tag, Tide reaching out to make the connection! Wasp leaps over the ropes and goes barreling into the off-balance Saniti, driving him into the mat with his momentum. Following him down, Wasp goes for a quick pin! 1... Kickout! Saniti easily breaks the haphazard attempt, getting to his feet despite the blows Wasp rains down upon him as he rises. Nathan takes a half step back, lowering his center of gravity before driving upwards into Wasp’s chest with a brutal spear, knocking the Great White North flat onto his back! While Wasp lays there prone, Saniti climbs up the ropes and hits a corkscrew elbow in a twisting blur of virulent green, purple, and orange! Wasp curls in on himself with the impact, Charles Lim hunkering down onto the mat to make sure Wasp is alright! Saniti rolls him up for a pin, taking full advantage of the ref’s poor vantage point to hook his feet on the ropes for leverage! Seeing only the legal pin, Lim goes for the count. 1... 2... ...3!!! The sound of the bell again as Lim calls the match, declaring Saniti and Q the winners! A still disoriented Tide is being attended by one of the medics, while Wasp lays on the mat still curled up and panting. The New Breed makes their exit as Saniti rises and bows to the crowd with a flourish, not noticing Q’s very unhappy, disappointed gaze. Winner:[/i] Nathan Saniti & Q via pinfall; Saniti pins Wasp
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Post by Murdoc on Feb 21, 2013 22:35:09 GMT -5
MATCH SIX
International Championship Match
“THE Asshole” Whitey Ford (©) vs. Tyrone “Crazy Boy” Smith
Referee: Tyrone Little[/i] The crowd surges into boos as ‘Critical Acclaim’ by Avenged Sevenfold starts to play, the lights dimming down to darkness except for the stage. As the organ music gives way to a heavy guitar kick, Whitey appears once again to the PCW arena, arms upraised, one fist to the sky flipping off the crowd and the other holding....a bouquet of roses??? He makes his way down the ramp, oblivious to insults and the few ragged cheers alike, his expression brightening as he darts forward to hand a busty redhead the bouquet of roses with a wide grin on his face. He leans forward and says something, her smile twisting to disgust and her face going red in anger. The man with his arm around her waist leans over the barrier to swing at Whitey’s HEAD only have his fist caught by the big right hand of Johnny Veigns. Johnny uses the limb to yank the poor bastard straight over the barrier, then proceeds to “protect” his client. Security soon breaks them up, a couple of the medical staff helping the man to his feet and out of the arena. Whitey bursts out into raucous laughter, grabbing a camera from a nearby cameraman and turning it to himself to shout cheerfully into it: “HA! Now no matter what happens, I know there’s some fucker having a worse night than I am!” The video stream swings crazily as Whitey carelessly shoves the camera back at the cameraman, making it the rest of the way to the ring without further incident. The lights flicker and fade out as the pulsating beats of "10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" by Dope Star, Inc. pops on the PA system. Smoke fills the arena, a lone figure standing in the middle of it all on the stage. All the sudden Crazy Boy comes out of the smoke and pumps a fist in the air, pointing straight at his opponent in the ring and shouting something unintelligible. He walks down the entryway and climbs the ropes of the ring, bouncing around the ropes a few times, Whitey watching him disdainfully all the while. Crazy Boy pumps his fist in the air one last time and turns to face Whitey who just shakes his head and chuckles. The bell sounds, and the match begins! The evenly sized competitors immediately lunge forward, locking up in the center of the ring, Crazy Boy’s expression nothing short of feverish determination whereas Whitey simply looks annoyed. They struggle for a moment then break, Crazy Boy taking the opportunity to dart forward again, Whitey deftly sidestepping the attack and jabbing a quick elbow to the back of Crazy Boy’s head! While Tyrone Little admonishes Whitey, Crazy Boy picks himself up and jumps onto the ropes only to launch himself at Whitey’s back, sending both men crashing to the mat! Crazy Boy puts a sloppy ankle lock on Whitey, who manages to squirm free enough to kick Crazy Boy square in the head! Skittering away, Whitey lurches to his knees and goes for a quick cover while Crazy Boy lays curled up on the mat in obvious pain. 1... Crazy Boy kicks out, his expression having gone from feverish termination to nothing short of apparent psychosis. His eyes wild, he rolls away from Whitey and over to the ropes, using them to pull himself up, but Whitey grabs him and throws him into a mean Irish whip, sending crazy Boy bouncing off the corner post! Grabbing Crazy Boy by the hair, he throws him into the center of the ring, going for the apparently easy cover. 1... 2... Crazy Boy kicks out again! With a rabid look on his face he surges up from the mat, knocking Whitey off balance with sheer aggression, backing him into a corner with a series of rapid fire strikes. Ford struggles forward, trying to gain ground, but Crazy Boy just uses this to drop him with a vicious spear, slamming Whitey back into the turnbuckle! The ref intervenes, pulling Crazy Boy back and bending forward to check on Ford only to be shoved aside! While the ref picks himself up,Whitey staggers to his feet, cracks his neck, and lunges for Crazy Boy with a Rehab Spear to the side! Again the two men end up scuffling on the mat, Crazy Boy managing to extricate himself first and attempting a haphazard pin, Whitey responding by punching him in the side of the head! Crazy Boy is knocked back, and Ford follows him over, putting all his weight into a hold on Crazy Boy and going for a pin! 1... 2... ..Kickout! At the last second, Crazy Boy manages to kick out yet again, knocking an irate Whitey flat on his ass for a few seconds...but ONLY a few seconds. Ford jumps up, grabbing Crazy Boy’s arm and hauling him to his feet, screaming at Crazy Boy at the top of his lungs as he tows him around the ring in a dragging armbar. “WHY WON’T YOU STAY DOWN?! YOUR WIFE WENT DOWN JUST FINE FOR ME LAST NIGHT!!!”At those words, Crazy Boy lives up to his name and goes absolutely monkeyshit. With a near impossible display of agility, he twists out of Ford’s grip and begins a barrage of strikes! Knees, elbows, rights and lefts, he absolutely unloads on the Intercontinental Champion with no thought other than to cause as much pain as humanly possible. Impact after impact, Ford is steadily driven across the ring and back into the corner, Crazy Boy shoving him hard against the turnbuckle and taking a step back to wind up for a final lights out - only to be met by a big boot to the midsection! Crazy Boy reels back, both hands going to his chest and clearly struggling to breathe, dropping to his knees ... and then his back ... with his breath coming in ragged, choking gasps. Ford saunters forward, grinning arrogantly down at Crazy Boy and soaking up the crowd’s loathing. With a show of agility, Whitey scales the turnbuckles to the top rope and aims at the fallen Crazy Boy before rattling of an absolutely picture-perfect 540 splash. Their position right on the money, dead center of the ring ... 1 ... 2 ... ... 3! Ford rolls off of Crazy Boy, standing triumphantly in the center of the ring, the crowd’s reaction of boos only growing in intensity as Skylar Marshall is spotted at the top of the ramp, heartily applauding in an ovation of Whitey Ford’s victory. Winner:[/i] Whitey Ford via pinfall *** Retaliation
Johnathan Cable, Sebastian St. Paul, and Victor Bradshaw are in their locker room, beginning to pack up for the night. Victor claps John and Sebastian on their shoulders with a wide grin on his face. In fact, all three men look as if they’ve just spent the entire day at Disneyland, from the smiles on their collective punums. Sebastian pulls his sleek button up shirt to and begins to fasten it shut while John stuffs his boots and matching kick pants into his own bag. The air is cheerful and exuberant as the three recollect tonight’s escapades. Victor: Well guys… It looks like the New Breed has made yet ANOTHER splash in PCW. We put another two nobodies on the shelf and put the Flying Rump Pirates on notice.Sebastian: Heh. I think the term you are looking for Rump Ranger… but those guys won’t stand a chance when we…Sebastian blindly opens his locker door as his words are cut off with a small explosion. Long, sharp pins fly out in all directions from the opening, the blast sending all three men against the wall. Their bodies immobilized and cartoonishly outlined on the opposite wall by the shrapnel; all three are frozen with shock, yet mostly unharmed by the outburst, save for a few stray pins sticking out of various random points. Purple smoke billows out of the open locker for a few seconds as Nathan Saniti steps into view! The dark foreboding circles around his yellow eyes give him a menacing look to match his unnerving grin. John: SANITI!Nathan yanks a pin from his hat and jabs it deep into John’s shoulder. John immediately begins to act like he may very well be drunk. Nathan removes the pin, licking it clean before replacing it back where it belongs. Nathan: You lot DARE to attack me? After all of the warnings I was so kind as to offer you?Sebastian: You demented freak! Who the hell do you think…Just as he did with John, Nathan stabs Sebastian with a pin deeply. SSP yelps in pain, but his protest quickly switches to unsteady drunkenness. Nathan licks the pin clean and replaces it. Nathan: You PRESUME to place me in the same category as all of those who wouldn’t defend themselves?Nathan then turns his sight toward Victor. Slowly he approaches, drawing yet another pin from his hat. He stalks forth, his accent changing to a Scottish baroque. He lifts his hand high. Nathan: Ye better heed me warning, boy-o. You or yer bays come near me or me friend, I’ll show ye just exactly what I’m capable of. Got it?Nathan goes to stab Victor with the pin, but the door springs open. Q peeks in with giddy grin on his face. Q: I heard the boom. Did they like our…As Q scans the scene, his smile Quickly fades away into one of horror. He covers his mouth from shock as he watches the inebriated New Breed pick pins off of their body like they just had a run-in with a porcupine. Saniti Quickly hides the final pin behind his back like a child caught in a naughty act. The black circles around his eyes return to normal as he unsuccessfully tries to hide his guilt. Q: Nathan? I don’t understand. I thought you said it was going to be a harmless prank.Nathan: Indeed it was. They are unharmed.Victor: You stabbed them with needles!Nathan sticks Victor like a sibling would a tattle-tale brother without removing his eyes from Q and as Victor joins the ranks of the swimmy-headed, Saniti grins innocently. The neurotoxin begins to make the three men giggle. Nathan: See? They enjoyed it.Q: I would have never let you go through with this if I’d have known what you had planned.Nathan scoffs incredulously. Nathan: My dear Q, the only way to teach violent men a lesson is through violence. These men needed to be made aware that their shenanigans would not be tolerated if they aimed them at you or me.Q shakes his head with disgust and disappointment. He walks over to Victor and assists him to a bench. Q: They’re bleeding! And what if one of those pins had hit them in the eyes? You’d feel HORRIBLE for that, wouldn’t you? And what if you gave this guy a heart attack? He looks like he’s just a double cheeseburger shy of it yanno?Nathan gets a stern look on his face. Nathan: You are naïve, Mr. Q. This lot understands nothing except bloodshed. They have been wreaking havoc since their inception here. SOMEONE needed to put them in their place! It was my DUTY…Q stands up without a word, the look on his face speaking volumes. He softly brushes past Nathan towards the hall. Nathan reaches out, grabbing Q’s shoulder. Like a cat, Q snatches Nathan’s hand and twists it, barring his arm and sending him to one knee. Nathan yowls in surprise. After a few seconds of letting Saniti feel helpless, Q relinquishes the hold, walking silently away. As he makes it halfway down the hall, Saniti pops out of the room, a forlorn look on his brow. Nathan: Mr. Q! Come back! I’m… I’m sorry?Nathan stares longingly down the hall, worry etched on his face. A billow of black and crimson smoke appears just behind Nathan, taking an effervescent form of a bald man with a long beard. It seems to be smiling and laughing, yet no sound is heard. Nathan heaves in a few breaths. Nathan: I can fix this. I… I can fix this.
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Post by Murdoc on Feb 21, 2013 22:36:01 GMT -5
MATCH SEVEN
Singles Match
Murdoc vs. Rick Majors
Referee: Joseph Buckland[/i]
'Xerxes' by Audiomachine kicks in. The steady thump of the bass fills the arena like a heartbeat. And it's on one of these thumps that from underneath the edge of said flames, Murdoc begins to ascend. Still. Unwavering. Resolute. At least until he has reached the top, at which point he begins his slow walk towards the ring. The edge of the hood hanging over his face, he walks steadily towards the ring.
Standing at ringside for a brief moment, he turns the the ring steps and begins to ascend them. Wiping his feet on the apron, he steps through the ropes and enters. Turning to his immediate left, he goes to one of the far corners, disrobes and begins stretching out in anticipation for Rick Majors to make his entrance.
The lights go out. Suddenly the sound of guitars pierce through the silence. A spotlight shines on the entrance. The crowd starts to murmur. However, after several seconds, Rick Majors does not appear in the entrance as expected.
["You drink the wise blood
You're gonna hear about it
You'll be taken down brick by brick by brick
Burn the orphanage
You're gonna pay for it
They will purify block by block by block"]
The crowd starts to get restless as Rick Majors is nowhere to be seen.
["'Demons
Come on
You've got a vision
You're on a mission
Demons
Live on
And when I die, hang me high"]
The house lights finally come back on. “Demons” continues to play. Finally, a portion of the crowd erupts. The camera scans over to that section and Rick Majors can be seen standing in the aisle.
["They're gonna bury you
They're gonna finish
They're gonna stand em up six by six by six
You pull the hood back
I wanna know
Which way will the heavenly go?
Taken down, taken down, taken down"]
Majors does not interact with the crowd, despite their excitement. He has a microphone in his hand. He starts to speak, but his words are inaudible as his theme song is inexplicably still playing.
["Demons
Live on
And when I die, hang me high
And you will answer to no one else but me"]
Finally the song fades and Majors’ words can be heard.
Rick Majors: I have never done anything in the conventional manner. So I decided tonight not to come through the entrance way, but to walk through the crowd instead.
The crowd cheers.
Majors: But I did not do this to curry their favor. I will leave the sucking up and pandering to other. No, tonight I am here in the crowd so that I can experience first hand what I am fighting for. You see, the people may not be on my side in the sense that they probably do not want me destroying professional wrestling....
The crowd boos.
Majors: ... but they do want me to destroy Skylar Marshall, his little lackeys and whoever they place in my way. And despite the fact that the audience and I don’t always see eye-to-eye on everything, I’m doing all of this for them.
Majors reaches the guard rail and he climbs over, as cheers can be heard scattered throughout the arena.
Majors: It’s too late for me. It’s too late for me to escape from this industry. But it isn’t too late for them. Most of this audience will still have the opportunity to lead long, successful lives after this industry dies. So that’s another reason why I wanted to walk through them. Because I wanted to - even for a moment - I wanted to experience what it was like to be them.
So the latest obstacle that Skylar Marshall has put in my way is Murdoc. I almost beat you last week Murdoc, before you took the coward’s way out. That seems to be a theme with people that Skylar Marshall puts in the ring against me. They end up leaving the ring with their tails between their legs. And, yes, in case you’re too absorbed in your own reflection to properly understand what I’m saying, I’m talking about you, Michael Wryght.
The crowd boos yet again.
Majors: You were so terrified of losing a wrestling match to me that you literally ran out of the ring. And not only did you run out of the ring, but you ran into the open arms of Skylar Marshall and Whitey Ford. The three of you seem pretty pleased with yourselves these days. But I have some advice for you: Don’t get used to this feeling. Because it won’t last. Why not? Because, if the three of you don’t turn on one another and destroy yourselves somehow, I’m going to destroy you. And it won’t be pretty.
The crowd cheers.
Majors: Now I believe I have a match. Ring the bell.
The bell does indeed ring, and this match is underway!
Much like last time, Majors comes out swinging, attempting a big running knee right off the bat. The big man is expecting such ferocity this time around, and Murdoc sidesteps the knee to lock in a waistlock. Majors reverses the move, spinning into a waistlock of his own and transitioning into a german suplex attempt. The move is blocked by Murdoc, firing with a series of back elbows and finishing the flurry by turning and delivering a thundering headbutt that floors Majors.
Murdoc goes on the offensive quickly, stomping hard on the back of Majors head as he tries to rise, following that up with a big kick to the ribs. Not letting his opponent catch a breather, Murdoc stands over Rick Majors' back and starts landing clubbing forearms to the his head. Stopping the punishment for just a few moments to stalk his prey, Murdoc proceeds to choke Majors out on the bottom rope with his formidable boot.
Dragging Majors to his feet, Murdoc hits a very high impact clothesline for a 2 count. A fist drop a moment later yields another two count. The big man looks ready to end this matchup, taking a few steps back and waiting for Majors to get to his feet. Swinging with immense force, Murdoc looks to hit Oblivion...but Majors ducks, hitting a dropkick to the back of his opponents knee, dropping him into a kneeling position. Majors hits the ropes and this time connects with the flying knee he tried in the start of the match, sending Murdoc crashing back first onto the mat.
Majors takes a moment to regain his composure, and starts to drag the much bigger Murdoc to his feet. But before he can capitalize, Murdoc locks Majors in the Iron Claw submission known as The Beginning. Majors grimaces in pain, but before Murdoc can finish the move and slam his opponent down to the mat, Majors goes back to the same knee he attacked earlier with multiple leg kicks. Murdoc's grip loosens, and Majors makes the best of the situation and begins a flurry of stiff punches and kicks that back Murdoc into the corner, reminiscent of the last time they were in the ring together.
Murdoc senses this are going south fast, and shoves Majors away to stagger from the corner...only to be hit in the back of the head with a big spinning heel kick! Murdoc is dazed, and Majors wants to end it. He sets Murdoc up for the Major Impact, when...
‘Back in Black’ plays over the PA system, and the crowd erupts into a chorus of boos. Skylar Marshall comes running out onto the stage, a microphone in his hand. Whitey Ford is behind him, but taking his time and seeing as if he's in no rush, the International Championship held by a strap and dragging behind him.
"WAIT! Mr. Majors, wait right there!" Rick Majors stares up at the stage in disbelief, dropping Murdoc to the mat in confusion. "I have an announcement to make...this match is hereby declared a no-contest!" Another big wave of boos washes over the arena, and Majors is besides himself.
Winner: No Contest
"As a responsible official of the PCW, I simply cannot let things...slide." Marshall starts. "After having a very lengthy discussion with Dr. Suresh...I discovered that you are not medically cleared to compete in this match. Therefore, the no-contest."
Murdoc is coming to now, and is just as irate as Majors is, despite seemingly being about ready to take a loss. Marshall holds his hand up to silence the crowd with a smug grin on his face. "HOWEVER, I am a fair man, unlike Luis Malave, who would have let this practically unsanctioned match continue. While I can't allow you to finish the match, I have two very big announcements."
Skylar points down to the ring at Murdoc."Murdoc, it seems like you're getting a raw deal here, so I'm going to reward you with something coveted by the entire roster. A shot at the Genesis Title at Trauma 129 against Eira!" Murdoc looks less than pleased with that revelation, but Whitey on the other hand is laughing, now standing beside Skylar Marshall. "You're acquainted with Eira, right? So this should be a good matchup for you!"
Marshall smiles slyly, seemingly enjoying the ire being directed at him from the crowd. "And as for you, Rick Majors, I have a very special surprise for you. See, some of the comments you've been making have ruffled the feathers of some very... important ...people. So, at Mass Destruction 3, you'll be facing off against the best International Champion in Pure Class Wrestling's prestigous history ... Whitey Ford!"
The announcement actually gets a decent reaction from the crowd, and Whitey laughs at the response. Majors looks pleased in the ring, despite his match being called a draw. Ford grabs the microphone from Skylar Marshall and slowly starts to tread his way down the ramp, the International Title now slung over his shoulder.
"What's with the happy face, Majors? Let me clear things up, because my colleague Skylar Marshall is modest when it comes to touting the accolades of others. I am not only the greatest International Champion of all time...I am the greatest wrestler in the entire world, dead or alive." Ford climbs up onto the apron and enters over the second rope. Murdoc takes his leave, not interested in dealing with someone elses business, his mind no doubt on his match at the next Trauma. "I've never seen anyone so eager to lose a pay per view match in my entire life!"
Ford steps up face to face with Majors, the air in the ring thick enough to cut with a knife. "See, I've thrown my lot in with Showtime and Marshall because they actually get it. They know the score around here...unfortunately for you, you're barely even in the game. You remind me a lot of myself when I was younger, Ricky...gotta 'stick it to the man' and show everyone that no matter what, the upper echelon of wrestling management is corrupt and terrible and they'll do this and that and yadda yadda yadda...but have you ever realized that those who run the show...NEVER really lose?"
Whitey points a finger rudely and stiffly into Majors chest. "Sure, you can have this big angry tirade about people like me and Showtime, claiming that you're going to bring the wrestling world down...but that's all just a pipe dream for you revolutionary types. People like you never accomplish your goals...because better people, like me, are standing in your way." Ford's eyes narrow. "Speaking of 'people like me'...I'm inclined to say something about the way you regarded Mr. Showtime for walking out on that farce of a match you had. He doesn't have to deal with peons like you! Myself, Skylar, and Michael are above shit like that."
Ford chuckles as Majors swats his hand away from his chest. "But I guess my moral compass is more skewed than most people know, because I can't just be the bigger man and let those comments go without punishment. I'm going to show you and your stupid little crusade against pro wrestling that you will never amount to anything, and I'll put this worthless title on the line as well. I requested the match."
Whitey slides the International Title off his shoulder, giving it a disgusted look."...and I know you're too chicken shit to fight me without this title on the line, so here we go." Ford drops the title on the mat, face up, in the middle of Majors and Whitey. "If you think you can take this belt from me, go ahead and try it. I'll see you at Mass Destruction, asshole. Let's just hope that your idiot wife can avoid getting hit by a drunk driver again before the show; I'd have to have to fight an emotionally dis--"
Rick Majors lunges forward and takes Whitey off his feet with a Lou Thesz Press! The crowd is going wild as Whitey tries to fight off his new challenger, opting to roll out of the ring and retreat up the ramp. Whitey talks trash as he backpedals towards Skylar, but Majors notices that he left something behind. Rick turns around and picks up the International Title before hoisting it in the air above his head. For as much trash as Whitey talks about the title, the look of anger on his face upon someone else holding it may reveal otherwise. Majors drops the title to the mat and points up the ramp at Ford as the show goes to its’ final commercial break.
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Post by Murdoc on Feb 21, 2013 22:37:29 GMT -5
MAIN EVENT
Non-Title Singles Match
Sean Rhodes (World ©) vs. "Mr. Showtime" Michael Wryght
Referee: Eddie Lane
We’re back from commercial break and it’s time for the MAIN EVENT!
"Gold on the Ceiling" by The Black Keys begins to blare over the P.A. system and the arena darkens. A single spotlight begins to shine on the entrance way illumination none other than “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght. He is wearing a long black and silver sleeveless robe. He stands there with his back to the ring and his arms crossed. The back of the robe is exposed with the words in blue and silver “Mr. Showtime” and slightly behind him is the beautiful Perfection. Showtime slowly walks to the beat of the music as the only light in the arena follows him to the ring.
He walks up the stairs and whips off his feet on the outside apron. He ducks under the top rope and two other spotlights shoot on him he spins and puts his arms out. He slowly makes his way to the corner crossing his wrists, with is fingers are lock making a “W.” He pulls his arms down setting off some small pyros behind him, which also begins the lights to return to the arena.
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, and the lights in the arena lift to show 'Non Compos Mentis' Sean Rhodes, carrying the PCW World Title over his shoulder. With a look toward the fans Rhodes begins to make his way to the ring, giving the crowd aggressive nods of appreciation as he goes.
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 as he reaches the bottom of the ramp the lyrics begin to blast through the PA and NCM walks up the ring steps, onto the apron and into the ring.
Taking a last look at the crowd, Rhodes hands his title to the referee, makes his way to his corner and turns his attention to Michael Wryght.
The two stare each other down ...
... DING DING! And there’s the bell!
The two immediately go in for the collar and elbow tie up, Showtime does NOT want to be in close with Rhodes and rakes him in the eyes. A hip toss and Rhodes is on the mat out of the starting gate. Showtime plays to the crowd while Rhodes recovers a few feet away ... watching with venom in his eyes. Too much show boating and Rhodes is on him with a boot to the gut. With the sudden attack, Rhodes pushes Showtime into the nearest corner. Getting as much room as he can, Rhodes whips Showtime across the ring to the opposite corner.
Rhodes rushing in for the kill, Showtime counters with a vicious boot to the face and a follow-up clothesline. Showtime is out of the corner and catches the rising Rhodes, pushing him back against the ropes. A stiff forearm to the chest and Rhodes counters with a stinging chop. Showtime drops and pulls Rhodes down with him ... hooking in a rolling toe hold that allows him to catch hold of him with a side mounted headlock.
A reversal and Rhodes is side-mounted on Showtime, raining down vicious fists. The referee warns of using closed fists, but Rhodes simply continues his onslaught until Eddie Lane physically intervenes and pushes the two apart ... Showtime scrambling for the safety of the ropes. Rhodes gives chase and Showtime rises to meet him with a thumb to the eye, followed by a turnbuckle smash that leaves the World Champion dazed.
Showtime presses the attack, attempting a clothesline but missing. Rhodes grabs him by the head and drops to the mat. Showtime face first and Rhodes still holding his cranium. Sliding backwards, Rhodes pulls Showtime to the edge of the mat and lifts his head before pulling it down across the edge of the apron. Followed by an elbow to the throat, Rhodes is taking it to Showtime so far. Pulling Showtime back in, he forces the winded Wryght to the nearest corner and lays another forearm smash to the head.
A knee momentarily stops Rhodes, but another jab leaves Rhodes back in control. Payback is a bitch and Rhodes begins raking the eyes of Showtime himself, prompting Eddie Lane to start the five count. Eddie gets to five and has to physically get involved again. It’s becoming apparent the Eddie’s admonishments are falling on hard-of-hearing ears.
Backing away, Rhodes throws a boot to the gut of Showtime as he attempts to make his way to his feet. Showtime counters an incoming Rhodes with a stiff European uppercut. A followup punch. A heavy handed chop and it’s Rhodes this time reeling, staggering back from the suddenly to life Showtime. An Irish Whip and Showtime is one step off as he catches Rhodes with a rough back elbow smash. A forearm smash to the back, Rhodes suddenly slips out from under the flurry of offense and trips Showtime. Dropping him to his back, he locks in a knee lock.
Almost an insult to Showtime, who loves using his own leg locks ... Rhodes wrenches the hold in for a few seconds before dropping his own knee onto Showtime’s. Over and over. A sudden shift in weight and Rhodes drops a quick knee drop to Showtime’s head, floating over into a pinfall predicament.
1 ..
... two-
A kickout at two and Rhodes pulls Showtime to his feet. Rhodes pulls Showtime into an Irish Whip, Showtime ducks a clothesline ... heavy leather from Showtime as he lays into Rhodes with jabs and a final haymaker that drops Rhodes. The shots are bowling-shoe ugly, but God help them effective. The animosity between these two leaves nothing left to the imagination and it’s evident in the manner in which they attack. And it’s only likely to get worse.
Another Irish Whip attempt, only this time by Rhodes. Showtime counters mid-ring and plants Rhodes with a short arm clothesline. Quick pinfall attempt and a quick two count. Rhodes is picked up by the head and as he stands ... catches Showtime with a shot to the stomach. A second and a third. A veritable onslaught of strikes and this has degenerated into a brawl YET AGAIN. Both men trading heavy shots, kicks and punches ... elbows and knees. It looks more like a Muay Thai exhibition than a wrestling match.
Eddie Lane steps in to push the two men apart and is met with a violent shove to the ground by both men.
As he returns to his feet, Eddie Lane has no choice but to ...
DING DING DING!
Winner:[/i] Draw via double-disqualification
Aftermath
The bell has rung and BOTH men are still WAILING away on each other with little to no intent of stopping any time soon. The two are hammering away, violence being the agenda. Paying little attention to the referee attempting break up the fracas, it’s time for Skylar Marshall to appear at the entrance way from behind the curtain. He’s waving rather frantically and we see why soon enough as Whitey Ford emerges and makes a beeline straight towards the ring.
He hits the ring and Rhodes meets him with a diving axe handle. Punch after vicious punch and Whitey is defending quite well. The pair of men, however, soon have the upper hand as Showtime jumps into the fray and levels Rhodes from behind. The two are raining blows onto the slowly weakening World Champion. Suddenly, a great cheer rises from the crowd ... IT’S RICK MAJORS! Parting the waters, he jumps the barricade and hits the ring. He lights a trail to Showtime and begins to unleash furious shots: kicks and boots and elbows.
He grabs the momentary advantage on Showtime, but Whitey jumps in to stop him ... only to be blindsided by a newly invigorate Sean Rhodes! The fight begins again in earnest until the crowd lets out a collective gasp ... then massive jeers as Skylar Marshall waves for more help and guess who should arrive?
The ... FLYING FREEBOOTERS?!
The crowd is stunned as High Tide and Wasp rush the ring and begin assisting Whitey Ford and Mr. Showtime, helping rain blows onto the already weakened Sean Rhodes and Rick Majors. It’s 4-on-2 now in favor of the Freebooters, Whitey and Showtime. Majors and Rhodes are being put through their paces until ... a blur to the ring. A BIIIIIG blur. Skylar is pushed roughly aside and the next thing HE knows, ACE ANDERSON is in the ring for the save!
It’s an all out fracas as the Freebooters jump Ace on the way in. The other two pair still going at it, Ace is literally forced down by the Freebooters as Whitey jumps in to assist. The numbers game still favoring the group led by Skylar Marshall, it isn’t long before even the mighty Ace Anderson is dragged down as well ... just another victim of the gangland brutality.
Speaking of brutality ...
... who do we have here?
Making his way out, even Skylar Marshall backs away from the entrance at the appearance of the Hangtown Horror himself, GRIMM! The crowd erupts and is on their feet for Phineas Grimm as he looks to the ring ... contemplating for a few seconds before taking off at full tilt. He hits the ring like greased lightning and throws a punch to each man, every one of them scattering as the three previous combatants are slowly rising.
The numbers game is bust, and the smartest thing to do? Retreat. Especially in the face of a standing and re-ignited foursome of Grimm, Ace Anderson, Sean Rhodes and Rick Majors. The four eye each other warily to close the show, Marshall’s group escaping the sudden turn of events with their point made and standing in solidarity as they leave the ringside area.
*CLICK!*
Results:
Grimm defeats Gabriel Cross & Silas Brueck* via pinfall
The New Breed defeat The Devil’s Men via pinfall
Ace Anderson defeats Benjamin Banks via pinfall
Eira defeats Andy D via pinfall
Nathan Saniti & Q defeat the Flying Freebooters via pinfall
Whitey Ford defeats Tyrone Smith via pinfall
Murdoc and Rick Majors is ruled a no-contest
Sean Rhodes and Michael Wryght is ruled a double disqualification
I wish to thank Kris, Chris, Tom, Dan and Mel for all their help this week. Also, anyone who sent in segs and spots, it was greatly appreciated. Well done everyone!
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