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Post by Murdoc on Jun 27, 2013 16:21:48 GMT -5
The crowd is on their feet as the live feed kicks in from the Pure Class arena. Welcome to the E! Network and Tuesday Night Trauma! Tonight, we get the FALLOUT from Living a Legacy V! The show kicks off with a slideshow of the happenings of the pay-per-view. Anson spitting the deadly Asian Mist at an unfortunate Q. The New Breed leaving with their Tag Team Championship reign intact. Grimm and NCM battling tooth and nail. Whitey Ford AND Gabriel Cross laid out on the canvas, only Ford’s hand raised. Andy D hitting the Dragon’s Bite on Dillon Durst. Skylar Marshall facing off with a one-armed Justin Michaels. Ace Anderson standing tall with the Icemann Invitational Trophy, Kelli Starr raising his hand in gracious victory ... the confusion of a World Title being torn between two worthy claimants in Justin Kaard and Michael Wryght, with the rest of Marshall’s Law seemingly split down the middle on who to back. We return to the crowd who are packed almost standing room only, cheering their brains out after the recap. If they weren’t ready before, they’re ready now. The camera pans across the sea of excited faces until it stops on a VERY familiar face in ... Tyler Scott. He’s sitting in the crowd, eyes unwavering and body unmoving ... visble over the cardboard sign he holds in front of him. The camera gets a good LONG look at the scribbled writing. A simple phrase: It’s quite obvious that Tyler Scott hasn’t forgotten about his little tete-a-tete with the Hobo King. And neither have the fans! But for now, we’ll have to simply leave Tyler Scott to go to our first match of - - ... oh wait. ‘ Back in Black’ by AC/DC erupts over the speaker system and that can mean only ONE thing: The Boss. Skylar Marshall makes his way towards the ring with a purpose ... AND without the rest of his super-group in tow. He doesn’t seem to be in a very cheerful mood. He hits the ring and immediately calls for a microphone, calling for his music to be cut abruptly. The only hesitation he shows being the pause he has to offer to allow the crowd to finish their jeers. Cut the music. I’m getting straight to business. I’ve been in meetings and conferences ALL week, discussing and hashing out the issue that’s been on the tip of every fan’s tongue. And that would be the result of the World Championship match at Living a Legacy. I’ve received NUMEROUS e-mails. Phone calls. Faxes. The WORKS. Let me make this clear: the whole thing is getting tedious and time-consuming so I’m addressing it now instead of letting it fester. Are you ready?
After thorough investigation of the results and ending of the World Championship match at Living a Legacy V, it has been concluded that BOTH Justin Kaard AND Michael Wryght have legitimate claims to the ownership of the World Championship ...
... that the match itself will be recorded as a DRAW ...The crowd roars its’ disapproval at THIS announcement. The PCW Faithful are certainly not shy about voicing their disdain for yet ANOTHER draw. With so many no-contests and draws happening over the past several weeks, it has become readily apparent that many of them feel that there should be some sort of way to determine a victor in those cases. Marshall continues over the din of the crowd. ... and BOTH men are currently considered CO-CHAMPIONS!The crowd continues their boisterous roar at the decision. As far as the state of the physical belt, it has ALSO been decided that instead of wasting money on a brand new belt to give to the second man ... we at Pure Class Wrestling will be holding the physical belt PERSONALLY, to further insure that neither man get the idea of taking it as their own from the other in some fallacious attempt to “unify” them. Can’t be too careful, now can we?
Speaking of being careful, that is the ONLY statement that is being made at this time ... in the interest of remaining fair and unbiased in regards to BOTH men. NOW. If you’ll excuse me, I have some REAL business to attend ... With that, Skylar Marshall begins to make his way out of the Pure Class ringside area, music blasting just barely over the boos of the crowd as we go live to a shot outside the arena where fans are reacting to the rather polarizing news. Several people booing ... other people thinking its’s only fair with the outcome of the Main Event. Each side vociferous in their inclination. We come back to the ring where it’s time for our FIRST match of this stacked edition of Tuesday Night Trauma! Match One
Singles Match
Sterling Werner vs. Anson
Referee: Manny Cruz A grinding guitar riff explodes from the speakers before a symphony of chaos takes its place. Screams and drums harmonize with the raging guitar chords that make up " Bonehead" by Naked City. The assault on the ears continues for a moment when Anson emerges from the back with Suende in tow. He stops at the top of the ramp and waits for Suende to catch up. And when she does, the duo head down together in tandem. She climbs the ring steps and waits on the apron while Anson slithers in under the bottom rope. He uses the top rope to pull himself to his feet before sitting on the middle rope. Suende bends over and slinks one leg into the ring before slipping into the ring. Aerosmith's " Dream On" comes over the sound system, as the lights dim during the opening guitar solo, adjusting to a mellow mood throughout the Arena. As the lyrics start up, Sterling's entrance video package fades in accordingly. Mixed crowd reaction follows afterwards. As the song continues to play, picking up tempo the lights practically "dance" in sync. Displaying various, subtle colors. A spotlight hits center stage as we later see Sterling Werner slowly ascend upwards through the stage, his arms outstretched and head thrown back, as if to embrace the atmosphere, and feeling the music flow, setting the tone to what he prefers. A faint mist rises along the ramp way, as the water can be visibly seen with each pryo of sparks spraying in the backdrop of the mist. Werner makes his way down the ramp and grabbing the middle rope, pulls himself up onto the ring apron. He smirks, arrogantly eying the fans, acknowledging only the positive crowd signs, while showing immunity towards the negative ones as if they didn't exist. Sterling is fully in the ring now and begins to do some pre-match stretching before the bell sounds. The Referee checks him down for any foreign objects. Naturally, he's anxious to get started. The two men circle each other as Manny Cruz calls for the bell, and right away, Anson flies at Sterling Werner across the ring. Werner goes for a tie up, but Anson ducks to the side, and executes a superb single leg take down, driving his hand into Sterling's chest as he falls, sending him hard, back first into the mat. Anson slides to Werner's side, and goes for an Armbar Submission but Werner sees it coming, and rolls up to his knees. Sterling drives a hard right into An son's face, and follows it with another. Anson lets go of his arm then, and drives both of his feet right into the face of Sterling Werner sending him head over heels across the ring. Anson, wasting no time, rushes to the corner, and climbs up to the second rope, turning now, measuring Werner quickly, and flies through the air landing hard with a driving Elbow Smash from the middle turnbuckle. Anson goes for the cover... One... Two... Thr... … and Werner kicks out just in time. Anson with this match solidly in control, pulls Sterling to his feet by a handful of hair, and flops Sterling's arm over his neck, locks the waist, and sends Sterling Werner into the mat with a lightning quick Snap Suplex. Anson floats over for the cover... One ... Two ... ... Thr... … and again Werner kicks out just in time. Suende is slamming her hands on the mat on the outside, trying to get the referee's attention, claiming it was clearly a three count, but Manny Cruz is not interested in the outside of the ring at all. Anson backs up to the ropes slowly as Sterling slowly climbs to his feet, and launches off of the ropes going for a big cross body block, but Sterling pancakes and Anson flies over him landing hard on the other side. Anson rolls to the apron as Suende makes her way over to him. Sterling takes the temporary breather to recover, and Suende is whispering something to Anson. Anson's eyes clamp shut, then shoot open as he rolls back into the ring. Anson jumps to his feet and backs into the ropes, launching himself at the just standing Sterling Werner. Just before Anson lands a huge Clothesline, Werner drops again, tugging the top rope down and sends Anson over the top to the outside. Suende screams at Sterling, and climbs onto the apron as Manny Cruz holds her back, and tries to get her down. Werner, seeing Cruz occupied, looks back to Anson, and sees him struggling to his feet. He makes a dash for the corner, and leaps to the top, taking aim, and launches off of the top turnbuckle with a flying Elbow Drop that sends them both writhing to the floor. Suende jumps down from the apron and runs around the ring, but not before Werner makes it to his feet. Suende skids to a stop, and Werner slides back into the ring as Suende helps Anson to his feet. As Anson makes it back to the apron, and Cruz counts the ten count, Sterling Werner slides feet first into Anson with a Baseball Slide that sends him back first into Suende and the both of them into the guard rail. Manny stops the count as Werner slides to the outside, and Cruz warns him to get back into the ring before starting the count over. One... Two... Three... Werner lifts Anson to his feet and Irish Whips Anson towards the ring post, but Anson reverses and sends Sterling Werner crashing into the metal pole shoulder first. Four... Five... Six... Anson slides into the ring and paces behind Manny Cruz, watching Sterling Werner on the floor, but can't help himself, and slides back under the ropes breaking the count once more. Anson lays some heavy boots to Sterling on the floor, and then lifts him to his feet again by the hair, and sends him across the outside shoulder first into the ring steps. Manny Cruz warns Anson to get back into the ring and begins his count again... One... Two... Three... Anson stalks Werner rolling on the floor, and sends a heavy right boot into his midsection. Four... Five... Six... Anson reaches down and pulls Werner to his feet, rolling him into the ring. Seven... Eight... Nine... Anson slides into the ring then, but out of desperation, Werner jumps on his back, and drills him with a huge left hook. Werner drives in another one, and another. Manny Cruz warns Werner about the closed fists, but the damage has been done, and Werner rolls away from Anson as they both get to their feet. The crowd goes nuts over the exchange between Anson and Sterling Werner, and while Anson has held control of this match thus far and Werner may be a little worse for wear, neither man has lost his will to fight just yet. They circle each other again, feinting here and their, testing the other man. Finally, both men rear back and lock up right in the middle of the ring. They push against each other, straining to gain the advantage, but neither man can seem to get the edge. Suddenly, Stirling Werner steps in and hits Anson in the gut with a huge Knee. Anson doubles over, and Werner capitalizes with a high Knee Lift to the face of the painted Superstar, but Anson answers with a huge Spinning Roundhouse Kick to the side of Sterling's head. Werner fires back using the momentum of Anson's kick to spin into a kick of his own catching Anson in the jaw. Anson, spinning with the blow, drills Werner in the face with a Spinning Back Fist that sends Werner into the corner. Anson rushes him and goes for a big Corner Splash, but Werner ducks under him, and Anson slams into the corner face first. Werner turns, and cinches Anson around the waist, lifting him up into a huge Belly to Back Suplex. Werner, with momentum now, backs Anson into the ropes and Irish Whips him across the ring. He meets Anson in the middle with a huge Tilt-A-Whirl Back Breaker that lays the man down hard. Werner rifles into the ropes as Anson gets to his feet, and goes for a huge clothesline, but Anson rolls up onto Werner's shoulders and tugs backwards pulling Werner over... but Werner counters with a Crucifix Drop. This time it's Werner who goes for the pin... One... Two... Thr...NO! Anson kicks out just in time and wraps himself around Sterling's arm, yanking back against the shoulder with a full fledged Arm Bar Submission. Eventually, Werner drags Anson to the ropes breaking the hold, but it cost him dearly. Anson quickly goes to the corner while Sterling struggles to his feet, climbs to the top, and launches high into the air as Werner turns too late... the Muta-sault! Anson goes for the pin... One... Two... Three...! Anson has won this hard fought battle here tonight to kick off Trauma 135! Winner: Anson via pinfall
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Post by Murdoc on Jun 27, 2013 16:26:22 GMT -5
Match Two
Four Corners Match
(First Pinfall/Submission is Victorious)
High Tide vs. Wasp vs. Sebastian St. Paul vs. Johnathan Cable
Referee: Marcos Cruz
The lights dim around the arena and a hush descends on the crowd. The opening taps of drums and the beginning riffs of the guitar of Hoobastank's ' This is Gonna Hurt' can be heard filtering through the speakers. Green pin spots swirls wildly around the arena flashing across the fans as they start to cheer wildly. Smoke fills the metal ramp as the drum beat and the guitar pick up a bit. A figure can be seen making its way out of the curtain atop the ramp, and green spotlights tear into the darkness, criss-crossing wildly in front of the curtain where we see a large silhouette of a man lit from behind the curtains. The lyrics begin to chant the melody and the fans really get into the bass beat of the drums and the kicking riffs of the guitar. The spotlights are waving across the stage wildly, and out of the darkness of the curtain, into the green spotlights waving everywhere, just as the music kicks in hard, Johnathan Cable springs forward onto the ramp screaming at the night. He loves the cheers from the crowd as he makes his way to the ring clapping hands with fans and hugging kids who make their way to the railing to see him. The lights fade in as the music goes on, and Johnathan slides in under the ropes to get ready for his match. Blue and white pin spots begin to dance and twirl around the arena cascading across the fans as the opening guitar riff of “Wanted Dead (or Alive)” by Bon Jovi begins to filter through the sound system, seeping into each and every eardrum. The music picks up and the lyrics begin before bright white and blue spotlights flood the stage and the fans begins to actually cheer, when suddenly, the stage erupts in bright blue flames, and the curtain flies to the side as “Simply Stunning” Sebastian St. Paul makes his way out onto the metal grating, the sound of the fans cheering still a shock to him. He is in a long dark blue robe with diamonds around the collar and the hem all around. His dark hair is slicked back and plastered to his head. His mustache is neatly trimmed and every single hair is well placed. Every detail about him is well maintained and sexy as it can get. Sebastian St. Paul looks out over the crowd, his smirk spread from ear to ear as he takes in the rowd. He raises both arms over his head, and folds his arms placing both hands behind his head... and begins to gyrate his hips in small circles, undulating his pelvis in time to the slow music, thrusting his hips one way and then the next as he grinds around on the stage. Finally, he begins to walk slowly to the ring as he shakes the hands of fans nearby, and smiles to himself, still getting used to the limelight on the side of good. Once he makes his way to the ring, he climbs the ring steps ... entering the ring and slapping Cable’s hand before he moves to a nearby corner. ‘Welcome to the Jungle’ by Guns ‘N Roses sounds out as Jule Martins ... the Wasp ... steps out onto the entrance way. The crowd lets out a fresh set of jeer and he, unsurprisingly, soaks in it. The lights flickering on and off. He walks tall and quickly and motions for the fans to get even louder, even though they are booing. He hops over the ropes and goes straight to a corner and climbs the turnbuckle and gives the fans the finger, as the booing has usually reached a deafening level. With very little lighting and effects that simulate lightning .... ‘You Are A Pirate’ by Alestorm cuts short the entrance of the Wasp. The song plays for several long seconds ... with no High Tide to make note of. The referee looks to Wasp who claims as much confusion as anyone else. The referee is conversing back and forth between the ring announcer and Wasp when suddenly ... ATTACK! The team of Sebastian St. Paul and Johnathan Cable jump Wasp from behind! The man caught between the fists and feet of two hungry and dominant tag team champions, he has no choice but to fall. The referee forcing Johnathan Cable out of the ring, it leaves Sebastian St. Paul to have a go at Wasp. Several back elbows and Wasp is backed into one of the neutral corners, forced to take the brunt of SSP’s full-on assault. Once SSP has Wasp propped against the top turnbuckles and rope, he backs away approximately two steps ... and goes in with another brutal back elbow that drops Wasp to a seated position in the corner. A few steps back ... dashing knee strike that connects dead on the jawbone and cheek area. Wasp valiantly struggling to stand after the destructive strikes, SSP takes a big step back and takes off at full speed towards Wasp. With a nimble hop, SSP comes down hard on Wasp with a body splash ... his entire core sandwiching Wasp. Backing away, Wasp stumbles out of the corner and drops to the mat, where SSP quickly drops on top of him for the pinfall attempt. A long one count and Wasp is off the mat. Johnathan Cable KNOWING Wasp’s prowess doesn’t even make the attempt to break the pinfall ... preferring to let the match wear on Wasp a bit. Wasp dragged to his feet, SSP quickly whips him to the ropes. Wasp bouncing off, the sudden transition in pace enough to give him an added boot. As he rebounds off of the ropes, Wasp ruins ALL of SSP’s plans by connecting with a full body flying tackle out of nowhere. Both men hitting the mat, Wasp is close to Johnathan Cable’s corner and quickly dives to slap him on the forearm ... making him the legal man. Cable looking down at Wasp, he enters the ring over his worked over frame and comes face to face with Sebastian St. Paul. The two staring each other for a good few moments ... SSP is on the attack and attempts a surprise clothesline on his partner! Cable ducking at the last minute, SSP continues his momentum and runs to the corner ... nailing a forearm shot and slapping Wasp on the back. Wasp again the legal man, this time opposite Johnathan Cable. It’s shaping up to be a LOOOOOOOONG night for Jule Martins. Cable and SSP sharing a bit of a laugh, Wasp is on the attack in a BIG way ... springboarding over the top rope and nailing a DOUBLE diving clothesline onto the tag team champions! Amazing agility for the slightly older Martins as he takes not one but BOTH opponents down with a bang. Covering Johnathan Cable thanks to his momentum, he is brushed aside forcibly by St. Paul ... netting him only a one count. As St. Paul lays the boots to Wasp before he is escorted from the ring, Cable is on his feet within the blink of an eye with Wasp fairly close on his heels. Bouncing off the ropes with great velocity, Wasp leapfrogs over the rushing Cable and ... unfortunately for Wasp, is caught on the drop to the canvas by Cable in a bearhug. Hands clamped tightly to each other, Cable begins to exert some SERIOUS pressure on the lower back of Jule Martins. As Cable wrenches in, Wasp never manages to lose his composure ... even while under extreme duress. And just when things look their bleakest ... ... Wasp begins to clap! Hands behind Cable’s head, ringing the ears and disrupting the equilibrium of Johnathan Cable. On the verge of a comeback ... Cable stops wrenching and drops to the mat with the latter half of a vicious spinebuster that leaves Wasp pancaked flat to the mat. Dead square in the middle of the ring, Cable jumps on the chance to make the pinfall. 1 ... 2 ... ... the pinfall is broken by ... St. Paul?! The crowd lets out a muffled ‘OoooOOOoooOOOoooh!’ at this, the prospect of tag team partners not working so well together. Cable pushing up off of the fallen Wasp, the tag team champions share a long and tense battle of serious faces before St. Paul calmly walks back to his corner. Cable left in with the fallen Wasp, he drags the man to his feet and hoists him up for a muscle busting gut-buster. The impact forcing Wasp back up to his feet, Cable is right there behind him and hooks the waist as Wasp falls ... turning a full 360 before planting him with a backbreaker. A quick pinfall and the referee is in position, but only manages to count a long two count before Wasp kicks out ... amazingly ... on his own terms. Cable stymied yet AGAIN, he moves to his tag team partner and makes the quick tag ... hoping to keep the pressure on. SSP making his way into the ring, he circles the fallen Wasp and begins to pick him up - - SMALL PACKAGE! A quick two count and SSP is STUNNED. Like, legitimately startled at the signs of life in Jule Martins. Fair enough. With a huff and a grunt, SSP hoists Wasp to his knees ... then to his feet. A boot ... BLOCKED! Wasp grabs the foot and with a spin, has SSP doing a 360 before throwing a bot of his own and hooking the head. Snap DDT! The impact is vicious and Wasp is on top for the two count. 1! 2! ... a kickout at 2 3/4 by SSP. Perhaps he was expecting Johnathan Cable to make the save. But surprisingly, no Cable to break the pinfall attempt. Wasp is down but stirring ... SSP is down but stirring. Cable is cheering, for who is anyone’s guess, but he’s definitely rooting for SOMEONE to make the tag. It’s Wasp moving to the corner! No, it’s SSP! It’s a race to the tag and .... ! The slap of flesh on flesh. Wasp has made the tag to Johnathan Cable! He’s the legal man ... and so is SSP. Will they be so willing to continue to destroy Wasp ... or has their slow rift begun to spread unchecked? The two face off. Wasp crawling towards the corner, the tag champs moving closer to a head ... it looks as though they’re going to come to blows when Cable rears back and ... BAM! Wasp from behind, forcing Johnathan Cable into SSP. The force knocking SSP across the ring, Cable is pulled back into the corner by Wasp. Several body blows from a kneeling position and Wasp is fighting for everything he has! The ref warning Wasp to get out of the ring, he does so grudgingly ... right behind Johnathan Cable. Waiting until the referee’s back is turned, Wasp slaps Cable on the shoulder. Congratulations?! Not hardly. Wasp now the legal man, he waits for SSP to take off towards the corner ... still considering Cable the legal opponent. Wasp helping pull Cable from the corner, SSP crashes and burns on the top turnbuckle and staggers backwards. Wasp, meanwhile, pulls Cable from the ring and to the floor to take over. It’s not long before SSP is clear-headed enough to turn back ... INTO THE GREAT WHITE NORTH! A devastating Superkick that flattens SSP in the middle of the ring! Cable shaking off the effects of the meeting of the minds, a strange sound arises from the crowd. A mix of cheers and boos, they don’t know which to settle on. It’s High Tide, racing from God knows where in the back! He’s not fully dressed, even going so far as to carry a boot in his hand as he sprints down the ramp. Hitting the ringside area, he manages to meet Johnathan Cable as Wasp covers SSP for the pinfall attempt. 1! Cable and Tide trading blows, Cable is dazed enough that Tide catches the man unawares and drops him. 2! Tide slides into the ring to break up the pinfall .... ! ... 3! But it’s too late! The Wasp pins Johnathan Cable in the four corners match! Winner: Jule Martins def. High Tide, Johnathan Cable and Sebastian St. Paul; Jule Martins pins Sebastian St. Paul
The Wasp makes his way out of the ring past his partner to the top of the ramp, leaving the other three combatants in awe at the situation as we go to an advertisement for PCW: The Music vol. 1. Match Three
Grudge Match
Andy D vs. Tyler Scott
Referee: Melina Cruz BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The familiar thudding introduction of ‘ Galvanise’ by Chemical Brothers announces the arrival of Tyler Scott and back from a quick advertisement. After a momentary pause, the crowd parts and Tyler Scott begins to make his way to the ring to a positive welcome from the PCW Faithful. Having appeared wearing a red and black leather biker jacket, he soon gives it up, sliding off and flinging it to the side of the ringside area. He heads to the ring, staying his usual focused self. He climbs into the ring and walks to the center where he stares intensely into the crowd. He mouths a few obscenities, possibly as provocation to the crowd, possibly as encouragement to himself, before beginning his few warm up moves, awaiting the start of the upcoming contest. The intro of ' Are You Not Entertained' hits out on the PA system, and when it asks for everybody to scream the crowd goes crazy and Andy D appears from the back. As he heads towards the ring, he slaps hands with as many people of the crowd as he can. Approaching the ring, Andy slides under the bottom rope before running up to a random turnbuckle, hopping up to the second turnbuckle and motioning for the crowd to cheer loudly. Andy jumps down and removes his bucket hat, placing it on the metal part of the turnbuckle in his corner before standing ready for the match. Referee Melina Cruz checks that both men are ready and, when they both nod in confirmation, she signals for the bell. DING DING DING! Both British competitors come out of their corners with determination and an immediate eye for the weaknesses of their rival. Andy looks to use his speed, circling Scott, while Tyler gets down low to use his technique to hook a leg. Scott is the first to act as he goes for a takedown but Andy hits a quick kick to the shoulder. Scott hesitates for a moment before going back for a second attempt and receiving the same treatment. Andy watches as Scott tenaciously goes for a third and swiftly avoids it this time, instead rolling over his body and into an Oklahoma Roll Pin… One… NO! Scott kicks out right away, his face full of surprise while Andy is still determined as ever. With Tyler still on his knees, Andy goes for another kick but this time Scott pulls out the surprise and grabs the leg. He quickly cuts down the other leg and goes for a grapevine but Andy pushes him away hurriedly. As Andy gets to his feet, though, Scott connects with a fierce kick of his own and cinches in a side headlock. Through his haze, Andy pushes his opponent into the ropes and throws him across the ring. On the rebound both men go for shoulder blocks, but the larger Scott wins out and knocks Mr D to the mat. Hitting the ropes, Scott rebounds and vaults over a recovering Andy but on the second return receives a shuddering Standing Dropkick to the jaw. Andy pins again… One… TW..NO! Scott gets his shoulder up but again Andy goes on the attack. He drags Scott to his feet and hits a series of forearms to the face before whipping him across the ring. On the rebound Andy hits an Arm Drag and follows it with two more as Scott tries to regain his momentum and fails. On the third, Andy quickly hits the ropes before dropping into a snap Leg Drop across the throat. He tries to go for a second but this time Scott has it scouted and moves at the last second, watches Andy’s ass meet onto canvas. Both men now struggle back to their feet and Scott is the first to react with a hard Knee Lift into the gut. He follows it with a combo of palm strikes and rushes the ropes, powering forward with a hard Clothesline that floors Andy. Immediately, Scott reverts to the technical game and attacks the legs of the faster man, twisting his left into a Standing Toe Hold. Andy squirms and looks for an escape but Scott has it locked in tight. Referee Melina Cruz asks for a submission but Andy answers no vehemently and hits out with a flailing kick with his free leg, catching Scott in the chest. Two more force Scott to let go of the hold and Andy gets to his feet, showing some discomfort. The two lock up in the middle of the ring but now Scott has the advantage and transitions into a hammerlock. He holds it tight in the center of the ring but Andy reaches back and grabs his head. Gaining some leverage, Andy jumps up and uses the momentum to hit a Snapmare on his opponent before quickly jumping over the sitting body of Scott and hitting a whiplash inducing Neck Snap. With the advantage now on his side, Andy climbs out onto the apron and begins to climb while Scott tries to get to his feet in the middle of the ring. Finally recovering his senses, Scott turns and sees Andy in full flight, unable to move until he is hit with a flying Missile Dropkick. Andy struggles on the mat for a moment before diving for the pin. One… Two… NO! Again Scott gets a shoulder up and pushes his way back up, only to be set upon by Andy. The crowd are heavily cheering for Mr D but still a sizable portion of the crowd is supporting his British compatriot to get back on the offensive. Andy tries to remain on top and hits another salvo of forearms that knock his opponent back to the ropes. He then whips Scott across the ring and follows him, looking for a clothesline of his own… but Scott ducks. The British Lion carries his momentum back across the ring and Andy stands by the ropes in preparation. Scott approaches and Andy prepares to lift him over the top…. But Scott unexpectedly executes a baseball slide through Andy’s legs, grabbing both and sending him flat on his face in the ring while he slides onto the apron. Scott watches as Andy pushes himself back to his feet and springs high onto the top rope. Using it as a springboard, Tyler jumps off, grabs Andy’s head and drives him down with a spectacular Springboard Diamond Cutter. He hooks the leg and the crowd count expecting three… One… Two… THR..NO! Andy kicks out at the final moment and Scott asks Melina Cruz if the count was correct. She signals for a definite two and Scott shows a moment of frustration before refocusing. He lays into the legs of Andy with a succession of stomps to the knees and takes hold of his left leg, moving into position for the Reverse Heel Lock . Andy struggles straight away, knowing what is coming and seeking to avoid it. He pushes bit by bit to the ropes as Scott struggles still to apply the hold. Andy grabs the bottom rope just in time and Melina Cruz starts her mandatory count. As she counts, however, Andy uses the ropes to climb with his hands and he uses his free foot for a vertical base. Finally he throws his body around and hits a brutal Enziguri kick to the skull of Scott. Sent reeling across the ring, Scott gives Andy the time he needs to recover and he finds his feet quickly. Scott turns straight into a Running Elbow that knocks him to the ground, followed by a second as he tries to get back to his feet. Again Scott tries to recover but Andy cuts him off with an athletic Hurricanrana! He rolls through and hooks the leg for another pin…. One… Two… THR..NO! Again Scott manages to get out and both men scramble to their feet. The crowd are at fever pitch with their cheers for both men and want this exciting contest to continue a little longer. Both men reach their feet at the same time and turn into a flurry of mutual shots. Punches flow back and forth until Andy gets to the advantage with a hard shot to the jaw. Quickly he takes the opportunity and whips Scott into the ropes before ducking his head for a Back Body Drop. Scott rebounds and improvises on the run, grabbing Andy’s head and viciously snapping downward with a sick DDT. Both men stay down for a moment, but Scott begins to move, crawling toward the apron. Andy begins to do the same and slowly both men climb to their feet. After Melina Cruz reaches a seven count, Scott reaches his feet and is followed soon by Andy who sways in the middle of the ring. Even though his balance is off, Scott jumps onto the top rope once more and jumps off with an attempted Springboard Clothesline…. But Andy reacts instinctively and catches him with a hard STO out of mid air! The crowd goes wild as Andy struggles to make sense of where he is again. He finally finds Scott laid out on the mat and makes a move as if to pin, but hesitates. With the grudge match carrying more than just a victory, Andy clearly wants to inflict some more damage for his own sense of pride. He moves to the corner and begins to climb from the inside, clearly showing the effects of damage to his legs. He gets to the top and looks out at the fans who cheer him on, willing him to go for the win… but out of nowhere Tyler Scott leaps to the top with him! With barely any hesitation, Scott grabs Andy around the waist and throws him backwards while hooking his legs around the top turnbuckle. Andy flies from the top and crashes down on his neck with a colossal German Suplex! There are gasps of awe from the PCW Faithful as Andy lies motionless in the middle of the ring and Scott rights himself so that he is back atop the turnbuckles. He steadies himself and turns before throwing himself off and spreading his arms. Scott plummets to the mat and lands with a horrific looking Swandive Headbutt before hooking the leg… One… Two… THREE! Winner: Tyler Scott via pinfall‘ Galvanise’ by the Chemical Brothers hits as Scott holds his head in pain, but realizes that he has won. He climbs to his feet and stumbles backwards into the corner as the crowd applauds both the victor and the loser for the fantastic contest. Slowly, Andy begins to recover in the middle of the ring and it dawns on him that he was on the losing end of the contest. As Tyler Scott remains in the ring with his hand held high by referee Melina Cruz, Andy D slides from the ring with a frustrated yet understanding look. He knows that he gave the match his all and that he lost to the better man on the day. As Andy disappears behind the curtain, Scott takes one last moment to applaud the crowd and… “SCUM OF…THE EARTH… COME ON!”The heavy beat of drum and harsh guitar kick in immediately after hearing the voice of Rob Zombie blasting over the PA system. Instinctively the crowd boo as the images of the notorious ‘Born Psycho’ flash across the Tron. The PCW Faithful waits with no lack of vocal attacks for the man himself to arrive but he holds back until Mr Zombie’s voice erupts once more. “YEAH! RUN AND KILL, DESTROY THE WILL, A HERO THAT DOESN’T EXIST! YEAH! SMOKING GUN, WELL I AM THE ONE, A BULLET HOLE IN YOUR FIST! YEAH!”Out from the back now walks the feared Non Compos Mentis, his hobo horde conspicuous by their absence. The crowd continues their rapturous jeering as the former World Champion holds a microphone high into the air for everybody to see, as if making a point that they will have to listen to him speak whether they like it or not. “I’M BREATHING! I’M BLEEDING! I’M SCREAMING! SCUM OF… THE EARTH… COME ON!”As Tyler Scott walks up to the ropes with intent to exit the ring and stomp up the stage and all the way over NCM’s head, the music finally comes to a halt and is replaced by the subtle yet decidedly sinister southern tones of Mentis. You just stand right there, Mr Scott! I know you’ve been looking for me all day but you’re gonna want to see what I have to show.Scott halts for a moment and glares up the ramp with angry eyes, wanting to settle the business that has been brewing between them since his debut match. For now, at least, he remains in the ring and watches the sickening smile stretch over Mentis’ face as he takes a couple of steps further down the stage. Now I took the liberty of purchasing this time so I could offer ALL you ignorant folks, and that includes you Mr Scott, a tiny piece of education. All you folks believe I’m a choker, hmm? Y’all think I can’t win when the chips are down? You know NOTHING!The fans don’t give a damn who NCM paid for the privilege of being out on the stage, all they do care about is booing Mr Mentis for all he’s worth. Listening intently in the ring, Tyler Scott can’t help but smile wryly at the abuse being pelted at his rival who continues through the insults. The acts you perceive as my ‘failures’ are merely the results of interference. The Icemann Invitational was MINE for the taking, and my match against Grimm ruined by the BLINDNESS of others!” Steve Shaw, one of our ‘esteemed’ referees, showed himself to be nothing more than a fraud when he blatantly ignored the use of a foreign object when Grimm Harvested me on a steel chair!
And when the COWARD, Ace Anderson, defeated me in the Iceman Invitational, who was it that TWISTED the rules beyond reason?! Another of our respected and beloved officials, Tyrone Little. Nobody in Genesis Title history has been forced to defend the title in an Overtime period! NOBODY has been forced to continue their match in an Icemann Invitational after a draw! Nobody, not one single man or woman, has been treated with such disrespectful and DISGUSTING bias by the very individuals we trust to uphold the laws of PCW! Nobody… but Non Compos Mentis!The boos are rattling the foundations of the arena as Mentis’ growing anger and intensity can be felt through the microphone. Visibly he composes himself and settles back into his sadistic grin like an old comfortable sofa. An air of dread surrounds him now, and his over-confident manner. Somebody needs to show these people that such blatant meddling with the laws of this fair company is unacceptable. Luckily, hahaha, I am here to help. People in the production truck, would you kindly show the tape I so generously prepared…Mentis waves his arm in faux-grandiosity toward the Tron in anticipation of something appearing… but nothing does. With a look of confusion or even anger, Mentis waits another moment before lifting his microphone up once more, his words nearly drowned out by the sarcastic applause of the PCW Faithful. …what’s the matter? Got your panties in a twist?! Lost your stomach?! Play the God-BLEEP- tape!The look on Mentis’ face is now a picture of total rage as the screen remains blank, except of course for the PCW logo in the centre. By now even Tyler Scott risks a laugh at the mentally unstable Mentis and the crowd cannot be silenced as he shouts toward the production truck. You show my video, production monkeys! I paid Skylar Marshall his pretty pieces of silver for this time so you had BETTER show my video!There is a pause…. And finally the screen flickers into action with a sprawling, uneven shot of the PCW Arena’s parking structure. Several sets of feet, legs, hands and other assorted body parts can be seen in varying degrees of scruffy dress as they apparently rush through the catacomb-esque pillars of the car lot. The camera slowly lifts as the operator gets to grips with the equipment and the view shows the ever-unwashed masses of the Hobo Horde striding toward an unremarkable car in the middle distance. The hobos continue to move forward at speed as a small figure steps unknowingly out of the car and shuts the door. Now he sees the onrushing filthy horde and the camera fuzzily zooms in on his terrified face. The face, when it becomes clearer, is that of PCW senior official, Tyrone Little. Little starts to make for the door to the arena innards but his legs aren’t as nimble as they used to be. He gets half way before the camera zooms out to see one of the hobos pile into him and knock the official to the ground. The outrage of Jerry Andrews is backed by the scene of Tyrone Little trying to recover but merely getting kicked in the sternum and dropped to the car lots concrete floor. In mere seconds a mob descends on the aged official and he disappears from view. An eerie silence descends on both the scene on the tron and in the arena itself while Mentis’ grin grows wider and more satisfied. From the left of the shot, a figure enters and walks calmly over to the assembled throng of rabid dogs. Little finally reappears from the mass of mucky men as a bald head, lifted from the ground and held up by the arms. He is panting hard but his eyes track the shadowy figure in, watching as the crowd splits to let him in. The shot zooms in again as the man’s face gets closer and closer to Referee Little’s. It is only a couple of inches away when he stops movie and it is apparent that the man is Non Compos Mentis himself. "Did you think you could twist the rules to your own ends and not pay for it, Tyrone?” Says Mentis in almost a whisper, loud enough so only the camera and Little can hear him. When there is no response to the comment, NCM fiercely slaps Little across the face and grabs him by the jaw to force him to meet his eyes . “DID YOU THINK YOU WOULD ESCAPE YOUR DESERVED PUNISHMENT!?”The arena is stunned into a dead silence of shock and disgust, so quiet the only noise is the growing cackling laughter of Mentis on the stage as he admires his own handiwork. "You cost me my shot at glory, Tyrone. You, a trusted and wise official, you screwed me you heinous bastard.” If the production staff of PCW Trauma had known about the actions of the video they would undoubtedly have censored or even cut the whole thing, but instead the farce goes in. “You will become an example for everybody. An example that if you use your power to screw the righteous you WILL receive your due penance! If you get in my way again, you will be turned to dust!"With that, Mentis releases Little’s jaw… and quite possibly breaks it with a shuddering right punch that send him limp into the arms of his followers. Mentis begins to walk off as Little falls to the ground and, mercilessly, the Hobos take their fill of blood. The stomps continue until the camera drops to the floor once again and the transmission cuts out. The tron goes dead and the crowd begins a murmuring of dissent and awe at the events they have just seen. In the ring, Tyler Scott stands by the ropes, gripping them tightly with fury and an urge to leap through them and attack. Now, Mr Scott, I hope you were watching closely…Mentis struggles not to let his cackling laughter show through his words but the anger is growing throughout the crowd and in the ring and they see that his disgusting actions are met only with mirth. …because that man could very easily by you. Or your pal Andy D. Or anybody in this god forsaken place. Nobody, and I mean NOBODY, is safe if they get in my way. And you had better remember that the next time you come looking for me, because you will not like what you find.Scott’s hands are glowing white as they hold the top rope right and his teeth clench. The last shot before the screen fades out to another commercial break is the satisfied and sickeningly happy face of Non Compos Mentis as he prepares for his match that is coming up next. |
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Post by Murdoc on Jun 27, 2013 16:29:40 GMT -5
Match Four
Singles Match
Non Compos Mentis vs. Gabriel Cross
Referee: Steve Shaw The show opens back up to NCM already in the ring, gaze fixated eerily on the ramp and entrance way where Tyler Scott has just been escorted from the ring by security and referees in the back. With the video previously being played, there was NO intention of letting things go ANY further between Non Compos Mentis and Tyler Scott, for fear of the building itself being torn asunder with their ferocity. " Power" by Kanye West incites them to action and they begin to cheer AND boo their former North American Champion. He arrives on the stage and welcomes it all, flipping back the hood of his black and silver coat, sporting a cool and confident grin. He kneels down, his long coat pooling around him, and raises jos fists toward the rafters. He takes his time walking to the ring both to mentally prepare and stroke his ego as thousands of fans scream his name or hurl insults. NCM just stands immobile in the ring, staring at Cross in the manner one might regard a particularly loathsome insect. Instead of removing his trademark knee length coat as he usually does once in the ring, Cross turns his back on his opponent and leans over the ropes to demand a microphone, which is promptly handed to him. Bringing the microphone to his lips, he jabs a finger at NCM and begins to speak. “ You think I’m stupid, NCM?! Is that what you think?! Let me make ONE THING perfectly clear: I’m not an idiot. Just because they don’t APPEAR to be here ... doesn’t mean they’re NOT. Those lowlifes you have carrying your jock ... ? I KNOW they’re here. I KNOW IT.”. He looks around the arena ... nothing. And yet, some commotion IS beginning to happen. “ Where are they, huh? Come on ... that’s right ... sneak up on me like you do everyone else, you cowards! DO IT! Show your faces.”. As if right on cue ... one hobo appears at the top of the entrance way. Cross looks over his shoulder and catches movement out of the corner of his eye. About 10 rows back, a pair of hobos are beginning to slink towards the ring. All over the arena, they’re beginning to filter in. All the while, their erstwhile leader standing in the middle of the ring ... a slow smile beginning to form on his face. “ We don’t start this... -I- don’t start this...until they’re GONE.” Cross flings his arm out in a wide gesture seemingly encompassing the entire arena. Non Compos Mentis affects an expression of surprise and confusion, the effect ruined by the deranged grin on his face. Shrugging at the crowd, he begins making shooing motions with his hands, the camera focused on him catching his shouts of “ Go! GO on! He just doesn’t want you all to see him LOSE!!!” before he breaks down into maniacal, raucous laughter. “ No. THEM!” With that, Cross jabs his finger at various points in the crowd, quick camera work panning through each area. Here and there, sprinkled about, are the soldier’s of NCM’s personal army. A vagrant, his beard matted, rapidly blinking eyes feverishly bright. A woman with stringy hair, her sharp shoulder bones showing through her too-thin clothing as she keeps her arms wrapped tight around her waist. A murky individual whose haircut might be more kindly referred to as mange rather than anything someone did on purpose to their head. As the cameras pan about following Cross’ direction, more and more of the Hobo Horde are found, the PCW patrons seated around them clearly uncomfortable. Non Compos Mentis merely crosses his arms and levels a deadpan stare at Cross in a clear refusal. This time it’s Gabriel’s turn to shrug as he drops the mic to the mat and slides under the bottom rope. PCW security presence tightens along his path of exit as the transients and dissidents under the control of NCM begin to trickle their way down through the crowd like maggots boring paths through rotting flesh. Unable to make any other call, Steve Shaw begins the count. ...1! The crowd is in a rabble, mixed shouts and boos and an overall sound of confusion. Cross begins his walk back up the entrance ramp to the backstage area. ...2! The sounds of confusion resolve into boisterous complaints and jeers as it becomes clear that Cross really is making his exit. ...3! A dull drone is heard in the crowd, under and over the noise of the shouted complaints as Cross continues his walk. ...4! The crowd begins to boo, the same dull drone getting louder beneath the din, Cross now flanked by a phalanx of PCW security personnel insulating him from the crowd. ...5! The booing louder now, sporadic cries can be heard, the crowd around those areas becoming nervous as Cross advances towards the back. ...6! The crowd begins to chant, some for NCM and some for Cross, the strange shouts still audible. ...7! The chanting grows louder and louder, boos and jeers, the continued animalistic cries a sharp counterpoint. ...8! Cross reaches the entrance stage and turns around, his face on the PCWtron glaring down at NCM before shaking his head in disgust, turning and vanishing into the back. ...9! The crowd’s reaction reaches a fever pitch, boos and cheers, hurled insults and cheers, while a long shrieking cry can be heard from several different points in the arena. ...10! The bell! Non Compos Mentis wins!! The crowd goes wild at this reaction, the confused cacophony of their voices dulling in comparison to the raucous howls of the Hobo Horde, slicing through all other sound like a pack of desperate, savage wolves. Winner: NCM via Count-OutMatch Five
Singles Match
Whitey Ford vs. Dillon Durst
Referee: Roberto Garcia " Good Man" by Devour the Day comes over the PA system, and the entire crowd stands up to get a glimpse of Dillon Durst. He doesn't make them wait, ready to make an impact by defeating a man who holds two of the titles in Pure Class Wrestling. Durst stomps out onto the stage, and gives his trademark malevolent grin before slowly walking down the entrance ramp. Despite his less than stellar reputation with the fans, The Legacy is getting quite a few cheers from the crowd; much more than jeers, actually. Wasting no time, Durst slides into the ring and slaps the straps of his singlet off his shoulder, looking a bit surprised at the reaction he's receiving. But, before Durst can revel in the crowd's reaction for too long, his music cuts out abrubtly, and the organ sound of " Critical Acclaim" opening notes start up. The crowd is instantly united in an overwhelming chorus of boos. Once the electric guitar starts to heavily kick in, Whitey Ford waltzes out onto the stage with the North American Championship and the International Championship slung over each shoulder. His arms are held abroad, soaking in the hatred from the 'adoring' fans. With his arms still held out, he walks down the entrance ramp slowly with his eyes never leaving Durst, who just stares back with determination. Ford steps up onto the ring apron, and climbs onto the top turnbuckle from there, holding both titles high above his head to the ire of the fans in attendance. Whitey jumps down into the ring, and hands the titles over to the referee, who in turn sends them to a ring attendant on the outside. The bell rings, and the two men meet in the center, Whitey laughing at Durst right from the start. " Welcome to PCW!" can be barley heard coming from Whitey's mouth, and a cheap open handed slap right across The Legacy's face! Durst is shocked, but after a moment of shock he absolutely levels Whitey with a right hand! Ford rolls outside of the ring immediately to recoup, angrily holding his jaw and swearing to himself. Durst goes to follow, but Whitey flees, trying to hide behind the ring steps. For slides into the ring, Durst does from the other side of the steps. Whitey immediately slides back out, as does Durst in pursuit. Ford again slides into the ring after running around a corner post, and meets The Legacy as he follows with a dropping knee to the back of the head. Ford continues the assault with stomps to the back and the head of Durst before lifting him up with a front headlock and transitioning into a snap suplex. Ford covers, but only gets a one count. Not wasting any time, Whitey lifts up Durst and whips him into the ropes, attempting a leapfrog...only to be caught with a strong spinebuster from Durst! One of his trademark moves hits home, and hits HARD, and he covers Ford. 1...2... Ford kicks out, barely escaping a big loss. Durst then takes his time, returning the sentiment by stomping on Ford's head until the referee calls for the break. Durst drags Whitey to his feet with force and applies an abdominal stretch, wrenching back and putting torque on Ford's ribs. Whitey grimaces in pain, but gives a prompt 'Fuck off!' to the referee when he asks him if he wants to quit. A jerk of his leg and Whitey uses the momentum of Dillon pulling on him to slide over his back, and hits a kick to the thigh subsequently. Durst is slowed, but not by much, throwing a big right hand. Ford answers with one of his own. Dillon strikes. Whitey strikes. Whitey throws a heavier than usual haymaker and pays for it, as Durst ducks and lands a big knee to the midsection, followed by a sidewalk slam and a pin attempt. 1... The dual champion has regained his bearings after the early spinebuster, and kicks out after one. Immediately, Durst locks on a reverse chin-lock, trying to slow down Ford and keep him from mounting any real offense. Ford manages to roll to the side and get to his feet, hitting a knee to the midsection of his own...followed by a big kick very low in the abdomen. The referee warns Ford it was close to a low blow, but the champion doesn't pay any attention and hits the ropes, connecting with a running dropkick that sends Durst into the ropes. As Whitey charges, Durst uses his counter attack methods to duck under a clothesline, using his shoulder to hoist Ford up and over the ropes. Whitey is a seasoned veteran, however, and lands on the apron. As Legacy turns around, Ford is vaulting over the ropes with a slingshot plancha, dropping his opponent and attempting a pin. 1... A kic out by Durst doesn't surprise Ford, as he hits the ropes again and comes off with a springbard leg drop! 1...2... Another kick out, and Ford is now getting irritated. Jaw-jacking with Dillion, he drags him to his feet and puts his head precariously underneath Durst’s arm, only to lurch back with a release northern lights suplex! Durst holds his back in pain, and Whitey looks supremely proud of himself. Pacing Durst for a moment, Whitey drags The Legacy to his feet and lifts him up on his shoulders, looking for the Wasted-Land. But Durst fires back with big elbows to the jaw, and Ford is forced to drop him back to his feet. Whitey regains his bearings, only to be tossed head over heels by a release German Suplex! Legacy meets Ford as he stumbles to his feet, and hits him with the double under-hook DDT called ' Broken'! The fans are on their feet! 1...2... Close kick out by Whitey Ford! Durst appears to be more confident in his victory instead of staying active and putting Ford away immediately, and slowly picks up the NA and INT champion by his head. Legacy lifts Ford on his shoulders, looking fo The Solution...he spins Ford around, drops to his back...and Whitey isn't there! Ford made himself overturn and landed on his feet! Dillon springs up, looking to salvage the move, but is met with a big dropkick to his knee, already ravaged by past injury. Ford springs to his feet, and springboards off the second rope...only to hit a downward enziguri to the back of Durst's head, hitting a modified Hangover From Hell! Ford wastes no time now, ready to end it, and lifts Durst up for the Backtoss Piledriver! 1...2...3! The referee signals for the bell, and Whitey stands up with a second wind, feeling the adrenaline after his win over one of NLCW's best. The ring attendant barely has time to get to the ring before Ford reaches over the ropes and snatches his North American title and International Title from him with authority. " Critical Acclaim" is playing, and Ford is holding both of his titles over his head. Whitey is now calling for a microphone, and the attendant returns to give it to him. Winner: Whitey Ford via pinfall" Stop my f-BLEEP-ing music. Just cut it!" As told, the PA operator cuts Avenged Sevenfold to let Ford speak. " NLCW fans...there you have it! I just took out the man that people only spoke of in whispers! I took down not only the brightest prospect we've had for a long, long time...but a f-BLEEPing LEGACY! Nobody can touch me. Not Grimm, not Ace Anderson, not Monroe, not Gabriel Cross...and certainly not Dillon Durst!" The fans are booing intensely now, bitterly realizing that Whitey Ford is a force to be reckoned with. " So I say to the people in the back, watching me perform...awestruck, starstruck, feeling like they should just pack their bags and leave before I decide to turn my attention on them. Anybody who thinks they can take me down, RIGHT NOW...come on out." The stage is empty; PA system, silent. The fans are having dueling chants, some for Ace Anderson, some for Grimm...even a few for Justin Michaels to get one of Marshall's Law to stop running his mouth. But nobody comes out. " Fine, fine." Whitey chuckles to himself, his confidence and ego growing by the second. He walks to the edge of the ring and tosses his International Champinship out to the ring attendant. Ford then heads to the center of the ring, and lays the North American Championship out on the mat. " Seeing as you all are too f-BLEEP-ing afraid to get in the ring with me without some sort of prize...I challenge the first person to come out onto that God d-BLEEP-n stage to a match for the North American title!"The gauntlet thrown, only Whitey Ford stands tall ... no one rising to the occasion. No on there to meet the challenge. With a cock-sure smirk and a stride that can only be described as arrogant, Whitey moves to pick up his North American belt. The crowd is awe-struck: NO ONE has come to meet the challenge of Whitey Ford. Not EVEN with the North American championship offered as incentive! As Whitey lays a hand on his belt ... ... a familiar sound begins playing over the PA system. The crowd knows who it is ... but can it be?! It IS! ‘10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure’ by Dope Stars Inc begins to pour from the speakers. The crowd is electric for him ... it’s the RETURN OF THE CRAZY ONE! As Tyrone Smith steps out onto the main entrance, Whitey looks mildly amused ... and maybe ... JUST MAYBE ... a tad bit concerned. He begins to argue with Roberto Garcia, who can do nothing ... Ford issued the open challenge! Crazy Boy nods and smiles and stares DIRECTLY at the North American championship belt. NOT Ford. The championship. In the blink of an eye, Crazy Boy is off ... rocketing to the ring. A human shaped blur, he dives under the ropes and enters ... all underneath a flurry of Whitey Ford boots. As he powers to his feet, several weeks of pent up aggression and hunger having built up, he stems Whitey’s assault and begins one of his own ... just as the bell sounds! The match is on! Match Six
Impromptu Open Challenge for the North American Championship
Whitey Ford vs. Tyrone ‘Crazy Boy’ Smith
Referee: Roberto Garcia
Crazy Boy taking charge of the situation, he throws punch after punch ... a kick or two ... several chops. ALL of them connecting and Whitey feeling every last ONE of them. As Whitey backs towards the ropes in hopes of diving out to catch his breath, Crazy Boy is there and grabs him by the hair ... dragging him back in. Smith standing Whitey up, he holds a fist full of hair and rears back ... taking careful aim .... and levels Whitey with a right hand. The referee warns Crazy Boy about the dubious tactics, but Smith is hearing very little of it. After being gone so long, it’s time for him to come back in a big BIG way! Whitey crawling to the corner, Crazy Boy stalks the champion and just as soon as he’s up to his feet ... takes off in a mad dash. Lowering his shoulder, Crazy Boy drives it into the abdomen of Ford, doubling him over and forcing him to a kneeling position. As the champion fights to his feet, Crazy Boy is waiting right there to drag him away from the safety of the ropes. Hooking the leg, neck and arm ... Crazy Boy falls back and pulls Whitey to the mat WITH him; a BEAUTIFUL Russian Leg Sweep. You’d imagine Crazy Boy would go for the pinfall attempt ... but he’s Crazy or something. Instead of going for the pin, Crazy Boy waits for Whitey to spend his OWN energy to pull himself to his feet before booting him in the gut and taking off towards the ropes. Bouncing off, Crazy Boy hops up ... kicks a leg and and brings it down HARD on Whitey’s head. Or at least, he would have. Had Whitey stayed in the same place. Instead,Whitey manages to roll away from the scissor kick and leave Crazy Boy with a big old goose egg: NOTHING. Crazy Boy landing on the the mat, Whitey is far enough away that he can manage with fairly decent run up to Crazy Boy ... spearing him from the side and sending both he and his opponent crashing to the mat. REHAB SPEAR! Quick pinfall attempt! 1! 2! 3-no! Crazy Boy gets the shoulder up. So much more fight left still in Tyrone Smith, while Whitey has ALREADY been through a match. You’ve got to believe Whitey has the disadvantage here. Though that deadly spear might have taken some of the fight out of the challenger. As Whitey and Crazy Boy both stagger to their feet, it’s a race against time as both men take off from a kneeling position ... double clothesline! Both men are laid out again. The referee begins the count. 1 2 3 4 5 Whitey is on a knee ... Crazy Boy on his hands and knees. 6 7 Both men are up and are back in the thick of things, trading blows like Ali and Foreman. Heavy leather sounding out, the crowd is in disarray at the CRAAAAAZY happenings! Crazy Boy feeding off the the crowd, he begins to take more and more shots at Whitey ... sneaking past his defenses more often ... Whitey’s on the ropes! Crazy Boy whipping him across the ring, he catches Whitey in the mush with a jumping heel kick. Maybe that’ll shut the big mouth up, huh? Yeah. Not likely. Crazy Boy motioning to the crowd, he’s getting pumped ... HE’S GETTING CRAZY! Dragging Whitey to his feet, he throws a boot to the gut and Whitey folds like a bad hand in poker. Head hooked ... arm hooked ... Crazy Boy hoists Whitey up. Could it be the Crazy Slam?! The crowd senses it! And so does Whitey. Whitey throwing punch after punch at Crazy Boy, even WHILE upside down ... Crazy Boy can’t hold on and Whitey drops back to the mat, Crazy Boy favoring the ribs slight from earlier in the match and the Rehab Spear, Whitey takes advantage and throws a wild haymaker to the body (consequently nailing Crazy Boy in the kidneys) and dropping him to a knee. A boot to the face and Crazy Boy is back on his feet ... stumbling ... but back on his feet nonetheless. Staggering away, Whitey catches him before he gets too far and hoists him up onto his shoulders ... crucifix style ... ... are we going to see the Backtoss Piledriver? Whitey’s won many a match with this maneuver. Can he put Crazy Boy away?! Crazy Boy fighting Whitey’s grip with all he can muster, he manages to free an arm ... the sudden shift in gravity forcing Whitey to release Crazy Boy, he slips down Whitey’s back and turns to catch Whitey unawares and facing away. Lifting him up across his shoulders, he has him in Burning Hammer position ... can it ... NO! Crazy Boy is spinning, he’s SPINNING! OH DEAR GOD THE AIRPLANE SPIN! Crazy Boy sending Whitey on a one-way trip on Crazy Airlines ... DESTINATION: SAMOA! He’s got him reversed though, so instead of a Samoan drop ... he just falls back with Whitey hitting the mat face and body first. The impact shaking the ring, Crazy Boy staggers to his feet and begins to climb towards the top turnbuckle. It’s taking too long, however, and Whitey is able to dive at the top rope ... unbalancing Crazy Boy enough to crotch him on the turnbuckle. A wincing ‘Oooooooooh’ rippling through the crowd, Whitey lets out a loud ‘HA!’ before moving to capitalize. Whitey climbing the turnbuckle as well, he begins raining blows down onto Crazy Boy’s head. He’s holding him steady ... steady ... Whitey hips up with the agility of a luchador and wraps his legs around Crazy Boy’s neck, attempting a Frankensteiner. However ... the assault causing Crazy Boy to hold onto the top rope and brace himself against the attack, he’s still doing the same as Whitey attempts the hurricanrana ... and leaves Whitey the only one to hit the mat.. Back first. As Crazy Boy shakes out the cobwebs, he stands and takes aim. Target in sight, he stands ... and then HE FLIES! CRAZY SPIN! The move connects and Crazy Boy slams full-force onto Whitey Ford’s rib cage and sternum area. He has nowhere to go and is CRUSHED by the 450 splash. The referee diving over to make the count ... 1! 2! 3!! DING DING DING! The crowd goes absolutely bananas as the referee goes to the edge of the ring to retrieve the North American championship ... and hand it over to the NEW Champion ... CRAZY BOY! Winner: Crazy Boy via pinfallThe crowd celebrates and Crazy Boy does nothing but look at the belt for the LONGEST time ... before raising it proudly over his head for God and all of creation to see ... the proud holder of the North American championship. Crazy Boy rolling out of the ring, he hops the barricade and celebrates with the first three rows of fans as we go to a replay of the final moments of the match before taking a quick commercial break. |
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Post by Murdoc on Jun 27, 2013 16:31:38 GMT -5
Match Six
N.A. Championship Number One Contender's Match
Kelli Starr vs. Grimm
Referee: Eric Russo As the rapid harpsichord of "Syringe" by Emilie Autumn sounds over the PCW loudspeakers, all the arena lights go out save for delicately strobing green lights at the stage area. Increasing in tempo with the music, they light up a single female figure standing at the top of the ramp. With the heavy pulse of the bass kicking in, multicolored lights begin to flicker and strobe in a rainbow of chaos as Dollface makes her energetic way to the ring. She slips under the bottom rope into the ring as the frenetic rave-like lighting continues, dancing in the ring as she waits for Phinehas Grimm. A lone spotlight illuminates the entryway as " Winter Shaker" calls back through 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. After checking first Dollface and then Grimm for foreign objects, Eric Russo calls for the bell and the match is underway. With only a single event between their last contest, they're both quick to strike, each competitor looking to launch the first offensive flurry. Similar styles collide as they're both shifting between keeping distance and closing it like a pair of humanoid vipers. Even as Grimm connects with a stiff open handed shot, Kelli Starr fires back with an elbow that forces him away. Each time Kelli leads with a kick, Grimm guards and threatens to throw her balance, putting her back on her heels. Eric Russo reminds each competitor to keep the strikes clean, but neither is listening. Instead the slowly building crescendo in the crowd and the contrary silence of intense focus plays for their attention as they bounce on the balls of their feet, testing the waters and coming up salt. All of the sudden Grimm feints, rushing forward and raising his arms like a bogey-man. Dollface backpedals but Grimm has her scouted into the turnbuckle with no clear exit strategy. Just in case she had one in mind Grimm windmills his arms, catching Kelli Starr off guard with a bell clap around the ears. Starr hears nought but hot white noise as Grimm leads further with a wild european uppercut, jamming Kelli between a blaze of red beard and the padded steel pins. The impact bounces her out of the corner and into the waiting arms of Phinehas Grimm. He captures her head, hooks her arm, and floats her over with a fisherman's suplex which he holds for a pinfall. Kelli Starr kicks out a fraction of a second after the first slap of the mat. Thinking on the move, Grimm hoists Kelli to her feet and plants a firm headbutt on the bridge of her nose. This acts as a wake-up call for Dollface who reacts on instinct, spitfiring a quick kick into Grimm's outer thigh. He isn't phased until a mere moment later when she follows up with another swift one, this time catching hard impact on Grimm's ribs. Two flash elbows back him up stumbling and Kelli Starr whips Grimm the other way across the ring. Upon his return she takes him to the mat with a drop toe hold, calculating her momentum to ensure she's up a second before her prey. She takes advantage of this extra time, running at the ropes and rebounding, only to entreat gravity to drag Grimm downward with a neck-tie clothesline. She holds on and hauls the reluctant Grimm upward, only to drop to the mat while planting Grimm's jaw firmly against her shoulder. Satisfied with her salvo, she covers Grimm up to assess the damage. A count of just over one, though, and it's clear both Supertars have a hard road ahead. In her short time in Pure Class Wrestling Kelli Starr has come to understand the power of momentum in the wrestling ring. So she's sure to seize time as not to waste it. Upon Grimm's kickout she immediately grinds her forearm across his forehead, forcefully enough that Eric Russo reprimands her. She simply smiles, a terribly innocent smile, and repeats the act. With the second warning she accepts that he's serious, so she helps Grimm to his feet. No sooner are they standing, however, when she snaps off two snippy strikes to Grimm's throat. He covers his jugular on instinct, which gives Kelli Starr enough time to springboard off the bottom rope for some extra hangtime on a double axe-handle smash. The downward momentum causes Grimm to drop to one knee, still holding his throat. Kelli grabs Grimm gruffly, locking him up and driving him into the mat with a reverse STO. 1... ... 2... ... And Phinehas Grimm gets his shoulder up. As Grimm kicks out the crowd's level rises, invigorating the two competitors as Kelli Starr backs off to await the Abomination of Desolation now finding his feet. Once he's vertical she lunges with a clothesline, but Grimm ducks as her forward momentum leaves them back-to-back. Both spin and fire, Grimm with a right and Kelli with a left. Instantly they're trading shots, fists flying. Kelli kicks it into high gear, launching punch after punch into the face and skull of Grimm, who begins to stumble, starting to tire. Kelli Star shoots a kick at the mid-section of Grimm. Grimm catches her by the boot! For a moment Starr balances on one foot, and her hesitation allows Phinehas Grimm to capitalize. He closes the distance, stepping in and sweeping her anchor from under her. Dollface hits the mat flat on her back, her right leg still secured in the arms of the Hangtown Horror. He shoots forward, forcefully folding her in half, nearly slamming her own knee into her chin. The din of the Faithful fills Phinehas Grimm with new energy, and as Kelli Star scrambles to her feet he dashes for the ropes. Rebounding, he drops Kelli Starr with a charging shoulder block, dropping her to the canvas. Again Starr scrambles, and again the Abomination of Desolation takes a running start. Dazed, Dollface turns to face him and eats a spinning elbow. This doesn't keep Starr down, though. Again she fights to her feet, and so Grimm continues his adrenalized assault, launching off the ropes and leaping through the air, levelling his opponent with a flying lariat. Now in full-force turbo mode, Phinehas Grimm scales the turnbuckles. Perched on the top rope he times Starr's ascent to her feet, soaring through the air the moment she's facing him. Feet first, Grimm collides with a picturesque missile dropkick. Lateral press! 1... ... 2... ... And Kelli Starr kicks out! If the Faithful were loud after the previous pinfall attempt, there's few words to describe their elation as this intense match-up continues. Disgruntled that his onslaught failed to put Dollface down for the count, Grimm unloads a sequence of stomps on the midsection of Starr, and aims to top it off with a leaping knee drop. Keen awareness prevails and Starr rolls away, leaving Grimm to crash and burn from three feet up, driving his knee straight into the canvas. At the end of her roll Starr kips up, landing square on her feet and ready for anything. Grimm forward rolls through his landing to minimize the impact, and in a split second he's up to face her. Starr wades in with two right hands, to which Grimm responds by lunging forward and seizing her around the throat in a blatant. Eric Russo protests but no sooner does Dollface draw her elbows downward, their points onto Grimm's forearms, which is enough for him to release his grip. Immediately Starr lifts her right boot, driving a kick straight to Grimm's heart. The impact sends him reeling, rolling backward and head over heels. He comes to a stop in a kneel, hand over his chest and a wild grin upon his face. He springs forward like an animal as Starr wades into the deep end. The gap closes between them and they're inches away, firing off tight shots to the face from an ugly clinch. Grimm gives ground, yet only for a moment, as he pushes back double time and forces Kelli Starr's back to the ropes. She thrusts forcefully, once again connecting with a palm to Grimm's throat. He chokes on his own air, sputtering and stumbling backward. Starr calculates and catapaults, holding the top rope and using the middle one as a springboard. With her powerful legs she searches for the neck of Phinehas Grimm, aiming for a headscissors and a significant impact. She finds her mark, wrapping her legs tightly around his head and neck, still gripping the top rope. Grimm scouts this in a split second and takes two quick steps backward, hauling her off the rope and sending her head and hands toward the mat. She attempts to pull him through but he resists, standing his ground and using the time to loosen her hold. With his hands and wiry arms he splits her legs, wrapping his arms around and holding them tight at his sides. Before Starr can react the Hangtown Horror lifts her up. Starr's face meets the mat from a blistering Foddershock! Phinehas Grimm makes the pin after his trademark wheelbarrow facebuster. 1... ... 2... ... ... Once again! Kelli Starr kicks out!! As the crowd absolutely explodes at the determination of Kelli Starr, neither they nor Eric Russo nor the two in the ring realize that Gabriel Cross is slowly making his way down the ramp. Grimm is contemplating how to put Starr away, Starr is fighting to regain some ground, and all of the sudden Gabriel Cross slides into the ring under the bottom rope. With both Grimm and Starr on their feet, they realize something is amiss and both turn to face Cross, who doesn't hesitate but instead charges forward, taking down both battered competitors with a double clothesline. Immediately Eric Russo calls for the bell, which can hardly be heard over the jeering Faithful. Winner: No Contest via InterferenceThe crowd is left to watch Cross being restrained by officials as we go for an advertisement for The E! Network's latest reality show ' Who WOULDN'T you Marry For Money?'. Match Seven
Genesis Championship Match
Genesis Rules
Ace Anderson (Genesis Champion) vs. Q
Referee: Eddie Lane We're back from a quick word from our sponsors ... ... as the sound of rocket ships can be heard in the background. The low ... but steadily rising rumble of engines. WHOOSH. KSSSSSSSSH. The doors open and ... ... ALL the lights cut out. Not a speck of illumination to be seen. Something ... new. Guys ...
It’s now approaching lunar sunrise.
And uh ... for all the people back on Earth ...
The Crew of Apollo 8 have a message that we would like to send to you.
God created Heaven and the Earth.
And God said ...
AND GOD SAID ....
LET THERE BE LIGHT. The normal entranceway has been modified for his entrance ... a circular opening with rainbow colored lights framing the lone figure to step through them. Stepping out as the drums kick in, the crowd is He's smiling and bobbing his head as he walks to the ring in step with the special faster beat of ‘ Genesis’ by VNV Nation. Slapping hands. Kissing babies. Showing off signs dedicated to him, of which there are a few. God saw the Light, and it was good. He seems to be really getting over with the fans in his own Quirky way. The entrance lights pulsate in multi-colored hues. the music kicking into full swing as he finishes his walk to the ringside area.
God saw the Light, AND IT WAS GOOD.
And God said, Let there be LIGHT.
The lights return to full dazzling brilliance as Q flips over the top rope and heads to the nearest hard camera, shaking it with unbridled excitement. This is HIS moment and he WILL milk it for everything it’s worth. The crowd clamoring for this get under way, Q bounces in place in the middle of the ring as his song plays for a few moments longer ... ... before ‘ Pain Redefined’ begins blaring over the loudspeakers ... sounding out and competing with the crowd as stage lights flicker with the first echoing notes. The light drumline 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 and Genesis title proudly displayed on his broad shoulder. He takes a few seconds to survey the sound and the scene. 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 ringposts 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 ... eyes focused on Q who is himself uncharacteristically focused. The ref holding up the prize for all to see, he hands it off and gets consent from both competitors before ... DING DING DING! ... the bell rings and we’re off! Ace, not making the same mistake with Q as he did with Kelli Starr at Living a Legacy, closes the distance between the pair ... catching Q off-guard at his explosive speed. He’s in close within the blink of an eye and throwing stiff, quick body shots. He fires off a few of them before Q backs away enough to grant him the chance to strike the inside of his forearm with a knife edge chop that manages to wobble the big man. Ace thrown off balance by the sudden strike, Q reaches his other hand over and across the chin of the big man ... using his own leverage and catching Ace in what amounts to a Dragon Sleeper position. A blur and Ace is on the ground, Q dropping with him and an arm of Ace Anderson tightly locked in an armlock to the side. Both men on the ground, it’s Q in control with the armlock. Ace sizing up his ring position, he moves quickly to get to the ropes and break the hold. Q doing so at the count of 2, he nimbly hops to the far corner as Ace moves to his feet. Shaking his arm and elbow out, loosening up the muscle that was worked against itself ... Ace smiles and nods as he sloooooowly begins to circle ... Q following suit. Ace reaching in to congratulate Q on his presence, the two slap hands and go back to circling. Quick collar and elbow tie up, Ace slips behind Q with a hammerlock. Q looking quickly, he reaches for a leg but finds Ace’s position is too much to force backwards and must try another option. That option? Slipping back underneath Ace with a hammerlock of his own. Following THIS up, however, Q snakes a free hand across the front of Ace’s face ... his knuckles dug into a hollow point on the corner of Anderson’s chin where the nerves are more exposed. A downward push of the knuckle and ... Ace is on the ground! Q showing that size means nothing to him, he lets Ace hit the ground and backs away again ... a BIIIIIIG smile crossing his features. As Ace returns to a knee, he rubs his jaw and shakes his head a bit to ward off the subtle but effective pressure point. Ace finally returning to his feet, he eyes Q with a steely gaze. In return, Q eyes Ace with his OWN determined countenance. It’s Quite apparent to everyone at home ... and NOW to Ace Anderson, that Q will NOT be taken lightly in this match. Ace rushing in from a still pose, Q is ready and slips to the side ... but Ace is a step ahead and meets Q in his side-step, tackling him to the ground. Ace working the mounted position, Q is underneath 290 pounds of lean muscle. Ace working the position, he reaches down and grapevines one of Q’s legs in a kneelock. So far, a technical clinic between Ace Anderson and ... Q? God forbid. So far, it seems Ace can’t get close enough to wear Q down with strikes thanks to Q’s joint-locks and pressure holds so he’s forced to wear the man down on the mat. Q pulling at Ace’s bald, bald head ... he attempts to wiggle towards the ropes but nearly 300 pounds of dead weight isn’t going anywhere; neither is Q. With little option left, Q reaches down with both hands ... PURPLE NURPLE! Grabbing hold of the nipples on Anderson’s prodigious pectorals, Q twists with reckless abandon. Just enough for Ace to slacken the hold and allow Q to slip away from him. Ace is stunned at the unorthodox maneuver and his face shows every last ounce of it. Of COURSE he’s shocked ... just imagine the commentators decrying a nipple twist with a serious face. THAT’S shocking. Q pulling himself to stand again, he’s putting very little pressure on that left knee. What kind of damage has been done remains to be seen. Needless to say, it can only help Ace Anderson. As Ace rushes in, Q falls backwards out of the ring and ... still holding onto the top rope as he falls ... lets go at the very last second. The rope rebounding, it catches Ace Anderson across the bridge of the nose and sends him staggering back and keeping him from giving chase. As Q recovers on the outside, Ace recovers on the inside a little bit quicker and begins to tail Q. Q doesn’t seem to notice as Ace Anderson catches up and grabs him by his loose ring attire, pivoting and tossing him back into the ring. Q rolling in under the ropes, Ace quickly hops in through the strands and catches Q by the leg. A few well placed stomps to the stomach and Q looks on the verge of up-chucking. Picking Q up, he manages to land several more shots to Q’s face and body. It looks as though he’s managed to break through Q’s nigh-impenetrable striking defense! A final haymaker and ... NO! Q drops his hips and manages to slip under the punch. Kicking at Ace Anderson’s back shin as he twists underneath, his hands are in perfect position. One hand coming in over top of the wrist and twisting ... the other hand forcing its’ way up against the elbow joint. Dropping to his knees, Ace drops to a kneeling position of his own to try and avoid the excruciating pressure of the armlock. Instead, as both men hit the canvas, the outstretched and nearly hyper-extended elbow comes crashing down onto Q’s shoulder. A rare show of pain from Ace Anderson as Q lets the impact follow through before twisting and wrapping Ace’s arm with his own legs ... yet another armlock. Ace struggling to relieve the pressure, it takes several moments before Ace manages to get his feet under him. In a massive display of strength, Ace hoists Q off of the mat and drops him back first back to the mat. The impact jarring, Q ... manages to hold on?! Ace, of course, is able to do this again and finally forces Q to release the armlock. Ace moving back from the downed Q, he’s really cradling the left arm as he begins to move in again. Dragging Q to his feet, he whips him across the ring and catches him with a clothesline with the right arm. A vicious lariat and Ace goes for the pin. A long two count but Q isn’t down just yet. Pulling Q to his feet with a front facelock, he hurls him into the corner and begins laying in the body shots ... Q doing his best to cover up. Several go unchecked and Ace has the upper hand when he locks Q in a waistlock, one arm caged as he flips over. A BEAUTIFUL belly-to-belly suplex followed by a quick floatover. A two count and Q is out at the last minute. Ace seeming a schizoid ... impressed/frustrated at the same time ... he drags Q to his feet and whips him into the ropes violently. Q bouncing off of the ropes, Ace goes for a big boot ... but Q dives at Ace’s planted leg and topples the big man! Ace hitting the mat in a twisted split almost, Q follows that up by snaking an arm around Ace’s chin and pulls him back to the mat with a heavy thud of his head to the mat. A Quick pinfall attempt. A long one-count and Ace powers his way out. Q managing to derail the momentum, he struggles to pull Ace to his feet ... but he finally manages to get there. Q about to attempt something, Ace explodes and catches Q with a heavy boot to the gut. Q doubled over, Ace signals to the crowd for the finish. The timer comes on the PCWtron with 30 seconds left. Come on Ace, you’re wasting time .... he hoists Q up into powerbomb position. Q waaaaaaay up there, Ace plants both catcher mitt sized hands on Q’s chest ... a SURPRISE! Q reaching his right hand up, he grabs the outside knife edge of Ace’s right hand and violently twists in mid-air! The arm pulled from his chest, the sudden change in Ace’s center of gravity forces him to stumble forward ... ... and both men hit the mat! Unfortunately for Ace, Q holds on and drives Ace’s arm wrist first into the mat. A last ditch effort to help stem the sudden drop and momentum. Not the best landing for Ace Anderson. A sickening thud and Ace yells out in extreme pain. Q grapevines the arm and wrenches back on the wrist, twisting and creating some ungodly torQue .... the time limit counter is at 20 seconds! Ace fighting with all his might to escape, Q simply will NOT let go of the heavily weakened elbow and wrist area. Ace struggling to stretch his massive legs to the ropes ... ... he can’t make it! With 10 seconds left, Ace holds on with every fiber of his being ... ... but it’s not enough! ACE TAPS! ACE TAPS! DING DING DING DING! Winner: Q via submissionThe crowd erupts in response to the technical clinic these two men have put on. Q slowly crawling to the nearest set of ropes, the referee moves to retrieve the Genesis Championship as trainers move to the ring area with great haste to check on the injured Ace Anderson. The referee returning with the belt, he offers it to Q ... but Q ignores the belt and rushes to the fallen Ace Anderson. As he moves in close to help Ace, the two seem to be conversing ... Ace assuring everyone nearby that he will be fine. Nothing seeming to be broken, no disastrous injuries. Q turns back to the belt on the mat and looks to Ace, who is on his feet again. He’s cradling his arm but standing tall. As he moves over to the belt, Ace also calls for a microphone and accepts it once offered. Picking up the Genesis Championship, he moves back over to Q who is playing to the fans who give him an incredible ovation. ‘ Supersoulfighter’ playing in the background, Ace Anderson joins in on the applause before approaching Q and raising his hand as well with his good arm. Ace points to the new Genesis Champion in a show of respect before requesting that the tech team cut the music. Q, I don't mean to cut your celebration short. I have a proposition, however, which you might be interested in hearing. I want to say a few things first, though.Q remains in the ring, not sure what to expect but still riding the adrenaline from his hard-fought victory. First, I want to say that you're an incredible competitor, and I can't imagine a better athlete to hold the Genesis Title. I'm a little disappointed with the loss, but you defeated me and fair is fair. There aren't many like you in this business, which is fitting; there isn't a Championship like this one, either. Most importantly, I see you as a man of honor, Q. You have principles. You represent Pure Class IN and OUT of the ring. This is something sometimes LACKING in recent months.The fans react slightly at this, probably assuming (correctly) where Ace plans to go next. While I was battling in the Icemann Invitational ... and you were following your path toward this victory ... Marshall's Law re-doubled their efforts toward holding every title in Pure Class Wrestling. And while The New Breed held on to keep the titles away from The Flying Freebooters ... Whitey Ford came away with not one, but TWO of PCW's championships.The crowd boos at the mention of Whitey Ford. You all might be wondering what I planned to do with my right to challenge any PCW Champion. If there was ever a reason to be pleased with losing a title such as the Genesis Championship, it's that NOW ... Skylar Marshall won't be able to use Genesis rules against me.
That’s right.
If I were still Genesis Champion, I'd expect Skylar Marshall to make my challenge a Genesis match, title for title, so his team might escape by the time limit. Thanks to you, Q, that's out of the ... Question. So I'll cut to the chase: I'm using my shot to challenge Whitey Ford for the International Championship. If I can defeat you one-on-one, I'll be the first Pure Class Wrestler to hold EVERY title we've had to offer.At the reveal of the challenge and the prospect of PCW history, the crowd pops; Ace takes a second to soak it in before continuing. What does this have to do with you, Q? It's simple. I'd like your help. Every time I've stepped into the ring with Whitey Ford, he's been able to duck and dodge me. During the Deadly Rumble, we were hardly in the ring together. When I challenged for his International Championship along with Scythe and Darren Hughes, Whitey left me to fight the other two while he waited for a moment to strike. A clever strategy, of course. But Whitey: I want a fight like you had at Living a Legacy. I want us to go from bell to bell, with the least amount of funny business possible. So I have a request. Skylar, are you listening?Again Ace Anderson holds for effect, leaving the Faithful wondering what he could possibly propose. Skylar, you surely want your team invested in the outcome of such a match. So I say: bring 'em. But there's no need to bend the rules. Whitey, I'm challenging you to a Lumberjack match. Bring your friends, by all means. But let's show a bit of Class. You bring your lumberjacks, and I'll bring mine. He turns to Q. Q, I'm offering you the first spot on my side of the ring. I want warriors who represent Pure Class and I can think of few better. What do you say?Ace Anderson holds out the microphone to Q, who takes it hesitantly. Staring out at the crowd, the fans cheering and egging him on in hopes of accepting this monumentous proposal ... Q smiles and beckons the crowd to get louder and louder before settling them down with a gesture ... raising the microphone to his lips. A deep breath ... Ace ... that’s a generous proposal. I-I’m flattered. You know, I’ve always gone by the phrase ‘Go with the Flow. So that’s why ... for right NOW, at least ... I can only say one thing to you.
... I’ll go where the winds take me.He bows graciously and sets the microphone down on the canvas as he falls backwards out of the ring, taking hold of his newly won Genesis Championship and leaving not only Ace but the rest of the PCW Faithful scratching their heads as to what was meant by that answer as we go to an advertisement for replays of Living a Legacy V on ‘ PPV on Demand.’ and a commercial break to follow. |
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Post by Murdoc on Jun 27, 2013 16:34:21 GMT -5
Match Eight Singles Match Rick Majors vs. Justin Kaard Referee: Nolan Burke We’re back from commercial when the lights go out. Suddenly, the sound of guitars pierce through the silence. A spotlight shines on the entrance. The crowd starts to murmur. As the guitars get louder, Rick Majors appears in the entrance way, the spotlight directly on him and no one else. Majors pauses in the entrance way for a moment. Majors looks down briefly. He then shakes his head, breathes deeply and stares out at the crowd. ["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"]Majors stands at the top of the ramp, looking out around the arena. ["'Demons
Come on
You've got a vision
You're on a mission
Demons
Live on
And when I die, hang me high"]Majors then slowly walks down to the ring, as the spotlight follows him. Majors circles around the ring, his gaze alternating between the arena floor and the crowd. ["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"]
["Demons
Live on
And when I die, hang me high
And you will answer to no one else but me"]The lights in the arena then come back on as Majors continues to circle around outside the ring. After a few moments, Majors takes a microphone from the time keeper’s table. He then takes a seat outside the ring on the steel steps. Looking down at the arena floor, Rick Majors starts to speak. When I came to PCW, I thought that things were going to be different. I thought that, after years of being lost, I was finally going to find a place where I fit in. It didn’t happen. Here I was an outsider. I was an old man clinging to a life that had passed him by. I was a nobody. And that made me angry. Very angry. And I turned that anger against this business. I hated everything that this business had become and I set out to destroy it.Majors looks up at the crowd now. And I failed.Majors once again looks down at the arena floor as he continues to speak. But I wanted to fit in. I wanted to make this business, this industry and this company a place where I would be accepted. I wanted to change this industry to suit my own selfish needs. And, for that, I realized that I needed help. So I turned to you.Rick Majors now looks up at the crowd and gestures towards them. I made it seem as though my intentions were noble but, in reality, I was turning to you for help because I NEEDED your help. I needed your help to change this industry into what I believed it should be. It was selfish. I wanted to change it in a way that would suit my own needs. I lied to you when I said that I was doing this for the greater good. I wasn’t. I was desperate and I made those statements out of desperation. For that, I am sorry.The crowd doesn’t seem to know how to react to these comments. When Dillon Durst came to PCW, it brought a lot of terrible memories back for me. I would give anything to be able to move on from that period of my life. I want to move on. I may have lied to you about the reasons for my recent actions, but the sentiment behind them was true. This industry DOES need a revolution. But it doesn’t need one in order to make me feel better. It doesn’t need one so that I can finally be accepted. It needs one so that ANYONE can feel accepted. The ‘powers that be’ have held this industry captive for far too long. Their time is done. That is one hundred percent truth. I meant it when I first said it and I mean it now.Majors appears nervous as he looks back down at the floor. I spoke from the heart when I said that the old guard and the old powers needed to fall. I spoke from my soul when I said that the people deserve to have their voices heard. I meant everything I said when I told you that eventually all rulers fall by the hand of the people.Some members of the crowd have started to cheer now. I am sorry for disguising my true intentions earlier. I am sorry for using deceit in order to make myself feel better and to create a situation where I could thrive. I know that, because I have lied to you before, it will be harder for you to trust me now. I fully understand that you may not want to trust me again. I accept that. As I said, you hold all the power.Majors looks up at the lights in the arena ceiling now. I am going to try my hardest to earn your respect and your trust back. I am going to fight as hard as I can to make this business better for everyone and anyone, including but certainly not limited to myself.Rick Majors rises to his feet. Tonight I face Justin Kaard inside this ring. I have to believe that I am strong enough to face one of this company’s best on my own and I have enough faith to believe that I can defeat him. If you believe in me, I appreciate your support. If you do not, I look forward to trying to win you back. Either way, I look forward to your revolution.Majors drops the mic to the floor and waits for Justin Kaard. Immediately "The System" by The Black Pacific hits, the crowd booing as Justin Kaard enters the ring to the music of Marshall's Law. Except it isn't Justin Kaard who appears; instead Skylar Marshall emerges from behind the curtain, a microphone in hand. He calls for those in control to cut his music. Just a minute, Rick. I know you're expecting Justin Kaard, but there's a bit of a problem. After his grueling ladder match against Michael Wryght at Living a Legacy, the medical staff have determined, following a full examination, that Justin Kaard is not cleared to compete tonight.At this the crowd begin to boo, as they expected to witness a great match-up between Kaard and Majors, and to see Majors stick it to one of those 'powers that be'. Furthermore, I'd like to add that his opponent at Living a Legacy, Mr. Showtime, will also be given the night off. As a safety precaution, you understand. Which means you all, along with Justin Michaels, will have to wait to see those two compete.At this second announcement the crowd boos even louder, wondering what will happen to their final two contests of the evening. Hold on, hold on... don't go anywhere, Rick. I have a solution, as always. Although Justin Kaard isn't fit to compete I won't leave you high and dry. There's a man in the building just itching for somebody to hurt. Here's your opponent for this evening. Have fun!Quickly Skylar Marshall disappears behind the curtain and out of sight, which may be wise as the sounds of Rob Zombie's " Scum of the Earth" fill the arena. Match Eight Singles Match Rick Majors vs. Non Compos Mentis Referee: Nolan Burke
“SCUM OF…THE EARTH… COME ON!”The heavy beat of drum and harsh guitar kick in immediately after hearing the voice of Rob Zombie blasting over the PA system. Instinctively the crowd boo as the images of the notorious ‘Born Psycho’ flash across the Tron. The PCW Faithful waits with no lack of vocal attacks for the man himself to arrive but he holds back until Mr Zombie’s voice erupts once more. “YEAH! RUN AND KILL, DESTROY THE WILL, A HERO THAT DOESN’T EXIST! YEAH! SMOKING GUN, WELL I AM THE ONE, A BULLET HOLE IN YOUR FIST! YEAH!”Non Compos Mentis walks out onto the stage and the chorus of jeers grows to an even higher level. The man himself merely grins a sadistic smile and holds his arms out in a cross, welcoming the hateful shouts all around him. Revelling in the chaos he begins to make his way down to the ring, striding down the ramp with confidence and purpose as the refrain hits. “I’M BREATHING! I’M BLEEDING! I’M SCREAMING! SCUM OF… THE EARTH… COME ON!”He reaches the ring and hops onto the apron as the second refrain smashes through the sound system, raising his arm into the air to infuriate the fans further, still grinning. “I’M BREATHING! I’M BLEEDING! I’M SCREAMING! SCUM OF… THE EARTH… COME ON!”The powerful, frenzied beat goes on as NCM climbs into the ring and sends an evil look toward Rick Majors before removing his tattered denim jacket and handing it over to Nolan Burke. Non Compos Mentis retreats to his corner, ready for the match to come. While Nolan Burke checks the boots and pockets of Non Compos Mentis for undesirables, Rick Majors stands in his corner looking at a whole other set of, well, undesirables. At various points, dotted through the crowd at ringside, leaning heavily on the barricade and looking mean, are members of Non Compos Mentis's Hobo Horde. Majors takes note of them, almost cataloguing their location just in case. Surprisingly, however, he doesn't seem all that intimidated. Rather his look is one of determination as Nolan Burke pats him down, deems him foreign-object free, and calls for the bell. Both men file in toward the center of the ring, Non Compos Mentis looking to rush but Majors keeping distance between them at first. He circles left as Mentis narrowly misses a grapple, and then back to the right, dodging a leading right hook. Using Non Compos Mentis's wild momentum against him, Majors sneaks a roundhouse kick high on his ribs before dropping a level lower, sending a hard right roundhouse into his kidney. Relentless, Rick Majors continues his assault by driving a spinning heel kick into the Born Psycho's stomach, doubling him down. Seizing the right arm of Non Compos Mentis, Majors twists and wrenches it, setting him up for a heel kick to the chin. Majors covers but Non Compos Mentis powers out, tossing Majors off the top after a count of one. Ignoring the pain from Major's stiff kicks Mentis forces himself to his feet as Majors recovers, now standing as well. Majors attempts to lead with more kicks but Mentis scouts him out, capturing another mid-level roundhouse and closing hard, driving a knee into Majors' gut. He tosses a few stiff elbows into Majors' mug before irish-whipping him hard into the corner. Hot on his heels, Mentis connects with a running knee strike into the sternum as Majors impacts on the turnbuckles. Ducking down, Mentis follows up with two hard shoulders, again into the sternum, before hauling Majors to his feet out of the corner. Shifting to the side Mentis hooks the head, driving the base of Majors' skull into the turnbuckle with a Russian Leg Sweep! He pulls him out of the corner and covers. 1... ... And Majors kicks out! The Born Psycho gives no quarter and he hauls Majors to his feet, turning him toward the center of the ring. He hoists him up and plants him square with a scoop slam, and immediately Mentis is unloading with a flurry of elbow drops. No sooner does he drive the point of his elbow into Major's skull than he's spiralling to his feet, only to drop another elbow and another. After three elbows Mentis mounts, spitting hard, closed-fisted shots into Majors' skull. Nolan Burke immediately intervenes, trying to keep some level of control, and eventually at the threat of disqualification Non Compos Mentis ceases his assault. Pressing further and looking to inflict pain, Mentis flips Majors over onto his back and latches on with a camel clutch. Sitting deep on Majors' back he torques the hold, Rick Majors gripping the mat with his fingertips, the pain seething through his lips. He cries out in determination as much as in pain as he reaches ahead of himself, realizing the ropes are less than five feet away. It's a long way to go, however, and Non Compos Mentis makes it harder by standing momentarily only to drop his full weight onto the back of Rick Majors. The crowd first boos and then begins to cheer Majors on as he fights the pain and reaches forward, desperate to drag both men across the ring from his position of disadvantage. Somehow, amazingly, they begin to move. With all of his might Majors pulls them both in a straight hard effort toward the ropes. Mentis is doing all he can to resist it, but he can't keep the hold and haul Majors back without losing balance. The Faithful continue to fuel Majors' fire, and he's inching ever closer to the rope break. He lunges... and misses! The crowd lets out an exasperated 'ohhhh' as Rick's fingertips miss the bottom rope by centimeters, but they come back with a final surge that helps him to finally grab hold. With a firm grip on the bottom rope Nolan Burke counts Mentis down, who gladly waits for four and fifty-fifty-firsts before releasing the hold. Burke warns him he was 'this close' to being disqualified, but Mentis simply shakes him off and looks to deal more damage. Luckily the momentary confrontation with Nolan Burke allowed for Rick Majors to catch his breath, and he's already formulated as Non Compos Mentis gruffly 'helps' him to his feet. Mentis gets Majors vertical, and Majors launches a salvo of knife-edged chops to back Mentis off. Three chops and Mentis fires back with a right hand that rocks Rick Majors, and yet he fires back with another chop or four. Rapid-fire and riding the crowd, Majors manages to work Mentis away from the ropes and toward the center of the ring. Mentis, of course, fires back with stiff strikes, some connecting, some missing by the narrowest margin. A lunge by Mentis for a lariat, and Majors ducks, stepping forward and circling behind the Born Psycho. He reaches forward and swiftly hooks the head, dropping both men to the mat. Reverse DDT! Pinfall attempt by Rick Majors! 1... ... 2... And Mentis kicks out before two and a half. With the momentum leaking back over to his side of the fence, Rick Majors plants a knee firmly into the base of the Born Psycho's shoulder. He seizes Mentis's arm and pulls, attemping to dislocate the joint. Mentis reaches to rake Rick's eyes but Majors is leaning back and just out of reach, using a well-timed move to regain his composure and fully swing the pendulum back in his direction. Now that Rick Majors can breathe again he looks to advance his position, keeping his grip on the arm and bringing both men back to a vertical base. Again Majors wrenches the arm, planting a two-kick combination to the chest and then chin of Non Compos Mentis. Mentis stumbles on the impact but Majors keeps him on his feet, hauling him forward by the wrenched arm and spinning under and around to his opponent's back. Fingers locked in a grip around the waist... German Suplex from Majors! He forms a beautiful bridge and Mentis's shoulders are down. 1... ... 2... ... Non Compos Mentis jerks violently and his shoulder leaves the mat just before the count of three. Somehow Majors manages to maintain his hold, rolling around and fighting again Mentis's resistance until the two are back on their feet, Rick Majors still securing the waistlock. Mentis digs in like a ballplayer in the batter's box, working his heel hard into the canvas. He reaches down and wrests Majors hands free, managing to spin around and lock tight a waistlock of his own. Mentis attempts to respond with a suplex of his own, but Majors manages to block it by sliding his leg back and hooking. He breaks Mentis's waistlock, transitioning behind into a hammerlock but he can't hold on as Mentis fires an elbow over his shoulder, landing sharp on Majors' temple. This sends Majors into a defensive stance, but as Mentis whirls around and advances with stiff punches and elbows, Majors finds himself with his back to the ropes. A vicious lunging knee doubles him over, and Non Compos Mentis hooks him for a snap suplex which he flows over with surprising skill. Continuing to break out of his brawler's mode, Non Compos Mentis maintains his grasp, rolling Majors through after the snap suplex and directing both men to their feet. Once vertical, Non Compos Mentis hoists Rick Majors to a complete vertical suplex, letting the blood rush downward toward his brain. And...... Brainbuster! Majors skull collides with canvas as Non Compos Mentis hooks his leg. 1... ... 2... ... Kickout by Rick Majors! Frustrated but not frazzled, Non Compos Mentis looks to continue as he hauls Rick Majors to his feet and irish-whips him across the ring. He lines up a Yakuza Kick but Majors has it scouted, surprising the Faithful with a dodging forward roll as he ends up behind Mentis and popping to his feet, continuing his line toward the ropes. Mentis feels the ring shake and knows Majors is on the way back, but as he turns to counter Majors hops forward, lifting his knee and connecting under the Born Psycho's chin. Mentis is rocked, and stumbles backwards, the ropes all that keep him on his feet. They receive him and send him back in turn, right at the waiting Rick Majors who leads in with a karate chop to the collar before sticking a straight savate into Mentis' midsection. As Non Compos Mentis doubles over Rick Majors files in and hooks him up for a Brainbuster of his own! Majors now with the pinfall attempt. 1... ... 2... ... ... Non Compos Mentis gets the shoulder up! Fighting back, Non Compos Mentis struggles to regain his feet. Majors guides him to it, then seizes the arm for another arm wrench, potentially looking to line up a finishing kick. Fed up with all the arm wrenching and desperate for a difference-maker, Non Compos Mentis ignores the pain and instead shifts his weight, sending Majors across the ring with an irish-whip. Majors hits the ropes and Non Compos Mentis lines him up perfectly! Dum Dum Drop! Catching Majors around his upper body he spins him through the air, ready to slam him hard into the mat. But wait! Majors directs his momentum, hooking the arm of Non Compos Mentis between his legs. He guides gravity, and, crucifix pin! 1... ... 2... ... ... Furiously, Non Compos Mentis kicks out! Both men back to their feet, Mentis gains a bit of distance, and Majors gives the ground as he wants to catch his breath. At ringside, two of the Hobo Horde leap the barricade. Majors immediately assumes his fighter's stance. Until Non Compos Mentis calls them off. Confused, they leap back over crowdside, and then they're running as PCA Security converges on them from both sides. Back in the ring, Majors and Mentis share a momentary nod as they look to prove to their pride who will emerge victorious. Nod long gone they collide in the center of the ring, trading stiff shots and going for broke. To the crowd's chagrin, it's looking as though Non Compos Mentis is taking advantage as he works Rick Majors back toward the corner, his heavy hands too much for the precision striker. The wild strikes of Non Compos Mentis too much, Majors finds himself tucked up on the turnbuckles as the Born Psycho unloads with body shots and haymakers. Until a haymaker misses, and Majors rips a rope a dope! He ducks under the errant punch and takes the driver's seat, laying into Mentis with what seems every strike in his arsenal. Knife-edged chop, collar-chop, back elbow, european uppercut, two right hands and then Majors unloads with the Fury Unleashed! Roundhouse kick after roundhouse kick after roundhouse kick, each one somehow more brutal than the last, and despite his best efforts Non Compos Mentis is a heap in the corner. Roaring to the crowd, Majors hauls Non Compos Mentis up, an incoherent corpse which he guides to the center of the ring. The crowd roars back, and Rick Majors locks the double-underhook, sending them screaming further as they await the Major Impact. Last ditch effort; Mentis spins! Fighting off the double-underhook, he whirls them both around and in a bit of sleight of hand he has Rick Majors in a double-underhook of his own! The crowd boos heavily but can do nothing to stop... FRACTURED MIND! Non Compos Mentis pins! 1... ... 2... ... ... 3! Winner: Non Compos Mentis via Pinfall
**** We go backstage from ringside where Michael Wryght is walking with a purpose towards the ring, focused completely on taking out the thorn in his and Skylar Marshall’s side: Justin Michaels. The crowd lets out some healthy boos ... that only grow in volume and disdain as Skylar Marshall walks into view. He’s blocking Showtime’s path to the ring ... and with his own deceptive size, he’s not an easy man to pass by. Skylar, I understand where you’re coming from. Let me ASSURE you that -I- ... the DESERVING and FIGHTING champion that I am ... don’t CARE if your quacks have said The Adrenaline Queen couldn’t go out there and handle his job tonight. I’M the champion! I defend MY title! That’s what I do. So while I appreciate your concern for my well-being ... I AM going out there. I AM going to walk up and down Stormm’s spine. And I AM going to show everyone who the REAL World Champion is.I have to step in here, Michael. You and Justin Kaard went through HELL at the pay-per-view. You both have already been deemed unfit to compete. I guarantee you dished out the most punishment to Justin, but I will not allow this to happen. Showtime, understand. It’s in your BEST interest ... and the BEST thing for business. You, obviously ... being the business man that you are ... can understand that.Showtime stares a hole through Marshall for the longest time before speaking, his words and voice meticulous ... calculated. Showtime is fuming at this point. Not over the top exploding ... but silently seething. Well, Skylar ... while I appreciate your concern ... I’m going to respectfully go against your wishes and compete tonight. Like it or not, sunny skies are on the horizon because the Stormm is about to pass. And the beautiful new day of Michael Wryght’s UN-BLEMISHED World Title reign will dry up those little puddles that I leave of him behind in the ring.
My match is next. We’ll talk when I get back.With that, Showtime continues on the way to ring, pushing past Skylar. Skylar, almost in awe at Showtime’s refusal to play ball, calls after him with building frustration. SHOWTIME! You’re NOT going to compete! The match is NOT SANCTIONED BY PURE CLASS WRESTLING! The match has been canceled! Forget it! I will NOT jeopardize everything I’ve ... WE’VE ... worked for so you can settle your grudges a week or two early! Do you hear me?! Stormm is NO THREAT TO US! You’re not doing this. The match is NOT! SANCTIONED!We leave the feed at Skylar looking exasperated, taking our last commercial break of the evening. |
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Post by Murdoc on Jun 27, 2013 16:41:39 GMT -5
Main Event
Singles Match
Michael Wryght vs. Justin Michaels
Referee: Eddie Lane “ Gold on the Ceiling” by The Black Keys begins to blare over the arena’s speakers as the lights dim. A spotlight shines at the entrance where the crowd is treated to the sight of “Mr. Showtime”, standing cocky and confident as ever. Suddenly all that can be seen is an orange streak coming up behind Showtime and suddenly the spotlight is shining on an empty entrance way. The crowd is left wondering for a moment before the lights are restored in the arena and the attacker is revealed as Stormm! Opting not to wait until the match hits the ring, he is on the attack quickly, grabbing Showtime’s head and smashing it not once, not twice, but three times into the barrier separating the fans from the wrestlers. The fans nearest to the action are all trying to get their “ I touched a wrestler moment,” as Stormm sets up for a German suplex. Showtime however throws a vicious elbow into the side of Stormm’s head causing him to stumble backwards. Showtime spins around and delivers an uppercut, knocking Stormm to the ramp below. Mr. Showtime needs a few moments to recover from the surprise onslaught and this gives Stormm time to actually make it into the ring, with Showtime hot on his heels. Stormm is quick to bounce off the far ropes, and sends his opponent to the mat with a clothesline. Showtime is up again but Stormm fights him back towards the ropes with a series of elbows. Then Mr. Showtime is sent back the way he came, over the ropes with a perfectly executed dropkick. Stormm wastes no time in exiting the ring, sliding under the ropes. Instead of going for his downed opponent, he opts to take a look under the ring. The referee can only watch as he exits the ring, having to be ready for a pin count at a moment’s notice. Stormm pulls out the first thing he can find, which happens to be the lid to a trashcan. He has it up near his face as he turns to face Showtime, who has by now risen and is waiting. Showtime returns a previous favor, dropkicking the lid into Stormm’s head. Justin Michaels is on the ground, clutching his head as the dented lid rolls away loudly. Seeing Stormm down, he makes as if he is going for a pin, but then stops halfway down to his knees. He rises again and with a wicked gleam in his eye he roots under the ring himself, pulling out a blue steel chair. He stalks Stormm like a predator stalks prey and as Stormm rises, he swings for the fences! Stormm ducks at the last minute and Showtime tries to turn to face him but Michaels is quicker, hitting Mr. Showtime in the back with a knee. Wryght loosens his grip on the chair and Stormm quickly manages to wrestle it out of his arms. Showtime turns quickly and attempts a short range clothesline but Stormm steps out of the way. Without even waiting for his opponent to turn, Stormm delivers a jab to the back of Mr. Showtime with the steel chair driving him down to the floor. Stormm then sets up the chair and to the surprise of everyone sits down on it! He is talking down at the fallen champion, but it is hard to make out what he says. He then kicks the chair away behind him and lifts the fallen Showtime. He promptly Irish whips him into the ring stairs, back first. Wryght falls over clutching at his back in pain, but Stormm is not done with him yet. He picks him up once more and slaps Mr. Showtime across the face. Then he grabs Showtime by the head, but the slap has awoken some sense in Showtime who promptly stomps down on the foot of Stormm. Stormm hops up in pain releasing the hold on his opponent’s head. Showtime takes the opportunity to Irish whip Stormm into the outside of the ring post! Stormm goes face first and as he bounces backwards, Showtime takes him the rest of the way down with a one arm DDT! Showtime quickly drops and hooks the leg of Stormm and Tyrone Little drops down to make the count. One...two...three! NO! The referee signals that somehow at the last possible second Stormm has gotten a shoulder up. Both men lay hurting on the ground, but neither was ready to give up. It was only seconds before both men pulled themselves up to a vertical base. They began to trade shots. It is an even affair until Stormm manages to block a punch, and slips behind Showtime. He wraps his arms around his waist but Showtime struggles in an attempt to break free. One of the PCW security who has been at ringside clears the fans in the area as a safety precaution and none too soon as Stormm clubs Showtime in the back of the head and proceeds to German suplex Mr. Showtime over the barrier! Showtime lands in a heap and lays there motionless. Stormm looks at the fallen champion and it seems a wild idea has taken hold. Stormm slowly makes his way to the ring and slides in before climbing the turnbuckle. He waits as Mr.Showtime slowly rises and then leaps off the turnbuckle! Suddenly Showtime sidesteps it easily and Stormm crashes and burns! Showtime was playing possum! Showtime staggers back over the barrier and is headed back up the ramp towards the back to the confusion of the crowd. Slowly Stormm rises and catches a glimpse of Showtime just as he retreats into the back and he climbs over the barrier to give pursuit. Eventually they are both backstage, camera’s following them. The fans eyes are glued to the giant screen, wondering what is going on. With both men backstage, any of the staff who are in the way quickly get out of the way as the fight rages on. Stormm is catching up to Mr. Showtime who suddenly turns to fight again. He lashes out with a kick, connecting with Stormm’s gut before grabbing him by the head and smashing it into the wall! He pulls back and goes to slam Stormm’s head again but Stormm lashes out with an elbow, breaking the hold. Suddenly setting up for a suplex, Stormm and Showtime struggle, before Stormm sends Mr. Showtime right through a white drinking fountain with a Force of Nature! The fountain comes right off the wall and water is pouring out at a slow rate, as both men lay on the floor battered. Stormm goes for the pin and Eddie Lane who has followed the men goes down to make the count. One…two…three! NO! Somehow Showtime has found a way to kick out! The crowd is going wild on the outside at the tenacity of the two superstars! Stormm rises to his feet first and pulls Showtime to his feet. He attempts to set up for another finisher, but Showtime manages to bring a knee up, buying him some time and distance. He stumbles away, and then as if looking for something he slips into the nearby washroom. Stormm waits for him to come out, ready to pounce. Showtime staggers out of the bathroom, one hand behind his back and as Stormm charges him, Showtime reveals his plan. He takes his hand from behind his back and in it is a lead pipe! Stormm cannot slow his momentum and charges right into a pipe shot to the head by Showtime! Stormm is about to drop to the ground, but Showtime keeps him steady. He slips around behind his opponent, who is only standing because of Showtime’s support, and hooks his head and arm. He turns to his left, Stormm’s head and right arm on his shoulder before violently dropping! The Sweetness! Stormm falls motionless to the ground. Showtime rises to a vertical base, looking to put the match away once and for all when suddenly a figure appears from behind, unbeknownst to Showtime. Suddenly the figure is distinguishable to the crowd watching the match unfold on the screen. It is Justin Kaard! He has a chair in his hands, and as Showtime hears someone approaching he turns only to take a chair shot to the face! Showtime drops like a sack of potatoes, crumpling to the floor below! With both men down, the crowd has no idea what is going to happen and suddenly Kaard begins to drag Showtime back towards the entrance. It is not a far distance, as they had not made it far backstage, but Showtime is motionless the whole time. Kaard manages to heft the fallen Showtime and roll him into the ring, He then returns for Stormm, and proceeds to drag him towards the ring too! The fans have no idea what is going on and they let their confusion be known. Kaard manages to get Stormm to the outside of the ring after dragging him down the ramp. Stormm is still completely out of it, and Showtime is beginning to stir. Leaving Stormm in an undignified heap on the outside, he slides into the ring, where Showtime has risen, barely holding himself upright with the ropes. Kaard stalks Mr. Showtime, waiting for him to turn around. As Showtime does, Kaard springs off the ropes and delivers a devastating kick to the side of his head! Gambler’s Luck! Showtime goes down again and this time appears to be down for good. Kaard is quickly outside the ring again, heaving the still barely conscious Stormm into the ring. With Mr. Showtime laying on his back, and Stormm on his stomach, Kaard grabs the arm of Stormm and places it across the chest of Mr. Showtime and yells for the referee to make the count. Having no other option, Eddie Lane drops to make the count as Kaard stands over the two men, clearly wanting his presence known. One… Two… Three! Winner: Stormm via pinfallAs Eddie Lane raises Justin Michaels arm off of Showtime’s prone body in the middle of the ring, signaling him as the winner. The crowd is in shock at Kaard’s sudden appearance in the Main Event of the evening, but the cheers can be heard for Stormm’s victory over Michael Wryght. As Stormm begins to stir and force himself away from the carnage, jeers replacing cheers as the sound of Skylar Marshall tries to get a word in edge-wise over the boisterous crowd. Stop ... I’ve had it! ENOUGH! As he stands firmly at the top of the ramp, his bellowing voice is enough to settle the crowd down long enough to listen. Justin ... just what do you think you are doing?! You are NOT cleared to wrestle tonight and shouldn’t be anywhere near MY RING! And Showtime ... SHOWTIME! Are you listening to me? I’m making sure to speak loudly so you can hear me from on THE MAT. I TOLD you not to do this, but you wouldn’t listen! Not ONLY did you buck authority and come out here to compete ... but you LOST. TO STORMM!Showtime is just now pulling himself to his feet, Stormm rolling outside the ring to a neutral spot to avoid being attacked from behind by EITHER Justin Kaard or Michael Wryght. Now he’s going to say HE has a right to challenge you for the World Title! Do you have any idea the HEADACHE you have just given me? I was just about to have the whole situation squared away, that’s part of the reason why I told you to stay in the back. All you had to do was STAY AWAY from him. But now ... now THIS. Well you know what? This isn’t going to cut it. THIS ISN’T ORDER!Stormm plays to the crowd a bit at the thought of having his own claim for a shot at the World Championship ... and the crowd seems to approve. Since you couldn’t listen to me, since your PRIDE got in the way and ruined everything ... here’s what’s going to happen: Showtime ... you and your CO-CHAMPION Justin Kaard ... are not to lay ONE HAND on each other until the next pay-per-view. And if either of you decide to be cute and do it anyway? Your claim to the World Championship will be stripped! Now gentlemen, I STRONGLY suggest you be on your BEST BEHAVIOR. Wouldn’t want to let the OTHER guy win ... would you?With that, Skylar Marshall exits the entrance area ... leaving the at-home audience the image of Kaard and Showtime staring each other down ... Stormm between them in the background ... -CLICK!- Anson def. Sterling Werner via pinfall
Wasp def. High Tide, Sebastian St. Paul and Johnathan Cable via pinfall
Tyler Scott def. Andy D via pinfall
NCM defeats Gabriel Cross via count-out
Whitey Ford def. Dillon Durst via pinfall
Tyrone Smith def. Whitey Ford via pinfall for the North American Championship
Kelli Starr v. Grimm ends in a no-contest via
Q def. Ace Anderson via submission for the Genesis Championship
NCM defeats Rick Majors via pinfall
Justin Michaels def. Michael Wryght via pinfall
**Result Added Post-Show: Rick Majors def. Justin Kaard via forefeit
Sorry for the delay folks. Hope the results are worth it. Starting on some story building, lemme know if you like what you see! The card will be up soon, as well as feedback thread, etc etc. A big shout out to Dustin, Mel, Rick, Drew, Kris, Justin and everyone who sent segs and roleplayed. Thank you for your help and understanding ... what's going to happen next?! FIND OUT ... CAPSLOCK! |
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