Match Five
"Rage in the Cage!'
Steel Cage Match
Tyler Scott vs. Non Compos Mentis
Referee: Tyrone Little
As referee Tyrone Little joins Mark Long in the ring, the camera pans to the ceiling of Pure Class Arena and the steel cage suspended from the rafters. Little and Long share a word or two before Mark Long introduces the match-up.
Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is a Steel Cage Match! A winner may only be declared by pinfall, submission, or escaping the structure. Introducing first...
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"Galvanise" by
Chemical Brothers begins to play. The fans in Pure Class Arena leap to their feet and the cage descends from above.
Mark Long: From London, England, standing six foot one and weighing two hundred and thirty pounds, he is 'The British Lion,' Tyylerrrr Scottt!
At the sound of his name Tyler Scott flings the curtain aside and erupts onto the stage to the cheers of the PCW Faithful. He peels off his red and black biker jacket, dropping it off to the side as he makes his way down the ramp slapping outstretched hands.
Jerry Andrews: A warm reaction for Tyler Scott tonight, Al.Al Laiman: Of course. He's made it his personal mission to stop this Non Compos Mess. If we're lucky, it all ends tonight.
Jerry Andrews: I can't see it being that easy.
Al Laiman: Is it ever?Tyler Scott continues down the ramp, determined and focused, sliding into the ring as the steel cage reaches the canvas. He pounds on his head to psyche himself up, turning to the stage and staring through the cage, cursing Non Compos Mentis before he's even in sight. He tests the ropes, getting a feel for the distance between them and the steel, before starting to stretch.
“SCUM OF…THE EARTH… COME ON!”Mark Long: And his opponent...The heavy beat of drum and harsh guitar kick in immediately after the voice of Rob Zombie blasts over the PA system, almost drowning out Mark Long's introduction. The Faithful boo vehemently with forked tongues as the images of the notorious ‘Born Psycho’ flash across the PCW-Tron. They wait with no lack of vocal attacks for the man himself to arrive but he holds back until the 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!”Mark Long: From the Streets of Buffalo, New York... weighing in at two hundred and fifty-five pounds, he is 'The Born Psycho' ... Non! Compos! Menntissss!!Non Compos Mentis appears on the stage and the hatred in the air only intensifies. He grins his sadistic grin, staring a hole through the cage and into the eyes of Tyler Scott who can hardly wait, but wait he does. The Born Psycho holds his arms out in his signature cross, basking in the boos and revelling in the chaos he has caused since walking out on the World Championship.
Al Laiman: You can feel the hatred like it's slick on your skin, Jerry. And you know the worst part? Non Compos Mentis has orchestrated it. He's planned every moment, every attack, and earned back the title of Born Psycho.
Jerry Andrews: They call him the Hobo King, and Tyler Scott chose this stipulation for exactly that reason. He's hoping the former World Champion won't be able to play pied piper tonight.
Al Laiman: The cage is designed to keep them out, Jerry. You're right about that. But it can quickly become a prison. It can work just as well at keeping a man in.“I’M BREATHING! I’M BLEEDING! I’M SCREAMING! SCUM OF… THE EARTH… COME ON!”As the refrain hits he's striding to the ring, eyes never leaving Tyler Scott, yet he still manages to taunt and enrage the fans around him by raising his arms as he reaches the stairs at ringside. The second refrain explodes as he steps through the door, grinning his sadistic grin.
“I’M BREATHING! I’M BLEEDING! I’M SCREAMING! SCUM OF… THE EARTH… COME ON!”
The frenzied beat fades as the ringside official closes and locks the cage door behind him, trapping the two men and Tyrone Little inside. Non Compos Mentis walks to his corner and drops down to a seated position, mocking Tyler Scott who still stares with determined intent.
Al Laiman: Though this is Tyler Scott's match that he himself earned in the Hobo Gauntlet, Non Compos Mentis doesn't look one bit troubled.Jerry Andrews: He's certifiably insane, Al. 'Troubled' is practically his raison d'etre.
Al Laiman: I didn't know you spoke French, Jerry.With both men inside the cage and the crowd hot on their feet, Tyrone Little calls for the bell.
DING DING DING!
At the sound of the bell Non Compos Mentis pulls himself to his feet using the ropes. He takes a second to shake the cage, spit at the crowd, then turns and yells at Tyler Scott. Scott gestures for him to 'come on!' and then takes off at a dead sprint. A step behind, Mentis does the same, and he's taken down as Scott leaps and floors him with a Thesz Press!
Tyler Scott's raining closed-fisted shots on the head of Non Compos Mentis as he tries to cover up, but Scott's intensity is making it damn near impossible to block the brunt of the blows. With no disqualifications, Tyrone Little simply watches, quite possibly enjoying what he's seeing.
Al Laiman: When this is all said and done, Tyrone Little will have the best seat in the house for this beatdown.
Jerry Andrews: There will be a lot of beating to go around, Al.Growing frustrated with Scott's onslaught, Non Compos Mentis uses his power to toss Scott off, and the British Lion rolls off to one side. Scrambling on the mat, Mentis follows him and drops a lunging double-axe handle on his back, knocking Scott to a prone position. The Born Psycho hops to his feet and drops a knee on the back of Scott's skull. Scott scrambles away now, turning on his knees and lunging forward, taking Non Compos Mentis down once more.
Again Scott is mounted atop the Hobo King, and again he's punching him over and over. Mentis bucks and rolls, managing to shift position until he's on top of Scott who holds in a full guard. He seizes Mentis's wrists to keep him from striking him, but Mentis resists and drops a hard hammer fist square on Scott's nose. The shock releases Scott's guard and Mentis retreats, laughing and checking his own nose for signs of blood.
Scott starts to stand and Mentis advances at a run, colliding with a running knee strike that sends Scott back to the mat. Non Compos Mentis lifts him in a facelock, grabs him by the neck, and sends him flying face first into the steel cage!
Al Laiman: Ouch! I know from experience... that reallly hurts!
Jerry Andrews: I have a feeling that won't be the last time we see the cage deal damage tonight.Having dismantled Scott with unrelenting steel, Mentis lifts him only to scoop slam him back down, then goes on the heavy offensive with an elbow drop flurry. After two, three, four elbow drops in rapid succession, he covers Scott and waits for a count.
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Scott gets his shoulder up, and Mentis slams him back down hard, the back of Scott's head hitting the mat.
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Tyler Scott kicks out now, with enough force that Mentis is knocked away. With a surge of adrenaline Scott leaps to his feet at the same time Mentis reaches his. Mentis wades in and aims a stiff punch at Scott's eye, but Scott ducks it and sticks two knife-edged chops on the chest of the Born Psycho. Mentis swings back, and again Scott ducks. Standing headbutt by Tyler Scott! An uppercut elbow strike pops Mentis cartoonishly into the air and he falls flat on his back.
Tyler Scott scales the side of the cage until he's halfway up. Non Compos Mentis to his feet...
Al Laiman: Cross body block off the side of the cage!
Jerry Andrews: Pin attempt by Tyler Scott!1...
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Kickout by Non Compos Mentis! Scott's up again and he's laying boots on Non Compos Mentis as he gets to one knee. An enziguri, and Non Compos Mentis is down once more. The British Lion grabs a handful of the Born Psycho's hair, pulling hard and hauling him to his feet. Implant DDT!
Jerry Andrews: This is an intensity from Tyler Scott we don't see often.
Al Laiman: He's been waiting long enough for this match, Jerry. I wouldn't expect anything less.With Mentis down and dazed, Scott climbs to the top turnbuckle. He lines him up... top rope leg drop.
No!
Mentis rolls out of the way, and Scott crashes and burns as he lands hard on the canvas. Mentis continues his roll, all the way to the ropes, pulling himself up using rope and cage in tandem. Scott's getting up, his adrenaline still flowing. Yakuza Kick from Non Compos Mentis! Scott goes down, and Mentis takes a second to catch his breath. Picking up Tyler Scott, he works him back into the corner and starts to level him with stiff strikes. Right hand, left hand, a hard knee to the gut. He hoists Tyler Scott up so he's standing on the second rope. A slap to the throat doubles Scott over, and Mentis hooks him up for a suplex. Using Scott's position to his advantage, Mentis hits him with an extra impact snap suplex!
Flipping Scott over now, Mentis locks in a camel clutch. He sits deep on Scott's back, shouting obscenities as Scott struggles to escape. Tyrone Little is down on the mat to check on Scott's condition, and he's refusing to submit. Growing frustrated, Non Compos Mentis releases the hold in order to leap and land on Scott's back, forcing him down into the canvas. Once more he hooks in the camel clutch, and once more Scott refuses to give up. Non Compos Mentis torques the hold, giving all he's got to break Scott's back and make him humble, and still Scott resists. Mentis releases the hold to crush Scott under his weight once more.
Tyler Scott spins, and Mentis lands groin first on Scott's knees! Non Compos Mentis rolls away, wincing and holding onto his little hobos. This gives Scott a much needed chance to recover, and for a moment both men are out of commission.
Tyler Scott's the first to his feet now, and as the pain in the pit of his stomach subsides Mentis is soon to follow. They're moving to the center of the ring. Roundhouse kick by Scott, but Mentis doesn't go down! Instead he returns the favor with a gut kick, but the action causes him to relive the pain in his groin. The result? Both men doubled over, holding their midsections. But then they're up and punching at each other, Scott with lefts and Mentis with rights, neither gaining a clear advantage. First Scott is pushing Mentis back, then vice versa, and all of a sudden Scott steps back of his own accord to clear space. Standing dropkick, and Mentis is down!
Scott crawls over to the ropes and makes as though he's about to climb the cage. Mentis sees this and rushes to stop him. In essence, he takes the bait. Springboard clothesline from Tyler Scott! Mentis is down and Scott attempts the pinfall.
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But Non Compos Mentis kicks out.
Al Laiman: These two are at war, Jerry!
Jerry Andrews: We've seen great ring awareness from Tyler Scott tonight. He has the Born Psycho scouted and playing into the palm of his hand.
Al Laiman: Only problem with that, Jerry, is that Mentis is a biter. Even when Scott gets the advantage Mentis finds some way to even the odds.
Optimistic about a pair of two counts, Tyler Scott continues to press knowing that he's starting to wear Mentis down with his unorthodox offense. Once again using Mentis's hard to lift him up, he irish whips the Born Psycho at the ropes. In a moment of his own awareness, Mentis hooks his arms on the top rope and stops his momentum. Scott closes in on the run, and Mentis tries to dump him over the top and into the cage! Scott shifts in mid-air, landing in the small space between the ropes at the cage. Mentis turns and eats an elbow to the face from Tyler Scott, which sends him stumbling toward the center of the ring with his back to the British Lion. Another springboard from Scott... diamond cutter!
Jerry Andrews: Mentis is down!
Al Laiman: What a move by Tyler Scott!It only takes a second for Scott to regain his composure, and he's looking to Mentis and then to the cage, back to Mentis, back to the cage. He starts to climb!
Jerry Andrews: Does he have enough time to escape?
Al Laiman: If anything yet could keep Mentis down, that was it.Scott's climbing, and it's relatively slow going. He's cleared the ropes, he's halfway up...
He’s nearly at the top...
But from the crowd, out of NOWHERE ... in comes the Horde! They swarm the ring like roaches; several violent vagrants all scaling the outside of the structure. Two have made it near the top just as Scott gets a hand on the top of the cage! Scott's fighting them off, alternating punching and holding on to the top with each hand. He knocks one down! But one more takes his place! There's three meddling bums at the top now, all preventing Tyler Scott from escaping.
Jerry Andrews: Mentis is still down!
Al Laiman: He's lucky he's got friends in low places!
Jerry Andrews: This is despicable, the match should be over!
Al Laiman: It ain't over til the fat hobo bathes, Jerry.
Jerry Andrews: Thanks for the imagery, Al.Even as Scott knocks another hobo from the top of the cage, sending him crashing to the floor, it seems two more take his place. Four hobos at the top, two on the floor, and the odds aren't looking good for Tyler Scott. He's starting to lose his balance but still managing to fight them off.
Jerry Andrews: Wait, look!
Al Laiman: Is that Security? Finally!
Jerry Andrews No, Al! It's a brigade of PCW Officials!Indeed Pure Class Wrestling's team of referees are running down the ramp, and the Cruz siblings quickly subdue the two on the floor keeping them away from the cage. Steve and Austin Shaw start scaling the cage themselves, catching up to the hobos near the top and trying to haul them down.
Scott's still battling at the top, and manages to knock another one down. He hits the floor and AJ Bennett and Nolan Burke pounce on him. The Shaw brothers manage to pull down another two, leaving Scott alone with one hobo at the top of the cage. The hobo connects with a hard punch, and Scott starts to lose his balance at the top of the cage. He glances behind him and sees that Non Compos Mentis is still down. Knowing he's going to fall, he makes a last second decision. He flails and knocks the final hobo down before turning and leaping toward Non Compos Mentis. Swan Dive Headbutt from the top of the cage!!
Jerry Andrews: Mentis rolls! He was playing possum!
Al Laiman: Makes sense, Jerry. Hobos have a lot of practice pretending to sleep...Tyler Scott hits the canvas face first as Mentis just manages to avoid the ultra-high-risk maneuver! Wasting no time, the Born Psycho covers the British Lion.
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Al Laiman: TYLER SCOTT KICKS OUT! HOW DOES HE DO IT?
In an amazing display of fortitude, Tyler Scott kicks out just before Tyrone Little can count to three. Non Compos Mentis can't believe it, and neither can the Faithful but they're on their feet screaming in what's easily the biggest pop of the night.
Mentis sits straight up, cursing Tyler Scott and watching him like a hawk. His attention shifts to the outside where the referees have successfully contained the Hobo Horde and now watch on intently, waiting for a clean finish to a match that deserves one. Non Compos Mentis spits curses at them before raising Tyler Scott to a seated position. He takes off at a run... Psychotic Break! Non Compos Mentis connects with a Roaring Elbow.
Jerry Andrews: Lateral press...1...
Al Laiman: This should be it, Jerry......
Jerry Andrews: Don't sound so sad, Al....
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Al Laiman: TYLER SCOTT KICKS OUT AGAIN!!!!And AGAIN the Faithful erupt, somehow louder than before, and every single person in the building is cheering for Tyler Scott and his incredible cajones. Non Compos Mentis goes, well, mental. He can't believe it, he stands and moves to Tyler Scott's feet, reaching down and grabbing him around the throat to pick him up.
Jerry Andrews: Triangle Hold by Tyler Scott!!In an act of utter defiance, Tyler Scott locks Non Compos Mentis in a triangle hold and is doing everything he can to squeeze the air from his lungs. Mentis is rocking back and forth trying to break free, but Scott's grip is firm. Tyrone Little's down and in his face, asking him if he wants to tap out. Mentis refuses, still rocking back and forth. He picks Tyler Scott up clean... and slams him down!
But Scott doesn't let go!
Al Laiman: How is he holding on?Again Mentis picks him up... and again he slams him! And again Scott holds on! Mentis is clearly winded, his energy almost all spent, but the same can be said for Tyler Scott after battling six hobos and falling twenty feet to the canvas. One more time Mentis picks him up... one more time he slams him down...
And this time it's enough! The British Lion finally breaks his hold. In sheer anger Non Compos Mentis lifts his boot and brings it crashing down across the face of Tyler Scott with a sickening stomp. The arena goes quiet. Even Al Laiman is speechless. For the first time in the match Tyrone Little is reprimanding somebody, and it's Non Compos Mentis for what could be considered an unsportsmanlike display of aggression. But who would ever confuse the Born Psycho for a sportsman?
In fact, it doesn't even phase him as he picks up Tyler Scott and locks a double underhook. Fractured Mind by Non Compos Mentis! He makes the pin and the conclusion is foregone.
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Or is it?
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Tyrone Little calls for the bell and immediately jumps between Non Compos Mentis and Tyler Scott. Little and Mentis engage in a staredown as "Scum of the Earth" sounds out in the arena. Rob Zombie can barely be heard over the boos from the Faithful. Non Compos Mentis spreads his arms in his trademark cross, turning away from Tyrone Little and toward the fans to gloat and insult. They're booing, and booing, and he's loving it.
Winner: Non Compos MentisBut then they start to cheer.
Jerry Andrews: I don't believe it...
Al Laiman: Is he? He should... He should stay down, Jerry.Tyler Scott's up to one knee. Tyrone Little's down at his level, saying something to him, but Tyler Scott's shaking his head and telling him to get out of the way. Non Compos Mentis turns to find Tyler Scott rising, and the look on the Born Psycho's face is one of disbelief and pure hatred.
Jerry Andrews: The battle's over...
Al Laiman: But Tyler Scott's still at war!In a moment of his own insanity, the British Lion charges and tackles Non Compos Mentis to the mat. The steel cage is still in place, and the Hobo Horde begins to resist the referees who still have them at bay. One hobo breaks free and attempts to scale the cage, but two officials haul him down.
Inside the ring Tyler Scott's unloading on Mentis, browbeating him into the canvas. Mentis is trying to fight back but the onslaught is uncanny, and soon Tyler Scott's in full control. He stands, and stomps, and stomps, and stomps, bringing his boots down on Mentis's face and neck, chest and back. He's practically on fire and the Faithful are the fuel, going bananas at this much-deserved beatdown. "Scum of the Earth" is cut off and soon the only sounds are the screams of the Faithful as Tyler Scott raises Non Compos Mentis to his feet, never relenting. He drags him to one side and slams his face off the cage. And then to the next. And the next! And the next! Non Compos Mentis's face hits four sides of steel and Tyler Scott drags him to the center of the ring. The Born Psycho can barely stand but Scott's supporting him with one hand while chopping, punching, and elbowing with the other.
Al Laiman: He's gone ballistic!
The British Lion gets the Born Psycho in position for his signature STO.
Jerry Andrews: Will we see a Sudden Impact?The crowd cheers Tyler Scott on ... they know what they want to see! As Tyler Scott nods his head, even Tyrone Little is in the background cheering Scott on. A huge grin spreading across his face ... he does it! Planting NCM with the Sudden Impact, the ring shakes with the force and Tyler Scott begins to climb the cage to celebrate. Finally driving the nail in the coffin of NCM, a measure of revenge against the Born Psycho ... Tyrone Little and Tyler Scott finally wind their way out of the ring after celebrating heartily with the fans and we go backstage ...
****... to absolute chaos.
Skylar Marshall is face-to-face with the Flying Freebooters who are absolutely LIVID at the aftermath of their win over the New Breed earlier in the evening. Tide and Wasp are both directly in Skylar Marshall’s face, who is listening intently with all the respect and gravitas that situation deserves. Finally, once Wasp and Tide settle a bit to allow Marshall to offer them a solution to the problem ...
Gentlemen, gentlemen ... PLEASE. Look, I know we haven’t been on the best of terms the past few weeks and I can appreciate your anger at the situation. Be that as it may, let me make one thing clear:I DO NOT HAVE YOUR BELTS.
You earned those titles tonight, why would I take them from you? Just because you decided to go into business for YOURSELVES instead of Marshall’s Law ... -achem- But hey. Congrats on your win. We’ll see what we can do about getting your belts returned to you. Right now though, I have to get ready to return ANOTHER belt to its’ rightful owner.Isn’t that right, Justin?With a knowing nod, Marshall glances over his shoulder at Justin Kaard who stands a fair distance behind Skylar. Head bowed, he doesn’t even look up at the man ... he simply nods as Marshall begins to walk away. Justin looking after Marshall as he walks off, a small ... almost unnoticed smile creeps over his features as he follows Marshall past the Freebooters ...
... who begin their ranting anew.
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Match Six
Lumberjack Match for the International Championship
"Nowhere Left To Run!"
Ace Anderson vs. Whitey Ford (International Champion)
Referee: Eddie Lane
Mark Long: The next match, scheduled for one fall, is for the PCW INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP!"
Pain Redefined" plays, 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.
Jerry Andrews: Ace Anderson has had his eyes set on Whitey Ford and the International Title for months. Tonight, just maybe, he could become PCW’s very first Grand Slam Champion!
Al Laiman: A lot of that may just depend on the men he’s chosen to be by his side though. This is a Lumberjack Match, after all.He takes a few seconds to survey the sound and the scene, before he turns to the curtain and the crowd calls out as three individuals walk through to join him. Jonathan Cable and Sebastian St. Paul are the first to join him, receiving a big pop from the fans of the New Breed Foundation. But as the third of Anderson’s lumberjacks walks out the fan reaction gets even louder. Out from the back walks Q, battered after the previous Trauma but ready for his duties.
Jerry Andrews: There are Anderson’s three selections and what a gamble Q may be, Al?
Al Laiman: He’s got an Icey to prove he’s PCW’s most loved star, but you have to admit he’s unpredictable. But he’s paid his dues to appear in this role, Ace must have a lot of trust in his man.Mark Long: Introducing first, he stands at 6 feet, six inches and weighs 275 pounds ... the challenger ....
ACE .... ANDERSOOOOOOOOOOOON!The quartet walks to the ring and Ace does so with 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.
Disturbed cuts off and is replaced with
Critical Acclaim (and massive boos) which starts to play, and the lights dim down to darkness, except for the stage. The PCWtron plays clips of Whitey Ford hitting his finishers and trademarks, like the Wasted-Land, the Hangover From Hell and the Backtoss Piledriver. Once the heavy guitars kick in, Whitey walks out onto the stage with his arms held open, soaking in the crowd reaction with an arrogant smile. Over his shoulder, the International Title is draped.
Jerry Andrews: Whitey Ford has held the International Title for well over a year now. No matter what you think of his tactics, you have to admit his reign is beyond impressive.
Al Laiman: Absolutely it’s impressive. And his tactics are exactly what they should be for a champion in his position. You do whatever you can to retain and he’ll have to do that and more tonight.Mark Long: And now, introducing ... the champion. He stands 6 feet, 3 inches tall and weighs in at 220 pounds. He is THE Asshole and the PCW International Champion .... WHITEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY FORD!He doesn't waste much time on the stage and continues down the ramp, not afraid to mouth off to the fans if they get too vocal along the way. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he halts and signals to the top of the ramp, bringing out his nominated Lumberjacks… first, the duo of the Flying Freebooters who are out to represent the ominous presence of Marshall’s Law. There is a short delay as both men walk out and Ford looks slightly uneasily toward the curtain, waiting for his third and final man to walk out.
Jerry Andrews: Well I don’t think anyone is surprised to see Marshall’s Law flying the flag out here but where’s the third man?There’s a moment of unease before, finally, a figure steps out…. ‘The Archangel’ Gabriel Cross! The cocky steps of Cross follow the Freebooters down the ramp but he seems resistant to getting too close to his uneasy allies.
Al Laiman: Looks like Marshall’s Law have themselves a new mercenary! Haha.
Jerry Andrews: Gabriel Cross is the third of Whitey Ford’s lumberjacks and you have to wonder if that will have thrown Ace Anderson at all.Ford continues to the ring and climbs inside, making a few last minute preparations as the referee checks both men. Eddie Lane then makes sure that all of the Lumberjacks are in place and ready before finally signalling for the bell. It rings out with a ding and the crowd show that they are more than up for this match already, cheering wildly.
Ace immediately makes his way forward, knowing that he will need to go on the offensive and prevent Whitey from dictating the pace with his much superior speed. But he isn’t able to block his opponent into his corner as Ford sees him coming and dashes away, beginning to circle the larger man. Waiting for the PCW veteran to make a move, Ford keeps moving and soon gets his wish as Anderson goes for a Double Leg Takedown. A kick to the arm greets Ace as he quickly regains his feet and shakes off the blow, but soon tries a second time. This time Ace is met with another short, sharp kick to the shoulder and is forced to back off.
Al Laiman: A cautious start here, Ford knows he has to keep his distance and not let Anderson get close enough to use his mat skills and his power.Around the outside, the lumberjacks continue to watch, tensed and ready for their moment of action. Inside, however, the action is slow as Ford plays a scruffy form of Rope-a-Dope with the PCW Legend and evades another attempt to take his legs. This time Ford jumps on Ace, rolling him up in an Oklahoma Roll.
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Kick Out!
The wily Ford gets to his feet and immediately hits the ropes as a stunned Anderson finds his bearings again. He looks up just in time to see Whitey attack him with a Clothesline and ducks, sending him into the other ropes. This time Ace is waiting for him and when Whitey returns he uses his momentum against him, throwing him over the top rope. Ford just about hangs on to the top rope and lands on the apron, but as he looks relieved the wolves begins to circle.
Jerry Andrews: That’s Q and the New Breed’s side of the ring!Anderson’s chosen Lumberjacks approach the Asshole on the apron who realizes his predicament just in time and jumps eagerly back into the ring…. Too eagerly. As he signals tough luck to the lumberjacks he turns straight into a big right haymaker from Anderson, sending him flying back into the ropes. Anderson unleashes a combo of strikes against Ford, vicious rights and lefts to the body designed to drive the air out of him. With Ford sufficiently weakened, Anderson grabs his arm and whips him across the ring before ducking his head for a Back Body Drop. Whitey reacts by screeching to a halt and lifting his laces straight into Ace’s grill.
As Anderson recoils from the strike, Ford backs into the ropes and rebounds, looking to attack but again Anderson moves and throws him across the ring. He uses the speed and jumps onto the middle rope, springing and rotating backwards into a Springboard Crossbody… but Ace catches him out of mid air! Going for a high impact Powerslam, Anderson tries to transition Ford onto his shoulder but the slimy opponent slides out and nails a cheap but effective Chop Block to the back of Anderson’s knee.
Al Laiman: Whitey now needs to keep Ace grounded where he’s unable to get the leverage he needs for any takedowns of his own. Ford attacks the downed Anderson with a flurry of kicks to the body but his opponent threatens to push through them and get back to his feet. Not wanting this, Whitey backs up and unleashes a vicious High Roundhouse Kick to the head… but still he doesn’t put Anderson down!
Out of mild shock Ford merely watches as Anderson pushes himself back to his feet and trudges forward toward him. Finally Whitey snaps out and, out of instinct, dives to the outside to compose himself and work out some strategy. He has forgotten, however, that Q, Cable and St. Paul are all waiting for him on the outside. Q stands in front of him while the New Breed Foundation flank him from either side, giving no option for escape.
“Whoa boys, let’s all calm down here.” Can be heard as Ford tries to reason with the three men, or perhaps stall as his own Lumberjacks make their way around to help. They’re nowhere near, though, when two massive hands reach down from the ring and grab Ford by the ears. From inside the ring, Anderson hauls Whitey back up to the apron and looks to Suplex him back inside, only to receive a desperation Guillotine on the top rope.
Jerry Andrews: Another cheap move by Ford!
Al Laiman: Another NECESSARY move by Ford!Ford struggles to gain his composure on the apron but he spots Anderson in trouble as he tries to get his breath in the middle of the ring. Before Q and the New Breed can attack him, Ford leaps onto the top rope and throws himself of, hitting a spectacular and impactful Springboard European Uppercut straight to the jaw! The rocked Anderson staggers backwards and bounces back off the ropes, right into a Snapmare from Ford as he finally puts Anderson on the mat. To add insult to injury, Whitey slams his shin straight into the back of Ace’s cranium who rolls his eyes worryingly. Taking his opportunity, Whitey begins to climb the turnbuckle behind Ace and reaches the top easily before Anderson has even begun to recover from the kick. With Ace playing the part of a sitting duck perfectly, Ford throws himself off the top and plummets feet first with a horrifying Missile Dropkick to the neck!
Jerry Andrews: That could have knocked Anderson out cold!Ford hooks the leg of the barely moving big man and pins…
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NO! Shoulder up!
Anderson gets his shoulder off the mat and tries to shake off the assault, but Ford won’t let him off so easily. As Anderson pushes himself to a knee, Whitey shoves him over to the ropes and drapes his head over the middle, pushing down and choking Ace. Eddie Lane immediately starts his count and reaches four before Whitey releases his hold. Just a second later, and to the PCW Faithful’s massive distain, Ford drops his pressure back onto the head of Anderson and chokes him again.
Q, Jonathan Cable and Sebastian St. Paul can only look on as Lane makes his count once more. Thankfully, after four Ford lets go and drops Ace to the mat before pinning again.
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Kick Out again!
Getting to his feet, Ford looks to the outside of the ring and the gathering forces of his own Lumberjacks and gets an idea. Purposefully he kicks Anderson to the apron and drops him to the outside where High Tide, Jule Martin and Gabriel Cross are waiting.
Jerry Andrews: Dangerous territory here for Anderson, he has to get back in the ring, or find some space to recover.But Anderson can’t find any space as the Flying Freebooters freely lay their boots into his back. There is nowhere to go, no escape as Tide and Wasp continue to strike away while Cross holds back for a moment. Finally the New Breed come to Anderson’s rescue and force the Freebooters back who are clearly not up for a fight. Anderson climbs back to his feet as both tag teams return to their places… but Gabriel Cross is still very much present.
Anderson gets up and… Cross drives him straight back into the apron, crushing his back and kidneys. Cross continues with his educated strikes as Ford climbs out of the ring and approaches him from behind. In the midst of Gabriel’s assault, Ford cockily places a hand on his shoulder and pulls him back as if to say “Very good, now it’s my turn.”. Whitey moves forward and attacks with a collection of punches of his own, but is halted in his tracks when he gets pulled back by his very own Lumberjack, Cross.
Al Laiman: What the hell is Cross doing?
Jerry Andrews: I don’t think he’s playing ball with Marshall’s Law!Whitey questions Cross and a look of disrespect crosses the face of ‘The Archangel’ who isn’t used to being told what to do. Getting right in Cross’s face, Whitey doesn’t seem to realise that he’s too close and suddenly takes a vicious punch to the chin, followed by a collection of Muay Thai knee strikes that stun him entirely. Before Whitey knows what’s happening, Cross takes him by the head and throws him into the ring, closely followed by Anderson.
Al Laiman: Marshall needs to pay his mercenary better, he’s gone rogue!
Jerry Andrews: Who said Cross was ever aligned with Marshall’s Law, he could have played them all along to get involved with the Champion!Whitey struggles to comprehend what just happened and it’s just enough time to allow Ace to get his breath back. As Ford gets to his feet he turns and walks straight into a big Clothesline from Anderson. He gets back to his feet quickly but is hit straight away by a second Clothesline from the veteran who winds up for a third. This time Whitey looks to block the attack, but Anderson is smart and swerves, instead transitioning into an unexpected rear waist lock and dropping Ford to the mat with a traditional Mat Slam.
Now Ace’s power and mat skill come into their own as he keeps the waist lock applied in the form of a Rear Bearhug. He clutches tight to drive the air out of Ford’s lungs while Eddie Lane asks for the submission. Ford exasperatedly says no and receives another jerk of agony as Ace tightens the hold. The seconds pass and Ford weakens considerably, enough for him to shift his and Ford’s bodies and roll into a bridging pin, exactly as you’d see from a Bridging German Suplex.
One…
Two…
NO!
Ford just rolls his shoulder off the mat in time but remains in the hold. Realising that the hold is still sapping his energy, Ace again rolls Ford into the pin, making him expend more of his reserves.
One…
Two…
TH..NO!
There is a look of desperation on the face of Whitey who knows he must escape the hold soon or else he’ll be stuck in this predicament until he loses. With this attitude he tries to push himself to his feet, but Ace knows his plans and has one of his own. As Ford gets up to a knee, Ace uses all his strength and hauls him up into the air for a massive German Suplex… but Whitey lashes out at the last moment, hitting Ace in the temple with an Elbow. Ace tries to keep his hands locked but a second hit forces him to release. With Ace temporarily stunned, Ford looks back over his shoulder and throws himself backward with a phenomenal Backflip Kick to the top of Ace’s skull. Ace stumbles uncontrollably back onto the ropes and when he rebounds, Whitey lands a boot to the midsection before spiking him down with a ferocious Snap DDT!
Jerry Andrews: The momentum swings back towards Ford!
Al Laiman: But what kind of toll has that submission move taken? You have to assume that Ace will be targeting the back and midsection if he can get back into this contest.Whitey slowly gets to his feet and sees that Anderson is still down on the mat, deciding that now is the time to go high risk. He moves out onto the apron and begins to climb. He wastes valuable seconds looking down to the floor as Q and the New Breed close in. Making haste now, Whitey climbs to the top and looks into the ring… only to see Ace Anderson waiting for him, still woozy but able to see the incoming threat. He acts fast and jumps into the corner, throwing a hard uppercut straight into the chin of Whitey.
Climbing to meet Whitey on the second rope, Ace moves well outside of his comfort zone and the two begin to brawl wildly. Fists fly with rights and lefts being exchanged by both men but neither getting an advantage as Whitey counters Anderson’s size with the higher ground. Finally, the strength and superior striking ability of Anderson wins through and he fires off a combo of open-handed chops that echo around the arena much to the delight of the fans. The PCW Faithful begin to chant ‘An-der-son! An-der-son!’ in support of the legend, but they’re stopped in their tracks by a disgusting thumb to the eye from Ford who gasps in relief at the respite offered.
Al Laiman: Again Ford does what he has to in order to get free from Anderson’s grasp.
Jerry Andrews: Other people call that cheating, Al.
Al Laiman: Did he get DQ’d Jerry?Anderson tries to shake off the cheap shot and rush forward, but as he does Ford uses his new alertness and leaps over his charging opponent, landing with a roll and a quick turn. As Anderson hits the turnbuckles and turns, Ford runs with all his speed and hits a huge Running European Uppercut straight across the chest and all the way up to Anderson’s chin. Anderson collapses out of the corner and again he goes high risk, climbing the turnbuckles to look for an ending to this match.
Reaching the top turnbuckle, Whitey looks down at the struggling form of Anderson who is on his feet but reeling from the attack. With no hesitation Whitey launches himself high into the air and flies towards Ace with a spectacular Flying Crossbody….but Ace catches him!
Out of nowhere Ace plucks Whitey out of the air and throws him backwards with a Fallaway Slam, keeping hold of him to execute a technically perfect Bridging pin.
One…
Two…
THREE….NO!
Whitey gets his shoulder up at the last moment and Eddie Lane has to specific the two count to Anderson and what seems like every fan in the arena. With a flush of adrenaline through his system, Anderson immediately transitions into a Rear Waist Lock and uses all of his considerable strength to lift Ford clean off the mat, into the air and float him over with an unbelievable Deadlift German Suplex, bridging again for the pin.
One…
Two….
THREE!
Jerry Andrews: NO! Kick Out!
Al Laiman: Ford needs to get some distance here and recuperate otherwise Anderson is going to pounce!This time Anderson shows a display of disbelief to the referee who insists that the count was only two. Instead of going for another pinning predicament, Ace chooses to inflict more damage and he pulls Whitey back to his feet. Unable to defend himself, Whitey is forced back into the corner so that he faces out into the crowd and Anderson hammers away into his back with forearms to weaken him further.
There’s a cheer from the fans as Anderson pulls Whitey out of the corner and sets him up for a Backdrop. He hauls Whitey into the air but the damaged champion manages to roll through and land on his feet. Running on instinct, Whitey hits the hopes and rebounds with pace, but Ace is still the fresher man and uses his strength to throw Whitey high into the air with a massive Flapjack! Whitey does up so far he comes down with snow on, but on the way down he throws an arm out and latches onto Anderson, before hitting an Armdrag out of nowhere!
Anderson is thrown clear and lands on the outside of the ring, right in the middle of the wrong side of town. Ford climbs to his feet and he looks down at Ace and the two men closing in on him, The Flying Freebooters. Ford shouts down to them to grab his challenger and they do so, pulling Anderson to his feet right in front of the apron.
Jerry Andrews: Come on! They should be throwing him back in, not just holding him there!But that is all they do, Tide and Wasp hold Anderson in place as Ford takes aim and rushes the ropes. He rebounds with pace and throws himself through the ropes with an undefended Baseball Slide Dropkick straight to the sternum! Anderson goes limp in the arms of the Freebooters but Whitey isn’t satisfied, instead he gets back to his feet and hits the ropes again. The Freebooters can barely lift Anderson in time for Whitey’s boots to impact again, this time with a Dropkick straight to the face!
Al Laiman: That’s called resourcefulness!
Jerry Andrews: I’d call that a disgrace. Whitey can’t win on his own so he’s using the Flying Freebooters!Finally the New Breed and Q move into position to make the Freebooters reconsider their actions. There is a tense moment between the Lumberjacks…. That ends with Gabriel Cross interjects and hits Jule Martin into the face, allowing a shocked Anderson to crawl back into the ring to the disgust of Whitey Ford.
Ford waits for a second, trying to decide whether or not to admonish Cross, but instead he refocuses on Anderson who is crawling back to his knees. Just as Anderson pops his head up to take a look around, Whitey aims the crosshairs and fires off a shuddering, violent Enziguri Kick to the back of the head, that he calls the Hangover From Hell and hooks the leg for a pin.
One…
Two….
THRE…NO!
Anderson still manages to get his shoulder up after the abuse but he is clearly worse for wear. There is barely any movement from him after his kick out, but Whitey knows he still has to inflict more damage if he’s going to win. With that notion in mind, Ford grabs Anderson by his head and pulls him up to his feet. There is little hesitation as Ford lifts the whole weight of Anderson onto his shoulders. With the much larger man weighing down on him, Ford doesn’t waste time in taunting for one, instead the pulls back and throws Anderson forward with the Wasted Land!
But Ace hangs on! He hangs on and somehow rolls through so that he is able to lock in a grounded Abdominal Stretch on the smaller man.
Jerry Andrews: An amazing counter from Anderson! I don’t know if Whitey can escape this!With the Abdominal Stretch locked in, Anderson uses his free arm to lock in a painful Dragon Sleeper too! The full version of the Superior Stretch is locked in and Ford tries desperately to reach for the ropes but he is nowhere near. Eddie Lane asks for a submission but again Ford tells him no, despite the clear sight of him fading.
Al Laiman: The abuse to Ford’s midsection and back has been a constant in this match, it can’t be long before he has to give up.
Ford tries to fight but there is still a long way to go and again Lane requests that he gives up, only to be sent away one more time. Drawing energy from somewhere, Ford tries lashes out as hard as he can and manages to hit Anderson in the eye, causing him to flinch and lose control of the hold. With his opponent momentarily distracted, Ford grabs his head and throws himself backwards through the air, hitting an amazing and desperate Standing Shiranui ring in the middle of the ring!
Jerry Andrews: Desperation move from Ford and Anderson may be out cold!Whitey drapes his arm over the body of Anderson, watching as the referee counts.
One…
Two…
THREE!
NO!
Again the count is a millisecond under three before Anderson somehow manages to get his shoulder off the mat. Ford can only look at the referee in complete frustration and disbelief, with a resolve to put the match away. At that he moves to the corner one more time, climbing with purpose. He reaches the top and looks down into the ring where Anderson is now stirring but still down.
Jerry Andrews: 540 SPLASH?!Ford throws himself high into the air, getting more than enough height for the rotations needed to execute his phenomenal finishing manoeuvre… but as he does Anderson has a flash of adrenaline and jumps back to his feet! The plummeting form of Whitey Ford instead lands on the shoulders of Anderson who struggles to control the sheer amount of force but somehow manages to place his hands on his chest and throw him down with a desperation Exemplifier!
Jerry Andrews: An Exemplifier out of nowhere!
Al Laiman: But he didn’t get all of it!Ford, having hit the mat and rolled, lands outside the ring on Anderson’s side. Q looks at the man on the ground for a moment and contemplates attacking him, but then grabs the dead weight of Whitey Ford and shoves him laboredly back into the ring. Anderson falls to the mat out of exhaustion one more time and drags himself over to the body of Ford, placing little more than a hand on him.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
NO!
Ford lifts his shoulder off the mat but only just enough to break the count. There is a roar of unbelievable noise from the crowd, a mixture of boos for Ford’s resistant, cheers for Anderson’s near victory and a mixture of everything else in between.
Both men begin to stir on the mat, completely spent and barely able to support their own weight. But still they try, driven by instinct. It is Anderson who makes the most progress, slowly and tiredly reaching his feet and stumbling back into the corner. Ford manages to reach his knees but there it finishes for him. The crowd begins to chant again, ‘An-der-son! An-der-son!’ Ace feeds off the energy and pushes himself out of the corner.
With Ford still on his knees, Anderson has his chance and he signals for the Exemplifier one more time. He takes Ford by the head and pulls him up before lifting him high into the air for the powerbomb and…. Whitey falls out of the back door!
Al Laiman: There’s still life in Whitey Ford!Anderson turns around when he realizes what has happened, but he is too late as the adrenaline driver Ford smashes into his ribs with a horrifying Rehab Spear!
Jerry Andrews: Dear god what an impact! But Anderson is still moving… somehow!The look on Ford’s face is one of satisfaction but also of understanding that he still needs to do more. With that his eyes turn to ringside and the figures of the Freebooters. He looks at them for a moment and then says something to them, an order for them to get into the ring. The Freebooters follow the order and climb into the ring to help their stablemate as they did earlier. This time they hold Anderson up in preparation for another Spear and Whitey hits the ropes…
..But his foot is caught by Gabriel Cross and he’s pulled to the outside of the ring! Inside, the Freebooters are suddenly set upon by The New Breed who tackle their rivals to the ground and brawl with them all the way to the outside, leaving Anderson as the only man in the ring. On the outside, Whitey can only look at Cross and shout obscenities at him, questioning what he was even doing at ringside if his goal was sabotage. Cross doesn’t answer in words, only in a cocky smile that forces Ford into action… grabbing Cross and throwing him straight over the announce table!
Jerry Andrews: What the hell…!A crackle of static cuts off the commentators as they run for cover and Whitey jumps back in the ring to finish his business. With a new rush of adrenaline and an apparent second wind, Whitey grabs a decimated Anderson by the head and sets him up for the Backtoss Piledriver.
“There’s no way…” can be heard mutely on the broadcast cameras as Jerry Andrews’ voice travels from the still in-operational commentary position. Ford uses all the strength he has and hauls the weight of Anderson up, managing to get him there with an immense effort.
A gasp escapes from the crowd as the feat, or maybe as a figure dives into the ring. Completely defenzeless, Ford can only watch with Ace suspended on his shoulders as Gabriel Cross gets to his feet holding a chair. He pulls back and before the referee or Ford can do anything…
CRASH!Cross slams the steel chair over the head of the International Champion who collapses into a heap under the weight of Anderson. Eddie Lane has no choice but to call for the bell as all hell breaks loose in the arena!
Mark Long: The winner by Disqualification and… STILL PCW International Champion, WHITEY FORD!Winner: Whitey FordCross not done with his chair-swinging momentum, he brings the chair down on Ace’s back several times ... and throws another one to Whitey for good measure. Tossing the chair out of the ring, he smiles to the crowd and poses for a few seconds. THIS is what he wanted ALL ALONG! As the crowd jeers Gabriel Cross for ruining what was turning out to be a spectacular match, he rolls out of the ring and makes his way to the ring announcer position where he ... grabs the INTERNATIONAL CHAMPIONSHIP BELT!
Gabriel Cross has just stolen the International Championship!
With a sick smile and very proud of himself, Gabriel Cross simply walks from ringside and strolls his way up the entrance ramp ... disappearing from the view of the audience ....
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... for all of two seconds, that is.
A cameraman backstage is already there and has caught up with Gabriel Cross. And it’s obvious he’s not sticking around to survey the fruits of his labor and his handiwork. As he clutches the belt like a child and its’ favorite toy, Cross meanders his way through the backstage area of the arena ... searching for the nearest exit. Going so far as to stop at the back door and strap the belt around his waist, he looks at the glinting metal under the fluorescent lights and is in that moment, at peace. He has what he deserves.
Suddenly ...
... the lights start to flicker.
The backstage lights.
And ONLY the backstage lights.
Gabriel notices this and wisely goes for the door ...
... but not before the lights cut out.
The only light being the light of the camera, we hear a metallic CRASH and a thud in the interim while the cameraman struggles to switch his portable light on. But his efforts are in vain, for as soon as the camera’s main light is switched on ... so are the rest of the backstage lights. And we are treated to the sight of Gabriel Cross laid out on the floor. Blood beginning to flow from his forehead, the International Championship is notable in its’ absence. No sign of Whitey Ford’s Championship, the cameraman can be heard calling for assistance as we head back to the ring.
WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!
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Main Event
Triple Threat World Championship Match; 2-out-of-3 Falls
"Reunification!"
Justin Kaard (World Champion) vs. Justin Michaels vs. Michael Wryght (World Champion)
Referee: Eric Russo
The lights flash in time with the intro to
"Attack" as Justin Kaard takes the stage. Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Justin loosens up before the match. With slow determination he walks to the ring, ignoring the cheers and/or jeers of the audience. Mostly jeers, thanks to the company he’s keeping as he walks to the ring. Skylar Marshall.
The leader of Marshall’s Law.
Al Laiman: Here we go, Jerry! It’s the Main Event!Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen, THIS is YOUR Main Event of the evening ... and it is for the PCW World Championshiiiiiiiiiiip!Coming to the ring he moves to the side and takes a running start before sliding across the apron on one knee. He grabs the ropes before hitting the turnbuckle and vaults over the ropes. Once in the ring, Kaard runs to the far turnbuckle and leaps to the second rope. He raises his arms, crossing them at the wrists before jumping from the turnbuckle and back into the ring.
Mark Long: Introducing first, weighing in at - Just cuts Mark Long off and snatches the microphone out of his hand. Skylar claps Justin on the back and nods with a big grin on his face as he makes his way to the commentary position. He shakes Al’s hand, goes to shakes Jerry’s but thinks better of it and sits down besides the two ... demanding a headset and looking around for the nearest lackey to bring him one.
Once he’s miked up, Skylar immediately takes over.
Skylar: Gentlemen. What we have HERE is the FUTURE of PCW. The future of the company is in the ring, so you might want to pay close attention to himJustin looks out at the crowd, then to Skylar Marshall and nods as if he knows exactly what he is about to say. Almost as if he’s been rehearsing it in his mind over and over all day.
Ladies and gentlemen, TONIGHT ... I will be the World Champion. There is not a SINGLE doubt in my mind that everyone of you will be forced to see that I am what this company needs right now. Excitement. Thrills. Great television! Who else can deliver the non-stop rollercoaster ride of pure ADRENALINE that I can? Not Showtime. Not Stormm. Not Andy D. ... especially not Andy D. I don’t get why you people like losers like Andy D and Q and Kelli Starr so much. They’re NOBODIES! I AM THE WORLD CHAMPION!The crowd boos at Justin running down their heroes, but Skylar isn’t exactly shy on his thoughts.
Skylar: Listen to the man, Jerry. Al, you already know he’s speaking the truth. He IS PCW’s Highlight Reel! This man has had some of the most memorable matches in PCW HISTORY! These fans need to realize what they’re seeing is history in the making. This is Justin’s big time arrival.Kaard scans out over the crowd.
But right now, I’m not here to talk about THEM. There’s something I’ve been meaning to do, and I’ve been waiting for TONIGHT to do it. Skylar, I want you to stand up. Skylar moves from his chair and claps for Justin, looking around at the crowd and surveying the house the Marshall built.
Skylar, you’ve done a lot for me. I can’t deny that. You’ve given me every opportunity to prove that I am the BEST thing going in PCW today. For that, you have my unending gratitude.Skylar nods and smiles big, he knows this is where it all begins again. He knows which horse to bet on.
And Skylar, I AM going to win the World Title tonight. You’re right about that.
...
.... BUT IT’S NOT GOING TO BE WITH YOU BEHIND ME!The crowd gives voice to the look that immediately comes across Skylar Marshalls face: shock.
Skylar Marshall, I’ve had enough of your pandering! You’ve been babysitting Michael Wryght and Whitey Ford for WAY too long, missing where your REAL results come from! YOU HAVE BEEN THE CAUSE OF YOUR OWN DOWNFALL! And now that you’re on the downswing, you try to grab onto MY coattails to ride my back to success. Well it’s not happening! I don’t NEED you, Skylar Marshall! I’ve NEVER needed you! You’ve done nothing but make a MESS of things since you GOT here I’m going to beat Wryght. I’m going to beat Stormm.
And I WILL become the UNDISPUTED World Champion.
WITHOUT YOU!Justin throws the microphone down as the arena lights dim down to a gentle glow and the sound of pouring rain fills the arena to the brim as an orange fog begins to cover the entrance way. Hardly containing themselves already, the fans start to rise to their feet as a sudden bright flash of orange lights flood the crowd before a deafening crash of thunder rattles the foundation and leaves the arena in darkness. The pre-chorus rift to
"Crash" by
Decyfer Down instigates a small riot amongst those in attendance as orange flashes, like lightning, illuminate the way for the Force of Nature, and Justin Michaels appears through the curtain and onto the stage, followed by his wife, the lovely Lindsay Michaels.
"CRASH! YOU'RE GOING DOWN! WITHOUT A SOUND!"Mark Long - Introducing at this time... Justin plays to the cheers of the fans from atop the ramp, and marches back and forth while interacting with those in attendance. He nods his head and points towards the fans recognizing all the support they provide before turning his attention back to the ring, and starts to make his way towards the squared circle.
"THEN I'LL PASS YOU UP, BEFORE I EXPLODE! BREAKING IN TWO! I'LL SEE IT THROUGH!"Mark Long - From Kansas City, Kansas; weighing in at two hundred and fifty-two pounds...Having made it to ringside with his lovely wife at his side, Stormm patrols around to the opposite side of the ring and gives a mocking salute towards Al Laiman, the man who for years has mocked the "misspelling" of Justin's nickname. Justin hops up onto the apron, and assists his wife up and through the ropes before motioning to the crowd once more.
"YOU WON'T KEEP ME DOWN WHEN I CRASH THROUGH YOU!"Mark Long - Accompanied by Lindsay Michaels, he is professional wrestling's Force of Nature... JUSTIN "STORMM" MICHAELS!
Justin follows Lindsay through the ropes and immediately scales the nearest turnbuckle to raise his hands into the air for all to see. The flash bulbs surge throughout the arena as the orange lights brighten back to the venue's usual lighting. Justin repeats his actions and poses on the turnbuckle in the opposite corner before hopping down from the corner and his music fades out, but the overwhelming applause does not as he stands the ready for his match ... staring holes into Skylar Marshall who is almost stuck at ringside.
He doesn’t want to try and move past Stormm and with Kaard now no longer protecting him, Skylar is feeling the incredible loneliness that his decisions have borne this evening.
"
Gold on the Ceiling" by
The Black Keys begins to blare over the P.A. system and the arena darkens. A single spotlight begins to shine on the entrance way illumination none other than “Mr. Showtime” Michael Wryght. He is wearing a long black and silver sleeveless robe. He stands there with his back to the ring and his arms crossed. The back of the robe is exposed with the words in blue and silver “Mr. Showtime” and slightly behind him is the beautiful Perfection. Showtime slowly walks to the beat of the music as the only light in the arena follows him to the ring.
Mark Long: Introducing next ... the CHAMPION. He stands 6 feet, 3 inches and is accompanied by the lovely PERFECTION. Ladies and gentlemen, this is ‘Mr Showtime’ .... MICHAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL WRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYGHT!He walks up the stairs and whips off his feet on the outside apron. He ducks under the top rope and two other spotlights shoot on him he spins and puts his arms out. He slowly makes his way to the corner crossing his wrists, with is fingers are lock making a “W.” He pulls his arms down setting off some small pyros behind him, which also begins the lights to return to the arena.
The referee looks to each man to get the go-ahead and ...
DING DING DING!
The bell has sounded and we’re officially underway!
Stormm and Showtime immediately make a beeline towards each other. The weeks of chomping at the bit to take each other out have been long and arduous but here we are and they’re allowed to tear into each other! And boy, do they ever! The showdown between the two is just as epic as everyone imagined it would be. Going to to toe with each other in the center of the ring, Showtime and Stormm both are going full throttle on each other ... neither man willing to concede even an inch. But from out of the background comes Justin Kaard!
Dropping Stormm with a low dropkick, Stormm hits the ground and Showtime is quick to land a falling elbow onto the back of Stormm’s head. Kaard with an elbow to the back of Stormm’s head. They’re taking turns. He doesn’t have a piece of the title, better to get rid of him NOW so they can focus on the REAL business at hand. Once Stormm is flattened into a pile of Stormmy-Orangey mush, Kaard and Showtime start in on each other. Kaard gets the upper hand in the initial volley, but Showtime answers right back with a plate of chops for Justin Kaard.
Kaard staggering back, Showtime presses the attack ... only to have Stormm holding onto his left ankle! Showtime stomping at the hands and fingers of Stormm to escape his grasp, Showtime turns right into a leg lariat from Justin Kaard. The surprise of the attack sending both men to the mat, Kaard quickly goes for the cover ... but Stormm is on the right level to break the attempt.
Jerry Andrews: Smart move by Kaard, all he’s got to do is pin Showtime and that’s the end of the match!
Al Laiman: Stormm is at a severe disadvantage here. He’s got to pin BOTH men, but Stormm being as thick-headed as he is, probably sees that as a good thing. Showtime struggling to make it to his feet, Justin is ready with several punches and an Irish Whip. Stormm building up a head of steam, he ducks under an attempted clothesline and on the return trip ... Showtime is there alongside Justin Kaard! Whoops. Stormm in a bad spot, he dives feet first at both men ... a foot for each man in a beautiful front dropkick that drops both men in front of him.
Stormm popping right back up, he beckons for the crowd to make some noise as he heads straight for Wryght. Dragging him to his feet, he grabs him by the hair and throws Showtime out of the ring ... following him with evil intent on his mind. Showtime continuing to walk around the ring to try and create space, Stormm quickly catches up and grabs Showtime by the whole of his head ... leading him to the cornerpost. They say you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink? Maybe not, but you can lead a Michael Wryght to a cornerpost and make him eat it. And eat it Showtime does.
Stormm slams Showtime full force into the corner post and watches him drop to the floor. Going to pick him up again, he gets Showtime to his feet before ... out of nowhere, Justin Kaard OVER the cornerpost to the outside with a scintillating cross body block on both opponents that leaves everyone downed. Kaard may have gotten just as much of the impact as Showtime and Stormm, but does that really matter right now? He didn’t die.
Jerry Andrews: Amazing move by Kaard, but can he capitalize?!
Al Laiman: He’d better if he wants to walk out with that title!Kaard going straight for the co-champion, he picks Showtime up ... and catches a rake of the eyes for his troubles. Perfection at ringside screaming for her man, Showtime nods and staggers away ...leaving Storm to trail behind him, clutching at Showtime’s boots. Dragging Stormm with him, he finally gives up and lays several shots to the head into Stormm’s cranium before rummaging under the ring for something. He yells in frustration and turns to Perfection who digs into her Louis Vuitton bag and pulls out ... a set of handcuffs?!
Jerry Andrews: We’ve seen this before, Al! He’s looking to eliminate Stormm from the picture! As he fumbles with the handcuffs, Stormm begins to fight back ... but it’s to no avail and soon, Showtime has Stormm handcuffed to the bottom rope! Showtime laughing and mocking Stormm as he fights with every fiber of his being, Showtime goes to turn his attention back to Justin Kaard ... who is in the ring near the ropes. Showtime crawling in, Kaard suddenly pops up and begins hammering away on Showtime. He was playing possum! Kaard putting every pound of force he can muster into the hammer blows, he’s got Showtime beaten down enough to drag him to the center of the ring.
Stormm is calling for Lindsay to hurry up and hurry she does. And looks ravishing doing it. Fumbling under the ring, she takes what seems to be an eternity before she re-emerges with a set of bolt cutters! Stormm was prepared for this eventuality, having stashed them under the ring before the show started.
Al Laiman: Bolt cutters! How cheap, Jerry! That’s just cheap, those bolt cutters aren’t yours I bet! PCW property, you miscreant! Put them back!
Jerry Andrews: Cheap like handcuffs, eh Al?
Al Laiman: Watch it, Andrews ...As Lindsay works to free Stormm, Justin has scaled to the top turnbuckle and has his sights directly on the downed Showtime. Taking aim, he begins to move ... but it’s Stormm! Stormm is free! Scaling the ropes to meet Kaard, the shaking of the ropes is enough to throw Justin off ... but not enough to stop him as he takes off a split second before Stormm can reach him. The rotations, man ... THE ROTATIONS! It’s a corkscrew ... no, it’s a shooting star press ... IT’S BOTH! The Seattle Spacewalk! Kaard is there!
Stormm, seeing the match slip away, does the only thing he can think of: springboard to the top rope. As he does, Kaard is coming down on Showtime ... and Stormm comes down on Kaard with an elbow across the shoulders and the neck of Kaard! The impact astronomical, the crowd pops heavily at the action. Kaard hits the Seattle Spacewalk while Stormm manages to hit Kaard with a springboard elbow at the point of impact!
Al Laiman: Un-@#$%-ing believable!Showtime crushed under both men’s weight, Kaard rolls off to the side and Stormm falls on top of Showtime to take advantage of the added momentum to make the opportunistic pinfall attempt.
1 ...
2 ...
...
... 3!
Stormm has pinned Showtime! Stormm now holds half of the World Championship!
Jerry Andrews: Stormm is half the world champion, Al!
Al Laiman: Oh god NO! C’mon, someone get that prestigious belt off of that animal.Stormm with a fire now lit underneath him, he picks Kaard up ... wisely sizing him up as the man he needs to focus on. Several knee shots to the ribs and Kaard is gasping for breath. Showtime is a mess on the canvas and it’s Stormm and Kaard going at it across the ring. Not one to rest on his laurels, Stormm is focusing heavily on the ribs, making sure that Kaard pays for the last time the two were face to face on Trauma. He’s going to make every last breath something for Kaard to regret ... and the declaration not to screw with his family.
Stormm hanging Kaard on the top rope with a face front suplex, Showtime is up out of nowhere and forces Stormm out of the ring through the ropes. Looking out at Stormm and back to Kaard, Showtime gets a wild idea and bounces off the ropes behind him. Running across the ring, he leaps onto the second rope and springboards at an angle to where he lands with a double foot stomp onto Justin Kaard’s exposed back.
The momentum toppling him OFF of Kaard, he falls out to the floor ... and lands on Stormm with a falling cross body! A calculated risk, and one he was willing to take in order to take out both of his opponents and buy him some more time. The crowd is roaring at the desire these three men have shown thus far. Skylar Marshall is sitting next to the ring announcer but saying nothing to ANYONE. There’s no TELLING what’s going on in his head. All his allies have deserted him. He has NOTHING left now ...
Nothing except revenge.
Skylar not the smallest of individuals, he makes his way over to the downed Stormm and the downed Showtime, shaking his head in disgust as he slides into the ring where Justin Kaard is laying in agony, trying his best to catch his breath. The referee admonishing Skylar, Skylar can be heard yelling ‘I’m your boss, you nitwit!’ and shoving him aside. As Kaard moves to get up, Skylar is right there to kick him in the ribs. Several thick kicks to the side of Kaard and Skylar is livid, finally to the point of eruption.
The crowd cheers as Skylar lands another kick. He yells at Kaard to stand so he can take some more punishment ... but when Kaard doesn’t follow orders, he turns to leave the ring. And manages to turn into one Justin Michaels. Skylar’s mouth wide open, he grits his teeth after regaining his composure and goes to throw a punch at Stormm ... who effortlessly catches it and holds Skylar’s hand hostage. Looking at the impudence of the boss, Stormm shakes his head and boots Skylar in the gut.
There’s no one to save him now!
A suplex set up ... fisherman style with the leg hooked. He’s up ... HE’S WAY UP! FORCE OF NATURE ... ON SKYLAR MARSHALL! The crowd explodes in unison as Skylar Marshall’s body hits the canvas! Stormm pops up to his feet and gestures to the crowd, absolutely proud and in the moment of his exacting revenge. Skylar is down and out, Kaard is down ... it’s time to finish -
... and there’s Showtime. Finally come a-callin’. He waited for Stormm to get his hands on Marshall, no small amount of personal satisfaction there. However, with Stormm so enraptured with his handiwork, it was time to take advantage and get his title belt back. Spinning Stormm around on his heels, he boots Stormm in the gut and doubles him over. With a perverse grin, Showtime hooks his OWN suplex set up ... AND THE LEG! Could we be seeing the beginning of ...
IT IS! THE FISHERMAN’S SUPLEX! Michael Wryght’s own fisherman suplex, legendary in the business. He hoists Stormm up and drops him back-first to the mat. The impact sickening, the referee it right there to make the count.
1!
2!
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... 3!
Showtime has pinned Stormm and taken back his half of the belt! Stormm down for the count, Showtime staggers to his feet. It looks as though after all the abuse this match has wreaked upon his body, Showtime will be the one to lay claim to his belt. Grabbing Kaard once he makes it to his own feet, he drags the man up and ... quick small package!
1!
2!
...
NO!
Showtime kicks out at the last moment!
Kaard is in agony, but he’s right there at the finish line! He’s got Showtime in his sights and after such a sudden rollup, Showtime’s nerves are racing. He’s on his feet in a few moments and there’s Kaard waiting for him. Boot to the midsection! Kaard turns and hooks the head of Showtime from in front ... but Showtime pushes Kaard away in a last desperate survival strategy ... but Kaard bounces back on hooks the head again! This time, the momentum is enough to carry him up and over ... ADRENALINE RUSH!
Kaard plants his knees firmly into Showtime’s back with a sick looking lungblower with the over-the-top velocity added on top of that. With a final last ditch lunge, Kaard goes for the pinfall!
1!
2!
...
Stormm dives for the save ....!
...
3!
But it’s too late!
DING DING DING!
Winner: Justin Kaard
The crowd is on their feet for the amazing display of athleticism shown by all three of these men. Skylar has rolled out of the ring to the safety of the ring, while Stormm and Showtime are both recuperating off to the side. Kaard ascending each turnbuckle with pyro going off at random intervals, the crowd is cheering not for the man. No, thanks to his earlier inflammartory comments he’s not the most well-received people at the moment.
No, the fans are cheering for the great show from top to bottom that they have been treated to.
And as Justin Kaard begins to head to the back with the both World Championship half-belts in tow, the crowd lets fly a
THIS WAS AWESOME! chant the reverbs around the arena, zipping up the backbone of every person in attendance ...
... that is, until the lights go out.
You didn’t think it was OVER did you?
The crowd is hushed, Justin Kaard’s celebration victory cut short by the overload of power in the arena. Maybe the generators couldn’t handle it? The crowd murmurs and lowers the volume. The PCWTron comes to life, not with video ... but with a voice. The female voice, the one from the past few weeks. What can this mean? What is she saying?!
‘Don’t open your eyes, you won’t like what you see .... ‘The crowd is in complete confusion as ‘
Happiness in Slavery’ by
Nine Inch Nails begins to play over the loudspeakers. The PCWTron is still video-devoid, but the music is loud and jarring. The crowd gasps as lights slowly start strobing around the ring area. The lights are way up in the top of the building and only silhouettes are visible in the ring.
Then ... a spotlight.
It’s ... HER!
EIRA!
EIRA HAS RETURNED TO PCW!
The crowd explodes in shock at the sudden arrival. Eira is here at Game Over 3! But that ... that can only mean one thing ...
The lights go down before anyone can extrapolate or speculate. A second spotlight shines in tandem with Eira. But the figure ... is NOT who you would think it to be. The Shin Akuma mask. The blood red, black and white trappings. The Aviators. The hooded robe. Can it be that ... but where ... it’s not him It can’t be! MONROE all but abandoned PCW!
But it is! IT’S MONROE STANDING SIDE BY SIDE WITH EIRA!
The two are motionless, but resolute. Firm in their stance. The lights go down once more ... the strobe lights are causing some serious video distortion for the audience at home but it’s more than clear that MONROE is standing side by side with Eira. What can this mean, what ...?
The lights are down again. No more spotlight. The crowd is left shocked at the sudden turn of events. The song is suddenly interrupted by a HUGE crash of something otherworldly, at least that’s how loud it it. Suddenly, the ring ropes are engulfed in flames ... and the three in the ring are lit up hellishly. Their features distorted by the jumping flames and sick orange and reds.
Oh...did I say ... THREE?!
The behemoth to Eira’s left looks familiar and unfamiliar all at the same time. His long straggly beard. The height. The clothes and the mannerisms ... but the metallic mask on his face is enough to throw ANYone off the trail. It’s him ... isn’t it? It looks like him. And as he raises his head, all three of them look to the center of the ring where four championships lay.
The World Championship.
The Tag Team Championships.
... The International Championship.
The four belts laying in a pile before them, the group close in together and and a small ring of fire slowly rises from the canvas to surround the championships ... all but daring anyone to come and take them. The message is clear, and yet ... not so clear. What does this mean for PCW? What will happen come Trauma 140? And will we get any answers as to what the FUCK IS GOING ON?!
-CLICK!-
Rikkashot def. Mr. Tickles
Arica Lewitt def. Sterling Werner
Nathan Saniti def. Q to become the Genesis Champion
Kelli Starr wins the six-person Gauntlet for the Gold to become the North American Champion
The Flying Freebooters def. The New Breed & A Mystery Team to become the Tag Team Champions
Non Compos Mentis def. Tyler Scott
Whitey Ford def. Ace Anderson to remain the International Champion
Justin Kaard def. Michael Wryght and Justin Michaels to become the Undisputed World Champion