Post by Murdoc on Apr 25, 2014 19:06:00 GMT -5
Welcome to this week’s edition of P.C.W. TRAUMA! We’re coming hot off the heels of what could be considered one of the most brutal, violent and AMAZING pay-per-views in P.C.W. history! We’re shown several stills of the happenings: Nathan Saniti throwing N. Saniti through a huge mirror. Kelli Starr finally getting her revenge on the Flying Freebooters for being a nuisance to her for the past few months and Stormm celebrating with the Genesis title. The appearance of Mr. President Patrick Gregory Brooks with the cadre of Superstars to represent P.C.W.’s newest battlefield, The Underground!
Rick Majors finally getting some measure of closure in his still-bubbling feud with Tyler Scott via victory! Let’s not forget the brutal Junkyard Brawl with Non Compos Mentis defeating Murdoc for The North American Championship, or Michael Wryght pinning Grimm for the International Championship. And finally ... Whitey Ford managing to overcome the odds and defeat Eira and Andy D for the World Championship! There are a lot of combustible elements, questions to be answered, and things to be brought up once more as we head to the ring to kick things off right ... with a little action!
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Match One
Four Corners Match
Cory ‘The Bear’ Steel vs. Donzig vs. Anson(w/Suende) vs. Tyrone ‘Crazy Boy’ Smith
Referee: Nolan Burke
Donzig stalks from the back, pausing to sneer at the crowd before shaking his head as ‘Determined’ by Mudvayne blares over the P.A. system. The heavy riffs accentuating his walk to the ring, he climbs inside before walking around the ropes. Climbing the nearest turnbuckle to glare at the fans, Donzig hops down and begins dashing around the ring ... building up the adrenaline and reaction time that will hopefully carry him smoothly (or roughly, depending on who you ask) through the match to be held.
Mudvayne is replaced by Bonehead and their tune ‘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 ... leaving Suende to stalk the outside of the ring like a hungry piranha, waiting for fresh meat to come her way.
The arena turns red and black with the crowd growing into cheers, the bells of the song ring, and "Heaven Knows" by The Pretty Reckless plays! Cory Steel emerges from the back a calm and focused look on his face. Cory pauses looking over his shoulder when Othello Craven walks out. The two men continue down the ramp when from through the crowd three masked men crawl over the barricades, they fall in line behind Cory. As Cory walks down the ramp he smirks as he looks left then right seeing the crowd clapping to the rythm of the song and the growing chants of his name. He rolls under the bottom rope quickly getting to his feet and goes straight to his corner. Taking a hair tie from his pocket he pulls his hair back and then remains still. The rest of his bodyguards take a watchful stand in Cory's corner.
The lights flicker and fade out as the pulsating beats of Dope Star Inc's "10000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" pops on the PA system. Smoke fills the arena as a figure stands in the middle of it. All the sudden, Crazy Boy comes out of the smoke and pumps a fist in the air. He walks down the entryway and climbs the ropes of the ring. He bounces around the ropes a few times, pumps his fist in the air one last time and stares around at the gathered opponents. Hungry, angry people ... all looking to make a name for themselves in the Underground.
Donzig and Anson want to start, while Cory Steel and Crazy Boy find no objection; why go first when you can simply pick up the pieces later?
Anson and Donzig meeting in the center of the ring, it’s not long before the first volley is fired in the form of a stiff right hand from Donzig. Anson retaliates with his own punch and we’re off to the races! This match is DEFINITELY not going to be pretty. In fact, it’s already starting to look Rolling Stones group photo ugly. The pair trading heavy handed shots, it’s Donzig who gets the upperhand and forces Anson back into a neutral corner. Raining down shots, Anson does well to block 3/4 of them, but the other portion is enough to rock the painted assassin. (HISTORY PLUG; Look It Up!)
Grabbing Anson by the wrist, he Irish Whips him across the ring. Or at least, he would, if Anson had not reversed. Donzig hitting the turnbuckles on the opposite side, Anson is half a step behind and goes for another Irish Whip but instead reverses his own direction and brings Donzig back towards him, pulling Donzig down and directing the man directly into his thrust forward knee. The impact hitting Donzig directly between the eyes, Anson goes to attempt a cover but ... SLAP! The sound of flesh on flesh ringing out, Crazy Boy takes it upon himself to enter the match for the first time this evening.
Anson letting a twisted grin cross his features, he steps aside with an overly gracious flourish and allows Crazy Boy to enter ... whereupon he drops Smith with a huge lariat to the back of the neck. The referee watching intently, he’s making no attempt to get involved ... showing that the rules are slightly more lax in this sort of situation. Crazy Boy and Donzig both struggling to return to their feet, Donzig is first and lands on Crazy Boy with a Lou Thesz press. Pounding away on Smith, the referee isn’t attempting to break up the hold or even warn Donzig about closed fists. It’s gonna be THAT type of match huh?
Crazy Boy realizing that the ref will not be breaking this up, he takes it upon himself to explode out of nowhere with a massive show of strength and force Donzig off of him. Crazy Boy rattled, he scrambles towards the corner and tags in Cory Steel, leaving Donzig to watch as the Bear stalks into the ring. Cracking his knuckles, one of the more vocal proponents of the Underground begins to circle with Donzig. The two meeting in the center of the ring, Donzig going for a flurry of punches and kicks. Steel, however, has other plans and literally shoves Donzig off of him and back a few feet.
Donzig landing on his feet, he’s met with an incredible burst of speed from the Bear, followed by a huge clothesline that drops Hardcore Incarnate. There have been studies done that denote a man’s best chance to avoid bears is to run downhill; the center of gravity is affected to allow a chance at escape. As Donzig clambers to his feet, Cory is ready and levels him with a follow-up Big Boot that plants Donzig to the mat once again. Dozing, the heart of a fighter, staggers to his feet but is finally felled for more than a few seconds with a HUGE Spinebuster.
Cory goes for the pin, which the referee is only TOO happy to count.
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... -BREAK! The pin is broken by the foot of Anson connecting with the back of Cory Steel’s skull. A flurry of punches and Cory seems to be shrugging them off as he rises. The referee doesn’t bother breaking up the fight and soon, Crazy Boy is in from the outside to help Anson keep the much larger Cory Steel down. Cory fighting his way to his feet valiantly under the torrential downpour of blows, he finally manages to break the trend and shoves them both aside ... long enough to allow Donzig to nail a low blow on the Bear.
Finally, Cory Steel drops to the mat in pain and ... is it going to break down into a free-for-all?! Anson and Crazy Boy going at it, Donzig manages to Slither (HA! Number two on the History Shot; LOOK IT UP!!) off to the side ... hoping to remain low-key (Okay okay, I’m done after this one.) while he catches his breath from the constant blitzkrieg of his opponents. Cory down in the middle of the ring, it’s Anson and Crazy Boy battling tooth and nail off to the side. Both men are swinging for the fences until an inopportune misstep by Anson lets Crazy Boy send him over the top rope and to the floor with a huge clothesline! Crazy Boy nodding to the crowd, they’re on their feet as Smith bounces off the opposite set of ropes and ... SUICIDE DIVE!
The impact sends Anson flying and Crazy Boy going along with him! The crowd lets fly a 'HOLY SHIT!’ chant while Suende rushes to the fallen combatants, not even bothering to check on Anson. Instead, she makes it her job to kick Crazy Boy in the back and side repeatedly, even stomping on him a few times with her pointed heels.
The referee focused on both sets of action at the same time ... wait. What? That’s right. Steel and Donzig are back to their feet and battling it out on the far side of the ring. Cory obviously feeling the effects of the low blow, his mobility is impaired as he proceeds to ignore agility and lay into Donzig with huge punches. Donzig retaliating with renewed determination, there’s a break in the storm coming ... but who will land the shot that turns the tide?!
It’s DONZIG, with a Spear! GORE! GORE! GORRRRRRRRRRRE!
Donzig dropping onto Steel for the cover, the ref is ready and drops to make the count!
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3-no! Cory gets out at the last second with a shoulder. Donzig rolls off of Steel, in disbelief at the survivability of Steel. As Donzig slowly climbs to his feet, it looks to be the newcomer’s night! Can he polish off the PCW mainstay in his debut match?! He’s setting up, looking to put Steel away for good as the Bear lumbers to life once more. He turns to face Donzig and ...
... NO! Crazy Boy with the missle dropkick from the side! Donzig is down! Steel quick to toss Crazy Boy back out to the floor the hard way, he picks Donzig up and hooks him up. Suplex ... no! Trouble in the East; the inverted brainbuster! He drops Donzig to the mat with a vicious THUD and is in perfect placement for the pin. Dropping on top of his fallen foe, the ref jumps in to make the count.
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3!
Anson dives in to make the save but is it ...
YES! It’s too late! The crowd jumps to its’ feet as Cory gets the pinfalll on Donzig!
Winner: Cory Steel via pinfall
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Match Two
Singles Match
‘Darkstar’ Desmond Schon vs. Gem
Referee: Austin Shaw
As the opening strains of "Years Ago" by Alice Cooper filter in over the PA, the lights go dim and the crowd grows quiet as the eerie notes and spooky sound of the singer's voice fill the air. A pale spotlight shines in the center of the entrance stage, and Schon seems to slowly filter into the light from thin air, like a mirage. A dark grin crosses his face as he surveys the arena crowd and casually makes his way down to the ring.
Alice Cooper is suddenly replaced by ‘Witchcraft’ by Amira Yamaoka and out walks Gem to a mixed reaction. The crowd is eager to see these newcomers for the first time and they’re not hesitant to show it. She eschews the typical theatrics of an entrance and walks towards the ring. Completely ignoring everything and everyone around her, Gem stares straight ahead ... her gaze fixed on the ring and her opponent. Reaching ringside, Gem slowly climbs the stairs and nimbly hops into the ring. Gem remains absolutely still and waits with predatory focus for the match to begin.
And begin the match does! In a flash, Gem is across the ring with lightning-quick strikes! Schon is taken completely off-guard as Gem begins to pinpoint the man’s joints. Elbows and knees. Precision strikes, surgically accurate and viscerally effective. Before long, Schon is down to a knee and Gem standing over top of him, nearly unable to respond in any measurable fashion. And then ...
... BOOM! a sickening thumb to the eyes. You’d think the poor woman’s eyeball had been forced out of the skull through the back of her head. Gem staggers back, desperately trying to regain her vision as Schon takes the opportunity to catch his breath ... shake the tenderness out from his joints. The only thing that’ll really help out is time, and time he is short on for Gem will be right back on the attack once she’s able to see clearly again.
As Schon pushes his advantage, he nabs her from behind and takes her to the mat in a quick, clean motion. Gem hitting the mat face-first, Schon begins to repeatedly pound her head into the mat. Over and over and over. Brutal in its’ efficiency, Schoon finally relents for all of two seconds. Backing away from his fallen prey, the referee isn’t anywhere to be found as Schon lets his opponent get to a knee before laying her out with a running knee to the sternum. Gem forced back to the mat again, Schon goes for the pinfall.
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... Gem with the shoulder up at two! There’s still fight in this one yet. Dragging her to his feet, Schon has already made a huge mistake as Gem begins chopping at the man’s legs with savage kicks. Schon forced to retreat slightly, Gem refuses to back away and forces Schon into a nearby corner. Pressing the issue, Gem clinches in the corner Muay Thai style and begins to land devastating knees to the ribs and kicks to the lower legs. The crowd is wincing in pain at the relentlessness of the woman’s strikes. Schon going for his own clench, he positions it just right after blocking a knee with his own leg that he is able to drop to the ground and land an insidious jawbreaker that breaks the clench.
Gem staggering back, she’s clearly rocked by the impact and Schon is on her out of desperation, landing a a running faceplant. Gem taking a lot of attacks to the head, it’s no wonder why Desmond Schon can be seen as a little bit ... sadistic. Standing, Schon grabs Gem by the hair and begins to drag her along the canvas ... scraping her flesh against the rough mat. Finally getting her into place, he drops an elbow and makes a cover.
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... Gem with another kickout at two. The woman is not out just yet and it’s clearly having an effect on Schon’s mental state. Tired of the constant strikes, Schon picks Gem up and scoops her up into powerslam position. Perhaps a shoulderbreaker. Perhaps ... some other time. Gem slipping off of the man’s shoulder and behind him, she lands several kicks to the back of the knee and once he’s weakened, wraps her arm around his neck and pulls back. Reverse DDT! NO! What Dreams May Come, Desmond Schon?! The rolling cutter planting Schon on the mat, she drops on top of him for her first pinfall attempt of the match.
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... 3!
Winner: Gem via pinfall
Well we’re just about ready for our next match when --
“SCUM OF…THE EARTH… COME ON!”
Hold on.
The heavy beat of drum and harsh guitar kick in immediately after hearing the voice of Rob Zombie blasting over the PA system. Instead of the typical chorus of boos, the fans give a restrained and mixed response as the face of the ‘Born Psycho’ flashes across the Tron. The PCW Faithful waits 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 finally walks out onto the stage with the North American title over his shoulder and the crowd greets him with an odd response that can only be described as strangely respectful. The man himself looks decidedly saner and smarter than normal, wearing full jeans, a plain black t-shirt and a denim jacket. Even his hair is trimmed back neatly. Something is clearly very different to NCM tonight, and the educated PCW fans know it after seeing his recent comments on Twitter on PCW’s official website. Calmly he begins to make his way down to the ring, striding down the ramp with a few curious looks to the crowd 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. He looks to the crowd again in slight surprise as a reasonable contingent shout the refrain along with the music in support.
“I’M BREATHING! I’M BLEEDING! I’M SCREAMING! SCUM OF… THE EARTH… COME ON!”
The powerful, frenzied beat goes on as NCM lingers on the apron for a thoughtful moment then climbs into the ring. Keeping the North American Title over his shoulder, Mentis makes his way over to the opposite ropes and asks for a microphone that is duly handed to him by Mark Long before moving back to the middle of the ring. As he stands there looking out at the PCW Faithful, ‘Scum of the Earth’ fades out and leaves only the strange and unexpected applause of the crowd.
NCM lifts a hand to the crowd as if to ask for quiet and they respectfully dim down just a little so that he can lift the mic to his mouth and speak. But just as he does he is stunned by a chant that starts low but gathers momentum fast.
“N-C-M! N-C-M! N-C-M!” the PCW Faithful chants, not in a show of support but more of respect for one of PCW’s longest serving superstars. They have watched him and hated him over the course of 8 years, but they also respect the blood, sweat and tears he has given for the company they love. Silently, NCM turns in the ring and stares at the whole audience until once more they start to die down and he dares to speak.
Non Compos Mentis: It’s been a long ol’ time since we’ve shared something like that, hasn’t it?
This only serves to bring about a massive cheer from the fans and inside the ring NCM looks visibly emotional as if he is finally understanding the consequences of something he is about to do. After a few moments, the crowd quietens again and allows Mentis to speak once more.
Non Compos Mentis: You know what’s funny? Eight and a half years ago some reckless punk walked into Pure Class Wrestling and one of the first things he did was insult every champion this company had, and then he picked a fight with one of its greatest ever superstars in Ace Anderson. He did everything he could to be despised by you guys and the one time he actually earned your cheers after years of hard work and suffering, he threw them away for nothing. The funny thing is this… that reckless punk stands in front of you today and after everything I’ve put you through you still find it in your hearts to chant ‘N-C-M’. I haven’t said it enough over the years but you are what makes PCW special… thank you all.
The crowd erupts again into a self-congratulatory ovation as Mentis gives his own round of applause to them inside the ring. NCM gives the crowd as long as they need to get it out of their system and then begins again as the noise lessens.
Non Compos Mentis: It was against Ace and Slither... you guys remember Slither right? (A surprisingly large cheer rings out for the former PCW World Champion) It was against those two that I ended up winning my first North American Title back in 2005 and now it looks like we’re back where we started. Eight years later… a Tag Team Title, a Genesis Title, a World Title, Loki knocking my ass out of the Icemann Invitational every year or so and four North American title reigns to my name… and everything’s come full circle.
He’s pacing around the ring now, holding the North American title on his shoulder tightly as if he doesn’t want to let go of it. Still there are cheers from the crowd at the references from NCM’s past in PCW but he continues to tell his story.
Non Compos Mentis: As much as winning and holding the PCW World Championship means to me, this right here means something else entirely. From the first time I held it, it felt like it had found its rightful place on my shoulder. Through battles with Johnny Vivacious, Benjamin Banks, Al Laiman, Anthony Douglas, Kaden Keene, Crazy Boy, Areas, High Tide… all the way up to Murdoc, I have established a legacy on the North American Title. I have held this title longer than any other man in PCW history and every match meant something because every PCW superstar knows that if you win this title it is the beginning of a great legacy to come.
The champion gives a longing look down at his shoulder and then hesitantly removes the title and holds it in front of him. He closes his eyes for a moment and then looks back up to the stage and almost through that into the back.
Non Compos Mentis: But Mass Destruction wasn’t about a stepping stone to the future. It was about recapturing the past and proving I could still win one more match against the very best this business has. And Prophet, Marcus, BLACKED OUT, or just Murdoc, whatever name you want to go by, you have always been one of the best. Regardless of what we said and did to each other, how long those wounds will last, it was a true honor to compete with you and it is a fitting end to any legacy.
A silence descends in a single second as Mentis takes the North American belt and slowly, carefully lays it down on the mat in a perfect line in the centre of the ring. Murmurs of confusion and suspicion begin to circulate around the crowd as Mentis merely looks down at the title for few moments, perhaps wondering if he should change his mind and pick it up… but he doesn’t.
Non Compos Mentis: I’ve never backed down from a fight, and that’s something I’m proud of, but it takes its toll. Murdoc, you gave me one last brawl, one last hurrah and one final chance to put the cap on my legacy inside this ring before time caught up to me. But now, I lay down the title that I’ve held four times and I look to that lockerroom and say this… now it’s your turn!
An instinctive cheers comes from the Faithful as the impact of what NCM is saying begins to hit home.
Non Compos Mentis: I have been privileged to do what I love in PCW for over eight years, and in front of the best fans I could hope for. As Non Compos Mentis or Sean Rhodes you have either booed me out of the arena or cheered me to amazing victories and every single one is a memory I will never forget…
In the background another chant begins to form and Mentis takes a step back once it becomes loud enough to hear clearly. Stopping in mind thought he allows the Faithful to build volume as they understand this is the last time they might see Non Compos Mentis.
“Thank You Mentis! Thank You Mentis! Thank You Mentis!” the chant goes on and an applause behind it gathers into an ovation for one of PCW’s longest tenured stars. Visibly emotional now, NCM tries to hold himself back as they crowd continues to chant and chant. He tries to lift the microphone to speak a couple of times but is overwhelmed by the sound within the arena. Finally it drops to a level enough for him to finally speak once more.
Non Compos Mentis: I will never forget a single match, and I will cherish those memories forever… but now it is time for somebody else to step up and make this title their own, it is time for somebody else to be the person you despise and it is time that Non Compos Mentis finally says thank you and leaves the spotlight to the future of PCW.
With that, ‘Scum of the Earth’ hits again, and Mentis hands the microphone to Mark Long at ringside for the last time. He gives one last long applause to the fans and a look down at the North American Title that is still resting in the middle of the ring. Climbing to the outside of the ring, the PCW Faithful begins another massive “N-C-M! N-C-M! N-C-M!” chant that can be heard above even the raucous music.
NCM walks slowly up the ramp, taking in every cheer and clap as he makes his way to the back for the last time. Step by step he goes until he reaches the stage and turns to look down to the ring. He gives a last bout of applause to the fans he has performed in front of for eight years and finally walks behind the curtain. The camera looks down to the ring and at the North American Title belt, now ownerless, before the cameras fade to a commercial break.