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Post by Papi El Sueno on Aug 17, 2012 22:46:39 GMT -5
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring... TRIPLE M! And his opponent... COLLIN LIGHTENING!
*DING! DING! DING!*
The bell rings as this match begins, and Collin begins delivering punches to the head of Triple M, he delivers about ten of them, before running into the ropes, then runs back at Triple M. Triple M catches him with a clothesline. Collin gets back to his feet, and Triple M connects with a belly to belly suplex! T'riple M lifts Colin up to his feet, and connects with a powerbomb into a flip over pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
Triple M lifts Collin up to his feet, and Collin begins delivering punches to Triple Ms head again, he connects with 7 punches before kicking Triple M in the midsection and connecting with a impaler DDT before going for the pin.
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
Collin goes out to the apron, and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He then waits for Triple M to get to his feet, once Triple M makes it to his feet, Collin leaps off and connects with a missile dropkick before going for the pin.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
Collin lifts Triple M up to his feet, and Triple M pushes Collin into the ropes. Collin runs back at Tiple M, and Triple M catches him with a powerslam. He then lifts Collin up to his feet, and connects with a spinebuster before going for the pin.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
Triple M goes to lift Collin up to his feet, but Collin begins delivering elbows to Triple Ms midsection, he then goes back to punching Triple M in the face, he delivers about 5 punches before kicking him in the midsection, and connecting with another impaler DDT!. Collin goes for the pin which could do it!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
Collin lifts Triple M up to his feet, and goes for another impaler DDT, but Triple M reverses it into a back body drop. He then lifts Collin up to his feet before lifting him up for a scoop powerslam! NO!!! Collin slides behind Triple M and looks to go for Wrecked! But Triple M pushes him into the ropes. Collin runs back at Triple M, and Triple M catches him with a spinebuster. Triple M then lifts Collin up to his feet, and connects with a powerbomb into a flip over pin!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
Triple M lifts Collin up with to his feet, and connects with a suplex. He then lifts Collin up to his feet and connects with a belly to belly suplex, then lifts Collin up to his feet, and goes for a scoop slam, but Collin fights out of it, slides behind him, goes for wrecked! and this time it connects! Collin goes for the pin!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
Triple M kicks out at two! Collin looks a tad bit frustrated before going out to the apron. Collin waits for Triple M to get back up. Once he's up to his feet, Collin springs onto the center of the ropes... SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK! NO! Triple M ducks and Collin somehow lands on his feet. Collin turns around, only for Triple M to boot him in the gut... and plant him down with the Impact Driver. Triple M immediately makes the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Your winner of this match up by pinfall... TRIPLE M!
"Revolution" by Pennywise hits and Triple M gets his arm raised in the air, but he doesn't care as he picks Collin up once more... and drives him down with another Impact Driver. As Collin lays in the ring, Triple M rolls out and walks up the ramp, paying no mind to the fans. As he reaches the stage, he flips everybody off before going behind the curtain. After five minutes or so, the medical personel helps Collin Lightening out of the ring and bring him up the ramp and to the backstage area. At this point, the sold out crowd has entered the TD Garden, with signs such as "Morrison and Sickboy both suck", "SJ Funk, please come back", "Nitemare is Main Event Material" and other signs the fans have brought to the table.
Jimmy Wilkes: Ladies and gentlemen! Please welcome, your PCW announce team! Hall of famers, Shannon "The Saint" Saint, and the "Voice of PCW"... DESIREE MILES!!!
Desiree enters first to a huge amount of cheers from the fans while they boo Shannon when he comes out. Desiree smiles and walks down the ramp, slapping hands with the fans and even embracing some of the kids with hugs. Meanwhile, Shannon takes some time to jawjack with them. They then take a seat at the announcers' table, waiting for their cue.
Jimmy Wilkes: Everybody! Wrestle Extravaganza II: Beantown Brawl is starting... RIGHT... NOW!!!
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Aug 17, 2012 22:47:04 GMT -5
[Before PCW officially re-opened, it was said that they were going to bring back a concept that hasn't been seen since the days of YouTube Championship Wrestling. Three months later, and it is certainly a reality. First time since 2010, a Wrestle Extravaganza event is to take place. The road to get to this point has been filled with hatred, intensity and everything in-between. And tonight is the night where it all comes to a head. And this television special is taking place only on the Premium Television Network.
Ever since Slamathon II last year, Michael Morrison has had a vendetta against The Elite. They betrayed him and helped Steve Storme defeat him for the PCW Platinum Championship. Morrison gained the upperhand as he defeated Yoshiru Long to become number one contender and then Sickboy to win the PCW World Heavyweight Championship at Cataclysm. Ever since PCW re-opened, the rivalry has only intensified, with Sickboy and Yoshiru attacking him at every turn. Now the rematch has been set and it is promised to be a brutal fight for the biggest prize in Premium Championship Wrestling.
The PCW Platinum Championship will be on the line as Adrien Cochrane, Heather Monroe and Draven Logan Kennedy will do battle against one another to become the new champion after Liam Reilly had to vacate it due to injury. A budding war between Adrien and Draven has surfaced for the past month, but add Heather Monroe into it and it's a recipe to spice things up. Will Heather be one step closer towards the Grand Slam title, will Adrien win his first championship in PCW, or can Draven once again become the Platinum Champion?
Tonight, it's Leon Lonewolf versus Yoshiru Long. Long time rivals meet up once more. Leon has never gotten the victory over Yoshiru in those battles for the World, but can he turn his fortune around or will Yoshiru claim victory once more?
The PCW Broadcast Championship is on the line as "The Lethal Latina" Danielle Lopez will take on rising star, "Rebellious Harmony" Jessica Harmony. While these two share a level of respect towards one another, they will no doubt leave those feelings aside as this is a title match. Can Danielle add another name to her long list of stars beaten in PCW, or will Jessica win her first ever championship and end one of wrestling's greatest streaks?
The finals of the PCW World Tag Team Championship takes place as The Disciples of Syn battle Scarred from Thunder! These two teams had to fight through hell to get to this stage. Scarlett Quinn finally finding a partner in Jay Thunder and together, they advanced to this point while Syn and Kai have methodically moved their way to this point. Both teams are different in styles but are good together. Who will be crowned new PCW World Tag Team Champions?
A casket match! That's what we're getting as Damon Warrens and Nightrain square off! These two have been through hell and back with mental games but tonight, they take it to a physical level and the thoughts of brutality will no doubt be there. Can the Nitemare slay the Train, or will Nightrain be able to put Damon into the casket and the ground like he promised?
Another tag team contest as The Pac make their debuts against Kyle Sync and Jerry Scarletti! Dante Daevain and The Phantom are new to the PCW circuit and they are looking to make a huge impact and impress PCW brass in giving them a tag team championship opportunity against either The Disciples of Syn or Scarred from Thunder. They'll have no problem going through Sync and Scarletti in this one.
A five way match to determine who faced either Heather Monroe, Adrien Cochrane or Draven Logan Kennedy for the PCW Platinum Championship in two weeks on Rapture, as Jerry Matthews, Justin Harmony, Brian Stryker, Jose Fernandez and Chaleb Jones all do battle in this match. These five men are wanting this grand opportunity to go after a prestigious championship and only the winner of this one will do just that. Question is, who will be getting that opportunity and take it into Portland, Maine in two weeks?
A singles match to take place on this grand night as Radar takes on "The Pastor Of The Church Of Faust" Chris Dash! Radar has shown some promise in his performances so far while Dash has kind of stumbled a bit. Both have the potential to succeed and the winner will no doubt send a message to the PCW brass but who will win is gonna be determined here tonight.
And finally, the eleventh edition of the Scars of Wrestling Cup match takes place as "The Celtic Warrior" Seamus O'Reilly, "The Pitbull" Jakob Alexander, Aurora Rose and "Controversy's Nightmare" Timothy Hunt face each other for their first cup. Timothy and Jakob are familiar with one another, with Jakob gaining a victory over Timothy recently on THW's flagship show Evolution, but Seamus and Aurora are two competitors you have to watch out for. Seamus is known for his strength and is somebody who will fight you til' the end, while Aurora is a high-flyer who can make you pay with her speed. These four are going to open up the show and no doubt will put out an exciting contest.
We are Premium Championship Wrestling, and we are proud to present...]"Sandpaper" by Fozzy blasts throughout the sound speakers in the TD Garden in Boston, Massachusetts as the soldout crowd of 19,100 people are on their feet, electrified for this event. Fireworks and pyro blast off from the entrance stage as green, yellow and blue colored lights that resemble the Celtics, Bruins and Patriots, are all over the arena. The fireworks and pyro die down as the focus switches to the commentator's table where Desiree Miles and Shannon Saint sit at ringside.DM: Hello ladies and gentlemen! Yes it is finally here! Welcome to Wrestle Extravaganza II: Beantown Brawl, live from the TD Garden in Boston, Massachusetts! I'm Desiree Miles alongside Shannon Taint, and we have a great show on tap for you tonight! SS: Hell yes we do! This is Wrestle Extravaganza! A big time special television event for PCW and all matches are of pay-per-view quality! This is gonna be great! DM: It is! Our main event is going to be one for the ages! Michael Morrison defends the PCW World Heavyweight Championship against Sickboy in a rematch from Cataclysm 2011! SS: This is definitely going to be a good one! We've been waiting for this one to happen again and it's finally occured! These two have trash talked one another back and forth and now, it's put up or shut up time! DM: We have the Platinum Championship on the line as Adrien Cochrane, Draven Logan Kennedy and Heather Monroe compete in a triple threat where the winner leaves Boston as the Platinum Champion! SS: This came about after Liam Reilly had to vacate the title due to an injury but these three talents are getting their chance here! Heather has done a lot here and a Platinum title reign would make her a World title win away from being PCW's first Triple Crown and Grand Slam Champion! While Adrien is looking to win his first title in PCW, and Draven is wanting to become a two time Platinum Champion! Three great stories rolled up into one match! DM: I know the fans are going to like this upcoming match up! The Elite's Yoshiru Long will go up against Leon Lonewolf in a Falls Count Anywhere No Holds Barred Match! SS: This has gotten personal between these two! Yoshiru and Leon have been on and off for quite sometime now and now that their rivalry is back on! They will be settling their differences in a match type that is bound to be brutal! DM: We have more championship action as Danielle Lopez will defend her PCW Broadcast Championship against Jessica Harmony! SS: Jessica Harmony has been on a roll since she got here! Two wins and zero losses, with her big victory over Heather Monroe two weeks ago! But she faces a huge test! Danielle beat Morrison on Rapture two weeks ago, not an easy feat to say the least! But it's going to be interesting to see if Jessica can pull off the upset or if Danielle can retain her dominance! DM: It's finally here! The finals of the PCW World Tag Team Championship tournament and it pits Scarred from Thunder against The Disciples of Syn! SS: Two very good teams here! Syn and Kai have been doing a lot of good work as a unit! Unbeaten, but so are Jay Thunder and Scarlett Quinn! Both teams can flat out go and it'll be interesting to see how they do here! DM: First time ever in PCW! Nightrain and "The Nitemare" Damon Warrens will do battle... in a Casket match! SS: Oh yes! A Casket match! Two very odd individuals face off in a brutal match that makes it's PCW debut! There's going to be blood and somebody is gonna end up in a casket for sure! DM: In more tag team action! The Pac will make their PCW debut as they square off against Jerry Scarletti and Kyle Sync of The Jobbers for Hire! SS: This is gonna be a total squash match! I can't see Stink and Scarletti win! They suck ass! Chalk it up to The Pac! DM: We also present an opportunity for five competitors as Jerry Matthews, Justin Harmony, Brian Stryker, Jose Fernandez and Chaleb Jones all do battle where the winner will gain a shot at the PCW Platinum Championship match in two weeks on Rapture! SS: These five are getting a grand opportunity here! A Platinum Championship opportunity! They're all good talents of course, but this is a five way match where the one who gets the pin or submission gets the win! I'm dying to see who comes out on top though! Should be a good one! DM: In one on one action! Chris Dash will take on Radar! SS: It should be a high impact classic! Both obviously have talent, just Dash has stumbled out of the gates while Radar suffered a set back last week! Both have grand opportunities to get back on the right trail but only one can do just that! DM: And of course, the Scars of Wrestling Cup! Jakob Alexander, Aurora Rose, Seamus O'Reilly and Timothy Hunt do battle to determine who will win their first cup! SS: You have four talents who know what their doing in the ring! Seamus is a great wrestler and Aurora proved her worth as well! Timothy Hunt has been on a roll between both here and THW and Jakob... he's a good wrestler but a piece of crap! Anybody could really win it but for shits sake... anybody other than Jakob! DM: Well this is your opinion of course! But right now, let's go backstage and catch up with the PCW World Heavyweight Champion, Michael Morrison! The scene goes backstage where the PCW World Heavyweight Champion, Michael Morrison, is walking down a corridor. The man known as true greatness is wearing his ring gear; black pants with red lettering that say “True” down his right leg and “Greatness” down his left. The PCW World Heavyweight Championship belt is draped perfectly over his right shoulder and his black Oakley sunglasses are resting perfectly over his eyes. Morrison has a confident smirk on his face as you hear someone running up to him from behind.Michelle Silva: Excuse me, Mr. Morrison, may I get a quick word with you? Morrison stops dead in his tracks and looks over at Michelle.“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: What, Ms. Silva, do you want? Michelle Silva: I’d like to get an interview with you before your big title defense tonight against Sickboy. Michael slowly removes his sunglasses and places them on the top of his head. He flashes a look of disbelief on his face.“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Hold on, Ms. Silva, let me see if I have this all straight. Not too long ago you were exposed as being associated with the Elite. Hell, you even got in a car with my opponent tonight and after some, shall we say, suggestive dialogue, who knows what the nature of your relationship is with that man. He is married with a kid, by the way. I’m not sure if you knew that or even cared. But after all that, you actually have the nerve to approach true greatness and act like nothing ever happened? After all that, you approach the PCW World Heavyweight Champion and expect him to just stand here cordially and answer your questions? Am I getting all of this correct? Michelle gulps hard and looks quite sheepish.Michelle Silva: Well Michael, I am a professional and I have a job to do. Morrison rolls his eyes and laughs.“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: A professional? Christ Almighty, you have to be kidding me. Ms. Silva, how about this? Let ME interview YOU. How’s that? Michelle just stares dumbfounded at Michael who grabs the microphone out of her hand.“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Ladies and Gentlemen, I am YOUR Premium Championship Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion, Michael Morrison, reporting live backstage at Wrestle Extravaganza and my guest at this time is none than Michelle Silva, who is apparently the official mouthpiece of the Elite. Michelle, how are you doing this fine evening? Michelle Silva: … “True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Well I couldn’t have said it better myself cupcake. Michelle, my first question is simple; why throw away all of your integrity to work for a collection of goons and thugs like the Elite? Michelle Silva: Um, er, gee… “True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Very informative Ms. Silva, thank you. My next question is this; in addition to being the Elite’s official interviewer, are you Sickboy’s official whore? Michelle looks at Michael distraught.Michelle Silva: I am not a whore. “True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Well you could have fooled me you dumb broad. My final question is this; after I kick Sickboy’s ass tonight, are you going to try and barge into my hotel room? If that’s your plan, sweetheart, you might as well forget it because I don’t take sloppy seconds. Only the fresh will do for true greatness. Michelle Silva: … “True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Ah, what’s the matter? Your mouth not work anymore? I guess you’ve used it so much lately that it probably does deserve a little rest. Well since you can’t talk, just stand there and listen to what I have to say. I’m tired of the Elite’s games. I’m tired of sneak attacks and I’m tired of hearing about people like you being used as rats. You’re trying to set me up? You’re trying to make me look bad? Well you can go rot in hell you stupid bitch. I am the PCW World Heavyweight Champion and I demand that you show me the proper respect. You think you’re being cute by trying to pull one over on me? You think you’re some clever spy or an undercover agent? Well you, along with the rest of the Elite, is going to look very foolish at the end of the night when I’m hoisting this large gold belt high in the air. Now Ms. Silva, you have about five seconds to get the hell out of my face before I do something I will regret. Go get your knee pads because I’m sure Curtis needs a little warm up before the main event tonight. A shaken up Michelle Silva walks out of camera view as Michael displays a very stern look.“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Sickboy, tonight is Wrestle Extravaganza. We’re live from Boston, Massachusetts, and soon, very soon, it’ll be you and I with everything on the line. Soon the PCW World Heavyweight Championship will be at stake and a statement will be made. So how are you feeling tonight, buddy? You feeling good and feeling strong? I mean, after all, this is what you’ve wanted all along, isn’t it? Amongst all the moaning, bitching and complaining, all you wanted was another match with Michael Morrison. Hell, it became your obsession. Instead of spending time with your family, you couldn’t stop talking about me. Instead of pursuing other interests, you concocted a plan to take me out. And you know what, you’ve done a pretty good job…at being a goon. You see Curtis, somewhere along the line, you went from being a wrestler to becoming a mercenary. Instead of doing the honorable thing and working your way back towards another PCW World Heavyweight Championship shot, you resorted to cheap shots and sneak attacks. In the short term, yes, you made an impact. I’ve lost count the number of times you have attacked me from behind and kicked my ass. Congratulations, sir, you would make a good criminal. But this is professional wrestling and the rules are different tonight. You must face me man-to-man and I don’t like your chances. Morrison smirks as he puts his shades back on.“True Greatness” Michael Morrison: Sickboy, I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again; I let you play your little games because I was concentrating on the greater good. I was concentrating on the most important thing in Premium Championship Wrestling…the PCW World Title. Leon Lonewolf was in my crosshairs and because of that, I decided to let you have your little moments in the sun. Nobody likes getting their ass kicked but hey, as long as I was still the PCW World Champion, I still had one up on you. But that all changes tonight. Tonight, you are going to have to answer for your attacks. Tonight, you are going to have to answer for your cheap shots. You see Sickboy, I was perfectly happy to give you a rematch at any time. I would have been happy to do it. Once upon a time, you were a good wrestler and you were someone that I looked forward to facing. But after running me down to anyone who would listen to you, attacking me on a show-by-show basis and getting people like Michelle Silva to do your dirty work, you’ve made this personal. My main focus is the PCW World Heavyweight Championship, there is no doubt about that, but I have a little extra motivation. I have a little extra drive to put you, and the Elite, back in your place. Just like in 2011, you guys were running amuck and I had to put a stop to it. Well tonight, I put a stop to it once again. You guys are like a virus and the vaccine is a dose of true greatness. Sickboy, I WILL win tonight and I WILL remain the PCW World Heavyweight Champion. You better think long and hard about what you’re going to do after Wrestle Extravaganza because you’re becoming dangerously close to cementing your legacy as a goon. You’re dangerously close to cementing your legacy as someone who wasn’t man enough to compete against the best that Premium Championship Wrestling has to offer. Everything you’ve done in the past is irrelevant now. The Elite defines who you are and that is a collection of people who are only second-rate compared to Michael Morrison. Curtis, tonight I get a little payback for all the shit you have put me through and trust me when I say that it will feel damn good. Not only will I have the PCW World Heavyweight Championship remain in my possession but you’ll be humbled, as well. And trust me, you need a little humility right now. It’s only a matter of time before all the games and excuses come to a crashing halt. I hope you’re ready because simply put…I am true greatness…and you’re NOT! Morrison drops the microphone as he departs from camera view. We get back to the live arena where Jimmy Wilkes is standing in the ring, getting ready to announce the competitors of our first match up.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Aug 17, 2012 22:48:11 GMT -5
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is the eleventh edition of the SCARS OF WRESTLING CUP!!!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
The arena lights lower themselves slight before the opening licks of the instrumental version of The Dropkick Murphy's "Shipping Out to Boston" shoots through the sound system. With Each loud beat the arena lights flash, firstly green, then white and then orange... Following the sequence before the song kicks in and Seamus enters the arena carrying a small hand/face towel, to more cheers and applause from the fans as the arena lights now flicker slowly between the Irish flag colours.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Dublin, Ireland, weighing in at 241 pounds... "THE CELTIC WARRIOR... SEAMUS O'REILLY!!!
Seamus nods to the fans at ringside as he climbs the steel steps onto the apron. He grabs the top rope and jumps over, before throwing the towel to the canvas and climbing the turnbuckle to salute the fans. As the music fades, Seamus jumps back down, and waits for this one to get underway.
Jimmy Wilkes: Now introducing the second participant!
Some swooshing noises come out of the speakers as the lights start to pulsate blue. A short guitar rift hits the speakers and goes away just like that. Another hits and the name "Jakob Alexander" appears on the titantron as clips of him finishing his opponents follow. The song picks up a bit more and the crowd starts to cheer. The word "Tonight" is heard as "ULTRAnumb" by Blue Stahli plays. "YOU WANT IT ALL RIGHT NOW" is screamed out of the speaks as Jakob Alexander appears from behind the curtain, bobbing his head to the beat of the music. He takes the center stage and lowers his head.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 205 pounds... "THE PITBULL"... JAKOB ALEXANDER!
The song dies down a little and the words "Trained to Win" echoes throughout the arena and as the music picks up again, Jakob Alexander pounds his chest with his right hand before pointing out the crowd and smirking. He strafes down the ramp, hitting some hands on the way down. He takes a leap and slides into the ring and gets to his feet. He circles the ring, looking out at the crowd. He mounts the nearest turnbuckle and mouths "YOU WANT IT ALL RIGHT NOW!" as He again, pounds his chest with a hand. He hops down and waits for this one to begin.
Jimmy Wilkes: Now introducing the third participant!
Aurora walks out rocking out as she makes her way to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, from Erie, Pennsylvania... AURORA ROSE!!!
She slaps a few hands along the way before sliding under the ropes and giving the rock signal to the camera.
Jimmy Wilkes: And the final participant!
"Survive" by Lacuna Coil hits the pa and black and gold lights shine. Timothy walks out and walks towards the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Los Angeles, California by way of Honolulu, Hawaii, weighing in at 218 pounds... "CONTROVERSY'S NIGHTMARE"... TIMOTHY HUNT!
He ignores the boos that are echoing out towards him and he gets in the ring. Timothy looks up at the stage and waits for this one to begin.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And here we go! This eleventh edition of the Scars of Wrestling Cup is now underway!
SS: What a way to kick off Wrestle Extravaganza II! Fucking exciting shit to say the least!
All four competitors look at each other. Seamus O'Reilly and Aurora Rose nod at each other and then go after Jakob Alexander and Timothy Hunt. Seamus and Jakob are brawling with one another while Aurora and Timothy do the same. All four competitors are on opposite sides of the ring. Jakob now has Seamus against a turnbuckle, just pummeling away at him. On the opposite end, Aurora has Timothy against another turnbuckle, delivering open hand slaps to the chest.
DM: This is already getting a bit testy and we have just begun!
SS: This is for a prize! The winner here, gets their first Scars of Wrestling Cup victory!
Jakob stops punching away at Seamus and lets him get out of the corner. As Seamus gets out, Jakob grabs him... and hits him with a belly to belly suplex. On the otherside of the ring, Aurora gets on top of Timothy and starts punching away at his skull with her right fist. She does it again... and again... and again... and again before hopping off. Timothy stumbles out, but Aurora jumps up... and hits a Jumping Enziguiri to take the THW Evolution Champion down.
DM: Aurora with the nice Enzuigiri and if she can find a good roll to get on... she will be tough to beat!
SS: You said it! Aurora is like a wildcard! While she does exhibit a lot of high flying, she also can fight and as you just seen, she's very good at it!
Aurora and Jakob now stare at one another and immediately engage in a collar and elbow tie up. Jakob gets the advantage and throws Aurora to the ground. Aurora however pops back up. Jakob turns around, and Aurora nails him with the same Jumping Enzuigiri that took Timothy down. Aurora isn't done yet as she gets Jakob back up... and plants him with a knee to the side of the head. She immediately makes the cover as Leo Hawkins counts the fall...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Too soon there!
SS: She didn't do enough but that's okay! She's doing something for her sake!
Aurora gets back to her feet, but Timothy was waiting for her as he lands a powerful clothesline to take her down to the mat. Timothy claps his hands together and the crowd boos. He waits for Aurora to get back to her feet, which she does. Aurora goes to run up to him, but Timothy catches her... and drops her down with a backbreaker over his knee. Aurora is down on her back and Timothy drags her to the middle of the ring.
DM: What the hell does he have planned here?
SS: I have no clue! He isn't exactly all up there in the head! But there is one knock I have against him!
DM: Which is?
SS: He's dating my next wife!
DM: Oh god! Not this again!
SS: You better believe it! Harley is my next wife and if she got the time... I'll drop her a dime!
DM: (rolls eyes) Ughh! You are so lame!
Timothy gets Aurora to her feet. He strikes her with a right... and a left... and a right... and another right... and yet another right before kicking her in the gut and loading her up... T-BONE SUPLEX! Timothy hit it and immediately gets the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: This time, Aurora kicks out!
SS: He can't believe it either but Aurora's not one for backing down!
Timothy sighs and gets back to his feet, but is immediately met with a right from Jakob Alexander. Jakob fires a few rights at Tim before whipping him into the ropes. Jakob bends down to go for a back suplex, but Timothy catches wind of it... and kicks Jakob in the face. Jakob stumbles back, and Timothy runs up and plants him with a clothesline.
DM: Timothy has gotten the ball rolling here! With a little something, he can get it to a whole different level!
SS: I'm still mad at him being with my next wife!
DM: OH MY GOD! Shut the FUCK up about that, Taint! It's NOT relevant!
SS: Hmmph!
Jakob gets back up but Timothy lands a left to make him stagger a bit. Timothy grabs Jakob's arm and whips him over to the ropes. Timothy runs in... BODY SPLASH! NO!!! Jakob moves out of the way and Timothy hit chest first into the protective padding. Timothy stumbles back and Jakob immediately clasps his hands around Timothy's waist before throwing him back... GERMAN SUPLEX! And he has the pin as Leo Hawkins goes down to count the fall...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: And Tim for the second time in this match, kicks out at two!
SS: Tim is taking a beating but he's staying in this one as well!
Jakob gets back up but Seamus was lying in wait and hits him with an uppercut to the jaw. He delivers another one... and another one before making him stumble to the ropes with a forearm to the face. Jakob is on the ropes and Seamus starts clubbing at him with shot after shot to the skull, taking him down. Seamus however drags Jakob away from the ropes and leaves him standing. He runs up... and plants a devastating boot to the skull to take him down.
DM: That boot had to have knocked him silly! Which is what the majority of the PCW roster wants to happen!
SS: Most guys and girls are chomping at the bit to get a piece of him! Right now, they're living this through Seamus O'Reilly!
DM: And Seamus is going for the cover! Not wasting anytime here!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Jakob kicks out!
SS: Everybody has gotten near covers so far and this has been exciting to see!
DM: Nothing like a great, exciting contest to open up a very special show! And this night is going to be huge!
SS: Damn right!
Seamus gets Jakob back up and whips him into a corner. Seamus runs in... and plants him down with a clothesline. Jakob slumps down in the corner and Seamus pounds his chest repeatedly. He runs... and delivers the facewash to Jakob's skull. Jakob is down and eventually he rolls out of the ring and to the floor below. Aurora gets back up and now, her and Seamus lock eyes at one another, staring each other down.
DM: "The Celtic Warrior" versus "The High-Flying Lesbianic Woman"! Two different styles and it's going to be interesting to see what she does here!
SS: Oh I'll be interested! Aurora... call me!
DM: Dude, she doesn't like men! She is exclusive to women only which is what I just said, dumbass!
The two of them battle. Aurora delivers a kick to Seamus' legs while Seamus comes back with a forearm to her skull. Aurora goes back with the kick while Seamus uses the forearm. Aurora... Seamus... Aurora... Seamus... Aurora. Both are back and forth here. Seamus tries for another forearm smash, but Aurora ducks... and hits Seamus with a monkey flip to cause him to hit head first into the turnbuckle. As Aurora is concentrated on Seamus, Timothy Hunt lies in wait for one of them to mess up so he can capitalize.
DM: Timothy Huntis a spectator here apparently!
SS: This is good strategy! Timmy is laying in wait and conserving energy while the others are spending theirs!
Aurora goes to the corner and mounts on top of Seamus. She starts punching away at Seamus' head. The fans start counting along with each punch. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10! After ten, she hops off and lets Seamus stumble out of the corner. She kicks Seamus in the gut and hooks her up... DDT! Aurora with the DDT! But that's not all. She immediately gets to the top rope. She looks down at Seamus before diving off...
DM: ELBOW DROP! Aurora with the Elbow Drop to Seamus O'Reilly!
SS: She just hit a big time move there!
DM: Oh hold on! Looks like Timothy Hunt is finally going to pounce!
And indeed he does. After Aurora gets to her feet after landing the elbow drop. Timothy kicks Aurora in the gut and hits it... RUMORS STARTING! But that's not all, Timothy goes to the top rope and immediately dives off... CONTROVERSY'S RAVEN! A high angled Senton Bomb to Aurora Rose! Timothy immediately hooks the leg as Leo counts the fall...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Aurora Rose has been eliminated!
Aurora immediately rolls out of the ring and onto the floor below. The ringside attendants help her up and get her to the back. Timothy Hunt is standing on his feet as Seamus O'Reilly is just getting to his. Timothy nails Seamus with a right... and a left. But Seamus comes back with a right of his own... and another one for good meausre. Timothy and Seamus are trading punches back and forth. Timothy tries to whip Seamus into the ropes... but Seamus instead turns it into an Irish whip of his own. Timothy comes back off the rebound... and hits Timothy with a back body drop.
DM: Seamus is rolling now but he's going to have to watch out for Jakob because he could be lying in wait at anytime!
SS: Yeah, but right now! Jakob is still recuperating from earlier!
DM: He still has time to get back into this thing!
Timothy goes down and immediately, locks Seamus in a sitdown sleeper hold. Seamus is trying to escape but can't find a way out. Timothy locks it in tighter and tighter and Seamus is starting to fade. The crowd is cheering Seamus on. Seamus hears the cheers and gets back to a vertical base. He drops down and hits a jawbreaker. Timothy is stunned and Seamus bounces off the ropes and runs towards Timothy... SHOULDER BLOCK! And Timothy is sent flying across the ring.
DM: A huge move from Seamus... and Timothy Hunt surely felt that!
SS: He was sent flying across the damn ring! Of course he's going to feel it!
Seamus pounds his chest again and the crowd cheers loudly. Timothy gets up, but Seamus is all over him with more punches to the skull. Seamus whips Timothy into a turnbuckle... and immediately hits him with a body splash. Timothy goes out of the corner and Seamus lifts him up... before hitting him with the Snake Eyes. Seamus immediately bounces himself off the ropes, runs toward Timothy... and hits him with a big boot to the skull to take him down.
As Timothy is down, Seamus now focuses on Jakob Alexander, who's just now coming to his senses. Seamus hits Jakob with a right... and a left... and a right... and a left. He places Jakob on the top rope and punches him some more. He grabs Jakob and places him on his shoulders. He walks around before dropping down... MUSCLE BUSTER! Seamus with the Muscle Buster to Jakob Alexander, and immediately he goes for the pin...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
Jakob just barely rolls his shoulder up in time! Seamus gets Jakob up, appears behind him and puts him in position for a submission... FULL NELSON! Seamus has Jakob Alexander in the Full Nelson! Seamus wrings Jakob around and around to get him to pass out. Jakob is fading fast here as Seamus is cranking on the submission. Jakob has completely faded out at this point and Leo checks to see if he is indeed out of it. Leo grabs Jakob's arm, raises it up before dropping it down...
ONE!!!!
Leo raises Jakob's arm again, and it falls down faster...
TWO!!!!
Leo raises it for a third time, but Jakob just barely keeps it in the air. Jakob gets to his feet, amist of the boos he's getting from the crowd. He elbows Seamus in the gut. He does it again... and again to cause some seperation. Seamus stumbles back, and Jakob hits a clothesline to take him down. Seamus gets back up, but receives a second clothesline from "Da Pitbull". Seamus gets back up, but Jakob hits him with a spinning back kick to the gut before hooking him in position...
DM: EXPLODER SUPLEX! Jakob just hit Seamus with the Exploder Suplex!
SS: Huge move! But can he capitalize?
DM: Well he's kind of down right now and Seamus is too! Timothy is nowhere to be seen and Leo Hawkins begins the count!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!
As the count reached five, Timothy Hunt gets to his feet and makes the cover on Seamus.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
Seamus gets the shoulder up before three! Timothy scrambles and now goes for the pin on Jakob as Leo goes down to count the fall...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THRE---NO!!!!
DM: Timothy Hunt tried twice, and both times... it resulted in near falls!
SS: He should have been quicker instead of taking that time! No wonder why they kicked out!
Timothy gets Seamus up and starts laying into him with lefts and rights to the face. Timothy kicks Seamus in the gut and goes for a suplex, but Seamus ends up behind him and gets him hooked up... and nails the Russian leg sweep! Seamus quickly follows up by locking Timothy in an armbar and Timothy has nowhere to go.
DM: Timothy's going to have to find a way to get out of this one! Otherwise, Seamus is going to break that arm!
SS: And Timmy cannot afford that!
Timothy starts dragging himself towards the corner. While Seamus has the submission on tightly, Timothy is in a world of struggle. But somehow, he grabs the bottom rope. And Seamus immediately breaks the hold.
DM: Not like this match is with disqualifications, but Seamus is an honorable competitor!
SS: Yeah... with a mean streak a mile wide!
Seamus gets Timothy up to his feet, and drives his shoulder into Timothy's weakened arm. He now starts punching it and then whips him into the turnbuckle, with Timothy's back slamming hard against it to cause him to fall down. Seamus goes towards Timothy and gets him back up. He kicks him in the gut and goes for the Irish Driver, but Timothy gets out of it with a back body drop. Seamus gets up to his feet, and from out of nowhere. Timothy flicks his boot in the air and it connects with Seamus' jaw...
DM: EDGE OF...! TIMOTHY JUST GOT SEAMUS WITH THE EDGE OF...!
SS: From out of nowhere at that!
Seamus falls down to the mat, but Timothy slumps down too and is trying to get his arm into place. He gets back up and tries to shake the cobwebs off, but Jakob is back up and is behind him. Timothy turns around, only for Jakob to grab him by the face as he jumps up... END GAME! Jakob with the End Game to Timothy Hunt. He quickly hooks the leg but also grabs Timothy's shorts for extra leverage...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Timothy Hunt has been eliminated!
DM: HE HAD THE DAMN SHORTS! Jakob had Timothy's shorts!
SS: Jakob is only going to make more enemies by this type of stuff! And it fuels the fire that has already been out there between he and Timothy!
DM: Well regardless, it is down between "The Celtic Warrior" and "Da Pitbull" on who wins this edition of the Scars of Wrestling Cup!
While Jakob and Seamus stare at one another as this match up is now down to just them two. Timothy has come to his senses and grabs a chair as he is irate as irate can be. As they circle around the ring, Timothy comes back into the ring with the chair in hand. Seamus turns around... and Timothy smashes him in the face with it. Jakob goes to combat his fellow THW star, but Timothy stabs him in the gut with it, plants it down and hooks Jakob in position...
DM: DDT ON THE CHAIR! DDT ON THE CHAIR! Jakob just went skull first on that steel chair!
SS: Timothy is one pissed off mother fucker! That's for sure!
Timothy rolls out of the ring and starts destroying everything in his sight. Backstage personel comes out and tries to calm him down, but Timothy is not abiding by it and continues to kick everything, and even destroying the set by punching off the "L" in brawl with his right fist. Although his hand is bleeding, he could care less as he storms to the back. Back in the ring, Leo sees both Jakob and Seamus down and he begins the ten count...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!
SIX!!!!
Both men begin to stir.
SEVEN!!!!
EIGHT!!!!
NINE!!!!
TE---NO!!!!
Both Seamus and Jakob get to their feet before the count of ten. They get up and stare at one another. Both battle tested so far but they have the drive to keep it going and win this thing. Jakob starts it off with a right to Seamus and the fans boo him loudly. Seamus fires back with one of his own and that gets the crowd going with cheers. Jakob fires back to boos, while Seamus retaliates to cheers. Jakob... Seamus... Jakob... Seamus! These two are going at it and not stopping. Jakob tries for another one, but Seamus ducks and hits a knife edge chop that sends the crowd into a frenzy.
SS: That HAD to hurt!
DM: Had? Talk about does! Those chops are nothing to sneeze at!
Seamus smirks and hits another chop... and another chop... and another chop. Seamus knees Jakob in the gut before whipping him to the otherside of the ring. As Jakob comes back off the rebound, Seamus runs up... and plants him with a clothesline. Jakob gets back up, and Seamus knocks him back with a huge shoulder block that sends him flying across the ring. Seamus quickly grabs Jakob and throws him to the other side like a rag doll, causing him to land back first to the mat in pain. Seamus walks over to Jakob and goes to get him up again, but Jakob hits him downstairs with a low blow. Seamus doubles over and Jakob hooks him in position... before dropping him down with a Butterfly DDT. Jakob is still down from the damage but he recovers just in time and rolls on top of Seamus for the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THRE---NO!!!!
DM: Seamus kicks out just before the count of three!
SS: Unbelievable! Despite all that, Seamus still finds a way to get out of this jam!
Jakob is pretty steamed right now. He gets Seamus up to a vertical base and rocks him with a right. He smirks and rocks him with another right. He takes his time to taunt Seamus. Jakob goes for another shot, but Seamus blocks it and nails Jakob with a headbutt. Jakob staggers back, and Seamus runs towards him and hits him with a short-arm clothesline. Seamus is feeling it and has Jakob primed and ready.
DM: Seamus is looking to end it!
SS: I'm hoping he does! PCW should come out with a victory in a match that is more or less associated with the promotion!
Seamus gets Jakob up to his feet, kicks him in the gut, runs off the rope behind Jakob, rebounds and leapfrogs prone Jakob and hits it...
DM: Póg Mo Thóin! Seamus just landed the Póg Mo Thóin onto Jakob Alexander!
SS: Translation to English please?
DM: That means kiss my ass!
SS: Oh... HEY!
DM: Seamus hooks the leg! This could be over!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE---NO!!!!
DM: SO CLOSE! Seamus ALMOST had the match!
SS: But somehow, Jakob kicked out! Come on, Seamus! You CANNOT lose focus!
Seamus is in disbelief that it wasn't three. He gets Jakob up and kicks him in the gut. He runs off the ropes and goes for it again... but Jakob moves out of the way, gets behind Seamus and hits him with a Russian leg sweep.
DM: And Jakob now with the quick momentum after preventing Seamus from hitting Póg Mo Thóin for the second time!
SS: I have a feeling that Jakob is just closing in on trying to end it! Now whether it happens or not! We shall see!
Jakob is waiting in position. Seamus is just now getting to his feet. As Seamus turns around, Jakob flicks his boot in the air... AFTERSHOCK! Right in the jaw it connected and Seamus goes down. Jakob lays on top of Seamus as Leo counts the fall...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE---NO!!!!
DM: SEAMUS JUST KICKED OUT OF THE AFTERSHOCK!
SS: Unbelievable! Both of these guys have kicked out of finishers of the other! What can they do to put this one away?
DM: I'm not sure and I doubt they know right now as well!
Jakob signals for Seamus to get to his feet. He's rather impatient but he's hoping Seamus gets up soon. Seamus starts to get up, albeit rather slowly. Seamus gets up and turns around, only for Jakob to kick him in the mid-section with his left foot. He now goes for the right hand, but Seamus blocks it and puts Jakob in the Spinning Neckbreaker position before hitting it in full...
DM: THE CELTIC NECKBREAKER! Seamus just caught Jakob with The Celtic Neckbreaker!
SS: Now Seamus needs to capitalize on this golden opportunity!
Jakob is completely out of it while Seamus right now is down. Leo Hawkins exhibits another mandatory ten count and he begins the count...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!
SIX!!!!
Before Leo can get to the count of seven, Seamus crawls over and drapes his arm over Jakob's body. Leo begins his count then and there...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: IT'S OVER! BY GAWD! THIS ONE IS OVER!
SS: Spectacular opener!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the eleventh edition of the Scars of Wrestling Cup by pinfall... "THE CELTIC WARRIOR"... SEAMUS O'REILLY!!!
The instrumental version of The Dropkick Murphy's "Shipping Out to Boston" plays and the crowd cheers as Seamus is announced as the winner of the match but Seamus is spent and can barely stand.
DM: Seamus O'Reilly has done it! He has won his first Scars of Wrestling Cup match!
SS: This was a great match!
Leo Hawkins hands Seamus the cup and he celebrates with it in hand. He rolls out of the ring and celebrates up the ramp. Meanwhile in the ring, Jakob Alexander is just getting to his feet, but he has much worse to worry about as Jay Thunder is in the ring and he's behind him. As Jakob turns around, Jay kicks him in the gut and places him on his shoulders before dropping down with a Cross-Legged Samoan Driver...
DM: THUNDER DRIVER! THUNDER DRIVER! Jay Thunder just struck with a Thunder Driver!
SS: Jay finally gets a bit of revenge against the man who cost him that open invitational battle royal at THW's Honor Role Four pay-per-view!
DM: It was only a matter of time and Jay struck big there!
Jay looks down and stomps on Jakob for good measure before stating "You, me... two weeks. Show up if you have the balls mother fucker" before rolling out of the ring and slapping hands with the fans as he goes up the ramp.
DM: Jay sent his message loud and clear! He wants Jakob in two weeks on Rapture!
SS: Well I'm sure James Baker is going to allow this match up to happen so he's bound to get it! But he's got a big night ahead of him here!
DM: Indeed he does and that match will happen later tonight! Right now, we are going to take our first commercial break! We will be back after this!
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Aug 17, 2012 22:49:08 GMT -5
Boston, Mass….
TD Garden Arena
We come back from break and the cameras go to where a white limo pulls up into the parking garage. Michelle Silva is standing to the side with a camera man running to get into position.
Michelle Silva: Dizzy Yet?
The driver steps out, nods at Ms. Silva, and walks down to the passenger door where he swings it open. A man steps out wearing black shoes, white slacks, an orange collar button up shirt and a grin from ear to ear.
Michelle Silva: Um….
Eyes circle around the lot and end up fixating on Michelle.
Jose Fernandez: Well…Well…Well…
Michelle Silva: Who are you?
Jose Fernandez: Heh…My dear…my name is Jose Fernandez. And you are?[/color]
Michelle Silva: Mi-Michelle Silva…
Jose Fernandez: Pleasure…
He grabs her hand kisses it gently.
Michelle Silva: Um…Mr. Fernandez…How do you feel about getting an opportunity to get in a title picture before you even debut?
The grin turns to a slight smirk.
Jose Fernandez: Though this would be a grand opportunity for any normal man’s debut…it does not concern me because it isn’t about fighting the best in this company.
Michelle Silva: Many great people have held…
A hand flies up to stop her sentence.
Jose Fernandez: I’m sure what you consider “great” and what I consider “great” are two different things Ms. Silva. I have a long career of fighting the best in this industry. I see very little in the way of “greatness” here. I will change all of that of course. Now, is there anything else you need?
Michelle Silva: Well…Jerry Matthews. Do you have any response to what he had to say about you?
Jose Fernandez: You’re talking about the man fixated on fairy tales?
Michelle Silva: I wa…
Jose Fernandez: I know who you meant. Yes, I heard what he has to say. I stand by what I say. He is an insignificant factor in this match. Jerry, you can read your hold book fairy tales and lies all you want. Quote the books of Leviticus to Corinthians for all I care because no deity can help you in this match. Religion is the ultimate tool of control, and your rhetoric suggests that you are quite talented at using it.
Glory? I have no need for it. People chanting my name? I could care less if they did or didn’t. Winning championships? Yes. If you think that they are meaningless then you simply miss the point of even competing. If you don’t seek to be the best then you have no business in this industry. What is meaningless to you is everything to others. Just like…One man’s savior is another man’s schizophrenic. Have fun praying to your Jesus because you will need all the help you can possibly get.
The smile that faded returns to his face once more.
Jose Fernandez: Nice way to point out a failed gimmick I once used in my early career. That is all that you are Jerry…a gimmick. You are a professional wrestler. You too seek to become the best in your own strange way. By all means though. Pray Jerry! PRAY!!! I want you to make sure you have chanted all the prayer you need, so that when you look at your failure tonight…you will see that your God has forsaken you and that real success comes from within yourself…not from a book or some man in the clouds.[/color]
He gazes back at Michelle.
Michelle Silva: Miss Silva…I must be going, but it was a pleasure.
He walks off toting a gym bag to the locker room area. Michelle Silva stands in stunned silence as the camera fades to the ring where Jimmy Wilkes is ready to call our next match.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
As "Run Like Hell" by Pink Floyd begins to play through the speakers, the lights start to dim greatly. It remains like this until the twenty-three second mark when the lights shoot back on and start flashing in multiple colors. The lights continue flashing on and off until the fifty-five second mark when the lights in the entranceway shine in white as the self-proclaimed pastor of The Chruch of Faust, Chris Dash, slowly struts his way out onto the stage to applause, clad in his hooded robe and holding his beloved Rainbow Dash plush.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Cloudsdale, North Carolina, weighing in at 235 pounds... "YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD PASTOR OF THE CHURCH OF FAUST"... CHRIS DASH!!!
Holding up the plush for the world to see, Chris Dash yells out "PPOOONNNNYYYYY!!!" to his congregation and marches down the ramp with a smirk on his face as he slides under the bottom rope. Pacing around like a caged animal, Chris Dash runs off the ropes like a bolt of lightning and stops in the center of the ring where he drops to one knee and holds up his plush once again, looking towards the ceiling whilst yelling "All hail the Great Church!" as the song starts to fade out.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent! He weighs in at 180 pounds… He is, Radar!
The song hits. When it starts singing, Radar comes out of the curtains, smiling to his fans. He taunts up on the stage, then some fireworks come on the stage.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And here we go! This one on one contest is set to be underway!
SS: I'm a fan of Dash's work in the past but he needs to step it up here! And Radar needs to pick it up too!
The match begins, and Radar and Chris Dash lock up. Dash gets the upper hand by kicking Radar in the midsection before jumping up and connecting with a hurricanrana. Radar gets up, and Dash connects with a dropkick. Radar gets up again, and Dash connects with another dropkick, as Radar begins pulling himself to his feet, Dash runs into the ropes, then runs back at Radar, but Radar catches him with a clothesline. Dash gets up to his feet, and Radar connects with another clothesline, as Dash begins pulling himslef up, Radar runs into the ropes, then runs back at Dash, and connects with a more powerful clothesline before going for the pin.
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: Dash kicks out at two!
SS: Radar's going to have to do more than that to get the win!
DM: Indeed he does!
Radar pulls Dash up to his feet, but Dash kicks him in the midsection, and connects with a suplex. Dash lifts Radar to his feet again, and connects with a german suplex. Dash now goes out to the apron, and climbs to the top turnbuckle as Radar begins to make it to his feet. Once Radar gets to his feet, Dash leaps off the turnbuckle and connects with a missile dropkick.
DM: Nice elevation there by the former APW World Heavyweight Champion!
SS: It took Radar down and Dash needs to capitalize!
DM: Well right now, Chris Dash is going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: And Radar kicks out at two!
SS: Ahhh! He was close but no cigar!
Dash pulls Radar up to his feet, and irish whips him into the ropes. Radar runs back at Dash, and Dash goes for a spinning wheel kick, but Radar ducks, runs into the ropes, then runs back at Dash and connects with a clothesline. Dash gets back up to his feet, and Radar connects with a dropkick. Dash gets up to his feet again, and Radar connects with another dropkick. Radar pulls Dash up to his feet, before jumping up and connecting with a hurricanrana. Radar pulls Dash up to his feet once, and irish whips him again into the ropes. Dash runs back at Radar, and Radar connects with a spinning wheel kick. Radar goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, then leaps off, and connects with a 450 splash!
DM: 450 SPLASH! Radar trying to pull out all the stops!
SS: Well this may certainly work! That's for sure!
DM: Radar goes for the pin! This could be it!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Another kick out for Chris Dash!
SS: He wants to win this one and reverse his misfortunes he's had here thus far!
DM: He very well could do that here, Shannon! It's still anybody's ball game!
Radar lifts Dash up to his feet and irish whips him into the ropes, but Dash runs back at Radar and connects with a running crossbody. Radar gets back up to his feet, and Dash connects with a enziguri. Dash goes out to the apron, springboards off the top rope, and connects with Filly Flash!.
DM: Filly Flash onto Radar, and immediately, Dash goes for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: So close! Dash almost had the win!
SS: He just has to work harder! Especially to put this Radar fuck away!
DM: Not like Radar now?
SS: I've come to realize that he's a bit... twitchy to say the least! Chris Dash... PLEASE KICK HIS ASS!
Dash lifts Radar up to his feet, and connects with a suplex. He lifts Radar up to his feet again, and connects with a DDT before going for the pin again.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: AGAIN! Radar kicks out just in the nick of time!
SS: That was awfully too close for comfort for PsyDash! And I'm sure he's a bit pissed at not putting away this TV loving retard!
DM: A retard calling somebody else a retard? I sense the pot has decided to call the kettle black?
Dash lifts Radar up to his feet, and Radar punches Dash in the face. Dash returns with a punch of his own. They begin trading punches. Radar, Dash, Radar, Dash, Radar, Dash, Radar. Dash goes for another punch, but Radar catches his fist and kicks him in the midsecton before connecting with a enziguri. Radar goes out to the apron and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Radar leaps off the turnbuckle looking to do another 450 splash! NO!!! Dash rolls out of the way, and Radar crashes into the mat, and now both men are down so the ref starts the ten count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Dash starts pulling himself up.
FIVE!!!
SIX!!!
SEVEN!!!
Radar begins pulling himself up.
EIGHT!!!
And both men are back to their feet, they both run at eachother, and Radar connects with a powerful clothesline before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: DASH KICKS OUT! DASH JUST BARELY KICKED OUT!
SS: Butters almost had it! Butters almost fucking had it!
DM: South Park references now?
SS: Eh, why not!
DM: Okay! Since we're doing that! You'd be Eric Cartman!
SS: HEY! That's NOT fair!
DM: Oh shut the fuck up, Shannon!
Radar lifts Dash to his feet, then kicks him in the midsection before lifting him up in powerbomb position, looking to go for the Radar bomb! But Dash punches him in the head three times before reversing it into a hurricanrana followed into a pin attempt.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: RADAR KICKS OUT AGAIN!
SS: These two are busting their asses to get that win and move up in the PCW world! And it's paying dividens in the ring!
Dash has a slightly frustrated look on his face as Radar begins to pull himself back to his feet. Dash notices Radar trying to get up, and he runs into the ropes. Radar makes it to his feet, then Dash runs back at Radar and connects with a running tornado DDT before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: ANOTHER KICKOUT BY RADAR!
SS: How the hell is he continuing this! Unbelievable!
Dash is wondering how he can get this win. He goes out to the apron and waits for Radar to get to his feet. Radar gets up and Dash springs onto the center of the ropes... Seated Senton! NO! Radar catches him and holds him in position before dropping down! RADAR BOMB! Radar nails it and immediately goes for another pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: BY GOD! Dash just kicked out of the Radar Bomb! Unbelievable!
SS: Unbelievable is right! I thought for sure Radar had that, but it looks like it wasn't meant to be!
Radar is now a bit frustrated as he motions for Dash to get back to a vertical base. Dash gets back up and Radar nails him with a clothesline. Dash gets back up and receives a second clothesline. Dash gets up for a third time, but instead of going for the clothesline... Radar plants Dash down with the Spinebuster.
DM: Dash just got rocked with that vicious Spinebuster! This is Radar's time to take this one!
SS: But can he do it is the question!
DM: Dash is now back to his feet! Once he turns around, Radar kicks him in the gut and places him in position! He's going for it!
SS: This is going to end bad! SCREW DRIVER...
DM: NO! Dash managed to find the strength and turn it into Radar being on his shoulders! Dash smirks before running and planting Radar down to the mat...
SS: 20% COOLER DRIVER! Chris Dash just hit Radar with the Running Death Valley Driver!
DM: He did it and he has the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match up by pinfall... "YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD PASTOR OF THE CHURCH OF FAUST"... CHRIS DASH!!!
"Run Like Hell" by Pink Floyd hits and Chris Dash celebrates to cheers from the crowd.
DM: Chris Dash has done it! His first victory in PCW!
SS: He finally put it all together and did it against a very game Radar! Maybe, just maybe, he can use this win to turn it around for himself!
DM: If he can do it! He will definitely be a success here! I guarantee that!
Chris Dash rolls out of the ring and celebrates his first PCW victory proudly while Radar gets up and while visibly shaken up, he managed to walk to the back under his own power. From there, we go to commercial.
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Aug 17, 2012 22:49:46 GMT -5
Back from the break and "Du Hast" by Rammstein hits and in a surprising twist, the crowd's reaction is all cheers and zero boos. Christina Perez, Ivette Hernandez, Stevie Fabulous, Jesse Wright, J.T. Banks and Alexis Landry of Toxic come out, as well as an unnamed woman and together, they all stand by each other on the ramp. They stand by each other and pose on the ramp. In the midst of this, Morgan Simmons walks out from the back and the crowd cheers even louder. Morgan looks at her Toxic teammates and the unnamed woman, smirks and then signals for them to get to the ring. Morgan walks in the front while Toxic is behind her. Morgan grabs a microphone, gets on the apron and gets into the ring. The rest of Toxic gets in as well. They all stand in the ring and the crowds cheers dies down. Morgan walks around and finally speaks.
Morgan Simmons: Normally I would tell the crowd to shut the hell up, and if we were in some shithole called Indiana or a garbage country called Canada. I would tell them just how much their place of residence sucks shit... but this... THIS... IS... BOSTON BABY! A place where people are actually fucking civilized.
The crowd cheers loudly.
Morgan Simmons: We are on MY TURF! Got that Generation Next? My turf! I was born and raised here. And unlike certain idiots I know. I stay true to my roots and remain to live where I am from. You can call that not evolving with the world or other bullshit of that nature but I'm damn proud to be from here.
The crowd cheers louder.
Morgan Simmons: Now onto things. Why did we decide to show up? Well other than this event being in my hometown and wanting to be in front of my fellow Bostonians. There is an issue that really gets under my skin. It's pissing me off.
Morgan sighs and then continues.
Morgan Simmons: Generation Next and The Black Rose Mafia as well as another identified person, have been getting into shit that doesn't concern them for long enough. The J.T. and Alexis situation? None of their fucking business, and now they're trying to get into business deals I arrange and convince a good friend of ours to sever his ties with us. First off, bitches. You're NOT aligned with this person and his group. We have had a long standing affiliation with this man and his group. They have been good to us and we have been the same towards them. Two, other than what Alexis has said. You don't know shit about this deal okay. I haven't made that much information public on the matter. Three, what we do is separate from how you people do it. We try to mind our business but you know... you can't stick your nose out of ours. Stay the fuck out of our deals, otherwise... you will pay for it with your own blood.
Morgan is fuming at this point, but she decides to just pass the microphone to the unknown woman, whom the crowd doesn't know who the hell she is.
??: You people don't know who the hell I am nor do you probably care. But I am of somebody opponent, or at least my brother is. My name... is Michelle Ryder.
The crowd is in total shock as they quickly make the connection.
Michelle Ryder: My older brother owns this company and as much as I love him to death, I had to turn to somebody who I know has my best interests in mind. Morgan specifically stated that I can get in on the action by joining Toxic. I was wary at first. Downright skeptical and for good reason. It's not everyday you get offered a spot in a group that has dominated and has people who have done something in this business. But with their carnage on PCW in general right now... I had to join.
The crowd gives off a mixed reaction, mostly boos. Michelle smirks and continues.
Michelle Ryder: Toxic is bringing the good fight in PCW. For far too long, they have been overlooked and hated on for their beliefs. I'm all for sticking up for your beliefs and that's what they're doing. The Black Rose Mafia? They're the ones causing all the problems. For far too long they have gotten away with shit and it's time they get put in their place. I'm a proud member of this glorious stable and we WILL reign supreme, bitches
Michelle gets huge boos from the crowd. She rolls her eyes before passing the mic to J.T. Banks, and the boos get louder for him.
J.T. Banks: Do I have your attention now?
The crowd boos louder. J.T. glares at the crowd before continuing.
J.T. Banks: Of course I have your attention. You morons are booing me. I'm sure you are all wondering just why did I hit my dear best friend with a steel chair, turning my back on him as you morons call it? Well, it's kind of obvious but I'll say it slow for you fuck fucks. Kevin was a leach. He was riding my coattails. I was the talent and the star. I got the girls while he got my leftovers. Sure we complimented each other but when it came to the matches... I was the one who did the brunt work while he sat there and did pretty moves and what credit did I get? NOTHING! NOT A GOD DAMN THING and it PISSES ME THE FUCK OFF!
The crowd boos loudly.
J.T. Banks: I loved Kevin like a brother but when he came out and interrupted us two weeks ago. I had to annihilate him. I took the worthless piece of trash out of my life and now... it's my time to move on up. And I'm doing it with people who are my REAL friends. Not fake ass idiots like Generation Faggots or the Black Slut Mafia. Toxic is the real FUCKING DEAL! We are...
"Brooklyn V.2" by Jim Johnston plays and the crowd goes wild. Talia Skye walks out first with Lexi Reiyne and Mariah Lopez on either side of her. Behind the three ladies Nathan and Aaron Warrens run out to a huge reception, with Jane Isis joining behind them. Talia has a mic in hand and waves to the crowd before she asks them to quiet down.
Talia Skye: HEEEEEEEY BIIIIITCHEEEES!!!!!!!! Now, I am of course totally sorry I interrupted your amazing speech there J.T., but since we knew each other so well in the past I really wanted to see if I still knew you well enough to be able to finish your sentence for you. Now what could you be trying to say... Toxic is.... oh, got this. Overrated. Toxic is pretty dominant though, I mean they did have two teams in the semi-finals of the tag team championship tournament. Oh.....wait I'm sorry, both your teams lost didn't they? Damn, sorry guys. Better luck next time!
Talia puts her hands out as if to say she doesn't know what happened.
Talia Skye: Now I really need to ask you a question Morgan. What street corner did you find this latest follower at? I mean seriously I thought one random hooker was enough for Toxic, but apparently Alexis didn't fill your slut quota.
The crowd cheers at Talia's insult towards Alexis.
Talia Skye: Now, onto the hypocrite, J.T. Banks. How can you stand there and claim you loved Kevin like a brother, moments after you called him a leach. See all leaches do is suck, so if anyone in PCW history is a leach it would be your girlfriend! Kevin carried your ass! I mean to make a comparison here, you and Kev were like our current PCW Rapture announce team. You have the talented, likable member Desiree, that would be like Kev. Then there's the whiny bitch who shockingly has a job still like Taint, that J.T. would be you.
The crowd starts a "Taint Sucks" chant, but Talia quiets them down.
Talia Skye: Yes we all know he sucks, but there's more important matters at hand. Now your little attempt at convincing Syn and his Disciples does not catch us off guard. But the problem is, while you are off trying to make more allies, you're making quite a few new enemies as well. You turned your backs on Kev, Danielle, James, and most recently Izzy Steele doesn't seem pleased with your actions.
The crowd pops at the mention of the former Platinum and Brawl Champion.
J.T. Banks: Talia, Talia, Talia. I must admit, opening your mouth is definitely your strong suit. Judging by how much you mess around on dudes. That's not a shocker. Another reason why I regret ever dating you. Key word being "Loved" though. At one time, I loved Kevin like a brother but I started thinking how much I had to carry the team. Your PCW announce team analogy is funny though. Shannon Saint is like me. We both carry the team while our partners are average at best.
DM: BULLSHIT YOU MOTHER FUCKER!
SS: J.T.! I was wrong about you all along! YOU'RE FUCKING GREAT!
The crowd boos loudly.
J.T. Banks: But you're one to talk about whiny bitches. I mean, you constantly do that yourself. Bitch and moan about this and that and this and that. That's really all you're about. A drama queen to be frank. Then again, without James and Danielle leading you and your band of idiots on a leash... none of you would be shit here.
The crowd boos and Talia gets angry. J.T. passes the microphone to Morgan, whom the crowd reacts better towards.
Morgan Simmons: I must say, it's been a while Talia. Almost too long since I kicked your ass at Femme Fatale last year. If anybody is overrated, it would be your group and especially Danielle Lopez. If you REALLY want to know why I have Terrell Ryder's sister in our group? It's simple. She needs guidence and we are providing her with just that. I have seen what you people did with Alexis and you couldn't teach her the difference between hair spray and mirrors. No offense, Lexi.
Alexis shrugs her shoulders and Morgan continues.
Morgan Simmons: Unlike you of course, we actually care about the progression of talent, as well as fullfilling our end of the bargain when it comes to alliances. Syn and his Disciples are living proof of that great relationship. The two groups are a lot alike in many ways. Hated by many but get the job done by all counts. We're that damn good and sure we might suffer setbacks but it's better than you group of fails up there. By a fucking long shot to be honest.
Suddenly, "Here to Stay" by Korn hits and the crowd is going wild with cheers as they know the music of this PCW star. Danielle Lopez appears to even more cheers, wearing a Black Rose Mafia t-shirt over her wrestling attire and the PCW Broadcast Championship around her waist. She has a look of determination as she stands side by side with Talia, Mariah, Lexi, Jane and the Warrens'. She begins to speak.
Danielle Lopez: Morgan, I couldn't help but overhear you and your false bravado there. I'm overrated? HA! That is a major joke, albeit one that doesn't get any laughs from the crowd. And Talia, Mariah, Nathan, Aaron, Jane and Lexi sure as hell are not overrated. If anybody here is overrated... it would be YOU and your group of hypocrites.
The crowd cheers.
Danielle Lopez: Tell me something, Morgan. What have you done in PCW? I want you to tell me and everybody here because I don't recall you doing a damn thing here. I know everybody standing beside me has done something. Five PCW Hall of Famers, award winners, multiple championships. You name it, and we have pretty much done it.
This time, J.T. interrupts.
J.T. Banks: Danielle, while that's great and all. But when it comes to Toxic... we are just all-around dominant. They were dominant in PWW, even Heather Monroe's version was dominant and we are doing the same here. I'm not going to say you're overrated because that would be a lie, but just like Talia. You have had people lead you around on a leash throughout your career. Never could really get it done on your own.
Danielle smiles and shakes her head.
Danielle Lopez: Wow. J.T., I never really took you as an idiot but you defnintely are one. I win my matches fair and square. I do it all on my own accord. What I got around my waist. I worked hard for it. I beat Heather Monroe in a steel cage FAIR and SQUARE! And every defense I have had... it has been fair. No BS or anything. In fact, why are you even talking about it, considering Kevin was the one who always made you look good? And in addition to him, everybody else in Da Xtreme Dynasty had to hide your enormous screw ups in the ring. Trust me, we all know how much that was.
The crowd massively laughs and chants "J.T. is a fuck up". J.T. is getting really irritated but Danielle continues on.
Danielle Lopez: But moving back to Morgan. You really think you and your slaves there are better than us? I hope you and your team can back it up because in my mind. There's no way Toxic is better than Generation Next and The Black Rose Mafia. And I'm going to let you, the screw up and the rest of your idiot minions in on a little secret. I once was a neutral party, but after thinking more about it... I'm now involved, on the side of the good guys. My friends, Generation Next, my BFF Talia, Lexi and my cousin Mariah. If it's a war you want with us... it's a war you're going to get.
The crowd cheers loudly at Danielle's statements. Morgan smirks before speaking again.
Morgan Simmons: Danielle, I would be careful what you wish for because you might just get it. My soldiers have no qualms beating the living HELL out of you and your weak minded friends. Just know this, we will NOT go easy on you all. In fact... we're going to be making our impacts TONIGHT! But I'm not telling you which match it's going to happen.
Talia Skye: Morgan, we welcome your threats, but keep one thing in mind. In the end, everyone who crosses us, ends up sleeping with da bitches. Oh..wait, J.T. already does that.
Talia, Generation Next, Lexi, Mariah, and Danielle walk out as the crowd cheers and "Brooklyn V.2." plays again throughout the arena.
DM: So apparently those stupid bitches from Toxic are supposedly going to make an impact tonight?
SS: I'm looking forward to this! Something superior is going to go down! Fucking exciting!
DM: They're going to cause trouble! I know it because that's their M.O.!
SS: You don't know that for sure! They're humanitarians, just like The Elite!
DM: Don't even give me that falsified bullshit! But enough of that! Let's get to our next match!
Cut to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is a five way match and the winner will gain a PCW Platinum Championship match in two weeks on Saturday Night Rapture!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
As his theme music begins to play, "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews strides down the aisle in a suit and tie. In his hand, he carries a Bible and begins his regular sermon as he ventures down to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Deacon Jeremiah, from Redemption, Alabama, weighing in at 275 pounds... "THE EVANGELIST"... JERRY MATTHEWS!!!
His spiritual liaison, Deacon Jeremiah, accompanies him to ringside with an offering plate, ready to collect money from any believers in the crowd. As he gets to the ring, he climbs through the ropes and removes his suit. He then raises his Bible in a preachly manner to the crowd as they boo incessantly.
Jimmy Wilkes: And participant number two!
"Not Afraid" by Eminem hits the arena and the crowd isn't sure how to react. After a couple of seconds, Justin Harmony enters the arena and the crowd gives off a mixed reaction.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 219 pounds... "THE CHOSEN ONE"... JUSTIN HARMONY!!!
Justin smirks at his name being mentioned and begins to walk slowly down the ramp. He looks at the fans and smirks before walking on the steps and entering the ring. He gets to the top rope and just soaks the reaction he is getting. He hops off the turnbuckle and waits for the match to start.
Jimmy Wilkes: And participant number three!
Natural Born Killaz by Dr. Dre and Ice Cube starts to play from the PA system as Chaleb Jones walks to the ring looking and shouting at the fans at ringside.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Oakland, California, weighing in at 280 pounds... CHALEB "HITMAN" JONES!!!
When he gets into the ring he gets down to one knee in the corner and starts to pray.
Jimmy Wilkes: And participant number four!
Silence fills the air as anticipation rises for the next man to make his way to the ring. "Toma" by Pitbull hits the PA system as Jose makes his way to the top of the entrance ramp.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 215 pounds... JOSE FERNANDEZ!!!
He glares at the ring before walking towards the ring. Jose jumps up to the apron and walks along to the nearest turnbuckle. He climbs to the second rope and glares at the crowd before jumping into the ring to await the final participant.
Jimmy Wilkes: And the final participant!
"Down With the Sickness" by Disturbed plays over the loud speaker as the lights on the ramp go out. They come back on and Brian Stryker walks out of the back with his hood up.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 215 pounds... "THE KID"... BRIAN STRYKER!!!
He stands at the top of the ramp. He slams his hand down onto the ramp and throws his hood back as pyro goes off behind him.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And we’re ready for this match up! Brian Stryker immediately going after Chaleb Jones, starting hostilities off with a clothesline! Justin Harmony and Jerry Matthews lock in a collar and elbow tie up! Jose Fernandez helping Brian Stryker taking down Chaleb… but Stryker takes him down!
SS: Stryker just proved that he doesn't need anybody to help him here!
DM: In one side of the ring, Justin Harmony has got Jerry Matthews locked in a sick headlock… and drives him down with a bulldog!
SS: Meanwhile on the other side, Brian Stryker is duking it out with Chaleb Jones with various blows to the skull!
DM: It's a brawl to determine a title shot in two weeks! You know these five want it badly!
SS: Damn right they do! Jose Fernandez grabs Stryker from behind… GERMAN SUPLEX! Never turn your back on someone who’s helping you in a match like this!
DM: Chaleb Jones finally gets a rest, look at that jackass resting in the corner!
SS: He's a beast! He's just winded!
DM: More like he eats like you, fatty! Harmony and Matthews are staying awfully competitive! Matthews trying to take Harmony over the top rope, but Harmony fighting back with an elbow! Harmony grabs Matthews… and tosses him violently into the ground!
SS: Justin Harmony running from one corner to the other... CLOTHESLINE! And down goes Chaleb Jones!
DM: As Harmony backs up, Brian Stryker catches Harmony with a knee right to his belly! Stryker leaps up... HURRICANRANA! And down goes Harmony!
SS: That's gonna leave a mark! Stryker now back towards Chaleb Jones, kicks him in the gut and hooks him up... DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER! And Stryker goes for the cover early!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: And Jose Fernandez breaks up the cover!
SS: Smart move there! This is one fall to the finish!
DM: Meanwhile on the otherside of the ring, Matthews now grabs a hold of Harmony... and plants him with a side slam! And goes for the pin!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Again, Jose breaks up the pin!
SS: He's doing all he can do to keep this one alive!
DM: Jose now gets Matthews up to a vertical base and hits him with a right... and another right... and another right before landing a discus clothesline to take him down!
SS: But Matthews pops right back up and tries to rebound with a clothesline of his own... but Jose ducks... and drops "The Evangelist" with a neckbreaker!
DM: Jose quickly goes for the cover, can he win himself a title match in two weeks?
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Jerry Matthews kicks out at two!
SS: This match has been action packed! It's not slowed down at all!
DM: PCW exhibits it all, Shannon! It has hardcore moments, high-flying, technical, puroresu, fast paced matches! Everything basically!
SS: It's a variety federations! Unlike those fucks from The Dark Ages!
DM: For once in your life... you are correct! And it's all thanks to Terrell Ryder and James Baker, who are THANKFULLY running this company the correct way!
SS: Why do you have to rub it in?
DM: It's more than necessary, fat ass! Because you suck shit! Chaleb Jones grabs Brian Stryker and is about to hit him with a Powerslam, but Stryker gets out of it... and counters it into a Russian Leg Sweep! Jose Fernandez comes in... and hits a boot to Chaleb's skull!
SS: I could feel that boot from here! That was intense!
DM: That's what this night and match up has been so far!
Jose now goes after Stryker and hits him with lefts and rights, but Stryker fires back with shots of his own. Stryker goes to whip Jose into a turnbuckle... but Jose doesn't provide him with that leverage and shoots him into a neutral corner himself! Jose runs in... and delivers a dropkick to the face. Stryker comes out of the corner... but Jose capitalizes by hitting him with a side shuffle kick to bring him to his knees. Jose then follows up with a knee strike to the jaw to take Stryker out of the equation.
DM: Jose Fernandez is on fire here! He's taking it to everybody!
SS: He's been very impressive here so far! Really liking his chances to win! Him and Jerry Matthews have broken out huge here!
On another side of the ring. Jerry Matthews and Justin Harmony are once again fighting it out with each other. Harmony having Matthews on the ropes, jabbing at him with every attempt. Meanwhile, Jose goes after Chaleb Jones and is just taking him to town with punches to the cranium. All four competitors shift to the middle of the ring, executing blow after blow. Chaleb rocks Jose with a blow that takes him back. Chaleb comes to Jose, preparing for a shoulder block... but Jose ducks. Chaleb turns around, and Jose takes him down with a devastating Spinning wheel kick. Jose leans down to pick Chaleb back up...
DM: NO! CHALEB HAS THE TRIANGLE CHOKE LOCKED IN ON JOSE!
SS: Holy shit! He has him here!
Jose fights but he is quickly fading! The ref checks on him... and he is nearly out! NO!!! Matthews with a knee drop to the skull... and Chaleb is forced to release the hold. Matthews picks Chaleb up and tosses him through the ropes to the outside. He picks up Jose and tosses him outside as well! Matthews picks up Harmony... setting him up for the Holy Vendetta... NO!!! Harmony with a double leg takedown... and he locks in the STF!
DM: Justin is on his way to victory here! He has Jerry Matthews in the center of the ring!
SS: If Jerry Matthews taps here, Justin Harmony will be gaining the PCW Platinum Championship match in two weeks!
DM: Matthews looks to be in pain here! He has his hand in the air... ready to tap...
SS: This is close!
Jose' on the apron... Springboard dropkick. And he saves the match. Chaleb is back in the ring as well. Jose picks up Harmony... and he has him set for the Sweet Siesta... NO!!! Harmony with the reversal in to a Tornado DDT!!! And Chaleb quickly levels Harmony with a vicious lariat!
SS: That was brutal!
DM: Chaleb makes the cover on Jose!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: Jose kicks out just before the count of three!
SS: Amazing there! Wait, Brian Stryker is back to his feet and he's waiting for Jose and Chaleb to get back to his feet!
DM: They definitely do get back up to a vertical base! Stryker springs onto the middle rope... SPRINGBOARD DROPKICK! He nailed it onto Chaleb Jones but Jose Fernandez moves out of the way!
SS: And as Stryker gets to his feet, Jose picks him up on his shoulders and goes for it... SWEET SIESTA! Jose Fernandez made sure Stryker got that one!
DM: And in the meantime, Jerry Matthews has recovered as Justin Harmony makes it back to his feet! Harmony goes for a right, but Matthews blocks it, kicks Harmony in the gut and hooks him up... SAVIOR'S WRATH! Jerry Matthews just crushed Justin Harmony with the Savior's Wrath!
SS: While that is going on, Jose Fernandez is perched onto the top top! Chaleb Jones is back to his feet and Jose quickly dives off... GREETINGS FROM BOGOTA! Chaleb got driven down with a DDT from the top rope!
DM: But Jose may have just wasted what he had left with that move! Jerry Matthews makes the cover by hooking Justin Harmony's leg! Alan Gentry goes to count!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match up by pinfall and will be contending for the PCW Platinum Championship in two weeks time on Saturday Night Rapture... "THE EVANGELIST"... JERRY MATTHEWS!!!
"Long Black Train" by Josh Turner hits and Jerry Matthews gets his hand raised by Alan Gentry. Jose Fernandez is in disbelief as he just draped his arm on top of Chaleb.
DM: Jerry Matthews won, but damn! Jose Fernandez just came close!
SS: If he was only just a bit quicker! This could have been more and more interesting! But as it stands, Jerry Matthews will be facing either Draven Logan Kennedy, Heather Monroe or Adrien Cochrane in two weeks time on Saturday Night Rapture!
DM: Indeed he will be!
Jerry Matthews rolls out of the ring and he and Deacon Jeremiah savor this victory. Meanwhile, Jose is back up to his feet and is explaining to Gentry that he had the cover. Gentry explains that Matthews had it before he did. The two are back and forth on the issue and Jose just does not want to hear it. He turns away but quickly kicks Gentry in the gut, places him on his shoulders and then hits it...
DM: SWEET SIESTA! Jose just nailed a referee with the Sweet Siesta!
SS: Talk about obliteration! That was what we were seeing here!
Jose is still angry and slides out of the ring. He walks up the ramp while Alan Gentry is being tended to.
DM: I'm sure there is going to be a hefty fine for Jose laying out the referee!
SS: I'm sure he doesn't care! He's very irate and for good reason, he thought he was going to win but unfortunately for him... no dice!
DM: I'm sure he'll be getting another opportunity shortly! He did impress very much so maybe James Baker watched and liked what he saw!
SS: Maybe!
DM: Right now, we are to go to break! We'll be back after this!
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Aug 17, 2012 22:50:32 GMT -5
We come back from the break and "II Trill" by Bun B feat. Z-Ro and J. Prince hits and the crowd cheers loudly. James Baker walks out, dressed in a white tank top, baggy blue jeans, black work style boots, a chain around his neck, black sunglasses over his eyes and a black doo rag on his head while his signature Spiked Out Baseball Bat is in hand. Israel Steele stands behind him, looking as intimidating as ever.
DM: Our General Manager is out here along with Israel Steele! I wonder what is on their mind?
SS: They look like they're all business! Fuck them!
DM: OH JAMES...
SS: Can it! I don't want to lose my job! This... is my only source of income you know!
DM: Oh boo hoo! Cry me a river and build me a bridge! That's karma biting you in the ass, especially after you constantly shitted on poor people in the past!
They walk down the ramp and then get into the ring via walking up the steps and the ring apron. Baker grabs a microphone and begins to speak.
James Baker: First things first... what's good Boston?
The crowd cheers.
James Baker: That's what's up? Anyways, you just saw a fantastic match where Jerry Matthews won a chance at the Platinum Championship in two weeks. As well as witnessing Seamus O'Reilly win the eleventh edition of the Scars of Wrestling Cup and Chris Dash defeating Radar in a one on one match... and we have plenty of good matches ahead just for you. Fuck, this is gonna be a bomb ass show yo.
The crowd cheers louder.
James Baker: But before I get to the main reason why I'm out here. I feel the need to rant about some bullshit if you will. While things in life are going very well for yours truly. There has been something that has really been bothering me and it is accusations of me playing politics. For those people, I say... REALLY? Fucking really? Those who have known me, know I don't play favorites and politics disgusts me. I have been a victim of it. I remember it extremely well. I got screwed by the bad Nitemare out of a championship a few years back because well... that piece of shit had to play the backstage politics to shift the CWF Unified Championship off of me and onto his no-talent hack of a son. That's a moment I don't forget and will never forgive because I realized that the whole "greedy politician" thing ran very hard in our business. More so than I truly thought. Not surprised but I expected better.
Why am I stating my own personal experience from getting screwed via the political system that exists in this business? Well, despite that being in the public eye. People want to throw some baseless accusations of me doing the same thing that the piece of shit Nitemare did to me and others in the CWF. First, the people throwing this shit out are outsiders. They have no clue about anything. Second, they qualify in-between those who make Shannon Saint look like Albert Einstein and those who always gotta bitch and moan about something. It's pathetic and it makes you retards look sad. Most of all, what ya'll say isn't even true. Not even close. But you know what, it's not that much of a bothersome for me because I know it ain't true and everyone of you knows the deal. I... AM... NOT... THAT... PIECE... OF... SHIT... ROB OSBOURNE! Meaning, I... DON'T... PLAY... BULLSHIT... POLITICS!!! Did the baseless fucking morons who stated that shit actually understand the facts I stated or do I have to state it even slower for them to understand what is coming out of my filthy mother fucking mouth?
The crowd cheers even louder and starts a "NOT ROB OSBOURNE" chant. Baker smirks before continuing.
James Baker: Now that I have let the addressing morons portion of what I said out and about, which feels great by the way and I know those people are going to continue on with their boring ass diatribe of falsified bullshit, but I set the record straight and those people are indeed fucking irrelevant pieces of shits. It's time to get to the reason why I am out here tonight. As you've seen two weeks ago, we had APW owner James Jameson as a special guest on the show, giving a plug for APW's show on NBC. Well tonight, Terrell and I have invited him as a guest once more. So without any further adue, I would like to call James Jameson to the ring. Come on down...
"Slim Pickens Does The Right Thing And Rides The Bomb To Hell" by The Offspring hits and the crowd cheers at the official Saturday Night Rapture theme song. James Jameson walks out, flanked by two gorgeous women in tight dresses. They lead him down the ramp. As they reach the end, they walk up the steps. Jameson leans the ropes down for the women to get in before he gets in himself. Baker laughs to himself before shaking Jameson's hand and handing him a microphone as the music dies down.
James Baker: Well you sure know how to make an entrance.
The crowd cheers as they obviously agree.
James Jameson: I do what I can. Besides, these are two lovely ladies. I could give one to you if you want.
James Baker: Trust me, I'm good my man. I'm happily married to the most beautiful woman on the planet and I'm loyal and faithful to her. I love her dearly and would take a bullet for her. Basically, I'm a one woman man and I will remain that way for life.
The Boston crowd, mostly the women, let's out a huge Awww. Baker smirks and shakes his head.
James Baker: Hey, I only state the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Back to business, Terrell and I attended your show and we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. Very good event and if anybody is into good independent wrestling... Apex Pro Wrestling is one of those I recommend.
The crowd cheers loudly.
James Jameson: Thank you Mr. Baker for the plug. Very appreciative and my feelings for PCW reflects your feelings for APW. PCW certainly is the place for the violence and gritty feel that main stream federations seem to lack these days. They have no limits on what they can do and that's why they're as damn popular as they are right now.
The crowd cheers once more.
James Jamson: Tonight, I want to talk more about our upcoming event called Revenge of the 90's. What is it you ask? Well the show is a 90's themed event and every match on the card will have a theme revolving around something that either came to be or gained popularity during the 1990's. For example, we could have a Beavis and Butthead match, or a match with Nu Metal bands playing their classic songs while the wrestlers are wrestling in that ring. Something unique while also fun and enjoyable for the whole family.
Jameson chuckles as he states that. Baker nods and goes to speak.
James Baker: That's actually really cool. Great experience for the kids to watch and all that. And as I said two weeks ago, if you are fine with it. I would be more than happy to come and watch the event, live in the first row. You know, to enjoy the festivities. Again, if you're fine with it that is because the General Manager of PCW is open to most things.
James Jameson: I'm more than fine with it. Again, somebody with your resume at an APW show will boost the profile of the company and you get to see the very best APW has to offer on display. Hell, if you want, you can even cut an in-ring promo. I'm going to leave this one in your hands if you don't mind.
Baker smirks and speaks again.
James Baker: You know, like I did with the last show. I wouldn't mind doing a little something something and like I've said in the press conference... if need be, I can kick some ass and take some names. It ain't no thing but a chicken wing. But seriously, I would do that because I believe in APW as a company and the strides you guys are taking every single day. It's becoming a place where wrestling is the forefront and I couldn't be any prouder. You guys are doing your thing and I respect that. For realz. But leaving it all in my hands... well let's just say when it comes to "The King of Hardcore". Anything, and I mean ANYTHING can happen. (goes to a bit of an evil tone) HAHAHAHAHAHA! Believe that!
"II Trill" hits again as Baker, Steele and Jameson shake hands and pose to the audience to huge cheers from the crowd. They both step out of the ring and Jameson slaps the hands of the fans as he and Baker talk up the ramp.
DM: So not only did Baker state the truth which well those no-life irrelevant losers shouldn't be stating to begin with, but it looks like he's going to be at APW's Revenge of the 90's at the end of the month!
SS: The asshole is wheeling and dealing with other federations! He's not exactly isolated but I'm a much better fit than him!
DM: Bitch please! You ran PCW into the ground!
SS: I DID NOT, BITCH!
Desiree smacks Shannon in the nose with the hand most of her rings are on.
DM: You did too, dickhead! Now let's get on with our next match up of the night! The Pac versus the Jobbers for Hire!
Cut to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following tag team contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
The lights of the arena go completely out. "Wolfpac Theme" by J.Hart hits the PA system with the wolf howling as colorful pyros go off. Out from the backstage curtain steps The Devil Himself Dante Daevain and The Phantom. Phantom stands on the entrance way for a second with his hands out as if he is pleading with the people to turn from their wicked ways. Dante is seen standing a little bit away from him with a confident smirk on his face and holding onto a sizeable wad of money. Dante looks like he is basking in the adoration of the roaring crowd. As Phantom and Dante are walking down the ramp slowly, Dante is seen handing out hundred dollar bills to random fans. Behind him, Phantom is seen, and heard, condemning the hell out of the fans and the actions of what Dante is doing.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 481 pounds! "The Devil Himself" Dante Daevain and The Phantom... THE PAC!!!
After a little bit, Dante will obviously slip a few hundred dollars into Phantom's hands. At this point Phantom will begin to praise Dante and all his actions, preaching of his generosity towards others. Lagging far behind Dante and Phantom is none other than David the Retarded Barbed-Wire Wrapped Midget with a Taco. As he waddles his way down the ramp, he is seen handing out expired coupons to Taco Bell and screaming TACO! at the top of his lungs. Once Dante and Phantom reach and enter the ring, the two men begin to throw more money at the crowd with smiles on their faces. Outside the ring, David the Midget will be doing whatever he can to try and get into the ring..be it jumping up and down wildly, trying his hardest to climb the steps, or simply running around it like he is looking for a door. Once Dante and Phantom stop throwing money, they remove their entrance attire to reveal their wrestling gear. Dante will pull his gloves out of his suit jacket as always.
Jimmy Wilkes: And their opponents!
"The Baddest" by Krispy Kreme hits and Kyle Sync and Jerry Scarletti come out from behind the curtain and the crowd immediately starts booing them. Sync and Scarletti slowly walk down the ramp with the crowd chucking all types of garbage at them.
Jimmy Wilkes: Representing Jobbers for Hire! Kyle Sync and Jerry Scarletti!
They slide into the ring and are scared out of their ever loving minds as The Pac are just laughing at them. Both teams get to their corners as the referee rings the bell for this match up to begin.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And here we go! This... tag team match is underway!
SS: SPARRING SESSION commences!
DM: Shut up and call the match!
Kyle Sync and The Phantom start this off for their teams. Sync kicks at Phantom, but Phantom doesn't seem fazed. Sync kicks him again, but Phantom just stands there and laughs at him. Sync springs off the ropes and goes for Phantom... but Phantom lands a dropkick to the jobber to take him down.
DM: And right out of the gate, Stink is down!
SS: Of course he is! It's Kyle fucking Stink! The Pac are going to annihilate him and Scarletti!
Sync gets back up and is angry about being taken down. He starts throwing a temper tantrum and the crowd is laughing at him. He walks up to The Phantom and slaps him in the face. The Phantom feels the slap and doesn't look too pleased. Sync goes after Phantom, but just gets a superkick to the face for his troubles.
DM: Sync just pissed off The Phantom!
SS: He damn sure did! And look at him go!
The Phantom mounts on top of Sync and starts punching him repeatedly in the jaw. He gets back to a vertical base and then brings Sync up with him. He whips Sync into enemy territory. Phantom body splashes Sync and then tags in Dante Daevain! Phantom holds Sync in position as Daevain goes to the top. Dante flies off... and hits a dropkick as Phantom goes back with a Russian Leg Sweep.
DM: Nice, unique move there! Never have I seen it be done in a tag team match!
SS: It's a move never seen done before, and it worked well!
Dante is back to a vertical base and waits like a hyena for Sync to get up. Sync however crawls to his corner and tags in Jerry Scarletti, who looks horrified to say the least. Dante smirks and Scarletti is forced into the ring after Dante flips him over the rope. Scarletti gets up, but Dante quickly capitalizes by hitting him with a bulldog. But before Scarletti can fully go to the ground... Dante follows up with a low dropkick to the face.
DM: The Pac is really looking good here tonight!
SS: First PCW match up for them and no surprise that they're taking it to these punchbag bitches!
Dante gets Scarletti back up... and clotheslines him to the mat. Scarletti gets up for a second time, and Dante hits a second clothesline. Scarletti gets up for a third time, all dazed and confused. Dante appears behind him, places Scarletti's head underneath the arm and drops down...
DM: The Great Equalizer! Dante Daevain hits Jerry Scarletti with an Inverted DDT he calls The Great Equalizer!
SS: Scarletti's head just bounced violently off the mat there! He's out like a light!
As Dante gets up, The Phantom goes into the ring, and knocks Kyle Sync off the apron and onto the floor below with a boot to the face. Now it's both members of The Pac in the ring, surrounding Jerry Scarletti. Scarletti gets back to his feet and he has no clue where he is. Both Dante and Phantom look at each other before flicking their boots in the air simutaneously...
DM: THE FEAT OF FOOT! Dante and Phantom just kicked the holy hell out of Jerry Scarletti with a double superkick to the face!
SS: Well, this one's over! Not like the jobbers even stood a chance against The Pac to begin with!
DM: Dante and Phantom both lay a foot on Scarletti's body as the referee counts the fall!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here are your winners of the match by pinfall... THE PAC!!!
"Wolfpac Theme" by J.Hart hits and The Pac celebrates the victory to cheers from the crowd.
DM: The Pac dominate in their first PCW match up!
SS: But from here on out, they're going to be facing the much tougher competition! They have The Disciples of Syn, The Black Rose Mafia tandem of Danielle Lopez and Talia Skye, The Ohio State Wrecking Crew, Scarred from Thunder and The Glamorous/Vicious Combination among the teams that are competing in our tag team division!
DM: Our tag team division is bright in PCW! Lots of exciting things that could happen! But right now, we have got to go to a break! We'll be back with more Wrestle Extravaganza II after this!
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Aug 17, 2012 22:51:08 GMT -5
We are back from the break and Michelle Silva is standing with a microphone in hand as the camera gives her the cue to speak.
Michelle Silva: I am standing by with the PCW Broadcast Champion, Danielle Lopez!
The crowd cheers as the camera pans to Danielle, still with the Black Rose Mafia t-shirt over her ring gear and the PCW Broadcast Championship is slinged on her shoulder.
Michelle Silva: First things first, what was that war of words out there with Toxic?
Danielle Lopez: I'm glad you asked that. Toxic has been a major nuisance for well over a year now. They are constantly up in your face, starting crap and doing very dishonarable things. Their leader is like Adolf Hitler and the followers are Joseph Stalin. They live vicariously though two very bad people in the annals of World History, and it makes me sick.
Michelle Silva: Speaking of bad people in the annals of history. Not too long ago, your husband ranted on some things that were accusing him of being a carbon copy of Rob Osbourne. Any thoughts?
Danielle doesn't look exactly thrilled but answers anyways.
Danielle Lopez: Michelle, this question doesn't exactly make me happy but I will answer with honesty. First, James is NOT close to that person. He hasn't killed any feds, he is straight-forward and doesn't hold people back. Matter of fact, he gives people a chance to succeed. Second, it's quite sad to know that people would rather throw baseless garbage at you instead of getting it from the person themselves. I apologize for the inappropriate language I am about to use, but I find those people to be full of shit. Dumb fucking idiots. I have heard it all. From supposedly sleeping my way to the top, to even comments of "Miss Untouchable" from a person who more or less, has been here for what... two matches? Give me a damn break. My point? Simple. What you hear from the people who say that stuff... is not true. Not even close, and it comes from the mouths of certified idiots. I am equal to everybody in that locker room. I prefer no special treatment. In fact, I hate special treatment. I have always wanted and stressed about doing it fair and square and not be treated like a Queen. I live by a personal code of honor. I apply that code of honor to not only my wrestling career, but also away from this ring and in my personal life. I don't do dishonorable things. Never have and never will and I'm always going to be for the PCW fans, no matter what.
In the arena, the crowd cheers loudly and chants "Danielle Lopez". Michelle asks another question.
Michelle Silva: My final question is in regards to your Broadcast Championship defense against Jessica Harmony later tonight. What is your mindset going into this important match up?
Danielle Lopez: It is an important match. Not just for me, but for her too. This Broadcast Championship on my shoulder that I love very much, is at stake. But it's bigger than that. For Jessica, if she can claim victory over me... she will raise her stock very high and become a star. I admire Jessica's ambitions and I respect that she wants to be the best. Everybody here does, but I want this too. I want to help make the Broadcast Championship THE division to watch in PCW. And if I can do that or if anybody else can... I will be happy. Jessica is a woman I respect and I know she feels the same way. Unlike what has been said about me... I am NOT untouchable. I can be beaten and if Jessica beats me and takes the championship... I will be happy for her and send her a congratulations Tweet. I just hope no shenanigans happens. But I will give it my all out there. Not just for myself... but for all of the fans. I wish you all the best and let's tear the house down.
Michelle Silva: Anything else to wrap the interview up?
Danielle Lopez: I think that's it.
Michelle Silva: Well thank you for the interview. And good luck Danielle.
Danielle Lopez: Thank you, Michelle.
Danielle hugs Michelle before leaving the area.
SS: Damn! I'm... I'm speechless!
DM: Whenever she is pissed! Danielle can and will speak her mind! She's a modest, humble and a very sweet woman but just don't piss her off!
SS: I still don't like her! She just doesn't do it for me!
DM: That's your opinion, dumbass! Now let's get to the ring for our next match up of the night! Take it away, Jimmy!
Cut to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is a CASKET MATCH! The only way to win this match is by placing your opponent in the casket and having the lid shut on top of him, effectively giving the person who's not in the casket... the victory!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
The arena lights dim down and red lighting covers the ramp and the ring. "No More Heroes" by Slash blares out over the PA system, and Nightrain comes out, looking at the aisle as if it was his own domain and the fans are giving him a thunderous amount of boos.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Crowborough, United Kingdom, weighing in at 325 pounds… THIS IS NIGHTRAIN!!!
He slowly, yet intently, begins walking to the ring, still with the same look of domination in his eyes. Upon reaching the apron, he gets on the ropes and poses as a rockstar, to the major boos the crowd is giving him.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
The lights in the arena go out, before turning purple as "Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold plays. The crowd pops as the lyrics begin and Damon Warrens once again steps onto the stage in a black hooded robe.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from San Diego, California, weighing in at 198 pounds... "THE NITEMARE"... DAMON WARRENS!!!
DM: I wonder what's under the hood this week?
SS: Don't even want to know!
Damon removes the hood. Suddenly "Nightmare" switches to "Big Balls" by AC/DC and the crowd pops at the return of Damon's old theme. Damon removes his robe and reveals that he is wearing black Converse shoes, black knee pads, and a revealing, tight black speedo.
SS: OH WHAT THE FUCK! This is DISGUSTING!
DM: If he weren't gay... man, that's all I'm going to say! Nice ass on him though!
Damon Warrens walks down the ramp and climbs onto the apron. He step halfway through the ropes to fake grind on them, before fully entering the ring.
SS: This is wrong!
DM: Why are you always bitching? I mean really?
SS: This is disgusting!
DM: Shut up!
He climbs the turnbuckle and raises his arm before dropping down and sitting in his corner waiting for the match to start.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And this match up is underway!
SS: Brutality at it's finest! Come on Nightrain! Beat this faggot to a pulp!
DM: Ughh!
Damon is quick on the attack as he tackles Nightrain to the mat. Damon with a left... another... and he continues to lay in with the lefts. The ref pulls Damon off. Nightrain gets back to his feet... and he's tackled to the mat again. Damon again with hard lefts...and the ref again pulls him off.
SS: He's gone completely insane! Stop him referee!
DM: Shut up, fat ass! There are no disqualifications! The only way to win is by putting the opponent in the casket!
Damon in a fit of rage and he goes to his corner. Nightrain gets back to his feet... and Damon quickly rushes at Nightrain. Train catches him with a boot to the gut... and he quickly sends Damon shoulder first in to the ring post.
DM: Damon right into the steel post and that shoulder is gonna hurt!
SS: Why oh why didn't he put any clothes on?
DM: Jealous sweetie?
SS: Not at all!
DM: (sarcasm) Riiiiight! I believe that!.
Damon stumbles out holding his shoulder. He turns around... and Nightrain brings him to the mat with an armbreaker. Nightrain hammerlocks the arm behind Damon's back... and he drives a hard knee in to it.. .and another! Nightrian pulls up on the arm. Nightrain finally releases... and there's another knee drop on to the arm. Nightrain pulls Damon back to his feet... vertical suplex. Nightrain planted Damon down with a verticle suplex. Nightrain gets up, smirks and then rolls out of the ring and looks underneath the apron.
SS: I wonder what he's going to bring to the table here tonight?
DM: That's a good question! Train isn't exactly all there in the head! Crazy individual!
Nightrain pulls out all types of weapons. From a Katana, an Axe, a cheese grater and a steel chair. He brings the chair with him to the ring and waits very patiently for Damon to get up while he has the chair in hand. Damon is now up to his feet and Nightrain swings for the fences... NO! Damon dropkicks the chair into Nightrain's face. The chair drops and Train staggers back. Damon picks it up, and swings for the fences... THWACK! Right to the skull, but Train is still on his feet. Damon drops the chair and grabs the barbed wire at ringside. He wraps it around his fists and starts punching Train in the head with it, effectively busting him open.
DM: The blood is flowing here! Nightrain is the first to see color!
SS: This is gonna get bloody. This is not for the faint of heart!
DM: No doubt! No rules in this one which works well for both of these guys!
Damon now grabs the chair again and as Nightrain gets to his knees. Damon raises it up and... THWACK! Damon cracks Nightrain in the back with a chair. Damon's not stopping there as he continues to crack Nightrain with shot after shot before laying waste to him with a shot to the skull. The blood is flowing even more from Train's head. Damon smirks rather sinister like and throws the chair down as well as unwrapping the barbed wire from his fist.
DM: In just a quick amount of time, Nightrain has lost a lot of blood!
SS: But he's a warrior! He'll prevail over the faggot!
DM: Ughh!
Damon gets Nightrain up to his feet and starts landing in a series of jabs to the face. Damon comes back and lands a lariat to take Train back down to the mat. Nightrain gets back up, but only for Damon to grab him and hook him up for it... Snap Suplex! Damon with a nice Snap Suplex to Nightrain. Damon rolls out of the ring and looks underneath the apron himself. Damon grabs a Barbed wire bat and slides back into the ring. He waits for Nightrain to get to his feet. Nightrain gets up and Damon swings the bat... BAM! NO! Nightrain dropkicks the bat right to Damon's face. Damon falls down but there's no blood flowing from his head, just his arm as it blocked a lot of the impact.
DM: Now it's Damon's who's cut up... from his arm!
SS: I would laugh my ass off if Nightrain swung the bat right in his area!
DM: How would you like it if somebody did that to you?
SS: ...
DM: Yeah, that's what I thought pussy!
Nightrain rolls out of the ring and grabs the axe before rolling back in. He looks at Damon with a psychotic glare in his eyes while whelding the axe in his hand, thinking of something rather violent here.
DM: OH GOOD GOD! GOOD FUCKING GOD! DON'T TELL ME HE'S GOING TO DO IT!
SS: COME ON! FUCKING DO IT!
DM: You're disgusting! Mind if I do the same to you with a switchblade?
SS: (fearful) ... I'll pass thank you very much! I'd rather keep my penis!
DM: (rolls eyes) Whatever, idiot!
Nightrain goes to swing the axe towards Damon's area... but instead, Damon kicks the axe into Nightrain's skull and it cuts him up even more. The axe falls directly into the ground and Damon gets up, hooks Train in position before going for it... BADD DREAM! Damon just dropped Nightrain with the Badd Dream! But Damon's also down as well.
DM: Both men are down in that ring, Shannon! And Nightrain has lost a shit ton of blood!
SS: You know it! I wonder if he's going to be able to do what he says he's going to do? Because a loss of blood just means less energy!
Damon is slow to get to his feet but finally does as Nightrain lays on the apron. Damon reaches over and grab Nightrain, and brings him to his feet. Damon kicks Nightrain downstairs before he places him in-between his legs. He looks at the crowd with a smile on his face before executing it... PILEDRIVER ON THE CHAIR!!! HE HIT IT! Train's skull bounces off the chair following that wicked looking Piledriver. The referee goes to check on Nightrain, and it looks like he's out like a light.
DM: I think Train is done! He has to be!
SS: You can never tell! It's like Last Man Standing matches! Unpredictable to say the least!
Damon goes to drag Nightrain to the casket but he's not exactly the lightest guy on the planet. But Damon insists on dragging him. He drags him... and he drags him until reaching the casket. From there, he opens it up and kicks Nightrain's carcass into there. He goes to close the lid, but Nightrain gets his boot up in time to prevent it from happening. Train gets to his feet and is standing in the casket. Damon also is standing in there and the two are brawling with one another. Damon tries to sneak a fast one on Train, but Train catches the punch and gets himself and Damon on the apron before going for it...
DM: BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!!! NO!!! Damon lands on his feet! Damon grabs Nightrain by his neck and lifts him up...
SS: INVERTED SUPLEX! DAMON WITH THE INVERTED SUPLEX TO NIGHTRAIN!
DM: The brutality in this one has just been more evident! They're damn near killing each other here!
SS: This is the price they're willing to pay to get that win!
Damon gets back to his feet starts to stomp on Nightrain with even more force than usual. Damon gets Nightrain up to his feet and lands a right. He lands another right... and another right... and another right... and another right. He's got Nightrain reeling here. Damon runs up toward him... JUMPING KNEE STRIKE!!! NO!!! Nightrain ducked it and hits Damon with a low blow of his own to take him down to his knees. Train delivers a few punches to ensure that Damon won't be getting up. Nightrain goes towards the turnbuckle and takes the pad off, exposing the turnbuckle. Nightrain drags Damon by the head and tries to ram his head on the exposed steel, but Damon fights back with a few elbows to the abdomen. Damon now tries to ram Nightrain's head, but it doesn't work as Train drives Damon's arm first into the turnbuckle and follows up with a back suplex to the mat and both competitors are down on the mat.
DM: For the second time in this match, both competitors are lying on the mat!
SS: First to get to his feet can shift the momentum of this one into his favor!
Nightrain and Damon get to their feet at the same time. Both of them start trading blows with one another. Damon with a left... Train with a right... Damon... Train... Damon... Train. Again, these two are not letting up one bit in their quest to win this brutal match. Damon goes for another right, but Nightrain counters it and lands a Snap suplex. Train rolls out of the ring and snatches the ring bell from the time keeper before sliding back in the ring. Train waiting for Damon to get to his feet while he has the object firmly in his grasp. Damon gets to his feet, and Nightrain charges towards him... BAM! NO! Damon ducks the shot and goes to grab Train from behind... GERMAN SUPLEX!!! Damon hit the German Suplex out of desperation!
DM: Big move by Damon! Desperation move paid off!
SS: FUCK! Come on, Train! Take this butt pirate out!
DM: Taint, do you kiss your kids with that mouth?
SS: NO! Why?
DM: Because you have a filthy mouth! That's why!
Damon goes to the outside of the ring and looks under the apron once more. He grabs his signature barbed wire steel chair and slides in the ring. He goes to hit Nightrain in the head with it, but Train barely moves out of the way and the chair hits the mat. Nightrain backs into the corner and begs and pleads for Damon to not hit him with the chair. Damon swings for the fences anyways, and again, Train slithers out of the ring, narrowingly avoiding contact. Nightrain finds another chair on the outside and smiles rather wickedly before sliding back in the ring. Damon goes for a third attempt to hit Nightrain, but like the previous two times. It fails, but only due to Nightrain smashing it out of Damon's hands with the other chair before smashing him in the head with it, and now it's interesting as there is a gash on his head.
DM: Damon could very well be cut up, Shannon!
SS: This was bound to happen! Both men are going to bleed until they make sure the other one has lost this match!
Nightrain proceeds to stomp on Damon's body even more before attaching Damon's neck inside of the regular steel chair. Nightrain looks like a mad man at this point before he stomps his foot down... BAM! HOLY SHIT! NIGHTRAIN STOMPED ON THE CHAIR WITH DAMON'S NECK TRAPPED INSIDE! Total brutality and it is very possible that Damon may have trouble breathing afterwards. Damon's neck is still trapped inside, but Nightrain grabs the Barbed Wire chair and admires the damage he could possibly do while Damon is completely helpless at this point. Nightrain raises the chair up and... THWACK! RIGHT TO DAMON'S SKULL! The barbed wire of the chair connects to Damon's head and if the blood wasn't flowing from his head before... it sure is now.
DM: Now we can say both men are busted open! The blood is now pouring from Damon's head and it's flowing fast!
SS: Just the way it should be! This is violence! And I can see it getting more brutal as it goes on which is shocking enough!
Nightrain wipes the blood off Damon's head and smears on his chest as he smirks to huge boos from the crowd. He unwraps the chair from Damon's neck and gets him up. Damon is struggling to stand and stay on his feet. Nightrain hits Damon with a right to the head... and connects with another one... and another one. Damon stumbles back into the ropes, possibly out of it. Nightrain runs up to him for a body splash... but Damon moves out of the way and Train hits chest first! Train gets out of the corner, and now it's Damon who starts hitting lefts and rights. Train is reeling on the ropes and Damon runs up to him... and dropkicks him out of the ring. He is standing at the cables, and once Nightrain gets back to his feet, Damon leaps over the ropes...
DM: SUICIDE DIVE! DAMON WARRENS WITH THE SUICIDE DIVE TO NIGHTRAIN!
SS: A beaten and bloodied Damon Warrens at that! Shit, what can't these two guys do?
DM: I'm not sure! Despite the blood loss, they're STILL going!
Both are down, but it looks like Damon is finally starting to get back up. He's again struggling to stand, and now struggling to stay on his feet. Nightrain begins to stir as well. Damon is up and slugs his way towards Train who is up to one knee. Damon grabs him by his hair and begins to drag him down the aisle. Train attempts to fight him off but Damon subdues him with a sharp knee to the gut. Train being forced to ring side and Damon is looking to finish him off once and for all! Damon grabs Nightrain by the wrist... and irish whips him into the barricade! Train's lower back smacks against it and slinks down into a sitting position.
SS: You can't even imagine what that kind of impact does to your body, Desiree! Connecting with that barricade must have sent a shock up and down Nightrain's spine!
DM: I'm surprised these two superstars can even stand after all they have put their bodies through! Damon drags Nightrain to his feet and kicks him low and places him in position! If he Badd Dream's him, this is as good as over!
SS: Nightrain isn't making it easy for him! Nightrain drops to both knees and becomes dead weight for The REAL Nitemare!
DM: Damon musters up the rest of his strength left in his body and attempt to hit Nightrain with the Badd Dream... but Train blocks it, and instead kicks him in-between the legs with a low blow! Damon immediately lets go of Train and doubles over, holding the area!
SS: Nightrain is up and still nursing his lower back as he deliver a stomp to the side of Damon's head! Damon falls over onto all fours and... wait, what the hell is he doing?
Nightrain lines up Damon's head with the steel steps before backing up from him. Nightrain stomps his boot on the mat as he measures Damon up before charging him...
DM: STIFF KICK TO THE SKULL! And Damon's head smashes against the steel steps! Damon is down, head is throbbing and the wound opens up even more than before!
SS: HOLY SHIT! Both of their faces are fully covered in the crimson mask! This is insanity!
DM: Nightrain now grabs a cheese grater and starts grating Damon's forehead against it, making him bleed even more! He drops it down, and looks back underneath the ring apron before grabbing a steel chair!
SS: He means serious bizness here tonight! Train picks the chair up and drills it into Damon's throat!
Nightrain jabs the chair into Damon's throat again. Damon's face is beet red from not being able to breathe properly. Nightrain lifts the chair high into the hair and brings it back down... Damon catches the chair and grabs it. Damon wrestles it away from Nightrain as he begins to stand up. Nightrain looks on shocked wondering why Damon isn't on the ground still gasping for air! Nightrain takes off to the ropes but Damon drops him with a high knee to the face and Train is down.
DM: Damon is showing heart! He's not done yet! Damon places the steel chair over Nightrain's face and lifts his boot high into the air!
SS: NO! Don't do it, Damon! He's going to shatter Train's face into a million pieces!
DM: TOO LATE! Damon just hit the Spinning Heel kick to the skull and even more blood is dripping from Nightrain's forehead, even his nose is bleeding! Good god, how much blood can the human body actually stand to lose before it just gives out?
SS: Good question! I'm surprised these two are still conscious, much less standing! This has been a war! Damon forces Nightrain, a beaten and blood-stained mess, back to his feet and hooks him up... BROKEN RECORD! Damon just hit Nightrain with a Devil Lock DDT he called Broken Record!
DM: It seems as though neither one can hold on to their advantage once they regain their offense! Damon crawls over to the ropes and begins to pull himself up using the top rope! Nightrain reaches out and grabs the steel chair that Damon used on him not too long ago!
SS: Damon over to Nightrain and throws out a stiff left... NO! Nightrain ducks it and smashes the chair over Damon's head before dropping it down! Nightrain grabs him by the throat and lifts him up... THE UNFORGIVEN! Train with the thunderous chokeslam to Damon right on that steel chair!
DM: And NIghtrain wants to end this! Train begins to roll Damon over to the apron and angrily instructs the referees to open the casket lid! The lid opens and Nightrain finally kicks Damon into the casket! This match is going to be over!
SS: When he closes it, the fag will lose and this will be all over! Nightrain grabs the lid and shuts it! THIS IS OVER!
DM: NO IT IS NOT! Damon gets his hand up and blocks Train from closing the lid! Train begins to kick at Damon trying to force him down but Damon forces Train off the lid with a stiff chop to the throat!
SS: FUCK! He almost had it, Desiree! Nightrain almost had this match won!
DM: He did, but in PCW... almost doesn't count! Train is down on his knees trying to regain his breath as Damon climbs out of the casket and rolls into the ring!
SS: And we're back where we started with both men in the ring! Damon to his feet as Nightrain turns around to another hard shot to the face! Train backs into the ropes but Damon isn't done as he clotheslines Train over the top rope and tumbles out along with him!
DM: The crowd is on their feet in appreciation for the two stars! Damon is back up to his feet and looks down at Train's lifeless body! Damon grabs hold of Train and picks him up... Damon throws him face first into the ring post! Train's own blood stains the post as his head ricochets off!
Nightrain lays still on the arena floor as Damon moves towards him, almost stalking him. Damon picks him up and tosses him back into the ring and follows him. Nightrain and Damon both back to their feet and Damon nails Nightrainin the face with a forearm shot out of desperation. Damon rocks back as Nightrain nails him with another one for good measure. Damon is reeling on the ropes and Nightrain charges him... Damon ducks and back body drops Train over the ropes but Train lands on the apron behind Damon who doesn't know that Train landed on his feet. Nightrain spins Damon around and Damon swings for the fences but Nightrain ducks it and grabs Damon's head and jumps off the apron... Damon's throat gets hung down off the apron.
DM: Damon is down as Nightrain attempts to catch a breather on the outside!
SS: That's not smart! Nightrain you gotta get in there and roll him into the casket! That's the only way you're going to win this!
DM: I think he knows that, but these two have been at war with each other for over twenty minutes now and a ton of blood has been lost by both men!
SS: But this is PCW! It's all about winning and glory!
DM: Maybe so, but it's damn near impossible for these men to have anything left in their gas tanks!
SS: Nightrain is back in the ring now as Damon is up to his hands and knees... leg drop to the back of the head! Damon back down! Nightrain get him rolling!
DM: Wow, fat ass! I think you just spoke to him! Nightrain forcing Damon's body across the ring! He has him at the apron, but Damon grabs the ropes and is having a tight grip on them! Train begins to stomp on Damon's hands to get him to let go... but Damon swings his leg just enough to trip Train!
SS: Neither man can catch a break here! One gets the upperhand and then the other finds himself in trouble!
DM: It's been an even match so far! These two aren't exactly your clean cut standard cookie cutter wrestler from the Golden Age... excuse me, The Dark Age of professional wrestling! They can adapt well to each other and they know how the other one thinks!
SS: Both men are up and immediately go to blows with one another! Nightrain lands a left... and Damon comes back with a right! Train and Damon in the middle of the ring, and the crowd is giving off responses to the blows at hand!
BOO!
YAY!
BOO!
YAY!
DM: Nightrain with a stiff shot to Damon's jaw that rocks him back! Nightrain takes off and bounces off the ropes... Nightrain returns but is caught by Damon as he lifts Train up... and throws Train over the ropes with a Belly to Belly suplex that sends him over the ropes and to the table! Damon smirks, bounces off the ropes and then leaps over them...
SS: OH SHIT! LOOK THE FUCK OUT!
Damon leaps over the ropes and onto Nightrain, and both competitors scramble onto the announce table, with Damon's momentum sliding him to the back of the table. Damon lets out a chant and the crowd erupts to cheers. Nightrain is laid out on the table, not moving at all. Damon gets up and then forces Nightrain up to his feet. Train is out on his feet as Damon grabs ihs head and slams it off the table! Nightrain bounces off the table and begins to stumble away from the table, feebly attempting to escape Damon Warrens. Desiree and Shannon are able to sit back down as Damon clears out from behind the table and goes after Nightrain.
SS: Holy fuck! That was intense! Surprised everything stayed intact!
DM: I'm surprised these two are still going! After all they've done to each other!
SS: I'm loving every damn minute of it though! This is what PCW is about! We aren't some shit filled federation that operates from Toronto!
DM: Not at all, Shannon! Nightrain back in the ring now and Damon slides in after him! Damon goes to grab Nightrain but Train dropkicks Damon's knee out from under him! Nightrain now off the ropes... Train returns and smacks his boot off Magnus' face!
SS: But Damon is still standing! Train is now telling Damon to stay down, but Damon shakes him off and tries to go for another Badd Dream...
DM: NO! Train manages to get out of it and kicks Damon in the gut before placing him in position... TRAINWRECK! Nightrain nails the Trainwreck!
SS: It's all over now! All he needs to do is roll him over into the casket and shut the lid!
DM: That sounds very simple in theory, but Train is down as well! This match has taken too much out of both of these competitors!
SS: Nightrain is starting to his feet! Come on! Get up and roll him in! Now is your chance! Come on, what the hell is he doing!?
DM: Looks to me like he's going to try for The Derailer! He's going for it... NO! Damon just uses enough strength to get to his feet... and SLAM him down to the mat!
SS: DAMMIT! DAMMIT! DAMMIT!
DM: Damon stumbles back to his feet, but he's caught just enough to maybe stay in this! He gets Nightrain back to his feet, and hooks him in a double arm DDT position before going for it... BADD DREAM! BADD DREAM! For the second time in this match, Damon Warrens has NAILED Nightrain with the BADD DREAM!
SS: SHIT! This isn't good! Come on, Train! Get the fuck up already!
The impact of the move has Nightrain down on the apron and the casket opens up. Damon gets back to his feet and runs towards him... and lands a dropkick to the abdomen area to send him into the casket. Damon goes out to the apron and gets Nightrain up before hooking him in position once more... BADD DREAM! Damon hit it for a third time in this match. Damon gets back out onto the apron and signals for the referee's to close it. The referee's grab the lid... and slam it shut with Nightrain inside, effectively ending this match.
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of this match up... "THE NITEMARE"... DAMON WARRENS!!!
"Nightmare" by Avenged Sevenfold hits as Damon raises his arm in the air as the blood flows from his arm as well as his forehead.
DM: Damon Warrens though hell and all, has just beaten Nightrain in this brutal casket match!
SS: Dammit! Why couldn't Nightrain win? I like him better!
DM: Nightrain had his chances, but in the end... it was Damon who pulled out all the stops here!
SS: Unfortunately he did but I'm sure Nightrain is not gonna let this loss slide, I'm almost expecting him not to!
DM: I don't think so either, but I'm wanting to see just how this will continue! For now though, we are to go to a break! We'll be back with more Wrestle Extravaganza II after this!
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Aug 17, 2012 22:51:48 GMT -5
We're back from break and the camera switches to the backstage area where we have PCW Tag Team Championship hopefuls, Scarred From Thunder walking to the ring for their match. Their appearance cues cheers from the fans.
Scarlett Quinn: Alright Jay, you all ready?
Jay Thunder: Yeah. Just give me one second. I’ll catch up.
Scarlett Quinn shrugs her shoulders before proceeding down the ring. And then a calm voice speaks from behind Jay.
“Well, well, well…Jay Thunder…”
Jay freezes in shock, afraid to turn around. The camera pans to show the person is none other than PCW Platinum Championship hopeful Adrien Cochrane. More cheers.
Adrien Cochrane: Relax. It’s just Adrien.
JT: Oh thank God. I thought I was about to die.
Adrien chuckles.
AC: I just wanted to wish you good luck tonight. Hopefully, by the time we exit this arena, we’ll both have big shiny belts.
Adrien extends his hand to his first opponent. Jay shakes it.
JT: Good luck to you too, man.
Adrien walks away as Scarlett and Jay walk to the entrance way. We come back to the arena where Jimmy Wilkes is ready to announce the next match.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and winner of this match becomes the new PCW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
"Duality" plays and the lights in the arena go off. Moments later, the lights come up and Syn, Kai, and Alisyn are both standing on top of the ramp and they have Mya Denton right behind them. Syn demands Mya to be at the front. Mya doesn't want to comply but Alisyn shoves her forward. Kai shakes his head as Syn and Alisyn are giving very dark smiles.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making their way to the ring, being accompanied by Alisyn and Mya Denton, from Parts Unknown, at a combined weight of 426 pounds... Syn and Kai... THE DISCIPLES OF SYN!!!
They all walk down the aisle and Kai slides into the ring while Syn walks up the steps and climbs through the ropes and Mya and Alisyn stand on the outside of the ring. Syn sits down Indian style in the middle of the ring and Kai stands behind him, his arms folded as they await their opponents.
Jimmy Wilkes: And their opponents!
The lights of the arena go dark as the sound of Thunder can be heard. Soon, the theme of Scarred from Thunder hits the speakers, and Jay Thunder comes running out alongside Scarlett Quinn.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 300 pounds... Jay Thunder and Scarlett Quinn… SCARRED FROM THUNDER!!
They run to opposite sides of the stage and taunt at the ring, hyping up the crowd before walking back to the middle of the stage, and start walking towards the ring. Jay, high fiving fans on the way down, points up at the roof of the arena before sliding in, turning to stand up when Scarlett slides in. They both get on opposite turnbuckles, taunting the fans, before stepping down.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: Kai and Thunder are going to start us off... Wait! What's that?
Jay Thunder and Kai are shaking hands!
SS: ARE THESE GUYS FUCKING SERIOUS!?
DM: What a great display of sportsmanship, for sure!
SS: No no wait! THIS IS FUCKING INSANE! WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING!?
DM: Maybe he grabs the basic notion of respect, something that has seemed to elude you! Here's the collar-and-elbow tie up. Thunder quickly takes the upperhand with a go behind. Rear waist lock, and he tries to lift Kai, but Kai is blocking it! Kai with a hard back elbow, and he quickly gets Thunder in a front face lock... suplex!
SS: Wow! Kind of a quick start to this one!
DM: They lock up again, and Thunder with a side headlock takedown. He wrenches on the head of Kai, looking for a submission possibly. Thunder releases the headlock as he scissors the right arm. Thunder stands, and he quickly falls to his knees, twisting that arm!
SS: Thunder has Kai by the arm... dragging him to the corner, and there's the tag!
DM: Thunder brings Kai back to his feet as Quinn steps in. They grab Kai with a double facelock...double suplex! Thunder climbs out to the apron as Quinn grabs Kai by the leg. She flips Kai over...half boston crab!
SS: This submission is so devastating!
DM: Kai is close to the ropes...and he grabs a hold of the bottom one!
SS: Quinn releases the leg and waits as she measures Kai. Quinn rushes in... NO! Kai ducks under an oncoming clothesline...and he makes the tag!
DM: Syn steps over the top rope as Quinn waits! And here's the lockup. Syn is trying to force Quinn to the corner, but Quinn is holding her own, barely being pushed back! Syn with a hard knee to the gut... and a clubbing blow to the back, knocking her down! He picks Quinn back up... ROUNDHOUSE KICK!
SS: What impact! Syn quickly picks Quinn up and traps his arms. Headbutt...a second...a third! And a snap powerslam to follow! Syn has the cover!
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!
NO!!!!!
DM: Quinn kicks out! Syn grabs Quinn by the legs and drags him to the corner for the tag. Kai climbs to the top rope and sit down.
SS: What could they be thinking here?
Syn slingshots Quinn face first in to Kai's knees! Kai holds Quinn's face to her knees as he dives up...and Quinn back bends across Syn's knees as he comes down! Syn steps out to the apron as Kai applies a body scissors on Quinn. The referee checks on Quinn, but Quinn struggles through. Quinn with a hard elbow to Kai's leg...and a second! Quinn forces the legs apart, but Kai is able to tag in Syn! And Syn with a stomp to the gut, keeping Quinn grounded!
DM: Great fundamental teamwork by the Disciples of Syn here! They have the ring cut off, and Quinn trapped in their corner! Syn brings Quinn to his feet and sends her hard in to the corner! Syn follows in and buries a shoulder in to the gut! And he hits her a second time with the shoulder! Syn backs off...and he's coming in at Quinn... but Quinn moves out of the way of the big splash! Syn stumbles back as Quinn grabs him from behind...back suplex! And both competitors are down!
SS: Quinn needed that! She was getting in to some trouble there, but as you can see...he made the most of it!
DM: Quinn is starting to stir as he slowly crawls towards his corner...and he makes the tag! Thunder quickly enters, instantly falling with an elbow drop to Syn's chest! He grabs Syn by the leg and kicks him behind the knee...a second kick, and he falls back, hyper extending the leg! Thunder wraps on a leg lock!
SS: Syn is trying to pry Thunder's legs apart, but Thunder instead unclutches his legs. He returns to a standing position, and he drops an elbow across the knee! Thunder returns to his feet and grabs the other leg... SHARPSHOOTER!
DM: Potential submission here!
The referee checks on Syn, but Syn refuses to make a sound. He builds up his strength, allowing him to extend his legs to get Thunder off of him! Syn makes it to all fours, but Thunder is able to catch him with a running knee to the side of the head, planting him back to the mat! Thunder makes the cover!
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!
NO!!!!!
DM: Syn forcefully tossing Thunder off of him! Syn again tries to get up, but Thunder is quickly able to apply the side headlock, forcing Syn back to the mat! Syn is struggling, slowly making it to his feet. He forces Thunder off in to the ropes...and he takes Thunder out with a hard lariat on the return!
SS: Syn has such power behind those shots... but he really needs to make the tag here!
DM: Syn has Thunder in a waist lock...german suplex! And he rolls through, another german suplex... Thunder blocked the last German, and he quickly rolls through! Thunder rolls forward for a pin, but instantly lets go of Syn's legs and tags in Quinn. Quinn steps over the top rope, and Syn manages to reach the corner to tag Kai. The tag is made and here comes Kai...
SS: BUT WAIT! WHAT IS THAT!?
Scarlett goes to fight Kai, but Syn gets back up and goes towards Scarlett... Step-Up Enzuigiri! Syn with a Step Up Enzuigiri to Scarlett! Jay just looks on, pretty much staying in his corner, fatigued. Kai looks at Syn and they both nod at each other. They both pick up Quinn... SANDWICH PILEDRIVER!
SS: HAHAAAAAAAA! LOOK AT THE CUNNING OF KAI!
DM: AND JAY THUNDER IS STILL IN HIS CORNER!
SS: COVER BY BOTH SYN AND KAI!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
*DING DING DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Scarlett Quinn has been eliminated!
Immediately after Scarlett's elimination, Syn calmly steps through the ropes, gaining Jay's attention as he looks back and forth between both brothers. He slowly backs up as Syn walks up next to Kai, before the two of the slowly advance towards him. Jay raised both hands to defend himself as they got closer, when Syn suddenly held up a hand, causing Kai to halt and everyone to look at him in confusion. He walks over to the ring ropes and asks a stagehand for his trench coat from the stagehand, as well as a mic.
Syn: It seems gentlemen that we've reached an impasse...so to speak.
Syn paused, then slipped on his trench coat as he turned his attention to Jay Thunder.
Syn: Now you see Jay, normally at this point in time, Kai and I would have more than likely beaten you within an inch of your life, before defeating you in a rather brutal fashion. You're wondering why we haven't done that yet, are you not?
Jay slowly nods, still not taking his eyes off of either Kai or Syn as Syn continued.
Syn: Now, we COULD still do that if we chose, but in light of some intriguing thoughts brought to my attention by Kai here, I thought that I would share them with you before any action is taken. You see, Kai and I, while we share as close a bond as brothers can possibly share, the two of us have very different goals as wrestlers. Kai wants to validate himself as one of the best in the world today, but he doesn't want to achieve that status with the notion that I helped him along the way.
Jay turned and looked at Kai, who had his arms crossed and was giving him a blank stare.
Syn: While I, on the other hand, simply wish to shake this entire industry to the core and plunge it into a state of total anarchy, and could honestly do without the silly little accolades that may come with it. Now, with that in mind, I want to "Help" Kai in any way I can -
Syn paused, making sure that he had Jay's full attention, before giving him a hollow smile.
Syn: - and that includes finding him a "Suitable" partner to replace me.
Jay stares at Syn and Kai in shock as he realized what Syn was implying. Syn places a hand on Jay's shoulder as he continues to speak.
Syn: Yes, you happen to be the only person on the roster who Kai would be remotely compatible with in a tag team setting, and it's not as if you don't get anything out of this as well. At the moment, you're chances at beating both of us are very low, but if you take our offer, you will not only walk out of this arena with no damage, but you will also walk out as one half of Premium Championship Wrestling's new Tag Team Champions.
Jay seemed to be considering it.
Syn: Now, don't mistake this as an offer to join my merry little band of lost souls. I simply....see potential in what you are capable of inside of the ring. Now, with that in mind: What will you choose? Yes?.....Or No?
Jay looked over at Kai, before looking back to Syn, nodding in acceptance.
Jay T: ...Deal.
Jay looked back at Kai as Syn took his hand off his shoulder, and "Duality" began to play over the PA. The whole crowd looked at the scene in shock, wondering what just happened in this ring. The stagehand brought over the PCW Tag Team Championships, handing one half to Kai, and the other to Jay.
Jay T: Well, looks like this is the start of a friendship, eh?
He looked up to Kai, and smirked. As "Duality" played around the arena, Jay turned to the crowd and held up the belt to cheers.
DM: I don't believe it! Jay Thunder and Kai as World Tag Team Champions?
SS: I'm shocked! I'm very much shocked!
DM: I wonder what this will do for Syn going forward!
SS: He's money! I sense World title picture! Definitely that!
DM: Well right now, we have to go to commercial! We'll be back after this!
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Aug 17, 2012 22:52:18 GMT -5
We come back from break and the scene opens up to the office of one James Baker. He is sitting in there at his desk while his bodyguard and friend, Israel Steele sits on the couch. A knock occurs on the door and both perk up.
Israel Steele: I'll get this.
Israel gets up and opens the door to reveal a man wearing a fancy black tuxedo suit, black dress shoes, a gold rolex watch and black Oakley shades with his hair slicked back standing there with a smirk on his face.
Israel Steele: And you are?
??: Kilo Pérez. Now am I allowed in?
Israel Steele: James, is it cool if Kilo can come in?
James Baker: Yeah, that's fine. Send 'em in.
Kilo walks into the office and takes a seat in one of the chairs. Obviously there is some tension in the room due to the past the GM and Kilo share but this isn't the time to bring back memories.
James Baker: So let me as the question. What in the hell are you doing here?
Kilo Pérez: It's funny you ask that. I'm here to acquire about a PCW contract.
James Baker: Oh really now. And why the hell should I give you one?
Kilo Pérez: No disrespect to those who work here, but look around. I see guys who are featured somewhere good on the card, yet their talent level screams curtain jerker.
James Baker: Let me guess. You're going to state that you're better suited for said spot, am I correct?
Kilo Pérez: Hey, you said it, I didn't. But I am under the impression that PCW is always looking for fresh talent. And bringing me aboard...I certainly qualify as fresh talent.
James Baker: What makes me think you're not just here so you can give Toxic and your two girls a numbers advantage?
Kilo Pérez: That's an easy question to answer. I love Christina and Ivette to death. Always have, always will...but they are on their own, doing their thing with Toxic. Me, I want to do what I have to do. On my own and do it the right way.
James Baker: I see. And why the change of heart?
Kilo Pérez: Because the way I acted when I was here last time, is not how an ambassador for the LGBT community is supposed to act. I have to uphold a standard that a spokesperson is supposed to have, and I want to make amends and right the wrongs I have made in the past. I don't expect to be friends with these people, but I want to do this in PCW. I want my chance at redemption.
James Baker: This almost sounds too bullshit to believe. What happens if you fuck up?
Kilo Pérez: If I fuck up...you can fire me.
Baker smirks as he hears Kilo utter those words.
James Baker: Very interesting analysis there, Albert. We both know you and I haven't had the best experiences over the years. Matter of fact, they have been downright horrendous. What, with myself and Da Dynasty humiliating you many years back...but I am a fair man and I will give you this shot. You are now once again, a PCW superstar.
Kilo smirks and celebrates under his breath. Baker stars at him and Kilo stops.
James Baker: However, if you even fuck up once under this contract. Your ass is gone. Understood?
Kilo Pérez: You got it. I won't let you down.
James Baker: For your sake...I sure as hell hope not. Now get the fuck out of my office.
Kilo shakes James' hand and leaves the office. Baker sighs and goes back to what he previously was doing.
DM: Oh yay! Kilo Perez back in PCW!
SS: Something's wrong with him! He doesn't seem like himself!
DM: What are you talking about?
SS: Did you not just hear him? He wants to do it the right way! LIKE A PUSSY!
DM: It's not the pussy way! What a pussy way is, is being an inept douche bag like you! Or somebody who's anti-social and doesn't bother talking to anybody backstage! But I've said enough! Let's get to our Broadcast Championship match!
SS: Which we will crown a new champion!
DM: Shut up, Taint! You don't know a damn thing!
Cut to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the PCW BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
"Here to Stay" by Korn hits and Danielle Lopez emerges from behind the curtain to an enormous reception from the crowd with her PCW Broadcast Championship belt around her waist. She points to the crowd and does a pose on the ramp.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, from San Diego, California. She is a member of the PCW Hall of Fame, and she is the PCW BROADCAST CHAMPION... "THE LETHAL LATINA"... DANIELLE LOPEZ!
She walks down the ramp and high fives the fans along the way. She slides in through the bottom rope. She walks to the middle of the ring where she does a couple of cheerleader poses before going to the top rope and raises her title in the air to even more cheers from the fans. She hops off the ropes and hands the title to the referee before going to her corner to await for her opponent with a prepared expression on her face.
Jimmy Wilkes: And her opponent!
"Agony" by The GazettE hits the PA and Jessica comes out with Garrett right behind her. Posing for the crowd for a second, the pair then takes off, Garrett leading the way.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, being accompanied by Garrett Carmichael, from Seattle Washington... "REBELLIOUS HARMONY"... JESSICA HARMONY!!!
Garrett gets to the apron, holding the ropes open for Jessica, who teases him along the way getting inside the ring. When inside the ring, Jessica stares at the stage, awaiting for the match to start.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And this Broadcast Championship match up is underway!
Danielle and Jessica shake hands and lock up in a collar and elbow tie-up, but Jessica turns it into a side headlock. Danielle however grabs Jessica's arm and goes behind her where she has her locked in an arm submission hold. Jessica shows some great technical moves as she gets out of the hold by taking Danielle down with a hip toss.
DM: Neither of these two, or at least in Danielle's case, aren't exactly known as technical wizards but they can do well in that department if needed!
SS: Jessica can do well on my dick! Maybe once I can get married again, she can be one of my many wives!
DM: You are so disgusting! This is why the feminist groups are calling for your head!
Danielle gets back up and looks at Jessica with a much determined expression on her face. Jessica looks back at her with the same type of expression on her face. They go to lock up once more, and this time, Danielle gets a side headlock on Jessica. Danielle turns it into a Snapmare takedown and has Jessica with another side headlock, except this one is on the ground. Jessica plants her feet on the mat and gets back to a vertical base. She tries to back suplex Danielle, but the champ lands on her feet. Jessica turns around, but Danielle catches her with a Spinning backfist that connected to Jessica's nose.
DM: If she had put more force behind that! Jessica's nose would be a bit bloodied!
SS: Yawns! This bitch hits soft! She's lousy at best!
DM: OH JAMES...
SS: I was kidding! Please don't yell to get him out here!
DM: Fuck you, Taint!
Danielle raises Jessica to a seated position and starts driving her elbow into the side of her neck. Danielle gets back to her feet and delivers a knee right to the back of the neck before following up with a knee drop. Danielle looks down at Jessica and gets her up off the mat. Danielle sizes Jessica up before running toward her... Leaping Hurricanrana! Danielle with the Leaping Hurricanrana to Jessica Harmony. Danielle with the cover as Larry Smith goes down to count the fall.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Jessica manages to kick out just in the nick of time, but this is the type of damage Danielle has to do if she wants to emerge with the victory and retain her championship over Jessica!
SS: Well yeah! She has to do it, but I'm not sure she can!
DM: How so?
SS: Because Jessica has beaten capable stars without going too hard! Meanwhile, Danielle went beyond the max to defeat Morrison as well as being attacked after the match by Sickboy and Yoshiru Long! So all that is a risk for Danielle!
DM: But never count out the champ! She's been down too many times to be bet against and she always pulls it out!
Danielle picks Jessica back off the mat and goes for a kick, but Jessica grabs her leg and plants her elbow on it before hitting Danielle with a Dragon Screw. Jessica starts stomping on Danielle's left knee before locking her in a Heel hook. Danielle scratching and clawing, easily grabs the rope, but Jessica isn't one to let go. Larry Smith tries to calmly tell Jessica to let go, but Jessica is not compromising. Smith goes to count.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
Jessica releases the hold before the count of five. She gets back to her feet and as Danielle uses the ropes to get up, Jessica goes back on the attack and stomps away at Danielle's injured knee to take her back down to the mat. Jessica grabs Danielle's knee once more and slams it down to the mat. Danielle clutches at her knee with pain and agony on her face. Jessica grabs Danielle by the hair and forces her back to her feet. Jessica grabs Danielle and places her in position... Neckbreaker! Jessica with the Neckbreaker on the PCW Broadcast Champion. Jessica goes for the cover as Smith counts the fall.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: This time, Danielle kicks out of a high impact move from Jessica Harmony!
SS: As we have noted many times before! Danielle can take a beating in matches! She can dish it out as well as take it! I may dislike her, but she is one of the hardest working wrestlers in this business! She got everything she got because of hard work, unlike what other jackasses say about it!
DM: Wow! This is a first! You're actually defending Danielle Lopez?
SS: I am in a way because as I said, I can't stand her, but you can't deny that she worked hard to get where she is and she did it fair and square!
Jessica drags Danielle back to the middle of the ring and grabs her leg before turning her onto her stomach... Single Leg Boston Crab! Jessica has the Single leg boston crab locked in. Danielle has even more pain and anguish on her face as she doesn't know where to go due to being located dead center in the ring. Jessica applies even more pressure on the knee. Danielle however now has a determined look on her face as she begins to try and crawl her way toward the ropes. Danielle continues to inch for the ropes while Jessica attempts to drag her back to the middle. It is a struggle here and... DANIELLE GOT IT! Danielle leaped her way to the bottom rope and grabs on it. Jessica is not releasing the hold and Larry Smith has to begin the count again.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
Jessica releases the hold and quickly forces Danielle back to her feet and clocks her with a right hand. Danielle comes back and hits a forearm to Jessica's face. Jessica with a right... Danielle with a forearm smash... Jessica... Danielle... Jessica... Danielle! Back and forth they go. Jessica tries for another right, but Danielle ducks and manages to step away for a moment. As Jessica turns around, Danielle runs up to her, grabs Jessica by the face and goes into a 180º angle... THE LETHAL CURSE! Danielle connected with The Lethal Curse to Jessica Harmony, but that proved to be determimental to her as well because she landed on the injured knee. Both Jessica and Danielle lay on the mat as Larry Smith begins the mandated ten count.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!
SIX!!!!
SEVEN!!!!
EIGHT!!!!
NINE!!!!
DM: And Danielle makes it up to a vertical base!
SS: As does Jessica!
Jessica and Danielle stare at one another, with huge amounts of fatigue in both of their expressions. Danielle and Jessica start trading some blows with each other once more. Danielle lands a left kick to the abdomen, while Jessica lands her with a right hand punch. Danielle... Jessica... Danielle... Jessica. It's back and forth while the crowd cheers every time Danielle lands a kick and gives a mixed reaction when Jessica lands as well. Jessica grabs Danielle by the arm and Irish whips her to the ropes... Danielle back on the rebound... Clothesline! NO! Danielle ducked and grabs Jessica by the neck... Neckbreaker! Danielle Lopez with a huge Neckbreaker on Jessica Harmony. Danielle goes for the cover right here...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: Jessica just managed to get her foot on the bottom rope to save this match!
SS: Jessica almost got caught, but she had perfect ring awareness to get her foot on the bottom rope!
Danielle gets back up to her feet and steps near the ropes. As Jessica gets to a seated position, Daneille runs up to her... Shining Wizard! Danielle Lopez with a Shining Wizard to the face. Danielle raises her arm up to the cheers of the sold out crowd tonight. Danielle steps on the apron and clasps her hands on the ropes. Jessica gets back to her feet and Danielle springs off... SPRINGBOARD SEATED SENTON! Danielle with a Springboard Seated Senton to Jessica. Sickboy lands in a sitdown position as Danielle runs to her once more... LOW DROPKICK TO THE FACE!
DM: A brutal shot to the face and the champ has this match firmly in control!
SS: It's not over yet you know!
DM: Durr! No shit, you idiot!
Danielle goes to a neutral corner and waits for Jessica to get up. As Jessica is finally to her feet, Danielle walks towards her and kicks her in the gut before placing her in position... DA XTREME KNOCKOUT! NO! Jessica wouldn't let her hit it and gets out of the move. Danielle turns around, but only for Jessica to grab her by the head... HARMONIOUS FEAR! Jessica with that Sitout Facebuster to Danielle and immediately goes for the cover. This could be it...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: DANIELLE JUST KICKED OUT!
SS: IMPOSSIBLE! How the hell did she do that?
DM: She has heart and courage! She wants to win this thing just as much, if not more than Jessica does!
SS: Her title is at stake so I could see that being the reason!
Jessica is starting to feel some frustration and says "What do I do to put her way" before stepping out onto the apron and going to the top rope. She looks down at Danielle before diving off... FROG SPLASH!!! NO!!! Danielle got her knees up in time, and Jessica lands ribs first directly into Danielle's knees. Jessica is down holding her ribs while Danielle slowly but surely makes it to her feet. She waits impatiently as Jessica is starting to come to and gets up. Jessica is back to her feet and as she turns, Danielle lifts her leg up and goes for it...
DM: POTENTIAL BRAIN DAMAGE! Danielle just NAILED Jessica Harmony with that High Roundhouse Kick to the skull!
SS: SHIT! I guess we can chalk this one up as another win and successful title defense for "The Lethal Latina"!
DM: DANIELLE WITH THE COVER! THIS COULD DO IT?!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... and STILL PCW BROADCAST CHAMPION... "THE LETHAL LATINA"... DANIELLE LOPEZ!!!
"Here To Stay" by Korn hits and Danielle Lopez is handed the Broadcast Championship and celebrates to cheers from the crowd.
DM: Well Taint, Danielle retained once more and she is STILL the Broadcast Champion!
SS: FUCK! When the hell is she going to lose? Like seriously?
DM: Whenever she feels like being the Broadcast Champion isn't worth it anymore! I don't know! Don't ask me!
Danielle rolls out of the ring and raises the Broadcast Championship in the air as Lexi Reiyne, Nathan Warrens, Aaron Warrens, Jane Isis and Mariah Lopez appear on the stage to celebrate with her. From there, we go to commercial break.
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Aug 17, 2012 22:52:55 GMT -5
An advertisement for the next PCW pay-per-view Anarchy begins to play.
Anarchy is typically associated with a state of lawlessness or political disorder due to the absence of governmental authority!
And due to the state of lawlessness or political disorder, uncontrolled violence is the norm!
PCW wise! It is the name of a historic event in company history!
The name of the company's first ever pay-per-view event!
But this sequel of the Anarchy that took place in 2010... can the stars even be tamed?
Find out at the Air Canada Centre in Toronto, Ontario, Canada on October 13th, 2012!
PCW ANARCHY!
Feel the Anarchic ways of PCW coming to your television sets!
We come back from the break and all attention is in the ring as Jimmy Wilkes is set to announce the competitors of our next championship match.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is a triple threat match, scheduled for one fall and it is for the PCW PLATINUM CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
"100 Ways to Hate (Remix)" by Five Finger Death Punch hits and Draven Logan Kennedy comes out to the ramp, looking as pissed off as ever.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from London, Ohio, weighing in at 246 pounds! He is a member of the PCW Hall of Fame... "THE APOCALYPTIC MADMAN"... DRAVEN LOGAN KENNEDY!!!
He slowly walks down the ramp, smirking the entire way. He talks trash about the crowd before stepping on the steel steps and enters the ring. He goes to the top rope and looks into the crowd to more boos from the crowd. He hops down and looks rather angrily while standing in his corner.
Jimmy Wilkes: And the second participant!
"Light" by The Agony Family hits and the crowd cheers as Adrien Cochrane comes out to the ramp, filled with lots and lots of energy. He stands there and observes as Richelle Ross comes out by his side.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, being accompanied to the ring by Richelle Ross! From New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 190 pounds... ADRIEN COCHRANE!!!
Adrien smirks and he and Richelle make their way down the ramp. Adrien is continuing to show the energy he had coming out. He slaps hands with the fans before stopping at the end of the entrance way. Richelle plants a kiss on his cheek and he slides in the ring via under the bottom rope. He goes to the top rope and pumps up the crowd some more before hopping off. From there, he goes to his corner and waits for the match to begin.
Jimmy Wilkes: And the third and final participant!
The lights in the arena go dim as "Eye of the Storm" by Killswitch Engage begins to play. Blue and white spotlights fill the arena scooping around the dimmed arena. Heather then steps out onto the stage walking backwards she then turns to the crowd as they cheer. She stops putting her hands to her lips and turning in her knee. She then puts her hands up in the air peace signs showing on each of them as she steps out in a wide stance.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, from Des Moines, Iowa. She is a member of the PCW Hall of Fame... "THE CLASS ACT"... HEATHER MONROE!
The crowd cheers as Heather jumps up and starts down the ramp. She goes to one side and slaps the hands of the fans then to the other where she does the same. She stops at the end looking at a little boy she grins and plants a kiss on the boys cheek. She laughs to herself looking at the reaction of the boy and walks over to the apron pulling herself up with the bottom rope. She gets to her feet and gets into the ring. She runs towards the turnbuckle jumping up onto it and blowing a kiss she then puts both arms up in the air peace signs formed on her fingers. She then runs to the opposite turnbuckle doing the same. She then stretches on the ropes and takes a seat on the turnbuckle as she waits for the match to start.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And here we go! This match to crown a new PCW Platinum Champion is underway!
SS: It's a three way! Anything can happen!
DM: No three way jokes, dumbass!
SS: I wasn't...
DM: Shut up!
Adrien looks at Heather, points at himself, then at Heather, and motions with his head toward Draven. Heather nods her head, and the two turn to Draven, who tries to get the jump on them, but is staggered by a running clothesline from Heather Monroe.
DM: Well this is not a surprise! Heather Monroe and Adrien Cochrane are working together here!
SS: They both have issues with Draven! Heather still has beef with Draven from two weeks ago, and Adrien has formed a little rivalry against him! Both are looking to take him out here!
Adrien backs Draven into the corner, and motions toward Heather, who runs in with a big elbow to Draven's head. Adrien backs off as Heather continues to pummel Draven in the corner.
SS: Smart move there!
DM: Adrien is merely lounging in the corner as a spectator here!
SS: Which is a very smart move!
Heather continues to hit Draven with forearms in the corner, then looks back at Adrien, and motions for him to attack.
DM: Looks like Adrien is gonna be taking his turn at this! He's gonna help!
Adrien makes his way to the corner, and starts stomping Draven into the ground.
SS: That's how you do it! Keep him down!
DM: Draven is out of this one! He's not gonna be able to fight both of them off!
Adrien turns and stares at Heather, who stares at him back. Heather tries for a kick, but Adrien manages to duck. She tries to go for another one, but Adrien grabs her by the leg... and drops her with an Inverted Atomic Drop. He follows up with a clothesline to take her down.
SS: Nice sequence there!
DM: Adrien exhibited smart strategy and it paid off big time!
Adrien now turns his focus back to Draven and gets him back up. He kicks at his left leg... and does it again... and again before landing another shot to take him down. He hops on the top turnbuckle but Heather is also back to her feet. Adrien backflips off the ropes... and hits a Moonsault to take out both Draven and Heather.
DM: Adrien has taken out everybody!
SS: He has, but right now... he's down along with Draven and Heather!
Ricky Tiffin starts the count.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
DM: They're all still down, but Adrien's the one showing some life!
FIVE!!!!
SIX!!!!
SEVEN!!!!
Adrien pulls himself up with the ring ropes. Then, he pulls Heather up and knees her in the gut before placing her in position... NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX! NO! Heather is not that dazed and blocks it. Heather knees Adrien in the gut before hooking him up herself...
DM: T-BONE SUPLEX! "The Class Act" just made sure to hit that one!
SS: She nailed it well and Adrien is down!
DM: And she has the cover! Could she be Platinum Champion?
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Adrien kicked out!
SS: Miss Monroe just didn't do enough there!
Heather gets back up and goes to the top rope. However, Draven springs up, goes to the top... and hits her with a Belly to belly suplex that plants her straight into the mat.
DM: Draven came from nowhere and is now leading the charge to get himself into eye's distance of a victory!
SS: He's got as good of a chance as anybody else does! And he badly wants the Platinum title back into his possession!
DM: And immediately, Draven goes for the cover on Heather Monroe! Can this do it?
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Heather kicks out at two and keeps her championship hopes alive!
SS: This is for the marbles! A big prize in PCW is at stake! Whoever wins, becomes the PCW Platinum Champion!
DM: Well Draven is looking at that turnbuckle rather oddly! Think he has something planned?
SS: He's crazy! Of course he does!
Draven starts climbing to the top of the turnbuckle. He looks down at both Heather and Adrien. He dives off and hits it...
DM: DIVING ELBOW DROP! Right onto BOTH Adrien and Draven!
SS: He got two of them! Why not use it!
DM: All three are down...
SS: Not so fast! Draven rolls over and drapes an arm over Adrien's chance! This is your chance to be champ again, Draven!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: Adrien kicks out and Draven cannot believe it!
SS: He is pissed off! He thought he had it but just not enough!
Both Heather and Adrien get to their feet, but Adrien walks right into a Spinebuster from Draven Logan Kennedy. Immediately after, Draven grabs Heather into a front facelock and hoists her up... before dropping straight down with a brainbuster.
DM: Draven is taking control here! He's dominating this portion of the match!
SS: Meanwhile, Adrien is down on the mat and Draven is going to back to work on him!
DM: Draven reaches down to pick up Adrien... but Ade catches Draven in an inside cradle for the pin!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Close but no cigar!
Draven and Adrien make it back to their feet. Adrien with a quick dropkick to send Draven back down. But Draven pops right back up. Adrien hits a second one, but again... Draven is back up. Adrien makes a move toward Draven, who shields himself for another Dropkick, but Adrien instead goes to the ropes...
DM: Adrien with a Springboard Crossbody to Draven!
SS: HA! He got him fooled! Draven was expecting a third dropkick, but the king of the dropkicks psyched him out and hit him with a Crossbody!
DM: Nice ring savviness there! And Adrien with the cover again!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Heather dives in to break up the cover!
SS: Where the hell did she come from?
DM: Not relevant! What matters is where she is now, and she is laying the boots to Draven!
SS: And Adrien is taking another breather in the corner! Very smart again!
Heather pulls Draven to his feet, and Irish whips him into the corner. Heather lifts Draven up onto the top turnbuckle before climbing up with Draven. She wraps her legs around Draven's head before executing it...
DM: FRANKENSTEINER! FRANKENSTEINER! Heather Monroe just planted Draven with the Frankensteiner!
SS: That got Adrien's attention!
Adrien stands back up and waits. Heather also gets up and both of them are focused on Draven who also is getting back to a vertical base.
SS: I would have stayed down if I was him!
Draven struggles to his feet and turns to Adrien, who flicks his boot in the air... LIGHTENING STRIKE! And as Adrien connected with the Lightening Strike, Heather connects with a Jumping Enzuigiri to the back of Draven's head to take him down.
DM: That was brutal! Just proves why Adrien and Heather are that damn good!
SS: Draven could have a concussion! This is some serious shit!
As Adrien adjusts where he's at, Heather plants a forearm to his face, kicks him in the gut and hooks him up... BEAUTIFUL BEATDOWN!!! NO!!! Adrien manages to get out of it and counters it into a Fisherman Suplex, with no pin.
DM: Nice counter there by Adrien! He did well with that!
SS: He's taken Heather out of the equation and now, it's on to Draven!
Draven stalks Adrien and once he turns around, he goes for The Condemned... but Adrien counters it by getting him up on his shoulders and then slamming him down to the mat...
DM: THE DREAM BREAKER! THE DREAM BREAKER! ADRIEN JUST CONNECTED!
SS: Holy shit! Don't tell me he's actually going to do it!
Adrien sees Heather still out from the Fisherman Suplex. Adrien looks towards Draven who's now out and he decides to hook the leg for the cover as Ricky Tiffin goes down to count...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: He has done it! Adrien Cochrane has won a PCW Championship!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner... and NEWWWWWWWW PCW PLATINUM CHAMPION... ADRIENNNNNNNNN COCHHHHHHHHHRANNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEE!!!
"Light" by The Agony Family hits and the crowd goes absolutely insane. Adrien Cochrane receives the PCW Platinum Championship and celebrates with it proudly as the crowd cheers more.
DM: Adrien Cochrane is our new PCW Platinum Champion!
SS: He certainly earned it! He beat two PCW Hall of Famers and he is now in the record books here in PCW... as a champion!
DM: He sure is and I expect more success coming from him in the future!
SS: Me too! He's rising and he's doing it fast! Great things are to come from the new PCW Platinum Champion!
DM: Well right now, we are to take our final commercial break! We'll be back after this!
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Aug 17, 2012 22:53:17 GMT -5
We come back from the break and video package begins to play, highlighting Michael Morrison's turmoulous relationship with Sickboy and Yoshiru Long of The Elite.
Slamathon II: May 28th, 2011
DM: He's got to do so if he wants to win! Wait a damn minute, that's The Elite! What the hell are they doing out here?
SS: HA! Justice is about to be served. Oh hell yeah! And Morrison immediately stops reviving the referee and has a smile on his face. This is going to be good.
Sickboy grabs the Platinum Championship and slides in the ring. Heather Mackenzie stands on the apron and gets in the ring. Monroe and Yoshiru slide in the ring and the referee is not even moving a muscle. Sickboy, Yoshiru and Monroe surround Storme as he is starting to get up. Once Storme gets up, he looks at each member of the Elite and is prepared to fight. Yoshiru swings, but only taps Storme lightly as he lets out a huge smile. Storme has the same expression on his face and he and Yoshiru shake each other's hands and hug.
DM: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! Has Steve Storme joined The Elite?!
SS: HOLY SHIT! I didn't think that bastard had it in him. I'm surprised.
Storme shakes hands with Sickboy, and hugs the Heather's. They each raise each other's arms in the air to huge boos from the crowd. Storme goes to shake Morrison's hand too. Morrison reluctantly shakes it and the crowd boos even louder. As Storme and Morrison raise each other's hands, Sickboy has the Platinum title in his possession and aims for the back of Morrison's skull... BAM! Sickboy indeed crushed Morrison in the back of the head with the Platinum title.
DM: MY GOD! This was a trap all along. Michael Morrison has been robbed.
SS: Morrison fell for the oldest trick in the book. Fucking hilarious from somebody that claims to be "True Greatness".
Saturday Night Rapture: June 11th, 2011 Part 1
James: Sickboy picks Yoshiru back up with a front face lock...and Yoshiru with a northern lights suplex as the crowd erupts in cheers!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
James: What the hell?! Michael Morrison! He's on the apron, and the ref has stopped the count to get Morrison away from ringside!
DM: I think that was the purpose of the crowd's cheers, James!
James: NO! Morrison just slapped the ref across the face! And the ref is calling for the bell!
SS: You've got to be kidding me!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Ladies and gentlemen, due to outside interference, the referee has declared this match a double disqualification! As a result...still your PCW World Heavyweight Champion...SICKBOY!!!
SS: That was bullshit!
Yoshiru releases the northern lights. Both he and Sickboy look at Morrison who is smirking as he walks back up the aisle.
Part 2
Yoshiru makes his way back to Morrison and lifts him back up. He brings Morrison up to his shoulder and walks toward the exposed turnbuckle.
DM: This could be bad for Morrison! Yoshiru is readying himself to drop Morrison face first on the exposed turnbuckle...and Morrison squirms and slips behind! Morrison shoves Yoshiru, but Yoshiru stops his momentum before hitting the turnbuckle!
SS: That was a close one!
James: Yoshiru with a back elbow and Morrison stumbles back. Yoshiru hits the ropes...spear on the return!
The crowd suddenly erupts in cheers.
DM: Look in the crowd! It's Mariano! And he has a steel chair!
James: The ref has noticed the exposed turnbuckle, and it looks like he's going to put the pad back on. But Yoshiru looks to be focused on Mariano, who has just hopped the barricade!
SS: He's going to need more than a steel chair to stop Yoshiru!
DM: What the hell is this?! Mariano just tossed Yoshiru the chair! Is he siding with The Elite?!
James: Yoshiru looks confused...and look at this! The ref sees Yoshiru with the chair!
The referee yanks the chair away from Yoshiru and tosses it to the outside of the ring! He admonishes Yoshiru as Yoshiru tries to explain what happened.
SS: This is bullshit! The referee didn't see Mariano toss in the chair!
James: Yoshiru is lucky that the ref hasn't disqualified him!
DM: WAIT! Morrison with a rollup! And he has the tights!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
DM: MORRISON DID IT!!! Morrison with the rollup off the distraction!
Morrison quickly rolls out of the ring as the ref calls for the bell.
*DING! DING! DING!*
Cataclysm: June 26th, 2011
DM: How in the world is this match going to end?!
SS: I'm not sure, but it looks like Sickboy has rolled to the outside!
DM: What's this?! Sickboy is making his way over to the timekeeper's table...and he has the World Heavyweight Championship in hand! He makes his way back to the ring and slides in!
SS: The referee is warning Sickboy that he'll disqualify him for using the belt!
DM: I don't think Sickboy cares! He's poised...ready for Morrison to return to his feet! Morrison crawls to the ropes, using them to slowly pull himself back up. He's too his feet as Sickboy rushes at him with the belt...THUNDER STRUCK!!! Morrison drills Sickboy on the run! And he falls on top of the champion for the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
DM: NEW CHAMPION!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner and NEWWWW PCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! "TRUE GREATNESS"... MICHAEL MORRISON!
"Thunderstruck" by AC/DC hits and the Cleveland crowd cheers very loudly as Michael Morrison is able to celebrate his victory upon receiving the PCW World Heavyweight Championship belt.
DM: HE DID IT! Michael Morrison is the new PCW World Heavyweight Champion.
Matthews: That was a great match. Morrison finally slayed The Elite away from the title and gives these fans something to cheer about.
Slamathon III: June 23rd, 2012
The music plays but nobody is coming out behind the curtain. As Morrison is getting up to his feet from that OFD he received from Funk... Sickboy and Yoshiru Long come out through the crowd with steel chairs, slide in the ring... and each attack Morrison from behind, taking him out in the process.
DM: It's The Elite! The Elite are going after Morrison and Lonewolf again!
SS: Two weeks ago just wasn't enough! They want to do some more here tonight!
Sickboy and Yoshiru are stomping the boots against Morrison, pummeling him to the mat. They each get Morrison up to his feet and grab their steel chairs. Sick and Yosh both give off evil grins and nod at each other before swinging the chairs towards Morrison's head...
DM: CON-CHAIR-TO! CON-CHAIR-TO! The Elite just smashed Morrison's skull with those steel chairs!
SS: That was a pancake supreme! Morrison's going to be having a major migrane for the next several weeks!
Morrison is bleeding even more than before as he's down on the mat.
Saturday Night Rapture: July 21st, 2012
While The Elite are beating on Lonewolf and have their back turned towards him, Morrison takes the time to run back down the ramp and slide in the ring. Yoshiru backs up, not knowing Morrison is behind him. As Yoshiru turns around... Morrison clocks him in the head with the PCW World Heavyweight Championship to take him down.
DM: YOSHIRU IS OUT OF IT! HE IS OUT OF IT! MORRISON IS NOT ELITE!
SS: But he's anti-Leon Lonewolf though! That's for sure!
Sickboy turns around, and Morrison floors him with a clothesline. Sickboy gets up again, and is floored with another clothesline. Morrison goes to the corner and waits for Sickboy to get back up. Sickboy is up and Morrison goes for the Thunderstruck... but Sickboy rolls out of the ring to get out of dodge. He drags Yoshiru out as well and the two of them walk up the ramp, with Yoshiru still visibly injured.
DM: Morrison forced The Elite to retreat out of here! He almost connected with Thunderstruck!
Morrison stares a hole into Sickboy, his challenger for Wrestle Extravaganza II. As he turns around, he sees Leon Lonewolf get to his feet. Morrison kicks Lonewolf in the gut and places him in position. He looks at Sickboy and mouths "THIS IS YOUR FUTURE" before getting Lonewolf up... and slamming him back down to the mat.
DM: GREATNESS PERSONIFIED! Morrison just drilled Lonewolf with the Powerbomb!
SS: HA! I KNEW IT! Morrison would get his ass and send a message at the same time!
Lonewolf is down on the mat. Morrison grabs his PCW World Heavyweight Championship and raises it in the air to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He looks at Sickboy and taunts him with the belt. Sickboy smirks and states "That will be mine again, Morrison".
DM: On this night, Michael Morrison stands tall while getting a small taste of revenge for what The Elite have done to him as of late!
SS: And he sends the message loud and clear!
DM: We hope you have enjoyed this edition of Saturday Night Rapture! For Shannon Taint, I am Desiree Miles! We will see you all in two weeks for Rapture, live from the Pete Maravich Assembly Center in Baton Rouge, Louisiana! Take care everybody!
The final image is of Morrison raising his championship in the air to a mixture of boos and cheers while his foot is on Lonewolf's chest.
Saturday Night Rapture: August 4th, 2012
As Danielle celebrates her victory, Yoshiru Long and Sickboy sneak into the ring and begin attacking her, as well as Michael Morrison with leap pipes. Yoshiru is beating on Danielle's back with the pipe while Sickboy is choking Morrison with it.
DM: Aw dammit! It's The Elite!
SS: I'm glad they're attacking Danielle! She didn't deserve this win anyways!
Sickboy drags Morrison into the ring and once Yoshiru is done beating on Danielle, he joins Sickboy near Morrison. Yoshiru grabs Morrison's legs... and locks him in the Last Rites. While Yoshiru has the Last Rites locked in, Sickboy goes down and locks him in the Embrace the Darkness. Both moves being put on Morrison simutaneously. Morrison is trying as hard as he can to get out of it, but he knows it's a stretch at the moment. Morrison tries and tries but he just can't get out. After two minutes of being locked in it, he passes out and The Elite get back up to their feet. They now drag Danielle to the middle of the ring and get her up. They go for a double team move... but the crowd cheers as "Fallen Angels" by Black Veil Brides hits throughout the PA system.
SS: GOD DAMMIT! NO! THAT FUCKING FREAK IS COMING OUT HERE!
DM: About time somebody came to restore order!
Leon Lonewolf quickly runs down the ramp and slides in the ring. As he slides in, Yoshiru and Sickboy bail out of the ring and go up the ramp, each exclaiming that they're smarter than Lonewolf is. Leon helps Danielle to her feet and gives her back her Broadcast Championship belt. He grabs a microphone and begins to talk.
Leon Lonewolf: Yoshiru Long! Fourteen days! FOURTEEN DAYS... until I kick your ass and end The Elite! Sickboy, same goes for you too. And Morrison, for what you did to me two weeks ago... I'm going to get my revenge on you soon, one way or another. The Age of Honor will be making it's resurrection known in PCW.
"Fallen Angels" by Black Veil Brides hits as Lonewolf drops the microphone. He sees Danielle and shakes her hand before raising her arm in the air as the crowd cheers.
DM: Lonewolf sends a message to everybody and is ready for Wrestle Extravaganza II!
SS: Screw him! He's not going to be getting anything in two weeks! I'm more intrigued by Morrison versus Sickboy! That's going to be a sick fucking match!
DM: Every match at Wrestle Extravaganza II: Beantown Brawl is going to be off the charts! But for now, we have to get out of here! For Shannon Taint, I am the voice of PCW, Desiree Miles! We hoped you enjoyed this edition of Rapture! Good night everybody from Baton Rouge! See you all in two weeks! Wrestle Extravaganza II: Beantown Brawl from the TD Garden in Boston, Massachusetts, live on the Premium Television Network!
The final image of the show is with Leon Lonewolf and Danielle Lopez playing up to the crowd while Yoshiru Long and Sickboy look in the ring with disdain on their faces and in the corner, Morrison is seated on the mat clutching his PCW World Heavyweight Championship and states "I'm going to remain the champion and nobody can touch me. NOBODY".
We come back to the ring and Jimmy Wilkes is ready to announce the competitors of our Main Event match up of Wrestle Extravaganza II: Beantown Brawl. Camera's pan to him as he begins to announce.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Aug 17, 2012 22:53:33 GMT -5
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is your main event of Wrestle Extravaganza II: Beantown Brawl... and it is for the PCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
"Thunderstruck" by AC/DC begins to play throughout the arena as the fans give off a mixed reaction. A few seconds go by when a firework explosion hit’s the top of the ramp and out walks "True Greatness" Michael Morrison. As he stands there with his arms folded and a cocky smirk on his face, Morrison is shown wearing black pants with red lettering that say “True” down his right leg and “Greatness” down his left. He is also wearing black sunglasses and a gold chain around his neck with his PCW World Heavyweight Championship belt around his waist.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Cincinnati, Ohio, weighing in at 270 pounds. He is a member of the PCW Hall of Fame, as well as the PCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... "TRUE GREATNESS"... MICHAEL MORRISON!!!
Michael methodically makes his way down the ramp, smirking at the mixed reaction he is getting. When finally reaching the ring steps, he slowly walks up and climbs into the ring. As he makes his way to the center of the ring, he puts both fists in the air and loud, sonic booms go throughout the arena. The crowd continues to give a mixed reaction as Michael just stands there with a look of arrogance on his face. Michael unstraps the World Heavyweight Championship and hands it to the referee as he waits for the match to begin.
Jimmy Wilkes: And the challenger!
"The Golden Age of Grotesque by Marilyn Manson plays and the crowd explodes into a mixture of cheers and boos as Sickboy appears on the stage. He takes his time walking down the aisle, looking over at fans in the front row who are either cheering or booing at him.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from New York City, New York weighing in at 265 pounds... He Is SICKBOY!!
He smiles at them and continues walking. he then climbs the ring steps and steps through the ropes into the ring. He holds out his arms, soaking in the reaction from the crowd, before he leans against his corner.
DING DING DING!
Morrison and Sickboy start to size each other up before both grappling. Neither man lets the other do anything and eventually the release the tie-up. Sickboy tries a quick clothesline, but Morrison ducks and Sickboy bounces off the ropes and into Morrison’s waiting arms for an arm drag. Sickboy is quickly back to his feet and sweeps Morrison’s legs from underneath him.
DM: These two are so evenly matched, it’s scary.
SS: Two of the top wrestlers in the world right now, trying to figure each other out.
Morrison is back up, blocks a strike and sends thundering knee to Sickboy’s sternum.
DM: And there’s the first sign of momentum.
SS: Oh, I felt that one.
DM: At least you have cushioning for that type of strike.
Morrison sends another knee into Sickboy’s midsection followed by a third. Morrison headlocks Sickboy, hooks the arm, lifts up, and drops backwards, sending Sickboy headfirst onto the mat.
SS: Brainbuster done with True Greatness!
DM: And Morrison is gonna try to take this one home already with a cover!
ONE!
TWO!!
TH…Sickboy kicks out!
Morrison gets Sickboy up on his feet then whips him against the ropes. Sickboy ducks a clothesline and then on the rebound, hits a crossbody on Morrison.
DM: While Morrison is a fairly big guy, you can’t ignore Sickboy is 270 pounds. That was like a cannonball hitting Morrison.
Sickboy is back on his feet and hits a leg drop on the back of the World Champion. Morrison shows some signs of getting back up, but Sickboy hits yet another leg drop.
SS: That also had to hurt.
Michael Morrison rolls out of the ring. Sickboy is in pursuit. Morrison surprises Sickboy with a big boot to the face.
DM: As well as that one, Saint?
SS: Yes.
Morrison, classic bad guy World Champion style, sends Sickboy into the steel stairs of the ring. Morrison rolls back into the ring and lets the count out, which is already at four commence.
FIVE!!
SIX!!
Sickboy is on his knees.
SEVEN!!
Almost to his feet.
EIGHT!
Sickboy is on his feet and realizes what’s going on!
NINE!
SICKBOY SLIDES INTO THE RING!!
DM: Nice try by Morrison to get Sickboy counted out, but Sickboy just gets back into the ring in time.
SS: But it looks like Morrison had a Plan B.
As soon as Sickboy slide back into the ring, he was met with Morrison’s fairly large boot to the back of his head. Morrison lifts Sickboy in the air and drops him back down, Gorrila Press Slam style. Cover by Michael Morrison.
ONE!!
TWO!!
TH…KICKOUT!!
Sickboy somehow gets his shoulder up. And then Sickboy delivers an elbow strike to Morrison’s rib cage. And another. And another. And one more. And then the tides have turned after Sickboy hits once of his signature moves.
SS: BUZZSAW KICK!!
DM: The Champ is down!!
Sickboy stumbles into a pin and hooks the leg.
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!
NEW CHAMPION?!
THRE…MORRISON KICKS OUT!!
Sickboy gets back up, fired up from being just an inch away from taking the World Title off of Morrison. Morrison slows gets back to his feet to be met with a huge spear from the challenger. The two get back up again and this time, Morrison attempts a spear but Sickboy manages to turn it into a DDT. Sickboy then gets back up and plants Morrison in the middle of the ring with a sit out facebuster.
DM: Sickboy nails his second signature move of the night.
SS: Will it be enough?
DM: Cover by Sickboy!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
COULD SICKBOY WIN THIS BELT?!
THRE…NO!!
Morrison finds the strength to kick out yet again. Sickboy shakes his head.
DM: Sickboy can’t seem to put the champion away, but you cannot deny he definitely has the momentum right now.
SS: Indeed. Wait, where is Morrison going?
DM: I’m not quite sure. Morrison is rolling out of the ring and coming this way.
And what Michael Morrison grabs gets a very mixed reaction for everyone in the arena.
DM: Oh no. Morrison has a chair.
Sickboy starts barking at Morrison to finish the match, but to no avail Morrison enters the ring and calmly starts swinging the chair. The first strike on Sickboy’s skull echoed throughout the arena.
DING DING DING!
Morrison hits the downed Sickboy three more times before referee Ricky Tiffin attempts to take the chair out of his hands.
Jimmy Wilkes: The winner of this match by disqualification, SICKBOY!!
DM: This is getting out of control. Oh God, Ricky Tiffin is out!
SS: Here comes the calvary.
A bunch of road agents, security guards, and half the roster come out to try to stop this beatdown.
SS: I’m seeing Jay Thunder, Radar, Jose Fernandez, Casey Tanner, Stevie Miller, Adrien Cochrane, Aurora Rose, Seamus O’Reilly, and Brian Stryker coming to the ring to put a stop to this.
A combined effort of the security guards and wrestlers stop Morrison from continuing his beatdown, but Morrison still stands tall with his World Heavyweight Champion belt raised high above his head on the ramp.
DM: Due to the fact this ended in a disqualification, Morrison gets to keep his title. This is just sick.
The security guards and wrestlers vacate the ring, but Yoshiru Long along with some paramedics head out to the ring to check on Sickboy. The last image seen before Wrestle Extravaganza fades to black is Michael Morrison holding his World Title in the air on the ramp while shouting a few choice words back to The Elite in the ring.
Fade to Black.
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