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Post by Papi El Sueno on Jan 19, 2013 2:40:52 GMT -5
Warning: The following content is rated TV-MA and it is for mature audiences only. This program has the strong possibility of containing extreme graphic violence, strong profanity, nudity and/or strong sexual content and does not cater to the politically correct and those who are easily offended. Viewer Discretion is advised. [2012 was a fantastic year! Premium Championship Wrestling roared back with a huge bang on May 12th and it hasn't looked back since! Loads of old and new talent surfacing in the land of Premium! Business deals also coming to fruition such as one with True Honor Wrestling! Wrestlers from both federations interacting and making relationships with one another! We even saw the rise of new talent and stars were certainly made!
But while 2012 was a banner year for PCW! 2013 is certainly one that PCW wants to make sure that the company is in fact here to stay! And on the first Rapture of the new year! We certainly will provide you with matches that are slated to be damn good! Adrien Cochrane versus Yoshiru Long and Syn in a handicap match, Jerry Matthews and Alex Trident squaring off, as well as Heather Monroe and Katie Chason! Younguns Jay Thunder and Brian Stryker do battle in the Premium ring and Kai and Draven get it on to determine who will become the new number one contender for the Platinum title! And if that wasn't enough, we have Alex Cain versus Mountain Dew Bob, Smith Jones going one on one with the ever improving Mariah Lopez and of course, Aurora Rose and Chris Marks putting their dysfunctional relationship to the test by facing Dumbface and Sean Daymer! All of that and much more as Rapture takes place from the Quicken Loans Arena in Cleveland, Ohio!
We are PCW and we are proud to present...]"Slim Pickens Does The Right Thing and Rides The Bomb To Hell" by The Offspring blasts throughout the Quicken Loans Arena in Cleveland, Ohio as the sold out crowd of 20,562 fans are all on their feet, electrified. Fireworks and pyro blast off from the entrance stage as light blue strobes flow throughout 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 and welcome to another edition of Saturday Night Rapture, live on the Premium Television Network! Tonight's episode takes place from the Quicken Loans Arena in Cleveland, Ohio! I am the voice of PCW, Desiree Miles alongside Shannon Taint and Taint, we are going to have a good show! SS: Damn right we are! We're in 2013 and we're gonna rock this thing! This is gonna be a kick ass year for PCW! DM: And our main event gives that indication as the PCW World Heavyweight Champion, Adrien Cochrane will go up against both Yoshiru Long and Syn in a handicap match! SS: This isn't exactly easy pickings for Adrien, although Yoshiru and Syn don't exactly get along themselves! But on the flip side, Yosh and Syn are evil individuals and I'm sure they'll use something to beat Adrien soundly! DM: In non-title action! We have the Platinum Champion, Jerry Matthews slated to go one on one with Alex Trident! SS: This is a big match up for Trident! If he wins, he may be in line for a shot in the future! But he's up against the champion, and we know how well Matthews can work! He's a great athlete and he'll show us why he is the champion here tonight! DM: And also, Katie Chason will make her main roster debut as she goes one on one with the PCW Hall of Famer, Heather Monroe! SS: Katie's got her work cut out for her here! Heather Monroe has established herself as one of the greatest to ever wrestle in this company! She's gonna have her work cut out for her here! DM: In more non-title action! The Broadcast Champion, Jay Thunder will go one on one with Brian Stryker! SS: Two young athletes doing battle here! Two bright futures in store for these two! Jay knows he's got multiple people coming his way and Stryker would love nothing more than to get that opportunity! DM: In some high stake action! Kai and Draven Logan Kennedy will do battle where the winner will face Jerry Matthews for the Platinum Championship at Wrestle Extravaganza III: St. Valentine's Massacre! SS: This is a match Draven has wanted and he's finally getting it! But he's got Kai facing him who's rise is only getting faster by the day! Platinum is in sight for these two but only one can win! DM: And made just before the new year! Alex Cain will make his PCW debut and go one on one with Mountain Dew Bob! SS: Shit, Bob's making his PCW television debut? Aw hell yeah! Now he can give me Dew before he gets his ass kicked! This is a joyous occasion! DM: -sighs- In action that's sure to not be one sided! We will have one of our rising stars, Smith Jones to take on the younger member of the Lopez clan, Mariah Lopez! SS: Mariah is a much different challenge for Smith Jones! Granted, Mariah is certainly not as good as Danielle is, but she's very dangerous in her own right and with the style she brings to the table! Smith will have some trouble but then again, Smith did top the legendary giant Magnus Thunder so anything could happen! DM: And last but not least! Aurora Rose and Chris Marks will team up for the first time to take on Sean Daymer and Dumbface! SS: Two new talents to go up against two members of Adrien Cochrane's entourage! Should be fun! DM: Well let's get this thing started off right with our first match up of the night! Cut to the ring.Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is your opening contest for Saturday Night Rapture and it is a tag team match, scheduled for ONE FALL! The crowd cheers.Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing team number one! "Womanizer" by Britney Spears hits the PA system and the crowd cheers as Aurora walks out rocking out as she makes her way to the ring.Jimmy Wilkes: First, 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 her tag team partner! "From Heads Unworthy" by Rise Against hits the P.A, as a mixed reaction of boos and cheers begins. Chris βThe Filthβ Marks steps out from behind the curtain, walking out and looking around at the crowd.Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from San Diego, California, weighing in at 260 pounds. CHRIS... "THE FILTH"... MARKS!!! He continues walking soon after stopping and slowly makes his way to the ring, climbing up the steps into the ring.Jimmy Wilkes: And their opponents! "GENTLEMEN! Let's broaden our mind's... Lawrence?"A slow, ominous beat begins after Jack Nicholson's voice rings out over the audience. As the shadows all fall across the crowd and the spotlight drops onto the stage, the curtains just begging to be jerked back by the coming superstar, the entire audience is left with but one question: Who the Fuck is Lawrence? Suddenly, Prince's smash hit from the 1989 Batman film (the good one, turns out), begins playing in all it's late-80s glory, full of loud obnoxious synth and style that would make Brutus the Barber jealous! (Ah... who we kiddin'? His theme sounded like something out of Seinfeld. Oh yeah, the entrance... right...) As soon as the music begins, the Dumbest Player in the Game EXPLODES from the back to the only pyro he could possibly afford - a few boxes of sparklers set up around the stage that quickly die out as he zips past them.Jimmy Wilkes: First, from The Land of Snuggly Softness, weighing in at 230 pounds... DUMBFACE!!! As his Clown Princess, Jestina Wibbles, comes out behind him, Dumbface begins throwing out handfuls of left-over Halloween Candy to the children near the guardrail, getting some slap-hand action in-between! Jestina takes the hat from him, trading him for the Stuffed Wrestling God, the 2' bear known as Theodore, and Dumbface swings it over his head like an iron maul on a medieval soldier. The funky beat of Prince seems to fuel him on his way to the ring, as Jestina empties the contents of the hat to more of the crowd. Dumbface ends up sliding into the ring, leaving Theodore by the corner, and quickly hops up on a middle turnbuckle, giving the fans what they want - A really amazing photo op! (I mean, who doesn't want that, right?) Dancing right out of his trench-coat, he trades THAT for the Hat back, and promptly sticks it on the head of the referee, no matter how much he protests. And then? THE BIG THUMBS UP THAT LINGERS JUST A LITTLE BIT TOO LONG TO NOT BE AWKWARD! The music cuts shortly after, as Dumbface gets on with some last minute stretching. Jestina clutches Theodore, and the trio go over some strategy for the match.Jimmy Wilkes: And his tag team partner! A loud eplosion and flash of pyros hits and all the lights black out. As "Breaking Even" hits the lights come back on with Sean Daymer standing at the top of the rampway with his head looking down to the ground bobbing to the beat of his music.Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Springfield, Missouri, weighing in at 217 pounds... "THE LIVING HIGHLIGHT"... SEAN DAYMER!!! He begins to walk to the ring and looks up acknowledging the crowd with a few nods and high fives until he gets to the ring and slides under the ropes. He stands in his corner and waits for the match to begin.*DING! DING! DING!*DM: Dumbface and Aurora are going to start us off...and here's the collar-and-elbow tie up. Aurora quickly takes the upperhand with a go behind. Rear waist lock, and she tries to lift Dumbface, but Dumbface is blocking it! Dumbface with a hard back elbow, and he quickly gets Aurora in a front face lock...suplex! SS: Wow! Kind of a quick start to this one! DM: They lock up again, and Aurora with a side headlock takedown. She wrenches on the head of Dumbface, looking for a submission possibly. Aurora releases the headlock as she scissors the right arm. Aurora stands, and she quickly falls to her knees, twisting that arm! SS: Aurora has Dumbface by the arm... dragging him to the corner, and there's the tag! DM: And looks at this! Chris has Dumbface set up... SPECIAL K CONNECTS!!! Chris quickly makes the cover! ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!
THREE!!!!!DM: And it's over! SS: You could see Dumbface struggling to try to break the pin, but he couldn't get loose from that amazing offensive move by Aurora! *DING DING DING!*Jimmy Wilkes: Here are your winners of the match by pinfall... Chris Marks and Aurora Rose! "From Heads Unworthy" by Rise Against hits and a mixed reaction (for Marks) ensues as Marks and Aurora have their hands risen in victory.DM: What a dominating victory by Aurora Rose and Chris Marks! SS: Two members of Adrien Cochrane's entourage put their differences aside and worked together to get the win over two hapless talents who are thankfully going to be fired by management! DM: Dumbface and Daymer are piss-poor! They didn't do a thing in this match! SS: Yeah! Now it's back down to the shit-hole they're from for them! As Chris Marks and Aurora Rose catch their breaths from the last match. the crowd goes unexpectedly wild as Curtis Wilkes, who isn't even booked tonight, walks through the crowd in his grungy generation x like attire before hopping over the rail and rolling into the ring.DM: What is he even doing here? He's not even booked tonight. SS: He's a member of Elite. He can do what he pleases. Curtis pulls a microphone from the back pocket of his tattered jeans while pacing around. Chris appears to ask Curtis about what he is doing in the ring, only for Curtis hit Chris with the butt of the microphone causing him to collapse. Seeing this. Curtis picks Chris Marks up and drills him with the Telerana DDT before kicking Chris's body out of the ring. Aurora tries to reason with him. Curtis stares up and down at Aurora before kicking her in the gut and drilling her with the Telerana DDT. He also kicks Aurora's body out of the ring to have his moment.Curtis: So this is the way that the PCW wants to treat one of it's immortals? Is this the way PCW wants to treat a man who gave his heart and soul in the beginning. Only to crush his spirit, erase his history and treat him like utter shit and some low life criminal take up a spot on the card. I have never questioned PCW management. I have never thrown a hissyfit and walked away. I have never backed down from any challenge put in front of me. I have proven my loyalty despite burning bridges with my mates. I did everything asked of me. All I asked was something in return. Curtis looks up and around at the fans, who are unsure of where this is going.Curtis: James Baker. I know you're watching in the back with your little investment in Adrien Cochrane. I want you to look at who is talking to you right now. Curtis fucking Wilkes. Former PCW World Champion. The only man that could actually beat Michael Morrison on a Pay Per View last year and yet, time and time again, I am passed over. The Hell in a cell match that I won Match Of The Year honors? Wouldn't have happened because you didn't give me the chance for a rematch. So the question I keep asking myself is. What do I have to do to show you that I deserve the chance or at least an opportunity to be put in any title picture. Seeing as I have beaten all that you put in front of me and yes that includes Magnus Thunder who you got specifically to wipe me off the PCW Roster. So starting tonight, one by one, until there is no one left standing. I will eliminate the trash. The mediocrity that is plaguing this fair company. This degenerate and scum of life is going to be the first of many. Adrien, you bring this shitbag to take the PCW into the new generation. Tonight, I took him out. Curtis proceeds to lean over the ropes and stare down at the semi conscious body of Chris Marks with a smile on his face.Curtis: Hey Chris, hope you can hear me buddy. I can bet when you wake up, you'll be as pissed off as wasp in a bottle. So here is what I'm going to offer. You want revenge? Well at the next Rapture I challenge. No. I dare you, to come and get revenge against me. You and me in a good old fashion scrap where I will end the mediocrity that is your career. For I am Australian and I am Elite. Better than you ever will be. Curtis slides out of the ring and delivers one final stomp to the head of Chris Marks, he then turns to the camera and simply says, 'That one's for you Adrien', before climbing the guardrail and vanishing in amongst the crowd of fans.DM: So Curtis comes down, beats up Aurora Rose and Chris Marks and wants in a title picture? SS: He deserves to be in a title picture! For god's sake, he's Curtis Wilkes! He's fucking Elite and other than Yoshiru Long! He's better than everybody on this roster! DM: Curtis has shown time and time again in PCW just how good he truly is, and he'll get back there! SS: Of course he will, but he should be there now! It's not fair! DM: Quit whining! Right now, we're going to break! We'll be back after this! **COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Jan 19, 2013 2:41:27 GMT -5
We're back from the break and at the interview section of the backstage area, stands Monica Garcia.
Monica Garcia: I am standing by at this time with... Mariah Lopez!
Camera's pan to Mariah and the crowd cheers.
Monica Garcia:
Mariah Lopez: Everyone wants to know just how am I feeling heading into this match and what my mindset is. I'm focused, I'm hungry and I'm not taking this lightly. When have I ever taken anything lightly? Exactly. Never have and never will either.
Monica Garcia: On Tuesday, Smith Jones stated that the reason it's hard to notice you, is because you have been sitting behind the massive shadow of your cousin, Danielle. What is your thoughts on that?
Mariah Lopez: I don't put any stock into that. I can safely say that I'm not a rookie anymore, but I'm still very much in a learning process. Danielle is on a whole different level. One that's very hard to topple and despite what some people might say. She earned the accolades and all the good stuff that came with it by putting in the work and that's something everybody strives for.
Monica Garcia: How do you feel about him perceiving you as a second class citizen in this business?
Mariah Lopez: That's his take and I have no issues with that. I know it takes time to build yourself up to where you want to be. I haven't been in wrestling particularly too long like he has but at the same time, I know I need some sense of urgency to shed that label. It's a matter of patience and time and I have zero issues with what I have done and where I am at the moment.
Monica Garcia: Are there any last words for Smith Jones?
Mariah Lopez: Certainly. Smith Jones can state this and that and how he's going to make me and my horrible sister finally understand each other, injure my leg the same way Danielle's was further injured in the battlefield and anything else he has to say. That's fine because talk is cheap. I let my actions in the ring speak for me, both good and bad. You can say as much or as little as you like, but like everybody else. You will find out that I am not going away and I will show the world just why I am somebody to watch out for.
Mariah walks off to the gorilla position as Monica looks on. We now cut to a shot of Smith Jones standing at the merchandise stand on the concourse level of the arena. He is dressed to compete in his trademark all white ring gear and holding his white microphone. There is a young lady working the counter with brown hair slung into a long ponytail. She has already asked him a question and he is about to reply.
Smith: Can you help me? Interesting question, young lady. I donβt know if you can, yβsee, Iβm Smith Jones and Iβm looking for a particular T-shirt.
A small crowd is starting to form around this impromptu scene. The young lady behind the counter opens her mouth to talk, but Smith interrupts.
Smith: Iβm looking for the newest Jay Thunder T-shirt!!! I want to see what all of the hubbub is all about. I want to know what it feels like to pull on one of the better selling pieces of PCW merchandise. I want to look like someone who wants to be Jay Thunder!!!!! Do you have the current Jay Thunder T-shirt, young lady?
She can tell from his aggressive demeanour that he will not like the answer. Her face falls into a tentative pout. He reads her like a book.
Smith: Sold out, eh? Everybody wants one of those fucking things. Why? Ugh, fine, just gimme a Mariah Lopez. Hehehe.
He takes the shirt and walks away from the table without even offering to pay. The young lady seems unsure as to whether or not Smith Jones would have to pay. He steps through one of the voms and into the arena bowl carrying in one hand a that Mariah Lopez T-shirt and in the other hand his white microphone. The spotlights and cameras scramble to find him as he stands in the lower bowl not too far from the floor. The crowd starts to booooooooooooooooo. Jones smirks it off. He was quite inappropriate at an autograph session earlier today, so he isnβt surprised at this reaction. He raises the mic to his lips and he speaks.
Smith: You people love your heroes, donβt you? You love to take your hard-earned paycheque and take the family out for a night of fun and, dare I sayβ¦ entertainment.
He gags for a moment, almost vomiting on a fanβs shoes. He holds it down and continues.
Smith: Well, if youβre looking to be entertained, friends, look no further. This match is scheduled for one fall. The fall of one of those heroes I was speaking about.
He throws the Mariah Lopez T-shirt out into the crowd as they clamber for it. One lucky young girl wins the row and puts the shirt on. Jones keeps walking towards ringside.
Smith: That hero of yours, that Lopez is going to find herself in a situation that is much more than she had ever expected to get herself into. She wants to be a big star, huh? She wants to call herself a professional wrestler, well that comes at a painful price!!! Sometimes you have to get into the ring with guys like me who donβt care for your well-being. I donβt see the locker room as a brotherhood, or sisterhood for that matterβ¦ I see the locker room as a battleground. I am always on guard, always attentive as they natter on and on about their putrid human livesβ¦ God, itβs enough to make me wanna KILL someone!!!!!!!! Oh, and when they ask you who the assailant was in the oncoming violent assault donβt be afraid to tell them it was ME!!!!!! Iβm from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. I weigh precisely 229 pounds. Iβm Smith Jones and Iβm responsible for the death of this womanβs career!! Guilty as charged. And as we now have the very first singles match of 2013, let's you and I remind everyone what Premium Champion Wrestling is all about.
He arrives at ringside and hops the barrier. Mounting the ring steps, Smith pauses as always to wipe his feet thoroughly and respectfully on the ring apron before stepping into the ring and taking centre.
Smith: Weβve been waiting a long, long time for this moment, you and I. The anticipation is over. You. Me. Now.
He tosses his white microphone out of the ring and squares up to the entrance ramp to await his next target.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
"Never Enough" by Five Finger Death Punch hits and the arena goes to pink and black lights. Mariah Lopez comes out to the stage and stands there, observing the crowd. She walks down the ramp and nods her head to the crowd.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, from San Diego, California... "THE SILENT NINJA"... MARIAH LOPEZ!!!
She steps on the steps, walks on the apron and steps under the bottom rope to get into the ring. She hops on the turnbuckle and points to the audience. She hops off the turnbuckle, stands in her corner and waits for the match to begin.
DING DING DING
DM: Mariah Lopez starts circling Smith Jones, who awaits her first move.
SS: Smith is playing this one smartly, letting the faster Mariah come to him so he can use his strength advantage.
Mariah eventually attempts a kick, but it is quickly caught by Jones. Jones uses the leg to pull Mariah close for a snap suplex. Mariah is quick to her feet however and tries to catch Jones off guard with a leg sweep as he gets up as well.
DM: Mariah knows she has to use her speed against the much stronger Jones.
SS: Whoever can play their advantage better will win this one.
Jones is back up and back down after an immediate bulldog from Mariah, to the pleasure of the fans. The very petite wrestler attempts a pin, but Smith practically bench presses her and tosses her off. Lopez bounces off the ropes into a dropkick, but Smith Jones dodges. Smith tries to follow it up with an elbow drop, but Mariah also shows her dodging ability, rolling out of the way.
SS: Hold still, dammit!!
DM: Jones is back on his feet, but Lopez hits a hurricanrana! Hooks the legs for her first βsuccessfulβ pin attempt.
ONE!!
TWO!!!
Not this time, dear! Jones looks to have lost all patience and grabs Lopez by the leg. She attempts to fight back by swinging her other leg, but Smith Jones anticipated the enziguri and ducked in time for Mariahβs leg to swing right over him. Lopez is then dropped with a very high angled german suplex. Jones gets Lopez back to her feet and levels her again with a pump handle slam.
DM: Ouchβ¦
SS: Yes!!
Jones, continuing to methodically neutralize the Speedy Latina, brings her back up, throws her into the corner and starts to the chargeβ¦BUT LOPEZ TRIPS HIM INTO THE POST!!
SS: NO!!
DM: That was a momentum shifter!
Mariah Lopez with her newfound spark of hope bounces off the ropes once more and this time nails a perfect jumping front kick to the face of Smith Jones, who still remained on his feet after that painful encounter with the steel post. Roll up by Lopez once more!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRβ¦NO!!
Smith Jones must not have gotten a concussion because he knew what was going on to get his shoulder up. Lopez looks to be wanting to hit Potential Brain Damage as she has her leg aimed as Jones is getting back to his feet. She swings her leg, but Jones ducks like he did early and hits a spear. Lopez gets back up, ready for revenge but when she got back to her feet, she was dropped.
SS: POINT OF CONTROVERSY! FUCK YEAH!
DM: Smith Jones makes quick work hitting his finishing maneuver on the very fired up Mariah Lopez. Will it put her away?
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
DING DING DING!!
JW: Here is your winner, SMITH JONES!!!
DM: Very impressive win for Jones having to deal with a very speedy attack strategy from Lopez that caught him off guard at first.
SS: He adjusted well. It was good practice if he ever gets in the ring with the likes of Heather Monroe, Jay Thunder, or Adrien Cochrane who use similar strategies.
DM: Some quick competitors on that list.
As Smith Jones walks up the ramp, a booing crowd behind him, Jay jumps the ring-side wall. Barbed-wire baseball bat in his hand, he looks at the crowd and hushes them. They oblige and continue their cheering, as Jay sneaks up behind Jones. When he gets behind him, he smirks.
SS: WHAT THE FUCK IS JAY DOING!?
DM: He's getting revenge for the last Rapture!
SS: HE'S BEING A FUCKING PUSSY IS WHAT HE'S DOING!
Jay taps Jones on the shoulder, getting his attention. Smith Jones turns around to see nothing but a smirk, then a bat being swung sideways into his head, busting him open and knocking him out. Jay smiles as the crowd around him begin to cheer loudly, and places a boot on Smith's chest.
Jay Thunder: This is the closest you'll ever get to the βhashtagβ Broadcast Champion, Jones!
With that, Jay walks backstage, holding up the bat and the championship belt.
DM: Home-run! What a swing by Jay!
SS: Goddammit, that pussy! He attacked him from behind!
DM: You mean like Jones did two weeks ago!?
SS: Shut up you stupid bitch, nobody was talking to you!
DM: With that, we'll go to commercial now. Taint, wanna play a game?
SS: What kinda game?
DM: It's called DENTIST!
Desiree grabs Taint by the hair, slamming his face into the table as the camera fades to black for commercials.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Jan 19, 2013 2:41:59 GMT -5
We're back from break and immediately without so much as a warning, a loud, booming voice is heard over the arena P.A. system. After a second or two of sound adjusting, the voice is heard in a more calming and soothing tone...as if a narrator is speaking...
"For John Billings, life wasn't going so well. His wife of twelve years had left him because of his unwillingness to give up his vices. His two grown children refused to acknowledge his existence. The credit card companies were down his throat trying to obtain the payments for which he owed. On top of all of these things, John was hospitalized with severe third degree burns to his entire body when he unknowingly fell asleep in bed while smoking a cigarette. Life for John was going down the drain fast."
The scene opens inside of Shriners Burns Institute in Boston, Massachusetts around seven in the evening where John is seen in a leisure recreational area of the hospital for its patients. Family members and friends of other patients are also present in the area as early evening is the ideal time for visitation. John, wrapped from head to toe in medicated bandages to treat his burns, is watching a bit of television when an advertisement for cigarettes is aired. Not being able to have the ever so soothing comfort of a cigarette, John begins to become a bit antsy. John tries his hardest to get his mind off of his craving, but the urge continues to eat at him. As if almost entering to save the day, Dante Daevain and his ever famous compatriot walk into the recreation area. Dressed in his usual trademarked off-white silk suit, Dante takes a brief look around before slowly walking towards John. Dante and David the Midget suddenly convene around John, who looks around at the one and a half men wondering what is going on. John Billings: "Uh. Can I help you guys?" Dante lets out a brief chuckle. Dante: "No, John. But I can certainly help you." John is confused. John: "H-How do you know my name? An-And how exactly can you help me?" Dante develops a smirk on his face. Dante: "I know a lot about you, John. I know your wife and kids left you. I know of your financial troubles. I know of your unfortunate accident...I'm here to make all of those troubles go away. Interested?" John becomes a bit worried and hesitates to answer Dante's offering. John: "H-How can you know all of those things? Do you work for the government or something? How do I know this isn't some kind of scam?" Dante chuckles. Dante: "The name is Dante. No I do not work for any government. I'm just a man with a mission to offer a way out for people such as yourself. This maybe your only chance to have everything wrong in your life to go away. Do you really want to pass up such an opportunity?" John thinks for a moment. John: "This seems a little 'too good to be true', if you know what I mean."
Dante: "That's only for you to decide, John. I only offer the way out. It's up to you to take it or leave it."
John: "Well...Okay. That's pretty straightforward. Where do we begin?"
Dante: "That's the spirit, John. Diving right into business. You know, I remember seeing a private courtyard not far from here that we could talk further business. You seem like you need some fresh air, anyway's."
John: "How true. Being cramped in this hospital all day everyday does get a little stale." Dante motions for a nearby nurse and informs said resident nurse that John and he will be touring the grounds. Afterwards, Dante begins to push John in his wheelchair slowly through the hospital as David the Midget waddles behind them stepping on every single crack on the floor with gusto. Dante: "You made the right choice, John. I can tell you for certain that you'll never live to regret doing business with me."
John: "I would hope. So you say that you can make all of these problems go away for good."
Dante: "My word is my bond. You won't have to worry one bit."
John: "Good." After taking a short stroll through the halls of the hospital, Dante and John come upon the door leading to the private courtyard. Dante pushes the handicapped door button to open the door and proceeds to push John through the door and into the courtyard David runs through the door as if he is being followed...David them pulls out a Zippo lighter and tries his damnedest to light it, with no success, as the lighting is quite poor. A man-made brook is in the corner of the courtyard giving off the calming sounds of flowing water as some nesting birds offer a musical tune to add to the serene atmosphere. Dante parks John and his wheelchair in a small grass clearing as John takes in the fresh air. John: "It's been some time since I've been out. Those nurses in there try to keep me all cooped up and seemingly as bored as possible. You know?" Both men let out a hearty laugh. Dante: "I do, indeed, know what you mean." Dante stands beside John and his wheelchair and puts his hands in his pockets. Dante looks around for a second before pulling out a fresh pack of cigarettes. Dante opens the pack and takes out a cigarette and a fancy gold butane lighter and lights up his cigarette. Taking a drag, Dante looks down at John. Dante: "How rude of me! John, can I offer you a smoke?" John is wide-eyed with anticipation. John: "I-I really shouldn't..."
Dante: "Are you sure?"
John: "I-I...What the hell! Light one for me." Dante chuckles and takes another cigarette out of the pack and lights it up for John, putting it in his mouth. John, slowly and carefully lifts his hand to the cigarette and takes a nice long drag, inhaling it and savoring every bit of nicotine the cigarette has to offer. Dante: "Life is so full of simple pleasures that were made just for people to enjoy. Pity lots of people take these things for granted."
John (enjoying his cigarette): "Amen."
Dante (flicking off some ashes from his cigarette): "Tell me, John. How bad are you wanting all of your troubles to go away? Because, you know, some people who want help with this sort of thing don't really take it seriously."
John (exhaling some smoke): "Honestly. An opportunity to make it all go away...I want to be dead serious about this. I want it all to go away. I don't want to have to worry about anything anymore. My life's been bad enough as it is. It's time to make things better."
Dante: "I couldn't agree with you more, John...and that is why I'm going to help you." Dante glances down at John, enamored in his vice, and develops a grin. Dante takes one more drag of his cigarette and proceeds to flick some more ashes from his cigarette...After finishing the drag, Dante flicks his cigarette ashes into the grass ahead of him. David is sitting a little behind John's wheelchair still playing with his lighter. John's many bandages are so numerous that pieces of them hang over his chair. Dante puts a reassuring hand on John's shoulder as John continues to slowly enjoy his cigarette. David's frustration can be heard as his bad luck with his lighter persists. Suddenly, after much determination, David manages to light his lighter. With exuberating joy David begins to proclaim his awesomeness with various tones of TACO! In his celebrations, David manages to catch fire to John Billings' medicated bandages. Dante removes his hand from John's shoulder. In a matter of seconds, John's heavily medicated bandages catch complete fire. John begins to scream in a panic as Dante slowly turns around and begins to walk towards the door. John continues to get engulfed by more and more flames as the medication on the bandage is fueling the fire. John lets out more screams of anguish as he burns alive. As Dante reaches the door, he turns back to look at the suffering John and puts out his cigarette. Dante places the extinguished cigarette butt back into the package from whence it came and shakes his head as the flames from John suddenly reach his oxygen tank on the back of his wheelchair. The tank ruptures and lets off an explosion, sealing John's fate for good. Dante lets out a satisfied laugh as he opens the door back to the hospital and walks away with David nowhere in sight. Hospital alarms suddenly go off, warning of a fire on the premises. Dante continues his walk away with a smirk on his face as the scene comes to an end.
SS: THE FUCK is this? Did that really just happen?
DM: I think so! Dante and David just burned a man alive and it all aired on the Premiumtron 5000!
SS: That was just surreal! I mean we've seen Jay Thunder and countless others just annihilate people on live television, but this was a whole different deal!
DM: Oh agreed! That... that was hard to watch! I'm not sure what the hell to say about all of that! Taint, your thoughts?
SS: Same as you! Speechless!
DM: Well on a lighter note! Let's take it to Jimmy for our next match up of the night.
Cut to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is schedule for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
The arena goes dark and "Burn it Down" by Linkin Park hits over the speakers. Cain walks out onto the stage slowly, and stands at the top of the entrance ramp, he turns to one side of the arena and raises his fist in the air, he then turns to the other side of the arena and raises his fist. The crowd erupt into cheers. He walks down the ramp to the ring as blue and red pyros erupt all along the stage, reaching the edge of the ramp and setting off a crescendo of flames down the ramp that surrounds Cain as he gets to the bottom of the ramp.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from London, England, weighing in at 280 pounds... ALEX CAIN!!!
He walks up the steps goes over the top rope and into the ring, he raises his hand to the crowd and the proceeds to go to each corner of the ring, climb the turnbuckle and raise his fist to the crowd, who erupt into more cheers as Hendrix continues to play through the sound system. He climbs down the last turnbuckle and paces the middle of the ring, in preparation for the match ahead.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
The Mountain Dew theme hits the sounds system and out comes Mountain Dew Bob driving a mini Mountain Dew truck, and the fans errupt with cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 120 pounds... MOUNTAIN DEW BOB!!!
Once he gets out of the truck. He hands out free Mountain Dew to the audience before getting in the ring.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And here we go! Alex Cain wastes little time in laying a beating on Mountain Dew Bob!
SS: Bob ain't got no chance! He's gonna cry like a bitch when this is over with!
DM: Kind of like you do everytime you get hit!
SS: ...
DM: Cain has Bob in position... Northern Lights Suplex! And a cover!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: In a rather strange twist! Cain breaks up the pin attempt as the ref was gonna count to three!
SS: He's got a message to send and he's going to do it loud and clear!
DM: Cain is wasting little time there and hits Mountain Dew Bob with a shortarm clothesline! Cain goes to taunt, hoping to get a positive reaction, but he instead gets booed!
SS: The fans aren't well receptive to this guy! Wonder why?
DM: I heard it's because he was all this hype, yet he didn't say one word about his match against Mountain Dew Bob!
SS: Did Bob even say anything?
DM: Actually he did!
SS: The fuck?
DM: Yes! Mountain Dew Bob submitted a promo! It's on our website!
SS: Damn! That's shocking!
DM: Yeah! Cain is wanting to end this one early! He gets Bob to his feet and goes for The Annihilator...
SS: NO! Mountain Dew Bob poked him in the eyes and gets out of the move! What the hell is going on?
DM: I don't know! Mountain Dew Bob might actually get some offense in! Cain turns around... and Bob lands a dropkick to his face! Cain immediately springs back to his feet... and Bob hits him with a spinning heel kick to the face!
SS: Son of a bitch! That kid could win it! He's got the cover!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Not yet! Cain launches him off of him!
SS: I can't believe Mountain Dew Bob just almost won!
DM: Neither can I! Mountain Dew Bob gets back to his feet, and Cain is up to his! Bob goes for another kick... but instead, Cain grabs him and drops him down with a spinebuster!
SS: The glass slipper is surely not going to go on the foot of the Dew man here tonight!
DM: WAIT A MINUTE! THAT'S DA XTREME DYNASTY! KEVIN STYLES AND J.T. BANKS ARE OUT HERE!
SS: Get them away from here! They're not supposed to be here!
DM: Shut up, Taint!
Kevin Styles appears on the apron and starts distracting the referee. Meanwhile, J.T. Banks slides in the ring and waits for Alex Cain to stop acting all arrogant and turn around. Cain notices Styles on the apron and yells. Once he turns around, Banks charges towards him... AND LAYS HIM OUT WITH A SPEAR THAT NEARLY CRUSHES HIM IN TWO!
DM: MY GOD! J.T. Banks just FLOORED Alex Cain with a huge Spear!
SS: Don't tell me Mountain Dew Bob is going to win this damn thing!
Banks drags Mountain Dew Bob's carcass and lays his right arm on top of Cain before escaping the ring. From there, Styles hops off the apron and he and Banks begin to make their way to the back as the referee turns around and begins to count the fall...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
DM: HE DID IT! MOUNTAIN DEW BOB WINS! MOUNTAIN DEW BOB WINS!
SS: WHAT THE FUCK?!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... MOUNTAIN DEW BOB!!!
The Mountain Dew theme song hits and Mountain Dew celebrates to cheers from the crowd. He rolls out of the ring and runs around ringside, slapping hands with the fans while Alex Cain lays there in the ring, all dejected.
DM: I can't believe he did it! He pulled it off!
SS: Shit! You know you must suck if you get beaten by a straight up jobber!
DM: Your boy Mr. Baller lost to fucking Ray McCord on the first ever edition of YCW's Monday Night Wrestling!
SS: It doesn't count since he rebounded!
DM: Oh it does too, fatty! It definitely does count!
As Mountain Dew Bob leaves with his truck. Alex Cain sits up but suddenly. A video plays on the PremiumTron5000...
The video ends and the crowd cheers.
SS: What in the green fuck is this?
DM: I'm not sure! But it sure as fuck is scary to watch!
SS: Is it bad that I nearly pissed my pants?
DM: Yes! And now everybody knows you're a bed wetter!
SS: ...
DM: We're going to take a break you guys! When we come back, we'll present you guys with the Kai versus Draven Logan Kennedy match up! Don't change that dial! We'll be right back with more Saturday Night Rapture!
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Jan 19, 2013 2:42:47 GMT -5
The scene comes back from commercial and inside of the ring, we see a very unfamiliar set up to the fans of PCW. Thereβs a large television screen in the ring, a directorβs chair to the left of it, and Marina Valdivia sitting in it, a microphone in her hands. She has a slight smirk on her face as the boos reign down on her. She takes it in stride and waits for the boos to subside before she begins to speak.
Marina Valdivia: I understand that a lot of you are seeing this whole set up for the first time so let me fill you all in on whatβs going on. This is βInsightβ, my own personal talk show that I decided to bring for the first time to PCW. Iβve made it famous in THW, and itβs contributed to a lot of my success. I have two formats for this, first thereβs the interview format where Clarissa and I sit down with someone, ask a few questions and all that good stuff, but as you can see, Iβm the only one here, itβs just me, the chair Iβm sitting in, and the GlamourTron 4000 to my left so youβre not getting the interview format tonight, youβre getting the OTHER format where I just sit down and speak my mind whether you people like it or not.
Marina laughs for a few seconds before she takes a deep breath and continues.
Marina Valdivia: Iβve been saying on Twitter for a while that tonight I was going to be speaking from the heart and thatβs exactly what I am going to do right now. Twenty years ago, there was this little eight year old girl in San Diego, California with BIG dreams on her mind. She would always talk with her mother about how she wanted her name up in lights, how she wanted to be this huge Hollywood star, how she wanted her own star on the Walk of Fame and she would do everything it took to try and make those dreams a reality. She had a big imagination, doing everything from playing dress-up to even making home movies with her friends by borrowing her motherβs camera. She wanted to show one of those movies to her big brother and he shoved the camera back in her face and told her βI wish you were never born, mom should have aborted youβ She was heartbroken, but it didnβt deter her. She kept going.
Circumstances happened many years later and her career path changed to something better, that not even she thought she could ever imagine. Twenty years later, that little 8 year old is standing before all of you tonight, not only as one of the most successful women this wrestling business has ever seen, but also a FOUR TIME world champion, someone that has proven MANY times that she DESERVES the best and NOTHING but the best! Throughout my entire life, Iβve been kicked around, Iβve been screwed over, Iβve had my heart broken repeatedly, and yet, despite a recent questioning of my passion for this business, Iβm STILL here, Iβm STILL wrestling, and in spite of EVERYTHING I have ever been through in this business, despite being mistreated, I havenβt left because I DO have the passion for this which is why I am DONE playing around here, I am DONE with being pushed around and being treated like shit around here. I am DONE being compared to the biggest bust in THW history, DONE with having my passion being questioned, DONE with my THW and PCW careers being like night and day and for those of you that are confused, let me clear it up for you.
In THW, I AM the best, Iβm the THW World Champion, they respect me enough to at least APPRECIATE what they have in me. But here? Psht! Here? They treat me like Iβm just another wrestler. Here? Marina Valdivia isnβt a big deal, who cares about her? WELL FUCK THAT! I am DONE with that! Because let me tell you all something, I am NOT βjust another wrestlerβ, no! I am NOT someone that you can just chuck away in the first hour of the show to waste away with the rejects of the Broadcast division. I didnβt come to PCW to be a βfirst hour wrestlerβ. I didnβt come here to be put down and mistreated! The fact that the likes of Katie Chason and Alex Trident are wrestling AFTER me is a travesty! I am THROUGH with this bullshit itβs time to me to show everyone here to the REAL Marina Valdivia is because everything you PCW fans have seen out of me, is not even CLOSE to that. No more being a βfirst hour wrestlerβ, no more taking shit! As of right now, all of that is OVER! I swear on my fatherβs god damn grave that tonight is the LAST time Iβm going to be wrestling on the first hour of a PCW show ever again!
Marina pauses for a moment and the look in her eyes indicates the amount of rage and fury that sheβs letting out right about now.
Marina Valdivia: If ANYONE in the back thinks Iβm going to take their bullshit, then they have another thing coming for them. Let me give you guys an example of something. You know the βWe Are PCWβ movement that was going on for a while? If you guys want to do that, go for it, thatβs not my problem, my problem is that there are a few wrestlers in the back that look down on THW as if it was a minor league promotion. You think I wouldnβt hear about it? How people call THW a βhorrible placeβ and all the Truly Horrible Wrestling slanders? Say what you want about me, but I have NEVER, EVER called PCW any derogatory names like that and to those of you that have gone there, and want to go there, youβre a bunch of scum. I love how on Twitter, about a couple of weeks ago, Liam Reilly decided to hashtag me as βanother irrelevant THWβerβ. ANOTHER IRRELEVANT THWβER? SERIOUSLY? No! No, no, no! I am NOT going to take that! Those that think, because Iβm sure Liam isnβt the only one, that I am βanother irrelevant THWβerβ, look at this slideshow on the GlamourTron 4000, seriously, LOOK AT IT! Hit it crew!
The GlamourTron 4000 shows a four way split screen, showing Marina after each and every one of her four world championship victories.
Marina Valdivia: Always warms my heart, all of them. First one, HCW, January 2009 when THW AND PCW WERENβT EVEN IN EXISTENCE YET BY THE WAY. I won that championship, I paved the way for women like Miranda Rivers, Gabbi Sparks and yes Heather Monroe to follow in my lead to spread the message that women CAN become the best in a male-dominated industry. And of course, two through four, in THW and I should point out that number two was DAYS after my father died so thereβs passion for you motherfuckers! Next slide!
Next slide shows Marina with the PCW Broadcast Championship.
Marina Valdivia: I won that in my debut here, instant splash. I am the ONLY person from THW that has ever come here to win a PCW championship of any kind. Irrelevant? I donβt fucking think so. Harley St. James and Landon Crabtree? Okay, you can say theyβre irrelevant. Me? No! Next slide!
Next slide shows her with both the Broadcast Championship AND the THW World Championship.
Marina Valdivia: Name one other wrestler in EITHER company since the affiliation started, that has held both a THW AND PCW championship at the same time. Having trouble? Thatβs because Iβm the ONLY one that has done it! I am the only βTHWβerβ thatβs come here thatβs even had any success here, and thatβs in spite of all the bullshit Iβve been through in PCW since I got here. But of course, thatβs not surprising, after all I am the queen of resiliency. You can knock me down over and over again, just like this company has, and Iβm going to get up and when you keep knocking someone down, eventually, theyβre not going to just get up, theyβre going to fight and thatβs the point I am at right now. Iβm not just going to get up from the punches, Iβm going to start throwing my own. No more games, no more bullshit! Tonight marks a new chapter in my PCW career where I show ALL of you that Iβm not βjust another wrestlerβ or βanother irrelevant THWβerβ because deep down in my own heart, I KNOW I am better than whatβs been advertised of me in PCW, I KNOW I have what it takes to be a long-term success here and itβs time to fucking show it! Itβs time to show why Marina Valdivia IS a big deal, why she IS by far, without any doubt, the best womenβs wrestler in the world, PERIOD!
Recent events in PCW, like the loss of the Broadcast championship and settling for garbage such as Mya Denton and Jenny Tuck as far as matches go, have got me to REALLY think long and hard about this. I looked back at everything so far, and I realized that Iβve been settling for mediocrity. No more! To everyone backstage, you donβt know me. You donβt know what itβs like to be me. You donβt know the stresses I have to overcome day in and day out to maintain the success that I am today. But now youβre going to get to know me. Some of you are going to like it, others wonβt. Either way, I donβt give a fuck! I dare anyone in the back to try and deny me. Whether itβs my own brother growing up, the crooks that ran NIWF, all the enemies I have ever made in this business, those that have tried to deny me, those that have tried to crush my spirits and dreams, theyβve all paid for it so I dare you all, each and every one of you, to try and deny me, to try and crush me, because no matter how hard you try, I will rise up and I will crush you! Draven, later tonight, youβre the first one that has to experience the new chapter of my PCW career. Youβll be the first to really know why Iβm better than what Iβve shown in this company.
Marina stands up from her chair, and sheβs got a really serious look in her eyes.
Marina Valdivia: That Platinum championship? Itβs going to be mine and once I have it in my hands, that little girl from 20 years ago is going to have something else to smile about. There will never be another Marina Valdivia, I know Iβm unique, I know Iβm beautiful in my own way, and that alone makes me a WINNER above all of you in the back that want to put me down!
Marina smirks for a bit, before she puts the microphone down on her chair, and walks out of the ring. Itβs been a long while since she poured out her emotions like that, which is why the crowd is in a slight state of surprise.
SS: That was touching! Really! I was moved by the entire thing! Whether you like it or not, Marina Valdivia is an inspiration to everybody out there!
DM: While she has overcome a lot of things and there's no discrediting what she's accomplished! But the main point she's making is to make your own opportunities and not sit there and settle for mediocrity!
SS: But Marina's going to do that! That's what she said!
DM: And that's a good thing! She's automatically better than you ever could be, Taint! But Marina's opportunity to rise up and seize the moment comes in just a short bit as she faces Draven Logan Kennedy where the winner will face Jerry Matthews for the PCW Platinum Championship at Wrestle Extravaganza III!
SS: Marina's going to win! I call it!
DM: We'll find out after the commercial break! We'll be back after this!
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Jan 19, 2013 2:43:23 GMT -5
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a number one contenders match for the PCW PLATINUM CHAMPIONSHIP!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
"Whatever" by Our Lady Peace hits and Kai quickly walks down the isle to the ring, glancing at the crowd a few times while Mya Denton walks behind him.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, being accompanied to the ring by Mya Denton. From Parts Unknown, weighing in at 210 pounds. He is a member of The Disciples of Syn... This... IS... KAI!!!
He walks up the steel steps and enters the ring while Mya stands on the floor below. Kai then crosses his arms as he awaits for the match to begin.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
"I Came To Play" by Downstait hits and Draven Logan Kennedy comes out to the ramp, looking as pissed off as ever.
Jimmy Wilkes: First, 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.
*DING DING DING!*
DM: And here we go! Both opponents circling each other carefully, Draven challenges Kai to a test of strength⦠And he accepts!
SS: Kai's not one to back down from a fight!
DM: Draven taking the advantage⦠he lifts Kai in the air⦠MILITARY PRESS DROP!
SS: Ouch! That fallβs GOTTA hurt!
DM: But Kai makes it back to his feet again! Draven going for a big boot⦠NO! Kai ducks and catches him with a spinning reverse kick to his back! What a great dodge! Draven turns around, Kai bounces off the ropes⦠KNEE STRIKE TO THE FACE!
SS: But Draven back to his feet once more! Kai charging at him, he's going for another knee⦠NO! SPINEBUSTER BY Draven AND Kai IS DOWN! AW SHIT! What a terrible impact!
DM: Draven with the cover!
1!
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2!
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NO! Kai kicks out!
SS: That Spinebuster could have crushed her!
DM: But he's a great athlete with no ounce of quit in him! Draven backs up, Kai still on the mat, he gets to a knee and Draven approaches him⦠but Kai swats him away and is back on his feet again! Draven comes for a chop, Kai is quicker with a spinning backfist! Draven going for an uppercut⦠NO! Kai dodges and gets at him with some vicious forearm strikes!
SS: GO Kai!
DM: Draven pushes Marina away in an Irish whip, and she gets propelled to the ropes, Draven going for a clothesline⦠NO! Marina once again ducks and bounces off the other side of the ring⦠Tornado DDT!
SS: Draven is down! This might be Kai's chance! Seated Senton splash for good measure, and itβs now he who has the pin attempt!
1!
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2!
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NO! Draven kicks out!
SS: DAMMIT!
DM: Still a great offense after the Spinebuster she suffered earlier!
SS: Kai springs to his feet and taunts to a huge pop! He turns towards Draven⦠NO! Draven CATCHES HIM BY THE NECK! CHOKETOSS!
DM: A vicious move!
SS: But Kai is not backing down! He kicks out from Dravenβs pin attempt, Draven trying to grab his legsβ¦ NO! Kai pushes him away and rolls to his feet! Draven goes for a front kick, Kai catches itβ¦ OH NO!
DM: ENZUIGIRI BY DRAVEN! A savage hit to Kai! Right to Kaiβs face! Kai drops down and Draven rolls her up for the pin!
1!
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2!
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NO! Kai gets his shoulder up!
SS: WHAT!?
DM: What a warrior Kai is!
SS: Ladies and gentlemen, I cannot believe it! Kai just⦠kicked⦠out!
DM: And Draven is beside himself! He lifts his arm to the air and paces around the ring, while Kai is struggling to get back to his feet⦠and he grabs his neck again!
SS: WE MIGHT BE WITNESSING A CHOKESLAM RIGHT HERE!!!
DM: Draven lifts Marina up, he wiggles with her legs, kicking Draven, forcing him to release the hold⦠HE'S ELBOWING HIM IN THE SIDE OF THE HEAD!
SS: He's beating the piss out of him!
DM: Draven stumbles and Kai kicks him in the gut and goes for a suplex... NO! Draven knees Kai in the back of the head to get out of it! Draven appears behind Kai... GERMAN SUPLEX!
SS: Reversal after reversal here! And kai is on the floor again!
DM: But Draven cannot take advantage as he has to regain his breath!
The crowd starts chanting βPCW! PCW! PCW!β
DM: What a GREAT showing these two are putting tonight!
SS: Right you are, Desireè, and this shows why PCW is the best of the best!
DM: Kai showing signs of life now, both opponents back on their feet! Intensity to its greatest we have witnessed! And it looks like neither of them has too much left in the tank!
SS: Hereβs another lock-up! Kai and Draven going back and forth, neither is able to best the other! Draven gaining the upper hand! Heβs picking Kai up again, heβs going for a powerbomb!
DM: NO! Kai COUNTERS WITH A TORNADO DDT!!!
SS: COVER BY Kai!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
*DING DING DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... KAI!!!
"Whatever" by Our Lady Peace hits and the crowd cheers as Kai gets his hand raised in the air by the referee. Mya Denton comes into the ring and celebrates with Kai.
DM: It's now official! At Wrestle Extravaganza III, we will have Jerry Matthews and Kai for the PCW Platinum Championship!
SS: That's gonna be a great match! Kai just proved that he's head and shoulders above Draven and honestly, who the hell can stop him?
DM: Other than the loss of the tag team titles to Bull and Ape, I'm not sure! He's been on a great roll lately!
SS: When you are a world class athlete like Kai! You should and always get win after win! He's a fucking athlete who's that damn good at his job and SHOULD get more respect!
DM: This win over Draven is hard to argue that fact! With that said! While we get the rest of this shit cleaned up! We're going to break! We'll be back after these messages!
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Jan 19, 2013 2:44:32 GMT -5
We come back from a commercial break, and the Dark Side by Jim Johnston is playing on the sound system, and workers are setting the ring up for the Reaping death show, once they finish, they exit the ring, and the lights in the arena go out.
JUST BECAUSE SEASONS DON'T FEAR THE REAPER!!! DON'T MEAN YOU SHOULDN'T!!!
America by Deuce hits the sound system, a weird blue light fills the arena, and out comes ''the deadly Rhino'' Ryan ''the Reaper'' Robinson, and the crowd erupts with cheers, Reaper is wearing his street clothes, he has his signiture golf club in his right hand, and he has the LPW Mexican championship on his left shoulder, he begins making his way to the ring taking his time to slap hands with the fans, once he gets to the ring, he walks up the steps, gets in the ring, and panders to the fans a bit before asking for a mic, he then begins speaking.
Reaper: Hello everyone! and welcome to the Reaping Death Show!.
The crowd cheers.
Reaper: First off, I just want to say that it feals great to be here in Cleveland Ohio!.
The crowd cheers.
Reaper: To be honest guys, I'm not really in that great of a mood, why would that be? Well, you all know my wife ''the Lady Reaper'' Bella Brooks- Robinson, right?
The crowd cheers.
Reaper: Well, she hasn't been too happy lately, and when she's not happy, I'm not happy! which bring me to my guest tonight, he's a member of the Elite, he has gone by the names of Blood, and ''Syn''!.
The crowd boos as they know who Reaper is talking about, and Reaper looks around, and nods his head.
Reaper: Well, I'm not going to make any promises that this will end well, but please welcome my guest tonight, Yoshiru Long!.
Reaper stands there there for a moment, and nothing happens.
Reaper: Yoshiru! get out here, now!.
Reaper stands there for a few more minutes, and nothing happens.
Reaper: Yoshiru! if you don't come out here! I'm going to come back there, and get you!.
Meanwhile, two masked men slide in the ring holding steel pipes, one of them deliver a pipe shot to Reaper's left knee, and he goes down, the two masked men then begin beating Reaper with the steel pipes as the crowd boos loudly, all of a sudden the boos turn to cheers as Mariah Lopez, Bella Brooks- Robinson, Rachel Robinson, Laurie Young, and Tom Pendergrass come running to the ring, they slide in the ring, and the masked men quickly leave the ring, and escape into the crowd.
DM: Reaper is hurt! Those two masked men did a number on him! Who the hell are they and why are they here?
SS: Don't look at me! I don't know why the hell they're here! I really don't!
DM: So you don't believe that The Elite has anything to do with this, right?
SS: Yeah! I believe that Yosh and Curt are innocent! They would never do this!
DM: You must have forgot about the Clown and the Werewolf there, fat ass!
SS: That was for the good of the company!
DM: You're delusional, but right now! Let's head to the ring for our next match! Jay Thunder in a non-title match against Brian Stryker!
Cut to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
The neigh of a horse sounds throughout the arena, as the chorus of βDark Horsesβ by Switchfoot hits. Jay Thunder comes shooting out from behind the curtain, energetic and ready to fight. He looks around at the Cleveland crowd, before raising the Broadcast Championship high into the air.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Knoxville, Tennessee, weighing in at 180 pounds. He is the PCW BROADCAST CHAMPION... "THE DARK HORSE"... JAY THUNDER!!!
Once his name has been announced. He begins running down the ramp and sliding in. He rolls to his feet, quickly climbs the nearest turnbuckle, and shows off for the crowd, raising the belt high into the air once more. He jumps down and waits for the bell.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
"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. 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.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 215 pounds... "THE KID"... BRIAN STRYKER!!!
He walks down the ramp to cheers from the crowd. He slaps hands with some of the fans before stepping onto the steel steps and walks on the apron. He points at the crowd before entering the apron. He now goes to the top rope and spreads his arms out as the crowd cheers. He hops off the turnbuckle and takes his jacket off, handing it to a ringside assistant as he awaits for the match to begin.
*DING! DING! DING!*
The match begins, and Jay and Stryker circle around eachother. Jay goes for a kick to the head, but Stryker ducks, and goes for a kick to the head of his own, but Jay ducks, jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Stryker gets to his feet, and Jay connects with a dropkick. Stryker gets back to his feet, and Jay jumps up, and connects with another hurricanrana. Stryker gets back to his feet again, and Jay connects with another dropkick. Stryker gets to his feet, and Jay jumps up, and connects with a third hurricanrana. Stryker gets back to his feet, and Jay connects with a third dropkick. Stryker gets back to his feet again, and Jay goes for a irish whip, but Stryker reverses it into a irish whip of his own. Jay runs into the ropes, then runs back at Stryker. Stryker goes for a spinning wheel kick, but Jay ducks, runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody. He then waits for Stryker to get to his feet. Stryker eventually gets to his feet, and Jay connects with a kick to the head before going out to the apron, and climbing to the top turnbuckle. He then leaps off, and connects with a diving elbow drop before going for the pin!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: Stryker kicks out at two!
SS: DAMMIT! Jay, put his ass away!
DM: I thought you disliked Jay!
SS: I do! Although not as much as I dislike that Philadelphia moron, Brian Stryker!
Jay waits for Stryker to get to his feet, Stryker eventually gets to his feet, and Jay goes for a kick to the head, but Stryker ducks, and connects with a enzuigiri. He then waits for Jay to get to his feet, Jay eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a dropkick. Jay gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with another dropkick. Jay gets back to his feet again, and Stryker connects with a third dropkick. Jay gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a spinning wheel kick before locking in a half boston crab. Jay refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Jay still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. Stryker gives him a clean break, and waits for him to get back to his feet. Jay eventually gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with a enzuigiri, he then waits for Jay to get back to his feet again. Jay eventually gets back to his feet again, and Stryker connects with a kick to the head before going out to the apron, climbing to the top turnbuckle, and waiting for Jay to get to his feet. Jay eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker leaps off, and connects with a missile dropkick. He then lifts Jay to his feet, and connects with Stryke 2 before going for the pin!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: And this time, Jay kicks out!
SS: Fuck you, Stryker! You're not going to win! You understand!
Stryker locks in a rear chin lock. Jay refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Jay still refuses to give up, and he eventually fights out of the hold by delivering elbows to the midsection. He then connects with a kick to the head before delivering a stomp to the midsection causing Stryker to sit up holding his stomach in pain. He then runs into the ropes, runs back at Stryker, and connects with a running dropkick to the face before waiting for Stryker to get to his feet. Stryker eventually gets to his feet, and Jay runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody. He then goes out to the apron, climbs to the rop turnbuckle, and waits for Stryker to get back to his feet. Stryker eventually gets back to his feet, and Jay leaps off, and connects with a diving crossbody before waiting for Stryker to get back to his feet again. Stryker eventually gets back to his feet again, and Jay connects with a enzuigiri. He then goes out to the apron, and waits for Stryker to get to his feet. Stryker eventually gets to his feet, and Jay springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard clothesline before going for the pin!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: And now Stryker with the kickout!
SS: GRRRRRR!!!
DM: Somebody a little butthurt?
SS: SHUT UP!
Jay goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for Stryker to get to his feet. It takes a moment, but Stryker eventually gets to his feet, and Jay leaps off, and goes for a diving crossbody, but Stryker catches him with a dropkick in mid air. He then locks in a surfboard stretch. Jay refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Jay still refuses to give up, and Stryker eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold before waiting for Jay to get back to his feet. Jay eventually gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with a enzuigiri. He then waits for Jay to get back to his feet again. Jay gets to his hands and knees, and Stryker runs into the ropes, then runs back at Jay, and connects with a running dropkick to the side of the head before locking in a half boston crap. Jay refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Jay still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. Stryker gives him a clean break, and waits for him to get to his feet. Jay eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody. He then waits for Jay to get back to his feet. Jay eventually gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with First Stryke before going for the pin!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: And now it's Stryker who only gets a near fall!
SS: He's a failure, Desiree! An absolute failure!
DM: I'm really curious to know just why you feel the way you feel about Stryker?
SS: Because I just do! Okay?
DM: Damn! Don't have to get all pissy with me! I was just asking a question!
Stryker lifts Jay to his feet, and goes for a irish whip, but Jay reverses it into a irish whip of his own. Stryker runs into the ropes, then runs back at Jay, and Jay jumps up, and catches him with a hurricanrana. He then waits for Stryker to get to his feet. Stryker eventually gets to his feet, and Jay connects with a dropkick. Stryker gets back to his feet, and Jay connects with a enzuigiri. He then waits for Stryker to get back to his feet again. Stryker eventually gets back to his feet again, and Jay connects with another enzuigiri before waiting for Stryker to get to his feet. Stryker eventually gets to his feet, and Jay runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody. He then waits for Stryker to get back to his feet. Stryker eventually gets back to his feet, and Jay connects with a double knee facebreaker before going for the pin!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: And again, another near fall in this match up!
SS: FUCK! Get it together, Jay! Show us why you are the Broadcast Champion!
Jay waits for Stryker to get to his feet. It takes a moment, but Stryker eventually gets to his feet, and Jay runs into the ropes, then runs back at Stryker, but Stryker catches him with a spinning wheel kick. He then turns Jay over, and locks in a camel clutch. Jay refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Jay still refuses to give up, and Stryker eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold before locking in a ground headlock. Jay refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Jay still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. Stryker gives Jay a clean break, and waits for him to get to his feet. Jay eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a kick to the head. He then waits for Jay to get back to his feet. Jay eventually gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with a enzuigiri before waiting for Jay to get back to his feet again. Jay eventually gets back to his feet again, and Stryker connects with a spinning wheel kick. He then locks in a half boston crab. Jay refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Jay still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. Stryker gives him a clean break, and waits for him to get to his feet. Jay eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with First Stryke! He then lifts Jay to his feet, and connects with Stryke 2 before going for the pin!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *Jay gets his foot on the rope*
DM: Jay got his foot on the rope just in time!
SS: YAY! That means Stryker doesn't win!
DM: Your hatred for Stryker is sad, man! Also disturbing in the same sense!
Stryker drags Jay to the middle of the ring, goes out to the apron, slowly climbs to the top turnbuckle, and leaps off looking to go for the Air Stryke! NO!!! Jay barely moves out of the way, and Stryker crashes into the canvas!. Both competitors are down so the ref starts a ten count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
FIVE!!!
Jay starts moving.
SIX!!!
SEVEN!!!
Stryker starts moving.
EIGHT!!!
Both men get to there feet, and Jay kicks Stryker in the midsection, puts him in a facelock, and connects with the T-D-T before going for the pin!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match up by pinfall. THE PCW BROADCAST CHAMPION... "THE DARK HORSE"... JAY THUNDER!!!
"Dark Horse" by Switchfoot plays and the crowd cheers as Jay is handed the PCW Broadcast Championship and gets his hand raised in the air. He rolls out of the ring and slaps hands with the fans before walking to the back.
DM: What a victory by Jay Thunder here tonight! He put Brian Stryker down for the count with the T-D-T!
SS: Thank god! Wasn't gonna have to deal with Stryker getting that win over Jay! Oh hell no I wasn't!
As Jay reaches the back. Brian Stryker slowly gets to his feet. Once he's up, the fans applaud him for his efforts. He salutes the fans, but that's short lived as he receives a chopblock to the left knee. Stryker goes down and the man who chopblocked him is revealed as none other than Curtis Wilkes.
DM: Curtis Wilkes! Curtis Wilkes has struck again!
SS: OH YES! THANK YOU JESUS! Put him down, Curtis! Take this sucker out!
DM: ... and the man love continues!
Curtis starts kicking at the left knee repeatedly and often. Stryker is holding the knee in pain and Curtis backs into a corner with an evil smirk on his face. Stryker gets to a knee and Curtis runs up to him... and boots him in the side of the head.
DM: That was a nasty boot to the skull! What is the meaning behind this?
SS: He's Curtis Wilkes! He can do whatever he wants! That's why!
Curtis spreads his arms out to a mixture of cheers and boos. He drags Stryker to his feet and lets him stand there, all out of it. He kicks Stryker in the gut and hooks him up for the Downward Spiral... but suddenly, the lights go out.
DM: What the hell? The lights are out!
SS: Just as Stryker was about to be hit with the Downward Spiral! Dammit!
The crowd cheers as the lights are out. There is thunder that's being heard and the crowd cheers more, but they don't know where the thunder is coming from. Thirty seconds later, lightning can be seen and it strikes towards the middle of the ring. The thunder stops and the lights go back on and Curtis is down in the ring while Brian Stryker is nowhere to be found.
DM: I think Curtis just got a message sent to him, via a lightning strike!
SS: Where the hell did it come from? Who's behind this heinous act on a heroic man like Curtis Wilkes?
DM: Curtis a hero? Oh don't make me laugh lord fatso! And you should know by now just where this stuff comes from! Unless of course you really are a moron!
SS: Not fair!
DM: Deal with it! It's time for another commercial break! We'll be back after this!
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Jan 19, 2013 2:45:00 GMT -5
We're back from the break and Jimmy Wilkes enters the ring, and prepares to announce the next match.
Jimmy Wilkes: "Ladies and Gentlemen, the following..." Jimmy is interrupted by "Requiem for a Dream" by Clint Mansell, which draws a confused reaction from the crowd, who do not recognise the music. A few moments later, two hooded figures emerge through the curtain onto the ramp. The pair are visibly wearing Greek Tragedy and Comedy masks, which allows the crowd to identify the pair as Liam Reilly and Damon Warrens. This draws a mixed reaction from the crowd.
DM: "Oh great. These two butthurt idiots are back on Rapture. They made an appearance at Night of Heroes III, attacking Terrell Ryder and declaring war on PCW".
SS: "Their attack on Ryder was my highlight of the year. It's about time he got knocked down a peg or two".
DM: "You do know who pays your wages, right?"
SS: "I'll shut up now".
Liam and Damon are joined on the ramp by Immanuel Paine, and this draws a much more negative reaction from the crowd.
DM: "It seems the crowd are much less tolerant of Damon and Liam's manager, than they are of the pair themselves. I suppose this crowd still has some respect for Liam and Damon's past performances in PCW".
Immanuel Paine smirks as he looks out at the crowd, before he raises a microphone to his mouth.
Paine: "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages! Let me present to you the future PCW Tag Team Champions of the world! The 'Nitemare' Damon Warrens, the 'Redeemer' Liam Reilly, ORDER AND CHAOS!!!!"
The crowd boos loudly, but it does not phase Immanuel Paine who smiles ear to ear. He motions for them to quiet down.
Paine: "Now all you ignorant people here in Ohio may be wondering why I selected two perfect competitors such as Damon Warrens and Liam Reilly. Why would I manage two people who obviously do not need my services? They are both quite strategic and astonishingly intelligent, obviously not the kind of person who would generally need a manager such as say The Bull and Ape Alliance."
The crowd cheers at the mention of the new PCW Tag Team Champions.
Paine: "When I decided I wanted to manage talent in PCW I concluded that I did not want to manage anyone who needed my talents, I wanted to find talent who deserved my managerial services. Most of the roster members in PCW need my skills, but they are dunces, they do not deserve my services let alone a job with this company! Liam and Damon on the other hand deserve my services as we are intellectual equals, they are the best of the best and that is all I will ever manage."
At this point, Liam raises his hand to stop his manager. Paine stops talking, at which point Liam takes a microphone out of his hoodie.
DM: "Thank God that pompous sycophant has shut up. Unfortunately we've got to listen to Liam Reilly now".
Liam Reilly: "Now Mr. Paine, believe me when I say I could listen to you complimenting us all day, really I could. But I'm sure these people would prefer to hear an explanation for our recent actions".
The crowd cheers this suggestion.
SS: "No, I want to hear more about how stupid the PCW roster is".
DM: "Let me start with you, Taint. You're a moron. You couldn't be more stupid if your brain was replaced with horseshit and jello".
SS: "That was uncalled for".
Liam: "At Night of Heroes III I explained that Damon and I found the mediocrity, that had been allowed to take root and fester in PCW, too much to bear. Now, while this is certainly the case, it is not our sole reason for returning. Saving PCW from mediocrity is no reason to declare war, and war is most certainly what we have come to bring PCW. At this point, I'm sure none of you folks have any idea what I'm talking about. This is not your fault, you've been spoonfed so many lies and misdirections by this company, that you can't even begin to comprehend the meaning of reality. So I leave it to my distinguished tag team partner, Damon Warrens, to enlighten you all as to what else brings us back to this hive of scum and villainy".
On cue, Damon retrieves a microphone of his own from his jacket pocket.
Damon: "Now before I enlighten you all. I ask that Shannon Saint and Desiree Miles have some respect and allow us to speak all that is on our minds without adding their own thoughts for the viewers at home. It's distracting. So please. Stop.
DM: Did he seriously just ask us not to do our jobs!? Who the hell does he think he is!?
SS: He's a man of higher intelligence! And considering what those guys did to their boss maybe we should listen.
DM: Wow you actually said something intelligent! I'm shocked. But at least this means I don't have to hear you for a couple of minutes.
Damon: "Ladies and gents, our problems, our reasons for war start with one name. Jay. Thunder.
The crowd boos Damon and pops for the Broadcast champion. Damon shakes his head in pity.
Damon: "You poor impressionable Americans have been brainwashed. Jay Thunder is not a man whom is worth your cheers. He is a disgusting serial murderer! How many times has he come out here and decapitated men he didn't like on live television!? He attacked an innocent Canadian fan. A fan whom I of course sent money to pay for legal representation against PCW. Jay Thunder is no peach backstage either. He attacked Liam and I verbally, myself in a much more personal manner. And what happened when I took a stand against this murderous bigot you might ask? I got fired."
The crowd is silent, most not knowing how to react.
Damon: "But in the end who can blame Jay Thunder? In the end he is just an ignorant American like the rest of you here in Cleveland! He doesn't know any better! He worked his magic, became best friends with everyone involved in management, and got his wish. He got me ousted from the company I once loved. Obviously it didn't work long term though as I stand before you alongside two men who believed that this injustice needed to be corrected! Liam made a huge sacrifice and stood by my side, and I thank him immensely for his actions."
Liam nods at his tag team partner.
Liam: "Well Damon, sometimes a façade can only last so long, and that was the point at which PCW's façade of integrity started to slip. That this was allowed to happen sickened me, and I knew I was no longer willing to tow PCW's line. Of course, when I tried to explain this at the time, I was shot down and pulled from the air, in favour of some propaganda courtesy of that little Vanilla Ice wannabe James Baker".
The crowd cheers at the mention of PCW's General Manager, which causes Liam to pause momentarily. Although he has been interrupted, and the crowd is mostly against him, Liam's demeanour remains calm.
Liam: "You see, this is James Baker's genius. You still cheer him after all he has done. He is a man who says that men can't wrestle in a thong on his show, I assume because he's ashamed of the funny feeling it gives him in his pants, and yet is perfectly happy to sanction decapitations, stabbings, and rape attempts on PCW programming. Last time I checked, PCW was a WRESTLING company, not a rejected episode of CSI. I didn't get to where I am in the wrestling world by relying on stupid shit like cutting off Manny Django's head or stabbing Vincent Matthews. Those are not the acts of someone with the talent to get over on in-ring ability and personality. Those are the acts of desperate men...correction...desperate BOYS. So the fact that that two-bit Funky Bunch reject has let that sot of crap prosper in the wrestling business, sickens me".
Damon: "I must correct you on something my dear friend. See James Baker not only let a man wrestle in a thong, he helped come up with the idea in the first place! He thought it was a great way to get ratings, or at least that's the reason he gave me to convince me to go through with it. In my opinion he just wanted to get his perverted rocks off by watching a perfect specimen such as myself in a thong. But the hypocritical wangster James Baker is not the only person to make negative remarks in regards to my last match in PCW. Of course the second coming of Jesus also condemned me for my attire and continues to do so."
The crowd is mostly silent, confused at the last remark.
Damon: "The second coming of Jesus, or shall I say Jay-sus to make it easier to comprehend for the simpletons watching, has of course torn me to pieces on twitter continuously. In fact recently he said that because of my apparently disgusting attire and my return to PCW, he would never watch Rapture again. May I make a suggestion Jay-sus Christ? How about you never show up to Rapture again? I mean that would sure be better for your health and mine."
The crowd boos loudly and Damon holds his hand up and silently asks that they quiet down so he may finish.
Damon: "I must congratulate you though you have held three titles in my absence, I mean sure two reigns ended weeks later, but really who's counting? I mean regardless you set a record! You lost the tag team titles more than any team in PCW history! That's something to be proud of! I mean all I ever did was save the Brawl Championship Division and destroy Mariano Fernandez in one of the most hardcore matches in this company's history. Nothing to be proud of really. "
Damon shakes his head, clearing his thoughts and remembering what he was planning to say next.
Damon: "But back on track ladies and gents. The problem here is that this whole time, throughout the harassment caused by Jay-sus, management sat back and let it all happen. Jay-sus was rewarded after I was fired! Then when Liam left I was accused of poaching him away from PCW! Of course Liam could never have left due to the corruption in PCW. NEVER! PCW is golden, never committed a single wrong! ..... Except of course when James Baker paid Morgan Simmons off to set the wrestler known as the Canadian Drag Queen on fire. Did you folks know that the Drag Queen was a representation of me? Yeah, it's true. That poor man who, like Jay-sus' victims, did nothing wrong is still receiving treatment for third-degree burns!"
The crowd cheers the mention of the burning of the "Canadian Drag Queen", at which point Liam's previous calmness erodes and he looks visibly angry. Instead of addressing the crowd, he now looks around as if seeking out an invisible presence.
Liam: "Do you hear this cheering Baker? This cheering of an act of murderous psychopathy? This is what you have created. An age where the audience aren't satisfied with seeing great wrestling. An age where it all has to be taken to the next step. And where does it end, James? Are we going to have "First Gunshot" matches, where you have to shoot your opponent in the head to win? Is the PCW World title going to be contested under "Disembowelment Only" rules? Let me answer that question for you. No, it is not. Because the new era is at coming. The war is coming. Justice is coming. Justice that has been long overdue, not just for those poor people who suffered on your television show, but for myself and Damon too. Count down the days Baker. Change is coming, and your world will never be the same.
At this point "Requiem for a Dream" plays once again, and Liam, Damon and Immanuel Paine turn and walk back up the ramp. Damon stops at the top of the ramp and turns back towards the audience, as do Liam and Immanuel.
Damon: PIPEBOMB!
The three men smirk confidently and Damon drops his mic on the stage for emphasis. They turn around and exit backstage. A visibly shocked Jimmy Wilkes waits for the music to fade out, before beginning his announcements for the next match.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
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.
Jimmy Wilkes: And her opponent!
"I Don't Care" by Apocalyptica feat. Adam Gontier hits the sound system and Melanie Ramirez and Katie Chason come out from behind the curtain to boos from the crowd. They stand on top of the stage, looking at everybody with disgust on their faces.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring! Being accompanied by Melanie Ramirez! From San Diego, California! She is a member of the Toxic Disciples of Syn and Morgan... KATIE CHASON!!!
They slowly walks down the ramp, with the looks of disgust getting worse by the minute on Melanie's face while Katie smirks. They circle around ringside arena before looking at each other. They hop on the apron and pose together before stepping in under the bottom rope. They go to the top rope and look at the crowd with disgust on their faces before stepping down. They take their coats off and place it in the corner. They look at the booing fans, smirk and flip them off as they wait for the match to begin.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And here we go! The PCW Hall of Famer/former World Champion versus Toxic's young upstart! The words Katie Chason has had for Heather is anything but nice!
SS: I love Toxic and all, but I'm not sure how wise that is! Heather Monroe is in the Hall of Fame and has done damn near everything there is to do in this company! NEVER take her lightly!
Heather and Katie lock up and Katie gets the upperhand as she manages to back Heather into the corner of the ring. The referee wedges himself in between to break them up and Katie breaks the clinch. Katie and Heather line back up and clinch again, and Katie takes the lead again and drives her knee into Heather's gut. Heather lets out a loud gasp of air as she falls to her knees.
SS: Right now, the rookie is with the upperhand here!
DM: This is the early going, Taint! Heather has a lot of time to get back into this!
Katie slams her foot to the side of Heather's head, dropping her down flat on to the canvas. Heather tries to push herself back up but gets driven back down with another boot to the head from Katie. Heather starts to crawl over towards the ropes but Katie is relentless. She kicks Heather over onto her back and digs the bottom of her foot into Heather's throat and uses the top rope for leverage. Heather is struggling underneath Katie's boot as the referee tries to force Katie off with a five count...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
Katie breaks it at the count of three. She backs away and allows Heather to her feet. Katie rushes Heather... clothesline over the top rope. Heather spills out on to the floor as Katie mockingly raises her arms and receives a deafening chorus of boos from the crowd. Katie goes over to the ropes and watches Heather as she slowly gets up from the arena floor. Heather is starting to regain her composure as Katie executes a sling shot cross body over the top rope on to Heather Monroe.
SS: I'm rather surprised here! Katie has the upperhand over Heather Monroe and Heather hasn't been able to get out of the box yet!
DM: As we've said time and time again! Never count her out!
Katie slowly starts to get to her feet, obviously hurting herself by jumping over the top rope. She shakes it off as she grabs Heatherby the hair and slams her head first into the steel steps. The referee slides out to check on Heather but Katie pulls the referee out of the way and grabs Heather and throws her back into the ring. Katie slides in after her and picks her up by the head again. Katie wraps her arm around Heather's head and goes for a suplex... NO! Heather blocks it, locking her leg on to around Katie's. Katie tries again but Heather holds on tight. Katie with a quick shot to the gut and pulls Heather up. Katie is holding Heather up high and is literally holding her life in her hands but Heather wiggles free and lands behind Katie. Heather quickly locks her arms around Katie's waist... German Suplex! And she has the leg hooked for the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: And Katie kicks out!
SS: Katie knows that a good showing against Heather will help her out in a number of ways. She knows what to do here!
Heather makes it to her feet first and puts Katie in a headlock. Heather tightens the hold and then flips Katie over on to the mat, hard. Katie flips her shoulder up before the referee can make the count and tries to struggle free. Katie kicks her legs up and locks in a head scissors. Heather starts struggling and kicks out of it. Both women on their feet, but Katie fixes that quickly with a devastating flying knee to the face of Heather who ends up down outside of the ring and Katie begins to distract the referee albeit seductively.
SS: God damn! Wouldn't I love a night with that!
DM: Go on ahead, Taint! Most men have had it! She has a list almost as long as Alexis Landry's!
SS: I'd still hit it though!
Heather is on the floor and as Katie is distracting the referee. Melanie Ramirez rushes over and starts stomping on Heather and the crowd boos. But the boos quickly turn to cheers as Tom Pendergrass and Laurie Young of Team Lethality run out from the back and go after Melanie who stops what she's doing and make her escape through the crowd with Tom and Laurie giving chase. Katie stops distracting the referee and rolls out of the ring and rolls Heather back in. Katie springs off the middle rope... and drives an elbow to the heart and quickly has the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Heather isn't gonna go down that easy! That's for sure!
Katie gets Heather up and props her up into the corner and unleshes rights and left to the side of Heather's head, trying to beat any will that is left in Heather's battered body. Katie throws another right but Heather blocks it. Heather with a kick to the gut and shoves Katie's head between her legs... Double Underhook Backbreaker! Heather hit that perfectly and Katie is holding her back in pain.
SS: She's gonna feel worse when I give her the dick!
DM: You're disgusting! Can you even see your own dick with the large amounts of fat you carry around? Matter of fact, I don't even want to know so keep that to yourself!
SS: ...
Heather stands above Katie dazed and possibly concussed. Heather brings Katie to her feet but Heather pushes her against the ropes and brings her into the sharp knee the gut. Katie pushes her down and then picks her up... Snap Suplex! NO! Heather blocks it and leaps onto Katie's shoulders... Hurricanrana and Heather holds onto Katie's legs for the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
Katie reverses it into a cover of her own.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: My god! Too close to call!
SS: Both of them want to win! There is no denying that whatsoever!
DM: For once, you're right! A win is important for both going forward and they definitely know that! This is starting to become a back and forth after the early onslaught by Katie Chason!
Katie rolls off the ground and they're both up. Katie with a left, and Heather answers with a right of her own. Heather and Katie are going at it tooth and nail in the middle of the ring. Landing a series of hard rights and lefts. Heather goes for a left... NO! Katie rakes the eyes and follows up by dropping Heather down with a viciouis DDT! Heather holds the top of her head as Katie proceeds to stomp away at the PCW Hall of Famer.
DM: Katie's really brought her A game here in this one! Not going to let this one slip by as she's quickly back in control!
SS: But for how long though? Because Heather can easily get back into this one and do her thing, regardless of whether Katie gets too cocky or not!
Katie grips Heather by the hair and drags her to the corner and props her up on the turnbuckle. Heather climbs to the top rope and signals for the end.
DM: The hell could we be seeing up here?
SS: I wonder if it's what I think it is because that would be damn near impressive if that happened!
Katie tries to position herself to try the Sex Breaker from off the top, but Heather fights back and hits a couple of jabs to Katie's ribs and pushes her off the top rope and Katie goes crashing down to the canvas below. Heather stands on the top rope and measures Katie up as she slowly makes her was back to a vertical base. Heather leaps off... but Katie catches her legs and hits her with an inverted atomic drop. Katie drags Heather to the middle of the ring... and she has it locked in!
DM: SEXY CRAB! SEXY CRAB! Katie's got it locked in!
SS: This is bad for Heather! She's in a very bad way right now!
Heather is screaming but isn't ready to tap yet. Heather starts wiggling her way over and gets her hand on the bottom rope. However, Katie still has the hold locked in and the referee tries to get her to break it. Katie is ignoring it and the ref begins the count.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
SS: And Katie breaks it up before the count of five! You have to wonder how much that took out of Heather and whether or not she has enough left to continue on!
DM: It's not over until it's over! And time and time again has proven that Heather can come back from anything. She's that damn resilient!
Katie walks around the ring taunting the crowd as Heather props himself up in the corner trying to catch her breath. Katie notices Heather and charges her in the corner but Heather with a drop toe hold slamming Katie's face into the second turnbuckle. Katie's head is resting on the turnbuckle as Heather nails her in the back of the head with a drop kick. Katie drops to the mat and both are on the canvas as the referee starts to make a ten count.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!
Both are starting to stir around the ring. They're also in a very confused daze state.
SIX!!!!
SEVEN!!!!
EIGHT!!!!
Heather gets to her feet and she breaks the count.
DM: UNBELIEVABLE! Heather Monroe has once again shown that she just won't quit!
SS: Yeah, but with her inevitable rematch World Heavyweight Championship against Adrien Cochrane still looming! I'm not sure how wise this is!
DM: Like Adrien, Heather never has backed down from a challenge and she certainly won't start now!
Heather Monroe is standing in the middle of the ring and stares down Katie Chason, who is still weary and getting up rather slowly. As Katie gets to her feet, Heather runs in... and nails her with a clothesline. Heather is feeling it here and Katie gets up for a second time... and a dropkick ensues. Katie gets up for a third time, but Heather quickly catches on as she kicks Katie in the gut and goes for it...
DM: CLASS ACT! Heather Monroe with the STO Backbreaker into reverse STO!
SS: This should do it! She has the cover!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: Good god almighty! Katie Chason just kicked out!
SS: This is a war, Desiree! A freaking war! Two ladies who are going toe to toe with one goal in mind... a victory!
Heather who is exhausted, gets to her feet. Katie also gets up and she eyes Heather. Heather nods her head and Heather whips Katie into the corner... and follows up with a clothesline that rocks her. Heather gets back on the top rope as Katie stumbles out. Katie turns around and Heather leaps off... and hits Katie with a Hurricanrana that sends her into the ropes. Heather does the peace sign to huge cheers from the crowd, then bounces off the ropes and comes back... TIGER FEINT KICK! And Katie is sent back to the mat. Heather quickly goes to the top and then dives off...
DM: CANDLE IN THE WIND! CANDLE IN THE WIND! This is the move that won her the PCW World Title back at Anarchy!
SS: As well as her first Broadcast Championship over Billy Williams in 2010! And she has the cover!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THRE---NO!!!!
DM: Another kickout! WOW!
SS: These two are going to bring it to a while different level! Outstanding stuff!
Heather gets Katie back up and whips her into the ropes. Katie comes back and tries to duck what Heather has for her, but Heather was wise to it and locks her in a sleeper hold. Katie tries to escape but to no avail. Katie is starting to fade away as she drops to a knee and Heather is synching it in tighter. The referee grabs Katie's hand, raises it up and drops it down...
ONE!!!!
The referee does it again and the same result happens...
TWO!!!!
The referee goes for it a third time... but Katie keeps it up as she shows some life. Katie gets to a vertical base with Heather still having the hold locked in on her. Katie gets Heather off of her by hitting her with a jawbreaker that stuns "The Class Act". Katie is now fully back into it and immediately hits Heather with a knife edge chop to the chest. But unfortunately for Katie, Heather delivers a chop of her own. Both ladies begin to exchange chops until Katie again rakes the eyes of Heather Monroe. Katie then kicks Heather in the gut... and hits her with a Northern Lights Suplex with the bridge and Katie has the pin...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THRE---NO!!!!
DM: HEATHER KICKED OUT BUT JUST BARELY!
SS: Damn! That was close!
Katie is starting to show some frustration but she keeps calm for now. Katie continues to bring the heat as she stomps on Heatherβs back with fury. She proceeds to drop a knee on Heather's back. Heather's back is in pain as she is feeling it. Katie drags her back to a vertical base and lets her stand there. Katie mouths the words "This is the mother fucking end" before running up and going for it...
DM: THE SEX BREAKER! Katie with the Sex Breaker to Heather Monroe!
SS: Oh man! This is to be an upset if she can actually pull it off!
DM: Katie has the cover! Could this do it?
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE---NO!!!!
DM: OH MY GOD! HEATHER KICKED OUT OF THE SEX BREAKER!
SS: That is amazing! Didn't think she would be able to kick out of that!
DM: Neither did I and Katie damn sure wasn't expecting that as well!
Katie sits there and she is losing it. She gets up and gets in the referee's face, arguing that she had the three count. The referee is not letting up in his case as it was indeed a kick out. Katie shoves the referee in frustration. During this, Heather gets back to her feet and waits for Katie to turn around. Katie throws her hands in the air and turns around, only to receive a side kick to the gut from Heather Monroe. Katie doubles over and Heather hooks her in position before driving her down...
DM: TIGER DRIVER! Heather drives Katie down on her head with the Tiger Driver!
SS: This should certainly knock her down for the count!
DM: And immediately, Heather has the cover!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE---NO!!!!
DM: Now Katie kicks out! UNBELIEVABLE!
SS: These two are throwing everything at each other, and it STILL isn't enough!
Heather asks the referee if that was a three, but is assured that it was a two. Heather gets back up and brings Katie up with her. She grabs Katie in a front face lock and attempts a vertical suplex but Katie blocks her from doing it. Heather tries again but Katie blocks it once again. Heather then spins and comes down with a snap swinging neck breaker. He then runs over to the corner climbs up the turnbuckle.
DM: I think we know what's about to happen!
SS: Pretty much! She dives off... CANDLE IN THE WIND! She hit it for the second time in this match!
DM: But she's not done! She immediately gets Katie to her feet, kicks her in the gut and hooks her up... BEAUTIFUL BEATDOWN! Heather with the Beautiful Beatdown to Katie Chason!
SS: Should that be it? Because with how this match has gone! You never know!
DM: Well we're about to find out as Heather has the leg hooked for the pin attempt!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... "THE CLASS ACT"... HEATHER MONROE!!!
"Eye of the Storm" by Killswitch Engage hits and the crowd cheers loudly as Heather Monroe gets her hand raised in victory. Once she celebrates, she signals for a microphone which is given to her. Her music quickly cuts off and she begins to speak.
Heather Monroe: "Ladies and gentlemen, I stand before you a completely different woman than when I first stepped foot into one of these rings. I've been working very hard, trying to move up to where I once was and I've found success in that and also failure. Today I stand in front of you as a Hall of famer, a former Heavyweight Champion. I am so grateful for those accolades. I've been struggling lately though and you all can see that, so I've decided to take some time off, gain some me time and hopefully return to being the wrestler that I want to be for all of you. I have been able to experience so many ups and downs here in PCW and I would not change it for the world. So after Wrestling Extravaganza III I will take my exit indefinitely."
With that Heather nods her head and there is silence before "Eye of the Storm" begins to play again. The fans begin to cheer for her as she looks around at all of them before exiting the ring. She slaps the hands of some of the fans as she makes her exit.
DM: I... I'm shocked! Heather Monroe is gonna be gone after Wrestle Extravaganza III! One of our cornerstones is leaving!
SS (weeping): NO! WHY?! WHY?! This isn't fair!
DM: I do share the sentiments of being sad that she's leaving! Again, she's a cornerstone of this company! Been here since day one and she's done nearly everything there is to do in this company! World Champion, Broadcast Champion, Tag Team Champion, three Scars of Wrestling Cup wins and she's in the Hall of Fame!
SS: She's gonna be missed big time!
DM: Indeed so! For now, we're going to take a commercial break! We'll be back with more Rapture after this!
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Jan 19, 2013 2:45:29 GMT -5
We come back from the break and the scene switches to the ring and in a setting that has never happened in PCW. Monica Garcia is standing in the ring as Bull and Ape stand beside her.
Monica Garcia: Ladies and Gentleman, at this time, please welcome the PCW World Tag Team champions, the Bull and Ape alliance!.
The crowd mostly cheers, but a bit of boos can be heard as Bull Connor and Ape Simmons hold their PCW World Tag Team Championships on their left shoulders.
Monica Garcia: Bull, Ape, first off, how does it feel to be the PCW World Tag Team champions?
Bull Connor: Well Monica, it's still kinda hard to believe that we are the PCW tag team champions, but it feels great.
Ape Simmons: Yeah, we have been chasing these titles for months now, and to be honest, we thought it would take us much longer to win them, but I guess we thought wrong, because here we are right now as the PCW World Tag Team champions, and like Bull said, it feels great, fucking amazing!.
Monica Garcia: I'm sure it does, and it seems that JT Banks and Kevin Styles have been taking a few shots at you, how do you guys feel about that?
Bull Connor: To be honest, Monica, we couldn't care less, and we understand that a lot of fans don't think we can defeat JT and Kevin, we understand that the fans will most likely be behind JT and Kevin in this match, but we don't really care if the fans think we can win or not, not that we have anything against the fans.
The crowd gives a mixed reaction of mostly cheers.
Ape Simmons: Exactly, these people pay their hard earned money to watch us, and everyone else on the roster wrestle, it's nothing personal that we don't care if they are behind us or not in this match, it's just all that really matters, is the fact that me and Bull win the match!.
The crowd gives a mixed reaction, but it quickly turns into a unanimous amount of cheers as a familiar voice is heard...
Kevin Styles: Hold on guys. Just hold on.
The camera pans to the stands and Kevin Styles and J.T. Banks are in the crowd with boxes of Dunkin Donuts in their hands. They let the Cleveland residents have samples and eat them. Styles especially is interacting with them as this is his hometown and the Clevelanders are his people. Bull and Ape are in the ring, looking out at the crowd, confused as all day.
Kevin Styles: I know you're wondering just why the hell we are out here, with donuts nonetheless? Well it's quite simple. J.T. and I are giving back to the people in Cleveland, Ohio. My hometown. The best fucking city in the world.
The crowd cheers as Styles and Banks are done giving out their donuts and hop the barricade. During this, Monica Garcia leaves the ring and goes to the back. There is a truck that drives down the aisleway and to the end where it stops. The back opens up and there's more donuts. Kevin smirks and begins to speak again.
Kevin Styles: Now with all of these donuts and since we know you two like food so much. We figured we'd bring you mother fuckers some of these fine donuts to ya know... bring the peace so to speak.
Bull and Ape get out of the ring and go towards Styles and Banks. They look at all of the donuts and start eating them. The fans chant "EAT" over and over again. Styles and Banks lead the fans in the chant.
SS: What the fuck is this, an eating contest?
DM: Are you pissy that you're not joining in, fatty?
SS: NO! I'm wondering why we're showing this crap is all!
DM: The fans could ask the same when it comes to listening to your commentary, but they don't to my knowledge!
Bull and Ape continue to chow down on the donuts. The regular kind, the chocolate ones, the jelly filled ones and everything else that's available. They finish all the savory donuts and raise their arms in the air to cheers from the crowd. Kevin grabs the mic again and speaks.
Kevin Styles: DAMN! I couldn't eat all that shit if my life depended on it. God damn, the obesity is fuckin' rampant here. Anyways, how are you guys feeling?
Bull steps up and speaks.
Bull Connor: Kevin. I speak for Ape when I say we feel fantastic. Yeah, we ate a lot of donuts. More than most people could imagine, but we can do things most cannot. That and WE ARE HUNGRY!!!
The crowd cheers. Styles and Banks shrug their shoulders and let Bull speak again.
Bull Connor: We are indeed fat asses. That's pretty obvious, but for Ape and I. It doesn't matter whether we are the fattest, the strongest or the weakest. Our will and determination is what got us these titles and that will be the reason why we will REMAIN as the champions.
Kevin looks at Bull with a sly smirk on his face before speaking.
Kevin Styles: I can respect the ambition, but you two will not be the champs for long. Let's be honest, you guys have only been on top of the division for what, six weeks? And you're on top of a division that is a heap of crap right now. You're the best out of a shitty bunch of teams. Now when Da Xtreme Dynasty were the kings of this division. We had DNA, the Double Dragons, Crunk N' Cyde and them boys from Generation Next as the contending teams. Now, this division has mediocre teams like Fatality Incorporated, The Glam/Vicious combination, a DNA team that is a complete shell of what they used to be, you fat fucks and I'm sure I'm missing a few more uneventful teams. Face it, the division is a load of crap right now. One that you two are on top of and we feel it's not going to be saved anytime soon... unless we are the PCW World Tag Team Champions that is.
The crowd cheers.
Kevin Styles: And I know this is going to be difficult for you two to truly get an understanding of what I'm about to say, but your reign as champions is on life support. Wrestle Extravaganza III is only four weeks away and that will be when your time at the top... is over and you're going to have to deal with it.
Bull and Ape get in Kevin and J.T.'s faces and the two teams start jawing at each other. Bull and Ape raise their titles in the air to a mixed reaction from the Cleveland crowd. Kevin and J.T. stare back but then Bull speaks once more.
Bull Connor: While you two may in fact be legends in this company. You're not going to win. Ape and I will prove the entire world wrong and retain the PCW World Tag Team titles. And there's nothing you or J.T. can do to stop us.
Bull and Ape smirk and raise the titles again to a 50/50 reaction from the crowd. They turn around and play up to the people who cheer them. Styles and Banks look at each other before nodding their heads. Once they turn around. Styles connects with a superkick to Bull's jaw while Banks knocks Ape down with a spear. Bull is still wobbly from the superkick, and Banks picks him up and holds him in position.
DM: NO WAY! NO FUCKING WAY! DON'T TELL ME HE'S GOING TO DO THIS?!
SS: Yep! He's definitely gonna drop this 500 pound fatty right to the mat!
Banks smirks and then drops Bull down... hitting him with a Brainbuster DDT he calls New York State of Mind!
DM: Back to back, Kevin and J.T. like to call that... LIGHTS OUT!!!
SS: Bull and Ape just got KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT! Holy shit, that was insane!
Styles and Banks pick up the PCW World Tag Team Championships and then Kevin picks up the microphone and speaks.
Kevin Styles: C-TOWN! Did you guys like that shit?
The crowd cheers very loudly.
Kevin Styles: That's fucking great. Bull, Ape. These titles are going to be ours. Twenty-eight days. Count it on your calenders fatties... IF you can even count that is. Because Da Xtreme Dynasty will once again become the PCW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS OF THE WORLD! And if you didn't know that before. Now you know...
Styles raises the mic in the air and the fans chant "Believe that". From there, "Coming Undone" by Korn hits and the crowd goes insane as Styles and Banks raise the PCW World Tag Team Championship belts in the air and pose with them to even more cheers from the fans. After they get done posing, they drop them onto Bull and Ape before exiting the ring and going through the crowd where they interact with everybody in the vicinity of them.
DM: Da Xtreme Dynasty is back and they surely made Bull and Ape know just who they are!
SS: Fuck my life! We have to deal with these two jokers back together again!
DM: Why do you bitch and complain about crap that really is not worthy of that?
SS: I'M NOT BITCHING!
DM: Not only are you bitching, but you're yelling too!
SS: AM NOT!
DM: Whatever! Let's go to our next match! Take it away, Jimmy!
Cut to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
As "Long Black Train" by Josh Turner hits the PA system, "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews strides down the aisle in a suit and tie with the PCW Platinum Championship around his waist. 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. He is the PCW PLATINUM CHAMPION... "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 his opponent!
While the crowd is anxious to see Alex Trident. "II Trill" by Bun B feat. Z-Ro and J. Prince hits and the crowd cheers. James Baker walks out, dressed in baggy jeans, a black bandana over his head, sunglasses and a black "Hardcore Recordz" t-shirt. He has a microphone in his hand as he stands atop of the ramp.
James Baker: I'm sorry to waste some precious ass kicking time here, but Jerry Matthews. There is something you need to know and it does concern your opponent for tonight, Alex Trident.
Matthews tilts his head as he seems curious. James continues.
James Baker: From the information I have received from an acquaintance that will remain annonymous. The person who is posing out here as Alex Trident... is nothing more than a fraud of a human being.
The fans seem in shock.
James Baker: In fact and this is the fucked up part of the ordeal. But Alex Trident is really just that jackass Cid Black playing another character.
The crowd now boos at the mentioning of the nuisance known as Cid Black.
James Baker: See. Cid thought it was a cute little idea to steal gimmicks and shit and play as them until he got caught. He's done it in THW, done it in a federation called Warped Wrestling and has also been in and out of other places too. Such as the AWF and now defunct federation wAw. Cid is the lowest form of scum walking the earth. Worse than Rob Osbourne as far as I'm concerned.
James pauses for a moment before continuing.
James Baker: So here's what I'm gonna do. Matthews, I feel it would be a waste to not have you wrestle in some form or fashion, so I kidnapped the original Cid Black and brought him here. Especially so YOU can kick his ass up and down this city. Now bring this mother fucker on out here.
Right on cue, two security guards bring Cid Black out there. They have him gagged up and around his neck appears to be a shock collar. They remove the rope and tape and Cid begins screaming at Styles and Banks.
James Baker: Oh mother fucker. If you even dare to escape. You have a shock collar around yo neck. We put it on you while you were "asleep". And don't bother taking it off because it will shock the fuck out of you if you dare to touch it.
Cid looks on in horror as James and the guards smirk. Cid walks down the ramp, scared shitless as Matthews waits for his prey to get in. He slides in the ring and the bell to start this match rings.
*DING! DING! DING!*
The match begins, and Jerry begins delivering punches to Cid's face. He connects with about five punches before kicking Cid in the midsection, and connecting with a suplex. He then lifts Cid to his feet, and connects with a piledriver before lifting Cid back to his feet, and connecting with a scoop slam. He then lifts Cid back to his feet again, kicks him in the midsection, and connects with a DDT before lifting him to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a back suplex. He then lifts Cid back to his feet, and connects with the Hammer of God!.
DM: Hammer of God! Not even a minute into the match and already has Matthews pulled out one of his biggest moves!
SS: And he's not done! Not by a long shot!
Jerry kneels down, and begins delivering punches to the head. He connects with about fifteen punches. He then lifts Cid to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before lifting Cid back to his feet, and connecting with a DDT. He then lifts Cid back to his feet again, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before lifting Cid to his feet, and connecting with a piledriver. He then lifts Cid back to his feet, and connects with the Holy Vendetta!.
DM: Cid is getting mauled here! The Platinum Champion is taking Cid to the shed and performing an execution on him!
SS: He gets the penalty of death from one of God's messengers! Don't fuck with us, Cid! Don't fuck with us indeed, you fucking poser!
Jerry kneels down, and begins delivering punches to the head. He connects with about twenty punches. He then lifts to his feet, and connects with a suplex before lifting Cid back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a back suplex. He then lifts Cid back to his feet again, and connects with a piledriver before lifting Cid back to his feet again, and connecting with a scoop slam. He then lifts Cid to his feet, and connects with the Savior's Wrath before going for the pin!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match up by pinfall. The PCW PLATINUM CHAMPION... "THE EVANGELIST"... JERRY MATTHEWS!!!
"Long Black Train" by Josh Turner hits and the crowd surprisingly cheers although it's certainly not because they like the guy who just won. Matthews grabs his Platinum Championship and exits the ring with Deacon Jeremiah in tow.
DM: Jerry Matthews with the utter destruction of Cid Black here tonight!
SS: I hope to god we never have to see Cid's ugly ass ever again!
DM: Same! We already know the bullshit he's done in our affiliate, THW and other places as well!
SS: This is a memo to other future federations out there! Get background checks on your stars and don't let this mother fucker in yo house! Ya dig?
DM: Right! Well we're going to break! We'll be back after this!
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Jan 19, 2013 2:45:51 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 comes out and the cheers grow larger by the second. He looks around and a smirk comes across his face. He walks down the ramp and the smirk is still on his face. He slaps hands with a few of the fans before entering the ring. He grabs a microphone and stands in the center of the ring, taking in all the cheers he's receiving.
James Baker: Hello everybody! What's up? How you doin'? I hope you all have enjoyed this nice show here tonight.
The crowd cheers.
James Baker: Fantastic. Tonight's show has fucking rocked. Some happy moments like Cid Black being exposed for being the big that he is, to some sad ones like Heather Monroe departing after Wrestle Extravaganza III, and we still got our main event to go. We have had some really good matches and the return of my brothers from Da Xtreme Dynasty. Not to mention conflicts are only intensifying which in PCW... there ain't nothin' but conflicts. Ya'll feel me?
The crowd cheers again.
James Baker: Before I get into what it is I am going to get into. With Heather saying that she's going to depart for a while after February 16th. I'm going to make her final match a little memorable for not just her and not just her opponent, but for all of you. In the main event at Wrestle Extravaganza III: St. Valentine's Massacre. It's going to be Adrien Cochrane defending the PCW World Heavyweight Championship against Heather Monroe... in a Two Out of Three Falls Match.
The crowd cheers loudly.
DM: Damn, that's a good match and it's for free!
SS: We're already hitting that event off nicely!
James nods his head before continuing.
James Baker: Oh yeah. It's gonna be good. Trust me on that.
James's demeanor then turns into a more serious tone as he scratches his chin while walking around the ring.
James Baker: However there was one little thing that kind of sparked my interest so to speak. A return of two individuals who are the personifications of the oversensitive PC-based pussies that this world operates under. That team that is lead by some jackass named Immanuel Paine. Or if you want to go to simple terms. I fired one of them after a house show on September 8th and then managed to cut a promo ripping him to shreds a week later, which in point, his tag team partner followed him out of the company.
The crowd now knows who James is talking about and they boo loudly.
James Baker: Trust me guys. I'd be booing those morons too. I heard everything that was said out there. Oh yeah. Every single thing. Surprised I didn't fall asleep. Now contraire to what was said by those idiots. PCW definitely does not have the mediocrity that is claimed. Hell, I'll go as far as to say that this company got better once those two were gone. Talents were signing up and the game was being raised. Our titles were becoming more prestigious than they ever were. Now while those two may in fact be back on the roster. It doesn't change the fact that the landscape of PCW had actually been better once they got their asses shown the door.
The crowd chants "PCW". James looks around and nods his head as the chants only intensify. Once they calmed down just a tad. He speaks again.
James Baker: As for the topic of Jay Thunder. I view that kid like he's my little brother. Somebody I try to watch out for but let him make his own choices. After all, he's an adult like a lot of us here. While some wrestler's in the back may view him as an arrogant asshole. You can't deny the talent the kid has and while he does share the desire of bloodshed and violence which is something I very much support. At least he has a form of respect for management when it comes to his opinions. Which I didn't get on that September 8th day. Not only that, but Jay always has and always will be about PCW. It's people like him, Syn, Adrien Cochrane, Yoshiru Long, Curtis Wilkes, Mariano Fernandez, Danielle Lopez, Ryan "The Reaper" Robinson and many more on why PCW is as great as it is and why the tagline of "WeArePCW" exists.
And FYI - Don't go dissing the American people for what they like about this glorious company and about life in general. One, it's their choice on what they decide to like. We all have free minds and if they like the violent tone that we've taken in the past... that's their choice, not yours. Don't label them as "brainwashed" just because they don't agree with your butthurt faggot analysis on what a wrestling company should be about. And two, America is a damn good place to live. It's glorious, it's free, a large majority of us are not sensitive butthurt pussies and it's certainly better than that maple syrup suck-hole country called Canada.
The American crowd now chants "Canada sucks" much to the delight of the PCW GM.
James Baker: I mean no disrespect to the few Canadians I like and respect. Like Talia Skye. She's the chick that Danielle calls her BFF and she's known as the girlfriend to one of my best friends in this business, J.T. Banks. Nice woman who doesn't have any problems telling it like it is. And you cannot forget about Smith Jones being another good Canadian. Good dude who reminds me a lot of myself earlier on in my career and a person I have a huge amount of respect for, but people like Damon Warrens are a disgrace to your country, homie. And take it from somebody who decided to take the guy under my wing in the early days of this company. Back to the topic at hand. Damon and Liam failed to notice that PCW has been relatively clean of these type of "killing" incidents since they departed. Yeah you can point out Step Up four as a case, but other than that, has there really been any of this going on? Absolutely not, and Jay Thunder attacking that disgusting Canadian fan is NOT murder. It is the same type of attack that Damon himself has been known to condone.
Just because the person Jay took out was a syrup sucking fucktard from Canada. All of a sudden there's a bunch of whining and bitching about over-the-top violence? Fuck the fuck off with that noise. One, The dude deserved it for being a disrespectful little shit which again, is the same attitude that you employ. You being above the rules and regulations of a work place, getting involved in things that don't involve you and overally, disrespecting management like it was your favorite past time. And two, if you fuck with the wrestlers in any capacity. You deserve to get your ass kicked. It's as simple as that. My opinion, I'll take decapitations over thong wearing dudes any day. And yes, I heard the absurdity of me coming up with the idea of Damon Warrens wrestling in a thong...
James feels ill and acts like he's going to throw up but doesn't and continues to speak.
James Baker: ... Disgusting. No man, woman or child wants to see that shit and ratings proved that. I throw up at the sight of that crap. It's disgusting and why on god's green earth would I accept that crap? Exactly. You're grasping for straws, son. I don't swing that way. Never have, never will. I got all I need at home. Hello Danielle. How are you doing?
James waves at the camera before speaking again.
James Baker: You two may be on your little crusade of your so-called "justice" even though you two were the ones who did yourselves in with your actions, but that's fine and dandy. One thing we can agree on is PCW going into a new era. One that will be a showcase of talents who EARN their way to the top. You know, having to put in the work instead of expecting everything handed to them on a silver fucking platter. And another FYI - If you or anybody else even lay one finger on me, you will be fired or suspended without pay. Have a nice night and remember, I can either be your biggest supporter, or I could easily be that dude who's hell bent on being against you. And whether you choose to believe me or not. That's all up to you, but my words will be proven true and you damn sure can believe that.
"II Trill" hits again and James Baker drops the microphone and shouts "That's how you drop some verbal knowledge" before sliding out of the ring. He slaps a few hands as he walks up the ramp. He takes off his "Hardcore Records" t-shirt and throws it to the crowd where it is caught by a lucky fan. He raises his arms in the air to huge cheers before walking to the back.
DM: Strong words by our General Manager there!
SS: As much as I dislike him! He sure as hell knows how to speak his mind!
DM: And he laid the law down in the process! James is a person who establishes order in his own way!
SS: Fuck, and my favorites are the ones who pay the price for that shit!
DM: Shut up, fatty! We're going to take our final break! We'll be back after this!
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Jan 19, 2013 2:46:07 GMT -5
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is your MAIN EVENT match up of the evening and it is a HANDICAP MATCH!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
"Light" by The Agony Family hits and the crowd cheers as Adrien Cochrane comes out to the ramp, with the PCW World Heavyweight Championship around his waist as he is filled with lots and lots of energy. He stands there and observes the crowd.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring! From New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 190 pounds. He is the PCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... "THE DROPKICK KING"... ADRIEN COCHRANE!!!
Adrien smirks and he makes 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. He slides in the ring via under the bottom rope. He goes to the top rope and raises the championship in the air before hopping off. He hands the World title to the referee before going to his corner and waiting for the match to begin.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponents!
"Duality" by Slipknot hits, the lights dim and smoke starts to fill the arena as Syn creeps onto the stage, a sick smile on his face.
Jimmy Wilkes: First, making his way to the ring, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 216 pounds... THIS... IS... SYN!!!
He stands up straight and and slowly walks down to the ring with his hands clasped behind his back. He creeps up the steel steps and enters the ring, then sits Indian style in the middle of the ring as he awaits for the match to begin.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his tag team partner!
"An Evening With El Diablo" by Chevelle hits the arena as the crowd erupts in overwhelming boos. Yoshiru steps out to the stage, looking around at the hating audience. He smirks, the taunts the crowd with a God-like pose as pyros blast off behind him. As the pyros die down, Yoshiru begins his way down the aisle.
Jimmy Wilkes: On his way to the ring, from Tokyo, Japan! Weighing in at two hundred forty-five pounds...Yoshiru Long!
Yoshiru enters the ring by way of the steps. He climbs on to the middle rope, taunts the crowd for a moment more, then extends his arms out to each side, posing for the crowd once again. After a few moments, Yoshiru hops down from the middle rope and quickly turns his attention to the stage as his music dies out.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And here we go! Our main event is officially underway! Taint, what does Adrien Cochrane have to do to survive this match?
SS: Keep the advantage in his favor! Try and counter everything Yoshiru and Syn have for him, and just be as resiliant as you can!
Adrien looks around and Yoshiru is the one to start this match up off. He and Adrien circle around the ring and engage in a collar and elbow tie-up. Neither man gain the advantage and are in a stalemate. The champion and the Hall of Famer stare at one another. Adrien goes for a lock-up, but Yoshiru kicks him in the gut and whips him across the ring. Adrien comes back off the rebound... and Yoshiru floors the PCW World Champion with a clothesline.
SS: YES! Now stay on him!
DM: It's early, dumb dumb! Jesus! We still have a lot of this match to go!
SS: Tell that to Alex... I mean Cid Black!
DM: Did you really just compare our World Champion to Cid Black? Are you kidding me?
SS: I'm just sayin'!
DM: Just shut up, dumbass!
Yoshiru gloats and Adrien is back up to his feet. Yoshiru turns around, and Adrien runs up to him... hitting him with a clothesline of his own to take him down. Yoshiru gets back up and a look of anger is on his face. He runs to Adrien, but the champ ducks it. Yoshiru turns back around, only to get a side kick to the gut. Yoshiru doubles over and Adrien now bounces off the ropes. When he returns. He hits Yoshiru with a knee lift to the skull to bring him down.
DM: And there's Adrien with the comeback, completely discrediting Taint's views of him being beaten quickly and quietly!
SS: You're not going to let this one go, are ya?
DM: Hell no and to be fair, you deserve to get shit on for it!
Adrien stands there and hopes for Yoshiru to bring it. Yoshiru gets back up and goes to his corner where he slaps Syn in the chest real hard for the tag. Syn doesn't look amused at all, but he gets in the ring anyways. He stares at Adrien with an emotionless expression on his face before landing a right on the champion. But Adrien fires back with a shot of his own. Adrien connects with another shot. He attempts a third, but Syn blocks it, appears behind him... and drops Adrien down with a Modified arm trap backbreaker.
DM: Huge move there by Syn! And Adrien is in a world of hurt!
SS: That looked sick! Painful stuff indeed!
DM: And Syn wasting little time as he goes for the cover!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: And a kickout by Adrien Cochrane!
SS: It's still early, but damn Syn! You know you can put this one away!
DM: Why so negative? Don't you have anything nice to say about our World Champion?
SS: Other than the positive press he brings to this company! I can say that those donuts he brought before the show were delicious!
DM: Oh that right! Your obese looking self got those for pwning Trent Walker on Twitter a while ago!
SS: Damn right! I should do that more often!
DM: Watch you get more fat than you already are!
Syn gets up off the mat and brings Adrien up to his. Syn backs into his corner and prepares to go after Adrien... but Yoshiru slaps Syn on the back to make the tag. Syn looks at Yoshiru and he's rather annoyed. Yoshiru smirks before stepping in the ring. Yoshiru warms up all arrogant like, thinking that the damage Syn did makes Adrien "easy pickings". Yoshiru goes for a shoulderblock, but Adrien leapfrogs him and Yoshiru is sent to the ropes. Yoshiru comes back off the rebound and once he's back... Adrien counters with a textbook dropkick to the face. He rises back up to his feet and the fans explode with cheers for the reigning PCW World Heavyweight Champion.
DM: That was just flat out great by the champion! He recovered and he showed off some impressive agility there!
SS: Lucky shot! Yoshiru is and always will be more elite than him!
DM: And Taint fancying Yoshiru Long unfortunately continues on this broadcast!
SS: Shut up, bitch!
Desiree slaps Shannon on the back of the head.
SS: What the hell was that for?
DM: Stop running your mouth! Otherwise you won't get hit! And immediately, Adrien has the cover on the PCW Hall of Famer!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Kickout by Yoshiru!
SS: Thank you Jesus! Thought I was going to have a heart attack on the air!
DM: ... if only you did!
SS: What was that?
DM: You heard me!
Adrien gets Yoshiru back to his feet and then whips him into a neutral corner. Adrien goes to the corner and begins to place a few well-placed stomps to the mid-section. Yoshiru slumps down to the corner and Adrien backs away for a moment. He now runs up... and hits a low dropkick to Yoshiru's face. Adrien gets back up and pounds his chest to the delight of the crowd before getting Yoshiru back up. Adrien pulls him back to his feet... and hits him with a DDT before making the pin attempt...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: And Yoshiru kicks out just before three!
SS: Yosh, you can't let him school you like this! And you have SYN as your partner! Get in the game, man!
Adrien looks at the ref and asks if it really was a two. Once it's confirmed to him that that's the case. Adrien gets to his feet and also gets Yoshiru up with him. Adrien delivers a right... and a second one for good measure with cheers from the crowd. Yoshiru stands there all wobbly. Adrien runs up and goes for a jumping knee to the face... NO! Yoshiru ducked. Adrien turns back around, only for Yoshiru to floor him with a boot to the skull. Yoshiru is still standing but is holding his jaw in the process.
DM: And just like that! Yoshiru is back in this match!
SS: Of course he's in this match! He's Yoshiru Long, dammit! As long as he has a pulse, he'll be alive and kickin' in this one!
Yoshiru makes his way to the corner and hopes for a tag from Syn, but Syn doesn't budge. Yoshiru looks at Syn and yells something and right then and there, Syn smacks him hard in the face with an open handed slap and the referee signals that the tag was made. Yoshiru holds the left side of his face and screams "WHAT WAS THAT FOR" at Syn. Syn shrugs his shoulders while having a sinister like smirk on his face before entering the ring. Adrien's up to one knee... and Syn quickly capitalizes with a low dropkick to the side of the head to take him back down to the mat.
SS: This is the difference between Syn and the majority of competitors in this business! He doesn't waste any time and he's a lethal dude in the squared circle!
DM: Syn's one of the more brutal individuals in this company! Wait, since when do you give Syn credit? Because I could have sworn you always discredited him!
SS: I give credit when it's due! I'm always a Yoshiru fan and not so much of Syn, but if he shows a more ruthless attitude! I could easily get behind him!
DM: You flip-flop more times than those bandwagon fans who only support the teams who wins sports championships!
SS: I'm a man who happens to be undecided at times! It's not my fault of course!
DM: Uh... yes it is, but that's a topic for another time!
Adrien is down on the mat and Syn drops an elbow down on his chest. He does a second one... and a third... and a fourth... and a fifth... and a sixth... and a seventh before getting back up, and hitting a leg drop across Adrien's throat. Syn quickly goes for the cover as the ref goes down to count the fall...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: Adrien just barely kicked out before the count of three!
SS: That was extremely close! Could we have seen a preview of Battle Finale there if Syn were to actually have the win?
DM: True because if Adrien gets past Heather at Wrestle Extravaganza III, then he'll be the one defending the title against Syn at Battle Finale III!
Syn gets Adrien to a seated position and starts driving a few forearms to the side of Adrien's neck. Each shot looks like it hurts even more than before and Adrien's neck damn sure has to hurt at this point. Syn gets back up, bounces off the ropes... and hits a dropkick to the back of the neck. Syn gets back to his feet and stares down at Adrien to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Syn steps out to the apron and goes to the top rope. He goes to dive off, hoping for something... NO! Adrien manages to get his foot up and it hits Syn in the head. Syn stumbles back and Adrien manages to get to his feet. He leaps onto Syn... and hits him with a hurricanrana and a pin attempt...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Just not there yet for the champ!
SS: Syn almost got caught there!
Adrien gets back up and turns around, but Syn's up to his feet and as Adrien was going for a move. Syn ducks... and hits him with a neckbreaker to take the champion back down. Syn turns to his corner and stares at Yoshiru who's wanting to be tagged in. Syn drags Adrien to enemy territory... and makes an actual tag to his rival. Yoshiru gets in the ring and Syn holds Adrien in position. Yoshiru hits a right hand to Adrien's mid-section and Syn now goes to the apron. Yoshiru starts firing lefts and rights to Adrien's skull while he's on the ropes. The referee admonishes Yoshiru and while he's dealing with Yoshiru, Syn takes the time to wrap Adrien's arms in the rope cables. Adrien is trapped and Yoshiru smirks before running up... and he hits a dropkick to the mid-section of the World Champion that causes him to fall out onto the floor.
DM: Adrien's in a bad way here!
SS: This isn't ballet you know! This is professional wrestling! Guys get hurt! It's natural!
DM: No shit! Unlike you, I'm actually a wrestler! The PCW Premium Academy Champion for your information! You act like I don't know shit about it, you moron!
Adrien is down on the mat and Yoshiru distracts the referee again. With the ref not paying attention, Syn drops down off the apron and starts attacking Adrien, stomping on the back of his neck to injure it more. Syn picks him up... and tosses him to the barricade to further hurt Adrien's neck and shoulders. Sensing that the referee is about to turn his attention towards him. Syn picks Adrien up again and slides him into the ring before going back on the apron as if nothing happened.
SS: HA! Syn pulling some shenanigans, and getting away with it!
DM: More than that! He and Yoshiru are suddenly working as a team here!
SS: Both realized that their bickering at each other is not going to put Adrien away here!
The referee turns around and notices Adrien is down on the mat writhing in pain. Syn stands on the apron and looks at the referee with a glare in his eye. Yoshiru now drags Adrien a little bit away from the corner before hooking the leg for the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THRE---NO!!!!
DM: Adrien just barely kicked out, despite all that punishment he just taken!
SS: He's not gonna have anything left at this rate! He's getting beaten down here and badly!
DM: But never count him out! Whether he's at twenty-five percent, or ninety percent! Adrien Cochrane is one that shouldn't be underestimated!
Yoshiru drags Adrien to the corner and once more, he and Syn make the tag without any problems towards each other. Syn enters the ring and he and Yoshiru kick Adrien in the gut and hook him up in position... and they drive him down with a double suplex. Yoshiru now goes out onto the apron and Syn places Adrien on the ropes and places his boot onto his throat to choke him. The referee tries to get Syn to let go, but he's clearly ignoring him. The referee has no choice but to do the mandated five count...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
Syn releases the hold before the count of five. While the referee has his brief moment of distraction. Yoshiru takes the time to deliver a knee drop to the side of Adrien's head to take him back down. Syn notices this and takes the opportunity to drag Adrien to the middle of the ring and make a pin attempt of his own...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE---NO!!!!
DM: ADRIEN KICKS OUT AGAIN! UNBELIEVABLE!
SS: I'll give him this! He has no quit, even if going this long proves to be unwise!
DM: Adrien brings it every night though! He's never been one to go halfway and I don't see him doing that anytime soon whether his title is on the line or not!
Syn is a tad bit frustrated just judging by the expression on his face. He places Adrien to a seated position and begins delivering rapid forearms to the side of the neck once more. Once he's done, he then goes to lock it in... and he does so, now having Adrien in an adominal stretch with his legs also wrapped around Adrien's waist so he has a much harder time to move to the ropes.
SS: This isn't good if you're the World Champion! A modified version of the abdominal stretch... except Syn's got his legs around Adrien's waist! Something you don't see too often!
DM: That's right! Most competitors don't do that, therefore making it somewhat easier for the hold to be broken! Although in this case, Adrien's got a much harder time to break out due to his neck and shoulders being worked on throughout the match up!
Syn locks in the hold tighter and tighter, making it much more difficult for Adrien to escape. Adrien however shows his determination by attempting to move to the ropes. Syn is trying to make it more difficult, but Adrien's not letting him have it as he drives a few elbows into Syn's knees to make it easier. Adrien begins to move closer and closer... and HE GETS HIS FEET ON THE ROPES! Syn is not letting go and once more, the referee begins the five count...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
Syn lets go at the count of four and the submission is broken up. Adrien is clearly beat up here as he uses the ropes to get to his feet. Syn comes his way and starts laying into him with a series of rights and lefts. However, Adrien begins to fight back by hitting Syn with a right... and another one... and another one. Adrien whips himself off the ropes and goes for Syn, but Syn ducks and Adrien is sent to the other rope. Syn bends down to execute a back body drop, but Adrien holds onto the ropes instead of coming off the rebound. Adrien walks towards Syn... and hits him with a kick to the head. Syn rises up, and Adrien hits him with a knee to the skull. Adrien awaits and Syn gets back up to a vertical base. He dares for Syn to come at him. Syn does just that, but Adrien ducks and gets behind Syn, clasping his hands around his waist before throwing him overhead...
DM: GERMAN SUPLEX! GERMAN SUPLEX! Adrien Cochrane just dropped Syn with the German Suplex!
SS: That was a huge move for Adrien to get back into this! Just too bad he's all gassed out from the punishment he's taken and he can't capitalize!
DM: The referee sees both of them down and he begins the ten count!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!
Adrien starts to stir while Syn begins to crawl to his corner.
SIX!!!!
SEVEN!!!!
EIGHT!!!!
NINE!!!!
Adrien is to his feet, although barely and Syn makes the tag to Yoshiru Long. Yoshiru enters the ring as Syn rolls out to the floor. Yoshiru stands at his corner and prepares to make the run at Adrien. He begins his run and goes for a body splash... but Adrien moves out of the way and Yoshiru goes chest first into the turnbuckle padding. Yoshiru stumbles out and Adrien grabs him and places him in position... Russian Leg Sweep! Adrien isn't done there as he bounces off the ropes... and hits Yoshiru with a knee drop to the skull.
DM: Adrien's starting to fire back! He's coming back into this thing!
SS: Yeah, but he's got a ways to go! He's up against somebody who's ELITE! ELITE I say!
DM: Yeah, but he's still coming back! Can't discredit that, fatty!
Adrien is all fired up and the crowd gets fired up in return and starts chanting Adrien's name. He waits for Yoshiru to get to his feet. It takes a bit, but Yoshiru is finally back to a vertical setting. Yoshiru turns towards Adrien, who blasts him with a right to the face and the crowd cheers. Adrien fires another right... and another right, before ending the sequence with a spinning backfist that connects to the jaw, leaving Yoshiru a bit dazed. Adrien proceeds to go to the top rope and quickly dive off, connecting the move to Yoshiru who's in position...
DM: ACE-INATOR! Adrien got the corkscrew senton nailed perfectly to a dazed Yoshiru Long!
SS: NO! NO! NO!
DM: Adrien's got the cover! Could this be it?
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THRE---NO!!!!
DM: Yoshiru kicks out, but barely!
SS: Whew! Thank god you're still in this, Yosh! Don't want an Elite athlete such as yourself to lose!
DM: How many times are you going to kiss his ass, Taint?
SS: I'm giving him the respect he deserves! Something these peons on the roster and the idiotic fans don't do!
DM: You're delusional! You don't know the first thing between complimenting someone and kissing their ass!
Adrien gets to his knees and then back to his feet where he brings Yoshiru up with him. He whips him into a neutral corner and Yoshiru crashes back first into the padding. Adrien gets a running start towards Yoshiru and goes for a clothesline... but Yoshiru moves out of the way and Adrien crashes chest first into the turnbuckle. Adrien stumbles out and Yoshiru attempts the school boy attempt, grabbing the pants in the process...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE---NO!!!!
DM: The referee saw Yoshiru pull on Adrien's pants for leverage and stopped the cover!
SS: HE CAN'T DO THAT!
DM: Um... he can! Yoshiru was breaking the rules! Do I really need to get the professional wrestling handbook out so I can read the rules to your incompetent self?
SS: No!
DM: Good, because I shouldn't have to read them! It's common knowledge on what the rules of a match are!
Yoshiru complains to the referee before focusing back on Adrien who gets to his feet. Adrien nails him with a forearm smash to the face to take him down to the mat. Yoshiru gets back up and this time, an elbow to the side of Yoshiru's head from the World Champ. Yoshiru is dazed but gets up for a third time. Adrien runs to him again, thinking something big... Negative! Yoshiru ducks and Adrien is sent to the other side of the ring. Adrien comes back off the rebound... and Yoshiru hits him with a Snap scoop powerslam. Yoshiru quickly going for the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE---NO!!!!
DM: AGAIN, ADRIEN KICKS OUT! What on earth does Yoshiru have to do to win this match?
SS: Fuck! This is a conspiracy! These referee's don't want Yoshiru to beat the champion and put him in line to reclaim the title!
DM: You are completely out of your mind! Do you realize just what the hell you are saying?
SS: I do! And the actions of these referee's are bullshit, Desiree! Straight up BULLSHIT I tell you!
DM: Whatever you say, Twinkie tits!
Yoshiru is finding it hard to believe that Adrien kicked out of that move. Yoshiru begins to shout some obscenities to the referee. He drags Adrien to the middle of the ring and has his legs. He looks at the crowd who begins to boo loudly. Yoshiru smirks before beginning to roll Adrien on his belly. It takes him a bit as Adrien is fighting him on this, but Yoshiru doesn't give in and all of his strength gets Adrien onto his belly. Yoshiru has Adrien in an Elevated Boston Crab with his knee on the back of Adrien's neck.
DM: LAST RITES! YOSHIRU HAS ADRIEN LOCKED IN THE LAST RITES SUBMISSION HOLD!
SS: YES! YES! YEEEEEEEESSSSSSS! MAKE HIM TAP, YOSH! MAKE HIM TAP!
DM: He's got it on tight and Ade has absolutely nowhere to go here!
Yoshiru cranks the submission on as tightly as he can as he has it locked in on Adrien located in the middle of the ring. It's damn near impossible for Adrien to try and get out of this. Syn gets up and steps into the ring and watches the submission hold with interest. The referee tries to get Syn to go back onto the apron, but Syn shoves him out of the way. Syn steps forward and looks directly at Yoshiru who looks at him while making the pain practically unbearable for Adrien.
DM: You can cut the tension with a knife!
SS: I don't like the look in Syn's eye!
DM: When does he ever have a happy expression?
SS: True, true!
Yoshiru releases the hold and tells Syn to go for it. Syn obliges but asks Yoshiru to drag him towards him. Yoshiru turns away, but Syn grabs him by the arm, and then the other one before hooking him in position and then hitting it...
DM: THE KILLING JOKE! THE KILLING JOKE! SYN JUST HIT YOSHIRU WITH THE KILLING JOKE!
SS: HEY! He's your damn partner! What are you doing?
DM: Partner? They're not even friends, Taint! Syn's not exactly a trustworthy individual you know!
Syn smirks and Adrien is coming to, looking at Syn with a confused look on his face. Syn points at Yoshiru before sliding out of the ring. Adrien drapes an arm over Yoshiru and the referee begins the count...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match up by pinfall... The PCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... "THE DROPKICK KING"... ADRIEN COCHRANE!!!
"Light" by The Agony Family hits as Adrien is announced as the winner. It takes him some time, but somehow, he gets to his feet but is clearly still feeling the effects of the match.
DM: Adrien Cochrane somehow, someway gets the win in a match where the odds were stacked against him!
SS: Yeah... thanks to Syn who turned his back on Yoshiru! Yoshiru paved the way for you, Synnykinz! I hope Yoshiru teaches you a lesson!
DM: Quiet, old man! You need to be taken out in a corn crib and get shot like Old Yeller did!
Adrien limps around the ring and tries to get some feeling back into his legs. Meanwhile, Syn grabs two steel chairs and slides in the ring. Laying one of them down. He has the other in his hand and waits for Adrien to turn around. Adrien is playing up to the crowd who's showering him with adulation as he relishes the victory. Once he turns around, Syn drills him in the skull with the steel chair and the cheers suddenly turn into boos.
DM: What a wicked shot to the head by Syn! What the hell was that for exactly?
SS: He's Syn! He needs no reason to do what he does!
Syn looks down at a fallen Adrien with a look of anger on his face. He raises the chair up... and smacks it across the back of the World Champion. He does it again... and the same result occurs. He does it over and over and over again before turning his back. He hears the boos and he has no emotion on his face at all. But Adrien is still showing some life as he gets to his knees. Syn notices from the corner of his eye and swings the chair with all his might... THWACK! Right to the skull and Adrien convulses to the mat and he's now bleeding.
DM: Adrien's a mess! An absolute bloody mess! And it's all in due to Syn and that steel chair!
SS: Syn has absolutely snapped, Desiree! Not sure why, but he's completely off the wall right now!
Syn laughs maniacally before dropping the chair down. He grabs the other chair and stalks Yoshiru Long. Yoshiru is coming to and Syn is prepared. Yoshiru is finally up to his feet and Syn swings the chair... and it hits Yoshiru in the skull and he goes down. But Syn isn't done yet as he lays the chair down and gets Yoshiru back up. He hooks Yoshiru in position and the emotionless expression has not left his face. He looks up before dropping Yoshiru down on the chair...
DM: DESCENT INTO MADNESS!!! SYN WITH THE VICIOUS EVENFLOW DDT TO YOSHIRU LONG!
SS: Can we now confirm that he is indeed psychotic?
DM: We already knew that! Where the hell have you been for the past eight months?
SS: Oh yeah!
Syn looks at the carnage he's caused. Yoshiru Long with a trickle of blood flowing from his forehead after being taken out by the Descent to Madness and a bloodied Adrien Cochrane still down from getting hit in the skull with the chair. Syn grabs the PCW World Heavyweight Championship that's just laying in the ring and holds it in his hands. He admires it before raising it in the air to a mixed reaction, with the majority of the fans booing him.
DM: Syn has laid out not only his current rival, but also the person he very well could be facing for the World Heavyweight Championship come Battle Finale III!
SS: He knows what he's doing here and he knows that he has to go to the level he went here tonight to prove just how ruthless he is as a person! The Syn of old has reared it's ugly head around PCW!
DM: And none of our wrestlers are safe!
SS: Damn right they're not!
DM: Well that's all the time we have for tonight! For the fat one Shannon Taint, I am Desiree Miles! We hope you all enjoyed this edition of PCW's Saturday Night Rapture! We will see you in two weeks time at the U.S. Bank Arena in Cincinnati, Ohio! Take care everybody!
The final image of this broadcast is of Syn standing over both Adrien and Yoshiru, raising the PCW World Heavyweight Championship high above in the air. From there, we...
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