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Post by Papi El Sueno on Feb 2, 2013 13:18:58 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. [Two weeks ago on Rapture, the world was surprised when Syn completely snapped on both Yoshiru Long and the PCW World Champion Adrien Cochrane, leaving them laying while holding the PCW World title to end the show. Many are wondering just why or why didn't Syn snap much sooner. We also witnessed Marina Valdivia state that she is done playing games and will be taking the world of Premium by the balls and run with it. And retribution was also brought out as Jay Thunder got Smith Jones back from that attack on him at the end of the December 22nd edition of the show.
Tonight is the final stop heading into Wrestle Extravaganza III: St. Valentine's Brawl. We will have a Rapture farewell as Heather Monroe gets to have her last Rapture match against rising star Smith Jones, Syn and Kai will do battle in what is expected to be a great match between the two brothers, we get a battle of the Thunder's as Jay Thunder and Magnus square off in a non-title match. Curtis Wilkes issued the challenge and it has been accepted as he will face Chris Marks, Ryan "The Reaper" Robinson and PCW Platinum Champion Jerry Matthews will do battle. Two new talents in Hano Eiyu and Bruce Hoffman will face one another, Order and Chaos will have their very first PCW match in a long time as they face off against DNA, Brian Stryker will face off against former PCW World Tag Team Champion, Dante Daevain. And last but not least, Mya Denton will be facing debuting talent, Johnny Phantom.
All of that and much more as PCW invades the U.S. Bank Arena in Cincinnati, 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 U.S. Bank Arena in Cincinnati, 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 U.S. Bank Arena in Cincinnati, Ohio! I am the voice of PCW, Desiree Miles alongside Shannon Taint and tonight is the final stop towards Wrestle Extravaganza III: St. Valentine's Massacre! SS: Damn! It's only two weeks away now! This is going to be exciting, just like this show for instance! What do we have on tap? DM: Our main event is going to be phenomenal! For one last time, Heather Monroe will face Smith Jones in the main event of the show! SS: The number one contender's going against each other in what is Heather Monroe's final match on Rapture! Heather is looking to gain momentum heading into her two out of three falls match against Adrien Cochrane, while Smith Jones is looking to do the same heading into his Knockout match against Jay Thunder! This will be a good one! DM: That's not all! We also have the number one contender for the Platinum Championship Kai, going one on one with his brother Syn! SS: That's definitely going to be interesting! The two siblings facing off against one another! The leader and the second in command of the Disciples! Both are looking to build some momentum heading into Wrestle Extravaganza III! Should be good stuff! DM: In a battle of the Thunders! It will be the Broadcast Champ Jay Thunder to go up against the 505 pound giant, Magnus Thunder! SS: This... this is going to be gigantic for Jay! In singles competition, he's never faced somebody of this size. Hell, Magnus is a completely different competitor to face! Just ask some of the PCW stars themselves about that! DM: And as you saw two weeks ago! Curtis Wilkes challenged Chris Marks to a match for this edition of Rapture and it has been accepted! SS: Curtis let his feelings known on his place in PCW and he has been on a crusade for quite some time! He's also been on a role as of late! Back on that winning track! If Chris Marks wants to dethrone him! He'll have to pull everything and then some out of his bag of tricks to dethrone the former World Champion! DM: But that's not all! Tonight we get a very special treat as the Platinum Champion Jerry Matthews will go one on one against Ryan "the Reaper" Robinson! SS: This is a big test for Reaps! An opportunity to go up against the reigning Platinum Champion as well as to improve his own standing in Premium Championship Wrestling! But we'll see what happens later on tonight! DM: PCW had two new signings and they will be facing off in a match! Bruce Hoffman and Hano Eiyu will square off in a debut for both of these wrestlers! SS: And they have a ton of potential to succeed! Both having been very successful on the independent circuit and they had some interaction with each other backstage and you could feel the tension right then and there! Intense to say the least! DM: We shift ourselves over to the tag team ranks as the Dawn of the New Age will go up against Order and Chaos! SS: Honestly! What Kevin Styles said two weeks ago about DNA being a shell of what they once were, rings completely true! DNA has not been the dominant force they were in PCW's first run and Damon Warrens and Liam Reilly both know that! Especially Damon since he has history with DNA! This is going to be a good battle, but Order and Chaos are going to win! DM: I swear, that's the first time I have heard you not bash Damon and the homosexual community! Moving on and speaking of decorated tag team veterans! Former PCW World Tag Team Champion Dante Daevain will go one on one with Brian Stryker! SS: Dante returns to PCW! First appearance since he and David kicked The Phantom to the curb when The Pac lost the tag team titles to Kai and Jay Thunder on November 10th! But nearly three months later, Dante resurfaces and this will be his first singles match in PCW! But then again, transitioning into singles competition shouldn't be too hard for him! He is virtually undefeated after all! DM: And last but certainly not least! Mya Denton will go one on one with newcomer, Johnny Phantom! SS: This is going to be a match that tests Johnny's skills! He's going up against Mya Denton who most certainly can hold her own in a PCW ring! Whether or not Johnny Phantom wins his debut match or whether Mya Denton shows us just why she is an interesting prospect in PCW! That remains to be seen but it shall be a nice opener for sure! DM: And for those who don't know! We have a very special guest for tonight's show! THW's own Spirit Z is on hand, but what he will do remains to be determined! SS: Heh! At least this is going to be a rockin' show! That's for sure! DM: Well let's not waste anytime! Let's get this show started with our first match! Cut to the ring.Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is your opening contest for Saturday Night Rapture and it is scheduled for ONE FALL! The crowd cheers.Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first! "What You Want" by Evanescence hits as Mya comes out and poses to a huge cheering ovation. Mya gets back up and points at the crowd.Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, from Chicago, Illinois... MYA DENTON!!! Mya now walks down the ramp, and slaps the hands of the fans before sliding in under the bottom rope. She goes to the corner and prepares for the match.Jimmy Wilkes: And her opponent! The lights cut around the arena, a sudden rush of excitement as the crowd turns there attention to the stage where a single lights shines down onto the ramp. The light begins to flicker as End of Days by Jim Johnston begins to fade in... a shadow of a man slowly strolls out on the stage and all at once the lights blast on as "Ill be your END OF DAYS!" pumps out through the loudspeakers and Johnny Phantom slowly backs down the rampway, his arms out wide and the word "iCON" running across the back of his shirt. The arrogance seeps out of his pores as he spins around.. lifting the hood of his jacket at the same time, triggering a chorus of boo's at the sight of the egomaniacal Johnny Phantom.Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Hollywood, Florida, weighing in at 212 pounds... "The Self-Proclaimed iCon"... JOHNNY PHANTOM!!! Phantom hesitates at the ring, running his hand across the canvas as if to pick up dirty and blowing it at a nearby fan... laughing as he climbs the stairs and ascends the top rope. Pausing for a moment and pointing to his waist and then to the his head as if to say "Gold is on my mind". Phantom takes a leap off the top tope, landing on his feat and hitting the ropes once before backing into the corner and just grinning, wondering how quickly he'll secure the 1..2..3 tonight.*DING! DING! DING!*DM: And here we go! We open up Saturday Night Rapture with Mya Denton and Johnny Phantom going one on one! SS: This should be a good one! I'm kind of excited. Johnny Phantom and Mya Denton lock up. Phantom transitions and hits an arm drag before attempting a submission on the left arm of Mya Denton. Mya makes her way up and Johnny still has the arm locked. Mya hits Knight hard with her right hand in the midsection, causing the hold to be released. Mya whips Johnny to the ropes, Johnny ducks a clothesline, but Mya appears behind him. Johnny turns around... and Mya leaps up and hits a Hurricanrana/DM: What a move! SS: Very impressive! She's schooling Mr. Phantom! DM: And immediately we have a cover! ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!DM: Johnny Phantom kicked out! Mya picks Johnny up by the head, but Johnny lands a few punches to the stomach, then jumps and lands a knee right into Mya’s face and following up with a t-bone suplex.SS: Great counter and now he goes for the pin! ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!Like Mya. Johnny could only get a two count. Johnny picks Mya up and whips her to the corner. He runs in, but catches a boot to the face from Mya and falls to the ground. Mya posts up on the second turnbuckle and lands on Johnny with a devastating elbow. Johnny holds his throat and rolls onto his stomach in pain. Mya gets up and starts to kick on Johnny’s back, not allowing him to get up. The ref backs Mya out of the corner where she is putting the beatdown on Johnny Phantom. Johnny gets to his knees, but Mya hits a knee strike to the cranium of Johnny Phantom.SS: Nice move there! And my damn she looked good! DM: OH KAI!!! SS: I didn't mean it! DM: Uh-huh! Sure you didn't! Johnny is rocked after that knee strike to the face. Mya goes to the corner and waits for Johnny to get up. Johnny gets to his knees again and now Mya runs towards him... and she lands the Shining Wizard right to the face. But Mya's not done as she goes to the top rope. She looks down at Johnny to make sure he is in perfect position and flies off... and she hits him with a Diving double foot stomp to the chest.DM: DIVING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP! What a move by Mya Denton! SS: She's adding more moves to her arsenal and this time, I think it might have worked! DM: Mya with the cover! ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!*DING! DING! DING!*Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... MYA DENTON!!! "What You Want" by Evanescence hits and the crowd cheers as Mya Denton is announced as the winner.DM: Mya Denton finally gets back in the win column! This is her first PCW victory in quite sometime now! SS: It has been a while! But it's cool to see her winning again! Now if she could only undo... DM: You're a creep! No woman would ever get with you! That's a fact! SS: ... Mya Denton leaves the ring and slaps hands with the fans before reaching the back. As Johnny Phantom sits up and recovers from being defeated by Mya Denton. A video begins to play on the PremiumTron5000...The video ends and the crowd cheers.SS: Who the hell is this? What does this person want? DM: This is the second show in a row this video has played! Who exactly is this being targeted towards and more importantly, who is behind it? SS: That's what I want to know! Tell us old savior! TELL US! DM: I'm sure we'll find out but right now, we're going to take a commercial break! We'll be back after this! **COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Feb 2, 2013 13:19:35 GMT -5
We come back from commercial and Jimmy Wilkes is in the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: Now at this time we would like to welcome back……… TRIPLE M!
"Sandpaper" by Fozzy hits the PA and the fns don’t know what to think. The lights flash for about 5 seconds then the lights go normal and a loud boom is heard and Triple M comes out and he walks down to the ring and he grabs a microphone. Then he grabs the ropes and jumps in the ring. Then he gets on the turnbuckle and taunts then jumps off the turnbuckle and the music stops.
Triple M: Hello, I’m Triple M but you should know that. Now I’m out here to address why I’ve been gone for so long. The reason is because I needed to find myself. And find what I’m capable of. And I’ve found it alright, because your looking at a man who has never felt better. I’m new and improved. And this go around I plan to capture what’s rightfully mine. The World Heavyweight Championship. The thing that show be mine and that’s my main target right now and whether you like it or not, I’m going to win the PCW World Heavyweight Championship. So Adrien and whoever else plans to get it better watch out because I’m not going to let anyone stand in my way of the title. I’m back and I’m not going to be overlooked this time. I’m here to shine and I’m going to do exactly that because everyone here is just another stepping stone that’s in my way. I don’t care if you're James Baker, Adrien, Jay Thunder, Danielle Lopez, Brian Stryker, or anyone else in that locker room. I’m more extreme and hardcore than anyone else on this roster and you can talk about how you’re the best and most hardcore who thinks he’s bad.
*coughs* Jay Thunder *coughs*
Triple M: But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that whoever steps in the ring with me should be scared because I’m not the old Triple M with his stupid managers and show muscle. I’m crazier than I used to be. I’m more hardcore and I’ll step over anyone to get what I want. And what I want is the World Title, which you already know. I’m tired of being overlooked and not cared about and not being worried about when someone steps in the ring with me. Well that’s all about change because people are going to be scared and worried and I’m not going to be overlooked anymore. Or not cared about anymore. Now I don’t know who I’m fighting on the next Rapture but I’ll tell you one thing, they better be ready because I’m not here to play around and do business, I’m to be the king of the mountain or at the top of PCW and I’ll make sure no one stands in my way of that. Now I understand that it’s not going to be a easy ride. Now I know most of you people are thinking he can’t do it or no way there is no way he can do it, but you people will see. And it’s not you fans, it’s also the people in the back. Now Jay Thunder your one of the people I dislike most in this business and you want to know why I don’t like you.
I don’t like you because you think your some big shot with all your hardcore fighting but really on the inside you’re a little scared boy. And your scared because what happened to your parents and you’ve been scarred for life about it. Your still scarred and that’s your weakness your scared tragedy will strike again, and when it does you’ll go in the same depression you were in. On the outside you may seem happy and cheerful but on the inside I know your waiting to GET LOOSE AND GO FREE! But you know you can’t and that’s why you try to hide it. And there’s one thing I’ve got to ask. Will you challenge me in one more match? You know you want to fight me. I’ll bring my all and you bring yours. We go all out. In a 1 hour Iron Man Street Fight Match for the PCW Broadcast Title and I’m going to show all of you fans and people in the back that I have potential and I can do what I said all along and when I prove you people wrong. And show everyone that I had potential and I had the talent all along and when it happens don’t expect anything from me. Now for the fans, You guys are still idiots to me. Especially how you all think that I don’t have the potential and the talent. You fans are just the same as last time. And all those people in the back don’t care about you, it’s all for the money and fortune and fame. And I don’t see how they can pretend to like you. You all suck and make me sick. All of you have nothing on me. I’m the best in PCW and I’m going to prove it. So give me all the bad publicity and criticism you want to give me but watch next Rapture and I’ll show you all how I’m the best. Just watch.
”Sandpaper” by Fozzy hits the PA again and Triple M walks out and throws the microphone outside the ring and walks out as he’s booed.
SS: Well there's about two minutes of my life I'll never get back! Who the hell does he think he is anyways?
DM: He's a kid with ambitions and promises to get better! Although he sure is an arrogant one! That one I will say!
SS: I thought I was an arrogant asshole, but he outdoes me by a mile!
DM: Not really! You're fat and he's not!
SS: STOP MAKING FUN OF MY WEIGHT!
DM: Oh boo hoo! Let's send it to Jimmy for our next match!
Cut to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
The arena lights start completely off, pitch black. After a few short moments, bright white lights shine down upon the stage area in glorious fashion. As "Painting" by Blindside begins to play over the PA system, fire begins to light up along the entranceway ramp and along the stage area and continually burns throughout the entrance. Dante Daevain then makes his appearance from the stage area and looks around the crowd, surveying them. In Dante's right hand is an apple.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from The First Heaven, weighing in at 231 pounds... "THE DEVIL HIMSELF"... DANTE DAEVAIN!!!
With a smooth, suave walk he begins to walk down to the ring with a carefree and confident look upon his face. He slides over to a young audience member and hands them the apple with a smirk on his face. He keeps that carefree and confident look upon his face until he reaches the ring and enters it. The entranceway and stage fire will cease at this time as Dante removes his entrance attire to reveal his wrestling attire. Once it is all revealed, a single white fire blast on all four ring corners happens that light up the area as all the lights then come back to normal.
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 Dante goes to lock up with Stryker, but Stryker ducks, and goes for a kick to the head, but Dante ducks, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a suplex. He then lifts Stryker to his feet, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before turning Stryker over, and locking in a camel clutch. Stryker refuses to give up, so Dante puts more pressure on the hold, but Stryker still refuses to give up, and Dante eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold. He then lifts Stryker to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before locking in a half boston crab. Stryker refuses to give up, so Dante puts more pressure on the hold, but Stryker still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope, but Dante refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Dante releases the hold, lifts Stryker to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and connects with a scoop slam before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the head. He connects with about five punches before he begins choking Stryker forcing the ref to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Dante releases the hold, lifts Stryker to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with The Great Equalizer before going for the pin!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: And Stryker kicks out!
SS: Dammit! I was wanting that little shit to stay on the ground!
DM: What's wrong, butthurt? Need to sign that report form if that's the case!
SS: SHUT UP!
Dante lifts Stryker to his feet, and goes for a scoop slam, but Stryker fights out of it, and lands on his feet behind Dante. Dante turns around, and Stryker connects with a dropkick. Dante gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with another dropkick. Dante gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with a third dropkick. Dante gets back to his feet again, and Stryker connects with a enzuigirir before locking in a ground headlock. Dante refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Dante still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs a middle of the ropes. Stryker gives him a clean break, and Dante rolls out of the ring forcing the ref to start a ten count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
FIVE!!!
Stryker connects with a swingshot crossbody forcing the ref to restart the count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Stryker lifts Dante to his feet, and slides him back in the ring.
FIVE!!!
SIX!!!
SEVEN!!!
Stryker slides in the ring, and waits for Dante to get to his feet. Dante gets to his hands and knees, and Stryker runs into the ropes, runs back at Dante, and connects with a running dropkick to the side of the head before going out to the apron, and climbing to the top turnbuckle. He then waits for Dante to get to his feet. Dante eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker leaps off, and connects with a missile dropkick before locking in a cross armbar. Dante refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Dante 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. Dante eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a spinning wheel kick before delivering a stomp to the midsection causing Dante to sit up holding his stomach in pain. He then runs into the ropes, runs back at Dante, and connects with a running dropkick to the face before turning Dante over, and locking in a armbar. Dante refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Dante 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, lifts him to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and connects with Stryke 2 before going for the pin!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: And this time, Dante kicks out!
SS: Fuck you, Stryker! Piece of shit!
DM: Be a little less biased, m'kay!
Stryker lifts Dante to his feet, and irish whips him into the ropes. Dante runs back at Stryker, and Stryker goes for a spinning wheel kick, but Dante ducks, runs into the ropes, runs back at Stryker, and connects with a shoulder tackle. He then lifts Stryker to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before locking in a surfboard stretch. Stryker refuses to give up, so Dante puts more pressure on the hold, but Stryker still refuses to give up, and Dante eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold. He then lifts Stryker to his feet, kicks him in the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before kneeling down, and choking Stryker forcing the ref to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Dante lifts Stryker to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a tiger suplex before locking in a half boston crab. Stryker refuses to give up, so Dante puts more pressure on the hold, but Stryker still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes,he almost gets to the ropes, but Dante quickly releases the hold, drags Stryker back to the middle of the ring, and locks the hold back in, but Stryker still refuses to give up, so Dante puts more pressure on the hold, but Stryker still refuses to give up, and begins making his way back to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope, but Dante refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Dante releases the hold, lifts Stryker to his feet, and connects with a suplex before lifting Stryker back to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT. He then turns Stryker over, and locks in The Cleansing!.
DM: Dante cranking back with The Cleansing and this is gonna damage Stryker's legs!
SS: Good! That little monkey turd shouldn't be flying around like an idiot anyways!
DM: What's wrong with high-flyers, huh? You still stuck in the 1970's style of wrestling where it consisted nothing but arm drags?
SS: There's nothing wrong with that at all!
DM: No, but it proves you are way behind the times old man!
Stryker refuses to give up, so Dante puts more pressure on the hold, but Stryker still refuses to give up, so Dante puts even more pressure on the hold, but Stryker still refuses to give up, and eventually fights out of it by delivering elbows to the midsection. He then jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Dante gets to his feet, and Stryker jumps up, and connects with another hurricanrana. Dante gets back to his feet, and Stryker jumps up, and connects with a third hurricanrana. Dante gets back to his feet again, and Stryker connects with a enzuigiri before locking in a camel clutch. Dante refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Dante still refuses to give up, and Stryker eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold. He then waits for Dante to get to his feet. Dante eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody before locking in a cross armbar. Dante refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Dante 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 releases the hold, and waits for Dante to get to his feet, Dante eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a kick to the head before going out to the apron, and waiting for Dante to get to his feet. Dante eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody. He then goes back out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for Dante to get to his feet. Dante eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker leaps off, and connects with a missile dropkick before turning Dante over, and locking in a ground headlock. Dante refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Dante 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. Dante eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with First Stryke before going for the pin!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Dante kicks out once more!
SS: C'mon Dante! Take it home! You're a winner and Stryker is a loser!
Stryker waits for Dante to get to his feet, it takes a moment, but Dante eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker goes for a kick to the head, but Dante ducks, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT. He then lifts Stryker to his feet, and connects with a gutwrench suplex before lifting Stryker back to his feet, getting behing him, and connecting with a russian leg sweep. He then lifts Stryker back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a half nelson suplex before locking in a surfboard stretch. Stryker refuses to give up, so Dante puts more pressure on the hold, but Stryker still refuses to give up, and Dante eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold. He then lifts Stryker to his feet, and connects with a butterfly suplex before lifting Stryker back to his feet, and connecting with a piledriver. He then lifts Stryker back to his feet again, and connects with a suplex before turning Stryker over, and locking in a camel clutch. Stryker refuses to give up, so Dante puts more pressure on the hold, but Stryker still refuses to give up, and Dante eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold. He then lifts Stryker to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a german suplex before lifting Stryker back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a tiger suplex. He then lifts Stryker back to his feet again, and connects with the Last Look to Heaven before going for the pin!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
The crowd cheers loudly over the kickout, and Dante gets frustrated, and locks in a rear chin lock. Stryker refuses to give up, so Dante puts more pressure on the hold, but Stryker still refuses to give up, and eventually fights out of it by delivering elbows to the midsection. He then jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Dante gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a dropkick. Dante gets back to his feet, and Stryker jumps up, and connects with another hurricanrana. Dante gets back to his feet again, and Stryker connects with another dropkick. Dante gets to his feet, and Stryker jumps up, and connects with a third hurricanrana. Dante gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with a third dropkick. Dante gets back to his feet again, and Stryker connects with a enzuigiri before locking in a armbar. Dante refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Dante 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. Dante eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a kick to the head before waiting for Dante to get to his feet. Dante eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a spinning wheel kick. He then lifts Dante to his feet, and connects with Stryke 2 before going for the pin!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: And another kickout!
SS: HAHA! STUPID SHIT!
DM: Shut up Taint before I knock you out!
Stryker lifts Dante to his feet, and goes for a irish whip, but Dante reverses it into a irish whip of his own, and Stryker runs into the ropes, runs back at Dante, and Dante catches him with a clothesline before lifting him to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a german suplex. He then lifts Stryker back to his feet, and connects with the Fall of Man before going for the pin!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... "THE DEVIL HIMSELF"... DANTE DAEVAIN!!!
"Painting" by Blindside hits and Dante gets his arm raised in victory to a mixed reaction from the crowd.
DM: What a great match up between Brian Stryker and Dante Daevain! This could have gone either way!
SS: Yeah yeah. No if you excuse me.
DM: Where the hell do you think you’re going?
SS: Off to do my job, unlike you, I have a career.
Shannon Saint grabs a microphone and struts his way up the steel steps and climbs into the ring, where an exhausted and aching Stryker is taking a moment to catch his breath and recomposes himself. He looked over at Saint and raises an eyebrow.
SS: Stryker, if I could have a moment. Word around the company is you are a potential contender for a title shot someday. So I have to ask….who’s dick did you suck to get that far?
Brian looks at Shannon with a look of disbelief as the fans boo Shannon insulting Stryker.
SS: You are complete garbage! The fact you are still standing is a crime against humanity. You couldn’t beat Smith Jones, you lost against Jay Thunder last week, and if it wasn’t for that mystery darkness, Curtis Wilkes would have snapped your spine. Philadelphian trash like you should be banned from every stepping foot into a ring again. And further more…
Brian grabs the mic from Shannon who flinches a bit. Brian glares at Shannon with a pissed off look. He raised the mic to his mouth, taking a moment to speak.
BS: Listen here Saint. Unless you’re actually gonna do your job and interview me, I’d shut my fucking my mouth if I were you. I’m someone you don’t want to mess with. Not after these past few weeks.
Shannon takes the microphone back from Brian whose glare turns even more sour.
SS: Or what are you gonna do? Have your little retarded buddies beat me up? Let’s face it Hamster, you are worthless garbage who will never win anything. You are an embarrassment to the city of Filthydelphia, and an embarrassment to your own mother.
The fans boo at Shannon bringing up Stryker’s mother. Stryker just stares down Shannon and slaps the mic out of his hand. As Stryker slowly walks towards Shannon, Shannon traps himself into the corner, Brian inching closer. Luckily for Shannon, a PCW security guard gets in and blocks Stryker from getting his hands on Saint. Shannon decides to use this moment to be a “man” and gets a slap in across Brian’s face.
Just then Brian looked at Shannon as his eyes practically glowed red with hate. Brian shoved the much larger man blocking out of the way, and pounced on Shannon. Shannon tried getting away, but Brian grabbed him by the shirt. He picked up Saint with a surprising amount of strength and slammed him onto the mat with a sickening side slam. He got on top of Saint and started to punch him. Landing constant left and rights, it was clear that Brian snapped. As a guard tried to stop it, Brian pushed him away. Shannon used the chance to try and get away but Brian stopped him again.
Tossing him to the ground, Brian starting to land punches continuously to the side of Shannon’s face again. As two security guards tried to pull Brian off the annoying commentator, Brian pushed them away, and continued to punch Shannon. Suddenly, Brian’s agents A-Con, B-Soup, and even Nate Rennington, came running out from the back. They all got into the ring and started trying to pull Brian off Saint. Shannon quickly rolled out of the ring and started up at Brian who was giving him a death glare.
As doctors attended to Shannon, Soup, Con, and Nate attempted to calm the kid down as they all went to the back. Desiree just sat at the announce table in utter disbelief.
DM: I’m at a loss for words almost. I’m not sure what happened but I think Brian Stryker…..snapped….
Shannon is being looked at by the doctors and trainers at ringside. While they are checking on him, we immediately cut to a commercial break.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Feb 2, 2013 13:20:10 GMT -5
DM: Welcome back to Saturday Night Rapture and Taint, are you alright?
SS: That... that mother fucker! God damn him for sucker punching me like a bitch! FUCK it hurts!
DM: You pretty much egged him on! Don't go acting like you're innocent or anything!
SS: HE SUCKER PUNCHED ME!
DM: Yelling about it isn't going to reverse time, tubby! I wish I could make your pain worse and I will if you keep up your annoyance! Matter of fact, I wish Adrien Cochrane was my announce partner for the night! Would be a better help than you would!
SS: Yeah, just too bad he's not going to show up like a man!
DM: You're an idiot! Mind if Syn comes out and bashes your brains in repeatedly much like he did to Adrien?
SS: ... No I'm good!
DM: That's what I thought! Or how about our special guest Spirit Z coming out and laying waste to your idiotic ass?
SS: Again, I'm good!
DM: Whatever! Jimmy, take it away!
We cut to the ring where Jimmy Wilkes is ready to announce our next match of the night.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
"Requiem for a Dream" by Clint Mansell plays and the lights go out in the arena. Damon Warrens and Liam Reilly walk on stage slowly with a spotlight on them, wearing their Tragedy/Comedy masks, followed by Immanuel Paine. They stop at the top of the ramp. Liam merely looks down at the floor, while Damon holds up his can of Diet Pepsi. Damon lifts his mask up to take a drink of his Pepsi, before handing the can to Immanuel.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making their way to the ring, being accompanied by Immanuel Paine, at a combined weight of 470 pounds. Liam Reilly and Damon Warrens... ORDER AND CHAOS!!!
Liam and Damon walk down the ramp talking strategy. Liam then slides into the ring while Damon climbs the apron and the the turnbuckle. Liam lowers his hood and takes off his hoodie, before removing his mask and handing both items to Immanuel Paine. Meanwhile Damon removes his mask, and raises the kendo stick, before smashing it against his head causing himself to bleed. He drops off the turnbuckle and stands with Liam in the corner, handing his mask and kendo stick to Immanuel, and talking more strategy with Liam.
Jimmy Wilkes: And now their opponents
The arena goes dark and there is a sound of cannon shots echoing through out the arena. A demonic voice soon comes over the PA.
"Since the Dawn of man there has always been blood shed, there has always been the eagerness to be great. A lot of people, innocent or guilty, have lostt there life to the cause but there is only one answer to all of that... War is the Answer."
"War is the Answer" by Five Finger Death Punch hits the PA. After the opening guitar riff, Remi LeBau and Logan come out the aisle, showered by the crowd's cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Representing the DAWN OF THE NEW AGE... REMI LEBAU AND LOGAN!!!
They walk with intent to the arena, and pay no mind to the crowd before getting inside of the ring. After they pose on the top rope, they point to the crowd and flex their muscles some more before hopping off and face Dante and The Phantom as the referee rings the bell.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And this one is underway! A battle between these two teams should be a good one!
SS: The hell you talkin' about? Order and Chaos are the talented group while DNA sucks!
DM: They're still better than your commentary you fat fuck!
Damon Warrens and Logan start this one off for their teams. They lock up in the middle of the ring... and Damon gets the upperhand by executing a side headlock on Logan. Logan pushes him to the ropes. Damon comes back off the rebound... and he hits Logan with a jumping kick to the face.
SS: Give it a few more minutes! This is going to end quickly!
DM: How can you be so sure? Two weeks ago, we witnessed Mountain Dew Bob get a victory for Christ sake!
SS: Okay you have a point!
Logan gets back to his feet but it's all for nothing as Damon quickly hits him with the arm drag. Damon smirks and spreads his arms out in a crucifix like pose to boos from the crowd. He looks at Logan like he's nothing before tagging in Liam Reilly.
SS: Alright! The Redeemer is in the ring! This should be good!
DM: When did you become a fan of his exactly? Because if my memory serves me correct, you bashed him all the way to high hell on the night he left this company!
SS: I had a change of heart! Can I have that?
DM: No idiot! You may not!
Logan attempts to go after Liam, but fails badly. Logan turns around... and Liam lays him out with a clothesline. Liam starts stalking Logan, and kicks him when he tries to get back up to his knees. Logan gets to a knee, but Liam runs toward him... and plants a boot to his face. Liam quickly hooks the leg for the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Logan with the kickout at two!
SS: HEY! That was a slow count!
DM: You're kidding me, right?
SS: No, I'm not!
DM: -sighs-
Liam gets back to his feet and Logan gets back to his. Liam rocks Logan with a hard forearm. He goes for another one... and another one before whipping him into a neutral corner. Liam runs in and tries a lariat... but Logan moves out of the way to cause Liam to miss. Liam gets tangled in the ropes and Logan grabs him by the neck... and delivers a nasty looking neckbreaker to the former Platinum Champion.
SS: Dammit! This ain't right.
DM: Moves like that happen! And Liam tried, and missed on that attempt! It happens! Logan drags Liam to the middle of the ring and hooks her leg for the cover!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: This time, Liam is the one to kick out!
SS: Whew, thank god! C'mon Liam! Stay in the game!
Logan stands there and taunts which also gets boos from the crowd. Logan flips the finger before allowing Liam to get to his feet. Logan goes to shove him back down to the mat, but instead, Liam hits him with a forearm to the mid-section. Logan goes to rebound, but Liam grabs Logan by the leg... and hits him with a Dragon Screw and then proceeding to drop an elbow to his knee.
DM: Those elbows are not fun to endure! But I like the strategy! Take Logan out by the knees!
SS: It's a good strategy! One that will pay off well for Order and Chaos!
Liam starts kicking at the leg repeatedly and Logan lets out a scream of agony. Liam doesn't care as he continues the stomping. He drags Logan to his corner and then tags in Damon Warrens. Liam grapevines the injured leg and holds Logan in position. Damon springs on the ropes... and hits Logan with a springboard elbow drop. Liam gets back up and steps onto the apron as Damon gets back up. He waits for Logan to get back up, which he does. As Logan gets up, Damon hits him with a left jab... and another... and another before coming in with a right to drop him to the mat. Damon again with the pose and the crowd's boos are even more deafening than before.
DM: Damon Warrens isn't exactly endearing himself to our fans!
SS: And why should he? He wasn't supported by these idiots when he was exiled from here months ago! He finally realized that he doesn't need the moronic people known as the PCW fans! They're nothing!
DM: Just like how you are worth nothing but that's for a different time!
Logan gets back to his feet and goes for a tag to Remi, but Damon drags him back to the middle of the ring and drops an elbow on the already injured knee of Logan. Damon quickly gets Logan back up and lets him stand there in a groggy state. Logan can't even fight back at this point. Damon kicks Logan in the gut and hooks him in a double underhook position. He holds him in that position for a minute with a smirk before dropping down to the mat...
DM: NITEMARE ON YOUR STREET! Damon with the Double Underhook Facebuster to Logan!
SS: DNA is getting virtually destroyed here! Not putting up much of a fight!
Damon looks down at Logan with a sinister smile on his face before tagging Liam back into the match. Liam enters the ring and quickly knocks an unsuspecting Remi Lebau off the ring apron with a boot to the skull and he drops on the mat below with a thud. Afterwards, Liam gets Logan up and lifts him for a flapjack, but he turns as he falls back and allows Damon to connect with a springboard bulldog on Logan...
DM: TOWER OF LONDON! Order and Chaos just put the finishing touches on this match with the Tower of London!
SS: And there's no getting up from that! Easy peasy!
DM: Liam with the cover! This is it!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here are your winners of the match by pinfall... ORDER AND CHAOS!!!
"Requiem for a Dream" by Clint Mansell plays and the crowd boos loudly as Order and Chaos are announced as the winners of the match.
DM: Order and Chaos with the huge victory here in their return to PCW!
SS: They demolished DNA with ease! It wasn't even close!
DM: That one can't be disputed, but they have competition in this division! Bull and Ape, Fatality Incorporated, Da Xtreme Dynasty are around now! This is a division that's not going to be easy!
SS: We'll see then!
As Damon, Liam and Immanuel reach the back. We cut to commercial.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Feb 2, 2013 13:20:51 GMT -5
Back from break and "Still I Rise" by Shadows Fall hits and the crowd bursts into cheers. A few seconds into the song, Danielle emerges from the back and the cheers get bigger. Danielle stands there in her casual attire of a black Team Lethality t-shirt, black jeans and black and pink DC shoes.
DM: She's back and she is sporting a new theme song!
SS: What has it been, three years?
DM: You were in YCW! You of all people should know, but either way, we have a PCW Hall of Famer back in the land of Premium!
She points to the crowd before making her way down the ramp. She slaps hands with the fans in the front row and continues to do so until hopping on the ring apron. She points at the audience again before stepping into the ring. She grabs a microphone from the ringside assistant before taking her place in the middle of the ring. She looks around at the crowd who's completely behind her. After a minute of applause, Danielle begins to speak.
Danielle Lopez: Hello Cincinnati. How are all of you lovely people doing tonight?
The crowd cheers.
Danielle Lopez: Wonderful. As you are seeing right now. No this is not a mirage. This is real. I am back in the greatest company in the world and let me tell you. It feels sooooo good to be standing in a PCW ring once again. Home sweet home and I sure as hell wouldn't get this feeling anywhere else.
The crowd now chants "PCW", much to the delight of "The Lethal Latina".
Danielle Lopez: But the question that is on everybody's mind is why? Why have I decided to come back now? That is a great question, but I'll answer and counter with a question of my own. Why not? Apart from wanting to be here as we are on the road to Battle Finale III. I missed this place. I missed the competitive atmosphere, I missed almost all of the people in the back, but more importantly, I missed all of you. All the fans and their cheers. Being away really made me miss all of it, but the great thing here is I'm back.
The crowd cheers again.
Danielle Lopez: Let me tell you. I hated being injured. I hated being on the sidelines while everybody else was getting to have their fun, but I guess in a way, it helped me. It allowed me to sit back, relax, heal up and it gave me time to really think about things. Think about my approach as well as become a little more wise when it comes to my mind and my health.
Danielle pauses for a moment before continuing.
Danielle Lopez: While I was away. Things around here became extremely chaotic. Both out here and behind the scenes. It was insane. Like the gates from the zoo were ripped off from it's hinges. PCW is a wild yet unpredictable place that features a lot of exciting things and that's one of the reasons why I love the hell out of this place.
Danielle pauses as the fans cheer and chant her name. She stays silent until the cheers start to die down just a bit.
Danielle Lopez: Thank you guys for that. Speaking of the future. Many are wondering just what is my future now that I am back? I think it's pretty obvious just what I believe it holds. Something that has eluded me for the three and a half years I have been in this industry and I think it's time I ascend myself to that position.
The crowd chants "Yes", much to the delight of the PCW Hall of Famer.
Danielle Lopez: I'm truly blessed to be in front of the greatest fan base in the world. And with me being back, I don't plan on taking any of this for granted because all of this is awesome. I...
Before Danielle could complete her sentence. "Psychosocial" by Slipknot hits and the crowd boos loudly as Morgan Simmons, Jenna Martin and Katie Chason come out to spoil the party. Morgan and her group stands on the ramp and as the music dies down, Morgan begins to speak.
Morgan Simmons: Oh god. You again. I thought for sure you were put out of your misery already and these morons here wouldn't have their hero in a PCW ring any longer.
The crowd boos.
Morgan Simmons: Oh shut up. You idiots don't deserve happiness. You deserve pain and misery. I mean, when was the last time any of your sports teams have won a championship? Exactly. Now shut the fuck up and let somebody more worthy than you toothless hicks, speak.
The crowd boos even louder.
Morgan Simmons: But you know what. It's fine that you returned. This gives us even more of an incentive to kick yours and Team Lethality's asses until we're bored. Yeah I said it, until we're bored. And why not? Because kicking ass is just what we do and it's always a rewarding thing to beat the living hell out of a, arrogant goody two shoes such as yourself. I hate people like you.
Danielle laughs at Morgan's statements before she begins to speak.
Danielle Lopez: Wow! Arrogant? That's one I've never heard before. What else do you have, Morgan? Are you going to go down the idiotic route of questioning who I am as a person, or are you just going to say some false bullshit about me for the sake of doing so? Or perhaps both. Whichever comes to mind for you, I have heard this shit before. I'll be the first to admit I'm not perfect. Never claimed to be so despite people like you being the ones who state that to make fun of me for giving respect to the fans. In addition, I have a little bit of a temper problem which I admit didn't go well for me the last time I snapped, but if you really think it's going to be easy to beat down Team Lethality. Not only are you mentally fucked up in the head, but you and your band of mindless followers have another thing coming.
Danielle is now frustrated and is speaking in a tone that indicates she's ready to fight.
Danielle Lopez: So since I'm here and you and your lackeys are up there. How about this. Why don't you come down to where I am and let's do what we do best. Come on, what do you guys have to lose?
Morgan smirks.
Morgan Simmons: Oh this is going to be good. Since there's only you and myself, Jenna and Katie. I think that's more than suffice. Girls, let's do this.
Morgan drops the microphone and her, Jenna and Katie walk down the ramp. Before they can reach the ramp though, Mariah Lopez and Rachel Robinson come out from the crowd and they meet the three Toxic members. Morgan, Jenna and Katie stop and stare at the Team Lethality members. They look at Danielle who's standing by the ropes, hoping to get herself some. They smirk before walking up the ramp, but not without some trash talk. Danielle grabs the microphone again and speaks.
Danielle Lopez: Morgan. You always forget that I come prepared and how I can throw you off with just a simple move. When you're married to a person who thrives on getting inside people's heads and fuck with them like I am. You tend to pick up a few things and one thing I proved here is you cannot bring me down with weak ass planning like that. So Morgan. I look forward to seeing what feeble attempts you and your followers attempt at rattling Team Lethality. I really do because it sure as hell isn't going to be anything we can't handle. And note that we will always be prepared and unlike before, I won't be nice and will not be pushed around any longer and the same goes for Team Lethality. Welcome to world of Lethality, ladies.
Danielle smirks as she drops the microphone. Mariah and Rachel join her in the ring and they look on at the Toxic members with matching smiles on their faces, much to the dismay of Morgan, Jenna and Katie. "Chalk Outline" by Three Days Grace hits and Team Lethality stands tall in the ring.
DM: Danielle Lopez returns to PCW and in a way only she could do it!
SS: Dammit! Why does this have to happen? WHY?!
DM: Quit your bitching and just enjoy the show, Taint! I swear you're worse than the people who nitpick at every little thing for the sake of doing so!
SS: AM NOT!
DM: Just lighten up! Damn! Right now, let's go to Jimmy Wilkes who is ready to announce the combatants of our next match!
Cut to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
As "Cities In Dust" by Siouxsie and The Banshees begins to blare through the speakers as the majority of the crowd boos and the lights dim considerably. After several moments, a spotlight reveals “The Wrestling Messiah” Bruce Hoffman as he steps out from the entranceway, arms casually behind his back, and looks around with a confidant smirk on his face.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Augusta, Maine, weighing in at 235 pounds... "THE WRESTLING MESSIAH"... BRUCE HOFFMAN!!!
He raises his arm to incite a reaction from the fans in attendance and slowly walks down the ramp. Hoffman is seen cracking his knuckles and loosening his wrists as he then proceeds to walk up the steel stairs. Upon entering the ring through the ropes, the “Wrestling Messiah” calmly paces back and forth across the ring as he awaits his opponent.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
"Theta Titanium" blasts through the arena. Hano Eiyu comes out with a bokken and performs a sword kata.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Shinano, Japan, weighing in at 176 pounds... "BLADE HERO"... HANO EIYU!!!
Then, he runs to the ring and springboards inside. Then, he performs another sword kata. Afterwards, he puts the bokken down gently.
*DING! DING! DING!*
The match begins, and Hoffman locks up with Eiyu. Hoffman gets the upperhand by kdelivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a suplex. He then locks in a surfboard stretch, Eiyu refuses to give up, so Hoffman puts more pressure on the hold, but Eiyu still refuses to give up, and Hoffman eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold before lifting Eiyu to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a tiger suplex. He then lifts Eiyu back to his feet, and connects with a gutwrench suplex before lifting Eiyu back to his feet again, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a DDT. He then locks in a ground headlock. Eiyu refuses to give up, so Hoffman puts more pressure on the hold, but Eiyu still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope, but Hoffman refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Hoffman releases the hold, lifts Eiyu to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and connects with a scoop slam before lifting him back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a german suplex. He then lifts Eiyu back to his feet again, and connects with a spinebuster before going for the pin!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: And Eiyu kicks out!
SS: Heh! The referee can't count!
DM: And you can?
SS: Of course! I'm a Holy Pimp for Christ sake! I'm GOD!
DM: [sarcastically] Yeah... sure you are!
Hoffman locks in a rear chin lock. Eiyu refuses to give up, so Hoffman puts more pressure on the hold, but Eiyu still refuses to give up, and eventually fights out of it by delivering elbows to the midsection. He then jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Hoffman gets to his feet, and Eiyu connects with a dropkick. Hoffman gets back to his feet, and Eiyu jumps up, and connects with another hurricanrana. Hoffman gets back to his feet again, and Eiyu connects with another dropkick. Hoffman gets to his feet, and Eiyu jumps up, and connects with a third hurricanrana. Hoffman gets back to his feet, and Eiyu connects with a third dropkick. Hoffman gets back to his feet again, and Eiyu runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody before delivering a stomp to the midsection causing Hoffman to sit up holding his stomach in pain. Eiyu then runs into the ropes, runs back at Hoffman, and connects with a running dropkick to the face before going out to the apron, climbing to the top turnbuckle, and waiting for for Hoffman to get to his feet. Hoffman eventually gets to his feet, and Eiyu leaps off, and connects with a diving crossbody. He then waits for Hoffman to get to his feet. Hoffman eventually gets to his feet, and Eiyu 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 the Ryuno Iki Seventh Style Sword before going for the pin!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: And this time, Hoffman kicks out!
Eiyu lifts Hoffman to his feet, and irish whips him into the ropes. Hoffman runs back at Eiyu, and Eiyu goes for a spinning wheel kick, but Hoffman ducks, runs into the ropes, runs back at Eiyu, and connects with a clothesline. Eiyu gets to his feet, and Hoffman connects with another clothesline. Eiyu gets back to his feet, and Hoffman connects with a third clothesline. Eiyu gets back to his feet again, and Hoffman kicks him in the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker. He then lifts Eiyu to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a half nelson suplex before locking in a half boston crab. Eiyu refuses to give up, so Hoffman puts more pressure on the hold, but Eiyu still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope, but Hoffman refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Hoffman releases the hold, lifts Eiyu to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a butterfly suplex. He then lifts Eiyu back to his feet, and connects with a piledriver before turning him over, and locking in a camel clutch. Eiyu refuses to give up, so Hoffman puts more pressure on the hold, but Eiyu still refuses to give up, and Hoffman eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold. He then lifts Eiyu back to his feet, and connects with a suplex before lifting him back to his feet again, getting behind him, and connecting with a back suplex. He then lifts Eiyu to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before locking in a surfboard stretch. Eiyu refuses to give up, so Hoffman puts more pressure on the hold, but Eiyu still refuses to give up, and Hoffman eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold. He then lifts Eiyu to his feet, and connects with a suplex before locking in the Sharpshooter!.
SS: YES!!! Hoffman has the Sharpshooter locked in! And he actually calls it the SHARPSHOOTER, he don't give it a stupid nickname like a certain two hundred and eighty five pound retard who paints his face, and carries a golf club!
DM: He also doesn't look like a fat idiot who could miss five or six meals either!
SS: You're so hateful!
DM: Well you're annoying and you're pissing me off!
Eiyu refuses to give up, so Hoffman puts more pressure on the hold, but Eiyu still refuses to give up, so Hoffman puts even more pressure on the hold, but Eiyu still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. It takes a moment, but he eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottum rope, but Hoffman refuses to break the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Hoffman releases the hold, lifts Eiyu to his feet, and goes for a suplex, but Eiyu fights out of it, and lands on his feet behind Hoffman. Hoffman turns around, and Eiyu connects with a enzuigiri, he then waits for Hoffman to get to his feet. Hoffman eventually gets to his feet, and Eiyu jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Hoffman gets back to his feet, and Eiyu connects with a spinning wheel kick before waiting for Hoffman to get back to his feet again. Hoffman eventually gets back to his feet again, and Eiyu connects with a dropkick. Hoffman gets to his feet, and Eiyu connects with a kick to the head. He then goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for Hoffman to get back to his feet. Hoffman eventually gets back to his feet, and Eiyu leaps off, and connects with a missile ropkick before waiting for Hoffman to get back to his feet again. Hoffman eventually gets back to his feet again, and Eiyu connects with a enzuigiri. He then waits for Hoffman to get to his feet. Hoffman gets to his hands and knees, and Eiyu runs into the ropes, runs back at Hoffman, and connects with a running dropkick to the side of the head before waiting for Hoffman to get to his feet. Hoffman eventually gets to his feet, and Eiyu connects with a dropkick. Hoffman gets back to his feet, and Eiyu connects with another dropkick. Hoffman gets back to his feet again, and Eiyu connects with a third dropkick. Hoffman gets to his feet, and Eiyu connects with a kick to the head. He then goes out to the apron, springboards off the top rope, and connects with the Koikage Fourth Style Sword before going for the pin!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: And a kickout for Hoffman there!
SS: Damn right he's going to kick out! He's awesome!
DM: No! Awesome is best described for talents like Adrien Cochrane!
SS: Who still is a coward ass bitch for not deciding to show up! Syn beating him down really turned him into a giant pussy!
DM: Yet you scream like a ten year old girl when you see spiders!
SS: ...
Eiyu waits for Hoffman to get to his feet. It takes a moment, but Hoffman eventually gets to his feet, and Eiyu goes for a kick to the head, but Hoffman ducks, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT. He then lifts Eiyu to his feet, and connects with a gutwrench suplex before lifting Eiyu back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a back suplex. He then lifts Eiyu to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a russian leg sweep before locking in a surfboard stretch. Eiyu refuses to give up, so Hoffman puts more pressure on the hold, but Eiyu still refuses to give up, and Hoffman eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold. He then lifts Eiyu to his feet, and connects with a butterfly suplex before lifting Eiyu back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a tiger suplex. He then lifts Eiyu back to his feet again, and connects with a scoop slam before locking in a half boston crab. Eiyu refuses to give up, so Hoffman puts more pressure on the hold, but Eiyu still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope, but Hoffman refuses to break the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!!
Hoffman releases the hold, lifts Eiyu to his feet, and connects with a suplex. He then lifts Eiyu back to his feet, and connects with a Bridging/Release German Suplex followed into a pin attempt!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: And Eiyu again kicks out!
SS: That was a slow count! A SLOW COUNT!
DM: Quit your whining! It's really pathetic!
Hoffman lifts Eiyu to his feet, gets behind him, and goes for a back suplex, but Eiyu fights out of it by doing a back flip, and lands on his feet behind Hoffman. Hoffman turns around, and Eiyu jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Hoffman gets to his feet, and Eiyu jumps up, and connects with another hurricanrana, Hoffman gets back to his feet, and Eiyu jumps up and connects with a third hurricanrana. Hoffman gets back to his feet again, and Eiyu connects with a dropkick. Hoffman gets to his feet, and Eiyu connects with another dropkick. Hoffman gets back to his feet, and Eiyu connects with a third dropkick. Hoffman gets back to his feet again, and Eiyu irish whips him into the ropes. Hoffman runs back at Eiyu, and Eiyu jumps up, and catches him with a hurricanrana. He then waits for Hoffman to get to his feet. Hoffman eventually gets to his feet, and Eiyu connects with a enzuigiri before waiting for Hoffman to get back to his feet. Hoffman eventually gets back to his feet, and Eiyu runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody. He then waits for Hoffman to get back to his feet again. Hoffman eventually gets back to his feet again, and Eiyu connects with a spinning wheel kick before going out to the apron, and climbing to the top turnbuckle. He then leaps off, and connects with the Fenikkusu Nensho Third Style Sword before going for the pin!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: And now Hoffman kicks out! Incredible!
Eiyu waits for Hoffman to get to his feet. It takes a moment, but Hoffman eventually gets to his feet, and Eiyu goes for a kick to the head, but Hoffman catches his foot, takes him down, and locks in the Sharpshooter! Eiyu refuses to give up, so Hoffman puts more pressure on the hold, but Eiyu still refuses to give up, so Hoffman puts even more pressure on the hold, but eiyu still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. It takes a moment, but he eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope, but Hoffman refuses to break the hold so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Hoffman releases the hold, lifts Eiyu to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and goes for a scoop slam, but Eiyu fights out of it, and lands on his feet behind Hoffman. Hoffman turns around, and Eiyu connects with a kick to the head. He then goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, leaps off, and connects with the Mikadzuki Second Style Sword before going for the pin!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... "BLADE HERO"... HANO EIYU!!!
"Theta Titanium" hits and the crowd cheers as Hano Eiyu rolls out of the ring and celebrates the victory. Bruce Hoffman sits up and is shocked at falling to that move.
DM: Hano Eiyu wins this double debut match!
SS: He cheated! He cheated! HE CHEATED!
DM: No he did not! He did it fair and square!
SS: Blasphemy! That's complete horse crap and you know it!
DM: Whatever you delusional idiot! We're going to take another break! We'll be back with more PCW action after this! Don't change that dial!
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Feb 2, 2013 13:21:29 GMT -5
Back from commercial and immediately, "II Trill" by Bun B feat. Z-Ro and J. Prince hits and the crowd cheers loudly as James Baker walks out, dressed in a white tanktop, a black bandana around his head, black jeans and black steel toe boots. He walks down the ramp and looks around the arena. He grabs a microphone and walks on the steps and then the apron before stepping in-between the ropes. He stands in the middle of the ring and waits for the music to die down. Once it dies down, he begins to speak.
James Baker: Well, I'm out here and it feels good. Now so far, this show has been a'ight. We got to see Brian Stryker snap, Mya Denton destroy Johnny Violence and we just had Hano Eiyu and Ray Hoffman face off. I think there was a tag team match, but with the two teams in that one being as boring as white rice, I decided to take a brief nap because again, I'm not a DNA guy and Order and Chaos are two people who deserves to be thrown off the Grand fucking Canyon.
The crowd cheers.
James Baker: In just two short weeks, we will have Wrestle Extravaganza III: St. Valentine's Massacre. A lot of good matches on tap. Adrien Cochrane and Heather Monroe in a Two out of Three falls match for the World title, Matthews and Kai for the Platinum Championship, myself and Mariano doing battle for the first time in three and a half years and my good friends Kevin Styles and J.T. Banks challenging Bull and Ape for the World Tag Team titles among others. It's gonna be a damn good show to say the least.
The crowd cheers.
James Baker: And I know I'm looking forward to the show just like all of you. Especially my own match. Mariano and I have tore the damn place down with our matches, despite certain bullshit shenanigans but I digress. And I know Mariano is feeling the same way. Two weeks time, we will tear this mother fucker down and give the people something to remember.
The crowd cheers once more.
James Baker: But there are other things I need to address regarding the event. One being the Broadcast Championship situation. I did read Smith Jones wanting to face Jay at Wrestle Extravaganza III in a Knockout match. And you know something? That's a match that will happen and it's a good one to add to an already stellar card which is for free.
The crowd's cheers grow louder.
James Baker: And for anybody who decides to interfere. If you do or even think about it, you will get fired or suspended without pay. I ain't havin' that shit. In addition to that. I will also add some matches to the card. One, we gonna be having the fourteenth edition of the Scars of Wrestling Cup. Contestants will be revealed later tonight. We'll also have the rubber match between Curtis Wilkes and Magnus Thunder. And you cannot forget about this gem. Yoshiru Long and Syn will compete in a Last Man Standing match... with ME as the special referee. Now what does that mean with me as the official? Well, it means that Yoshiru and Syn go until I deem them unable to compete any longer.
The crowd cheers loudly.
SS: NO! That psycho is gonna abuse his authority! THIS IS BULLSHIT! Absolutely BULLSHIT!
DM: Calm down, Taint! God you're horrible!
James twirls the microphone and walks around before speaking once more.
James Baker: All that and more will happen, but let me get into a little somethin' something'. I feel like I gotta rant. Ya'll mind if I do so?
The crowd cheers.
James Baker: Cool. From the past week, the butthurt of certain individuals just grows and grows by the hour. Whether it's because they think shit should be handed to them on a silver platter, or they can't handle the fact that they regressed and both Ryan "the Reaper" Robinson and Jay Thunder are more talented than them. I don't know. Fact is, the butthurt is rampant and those who got their panties in a twist should sign the fucking form. I'll directly send it to you if you want.
The entire crowd laughs.
James Baker: The butthurt bitches claim that I lack loyalty and respect for this company, as well as "contaminate" this company by signing all types of talent all around the world whether it'd be deals I made with other places or scouting them on the independent's. It sounds like they are scared of PCW progressing and hiring guys and girls who have the potential to be big. They want PCW to wallow in mediocrity which is what it would do if there wasn't a diverse amount of talent here. Of course, those two disgraces to their home countries wouldn't know jack shit about scouting talent and business if it hit them in their collective vagina's.
Again, it's not my fault that folks like Jay Thunder, Syn, Smith Jones, Jerry Matthews, Adrien Cochrane, Heather Monroe, Danielle Lopez and Ryan Robinson are better than you could ever hope to be. And it's especially not my fault that THW talent such as Marina Valdivia, Spirit Z, Jakob Alexander, Miranda Rivers, Gabbi Sparks, Jay Swift and Jazmin could wipe the floor with you two idiots and not break a sweat. Just face it, you two are beyond pissed off that you guys couldn't move on up the card and instead of working hard to do so, you sat there, whined like bitches and expressed your jealousy of those who are better than you. Why else would there have been drama against Jay Thunder? Huh? Explain that.
James pauses before continuing.
James Baker: And before I get the typical retort of "oh Jay harassed me and blah blah blah". Let me point out that you are the one who started it. Don't take it out on PCW management because you started shit with the younger talent and the place we have a working relationship with. So instead of bitching and moaning about how "oh I got screwed. I'm gonna be a little emo bitch about it". Why don't you guys lace up your boots, fight and work your way up the ranks like everybody else? Oh wait, that's right, you assholes are too busy crying and thinking there is some vendetta against you instead of doing that.
Trust me, there is no vendetta here and this current era of PCW... it stays and if you don't like it. Don't let the door hit you in your asses on the way out. And like I said two weeks ago, I cannot be touched. I'm fucking Teflon James Baker. I'm the mother fuckin' Don of this shit. I'm untouchable and if you continue to play fire with me. You will get blown the fuck up. You understand? Now we got a show to carry on. Believe that.
"II Trill" hits and James Baker drops the microphone and walks to the back.
DM: For the second show in a row! James Baker has dropped a verbal bomb!
SS: He's an idiot! He doesn't know what the fuck he's doing!
DM: James Baker has never shied away from saying what's on his mind! In fact, he prefers to say whatever the hell he wants with no consequences!
SS: He might be untouchable, but what is he going to have left at the end of the day?
DM: More than what you have! That's for certain! We're gonna send it down to the ring where Jimmy Wilkes is set to call the competitors out for the next match on this slamming edition of Rapture!
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!
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 outcomes ''the deadly Rhino'' Ryan ''the Reaper'' Robinson. Reaper has his signiture black steel golf club in his right hand and a bottle of Reapin hot sauce in his left.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from a dark basement in Winchester, Kentucky, weighing in at 285 pounds. He is a member of Team Lethality. "THE DEADLY RHINO"... RYAN... "THE REAPER"... ROBINSON!!!
As Reaper looks around at the fans with a twisted smile on his face, he raises both items in the air before making his way down the ramp. He takes time to slap hands with the fans and gives one fan the bottle of Reapin' Hot Sauce. He slides in under the bottom rope to get in the ring. Reaper raises the golf club in the air to more cheers before setting it down and waiting for the match to begin.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: They lock up! Matthews brings Reaper in and locks in a side head lock! Matthews rolls around and locks in a hammerlock! Reaper Reaper looking for a way out but Matthews has it locked on tight! Reaper with an elbow to the face...no! Matthews ducks it and wraps his arms around Reaper...belly to belly suplex! Matthews back to his feet...elbow drop!
SS: Ouch! You wouldn't know it if you weren't a wrestler yourself, but a simple move like an elbow drop is enough to take the wind right out of you!
DM: So true! Matthews back to his feet and nails another elbow drop! Reaper grasps his chest in pain as Matthews is back up once again and is measuring Reaper...knee drop! Cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
DM: Kickout at two! Matthews gets back up and bounces off the ropes...leg drop! No! Reaper rolls out of the way and Matthews's leg bounces off the canvas! Reaper pulls himself up on the ropes as Matthews nurses his leg!
Reaper sizes up Matthews as he starts to stomp his body. Matthews tries to take cover under the ropes but Reaper drags him back into the ring! Reaper drags him back to his feet and sends him running to the ropes with an Irish whip. Matthews comes back off the ropes and Reaper scoops him up... sidewalk slam!
DM: Did you feel the impact on that one?!
SS: I sure did Desireè! Now that's a great move by Reaper!
DM: Matthews arches his back in pain but Reaper doesn't let up as he mounts Matthews and starts to unload on him with rights and lefts! Matthews is being massacred by fists of pure fury from Reaper Reaper!
SS: Like a pit bull going straight for the throat! Sick 'em!
The referee starts to count to five warning Reaper about his closed fists. Reaper stands up and lets down a final stomp to the face of Matthews! Reaper on a roll now! Reaper forces Matthews to his feet...short arm clothes line! Matthews falls to his back and rolls to the outside. Reaper follows him out and starts to give chase. Matthews takes off and rolls back into the ring. Reaper slides back into the ring and is met with a spear by Reaper!
DM: That's gonna leave a mark!
SS: Coward!
DM: That's not cowardice, it's called strategy.
SS: It's not fair!
Matthews with another shot to the head of Reaper! Matthews forces him to his feet and hooks him up...suplex! Matthews attempts a cover but Reaper easily kicks out and pushes him off! Both men back to their feet and Matthews hauls off with a forearm shot to the face! And another! Matthews takes off and bounces off the ropes... flying forearm! No! Reaper catches him in mid-air and bring Matthews down hard with a power slam!
DM: Reaper means business here tonight!
SS: That's right Desireè, tonight is all about sending a message!
DM: Reaper grabs Matthews by both legs and sets him up...catapult! Matthews's face smashes off the turnbuckle! Matthews slumps back into the corner as Reaper charges Matthews... body splash!
SS: Wow! That might have just squashed Matthews flat!
Reaper Reaper back off and charges him again and goes for another body splash but Matthews gets a foot up connecting with Reaper's chin! The impact knocks Reaper back and turns him around dazed. Matthews takes off towards Reaper Reaper and wraps his arms around his head... bull dog! Matthews with the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
KICKOUT!!!
DM: Another two count for Matthews! Matthews back on the attack with more kicks to the sternum! Reaper slowly making his way back to his feet but Matthews won't let up! Matthews with a right! Reaper returns the message with a right of his own!
SS: Is this a wrestling match or a boxing match?! These two are trying to destroy each other!
DM: You're not joking about that one Kevin! Reaper with a left! Matthews with another right! Matthews throws another right but Reaper blocks it and delivers a knee to the gut that folds Matthews in half! Reaper grabs a hold of Matthews and shoves him down...
SS: PILE DRIVER! That could have just broken Matthews's neck! What is he doing? Go for the cover Reaper!
Reaper has Matthews to his feet and sends him to the ropes...Matthews comes back on the return...back body drop! Reaper goes to the top rope and waits for Matthews to get up. He's up and Reaper leaps from the top rope...flying clothes line! Matthews is down and Reaper with the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THR-NO!!! Matthews kicks out!
DM: Reaper doesn't look too happy with the referee right now!
SS: Would you be? It seems like whenever Reaper has Matthews pinned, the referee forgets how to count past two!
DM: Whenever? Reaper has one near fall on Matthews, and Matthews has two.
Reaper back to his feet and drags Matthews up with him. Reaper hooks him and sets him up for a suplex but Matthews turns out of it and locks on a sleeper!
SS: NO! This can't be happening!
DM: I think it may be time to say good night to Reaper!
Reaper starts to struggle as Matthews tightens the hold! Reaper drops to one knee and is starts to fade! The referee lifts his arm and it drops! The referee checks him again but Reaper keeps his arm up! Reaper struggling back to his feet! Reaper with an elbow to Matthews's mid-section and he releases the hold! Reaper takes off to the ropes and returns to Matthews... shoulder block! Matthews goes down and Reaper sets off to the ropes again. Matthews ducks Reaper as Reaper jumps over Matthews and bounces off the ropes again. Matthews tries to leap frog over him but Reaper stops and catches Matthews on his shoulders...powerbomb!
DM: Reaper showing off his strength as he catches Matthews in mid-air and power bombs him almost through the ring!
SS: It's gotta be over now!
DM: You may be right, Reaper is signaling for the end and if he hits this, Matthews might not even make it out of the ring in his own two feet!
SS: Well damn!
Reaper forces him to his feet and wraps both hands around Matthews's throat and lifts him up in the air! He's going for the Death Drop but Matthews is holding on for dear life! Reaper can't force him down and the referee is yelling for Reaper to release the choke hold! Reaper ignores the referee but Matthews forces him to oblige as he gouges Reaper's eyes! Reaper lets go of Matthews and stumbles away blinded! Matthews grabs Reaper from behind...back suplex!
DM: It's not over yet Saint! Matthews has once again found a way to stay in this match!
SS: Well he better savor the moment because Reaper won't give him another chance!
DM: Matthews out to the apron and climbs the top rope! Reaper back to his feet and finally notices Matthews as he jumps off the top rope...flying cross body! Matthews hooks the leg!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
DM: Reaper kicks out at the last second! Matthews is determined to win this match but Reaper isn't ready to give up either!
SS: That's right Desireè!
Reaper and Matthews both back to their feet. Matthews runs to the ropes and charges Reaper but Reaper cuts him off with a stiff clothesline to the throat! Reapers steps back and waits for Matthews to get up on his own. Matthews struggles to one knee and finally pushes himself up to his feet! Reaper sets himself up and thrusts his foot into the air...Reaper kick! No! Matthews ducks it and clips the knee of Reaper Reaper! Reaper goes down to on knee and Matthews is back up!
DM: I smell a finisher coming up right now!
SS: Funny, I don't smell a thing. Must be your upper lip.
DM: Very funny... NOT!
Matthews goes for a cutter from behind but Reaper blocks it and spears him into the turnbuckle! Matthews folds up like a chair but Reaper keeps ramming his shoulder into Matthews's abdominal area! Reaper with a stiff shot to Matthews's face and Matthews is reeling! Reaper drags him out of the corner and nails him with another straight shot to the jaw! Matthews falls back and leans against the ropes out on his feet! Reaper senses that Matthews is finishes and whips him to the ropes with an Irish whip! Matthews on the return...REAPING DEATH DROP!!!
SS: WHOA!
DM: REAPER WITH A COVER!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
*DING DING DING!*
DM: REAPER WINS! REAPER WINS! REAPER WINS!
SS: Fuckin' A! I'm stunned! Absolutely stunned!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... "THE DEADLY RHINO"... RYAN... "THE REAPER"... ROBINSON!!!
"America" by Deuce hits and the crowd cheers as Reaper is announced as the winner. He gets his hand raised by the ref and the crowd cheers even more.
DM: He did it! Ryan "The Reaper" Robinson has beaten the PCW Platinum Champion and no offense to him, but this is an upset!
SS: Nobody would have believed he would have won this one, but my god did he do it!
As Reaper celebrates, two masked men jump the barricade and slide in the ring. One has a steel chair while the other has a sledgehammer. Reaper turns around and one of them drills him in the skull with the steel chair and he goes down to the ground.
DM: It's the same two masked men that attacked Reaper on his talk show two weeks ago! Again I ask, who the hell are they?
SS: I don't know! I didn't know then and I damn sure don't know now!
Reaper is down on the ground in pain from the shot to the head. Meanwhile Matthews is starting to get to his feet, and the one with the sledgehammer runs towards him... and nails him with a shot to the forehead to take him down.
DM: Now they're destroying Matthews! What is the idea of all of this?
SS: They're making an impact in PCW! I don't know why, but this is a way to get noticed around here!
The masked men continue to attack Reaper and Matthews with their respective weapons, causing pain and punishment upon the two men. Deacon Jeremiah slides into the ring with a chair of his own and the masked men retreat back through the crowd.
DM: I never thought I would say this, but thank god Jeremiah came in for the save!
SS: He didn't do it for the retard! That's for sure! He only cares for Matthews!
While Deacon Jeremiah checks on Jerry Matthews, Team Lethality members Mariah Lopez, Rachel Robinson and Bella Brooks-Robinson come out and check on Reaper but not without them and Jeremiah glancing at each other.
DM: This is a situation I'm sure neither party was anticipating!
SS: Reaper probably was, but Matthews... no dice! This is insane either way you look at it!
DM: While Jerry Matthews and Reaper get checked on! We're going to take a break! We'll be back after this!
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Feb 2, 2013 13:22:11 GMT -5
DM: Welcome back to... OH FUCK! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME?!
Superstar by Saliva hits the sound system, and out comes Casey Matthews to a huge ammount of boos.
SS: Hey! that's Casey Matthews! I remember him from PWW, I love this guy! He's not as good as Jimmy Gambino though!
DM: This douche bag managed Hot and Sexy! You know, a team that was crushed by the greatest tag team in PWW history!
SS: And what team would that be?
DM: Not to brag, but they were a tag team known as the Xtremely Lethal Ladies! Consisting of myself and the PCW Hall of Famer herself, Danielle Lopez!
Casey Matthews begins making his way to the ring, taking his name to curse at the fans. Once he gets to the ring, he walks up the steps, gets in the ring, asks for a mic, and begins speaking.
Casey: Hello everyone! My name is Casey Matthews!.
The fans boo loudly as a smirk crosses Casey's face.
Casey: I'm sure alot of you know me as a former manager in both Premium Women's Wrestling aswell as the Premium Academy. Some of you may know me as a manager in Cardinal City Pro wrestling, and I plan on becoming a manager here on Rapture!.
The crowd boos loudly.
Casey: People of Cincinnati, I would really apreciate it if you kept your dirty, disgusting moths closed while I am speaking.
The crowd boos even louder.
Casey: You losers are probably wondering who I will be managing in PCW. Well, I'm not exactly their manager yet. That's why I am out here. I'm going to offer my services to them, and I'm not offering my services to one person. Oh no. I'm offering my services to a certain tag team, but not just any tag team. The PCW Tag Team champions, the Bull and Ape Alliance! so Bull Connor and Ape Simmons, come on out here!.
Everywhere I Go by Hollywood Undead hits the sound system, and out comes the Bull and Ape alliance. The crowd mostly cheers but a bit of boos can be heard. Bull and Ape have the PCW Tag Team championships on their left shoulders. They ignore the crowd as they begin making their way to the ring. Once they get to the ring, they walk up the steps, get in the ring, and ask for mics.
Casey: Bull and Ape, I have always been a fan of you two.
Bull and Ape give Casey a suprised look.
Casey: I really have! and you two have been on a role lately. You defeated Kai and Jay Thunder for the PCW Tag Team championships! You teamed up with the World Heavyweight champion Adrien Cochrane in the champions ball match a few weeks ago, and won the match although alot of stupid fans and stupid people in the back thaught you would not only lose, but be the downfall of your team, but you proved them all wrong! I also support the fact that you kicked Jimmy Gambino to the curve. Jimmy thinks he is better than everyone else, when the truth is he is no better than the losers here in Cincinnati!.
The crowd boos loudly.
Casey: Anyways, Bull, Ape, if you two accept me as your manager, you will truely dominate the tag team devision in PCW. You will be the best tag team of all time, and I promise I won't treat you how Jimmy treated you. Oh no. I will treat you two with respect, so whaat do you say? Do we have a deal?
Casey offers his right hand as the crowd boos, and Bull and Ape have a quiet conversation for a moment before turning back to Casey.
Bull: Casey, Ape and I apreciate your offer. We really do! We apreciate the fact that you're going to treat us with respect, and we're sure that you can help us accomplish great things.
Bull shakes Casey's hand, and the crowd boos loudly.
Bull: But if we wanted a douche bag as a manager, WE WOULD HAVE KEPT JIMMY!!!!.
Bull lifts Casey up, and connects with the Bull Horn Drop, and the fans errupt with cheers. Ape then lifts Casey to his feet, kicks him in the midsection, and connects with the Gorrilla bomb to a huge ammount of cheers.
DM: GORRILA BOMB! APE WITH THE GORILLA BOMB!
SS: Disrespectful punks! Damn you!
Bull and Ape pander to the fans, and start a ''WE ARE HUNGRY!!!'' chant.
DM: Bull and Ape have the majority of the fans behind them. That "We Are Hungry" chant is catching on! Say Taint, why haven't you done the chant? I mean, you fat people are always hungry, right?
SS: You, those retards and all these ignorant PCW fans need to stop making fun of my weight! It's uncalled for and it hurts!
DM: Boo hoo! And do you realize how offended I am when you make sexist comments towards women?
SS: I don't care!
DM: Well that sums up my feelings about calling you fat! Before we get all pissy here! Let's...
"This Is Absolution" by Killswitch Engage hits and the crowd gives off a mixed reaction as THW contracted wrestler Spirit Z comes out in a t-shirt, jeans and a black blazer coat while drinking a Red Bull. He walks down the ramp, ignoring the fans reaching out for him.
SS: What the hell is he doing out here? Last time we saw him on this show, he was getting kicked out along with the other THW wrestlers for invading this show!
DM: If you didn't get the memo like I mentioned a COUPLE OF TIMES ALREADY! Spirit Z is our special guest of honor for tonight! James Baker and Spirit Z had discussions of this happening and it was confirmed last night that this was a done deal and here is proof on that!
Spirit Z walks around ringside and stops at the announce table. He pulls up a seat, puts on the headset and then sits down.
Spirit Z: Does this fucking thing work?
DM: You're good! Welcome, Z! It's been a minute since we last seen you on this show!
Spirit Z: Tell me about it! This is the first time I'm here where I'm not on bad terms with PCW and I'm not getting kicked out! I'm ready to call some good action with you two!
DM: You would certainly be an upgrade over Shannon Taint over here!
SS: I'M THE BEST COMMENTATOR IN THE WORLD!
Spirit Z: Stop your pansy like screaming, schmuck! My brief commentating stint in THW blows your skills out of the water! Since I'm here, let's do this! Can't wait for this match to start! My good friend Jay Thunder versus Magnus Thunder! YEAH!
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 “Dark Horses” 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.
Spirit Z: I know two certain schmucks don't like Jay Thunder! More likely they're jealous he's much more talented, but this kid is going to go far! He's done well in nine months! I hate to know how scary good he'll be by this time next year! I'm gonna call him being a dominant force in the uppercard by this time next year!
DM: Jay does have the skillset necessary to go very far in PCW! No question about that!
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
Lightning strikes both sides of the stage near the beast and a wall of flames quickly erupts. As the flames die down, “Die Trying” by Art Of Dying blasts throughout the arena. The figure stands on the stage, no longer clad in armor.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Jotunheim, Norway! Standing seven feet five inches tall and weighing in at 505 pounds... MAGNUS THUNDER!!!
Magnus slowly walks down the aisle, keeping his eyes on Curtis. Magnus grabs the top rope and pulls himself up to the apron. He steps over the top rope and instantly makes his way to the far side of the ring. He stares at Curtis as his music fades out and the lights return to normal.
Spirit Z: Good god! That man is massive! Where the hell did PCW get him from?
DM: Quite a few guys here are familiar of Magnus' past work and have been up against him in another company! He was dominant there and he came out of retirement to go after The Elite, especially Yoshiru Long!
Spirit Z: I sure as hell wouldn't want to go up against him! He's HUGE!
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: Well, there's the opening bell. It's going to be the speed and style of Jay Thunder against the overwhelming power of Magnus Thunder!
SS: Thunder vs. Thunder... bleh! Who names these people?
DM: Says someone named "Saint".
SS: Hey, you don't go messing with my name!
DM: Nor you with theirs! Now call the match!
Spirit Z: Yeah you fucking schmuck! Call the god damn match!
Magnus looks ready to catch Jay as he forces him back toward the corner. Jay looks like he's trapped! Magnus comes at him for the lockup, but Jay ducks it, getting behind Magnus! Jay with a pair of kicks to the calf, and Magnus turns around. Dropkick to Magnus's patella, and he's down to one knee! JAY WITH A RUNNING SUPERKICK! And he has the cover!
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!
THREE!!!!!
DM: OH MY GOD!!! IS IT OVER?!
The referee waves off the pinfall as Magnus grabbed the bottom rope.
DM: WOW! It was almost over just like that!
SS: Well, he caught the big man off guard!
Spirit Z: Damn! Just like that it could have ended! But Jay has time to pull off a win I believe he can achieve!
SS: Why the hell do you think that?
Spirit Z: Because I can! That and Jay has the skills to beat anybody on this roster! He's the future and it looks very bright at the moment!
DM: Jay with another shot to Magnus' head as Magnus tries to get up. Magnus is back to his feet, but Jay springboards off the second rope...spinwheel...no! Magnus catches him! Magnus repositions Jay and sends him hard back first in to the corner with a toss!
SS: Magnus buries a shoulder to the gut, and Jay is in a bad position here!
DM: Magnus grips the throat and lifts Jay in the air. But Jay struggles, landing a hard roundhouse to Magnus' head. And Jay with a head scissors, draping Magnus across the middle rope! Jay hits the far ropes. He returns...catapults himself over the top rope...legdrop!
SS: He'll need to rely on this quickness if he wants to win!
Spirit Z: Tell me, Saint! Are you a Jay Thunder guy?
SS: ... NO!
Spirit Z: Then you definitely are a fucking schmuck!
DM: Burn! Uppercut from the outside by Jay, and Magnus stumbles back as he makes it to his feet! Jay is up on the apron. He springboards...dropkick...no! Magnus swats him away like a fly! Magnus brings Jay back to his feet and quickly lifts him to the shoulder. Magnus with a full rush, and he slams Jay back first in to the corner with an Oklahoma slam! Magnus hooks Jay's legs, tying him to the tree-of-woe!
SS: Bad position for Jay to be in!
DM: Magnus rushes in for a spear... but Jay lifts himself to a sitting position forcing Magnus to slam shoulder first in to the ring post! Jay rolls down Magnus' back and rolls him up!
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!
THR...
Before the referee can make the three, Magnus uses his strength to kick out, launching Jay shoulder first in to the post, and crashing to the outside. Magnus gets back up and quickly rolls out to continue his attack on Jay. He picks Jay up...lifts him high overhead, and drops him chest first on to the barricade.
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!
THREE!!!!!
FOUR!!!!!
Magnus picks Jay up again and rolls him in to the ring. Magnus holds Jay's head in place, draping over the apron. He comes down on Jay's face with a hard elbow. Magnus rolls back in to the ring and goes for the cover!
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!
NO!!!!!
DM: Jay gets the shoulder up! Magnus picks Jay up and drops him back first across the knee. He holds Jay still, lifting him up again in a side slam position, and again drops him across the knee. He pulls Jay up one more time...sidewalk slam! Jay flips to his stomach in pain as Magnus grabs a hold of his left leg.
Magnus pulls on the leg, lifting Jay high in to the air and slams him hard down to the mat, knee first!
SS: GOD DAMN!
DM: It's surprising Jay Thunder's knee isn't shattered after that slam!
Spirit Z: But what many people don't know about Jay, is his ability to withstand even the toughest of attacks against him! This kid is a machine and he can dish it out just as well as take it!
Magnus walks around the ring, one hand holding Jay up for the suplex. Magnus finally drops him forward, gut first on the top rope! Jay slumps to the apron as he tries to catch his breath. Magnus comes at Jay ...and Jay counters with a shoulder to the gut! Magnus slumps over for a second before fully standing again... roundhouse by Jay from the apron! Magnus stumbles back as Jay springboards...spinwheel kick!
DM: He has knocked the big man off his feet! And Jay with another springboard...moonsault! Jay grabs Magnus arm and scissors it. He falls forward, hyperextending the elbow! He grabs the arm again...cross armbar!
SS: He has this cross armbar submission locked in! A very painful hold to encounter!
Spirit Z: It is! Not easy, especially when you have it on tight! For god's sake Jay, get that son of a bitch locked in tight and take home the win against this fucking beast of a man!
The referee checks on Magnus who is trying to use his strength to get back up. He's able to make it to his knees, but Jay still has the hold locked in! Magnus is to his feet, and he lifts Jay in to the air... modified sitdown powerbomb! Magnus rolls back, holding his arm as he catches his breath!
DM: Magnus is back to his feet and he picks up... no! Jay forces Magnus through the ropes and to the outside as Magnus went to pick him up! Magnus is using the barricade to bring himself back to his feet, and Jay's hitting the far ropes. Jay with a running springboard... seated senton, and he and Magnus tumble in to the crowd!
The fans erupt in cheers as Magnus lays at their feet! Jay gets back to his feet. He uses all of his power to bring Magnus back to his feet, and forces him back over the barricade.
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!
THREE!!!!!
FOUR!!!!!
Jay climbs on to the barricade as Magnus slowly gets back up. Jay runs the barricade...seated senton on Magnus!
FIVE!!!!!
SIX!!!!!
DM: Jay has definitely come to fight!
Spirit Z: Every wrestler who cares about the business comes for a fight! Jay is one of the most talented guys around and like many who I have worked with, he will bring the fight to you every single night!
SS: The ref is up to a count of six as Jay is getting back to his feet.He rolls in to the ring, and rolls back up, restarting the count! Jay again uses his strength to bring Magnus to his feet... but Magnus buries a knee to the gut! He grabs Jay by the wrist... hard irish whip in to the steel steps!
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!
DM: Magnus picks Jay back up and lifts him overhead with a military press...and he tosses Jay over the top rope back in to the ring! Magnus rolls in after him and makes the cover!
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!
KICKOUT!!!!!
SS: You almost have to think that if Magnus would have hooked the leg, Jay wouldn't have been able to kick out!
DM: And here's Magnus going to apply a submission... he's going for a choke hold!
SS: Jay is in extreme pain, looking ready to tap out!
Spirit Z: Saint, don't count him out, yet! He's still very much alive!
SS: How do you figure that?
Spirit Z: I just fucking do! That's why! Shannon, you really are a fucking schmuck! Desiree, I don't know how the fuck you can tolerate this moron every show!
DM: I ask myself that same question often!
Jay has his hand in the air, ready to drop it to the mat. The referee is watching closely! Jay with a hard shot to the head from his leg...and another! Magnus stumbles back, allowing Jay to counter the hold! Jay uses his leg to lift his body, wrapping his other leg around Magnus' head! Jay with a hard right...a second...a third, and Magnus stumbles back, leaning against the ropes! Jay flips himself around, and falls back as he has Magnus' head scissored!
DM: Jay with a unique move here! Almost a tarantula, but he's holding Magnus around the waist rather than holding his legs! Jay releases the hold, dropping to the floor as Magnus stumbles out. Jay steps back up to the apron and quickly springboards as Magnus turns around... shining wizard! And Jay floats over in to the cover!
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!
THR...NO!!!!!
DM: Magnus gets his shoulder up! Jay brings Magnus to a seated position and lodges his knee in to Magnus' back! He grabs Magnus by the wrists... modified bow and arrow!
SS: How impressive has Jay been here tonight?! Wait, did I just say that?
DM: Yes you did, Saint.
SS: FUCK! I mean... this match sucks!
DM: Admit it, Saint, you just complimented Jay Thunder!
SS: DID NOT!
Spirit Z: There's nothing wrong with complimenting a guy like Jay Thunder! Knowing your shitty taste in talent, you should be paying a compliment to the Jay Thunder's of the world every chance you get!
Magnus tries pulling his arms together. As he slowly brings them toward each other in front of him, Jay releases the hold and drills Magnus in the head with a knee. Jay falls with a quick legdrop on Magnus. He grabs Magnus' arm and applies a modified armbar. The referee checks on Magnus who refuses to give up. Magnus makes it to his knee as Jay tries to apply more pressure. Magnus makes it back to his feet and delivers a hard fist to the gut. Jay releases the hold as he hunches over.
DM: Magnus shoots Jay off in to the ropes. Magnus with a clothesline, but Jay ducks it on the rebound! Jay with a springboard, and he leaps back at Magnus with a seated senton! But Magnus catches him! Powerbomb! Another Powerbomb!
SS: And here comes the THUNDER-
DM: NO! Jay reverses it in to a DDT!!! Both men are down!
Spirit Z: Jay with an excellent reversal to Magnus' finisher!
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!
DM: The referee has started his count, as neither man appears to be moving!
THREE!!!!!
FOUR!!!!!
DM: Jay is finally starting to stir, slowly getting back to his feet. He falls in to the corner for support as Magnus has made his way to the ropes. Magnus uses the ropes to pull himself back up...
SS: BUT WAIT! WHAT'S THAT!?
Curtis Wilkes is rushing to the ring!
DM: What's he doing here!?
Spirit Z: Maybe he wants a hot dog since I see that schmuck of a hot dog vender out in the 10th row! (without the headset on) HEY YOU FUCKING SCHMUCK, GIVE ME A HOT DOG WITH MUSTARD AND NO RELISH! CHOP CHOP!
SS: Give me one too!
Spirit Z: Get your own, fat ass!
Curtis Wilkes slides down the ropes, and cracks Jay from behind! He turns him around... THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL!
*DING DING DING!*
DM: And it looks like the referee has called a DQ!
SS: FUCKING MAGNUS THUNDER! HE'S BEHIND THIS, I'M SURE!
DM: Oh, will you stop that! You know damn well he wouldn't be behind Curtis Wilkes attacking his opponent!
SS: Well there's no proof of that, is there?
Spirit Z: I'm not going to lie! I like how Curtis operates! A sneaky bastard although he did take out a friend of mine! But still, Jay Thunder wins this bitch by disqualification!
Magnus looks at Curtis and a look of anger comes across his face. He gets out of the ring and begins to go after Curtis who immediately high tails it up the ramp and to the back. Magnus walks himself up the ramp and goes to the back. Meanwhile, Jay Thunder gets to his feet, visibly shaken up from being attacked. He stands up and is handed his Broadcast Championship. He raises it in the air to cheers from the crowd. He looks over at the announce table and points to Spirit Z and pounds his chest before rolling out of the ring and walking up the ramp while slapping the hands of some fans in the process.
DM: Jay Thunder's okay after being hit with the Downward Spiral! That had to hurt!
Spirit Z: Never have I seen that move over in THW! That was different, but Jay Thunder's always gonna get back up and I think he'll retain against Smith Jones in two weeks! I have a feeling he's going to raise his game!
SS: He's going to lose!
Spirit Z looks at Shannon and punches him in the nose.
Spirit Z: Don't you EVER interrupt me you god damn schmuck! Desiree, can I lead us into commercial?
DM: Sure! You are our guest of honor!
Spirit Z: Good deal! Fans of all sizes, don't change that dial and if you do, you are a schmuck! PCW will be back with more Saturday Night Rapture!
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Feb 2, 2013 13:24:08 GMT -5
We return from the break and Magnus is backstage, searching throughout the area for Curtis Wilkes. Shouting his name out repeatedly.
DM: Magnus is beyond pissed right now! Searching for where Curtis went!
SS: He may not even be in the building right now! He ran fast as all hell!
The anger on Magnus' face says it all. He's pissed as he can't find Curtis. Little does he know that Curtis comes out of a room with a lead pipe, runs towards Magnus... and clips him in the left knee with it.
DM: CURTIS FROM OUT OF NOWHERE WITH A PIPE TO THE KNEE!
SS: HA! How resourceful he is! He's amazing!
Magnus is down, clutching at his knee. Curtis starts stomping on it repeatedly, but Magnus is starting to shrug Curtis's attempts off. Curtis goes for another stomp, but Magnus grabs him by the throat and chucks him against the wall. Magnus starts delivering blow after blow to Curtis, whether it's to the face or to the body. He's going relentless on the former PCW World Champion.
DM: This is certainly not one of Curtis' fine moments! He shouldn't have picked a fight with the seven foot five, five hundred-five pound monster!
SS: Stupid FJORD MONKEY!
DM: You didn't even do it right, idiot! Only the Radiant One himself, Roland Ulv knows how to do it!
SS: MEH! I DON'T CARE!
Magnus and Curtis' brawl spills out in the catering area and Magnus has the upperhand still. He goes to slam him into a vending machine, but Curtis kicks Magnus in the bad knee to get out of Magnus' grasp. Curtis then hooks Magnus up... and somehow, someway hits a variation of The Downward Spiral to take him down. Curtis gets up, beaten down from the brawl and limps away.
SS: That's it, Curtis! Live to fight another day! You got two weeks to take him down!
DM: For once, I'm gonna agree! With a 505 pound giant looking to make you into an appetizer! You gotta get out of there as quick as you can!
Before he turns the corner, Magnus raises up to his feet and this causes Curtis to haul his ass out of there even more. He turns the corner and immediately runs further. Magnus grabs a wooden crate and LAUNCHES it towards the area, missing by just an inch. He stands there, clutching at his knee with a very angry expression on his face while Curtis continues to run.
DM: Curtis just barely got himself out of dodge!
SS: Magnus wasn't quite able to get him thankfully! Curtis can't be worrying about that right now as his match is next!
DM: Very good point and that match starts... now!
Cut to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
The heavy bass strokes signal the beginning of Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck by Grinspoon and the crowd explodes into a mixture of cheers and boos as Sickboy appears on the stage. He takes his time walking down the aisle, looking over at fans in the front row who are either cheering or booing at him.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Sydney, Australia weighing in at 265 pounds... He is a member of the PCW Hall of Fame and The Australian Psycho... CURTIS WILKES!!!
He smiles at them and continues walking. he then climbs the ring steps and steps through the ropes into the ring. He holds out his arms, soaking in the reaction from the crowd, before he leans against his corner.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
"From Heads Unworthy" by Rise Against hits the P.A, as a mixed reaction of boos and cheers begins. Chris “The Filth” 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.
*DING! DING! DING!*
The match begins, and Wilkes locks up with Marks, and Wilkes gets the upperhand by delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a swinging neckbreaker. He then lifts Marks to his feet, and connects with a suplex before lifting Marks back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a german suplex. He then lifts Marks back to his feet again, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before lifting Marks to his feet, and connecting with a piledriver. He then lifts Marks back to his feet, and connects with a gutwrench suplex before lifting Marks back to his feet again, getting behind him, and connecting with a tiger suplex. He then waits for Marks to get to his feet. Marks eventually gets to his feet, and Wilkes connects with a superkick before going for the pin!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: And Chris Marks kicks out!
SS: He's not going to last long! Curtis is going to annihilate him! Just watch!
Wilkes lifts Marks to his feet, and goes for a suplex, but Marks reverses it into a suplex of his own. He then lifts Wilkes to his feet, and connects with a belly to belly suplex before lifting Wilkes back to his feet, and connecting with a scoop powerslam. He then lifts Wilkes back to his feet again, kicks him in the midsection, and connects with a DDT before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the head. He connects with about five punches before lifting Wilkes to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a back suplex. He then lifts Wilkes back to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before lifting Wilkes back to his feet again, and connecting with a suplex. He then lifts Wilkes to his feet, and connects with a spinebuster before going for the pin!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: And now Curtis Wilkes kicks out!
SS: Marks got lucky he got the pin attempt! Like his buddy Adrien, Chris Marks is NOT Elite!
Marks lifts Wilkes to his feet, and goes for a scoop slam, but Wilkes fights out of it, lands on his feet behind Marks, and connects with a tiger suplex. He then lifts Marks to his feet, and connects with a belly to belly suplex before lifting Marks back to his feet, and connecting with a piledriver. He then lifts Marks back to his feet again, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before lifting Marks back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a back suplex. He then lifts Marks to his feet, and connects with a scoop powerslam before lifting Marks back to his feet, and connecting with a scoop slam. He then lifts Marks back to his feet again, and connects with a Sit out facebuster before going for the pin!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
SS: HEY! WHAT THE FUCK?! THAT WAS A THREE COUNT!
DM: No! It was two and a half dummy! Learn to count!
Wilkes lifts Marks to his feet, and goes for a irish whip, but Marks reverses it into a irish whip of his own. Wilkes runs into the ropes, runs back at Marks, and Marks catches him with a clothesline. He then waits for Wilkes to get to his feet. Wilkes eventually gets to his feet, and Marks connects with another clothesline. Wilkes gets back to his feet, and Marks connects with a third clothesline. Wilkes gets back to his feet again, and Marks delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before lifting Wilkes back to his feet again, and connecting with a scoop slam. He then lifts Wilkes to his feet, and connects with a belly to belly suplex before lifting Wilkes back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a back suplex. He then lifts Wilkes back to his feet again, and connects with Filthy Tactics before going for the pin!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Just in the nick of time Curtis kicks out!
SS: C'mon Curt! You can NOT let this scrub beat you!
Marks lifts Wilkes to his feet, and goes for a suplex, but Wilkes reverses it into a suplex of his own. He then lifts Marks to his feet, kicks him in the midsection, and connects with a DDT before lifting Marks back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a russian leg sweep. He then lifts Marks back to his feet again, gets behind him, and connects with a half nelson suplex before lifting Marks to his feet, and connecting with a belly to belly suplex. He then lifts Marks back to his feet, and connects with a butterfly suplex before lifting Marks back to his feet again, and connecting with a piledriver. He then waits for Marks to get to his feet. Marks gets to one knee, and Wilkes connects with the Buzzsaw Kick before going for the pin!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Somehow, someway, Chris Marks kicked out of the Buzzsaw Kick!
SS: This is crap! These ref's are biased!
DM: And YOU'RE NOT?!
SS: Are we really getting into this?
DM: Well pot, meet kettle! You're both black!
Wilkes lifts Marks to his feet, and goes for a scoop slam, but Marks fights out of it, lands on his feet behind Wilkes, and connects with a back suplex. He then lifts Wilkes to his feet, and connects with a suplex before lifting Wilkes back to his feet, and connecting with a scoop powerslam. He then kneels down, and begins delivering punches to the head. He connects with about ten punches before lifting Wilkes to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a DDT. He then lifts Wilkes to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before lifting Wilkes back to his feet, and connecting with a suplex. He then lifts Wilkes back to his feet again, and connects with the Dream Breaker before going for the pin!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Curtis with another kickout! Incredible!
SS: Curtis is awesome! What more can you ask?
DM: You could stop kissing his ass constantly, but we know that's not gonna be suffice! Marks lifts Wilkes to his feet, kicks him in the midsection, and connects with X Marks The Spot before going for the pin!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
Curtis Wilkes gets the shoulder up just when the referee was going down for the three count. Marks lifts Wilkes to his feet, and irish whips him into the ropes. Wilkes runs back at Marks, and Marks goes for a clothesline, but Wilkes ducks, runs into the ropes, runs back at Marks, and connects with a running DDT, before waiting for Marks to get to his feet. Marks eventually gets to his feet, and Wilkes runs into the ropes, runs back at Marks, and connects with a running bulldog. He then lifts Marks to his feet, and connects with the The Downward Spiral before going for the pin!.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... "THE AUSTRALIAN PSYCHO"... CURTIS WILKES!!!
"Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" by Grinspoon hits and the crowd gives off a mixed reaction as Curtis Wilkes gets his hand raised by the referee.
DM: Curtis Wilkes with the victory over Chris Marks!
SS: You mean a rather convincing one! He destroyed him and he will destroy Magnus in Atlanta!
Curtis grabs the microphone and speaks.
Curtis Wilkes: Adrien. Did you see how I annihilated your little buddy? He is just an example of what I plan on doing to you if... no not if, but WHEN I get another opportunity at the PCW World Heavyweight Championship. Matter of fact, I'm going to send another message. I hope you're watching wherever the hell you are.
Curtis gets Marks up and hooks him in position for the Downward Spiral... but the lights go out in the arena.
SS: HEY! WHO TURNED OUT THE LIGHTS?!
DM: This is similar to what happened two weeks ago when Magnus Thunder struck Curtis down with lightning!
The lights are out and the crowd cheers. There can be thunder heard from somewhere in the building. A minute later, lightning strikes the stage and carnage can be heard in the ring. When the lights go back up, Curtis is down in the ring and a man wearing a white Hollywood Undead like mask and all black clothing stands above him.
SS: Who the hell is that?
DM: Beats me!
The man stands above and begins to remove the mask very slowly to the delight of the crowd. The mask is removed and stands there is a man with brown hair and a beard of the same color. He looks down at Curtis with a smirk.
SS: Again! WHO THE HELL IS THIS AND WHY HAS HE ATTACKED A HERO LIKE CURTIS?!
DM: Stop yelling in my ear you idiot! That man in the ring... IS THE PCW PREMIUM ACADEMY PURE CHAMPION, MICHAEL ALEXANDER!
SS: There's TWO OF THEM?!
DM: Yeah... there is, idiot! Everybody knew that! Michael is the younger brother of THW's Evolution Champion, Jakob Alexander!
The man now identified as Michael Alexander kneels down at a fallen Curtis and mouths "You mess with one of us, you mess with all of us" before putting his mask back on and walking up the ramp as he has Chris Marks in tow.
SS: What the hell did he just say to Curt?
DM: You heard it! It's no secret he's being mentored by Adrien Cochrane, our PCW World Heavyweight Champion! Surely the attack on Marks was motivation for the younger Alexander to take a stand and fight for the honor of his friends!
SS: Right! Too bad I don't care for that sort of thing!
DM: Well the fans do and they matter, not you! We're going to take a break! We'll be right back!
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Feb 2, 2013 13:24:51 GMT -5
We come back from the break and "Coming Undone" by Korn hits and the crowd goes to full cheers as Kevin Styles and J.T. Banks enter the arena. They begin walking down the ramp, all smiles and stuff. They slap hands with the fans before entering the ring. Both of them grab microphones and take their place in the center of the ring. Once their music dies out, Kevin begins to speak.
Kevin Styles: Hmm. This is a lively bunch and I guess I am an exception when it comes to Cleveland folks being cheered in Cincinnati.
The crowd cheers.
Kevin Styles: Excellent. But right now, I'm just gonna cut to the chase and not waste too much time. Bull and Ape. Get your morbidly obese asses out here right now. We got some shit to discuss.
"Everywhere I Go" by Hollywood Undead hits and a mixed reaction ensues. Bull and Ape walk out with their tag team titles on their shoulders and stand on the stage looking at their challengers. They walk down the ramp and slap hands with the fans reaching out before getting in the ring. They grab microphones and stand face to face with the Hall of Fame team they are facing in two weeks.
Kevin Styles: It's only two weeks away boys. Just two mere weeks until you two have a match against the greatest tag team in this company's history. But I gotta ask you guys one thing. How will it feel when you guys lose those titles to J.T. and myself?
The crowd cheers and Bull scratches his chin before answering the question.
Bull Connor: How will it feel you ask? I think the question you should be asking is how will it feel once Ape and I beat you two "legends" and retain these belts that we have worked hard to achieve. Two weeks ago, you completely trashed the tag team division of today. Saying Ape and I stand on top of a division filled with mediocrity and how you two will supposedly "save it" and bring it back to the standard it SHOULD be at if I'm not mistaken.
Kevin raises an eyebrow at what Bull is saying.
Bull Connor: Thinking more and more as the days go on. Ape and I are actually on top of a division that has more teams than the division you two competed in. Yeah you may have faced teams like Nathan and Aaron Warrens, the Double Dragons, Crunk N' Cyde and DNA at their highest. But you also had horrible teams like the Jobbers for Hire, Wayne Morley and whatever equally awful partner he could bring out and Carnage Incorporated to deal with as well. At least in the era that Ape and I compete in. We had teams like The Pac, Jay Thunder and Kai when they were a PCW team, Fatality Incorporated and The Glamorous/Vicious Combination. All those teams whom are as good as the ones you have beaten.
The crowd gives a mixed reaction to what Bull is saying. From there, Bull continues.
Bull Connor: Styles, Banks. You two wish you had opponents like Ape and I do when you two were the cream of the crop in the PCW tag team division, but the fact that you don't is eating you alive. You two crave for one last hurrah at the top. You guys want the spotlight that we have out of fear of becoming irrelevant and that's something you two cannot fathom to live with. You were great in the first run, but are you two really remembered in today's PCW?
The crowd now boos.
Bull Connor: You want to know my answer? You guys are not really that much of importance around here. You two haven't been a tag team in over two years while Ape and I have been teaming for over five consecutive years and we don't plan on stopping anytime soon.
The crowd gives off another mixed reaction and now, Kevin goes to speak.
Kevin Styles: That's cute, Bull. It really is but with you and your life partner's intelligent level being below ten, I'm not surprised about you forgetting that it's all about the quality of teams you face instead of the quantity. When J.T. and I were running this shit. We faced quality teams night in and night out. We faced all comers. We came from the time that PCW was proving people wrong. Proving that we would survive despite dumb fucking cunts like Chemical X and Rob Osbourne stating this company wouldn't be alive heading into 2011.
Kevin pauses and now hands the microphone to J.T. Banks who doesn't waste time in going off.
J.T. Banks: How dare you two morons compare yourselves to the tag teams of PCW's past. It's insulting to be compared to two people who can't type on a keyboard without assistance. The difference between teams in your era and the teams when we were on top is that today, you guys all think that everything should be handed to you on a silver platter. Like you're all entitled to something, while Generation Next, the Dragons and Da Dynasty had to scratch and claw to prove that we belonged. We paved the way for teams like you and you would think that today's generation of wrestlers would respect the legends who helped build the foundation for them to succeed. But sadly that's for not because today is all about a "me" mentality. No respect for the past and I find that a complete and total joke.
The crowd cheers.
J.T. Banks: What you two dumbasses will come to realize is that unlike past and future opponents ya'll will face. Kev and I are of quality. We are the best tag team you will ever face. We are one of a kind and at Wrestle Extravaganza III. You two won't know what hit you when we reclaim the tag team titles we never lost in the first place. So Bull, Ape. I suggest you two cuddle with those titles every night. Sleep extra tight with them in your possession because you sure as hell won't walk out of the Hotlanta with those belts in-tact. You're looking at the NEW PCW WORLD Tag Team Champions.
Styles and Banks smirk before going face to face with Bull and Ape. The two teams stare each other down until Styles and Banks throw the first punches and now the teams are fighting it out. Styles and Banks have the upperhand but quickly Bull and Ape come back and their strength is proving to work well for them. Banks tries to come back and whips Bull into the corner. He comes in and goes for a lariat... but Bull moves out of the way and Banks crashes in chest first. Banks stumbles out and Bull grabs him in position before dropping him down...
DM: TORTURE RACK BACKBREAKER! BULL JUST CRUSHED J.T. BANKS!
SS: J.T. Banks ain't a small man either! Nearly 300 pounds and Bull just picked him up and dropped him with ease!
Meanwhile, Kevin Styles is gaining the upperhand over Ape Simmons with a series of kicks to the legs. He now has him at his level and goes for a shining wizard... but Bull sees it and hits a huge shoulder block that sends Styles flying across the ring. Styles is now down and Ape recovers. He and Bull start beating on Styles. Bull gets Styles up and whips him into the turnbuckle. Then Ape irish whips Bull into Styles and Bull connects with a splash into the turnbuckle. Bull then whips Styles into Ape, who hits him with a spinning sidewalk slam...
DM: ANIMAL TAKEOVER! DAMMIT! KEVIN IS DOWN!
SS: Bull and Ape just got their revenge over what Da Dynasty did two weeks ago! And they didn't have to make it look flashy or nothin' like that!
Bull and Ape grab their titles and stand over the fallen Da Xtreme Dynasty. Bull has the microphone in his hand and begins to speak.
Bull Connor: Two weeks. Two weeks from now, we will walk in as champions and walk out as champions and WE will have defeated a Hall of Fame tag team. Take THAT to the bank, guys.
"Everywhere I Go" hits again and Bull and Ape raise their titles in the air to a mixed reaction from the crowd while Styles and Banks still lay there in the ring.
SS: HA! Da Dynasty got CRUSHED by the fat ass alliance!
DM: Shut up! You weren't saying the same thing two weeks ago, now were ya?
SS: ...
DM: While we get this situation cleared up, let's take it... wait a minute! Something's going on backstage! Get a camera back there ASAP!
The camera cuts to the backstage near the entrance. A barely audible voice comes from the other side of the door.
Voice 1: You know who I am. Let me in.
Voice 2: I just wasn’t told you were going to be here.
Voice 1: Do I need to get Mr. Baker or Mr. Ryder out here or what?
Voice 2: No, no, no. Come on in.
The doors swing open, and with a roar from the fans, Adrien Cochrane starts to angrily charge through the hallway. Cochrane isn’t dressed for wrestling, wearing his usual street attire of a plaid button down shirt and a pair of blue jeans. He doesn’t even have the World Heavyweight Title with him.
DM: HOLY SHIT! Adrien Cochrane is here!
SS: What the fuck is that asshole doing here! He isn’t supposed to be here tonight!
DM: He’s the World Heavyweight Champion. If he wants to come to Rapture, he has every right.
Adrien Cochrane continues to storm through the backstage area. Just as he turns a corner, he is joined by his three protégés.
Michael Alexander: Holy shit, you actually came?
Aurora Rose: They’ve been talking about how you’re not going to be here all night.
Chris Marks: So are we knocking some skulls?
Adrien looks over at the three without saying a word.
MA: We have your back, Adrien. The four of us…
Adrien Cochrane: No.
The other three looks at Adrien in complete surprise.
AC: Michael, look after the other two. Syn has a team of his own. But this, I’m going to be doing this alone.
Aurora Rose and Chris Marks backs down. Michael Alexander does not.
MA: Fair enough, but what’s the plan? You can’t just barge in there without a plan and just hope it goes well.
Adrien raises an eyebrow. Not just at Michael’s emerging leadership skills but at the situation at hand. After a moment of thinking, Adrien starts to smile.
AC: Alright, get this…
JW: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
SS: WHAT THE FUCK!
DM: I guess we’re going to have to wait to see what our World Heavyweight Champion is up to.
Duality starts to play on the PA as the lights dim and smoke fills the ramp. Syn comes out, all decked out in his wrestling gear with an evil smile on his face.
JW: Introducing first, making his way to the ring, from parts unknown, weighing in at 216 pounds, SYN!!!!!
Syn rolls in the ring giving an eerie look to anyone looking at him.
SS: There is no one more intimidating on this roster than Syn.
DM: Except maybe The Elite.
SS: Together, maybe. I love them to death, but Syn inches forward with his victory over Long.
But then "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.
DING DING DING!!
DM: Here we go! The two brothers start this one off by trading blows. They're not wasting time.
SS: Who cares?
DM: The people for one! I know nobody gives a damn about your opinions ya fat fuck!
Kai capitalizes on the snap mare to lock in a headlock. Syn eventually delivers his first bit off offense once he gets to one knee and delivers an elbow, followed by another, and a third to Kai. Syn gets back to his feet, bounces off the ropes and dropkicks the back of Kai’s left knee.
SS: That seems calculated.
DM: That very well could be. Syn's not the type to show anybody any mercy, not even his own brother.
Syn gets back to his feet first, grabs Kai’s left leg, pulls it up and slams it back down on the mat.
SS: He’ll be walking funny for a week.
DM: Something tells me you try to say that a lot.
Kai finally shows some life, rolls over and delivers a kick to Syn’s face.He then sweeps both of Syn’s legs, taking him off his feet. Kai gets back to his, shrugging off the pain to his left leg for now as she hits a quick leg drop across Syn’s back. He gets right back up, climbs the top rope and waits. Once Syn gets right back to his feet, he is met with Kai's diving crossbody from the top rope. Cover by Kai!
ONE!!
TWO!!
TH…KICKOUT!!
Syn isn't done quite yet. Kai gets back to his feet first, bounces off the ropes, but whatever he was trying to do was quickly countered into a spinebuster by Syn. Syn is now the one bouncing off the ropes and does a running senton on the downed Kai. Cover by Syn!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THR…NO!!
DM: Kai shows his resilience with a kickout. But things aren't looking good as Syn is stalking her. WHEEL KICK! Syn is just trying to kill his little brother.
SS: Probably trying to send a message to our World Heavyweight Champion who’s sitting at home…wait, I forgot, that asshole just entered the building!
DM: And apparently cooking up a revenge plot. Meanwhile, Syn has Kai locked in a Boston Crab.
SS: Kai's in pain. How much resilience can he really have?
DM: Enough to reach for that bottom rope. Syn has to release the hold now.
SS: But the damage is done.
Kai has to use the ropes to get back to his feet. Syn goes for another wheel kick, BUT KAI DIVES OUT OF THE WAY!! Syn is left with one leg over the rope and the other on the ground. Kai does a quick clothesline to the tangled Syn. Kai gets on the top rope near Syn, and despite Syn trying to knock him down with the rope he’s stuck on, Kai hits a beautiful elbow drop on Syn. Syn is finally freed from the ropes after that, but at what cost. Kai crawls for the cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
Could Kai win it?!
THR…
NO!!
Syn somehow, someway gets his shoulder off the mat. But the momentum has shifted entirely. Kai is sitting, stalking, waiting for Syn to get back up on his feet and once he does, he goes in for the kill.
DM: Super kick time?
SS: Syn caught the foot!
Syn catches the foot and immediately pulls her close and hits a quick suplex. Syn comes back up, ready to keep fighting but the fans went silent.
SS: DECENT INTO MADNESS!!
DM: Kai's skull just bounced off the mat. This can’t be good for the Silent Warrior.
SS: Cover by Syn!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
DING DING DING!
JW: Here is your winner, SYN!!
DM: Syn with the huge win over his little brother.
SS: That was a hell of a match.
Kai gets up, nods at his brother before going to the backstage area. Syn stays in the ring until the lights go off. The only thing visible is a little light on the ramp and Syn’s facepaint.
SS: Oh shit. Wanna take a guess?
OPEN YOUR EYES!! STRETCH YOUR ARMS AND STEP INTO THE LIIIIIIGHT!!
Fans roar as “Light” by the Agony Family starts playing on the sound system. Syn looks at the ramp, prepared for the World Champ. But he never shows on the ramp.
DM: I don’t see Adrien coming down to the ring, but his music is still playing.
SS: Syn is ready to beat the shit out of that Cajun.
The music stops. The lights come back on. Not a single person standing on the ramp. But standing right behind Syn, armed with a chair is the World Heavyweight Champion himself, Adrien Cochrane. The fans roar in cheer, causing Syn to suspect Adrien’s behind him. He turns around, only to be hit in the face with the chair. Adrien hits him once more, and then a third time before throwing down the chair.
DM: The Champ is destroying Syn right now!
Adrien Cochrane starts yelling at Syn to get back to his feet.
AC: (barely audible) THIS is how you use a chair! Now get back up so I can demonstrate the Adrien Cutter done properly!
Syn gets up and attempts to strike quickly with The Killing Joke, but Adrien immediately wiggles free and…
DM: ADRIEN CUTTER!! ONTO THE CHAIR!!
SS: What the fuck?! Syn, how did you let this shithead do that?!
DM: Syn tried to do the Killing Joke, but Adrien hits an amazing counter into his own finisher. Could this be how this epic battle between these two ends?
Adrien rolls back to his feet as “Light” plays once more while Syn lays in the ring, completely motionless.
DM: The Champ has finally gotten his revenge. The only question is what Syn will do next.
SS: Once he’s done drooling on the mat, of course.
DM: Folks! We're going to take our final break! We'll be back with our main event after this!
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Feb 2, 2013 13:25:32 GMT -5
"Feel So Numb" by Rob Zombie starts playing in the arena and we are panned back to the announce table as we are now back from the break.
DM: Welcome back to Saturday Night Rapture, and in just two short weeks, we will be holding one of our special televised events, Wrestle Extravaganza III: St. Valentine's Massacre!
SS: And if Wrestle Extravaganza II was any indication at all, we are going to have a phenomenal show! Hell, the card looks fantastic from top to bottom! Let's get into it!
DM: Our main event has a big fight feel to it as Heather Monroe will compete in her final PCW match as she challenges Adrien Cochrane for the PCW World Heavyweight Championship!
SS: Heather lost that title at Struggle for Power III and Adrien has been flying high with the title since! But Heather shocked us all and stated she was going to be taking an indefinite hiatus after Wrestle Extravaganza III! She has been on a huge roll since September 1st of last year, but will she come out of her final match as the champion or will Adrien Cochrane walk out with the gold still in his possession?
DM: We also have a Last Man Standing match to present as Yoshiru Long and Syn settle their feud... with James Baker being the man who will determine whether or not the match continues or stops!
SS: Biased asshole he is! He's gonna screw Yoshiru and have Syn win the match! I just know it and fear for the worst!
DM: The PCW Platinum Championship will be on the line as Jerry Matthews defends the title against Kai!
SS: This is the biggest test for Matthews so far! He lost to Reaps earlier tonight in an upset, but he's never had a one on one contest against Kai! Kai has the same viciousness as his brother Syn and I'm thinking Matthews' reign is in jeopardy here!
DM: More championship action here as The Bull and Ape Alliance defend the tag team titles against the PCW Hall of Fame tag team, the team who were the very first PCW World Tag Team Champions, Kevin Style and J.T. Banks of Da Xtreme Dynasty!
SS: Bull and Ape surprised a lot of people when they won the gold over Jay Thunder and Kai at Struggle for Power III, but this match is without question their toughest challenge! I don't like Styles and Banks and they feel the same about me, but they are a tough team! A team that combines speed and power! They have beaten every team they've faced here! Never lost and I think Bull and Ape is in trouble here! No question about it!
DM: As made earlier tonight! Curtis Wilkes and Magnus Thunder will have a rubber match and this one will be... a Lightning Bolt Match!
SS: From my understanding! This match operates with each of the four turnbuckles has a "lightning rod" extending from the top up, with lights indicating that the turnbuckle is at maximum charge! When the match starts, two of the turnbuckles begin to charge, the lights rising until they reach the top, and when the light reaches the top of the rod it'll flicker like a tesla coil, the opponents must try to slam his opponent into it to set off the lightning bolt in a shower of sparks!
DM: In other words, it's like a variation of the Inferno match, yes?
SS: Yup! Pretty much which is unique!
DM: Interesting! And after that, we have more championship action as Jay Thunder will defend the PCW Broadcast Championship against Smith Jones in a Knockout Match!
SS: This is going to be a good one! Only way you can win is to render your opponent unconscious! Like a Last Man Standing match, but you gotta knock him the hell out! It could go either way, but Smith Jones is just too damn good though!
DM: And for the first time since June 20th, 2009! Mariano Fernandez and James Baker will compete in a one on one match against each other!
SS: These two have had the history! James Baker was the one who kidnapped Mariano's former flame Nagase and held her hostage until Nagase back-stabbed Mariano! But a lot has changed as Mariano and the GM are now close friends and allies! This is about respect and to prove that they can put on a good show without people like Rob Osbourne meddling in their shit behind the scenes!
DM: And one of the latest matches to be added to this extraordinary event! Damon Warrens and Liam Reilly, Order and Chaos, will battle Dante Daevain and a partner of his choice in a tag team match!
SS: How the hell is this fair? This ain't right! Damon and Liam can't prepare properly! This is bullshit! Bullshit I tell you!
DM: WAAAAH! Shut up! Another match that has just been made and this is going to be a good one! Brian Stryker, Mya Denton and Triple M will compete in a Triple Threat match where the winner will face either Jay Thunder or Smith Jones for the Broadcast Championship on the March 2nd edition of Saturday Night Rapture!
SS: Now this is a golden opportunity for these three! Stryker is a piss-ant with no respect for anybody, but he's got a chance to move up, but don't sleep on Mya! She proved to be extra impressive earlier tonight against Johnny Phantom and she wants to become Broadcast Champion! Same goes for Triple M who stated his desire to be a champion in PCW! It's anybody's game, that's for sure!
DM: As announced earlier tonight! There is going to be a Scars of Wrestling Cup to take place in two weeks and I am being informed that the four competitors will be Hano Eiyu, Bruce Hoffman, Draven Logan Kennedy and... Danielle Lopez!
SS: Well hell! This is an opportunity for all four of these wrestlers! Danielle is considered the best out of bunch and she already has one cup and gaining more moves her closer towards the PCW World Heavyweight Championship match she has been wanting, while for Draven, Hoffman and Hano! This is their opportunity to move up the rankings and if you can do some good here, management will take notice and do something! They always keep an eye on talent's who can do some good!
DM: And in a dark match! Johnny Phantom will have one last shot as he faces Chris Marks in a dark match!
SS: I've heard that if Phantom doesn't do shit like he did earlier tonight! His contract will be terminated on the spot! For his sake, he better do something, otherwise it's to the unemployment line for him!
DM: And all of that and more will be happening in two weeks time! Now it's time for our main event match!
SS: This is a big one for both competitors! Two number one contenders doing battle in what SHOULD be a great match!
DM: Indeed! Up next, Heather Monroe's last match on Rapture as she faces Smith Jones! Let's head to the ring where Jimmy Wilkes will be doing the introductions!
Cut to the ring.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Feb 2, 2013 13:25:45 GMT -5
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is your MAIN EVENT match up of the evening and it is scheduled for ONE FALL!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing...
‘Sail’ by Awolnation plays and all of the lights in the arena go stark white. The tron also goes plain white. Smith Jones appears on stage dressed to compete in his trademark all white ring attire.
Smith Jones: Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, JIMMY!!!!!!
His white microphone has already found its way to his mouth as he talks over his entrance music and strides confidently down to ringside. The crowd boooooooos.
Smith Jones: Sit down, Jimmy. Sit, sit, sit, sit, sit! This is far too important for your cumbersome tongue to introduce. Please… allow me.
He arrives at ringside and climbs the steps. He wipes his feet respectfully on the ring apron and then parts the ropes. He walks to the middle and looks out at the crowd. His music fades as the crowd settles into a noticeable hum.
Smith Jones: It’s a big fight feel, isn’t it? Just moments from now, my opponent will walk the aisle for what will most likely be her very last time on Saturday Night Rapture! You fans will stand a cheer and make a big huge hairy fucking deal about her entrance and the tension in the room will be off the charts when that bell rings. You people are about to see one of those precious moments in Premium Championship Wrestling. This is the end of an era. My opponent has convinced herself that this is about clearing her head. I doubt that. But, it won’t matter one way or the other if she happens to get injured tonight. I’m here to prove a point and I hope she never walks again after this very match. You’ll never be World Champ again. You might not even make it out of Cincinnati alive. We’ve sent verbal missiles back and forth and the time for talking has finally come to an end, so let’s get to it.
He stands up very straight and takes a ring announcer’s posture.
Smith Jones: This is your Main Event of the evening, scheduled for one fall!!!! Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 229 pounds, the man who will put an end to the question of whether of not the opponent will ever return to ring action, the next hashtag Broadcast Champion, the mean mean man, Smith Jones!!!!!!!!!
The crowd boooooooos at him again as he tosses the mic to ringside and bounces off the ropes a few times.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
The lights in the arena go dim as "Eye of the Storm" by Killswitch Engage begins to play. Blue and white spotlights fill the arena scooping around the dimmed arena. Heather then steps out onto the stage walking backwards she then turns to the crowd as they cheer. She stops putting her hands to her lips and turning in her knee. She then puts her hands up in the air peace signs showing on each of them as she steps out in a wide stance.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, from Des Moines, Iowa. She is a member of the PCW Hall of Fame... "THE CLASS ACT"... HEATHER MONROE!
The crowd cheers as Heather jumps up and starts down the ramp. She goes to one side and slaps the hands of the fans then to the other where she does the same. She stops at the end looking at a little boy she grins and plants a kiss on the boys cheek. She laughs to herself looking at the reaction of the boy and walks over to the apron pulling herself up with the bottom rope. She gets to her feet and gets into the ring. She runs towards the turnbuckle jumping up onto it and blowing a kiss she then puts both arms up in the air peace signs formed on her fingers. She then runs to the opposite turnbuckle doing the same. She then stretches on the ropes and takes a seat on the turnbuckle as she waits for the match to start.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And here we go! And we are being joined for commentary by the PCW Broadcast Champion, Jay Thunder! Welcome, champ!
Jay: Thanks for having me guys! Shannon, how is your face doing?
SS: Don't even you fucking tranny midget?
Jay: Jesus! Who pissed in your cornflakes? You mad you missed the jelly filled donuts at catering this morning?
DM: We all know the answer to that! Of course he's mad! He's been butthurt all day!
Heather and Smith start circling around the ring, trying to find a good position. The two competitors lock up, with neither being able to gain the upperhand. They break it up and both of go for it again. Smith gets Heather in a side headlock, but Heather immediately pushes him into the ropes. Smith comes back off the rebound... but Heather sees him coming and takes him down with a knee strike to the temple.
DM: Nice move there by Heather!
Jay: From personal experience, she knows how to deliver moves like that! I may not have been here the first run, but I watched all of her matches and it's hard to really combat her!
DM: Since you faced her! What would be the biggest thing opponents have to game plan when it comes to facing her?
Jay: Just expect anything because Heather's the type of competitor who can adapt to anything and she can take a licking and keep on ticking!
Once he gets to his feet. Smith goes straight after Heather, but Heather dodges Smith and catches him with a straight kick to the back. Smith turns around and sees Heather standing there with a smirk on her face. They circle the ring again and this time, Heather delivers a kick to the abdomen area. But Smith comes back with a kick of his own to the mid-section. Heather comes back and changes it up to a chop to the chest. Smith comes back with a chop of his own. Now both competitors are exchanging chops to one another and the crowd is amazed.
DM: This is amazing! These two are chopping the living hell out of each other!
SS: Jay! This is a sample of what you'll be getting from the great Smith Jones! Hope you're prepared!
Jay: Well fat chop! I'm not scared of him at all! He can bring whatever he wants, but he's not taking my belt!
Heather and Smith eventually get done chopping each other, and the crowd cheers for Heather. Smith rolls his eyes and dismisses the fans who boo him in return. The two lock up once more and Heather gets SMith into a side headlock, and takes him down with a snapmare takedown while still having the headlock applied. Smith uses his strength to get back up... and counters it into an arm drag.
DM: This is some good wrestling we're witnessing in the early goings of this match!
SS: It's not about flash right now! It's about getting the job done and that's what Smith Jones is all about! Getting it done by any means!
Jay: And that also includes attacking people from behind like a punk ass bitch!
SS: You did the same thing two weeks ago!
Jay: Actually, I sent him a message loud and clear! Not once did I leave him nearly unable to compete in a main event match scheduled later that night! So get your shit straight, Shannon!
Heather gets back to her feet and stares at Smith. Smith Jones wastes no time in chopping Heather once more with a backhand to the chest. Heather smirks and chops Smith back with a backhand of her own. Part two of the chopping match up begins as they trade chops to the chest area once more. After a chop hitting his chest, Smith bounces himself off the ropes and goes for a forearm smash, but Heather ducks out of the way. Once Heather turns around, Smith just manages to connect with the forearm and Heather staggers. Smith smirks and backs away, sizing Heather up. He runs and goes for something, but Heather leaps up... and hits Smith Jones with a hurricanrana to take him down.
DM: Heather Monroe stops Smith Jones from gaining any momentum!
Jay: As I pointed out! Heather Monroe can do any damn thing when it comes to wrestling! She engaged in a chop fest with Smith not once, but twice! TWICE! Incredible!
SS: She was a'ight!
Jay: Shut up, Taint! You've never gotten in the ring! Mind if I chop you in the chest as hard as I can!
SS: I'll pass!
Jay: That's what I thought!
DM: Smith Jones gets back up and Heather is up as well! Smith goes after the PCW Hall of Famer, but Heather hits him with a second hurricanrana... and has the cover along with it!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Only a two count!
Jay: Dammit! Fucker kicked out!
SS: What's the matter, Jay? Pissed that Smith is going to win?
Jay: Says person who throws bitch fit over jelly filled donuts!
DM: HA! Taint, he got you there!
SS: This is complete crap!
Heather gets Smith up and hits him with a few more chops to the chest before irish whipping him into the ropes. Heather expects Smith to rebound, but Smith stops himself there. But the trick doesn't work out for him as Heather hits him with a shoulder to the ribs and the momentum carries Smith out of the ring. Smith lands on the outside and gets up. Heather runs on the opposite end of the ring, then comes back off the rebound before leaping over the ropes...
DM: SUICIDE DIVE! HEATHER MONROE WITH A SUICIDE DIVE TO SMITH JONES! INCREDIBLE!
Jay: She puts it all on the line each and every time she's booked to compete! She has the heart and drive to succeed! I give her all the credit in the world for that!
SS: And what about Smith?
Jay: He can eat a bag of fried dicks for all I care! How's that for my assessment?
SS: You're a douche bag!
Jay: Thank you fat ass! That's so nice of you to say!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
Heather gets Smith up and slides him into the ring before hopping on the apron before landing a leg drop directly onto his throat. Heather slaps hands with a few of the fans before sliding back into the ring and immediately going for another cover.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: Another kickout! And just in time too!
SS: Smith Jones is a warrior, Desiree! A god damn warrior!
Jay: Desiree! I think Taint is trying to tell us something!
DM: Taint! Anything you want to share?
SS: Fuck you guys!
Heather gets Smith back up to his feet, and rocks him with a left... and a right before whipping him to the ropes. Smith comes back and Heather bends over for a backdrop... but Smith stops and kicks Heather in the face. Heather rises up and holds her face in pain. This gives Smith an advantage as he grabs Heather... and hits her with a Belly-to-back suplex. Smith immediately goes for a cover of his own...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Heather Monroe now with the kickout!
SS: Smith Jones always does work! That's just what he does! He's greatness you know!
Jay: And you are the notorious ass kisser! How much brown do you get on them lips?
SS: Shut up!
Jay: No! I will not listen to somebody who is inferior to me! Got it? Now make me a sammich and make it snappy, bitch!
SS: ...
Smith brings Heather back to her feet, and whips her into the ropes! He follows in after Heather... and hits a lariat that brings her to a seating point in the corner. Smith backs away for a moment before running up, and hitting a running facewash to the PCW Hall of Famer. Heather is laying on the mat but Smith drags her back up. He hits her with an uppercut to the jaw... and another... and another before kicking her in the gut and placing her in position...
DM: FISHERMAN SUPLEX! And he's got the pin attempt along with it!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: SO CLOSE! Just a split second away from victory Smith was!
Jay: He should know better than that, but when you're friends with a moronic disgrace to your own home country and an idiotic European who's a known addict, maybe knowing better is a stretch!
SS: Why the constant bagging?
Jay: I don't like Smith Jones and I am not even going to get into the other part! That's well documented as it is!
Smith stomps on Heather's chest before running the ropes. He hits a leg drop on the rebound. He quickly gets her back up and hits her with a few more chops before whipping her into a neutral corner. Smith runs in... and hits Heather with a Stinger Splash. Heather stumbles out and Smith grabs her... and hits her with the Pumphandle Suplex to keep the momentum in his favor.
SS: See there, Jay! The amounts of suplex's Smith dishes out is what you're going to have to deal with in two weeks!
Jay: Uh-huh! Yet our match is a Knockout match so that's not going to be as useful! He can't pin me, can't get DQ'ed, can't make me tap! He gotta knock me out cold!
SS: Which he will!
Jay: Whatever you say!
DM: Right now Smith might have the momentum, but this has been an even one throughout!
Jay: Both have turned it up a notch, but I wonder if they'll have anything left come two weeks time! Well I particularly don't care if Smith does or not but ya know what I'm saying!
DM: No doubt!
Heather gets back to her feet, but it doesn't prove to be of much use as Sith runs up... and floors her with a clothesline. Heather gets back up, and Smith changes it up by hitting her with a running forearm strike to the face. Heather gets up for the third time and Smith grabs her in hopes for another suplex of some kind.. but Heather gets out of it and appears behind Smith. Smith turns around, and Heather places him in position before hitting it...
DM: CLASS ACT! Heather with the Class Act to Smith Jones!
Jay: That was from out of nowhere and Heather gets time to recover!
SS: Come on Smith! Get up!
DM: The referee is about to begin the mandated ten count! If both competitors don't get up... then it's a draw!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!
Heather starts to stir, but so does Smith.
SIX!!!!
SEVEN!!!!
Heather uses the ropes to try and get up while Smith attempts the same thing.
EIGHT!!!!
NINE!!!!
TE---NO!!!!
Both Heather and Smith get to their feet before the ten count! The crowd is one hundred percent behind Heather Monroe. Both competitors look tired but they are up for the fight ahead. They get to the middle of the ring and Smith delivers a chop to the chest. But Heather fires back with one of her one. Now it's round three of the chop fest as they are going back and forth with the open handed chops to the chest area and the crowd is responding positively to it.
DM: Good god! Three times this has occurred! Talk about physicality!
SS: I'll give Heather credit! She's showing that she can hang with Smith when it comes to the physicality aspect! She hasn't gotten too fancy in the ring and she's doing fantastic!
Jay: Yeah, now beat that bastard! Beat him down!
Neither Heather or Smith gain the upperhand in the third chop fest they just put each other through. Smith goes for an irish whip, but Heather ain't having any of it as she reverses it into an irish whip of her own and Smith goes back first into the ropes. Smith comes back off the rebound... and Heather hits him with a Spinning back fist to the face that caught Smith Jones immediately on impact. Smith holds his face as he got rocked. Heather now kicks Smith in the leg and the Canadian athlete is holding his leg. This gives Heather the opportunity to hit another spinning backfist before going behind Smith and hooking him in position...
DM: INVERTED DDT! Heather drops Smith with the Inverted DDT!
SS: Huge move there and Smith is down!
Jay: And she's not done here guys!
Heather runs the ropes and as Smith gets back up, she hits him with a running bulldog. Heather quickly throws up a peace sign to huge cheers from the fans. She waits for Smith to get back to his feet. Smith does and there are red hand prints on his chest from the chops and a bruise on his face. Smith is up fully to a vertical base and Heather places him in position and hits him with a reverse STO. But Heather isn't done as she steps out onto the apron and goes to the top rope. Once Smith is in perfect position for her, she dives off and goes for it...
DM: CANDLE IN THE WIND! CANDLE IN THE WIND! HEATHER HIT SMITH WITH THE CANDLE IN THE WIND!
SS: She's used this move to win some big matches! Two title victories came of it!
Jay: And a final win on this show could be it as well!
DM: Well Heather's got the cover! Could she do it right here?
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THRE---NO!!!!
DM: GOOD GOD! SMITH JONES KICKS OUT!
SS: That was close! But thank god Smith kicked out!
Jay: I'm wondering how the hell that happened with a move that has won that lady in the ring the World title and got her the first of two reigns with a belt I currently hold!
Heather asks if that was a three, but the ref explains it was a two. Heather gets Smith back to his feet and whips him into a neutral corner. Smith hits the protective padding back first and is in pain. Heather runs in towards him... NO! Smith moves out of the way and Heather eats nothing but the padding. Heather stumbles out and Smith grabs Heather... and hits her with a German Suplex, with the bridging pin...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THRE---NO!!!!
DM: And Heather Monroe kicks out!
Jay: How great is this? An intense match between a Hall of Famer and somebody who thinks he'll be winning my belt? Great action!
SS: Smith Jones will become the Broadcast Champion! Fact!
Jay: Right! And you don't suck dick!
SS: ...
Jay: And again, you get owned! Not a surprise!
Smith barely gets to his feet, and Heather gets to hers. Heather tries for a clothesline, but Smith ducks and hits her with a side Russian leg sweep to take her down.
SS: See there you two? Smith Jones is in prime position to take this home! He's ready to head into Atlanta to win the Broadcast title!
Jay: Yeah... just too bad he'll be facing me!
Smith signals for the end and waits for Heather to get up. Heather gets up and Smith leaps up, going for it... POINT OF CONTROVERSY! NO! Heather grabs onto the ropes and Smith Jones falls onto his back. Heather rebounds and gets Smith up to his feet. She kicks him in the gut and hooks him in position as she goes for it...
DM: BEAUTIFUL BEATDOWN! HEATHER MONROE WITH THE BEAUTIFUL BEATDOWN TO SMITH JONES!
Jay: That piece of shit is out like a light which is exactly what I'm going to do at Wrestle Extravaganza III!
SS: Sure you will!
DM: Shut up, Taint! Heather has the cover! This should do it!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match up by pinfall... "THE CLASS ACT"... HEATHER MONROE!!!
"Eye of the Storm" by Killswitch Engage hits and the crowd cheers as Heather Monroe gets her hand raised in victory while Smith Jones drops to the outside.
DM: She did it! Heather Monroe has won her final match on Saturday Night Rapture!
SS: Good for her! But she has one more match at Wrestle Extravaganza III which is the World title rematch!
Jay: Yeah... now if you guys will excuse me for just a moment!
Jay gets up out of the announcer's seat, grabs his title and goes towards where Smith is at on the floor. Smith is about to get up and Jay waits patiently. Smith gets up and faces off with Jay. Jay smirks and flips Smith the bird. Smith gets enraged and starts brawling with Jay Thunder at ringside. The Broadcast Champion and his challenger brawl and it even gets into the stands where they are slugging the hell out of one another.
DM: Jay Thunder and Smith Jones aren't wasting anytime fighting one another before Wrestle Extravaganza III!
SS: They didn't want to wait and can you really blame Smith? That disrespectful punk flipped him the bird!
While Jay and Smith brawl with each other throughout the crowd. Adrien Cochrane is standing on the stage with the PCW World Heavyweight Championship belt on his shoulder. Heather Monroe turns to the stage and looks directly at the champ.
DM: Oooh! Stare down between the champion and challenger!
SS: Both of them are not only fighting for what Adrien has on his shoulder, but also for pride and the chance to headline our biggest show of the year!
Adrien raises the title in the air to cheers from the crowd. Heather nods her head and does the belt motion around her waist and the crowd also cheers.
DM: Both Adrien and Heather are getting love from the crowd! Absolute fan favorites in this company and only one of them can win!
SS: And this is the last time these two will be fighting because Heather's going to be inactive after the match!
DM: Unfortunately, we are all out of time! For Shannon Taint, I am Desiree Miles! See you guys in two weeks live from the Phillips Center in Atlanta, Georgia for Wrestle Extravaganza III: St. Valentine's Massacre, broadcasted for FREE on the Premium Television Network!
The very last image of this show consists of Heather and Adrien staring at one another and each proclaiming in their demeanors that THEY will be the PCW World Heavyweight Champion heading into Battle Finale III. From there, we...
Fade to Black.
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