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Post by Papi El Sueno on Feb 16, 2013 15:21:52 GMT -5
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Currently in the ring...Chris Marks! And his opponent, making her PCW debut...Reyna Carter!
DING DING DING
Chris Marks and Reyna Carter quickly lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. Marks gives the young rookie three consecutive arm drags before kicking at the back of Carter. Carter makes her way up and Marks goes for a clothesline, but Reyna ducks, grabs Marks and hits him with an inverted DDT before going for the first cover of the night.
1. . . . . 2. . . . . Kickout!
Marks kicks out at the count of two! Carter is not wasting anytime as she gets Marks to get to his feet, but Marks rebounds nicely with a few punches to the stomach and then the face. He somehow lands a knee to Carter's gut before hitting her with a suplex and then goes for the cover.
1. . . . . 2. . . . . Kickout!
Now Reyna kicks out at the count of two! He picks up Carter and whips her to the corner. He runs into the corner but catches a boot to the face for his troubles and falls to the ground. Reyna climbs to the top rope and lands on Marks with a leg drop across the throat. Marks rolls onto his stomach in pain. Carter gets up and starts to kick at Chris Marks. Carter taunts Marks and acts a little arrogant towards the fans who response with a not so nice reaction towards her. Carter rolls her eyes as Marks gets to his knees, but Carter answers with a shining wizard to the head. Carter quickly goes for the cover.
1. . . . . 2. . . . . Kickout!
Marks kicks out at the count of two! Marks seems to have been rocked by the knee from Reyna as he is slowly getting to his feet. Reyna goes for Inferiority Complex, but Marks holds on to the ropes and Carter lands on her back, missing the move entirely. Carter moves out of the way and Marks hits her with a clothesline. Marks follows up with another arm drag, then a hip toss, then he lands a back suplex after dodging a right from Carter. Marks, still groggy, picks Carter up but is met with an uppercut to the face. Marks takes a moment to recover. He turns back around, but Carter comes out of nowhere and follows through with Inferiority Complex. Marks is not moving and Carter goes for the cover.
1. . . . . 2. . . . . 3!
Jimmy Wilkes: The winner of the match...Reyna Carter!
"Hush Hush; Hush Hush" by Pussycat Dolls hits and Reyna Carter rolls out of the ring and walks up the ramp. Moments later, Marks rolls out of the ring and makes his way backstage. After both Carter and Marks went to the back. Johnny Phantom came out and attempted to strip naked but suddenly a video begins to play on the PremiumTron5000...
The video ends and the crowd cheers. Johnny Phantom looks around, scared shitless. Suddenly a rather large man with a black and red mask with the hood of his hoodie up, appears and lays Johnny out with a baseball bat. The man beats Johnny with it over and over again before picking him up, grabbing him by the throat and takes him down with a chokeslam before leaving the ring and hopping the barricade, leaving the place through the various amount of fans who are arriving to the building.
Once he has gone and once Johnny has been carried out of the arena, all of the fans have entered holding signs such as "We will miss Heather Monroe", "#WeBelieveInSynnykinz", "Team Lethality is Awesome", "We Love Adrien", "Please Come Back Full Time Mariano" and tons more. From there, Desiree Miles walks out to a huge ovation from the crowd while Shannon Saint gets booed majorly. They take their seats at the announce table waiting for their cue.
Jimmy Wilkes: Ladies and gentlemen, Wrestle Extravaganza III: St. Valentine's Massacre officially starts in 5...4...3...2...1...
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Feb 16, 2013 15:22:28 GMT -5
[We inch closer and closer to the date of April 27th, 2013. The date of the biggest annual event in Premium Championship Wrestling called Battle Finale! But that will come then. Tonight is the night where stuff for Battle Finale III will shape up. And this event is all for free and live on the Premium Television Network. We have seen some personal rivalries and feuds heat up within the last few shows and they all come to a head tonight.
Four championship matches, a meeting between two legends, friends and former rivals to put on a fantastic match for old times sake, a blood feud will be put to rest in a Last Man standing match while for the first and possibly only time ever, we will witness a Lightning Bolt Match between two legendary figures in this industry. Two tag team matches that are of major importance, a three way match to determine the next challenger for the PCW Broadcast Championship, and the ever so famous Scars of Wrestling Cup match returns with two upstarts and two legendary PCW Hall of Famers as the contestants.
We are Premium Championship Wrestling, and we are proud to present to all of you for FREE...]
WRESTLE EXTRAVAGANZA III: ST. VALENTINE'S MASSACRE
"Feel So Numb" by Rob Zombie blasts throughout the sound speakers in the Phillips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia as the soldout crowd of 19,445 people are on their feet, electrified for this event. Fireworks and pyro blast off from the entrance stage as red and blue colored lights that resemble the Atlanta Hawks are all over the arena. The fireworks and pyro die down as the focus switches to the commentator's table where Desiree Miles and Shannon Saint sit at ringside.
DM: Hello everybody and welcome to the free televised phenomenon known as Wrestle Extravaganza III: St. Valentine's Massacre! We are live from the Phillips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia! I am Desiree Miles along with Shannon Taint! We have a very strong card to present to all of you tonight!
SS: Oh you said it! Our main event being a two out of three falls match between Adrien Cochrane and Heather Monroe for the World Heavyweight Championship, a Last Man Standing Match between Syn and Yoshiru Long, Bull and Ape defending the PCW World Tag Team Championships against Da Xtreme Dynasty, Curtis and Magnus battle in a Lightning Bolt match, Jay and Smith Jones battle for the Broadcast title in a Knockout match and Jerry Matthews and Kai do battle for the Platinum Championship! This is going to be a fantastic night!
DM: And also our dark match earlier! We had Reyna Carter defeating Chris Marks, and Johnny Phantom got crushed by the returning Derek Jacobs after he went out attempting to streak! Johnny has been fired by the way!
SS: Good fucking riddance! He sucked shit anyways!
DM: Looks like we know Johnny Phantom will go down in the record books as that guy who amounted to jack shit in PCW! Anyway, let's get started with the fourteenth edition of the Scars of Wrestling Cup match!
Cut to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: This is your opening contest for WRESTLE EXTRAVAGANZA III: ST. VALENTINES MASSACRE! And it is the fourteenth edition of the SCARS OF WRESTLING CUP!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing the special guest referee! He is a co-founder of YouTube Championship Wrestling, and the creator of the Scars of Wrestling Cup... PCW Talent Scout and Ambassador... LEO HAWKINS!!!
"Fuel" by Metallica hits and the crowd lets out a cheer. Leo Hawkins enters the arena, and the crowd cheers even more for the creator of this cup. He walks down the ring and slaps hands with the fans before stepping on the steps and steps in-between the ropes to get into the ring. He shakes hands with Jimmy Wilkes and stands in the middle of the ring, ready to officiate this contest.
Jimmy Wilkes: Now the participants!
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 entrance way, arms casually behind his back, and looks around with a confidant smirk on his face.
Jimmy Wilkes: First, 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 participant number two!
"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.
Jimmy Wilkes: Now the third participant!
"I Came To Play" by Downstait hits and Draven Logan Kennedy comes out to the ramp, looking as pissed off as ever.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from London, Ohio, weighing in at 246 pounds! He is a member of the PCW Hall of Fame... "THE APOCALYPTIC MADMAN"... DRAVEN LOGAN KENNEDY!!!
He slowly walks down the ramp, smirking the entire way. He talks trash about the crowd before stepping on the steel steps and enters the ring. He goes to the top rope and looks into the crowd to more boos from the crowd. He hops down and looks rather angrily while standing in his corner.
Jimmy Wilkes: And the final participant!
"Still I Rise" by Shadows Fall hits and Danielle Lopez emerges from behind the curtain to an enormous reception from the crowd. She stands on the ramp and points at the crowd with a look of determination on her face.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, from San Diego, California. She is a member of the PCW Hall of Fame and the leader of Team Lethality... "THE LETHAL LATINA"... DANIELLE LOPEZ!!!
She walks down the ramp, all pumped up and ready for action. She tags a few hands before sliding in through the bottom rope. She points at the crowd before going to the top rope where she plays up to the audience. She hops off the ropes and waits for the match to begin with an intense and focused expression on her face.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And here we go! Wrestle Extravaganza III: St. Valentine's Massacre begins with the fourteenth edition of the Scars of Wrestling Cup!
SS: Anybody but Danielle Lopez and Hano Eiyu!
All four competitors fly from their respected corners and everyone is on the assault right away. Danielle and Draven shrug their shoulders and brawl with each other as Hano and Hoffman do the same. Hoffman grabs Hano and sends him back into the turnbuckle. He now sends his fists flying, knocking Hano upside the head over and over again, finally ending the combo with a quick elbow right under his jaw. He then grabs his arm and turns, throwing him into the ropes. Hano comes flying back and Hoffman takes him down with a double leg take down. He then quickly moves behind Hoffman and locks in an Indian Leglock. He pulls away as Hoffman screams out in pain and Leo checks on him.
DM: Submission time! Hano got a submission!
SS: Get to the ropes, Bruce! HERE COMES DRAVEN!
Draven enters the fray and drops an elbow onto Hano to break up the submission. Draven starts stomping on him repeatedly before getting him up and knocking him down with a scoop slam. Draven arrogantly celebrates and flips off the crowd which gets him a huge amount of boos. Little does he know that Danielle is behind him, waiting. Draven turns around, only for Danielle to hit him with a jumping enzuigiri to take him down. Hoffman gets to his feet and attacks "The Lethal Latina" and the crowd boos loudly.
SS: HEY! Don't boo him, you jackoffs! Show him some respect! He is a man of honor and class!
DM: Yeah... I'm sure he is, Taint!
SS: Are you being sassy with me?
DM: (rolls her eyes) You are beyond fucking lame! Just ridiculous!
Hoffman gets Danielle up and whips her into a corner. He runs in and hits her with a lariat. Danielle stumbles out... and Hoffman hits her with a belly to belly suplex. Hoffman quickly goes for the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: And Danielle kicks out!
SS: GOD DAMMIT! FUCKING BITCH! STAY DOWN!
DM: SHUT UP, TAINT!
Hoffman gets back up, but is quickly met with a hard chop from Hano. Hano delivers a second chop before whipping Hoffman to a neutral corner. Hano runs in... and hits a running knee lift to the face. Hano however mounts on top of Hoffman and punches him in the head repeatedly. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8...9...10! After the count of ten, Hano drops down and Hoffman drops down to the mat face first. Before Hano can even capitalize, Draven grabs him by the waist and throws him overhead...
DM: GERMAN SUPLEX! And a pin attempt here!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Hano kicks out!
SS: GOD DAMN YOU MARIANO FERNANDEZ WANNABE! WHY YOU KICK OUT?!
DM: OH EM GEE! Are you really that fucking stupid? Let's see... uhh, he wants to win the FUCKING MATCH! That's why he kicked out you moron!
SS: ....
Draven gets up and goes out of the ring and grabs a steel chair before sliding back in. He smacks the chair against the mat as he awaits for Hano to get up. Hano gets to his feet and Draven goes for his head... NO! HANO DUCKED! As Draven missed, Danielle was on the apron and springboarded off the middle of the ropes... HURRICANRANA! Draven just got dropped with a Hurricanrana and accidentally, his head smashes against the steel chair. Danielle returns to her feet and warns Hano of Hoffman coming. Hoffman comes at Danielle, who ducks and runs into a dropkick by Hano Eiyu.
DM: Good awareness by Danielle Lopez... and it helped out Hano immediately!
SS: Ugh! This is really boring!
DM: Oh shut up you shit! You don't shit about entertainment! Isn't it past your bed time already?
SS: I DON'T HAVE A FUCKING BED TIME!
DM: Don't have to yell at me, fat ass! I can hear you from right here! Fucking idiot!
Hoffman rolls out of the ring and Hano goes after him. Meanwhile, Danielle stomps her foot on the ground and waits for Draven to get to his feet as she is signaling for the move that has finished off a lot of big names in PCW history. Draven gets to his feet and turns around. As he does that, Danielle lifts her foot up and connects...
DM: POTENTIAL BRAIN DAMAGE! Danielle DRILLED Draven in the skull with the Roundhouse kick! This one is over for Draven!
SS: Yep! Pretty much!
DM: Danielle with the cover!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Draven Logan Kennedy has been eliminated!
SS: Hit the showers, Draven!
DM: We're now down to just three!
One the arena floor, Hoffman and Hano battle it out. Hoffman gains the upperhand before getting Hano back into the ring and getting in himself. As he gets in, Danielle springs off the ropes... and DRILLS Hoffman with Springboard Potential Brain Damage to take him down. Danielle raises her fist to cheers from the crowd. Hano gets back to his feet and the two of them face off before looking back at Hoffman and nod their heads in unison, forming an alliance to try and eliminate Hoffman.
DM: Looks like Hano Eiyu has struck a deal with Team Lethality's leader to work together!
SS: This is unfair! UNFAIR!
DM: Quit whining! God, you're annoying the hell out of me and this is only the first match of the night!
Hano Eiyu charges at Hoffman, hitting him with big right hands and pushes him into the corner. He starts to hit him with big boots to the midsection as Danielle looks on and watches the beatdown. Hano backs away and now it's Danielle who delivers some shots of her own to Hoffman. Kicks and punches galore. Danielle steps away and Hoffman stumbles out. Both Danielle and Hano hook Hoffman in position and hit him with a double team move...
DM: Double Suplex and Hoffman is down!
SS: I hate those two, but damn this union has worked out well!
DM: Two human beings who employ honor and respect are working together to bring down the forces of evil! That's what they do!
With Hoffman down, Danielle and Hano shrug their shoulders and get to battle. Both competitors start trading kicks and punches with neither getting the upperhand. But that doesn't last long as Hano goes for a kick, but Danielle blocks it... and hits a spinning heel kick to the jaw of the young competitor. She gets Hano back up and delivers a quick snap suplex before dragging hm back up for another.
DM: Danielle Lopez has always shown that she can do things that are deemed impossible and this is one of those things!
SS: I'll admit, she has made a career out of defying the odds! We have seen that time after time here in PCW! But I still don't like her!
DM: Yeah, yeah! We know you don't! Now no complaining!
Danielle gets back up and climbs the turnbuckle. She waits for Hano to get back up. Hano gets up and Danielle dives off, hoping for something big... but Hano delivers a dropkick to her while she was in mid-air and down goes the PCW Hall of Famer. Danielle rolls out of the ring and now it's Hano who is the only one standing.
DM: Gotta admit, I'm impressed here by young Hano Eiyu! He's been showing the goods and it was damn evident here!
SS: Eh! Don't jump the gun! Let's see if this runt even lasts through this portion of the match!
DM: Okay, Sherman Klump! We'll do that!
SS: Sherman Klump?
DM: He's the main character from The Nutty Professor! Jesus Christ, everybody knows that!
Hano Eiyu is only standing, but that doesn't last long as Hoffman gets up and delivers a few blows to him to get it back in his favor. Hoffman delivers a backfist to the bridge of the nose. Hano is hurting and Hoffman capitalizes and hits him with a Butterfly Suplex. Hoffman is now the only one left standing and he takes a bow which gets him a huge amount of boos from the fans in Atlanta. Hoffman doesn't pay any mind to them as he gets Hano back up to a vertical standing. Hoffman kicks him in the gut and goes for it...
DM: HONOR DRIVER... NO!!! Hano reverses it into a victory roll and Hano now has the pin! This could do it!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
Hoffman quickly kicks out at two! Hano gets up but Hoffman quickly nails him with a knee to the face. Hoffman's expression changes from cocky to straight up angry as he gets Hano to his feet again and whips him into the turnbuckle. Hoffman runs in and goes for a clothesline... NO! Hano moves out of the way and Hoffman hits nothing but turnbuckle. He stumbles out and Hano grabs him... and hits him with an Inverted DDT, but he's also down as well.
DM: Hano recovers nicely and Hoffman is getting his bell rung!
SS: This is bullshit! Bullshit I tell you! This fucking Japanese eggroll just has to dominate!
DM: Eggrolls is classified as Chinese food, you fat retard! Learn some facts before trying to insult somebody!
In the midst of this, Danielle Lopez rolls back into the ring. She waits for anybody to get up. Hoffman and Hano are trying here and both get up at the same time. Hoffman is a bit dazed, but turns around... and gets hit with the move that won the 2012 PCW Move of the Year award, Potential Brain Damage. Hoffman goes down like a sack of potatoes. Hano now goes to the top rope and hits it...
DM: FENIKKUSU NENSHO THIRD STYLE SWORD MOVEMENT!
SS: Say what?
DM: That's what Hano Eiyu calls the Shooting Star Leg Drop he does!
SS: Oh! Fucking japs!
DM: Stop being racist! Hano has the cover!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Bruce Hoffman has been eliminated!
DM: And now we are down to Danielle Lopez and Hano Eiyu to determine the winner of this match!
SS: Oh god!
DM: Don't commentate if you don't like it, idiot!
Danielle and Hano look around and the crowd cheers for them both. They shake hands before locking up with Hano gaining the upperhand early with a side headlock. Heather shoves Hano into the ropes. Hano off the rebound... and Hano connects with a heel kick to the jaw. Hano staying on "The Lethal Latina" and hits her with a series of kicks. He runs up to Danielle and hits her with a low dropkick.
DM: Hano's got the early edge in the battle between two fan favorites!
SS: BORING!
DM: Oh shut up, Shannon! Your bitching and moaning about this match is really pissing me off, considering that both Danielle and Hano have been phenomenal so far!
Danielle is now to a vertical standing. Hano goes for a kick, but Danielle ducks and reverses it into a jawbreaker. Hano is a little stunned and this gives the opportunity for Danielle to grab him in position... and hit him with a Snap Suplex. And immediately, Danielle hooks the leg for the cover.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: And Hano kicks out at two!
SS: Heh!
DM: Oh my god! Really, Shannon? Just call the match and let's enjoy it because it's a damn good match to open up the show!
Danielle gets Hano up to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle. Danielle runs after him... and plants a shoulder into the mid-section. Hano gets out of the corner, only for Danielle to pick him up and place him in a tree-of-woe position. Danielle backs away for a moment before she runs up to Hano with a full head of steam... and she just hit him with a dropkick while Hano was in the tree-of-woe position.
DM: Ouch! That had to hurt! This is the type of offense that Danielle has made herself known with!
SS: I wouldn't want to be in position!
DM: If your fat ass was in the tree-of-woe position... the damn turnbuckle would break!
SS: Stop making fun of my weight! You're hurting my feelings!
DM: Does your feelings matter?
SS: I think...
DM: IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU THINK! NOW SHUT UP!
Danielle now drags Felton to the middle of the ring. She goes to apply a body scissors, but Hano instead decides to fight out of it even though Danielle has the scissors locked in pretty good. Hano eventually gets to a vertical base with Danielle on his back. He places her on her shoulders... and drops her down with a Fireman's Carry that turns into a double knee gutbuster. Immediately, Hano goes for the pin.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
And Danielle now is the one to kick out! Hano gets Danielle back to her feet and delivers a forearm to the face. He delivers another one... and another one to rock Danielle back. Hano sizes her up and runs up... Jumping Leg Lariat! Hano Eiyu with the Jumping Leg Lariat to Danielle Lopez. But just as quickly, Hano gets Danielle back to her feet, and delivers a knife edge chop to the chest. Hano follows up by whipping Danielle to the ropes. Danielle back off the rebound... and Hano with the Flapjack drop to take Danielle down.
DM: Now it's Hano with the advantage here!
SS: I can't root for either of these two! Too much hatred!
DM: Nobody gives a shit what you think anyways! Hano stepping out onto the apron and goes to the top. He dives off... MOONSAULT! NO! Danielle rolls out of the way and Hano misses!
SS: And both competitors are down on the mat!
DM: True! And now Leo Hawkins is about to do the ten count!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!
SIX!!!!
SEVEN!!!!
EIGHT!!!!
NINE!!!!
DM: And both are up before the ten count!
SS: This should be the closing stretch of this match!
DM: Indeed! One's a hall of famer and the other has shown great strides since his debut two weeks ago! If Hano can stick with it, he'll make it very far in this company!
Hano and Danielle start trading blows with one another. Hano with a right... Danielle with a left... Hano with a right... Danielle with a left. Both combatants are going back and forth here. Hano tries for another right, but Danielle ducks and hits a left... and then a right... and a left... and a right before knocking Hano down with a huge clothesline. Danielle waits for Hano to get up, which he does and Danielle hits him with a spinning heel kick. Hano gets up a second time... and the same result occurs. Hano gets up for a third time, and this time by... Danielle hits him with a charging 180º spinning facebuster she calls The Lethal Curse. Danielle quickly goes for the cover.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: Holy shit! Just in time does Hano kick out!
The crowd is stunned that Hano kicked out of that one. Danielle signals to go to the top which she does. She waits for Hano to get up and he does just that. Danielle dives off... and hits a Missle Dropkick to Hano Eiyu.
DM: "The Lethal Latina" is in complete control of this one! It's looking to be business as usual for the PCW Hall of Famer!
SS: -sighs-
DM: Here we go again! More misery from my fat ass commentating partner!
Danielle gets back up and claps her hands together which the crowd goes along with it as they are anticipating for Hano to get back up. Hano gets up and Danielle kicks him in the gut... and hits him with a Fisherman Suplex. She has the pin, but during it, Hano also manages to get a pin attempt done on Danielle. Leo Hawkins begins to count the fall...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
SS: Okay, who the hell won this thing?
DM: There was a double pin situation! I'm not sure!
Leo Hawkins tries to sort this issue out, but immediately, "II Trill" hits and out comes James Baker with not one, but TWO Scars of Wrestling Cup trophies. He gets in the ring and places the trophies down before grabbing the microphone and begins to speak.
James Baker: Now let's give a round of applause for Hano Eiyu and Danielle Lopez for this great match up.
The crowd cheers the efforts of both these fan favorites.
James Baker: Now since we have a double pin situation. Not only will this match be a draw...
The crowd boos.
James Baker: But I'm going to give both Danielle and Hano the cup. This will be Danielle's second Scars of Wrestling Cup while Hano has his first. Remember, three of these bad boys gives you an opportunity at the big prize. Here's your cups and enjoy.
James gives the cups to both Danielle and Hano before leaving the ring. Hano and Danielle look on before at each other. The two shake hands and celebrate with their trophies as the crowd cheers on.
DM: James Baker lays down the law and in the end, both Danielle and Hano were rewarded for their hard work!
SS: Let's give everybody a fucking trophy then! Neither won shit!
DM: But they didn't lose either!
SS: I don't give a shit!
DM: Just like nobody cares about your insignificant opinion! -sigh- Let's take our first commercial break! We'll be back with more Wrestle Extravaganza III after these messages!
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Feb 16, 2013 15:23:12 GMT -5
We come back from break and “Long Black Train” by Josh Turner hits over the arena’s sound system, and immediately the crowd begins to boo. After a few moments, “The Evangelist” Jerry Matthews and Deacon Jeremiah appear at the top of the entrance ramp and head towards the ring. Matthews is wearing his white suit and black dress shirt, and Deacon Jeremiah is wearing his contrasting garb. Matthews has the Platinum Championship around his waist, but he is also brandishing a fresh bandage on his forehead. Both Matthews and the Deacon slide in the ring underneath the bottom rope. He has a microphone and waits until the crowd stops booing before he addresses them.
Matthews: What a displeasure it is, and I can emphasize that enough to be here in Atlanta on a show named after the unholiest of all holidays, St. Valentine’s Day.
The crowd’s previous booing begins to pick up again.
Matthews: As you can see, due to my increasingly active road and training schedule, I have suffered a recent injury to my head. Doctors are calling it a mild concussion. And, while all you already know that I had a scheduled title defense tonight against that maniac Kai, I have not been medically cleared to compete here tonight.
The crowd begins to throw garbage at Matthews at the news, realizing they’re potentially getting screwed out of one of the more high profile matchups on the card.
Matthews: As a result, you will not be seeing me putting this title on the line tonight, not that any of you had even earned the right to see me wrestle in the first place. In that respect, you’re all similar to Kai, because there is no way in hell that he’ll be facing me in the ring here tonight.
Suddenly "II Trill" hits and the crowd cheers as James Baker comes out, dressed in the gear he's going to be wrestling in later tonight. He has a microphone in hand and begins to speak.
James Baker: Now now, did I hear correct. You said you're not going to face Kai in the ring tonight. Am I correct?
Matthews says yes. James nods his head and continues.
James Baker: Well, there's a problem with that Jerry. You see, we have an advertised Platinum Championship match and like it or not, Kai earned his shot at that championship. Doctors note or no doctors note, we are having a match.
James pauses for a moment as he goes to correct himself.
James Baker: And as for your little "mild concussion". We'll have PCW medical personnel take a look at it. So you're not weaseling your ass out of this thing. And if you don't compete... there is always the option of oh I don't know, stripping you of the very title you hold. Now we don't want that, now do we?
The crowd cheers and Matthews and Jeremiah are pissed. James smirks and continues.
James Baker: So my suggestion. Get yourself to the back, put on your gear, lace up the boots and prepare to fight for not just your title, but for the honor of this company as a whole. You don't want one of Syn's Disciple's taking your belt, right?
Matthews stares a hole in the GM.
James Baker: Now I bid you farewell for the time being and for you two to get to the back so this show can go on.
"II Trill" hits and James Baker drops the mic before going to the back. Matthews and Jeremiah still stand in the ring, not too happy about what James just said.
DM: James Baker laying down the law and Jerry Matthews isn't happy!
SS: He shouldn't! Baker's abusing his power and it's not right!
DM: You sir, are an idiot! He's giving the people the high profile match that was ADVERTISED! Of course, you wouldn't be in favor of that since you know... you were the one who ran this company into the ground in it's first stint!
SS: I DIDN'T KILL PCW!
DM: Right! Suuuuuure you didn't! But anyway, let's send it to Jimmy Wilkes as up next, we will determine who will fight for the PCW Broadcast Championship in two weeks time on the fiftieth episode of Saturday Night Rapture!
Cut to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following triple threat contest is scheduled for one fall and the winner will face either Jay Thunder of Smith Jones for the PCW Broadcast Championship on the next edition of Saturday Night Rapture!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
"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.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
"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 their opponent!
"Sandpaper" by Fozzy hits the PA and the lights flash for about 5 seconds then the lights go normal and a loud boom is heard and Triple M comes out.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 213 pounds... TRIPLE M!!!
He walks down to the ring and he grabs the ropes and jumps in the ring. Then he gets on the turnbuckle and taunts then jumps off the turnbuckle and waits.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And Brian Stryker wastes absolutely no time in starting this match, as he jumps right on Mya from the get go!
SS: I wouldn't waste any time jumping on Mya Denton either, Desiree! In fact, I'd do much more than jump on her if you know what I mean!
DM: I didn't need to know that thank you very much!
SS: Sharing is caring!
DM: Shut the fuck up before I break your nose again!
Stryker launches a flurry of stomps onto the startled Mya Denton, but Triple M quickly intervenes with a flurry of forearms to Stryker's face. The referee goes to make sure Mya is OK, and Stryker takes advantage of the lack of officiating by delivering a thumb to Triple M's eye to slow him down. Stryker grabs Triple M by the face... and slams him down onto the mat. He poses for the fans who cheer him on in return. Mya however, has climbed to her feet and spins Stryker around... and hits him with an impressive head scissors. Mya immediately goes for the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
Triple M breaks up the fall! He wastes no time in performing a school boy on Mya...
ONE!!!!
Before the count of two, Stryker breaks it up. Stryker and Triple M both climb to their feet, and Stryker rushes forward with a football tackle knocking Triple M right back to his feet. Stryker stops just for a moment to pay homage to the crowd before making his way to the top rope. Mya Denton climbs to her feet, only to be met by a Diving Body Press from the top rope, right into a pinfall attempt...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: What a move by Brian Stryker, and somehow Mya Denton was able to kick out of that!
SS: There is no quit in Mya Denton and no quit in that idiot Brian Stryker!
DM: Ah, still butthurt I see!
SS: He'll get his! Trust me on that!
Stryker asks if that was three, but is informed of it just being a two count. However his interaction with the referee proves to be a downfall for him as Triple M grabs him from behind... and drops him with an Inverted DDT! Triple M goes beside Stryker and lands a picture perfect standing moonsault before hooking the leg for the pin attempt...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: And Brian Stryker kicks out!
SS: I can't say no there! I hate Stryker, but I don't like Triple M either!
DM: What competitor in this one do you like?
SS: Mya Denton... and that's only because I want to fuck her!
DM: -sigh- Fucking sicko!
Triple M lifts Stryker up to his feet and drags him over to a corner. He lifts Stryker to the top rope before climbing up himself. He tries for a superplex of some kind, but Stryker's fighting him off with a blow to the head. He lands a second one... and a third... and a fourth. Meanwhile, Mya Denton gets back to her feet and leaps up to Triple M... and hits an Inverted Hurricanrana from the top to take him down.
DM: HOLY FUCKING SHIT! MYA WITH THE INVERTED HURRICANRANA FROM THE TOP! WOW!
SS: How in the FUCK did she pull that off?
DM: I don't know, but she did and she did a damn good job of it too! I'm impressed!
The fans are chanting "Holy shit" as Triple M is down on the mat. Mya starts to get up and Stryker flies off... hitting a missle dropkick to take her down. Stryker doesn't waste anytime as he gets Mya up to her feet. He kicks her in the gut and hooks her in position... STRYKE OUT! Stryker with the Double Arm DDT to Mya Denton. Stryker quickly goes for the pinfall...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: Triple M breaks up the fall!
SS: Thank god! Not because of that idiot Triple M, but because Stryker would have won!
DM: Either way, the Stryke Out really put a number on Mya Denton and it's gonna be hard for her to shake it off!
With Stryker now out of the equation, Triple M lifts Mya to her feet and slams her to the mat before climbing to the top ropes himself. Triple M goes for a Frog Splash... but Mya rolls out of the way and Triple M hits nothing but the mat. Mya gets to her feet, whips herself off the ropes... and hits Triple M with the Shining Wizard. Before Mya could go for the pin, Stryker gets back to his feet, kicks Mya in the gut and goes for it...
DM: STRYKE OUT! Stryker hits the Stryke Out for the second time in this match!
SS: NO! DAMMIT! DAMMIT! DAMMIT!
DM: You think he's done here? He's not! He goes to the top rope and flies off... AIR STRYKE! AIR STRYKE TO TRIPLE M! And here's the cover!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall and will go on to face either Smith Jones or Jay Thunder in two weeks for the PCW Broadcast Championship... "THE KID"... BRIAN STRYKER!!!
"Down With the Sickness" by Disturbed plays and the fans cheer as Brian Stryker is declared the winner.
DM: Brian Stryker with the huge victory and he is now the number one contender for the PCW Broadcast Championship!
SS: FUCK! This is bullshit! Nobody wanted him to win!
DM: Are you high? Look at the screaming fans who are in his corner! If that's not support... I don't know what is!
SS: Heh! It still sucks though!
DM: Whatever! 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 16, 2013 15:23:48 GMT -5
Jimmy Wilkes: The following TAG-TEAM match is scheduled for ONE FALL!
"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: At a combined weight of 470 pounds... The team of "Nitemare" Damon Warrens, and "The Redeemer" Liam Reilly... 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.
SS: These guys are going to head our tag team division very soon! I'm excited!
DM: I could have sworn you hated gay people!
SS: Damon's marvelous! You hear me... MARVELOUS!
DM: ... okay then!
Jimmy Wilkes: And their opponents!
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. Dante Daevain methodically makes his appearance from the stage area and looks around the crowd, surveying them. In Dante's right hand is an apple.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first, from The PAC, hailing from the First Heaven, and 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 while the entraceway is still being lit up by fire. As Dante confidently makes his way to the ring, he chooses an audience member, a young member, and hands them the apple with a smirk on his face. Dante keeps that carefree and confident look upon his face until he reaches the ring and enters it. The entranceway and stage fire ceases 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...
SS: Well? Where's his tag team partner?
The lights of the arena stay on after Dante's entrance. There seems to be some confusion as to what music to play as it sounds like a record scratching throughout the arena. Suddenly "Let's Get Retarded" by the Black Eyed Peas blares through the P.A. system of the Phillips arena. As the song plays we see no one coming out from the backstage area...until suddenly Sir David the Retarded Barbed-Wire Wrapped Midget with A Taco comes sliding from behind the curtain on an extended skateboard.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his tag team partner... Sir David the Retarded Barbed-Wire Wrapped Midget with a Taco!!!
DM: Hn?
SS: What the hell kind of name is that?
David screams with elation as he goes sailing straight off of the stage area with a loud crash. His music continues to play as he picks himself up from the floor and immediately begins to waddle his way down to the ring via the side of the entrance ramp. Once to the ring, David runs around it looking for the door to get in. With a big sigh, Dante Daevain hops out of the ring and chases David around the ring before snatching him up and tossing him into the ring by the back of his wrestling attire. The crowd cheers wildly as David looks around in amazement. David then fetches a Taco out from the crotch area of his tights and begins to eat it as he steps out onto the apron of the ring and Dante gets set to begin the match.
DM: I do not understand this at all.
SS: What in the green fuck is going on here!?
Before the bell can ring, the lights go out in the arena and there is frantic going on for everybody. When they come back up, instead of Sir David the Retarded Barbed-Wire Wrapped Midget with a Taco, it is none other than The Phantom, the longtime tag team partner of Dante Daevain and David is nowhere to be found.
DM: OH... MY... GOD! THAT'S... THAT'S THE PHANTOM! Last time he was here, Dante and David betrayed him and that cost them to lose the PCW World Tag Team Titles to Jay Thunder and Kai!
SS: WHERE THE FUCK IS DAVID?! HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE THE PARTNER!
DM: The match technically hasn't started yet so they can do whatever the fuck they want!
*DING DING DING!*
DM: And here we go. This match up is underway.
SS: Liam and Dante start things off for their teams. They go for a collar and elbow tie-up, with neithis man able to gain the advantage. They lock up once more, and this time, Dante gets the upperhand by turning it into a side headlock.Come on Dante. You can do this.
DM: Liam pushes Dante off of him and causes him to shoot off the ropes. Dante comes back off the rebound... Liam with a beautiful dropkick to Dante's face! Dante gets back to his feet, but is met with a right kick to the chest. Liam with a series of kicks. A left to Dante's mid-section, and a right, and a left, and anothis right. Liam has Dante reeling. Liam bounces off the ropes and runs towards Dante... Spinebuster by Dante! Dante reversed Liam's momentum into a Spinebuster!
SS: Dante has the where-with-all to counter the fast paced style that Liam exhbits. If he continues to do this, he and Phantom might break through with a victory.
DM: That could be true because anything can happen here in PCW. Dante now on the attack as he is stomping away on Liam's mid-section. Dante lets up and poses to a huge array of cheers from them. Dante however does not stop there as he grabs Liam's leg and repeatedly stomps on it.
SS: Alright! Take his fucking legs out.
DM: Jesus fucking Christ, there's something wrong with you. Damn. Dante goes after Liam's leg again, but Liam uses his good leg and starts kicking Dante in the face to keep him at bay. Liam manages to make it to his feet and goes for a right hand, but Dante blocks it and turns it into a right of his own. Dante with a left! And a right! Liam is reeling as he's backed in to the ropes! Dante with a boot to the gut, and he shoots Liam across the ring! Liam off the rebound... and Dante catches him with a thunderous scoop powerslam.
SS: Beautiful move, Dante! You got him down. Good job!
DM: As much as I hate your disgusting cheerleading. Dante did execute a perfectly timed move right there, but he has to stay on Liam if he wants to win this thing.
SS: Don't worry. He will. Have a little faith.
DM: You are so annoying. Making my fucking head hurt.
Dante dragging Liam back to his feet. He goes for a right hand, but Liam ducks it and hits a Martial arts like kick with his good legs. Dante goes for anothis punch, but this time, Liam swipes Dante's legs to cause him to go down on the mat. Liam limps to his corner and makes the tag to Jerry Damon, who wastes no time in getting in the ring. Dante sees Damon, and looks over at David, who is begging to get into this match. Dante tags The Phantom in, and he goes into the ring.
DM: Now it is Damon against David squaring off.
SS: The Phantom is definitely more superior than Damon.
DM: You might be right. Damon and The Phantom lock up. Damon with a side headlock. The Phantom attempts to shoot his off the ropes, but Damon blocks it with a boot to the gut. Damon grabs Phantom by the hair and executes a Snapmare to his, followed up by a Shining Wizard to the face. Damon immediately hooks the leg for the cover...!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
KICKOUT!!!
DM: And Phantom kicks out of that one! Damon gets Phantom back to his feet and sends his to the corner. he follows in for a clothesline, but Phantom gets the boots up! Phantom on the second turnbuckle as Damon stumbles out... Phantom summersaults over Damon... SPRINGBOARD BODY BLOCK!!! NO! Damon holds Phantom's legs and slingshots his chest first in to the corner!
SS: HA! TAKE HIM DOWN!
DM: Weren't you just cheering for The Pac?
SS: Heh!
DM: Unbelievable. Damon drags Phantom to the middle of the ring. he goes on the turnbuckle... DIVING HEADBUTT!!! NO!!! Phantom moved out of the way and Damon crahed down on the mat hard. Phantom gets up and also gets Damon to his knees. Phantom then hooks Damon up in position... FISHERMAN SUPLEX!!! Phantom with the Fisherman Suplex and he got the leg hooked for the pin attempt!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
KICKOUT!!!
DM: Damon kicks out at two! David glances over at the referee with an angry expression on his face. Phantom stalks Damon and starts planting his with a series of stomps to the mid-section. he follows that up by kicking his in the stomach with the toe end of his boot. Damon is in a bad way right now.
SS: Yeah, but look at Phantom. Damn, he's posing for all these fucking idiots. God, I hate it.
DM: Well THESE FANS pay yours and everybody else's salary, and without them, there would be no PCW, now wouldn't there?
SS: All I care about is my moolah!
DM: No wonder why everybody thinks you are a moron which is pretty god damn accurate if you ask me!
The Phantom now back to his feet and bows to the fans who respond back by showering his with a thunderous amount of cheers. Phantom like a madman possessed starts kicking away at Damon, enough to where the referee is forced to interject himself into this. Phantom however, gets in the referee's face and starts to tell him off. As he is doing so, Damon gets back to his feet and is now behind Phantom. Phantom turns around and Damon grabs his and places his in position... DDT! Damon hit a nice looking DDT on Phantom. Damon drags Phantom over to a certain part of the ring before returning to the opposite side. he raises his fist in the air before deciding to grab him...
DM: BADD DREAM!!! BADD DREAM!!! Damon just hit The Phantom with the Badd Dream!
SS: There are no words with which I can say what I think of this guy using this move...
DM: You already know of what I think of the idiot who used it prior to Damon adopting it as his own!
SS: Yeah, but the only problem here is that Damon is also down in the ring. After the punishment he has taken. It was only inevitable that he would eventually get to the point where he would have to crawl his way over to his corner!
DM: Mhmm! The referee looks at both men and begins his mandated ten count!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
FIVE!!!
SIX!!!
SEVEN!!!
EIGHT!!!
NINE!!!
TE---NO!!!
Damon is back to his feet, as well as The Phantom to beat the ten count. Damon leaps over to his corner and makes the tag to Liam while Phantom does the same and tags in Dante. Both the men get into the ring. Dante goes after Liam, but Liam ducks it and kicks Dante in the shin. Liam steps back, then steps up and hits a clothesline. Dante gets back up, but is met with a second consecutive clothesline. Dante gets up for a third time, but is met with the same result. Dante gets up for a fourth time, except this time, Liam hits him with a beautifully executed Dropkick to the face.
DM: Liam now with the upperhand and his team officially back in this contest.
SS: He's got it all right now, but one slip up and he and Damon are fucked.
DM: And I hope you slip and break your hip and are confined to a wheel chair for life, Shannon. Piece of fucking shit.
SS: And I hope you choke to death.
DM: One more smartass comment and I'll choke YOU to death.
SS: Gulp! Okay. Hn.
Liam now bows to the crowd before he concentrates on Dante. He gets Dante back to his feet and executes a knife edge chop to the chest. Liam does another one, and another one, and another one until Dante's chest is bare red. Liam now bounces off the ropes and runs toward Dante... Clothesline! NO! Dante ducked it, but wait! Liam catches Dante with a boot to the gut! He picks him up in a pumphandle and hoists him up in the air...
DM: REDEMPTION DENIED!!! Pumphandle Belly-To-Belly Seated Piledriver connects!
SS: YES! YES! YES!!
DM: LIAM WITH THE COVER!
ONE!
The Phantom taking off to break up the count..
TWO!
.. BUT DAMON SENDS HIM AWAY WITH A FLYING HEADSCISSORS OFF THE TOP ROPE!
THREE!
*DING DING DING!*
SS: HA! TAKE THAT, HATERS! TAKE FUCKING THAT!
DM: You didn't even bet on them you fucking idiot! Brilliant tag team action! NOW PAY ME MY MONEY!
Jimmy Wilkes: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS... THE TEAM OF LIAM REILLY AND DAMON WARRENS... 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: Chalk up another victory for Order and Chaos! This time over a tandem who not long ago held the PCW World Tag Team titles!
SS: They're destined for greatness, Desiree! They're destined for fucking greatness! We should celebrate this proud moment!
DM: We?
SS: Yeah! Everybody in this arena should celebrate their greatness!
DM: You are their only fan, idiot! I have no problem with Damon and Liam as people and as in-ring competitors, but the fans... they flat out don't like these guys!
SS: Which is stupid but these people are morons so there's that!
DM: A moron calling others that same term? How amusing! Let's take a break from the action! Don't you dare turn away from the station because we'll be right back!
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Feb 16, 2013 15:24:33 GMT -5
Back from the break and in the interview section stands none other than Monica Garcia.
Monica Garcia: I am standing by with none other than the General Manager of this company. Our boss, James Baker.
The camera pans to James and the sold out crowd cheers loudly.
Monica Garcia: James. Just shortly, you will be competing one on one against Mariano Fernandez, first time since the June 20th, 2009 edition of the CWF's Saturday Night Showdown program. How are you feeling at the moment?
James Baker: Well tonight, it's on. It's mother fucking on. First time in a long freakin' time I get to do battle with one Mariano Fernandez. How am I feeling perhaps? Ecstatic and this isn't something I experience too often, but I'm feeling a little goosebumps, yo.
Monica Garcia: Nervous?
James Baker: You can say that. As I said, it's been a long time since Mariano and I faced each other. Last time we met, well we were bitter rivals and this time, we have the upmost respect for one another.
Monica Garcia: What is your strategy as the match draws closer?
James Baker: Now if I told you that, then everybody would know, but I'm not gonna say shit. The only thing I give a shit about is helping Mariano give the people the best possible match we can give. And when it's all said and done, we can say that we left it all out there regardless of who wins and loses.
Monica Garcia: Now is there anything else you would like to say?
James Baker: Hmm. Well I do have a little something something, but I'm going to wait to say this in two weeks on Rapture. It's a little announcement if you will. I'm going to right a wrong... to a point.
Monica Garcia: What do you mean to a point?
James Baker: Because I know there are those that will say I need to go all the way in this little announcement, but I only mean to a point because there are some things that I do feel need to be corrected. You'll understand when it's made.
Monica Garcia: Good point.
James Baker: And another thing. From this point forward, I'm just going to start concentrating on the more important things in life and do my job properly instead of concerning myself with those who are of the unimportant. You know, like those Order and Chaos guys, the New Era, whatever the fuck those morons want to call themselves. They can continue their little vendetta against me. But it won't make two shits difference to me because I'm not going to pay attention to them. People like them mean nothing to me. They're not worthy of my time. They're of no significance whatsoever.
But that doesn't matter right now because I'm not done speaking yet. I did watch Mariano's promo on Tuesday and I must say, I am very flattered and honored to be called a visionary. And that means a hell of a lot coming from somebody of Mariano's character. The type of man he is. He's a good dude and I view him like a brother. Hell, we do share a brotherhood, alongside Leon Lonewolf and Terry Richards. While having separate paths, we do share a common bond that was started in that disease plagued company, and it grew as PCW formed after said disease company was closed down. His comparison of the four of us to the Beatles is accurate because like them, we are talented people who just so happen to entertain the people for a living. Mariano is also correct when we are those who are working together so that people would get the chance that the brass over in the CWF didn’t want to give us, putting a glass ceiling above our heads. And that we have been working together to give others the opportunities they deserve since this company was formed from the ashes of two independent promotions called YouTube Championship Wrestling and Inferno Championship Wrestling, both whom were small, barely made money and were torn and ravaged by civil warfare and we turned that shit into the multi billionaire company it is today.
During the early days of this company, the four of us were even wondering "would the same bullshit we experienced in the CWF happen here", but as Mariano pointed out - we as well as the rest of the men and women on the PCW roster stood united and the army bitch and his old broken down has been boyfriend who tried to make PCW go the same path as they did to the CWF - were sent packing to god knows where. They say friendships and brotherhoods are formed for life during these trying times, and in the case of Mariano, Terry, Leon and myself - that rings true. The four of us suffered at the hands of that bullshit in the CWF, but we stood united and fought it off.
And look where PCW is today. It's the best wrestling federation in the world. No bullshit politics, no nepotism, no nothing. The bullshit that Mariano, Leon, Terry and myself had to endure does not exist in PCW. No I wouldn't allow that to happen. In PCW, talent's are allowed to prosper, flourish and develop into the best they can be. You work hard to get to the top. Nothing is handed to you here. Never has been, never will be. You have to work for it. You know something, I will even say PCW has surpassed the cancer plagued federation some of the originals of this company were in prior to this place opening and it's not hard to see why when you truly look at it. We've overcome a lot of bullshit and we're still doing so on a nightly basis.
James pauses as he has let out a good chunk of frustration he's probably had for quite sometime now. He takes a deep breath before speaking again.
James Baker: Tonight Mariano, we both show the world just how far we have come and unlike our stint in the CWF. This time, there will be no BS and we will flourish. I hope you're ready, bro. And I wish you all the best. Believe that.
James points at the camera before walking off. It pans back to Monica Garcia.
Monica Garcia: That was James Baker everybody! Thank him for his interview!
James walks off and we head back to the ringside area where Jimmy Wilkes is standing in the ring, waiting to announce the competitors of our next scheduled match up.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
The intro of "JAP" by Abingdon Boys School hits and Pyro blasts at both sides of the arena when guitars start to sound as Mariano comes out the stage, to a massive ovation.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing in at 180 pounds. He is a member of the PCW Hall of Fame... "THE WHITE KNIGHT"... MARIANO FERNANDEZ!!!
He sprints full speed to the ring and rolls under it on his stomach, then strikes a martial arts pose for the crowd. He then jogs in place and bows down to his opponent.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
"II Trill" by Bun B feat. Z-Ro and J. Prince plays throughout the arena, strobe lights blinking a vary of colors as the crowd in attendance stands on their feet and cheers very loudly. Smoke starts hitting the ramp, fulfilling throughout the bottom level attendance. Cameras hit the entrance ramp, as out from behind of the mega tron. Throughout all the smoke, James Baker appears from out of the curtain hand and hand with his signature Spiked Out Baseball Bat in his left hand and his electrical wire kendo stick in the other while wearing a black Hardcore Recordz t-shirt, a black bandana over his head and a chain around his neck. James raises his arm in the air as the fireworks go off on the stage.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Compton, California, weighing in at 223 pounds. He is the PCW General Manager as well as the King of Hardcore... "DA XTREME GANGSTA"... JAMES BAKER!!!
He slowly walks down the ramp, and James has a look of intensity in his eyes. He finally hits the ring and slides in underneath the bottom rope before he hops on the top turnbuckle and stares out at the crowd with an expressionless look on his face as the fans are cheering him on. Once James does that, he hops off the ropes, takes off his t-shirt, his bandana and his chain and hands them to the ringside person and sits down in the corner while he awaits for the match to start.
*DING! DING! DING!*
The match begins, and the crowd cheers loudly as James and Mariano shake hands before locking up. James gets the upperhand by delivering a kick to the midsection, and connects with a suplex, he then lifts Mariano to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a german suplex before delivering a elbow drop to the chest, turning Mariano over, and loocking in a camel clutch. Mariano refuses to give up, so James puts more pressure on the hold, but Mariano still refuses to give up, and James eventually loses his grip and releases the hold, he then lifts Mariano back to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before lifting Mariano back to his feet again, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a swinging neckbreaker, he then locks in a half boston crab. Mariano refuses to give up, so James puts more pressure on the hold, but Mariano still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. James gives Mariano a clean break, lifts him to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and connects with a suplex, he then goes out to the apron, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a Springboard Seated Senton causing Mariano to sit up holding his stomach in pain! he then runs into the ropes, runs back at Mariano, and connects with a Running Knee Strike to the face before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: Mariano with the kickout at two!
SS: Ugh! Fuck! Can't both of them just fuck off and go away?
DM: Shut up, Taint! Remember, James Baker can fire your stupid ass!
SS: ... I'll shut up now!
James lifts Mariano to his feet, gets behind him, and goes for a back suplex, but Mariano fights out of it by doing a back flip, and lands on his feet behind James. James turns around, and Mariano jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. James gets to his feet, and Mariano jumps up, and connects with another hurricanrana, James gets back to his feet, and Mariano jumps up, and connects with a third hurricanrana. James gets back to his feet again, and Mariano connects with a dropkick. James gets to his feet, and Mariano connects with another dropkick. James gets back to his feet, and Mariano connects with a third dropkick. James gets back to his feet again, and the crowd cheers loudly as James and Mariano nod to eachother before locking up. Mariano gets the upperhand by delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a scoop slam, he then waits for James to get to his feet. James eventiually gets to his feet, and Mariano connects with a enzuigiri before waiting for James to get back to his feet. James gets to his hands and knees, and Mariano runs into the ropes, runs back at James, and connects with a running dropkick to the side of the head, he then lifts James to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before going out to the apron, and climbing to the top turnbuckle, he then waits for James to get to his feet. James eventually gets to his feet, and Mariano leaps off, and connects with a missile dropkick before waiting for James to get back to his feet again. James eventually gets back to his feet again, and Mariano connects with a spinning wheel kick before lifting James to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a german suplex, he then waits for James to get to his feet. James gets to one knee, and Mariano runs into the ropes, runs back at James, and connects with a Shining Wizard before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: Now the GM with the kickout!
SS: BORING!
DM: I thought I said shut up!
Mariano lifts James to his feet, and irish whips him into the ropes. James runs back at Mariano, and Mariano goes for a spinning wheel kick, but James ducks, runs into the ropes, runs back at Mariano, and connects with a clothesline. Mariano gets to his feet, and James connects with another clothesline. Mariano gets back to his feet, and James connects with a third clothesline. Mariano gets back to his feet again, and James delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before locking in a cross armbar. Mariano refuses to give up, so James puts more pressure on the hold, but Mariano still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. James gives Mariano a clean break, lifts him to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a gutwrench suplex, he then lifts Mariano back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a tiger suplex before delivering a elbow drop to the chest, he then lifts Mariano to his feet, and connects with a butterfly suplex before lifting Mariano back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a Russian leg sweep, he then lifts Mariano back to his feet again, and connects with a brainbuster before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
SS: How the hell did he kick out of that?
DM: Because he wants to win and put on a great match! That's why!
SS: Sounds like he's sprouting magic luck out of his bunghole!
DM: The hell you interested in that for? I know you're gay, but god damn!
SS: I'M NOT A FAGGOT!
DM: Calm down! God damn!
James lifts Mariano to his feet, and goes for a suplex, but Mariano reverses it into a suplex of his own, he then lifts James to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a tiger suplex before lifting James back to his feet, and connecting with a scoop slam, he then lifts James back to his feet again, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before waiting for James to get to his feet. James eventually gets to his feet, and Mariano connects with a kick to the head, he then lifts James back to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before delivering a stomp to the midsection causing James to sit up holding his stomach in pain, he then runs into the ropes, runs back at James, and connects with a running dropkick to the face before lifting James back to his feet, and connecting with a butterfly suplex, he then lifts James back to his feet again, gets behind him, and connects with a german suplex before lifting James to his feet, and connecting with a swinging neckbreaker, he then lifts James back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a half nelson suplex before waiting for James to get to his feet. James eventually gets to his feet, and Marianio runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody, he then waits for James to get to his feet. James eventually gets to his feet, and Mariano connects with a superkick before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
James kicks out! Mariano waits for James to get to his feet. It takes a moment, but James eventually gets to his feet, and Mariano goes for a kick to the head, but James ducks, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver, he then lifts Mariano to his feet, and connects with a gutwrench suplex before lifting Mariano back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a half nelson suplex, he then turns Mariano over, and locks in a ground headlock. Mariano refuses to give up, so James puts more pressure on the hold, but Mariano still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottum rope. James gives Mariano a clean break, lifts him to his feet, and irish whips him into one of the turnbuckles, he then lifts Mariano up, places him on the top turnbuckle, climbs up, and connects with a superplex before connecting with a elbow drop to the chest, he then locks in a half boston crab. Mariano refuses to give up, so James puts more pressure on the hold, but Mariano still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottum rope. James gives Mariano a clean break before lifting him to his feet, dragging him to the middle of the ring, getting behind him, and connecting with a back suplex, he then lifts Mariano back to his feet, and connects with a Brainbuster before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
Now Mariano kicks out! James lifts Mariano to his feet, and goes for a scoop slam, but Mariano reverses it into a headscissors takedown. James gets to his feet, and Mariano connects with a kick to the head, he then lifts James back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a Russian leg sweep before lifting James to his feet, and connecting with a suplex, he then goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for James to get to his feet. James eventually gets to his feet, and Mariano leaps off, and connects with a diving crossbody before waiting for James to get to his feet. James eventually gets to his feet, and Mariano connects with a enzuigiri, he then lifts James back to his feet, and connects with a piledriver before lifting James back to his feet again, getting behind him, and connecting with a russian leg sweep, he then lifts James to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before lifting James back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a german suplex, he then waits for James to get back to his feet, James eventually gets back to his feet, and Mariano connects with a spinning wheel kick before lifting James back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a back suplex, he then lifts James to his feet, locks in a arm wrench, and connects with a hook kick before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
Again James kicks out just before the three count! Mariano lifts James to his feet, and goes for a suplex, but James fights out of it, lands on his feet behind Mariano, and connects with a tiger suplex, he then lifts Mariano to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before turning Mariano over, and locking in a armbar, Mariano refuses to give up, so James puts more pressure on the hold, but Mariano still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. James gives Mariano a clean break, lifts him to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and connects with a suplex, he then lifts Mariano back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a german suplex before connecting with a elbow drop to the chest, he then lifts Mariano back to his feet again, and connects with a backbreaker before lifting Mariano to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a neckbreaker, he then lifts Mariano back to his feet, and connects with a butterfly suplex before lifting Mariano back to his feet again, and connecting with a swinging neckbreaker, he then lifts Mariano to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before lifting Mariano back to his feet, and connecting with a piledriver, he then turns Mariano over, and waits for him to get back to his feet. Mariano gets to one knee, and James runs into the ropes, runs back at Mariano, and connects with a Shining Wizard before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Good fucking god! Mariano kicks out yet again!
SS: AHHH! Fucking Mexican Jumping Bean just kicked out from a Shining Wizard executed by that shitty fucking moron who runs the show!
PCW Fans: "Let's go Mariano, Let's go James!"
James lifts Mariano to his feet, and irish whips him into the ropes. Mariano runs back at James, and James goes for a clothesline, but Mariano ducks, runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody, he then lifts James to his feet, and connects with a gutwrench suplex before lifting James back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a tiger suplex,he then lifts James back to his feet again, and connects with a scoop slam before waiting for James to get to his feet. James eventually gets to his feet, and Mariano connects with a dropkick. James gets back to his feet, and Mariano connects with another dropkick. James gets back to his feet again, and Mariano connects with a third dropkick. James gets to his feet, and Mariano delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT, he then lifts James back to his feet, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before waiting for James to get back to his feet. James eventually gets back to his feet, and Mariano runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody, he then lifts James back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a Russian leg sweep before lifting James back to his feet again, getting behind him, and connecting with a half nelson suplex, he then waits for James to get to his feet. James eventually gets to his feet, and Mariano connects with a Backflip kick before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Now JAMES KICKS OUT! INCREDIBLE!
SS: -sigh- Can I eat already?
DM: No tubby! You may not! How about I break your jaw in five places?
SS: .....
DM: That's what I thought!
Mariano lifts James to his feet, and goes for a irish whip, but James reverses it into a irish whip of his own. Mariano runs into the ropes, runs back at James, and James catches him with a clothesline, he then lifts Mariano to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before locking in a half boston crab. Mariano refuses to give up, so James puts more pressure on the hold, but Mariano still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. James gives Mariano a clean break, lifts him to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker, he then lifts Mariano back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before lifting him back to his feet again, and connecting with a scoop slam, he then lifts Mariano to his feet, and connects with a backbreaker before locking in a cross armbar. Mariano refuses to give up, so James puts more pressure on the hold, but Mariano still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. James gives Mariano a clean break, lifts him to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, gets behind him, and connects with a german suplex, he then lifts Mariano back to his feet, and connects with a piledriver before turning Mariano over, and locking in The Ganja Special!
DM: HOLY SHIT! GANJA SPECIAL! GANJA SPECIAL! OUR GENERAL MANAGER HAS MARIANO LOCKED IN THE OMOPLATA CROSSFACE!
SS: GAH! I can't root for either of these idiots!
Mariano refuses to give up, so James puts more pressure on the hold, but Mariano still refuses to give up, so James puts even more pressure on the hold, but Mariano still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. James gives Mariano a clean break, and waits for him to get to his feet. It takes a moment, but Mariano eventually gets to his feet, and James runs at him, but Mariano catches him with a back body drop sending him out to the apron. James gets to his feet, and Mariano connects with a dropkick sending James to the floor forcing the ref to start a ten count!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
FIVE!!!
James gets to his feet.
SIX!!!
SEVEN!!!
EIGHT!!!
Mariano runs into the ropes on the other side of the ring, runs back toward James, and connects with a suicide dive forcing the ref to restart the ten count.
DM: SUICIDE DIVE! MARIANO WENT HIGH RISK AND IT PAID OFF!
SS:
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Mariano lifts James to his feet, and slides him back in the ring.
FIVE!!!
SIX!!!
SEVEN!!!
Mariano slides in the ring, lifts James to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a neckbreaker, he then lifts James back to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before going out to the apron, and waits for James to get back to his feet. James eventually gets back to his feet, and Mariano springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody, he then waits for James to get back to his feet again. James eventually gets back to his feet, and Mariano connects with a spinning wheel kick before lifting James to his feet, and connecting with a DDT, he then lifts James back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a half nelson suplex before waiting for James to get back to his feet again. James eventually gets back to his feet, and Mariano connects with a kick to the head, he then lifts James back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a Russian leg sweep before lifting James back to his feet again, and connecting with a suplex, he then waits for James to get to his feet. James eventually gets to his feet, and Mariano connects with the Hadou - Ken before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: JAMES JUST KICKED OUT OF HADOU - KEN! BY GOD, WHAT A MATCH!
SS: These two may be pieces of fucking shit, but they are good wrestlers!
DM: These two "pieces of fucking shit" helped save this company, you asshole! Be a little grateful you old senile idiot!
Mariano lifts James to his feet, and goes for a suplex, but James reverses it into a suplex of his own, he then lifts Mariano to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before lifting him back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a german suplex, he then lifts Mariano back to his feet again, and connects with a gutwrench suplex before lifting him to his feet, and connecting with a butterfly suplex, he then lifts Mariano back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a tiger suplex before lifting him back to his feet again, getting behind him, and connecting with a hald nelson suplex, he then lifts Mariano to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a neckbreaker before locking in a half boston crab. Mariano refuses to give up, so James puts more pressure on the hold, but Mariano still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. James gives Mariano a clean break, he then lifts Mariano to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and connects with a Brainbuster before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
Mariano kicks out once more! James lifts Mariano to his feet, and goes for Da Xtreme Knockout! NO!!! Mariano fights out of it, and goes for the Tsunami Driver! NO!!! James fights out of it, lands on his feet behind Mariano, and goes for a back suplex, but Mariano fights out of it by doing a back flip, lands on his feet behind James, and connects with a back suplex of his own, he then lifts James to his feet, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before waiting for James to get back to his feet. James eventually gets back to his feet, and Mariano connects with a enzuigiri before lifting James back to his feet, and connecting with a DDT, he then lifts James back to his feet again, gets behind him, and connects with a half nelson suplex before lifting him to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a german suplex, he then lifts James to his feet, and connects with a piledriver before lifting him back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a neckbreaker, he then lifts James back to his feet again, and connects with a scoop slam before lifting James to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a Russian leg sweep, he then goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for James to get to his feet. James eventually gets to his feet, and Mariano leaps off, and connects with a diving uppercut before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
James kicks out just before the ref counted to three! Mariano lifts James to his feet, and goes for a scoop slam, but James fights out of it, and lands on his feet behind Mariano. Mariano turns around, and James delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with the Da Xtreme Knockout! and both men are down, so the ref starts a ten count!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
FIVE!!!!
James starts moving.
SIX!!!
SEVEN!!!
EIGHT!!!
James crawls over to Mariano, and goes for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: OHHHHHHH! SOOOOOO CLOSE!
SS: Fuck, I gotta admit! This is the edge of your seat action!
James lifts Mariano to his feet, and goes for a scoop slam, but Mariano fights out of it, lands on his feet behind James, and connects with a half nelson suplex, he then waits for James to get to his feet. James gets to one knee, and Mariano connects with the Tsunami Strike before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: HOLY SHIT! JAMES JUST KICKED OUT OF THE TSUNAMI STRIKE! NOBODY KICKS OUT OF THAT!
SS: Whew! Well this is one of those rare times where it happens!
Mariano lifts James to his feet, and irish whips him into one of the turnbuckles, he then lifts him up, places him on the top turnbuckle, climbs up, and connects with a super hurricanrana, and both men are down so the ref start a ten count!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
FIVE!!!
Mariano starts moving.
SIX!!!
SEVEN!!!
James starts moving.
EIGHT!!!
NINE!!!
Both men get to their feet, and Mariano goes for a kick to the head, but James ducks, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with The Payoff before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
And yet another kickout by "The White Knight"! James quickly locks in a rear chinlock. Mariano refuses to give up, so James puts more pressure on the hold, but Mariano still refuses to give up, and eventually fights out of the hold by delivering elbows to the midsection before connecting with a enzuigiri, he then goes out to the apron, and waits for James to get to his feet. James eventually gets to one knee, and Mariano springboards off the top rope, and connects with the Springboard Tsunami Strike before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
SS: How the hell does he keep doing this? HOW?!
DM: He's James Baker and he never quits! NEVER!
Mariano lifts James to his feet, and goes for a suplex, but James fights out of it, lands on his feet behind Mariano, and connects with a back suplex before locking in Tha Notorious Clutch!
DM: Submission time! Mariano may be done here!
SS: That wigger is gonna put the Argentina rat to fucking sleep! I LOVE IT!
DM: Oh shut up, Taint! We don't know if that's for certain!
Mariano refuses to give up, so James puts more pressure on the hold, but Mariano still refuses to give up, so James puts even more pressure on the hold, but Mariano STILL refuses to give up, so James puts even MORE pressure on the hold, but Mariano STILL refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grans the bottom rope. James gives Mariano a clean break, lifts him to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and goes for a scoop slam, but Mariano reverses it into a headscissors takedown. James gets to his feet, and Mariano delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with the Tsunami Driver before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
SS: WHAT THE FUCK?! IS THIS THING GOING TO END?!
DM: Both have given it their all, but how much they have left is something we don't know!
Mariano lifts James to his feet, and irish whips him into the ropes. James runs back at Mariano, and Mariano goes for a spinning wheel kick, but James ducks, runs into the ropes, runs back at Mariano, and connects with a clothesline, Mariano gets to his feet, and James connects with The Payoff before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
Another kickout and the fans are left electrified! James lifts Mariano to his feet, gets behind him, and goes for a back suplex, but Mariano fights out of it by doing a back flip, and lands on his feet behind James. James turns around, and Mariano delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with the Michinoku Driver II-B before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
James kicks out yet again and there can't possibly be anything left for these two! Mariano lifts James to his feet, and goes for a suplex, but James fights out of it, lands on his feet behind Mariano, and goes for a back suplex, but Mariano fights out of it by doing a back flip, and lands on his feet behind James. James turns around, and Mariano connects with a enzuigiri, he then waits for James to get to his feet. James gets to one knee, and Mariano connects with the Tsunami Strike before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... "THE WHITE KNIGHT"... MARIANO FERNANDEZ!!!
"JAP" by Abingdon Boys School hits and the crowd cheers hard after witnessing a great contest between two legends. Mariano barely is able to stand after such a grueling contest but gets his hand raised.
DM: What a match! WHAT A GREAT FUCKING MATCH! These two left everything on the line in a FAIR contest and Mariano Fernandez came out on top!
SS: Got to admit! It was a good one and both of them still have it!
As Mariano relishes in the victory. James Baker gets to his feet, but barely as he feels the effects the match has had on him. He goes up to Mariano and extends his hand. Without hesitation, Mariano shakes James' hand and the two raise each others arms to cheers from everybody in attendance.
DM: Great respect and sportsmanship from these two warriors! They left it all on the line and they still respect each other at the end of the day!
SS: Ugh! I hate this display of respect shit! It's horrible!
DM: Just like you as a person! These two have known each other for almost four years now and it's a treat to see these two compete in front of our fans here tonight!
SS: Heh, I guess!
DM: Now let's go to commercial! We'll be back with more Wrestle Extravaganza III after this!
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Feb 16, 2013 15:26:19 GMT -5
Back from the break and the cameras switch to the outside of the arena, where a valet service is in full swing. Expensive cars--sports cars and luxury--and limousines flood the drive-up valet portion of the parking lot, as you see numerous men in sharp, bright red sportcoats taking tickets, parking cars, grabbing keys and the like. All continues as usual for a few moments, until a rather large stretch navigator limo pulls up to the lot, and to the drive up. Heads turn as the sheen from the jet-black paint job brilliantly shines in the marquee lights advertising tonight's event, as it pulls up slowly, and VERY conspicuously, to the curb.
The cameras rapidly zoom in on the limo, trying to get a glimpse of just who is exactly the passengers inside. The valet attendant approaches the back door, and opens them up. The camera peers inside, only to see little more than darkness, with a random sillouette or two rustling around inside. The camera backs out of the doorway, and steps to the side of the limo, and waits for the occupants to exit the limo.
SS: "Well now, just who in the hell is this, coming up here looking all fancy and shiny!?"
DM: "Actually, if my sources are correct, tonight is the PCW on-screen debut of a newly signed talent!"
SS: "And thaat person isss?"
DM: "Well, I'm not 100 percent on that, as of right now. I'm sure we will be informed sooner or later as to who this mystery signing exactly is. For all we know, this could be the guy right here!"
SS: "Well, if it is, he is making a helluva impression off the bat! We know this guy has some class to him! DEBONAIR...if you will."
DM: "Uh...huh."
SS: "You wouldn't know ANYTHING of the sorts, because you SUCK!"
DM: "You got me....I suck...right."
The occupants begin to file out of the limo: first is a couple of rather attractive women, dressed to the T, in every single "In-fashion" piece of apparel you can imagine. Hair done and dressed perfectly, jewelry shining as bright as their smiles. They soak up the atttention of the cameras as they head into the building.
Second, is a man dressed in a tuxedo, sharp as a tack, chatting it up on a cell phone, trying to push his way past all the hustle and bustle and flashing cameras. He waves everybody off as he strolls sternly into the arena, never taking his focus off the phone.
In behind him is a rather LARGE black man, wearing dark blue jeans, a black polo shirt with a black leather jacket on. He has what appears to be an earpiece placed in his ear, which leads to a walkie-talkie, which is attached to her hip. After further observation, you see a shiny badge attached to the upper jacket pocket of his leather jacket. This man is assumed to be a security guard of some type, as he steps quickly to the left of the limo upon exiting, and posts up and waits for the final occupant to leave the limo.
The last man out the limo is wearing an Armani suit--all black--with patented leather "Stacy Adams" dress shoes. Draped over his back is a gray plush chinchilla-skin overcoat. Wearing all kinds of jewelry, he basically glides out of the limo, and embraces the crowd. With a huge smile on his face, he approaches the aforementioned women, wrapping an arm around the hips of each of them, and he strolls into the building.
SS: "This has GOT to be the guy! He's a big shot! Look at em'!!"
DM: "This guy sure does seem to have it made."
The cameras move back to the front of the limo, picking up a close up panoramic shot of the limo in its entirety. The valets jump in the limo, and pull off...
...as the limo pulls away, the camera stays fixed in its position. As the limo gets fully out of view, the cameras spot a vehicle in a relatively empty part of the parking lot. As the camera pans in towards the curious-looking vehicle, you notice the two front driver's ans passenger's doors are wide open, and two figures are half standing, half leaning on the car from the outside. The cameras move in closer, then pan inwards to get them into full focus.
And what they focus on is what seems to be the polar OPPOSITE of what we just previously witnessed. The old 1989 Honda Civic in which we are now focusing on is obviously on the down side of it's appearance. Rusty dents scatter amongst the vehicle, along with a spidering crack in the windshield, as well as the front left headlight being smashed in. Yes, this is the definition of a P.O.S. car...a bucket.
The two occupants of the vehicle are shown slowly getting out of the car, and slamming the doors shut. The driver walks over to the passenger's side of the car, and opens the back door. He goes inside the car, and pulls out two old, large duffel bags, and drops them on the ground with a thud. The cameras approach the two individuals, and the driver begins talking...
DRIVER: "Whelp...we're here."
PASSENGER: "......"
DRIVER: "Well, I'm glad to see you're excited to be here. Personally, I am juiced! And I'm not even the one under contract! It makes me wanna lace up the boots my damn self!"
PASSENGER: (sarcastically) "I'm happy that you're happy..."
DRIVER: "Look, Lekkter, this attitude isn't going to get you anywhere. Let's just go in here and put this effort in...you do that, and things can go nowhere up up for you. Now, let's go!"
PASSENGER: "You...sound like a superhero right now."
DRIVER: "Well, I suppose I should thank you for thinking that...I'm flattered."
PASSENGER: "Seth, that HELLA wasn't a compliment. I don't even mean you're a cool superhero....like Wolverinve or some shit. More like Captian Planet."
DRIVER: "Wow...really?"
PASSENGER: "Stop saying corny shit like that, and I won't compare you to the lamest superhero--if not OVERALL entity--in the universe. Comprende?"
DRIVER: "....."
PASSENGER: "That's better"
The two men, now recognized as LeKKter tha Lunatik and Seth Azeroth, respectively, pick the two bags up--one a piece--and toss them over thier shoulders as they make their way to the arena.
The duo stroll past the valet lot, and around the back to the "backstage" door, where they are met by a small line of crew members and PCW officals, all with their little yellow backstage passes strapped to lanyards around their necks. At the front of the line is a security guard, holding a clipboard, check the passes, and letting them inside the building. LeKKter and Azeroth both jump in this line and await entry inside.
Moments later, they reach the front of the line. The guard stops them in their tracks as they try to go inside the building...
GUARD: "PASSES!"
AZEROTH: "Uhhh....we dont have passes...we're not crew. We are the talent."
GUARD: "NAMES!"
LEKKTER: (under his breath) "Such an elloquent motherfucker, aint he?"
AZEROTH: (in a sing-songy voice) "LeKKter, shut the hell up..."
GUARD: "IF YOU AIN'T ON THE LIST, YOU DON'T GET IN!"
LEKKTER: "Why in the hell are you doing all of this yelling?"
AZEROTH: "Look, we are on the list. Just let us in. I'm Seth Azeroth, the official manager of this man, LeKKter tha Lunatik. Now, will you please, just...move?"
GUARD: "WHO ARE YOU HERE TO SEE?!?"
LEKKTER: "Your Mom's ASS! MOVE OUTTA THE WAY!!"
GUARD: "HEY! WE DON'T NEED TO HAVE ANY OF THAT NONSENSE, NOW DO WE?"
LEKKTER: "Dude...if you do not move out of the way, I am going to choke you. I put this on everything that I love, have loved and will love in the future...I am going to wrap my hands around your throat until my fingers touch eachother. Then I am going to choke your ENTIRE life force away from your body. All of this will happen within the next thirty seconds if you...do...not...MOVE!!"
Apparently, a crew of other guards overhead this little conversation, because they quickly make their way to the door to assist thier partner.
AZEROTH: "*sigh* Look, we really don't want any trouble..."
LEKKTER: "I do..."
AZEROTH: "LeKKter....SHUT UP!! Look guys, can we just get someone on the phone to sort this whole thing out?"
Seth Azeroth is met with a cold shoulder response, as the guards stand pat, refusing to let the two in the arena. Seth sighs deeply once again, and drops his head, and stares at the pavement. Moments later, he snaps his head up, and smiles at the guards.
AZEROTH: "Thank you, gentlemen...you have a nice night."
Azeroth grabs LeKKter by the hand, and the two make their way back to the lot.
DM: "What the hell was that all about? Who is LeKKter tha Lunatik?"
SS: "I don't know and it doesnt seem like we are going to find out any time soon! We will try to keep up with this as much as possible, but for now, we gotta get the show back on the road!"
The scene fades back to the inside of the arena where the lights quickly go out.
JUST BECAUSE SEASONS DON'T FEAR THE REAPER!!! DON'T MEAN YOU SHOULDN'T!!!
A weird blue light fills the arena, and out comes ''the deadly Rhino'' Ryan ''the Reaper'' Robinson, and the crowd errupts with cheers. Reaper has his signiture black steel golf club in his right hand, and a bottle of Reaping hot sauce in his left hand. He raises them in the air for a few seconds, then puts his arms down, and begins making his way to the ring taking his time to slap hands with the fans. He almost gets to the ring, but the two masked men from the last two Rapture's come out of the crowd, and attack Reaper from behind with steel pipes.
DM: DAMMIT! It's the masked men again and they are attacking Reaper for the third consecutive show!
SS: Good! This fucking retard needs to be taken out! I hate this fuck!
Reaper tries to fight them off with his golf club, but they eventually get the upper hand, and one of them connects with a pipe shot to the head. One of them begins delivering pipe shots to the head while the other one begins delivering pipe shots to the left leg. They connect with about ten shots each before dropping the steel pipes. One of the masked men holds Reaper up while the other one picks up the bottle of Reaping hot sauce, and smashes it over Reaper's head getting hot sauce in his eyes in the proccess!
SS: HAHAHAHAHAHA! I BET IT BURNS, BITCH! I BET IT FUCKING BURNS!
DM: Shut up, moron! Mind if I grab some Tabasco sauce and pour it in your eyes?
SS: ...
DM: That's what I thought!
The masked men grab the steel pipes, and they go back to attacking Reaper, but Mariah Lopez, Bella Brooks- Robinson, Rachel Robinson, Tom Pendergrass and Israel Steele of Team Lethality comes running down to the ring, and the masked men quickly escape through the crowd, and the Team Lethality members check on Reaper.
DM: Thank god for Team Lethality! Reaper could have been hurt even worse!
SS: BOO! Come back and hurt him and them! Do it!
DM: Why, so they can do what YOU want?
SS: I am the #HolyPimp after all! I'm GOD!
DM: No you're not! You're a fat douche bag who I have to unfortunately do commentary with on PCW broadcast!
SS: Come on! I'm not that bad!
DM: Trent Walker would be worse, but you're right behind him in the ranks of shitty commentators!
SS: SCORE!
DM: Ugh... Jimmy, take it away, please!
Cut to the ring.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Feb 16, 2013 15:27:01 GMT -5
Jimmy Wilkes: The following...
‘Sail’ by Awolnation plays and all of the lights in the arena blast to stark white. We can see all corners of the arena bowl as thousands of fans booooooooooooo at the man that is about to appear. The crowd chants ‘Smith Jones sucks! Smith Jones sucks! Smith Jones sucks! Smith Jones sucks!’ Smith Jones appears on the stage, dressed to compete in white wrestling trunks, white knee pads, and white wrestling boots. He stops at the top of the ramp and listens to the angry crowd. They grow louder. He raises his white microphone to his lips and he speaks.
Smith Jones: The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is the Knockout Match and it is for the PCW Broadcast Championship!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He starts to walk down the aisle looking into the eyes of each individual fan. He mounts the ring steps and wipes his feet. Jones parts the ropes and saunters to centre.
Smith Jones: Introducing first, the challenger. Hailing from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 229 pounds, he is a mean mean man, the future of PCW, The Light Horse, Smith Jones!!!!!!!!!
Smith looks out at the massive crowd for the expected reaction.
Smith Jones: Most of you people have no idea what it’s like to stand and face something so big that you sometimes wonder if it might one day crush you. To walk headlong into a dangerous situation with a stiff upper lip and a firm jaw and just say ‘fuck it, I’m gonna give it all I’ve got and see if I can survive this thing’! That is the situation that the current Broadcast Champion finds himself in right now. Hehehe. He is walking into a match where everything is on the line!!!!!! This is a MUST WIN MATCH for BOTH OF US!!!!
He looks deep into the main camera with a grim look on his face.
Smith Jones: When my opponent arrives, things are going to get ugly. If there are children present in the room, now might be a good time to go brush your teeth and get into your flannel PJs. Your kids will be forever scarred if you let them watch the Knockout Match. You’ve been warned.
He turns to face the entrance ramp.
Smith Jones: Now bring me that belt.
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 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.
*DING! DING! DING!*
The match begins, and Smith goes to lock up with Jay, but Jay ducks, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT. He then waits for Smith to get to his feet, Smith eventually gets to his feet, and Jay goes for a kick to the head, but Smith ducks, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a suplex. He then lifts Jay to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a german suplex before delivering stomps to the head. He connects with about seven stomps. He then lifts Jay back to his feet, and connects with a gutwrench suplex before lifting Jay back to his feet again, getting behind him, and connecting with a tiger suplex. He then begins delivering more stomps to the head. He connects with about ten stomps before lifting Jay to his feet, and sending him over the top rope and out to the floor. He then goes to the outside, lifts Jay to his feet, and begins slamming his head against the steel steps. He slams Jay's head into the steel steps three times before connecting with a german suplex. He then begins delivering stomps to the head. He connects with about ten stomps before lifting Jay to his feet, and connecting with a scoop slam. He then lifts Jay back to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before telling the ref to check on Jay.
SS: Come on! Let the winter of Smith Jones begin!
DM: The ref has to make sure, dumbass!
The ref signals for the match to continue, and Smith lifts Jay to his feet, gets behind him, and goes for a back suplex, but Jay fights out of it by doing a back flip, and lands on his feet behind Smith. Smith turns around, and Jay connects with a enzuigiri, he then waits for Smith to get to his feet. Smith eventually gets to his feet, and Jay connects with a kick to the head before grabbing a steel chair, and waiting for Smith to get back to his feet. Smith eventually gets back to his feet, and Jay connects with a chair shot to the head, he then waits for Smith to get back to his feet again. Smith eventually gets back to his feet again, and Jay connects with another chair shot to the head before waiting for Smith to get to his feet. Smith eventually gets to his feet, and Jay connects with a third chair shot to the head, he then drops the chair, lifts Smith to his feet, and slides him in the ring before sliding in the ring himself. He then lifts Smith to his feet, and connects with a suplex before delivering a stomp to the midsection causing Smith to sit up holding his stomach in pain. He then runs into the ropes, runs back at Smith, and connects with a running dropkick to the face before waiting for Smith to get to his feet. Smith eventually gets to his feet, and Jay connects with a dropkick. Smith gets back to his feet, and Jay connects with another dropkick. Smith gets back to his feet again, and Jay connects with a third dropkick. Smith gets to his feet, and Jay connects with a spinning wheel kick, he then goes out to the apron, climbs to the rop turnbuckle, and waits for Smith to get back to his feet. Smith eventually gets back to his feet, and Jay leaps off, and connects with a diving crossbody before going out to the apron, and waiting for Smith to get back to his feet again. Smith eventually gets back to his feet again, and Jay springboards off the top rope, and connects with a springboard clothesline! He then lifts Smith to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before telling the ref to check on Smith.
SS: Please get up, Smith! Please!
DM: You sound like those fucking obsessed Justin Bieber fans right now!
SS: I'M NOT OBSESSED!
DM: Calm down! Damn!
The ref signals for the match to continue, and Jay lifts Smith to his feet, and goes for a suplex, but Smith reverses it into a suplex of his own. He then lifts Jay to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about ten stomps, he then lifts Jay back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a german suplex before lifting Jay back to his feet again, and connecting with a butterfly suplex. He then goes to the outside, reaches under the ring, and pulls out a steel pipe before sliding back in the ring, he then waits for Jay to get to his feet. Jay eventually gets to his feet, and Smith connects with a pipe shot to the head before delivering pipe shots to the left leg. He connects with about fifteen pipe shots before dropping the pipe, lifting Jay back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a half nelson suplex, he then begins delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about ten stomps before lifting Jay to his feet, kicking him in the midsection, and connecting with a DDT. He then lifts Jay back to his feet, and connects with a belly to belly suplex sending him into the turnbuckle before telling the ref to check on Jay!
After forty-five seconds. The ref signals for the match to continue, and Smith waits for Jay to get to his feet. Jay eventually gets to his feet by using the ropes to pull himself up, and Smith runs at Jay, and connects with a clothesline sending him over the top rope and to the floor, he then goes to the outside, lifts Jay to his feet, and begins slamming his head into the announce table. He slams Jay's head into the announce table five times before going for a suplex, but Jay fights out of it, and lands on his feet behind Smith. Smith turns around, and Jay connects with a kick to the head before lifting Smith to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a DDT, he then lifts Smith back to his feet, and slides him in the ring before reaching under the ring, and pulling out a singapore cane, he then slides in the ring, and waits for Smith to get to his feet. Smith eventually gets to his feet, and Jay connects with a cane shot to the head before waiting for Smith to get back to his feet. Smith eventually gets back to his feet, and Jay connects with another cane shot to the head, he then waits for Smith to get back to his feet again. Smith eventually gets back to his feet, and Jay connects with a third cane shot before dropping the cane, and waiting for Smith to get to his feet. Smith eventually gets to his feet, and Jay connects with a enzuigiri, he then waits for Smith to get to his feet. Smith gets to his hands and knees, and Jay runs into the ropes, runs back at Smith, and connects with a running dropkick to the side of the head before lifting Smith to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a piledriver, he then goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, leaps off, and connects with a diving elbow drop to the face before telling the ref to check on Smith.
DM: It's been even so far! Back and forth these two have gone in what has so far been proven to be one hell of a match!
SS: One that Smith Jones will be winning!
DM: Oh for god's sake! It's not a guarantee that he'll win!
The ref signals for the match to continue, and Jay lifts Smith to his feet, and irish whips him into the ropes, Smith runs back at Jay, and Jay goes for a spinning wheel kick, but Smith ducks, runs into the ropes, runs back at Jay, and connects with a clothesline. Jay gets to his feet, and Smith connects with another clothesline. Jay gets back to his feet, and Smith connects with a third clothesline. Jay gets back to his feet again, and Smith delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before picking up the singapore cane, and connecting with cane shots to the left leg. He connects with about twelve cane shots, he then begins delivering cane shots to the head. He connects with about fifteen cane shots before dropping the singapore cane, lifting Jay to his feet, and connecting with a suplex, he then lifts Jay back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a tiger suplex before lifting Jay back to his feet again, and connecting with a butterfly suplex, he then lifts Jay to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before lifting Jay back to his feet, and connecting with a scoop slam, he then begins delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about ten stomps before lifting Jay back to his feet again, getting behind him, and connecting with a german suplex, he then lifts Jay to his feet, and connects with a backbreaker before lifting Jay back to his feet, and connecting with a gutwrench auplex, he then lifts Jay back to his feet again, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before lifting Jay to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a tiger suplex, he then lifts Jay back to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before telling the ref to check on Jay!
The ref signals for the match to continue, and Smith lifts Jay to his feet, and goes for a suplex, but Jay fights out of it, and lands on his feet behind Smith. Smith turns around, and Jay jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Smith gets to his feet, and Jay jumps up, and connects with another hurricanrana. Smith gets back to his feet, and Jay connects with a third hurricanrana. Smith gets back to his feet again, and Jay delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a suplex before lifting Smith to his feet, and connecting with a scoop slam, he then lifts Smith back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before going to the outside, reaching under the ring, and pulling out a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, he then slides in the ring, and waits for Smith to get to his feet. Smith eventually gets to his feet, and Jay connects with a barbed wire wrapped bat shot to the head, and Smith has been busted open!
SS: YES! BLOOD! BLOOD! BLOOD!
DM: You DO realize it was your boy Smith who got cut open, right?
SS: ....
DM: (speaks to herself) Fucking moron!
Jay kneels down, and rubs the barbed wire against Smith's face for a moment, he then waits for Smith to get to his feet. Smith eventually gets to his feet, and Jay connects with another barbed wire wrapped bat shot to the head before waiting for Smith to get back to his feet. Smith eventually gets back to his feet, and Jay connects with a third barbed wire bat shot to the head, he then drops the barbed wire wrapped baseball bat, lifts Smith to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before waiting for Smith to get to his feet. Smith eventually gets to his feet, and Jay connects with a kick to the head, he then lifts Smith to his feet, and connects with a double knee facebreaker before telling the ref to check on Smith!
DM: Smith Jones is in a bad way here! Already cut open by Barbed Wire Bat and has had his bell rung a few times now!
SS: God dammit, Smith! Get up so the winter of Smith Jones can start! Make the Broadcast title interesting! I'm rooting for you here!
DM: He can't hear you when you're speaking like a bitch!
The ref signals for the match to continue, and Jay lifts Smith to his feet, and goes for a scoop slam, but Smith fights out of it, lands on his feet behind Jay, and connects with a german suplex before picking up the singapore cane, and delivering cane shots to the left leg. He connects with about twenty cane shots, he then lifts Jay to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before picking up the barbed wire wrapped baseball bat, and waiting for Jay to get to his feet, Jay eventually gets to his feet, and Jay delivers a barbed wire wrapped bat shot to the head, and Jay has been busted open! he then lifts Jay to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before locking in The System!
DM: He has the submission, but you can't win by submission!
SS: No, but it can help out majorly!
Jay refuses to tap out, so Smith puts more pressure on the hold, but Jay still refuses to give up, and the ref reminds Smith there are no submissions in this match, but Smith ignores him, and keeps putting more pressure on the hold, but he eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then lifts Jay to his feet, and irish whips him into the ropes, Jay runs back at Smith, and Smith goes for a clothesline, but Jay ducks, runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody before waiting for Smith to get to his feet. Smith eventually gets to his feet, and Jay connects with a kick to the head, he then waits for Smith to get back to his feet. Smith eventually gets back to his feet, and Jay connects with a spinning wheel kick before waiting for Smith to get back to his feet again. Smith eventually gets back to his feet, and Jay connects with a enzuigiri before locking in the Gogoplata Submission!
DM: Gogoplata! Gogoplata submission!
SS: Too bad this won't help him!
DM: You idiot, you just pointed out that submissions can help out in the long run! And I already said you can't win this match by making the opponent submit!
Smith refuses to give up, and the ref reminds Jay that there are no submissions, but Jay ignores him, and puts more pressure on the hold, but Smith still refuses to give up, so Jay puts even more pressure on the hold, and Smith taps out, but there are no submissions in this match so the ref don't do anything. Jay eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then lifts Smith to his feet, and goes for a suplex, but Smith reverses it into a suplex of his own, he then lifts Jay to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with the Point of Controversy!
DM: POINT OF CONTROVERY! Right to the neck!
SS: HA! This one is close to done!
DM: We don't know that for sure, Taint! Don't jump the god damn gun, tubby!
Smith goes to the outside, reaches under the ring, pulls out a steel chair, and slides in the ring, he then waits for Jay to get to his feet. It takes a moment, but Jay eventually gets to his feet, and Smith delivers a chair shot to the head before telling the ref to check on Jay!
SS: I think he's out! At least I hope so!
DM: Still butthurt that you got owned two weeks ago?
SS: I DIDN'T GET OWNED!
DM: (sarcastically) Riiiiiight! Sure you didn't!
The ref calls for the bell!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match... and the NEW PCW BROADCAST CHAMPION... SMIIIIIIIITH JONESSSSSSSS!!!
Smith Jones and Jay Thunder are both down, collapsed from the brutal war they have both just barely survived! The referee grabs the PCW Broadcast Championship belt and lays it across Smith’s chest. He is still breathing heavily and trying to stir, but remains flat on his back as he clings tightly to his new belt! He slowly rolls to one side and gets to a kneeling position. Making it only as high as one knee, Jones thinks about the incredible journey he has taken so far to get to this unforgettable moment. He hoists the Broadcast Championship high over his head in celebration as “Carmina Burana” by Carl Orff plays.
SS: Wait, that’s not Smith’s theme music! Who’s coming out here to ruin the new champ’s celebration?? Who in their right mind would dare interrupt at this point?!?!
Still on one knee, Smith turns and looks up the entrance ramp. Moving quickly towards ringside are two men wearing the classic comedy and tragedy masks.
DM: Well, we already know who they are! It’s Damon Warrens and Liam Reilly! But what are Order and Chaos doing out here now?? And what’s with their choice in entrance music? This can’t be good.
The men walk right over to Smith and help him to his feet. Damon and Liam have brought with them a third mask. It is white and looks just like the masks the other two men are wearing, except this face is expressionless. Smith puts it on and all three of them claim centre-ring as their own as Order and Chaos lift Smith Jones up on their shoulders. The crowd is now booing out of their minds! After taking in the moment, they set Smith on his feet and they fasten the Broadcast Title belt securely around Smith’s waist! The three men suddenly look down to where Jay Thunder is just beginning to regain consciousness. But before they can do anything, Brian Stryker comes down and attempts to save Jay. He strikes at all three members to allow Jay the time to escape. However the numbers catch up to him as Smith strikes him with a forearm to the face. Stryker tries to come back, but Smith strikes with a kick to the gut as things disintegrate into a violent beatdown. They rain down clubbing forearm shots across the head and body of Brian Stryker. Smith then picks Stryker up in the piledriver position as Damon and Liam both get on the second rope in the corner. They come flying off the rope and push down on Stryker’s feet as Smith hits the piledriver!!! They just obliterated Brian Stryker with a Triple Spike Piledriver!!!!!! Liam rolls Stryker out to the ringside floor as Damon calls for the white microphone. Still wearing his new Broadcast Championship around his waist and all of them still wearing their masks, Jones stands mid-ring looking at the main camera with Liam Reilly on one side and Damon Warrens on the other. Simultaneously they all remove their masks and pose for a long moment. The crowd is jeering them so loudly that the announcers have elected not to talk over the noise. Smith raises the white microphone to his lips and he speaks.
Smith Jones: I’m Smith Jones and I’m the new PCW Broadcast Champion!!!!!!! Today is the first day of the end of the world!!!! James Baker, I want to start by addressing you. I’ve been polite to you since day one. I’ve never asked you for anything that I didn’t deserve. I walked in the front door of this company and then immediately put my shoulder to the grindstone and I worked my ASS OFF for this!!!!!!!! I took it as quite an insult when you declared the no interference stipulation for this match! You made me look bad!!! You made me look like I didn’t think I was good enough to beat Jay Thunder alone. You put the idea in everyone’s heads that the integrity of Smith Jones is something to be questioned. You put the idea in my head, James Baker. Because, believe it or not, the thought of joining forces with these two very talented men next to me didn’t become a thing until YOU told me I couldn’t have help if I wanted it. Nobody tells me what I can and cannot do!!!!!!
He huddles with the other two men for a moment before returning his attention to the main camera.
Smith Jones: James Baker, you represent to me the very thing I have hated all my life. You are a purveyor of the system!!!! You’re the guy who sits at the top and decides the fates of your little meat puppets in the offices, out here in this crowd, and back there in that locker room! Let me be perfectly clear here, James. You and I are NOT friends and we never will be. You’re my boss. And now that I’ve claimed a piece of Premium Championship Wrestling to wear around my waist for as long as I want to, I don’t have to suck up to you anymore. I manipulated you to get here and I don’t need you now. So, I have to face the winner of the Triple Threat from earlier tonight? Bring it on!!! I am very happy to see that the best person won, because I plan on making a long and prosperous career of beating the best wrestlers that you can throw my way. The bar has just been raised. Damon Warrens and Liam Reilly both see, just as I do, that PCW has become comfortable with the way things work around here. We’re not cool with that. The way things are is not the way things are going to be. When you look at the three of us, know that these three faces are the faces of the New Era!!!!! And I know, James, that you weren’t planning on things changing in PCW, but the New Era is here whether you like it or not. We came to change the game. Right Damon?
Smith passes the white microphone to Damon Warrens. The crowd's boos are almost deafening at this point. Damon raises his hand to silence the crowd which only further angers them.
Damon Warrens: Ladies and gentlemen, I respectfully ask that you silence yourselves. Now Smith you are absolutely correct. The New Era is unavoidable! James Baker as Smith said you are foolish enough to believe that PCW will remain unchanged, but what you don't understand is that change has already commenced. Far gone are your televised murders, the attempted rapes, the assaults of innocent fans, the burning alive of workers! The fact you allowed this to happen period is disgusting! When I joined PCW at its inception none of this occurred! You have let a once great company be corrupted by wretchedness.
Damon shakes his head and steps forward, looking into the eyes of the crowd.
Damon Warrens: The problem is, that James let this all happen because, as sick and disturbed he is, you people are worse! You cheered as James Baker's son participated in removing a man's eyeball on live television! You roared in support of Jay Thunder, the man we just rendered unconcious, decapitating several men. How vile can the PCW universe get? Now I can already hear what each and every one of you are currently thinking in your miniscule minds. "But Damon, you're the Nitemare. You're the greatest Brawl Champion to ever exist. You're extremely violent!" Yes, you're all damn right. But notice, as violent as I get, I never murder. I never set people on fire. I never rape. I am not filth like you all, nor am I like most of the other members of this roster. The New Era is not trying to remove the hardcore element from PCW. That element can exist in this company without being accompanied by death. We will not let this company fall further into the black abyss that James Baker is pushing us into! We are here to save you all!
The crowd give off more thunderous boos, as Liam slowly extends his hand out to Damon, who passes him the microphone. Liam closes his eyes, raises his head, and smiles as if drinking in the crowd's hatred. He allows the crowd to continue booing for a few seconds before he begins to speak, slowly and deliberately, his eyes still closed.
Liam Reilly: Your numbers are dwindling James, while we grow stronger. We promised you we would hurt your friends...didn't we, James? This is just the beginning...how long do you think it will be before you suffer the same fate? And who else are you willing to let suffer for you beforehand?
Liam opens his eyes and stares towards the hard camera. The smile is gone, and is replaced by a serious expression.
Liam Reilly: You're running out of time, and running out of soldiers. Enjoy each day of you life as if it were your last, because soon enough you will be the only one left...the last wounded soldier.
“Carmina Burana” by Carl Orff plays once again as Smith, Liam and Damon exit the ring and head back up the ramp to a chorus of boos. When they reach the top of the ramp, they turn and face the crowd and raise their arms triumphantly, Smith Jones lifting his Broadcast title in the air.
DM: I can't believe this Saint, first Smith Jones beats Jay Thunder and now he's joined The New Era?! I did not see that coming!
SS: That's because, unlike me, you're an idiot. Of course Smith was going to join up with The New Era. They want to take PCW to the next level and who better to help them than Smith Jones! I wonder if they'll let me sign up too?
DM: If it gets you away from this announce table, then I do hope so. Ladies and gentlemen, we're going to need some time to recover from the events that have just transpired here, we'll be right back after these messages.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Feb 16, 2013 15:27:47 GMT -5
We are back from the break and the cameras shoot out to the outside of the arena once again. The cameras after a moment or two find a familiar duo outside a familiar car, arguing. It is revealed to be LeKKter tha Lunatik and his buddy, Seth Azeroth.
AZEROTH: "You and your temper...and you HUMONGOUS mouth!"
LEKKTER: "People get on my nerves, Seth...you know this. People like that bastard security guard deserve to be thrown into fire pits!! No excuse for the way he was acting. He's lucky I didn't reach into my bag and hit him with a goddamn desk lamp!"
AZEROTH: "You have a desk lamp in your bag?"
LEKKTER: "Sure do! Also, I have a slingshot, two bowling pins and a stack of Penthouse magazines...vintage...70s editions...back when ya had to part the hair to find the vag..."
AZEROTH: "Seriously? Where's your wrestling gear?"
LEKKTER: "Uhh...I though you had it."
AZEROTH: "Why?"
LEKKTER: "Because I can't be trusted to handle things like that! That's what youre here for."
AZEROTH: "That's true, but that's not what I'm asking about. Why do you have a desk lamp in you bag?"
LEKKTER: "To have sufficent lighting in order to efficently read my magazines."
AZEROTH: "And the bowling pins?"
LEKKTER: "I dunno...to hit people with?"
AZEROTH: "Forget I asked. We have much bigger issues on hand right now, anyway. We have to get inside that building!"
LEKKTER: "This makes no sense! You don't have a phone number or something to call?"
AZEROTH: "Don't YOU!?!"
LEKKTER: "Do you know what I use my phone for?"
AZEROTH: "What?"
LEKKTER: "Angry Birds..."
AZEROTH: "In the four or so odd years that I have know you, LeKKter, that has to be the most trivial thing I have ever heard you say."
LEKKTER: "That's nice to know. That doesn't change the fact that you are slipping at you current job! After all, YOU'RE the damn 'manager,' ain't ya?"
AZEROTH: "YOU WORK HERE!!"
LEKKTER: "Well, I guess we are both fucking up, then arent we? Ha HA!"
AZEROTH: "I'm glad you find this amusing. We have to think of something, now BRAINSTORM!"
LEKKTER: "BRAINSTORMING!!"
They "brainstorm..."
LEKKTER: "Anything? Ive got nothing."
AZEROTH: "LeKKter, its been thirty seconds...try a little harder."
LEKKTER: "GAWD DAMNIT!!"
They continue to "brainstorm..."
LEKKTER: "HUZZAH!!"
AZEROTH: "What?"
LEKKTER: "The BAND!! We are the BAND! All we need is a few things: a couple guitars, some drums...a buncha people who can actually play those things...some loose women, soley for the purpose of being groupie whore bitches. You can't have a band without GROUPIE...WHORE...BITCHES!!!"
AZEROTH: "Words have escaped me...I have no response to that previous comment."
Azeroth grabs his head at the temples, and rubs them delicately as he wanders off camera, as the scene cuts back to the commentary booth.
DM: So these two hurt their heads thinking?
SS: At least they're smart unlike Bull and Ape!
DM: Bull and Ape are smart people! Definitely more so than your ignorant ass!
SS: Shut up!
Desiree smacks Shannon in the nose.
SS: What the fuck was that for?
DM: You told me to shut up! Let's get to the next match, please!
Cut to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is a LIGHTNING BOLT MATCH! Now the rules of this match are 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. To win the match, you must get the "lightning rod" to shock the opponent.
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: Introducing first, from Sydney, Australia weighing in at 265 pounds. He is a member of the PCW Hall of Fame... "THE AUSTRAILIAN 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!
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.
*DING! DING! DING!*
The match begins, and Curtis begins delivering kicks to the left leg, he connects with about five kicks, but Magnus grabs him by the head, and connects with a headbutt, he then lifts Curtis to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before lifting Curtis back to his feet, and connecting with a belly to belly suplex, he then lifts Curtis back to his feet again, and connects with a suplex before lifting Curtis to his feet, and connecting with a scoop powerslam, he then lifts Curtis back to his feet, and connects with a headbutt before lifting Curtis back to his feet again, and connecting with another headbutt, he then lifts Curtis to his feet, and connects with a third headbutt before lifting Curtis back to his feet, and connecting with a backbreaker, he then lifts Curtis back to his feet again, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before lifting Curtis to his feet, and connecting with a sidewalk slam, he then lifts Curtis to his feet, and connects with a spinebuster!
DM: Spinebuster by the seven foot five, 505 pound giant! What power put on display there!
SS: Magnus is huge, but remember, Curtis did beat him at Struggle for Power III so never count Curtis out!
Magnus lifts Curtis to his feet, grabs him by the head, and begins dragging him toward one of the turnbuckles, but Curtis fights him off by delivering elbows to the midsection, he then begins delivering kicks to the left leg, he connects with about seven kicks, he then delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before lifting Magnus to his feet, and connecting with a scoop slam, he then begins delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about ten stomps before delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about five stomps, he then waits for Magnus to get back to his feet. Magnus eventually gets back to his feet, and Curtis runs into the ropes, runs back at Magnus, and connects with a running bulldog before lifting Magnus back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a back suplex, he then begins delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about seven stomps before delivering a elbow drop to the face, he then lifts Magnus to his feet, and connects with a sitout facebuster!
DM: HOLY MOTHER OF STRENGTH! Curtis Wilkes dropping the giant with a huge sitout facebuster!
SS: Curtis is Elite! And he is better than everybody else... besides Yoshiru Long of course!
Curtis lifts Magnus to his feet, and tries to irish whip him into one of the turnbuckles, but he fails, and Magnus grabs him by the throat looking to go for a chokeslam! NO!!! Curtis delivers a kick to the midsection, runs into the ropes, runs back at Magnus, but Magnus catches him with a big boot, he then lifts Curtis to his feet, and connects with a belly to belly suplex before lifting Curtis back to his feet, and connecting with a headbutt, he then lifts Curtis back to his feet again, and connects with a sidewalk slam before lifting Curtis to his feet, and connecting with another headbutt, he then lifts Curtis back to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before lifting Curtis back to his feet again, and connecting with a third headbutt, he then lifts Curtis to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before lifting Curtis back to his feet, and connecting with a scoop slam, he then lifts Curtis back to his feet again, and connects with a suplex before lifting Curtis to his feet, and connecting with a backbreaker, he then lifts Curtis to his feet, and connects with a chokeslam!
SS: NO! NO! DAMMIT NO!
DM: Magnus is imposing his will on Curtis! May even shock him... again!
SS: DON'T SAY THAT! CURTIS WILL WIN!
Magnus lifts Curtis to his feet, scoops him up, and goes to throw him into the turnbuckle, but Curtis fights out of it, and lands on his feet behind Magnus. Magnus turns around, and goes for a clothesline, but Curtis ducks, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a scoop slam before delivering stomps to the left leg, he connects with about ten stomps, he then lifts Magnus to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a neckbreaker before lifting Magnus back to his feet, delivering a kick to the midseciton, and connecting with a DDT, he then connects with a elbow drop to the back of the head before lifting Magnus to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a back suplex, he then begins delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about seven stomps before waiting for Magnus to get back to his feet, Magns eventually gets back to his feet, and Curtis runs into the ropes, runs back at Magnus, and connects with a running DDT, he then waits for Magnus to get back to his feet again, Magnus eventually gets back to his feet again, and Curtis connects with a super kick!
SS: WOO HOO! Curtis is in business!
DM: Match ain't over yet! The fat ass hasn't sung yet!
SS: Yeah but... HEY!
Curtis lifts Magnus to his feet, and goes for a irish whip, but Magnus reverses it into a irish whip of his own, and Curtis almost runs into the turnbuckle, but he barely manages to stop himself, he then turns around, and Magnus connects with a big boot, he then lifts Curtis to his feet, and connects with a sidewalk slam before lifting Curtis back to his feet, and connecting with a scoop powerslam, he then lifts Curtis back to his feet again, and connects with a headbutt before lifting Curtis to his feet, and connecting with a backbreaker, he then lifts Curtis back to his feet, and connects with a belly to belly suplex before lifting Curtis back to his feet again, getting behind him, and connecting with a back suplex, he then liftds Curtis to his feet, and connects with a spinebuster before lifting Curtis back to his feet, and connecting with a suplex, he then waits for Curtis to get back to his feet. It takes a moment, but Curtis eventually gets back to his feet, and Magnus connects with a powerful punch to the head before connecting with a elbow drop to the chest!
DM: Damn! What power Magnus had with that elbow and punch!
SS: C'mon Curtis! You can slay the giant!
Magnus lifts Curtis to his feet, and grabs him by the head, and the crowd cheers loudly as Magnus begins dragging Curtis toward one of the turnbuckles, but Curtis fights out of it by delivering kicks to the left leg, he then delivers a kick to the midsection before connecting with a sitout facebuster! he then lifts Magnus to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before delivering stomps to the left leg, he connects with about ten stomps, he then lifts Magnus back to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before lifting Magnus back to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before lifting Magnus back to his feet again, getting behind him, and connecting with a neckbreaker, he then waits for Magnus to get to his feet. Magnus eventually gets to his feet, and Curtis runs into the ropes, runs back at Magnus, and connects with a running bulldog before delivering stomps to the left leg, he connects with about fifteen stomps, he then waits for Magnus to get to his feet. Magnus gets to one knee, and Curtis connects with the Buzzsaw Kick!
SS: AW YEAH! BUZZSAW KICK BABY!
DM: You are in full ass kissing mode here! How pathetic!
Curtis lifts Magnus to his feet, and tries to irish whip him into one of the turnbuckles, but he fails, and Magnus connects with a powerful punch to the head! he then lifts Curtis to his feet, scoops him up, and goes to throw him into the turnbuckle! NO!!! Curtis fights out of it, and lands on his feet behind Magnus. Magnus turns around, and Curtis delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with The Downward Spiral!
DM: OH MY GOD! Curtis with the huge feat of strength by hitting Magnus with The Downward Spiral!
SS: He's fucking awesome! AWESOME I TELL YOU!
Curtis waits for Magnus to get to his feet. It takes a few moments, but Magnus eventually gets to his feet, and Curtis connects with a superkick sending Magnus into the turnbuckle!
DM: OH MY GOD! CURTIS SENDS MAGNUS INTO THE TURNBUCKLE AND EFFECTIVELY BROUGHT SHOCK HIM WITH THE LIGHTNING RODS!
SS: Burnt Thunder, yo!
DM: Shut up, Taint
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match... "THE AUSTRALIAN PSYCHO"... CURTIS WILKES!!!
Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck by Grinspoon hits and Curtis gets his hand raised to a mixed reaction while medical personnel tends to Magnus Thunder.
DM: Curtis Wilkes with another victory, marking is third win in the last two weeks!
SS: He had another match?
DM: At CWF's One Night Only event last Saturday night, he beat disgraced former PCW star Chemical X in a Steel Cage match!
SS: Ah! Well we all know Curtis was and is better than that guy anyways! Curtis needs a World title match already!
DM: With the result of this match, it could be possible to attain that very soon!
SS: GIVE IT TO HIM NOW!
DM: Guys, let's go to commercial before I break Shannon's neck on live TV!
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Feb 16, 2013 15:28:28 GMT -5
We come back from break and backstage is none other than Da Xtreme Dynasty. Kevin Styles and J.T. Banks along with their new manager, Talia Skye are having a chat with each other.
Kevin Styles: Tonight is the night. The night where we regain what we never lost in the first place. The PCW World Tag Team Championship.
J.T. Banks: That's right, homie. We ride again and we're coming for our titles.
Talia Skye: You two would be great with those titles. Bull and Ape just aren't fit to be the cream of the crop of the tag team division, but you guys certainly fit that mode.
J.T. Banks: Thanks, babe. I agree completely.
And not a moment too soon, Danielle Lopez walks in with a Team Lethality t-shirt over her in-ring gear. She hugs the trio and stands beside them.
Danielle Lopez: Still amazed Da Dynasty is back in force. Always will have love for the team. It's where I grew and learned. And Talia, you are the perfect fit to manage these two. I will tell you right now, managing Kevin and J.T. is no walk in the park. They can be unmotivated at times.
J.T. Banks: HEY!
Danielle Lopez: You know I'm right. But Talia, I'm so happy to see you back in PCW and I know you'll do a fabulous job in this role. You're Talia Skye dammit and everything you do is greatness.
Talia Skye: You're absolutely right, Danielle. It's women like us and Heather Monroe who are part of the spirit of this company and you forgot one thing hun?
Danielle Lopez: Oh really. What would that be.
Talia Skye: You know. The fact that we are most definitely...
Danielle/Talia: FLAWLESS!!!
Danielle Lopez: Oh my god, yes! Haven't gotten to do that on television in god knows how long. We sooo have to break out the old shirts one of these days.
Talia Skye: Anything is possible.
Danielle Lopez: Indeed. I wish you guys the best of luck and I'm rooting for you guys. Always have.
Danielle hugs her three friends before departing. Talia looks at Styles and Banks before speaking again.
Talia Skye: So are you two ready to tear it up or what?
Kevin Styles: We were born ready.
J.T. Banks: Crystal mother fucking clear.
Talia Skye: Alright. Let's go.
The trio go to the gorrilla position and Jimmy Wilkes is standing in the ring as the camera pans back to ringside.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the PCW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing team number one!
"Everywhere I go" by Hollywood Undead hits the sound system, and the crowd cheers as Bull Connor, Ape Simmons, and Brittany Kinari comes out on stage. Bull and Ape are wearing creepy clown masks, and they each have their half of the PCW World Tag Team championships on their left shoulders.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making their way to the ring, being accompanied by Brittany Kinari, from Miami, Florida, at a combined weight of 1,000 pounds! They are the PCW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... Bull Connor and Ape Simmons... THE BULL AND APE ALLIANCE!!!
They begin making their way to the ring, taking their time to slap hands with the fans, Bull and Ape pick two kids in the front role, take their clown masks off, and put them on the kids, once they get to the ring, they walk up the steps, get in the ring, and pander to the fans yelling ''WE.....ARE.....HUNGRY!!!'' before handing the ref their titles, and waiting for the match to begin.
Jimmy Wilkes: And the challengers!
"Coming Undone" by Korn plays and a huge cheer comes throughout the entire arena. A couple of seconds come by and Talia Skye stands on the rampway in a short Da Xtreme Dynasty t-shirt, a black skirt and heels. She points to the back and Kevin Styles and J.T. Banks emerge, all confident in themselves and the crowd cheers like crazy. The trio poses on the stage as the fireworks go off.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making their way to the ring, being accompanied by Talia Skye, at a combined weight of 513 pounds. They are members of the PCW Hall of Fame... Kevin Styles and J.T. Banks... DA XTREME DYNASTY!!!
The trio nod their heads and they make their way to the ring. They walk slowly and take the time to slap hands with the fans at ringside before getting on the apron. They help Talia on the apron and pull the ropes down so she can get in before they follow suit. Styles and Banks hop on the top of opposite turnbuckles to play up to the crowd while Talia points at the two. They hop down and Talia gives a hug to Kevin while for J.T., she plants a kiss on his lips before getting out of the ring. Styles and Banks then go to their side of the ring and wait for the match to begin.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: There's the opening bell, and we're ready to start this one off! Ape Simmons and Kevin Styles are circling each other, jocking for position...and there's the collar and elbow tie up. Ape takes the upper hand as he shoves Kevin to the turnbuckle. Kevin comes back with fury and smacks Ape in the face!
SS: Dumb fucking retard slapped the big man in the face! Stupid!
DM: Mind if I slap you then, idiot?
SS: I'll pass!
DM: Ape gets enraged and starts chasing after Kevin who immediately gets out of the ring and runs around! He quickly slides back into the ring and as Ape gets back into the ring, Kevin kicks the rope and the rope cables hit nothing but the mommy and daddy button on Ape Simmons!
SS: Can these fat fucks even see that area?
DM: Well like them, you're a fat ass, so why don't you get off your lazy behind and ask them!
SS: Heh!
DM: Kevin waits for Ape to get back up! He does so and Kevin delivers a dropkick, but Ape doesn't go down! Kevin does it again... and again, Ape stands on his feet! Kevin gets frustrated and springboards off the ropes... and hits Ape with a spinning kick to take him back down!
SS: DAMMIT! Da Dynasty got the early advantage! This sucks!
DM: Fuck you! Nobody cares about your stupid ass opinions anyways!
Ape manages to make it to his feet and goes for a right hand, but Styles blocks it and turns it into a right of his own. Styles with a left... and a right. Ape is reeling as he's backed in to the ropes. Styles with a boot to the gut, and he shoots Ape across the ring. Ape comes back off the rebound and Styles leaps up, going for a hurricanrana, but instead... Ape drops down with a powerbomb!
DM: DAMN YOU!
SS: Biased?
DM: Says jackoff who kisses the asses of The Elite and any other "heel" in this company that's not named Draven Logan Kennedy and Triple M!
SS: Shut up, bitch!
DM: (furiously speaking) What did you just call me?
SS: (stuttering) N-N-N-N... nothing!
Ape drags Styles back to his feet. He goes for a right hand, but Styles ducks it and hits a Martial arts like kick with his good legs. Ape goes for another punch, but this time, Styles swipes Ape's legs to cause him to go down on the mat. Styles limps to his corner and makes the tag to Jerry J.T. Banks, who wastes no time in getting in the ring. Ape sees Banks, and looks over at Bull before tagging him in. Bull steps into the ring and he and Banks immediately go face to face.
SS: Oh boy! Two big bad bulls colliding here! The Punisher versus one half of the tag team champions!
DM: J.T. Banks is no small man! Nearly 300 pounds and all muscle!
Banks and Bull lock up. Banks with a side headlock. Bull attempts to shoot his off the ropes, but Banks uses his strength to block it and deliver a boot to the gut. Banks grabs Bull's head... and somehow hits him with a snapmare. Banks bounces off the ropes and returns to deliver a big boot to the face of Bull Connor. Banks hooks the leg for the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
Bull kicks out at the count of two! Banks gets Bull back to his feet and sends his to the corner. He follows in for a clothesline, but Ape gets his boots up and Banks goes stumbling back. Banks stumbles back and Bull runs up... and waffles Banks with a clothesline that could have turned him inside out.
DM: That was sick! Absolutely crushing!
SS: Bull and Ape are powerful human beings! Fatties, but they have power!
Bull gets Banks back up and picks him up... and slams him down with a scoop slam. Bull chants "I'M HUNGRY" which gets a great pop from the crowd. He hops on the second rope and the crowd is completely shocked at a 500 pound man possibly going to fly in the air. Bull looks down and he dives off... BIG SPLASH RIGHT ON J.T. BANKS! Bull quickly hooks the leg for the pin attempt here...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
Now J.T. banks is the one to kick out! Bull gets back up and starts stalking Banks. He begins to stomp on the mid-section of "The Punisher". He starts kicking at every possible limb Banks has available before delivering a mean leg drop to the throat. Bull gets back up and hits a second leg drop... and then a third... and a fourth... and now a fifth to leave J.T. Banks in a really bad way.
DM: I hate to say it, but Bull and Ape are looking really good here!
SS: They're big, powerful and they will CRUSH you with ease! They are the tag team champions you know!
DM: Never count out Da Dynasty though who are undefeated in PCW as a tag team!
SS: They never lost?
DM: No they haven't! You were the fucking idiot who stripped them of the tag team titles! Remember?
SS: I'M NOT AN IDIOT!
DM: Riiiiiiight! Whatever helps you sleep at night, tubby!
Bull gets back to his feet and again shouts "I'M HUNGRY" to even more cheers from the crowd. Bull is like a madman at this point as he begins to kick away at J.T. Banks to the point where the ref intervenes and tries to get Bull to stop. Bull looks back at referee Larry Smith and hebacks away quickly. As he does so, Banks recovers and pops Bull in the face with one huge shot. Banks connects with another one... and another one before hitting him with a leaping clothesline to take him down. But Banks stays on the much larger man and gets him up, hooks him in position before hitting it...
DM: CHOKESLAM! Banks with the Chokeslam to Bull Connor!
SS: 500 pound one at that! My god, that was massive!
DM: And both men are down! Larry Smith looks at the both of them and begins his mandated ten count!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!
SIX!!!!
SEVEN!!!!
EIGHT!!!!
NINE!!!!
Banks is back to his feet, as well as Bull to beat the ten count. Banks leaps over to his corner and makes the tag to Styles while Bull does the same and tags in Ape. Both the men get into the ring. Ape goes after Styles, but Kevin ducks it and kicks Ape in the shin. Kevin steps back, then steps up and hits a flying cresant kick. Ape gets back up, but is met with a second consecutive kick. Ape gets up for a third time, but is met with the same result. Ape gets up for a fourth time, except this time, Kevin hits him with a beautifully executed Dropkick to the face.
DM: YES! My hubby has the upperhand and Da Xtreme Dynasty are back in this contest!
SS: Meh! I hope he gets injured again!
Desiree balls up her fist and punches Shannon repeatedly in the face.
DM: I TOLD YOU TO SHUT THE FUCK UP! FUCKING ASSHOLE!
Styles now raises his fist in the air before going back to Ape Simmons. He gets Ape up and delivers a brutal knife edge chop to the chest. He does it again... and again... and again until there are red hand prints formed on Ape's chest. Kevin bounces off the ropes, runs toward Ape and goes for a Spinning heel kick... NOPE! Ape moves out of the way, but WAIT! KEVIN LANDS ON HIS FEET AND GOES TO THE ROPES WHERE HE BACKFLIPS... SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT... AND AN INVERTED DDT! Kevin Styles hit it with perfection and Ape Simmons is down.
DM: The end is near! Baby, finish them off! FINISH THEM OFF AND WIN THE TITLES AGAIN!
Kevin raises his arm in the air and waits for Ape to get to a vertical position. Ape gets up and Styles runs up to him, going for it... STYLISH EXECUTION!!! NO!!! APE HAS HIM HELD UP! Styles is trying to fight for it. Banks enters the ring... and clips Ape in the left knee with a chopblock to release Styles. Banks gets back up and as Bull Connor gets into the ring... J.T. FLOORS HIM WITH A SPEAR!!!
DM: OH MY GOD! J.T. BANKS JUST FLOORED THE 500 POUND MONSTER WITH A HUGE SPEAR!
Bull is down and the momentum causes him to roll out of the ring. It's down to Da Dynasty and Ape Simmons. Ape is on one knee and Styles kicks him in the chest... and does it again... and again... and again before hitting him with a knee to the face. Styles and Banks look towards their manager Talia Skye, who signals for them to end this. Styles moves around the ring, waiting for Ape to get up. Ape Simmons is up and Styles runs up to him... and HITS APE WITH THE STYLISH EXECUTION! Ape feels the impact, but immpediately J.T. Banks grabs him, lifts him up and plants him down with a Brainbuster DDT!
DM: NEW YORK STATE OF MIND! BACK TO BACK THEY CALL THAT LIGHTS OUT! AND THE COVER! THEY HAVE THIS!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: NEW CHAMPIONS! YES! YES! YES!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here are your winners by pinfall... and the NEW PCW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... DA XTREME DYNASTY!!!
"Coming Undone" by Korn hits and the crowd immediately erupts into cheers at the announcement. Talia Skye grabs the titles, enters the ring and hands it to Styles and Banks who are elated with happiness. Styles hugs Talia and goes out of the ring to celebrate with the crowd while Banks looks at his girlfriend and does the same, but with a kiss.
DM: They did it! Da Xtreme Dynasty are champions again! They...
As soon as Desiree was about to continue, her husband Kevin Styles runs up to her and gives her a huge hug and a passionate kiss on her lips before telling her he loves her and starts celebrating by slapping the hands of every fan in the front row before getting back into the ring. Styles and Banks share a bro hug and then a group hug with Talia before raising each others arm in the air.
DM: I swear, I love Kevin so much! But yes, you are seeing it with your own eyes! Da Xtreme Dynasty are back on top of the mountain! The new PCW World Tag Team Champions! Congratulations guys, you deserve it!
From there, we go to a commercial break.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Feb 16, 2013 15:29:24 GMT -5
Back from commercial and the cameras switch back to the outside of the arena, this time at the ticket booth. The cameras see Seth Azeroth and LeKKter the LunatiK making their way to the front of the ticket counter...
LEKKTER: "Are you serious?"
AZEROTH: "It seems to be to only option as of right now. Look, we'll buy the tickets, and once we're inside, we will touch bases with the right people and try to get our tickets reimbursed. This is the only thing I can think of."
LEKKTER: "I don't wanna buy a ticket! I WORK HERE!!"
AZEROTH: "Now you realize that...it took you two hours and arguing with security in order for you to figure this all out, but NOW you finally wanna use that as an arguement. Priceless. Look, we don't have a choice; this is what we're doing. Now, gimme fifty bucks."
LEKKTER: "Pffft.....fifty, dollars? As in five THOUSAND PENNIES?!?!"
AZEROTH: "Dude, I swear, if you pull out five thousand pennies..."
LEKKTER: "Hmmm...remind me to get five thousand pennies later on...that sounds like it could be interesting. But in the meantime, you can FUCK OFF!! That's beer money for like six days!"
AZEROTH: "LeKKter...I swear to God..."
LEKKTER: "I don't just HAVE fifty bucks chillin on me! I barely had the gas fades to get us here, REMEMBER!! You're Mr. Manager-Man...you handle it."
AZEROTH: "Why? Why do I associate myself with you."
Azeroth pulls out his wallet, and gets his debit card. He approaches the ticket counter, and buys two tickets. He hands one to LeKKter, and they head inside...
They go past the ticket check, and into the main lobby of the arena. Once inside, they begin to make their way to the backstage area, and they just so happen to run into their friend...the security guard from earlier.
AZEROTH: "Aww...shit, it's that power-tripping security guard."
LEKKTER: "Awesome idea you had there, Seth."
AZEROTH: "Look, don't start with me. We will just try to get by him...act casual."
The duo slowly and surely try to walk past the guard...They get just behind him when suddenly...
GUARD: "HEY!! PASSES!! YOU TWO!! NOW!!"
LEKKTER: "I was as casual as I could be."
AZEROTH: "GODDAMNIT!"
The guard runs up on the both of them, and tries to grab Azeroth by the arm. As this is going on, you see LeKKter, half way inside of his duffel bag, rummaging through it...
...the cameras focus on the scuffle match occuring between Azeroth and the guard. Moments later, however you hear a loud *CRACK!* and the guard slumps to the ground. The cameras shift over to LeKKter, who is standing over the prone body of the security guard...
...with a desk lamp firmly gripped in his hand.
AZEROTH: "You hit him with a desk lamp?"
LEKKTER: "Told you I wanted to.."
AZEROTH: "YOU ACTUALLY HAD A DESK LAMP IN YOUR DUFFEL BAG!?!?!"
LEKKTER: "Why does this suprise you?"
AZEROTH: "And I am assuming that you REALLY have bowling pins in your bag..."
As they conversate, two more guards rush the scene. LeKKter, out of nowhere, hucks a bowling pin at one of them, catching him square in between the eyes, knocking him senseless.
LEKKTER: "Yuuuup."
The two see the other guards running at them, and they do the same...in the opposite direction. The chase ensues, stretching throughout the arena, until they happen to run into PCW GM, James Baker. The GM then stops the guards in their tracks as LeKKter and Azeroth slide in behind the shield that is the General Manager. The GM begins to sort things out with the guards, and informs Azeroth and LeKKter of where their dressing rooms are located.
Seth and LeKKter, finally, make it into the locker room. They both take a seat on the wooden bench in the locker area, and speak...
AZEROTH: "That...sucked. But, we still made it! Thank God!"
LEKKTER: "Hopefully, we don't have to deal with that in the future."
AZEROTH: "I assume we wont. Well damn....all of this trouble and time lost, we don't have the time for you to go out there and introduce yourself to the live crowd!"
LEKKTER: "Well, they got to see us during our escapade tonight, didn't they?"
AZEROTH: "No...how could they?"
LEKKTER: "The, uhh...those cameras have been up our ass all night."
AZEROTH: "What cameras? You're talking like a lunatic again. No cameras were following us."
LEKKTER: "There weren't? Then what the hell--"
AZEROTH: "No, of course not! At least...I don't...think...so."
Slowly and in unison, they both turn their heads towards the "cameras," with bewildered looks pasted on their mugs. Lekkter glances at Azeroth out the corner of his eye, and discreetly points at the camera as the scene fades away.
FOURTH WALL....BROKEN!!
We go back to the arena where Desiree Miles and Shannon Saint are sitting.
DM: Umm... well that was... something!
SS: This guy is fucking awesome! Awesome I tell you!
DM: Okay! Well let's get to the ring where Jimmy Wilkes is ready to announce the combatants of our Platinum Championship match!
Cut to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the PCW PLATINUM CHAMPIONSHIP!
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 the challenger!
"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: And here we go! Both opponents circling each other carefully, Kai challenges Matthews to a test of strength… And he accepts!
SS: I'm not sure this is a good idea!
DM: Matthews taking the advantage… he lifts Kai in the air… MILITARY PRESS DROP!
SS: Ouch! That fall’s GOTTA hurt!
DM: But Kai makes it to his feet again! Matthews going for a big boot… NO! Kai ducks and catches him with a spinning reverse kick to his back! What a great dodge! Matthews turns around, Kai bounces off the ropes… WICKED CLOTHESLINE!
SS: But Matthews back to his feet once more! Kai charging at him, she’s going for a Hurricanrana… NO! SPINEBUSTER BY Matthews AND Kai IS DOWN! AW SHIT! What a terrible impact!
DM: Matthews with the cover!
1!
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2!
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NO! Kai kicks out!
SS: That Spinebuster could have crushed him!
DM: There's just no ounce of quit in this man, whether you like him or not! Matthews backs up, Kai still on the mat, he gets to a knee and Matthews approaches him… but Kai swats him away and is back on his feet again! Matthews comes for a chop, Kai is quicker with a spinning backfist! Matthews going for an uppercut… NO! Kai dodges and gets at him with some vicious forearm strikes!
SS: Dammit! Come on Matthews!
DM: Matthews pushes Kai away in an Irish whip, and he gets propelled to the ropes, Matthews going for a clothesline… NO! Kai once again ducks and bounces off the other side of the ring… Tornado DDT!
SS: Matthews is down! This might be Kai’s chance! Seated Senton splash for good measure, and it’s now he who has the pin attempt!
1!
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2!
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NO! Matthews kicks out!
SS: YES! HE KICKED OUT!
DM: Still a great offense put by the challenger after the Spinebuster he suffered earlier!
SS: Kai springs to his feet and turns towards Matthews… NO! Matthews CATCHES HIM BY THE NECK! CHOKETOSS!
DM: A vicious move!
SS: But Kai's not backing down! He kicks out from Matthews’s pin attempt, Matthews trying to grab Kai's legs… NO! Kai pushes him away and rolls to his feet! Matthews goes for a front kick, Kai ducks it… OH NO!
DM: CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL BY MATTHEWS! A savage hit to Kai! Right to Kai’s neck! Marina drops down and Matthews rolls him up for the pin!
1!
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2!
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NO! Kai gets her shoulder up!
SS: WHAT!?
DM: What a warrior Kai is!
SS: Ladies and gentlemen, I cannot believe it! Kai just… kicked… out!
DM: And Matthews is beside himself! He lifts his arm to the air and paces around the ring, while Kai is struggling to get back to his feet… and he grabs Kai's neck again!
SS: WE MIGHT BE WITNESSING A CHOKESLAM RIGHT HERE!!!
DM: Matthews lifts Kai up, he wiggles with his legs, kicking Matthews, forcing him to release the hold… WAIT! He’s wrapping his legs around Matthews’s neck!
SS: The fuck is he trying to do?
DM: Choking him! He wants that Platinum title at ALL COSTS!
And here comes the referee! He asks Matthews if he wants to throw the match, but he refuses! He’s struggling to break free, he grabs Kai’s legs… NO! He’s lifting him up on his shoulders… FALLING POWERBOMB!
SS: Reversal after reversal here! And Kai is on the floor again!
DM: But Matthews cannot take advantage as he has to regain his breath!
The crowd starts chanting “PCW! PCW! PCW!”
DM: What a GREAT showing these two are putting tonight in this Championship match!
SS: Right you are, Desireè, and this shows why PCW is the best of the best!
Matthews drops down to a knee to catch his breath, while Kai is regaining his senses... Matthews lifting himself up using the ropes... Kai comes at him with a diving crossbody, not letting Matthews get a chance! Matthews is down, and Kai climbs to the top rope, signaling for the end!
DM: We're about to witness a high impact move here! And here he flies... DIVING CLOTHESLINE!!!
SS: NOOOOOOO!!!!
DM: BUT WAIT! MATTHEWS LIFTED HIS KNEES, CATCHING KAI AS HE LANDED!
SS: YES!
DM: MATTHEWS MIGHT JUST BE RETAINING THE TITLE! HE SIGNALS FOR THE END... HOLY VENDETTA!
SS: OH HELL YEAH! IT'S OVER!
DM: MATTHEWS WITH A COVER!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
*DING DING DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match up by pinfall and STILL PCW PLATINUM CHAMPION... "THE EVANGELIST"... JERRY MATTHEWS!!!
"Long Black Train" by Josh Turner hits and the crowd boos as Jerry Matthews gets his hand raised in victory and takes the Platinum title from the referee.
The fans boo loudly at the result as Jerry Matthews rolls out of the ring, grabs his Platinum Championship and walks up the ramp.
SS: Matthews proved that him beating Draven was not a fluke! He will be a great Platinum Champion!
DM: He did do it fairly tonight, but time will tell just how long he'll have it!
SS: He'll have it forever! I can feel it!
DM: Whatever you say! Anyways, we are going to take it to our next match up of the night! The Last Man Standing match between Syn and Yoshiru Long!
SS: Go Yosh!
DM: Calm yourself, tubby!
Cut to the ring.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Feb 16, 2013 15:30:16 GMT -5
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is a LAST MAN STANDING MATCH!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing the special guest referee!
"II Trill" by Bun B feat. Z-Ro and J. Prince plays throughout the arena, strobe lights blinking a vary of colors as the crowd in attendance stands on their feet and cheers very loudly. Smoke starts hitting the ramp, fulfilling throughout the bottom level attendance. Cameras hit the entrance ramp, as out from behind of the mega tron. Throughout all the smoke, James Baker appears from out of the curtain hand wearing a referee shirt over his jeans. James raises his arm in the air as the fireworks go off on the stage.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring. He is the PCW General Manager as well as the King of Hardcore... "DA XTREME GANGSTA"... JAMES BAKER!!!
He slowly walks down the ramp, and James has a look of intensity in his eyes. He finally hits the ring and slides in underneath the bottom rope before he hops on the top turnbuckle and stares out at the crowd with an expressionless look on his face as the fans are cheering him on. Once James does that, he hops off the ropes and stands in the middle of the ring as he awaits for the match participants to come out.
Jimmy Wilkes: Now the participants!
"Duality" by Slipknot hits, the lights dim and smoke starts to fill the arena as Syn creeps onto the stage, a sick smile on his face.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 216 pounds... THIS... IS... SYN!!!
He stands up straight and and slowly walks down to the ring with his hands clasped behind his back. He creeps up the steel steps and enters the ring, then sits Indian style in the middle of the ring as he awaits for the match to begin.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
"An Evening With El Diablo" by Chevelle hits the arena as the crowd erupts in overwhelming boos. Yoshiru steps out to the stage, looking around at the hating audience. He smirks, the taunts the crowd with a God-like pose as pyros blast off behind him. As the pyros die down, Yoshiru begins his way down the aisle.
Jimmy Wilkes: On his way to the ring, from Tokyo, Japan! Weighing in at two hundred forty-five pounds...Yoshiru Long!
Yoshiru enters the ring by way of the steps. He climbs on to the middle rope, taunts the crowd for a moment more, then extends his arms out to each side, posing for the crowd once again. After a few moments, Yoshiru hops down from the middle rope and quickly turns his attention to the stage as his music dies out.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And here we go! This match up is underway!
SS: This is going to be a very brutal match up! Come on, Yosh! You can do this!
Syn is quick on the attack as he clotheslines Yoshiru before mounting on top and hammering him with a left... and another while continuing to lay in with the left handed punches. James Baker just stands there with a smirk and lets this continue. Syn gets off and pulls Yoshiru back to his feet where he lays in an uppercut... and another one before laying him out with a third.
SS: STOP HIM, BAKER! STOP HIM!
DM: This is a last man standing match, dingbat! No rules necessary! Just a ten count!
Syn in a fit of rage and he goes to the corner. Yoshiru gets back to his feet... and Syn quickly rushes at Yoshiru. Yoshiru catches him with a boot to the gut... and he quickly sends Syn shoulder first in to the ring post. Syn stumbles out holding his shoulder. He turns around... and Yoshiru brings him to the mat with an armbreaker.
SS: YES! GO YOSH, GO!
DM: Calm down, Taint! God damn, it's still early in the match!
SS: But still! Yoshiru is that awesome!
DM: Ugh! Just shut up!
Yoshiru hammerlocks the arm behind Syn's back... and he drives a hard knee in to it.. .and another. Yoshiru pulls up on the arm... and delivers another knee. He drops a third knee drop onto the bad arm. Yoshiru pulls Leon back to his feet... vertical suplex. Yoshiru planted Syn down with a verticle suplex!
SS: And now Yoshiru rolls out of the ring and looks underneath the apron! I know what's to come here!
DM: Ya don't say?
Yoshiru grabs a steel chair before throwing it into the ring before sliding in himself. Yoshiru waits very patiently for Syn to get up while he has the chair in hand. Leon is now up to his feet and Yoshiru swings for the fences...! NO! Syn kicks Yoshiru in the gut and grabs him by the neck... NECKBLOCKED BACKBREAKER! Syn with the Necklocked Backbreaker to the PCW Hall of Famer. Syn gets back up and looks at James Baker. James shrugs his shoulders.
James Baker: Keep going.
Syn nods his head as he now grabs the chair and as Yoshiru gets to his knees. Syn raises it up and... THWACK! Syn cracks Yoshiru in the back with a chair. Syn's not stopping there as he continues to crack Yoshiru with shot after shot before laying waste to him with a shot to the skull. James yells "KEEP GOING" and Syn continues to lay away with shots to the former CWF and PCW World Heavyweight Champion until the chair is nearly bent in two.
DM: Yoshiru is getting beaten down by the diabolical Syn! And he nearly bent the fucking chair in the process!
SS: Fucking monster! Baker needs to stop this if he has any ounce of humanity in him!
DM: He has some, but not for Yoshiru and certainly not for fat people like you!
Syn gets Yoshiru up to his feet and starts landing in a series of jabs to the face. Syn comes back and lands a lariat to take Yoshiru back down to the mat. Yoshiru gets back up, but only for Syn to grab him and hook him up for it... Snap Suplex! Syn with a nice Snap Suplex to Yoshiru Long. Leon rolls out of the ring and looks underneath the apron himself. Syn grabs a barbed wire and slides back in the ring. He waits for Yoshiru to get to his feet. Yoshiru gets up and Syn swings the bat... BAM! NO! Yoshiru dropkicks the bat right to Syn's face and blood starts pouring from the forehead and the left side of his face as he caught a good portion of that.
DM: Good god! Syn's bleeding like a stuffed pig! BRUTAL shot by Yoshiru Long!
SS: Syn's going to bleed until he dies! I love it!
DM: You are one sick demented man! Who knows what is going to happen here!
Yoshiru looks at Syn with a psychotic glare in his eyes before grabbing the steel chair from earlier. Yoshiru has it in his hands as he waits for Syn to get to his feet. As Syn is up, Yoshiru gets to his feet and... THWACK! NO! Syn instead kicks Yoshiru in the groin area. Yoshiru is down on the mat and clutches at his 'area' with huge pain on his face. Syn picks the chair up and smashes it across Yoshiru's back. He smashes it again... and again... and again until Syn decides to set the chair down in the middle of the ring.
SS: PSYCHO!
DM: It's perfectly legal, tubby! Perfectly fucking legal!
SS: He's still a psycho!
DM: And you're still fat so get over it!
Syn is slow to get to his feet but finally does as Yoshiru lays on the apron. Syn reach over and grab Yoshiru, and brings him to his feet. Syn kicks Yoshiru in the gut before placeing him in-between his legs. He looks at the crowd with a smile on his face before executing it... PILEDRIVER ON THE CHAIR!!! Yoshiru's skull bounces off the chair following that wicked looking Piledriver. James Baker looks at Yoshiru down on the mat and smirks before telling Syn to "Keep Going".
DM: And this match is continuing!
SS: Yosh is seriously hurt here! Somebody stop this!
DM: James Baker has full control, dumbass! This can go as long as HE wants it to go!
Syn starts to stomp on Yoshiru with even more force than usual. Syn gets Yoshiru up to his feet and lands a right. He lands another right... and another right... and another right... and another right. He's got Yoshiru reeling here. Syn runs up toward him... and goes for a jumping knee... NO!!! Yoshiru ducked it and hits Syn with a low blow of his own to take him down to his knees. Yoshiru delivers a few punches to ensure that Syn won't be getting up. Yoshiru now grabs the barbed wire bat from earlier and waits for Syn to get back up. Syn is up and Yoshiru swings... NO! Syn counters with a punch to the gut and the weapon is dropped. Syn now picks it up and then places Yoshiru to his knees before grinding the bat against his forehead. The blood is now pouring from Yoshiru's head, but Syn isn't done by any stretch. He now grabs the chair he piledrived Yoshiru on and sets it back up before getting Yoshiru to his feet. Syn hooks Yoshiru up in position and holds him there for a moment before dropping him onto the chair with impact...
DM: BRAINBUSTER ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR! MY GOD, WHAT A MOVE!
SS: Oh my god! Yosh, get up! For god's sake GET UP, MAN!
DM: He looks to be out like a light! And both men are bleeding here!
James Baker checks on both Yoshiru and Syn as they are both down. He states the words "Keep Going" before stepping back and allowing them time to get to their feet. A minute or two passes and both of them get to their feet at the same time. Both of them start trading blows with one another. Syn with a left... Yoshiru with a right... Syn... Yoshiru... Syn... Yoshiru. Again, these two are not letting up one bit in their quest to win this brutal, brutal affair. Syn goes for another right, but Yoshiru counters it and lands a Snap suplex. Yoshiru rolls out of the ring and snatches the ring bell from the timekeeper before sliding back in the ring. Yoshiru waiting for Syn to get to his feet while he has the title firmly in his grasp. Syn gets to his feet, and Yoshiru charges towards him... BAM! NO! Syn ducks the shot and goes to grab Yoshiru from behind... GERMAN SUPLEX!!! Syn hit the German Suplex out of desperation! Syn still has his hands grasped around Yoshiru's waist... and hits it again! Syn does it again... and that's three consecutive German Suplexes and Yoshiru Long is down.
DM: He did the hat trick and Yoshiru is beaten to a near pulp!
SS: DAMMIT! THIS FUCKING SUCKS SHIT! GRRRRRR!!!
DM: Somebody's a little pissy!
SS: NO! THIS CAN'T HAPPEN TO THE ELITE! IT CAN'T!
Syn goes to the outside of the ring and looks under the apron once more. He grabs a barbed wire steel chair and slides in the ring. He goes to hit Yoshiru in the head with it, but Yoshiru barely moves out of the way and the chair hits the mat. Yoshiru backs into the corner and Syn swings for the fences anyways, and again, Yoshiru slithers out of the ring, narrowingly avoiding contact. Yoshiru finds another chair on the outside and smiles rather wickedly before sliding back in the ring. Syn goes for a third attempt to hit Yoshiru, but like the previous two times. It fails, but only due to Yoshiru smashing it out of Syn's hands with the other chair before smashing him in the head with it to make the blood flow even more. Yoshiru stares at James and says something...
Yoshiru Long: Are you going to declare me as the winner now?
James Baker: How about... NO! Now keep going!
Yoshiru Long: I said end it NOW!
James Baker: Oh yeah! How about this?
James flips Yoshiru the bird. As Yoshiru gets irate, Syn gets to his feet and has the barbed wire chair in hand again. James smirks and tells Yoshiru to turn around. He turns around, only to have Syn waffle him in the skull with the barbed wire chair, opening up the wounds even more and more blood pours out of Yoshiru's head. Yoshiru goes down and Syn starts bashing Yoshiru anywhere he can with the chair, absolutely enraged and just wanting to beat the living crap out of the man who once used an imposter version of himself. Syn's not done by any means as he rolls out of the ring and grabs a table before sliding back into the ring. He sets the table up and lights it on fire and flames immediately gulf up.
DM: OH MY GOD! IT'S ON FIRE! THE TABLE IS ON FIRE!
SS: YOU FUCKING LUNATIC! THIS IS TOO FAR! YOU HEAR ME, TOO FAR!
DM: Who cares what you think, tubby! This is a match with no rules and it is as brutal as it can get!
As the flames on the table go up. Syn gets Yoshiru to his feet. Yoshiru can barely stand up straight. Syn kicks him in the gut, grabs him by the arm, and then the other one before hooking him in position and then hitting it...
DM: THE KILLING JOKE! THE KILLING JOKE! SYN JUST HIT YOSHIRU WITH THE KILLING JOKE THROUGH THE FLAMING TABLE!
SS: Can you now end the match, Baker?
Syn smirks and Yoshiru is laid out through the burnt remains of the table. James Baker makes sure that Yoshiru is able to continue. Once he checks on him, he grabs the bell laying in the ring and then rings it himself.
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match... SYN!!!
"Duality" by Slipknot hits and the crowd gives a mixed reaction upon Syn winning the match. He and James share a glare at each other before the GM raises Syn's hand in victory.
DM: Syn with the brutal victory over Yoshiru Long!
SS: I hope Yosh is okay! PLEASE let Yoshiru be okay!
DM: Oh shut up! I'm sure he'll be fine! Just will have to go to the local burn unit is all!
SS: I'm just worried is all!
DM: And I said shut up! We're going to take our final commercial break! We'll be back after this!
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Feb 16, 2013 15:30:38 GMT -5
DM: Welcome back to Wrestle Extravaganza III: St. Valentine's Massacre and what a show we have had so far!
SS: Fuckin' A! New Broadcast and World Tag Team Champions and a lot of blood, sweat and tears have been shed in that ring!
DM: And now the emotional part of the show! Our main event! One last time Heather Monroe will battle in a PCW ring as she goes one on one with Adrien Cochrane with the PCW World Heavyweight Championship on the line!
SS: Take away that champions ball match which neither Heather or Adrien had any say in the finish, and this series is two/one Adrien! Heather beating Adrien to win her third Scars of Wrestling Cup at Slamathon III, Adrien got the win back at Wrestle Extravaganza II when he beat both Heather and Draven Logan Kennedy to win the vacant PCW Platinum Championship, while at Struggle for Power III, Adrien defeated Heather to win the PCW World Heavyweight Championship!
DM: And this is the final time they will face each other and there are few matches that are better for Heather to have her final one in PCW!
SS: No there isn't!
DM: With that said! Let's take it down to the ring for the entrances!
"Light" by The Agony Family hits and the crowd cheers as Adrien Cochrane comes out to the ramp, with the PCW World Heavyweight Championship around his waist as he is filled with lots and lots of energy. He stands there and observes the crowd. Adrien smirks and he makes their way down the ramp. Adrien is continuing to show the energy he had coming out. He slaps hands with the fans before stopping at the end of the entrance way. He slides in the ring via under the bottom rope. He goes to the top rope and raises the championship in the air before hopping off. He goes to his corner and waits patiently.
DM: This is a big fight feel, Shannon! Nothing like we have ever witnessed before when it goes for this title!
SS: I can't really count a PCW World title match that has had this much meaning for both opponents and that says a lot about the two competitors who will be battling for it tonight!
DM: We have witnessed so many classics for the PCW World title! From Yoshiru Long versus Nightrain, to Yoshiru versus Sickboy, to Sickboy versus Michael Morrison, Mariano Fernandez versus Leon Lonewolf, Mariano versus Sickboy! The four way Hell in a Cell at Anarchy! The list goes on, but none have had that feeling like tonight has had!
SS: And that's a reason why I'm looking forward to this match!
After Adrien's entrance. 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.
DM: And here is Heather Monroe who walks down a PCW ramp for the very last time!
SS: One of the cornerstones when it comes to the female's in this company! Her, Danielle Lopez and Talia Skye are the original three women here and after tonight, only Danielle remains out of that class to still be wrestling!
DM: But this could be a storybook ending for Heather though! To win the PCW World Heavyweight Championship for the second time in her final match!
SS: That would be icing on the cake, no question about that! She could become the first ever multiple time PCW World Heavyweight Champion and that would be historic indeed!
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 introductions to start.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is your MAIN EVENT of WRESTLE EXTRAVAGANZA III: ST. VALENTINE'S MASSACRE... and it is a TWO OUT OF THREE FALLS MATCH!!!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: And introducing the challenger! She is from Des Moines, Iowa! She is a former PCW World Heavyweight, Broadcast and World Tag Team Champion and she is a member of the PCW Hall of Fame... "THE CLASS ACT"... HEATHERRRRRRRRR MONRRRRRRRRROE!!!
The crowd cheers loudly as Heather throws up the peace sign and plays up to the fans.
Jimmy Wilkes: And now the champion! He is from New Orleans, Louisiana! He weighed in this morning at 190 pounds! He is a former PCW Platinum Champion and the current reigning and defending PCW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD... "THE DROPKICK KING"... ADRIIIIIIIIIEN COCHRANEEEEEEEEE!!!
Adrien raises the PCW World Heavyweight Championship to cheers from the crowd. He hands the title to the referee who raises it in the air before handing it to the ringside attendant. He goes back to the center of the ring and looks at both Adrien and Heather before the bell to start this one off rings.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And here we go! Our main event of this free televised special! PCW World Heavyweight Championship on the line! The final match up for Heather Monroe!
SS: And it couldn't happen in a better match either! Two out of three falls, yo!
Heather and Adrien shake hands and then lock up. Adrien brings Heather into a side head lock. Heather pushes Adrien up against the ropes and shoves him away. Adrien bounces off the ropes and returns to Heather... Shoulderblock. Adrien stumbles back as Heather goes on the offensive with a kick to the gut. Adrien doubles over as Heather brings him in... Snap Suplex! Heather back to her feet and leaps into the air... Knee drop! Adrien convulses on the mat, holding his forehead in pain.
DM: Heather's got it going early on here! Going with the quick offense against the World Champion!
SS: She's always been known as a quick striker and she's sticking to what brought her to the dance! Great strategy!
Heather returns to her feet, dragging Adrien up with her. Heather scoops Adrien up for a slam but he wiggles free. Adrien with a forearm to the small of the back. Heather arches her back in pain as Adrien brings her in and hooks her up... and hits the Hall of Famer with a Back Suplex. Adrien is feeling it now as he measures Heather up... Leg drop across the throat followed by a cover.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Heather with a kickout! And keep in mind, this is a two out of three falls match!
SS: Not going to be easy!
Adrien quickly to his feet and starts to stomp Heather's mid-section to keep her down. It works well as the kicks are very fierce. But Adrien is not done as he pulls Heather into a seated position... and has the Reverse Chin Lock locked in.
DM: Adrien is versed in the technical side of wrestling and this wears anybody down the longer it's locked in!
SS: Ade knows he has to do anything to slow down Heather Monroe who's as quick as a cat, but she also can withstand the punishment!
DM: That is correct! Heather Monroe has been known to take a lot of punishment and just keep on going!
Heather starts to struggle and move around, trying to maneuver her way out but Adrien has the chin lock locked on tight. Heather gets to her feet and Adrien is trying to hold her down but Heather is up to her feet and delivers an elbow to the stomach... and another and Adrien releases the hold. Heather takes off towards the ropes and bounces back... Adrien with a back body drop over the top rope and Heather spills out onto the floor.
DM: This one has spilled out onto the floor and it's all thanks to a wicked back body drop!
SS: It's gonna be a physical battle! Their match at Struggle for Power III was a masterpiece!
Heather gets back to her feet and Adrien runs toward the ropes and dives over them... SUICIDE PLANCHA! And both champion and challenger are down on the outside. The crowd is highly excited and starts chanting "PCW" over and over again. Adrien slowly gets to his feet and gets Heather up as well before rolling her back into the ring. Heather lays on the mat as Adrien climbs to the top rope, looking for something big. He looks down at Heather before flying off...
DM: ELBOW DROP! The champ got the Elbow Drop!
SS: That was a big move in this portion of the match! Let's see if he got it!
DM: Adrien with the cover and this could be it!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
Heather gets her foot on the ropes.
DM: Not so fast! Heather Monroe got her foot on the rope!
SS: She got lucky there, she could have been caught for sure!
Adrien stands up and gets Heather up to her feet. He lands a right... and another right... and another one. Heather staggers and Adrien goes for a clothesline... but Heather ducks it and Adrien goes into the ropes. He comes back off the rebound and Heather leaps up... and hits him with a hurricanrana. She quickly follows up with a kick to the face before going for the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: And the first fall was almost Heather's!
SS: Holy shit! That could have ended quickly!
Heather and Adrien up to their feet at the same time. Adrien swings with a wild right but Heather ducks it and delivers a right of her own and connects. Heather nails Adrien with a forearm to the face and has the champ reeling. Adrien leans against the ropes and Heather charges at him with full speed ahead... Adrien with another back body drop over the top rope... NO! Heather catches herself and lands on her feet on the apron. Adrien turns around and tries to knock Heather off, but Heather ain't having none of that as she forearms the World Champ in the face and he stumbles back. Heather now springs on the center of the rope and flies towards Adrien...
DM: SPRINGBOARD SEATED SENTON! Heather with the Springboard Seated Senton to Adrien Cochrane!
SS: Good move there by "The Class Act"! Her and Adrien know each other so well in that ring, it's like she knows what to do to keep him at bay!
DM: When you've been in the ring against somebody so many times, of course you're gonna know how to do it! It's human nature!
Heather waits for Adrien to get to his feet. Adrien starts to get up and Heather waits for Adrien to turn around. Adrien turns around... and Heather delivers a thrust kick to the gut and Adrien doubles over. Heather now whips Adrien out to the apron. Adrien lands on the apron but it doesn't work as Heather delivers a Springboard dropkick and Adrien is now on the floor. Adrien gets up and Heather launches herself over the top rope... and NAILS A CORKSCREW SUICIDE PLANCHA! And both competitors are down on the arena floor.
DM: HOLY SHIT! These two are putting it all on the line! Adrien did it earlier and now Heather with a corkscrew variation of the plancha! Amazing!
SS: This is high paced action and you certainly won't see it anywhere else!
DM: It's been a great contest so far!
Neither Adrien or Heather is moving as Ricky Tiffin checks on them both before starting to count them both out.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
Adrien slowly starts to stir as Heather slowly starts to get to her feet.
FIVE!!!!
SIX!!!!
SEVEN!!!!
Heather is up and starts to drag Adrien back to his feet.
EIGHT!!!!
NINE!!!!
Heather rolls Adrien back in and rolls herself back in before the count of ten.
DM: And both competitors beat the ten count!
Adrien slowly returns to his feet and Heather delivers a knife edge chop. A loud smack comes roaring out of Adrien's chest that can be heard throughout the arena. Heather pushes Adrien off the ropes and sends him running. Adrien off the ropes but Heather greets him with a spinning heel kick.
DM: Damn! Wouldn't be surprised if Adrien is missing a few teeth after that one!
SS: That hit him right in the mouth! It's gonna hurt like a major bitch!
Heather gets back to her feet and takes off again. Heather comes back and leaps in the air once again... SENTON BOMB! NO! Adrien gets his knees up and Heather is down. Adrien gets up and shakes off the cob webs. Adrien with a boot to Heather's back and the former World Champion is in pain. Adrien drags her out to the middle of the ring and sits on Heather's back as he goes for it... CAMEL CLUTCH! He has it locked in tight and Heather's face cringes in pain.
SS: Heather's not looking too good here! This submission is locked in very tight!
DM: She has nowhere to go either! She obviously has a chance to not go down one fall to nothing, but it's going to be hard to get out of this!
The referee checks on Heather to see if she wants to quit. Heather shakes her head no as Adrien tightens the hold even harder, wrenching back on Heather's neck. Heather starts to struggle and is now on her hands and knees. Adrien releases the hold and jumps in the air, landing on Heather's back with devastating force! Heather is back down on the mat as Adrien applies the hold again. Heather tries to reach for the ropes but is too far away. Adrien's face becomes more confident by the moment as he fully believes victory is well in hand. Tiffin checks on Heather once again, but she still refuses to quit.
DM: There is no quit in Heather's heart! None at all!
SS: Look what's on the line and the emotion that this match brings! Heather wants to go out in a blaze of glory, but can she do it is the kicker here!
Heather begins to struggle her way up once again and Adrien releases the hold once more. Heather, predicting what Adrien is about to do, rolls out of the way as Adrien jumps into the air, but hits nothing but canvas. Adrien lets out a scream as he holds the lower part of his back near his tail bone. Heather crawls towards the ropes and pulls herself up. Heather charges at Adrien but the champ attempts a hip toss... NO! Heather manages to wrap her legs around Adrien's head... and reverses it with a head scissors to take the champ down. Adrien is now back up and they both charge each other in the middle of the ring... Double Clothesline! Both competitors are down and not moving!
DM: Wow! What an impact and what a match!
SS: This is intense! All of it is being put on the line and this is only the first portion of this bad boy right here!
DM: And Ricky Tiffin has started the ten count with this one being in the ring!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!
SIX!!!!
SEVEN!!!!
EIGHT!!!!
Heather rolls over and lays an arm over Adrien for the cover...
DM: HOLY SHIT! COVER!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: NOT YET! Adrien just gets the shoulder up!
SS: God damn, that was close! WOW!
Heather gets up and signals that she's going for the Beautiful Beatdown. Adrien slowly starts to stir but gets to his feet as Heather is waiting patiently. Adrien is fully back to a vertical base and turns around, only for Heather to kick him in the gut and go for it... BEAUTIFUL BEATDOWN! NO DICE! Adrien gets out of it and now lifts Heather on his shoulders... THE DREAM BREAKER! Adrien nails Heather with The Dream Breaker!
SS: This first fall is Adrien's! I can't see it any other way right now!
DM: You might be right!
Adrien gets to his feet and claps his hands together. The crowd claps along with him as Adrien is in prime position as he signals for the Adrien Cutter. Adrien's waiting patiently as Heather is slowly stirring to her feet. Heather is up and turns around. Adrien leaps up in the air... ADRIEN CUTTER! Adrien hits the Adrien Cutter and Heather is down on the mat. Adrien with the cover as Ricky Tiffin goes down to count the fall...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the first fall by pinfall... the PCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... "THE DROPKICK KING"... ADRIEN COCHRANE!!!
Adrien gets up off the mat and shakes off any damage he received during the first fall. Ricky Tiffin forces him into the corner and Adrien obliges. Heather Monroe gets up off the mat, in obvious pain. Heather walks around the ring, seeing if she too can shake off any of the damage. Heather's still selling the effects of the Adrien Cutter for a bit, but otherwise is fine. She goes to her corner and Ricky Tiffin rings the bell for fall number two to start.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And here we go! Fall number two of this Two Out of Three Falls match is underway!
SS: Adrien got the first fall so right now, Heather Monroe has got to get herself in gear and take this fall if she wants her last match to end with a win!
Heather and Adrien lock up in the middle of the ring. Neither get an advantage and go back to the middle of the ring. They lock up again, and Adrien gets the upperhand with a Snapmare takedown. He turns it into a side headlock, but Heather kips up to her feet, shoves Adrien off of her and the two competitors stare at each other.
DM: And this time, the lock ups are more even! Not like it was the first go around!
SS: These two also just went ten minutes in the first fall so that also is something to keep in mind!
Heather and Adrien lock up in the middle of the ring for a third time, this time, Heather gains the upperhand with a quick arm drag. Adrien gets back to his feet and runs up to Heather, but Heather catches him with a sweet looking dropkick. Heather steps on to the apron. Adrien gets back to his feet, holding his jaw. Heather leaps up on the center of the ropes and flies in the air... Springboard Clothesline! Heather knocks Adrien down to the mat and has the momentum in her favor.
DM: And the flying starts early here in this second fall for Heather Monroe!
SS: Last fall also saw the same, but Heather is sticking to her strengths here and that's what she needs to do!
Heather gets back up and is taking her offense to the ground by locking Adrien in a Sleeper hold. Adrien gets back to his feet and gets behind Heather... Back Suplex! NO! Heather lands on her feet and dropkicks Adrien to the turnbuckle. Heather runs up to Adrien... Clothesline! NO! Adrien moves out of the way and Heather goes chest first into the turnbuckle. Heather stumbles out and Adrien grabs her from behind... GERMAN SUPLEX! Adrien with the German Suplex to the former PCW World Champion.
DM: Good move by the champ there! Using a nicely executed German Suplex to keep his challenger at bay!
SS: This is the fall where Adrien has to bring it more to take home the win! No question about it!
Adrien gets back to his feet and the crowd is cheering on his efforts. Adrien nods at them in a sign of respect before getting Heather back to her feet. Adrien whips Heather into a corner and Heather crashes into it back first. Adrien stomps on the mat before running in... and planting a knee directly into the jaw of Miss Monroe. Heather is dazed and Adrien gets on top and hits her with a hurricanrana. He immediately gets her back to her feet... and plants her down with a Russian Leg Sweep! Without any hesitation, Adrien hooks the leg and Ricky Tiffin counts the fall...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Too soon for Adrien to take this fall!
Adrien brings Heather up to her feet. Adrien levels Heather with a right, and a left, and a right, and a left, and a right, and a left. Six straight punches and Heather is reeling back to the ropes. Adrien runs up to Heather, full speed... Clothesline! NO! Heather found enough strength and somehow back body drops Adrien over the rope. Heather shakes off the cobwebs once more and bounces off the ropes. He comes back off the rebound and leaps over the ropes...
DM: SUICIDE PLANCHA! FOR THE SECOND TIME TONIGHT, HEATHER MONROE HITS AN AMAZING DIVE ON ADRIEN COCHRANE!
SS: And this crowd is coming unglued! Absolutely amazing display that was!
The crowd immediately stars the "HOLY SHIT" chant as both Heather and Adrien are laying by the barricade. Heather eventually gets to her feet and Adrien does the same. Heather throws a right, but Adrien ducks it... and hits Heather with a Swinging Neckbreaker. Adrien takes a little bit to recover from the plancha while Heather is down on the ground below. Adrien gets Heather up and rolls her into the ring. Adrien gets on the apron and springboards off the center of the ropes...
DM: SPRINGBOARD BODY SPLASH! Adrien got it!
SS: That's one way to do it!
DM: And he has the cover! Could this be it?
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: Heather kicks out again!
SS: This is something else! Both are doing their work here tonight!
Adrien pulls Heather up and whips her to the ropes. Heather back on the rebound, and leapfrogs over Adrien. Adrien turns around and catches a dropkick from Heather right on the button. Heather is not done though. She gets Adrien up to his knees. A left kick from the Hall of Famer... a right kick... and a left kick... and a right kick... and another a left kick... and another a right kick. Heather steps back a bit and catches Adrien with a low dropkick to the skull. Heather raises her arm in the air to huge cheers from the crowd and climbs the top rope. She leaps off backwards and goes for it...
DM: CANDLE IN THE WIND! SHE HIT CANDLE IN THE WIND!
SS: OH SHIT! This might do it!
DM: Heather with the cover! Could fall two be hers?
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: And the champ kicks out!
SS: Close! She did win the World title with this very move so taking this fall with it isn't impossible!
Heather gets back up and gets Adrien up as well. Now she delivers a jab... and a second... and a third before whipping him towards her... and hitting him with a clothesline. Heather now gets Adrien up again and continues to jab at his head. Adrien is a bit wobbly and Heather kicks him in the gut before hooking him up in position... CLASS ACT! The STO Backbreaker into a reverse STO worked out well for the PCW Hall of Famer. And she makes another pin attempt here...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: AGAIN! Adrien kicks out!
SS: Holy shit! I thought for sure this fall was going to be Heather's, but that's not what it is at the moment!
Heather takes a moment to catch her breath before getting Adrien back to his feet. She's not wasting the time as she kicks Adrien in the gut and hooks him in position... Snap Suplex! Adrien is now down once more. Heather looks at the crowd and points at them which gets a huge amount of cheers. She gets Adrien back up once more and hooks him in position... NECKBREAKER... NO!!! Adrien gets out of it. Heather turns around, only for Adrien to flick his boot in the air and quickly go for it...
DM: LIGHTNING STRIKE! ADRIEN WITH THE LIGHTNING STRIKE FROM OUT OF NOWHERE!
SS: He has a few moves he can do without anybody expecting it! And that's one of them right there!
DM: Both Adrien and Heather are down in the middle of the ring! Ricky Tiffin is counting to see whether both of them get to their feet or not!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!
SIX!!!!
SEVEN!!!!
EIGHT!!!!
NINE!!!!
TE---NO!!!!
Both Heather and Adrien get to their feet just moments before Tiffin makes the ten count. Adrien and Heather waste little time as they throw jabs at each other. Heather lands a left... Adrien with a right... and another right... Heather with a left... and another left... and another left... Adrien goes for a right... NO! Heather ducks it and hits Adrien with a left... a right... a left... a right... a left. He has Adrien reeling here. Heather bounces off the ropes and runs towards Adrien... Clothesline! Adrien gets back up, but is met with another clothesline from Heather Monroe.
SS: Heather is feeling it but can she keep it going?
DM: We'll find that out soon enough.
Heather grabs Adrien by the hair and raises him to his feet. Heather whips herself off the ropes and lunges at Adrien... HURRICANRANA! Heather with a great move there, but she's far from done as she steps out on the apron and waits for the World Champion to get up. Adrien gets to his feet and Heather leaps off the center of the ropes... SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY! Heather got all of that one and she has the pin...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THRE---NO!!!!
DM: Holy shit! The second fall was nearly over and luckily for Adrien, he kicked out!
SS: That was super close! Damn, my heart's racing in this one! It's that fast!
DM: Well whether you die right now or not, I don't care! This match is entertaining!
Heathers gets Adrien back to his feet. Adrien is standing there, very groggy. Heather smiles and raises her fist in the air to cheers from the crowd. Heather kicks Adrien in the gut and goes for it... BEAUTY MARK! Heather with the Chicken Wing Facebuster and down goes Adrien. Heather wasting little time as she goes for the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE---NO!!!!
DM: WOW! ADRIEN JUST KICKED OUT OF ONE OF HEATHER'S FINISHERS! UN-FUCKING-REAL!
SS: Damn! I swear this should be match of the year by the end of 2013! My god this has been incredible!
Heather sits here and asks Tiffin if it was a three, but he says it was two. Heather now gets Adrien up to his feet. Heather goes on the second rope and backflips off it... SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT!!! NO!!! Adrien moved out of the way, causing Heather to land on her feet. Heather runs up towards Adrien, but is kicked in the gut. Heather doubles up and this gives Adrien the chance to leap up in the air and go for it...
DM: ADRIEN CUTTER! SHADES OF HOW FALL ONE ENDED!
SS: Right on the numbers too! Wow! Can he do it!
DM: He's got the cover! This has to be over!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE---NO!!!!
DM: MY GOD! HEATHER JUST KICKED OUT OF THE ADRIEN CUTTER! I DON'T BELIEVE IT!
SS: Back and forth this fall has went! Kicking out of each others shit! This gets better and better!
Adrien gets back to his feet, as does Heather with the assistance of the ropes. Both go towards each other. Adrien with a few lefts to the face, and Heather counters back with a few shots of her own to "The Dropkick King". Adrien bounces off the ropes and runs towards Heather... FLYING FOREARM SMASH! NO! Heather ducked and Adrien lands face first onto the mat! Adrien gets back up to his feet and Heather hooks him up in position before going for it...
DM: DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER! SHE GOT IT!
SS: This fall has to be over! If it's not, I'll be shocked!
DM: Heather hooks the leg! She might have fall two!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE---NO!!!!
DM: GOOD LORD! YET ANOTHER KICKOUT!
SS: Insanity is what it is! These two are just running on emotion alone!
DM: And there is a lot of it here! Heather's final match and for Adrien, if he walks out still champion, he'll be defending the title against Syn at Battle Finale III in San Diego, California!
SS: That's going to be a treat itself!
DM: Heather and Adrien go for a lock up... NO! Instead, Adrien kicks Heather in the gut and plants her in position... BRAINBUSTER!!! That has to be it!
SS: Not so fast! Look at what Adrien is doing now!
Adrien steps out on the apron and he goes to the top rope but the pain he's endured so far has taken it's toll on him. He points to the sky before diving off... FLIGHT 182!!! NO!!! Heather moves out of the way and Adrien hits back first onto the canvas. Adrien is hurting and holds his back as he gets up. Heather quickly gets back to hers, kicks him in the gut and goes for it...
DM: BEAUTIFUL BEATDOWN! THIS TIME SHE HITS THE SCISSORED DDT ON THE CHAMP!
SS: This fall is gonna be hers!
DM: She has the cover! Could it be dead even at one fall a piece?
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the second fall by pinfall... "THE CLASS ACT"... HEATHER MONROE!!!
Heather lays on the mat exhausted but she relishes the feeling of getting the second fall. Adrien Cochrane is slowly coming to his wits here. Heather gets up and goes to her corner, trying to recover from her own damage she suffered. Adrien goes the same after some time coming to his senses. The two take the time to get rested up to go for the third and final fall. When both are deemed enough to be ready, Ricky Tiffin rings the bell for fall three to begin.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And here we go! The third and final fall of this grueling PCW World Heavyweight Championship match is underway!
SS: This is it! The winner becomes PCW World Heavyweight Champion! This is do or die time!
Adrien and Heather bump fists before circling around the ring. Heather delivers a kick to Adrien's leg, but the champ comes back with one of his own. The two of them are trading kicks until Heather gets Adrien in a headlock. But Adrien quickly fights out and shoves Heather off of him into the ropes. As Heather bounces off the ropes in return, she ducks a move from Adrien, and bounces off the opposite rope to catch Adrien with a flying forearm that sends him to the mat.
DM: Heather with the advantage early into this fall!
SS: But you know she's got to be spent! Both of them really!
Adrien is quickly back to his feet, but not for long as Heather hits him with a right to the face... and another... and another before shooting him off into the ropes. When Adrien comes back... Heather delivers a dropkick to his face. Heather throws up a peace sign and smiles much to the delight of the fans. Heather gets up onto the top turnbuckle and goes for a moonsault... but Adrien gets his knees up in time and Heather lands gut first onto the knees of the PCW World Heavyweight Champion.
SS: Heather may have cost herself there! She took too long!
DM: You're right! You cannot take your eye off the ball for one second, especially with somebody as talented as Adrien Cochrane is!
The pain and agony in Heather's face is evident as she clutches her gut on the mat. Adrien sees the opening and takes full advantage of it by delivering a barrage of vicious stomps to Heather to keep her down. Heather is down and Adrien leaps up... and drops the knee down to her face. Adrien raises his fist up and the crowd responds with cheers.
DM: Adrien is a fan favorite amongst the PCW crowd! Always has been since he got here!
SS: Of course! He panders to them and kisses babies! Big deal!
DM: You eat food constantly and have a porn addiction! Are we supposed to care about that?
SS: No!
DM: Okay then! Now shut up!
Adrien picks Heather up off the mat, but Heather catches Adrien with a quick arm drag that brings the crowd into cheering mode. Adrien comes back and delivers a right forearm that gets cheers as well. Adrien lands another one... and another one and Heather is a bit woozy. Adrien bounces himself off the ropes and runs towards Heather... and hits her with a spinning heel kick. Adrien goes down and hooks the leg as Ricky Tiffin counts the very first pin attempt of this third fall.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
Heather gets a shoulder up. Adrien gets back up and gets Heather up to a vertical base. He Irish whips her into a corner and Heather's back hits against it. Adrien runs in hoping for a shoulder to the mid-section, but Heather moves out of the way and Adrien's left shoulder collides with the steel of the turnbuckle. Adrien stumbles out and Heather grabs the arm... and hits him with a Russian leg sweep.
DM: Heather capitalized on the Adrien miscue and with a nice move there! Russian leg sweep style!
SS: It also causes some stress onto the arm so that helps a lot!
Heather now picks Adrien up and hits him with a series of rights and lefts before firing back with a spinning backfist. Adrien is the one who's now woozy and Heather bounces herself off the rope. She comes toward Adrien, hoping for a forearm... NO! Adrien ducks and immediately hits Heather with a Spinning neckbreaker slam. Adrien hooks the leg once more and Tiffin goes down to count the pinfall.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: Heather still keeps her championship hopes alive!
SS: This is all or nothing here! No questions asked! This is emotional!
DM: Damn right it is! But either way, this has been a very very good match!
Adrien gets Heather up to a seated position and locks her in a sitdown sleeper hold. Heather tries to fight out of it but to no avail as Adrien cranks up the submission. Heather eventually fades out and is at an unconscious state. Ricky Tiffin grabs Heather's limp arm and lifts it up...
ONE!!!!
Tiffin grabs Heather's arm and lifts it again for the same result...
TWO!!!!
Tiffin does it a third time and just when you think there may be no response, but Heather shows the never say die attitude that has defined her career by keeping her arm at a vertical base. Heather moves the arm and gets back to a vertical base. As she is up, she elbows Adrien in the gut not once, not twice, but three times. Adrien stumbles away and the crowd is in awe. Adrien recovers and tries to go for Heather, but the Hall of Famer ducks and Adrien misses. Adrien turns back around, only to have Heather kick him in the gut and go for it...
DM: DOUBLE UNDERHOOK BACKBREAKER! Heather Monroe hits it!
SS: Yeah, but she's down, Desiree! She down!
DM: Both have gone twenty plus minutes and are tied at one fall a piece! This was to be expected!
SS: And it's been an all out war to boot!
DM: Ricky Tiffin examines the two competitors before beginning the count!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!
SIX!!!!
SEVEN!!!!
EIGHT!!!!
NINE!!!!
TE---NO!!!!
Both Adrien and Heather get to their feet at the same time. They are of major fatigue, but they circle around the ring to get a good enough positioning. They get to the middle and Heather connects with a right to cheers from the crowd. Adrien fires back with a left and the fans also cheer. Heather... Adrien... Heather... Adrien! These two warriors are doing all they can to give the fans a nice battle in this final fall. Heather with another right... and another right... and another right before firing a forearm to graze Adrien some more. Heather takes three steps back before running up... and hitting him with a clothesline. Adrien gets up... but Heather hits a second clothesline. Adrien gets up for a third time and Heather places him in position and turns around in a 180 degree spin before dropping him down...
DM: TORNADO DDT! HEATHER DROPPED ADRIEN WITH THE TORNADO DDT!
SS: Shit! This may be over sooner than we think!
The crowd cheers as Heather gets to her feet. Heather waits for Adrien to get back to his feet. It takes a moment but Adrien eventually gets back to his feet. Once he turns around, Heather a kick... and another kick... and another kick before kicking him in the gut... and she plants him down with an Implant DDT! Heather has no hesitation as she hooks the leg for the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Kickout by Adrien!
SS: Just not enough there, Heather! Not enough!
Heather looks up, clearly exhausted and looks at the sky before continuing. She gets Adrien back to his feet and whips him into the turnbuckle. Adrien's back hits the padding, and Danielle runs up... and nails a clothesline to graze him. She leaps on the turnbuckle. As Adrien turns around, Heather leaps off... DIVING HURRICANRANA! NO! Adrien held on and Heather cannot complete the move. Heather tries one more time, but it's just not working. Adrien elevates Heather up into the air...
DM: Powerbomb! There's something you don't see everyday from the champ!
SS: Sometimes even the best will surprise you!.
Adrien starts dragging Heather to the middle of the ring. He starts stomping on her repeatedly before hitting a running knee to the face. Adrien looks out into the crowd who cheers before looking at Heather who is slow to get up. Adrien signals for the end as he waits in position. Once Heather is up, Adrien goes to her and grabs her by the head before leaping up...
DM: ADRIEN CUTTER... NO! HEATHER PUSHED OFF!
Adrien was shoved forward by Heather Monroe. Adrien turns around, only to have Heather kick him in the gut and hook him in prime position before hitting it...
DM: BEAUTIFUL BEATDOWN! HEATHER MONROE HITS IT! AND WE HAVE A COVER! THIS COULD DO IT?!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THRE---NO!!!!
DM: HOLY HELL! ADRIEN JUST KICKED OUT!
SS: Damn! That was a HUGE surprise! DAMN!
DM: Heather now back to her feet, but Adrien also gets back to his! Heather catches Adrien with a few rights and tries to follow that up with a left, but Adrien ducks it and grabs the neck of Monroe... and hits her with a neckbreaker!
SS: Ouch! That looked devastating!
DM: Not as much as you looking like you could suffer a heart attack!
SS: Not cool!
DM: Heh! Adrien now gets to his feet and looks down at Heather! From there, he nods his head... and he hits Heather with a Standing Moonsault! Adrien with a huge move there!
SS: That's one way to keep Monroe at bay! Surprised he could still do it with how long this match has gone!
DM: Heather and Adrien are highly advanced in the cardio department! They can go in the ring for a very long time!
Adrien raises his arm in the air to a thundering amount of cheers from the fans. From there, he heads to the top. He sees her in position and quickly dives off... FLIGHT 182!!! Adrien nailed Heather with the Swanton Bomb he calls Flight 182. Adrien gets back to his feet and waits for Heather to return to hers. As Heather gets up off the mat, Adrien kicks her in the gut, grabs her by the head and goes for it... ADRIEN CUTTER!!! NO!!! Again, Heather gets out of it by shoving him forward. Heather turns around and places him in position...
DM: CLASS ACT! Heather with the Class Act to the champ!
SS: This is hers for the taking! She can easily do it!
DM: I think we know what time it is!
SS: Yep! The same move that won her not only her first Broadcast Championship, but the very move that won her the PCW World Heavyweight Championship at Anarchy in what has got to be the most surprising moment in the history of this company!
Heather was down for a moment, but quickly gets back up. She looks around the fans who are chanting "Heather, Heather, Heather" very loudly. She smiles before stepping out onto the apron. She gets up to the top and sees if Adrien is in perfect position. Once she knows he's secure, she dives off and goes for it...
DM: CANDLE IN THE WIND... NO! Adrien rolled out of the way and Heather hit nothing but canvas!
SS: Damn and the collective breath in this arena has been completely taken out!
DM: Adrien gets up and Heather is clutching at her ribs! She gets up, but not before Adrien leaps up... and drives her down with the ADRIEN CUTTER!
SS: This has got to do it right here!
DM: Adrien with the cover. This could be it!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the third and final fall and... STILL PCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... "THE DROPKICK KING"... ADRIIIIIIIIIEN COCHRANEEEEEEEEE!!!
"Light" by The Agony Family hits and the crowd is wild as Adrien is handed the PCW World Heavyweight Championship by Ricky Tiffin. He's barely able to stand but raises his title in the air.
DM: Adrien Cochrane is still the PCW World Champion! What a match!
SS: Damn right! Both of them brought their game and just... wow! This has to be match of the year! Match of the night for sure!
Adrien goes to exit the ring, but he stops as he sees Heather just now getting to her feet. Adrien walks up to Heather and fully helps her up to her feet. Adrien extends his hand and Heather shakes it and the crowd cheers. Adrien says "congrats on a legendary career" before raising Heather's arm into the air.
DM: What great sportsmanship! What a great moment to send out one of the classiest wrestlers in this company!
SS: (noticeably crying) This is a beautiful moment! So emotional!
DM: Are you crying?
SS: No! Somebody has the damn onions around here and it's making my eyes water!
DM: Right! And here is everybody else out here to give respect!
The babyfaces of PCW all walk down the ramp and get into the ring. They give their respects to Heather who graciously thanks them. But two women who stand out here and look visibly sad look at their fellow wrestler.
DM: You know there's long time history between these three that dates back to the first run!
SS: Oh yeah! Damn shame we will never get that dream three way match!
DM: I agree completely!
Those two women are Heather's friends and former rivals Danielle Lopez and Talia Skye. The two who have had more history with her than anybody in the company. The trio share a group hug that lasts a good while and they too celebrate with the woman who helped them pave the way for future female stars in the company.
DM: (starts to tear up herself) What a moment! What a night! What a career! All that can be said in one sentence! This is a night we can never forget!
SS: (still emotional) Somebody get rid of those fucking onions! God dammit!
DM: Oh stop it! This is a great moment and if you ain't tearing up, you have no soul! For Taint over here, I am Desiree Miles! We are proud to have brought you this special event for free! See you in two weeks for the fiftieth edition of Rapture live from the Ocean Center in Daytona Beach, Florida! Take care!
The final image of the show is with all the babyfaces celebrating with both Adrien and Heather and the crowd also hops the barricade and celebrates with the wrestlers. From there, we...
Fade to Black.
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