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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 2, 2013 13:18:31 GMT -5
Warning: The following content is rated TV-MA and it is for mature audiences only. This program has the strong possibility of containing extreme graphic violence, strong profanity, nudity and/or strong sexual content and does not cater to the politically correct and those who are easily offended. Viewer Discretion is advised. [We are two weeks removed from a highly spectacular Wrestle Extravaganza event. One where we crowned new Broadcast and World Tag Team Champions while we also confirmed our main event for Battle Finale III. And also, this is a huge milestone for PCW as this is episode fifty of Saturday Night Rapture and no doubt there is something special in the air as this is the first of three Rapture's before Battle Finale.
And we have a rockin' show for everybody with ten matches. Adrien Cochrane and Jay Thunder face off once more in our main event, Syn and Ryan "the Reaper" Robinson renew their long standing feud tonight, Smith Jones and Brian Stryker face off in a rematch from Struggle for Power III but this time, the Broadcast Championship is at stake. Curtis Wilkes does battle against Hano Eiyu. The tag team titles are also on the line as Da Xtreme Dynasty and The Bull and Ape Alliance do battle again. Jerry Matthews and Triple M will go one on one with each other. Lekkter Tha Lunatik and Rockin' Lunatic make their PCW debut's as they go up against Kyle Sync in a triple threat match. Danielle Lopez faces Jessica Harmony in a rematch from Wrestle Extravaganza II: Beantown Brawl. Art Vanderlay makes his PCW debut as he faces Mya Denton. And of course, Reyna Carter makes her Saturday Night Rapture debut as she faces Aurora Rose.
We are PCW and we are proud to present to all of you. The fiftieth episode of...]"Slim Pickens Does The Right Thing and Rides The Bomb To Hell" by The Offspring blasts throughout the Ocean Center in Daytona Beach, Florida as the sold out crowd of 8,582 fans are all on their feet, electrified. Fireworks and pyro blast off from the entrance stage as light blue strobes flow throughout the arena. The fireworks and pyro die down as the focus switches to the commentator's table where Desiree Miles and Shannon Saint sit at ringside.DM: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to the 50th edition of Saturday Night Rapture, live on the Premium Television Network! Tonight's episode takes place from the Ocean Center in Daytona Beach, Florida! I am the voice of PCW, Desiree Miles alongside Shannon Taint and tonight is the first of four Rapture heading into Battle Finale III! SS: Damn right! This is gonna be a nice road heading into the big one! Tonight's card is highlighted by some great match ups! Like Da Xtreme Dynasty defending the PCW World Tag Team Championships against The Bull and Ape Alliance in a rematch from two weeks ago, then Curtis Wilkes going up against the impressive Hano Eiyu, Smith Jones defending his newly won PCW Broadcast Championship against Brian Stryker, a renewal of a longtime rivalry as Ryan "the Reaper" Robinson goes up against Syn in a match that hasn't happened since Slamathon III, and our main event... our main event is going to be the World Champion Adrien Cochrane facing Jay Thunder in a non-title match up! DM: No secret that Adrien has been a mentor of sorts to Jay throughout his time here! But this isn't the same Jay Thunder that arrived in PCW! SS: No it's not and this is the first one on one meeting they have had! The rest have either been Battle Royals, triple threat matches or six person tag team matches dubbed as Champions Ball Match! And not to mention he still has his briefcases he has not cashed in yet! DM: Very good point and this match up is going to be a fantastic main event! Let's get it rolling with our first match up of the night! Cut to the ring."Psych! Excessive Exposure" plays through the arena, inciting a large chorus of boos. Liam Reilly emerges onto the stage, dressed in a smart black suit, causing the booing to intensify. He gives the crowd a quick, nonchalant glance, before heading down the ramp to ringside.DM: Liam Reilly on his way to join Shannon Saint and I at the announce table and, as he has mentioned on his Twitter page, he will be joining us for commentary for the upcoming match on this, the 50th edition of Rapture. SS: Thank God, I get to listen to someone interesting for this match, instead of your do-gooder bullshit. Jimmy Wilkes: Ladies and Gentlemen, making his way to the ringside area at this time, representing The New Era, 'THE REDEEMER' LIAM REILLY!!! Liam walks around the outside of the ring, ignoring the abuse from the fans, and then proceeds to take a seat at the announce table next to Shannon Saint. Liam then picks up a headset from off the desk, and places it on his head.DM: Welcome to the announce table Liam, looking forward to calling this one with us? Liam Reilly: Thank you Desiree, I can't wait to get some commentary experience under my belt. The way James Baker is going about it, I'll probably be suspended within the next few days. So I figured, if that happens, I can always replace Saint over here. At the mention of his name, Saint makes an attempt to pat Liam on the back. However, Liam notices and immediately turns to him.LR: If you touch me, I will punch you in the throat. Saint looks nervous and cowers away from Liam.DM: As great as it is, seeing Taint get abused, I think Jimmy Wilkes is just about ready to get us started. Take it away Jimmy! Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! The crowd cheers.Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first! "Hush Hush; Hush Hush" by Pussycat Dolls hits and the crowd immediately goes from cheers to boos. Bright lights shine as Reyna Carter walks out from the back with a smug expression on her face and her manager Kelly Hampton right behind. Reyna begins her ascent down the ramp and her hands up in the air as if she's looking down on the fans.Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 128 pounds, she is England and Canada's Most Glamorous Export, THIS IS REYNA CARTER!!! She hops on the apron and gets in the ring. She looks at the crowd and rolls her eyes before taking off her glamorous looking hooded jacket and handing it to Kelly before waiting for the match to start.LR: You know, I was impressed by this young woman's performance on the Wrestle Extravaganza pre-show against Chris Marks. Yes, she may have been up against a talentless, delinquent scumbag, but she acquitted herself well. DM: Her in-ring talent is definitely clear to see, unfortunately so is her arrogance. LR: Look, if you can back it up in the ring, it's not arrogance, it's confidence. Reyna Carter is confident about her abilities, as well she should be. Jimmy Wilkes: And her opponent! "Womanizer" by Britney Spears plays through the arena, and Aurora Rose walks out rocking out.Jimmy Wilkes: From Erie, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 112 pounds, AURORA ROSE!!!! Aurora makes her way to the ring. She slaps a few hands along the way before sliding under the ropes and giving the rock signal to the camera.SS: I'm not sure Aurora Rose is capable of really competing in this match. I think she's going to be spending too much time trying to cop a feel of Reyna's sweet ass. Liam slowly turns to Saint, gives him a look of disbelief and contempt, and then silently turns back to pay attention to the events in the ring.*DING* *DING* *DING*As the bell rings, the two women circle the ring before locking into a collar and elbow tie-up. Aurora Rose gets the upper hand in the struggle and pushes Reyna Carter into the turnbuckle. Stephanie Lawrence begins a 5-count to get Aurora to release the hold.ONE
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FOURDM: Aurora Rose releases the hold at the count of 4. You have to wonder if Reyna's bragging on Twitter has gotten to Aurora and she may be seeking to vent her frustration here. OUCH, but that isn't going to help. As Aurora turns her attention back to Reyna, after breaking the hold, she walks right into a poke to the eye and now Reyna throws Aurora into the corner. A less than clean tactic from the young Ontarian. LR: Not clean, but effective. Reyna is in control and that is all that matters. Reyna delivers several kicks to Aurora's midsection, before lifting her foot up to Aurora's throat.DM: More dirty play from Reyna Carter, as referee Stephanie Lawrence issues the 5-count once more. Reyna releases the choke at the count of 3. SS: I don't know why the dumb bitch is even considering a disqualification for that, knowing Aurora she's probably into that kinky shit. Most lesbians I know are freaky nasty in the bedroom. LR: Getting back to the match, before thinking about Shannon doing anything sexual makes me throw up, Reyna Carter going for a corner-to-corner Irish Whip, but it's reversed and Reyna finds herself crashing into the turnbuckle. Aurora follows up after her and delivers a textbook monkey flip. I may not like the company she keeps, but Aurora Rose is definitely capable of taking the fight to Reyna Carter here. Aurora steps between the ropes and climbs up to the top turnbuckle and sizes up Reyna, who is slowly making her way back to her feet.DM: Aurora paying a visit to the High Risk District, a big move coming up here. SS: Don't be stupid, she just wants a better look at that sexy Canadian body. Too bad Reyna is all about the Holy Pi... Liam punches Shannon squarely in the jaw.LR: I told you, fat boy. If you brought that shit up, I was going to hit you. Now shut up. SS: (Sheepishly) Yes sir. Reyna makes it back onto her feet and Aurora leaps off the top rope and hits a perfect diving crossbody, before going for the cover.ONE!
TWO!DM: A kickout by Reyna Carter, this one isn't over yet. LR: It was never likely to be after such a short space of time. Reyna Carter is a talented girl, she's not going to be beaten by a couple of moves. You have to wear her down much more than that. It's like she's being seduced by Saint, she'll only give in when she has nothing left in the tanks, which will take a lot more than what she's taken so far. Aurora gets to her feet, dragging Reyna up by the arm.DM: Well it seems that wearing Reyna down is Aurora's plan, as she wrings Reyna's arm and gives her a few forearms to the midsection. An Irish Whip sends Reyna into the ropes...and she's hit with a back body drop on the rebound. SS: Stop damaging the poor girl! Why couldn't you be in this match, Desiree? No-one would care if you got hurt. DM: Liam, would you mind hitting him again. LR: Unless he starts to make me feel sick again, I'll leave him be. I don't much want to touch him, and certainly not for someone else's benefit. Aurora delivers several standing elbow drops onto Reyna's prone body, before running into the ropes and hitting a running elbow drop. She goes for the cover as Kelly Hampton shouts some words of support at Reyna.ONE!
TWO!DM: Another kickout by Reyna, who is showing she can take some punishment. She's going to have to start dishing it out herself soon though, otherwise she's going to find herself on the wrong end of the decision here. Having kicked out, Reyna crawls to the corner and hauls herself up with the help of the ropes. Aurora waits in the opposite corner, preparing to strike, as Reyna leans on the turnbuckle to rest. Aurora charges, looking for a spear, but Reyna dodges at the last second, and Aurora goes crashing shoulder first into the ring post.LR: Some good ring awareness from Reyna Carter there, as she used Aurora's own hotheadedness and momentum against her. Clearly Aurora has been spending too much time with that moron Chris Marks. DM: You really don't like him, do you? LR: What's there to like, he's a waste of skin. Aurora staggers backwards, away from the turnbuckle, and Reyna rolls her up in a schoolboy, placing her feet on the ropes as she does so.ONE!
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THR-DM: A near-fall there, as Reyna Carter AGAIN, tries to take a shortcut in this match. Liam shakes his head and turns to Desiree.LR: The fact is Desiree, you have to do what you can to get ahead in this game. It's just refreshing to see people doing it out here, instead of the usual stooging up to Baker backstage. DM: Here we go with the conspiracy crap again. I hate to interrupt you, but we've got a match to call, and right now Reyna Carter is looking to take control of the match, after something of a slow start. She lifts Aurora up by the hair and puts her in a front facelock. She lifts her up aaand drops her with a nice vertical suplex. SS: Sexy AND a good wrestler. I think I might have to marry this girl. Desiree and Liam ignore Saint as Reyna stomps at Aurora's midsection, before going for another choke with her boot. She holds onto the top rope and leans back, adding more pressure to the choke. ONE!
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FOUR!DM: Another close call, as Reyna just releases early enough to avoid being disqualified. The fans aren't liking these shortcuts and they're booing the hell out of Reyna right now. SS: That's because they're jealous of how sexy Reyna is. Reyna stops her attack and turns her attention to the crowd, turning her nose up at them and looking at them with an air of disgust. She turns her back on Aurora, who slowly gets back up onto her feet.DM: Reyna showing her inexperience here, you feel. She needs to go for the killer blow and finish this match off. Aurora steadies herself on her feet, as Reyna stands by the ropes and shouts abuse at the crowd. She turns around, as Aurora charges at her again. This time, Reyna bends down and lifts Aurora over the top rope. However Aurora lands feet first on the apron, facing into the ring.DM: Aurora got herself out of trouble there, but I don't think Reyna has noticed. She turns around and gets dropped throat first onto the top rope. I think she's noticed now. Aurora heads back up to the top rope again. It paid off for her last time, let's see what she's got planned now. Aurora waits patiently, as Stephanie Lawrence checks on Reyna's condition. Reyna picks herself up, holding onto the referee's top to help her up. Noticing Aurora on the top rope, Reyna pushes the referee into the ropes, causing Aurora to unbalance and fall onto the top turnbuckle.LR: A great piece of strategy there by Reyna, using the referee to her advantage, not once but twice. DM: That wasn't strategy, Liam. It was cheating. LR: Call it what you want, love. It worked. Reyna walks over to the corner and begins to climb up to join Aurora on the top rope.DM: Reyna setting up for something big here. Possibly A Bitch's Welcome. Yes, she's going for that Frankensteiner move. But Aurora holds on. It's a stalemate up there on the top rope. SS: God, I wish I was Aurora right now. She has the best view in the world, with Reyna's legs wrapped round her neck! DM: You are a sad man. Aurora now letting Reyna fall backwards, while holding on to her legs. Don't tell me...I think Aurora is looking to hit Thorned off the top rope. That will end the match for sure. Reyna is struggling desperately to fight out of it. LR: I think she's succeeding too, Desiree. She's lifting her body back up, showing great strength. A few right hands from Reyna, to the head of Aurora Rose, and Aurora looking unsteady. Reyna shifts her weight forward and flips back. THERE IT IS, A Bitch's Welcome off the top rope from Reyna Carter. Stick a fork in this one, it is done. Reyna Carter goes for the cover, hooking the leg.ONE!
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THREE!*DING* *DING* *DING*Jimmy Wilkes: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this match, REYNA CARTER!!! The crowd express their dissatisfaction as "Hush Hush; Hush Hush" by Pussycat Dolls plays throughout the arena.DM: An impressive victory capped off with an impressive finish from Reyna Carter, but take nothing away from Aurora Rose. She put up one hell of a fight. SS: What are you talking about Desiree!?! Reyna was far superior. Aurora probably got too distracted, looking up Reyna's skirt, to finish the match off. LR: Taint, you're an idiot. Desiree, I completely agree. Aurora showed some good skills in that ring, and put on a good match. But now that it's over, I think my work here is done. If fat boy here steps out of line again, give him another punch from me Desiree. DM: I will do, Liam. Thanks for joining us on commentary for this one, and hopefully you can do it again. Liam takes his headset off and puts it back down onto the announce table. He gets up and steps out to ringside, as Reyna Carter leaves the ring and heads up the ramp with Kelly Hampton. Reyna's music stops playing, and Liam stops and looks into the ring to see Aurora still inside, unsteadily getting to her feet.DM: Liam Reilly appears to be hesitant to return to the backstage area, God only knows what he has up his sleeve. SS: If he comes back this way to hit me again, protect me Desiree! DM: Taint, I wouldn't protect you from a light breeze, do you think I want a 265 pound man knocking me down just to protect your dumb ass? SS: Yes? DM: Try again. Liam slides into the ring and positions himself behind Aurora, who is not yet on fully upright. As she gets to her feet, he spins her around and delivers a kick to the midsection, before applying a front facelock, drawing a hate filled reaction from the crowd.DM: Oh, now what the hell is he doing? What is his problem with Aurora Rose? What insane conspiracy can he have possibly dreamed up that she is responsible for? He's lifting her up into a stalling suplex position and he drops her with The Redeemer. Why is he doing this? SS: I have no idea, but I love seeing Aurora get beat up. Especially after she got that amazing view of my love, Reyna. DM: Seek professional help, Taint. Liam drags Aurora back up to her feet, before lifting her into a Torture Rack.DM: Goddammit. We've seen this move before, and it's just not necessary for Liam to be doing this to a woman who has done nothing to him. What is he trying to prove? While still holding Aurora in a Torture Rack, Liam takes a few steps forward before rolling forward, over Aurora.DM: Liam with the Drastic Detox, but the question remains why is he doing this? SS: Well he's motioned for Jimmy Wilkes to give him a microphone, so we'll find out pretty soon. Liam takes the microphone from Jimmy and turns to face up the ramp and address the backstage area, while the crowd boo heavily.Liam: An eye for an eye, friend. You take one of mine, I take out one of yours. Liam drops the microphone and slides out of the ring as "Psych! Excessive Exposure" sounds through the arena. He walks up the ramp, paying no attention to the fans around him, and simply makes his way backstage.DM: Well, that answered exactly zero questions. Who was he even talking to? Surely he can't consider Aurora Rose one of James Baker's 'people'? There's no connection between them. SS: I have no idea. All I know is that we have a pissed off Liam Reilly walking the halls of PCW now, and that is going to make for some interesting viewing over the next few weeks. DM: You could very well be right Taint, and you don't hear me say that very often. The scene fades into the parking lot of the arena. The cameras focus in on the main entrance of the lot, as it gets a few glimpses of the random cars pulling in. After a few moments, the cameras zoom in on a black, rusty 1989 Honda Civic, scraping low to the ground as sparks and excessive car exhaust shoots from underneath the rear of the vehicle as it sputters to a halt in one of the parking spots. The engine is killed and the two front doors swing open and two--somewhat--familiar faces spring from within the car...they are eventually revealed as LeKKter tha Lunatik and Seth Azeroth. Azeroth opens the rear door, pulling out two old, large and dusty duffel bags, and hands one to LeKKter.Azeroth: (Throwing the bag over his shoulder) First things first LeKKter, I wanna check you bag. LeKKter: "Why? Just to save you the trouble of finding out, I still have my desk lamp. And the slingshot. Azeroth: "And I am assuming the bowling pins as well..." LeKKter: "Correct." Azeroth: "Ya know what? That's not really my concern. You have a match tonight, LeKKter...you better have your ring gear this time." LeKKter:"Oh, yeah! I'd forgotten about that..." Azeroth: "Dude...that had BETTER be sarcasm." LeKKter: Seth...look at what I am wearing. THIS IS my ring gear, ya dumb person, We've been friends for HOW long??" Azeroth: "I really couldn't tell you anymore...the days just seem to blur together; but, that's not all you're going to need out there. You remember when you mangled your fuckin knee jumping off that roof five years ago--something I ADAMANTLY stood against you doing, by the way--do you remember that?" LeKKter: "....No comment." Azeroth: "Yeah, quit being stubborn; you remember what happened. And you do know what will happen without your knee brace...stupid..." LeKKter: "I 'isn't' stupid." Azeroth: "...And if you dont remember to wear it, you can have fun re-attaching the lower part of your leg when it falls the hell off." LeKKter: "So grim...good GAWD, you need some light in your life." Azeroth: "So, did you bring your IMPORTANT ring gear?" LeKKter: "Uhh...naw." Azeroth growls to himselfAzeroth: "Why doesnt that cease to suprise me? LeKKter, you should thank your lucky stars that you have me around. While you were filling YOUR bag with useless items, I filled MINE with the shit you are ACTUALLY going to use." LeKKter: "Hey, you weren't questioning the usefullness of those bowling pins when I USED them--contrary what YOU claim--to knock a rent-a-cop unconcious!!" Azeroth: "That aside, I..." LeKKter: "ANNND...I didn't see you upset when I smashed my trusty desk lamp over that other 'fakin bacon's' noggin-piece! So, don't tell ME what's of use and what isn't!!" Azeroth: "Regardless of the validity of your points--which are astonishingly accurate, for once--you dont need to suffer some stupid injury in your first PCW match because you're too lame-brained to bring your ring gear. So, in MY bag, I have everything you need: boots, elbow and knee pads, wrist tape and...your knee brace. Now, let's go." The two of them make their way through the lot, around to the backstage door, and into the arena. As they head through, they see a familiar face: the security guard whom was responsible for all of the problems caused at Wrestle Extravaganza.LeKKter: (mocking the guard) "Hey, asshole! PASSES!! HAHAHA!! How's your melon-piece?!?!" LeKKter throws his head back in an unneccessairily uproarious laughter as he and Azeroth saunter on by the guard, who is evidentally still suffering from that shot delivered by LeKKter little over two weeks ago.Guard: "Go to Hell, asshole! I suffered a level three concussion because of you! I have had four seizure since then!! I HATE YOU!!" LeKKter: "Annd I LOVE you TOO!! By the way...that was a solid steel lamp; got it at IKEA. Durability and reliability at reasonable prices...that's what seperates em from the rest!!" Advertisement Drop!![/u] Now, pay me my endorsements... As LeKKter and Azeroth proceed, the camera stills on the guard, who is completely infuriated. Behind him you see two other guards approach him, flanking him on both sides. One of them is the guard whom LeKKer hit with the bowling pin that same night. He is sporting to MEAN black eyes and his nose is swolled and crooked, with white tape heavily covering it. He shakes his head as the three of them watch LeKKter and Azeroth leave.[/i] Guard #1: "God, I hate that guy...I really do." Guard #2: (with a clogged up and nasal-y voice) "You aren't the only one...ow, my nosthh hurthh...I can't breaffe." LeKKter and Azeroth head to locker rooms. As they do so, they are cut off by a reporter for the PCW, equipped with a mic in hand, full of questions for LeKKter as he approaches him.Reporter: "LeKKter! Can I get a few words from you?" LeKKter: "Sure! Let's see here...ummm...toaster! Igloo! Tornado! Oohh...that's a good one! Here's something for the intellecuals: BABUSHKA!! Existential! MAGNANAMOUS!! Wait...I take that last one back...save it for another time." The reporter stands in a confused silence as LeKKter stares off into space with a look of content on his face. The reporter looks at Azeroth, who has a look of exasperation on his face, along with a hint of a smirk. Azeroth sees the reporter's face and answers the question that seems to be permeating from his face...Azeroth: "You asked for a few words...he gave em to you. Gotta be more specific with him, or he will pick you apart...try again." Reporter: "Uhmm...okay. LeKKter, do you have...anything in paticular to say to your two opponents before you step in the ring with them tonight?" Azeroth: "There ya go..." LeKKter: "Ah! Okay...well, I believe I did all of the talking that I needed to do a few days ago. Matter of fact, I've been waiting for the two of them to respond for the longest time now! Hell, I barely remember their names now. Azeroth, who am I beating up tonight??" Azeroth: "'The Rockin Lunatic...'" LeKKter: "Yeah, the sloppy tittied chick!" Azeroth: "No, the 'Rockin Lunatic!" LeKKter: "Yeah, him! And...uhhh..." Azeroth: "Kyle Sync..." LeKKter: "And Howard Fink!!" Azeroth: "God, LeKKter, KYLE SYNC!! Get your fucking hearing checked!" LeKKter: "Yeah, those guys! You know what, it doesn't really make a difference what their names are. Because, in just a few moments' time...they...will be...nothing more than...casualties." Seth Azeroth places his hand on the shoulder of the reporter, backing himself and he reporter up a few feet from LeKKter, who's head has begun to loll to the left as a derranged look develops in his eyes, which also have begun to somewhat glaze over. A wicked looking smile spreads over his face...almost as if he has snapped into a trance of some sort. His teeth grit as he breathes in deeply and exhales. He reaches into his pockets, pulling out his camel cigarettes and zippo. He lights one up and takes a drag. As he drags the cigarette, he begins to loosen the tension in his body; he then returns his attention to the microphone the reporter is holding. He reaches out and grabs the mic as the reporter quickly obliges. LeKKter, still entranced, looks at the camera and speaks...LeKKter: "Ya know what? I do have something to say... "Rockin...Lunatic. Kyle...Sync. On behalf of the PCW and it's booking committee, I'd like to issue a formal apology in advance of our encounter. I feel this is of neccessity, as I feel they have wronged the both of you by making you two step into the squared circle with me. I feel as if they have placed you directly into harm's way; and I really don't think you two--or anyone--fully grasp the severity of the situation. You...heh...you both have made a huge mistake. The error? Signing on the dotted line of the contract in the first fucking place. It may as well have been your death certificates. "Am I embellishing when I talk like that? Heh...not as much as you'd think...or be comfortable knowing. I see any opponent of mine as a sworn enemy. So, sorry guys, until this night ends, we are the equivalent to blood enemies... "Blood...emphasize on that single word. Because that's what I will be after when we face eachother. And that's what will cover my hands when I get them on the two of you. "In just an hour or so, you will encounter the storm that has been steadily brewing over the entire PCW atmosphere. And I am prepared to inflict permanent damage to you...mentally AND physically. And from here on out--whenever it rains and your ligaments and joints stiffen up and ache because of it--you will remember the reason for it. You will recall this encounter...every...SINGLE...time. "I AM the nightmare that disrupts the psyche of any that approach me. I AM the monster whom you're parents speak of in horrid tales of folklore...and I AM going to show you why I AM the 'Catalyst of Insanity.' "I pray you are ready. Because--and pardon the cliche--ready or not, here...I...fucking...come." LeKKter bows his head, shutting his eyes in the process. Moments later, he shakes his head, batting his eyes...it seems as he has "snapped out" of the trance he was in. A small smile and confusion comes over his face, as he seems to be back to his normal, humorous self. He peers into the distance and then a look of intrigue shoots across his face.LeKKter: "OOOH!! What's in that big ass trailer over there?" Azeroth: "I think that's the A/V truck. That's where they broadcast the show." LeKKter, without saying a word, makes a bee-line for the trailer.Azeroth: "LeKKter? LeKKter?? LEKKTER!?!? No, you can't go in there!" LeKKter: "That's too bad, cause I'm gonna!!" LeKKter swings the door open to the trailer and steps inside. Azeroth lets out a sigh as he chases LeKKter into the trailer as we take our first commercial break of the show.**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 2, 2013 13:19:21 GMT -5
We come back from the break and The Pac theme begins to play as The Phantom, followed by The Devil Himself Dante Daevain begin to walk out on the ramp and make their way to the ring. Dante is dressed in an off white silk suit and Phantom is wearing a royal blue silk suit with think white pinstripes, and they are both holding microphones with a strange logo on them. They make their way into the ring and immediately The Phantom motions for the music to die down.
Phantom: Happy to see The Phantom Daytona Beach?
The crowd cheers.
Phantom: Well, The Phantom is glad to say that he is glad to be back himself. But it’s even better that he is reunited with his partner The Devil Himself Dante Daevain. The Phantom will admit, vacation was nice but that wasn’t all that he was out doing. You see right before The Phantom’s first departure from P.C.W. The Phantom approached Dante Daevain with an idea to increase the scope and influence of The Pac. The only problem is that at the time, we were the reigning P.C.W. Tag Team Champions, The Pac had a very busy schedule, and we both knew that to give this idea the full attention that it deserved we would have to surrender the P.C.W. Tag Team Championship Titles for the sake of the bigger picture. So, upon the results of the coin toss, it was decided that The Phantom would not only take the pin and the loss of the P.C.W. Tag Titles, but that he would be the one to leave the company and spearhead the creation and development of this new idea with the financial backing of The Devil Himself Dante Daevain. So, without any more gilding the lily, and no further ado, The Phantom and his friend, associate, business and tag team partner, Dante Daevain, would like to announce the creation and lauching of the one, the only, PacTV!
The Phantom points to the big screen where the PacTV logo is featured very largely and revealed to be identical to the logos on the Phantom and Dante Daevain’s microphones. The Pac Theme plays and the two men begin to walk out of the ring.
DM: So soon, PCW will witness the debut of PacTV!
SS: Yup! PacTV! Should be a good one!
DM: Let's take it to our second match up of the night!
Cut to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
"What You Want" by Evanescence hits as Mya comes out and poses to a huge cheering ovation. Mya gets back up and points at the crowd.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, from Chicago, Illinois... MYA DENTON!!!
Mya now walks down the ramp, and slaps the hands of the fans before sliding in under the bottom rope. She goes to the corner and prepares for the match.
Jimmy Wilkes: And her opponent!
Greatest American Hero starts to play over the PA system as Art Vanderlay comes out from behind the curtains, with his arms extend out to his side running around the stage like an airplane.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Nashville, Tennessee, weighing in at 250 pounds... ART VANDERLAY!!!
He stops and looks around the stage before flipping off the crowd and resumes acting like an airplane down the ramp. As he nears the ring Art runs and dives under the bottom rope intp the ring, nearly sliding out the other side, with a quick spin-a-rooni he stands on his feet as the music fades.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And here we go! Both opponents circling each other carefully, Vanderlay challenges Mya to a test of strength… And she accepts!
SS: Is she serious!?
DM: Vanderlay taking the advantage… he lifts Mya in the air… MILITARY PRESS DROP!
SS: Ouch! That fall’s GOTTA hurt!
DM: But Mya making it to her feet again! Vanderlay going for a big boot… NO! Mya ducks and catches him with a spinning reverse kick to his back! What a great dodge! Vanderlay turns around, Mya bounces off the ropes… HEAD SCISSORS TAKEDOWN!
SS: But Vanderlay back to his feet once more! Mya charging at him, she’s going for a Hurricanrana… NO! SPINEBUSTER BY VANDERLAY AND MYA IS DOWN! AW SHIT! What a terrible impact!
DM: Vanderlay with the cover!
1!
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2!
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NO! Mya kicks out!
SS: That Spinebuster could have crushed her!
DM: But she’s a great wrestler with no ounce of quit in her! Vanderlay backs up, Mya still on the mat, she gets to a knee and Vanderlay approaches her… but Mya swats him away and is back on her feet again! Vanderlay comes for a chop, Mya is quicker with a spinning backfist! Vanderlay going for an uppercut… NO! Mya dodges and gets at him with some vicious forearm strikes!
SS: GO Mya!
DM: Vanderlay pushes Mya away in an Irish whip, and she gets propelled to the ropes, Vanderlay going for a clothesline… NO! Mya once again ducks and bounces off the other side of the ring… Tornado DDT!
SS: Vanderlay is down! This might be Mya’s chance! Seated Senton splash for good measure, and it’s now her who has the pin attempt!
1!
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2!
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NO! Vanderlay kicks out!
SS: DAMMIT!
DM: Still a great offense put by the champion after the Spinebuster she suffered earlier!
In the middle of the current match, the screen begins to get all fuzzy and the picture begins to roll a couple of times. The audio cuts in and out a few times...then the screen turns to black. Seconds later, the screen turns to static and the words, one letter at a time, begin to appear on the screen, spelling out...
**~~!!LEKKTERVISHUNN!!~~**[/u][/size]
The words stay on the screen as the cameras begin to regain focus on the scenery, which is LeKKter tha Lunatik, inside the A/V trailer, sitting at a monitor, wreaking havoc.
LeKKter: "Hey! I did it!! I made that appear on the screen! It worked! Now, how in the hell do I get it off?"
Azeroth: (off camera) "LeKKter, you can't be in here! There's a goddamn match going on and you're fucking up EVERYTHING!! LeKKter, I seri--"
LeKKter slams the door on Azeroth, cutting him off.
LeKKter: "WELCOME!! Welcome, everyone to...LEKKTERVISHUNN!! As you can see, I have broken into the A/V trailer and hacked into the main broadcast feed. Why? Because fuck this match, that's why! And, I have tuned you all--against your will--into the one you really wanna see...ME!!
"By the way, since I have all of your attention...does anyone wanna buy some cannib--"
Azeroth: (from a outside through a window) "LEKKTER!! SHUT UP, BEFORE YOU GET YOURSELF FIRED!!"
LeKKter: "Well, I digress then...forget I asked. Hey, here's a joke for you folks watching at home: what do you call an anorexic with a yeast infection??"
SUSPENSEFUL SILENCE...
LeKKter: "A 'quarter-pounder with cheese!!' Hehehe HA! That joke's for the laffy taffy wrappers and popsicle sticks, there. Anyway, this edition of LeKKtervishunn!! has been brought to you by the letters 'T,' 'H' and 'C!!' YAY!!"
Azeroth: "If you do anything, LeKKter, PLEASE refrain from the marijuana references!"
LeKKter: "Sorry, folks. My accomplice and co-host over here seems to be suffering from a serious case of tightened anus syndrome. We apologize for him on his behalf if he seems to get on your FUCKING NERVES!!
"NOW...let's get down to interviewing our first guest for the night...the guy whom I hi-jacked this trailer from! GO!!"
LeKKer spins around in his chair and stands up, grabbing a microphone in the process. The cameras follow him in a panning motion as he walks to the right of the trailer, and the cameras take notice of a man, tied down onto his computer chair with an extention cord, with duct tape over his mouth.
LeKKter: "HOW ARE YA DOING TONIGHT!?! How's it hanging?"
A/V Guy: (muffled) "Mmmmmggrrruupphxxx!!"
LeKKter: "It IS an honor for you to be here! And, it's an honor having you! Now, I have a few questions for, you. You okay with that?"
A/V Guy: "MMMMMFFFFLLLGGRRRPPHHHXX!!"
LeKKter: "Awesome! Now, I see that you have a lot to handle in here, as you are the sole one in charge with broadcasting this amazing show to the masses week in and out! Can you give us a little insight on what it's like to be one of the key backstage components in the PCW?"
A/V Guy: "Grrrrphullrrrrrrrg!!"
LeKKter: "Fascinating. Now, one more question...
LeKKter moves over to the main control board. He looks at all of the assorted flashing lights and colored buttons with different labels on them.
LeKKter: "What's THIS button do??"
*BOOM!!*
As LeKKter hits the big red button, you hear the thunderous sound of pyro, as the cameras get a shot of one of the monitors following the current match. The pyro is shows exploding from each ring post at the same time, startling the participants in the match, mid-move. LeKKter hits a different button, which kills all of the lighting ringside. He laughs to himself, and continues hitting different buttons and switches, causing random pyro to explode all over the place, from the ring posts--again--to the stage to the ramp. Spotlights and multi-colored lights begin flashing all over the place inside the arena as well as quick excerpts from the entrance themes of the PCW superstars begin blaring through the P.A. at random. After a few more minutes of this, a SWARM of security floods the A/V trailer and try to get inside the door, which LeKKter had already successfully barricaded earlier.
LeKKter: "Aww, shit! Looks like the fun time is over! Well, it's time to go, I'm OUTTA HERE!! This show was ALSO brought to you by the numbers '4-2-0!!' Ok, I gotta find a window to jump out of!
LeKKter prys the back window open and squeezes through it and scurries away just as the security team breaks down the barricaded door. After a few minutes of static on the screen, the cameras switch back to the match currently underway, as you see the participants standing there, stunned.
SS: Uhhmmm...what was that?
DM: I have no clue! We...uhh...we need to get back to the match!
Mya looks a little stunned and so does Art Vanderlay, but Vanderlay is not wasting time by hitting Mya with a few lefts and rights. However, Mya comes back and hits some of her own. Now she starts to kick at him to the point where he's brought to his knees and it works. Mya springs off the ropes and goes for a Shining Wizard... NO! She misses. Vanderlay gets back to his feet and Mya turns around...
DM: And Vanderlay CATCHES HER BY THE NECK! CHOKETOSS! What a vicious move!
SS: But Mya not backing down! She kicks out from Vanderlay’s pin attempt, Vanderlay trying to grab her legs… NO! Mya pushes him away and rolls to her feet! Vanderlay goes for a front kick, Mya catches it… OH NO!
DM: CLOTHESLINE TAKEDOWN! A savage hit to Mya! Right to Mya’s face! Mya drops down and Vanderlay rolls her up for the pin!
1!
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2!
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NO! Mya gets her shoulder up!
SS: WHAT!?
DM: What a warrior Mya Denton is!
SS: Ladies and gentlemen, I cannot believe it! Mya Denton has just… kicked… out!
DM: And Vanderlay is beside himself! He thought he had this one! He lifts his arm to the air and paces around the ring, while Mya is struggling to get back to her feet… and he grabs her neck again!
SS: WE MIGHT BE WITNESSING ANOTHER CHOKE TOSS RIGHT HERE!!!
DM: Vanderlay lifts Mya up, she wiggles with her legs, kicking Vanderlay, forcing him to release the hold… WAIT! She’s wrapping her legs around Vanderlay’s neck!
SS: I’d love her to do that to me…
DM: We know, you say that about every woman in the company! Mya REVERSED IT TO A LEG SCISSORS CHOKE! And Vanderlay is turning purple!
The referee now asks Vanderlay if he wants to throw the match, but he refuses! He’s struggling to break free, he grabs Mya’s legs… NO! She’s lifting her up on his shoulders… FALLING POWERBOMB!
SS: How the fuck did she do that? This is some super-woman shit!
DM: Mya does lift a lot of weights during her free time between here and being an actress!
SS: Still some freaky shit though!
DM: Right! And despite all this, Vanderlay cannot take advantage as he has to regain his breath!
SS: Both go balls to the wall! They go hard!
The crowd starts chanting “PCW! PCW! PCW!”
DM: What a GREAT showing these two are putting tonight!
SS: Right you are, Desireè, and this shows why PCW is the best of the best!
DM: Mya showing signs of life now, both opponents back on their feet! Intensity to its greatest we have witnessed! And it looks like neither of them has too much left in the tank!
SS: Mya takes off for the ropes, she's going for a head scissors... OH NO!
DM: VANDERLAY CAUGHT MYA MID-AIR... EXPORTED!!!
SS: OH MY FUCKING GOD!!!
DM: JACKHAMMER CONNECTS! WHAT A BRUTAL SLAM! COVER BY VANDERLAY!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
*DING DING DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... ART VANDERLAY!!!
Greatest American Hero begins to play and the crowd boos as Art Vanderlay is announced as the winner. However before the referee could raise his hand, a man with long hair and a scars on his body hops the barricade and slides in the ring.
SS: Who the hell is this?
DM: I'm not sure at the moment, but it's odd that he's here right after Art Vanderlay beat Mya Denton!
The long haired man shoves the referee away and raises Vanderlay's hand in the air. The long haired man then removes Vanderlay's mask and the appearance is a man with short shaggy black hair and blue eyes.
DM: I think I know who this is! It's WILLIAM STEELE!
SS: Who's that?
DM: William Steele is mainly known around the Mixed Martial Arts circles and competed in the sport for years! He also is a running mate of both Dante Daevain and The Phantom of The Pac!
SS: So he's one of them then!
DM: Maybe! You never know, and I believe the man who just raised his hand is his twin brother Richard!
William Steele looks down at Mya Denton before spitting on her and he and Richard roll out of the ring and leave the area by hopping the barricade. From there, we take a commercial break.
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 2, 2013 13:22:01 GMT -5
We are back from break and Jimmy Wilkes is in the ring ready to announce our next match up of the night.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
"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 smile on her face.
Jimmy Wilkes: On her way to the ring at this time, from San Diego, California, weighing in at 117 pounds, THE LETHAL LATINA DANIELLE LOPEZ!!!!
Danielle 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 grabs a microphone.
DM: Danielle looking more ready for a match! And it looks like she's going to speak!
Once her music dies down, she stands there and the crowd cheers for the PCW Hall of Famer. She soon begins to speak.
Danielle Lopez: I have to say. Being back here brings back a lot of memories. Memories of me getting my own footing in this business. It's been three years since the roots of this company formed. One of them being YouTube Championship Wrestling, which was operated in this very building.
The crowd cheers.
Danielle Lopez: I still remember all the wars that was in the company. From the very first YCW match between Rosalie and myself, to me and my brother Phillip defeating The Dark Scorpions to become the first ever YCW World Tag Team Champions, when I had two of my three reigns as Broadcast Champion and even that fat ass Shannon Saint getting into it verbally with Brandon Matthews.
The camera pans to Shannon Saint who's face isn't one for happiness at the moment.
Danielle Lopez: Sure there wasn't a heap of talent like you see in PCW today as well as a television deal. Hell, YCW broadcasted exclusively on YouTube, hence the name of the company... but it was a damn good place to hone your craft and not only am I proud to have developed there, but I am especially proud of the fact that I am the only YCW'er to still be kicking ass in PCW today. Nobody else can claim that.
The crowd cheers once more. Danielle walks to her corner and speaks once more.
Danielle Lopez: And in just a few moments from now. I will be delivering a whole lot of ass kicking. I will be victorious and I will finally put this bitch to bed. I felt my first encounter with this whore wasn't decisive enough. The fact that I almost put this fucking hack over at Wrestle Extravaganza II makes me sick to my stomach. Think of how bad the Broadcast title would have been and I couldn't let that happen. With that said, PCW officials, PLEASE bring this fucking talentless bitch out here so I can kick her fucking head off and get rid of her for good.
Danielle drops the microphone and waits for her opponent to come out.
Jimmy Wilkes: And her opponent...
"Agony" by The GazettE hits the PA and Jessica Harmony comes out to a chorus of boos. She walks, dejectedly, down to the ring, apparently resigned to her fate.
Jimmy Wilkes: From Seattle, Washington, weighing in at 130 pounds, JESSICA HARMONY!!!
DM: That is the walk of someone who knows she is doomed.
SS: Well, as much as I'm not a fan of Danielle and her squeaky clean, rainbow puking, goody two-shoes personality, I can't wait to see her destroy Jessica here tonight.
DM: It doesn't look like you're going to have to wait to long, as Danielle comes off the ropes and OH MY GOD! Danielle Lopez with a Corkscrew Plancha over the top rope, and she wipes out Jessica Harmony. The crowd loved that one.
SS: I guess that was impressive, if you like that kind of thing.
DM: And we certainly like that sort of thing here in PCW.
Danielle lifts Jessica up by her t-shirt and throws her into the ring. She follows Jessica inside, sliding under the bottom rope.
*DING* *DING* *DING*
DM: Now that both competitors are in the ring, the match is officially under way.
SS: Jessica Harmony is probably wishing it'll be over just as quickly as it began.
DM: That wouldn't surprise me, as Danielle squares her up and whips her into the ropes. Jessica comes back and eats a stiff dropkick to the face, and I do mean stiff. I heard that one from here. Danielle with a couple of stomps, now she runs the ropes aaand lands a heavy leg drop across Jessica's face.
SS: Danielle controlling this from the outset, but that's to be expected against such a talentless bimbo.
Danielle lifts Jessica up again, planting kicks and punches to the body. Jessica attempts a few comeback blows, but Danielle is able to parry most of them, and the ones that do hit don't seem to register.
DM: Danielle barely noticing those punches from Jessica, as if they were nothing more than a few puffs of wind. Danielle with a front facelock now. A perfectly executed snap suplex there from The Lethal Latina. You have to wonder, with all the frustration that Danielle has suffered recently, with injuries and comments that have been thrown her way, just how much punishment is she going to dish out here?
SS: As long as we never see Jessica Harmony here again, Danielle can do whatever the hell she wants.
Danielle hauls Jessica up to a vertical base and attempts an Irish Whip, but Jessica reverses it into one of her own.
SS: Don't tell me Harmony is going to get some offence in this match?
Danielle comes off the ropes and ducks under an attempted clothesline from Jessica. She hits the ropes on the other side and hits the unsuspecting Jessica with a Yakuza kick, which knocks her into the ropes.
DM: Have no such fears, Taint. Danielle with the Potential Brain Damage II. This could be the beginning of the end for quite possibly the worst wrestler in PCW history.
SS: God I hope so. Just looking at her makes me seriously consider going gay.
DM: Jessica is still on her feet, but I think she's running on instinct more than anything. She's staggering around in the middle of the ring, as Danielle sizes her up and charges...LATINA STRIKE! Danielle hitting that running high knee kick and catching Jessica square in the face. This one is over.
SS: Not without a pin it's not, and Danielle isn't done yet.
DM: For once, you're right Taint. Danielle picks Jessica up once more, but Jessica is virtually dead on her feet. Danielle helps prop her up, before delivering a kick to the midsection and...POTENTIAL BRAIN DAMAGE! There's that roundhouse kick, which has won so many matches for Danielle, and I think we're going to see another one of those wins here.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
*DING* *DING* *DING*
The crowd erupts into a huge cheer, and "Still I Rise" by Shadows Fall plays through the arena.
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner, THE LETHAL LATINA DANIELLE LOPEZ!!!!!
DM: Well, just like Jessica Harmony's PCW career, that match was something of a non-event. Nevertheless, Danielle got some much wanted retribution and hopefully that will help to calm the storm that has been raging within The Lethal Latina for quite some time now.
SS: I doubt it will help much. There's only so much enjoyment you can take from beating a stiff like Jessica Harmony. Plus, with her having that psycho bastard James Baker as a husband, a few of her screws are probably coming loose. I'm amazed it's taken this long actually.
DM: Time will tell, but personally, I think this will help get Danielle back to her old self. What is for certain though is that she's righted an injustice from the past, and got revenge from the loss to Jessica Harmony which cost her the Broadcast Title and that can only be a good thing.
Danielle rolls out of the ring and walks up the ramp, but not without slapping hands with the fans along the way. She reaches behind the curtain and while she's now gone, the referee's help Jessica Harmony up and she gets booed badly as she's helped to the back.
DM: Even after being destroyed, Jessica Harmony isn't exactly liked by the audience!
SS: Well look at her! Hell, I don't even like her!
DM: Do you even like anybody?
SS: Good point!
After the discussion between the announcers, "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 dress and heels holding the LW Freedom Championship. She points to the back and Kevin Styles and J.T. Banks emerge. Styles wearing a Korn t-shirt, ripped up jeans and boots while Banks is wearing a slick black Armani suit with shades over his eyes. Styles with his half of the PCW World Tag Team Championship belts on his shoulder while Banks carries his half of the titles and the LPW World title on his shoulders. Both of them are all confident in themselves and the crowd cheers like crazy before they and Talia make their way to the ring.
DM: Here are the new PCW World Tag Team Champions, Da Xtreme Dynasty! Shannon, don't they look good with the gold?
SS: ...
DM: I'll take that as a yes!
SS: ...
DM: Thank you for showing your excitement for them, Taint! They are a very entertaining team indeed!
SS: ...
DM: I know, right! Don't worry, they will be champions for a long time to come!
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 them two microphones before grabbing one for herself. They all stand in the ring and relish the crowds cheers. Once it kind of dies down a bit, Talia begins to speak.
Talia Skye: Hello Daytona Beach.
The crowd cheers.
Talia Skye: It feels wonderful to be back in PCW. It's been nearly six months but I'm glad to be back. But I'm not alone. These two men... excuse me, legends, are also with me. They are your new PCW World Tag Team Champion. Kevin Styles, J.T. Banks... Da Xtreme Dynasty!
The crowd cheers.
Talia Skye: These two men have done it all in this industry. Everywhere they have gone, no matter if it's multiple era's or a company starting off, they get to the top of the tag team division and their track record speaks for itself. Seven times they have won tag team championships and despite not being a team for almost a year and a half. They got the job done two weeks ago against the Bull and Ape Alliance.
Talia passes the microphone to her boyfriend, who shows off his title belts before beginning to speak.
J.T. Banks: Your saviors are here, PCW. We are the saviors of the PCW Tag Team division. We were told by two certain fat asses we were full of shit when we made that claim. We were told we were irrelevant, two beings from the past. Hell, they might as well have called us has beens which is a very offensive word to me. Kev, Talia and I are certainly not has-beens. We still have a lot of mileage as a team and we are in the very prime of our career's. NOTHING is going to stop us.
J.T. passes the microphone to his best friend, Kevin Styles. The crowd cheers loudly as Styles smirks before speaking.
Kevin Styles: First things first, what's good ya'll?
The crowd cheers.
Kevin Styles: This is episode number fifty of Rapture and I for one am excited to be here. There are some on this roster who have made history in this building. YCW itself was in this building. A lot of good times. But while the faces change, in this case, we still stay the same and we told everybody that we would be the ones walking out with the gold. There was never any doubt as to who was going to win. We pretty much guaran-fucking-teed it.
Kevin pauses on the microphone before passing it back to Talia.
Talia Skye: These two are confident. They have the drive, the determination and the talent necessary to do big things in today's tag team division. I admit, the teams today are a little more stronger than the ones from the past, but Da Dynasty has always been able to adapt and contend. Of course, when you're as great as they are, you could really wrestle in any era and still maintain the success they have had.
Talia says with a smile before continuing.
Talia Skye: Later tonight, these men defend the PCW World Tag Team Championships against The Bull and Ape Alliance in a rematch from two weeks ago.
Talia pauses before continuing.
Talia Skye: Now sure Bull and Ape have changed their luck and fortunes since they beat Jay Thunder and Kai at Struggle for Power III... but it didn't exactly last, now did it? Well unfortunately for you guys, this round is going to feature more of the same. You're not going to take these tag team titles from Da Dynasty. It's unrealistic. It's...
"Everywhere I Go" by Hollywood Undead hits and The Bull and Ape Alliance and Brittany Kinary walk out to cheers from the crowd. But they stay on the ramp. Brittany begins to speak.
Brittany Kinary: Your arrogance is really, really bad, honey. What you meant to say is that The Bull and Ape Alliance gaining back the tag team titles is a very realistic possibility. It's something that quite frankly can happen tonight.
Brittany pauses for a bit before continuing.
Brittany Kinary: Now I respect the accomplishments of you three and all, but just because you're a part of the "old timers", does not mean you have the right to look down on us who weren't in the first run. We have talent too and we will show just how bad we can be.
Talia doesn't look impressed as she goes back on the mic.
Talia Skye: Oh my god, you are soooo boring. You and the two lard asses behind you can talk about showing us that you are all big and bad. That's fine, but you're nowhere close to Da Xtreme Dynasty. Whether it is the first run, when they first formed or today. You will never and I mean EVER be on our level. Think what you want, but even you three know the realities of not taking the gold. It's not possible.
Brittany Kinary: That's what they said about Morgan Simmons beating you for the PWW Women's Championship, huh?
Talia quickly becomes incensed and looks at Brittany with a glare in her eyes.
Talia Skye: What the fuck did you just say to me?
Brittany Kinary: You heard me.
Talia Skye: I know I did, bitch. But that is one of the differences between us. See, I have done something in the business while you were a part of a team who's main claim to fame is failing twice against Danielle Lopez and Desiree Miles.
The crowd goes oooh.
SS: What the hell is she talking about?
DM: I remember this! At both Femme Fatale and a Sunday Night Knockout event, Hot and Sexy could not unseat us for the PWW Women's Tag Team titles! In fact, Danielle and I dominated them with ease!
Talia smirks before continuing.
Talia Skye: But as is the case with myself, Kevin and J.T. are proven winners. We have delivered in the clutch more often than not and we continue to do so no matter where we go. Your fat puppets up there won't be doing shit after tonight. Hell, they'll be lucky if they even appear after this match.
After what Talia just said. She and Da Dynasty have a pep talk and afterwards, Talia begins to speak once more.
Talia Skye: Here's something we just thought up and we think it's a good idea. Since Da Dynasty have so graciously granted you fat asses a rematch. How about we make it interesting. If Bull and Ape wins, they get the tag team titles. But when WE win. Bull and Ape will lose their roster spots and immediately go down to the Premium Academy. I think that sounds totally fair. What do you guys say about that?
The three of them huddle up and talk this one out. After a moment or two, they break the huddle and Brittany talks again.
Brittany Kinary: You got yourselves a deal. See you three tonight.
Brittany drops the mic and "Everywhere I Go" hits again and Brittany, Bull and Ape look up at the three members of Da Xtreme Dynasty.
DM: This rivalry just keeps getting intense with each passing moment!
SS: I think there is a form of hatred between the two teams! There has to be! Styles, Banks and Talia are just demeaning Bull, Ape and Brittany and vice versa!
DM: Da Xtreme Dynasty has never been a group that's been all about being nice and stuff of that nature!
SS: They're horrible people!
DM: Says the hypocrite! Let's take a commercial break! We'll be back with more Rapture after this!
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 2, 2013 13:22:51 GMT -5
We come back from the break and our cameras are backstage in the private Pac locker room where we find Sir David the Midget sitting on a counter top next to the kitchen area and gnawing on a Jenga block and trying to fit a Big Mac into his mouth at the same time...This is obviously not working. Pacing the room and talking on the phone is none other than The Devil Himself Dante Daevain dressed in one of his trademarked off-white silk suits. Dante manages to keep a smirk on his face as he explains something in great detail over the phone.
Dante: "No, the pepperoni goes on first. THEN it's the layer of cheese....Yeah. Banana peppers next...four of them. Yes, sliced long ways...Then more cheese, pepper jack, followed by the beef and sausage...Correct. I am telling you all of this because it is terribly important. Yeah. This guy is an ass if the pizza isn't perfect..."
Phantom has now been spotted coming into the locker room.
Dante: "Gotta go! One hour!"
Dante quickly hangs up his iPhone.
Phantom: Another client?
Dante: "It was nobody!"
Phantom shoots Dante a look while Dante grins.
Dante: "...We...uhh...were talking about dragons!"
Phantom: ...Dragons...
Dante: "And...uhh...unicorns!"
Phantom gives Dante the strangest look...
Phantom: You know, The Phantom is still a licensed counselor. He can fit you in tomorrow, if necessary.
Dante: "No need, friend. This was just the typical deal. You know The Devil Himself does not deliver such things! Complete nonsense!"
Phantom: ..Indeed.
Dante: "Is everything set?"
Phantom: Not quite. The Phantom must still procure a few items.
Dante: "The more the better."
Phantom: Truth.
Just then Sir David falls right off of the counter, Jenga block and Big Mac flying every which way. We hear David hit the floor with the sound of a crunching taco. Confused by this, Phantom and Dante go over and check on the little guy. Sure enough, David lies on his back with bits of taco coming from his pants area. Dante and Phantom look at one another slowly and shake their heads. David remains on his back as he chews on his tongue.
David: ...taco.
Dante is immediately taken a-back.
Dante: "What?"
David: taco. TaCo.
Dante now has a perplexed look on his face.
Dante: "...Seriously?...One more time..."
David: taco.
Dante looks dumbfounded as Phantom's interests are now piqued.
Phantom: What did short-round say?
Dante tries to grasp the words before he whispers into Phantom's ear. Phantom looks quite shocked.
Phantom: ...A job?!?
Phantom now has a slight look of worry on his face as Dante seems to be deep in thought. The scene cuts out and back to the PCW ring where workers are setting the ring up for the Reaping death show. Once they finish, they exit the ring. The lights in the arena go out for a moment, a weird blue light fills the arena, and the crowd cheers loudly as Ryan ''the Reaper'' Robinson is shown standing in the middle of the ring with a mic in his hand.
Reaper: Hello everyone, and welcome to the Reaping Death Show!
The crowd cheers.
Reaper: It feels great to be here in Daytona Beach, Florida!
The crowd cheers even louder.
Reaper: As you all probably know, for the last few weeks I have been attacked by two unknown men wearing mask, and two weeks ago, they smashed my own bottle of hot sauce over my head!
The crowd boos.
Reaper: I haven't been their only victim though. Oh no. A few weeks ago I defeated the PCW Platinum champion Jerry Matthews in a non title match. After the match, the two masked men came out of the crowd, and they attacked not only me, but Jerry as well. Anyways, given that both of us have a mutual interest in discovering the identity of these attackers, please join me in welcoming my guest tonight, The PCW Platinum champion. Jerry Matthews!
“Long Black Train” by Josh Turner begins to play and after a few moments, the reigning PCW Platinum Champion, “The Evangelist” Jerry Matthews is seen at the top of the entrance ramp. Upon seeing him, the crowd begins to boo. He begins to make his way down to the ring, with the Platinum title belt wrapped around his waist. Lagging not too far behind is Deacon Jeremiah. Jeremiah makes his way up the ring stairs, and holds open the top and middle ropes for Matthews, who then enters. He beckons to ringside for a mic, and before long is presented with one.
Matthews: Brother Reaper, it would seem that you and I, through no decision of ours, have been placed by fate in a rather dire dilemma. Over the past month, both of us have been subjected to the attacks from men too cowardly to show their faces in public. I’m glad you decided to make an overture to have me as your guest tonight on this edition of “The Reaping Death Show.” You see, I’m here to make a proposal, and it’s one that I’ve had to spend many hours going over in my head. Jeremiah, would you mind giving us some privacy.
Deacon Jeremiah nods silently, and then steps out of the ring.
Matthews: Needless to say, I’m not entirely happy with your pinfall victory over me on a recent edition of Rapture. But, in doing so, you’ve proven yourself to be a likely asset. I propose that we join forces, on nothing more than a temporary basis. Once we discover the identities of these masked men that have gone out of their way to lay a beating on us and make them pay, then our alliance is dissolved. What do you say?
DM: Is this seriously being offered?
SS: Both of them got attacked by the masked men! Not to mention Matthews is a saint!
DM: Oh please!
Upon hearing the proposal, Reaper begins to heavily contemplate. Matthews, at this point, has stuck out his hand, which is hanging out in the open air. Reaper begins to look at the fans, who espouse a mixed reaction, unsure as to Matthews’ motives. Reaper then motions to the fans on the far side of the ring, who share similar sentiments. Reaper then brings up the mic.
Reaper: This is quite a bombshell, and even though the fans are skeptical, I see no reason why we shouldn’t join forces.
SS: Smartest move he made in his career!
DM: I have a bad feeling about this!
With that, Reaper shakes Matthews’ hand warily, accepting his proposal. Suddenly, the two masked men are seen in the audience. Both scale the barricade and are standing at ringside. Matthews throws down his title belt, and takes up a fighting stance, and Reaper eventually does the same. They both motion for the masked men to enter the ring. The masked men both exchange a glance with each other and nod. They both slide into the ring on the far side, and the four men become locked in a preemptive staredown.
DM: Good lord! The masked men are here and they have attacked Reaper!
SS: The fucking taco eating retard is gonna go down! YOU'RE GOING DOWN, RETARD!
DM: Shut up, Taint!
Deacon Jeremiah then slides in the ring on the near side behind Reaper and Matthews in an effort to tip the odds in their favor. Without being provoked, Jeremiah then brings a forearm down across the back of Reaper!!
DM: WHAT THE HELL?! Deacon Jeremiah just clubbed Reaper in the back with a forearm!
SS: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh how priceless is this! The retard is getting beaten up!
DM: I knew something wasn't right... and my suspicions have been confirmed!
SS: Reaper got played! And I'm happy to watch it all from here!
Matthews then turns and begins to join Jeremiah in his attack. They are then joined by the two masked men, and they continue to trample Reaper until Matthews puts a cautionary hand up, beckoning his three allies to stop. He then picks up the mic he had cast aside as the crowd rains boos down upon the quartet.
DM: These men act like this is something to be proud of! Disgusting!
SS: This IS something to be proud of! They've beaten the shit out of somebody who deserved it!
DM: Now you're just talking bullshit, Taint!
Matthews: Reaper, you might have been able to defeat me in the ring a few weeks ago, but consider it a fluke. You see, Jeremiah and I have been struggling for months here in PCW, trying to spread our message. Needless to say, the job has become quite cumbersome. The time had come to search for some new apostles. Allow me to introduce you them.
Reaper is still down, clutching his gut in agony. The two masked men remove their masks. One is clean shaven with a bald head, and the other has a mane of blonde shoulder length hair. Both of them have expressionless looks on their faces.
Matthews: Reaper, meet my new muscle, Harbinger and Pestilence. Together along with Deacon Jeremiah, we will ensure that the inherent wickedness in PCW will finally be brought to its knees. Reaper, you will be the first victim. You walk around as a supposed practitioner of the dark arts, and you have also stood by your entire life while your stupid whore of a sister sleeps in the same bed with other women, and never once have you said a word. For her sins, and yours, you will pay dearly. And let me assure you, you will never get your hands on my Platinum title.
SS: That's right! Make them pay!
DM: Says the dip shit who has stated over and over again about getting a boner over lesbian's kissing each other! Fucking hypocrite!
SS: ...
Harbinger and Pestilence then both pick up Reaper’s prone body, and each firmly grasp one of his arms. Reaper is still out on his feet. Deacon Jeremiah slides out of the ring and grabs a steel chair. He slides back in and nails Reaper in the stomach. He then throws the chair down. Matthews then picks up the Platinum title belt, and gets a running start before clocking Reaper hard in his head. Reaper drops like a rock to the canvass.
DM: Good god! Enough is enough! Reaper has endured enough!
SS: MORE! MORE! MOOOOOOOOOOORE!
The crowd then erupts in cheers as Mariah Lopez leads a group of Team Lethality members running down the ramp. Matthews and his crew exit the ring abruptly as Team Lethality makes the save. Bella Brooks-Robinson bends down and begins to cradle her husband’s head. Mariah Lopez is fuming, and begins pointing and yelling at Matthews for the atrocity he and his men have just committed. Rachel Robinson joins Bella in checking on her twin brother.
DM: Thank god for Team Lethality! They came just in time!
SS: Ruined my fun! I was wanting to see retard get beat up more!
Matthews and his entourage make their way up the ramp, and he shares one final thought over the mic.
Matthews: Consider this a warning shot. Reaper, you will only be the first victim of the Saints of Veritas. Not you, your wife, your lesbian sister, or anyone else for that matter is safe. The Word of the Lord, Thanks Be to God.
Now standing at the top of the entrance ramp, Harbinger and Pestilence kneel down on one knee. Matthews and Deacon Jeremiah each place a hand on one of their shoulders and together the group begins to pray. The lights then go out and a white spotlight shines on the group.
SS: This is really moving! It should motivate all these idiots to believe in God!
DM: You have got to be kidding me? Then again, I'm not surprised that a hypocrite such as yourself is bowing over anything and everything like his opinion matters!
SS: But it does!
DM: Your opinion matters just as much as Michael Jordan being a great NBA executive!
SS: Michael Jordan is an awesome front office person!
DM: You moron, that was sarcasm! Anyways, lets take it to our next match up of the night!
Cut to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: First, already in the ring, from Warsaw, Poland, weighing in at 277 pounds. Representing the Jobbers for Hire... Kyle Sync!
The crowd stays silent.
Jimmy Wilkes: And second, also in the ring, from Tampa, Florida, weighing in at 195 pounds... Rockin' Lunatic!
The crowd gives a mixed reaction.
Jimmy Wilkes: And their opponent!
The lights dim to an almost complete darkness...low, thick tufts of smoke form on the floor at the main entrance and on the stage area...
"Cult Leader? Hehehe..." the words from Tech N9ne start up the track, followed by the blare of the opening trumpets of the song. After the inital diatribe by Tech N9ne is over, the song "Cult Leader" kicks in, loudly blaring through the P.A. speakers.
"In this house there is no room for envy, this is why we wear our uniform! Racist not welcome! Rapist not welcome! Hatred, dreaded in this house! Ready to fight hatred with love? Join us!"
*BOOM!!!*
Pyro blasts from both sides of the stage as the song kicks in...moments later, a figure appears, lurking in the smoky entrance way. And from out the smoke steps Lekkter tha Lunatik. Lekkter peers out into the crowd for a moment as the opening lines of the chorus to the song play out. As the second stanza of the song hits, secondary pyro fires into the sky from the stage area, causing smoke to billow down the ramp. In unison with this, Lekkter leaps into the air, yelling at the top of his lungs, and bounds onto the ramp, and makes his way to the ring...
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from San Francisco, California, weighing in at 221 pounds... LEKKTER THA LUNATIK!!!
Lekkter slowly drags himself to the ring, taunting the fans in the aisle way area as he does so. He approaches the ring, grabbing the middle rope, and pulls himself up onto the apron. Then, he slides himself into the ring on his back, and kips up quickly, before jogging to the nearby turnbuckle and ascending it. He raises his arms in the air, soaking in his reaction, before moving to the adjacent corner, and perching himself up on the top turnbuckle, and awaits for the match to begin.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And the match is on! Lekkter went right after Sync decking him against the turnbuckle! A kick to the gut and a DDT!
SS: He's not getting up after that one.
DM: Well, it *is* Kyle Sync.
SS: FUCK THE KYLE SYNC! Rockin' Lunatic is quick to follow up and drills Lekkter with a right!
DM: Lekkter reacts, grapple with Lunatic... beautiful Suplex!
SS: And here's a follow up, with a German suplex!
DM: Rockin' Lunatic is getting up, Lekkter drills him with a hammer to the back of the neck!
SS: And now Rockin' gets up, he attempts a kick, but Lekkter catches the leg and hits an elbow! Reid is clenching his leg in pain!
DM: Lekkter signals for the end... FACE LIFT SUPERKICK CONNECTS!
SS: Rockin' Lunatic got his face rearranged! BUT WAIT! KYLE SYNC IS SHOWING SIGNS OF LIFE!
Kyle Sync struggles to get up... Lekkter tha Lunatik looks at him pitifully, then motions towards him... REVOKE EXISTANCE!
DM: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?
SS: I DON'T KNOW, BUT I DAMN SURE WANT TO SEE IT AGAIN! KYLE SYNC GOT HIS JAW DROPPED AGAINST LEKKTER'S FOOT!
DM: Needless to say, this one's over!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
*DING DING DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... LEKKTER THA LUNATIK!!!
"Cult Leader" by Tech N9ne hits and the referee raises Lekkter's hand to a huge chorus of cheers from the PCW faithful in Daytona Beach, Florida.
DM: Lekkter Tha Lunatik with an impressive victory in his first PCW match up!
SS: He crushed two people who didn't stand a chance! And to be honest, I liked what I saw! I think he'll do damn good going forward!
DM: I agree with that! With that said, it's time for another break! We'll be back with more Saturday Night Rapture after these messages!
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 2, 2013 13:23:46 GMT -5
We come back from break and the scene opens up to the office of one James Baker. In the locker room around the desk stands Hano Eiyu, Bruce Hoffman, Aurora Rose and Brian Stryker, waiting for something. Not a moment too soon, the chair spins around and it's James Baker who is seated. He soon puts his feet on the desk as he always does and goes to address everybody in the room.
James Baker: Hello all. Now I'm sure you're wondering just why I have summoned you four into my office.
The four PCW stars nod.
James Baker: It's quite simple actually. I have seen some of the recent performances by you guys and I must say, you all are quite impressive. Management is very high on some of you in this room.
The four in the room again nod their heads.
James Baker: And I have been thinking about when I can give you guys an opportunity, and it's dawned on me. I'm going to give Hano, Brucie and Aurora an opportunity to gain a shot at the Broadcast title, but that will come in two weeks. The three of you will face each other in a three way match where the winner will face both Smith Jones and Brian Stryker for the Broadcast title at Battle Finale III.
Hano, Aurora and Bruce all nod their heads in unison. Stryker raises his hand and speaks.
Brian Stryker: Boss. I know my match against Smith hasn't happened yet, but why do you say the both of us?
James Baker: Simple. Because regardless of the result, you and him will be meeting each other again. You've been more than impressive the last few shows and regardless of whether Smith wins or loses, he's a force in the division and is one of the best this place has to offer. Place two of the best wrestlers in the division alongside one of the other three in the room... and I think that would be a great match up for the biggest pay-per-view of the year.
Brian Stryker: I can agree to that.
James Baker: Perfect. Does everybody else agree with that?
Nobody in the room has any objections to the idea.
James Baker: Excellent. Now gentlemen and lady. I wish you all the best of luck and go kick some ass.
Stryker, Hano, Aurora and Hoffman leave the office and from there, we head back to ringside where Jimmy Wilkes stands in the ring, ready to call the next match up of the night.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
As "Long Black Train" by Josh Turner hits the PA system, "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews strides down the aisle in a suit and tie with the PCW Platinum Championship around his waist. In his hand, he carries a Bible and begins his regular sermon as he ventures down to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Deacon Jeremiah, from Redemption, Alabama, weighing in at 275 pounds. He is the PCW PLATINUM CHAMPION... "THE EVANGELIST"... JERRY MATTHEWS!!!
His spiritual liaison, Deacon Jeremiah, accompanies him to ringside with an offering plate, ready to collect money from any believers in the crowd. As he gets to the ring, he climbs through the ropes and removes his suit. He then raises his Bible in a preachly manner to the crowd as they boo incessantly. Matthews now grabs the microphone and begins to speak.
Jerry Matthews: Tonight. I go up against the Magnificently Mistaken Moron in what is going to be a massacre. Now Triple M has absolutely no chance against me. You heathens know it and deep down somewhere in him, he knows it.
Matthews has the belt draped on his shoulder.
Jerry Matthews: And despite everybody knowing the chances of him defeating me do not exist. I am a very giving man. A man of our lord and savior and with that, I give opportunities and the Magnificently Mistaken Moron will indeed get that... an opportunity. That's right. I'm willing and able to put my PCW Platinum Championship on the line against the moron because I am a giving human being unlike all of you sinners in Florida.
The crowd boos loudly.
Jerry Matthews: I'm not going to waste anymore of my breath in this state filled with complete stupidity. Triple M or whatever you want to be called. Get out here so your beating can start and I can retain my PCW Platinum Championship.
Matthews throws the microphone down and waits. Jimmy Wilkes begins to announce the introduction for the challenger.
Jimmy Wilkes: And the challenger!
"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 here we go! This um... match up is underway!
SS: With the Platinum title on the line nonetheless!
DM: This is going to be a very short match!
SS: It's going to be a god damn massacre!
DM: For once, I'll agree with you!
Matthews is daring Triple M to go at him. Triple M lands a right to Matthews, but it's not fazing him. Triple M lands another right... and another right... and another right but the Platinum Champion is still not fazed. Triple M bounces himself off of the ropes and goes for a forearm smash... but Matthews catches him... and hits him with a capture suplex. Triple M lands hard on the mat but Matthews isn't done with him as he starts landing a series of elbows to him before locking in the Camel Clutch submission hold.
SS: This one is done! Stick a fork in him!
DM: Are you kidding me? This was over before it even started!
Matthews has the submission locked in tightly and Triple M is squirming and screaming like a ten year old girl. Just as Triple M was about to submit, Matthews lefts off and drops Triple M to the ground. Matthews walks around and starts stomping on any available body part there is. Matthews takes a few steps back, walks up... and drops a leg across the throat of Triple M. Matthews arrogantly places his boot across Triple M's chest for the first pinfall of the night...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Matthews breaks the cover!
SS: He's making an example out of this idiot! He's going to send him back to Florida or Alabama as a mutilated rodent!
DM: That's just disgusting! Don't make me throw up on you!
Matthews gets Triple M back to a vertical base and delivers a knee to the gut. He delivers a second one... and a third one... and now a fourth before placing him in-between his legs. Matthews looks around before going for it... and DRIVING Triple M down with a PILEDRIVER! Triple M is likely to not be moving after that, but Matthews doesn't care as he gets him back up to his feet. Matthews likely out of arrogance and knowing that Triple M can't fight back, goes to the top rope and dives off...
DM: ANGEL'S FLIGHT! Matthews nails Triple M with that flying clothesline!
SS: If Triple M wasn't done before, he is now!
DM: Matthews again for the pin!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: And again, Matthews breaks the pin!
SS: He's clearly toying with him! Matthews can end this whenever he wants!
DM: Well I don't think we'll have too much longer to sit through it! I doubt the Platinum Champion really wants to be in the ring with this sack of no talent crap much longer!
SS: Hell, I don't want to sit here calling this match any longer!
Matthews smirks as he watches Triple M try so desperately to get to his feet. Triple M goes to use his opponent to help himself up, but Matthews being disgusted by Triple M's appearance, shoves him back down to the mat. Triple M soon gets himself up and runs towards the champ... but that doesn't go over well as Matthews plants him in the skull with a big boot. Matthews signals for the end and gets Triple M back up. He places him up in a suplex position and holds Triple M there for twenty seconds at most before deciding to drop him down...
DM: SAVIOR'S WRATH! Matthews with the Savior's Wrath to Triple M!
SS: So it's done now?
DM: Again, it was done before this even started, but Matthews now with the pin!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall and STILL the PCW PLATINUM CHAMPION... "THE EVANGELIST"... JERRY MATTHEWS!!!
"Long Black Train" by Josh Turner hits and the crowd actually gives a mixed reaction upon Matthews being announced as the winner. He receives the Platinum title and drapes it on his shoulder. However, he picks Triple M back up, places him up, runs and drives him down to the mat...
DM: HOLY VENDETTA! Matthews with the Holy Vendetta to Triple M!
SS: YES! That fucking fag has been laid out even more! HAHAHA! Serves you right for calling out the big dogs of PCW!
Matthews picks his title back up, raises it in the air to mostly boos from the Daytona Beach crowd and then exits the ring as he goes to the back.
DM: Even with what just happened, Jerry Matthews really made Triple M his bitch tonight!
SS: And he didn't even break a sweat! I bet I could even beat him!
DM: Yeah... in eating!
SS: HEY!
DM: In all seriousness, you probably could beat him! It's very likely!
SS: That makes it sad!
DM: No kidding!
After that non-stop action that only PCW athletes can provide we cut backstage to the office door of PCW General Manager James Baker.
There is a knock on the door.
James Baker: Yo, come in.
The office door opens and, surprisingly, Dante Daevain walks in.
Dante: "Mr. Baker, sir."
James Baker: What can I do for you?
Dante walks up to the desk of the boss as the door remains open behind him.
Dante: "I find myself, as much as a shock this is, having a little trouble..."
James Baker: Oh really now? And what is this little problem?
Dante steps aside as Phantom steps forward holding up and carrying Sir David, plopping him upright onto James Baker's desk.
James Baker: What the hell is he doing here and why is he on my desk?
Dante: "It would seem...that Sir David here..."
Dante lets out a small sigh as Phantom has a not-so reassuring look on his face...
Dante: "...Desire's a job."
James Baker: You have got to be kidding me? Is this a joke? Doesn't he already have a job?
Dante: 'Well, sir, that is what seems to be the main issue...The Pac has nothing for him to do..."
Phantom: Seeing as he has a five word vocabulary, he can't tweet...and we have a Call of Duty marathon in twenty minutes!
Dante tries to hold back a chuckle.
Dante: "...Not to mention that we have a job to do..."
Phantom: The city is in danger! Justice calls!!
Dante: "Then there is the fact that no girl in her right mind would babysit this..."
Dante glances at David chewing his tongue and staring blankly at James Baker...
Dante: "...Absolutely outstanding individual..."
Phantom: A model citizen!
Dante: "...And is very much house broken..."
James Baker: I think I'm getting the point.
Dante: "Did we mention that he is also an outstanding money maker?"
James Baker: Money maker in what sense?
Phantom: Make It Right would not be possible if it were not for him!
Dante: "He knows ways far beyond that of you or I to bring in big dollars..."
Phantom: Dante speaks the truth!
James Baker: Hmm. Interesting. You know what. I think I have a place for him after all. A special one at that.
Dante: "Wonderful! I had a feeling that you were the right man to see!"
After James Baker does some momentary thinking, he hastily draws up a PCW vendors contract for Sir David the Midget. Phantom then produces a stamp, which he hands to David. James Baker then puts the vendor contract on the desk in front of David, who proceeds to snatch the stamp out of Phantom's hand and stamps the holy Hell out of the contract before Phantom has to snatch the stamp back from David before he ruins the stamp or the contract. Dante and Phantom then proceed to shake the boss' hand and exchange pleasentries before toting David back out of the office. The scene cuts away and we go to break.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 2, 2013 13:24:28 GMT -5
Back from the break and "I Came to Play" by Downstait hits and the crowd goes to boos as Draven Logan Kennedy walks out from the back. He walks down the ramp with a purpose and is angry. He slides in the ring and snatches a microphone before pacing around the ring.
Draven: Cut the fucking music.
Draven's music cuts off and the crowd boos as loud as they can. Draven looks at the fans with huge disdain on his face before speaking.
Draven: First things first. Fuck you, fuck you and FUCK YOU!
The crowd boos even louder. Draven being unfazed by the fans hatred for him, continues.
Draven: You people are not going to get to me. I can promise you that. I know my performances here haven't been up to par and you idiots are fucking delighted at that, but that's going to change. I've been a little too nice as of late, letting others get the best of me, but fuck that. I'm tired of that shit. It's time for the Dark Apocalypse to take over.
The crowd's boos are getting louder by the second, some even suggesting for Draven to "shut the fuck up". Draven shakes his head and continues.
Draven: Oh yes. My Dark Apocalypse will take over and I don't give a fuck if you're the World Champion, or a part of some little stable. I'm returning to form and so is my Apocalypse. We are going to take over this company whether you fucking morons like it or not. And I don't give a shit who tries to stop us. It's not going to work. We...
Right then and there, Draven's microphone cuts out and he stands there angry and starts shouting out a various amount of obscenities. As he starts ranting, the lights go out and a video begins to play on the PremiumTron5000...
The video ends and the crowd cheers. Draven looks around, now starting to get pissed off. He looks up at the ramp, grabs another microphone and from there, he speaks once more.
Draven: I don't know who the fuck is behind that god damn video, but whoever it is. Get your fucking ass out here right fucking now.
Draven finishes and begins to pace back and forth, more so out of anger than anything else. A minute later, the lights go out and "Until The End" by Avenged Sevenfold hits. The crowd cheers and the large man from Wrestle Extravaganza III appears, this time with an all black mask along with the hood of his hoodie being up.
DM: That's the masked man who laid out Johnny Phantom! And he's coming for Draven!
SS: We already know he's behind these strange ass video's, but who the fuck is under the mask?
DM: That we don't know yet!
Draven looks at him and yells "BRING IT ON". The masked man continues to walk and has the baseball bat in hand before sliding in the ring. Draven immediately pounces on the guy and seemingly has the upperhand, but the masked man fights back with lefts and rights. Once Draven is grazed, the masked man picks up the bat... and waffles Draven in the gut with it. Draven doubles over and the masked man places him in position before hitting it...
DM: Double Underhook Canadian Backbreaker Drop! The masked man just laid Draven out with that impressive move!
SS: He's been fucking with the talents for weeks now with his mind games and physicality!
The masked men doesn't have time to rest up as here comes Logan and Remi Lebau from the Dawn of the New Age stable. They get in the ring and attack the man two on one. The numbers game is getting to the masked man. Logan signals for Remi to hold the masked man in position, which he does. Remi has him in position and Logan goes for the superkick... BUT INSTEAD HE KICKS REMI DIRECTLY IN THE JAW! Logan is beside himself and the masked man recovers, grabs him by the throat and lifts him up...
DM: CHOKESLAM! What a chokeslam from the masked man!
SS: Don't think he's done yet!
DM: Oh he's not! Remi is getting back to position and the masked man grabs him by the throat. My god, he's actually going to do it?
SS: No kidding!
DM: The masked man lifts Remi up... and DRIVES HIM DOWN WITH A CHOKESLAM! 500 pounds being driven to the mat!
With Draven, Remi and Logan laid out. The masked man is standing tall. He grabs a microphone from the stage hand and then places the three fallen men beside each other. He lowers his hoodie and then slowly but surely removes his mask. Once the mask is completely off, standing there is a man with a goatee and short black hair. He stands there looking intense and the crowd recognizes who it is and cheers.
DM: MY GOD! That's... that's DEREK JACOBS! We haven't seen him in months!
SS: Since he saved Mya Denton from Draven's clutches on the now defunct program Sunday Night Insanity!
The now revealed Derek Jacobs looks down at the fallen members and shakes his head before looking directly into the camera and begins to speak.
Derek Jacobs: I'm a man of little words, but I'M BACK and Draven, don't think I didn't forget about our ordeal last year. If you thought this was wrong. You haven't seen anything yet.
Derek drops the microphone as "Until The End" by Avenged Sevenfold hits once more. He grabs the mask and places his hoodie back up before leaving the ring and walking up the ramp while Draven, Remi and Logan still lay there on the mat.
DM: Derek Jacobs is back and he made a big time impact to say the least!
SS: He just took out the Dark Apocalypse in it's entirety! He's making himself known big time around here! That's for sure!
DM: Right... oh boy! We have an update! Sir David is now cooking in the kitchen!
SS: Oh Jesus Christ! THAT'S going to go well!
Scene opens in an arena style kitchen where Sir David the Midget is seen hard at work. Laying on the table behind him are six pans of neatly wrapped tacos laying five by ten. David, wearing a tall chef's hat, and a white apron with the words "Kiss The Chef" wrtten in red crayon like it was done by a three year old. In front of David is a huge pot of what looks to be seasoned meat, David is standing on a not so stable barstool leaning directly over the pot stirring the meat while chewing on his tongue and drooling. Then, hearing a "DING" from what appears to be the oven under the stove, he jumps down from the barstool and opens the oven. He then pulls out two pans of plain taco shells sitting five by ten from the oven. Setting them beside the stove, he then climbs the barstool again. Taking the meat from the pot he then begins to construct his "Flawless Taco" as the scene slowly fades back to ringside where Jimmy Wilkes is standing by to announce the competitors of our next match up.
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!
"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 dress and heels. She points to the back and Kevin Styles and J.T. Banks emerge. Styles with his half of the PCW World Tag Team Championship belts on his shoulder while Banks carries his half of the titles and the LPW World title on his shoulders while the LW Freedom Championship is around his waist. Both of them are 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 and they are your PCW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... 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.
Jimmy Wilkes: And the challengers!
"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 the duo try to play up to the fans.
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 they begin to wait for the match to begin.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And here we go! This tag team title match is underway!
SS: This is gonna be a fight between bulls, yo! No pun intended!
Dante: "That...Was...Terrible. It's a good thing The Pac is here to save these viewers from you morons..."
Phantom: You just insulted the morons of the world, Dante.
Dante: "...And the morons of the world should be highly insulted for having these two imbeciles named among them..."
Kevin Styles and Bull Connor circling each other, looking for a good position to start from. Styles attempts the lockup, but Bull swats him away like a fly. Styles recovers but runs into a right from Bull. Bull now gets him up and lands a right... and a second right... and a third right to rock Kevin Styles a bit. Styles stumbles back to the rope and he's met with a hard forearm to the jaw. Bull whips Styles across the ring. Styles on the rebound... and he grazes Bull down with a flying kick to the face.
DM: Just not enough to graze him! Do it again!
SS: I hope Bull and Ape squash them like bugs!
DM: And I hope you die at a Dairy Queen drive thru!
Dante: "I saw a guy do that once...but at Subway..."
Phantom: ...Saw? Or did?
Dante: "Saw. A terrible waste of a meatball, it was."
Phantom: In nomini Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti...Go with God, you poor meatball...
Styles hits the far ropes as Bull returns to his feet... and he plants Bull with a second flying kick but again, Bull stays on his feet. Styles looks around and goes for it... but BULL FLATLINES HIM WITH A BOOT TO THE SKULL! Styles goes down to the mat. Bull pounds his chest and shouts "I'M HUNGRY" before getting him back to his feet... and drops Styles down with a back suplex. He grabs Styles by the arm and drags him to the corner... and the tag has been made to Ape Simmons.
SS: Oh boy! There's the big man here... well other one!
DM: Shit! Come on, Kevin! You can fight out of this!
Bull picks Styles back up and twists his arm as Ape enters. Ape boots Styles in the gut and quickly drives him to the mat. Ape lands a leg drop to the PCW Hall of Famer as Bull climbs out to the apron. Ape continues the leg drops as he lands a second... and a third... and a fourth leg drop across the throat. Ape now starts to drop elbows on the much faster member of Da Xtreme Dynasty before getting back up and pounding his chest to a 50/50 reaction from the fans. Ape brings Styles back to his feet... and drops him with a spinebuster. But Ape immediately bounces himself off the ropes, returns... and hits Styles with a big splash and the pin attempt...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Kevin kicks out at two!
SS: I bet Styles and Banks don't last long at all in this match!
DM: Oh really now? How much are you willing to bet?
SS: ... Five grand!
DM: DEAL! If Da Dynasty wins, I get five grand from your sorry ass!
Dante: "The Devil Himself will pay you both five grand to shut the Hell up...Phantom, why are we here again?"
Phantom: ...Opening day?
Dante: "Not till March..."
Phantom: Grey's Anatomy season premiere?
Dante: "Who watches that garbage?"
Ape gets up and brings Styles up with him. Ape hits a back elbow to the face... and another... and another before attempting a spinning backfist... NO! Styles ducks... and he rakes Ape in the eyes before kicking him in the balls as the referee wasn't really paying attention. As Ape holds his nuts in pain, Styles recovers in time and tags in J.T. Banks, who enters the ring and delivers a chop block to the left knee of Ape Simmons. Ape is down to a knee now and Banks bounces off the ropes... and delivers a boot to the skull to take him down.
DM: And The Punisher with the offense, looking good against one of the 500 pound men of the team!
SS: As much as I dislike that team, J.T. Banks has some sick looking strength! It's near super-human like!
DM: Two weeks ago was proof of that strength!
Phantom: As far as The Pac is concerned, you two were the only ones to get that memo!
Dante: "...Hey, wasn't there a taco vedor around here somewhere?"
Phantom: Why, The Phantom believes there was one...Why do you ask?
Dante: "When I get bored I get hungry..."
Banks flips Ape on to his stomach. He pulls up on Ape's leg lifting him high in to the air... and slams it back down hard to the mat. Banks crosses Ape's leg... and drives his knee down on it, causing pain and anguish to Ape Simmons. Banks gets back to his feet and raises his arm to cheers from the crowd before leaping up... and dropping another knee onto Ape's knee. Banks gets Ape back to his feet and whips him to the corner before drilling a boot to Ape's skull.
SS: That's gonna knock your head off!
Dante: No. David with an RPG will knock your head off...That? I would liken that to a boo-boo your mom has to kiss to make all better..."
Phantom: You know, if the best James Baker could find for this job were you two clowns, maybe it's time for a new General Manager!
DM: And there's the tag! Kevin Styles is back in the match!
Styles quickly gets to the top rope as Banks lifts Ape up... and drops him with a suplex. Styles flies off... and he hits a diving leg drop across Bull's throat. Styles with the quick cover here for Da Xtreme Dynasty.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Now Ape kicks out!
SS: He probably wants to kick out so he can eat!
DM: What on earth are you talking about, Taint?
SS: I'm fucking hungry! That's what!
Dante: "Here!"
Dante places two tacos on the announce table in front of the other two. Back to the action and Styles gets back to his feet and starts stomping on Ape repeatedly to make sure the bigger man stays down. Ape gets to a seated position, but Styles delivers a buzzsaw kick to the back of the head to take him right back down. Styles makes another cover and the ref counts the fall...
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!
THR---NO!!!!!
Ape kicks out again! Styles is starting to get a little frustrated, but Talia yells on the outside "STAY THE COURSE!" Styles nods and goes back to work on Ape, stomping on the injured knee repeatedly. Styles smirks a bit arrogant like before grabbing the legs... and locks in the Sharpshooter on Ape Simmons. The pressure is getting to one half of the former tag team champions. Ape tries to get himself to the ropes as Styles attempts to apply more pressure... but fortunately for Ape, Bull Connor comes in... and levels Styles with a boot to the jaw and it breaks the submission as Styles falls to the mat.
SS: AHAHAHAHA! So fuckin' awesome! I love it!
DM: I'm sure you'll love it if YOU get your head kicked off your shoulders!
SS: ...
Dante: "Phantom has dibs!"
Phantom: With pleasure!
Bull has made his way back out to the apron as the ref admonishes him. Ape begins to crawl to his corner as Styles is finally starting to stir. Ape is close...and there's the tag. Bull rushes in as Styles returns to his feet... and he drills him with a hard right. Styles stumbles back...and he's met with a second right. Bull with a boot to the gut and Styles grabs his gut hunched over. Bull hits the ropes... vicious running knee lift off the return. Styles crashes to the mat and Bull Connor mounts him. He drills him with right after right... and the referee finally gets Bull to let go. Bull stomps away at Styles and once more the referee has to get him to stop.
SS: Total machines, yo! Total fucking machines!
DM: Just shut up!
Dante: BOTH of you just shut up!
Desiree's and Shannon's microphones are both cut off. Their lips are moving, but the world can no longer hear them!
Dante: "Ahhh! Much better!"
Bull brings Styles back to his feet and drills him with a hard forearm. He forces Styles back to the ropes and whips him across the ring. Kevin on the return... and Bull Connor catches him with a forearm shot to the face. Bull pulls Styles back to his feet... POWERBOMB! He got it and immediately, there's a cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
Banks breaks the count just in the nick of time! Bull picks up Styles and whips him to the corner. Bull follows in... BIG TIME BODY SPLASH TO THE CORNER! And right on cue, Bull makes the tag to Ape. The two of them lift Styles up high in the air... and DROP him back down with a Flapjack drop. Ape picks Styles back up and snapmares him to the mat. He applies a rear chinlock, but Styles is quick to make it back to his feet. Styles forces Ape off in to the ropes... and he catches Ape with a dropkick to the on the rebound. Styles slowly makes his way back to his feet. He grabs Ape by the wrist and drags the big man to the corner... and here's the tag. Banks enters the ring and he picks Ape up and has him in an atomic drop position as Styles whips himself off into the ropes. Styles comes back... and hits a Spinning wheel kick to the face of Ape Simmons. Banks makes the cover as Styles steps out to the apron...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THRE---NO!!!!
Phantom: Somehow, Ape Simmons kicks out!
Dante: "Jesus! When will this guy just lay down and lose?!?" Phantom: The Phantom hates to tell you this, Dante...but Jesus isn't going to lose any time soon...
Dante: "...Challenge Accepted!"
Shannon and Desiree can still be seen 'talking'...
Phantom: Dante, is there something wrong with these headphones?? Phantom can't even hear these two morons
Dante: "Nope! I can only hear one moron."
Phantom, without turning to Dante simply slaps him across the face. Back to the action and J.T. Banks gets back to his feet and brings Ape up as well. He rocks Ape with a few punches before planting him down with a suplex. Banks brings him back up again and goes to place Ape onto his shoulders... but Ape doesn't let hit happen as he delivers a few hard elbows to the side of J.T.'s head. Banks stumbles forward and this gives the time for Ape to grab the Hall of Famer... and plant him with a Russian Leg Sweep. But he's not done as he quickly brings Banks back up to a vertical setting, places him in a full nelson position...
Phantom: Full Nelson Bomb! Ape Simmons with the Full Nelson Bomb to J.T. Banks!
Dante: "That makes me sick! Absolutely sick!"
Phantom: If you really want to make yourself sick, Dante, you should try looking in the mirror every morning!
Dante: "Would you just stop it!...Wait!....a cover!"
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THRE---NO!!!!
Phantom: BANKS KICKS OUT! BANKS KICKS OUT!
Dante: "Noo!! That was not supposed to happen! Not happen at all!!"
Phantom: What?? The kick-out??
Dante: "No! I ordered a Rum and Coke! Not Coke with a little Rum! It's WRONG!"
Phantom: Do you know what really grinds The Phantom's gears?
Dante: "Prostitutes that don't pay you?"
Phantom: ...That...and what passes for catering in our esteemed General Manager's eyes! How in the world can a human being expect to live off this crap?? When The Phantom wants a pizza..he wants a PIZZA!!
From out of nowhere the theme to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles hits the arena and a pizza delivery guy comes out with a single pizza box. Handing it to Dante, he then hands it to the Phantom.
Dante: Ask and thou shalt receive.
Phantom: That's in the Bible.
Dante: Book of Dante, Chapter Three, verse Twelve. Now do as Verse Thirteen commands, eat up.
The Phantom opens the pizza and the smile on his faces immediately disappears.
Phantom: Dante! You know The Phantom only eats pizza with FOUR banana peppers on top! Not three! Not five! BUT FOUR! The Phantom cannot eat this garbage!
Dante looks up to heaven.
Dante: I tried. I really did. I swear! Do I still get points for this?
The Phantom hands the pizza to the silenced announcers and he and Dante go back to watching the match in silence. Back to the action once more and Ape immediately locks in an overhead keylock and the pressure is on J.T. Banks to get out. He's fighting it and eventually makes it back to a vertical base. is still holding that keylock... and Ape quickly forces Banks back to the mat. Ape extends J.T.'s arm out... and he drops a knee across it.
Phantom: J.T. might want to make the tag here!
Dante: "This is a tag team match?"
Phantom: ...See those belts over there, Dante? For now...They own them.
Dante: "Keywords being: For now."
Phantom: Exactly.
Ape waits for Banks to stand. Banks slowly gets back to his feet... and he's met with a boot to the gut. Ape grabs Banks by the throat and goes for it... CHOKESLAM! NO! Banks gets himself out of it. Ape turns around, and Banks nails him in the face with a Polish hammer. Banks crawls himself towards the corner as Styles' arm is extended and waits for the tag. He's closer and closer... and HE GETS IT! Styles immediately climbs the turnbuckle and waits for Ape to get up. It takes a moment, but Ape finally gets up and Styles leaps off...
Phantom: MISSLE DROPKICK! KEVIN WITH THE MISSLE DROPKICK TO APE SIMMONS!
Dante: "...Over-excited much?"
Phantom: YES, DANTE! THIS MATCH JUST MIGHT BE COMING TO AN END!
Dante: "THANK GOD!!"
Dante hangs his head un utter shame...
Phantom: For once, Dante...For once you should try being a little grateful!
Dante: .....Just this once....
Styles gets back up and here comes Bull Connor in the ring. He rushes at Styles and goes for it... BIG BOOT!!! NO!!! Styles ducks, but BANKS SPEARS BULL AS HE MISSED! Styles waits for Ape to get back to his feet. He does just that and Styles runs up and hits it... STYLISH EXECUTION! Right on impact, Banks grabs Ape and holds him in position. He mockingly checks his right wrist as if he had a watch on before dropping Ape down hard to the mat...
Phantom: NEW YORK STATE OF MIND! BACK TO BACK... FINALLY!!
Dante: "Can we go home now??"
Phantom: Kevin with the cover! This one is done!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Shannon Saint's and Desiree's microphone are turned back on as we see an exchange of Five-Thousand dollars from Saint to Desiree...As they are leaving, Dante slyly swipes the money and takes it with him with a smirk on his face...
Jimmy Wilkes: Here are your winners of the match by pinfall... and STILL PCW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... DA XTREME DYNASTY!!!
"Coming Undone" by Korn hits and Styles and Banks celebrate as Talia hands them the tag team title belts. The three of them celebrate to huge cheers from the crowd.
DM: Styles and Banks proved victorious in their first tag team title defense and they remain undefeated in PCW as a tag team unit!
SS: Is this thing on?
DM: We're back on the air... and that asshole stole my five grant! Taint, you're not off the hook! Pay up again!
SS: Hell no!
DM: Do you want to get hit in the eye?
SS: Grrr...
Shannon grabs another five grand and hands it to Desiree who then places it in her pocket.
DM: Much better! Now that the actual good commentators are back! Let's go to commercial!
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 2, 2013 13:25:22 GMT -5
We come back from the break and "II Trill" by Bun B feat. Z-Ro and J. Prince hits and the crowd cheers loudly. James Baker comes out and the cheers grow larger by the second. He looks around and a smirk comes across his face. He walks down the ramp and the smirk is still on his face. He slaps hands with a few of the fans before entering the ring. He grabs a microphone and stands in the center of the ring, taking in all the cheers he's receiving.
James Baker: Yo, yo, yo. What's good everybody?
The crowd cheers.
James Baker: This is episode fifty of Saturday Night Rapture. The show that will make you laugh, make you cry and make you say holy shit at the most jaw droppin' shit seen on television today. I know we've been knocked on some for the content we do and shit, but at least we out in the open about what we do. We rep that Premium flag all mother fuckin' day and we will continue to do so moving forward. The past, present and future of this company will go on full speed ahead.
The crowd cheers and chants PCW. James nods his head before continuing.
James Baker: To infinity and beyond. Haha. Enough of the Buzz Lightyear quotes. Two weeks ago, I promised that I would deliver a big time announcement to all of you. And let me tell you, this is a BIG announcement. It concerns... the PCW Hall of Fame.
SS: Ain't everybody already inducted into it?
DM: Yeah! Although you definitely don't belong in there for running this company into the ground!
SS: SHUT IT, BITCH!
Desiree punches Shannon in the mouth for calling her a "bitch". James walks around and smirks at Shannon getting his mouth busted open before he resumes speaking.
James Baker: Now months ago, I removed a certain group of people from this prestigious Hall of Fame after some shit went down at a House Show for one's actions. Now as hard as most of you will find to believe, I may or may not have punished people who shouldn't have been punished.
James pauses for a moment as the crowd gives a mixed reaction.
James Baker: I ain't talkin' about Damon Warrens so ya'll can quit with that mixed reaction shit.
The crowd cheers loudly and some even share a laugh.
James Baker: Nah because you see, he ain't ever and I mean EVER gonna get back into the Hall of Fame. Hell, his ass is suspended from PCW programming until I feel he deserves to come back. But for the other members of Generation Next? I feel it was highly wrong of me to punish them for actions they didn't do. Me personally, I got nothing against the rest of the group as a whole. Hell, I'm rather fond of some of those members. One of them dating one of my best friends in this business. So without further adieu. Please welcome back to the PCW Hall of Fame. Talia Skye, Nathan Warrens, Aaron Warrens and Jane Isis... Generation Next!
"Generation" by Simple Plan hits and the crowd roars as Talia Skye, Jane Isis and Aaron and Nathan Warrens all emerge from behind the curtain. They walk down and interact with the fans. They all enter the ring with their microphone's and Nathan is the one to take the stand first.
Nathan Warrens: Not that I have anything against you or anything these days, but is this really legitimate considering what has been going on as of late?
James Baker: Well you've known me long enough to know that if it weren't legit, there's no way in hell I would have called you here because that would be a waste of your time as well as mine.
Nathan Warrens: Fair enough!
James Baker: But yeah. I feel that punishing you four for actions one person did is highly unfair and I come to you guys in only peace and professionalism and here, I am determined to right this wrong by putting... most of Generation Next back into the prestigious PCW Hall of Fame. I'm sure you guys can guess why I say most.
Nathan Warrens: Oh we do. While I always will love him, even I have a bit of a hard time in understanding this at times. Yes what happened in September was a day that should never have happened, but you forgive and move on with your life. Get back to work and not be on these little vendetta's. Then again, that's just me.
James Baker: That's one I agree with. Is there anything else you all would like to say on this reintroduction to the Hall of Fame?
Aaron Warrens: It is an honour to be re-inducted into the PCW Hall of Fame.
Jane Isis: Always a man of many words Aaron. This is this first time the PCW Universe has seen us in months! And we just got amazing fucking news!!
Talia Skye: I think I can speak on behalf of Generation Next by saying thank you very much!! We have always loved PCW and always will. We have been around in this company almost since the very beginning, and we have always stood shoulder to shoulder against our foes.
The crowd roars and begins a "P-C-DUB" chant.
Talia Skye: We do not wish to ramble on too long, in fact I'm sure we're all still in ashock at this huge announcement, but I can assure you of one thing. Though I may be the only member of this group currently contracted to PCW, and I am currently managing one of the most dominant teams in wrestling history. I promise, you have not seen the last of Generation Next.
"Generation" by Simple Plan plays as each member of Generation Next shakes hands with James Baker before collectively raising their arms as the crowd cheers the accomplished group.
DM: So are you going to question James Baker's business acumen now?
SS: Why did he put most of them back in? The ones that are back in are mediocre!
DM: Shut up! James Baker did the right thing and put the group into the hall of fame! And Nathan, Aaron, Jane and Talia are very grateful to be back in!
SS: They're still mediocre!
DM: No they're not! Let's take it to Sir David who's now... selling food!
Scene cuts to show Sir David The Midget, wearing the same garb that he wore in the kitchen. The only things different is now he has vendor's box around his neck and situated around his middle. On his right shoulder is an exceptionally large saftey pin and on his left hip is a change dispenser. David checks himself, straightens his chef's hat, and then proceeds toward the one hundred level section of the arena. Walking out among the people, amazingly undeterred, Sir David begins his first day at work.
David: TaCo!
The scene fades and we head back to ringside.
SS: Oh god! I wonder if that food isn't contaminated with midget germs!
DM: Midget germs? Really, Taint? Really?
SS: Yeah! Midget germs! Got a problem with it?
DM: It's discriminating against little people, you sack of shit! God damn! Let's get to our next match of the night!
Cut to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
The heavy bass strokes signal the beginning of Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck by Grinspoon and the crowd explodes into a mixture of cheers and boos as Sickboy appears on the stage. He takes his time walking down the aisle, looking over at fans in the front row who are either cheering or booing at him.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Sydney, Australia weighing in at 265 pounds. He is a member of the PCW Hall of Fame... "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!
"Theta Titanium" blasts through the arena. Hano Eiyu comes out with a bokken and performs a sword kata.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Shinano, Japan, weighing in at 176 pounds... "BLADE HERO"... HANO EIYU!!!
Then, he runs to the ring and springboards inside. Then, he performs another sword kata. Afterwards, he puts the bokken down gently.
*DING! DING! DING!*
The match begins, and Wilkes locks up with Hano. Wilkes gets the upperhand by connecting with a arm wrench, and delivering elbows to the left arm. He connects with about five elbows before delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a piledriver, he then lifts Hano to his feet, and connects with a belly to belly suplex before lifting Hano back to his feet, and connecting with a backbreaker, he then lifts Hano back to his feet again, gets behind him, and connects with a tiger suplex before delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about seven stomps, he then lifts Hano to his feet, and connects with a suplex before lifting Hano back to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a DDT, he then lifts Hano back to his feet again, and connects with a butterfly suplex before lifting Hano to his feet, and connecting with a piledriver, he then lifts Hano back to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a Sit out facebuster before going for the pin!
DM: Curtis with the early pin here!
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: Hano with the kickout!
SS: CHEAP!
DM: Are you STILL depressed over Yoshiru Long not being around anymore?
SS: Yeah! I kind of am! Why?
DM: Because you've been acting like a little bitch all night, more so than usual!
Wilkes lifts Hano to his feet, gets behind him, and goes for a back suplex, but Hano fights out of it by doing a back flip, and lands on his feet behind Wilkes. Wilkes turns around, and Hano jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana, Wilkes gets to his feet, and Hano connects with a spinning wheel kick, he then goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for Wilkes to get to his feet. Wilkes eventually gets to his feet, and Hano leaps off, and connects with a missile dropkick before delivering a stomp to the midsection causing Wilkes to sit up holding his stomach in pain, he then runs into the ropes, runs back at Wilkes, and connects with a running dropkick to the face before waiting for Wilkes to get to his feet. Wilkes eventually gets to his feet, and Hano connects with a enzuigiri before waiting for Wilkes to get back to his feet. Wilkes gets to his hands and knees, and Hano runs into the ropes, runs back at Wilkes, and connects with a running dropkick to the side of the head, he then waits for Wilkes to get to his feet, Wilkes eventually gets to his feet, and Hano jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Wilkes gets back to his feet, and Hano connects with a dropkick. Wilkes gets back to his feet again, and Hano connects with a kick to the head, he then goes out to the apron, and waits for Wilkes to get to his feet. Wilkes eventually gets to his feet, and Hano springboards off the top rope, and connects with the Inferuno Toreiru Sixteenth Style Sword before going for the pin!
SS: KICK OUT, CURTIS! KICK OUT!
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: Not yet! Only a two count!
SS: (relieved) Oh thank god! This would have been a travesty! Fuck the Mariano Fernandez wannabe!
DM: Hano is a great young athlete who has gone toe to toe with some of PCW's finest so far and he has a very bright future ahead of him in PCW!
Hano waits for Wilkes to get to his feet. it takes a moment, but Wilkes eventually gets to his feet, and Hano goes for a kick to the head, but Wilkes ducks, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a belly to belly suplex, he then lifts Hano to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a german suplex before connecting with a knee drop to the face, he then lifts Hano back to his feet, and connects with a gutwrench suplex before connecting with a elbow drop to the chest, he then lifts Hano back to his feet again, and connects with a scoop slam before lifting Hano to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a DDT, he then waits for Hano to get back to his feet. Hano eventually gets back to his feet, and Wilkes runs into the ropes, runs back at Hano, and connects with a running bulldog before lifting Hano to his feet, and connecting with a suplex, he then waits for Hano to get back to his feet again. Hano eventually gets back to his feet, and Wilkes connects with a superkick before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Hano kicks out, but my god, that superkick put a hurting on his jaw!
SS: Come on, Curtis! You'll always be elite! Show the naysayers just how good you are!
DM: Dumbass! What are you talking about?
SS: I'm just saying just in case people want to talk shit and say that Curtis can't do anything on his own!
Wilkes lifts Hano to his feet, and goes for a scoop slam, but Hano reverses it into a head scissors takedown. Wilkes gets to his feet, and Hano connects with a dropkick. Wilkes gets back to his feet, and Hano connects with another dropkick. Wilkes gets back to his feet again, and Hano connects with a third dropkick. Wilkes gets to his feet, and Hano jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Wilkes gets back to his feet, and Hano jumps up, and connects with another hurricanrana. Wilkes gets back to his feet again, and Hano jumps up, and connects with a third hurricanrana. Wilkes gets to his feet, and Hano connects with a kick to the head, he then waits for Wilkes to get back to his feet. Wilkes eventually gets back to his feet, and Hano runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody before delivering a stomp to the midsection causing Wilkes to sit up holding his stomach in pain, he then connects with a kick to the head before waiting for Wilkes to get back to his feet. Wilkes eventually gets back to his feet, and Hano connects with a spinning wheel kick, he then goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, leaps off, and connects with the Piasuha Eighteenth Style Sword before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Now it's Curtis who barely kicks out before the count of three!
SS: Let's go Curtis! Let's go!
DM: And there goes ratings ladies and gentlemen!
SS: I was just... HEY!
Hano lifts Wilkes to his feet, and goes for a irish whip, but Wilkes reverses it into a irish whip of his own. Hano runs into the ropes, runs back at Wilkes, and Wilkes catches him with a back body drop, he then lifts Hano to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a neckbreaker before lifting Hano back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a tiger suplex, he then lifts Hano back to his feet again, and connects with a suplex before connecting with a elbow drop to the face, he then lifts Hano to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before delivering stomps to the face, he connects with about ten stomps, he then lifts Hano back to his feet, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before lifting Hano back to his feet again, getting behind him, and connecting with a back suplex, he then lifts Hano to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a half nelson suplex before lifting Hano back to his feet, and connecting with a scoop slam, he then waits for Hano to get to his feet. Hano gets to one knee, and Wilkes connects with a Buzzsaw Kick before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Somehow, someway, Hano Eiyu kicks out!
SS: Dammit! Why is this Mariano Fernandez wannabe kicking out?
DM: Stop calling him that, douche bag! Hano Eiyu is Hano Eiyu, not Mariano Fernandez!
SS: But he's small like him! Japanese jumping bean!
DM: Just concentrate on the match, tubby!
Wilkes lifts Hano to his feet, and goes for a suplex, but Hano fights out of it, and lands on his feet behind Wilkes. Wilkes turns around, and Hano connects with a enzuigiri before wiating for Wilkes to get to his feet. Wilkes gets to his hands and kness, and Hano runs into the ropes, runs back at Wilkes, and connects with a running dropkick to the side of the head, he then waits for Wilkes to get back to his feet. Wilkes eventually gets back to his feet, and Hano connects with a spinning wheel kick before waiting for Wilkes to get back to his feet again. Wilkes eventually gets back to his feet, and Hano connects with a kick to the head, he then delivers a stomp to the midsection causing Wilkes to sit up holding his stomach in pain before connecting with another kick to the head, he then waits for Wilkes to get to his feet, Wilkes eventually gets to his feet, and Hano jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Wilkes gets back to his feet, and Hano connects with a dropkick. Wilkes gets back to his feet again, and Hano jumps up, and connects with another hurricanrana. Wilkes gets to his feet, and Hano connects with another dropkick. Wilkes gets back to his feet, and Hano jumps up, and connects with a third hurricanrana. Wilkes gets back to his feet again, and Hano connects with a third dropkick. Wilkes gets to his feet, and Hano connects with a kick to the head before going out to the apron, and climbing to the top turnbuckle, he then leaps off, and connects with the Oni Shindo Fifteenth Style Sword before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: And Curtis kicks out just before the three count!
SS: Come on, Curt! You know you can beat him! You know you can do it!
Hano waits for Wilkes to get to his feet. It takes a moment, but Wilkes eventually gets to his feet, and Hano connects with a enzuigiri before waiting for Wilkes to get back to his feet. Wilkes eventually gets back to his feet, and Hano connects with a kick to the head, he then goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, leaps off, and connects with the Fenikkusu Nensho Third Style Sword before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
Curtis kicks out just before the count of three. Hano waits for Wilkes to get to his feet. It takes a few moment, but Wilkes eventually gets to his feet, and Hano goes for a kick to the head, but Wilkes ducks, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before locking in Embrace the Darkness!
DM: Embrace the Darkness! Curtis has his signature submission hold locked in!
SS: YES! Make him tap! I want to hear him tap and scream!
Hano refuses to give up, so Wilkes puts more pressure on the hold, but Hano still refuses to give up, so Wilkes puts even more pressure on the hold, but Hano STILL refuses to give up, so Wilkes puts even MORE pressure on the hold, and Hano tries to fight out of it, he tries to get to the ropes, but he fails, and has no choice but to tap out!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by submission... "THE AUSTRALIAN PSYCHO"... CURTIS WILKES!!!
Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck by Grinspoon hits but Curtis isn't letting go of the submission. He finally lets go and a look of anger comes across his face. Curtis rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair before rolling back in the ring. He raises the chair up... and cracks it over Hano's back.
DM: Dammit! Right across the back and for what? The damn match is over and you already won!
SS: This is brilliant! Brilliant I tell you!
DM: The kid has endured enough!
Curtis lays the chair in the middle of the ring and smirks as he gets Hano up, kicks him in the gut and places him in position for the Telerana DDT he calls The Downward Spiral. Instead of hitting it, he smirks and looks around the crowd who are giving him a mixed reaction. However before he could do anything, Mariano Fernandez races down the ramp and the place goes wild with cheers as they see the PCW Hall of Famer on Rapture again.
DM: IT'S MARIANO FERNANDEZ! MARIANO IS HERE ON SATURDAY NIGHT RAPTURE!
SS: FUCK! THAT PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT IS HERE!
DM: Mariano and Curtis share a history with one another! Dating back to Mariano's rookie year in 2009 where these two faced off for the first time with the CWF National Championship on the line!
SS: And Curtis whooped his ass on that day!
Curtis drops Hano from position and starts pouncing on Mariano as he enters the ring. Curtis has the upperhand over his longtime rival and starts hitting him with punch after punch. He whips Mariano into the ropes. Curtis goes for a boot, but Mariano ducks it. Curtis turns around and Mariano hits Curtis in the jaw with a crane kick. Curtis is grazed and Mariano starts hitting him with kick after kick before leveling him with a superkick to the jaw.
DM: Now Mariano has the upperhand over Curtis! Mariano is showing the PCW faithful that he still has it!
SS: Get out of there, Curtis! Get out of there NOW!
Mariano sizes Curtis up as he gets ready to hit him with his signature Tsunami Strike. Once Curtis gets up, Mariano goes for it, but Curtis ducks out of the way and rolls out of the ring as he leaves up the ramp. He stares at Mariano while walking back and shouts "I'm always going to be better than you". Mariano stares at Curtis before he helps Hano to his feet. Mariano and Hano bow in their signature Japanese like stance before they raise their hands in the air to cheers from the crowd as "Theta Titanium" hits throughout the PA system. Curtis looks back at the two with intensity in his eyes before it turns into a small smirk. From there, we go to commercial break.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 2, 2013 13:26:07 GMT -5
Back from the break and the scene shows Sir David diligently selling and serving tacos for Premium Championship Wrestling. Business looks to be booming as customers from among the masses seem to arise constantly. The saftey pin has obviously been pushed to its limits as it is bulging with cash. It has become apparent that Sir David has had to resort to the use of his pockets and even they are full to burst. Hearing the call of another potential customer from the top of the one hundred level section of the arena, David proceeds to waddle as fast as he can in a gallant effort to provide the best possible service to waiting patron. Arriving to the customer, David then begins to sieze a perfectly wrapped "Flawless Taco" from his vendor's box and with a pleasant exchange of taco and cash, Sir David pockets the money and offers his hand to the patron in an effort to thank him for his business. The man gladly shakes Sir David's hand and sits down. Sir David then turns around to seek out his next patron. Scene fades to black.The camera now pans to another part of the arena. This time in a hallway where Aurora Rose is walking gingerly, still feeling the effects of being attacked by Liam Reilly. As she turns the corner, Reyna Carter leaps up... and hits Auroa with a Frankensteiner she calls A Bitch's Welcome. Aurora is sent flying to the concrete floor.[/i] DM: That's Reyna Carter! And she's attacking Aurora Rose! But why? SS: Because she's a boss! She can do whatever the fuck she wants! That's why! Reyna starts pounding on Aurora, but soon later, Aurora turns the tide and now she has the upperhand over England and Canada's Most Glamorous Export.SS: Look at them two go! CATFIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT! DM: Oh my god! Really? SS: But it is! DM: Ugh! Aurora continues to have the upperhand over Reyna. Reyna starts to get to her feet and Aurora runs up hoping for a Monkey Flip... NO! Reyna side steps Aurora and she misses her target. Aurora turns back around... and Reyna hits her with an Inverted stomp facebreaker she calls Inferiority Complex.DM: Inferiority Complex! Reyna just took Aurora out with that brutal move! SS: Aurora is inferior when it comes to her against Reyna! Reyna proved that earlier tonight! Reyna looks down at Aurora with a smug expression on her face before she walks off. We now go to the ring where Jimmy Wilkes is set to call the next match.Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the PCW BROADCAST CHAMPIONSHIP!!! The crowd cheers.Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first! ‘Carmina Burana’ by Carl Orff plays as all of the lights in the arena go stark white.Smith Jones appears on stage dressed to compete in his trademark all white ring attire. He is carrying his favourite white microphone and, perhaps most importantly, Smith Jones has the #BroadcastChampionship locked safely around his waist! He stops at the top of the ramp and takes in the loud reaction. Mostly boos with some male teenage cheering mixed in for good measure. Jones calls the handheld camera close to him as he uses his index finger to slowly draw an ‘X’ across his chest. He wets his thumb and rubs off a small smudge on the faceplate before he takes a deeeeeep breath and strides confidently down to ringside. The crowd along the ramp are booing their loudest, trying to be sure to let Smith know that the things he said in his last promo struck a chord with them in a bad way. Arriving at ringside, Smith mounts the ring steps and wipes his feet on the apron before taking centre. He is well aware that this is the very first time that he’s worn the belt to the ring and he plans on milking it for all it’s worth! The crowd begins to chant.Crowd: Fuck you Smith! Fuck you Smith! Fuck you Smith! Fuck you Smith! Fuck you Smith! Fuck you Smith! He remains silent mid-ring with the white microphone hanging at his side. The chanting of the crowd continues as The New Era’s theme song continues to rattle the rafters. The noise inside the arena bowl is deafening. Smith takes the belt off and climbs up onto the second rope in a corner. He hoists the title high above his head and the boos align and sustain for a long time. He walks to the corner next door and does the same with the same reaction. He goes up onto a third corner and holds up the belt. Then, the fourth corner. Smith returns to centre-ring and rests the belt on his shoulder. He finally raises the white microphone to his lips and he speaks.Smith Jones: I’m Smith Jones and I’m your new PCW #BroadcastChampion!!!! Crowd: Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!! He laughs at the response. His twisted chuckle settles into a low groan. His face becomes a stone scowl as he thinks about some of the people he saw on his way to the ring. His disgust for humanity is at a high right now. Smith is quite proud to be holding the belt. It’s a physical symbol that supports what he has known his entire career: Smith Jones is better than everyone else out here.Smith Jones: I’m James Baker’s worst nightmare! I’m the enemy of the state. I’m part of The New Era and The New Era is a problem for the establishment. Everyone knew that I would beat Jay Thunder, polite as they were to his face. And in my first fourteen days as #BroadcastChampion, I’ve already done more for this championship than Jay did the entire time he held the belt. And speaking of doing things for a title, why in the fuck is our current World Champion’s twitter handle ‘THW’s Adrien’ ?? If you need someone to reprimand, Baker, there’d be a good place to start. What the fuck??!!!?!? Smith takes the belt off his shoulder and hangs it on the top rope, snapping it in place so it stays put. He motions to the main camera.Smith Jones: Zoom in! Zoom in! Get that camera off my face for a moment and just look at the beauty of this belt. It has a traditional, old school charm to it that makes me think of the belts they used to carry back in the eighties and nineties. It has class. It has somewhat of a nostalgic feel for me. It’s the PCW belt that most adequately captures, in my eyes, the feeling that the champion carrying this belt knows what he’s doing in that ring. That happens to be quite true! I really, really do know what I’m doing. I’ve kept this title pristine and perfect for fourteen days so far. Nobody has touched this belt but me. That is about to change. Hashtag fifteen seconds of fame! He leaves the belt hanging on the top rope and he jumps out of the ring. Smith look into the eyes of the fans at ringside. They start to clamber for his attention. Smith laughs out loud, a full, hearty laugh.Smith Jones: How suddenly those who booed my entrance are now cheering for my eye. You want to hold it, don’t you? And so do you and you and you… but as I’ve been saying for the past few days, there can only be ONE lucky fan. The process of sifting through you unwashed scores of putrid human trash was sickening. A woman came up and tried to talk to me the other day. She, legit, stuck her finger about three knuckles deep into her nose and pulled out a rope of snot so thick they could have towed the Carnival Cruise ship home with it!!!! She wanted to be the one to hold the belt. The thought of someone like her getting anywhere near my #BroadcastChampionship makes my stomach turn. Like this guy who tapped me on the shoulder yesterday. When I turned around, I walked out a wall of breath so foul that I’ll never grow nose hairs again!!!! He wanted to be the one to hold the belt. I looked him dead in his good eye and I spoke quite clearly when I respectfully declined his application. One kid actually made a grab at the belt – almost got a fingertip on it, but NO he did not touch the title. Little fuck! Smith rolls back into the ring and takes centre.Smith Jones: Still, after all of the tweets and messages and fan interaction, ugh, I did indeed manage to narrow it down to one lucky fan. Let’s go ahead and bring her out right now! Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… Chantal!!! Smith’s old theme music, ‘Sail’ by Awolnation plays and a young lady comes out onto the stage. She has blonde hair and stunning blue eyes. She’s very cute and has the sweetest little smile you’ve ever seen. She’s dressed in a gray T-shirt that has ‘Touch’ written on the front of it in black letters with a large white ‘X’ over the whole thing! She’s also wearing a tight little white skirt and white heels.SS: Looks like Smith is in this for the pussy!!! Atta boy, champ!!!! The girl climbs the steps and quickly hops in under the middle rope. Smith offers his hand to her and helps her to mid ring.Smith Jones: Now Chantal, this is how things are gonna work. I’m going to have the guys in the truck put a fifteen-second clock up on the tron. The moment I hand you the belt, the clock will start and you will be allowed to do whatever pose you want!!! You’ll notice there is a gaggle of photographers at ringside. Also, the world will of course be watching on the Premium Network. Did you set your PVR to record this moment? Chantal: Yes. Of course. I’m so excited!!! Smith Jones: Yes, yes, I’m sure you are. Can I please have fifteen seconds on the clock?!! ‘:15’ appears on the tron immediately. Smith grabs the belt from where he had hung it on the top rope. He slings it over his shoulder.Smith Jones: One last thing before you have the opportunity to be the first and only person to lay a hand on my #BroadcastChampionship belt. I have to ask you one question. He leans in quite close to her face with a toothy grin. She seems a little creeped out, but she doesn’t recoil from him much. She smiles cutely and perhaps even a little bit flirtatiously. Chantal: Anything, Smith. Smith’s smile falls into a deep sneer.Smith Jones: Did you wipe your feet on the apron? Her face becomes flushed and she stops smiling. She then recovers and starts flirting with Jones again.Chantal: Uh… Yes. Yes, I did. I wiped them the same way you always do. I’m your biggest fan, Smith Jones. Smith Jones: Is that so? Let’s roll a replay of Chantal getting into the ring! Her face is shocked. The video plays and shows Chantal as she climbs the steps and quickly hops in under the middle rope. Smith offers his hand to her and helps her to mid ring as the video then goes to a white screen.Smith Jones: Chantal, you just lied to me. Chantal: Smith, I-- Smith Jones: You just lied to my face in my ring in front of thousands of live fans in attendance and millions around the world! You are living proof that no matter how good someone may look on the outside, everyone is willing to do or say anything to get what they want!!! Chantal: I didn’t mean to lie! I just want to hold the belt!! Can I hold it? Please!!!! Put fifteen seconds back up on the tron!!! Jones shakes his head slowly, a grave expression across his mug.Smith Jones: There will be no fifteen seconds of fame tonight. Security! The crowd boooooooos as Chantal bursts into tears. Arena security hops the barricade and enters the ring, taking the woman by the arms and leading her out to ringside.Smith Jones: Maybe it was a mistake to believe that I could find someone worthy of holding this championship belt. Until such time as a more suitable man or woman arrives in PCW, I will guard this championship WITH MY LIFE!!!! Starting right fucking now. He stands up straight with the title belt over his shoulder.Smith Jones: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the PCW #BroadcastChampionship!!!!!!! Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 229 pounds, I’m the new PCW #BroadcastChampion… Smith Jones!!!!!!!!!!! He holds the title high above his head for all to see. He then goes out to ringside and carefully places the title on the timekeeper’s table. He gives the timekeeper and the ring announcer a very stern look. They know what he means. He rolls back into the ring and awaits his very first challenger.Jimmy Wilkes: And the challenger! "Down With the Sickness" by Disturbed plays over the loud speaker as the lights on the ramp go out. They come back on and Brian Stryker walks out of the back with his hood up. He stands at the top of the ramp. He slams his hand down onto the ramp and throws his hood back as pyro goes off behind him.Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 215 pounds... "THE KID"... BRIAN STRYKER!!! He walks down the ramp to cheers from the crowd. He slaps hands with some of the fans before stepping onto the steel steps and walks on the apron. He points at the crowd before entering the apron. He now goes to the top rope and spreads his arms out as the crowd cheers. He hops off the turnbuckle and takes his jacket off, handing it to a ringside assistant as he awaits for the match to begin.*DING! DING! DING!*The match begins, and Smith locks up with Stryker. Smith gets the upperhand by delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a gutwrench suplex, he then lifts Stryker to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a tiger suplex before lifting Stryker back to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a DDT, he then lifts Stryker back to his feet again, and connects with a scoop slam before delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about five stomps, he then lifts Stryker to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before delivering more stomps to the left leg. He connects with about ten stomps, he then connects with a elbow drop to the chest before lifting Stryker to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a german suplex, he then lifts Stryker back to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before going for the pin!ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*DM: Stryker kicks out at two! SS: Let's go Smith! Beat this Philly Cheese Steak eating piece of trash! DM: You have no room to talk about what another person eats considering how fat and grotesque you are! Smith lifts Stryker to his feet, and goes for a scoop slam, but Stryker fights out of it, and lands on his feet behind Smith. Smith turns around, and Stryker connects with a enzuigiri, he then waits for Smith to get to his feet. Smith eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody 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 back to his feet. Smith eventually gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with a dropkick. Smith gets back to his feet again, and Stryker connects with another dropkick. Smith gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a enzuigiri before locking in a armbar. Smith refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Smith still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottum rope. Stryker gives Smith a clean break, lifts him to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and connects with Stryke 2 before going for the pin!ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*DM: This time, Smith Jones kicks out! SS: Let me say this! I DO NOT want Brian Stryker to be the Broadcast Champion! It should not happen! DM: I don't want you to be alive, but we don't all get what we want, dummy! Stryker lifts Smith to his feet, and goes for a irish whip, but Smith reverses it into a irish whip of his own, and Stryker runs into the ropes, runs back at Smith, and Smith catches him with a clothesline, he then lifts Stryker to his feet, and connects with a suplex before delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about seven stomps, he then lifts Stryker back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a half nelson suplex before connecting with a elbow drop to the chest, he then ifts Stryker back to his feet again, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a butterfly suplex before delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about fifteen stomps, he then lifts Stryker to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before delivering a knee drop to the face, he then lifts Stryker back to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before lifting Stryker back to his feet again, getting behind him, and connecting with a tiger suplex, he then connects with Take It Home before dragging him to the middle of the ring, and going for the pin!ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*DM: Stryker just barely kicks out! SS: Count faster, referee! You know that should have been three! DM: It was a near fall and you know it! SS: I still stand by with what I said! Smith lifts Stryker to his feet, gets behind him, and goes for a back suplex, but Stryker fights out of it by doing a back flip, and lands on his feet behind Smith. Smith turns around, and Stryker jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Smith gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a kick to the head before locking in a surfboard stretch. Smith refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Smith still refuses to give up, and Stryker eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then waits for Smith to get to his feet. Smith gets to his hands and knees, and Stryker runs into the ropes, runs back at Smith, and connects with a running dropkick to the side of the head before turning Smith over, and locking in a ground headlock. Smith refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Smith still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottum rope. Stryker gives Smith a clean break, and waits for him to get to his feet. Smith eventually get to his feet, and Stryker connects with a spinning wheel kick before dragging Smith to the middle of the ring, and locking in a cross armbar. Smith refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Smith still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottum rope. Stryker gives Smith a clean break, he then waits for Smith to get to his feet. Smith eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Smith gets back to his feet, and Stryker jumps up, and connects with another hurricanrana. Smith gets back to his feet again, and Stryker jumps up, and connects with a third hurricanrana, he then waits for Smith to get to his feet. Smith eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a kick to the head before going out to the apron, and waiting for Smith to get to his feet. Smith eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker springboards off the top rope, and connects with the Flight of the Valkyries before going for the pin!ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*DM: Now it's Smith who barely kicks out! Incredible! SS: Stupid fucking hamsters! Fuck them! DM: Watch your tone about hamsters, fatty! They could grow super large and eat your worthless ass! SS: ... Stryker waits for Smith to get to his feet. It takes a moment, but Smith eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker goes for a kick to the head, but Smith ducks, and connects with a clothesline. Stryker gets to his feet, and Smith connects with another clothesline. Stryker gets back to his feet, and Smith connects with a third clothesline. Stryker gets back to his feet again, and Smith delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before lifting Stryker to his feet, and connecting with a snap suplex, he then lifts Stryker back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a Russian leg sweep before delivering stomps to the left leg, he connects with about ten stomps before delivering a elbow drop to the face, he then lifts Stryker to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a half nelson suplex before lifting Stryker back to his feet, and connecting with a back breaker, he then lifts Stryker back to his feet again, and connects with a butterfly suplex before delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about eight stomps, he then connects with a elbow drop to the chest before delivering stomps to the face, he then kneels down, and begins choking Stryker forcing the ref to start a five count.ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!Smith releases the hold, lifts Stryker to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a tiger suplex, he then lifts Stryker back to his feet, and connects with a gutwrench suplex before lifting Stryker back to his feet again, getting behind him, and connecting with a german suplex, he then lifts Stryker to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before going for the pin!ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*DM: Somehow, someway, Brian Stryker kicks out and lives to fight to become the Broadcast Champion! SS: That was three! THAT WAS FUCKING THREE! DM: Calm down, Taint! It was two and three-fourths! Smith lifts Stryker to his feet, and goes for a scoop slam, but Stryker reverses it into a headscissors takedown. Smith gets to his feet, and Stryker jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Smith gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with a dropkick. Smith gets back to his feet again, and Stryker jumps up, and connects with another hurricanrana. Smith gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a spinning wheel kick before going out to the apron, and climbing to the top turnbuckle, he then waits for Smith to get to his feet. Smith eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker leaps off, and connects with a missile dropkick before locking in a cross armbar. Smith refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Smith still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottum rope. Stryker gives Smith a clean break, and waits for Smith to get to his feet. Smith eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a enzuigiri, he then waits for Smith to get back to his feet. Smith eventually gets back to his feet, and Stryker runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody 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 Stryker 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 Stryker connects with The Konami Code before going for the pin!ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*DM: Smith Jones kicks out and saves his championship! SS: Thank god! The winter of Smith Jones NEEDS to continue! Stryker lifts Smith to his feet, and irish whips him into the ropes. Smith runs back at Stryker, and Stryker goes for a spinning wheel kick, but Smith ducks, runs into the ropes, runs back at Stryker, and connects with a clothesline. Stryker gets to his feet, and Smith delivers a kick to the midsection before sending Stryker out to the apron, he then connects with a dropkick sending Stryker to the floor forcing the ref to start a ten count.ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
FIVE!!!Stryker gets to his feet, and Smith runs into the ropes on the other side of the ring, runs back toward Stryker, and connects with a suicide dive forcing the ref to restart the ten count!DM: HOLY SHIT! Smith Jones just did a suicide dive! SS: He can do everything! Why? Because he's Smith fucking Jones! That's why! DM: It's very rare for Smith to go to the air! Very rare! Smith: I CAN FLY TOO!!! The crowd boos.SIX!!!
SEVEN!!!
EIGHT!!!Smith lifts Stryker to his feet, and slides him in the ring, he then slides in the ring himself, lifts Stryker to his feet, and connects with a piledriver, he then lifts Stryker back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with the Point of Controversy before going for the pin!ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall and STILL the PCW Broadcast Champion... SMITH JONES!!! "Carmina Burana" by Carl Orff plays and the crowd boos as Smith Jones gets handed the PCW Broadcast Championship belt.DM: Well, he did it! His first title defense and it was a successful one! SS: He beat that Philadelphia retard! He fucking did it, Desiree! DM: Stryker brought everything he had and nearly won the title, but Smith Jones was just too strong of a competitor! Luckily Stryker will have a chance to make that right at Battle Finale III! SS: He wasn't that impressive! Come on, be realistic! DM: Says you! Stryker was good and he's improving on a daily basis! I'd watch out for him if I were the PCW roster! SS: Heh! DM: Right now, we're gonna take another break! We'll be back after this! **COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 2, 2013 13:26:48 GMT -5
Back from break and the scene cuts to the backstage area where we find none other than The Devil Himself Dante Daevain and his compatriot, associate, and tag team partner The Phantom leaning with their backs against a wall. Dante is calmly puffing a cigar while The Phantom has in his right hand a bottle of Jack Daniels and in his left hand a P.C.W commemorative shot glass. The Phantom, showing early signs of intoxication,sets the shot glass on the floor and reaches into his pockets. Dante looks at The Phantom confused.
Dante: Looking for something?
The Phantom looks at Dante.
Phantom: The Phantom is looking for his...car keys. He's in no condition to drive.
Dante reaches down and retrives the shot glass from the floor. Holding it between himself and the Phantom, he replies...
Dante: Phantom, you rode here with me. You're fine.
The Phantom looks at Dante puzzled.
Phantom: Yeaahhh...
The Phantom raises up the bottle of Jack Daniels and fills up the shot glass in Dante's hand. He tries to reach for it but Dante has already lifted it up to down the shot and places the shot glass back in the hands of the Phantom who resumes his periodic ritual of shooting whiskey. Silence ensues for a few moments until the Phantom, seemingly talking to air, belts out...
Phantom: HOW.... THE HELL.... DID... THAT.... IMPISH.... MINUTE...... LITTLE..... TINY... MINISCULE...
Dante: We get the point...
Phantom: ... BASTARD... MANAGE.... TO.... JACK.... THE..... GENERAL MANAGER'S...... JOB!?
Dante: ... I dunno.
Phantom: THAT JOB.... WAS MEANT... FOR SOME HICK.... IN... B.F.E..... NOT FOR THAT.... CORPULENT.... RETARDED..... MENTALLY CHALLENGED.... SLOW IN THE HEAD.....
Dante: ... Once again.... we get the point...
Phantom: IT'S LIKE.... NO MATTER... WHAT WE DO... HE'S ALWAYS THERE... TO...
Unbeknownst to The Phantom, a security guard has approached Dante Daevain and Dante has to tap The Phantom on shoulder to shut him up long enough to hear the security guard.
Security Guard: I hate to interrupt you sir, but this is a smoke free arena. I'm going to have to ask you to take your cigar outside please.
Dante: Of course! My friend here needs some air anyway.
The Phantom then drapes an arm over Dante's shoulder and the two begin to walk... actually Dante walks, The Phantom is so far gone that his walk more closely resembles a duck with a broken leg. As they approach the arena door both men are astonished to find four ambulances parked with lights glaring near the door. Paramedics are rushing to the door, one of them bumping into the Phantom.
Phantom: THE.... PHANTOM... APOLOGIZES... LET... HIM... GET THE... DOOR... FOR YOU!
While The Phantom has his right arm over Dante Daevain supporting him, he reaches out with his left hand to open the door for the rushing paramedics. When they finish filing in, The Phantom yells down the hall.
Phantom: TRY SOME OF DAVID'S TACOS! THEY'RE GREAT!
The Phantom then closes the door and then attempts to get his bearings. Dante, willing to let The Phantom do so lets The Phantom have his arm back. The Phantom gets his bearings and is able to stand on his feet in a perfectly still manner. Dante, looking at the Phantom confused, merely pokes the Phantom in his chest, who falls straight back onto the concrete. Scene fades to black.
DM: That was um... um...
SS: Odd as hell!
DM: Oh look at that! You can comprehend what others are saying! Good job, fatty!
SS: Yeah, yeah! Now shut up!
DM: No, pig fucker! Let's take it to our next match up, being the renewal of a long time rivalry! Syn and Reaper do battle once more and the first time since Slamathon III where Syn put Reaper in a coma! Take it away, Jimmy!
Cut to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
"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!
JUST BECAUSE SEASONS DON'T FEAR THE REAPER!!!! DON'T MEAN YOU SHOULDN'T!!!!
"America" by Deuce hits the sound system, a weird blue light fills the arena, and outcomes Ryan ''the Reaper'' Robinson. Reaper has his signiture black steel golf club in his right hand and a bottle of Reapin hot sauce in his left.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from a dark basement in Winchester, Kentucky, weighing in at 285 pounds. He is a member of Team Lethality... RYAN... "THE REAPER"... ROBINSON!!!
As Reaper looks around at the fans with a twisted smile on his face, he raises both items in the air before making his way down the ramp. He takes time to slap hands with the fans and gives one fan the bottle of Reapin' Hot Sauce. He slides in under the bottom rope to get in the ring. Reaper raises the golf club in the air to more cheers before setting it down and waiting for the match to begin.
*DING! DING! DING!*
The match begins, and Reaper delivers a punch to the face. Syn returns a punch of his own, and they begin trading punches. Syn. Reaper. Syn. Reaper. Syn. Reaper. Syn. Reaper. Syn. Reaper. Syn gets the upperhand by delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a swinging neckbreaker, he then lifts Reaper to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a Russian leg sweep before delivering stomps to the left leg, he connects with about five stomps, he then locks in a half boston crap. Reaper refuses to give up, so Syn puts more pressure on the hold, but Reaper still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope, but Syn refuses to break the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Syn releases the hold, lifts Reaper to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a suplex before lifting Reaper back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a neckbreaker, he then goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for Reaper to get to his feet. Reaper eventually gets to his feet, and Syn leaps off, and connects with a missile dropkick before locking in a cross armbar. Reaper refuses to give up, so Syn puts more pressure on the hold, but Reaper still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottum rope, but Syn refuses to break the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Syn releases the hold, lifts Reaper to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex, he then connects with Twisted Thrills before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: And Reaper kicks out!
SS: Damn retard! Stay down if you know what's good for you!
Syn lifts Reaper to his feet, and goes for a suplex, but Reaper reverses it into a suplex of his own, he then lifts Syn to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before lifting Syn back to his feet, and connecting with a belly to belly suplex, he then lifts Syn back to his feet again, gets behind him, and connects with a half nelson suplex before turning Syn over, and locking in a camel clutch. Syn refuses to give up, so Reaper puts more pressure on the hold, but Syn still refuses to give up, and Reaper eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then waits for Syn to get to his feet, Syn eventually gets to his feet, and Reaper runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody before delivering stomps to the leg, he connects with about ten stomps, he then delivers a stomp to the midsection causing Syn to sit up holding his stomach in pain before running into the ropes, running back at Syn, and connecting with a running knee stike to the face, he then kneels down and begins delivering punches to the face, he connects with about ten punches before lifting Syn to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a piledriver, he then lifts Syn to his feet, and connects with a gutwrench suplex before locking in a surfboard stretch. Syn refuses to give up, so Reaper puts more pressure on the hold, but Syn still refuses to give up, and Reaper eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then waits for Syn to get to his feet. Syn eventually gets to his feet, and Reaper connects with a kick to the head before lifting Syn back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a german suplex, he then lifts Syn to his feet, and irish whips him into the ropes. Syn runs back at Reaper, and Reaper catches him with a powerslam before going for the pin!
DM: Reaper could do it here?
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: This time, Syn kicks out!
SS: Whew! Let's go Syn! Kick this retard's ass!
DM: Didn't you root against him two weeks ago?
SS: Uhhh... no!
DM: Lying sack of shit!
Reaper lifts Syn to his feet, gets behind him, and goes for a back suplex, but Syn fights out of it by doing a back flip, lands on his feet behind Reaper, and connects with a neckbreaker before delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about seven stomps, he then turns Reaper over, and locks in a armbar. Reaper refuses to give up, so Syn puts more pressure on the hold, but Reaper still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope, but Syn refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Syn releases the hold, and waits for Reaper to get to his feet. Reaper eventually gets to his feet, and Syn connects with a spinning wheel kick, he then lifts Reaper back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a german suplex before lifting Reaper back to his feet again, and connecting with a scoop slam, he then lifts Reaper to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before turning Reaper over, and locking in a ground headlock. Reaper refuses to give up, so Syn puts more pressure on the hold, but Reaper still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottum rope, but Syn refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Syn lifts Reaper to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker, he then goes out to the apron, and waits for Reaper to get to his feet. Reaper eventually gets to his feet, and Syn springboards off the top rope, and connects with a springboard crossbody before delivering a stomp to the midsection causing Reaper to sit up holding his stomach in pain, he then runs into the ropes, runs back at Reaper, and connects with a running dropkick to the face before delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about fifteen stomps, he then lifts Reaper to his feet, and connects with Insanity's Edge before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Reaper kicks out again!
SS: Stay down, retard! Stay down!
DM: Shut up, Taint! Annoying idiot!
Syn locks in a rear chin lock. Reaper refuses to give up, so Syn puts more pressure on the hold, but Reaper still refuses to give up, and eventually fights out of it by delivering elbows to the midsection, he then connects with a big boot before locking in a half boston crab. Syn refuses to give up, so Reaper puts more pressure on the hold, but Syn still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottum rope. Reaper gives Syn a clean break, lifts him to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a suplex, he then lifts Syn back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a tiger suplex before delivering a elbow drop to the chest, he then lifts Syn back to his feet again, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before waiting for Syn to get to his feet. Syn gets to his hands and knees, and Reaper runs into the ropes, runs back at Syn, and connects with a punt to the side of the head, he then lifts Syn to his feet, and connects with a belly to belly suplex before locking in a cross armbar. Syn refuses to give up, so Reaper puts more pressure on the hold, but Syn still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes, he eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottum rope. Reaper gives Syn a clean break, lifts him to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a butterfly DDT before going out to the apron, and climbing to the top turnbuckle, he then waits for Syn to get to his feet. Syn eventually gets to his feet, and Reaper leaps off, and connects with a diving clothesline before waiting for Syn to get back to his feet. Syn eventually gets back to his feet, and Reaper jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Syn gets back to his feet again, and Reaper connects with a enzuigiri, he then lifts Syn to his feet, and connects with a spinebuster before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Syn just barely kicks out!
SS: Thank god! I don't think I could ever fathom that idiot defeating Syn!
DM: And you're not an idiot?
SS: That's right!
DM: Then why oh why was PCW run into the ground then?
SS: ...
DM: That's what I thought!
Reaper lifts Syn to his feet, and goes for a scoop slam, but Syn revearses it into a headscissors takedown. Reaper gets to his feet, and Syn jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Reaper gets back to his feet, and Syn jumps up, and connects with another hurricanrana. Reaper gets back to his feet again, and Syn jumps up, and connects with a third hurricanrana. Reaper gets to his feet, and Syn connects with a enzuigiri, he then lifts Reaper back to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before lifting Reaper back to his feet, and connecting with a snap suplex, he then lifts Reaper back to his feet again, gets behind him, and connects with a Russian leg sweep before delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about twelve stomps, he then connects with a knee drop to the face before lifting Reaper to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a neckbreaker, he then lifts Reaper to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before locking in a half boston crab. Reaper refuses to give up, so Syn puts more pressure on the hold, but Reaper still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottum rope, but Syn refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Syn releases the hold, lifts Reaper to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, gets behind him, and connects with a Russian leg sweep before delivering stomps to the face. Syn connects with about seven stomps, he then lifts Reaper back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before lifting Reaper back to his feet again, and connecting with a suplex, he then waits for Reaper to get to his feet. Reaper eventually gets to his feet, and Syn runs into the turnbuckle, and connects with the Whisper in The Wind before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
Reaper kicks out before the count of three! Syn lifts Reaper to his feet, and goes for a irish whip, but Reaper revearses it into a irish whip of his own. Syn runs into the ropes, runs back at Reaper, and Reaper catches him with a dropkick, he then lifts Syn to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before lifting Syn back to his feet, and connecting with a spinebuster! he then lifts Syn back to his feet again, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before turning Syn over, and locking in the crossface!
SS: YES! CROSSFADE! SHADES OF THE LATE GREAT...
DM: Don't you even! That's in bad taste!
SS: I WASN'T DOING ANYTHING!
DM: Bullshit!
Syn refuses to give up, so Reaper puts more pressure on the hold, but Syn still refuses to give up, so Reaper puts even more pressure on the hold, but Syn STILL refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes, he eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottum rope. Reaper gives Syn a clean break, lifts him to his feet, and connects with a belly to belly suplex before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the head, He connects with about fifteen punches, he then lifts Syn back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a tiger suplex before turning Syn over, and locking in a armbar. Syn refuses to give up, so Reaper puts more pressure on the hold, but Syn still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottum rope, Reaper gives Syn a clean break, and lifts him to his feet, he then irish whips Syn into one of the turnbuckles before running at him, and connecting with a Reaper splash, he then irish whips Syn into another turnbuckle before running at him, and connecting with another Reaper splash. Syn comes off the turnbuckle, and Reaper runs into the ropes, runs back at Syn, and connects with a running DDT before lifting Syn back to his feet, and connecting with a scoop powerslam, he then lifts Syn back to his feet again, and connects with a chokeslam before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
SS: HA! Syn kicks out! Bella should ditch Ryan ''the Retard'' Robinson, and be with me! I'm a real man! I wish Reaps would have brought her out here with him! She could have joined us on commentary!
DM: OH MY GOD! Will you shut the fuck up? WE at Team Lethality would NEVER associate ourselves with dumbass idiots like you, Taint!
Reaper locks in a rear chin lock. Syn refuses to give up, so Reaper puts more pressure on the hold, but Syn still refuses to give up, and eventually fights out of it by delivering elbows to the midsection, he then connects with a enzuigiri before lifting Reaper to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a neckbreaker, he then waits for Reaper to get back to his feet. Reaper eventually gets back to his feet, and Syn runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody before delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about seven stomps, he then locks in a cloverleaf!
DM: Cloverleaf! Syn's got the Cloverleaf on Reaper!
SS: Make that fucker tap!
Reaper refuses to give up, so Syn puts more pressure on the hold, but Reaper still refuses to give up, so Syn puts even more pressure on the hold, but Reaper STILL refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope, but Syn refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
DM: Syn better release that hold soon if he doesn't want to get disqualified!
FOUR!!!
Syn releases the hold before lifting Reaper to his feet, he then drags Reaper to the middle of the ring, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before waiting for Reaper to get back to his feet. Reaper eventually gets back to his feet, and Syn runs into the ropes, runs back at Reaper, and connects with a running bulldog, he then goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for Reaper to get to his feet. Reaper eventually gets to his feet, and Syn leaps off, and connects with a missile dropkick before turning Reaper over, and locking in a camel clutch. Reaper refuses to give up, so Syn puts more pressure on the hold, but Reaper still refuses to give up, and Syn eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then lifts Reaper back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a german suplex before lifting Reaper back to his feet again, and connecting with a suplex, he then connects with Twisted Thrills before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Reaper just BARELY kicked out!
SS: Son of a bitch!
DM: I have seen plenty of their matches and this is the best Reaper has ever looked against Syn! Without question!
Syn lifts Reaper to his feet, and looks to be going for The Killing Joke! NO!!! Reaper fights out of it, and pushes Syn chest first into the turnbuckle. Syn comes off the turnbuckle, and Reaper connects with a german suplex, he then goes out to the apron, and waits for Syn to get to his feet. Syn eventually gets to his feet, and Reaper springboards off the top rope, and connects with a springboard crossbody before locking in the figure 4 leg lock!
DM: The figure four leglock! One of the most legendary submission holds in this business!
SS: It can torque the legs! Just for Syn's sake, escape the damn hold!
Syn refuses to give up, so Reaper puts more pressure on the hold, but Syn still refuses to give up, so Reaper puts even more pressure on the hold, but Syn STILL refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. Reaper gives Syn a clean break, lifts him to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and connects with a scoop slam, he then lifts Syn back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a half nelson suplex before lifting Syn back to his feet again, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a DDT, he then locks in a armbar. Syn refuses to give up, so Reaper puts more pressure on the hold, but Syn still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. Reaper gives Syn a clean break before waiting for him to get to his feet. It takes a moment, but Syn eventually gets to his feet, and Reaper connects with a super kick! he then lifts Syn to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a sitdown powerbomb before going for the pin!
DM: A superkick followed by a sitdown powerbomb! You have to admit, Taint! That's a good combination of moves there by Reaper!
SS: Meh! He's still a retard! I hope he chokes on a enchilada one day, and dies while he's at it!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
Syn kicks out just before the three count! Reaper lifts Syn to his feet, and looks to go for the Reaping Death Drop! NO!!! Syn fights out of it, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker, he then lifts Reaper to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before delivering stomps to the left leg, he connects with about five stomps, he then lifts Reaper back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a Russian leg sweep before locking in a half boston crab. Reaper refuses to give up, so Syn puts more pressure on the hold, but Reaper still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope, but Syn refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Syn releases the hold, lifts Reaper to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and connects with a scoop slam, he then lifts Reaper back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a neckbreaker before lifting Reaper back to his feet again, and connecting with a snap suplex, he then lifts Reaper to his feet, and connects with Insanity's Edge before going for the pin!
DM: This could do it!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
SS: FUCK!!! STAY DOWN YOU FUCKING TACO LOVING RETARDED RAPIST!!!
Syn waits for Reaper to get to his feet. It takes a moment, but Reaper eventually gets to his feet, and Syn runs into the ropes, runs back at Reaper, and Reaper catches him with a big boot, he then lifts Syn to his feet, irish whips him into one of the turnbuckles, walks over to him, climbs up, and begins delivering punches to the face. The ref tells Reaper to get out of the corner, but Reaper ignores him, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Reaper connects with ten punches, he then jumps down, and backs away from the corner before running at Syn, and connecting with a Reaper splash, he then drags Syn to the middle of the ring, and connects with a DDT before locking in a ankle lock!
DM: Reaper with another legendary submission hold on Syn, this time the ankle lock!
SS: Come on Syn! Don't tap!
Syn refuses to give up, so Reaper puts more pressure on the hold, but Syn still refuses to give up, so Reaper puts even more pressure on the hold, but Syn STILL refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. Reaper gives Syn a clean break, lifts him to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a gutwrench suplex, he then lifts Syn back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a Russian leg sweep before lifting Syn back to his feet again, getting behind him, and connecting with the Soul Breaker! he then goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, leaps off, and connects with a diving elbow drop before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
Syn BARELY kicks out before the count of three! Reaper lifts Syn to his feet, gets behind him, and goes for a back suplex, but Syn fights out of it by doing a back flip, lands on his feet behind Reaper, and connects with a Russian leg sweep, he then lifts Reaper to his feet, and connects with a suplex before locking in a cloverleaf! Reaper refuses to give up, so Syn puts more pressure on the hold, but Reaper still refuses to give up, so Syn puts even more pressure on the hold, but Reaper STILL refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He almost gets there, but Syn releases the hold, drags Reaper back to the middle of the ring, and locks the hold back in!
DM: Damnit Taint! I hate to say this, but Reaper needs to give up now, or Syn is going to break his fucking leg!
SS: Okay! Okay! I agree, Desiree! He needs to give up. Just calm the fuck down, woman!
Reaper refuses to give up, so Syn puts more pressure on the hold, but Reaper still refuses to give up, so Syn puts even more pressure on the hold, but Reaper STILL refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope, but Syn refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Syn releases the hold, and begins delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about ten stomps, he then lifts Reaper to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before lifting Reaper back to his feet, and connecting with a snap suplex, he then lifts Reaper back to his feet again, gets behind him, and connects with a neckbreaker before lifting Reaper to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a german suplex, he then waits for Reaper to get to his feet. Reaper eventually gets to his feet, and Syn runs into one of the turnbuckles, and connects with the Whisper in The Wind before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
Reaper kicks out! Syn lifts Reaper to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and looks to go for the Descent into Madness! NO!!! Reaper reverses it into a back body drop, but he falls down holding his left leg in pain, and both men are down, so the ref is forced to start a ten count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
FIVE!!!
Reaper starts moving.
SIX!!
SEVEN!!!
EIGHT!!!
Syn starts moving.
NINE!!!
Both men get to there feet, and Syn runs at Reaper, but Reaper catches him with a powerslam! he then lifts Syn to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a tiger suplex before lifting Syn back to his feet, and connecting with a butterfly suplex, he then turns Syn over, and locks in a camel clutch. Syn refuses to give up, so Reaper puts more pressure on the hold, but Syn still refuses to give up, and Reaper eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold before turning Syn over, kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. He connects with about fifteen punches, he then lifts Syn to his feet, and irish whips him into one of the turnbuckles before walking over to him, lifting him up, sitting him on the top turnbuckle, climbing up, and connecting with a super belly to belly suplex, he then lifts Syn to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with the Sould Breaker version 2 before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
Now Syn kicks out! Reaper lifts Syn to his feet, and irish whips him into the ropes. Syn runs back at Reaper, and Reaper goes for a clothesline, but Syn ducks, runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody, he then lifts Reaper to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before lifting Reaper back to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a swinging neckbreaker, he then lifts Reaper back to his feet again, and connects with a suplex before connecting with a knee drop to the face, he then lifts Reaper to his feet, and connects with Insanity's Edge before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: MY GOD! Reaper just barely kicked out!
SS: STAY FUCKING DOWN!
Syn gets frustrated, and locks in a rear chinlock. Reaper refuses to give up, so Syn puts more pressure on the hold, but Reaper still refuses to give up, and eventually fights out of it by delivering elbows to the midsection, he then connects with a enzuigiri before lifting Syn to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a german suplex, he then lifts Syn back to his feet, and connects with a scoop powerslam before lifting Syn back to his feet again, and performing the Death Roll! and he connects with seven suplexes! he then lifts Syn back to his feet again, and connects with the Soul Breaker version 3 before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: NOW SYN KICKS OUT! WHAT A MATCH!
Reaper lifts Syn to his feet, and connects with a chokeslam! he then walks over to one of the turnbuckles, climbs to the top turnbuckle, leaps off, and connects with Death From Above before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
Syn kicks out! Reaper lifts Syn to his feet, and sends him over the top ropes, and out to the apron. Syn slowly gets to his feet, and Reaper connects with a enzuigiri sending Syn to the floor forcing the ref to start a ten count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
FIVE!!!
SIX!!!
SEVEN!!!
Reaper waits for Syn to get to his feet. Syn eventually gets to his feet, and Reaper runs into the ropes on the other side of the ring, runs back toward Syn, and connects with a suicide dive forcing the ref to restart the ten count!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Reaper lifts Syn to his feet, and sends him head first into barricade!
FIVE!!!
SIX!!!
SEVEN!!!
Reaper slides in the ring, then goes back to the outside forcing the ref to restart the ten count again.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
FIVE!!!
Reaper waits for Syn to get to his feet. Syn eventually gets to his feet, and Reaper runs at him, and connects with the Black Hole Gore sending both men through the barricade as the fans errupt with cheers!
DM: OH MY GOD! BOTH SYN AND REAPER HAVE CRASHED RIGHT THROUGH THE BARRICADE!
SS: Jesus Christ! What more can these two do against each other?
SIX!!!
SEVEN!!!
EIGHT!!!
NINE!!!
Reaper lifts Syn to his feet, slides him in the ring, and barely manages to slide himself into the ring before the ten count, he then goes for the pin!
DM: YES!!! Ryan ''the Reaper'' Robinson has defeated Syn!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *Syn gets his foot on the rope*
DM: SO CLOSE BUT SYN GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES!
SS: HAHA! YES! Take that, retard!
The crowd boos loudly as a look of shock crosses the face of Reaper. He lifts Syn to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and goes for a scoop slam, but Syn fights out of it, lands on his feet behind Reaper, and connects with a neckbreaker before going out to the apron, and climbing to the top turnbuckle, he then leaps off looking to go for Falling into Chaos! NO!!! Reaper barely moves out of the way, and Syn crashes into the mat. He then goes to the corner, and signals for Syn to get to his feet.
DM: I think we know what he's about to do here!
SS: NO! NO! NO!
It takes a moment, but Syn eventually gets to his feet, and Reaper runs at him looking to go for the Black Hole Gore! NO!!! Syn barely moves out of the way, and Reaper crashes shoulder first into the turnbuckle, he then turns around, and comes off the turnbuckle holding his shoulder in pain. Syn delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with the Descent into Madness before going for the pin!
SS: THIS ONE IS OVER!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... SYN!!!
"Duality" by Slipknot hits and Syn who's still laid out on the ground, slowly but surely gets to his feet and gets his hand raised in victory.
DM: Syn with a huge victory over Ryan "The Reaper" Robinson in what has to be their greatest match to date!
SS: Certainly better than the ones they competed in when they were in that absolute shit hole known as WKF!
DM: Very true! Of course, PCW is way better then them or any place else for that matter!
SS: Fuck yes!
DM: And I think Reaper did a damn good job despite the loss! He's going places!
SS: If you say so!
DM: I know so! Reaper's going to make it! Trust me! Right now, it's time to commercial! We'll be back after this!
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 2, 2013 13:27:25 GMT -5
We come back from the break and "II Trill" by Bun B feat. Z-Ro and J. Prince hits and the crowd cheers loudly. James Baker comes out and the cheers grow larger by the second. He looks around and a smirk comes across his face. He walks down the ramp and the smirk is still on his face. He slaps hands with a few of the fans before entering the ring. He grabs a microphone and stands in the center of the ring, taking in all the cheers he's receiving.
James Baker: It seems I've been constantly running my ass around here all fuckin' night long and to be honest, I'm dead ass tired, yo. But I have a job to do.
The crowd cheers.
James Baker: And right now, I think it's time we make an announcement regarding the tag team division. You know, the division that has two very good friends of mine holding the belts.
The crowd pops huge for Da Xtreme Dynasty, a group the GM himself founded.
James Baker: Battle Finale is also coming up and you know we need them tag team titles defended on the pay-per-view. It's a must to have every belt on the line at the biggest pay-per-view of the year.
The crowd cheers louder.
DM: Damn right!
James Baker: And boy do we have a big one. The tag team title match at Battle Finale III live from San Diego, California will be...
Just as James Baker was about to announce the title match. The crowd find themselves back on their feet with thunderous cheers as the Wolfpac Theme hits the arena P.A. system. A 'Pac' chat is started in the arena as none other than The Devil Himself Dante Daevain struts out from the backstage area in his trademarked off-white silk suit. Following Dante closely are The Phantom and the ever lovely Ashley. Dante and Phantom are both carrying microphones and big smiles on their faces while Jynx stands behind them with her arms crossed and her eyes rolling. Dante and Phantom instruct the crowd to lower their volume so that the antics may proceed. On cue, the crowd obliges as Dante and Phantom stroll up next to their boss. Dante seems to whisper something into James Baker's ear before putting the mic up to his own lips.
Dante: "My what an ovation. Did you hear it, boss??"
James Baker is about to speak, but before he can Dante Daevain chimes back in...
Dante: "Tingles, boss...and in all the right spots..if you know what I mean."
Dante nudges the boss with his elbow as Phantom chuckles. Again, James Baker tries to get a word in..but before he can respond, Dante interrupts him, again...
Dante: "That, I have to say, was one Hell of an announcement. I mean..Huge..Ginormous, even! Well...Almost. But we will not be getting into that right now. No. Now..Now The Devil Himself knows that the little inner monologue inside that head of yours is wondering: 'What the hell are these two doing out here..again...interrupting my show..again...while I am out here, none the less?...Again!'"
Phantom: You know, Mr. Baker, if The Phantom were in your position, he would be very angry at the audacity of two of your employees brazenly cutting you off and interrupting your exceptionally busy schedule and impeding the progress of this great and exceptionally profitable product that you so fearlessly lead. But we all know to who the show actually belongs to. And speaking of which the Phantom has an announcement of his own! The Phantom pleased to announce that Saturday Night Rapture placed Number One in the ratings on the newly formed and celebrated PacTV which has supplanted CBS as America’s Most Watched Network! Of course Saturday Night Rapture may be YOUR show Mr. Baker, but we all know who these fans pay their hard earned money to see. We all know the reason people stay at home on Saturday nights when they could be out at the movies or doing the Harlem Shake at some run down nightclub. Face it boss, this may be your show on paper, but Rapture belongs to The Pac!
Dante: "Eh. His show. Our show. The Lucy Show...Now we are just splitting hairs. The point is...The Pac is here in Daytona Beach, if for no other reasons, to make some money and entertain all of these amazing fans here tonight!...Except for that section over there..."
Dante points to a section on the second level seating area to the left of the announcers.
Dante: "...That is where David is...I think...so they should not be needing any entertainment."
Phantom: But for the rest of you, while the Pac may not be performing tonight, we can honestly say that we are not obligated to even be here tonight. But, the reason we are, is for each and every one of you. For The Pac is about more than just wrestling, we are here to do what we do best, put on a show!
Dante: Truer words could not have been spoken, my friend. I like to entertain…Do you like to entertain, Phantom?
Phantom: The Phantom loves to entertain! The Phantom lives to entertain!
Dante: Especially on Saturdays?
Phantom: Especially on Saturdays!
Dante and James Baker begin to look at Phantom in a weird way, while the Phantom, oblivious, continues to smile like a kid at Christmas. Turning to Dante, his smile quickly fades.
Dante: oooookay…..
The Phantom is clueless
Phantom: What?
Dante: Saturdays huh, Entertainment… on Saturdays….
Phantom: You are a sick, sick person. You know this, right?
Dante: I’m not the one with a second job.
Phantom: Had a second job. Emphasis on Had.
Dante: Let me guess…. Short handed? Downsized?
Phantom: No, someone needed a tag partner.
Dante: A whole tag partner.
Phantom: One of these days, Dante. To the moon!
The Phantom points up emphatically.
Dante: “Well, I think it high time we begin. Phantom, would you mind telling the fans here tonight about that beautiful car?"
The Phantom directs the audience to the big screen.
The Phantom: What you see ladies and gentlemen is a Two-Thousand Twelve BMW Three-Series. She may be used but she comes with all the trimmings. Power windows, power locks, XM Radio, Navigation, OnStar, the whole nine yards painted in Championship Gold!
Dante: "Folks, you have to understand..This car is a piece of work. Sheer beauty. You cannot find these things on lots...and we are giving it away! Right now!"
Phantom takes James Baker's own set of keys from his pocket and shows them to the boss before he throws them out into the crowd. One lucky fan, after fighting for them, manages to secure the set of keys. He looks to be a youngster of about nineteen years with scraggly hair.
Dante: "Congratulations! The title and necessary paperwork are already taken care of for you, good sir. Do drive responsibly!"
James Baker looks on in shock and utter disgust at Dante as he smiles. Before the boss can speak, Dante pipes up again.
Dante: "Just think of it this way, boss..I'm more than sure you qualify for some kind of tax break for that great bit of generosity...extra money in your pocket, too! I mean...Have you seen the gas prices here in Florida??"
Now starts a 'We hate gasoline' chant going throughout the arena. Dante gets amusement from this while Phantom speaks...
Phantom: It’s amazing what you get when you give The Most Entertaining Tag Team in all of Sports Entertainment so much free time. The Phantom, for instance, has gotten into the immensely profitable business of eBay! Not only has the Phantom found amazing steals and bargains, he has decided to place some items on eBay that are steals in themselves!
Dante: "Now before the mood dies down...Phantom, I believe you have a few things...prizes..to present?"
Phantom: Lets see what we got here…. We have a Nineteen-Fifty Six Harley Davidson! Custom made and runs like a dream! From what The Phantom understands the previous owner did a complete overhaul on it. The original engine has been rebuilt and good as new with chrome exhaust pipes and made for looks as well as travel! From the looks of things the auction has been concluded and for the grand total of twenty dollars this fine good as new classic Harley Davidson has been won by Nathan Rivers of Daytona Beach!
Dante: "My, my..That is exquisite!"
Phantom: The Phantom trusts that you possess the keys to said motorcycle as well to give to our lucky recipient?
Dante, with a worried look at the Phantom, begins to search his jacket pockets, digging in his front pockets, then with an aha look on his face, reaches into his back pocket to produce the key to the condo, nodding and smiling. The Phantom chuckles.
Phantom: Not the first thing Dante has been able to pull out of his ass.
Dante shrugs his shoulders.
Dante: It’s a gift.
Both men chuckle while James Baker stands off, obviously fuming. While Dante hands the key to the motorcycle to the lucky winner who is in attendance tonight and has made his way to the front row near ringside. The Phantom continues as Dante makes his way back to the area on the ramp where Phantom and Mr. Baker are standing.
Phantom: We also have a beach front condominium right here in Daytona Beach for sale as well. This condo comes fully furnished with quality burgundy leather furniture and upon inspection of the property conducted by The Phantom itself the pantry is fully stocked, expensive china in the cupboard, luggage, and a well stocked liquor cabinet, and what do you know, the auction is ending in five, four, three, two, one and.. done! For a grand total of twenty dollars this beach front condominium is sold to Thomas Powell of what do you know… Daytona Beach!
A shout of jubilation is heard somewhere from the top of the first level of the arena as a young man, no older than eighteen, comes running down the flight of stairs toward the ramp area. Dante once again fiddles around his pockets and produces the key to the condo out of his other back pocket. The Phantom, looking on in disbelief, face palms at the simple antics of The Devil Himself, then begins to chuckle as Dante “confronts” the youth and confirms his identity before handing him the keys to the condo. While James Baker, who has obviously had enough, simply, for lack of better words, snaps.
James Baker: What in the greenest of fucks are you two doing? Selling my possessions and not just selling them, but selling them for fucking nothing on your ebay account.
Dante: Actually…. Not entirely true.
Phantom: Well you see…
Dante: No one in The Pac actually…. Owns an ebay account…..
Phantom: What the Phantom failed to mention is….. uhhhhh
Baker, getting even more enraged, screams at The Phantom.
James Baker: WHAT…..THE HELL…. DID….. YOU…. DO!
The Phantom shrugs his shoulders, while Dante smirks.
Dante: We sold it on your account.
James Baker: WHAT THE FUCK?! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME?! MY FUCKING EBAY ACCOUNT! I SWEAR TO GOD I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO FUCKING FIRE YOU TWO!!!
Dante then reaches into his inner jacket pocket while James Baker is berating him and pulls out a yo yo. Dante then begins to do various tricks with the yoyo while the boss, having lost his ability to care, continues on his tirade. The Phantom, acting oblivious is playing with his iPhone, no doubt tweeting on the newly created Pac Twitter account.
James Baker: You two and that fucking midget are going to pay for this shit. Selling my shit on fucking ebay to people who no offense to them, can't keep these fucking gifts due to my shit being high priced. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!
At the conclusion of the tirade, Dante, in the middle of walking the dog is suddenly distracted by the lack of noise and his concentration is immediately broken and his trick is ruined. Dante, letting out a sigh, begins to calmly wind up the yoyo, and upon getting it wound up just right, hurls it in a bit of anger toward the crowd. Collecting himself, Dante turns to The Phantom, who is putting away his iPhone 5 in his jacket pocket and Dante puts his hand around him.
Dante: "Those were some fantastic gifts, Phantom...But I do believe it is time for the grand prize of the night."
Phantom: Grand prize?
Dante points up to the PremiumTron 5000 which displays a Craigslist job listing.
Dante: "We...are giving someone a job!"
(Dante then reads the job description..much to Baker's dismay...)
Baker, upon hearing the job description from Dante, becomes speechless. His jaw merely hangs open. The Phantom, noticing this, places his hand under Baker’s chin and closes his mouth for him. Baker’s jaw complies…. For a second. Dante looks over at The Phantom.
Dante: Phantom.
The Phantom, still trying to solve the enigma of Baker’s dropping jaw, looks over at Dante.
Dante: Would you kindly inform us of the fortunate individual who has earned himself a new job, courtesy of such a caring individual and benefactor whom shall remain nameless?
Baker begins to speak up but Dante cuts him off…. Again.
Dante: Phantom…. We’re waiting…
The Phantom pulls out his iPhone 5 but before he can look at his phone, James Baker speaks up abruptly.
James Baker: What in the name of heaven…
Baker looks at Dante.
James Baker: …or Hell…
Baker looks at Phantom.
James Baker:… gives you the right to place my job on Craigslist?!
The Phantom and Dante Daevain, obviously confused, begin to point to each other in a very confused manner before shaking their heads, shrugging their shoulders, and look at their boss.
Phantom: Is it possible that we rounded up the entirety of our boss’ possessions in this area and sell them for ridiculously low figures on eBay?
Dante: Maybe
Phantom: Do you think we could get in a lot of trouble for this?
Dante: Possibly… and did we blatantly circumvent the PCW chain of authority and sell James Baker’s job on Craigslist with or without the possible consent of the PCW Board of Directors?
Phantom: ….Yes…. Do you think we could not only lose our jobs but get in a great deal of legal trouble over this?
Dante: Actually… No.
Phantom looks at Dante surprised.
Phantom: Really?
Dante: Yes. Here’s why…
Dante pulls out a photocopied document which happens to be of The Pac’s PCW contract.
Dante: “In Section Four, Subsection B, Paragraph Two, of The Pac’s OFFICIAL PCW Contract, it clearly states and I quote: ‘That The Pac, being an affiliate of Premium Championship Wrestling, but not limited to its contractual performers, are released from any and all liability that should otherwise occur outside the scope of the preexisting conditions of The Pac’s obligations to Premium Championship Wrestling as strictly In Ring Performers.’ End quote.
Phantom: So…. What you’re saying is…. That according to our contract…. We don’t even have to be here?
Dante: Yes.
Phantom: You’re also saying that all of this… entertainment… that we do for all of these people….Is unnecessary?
Dante: Yes.
The crowd boos.
Phantom: So what you’re basically saying is… We’re doing all of this of our own accord?
Dante: Without a doubt.
Phantom: Astounding…we must really love our fans.
The crowd cheers
Dante: Yes
The crowd cheers louder
Phantom: So, we’re only contracted to show up, wrestle, and get our paycheck, otherwise we’re….
Dante puts his hand on The Phantom’s shoulder, cutting him off.
Dante: We are not getting in any trouble, Phantom.
Phantom: Excellent
Dante drops the photocopy of the Pac’s contract on the ramp in front of a flabbergasted James Baker as The Phantom walks toward the back. Dante stays and begins to address the crowd.
Dante: "Ladies and Gentlemen of Daytona Beach...we would like you all to thank our evening's sponsor, and coincidentally, our boss James Baker for all of these generous and very lovely gifts this evening!"
Dante places his hand on James Baker's shoulder as he continues to fume...
Dante: "Thank you, James Baker!"
With this, Dante drops the microphone and heads to the backstage area. James stands in the middle of the ring, still fuming and the camera is panning heavily on an angry General Manager. From there, we take our final commercial break of the evening.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 2, 2013 13:27:43 GMT -5
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is your MAIN EVENT for the 50TH EPISODE OF SATURDAY NIGHT RAPTURE!!!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first! From Knoxville, Tennessee... He stands at 6'1, weighing in at 180 pounds... He is accompanied by the THW Legend, Spirit Z! He is... JAY! THUNDER!
“Dark Horses” by Switchfoot hits the P.A system, as the crowd all stand up and cheer. Before long, the song is cut to static and the arena goes black from the normal darkened blue color. When the lights come on, they're a dark red. The song changes to “Not Listening” by Papa Roach, as Jay Thunder walks out from behind the curtain. The energetic bounce in his step and the emotion on his face both gone, as he walks alongside his best friend Spirit Z to the ring. He has the briefcase he spoke of before in his right hand.
DM: He has that briefcase he talked about!
SS: I wonder...
A fan tries to reach out and high five Jay, but they are quickly interrupted by Spirit Z getting in their face.
Spirit Z: Fuck off, schmuck! You're not worthy enough to even LOOK at Jay Thunder!
Jay smirks at this, as he continues walking, laying the briefcase down next to the bell-keeper. He slides in the ring, Spirit Z taking a seat at the commentator's table.
Spirit Z: What up, schmucks!? Guess who's back!
DM: Hey, didn't you just retire?
Spirit Z: Can it, chick. I'm here for one thing, and that's to see Jay beat Adrien.
SS: So we're on the same page?
Spirit Z: I would never be on the same page as you. That page consists of porno, whacking off, and your imaginary girlfriend.
DM: BUUURN!
Jay stands in the ring, waiting for Adrien.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
"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.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at 190 pounds. He is the PCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... "THE DROPKICK KING"... ADRIEN COCHRANE!!!
Adrien 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.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And here we go! This non-title match up is underway!
SS: Just imagine what a victory here would do for Jay Thunder! Adrien's the World Champ and has not lost a match in the last four months and Jay hasn't beaten him the times they have squared off!
DM: The two of them came here at the same time and have both risen up the ranks at a great pace! Jay having one of the greatest rookie years in the history of the business while Adrien has had the best run of his entire career so far!
SS: Well we'll see who wins here!
Spirit Z: Fat man! We already know it's going to be Jay who wins! No fucking question about it!
The two of them circle around the ring. Adrien tries to go for Jay, but the rookie phenom evades him and hits a drop toe hold to take him down. When Adrien gets to his knees, Jay hits a low dropkick to the face. Jay now delivers a kick to the ribs... and another one for good measure. Jay raises his arm in the air to a huge pop from the crowd. Adrien looks at Jay and nods his head before the two go for another lock up, but Jay gets behind him and takes him down with a snapmare takedown and locks him in a side headlock to keep him positioned on the mat.
DM: Jay going to the ground game here! Something he doesn't really do! Then again, he and Adrien are both versed at high-flying so Jay is trying to get Adrien confused here!
SS: I like it though! Anything to beat this goody two-shoes mother fucker! Is the champ really that good of a guy to begin with?
DM: What the fuck are you trying to say here?
SS: I just asked a question! Can I do that?
DM: Since you never provide facts with your so-called question... No!
SS: Dammit!
Spirit Z: Taint! Don't you have anything you're supposed to be doing right now!
SS: Why?
Spirit Z: Because your commentary is really dragging me down! That's why!
SS: ... No!
Spirit Z: Such shame!
Jay locks in the submission tighter. Adrien gets himself back to a vertical standing and goes for a back suplex... but Jay gets out of it and lands on his feet behind Adrien. Adrien turns around, only for Jay to dropkick him right to the face. Jay now goes to get Adrien up and hit him with a suplex, but Adrien blocks it and drops him with a jaw breaker. This stuns Jay for a brief moment and Adrien leaps up... and hits him with a Hurricanrana. Jay quickly gets back to his feet, but that doesn't help matters as Adrien grabs him... and hits him with the Swinging neckbreaker before going for the first cover of the night...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Thunder kicks out at two!
SS: Fuck! C'mon, Jay! I want to see you be more aggressive!
DM: You ain't sounding right, Taint! Not one bit!
Spirit Z: What do you expect from a mediocre ass schmuck who stuffs his fucking face with jelly filled donuts on a daily basis?
DM: Good point!
Adrien gets back to his feet and drags Jay up as well. Adrien whips Jay across the ropes. Jay comes back off the rebound... and Adrien hits him with a dropkick. Adrien claps his hands together to the delight of the PCW crowd. He gets Jay up and whips him into a neutral corner. Adrien runs in, hoping for a clothesline... but Jay moves out of the way and Adrien eats nothing but turnbuckle. Jay quickly recovers and dropkicks Adrien in the back. Adrien falls down and is at the ropes. Jay goes over to him and starts choking him with his foot. Ricky Tiffin asks Jay to release the hold, but Jay is ignoring him and not letting go. Tiffin now begins the mandated five count.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
Jay releases the hold before Tiffin counts to five. He shouts "I have until the fucking five count, you fucking asshole" at Tiffin before getting him up and having him against the ropes. He delivers a knife edge chop to the chest of the World Champ. He does it again... and again... and again before kicking him in the gut and going for it... Suplex! NO! Adrien gets out of it by appearing behind Jay. Jay turns around and Adrien grabs him and goes for one of his own... but Jay gets out of it, appears behind Adrien... and throws him overhead with a German Suplex and the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: And now it's Adrien who kicks out!
Spirit Z: Fucking incompetent referee! Where the fuck did you learn to count? Fucking counting for dummies?
SS: It's a good book, huh?
Spirit Z: Shut the fuck up, schmuck! Nobody was talking to you!
DM: Right now, Jay Thunder is in complete control of our World Champion!
Spirit Z: Damn right he is! While I think Adrien will be good for THW, I think Jay is a far better wrestler than he is on every level! But that's just my opinion!
SS: He is!
DM/Spirit Z: SHUT UP!
Jay gets back to his feet and has an arrogant smug look on his face as he goes out to the apron. He waits for Adrien to get back to his feet. Once Adrien is up, Jay springboards off the center of the ropes... and hits Adrien with a Springboard Clothesline. Adrien gets back to his feet, but it does no good as Jay leaps up... and takes him down with a hurricanrana of his own. Adrien gets up once more and Jay runs up... and DRILLS HIM WITH A RUNNING SUPERKICK TO THE JAW! Adrien looks out of it and Jay immediately hooks the leg once more for the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: ADRIEN kicks out again!
Spirit Z: WHAT THE FUCK, REF!? DO I HAVE TO PLAY REFEREE AS WELL!?
SS: It would be the best option!
Spirit Z: Again you fat schmuck! Shut the fuck up!
Jay pounds the mat in frustration as he thought that was a three count. He gets back up and brings Adrien up as well. He continues the strong attack as he begins to hit the PCW World Heavyweight Champion with uppercut after uppercut. Jay kicks Adrien in the gut and goes for a Fisherman suplex... but Adrien blocks it, and turns it into one of his own and the leg is hooked for the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: Now Jay has kicked out! My god! This match has been a back and forth one to say the least!
Spirit Z: Thank god this mother fucker learned how to count! Was gonna say if he didn't! There would be some problems!
SS: Like what?
Spirit Z: Desiree, how the hell do you deal with this asshole? I swear, he's worse than Jeffrey Dawkins on every level!
DM: I wish I even knew that answer, Z! I really do!
Adrien gets back up and gets Jay to a vertical base. Adrien whips Jay into a neutral corner and follows him in... lariat... NO! Jay ducks and Adrien again eats the turnbuckle. Jay gets on the apron and goes Springboard once more... except this time, it's a dropkick to Adrien to take him back down to the mat. Adrien is in a seated position as Jay bounces off the ropes... and hits him with a low dropkick to the skull. He now positions Adrien near the rope before climbing to the top. Jay flies off, going for a huge move...
DM: SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!! NO!!! Adrien got his knees up and Jay's ribs connected hard!
Spirit Z: Well shit! This sucks a god damn dick! The fuck! Get up Jay! GET UP!
SS: Yeah! Get up!
Both Jay and Adrien get to their feet. Jay goes for a right, but Adrien blocks and hits a right... and another right... and another right. Jay is stumbling and Adrien goes forward, hoping to hit a forearm to the face, but Jay ducks. Adrien turns around and Jay grabs him... and hits him with a Leg-hook reverse STO. Both of them are down on the mat and Ricky Tiffin looks to see if both are alright before beginning the count.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!
SIX!!!!
Both Adrien and Jay begin to move.
SEVEN!!!!
EIGHT!!!!
NINE!!!!
Both competitors get back to their feet. Adrien hits a right, but Jay fires back with one of his own. The two begin to brawl back and forth with one another. Jay goes for one more, but Adrien ducks, hits a right... and then a left... and another... and another before knocking Jay out with a clothesline. Jay gets back up and Adrien hits an arm drag to take the young rookie down. Jay gets up for a third time... and Adrien hits him with a Butterfly DDT to take down Jay.
DM: Adrien is slowly but surely getting back into this thing!
Spirit Z: The fuck he isn't! Jay Thunder's gonna get that win!
SS: Yeah, what Z said!
Spirit Z: I know you're scared pissless of me, but why you gotta repeat everything I say?
SS: I'm just agreeing with you, man!
Spirit Z: Well stop it! You're annoying me, fucking schmuck!
Adrien brings Jay back to his feet and whips him into the corner. He follows in... and hits Jay with a lariat. Jay stumbles out and Adrien climbs the top... ACE-INATOR! Adrien with the Ace-inator to Jay Thunder. The PCW World Heavyweight Champion now climbs onto the apron, takes off his t-shirt and throws it into the crowd before getting to the top. He plays up to the crowd a bit before deciding to dive off...
DM: FLIGHT 182!!! NO!!! Jay moves out of the way and Adrien hits back first to the canvas!
Spirit Z: YES! Go for the fucking kill, Jay! DO IT!
Adrien grabs his back in pain and Jay gets to his feet. He starts kicking at the back of Adrien Cochrane repeatedly before bringing him back to a vertical base. He kicks Adrien in the gut, hooks him up in a double underhook position and holding it there for five to ten seconds before driving Adrien straight into the ground...
DM: HOLY SHIT! TIGER DRIVER! Jay just LITERALLY spiked Adrien onto his skull!
SS: BRILLIANT! Now he can win!
Spirit Z: Damn right he can! Matter of fact, he will! You know what to do, Jay! FINISH HIM!
Jay smirks before getting Adrien up to his feet. He kicks him in the gut and places the PCW World Champion onto his shoulders as the crowd is going wild. Jay smirks and holds Adrien onto his shoulders before driving him down and... THUNDER DRIVER!
DM: Jay just spiked Adrien down with the Thunder Driver!
Spirit Z: Take it home, son! Take it fucking home!
DM: And Jay has the cover! This one is done and he will have beaten the PCW World Heavyweight Champion here tonight!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... Jay Thunder!
DM: I'll be damned! Jay Thunder said he'd do it, and he sure as sugar did! He has defeated the World Heavyweight Champion just fourteen days after losing the Broadcast Championship!
SS: He seemed to be a bit more aggressive in this match...I like that! He needs to keep this shit up!
Jay stands up from the pin, emotionless, as the crowd cheers. “Not Listening” by Papa Roach hits, barely audible over the cheers. He looks around, then climbs out of the ring, grabbing his briefcase and motioning for Spirit Z to head backstage. As they walk around the ring, leaving Adrien in the ring, the lights suddenly go out. Blind, Jay and Spirit Z both raise their hands, ready to throw a punch at anything that gets near them.
DM: What is going on?!
SS: Dammit, it's the Super Bowl all over again! We need to fire these fucking lighting operators!
DM: Maybe it's not him doing it, dumbass!
Interrupting them, “Duality” by Slipknot blares over the P.A system. The crowd all gasp when the lights come back on. Jay and Spirit Z look around, then back to the ring. Syn stands there, looking at the downed World Champion, tire iron in hand. An evil smile on his face, he waits for Adrien to stand up before...
DM: Oh my God! He just took the tire iron straight to the knee of the World Champion!
SS: Yes! Beat that little happy-go-lucky fucker's ass!
Adrien falls to the ground again, holding his knee in pain. Syn smiles a bit wider, before bringing it down, again to his knee. Again. Again!
DM: He's trying to shatter Adrien's kneecap!
SS: Good! He deserves this one!
DM: How!? He just went through a hard-fought match with Jay, and now he's being beaten down by a psycho with a tire iron!
SS: Sounds about right to me, ya' bitch! Maybe you should take over John Madden's position at commentary, you're better at calling the obvious than he is!
Desiree slaps Shannon, an angry look on her face, as Syn continues beating Adrien down mid-ring, multiple tire iron strikes to the same knee and his back. After a few more good hits, he smirks. He looks over at Jay, before climbing out of the ring and walking up the ramp.
DM: My God, he left him a mess... I think Adrien's knee is shattered!
SS: I hope so!
DM: You're a fucking asshole, Taint! You know that?
SS: I take that as a compliment!
Jay watches Syn walk up the ramp, carefully, before looking down at his briefcase. He smirks, and calls Ricky Tiffin over. He shows him the case, points into the ring, and nods. Spirit Z stands outside the ring, watching.
DM: What is Jay doing...?
SS: IS HE DOING WHAT I THINK HE'S DOING!?
DM: I think he might be!
SS: YES! YES! YEEEES! DO IT, JAY! DO IT!
DM: This is down-right ridiculous! The man just got brutalized and you're gonna cash in on him! Don't do this, Jay! You're better than this!
Jay slides in the ring, and looks down at Adrien. He looks over at Ricky, he calls for the bell. A smirk on his face, he picks him up by his hair.
-DING DING DING-
Jay Thunder: Sorry Adrien, I'm just taking advantage of an opportunity...
He knees Adrien in the stomach, forcing him to double-over in pain. Hooking the head...
SS: TDT! TDT!
DM: No, Jay! Stop this, please!
Jay stands up, looking down at the motionless Adrien. He shakes his head, before picking him up again, lifting him onto his shoulders, and... THUNDER DRIVER!
DM: No!
SS: YES! YES! THUNDER DRIVER! PIN HIM!
Jay floats over Adrien and hooks the leg, nodding as Ricky Tiffin counts it.
One...
TWO...
THREE!
-DING DING DING-
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner, and the NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW Premium Championship Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion... JAAAAAAY THUNDER!
Jay stands up, yet again looking down at Adrien. The ring assistant hands Tiffin the belt, who in turn hands it to Jay. He raises his hand, as Jay raises the championship.
DM: No! This is not right!
SS: YES! Jay took it from that goody-two-shoes!
DM: How can you say this is right!? It's down-right horrible!
SS: Anyone deserves that championship more than Adrien Cochrane! Haha, yes!
As Jay looks around at the crowd, cheering and screaming his name, he grimaces. To his dismay, most of the fans chanting for him have cups of beer, some even donning shirts that have a marijuana leaf on it. He shakes his head, looking down at the X's on the back of his wrist tape. He looks back at Spirit Z, who is outside the ring clapping in the direction of Jay. Jay looks up at the ramp and sees Adrien walking past Syn, a slight limp in his step from the hard-fought match they shared.
Jay Thunder: Good luck in THW, Adrien. It was a good run here in PCW with ya', dude. Hope to see ya' somewhere sometime. But, looking around at this crowd, I can see WHY you're leaving. I mean, look at this crap. I know Florida is the “Sunshine State,” and the oranges are supposed to be a beautiful orange... But why the hell are the PEOPLE orange too!? It's ridiculous! You all look like some kind of Jersey Shore Snooki wanna-be's! I mean, the only person in this arena that I can't see, is that pale fat-ass up there in the fourth row!
Jay points up at the person he's speaking of while talking, and shakes his head.
Jay Thunder: Hey pal, I have a question! How the fuck are you so damn pale!? Look at yourself! You look like you've never been outside! How did that sunshine feel on the way here? Great, huh? You may wanna try and get out in it more, dude, you look like a fucking ghost!
He looks away from the fan, smirking, as the man flips him off and yells obscenities at him. Jay turns to a woman in the front row.
Jay Thunder: And this chick! She must've had to buy two tickets for herself, look at her! She's fuckin' fat as a pig! She looks a bit like Honey-Boo-Boo's mother, to be honest! Good God, I think my eyes are being destroyed more and more as I look at her! She's fucking horrifying! Take the fuckin' mask off, fatty, Halloween's a long ways away!
She, too, yells obscenities and flips Jay off as he climbs out of the ring, walking over to another person in the front row, this time a man wearing a trucker's cap with a styrofoam cup in his hand.
Jay Thunder: Wow, look! I think I found that one dude from Smokey and the Bandit! Hey man, can I get an autograph?
Jay fakes a smile while going over to the announcer's table, grabbing a sharpie and a piece of paper from them.
Jay Thunder: Yo, dude, here ya' go! Wait, what? You're not that guy? Wow, man, you're fuckin' worthless... Could've at least played along for a few more seconds.
Jay frowns and tosses the things away, before looking back and seeing the styrofoam cup.
Jay Thunder: Oh no. Oh hell no! I swear to James Baker, you better have Pepsi in that cup! What? No? It's not Pepsi? It's beer!? BEER!?
Jay's face goes angry and he slaps the cup into the ground below the guy. As he looks down at the spilled beer on the concrete below him, Jay continues.
Jay Thunder: Look at yourself! You're the fucking definition itself of the word “redneck!” You've got your big ol' trucker cap here, your fuckin' white shirt with the sleeves cut off to show what little muscles you have, and you've got what, a pair of fuckin' blue jeans shorts?! Good God almighty, strike me down now if this man has ever been sober!...Well!? I'm waiting, dammit! Looks like you have never been sober, huh? Yeah, shake your head like you don't wanna look like an idiot on national television. Hey, see that camera over there? Wave to your redneck buddies back in Bumfuck County, Florida! Oh, wait, my mistake, they're all here already! Look at them all! It's a redneck convention! Well I don't see any women that look like you here, why don't you wave home to “momma?” Oh wait, she's dead? I know how ya' feel buddy... How'd she die?
The man says into the microphone; “alcohol poison.” Jay can't help but throw his head back, laughing, while he walks away.
Jay Thunder: See? That's what is wrong with this world! People poppin' pills like they're Tic-Tacs, others snorting cocaine and injecting heroine into their veins, and then there's people like that joker back there who drink themselves to death while over-compensating for their one-inch willy with their big ol' Ford “four by four” trucks and their trucker caps and shit like that. There's a reason I'm straight edge, folks, and there's a reason Spirit Z here is straight edge. It's because we're better than you sacks of shit, and we're stronger than you'll ever be! So if anyone wants to stand up to this claim, prove me wrong, come on up! I'll demolish your ass in this ring and leave you a bloody fucking mess!
Jay waits a few minutes, when finally a man in the third row stands up, walking down the aisle towards the wall.
Jay Thunder: Look at this! Someone actually has a pair of balls! That or the speed's getting to ya'. Either way, get in the fucking ring, pal! Bring it on!
As the man cracks his knuckles, security runs out and stops him before he can jump the wall. Jay starts laughing, again.
Jay Thunder: No, guys, let him past! Let him get his ass beat down so he realizes what it's like to be in this ring every night! No? Why the fuck not?! Oh, because the last guy I beat down wanted something in return for his nuts being frappe’d? I thought those stupid fucking Canadians had free health care! Bah, what the fuck ever. It's probably good for his health anyways... What little he's not ruined drinking and smoking and shit would probably be ruined after I got through with him.
He smirks, holding up the PCW World Heavyweight Championship once more, before strapping it around his waist.
Jay Thunder: Well folks, welcome to the Era of Thunder. Fuck the Winter of Smith Jones or whatever the fuck it's called, that's irrelevant. You may have taken the Broadcast Championship, Jones, but now you're on the bottom of the pile, and I'm all the way up here on the top. Don't like it? Kiss my ass, pal. This is how PCW is gonna be from now on, and Syn? Thanks for making me realize the old me sucked. Now you're gonna fuckin' pay for it. See ya' at Battle Finale III, ya' freak.
"Not Listening" by Papa Roach hits and Jay Thunder raises the PCW World title in the air to mostly boos from the crowd while Spirit Z stands beside him. Syn looks on with a sly smirk on his face, but he mainly eyes the PCW World Heavyweight Championship. From there, we...
Fade to Black.
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