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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 16, 2013 14:59:21 GMT -5
Warning: The following content is rated TV-MA and it is for mature audiences only. This program has the strong possibility of containing extreme graphic violence, strong profanity, nudity and/or strong sexual content and does not cater to the politically correct and those who are easily offended. Viewer Discretion is advised. [Two weeks ago, the wrestling world experienced a rather surprising tale as Jay Thunder captured the PCW World Heavyweight Championship by cashing in his PCW Initiative briefcase on an injured Adrien Cochrane and is now in the main event of our biggest pay-per-view Battle Finale III against Syn. Jay then turned on the PCW fan base, cutting a scathing promo insulting the fans of Daytona Beach, Florida as well as proclaiming a new era in Premium Championship Wrestling. The Era of Thunder.
Tonight, we are in our second Rapture towards the biggest event of the year. Both Syn and Jay look to up their momentum heading into San Diego while others try to get their name thrown onto the card. How will Reyna Carter fare against a PCW Hall of Famer? Who will be added as the third participant for the Broadcast Championship match at Battle Finale III? What levels will the budding rivalry between Jerry Matthews and Ryan "the Reaper" Robinson go to? Find out all of that and much more as tonight's show emulates from the Amway Center in Orlando, Florida.
We are PCW and we are proud to present to all of you...]"Slim Pickens Does The Right Thing and Rides The Bomb To Hell" by The Offspring blasts throughout the Amway Center in Orlando, Florida as the sold out crowd of 20,000 fans are all on their feet, electrified. Fireworks and pyro blast off from the entrance stage as light blue strobes flow throughout the arena. The fireworks and pyro die down as the focus switches to the commentator's table where Desiree Miles and Shannon Saint sit at ringside.DM: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another Saturday Night Rapture, live on the Premium Television Network! Tonight's episode takes place from the Amway Center in Orlando, Florida! I am the voice of PCW, Desiree Miles alongside Shannon Taint and tonight, we grow one step closer to Battle Finale III! SS: Fuck yes! I'm damn excited! We're drawing near to the biggest event of the year! Holy mother of god tonight is gonna be good as well! DM: Oh you said! Nine matches on the card and we are coming off just two weeks removed from one of the most shocking Rapture's in company history! SS: That's right and our main event tonight cannot possibly get any better as Syn and Liam Reilly will face off! Also, Jerry Matthews will face Rachel Robinson! The great Smith Jones will face Lekkter Tha Lunatik! Curtis Wilkes will prove he's Elite as he faces Mariah Lopez! Triple M gets slaughtered as he faces Brian Stryker and the reunited team of Jay Thunder and Kai! Danielle Lopez versus Reyna Carter! Hano Eiyu, Aurora Rose and Bruce Hoffman battle for the opportunity to face both Smith and Stryker at Battle Finale III! The Pac faces DNA and William Steele goes up against Konstantine Weylin! DM: All of those are great matches and this Rapture is going to be a great show! We cut to the ring where workers are setting the ring up for the Reaping Death Show. Once they finish they exit the ring, and the lights 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. He has his signature black steel gold club in his left hand, and a mic in his right hand. He looks around at the fans with a twisted smile on his face before speaking.Reaper: Hello everyone! and welcome to the Reaping Death Show! The crowd cheers.Reaper: First off I just want to say that it feels great to be here in Orlando, Florida! The crowd cheers louder.Reaper: On the last episode of Rapture the PCW Platinum champion Jerry Matthews offered to make an alliance with me, and find out who the masked attackers were, and I accepted, but when the masked men showed up, Jerry turned on me, and revealed that he was behind the attacks all along! The crowd boos.Reaper: Apparently the two masked men turned out to be two guys by the name of Harbinger and Pestilence, but enough of that. I plan on getting my revenge on Jerry Matthews and his lackeys soon enough. I want to move on to my guest tonight. He's someone I have been in the ring with more times than anyone on this roster. A man who won the Struggle for Power Battlefield match, and the man who will be facing Jay Thunder at Battle Finale III. Everyone please welcome my guest at this time. Syn! Duality hits, and the lights go off in the arena, signaling the arrival of Syn. They come back on moments later, and Syn is sitting down Indian style on The Announce Table, sporting a bit of a new look. He smirks darkly, before he jumps off and walks over to the steel steps, then enters the ring. He calmly steps in between the ropes, before he walks over to a corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle, looking down at Reaper speculatively, waiting for him to go on, and the weird blue light fills the arena again.Reaper: Syn. First off I just have to congratulate you on your win against me on the last episode of Rapture. It was the best match we have ever had against each other. It actually had a clean finish, and you came out victorious! DM: Indeed! Unlike Wrestling Queens Federation, we have results that make sense! SS: Yeah, but Reaper sucks though! DM: He does not, Taint! Syn gives a small smirk, before he opens up his trench coat and pulls out a microphone. He calmly raises it to his lips, and speaks.Syn: [Coyly] You say that as if there was any doubt to the outcome, Ryan. But I'll agree, this match was indeed the best of our seemingly endless series. Reaper smirks.Reaper: Indeed it was. How does your spine feel after I sent you through the barricade with a Black Hole Gore? SS: That was cheap! CHEAP! DM: Shut up, Taint! The crowd cheers, and Syn rolls his eyes at what Reaper just asked.Syn: Not much in the way of subtility, this one. My back is fine. It was able to hold me up long enough to set you on your head and win, after all.....but enough subtle jabs at one another for now, Ryan. Why am I here, exactly? The last time you and I were remotely civil to one another....I made you eat someone's appendix. SS: YEAH! And do it again hahahahaha! DM: Ugh! Reaper lets out a twisted laugh.Reaper: That's good to know, and yes. I remember you serving me the appendix of Nick Taylor. I didn't know they were appendex, and I was a bit disgusted when you told me they were, but they actually tasted quite good the way you cooked them. You're actually a very good cook, I would ask for your recipe, but I'm somewhat afraid to, and that's not the reason you're out here. Which brings me to the answer to your question. Syn! This is the Reaping Death Show! You're out here to answer my questions! What do you think you're out here? To play checkers!? The crowd cheers, and Syn stares at Reaper in boredom, before speaking again.Syn: In other words, you're past guests, up to and including your so-called "Team" were dreadfully dull with either pandering to the fans, or to themselves and each other. So you need something to stir up a bit of interest. Something that The Wonderful World of Premium, as well as the fans themselves can't help but pay attention to. Something.....that has the potential to be a powder keg of controversy, excitement, and won ton chaos at it's most volatile.... DM: Whether you like it or not, Syn is an unpredictable human being! His track record proves it! Syn hops off of the turnbuckle and slowly saunters over to Reaper, the two longtime rivals were now face to face as Syn sneers up at Reaper slightly.Syn: .....in other words, you need an Anarchist....Me. So, ask your question, Ryan. And pick wisely. We both know that when given one of these little microphones....You'll never be sure what undeniable truths, facts, and realizations of the masses may fly from my lips. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to what Syn just said, and Reaper shrugs.Reaper: Alright then! Here goes question number one. How did it feel when you won the Battlefield match at Struggle for Power III? Syn smirks slightly, and shakes his head in amusement.Syn: Ryan, you of all people should know by now that I don't "Feel". It's not something that I'm capable of doing. But I'll try to answer your little question to ease whatever sense of curiosity you may have. It was.....adequate. I'll not understate it, as it was perhaps the biggest win of my career thus far, considering WHO I had to beat to get it....but I'll treat it as I do every other match that I have ever been in. Nothing more, nothing less. The crowd gives a mixed reaction.Reaper: Alright. Next question. What are your thoughts on what happened at the end of the last episode of Rapture as well as going into Battle Finale III against Jay Thunder instead of Adrien Cochrane? Syn pauses, then gives a small smirk as he slowly begans pacing back and forth.Syn: Ah, finally you ask a very interesting question. My thoughts on it.....well, it just means that everything so far has gone in my favor. All of my plans were furthered by what transpired last week. While I do regret that it came at the expense of the former champion, and the entire company in the opinion of several, it was an opportunity that I could not exactly let escape my grasp. Though....it is a bit amusing to hear the rumblings going on in the Locker Room. Some believe this little War of Wills between Jordan and I is a smokescreen, an illusion set up to just give myself an easy Title Reign. If it were that simple a thing to do....then why wait another month, when I could have theoretically done it two weeks ago? A very serious look crosses Reaper's face, him and Syn have a stare down, and the weird blue light suddenly turns red.Reaper: Look Syn. To be honest. I couldn't care less what's going on between you and Jay Thunder, and lets face it. You will always hate me, and I will always hate you. You know that, and I know that, and what I'm about to say is going to shock ALOT of people, but Syn, I NEED you to win this match at Battle Finale III. Syn gives Reaper a somewhat surprised look.Reaper: You're probably wondering exactly ''why'' I need you to win this match. I'll answer that question. You see, Syn. It's very simple. We both came from one of the worst companies in wrestling history. That company is known as WKF. The Wrestling Kings Federation, or as alot of people like to call it. The Wrestling QUEENS Federation. The fans start a ''that place sucked'' chant, and Reaper looks around at the fans, and nods.SS: That place did fucking suck! DM: No kidding! Reaper and Syn are the best from that sucktacular shithole! Reaper: Alot of people say that company was pretty talentless, and they're right. It WAS pretty talentless. Very few wrestlers had talent in that company, and you and I are two of those few wrestlers. Syn. I need you to prove that not EVERYONE from WKF is talentless, and the only way I feel you can do that is by winning the PCW World Heavyweight Championship. Alto of people tell me it's already been proved that not everyone from WKF is talentless, but I don't feel it's been proved enough. I need you to win the PCW World Heavyweight Championship. Just look at it this way, Syn, and I really hate to admit this, but if you look weak. I look weaker! Syn stares at Reaper for a a few moments, and goes to say something, before "Not Listening" by Papa Roach plays and the crowd boos loudly as Jay Thunder walks onto the stage.DM: Jay Thunder is here! The new PCW World Champion is here! SS: Business has just picked up... and he was the person who beat your sorry ass on Leon Lonewolf appreciation night! DM: Shut the fuck up, Taint! And it was a draw, you fucking idiot! Get it correct! Syn slowly turnes and lookes over his shoulder and stares at him as he stand on the stage, The World Heavyweight Title over his shoulder as his eyes lock right onto Syn's. Reaper wisely gets out of the ring as Syn calmly drops his Mic and silently motions for Jay to come down to the ring. Jay smirks, before he begans to walk down the isle way. He walkes up the steel steps and quickly enteres the ring, and gets right in Syn's face as the two opponents stare down. As they were staring down, Syn shrugs off his Trench Coat and tosses it aside as the crowd all around them are in a frenzy.DM: Want to talk about powder kegs? This situation is just that! SS: These two are going to tear each other apart on April 27th and I'm going to love every minute of it! DM: And so are the fans! They continue to glare at one another as Jay raises the World Heavyweight Championship over his head, his eyes never leaving Syn's as we cut to commercial.**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 16, 2013 15:00:17 GMT -5
Cameras cut to The Pac locker room where Sir David the Retarded Barbed Wire Wrapped Midget with a Taco is shown dressed up as Peter Pan and Richard Steele is dressed as Captain Hook. Richard steps to his right to reveal a young woman dressed as Tinkerbell gagged and tied to a chair.
Richard: So Miss Bell, it seems as if I have captured you…
Tinkerbell cries and mumbles something through the gag.
Richard: You will have to speak up my dear, I am having trouble hearing you!
Tinkerbell hangs her head and continues to cry. Sir David runs around them with a dagger diving at his shadow in attempt to stab it.
David: PiZZaaaaaaa!!!
Richard: Damn it you retard! Stop running around you cannot kill your fucking shadow!
David stops and stares up at Richard. Richard places the cold metal hook against Tink’s bare shoulder dragging the tip around the back of her neck as he walks behind her, stopping behind her and reaches down her chest and squeezes her right breast through her costume.
Richard: You see Tink, I’ve always wanted to fly and given you are the one with the pixie dust, I want you to sprinkle some on me so I can fly away from this dump!
David continues to dive at his shadow with the dagger with gusto, Richard squeezes roughly, tearing and pulling on her dress.
Richard: David you are by far the worse Peter Pan on the face of the planet! You are suppose to be saving Tinkerbell!
David stands from his last attempt at killing his shadow and stares up at Richard for a few seconds before charging and attacking his right leg.
Richard: AH! Get off of me you retarded freak!
Richard lifts his right leg with David attached to it and starts to shake and kick to try and get him off as David stabs him with a plastic knife. After a few moments David finally drops off and runs off.
Richard: Son of a bitch! I swear I will get you back for that!
Richard raises his right wrist pulling back the sleeve of his jacket looking at his watch
Richard: Damn! I’m late!
Richard runs out the door as the camera men follow him into the hallway. Richard turns the corner heading towards James Baker’s office but stops patting his pants pockets.
Richard: Shit! Where are they?...Oh yeah!
Richard spins and jogs back to the locker room, opening the door to find Tinkerbell now suspended from the ceiling fan. Richard stops in his tracks scratching his head and looking at his watch then at the “flying” Tinkerbell before shrugging his shoulders and running to the table to grab his keys and back out of the locker room as the scene cuts back to the P.C.W. action.
Jimmy Wilkes: This is your opening contest for SATURDAY NIGHT RAPTURE and it is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
The lights in the arena dim as “Southtown” by POD starts to play over the PA system. The lights start flicker red and white as they move to the slow intro of the song, just before the intro ends the lights go out completely for a few moments and a large pyro explodes across the stage as “Southtown” resumes and Steele walks out on stage to a mixed crowd reaction.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Nashville, Tennessee, weighing in at 250 pounds... WILLIAM STEELE!!!
As he makes his way down the ramp he stops to look out into the crowd. Chuckling to himself as several fans jeer and flip him off, he starts to wave his right hand in a circular motion as if to taunt those fans to keep it up as if he is feeding on their negative energy. With a sly grin spreading across his face he resumes his walk to the ring and to the ring steps taking a few moments to look around again before climbing them. Jumping over the top rope into the ring he removes his sunglasses tossing them to ref.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
With a popping sound, all of the lights in the arena go out and the crowd is plunged into total darkness. The first few heavy beats of "Torniquet" by Marilyn Manson swells and some bright white pryo crackles thorugh the air. The figure on stage is just a shadow at first, a dark silouhette. There is a hushed silence in the arena when Konstantine steps into the light, a vacant smile on her lips. The fans are silent for a moment before the first tentative "boos" start in earnest and then spread, gaining instensity.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, from New Orleans, Louisiana... "THE MORNING STAR"... KONSTANTINE WEYLIN!!!
A long, black leather trench coat fans out behind her as she walks toward the ring, the same eerily vacant smile on her face. Stopping just before the stairs, she walks over and stares into the eyes of a child unlucky enough to have ringside seats. Reaching out, she gently strokes their hair as the worried parent yanks their child away from her. Staring for another moment, she breaks her gaze and climbs into the ring.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And here we go! Our opening contest for Saturday Night Rapture is underway!
SS: This is gonna be a good show! And Konstantine Weylin is FINE!
DM: How about I go tell that to her... and she can exhibit a form of violent rage upon your fat carcass!
SS: ... nevermind!
Steele and Konstantine circle around the ring and engage in a collar and elbow tie up. William transitions to a hammer lock and holds it for a brief second. He tries to go for the school boy roll up, but Konstantine kicks him in the left knee. William stumbles a bit and Konstantine kicks at the knee again... and again... and again. William Steele is to a knee and Konstantine springs off the ropes and runs towards Steele... and hits him with a knee to the face. William is down and Konstantine goes for the cover...
ONE!!!!
TW---NO!!!!
William Steele kicks out just before the two count! Konstantine gets Steele up to his feet. She tries for a suplex of sorts, but Steele blocks it and hits one of his own. Konstantine gets back to her feet, but is met with an arm drag by William Steele. Konstantine recovers to a sitting upright position as Steele comes back with a boot to her skull to take her down to the mat. Steele keeps Konstantine grounded with an fujiwara armbar as referee Stephanie Lawrence checks out Konstantine to see if she wants to submit. However, Konstantine is saying no as she tries to get out of the brutal hold. She rolls out of it and sends Steele into the ropes. Konstantine rises to her feet, and Steele does the same. Konstantine waits for Steele to pace away from the ropes. Steele turns forward and Konstantine runs forward... and hits Steele with a dropkick into the ropes.
SS: Ouch! Willie Steele is gonna be feeling that for the next few days!
DM: Ya think? And Konstantine
Konstantine is not done as she places Steele in a reverse hangman's position and chokes him with her foot. She lets off and backs away for a moment before she begins her sprint towards him... and she hits a low dropkick to the face of William Steele. Konstantine rolls out of the ring. She looks around the arena with a vacant smile on her face. The crowd gives off mostly boos but it's not at all affecting "The Morning Star" as she slides back into the ring. She drags William to the middle of the ring and hooks the leg for the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Steele kicks out at two!
SS: This wicked mother fucker can go, yo! Konstantine's doing work though!
Konstantine's face is of anger as she thought she had that one. She gets Steele back to his feet and kicks him in the gut before shooting him off into the corner. She runs in, hoping for a splash... but Steele moves out of the way and Konstantine eats nothing but turnbuckle. Konstantine stumbles out and Steele appears behind Konstantine... and hits her with a Russian Leg Sweep. He immediately gets Konstantine back to her feet and tries to suplex her out of the ring, but Konstantine lands on the apron. However it doesn't prove to do anything for "The Morning Star" as Steele quickly hits her with a kick to bring her out of the ring. Steele now steps out onto the apron and once Konstantine gets up, he dives off the apron...
DM: Double Axe Handle to Konstantine Weylin! William Steele has brought Konstantine down on the outside of the ring!
SS: She's in trouble, but I think she can pull out of it!
DM: We shall see!
Steele gets Konstantine up... and rams her back first into the barricade. He doesn't let up and now rams her into the ring apron before rolling her back in. Steele raises his arm in the air to a mixed reaction from the crowd before stepping onto the apron. He springboards off the ropes... and hits a splash onto Konstantine. He has the cover as referee Stephanie Lawrence counts the fall...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Only a two count!
Steele raises Konstantine to her feet and rocks her with an uppercut... and another one before whipping her across the ring. Konstantine comes back off the rebound and Steele bends over... and hits Konstantine with a back body drop and Konstantine crashes down to the mat. Konstantine gets back up and Steele hits her with a forearm smash to the face. He looks around as the fans give a mixed reaction. He heads to the top and waits for Konstantine to get to her feet. Konstantine does so and Steele dives off, hoping for a second Double Axe Handle smash... but upon Steele's arrival, Konstantine turned that into a reverse atomic drop and then a big boot to the face to take him down.
DM: Konstantine is back in control of this one!
SS: She's proving her worth in PCW so far! Very impressive!
Konstantine drags Steele back to the middle of the ring. She bounces herself off the ropes, rolls a few times... and then does a jumping somersault senton onto William Steele. Konstantine sits there for a moment before making the cover on Steele...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: William Steele kicks out again, but barely!
SS: I thought Konstantine had it there, but unfortunately, she didn't!
Konstantine gets Steele to his feet and hits him with kick after kick before hitting him with one in the gut that doubles him over. She grabs him in position and hits him with a DDT. A smirk comes across Konstantine's face as she starts stomping repeatedly on Steele. Any available body part, it's getting stomped on. Konstantine waits for Steele to get to his feet. Steele eventually gets up and Konstantine somehow lifts him up as she tries to go for Suicide is Painless... but Steele gets out of it and lands on his feet. Konstantine turns around, and Steele kicks her in the gut... and hits her with a DDT of his own.
DM: Steele with a huge DDT onto Konstantine Weylin!
SS: But both competitors are down on the mat!
DM: Well Stephanie Lawrence is about to begin the mandated ten count, Taint!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!
Both Steele and Konstantine begin to move...
SIX!!!!
SEVEN!!!!
EIGHT!!!!
Both competitors begin to use the ropes to help themselves up...
NINE!!!!
TE---NO!!!!
Just in time, both Konstantine Weylin and William Steele get to their feet. Konstantine goes for a right, but Steele ducks it... and hits her with a German Suplex. But Steele still has his hands clasped around the waist and brings her back... and hits her with a second German Suplex. And Steele again still has his hands clasped around the waist of Konstantine. He brings her back up... and hits a third German Suplex, therefore completing the hat trick. Steele hooks the leg for the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: NO! Just barely Konstantine kicks out!
SS: But almost isn't enough though! Steele needs to do more ya know!
Steele gets back to his feet and starts kicking at Konstantine repeatedly. He is relentless with his attack. Steele has Konstantine in a seated position and delivers a boot right to Konstantine's head. Steele's not done yet as he locks in a sitdown Dragon Sleeper hold. He has it locked in tightly and Konstantine can't move herself to the ropes. However, she is trying like hell to do so. She starts the move and it lessens the grip that Steele has on her. She manages to get her foot on the bottom rope, but Steele isn't letting go. Stephanie Lawrence begins the five count...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
Steele releases the hold before the count of five. Steele now drags Konstantine back to the middle of the ring and makes the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THRE---NO!!!!
DM: And another kickout! What an opener!
SS: You can say that again!
Steele looks up and has a look of frustration on his face. He waits for Konstantine to get to her feet. Konstantine gets up and Steele goes towards her, kicking her in the gut and hooking her for Bessemer Process... but Konstantine blocks it, and gets to a standing position with Steele still attached to her. She drops down... and hits him with a Kneeling back to belly piledriver. Konstantine is dizzy for a moment but hooks the leg for the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THRE---NO!!!!
DM: STEELE KICKS OUT! How the hell did he do that?
SS: I thought it was over! Not gonna lie, but that is damn near impressive to kick out of that!
Konstantine is feeling it as she waits for Steele to get back up. Steele does so... and Konstantine hits him with a double arm DDT. However, she isn't done yet as she gets back to a vertical standing and goes to the apron. She climbs the top rope and surveys to see if Steele is in position. When she determined Steele to be in the position she wants him to be in. That's when she begins to dive off and go for the Corkscrew shooting star senton she calls Disassociative... but Steele gets his knees up and Konstantine's mid-section lands on the ribs.
SS: DAMN! Right on the knees! Painful shit!
DM: Konstantine may have just had her hopes of winning go up in smoke here!
SS: She went high risk... and unfortunately for her, it backfired!
Konstantine is holding her ribs in pain as she is somewhat on her feet. Steele gets back to his feet and sees Konstantine in her predictament. He smirks and places "The Morning Star" in position for it... and DRILLS Konstantine with a Front Flip Piledriver he calls the Bessemer Process. Konstantine is out of it and Steele hooks the leg for the cover....
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... WILLIAM STEELE!!!
"Southtown" by POD hits and the crowd gives a mixed reaction as William Steele gets his hand raised in the air by the referee.
DM: William Steele with what I should say his second victory in PCW if you count the Art Vanderlay one from two weeks ago!
SS: Well you certainly cannot take anything away from Konstantine Weylin! For a few points in the match, she could have won this thing point blank! It was a close contest!
DM: She kind of reminds me of Syn in a lot of ways! Not sure if that's good or bad!
SS: I don't know! I really don't!
The scene cuts back to The Pac’s locker room, Tinkerbell has been cut down from the ceiling laying on the couch still tied up and gagged. Sir David the Retarded Barbed Wrapped Midget with a Taco is missing. Richard Steele comes back into the room holding several large stacks of tickets. He tosses them onto the floor as he spots Tinkerbell on the couch. A mischievous grin spreads across his face as he slowly walks over the couch and straddles her. Using the hook Richard starts to rip Tinkerbell’s dress. Just as he is about to pull off her dress Sir David comes flying over the counter tackling Richard off of Tinkerbell and starts to stab Richard with the plastic knife. After several seconds Sir David gets off of Richard and runs out of the locker room. From there, we go to commercial.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 16, 2013 15:02:00 GMT -5
The scene opens up backstage and the camera's are located inside of a room that's decorated in red and gold colors. Sitting on a gold throne is Reyna Carter, dressed in her ring gear, sits there with her legs crossed and looks into the camera rather arrogantly.
Reyna Carter: My, my, my. How things are so totally different. For me at least. I was big before I got here...and I'm even bigger now. None of these simple minded idiots thought that was possible, but for me...I knew it from day one and I am having one of the best rookie seasons of all time.
In the arena, the crowd boos heavily.
Reyna Carter: Don't believe me? Here's a fact for all of you peons. Four wins and zero losses. I'm undefeated. I have been in this profession for a month now and things are going well for me. It's expected really because I'm that bloody good.
Reyna twirls the magic wand and places it beside her.
Reyna Carter: In one month, I have done more than almost anybody has in this stage of the game. I debuted at Wrestle Extravaganza III in a dark match and dismantled Chris Marks to the point where he hasn't been on television since. Then two weeks ago, I soundly defeated Aurora Rose in a match where I predicted I would walk out victorious and to add insult to injury...I took her out again backstage and put her in a state of Inferiority.
Reyna says with a smile.
Reyna Carter: And then...there is the Premium Academy. I defeated Crystal Alvarez and Christian Warrens to move on to the finals of the PCW PA United States Championship Tournament where I face Hano Eiyu for the title. I'm in line to win my first title in professional wrestling and I haven't even been around that long. The most important thing of all. I have done this entirely on my own. I didn't need any help from you disgusting fans and I didn't need the help of any other wrestler. I did it all on my own merit. No BS attached to it. I'm already glamorously fabulous and doing it by myself...is just icing on the cake.
A look of determination mixed in with an arrogant grin comes on the face of England and Canada's Most Glamorous Export.
Reyna Carter: Tonight, I get to define my own career and add a PCW Hall of Famer to the list of people I have beaten. Beating a person from the Hall of Fame is a great accomplishment and it's one I know I can do with no problems at all. All the idiots and critics will say that I am growing a big head about it, but when you're confident in your own abilities...anything is bloody possible. And I'm going to decimate the leader of Team Lethality. Not because of some vendetta...but it's because I CAN!
Reyna says with a venomous tone in her voice.
Reyna Carter: It won't be me who falls. But it will be me who plays spoiler and knocks Danielle Lopez off of her perch and the same fate that happened to Chris Marks, Aurora Rose, Christian Warrens and her protege Crystal Alvarez, will happen to her as well. She WILL fall to Royalty.
Reyna blows a kiss to the camera before walking off arrogantly.
SS: I seriously love this girl! Like no lie!
DM: Tell us why, Taint!
SS: Just look at her! She's fucking hot and she knows she is a bad bitch! There's a ton of things to like about her!
DM: She's just another arrogant bitch who wants to be handed everything! Although I will say she's certainly not boring!
SS: You have a point!
We cut to the ring where Jimmy Wilkes is standing there, ready to announce the next match.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
The arena goes dark and there is a sound of cannon shots echoing through out the arena. A demonic voice soon comes over the PA.
"Since the Dawn of man there has always been blood shed, there has always been the eagerness to be great. A lot of people, innocent or guilty, have lostt there life to the cause but there is only one answer to all of that... War is the Answer."
"War is the Answer" by Five Finger Death Punch hits the PA. After the opening guitar riff, Remi LeBau and Logan come out the aisle, showered by the crowd's cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Representing the DAWN OF THE NEW AGE... REMI LEBAU AND LOGAN!!!
They walk with intent to the arena, and pay no mind to the crowd before getting inside of the ring. After they pose on the top rope, they point to the crowd and flex their muscles some more before hopping off and waiting for the match to start!
Jimmy Wilkes: And now their opponents!
The lights of the arena go completely out. The Wolfpac Theme hits the PA system with the wolf howling as colorful pyros go off.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 481 pounds! "The Devil Himself" Dante Daevain and The Phantom... THE PAC!!!
After the announcement, it is expected for The Pac to come out, but nobody comes out from the back and the music stops and the crowd boos. Jimmy Wilkes does the introduction again.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 481 pounds! "The Devil Himself" Dante Daevain and The Phantom... THE PAC!!!
"Wolfpac Theme" hits once more in hopes that The Pac come out for the match but like the first time, they don't come out.
DM: What in the fuck is going on here?
SS: I have no clue!
The camera starts to pan around the Amway Arena in an attempt to locate the obviously absent Pac. The crowd, being impatient, starts to boo as The Pac remains unseen. Suddenly The Pac’s music is interrupted by the voice of “The Devil Himself” Dante Daevain.
Dante: Ladies and gentlemen of the P.C.W. universe…
Dante stops in mid thought and begins to wave his right hand a bit widly motioning for the camera…
Dante: Over here!
The cameras start searching the crowd again.
Dante: No to your left!
The cameras pan to the left around the arena.
Dante: No, no your other left!
The cameras start to pan in the opposite direction.
Dante: STOP!
The cameras stop on cue, finally locating Dante standing out in the audience back behind the announce table in the aisle. Dante looks a bit relieved.
Dante: Great. Now that, THAT mystery is over, it’s time to start the scavenger hunt…
DM: Scavenger hunt? What other types of crap could this team do now?
SS: Who knows!
Dante: Wait, I’m getting ahead of myself…Ref start the countdown!
As the ref continues to count, The Phantom comes out from the adjacent ringside entrance to Dante, and slowly makes his way over to him as Jynx walks up from behind Dante. Newest member William Steele enters the ring side area from the middle entrance being escorted by his girlfriend Tiffany. Richard Steele suddenly stands from within the middle of the fans sitting behind the announcers table and waves to everyone as the crowd boos
Richard: What…No love for me? Well fuck you!
Dante: Language!
Richard pushes his way out from the fans and joins The Pac.
Will: Dante, would you mind telling me what we are doing out here?
Dante: A scavenger hunt!
Will: Would you mind elaborating on that idea?
Dante: Certainly…
Will: Would you mind elaborating on that idea right now?
Dante: Oh, well if you insist…I have terrible news…
Phantom: Pray tell Dante, does this terrible news happen to involve a three and half foot miscreant?
Dante: Yep!
Will: Wait, let me guess this scavenger hunt is to find this three and half foot midget?
Richard: But he isn’t missing, I took him on a field trip to Disney earlier but I brought him back and left him in the room with a plate full of taco burgers.
Dante: He is missing.
Richard: Not my fault I blame the girls.
Jynx and Tiffany both scowl and stare a hole into Richard
Tiffany: Richie, I hope you remember that you will are riding in the same car as us two girls later tonight, so I highly suggest you choose your next words carefully.
Jynx makes a rather threatening gesture to Richard as she brandishes a pair of custom silver knuckles with skulls. Will rears back and slaps Richard in the back of the head
Richard: Thank you boss!
Will: Now please continue Dante.
Dante: Gladly, as we’ve deduced, David is missing. He needs finding.
Will: Then why are we just standing in the crowd?
Dante: Because they are going to find him.
The crowd starts to cheer
Will: Wouldn’t it be a bit overkill to have everyone in the arena look for him?
Dante: I was just about to get to that…You see these lucky people in section F Three, are the only ones who get to look for David. They have been randomly and specially selected to do the impossible
Richard: So, what you are saying is that this is sort of like a mission…impossible?
Dante: Cleaver
Richard starts to hum silently to himself the “Mission Impossible” theme song.
Dante: But back to business. We need to find David and you people are going to do it, for a reward.
Dante pulls out a business card from his inner jacket pocket and shows it to the camera to reveal a phone number printed on the card.
Dante: Each one of you in section F Three, will be given one of these cards upon your dispersal to find David. When you find him text the number on the card…and wait.
Phantom: Wait? Dante, you know as well as The Phantom does that David won’t just “wait” to be found…Whoever finds him will more than likely be playing gumshoe all night…
Dante: And that is why the winner gets a prize!
Will: And what exactly is this prize you speak of?
Dante starts to tap the microphone against the breast of his jacket clearly thinking of a prize to offer. Richard’s eyes light up and stops humming and starts digging in the pockets of his jeans.
Richard: I’ve got two suite tickets! Those can be the prize!
Dante stops tapping the microphone
Dante: So be it.
Will: Where in the hell did you get two suite tickets?
Richard: I…found them! Yeah let’s just say I found them!
Dante: We all know you stole them from James Baker, well I do…
Richard: Shut up! You sir have no proof and I will ask that not say such slander about me.
Dante: Next show…Now can we please get on with the search for David. Last we heard David is not inside this arena. He is however on the grounds.
Dante turns to face both Jynx and Tiffany.
Dante: Ladies if you would please
Jynx and Tiffany make their way to either side of section F Three and start to help people from their rows.
Dante: Ladies and gentlemen, please follow the direction of our lovely assistants towards the nearest exit where your search for David will begin.
Little by little the fans in section F Three start to stand from their seats and begin walking towards the exits being handed a business card by The Phantom and Will.
Dante: Ladies and gentlemen, if you have your card in hand please follow Richard and myself as we lead you onto the grounds.
The last few crowd members are handed their cards as the audience members of section F Three follow Dante and Richard out of the ringside area leaving the entirety of section F Three completely empty.
DM: Give me a damn break! So they're so desperately turning fans away from the arena?
SS: This is completely bizarre! DNA got the countout victory because of this strange occurrence!
DM: Folks, we're going to commercial and if there are any fans left to tune in... don't change the dial! We'll be back after this!
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 16, 2013 15:03:01 GMT -5
We come back from break and in the interview area, stands "The Lethal Latina" Danielle Lopez, who is cheered when the camera pans to her. She stands there with a focused look on her face. She begins to speak.
Danielle Lopez: Well first, I want to say that it feels good to be in Orlando. A place similar to where I live. What's not to like? It has great venturing spots and the people here are nice too.
The crowd cheers.
Danielle Lopez: Tonight, I get to do battle against somebody who may have talent but is really a sad human being underneath all the arrogance. I heard Reyna Carter try and retort to what I said about her and all that. Reyna, how can we believe you? The writing is all on the wall. You're rich, spoiled and everything else in between. Not to mention you're a complete a rip off of my best friend, Talia Skye. I wouldn't be surprised if you were like George Clooney's girlfriend and use this business as a platform to get into acting.
Danielle smirks before continuing.
Danielle Lopez: Surprisingly there are truths to what you have said. Yes, I was a model before entering the profession but everybody who has watched me grow as a wrestler, fucking knew that. I don't hide that fact of my life. I don't hide jack shit. I'm proud to say I was one and I made a lot of good friends in the process. However, when I enrolled into what is now known as Da Xtreme Wrestling Academy. I became super dedicated and I fell in love with our profession. I grew more passion when I was training and it carried over to when I began in September of 2009... and it still burns to this very day. What is your main goal in this company, Reyna? Huh? I'm dying to know just what it is.
Danielle pauses and looks around before speaking again.
Danielle Lopez: I'll tell you mine. My goal is to become the PCW World Heavyweight Champion. A title that has eluded me throughout my career so far. I'm going to be 25 years old on April 14th and not to act all conceited and shit, but I feel I am the best to have never held that title and that's something I'm sure a lot of our fan base will agree with.
The crowd cheers loudly.
Danielle Lopez: These fans that you call ignorant toothless hicks, are the motherfucking reason why we're here you arrogant piece of shit. They pay their hard earned money to watch us put it all on the line and they enjoy every fucking minute of it. I pander to the people, I'll admit that, but they've been behind me since day one and words cannot describe the gratitude I share for them. Without them, none of this is possible.
The crowd cheers again.
Danielle Lopez: You see Reyna. You're not facing a person who is a goody two shoes and is all smiley and bubbly. Hell to the fucking no. That was the old me, the me who took the ridiculous bullshit and kept smiling like an idiot. Tonight, you're facing somebody who has had to overcome bullshit after bullshit. Because you see for seven long months, I have endured so much bullshit to where any normal person would have quit, but it only made me stronger and look at me now. I'm still here in this glorious company and will remain so. This is the only place I will wrestle for. I'm lethal in the ring and on this microphone. I have caused "outrage" on more than one occasion and I'll continue to say what's on my mind regardless of what actions will be taken against me. I'm a woman who really could care less these days. More important than that, I'll continue to be proud of representing the people, give them something to cheer for and bust my ass for them. I would rather be a fan favorite than a stuck up conceited bitch any day of the week.
Danielle takes a drink of water before continuing.
Danielle Lopez: And before I go. I want to say this and this is something I have been saying on Twitter for a while now. Whoever walks out of Battle Finale III with the PCW World Heavyweight Championship, whether it'd be Jay Thunder or Syn. Know this, I don't give a damn who the champion is, but I call dibs on facing the winner of that match with the title on the line. It's about fucking time "The Lethal Latina" gets her opportunity at the title that has been long overdue. And you can believe that.
Danielle walks away and the camera pans back to ringside.
DM: Even more strong words from The Lethal Latina!
SS: See? She's losing her fucking marbles! I called this two weeks ago!
DM: I don't think she's lost sight of who she is as a person, but Danielle did just state that she's left the smiley and bubbly persona behind and this is her aggressive nature! She's brutally honest yet is still the fan favorite we all have come to love her as!
SS: And although I still can't stand her! You really cannot blame her for this attitude change knowing what she has endured for the longest time!
DM: Well her match is coming up later, but right now, let's send it to Jimmy Wilkes to announce the competitors for our next match up!
Cut to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is a Triple Threat scheduled for one fall and the winner will face Smith Jones and Brian Stryker for the PCW Broadcast Championship at Battle Finale III!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
"Theta Titanium" blasts through the arena. Hano Eiyu comes out with a bokken and performs a sword kata.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Shinano, Japan, weighing in at 176 pounds... "BLADE HERO"... HANO EIYU!!!
Then, he runs to the ring and springboards inside. Then, he performs another sword kata. Afterwards, he puts the bokken down gently.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
"Womanizer" by Britney Spears hits the PA system and the crowd cheers as Aurora walks out rocking out as she makes her way to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, from Erie, Pennsylvania... AURORA ROSE!!!
She slaps a few hands along the way before sliding under the ropes and giving the rock signal to the camera.
Jimmy Wilkes: And their opponent!
As "Cities In Dust" by Siouxsie and The Banshees begins to blare through the speakers as the majority of the crowd boos and the lights dim considerably. After several moments, a spotlight reveals “The Wrestling Messiah” Bruce Hoffman as he steps out from the entranceway, arms casually behind his back, and looks around with a confidant smirk on his face.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Augusta, Maine, weighing in at 235 pounds... "THE WRESTLING MESSIAH"... BRUCE HOFFMAN!!!
He raises his arm to incite a reaction from the fans in attendance and slowly walks down the ramp. Hoffman is seen cracking his knuckles and loosening his wrists as he then proceeds to walk up the steel stairs. Upon entering the ring through the ropes, the “Wrestling Messiah” calmly paces back and forth across the ring as he awaits for the match to begin, but all of a sudden, the lights in the arena go out.
SS: WHERE THE FUCK IS THE LIGHTS?!
JUST BECAUSE SEASONS DON'T FEAR THE REAPER!!! DON'T MEAN YOU SHOULDN'T!!!
America by Deuce hits the sound system, a weird blue light fills the arena, and out comes Ryan ''the Reaper'' Robinson, and the crowd errupts with cheers, Reaper has his signiture golf club in his right hand, and a bottle of Reaping hot sauce in his left hand. he stands on the stage for a few seconds, and looks around at the fans with a twisted smile on his face. He raises both arms in the air for a few seconds, then puts his arms down, and begins making their way to the ring, taking some time to slap hands with the fans. and gives one of the fans the bottle of Reaping hot sauce. once he gets to the ring, he nods to Aurora, walks over to Desiree Miles and Shannon Saint, sets his golf club down, high fives Desiree, puts on a headset, and sits down at the anounce table.
DM: Welcome the commentating table, Reaper!
Reaper: Thank you!
SS: Fuck you, retard!
Reaper: No thanks! I'm not into men unlike you!
SS: GRRRRR!!!
DM: Don't mind him! He's an idiot!
*DING! DING! DING!*
The match begins, and Hano, Hoffman, and Aurora all circle around eachother. Hano and Aurora nod to eachother, and Hano connects with a spinning wheel kick on Hoffman. Aurora waits for Hoffman to get to his feet. Hoffman eventually gets to his feet, and Aurora jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Hoffman gets back to his feet, and Hano connects with a dropkick. Hoffman gets back to his feet again, and Aurora jumps up, and connects with another hurricanrana. Hoffman gets to his feet, and Hano connects with another dropkick. Hoffman gets back to his feet, and Aurora jumps up, and connects with a third hurricanrana. Hoffman gets back to his feet again, and Hano connects with a third dropkick. Hoffman gets to his feet, and Hano runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody. Aurora delivers a stomp to the midsection causing Hoffman to sit up holding his stomach in pain, she then runs into the ropes, runs back at Hoffman, and connects with a running dropkick to the face before waiting for Hoffman to get back to his feet. Hoffman eventually gets back to his feet, and Aurora connects with a kick to the head. Hano goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, leaps off, and connects with the Nekono Choyaku Fourteenth Style Sword before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *Aurora breaks the pin*
DM: Aurora breaks the pin attempt!
Reaper: That's exactly what she needs to do, Desiree! It's every competitor for themselves in this match, and Aurora needs to get the win for Team Lethality!
DM: Indeed.
SS: *mutters* Like it's actually going to happen.
Reaper: Shut up, Taint!
SS: ...................
Aurora jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana on Hano. Hano gets to his feet, and Aurora connects with a enzuigiri before waiting for Hano to get back to his feet. Hano gets to his hands and knees, and Aurora runs into the ropes, runs back at Hano, and connects with a running dropkick to the side of the head, she then waits for Hano to get to his feet. Hano eventually gets to his feet, and Aurora connects with a spinning wheel kick before going out to the apron, and climbing to the top turnbuckle, she then waits for Hano to get back to his feet. Hano eventually gets back to his feet, and Aurora leaps off, and connects with a diving crossbody before waiting for Hano to get back to his feet again. Hano eventually gets back to his feet, and Aurora connects with a dropkick. Hano gets to his feet, and Aurora connects with a spinning wheel kick, she 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!
DM: A beautiful diving elbow drop from Aurora Rose!
Reaper: Aurora is actually one of my favourite wrestlers on the PCW roster! She may not have the greatest record in the world as far as wins and loses go, but on every episode of Rapture, she comes out to the ring, and tries her best! and I have alot of respect for her because of that.
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *Hoffman breaks the pin*
DM: Hoffman broke that up before the three count!
SS: C'mon Hoffman! I bet two hundred dollars for you to win!
DM: We're splitting that losing money Reaps if it's cool with you!
Reaper: I'm good with it!
Hoffman lifts Aurora to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a german suplex before locking in a half boston crab. Aurora refuses to give up, so Hoffman puts more pressure on the hold, but Aurora still refuses to give up, and Hoffman eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then lifts Aurora back to her feet, and connects with a suplex before lifting Aurora back to her feet again, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a butterfly suplex, he then lifts Aurora to her feet, and connects with a backbreaker before locking in a surfboard stretch. Aurora refuses to give up, so Hoffman puts more pressure on the hold, but Aurora still refuses to give up, and Hoffman eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then lifts Aurora back to her feet, and connects with a scoop slam before connecting with a elbow drop to the chest, he then lifts Aurora back to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a Russian leg sweep before lifting her back to her feet again, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a gutwrench suplex, he then lifts Aurora to her feet, and connects with a backbreaker before locking in the Sharpshooter!
SS: YES!!! Hoffman has the sharpshooter locked in! and he does it alot better than you do your little Lock Of Death, Retard.
Reaper: Would you like me to put you in the Lock Of Death, Taint?
SS: ................No.
Reaper: Then I suggest you shut up, or else it may happen anyways.
SS: .....................
Aurora refuses to give up, so Hoffman puts more pressure on the hold, but Aurora still refuses to give up, so Hoffman puts even more pressure on the hold, but Aurora STILL refuses to give up, and Hano comes out of nowhere, and breaks the hold with a kick to the head.
DM: Just when Aurora nearly tapped, Hano Eiyu broke up the hold and the match is still going on!
Hano waits for Hoffman to get to his feet. Hoffman eventually gets to his feet, and Hano connects with another kick to the head. Aurora waits for Hoffman to get back to his feet. Hoffman eventually gets back to his feet, and Aurora connects with a spining wheel kick. Hano goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for Hoffman to get back to his feet again. Hoffman eventually gets back to his feet, and Hano leaps off, and connects with a missile dropkick. Aurora goes out to the apron, and waits for Hoffman to get back to his feet again. Hoffman eventually gets back to his feet, and Aurora springboards off the top rope, and connects with a springboard crossbody. Hano waits for Hoffman to get to his feet. Hoffman eventually gets to his feet, and Hano connects with a spinning wheel kick. Aurora waits for Hoffman to get back to his feet. Hoffman eventually gets back to his feet, and Aurora connects with a kick to the head. Hano lifts Hoffman back to his feet, and irish whips him into one of the turnbuckles before giving Aurora a nod. Aurora then nods back, runs into Hoffman, and connects with the Monkey flip before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *Hano breaks the pin*
DM: Now Hano breaks the pin attempt!
SS: Stupid Mariano Fernandez wannabe!
Reaper: Taint! Your comments are ridiculous!
DM: Ya think? I have to deal with this shit every two weeks!
Reaper: Good point!
Aurora gets to her feet, and Hano connects with a dropkick. Aurora gets back to her feet, and Hano connects with another dropkick. Aurora gets back to her feet again, and Hano connects with a third dropkick. Aurora gets to her feet, and Hano connects with a enzuigiri, he then waits for Aurora to get back to her feet. Aurora gets to her hands and knees, and Hano runs into the ropes, runs back at Aurora, and connects with a running dropkick to the side of the head before going out to the apron, and climbing to the top turnbuckle, he then waits for Aurora to get back to her feet. Aurora eventually gets back to her feet, and Hano leaps off, and connects with a diving crossbody before waiting for Aurora to get back to her feet again, Aurora eventually gets back to her 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 Piasuha Eighteenth Style Sword before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *Hoffman breaks the pin*
DM: Hoffman once more breaks the pin!
SS: YES! Do it again!
DM/Reaper: SHUT UP, TAINT!!!
Hoffman lifts Hano to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex, he then lifts Hano back to his feet, and connects with a suplex before turning Hano over, and locking in a camel clutch. Hano refuses to give up, so Hoffman puts more pressure on the hold, but Hano still refuses to give up, and Hoffman eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then lifts Hano to his feet, and connects with a backbreaker before lifting Hano back to his feet, and connecting with a scoop slam, he then lifts Hano back to his feet again, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a butterfly suplex before lifting Hano to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a half nelson suplex, he then lifts Hano back to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before lifting Hano back to his feet again, getting behind him, and connecting with a german suplex, he then lifts Hano to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver 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, gets behind him, and connects with a Bridging/Release German Suplex before going for the pin!
SS: Now that's a great move there by Bruce Hoffman!
Reaper: I'm not a fan of Hoffman, but I have to admit I like his in ring style. He's a good technical submission wrestler much like me.
DM: Wait. I thought you claim to be a hardcore/submission specialist?
Reaper: Desiree. I do it all, my friend.
DM: Makes sense to me.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *Aurora breaks the pin*
Reaper: And Aurora Rose of Team Lethality breaks the pin attempt for a second time in this match!
SS: Hn.
Reaper: Is your name Syn, Kai, or Tom Pendergrass, Taint?
SS: .............No.
Reaper: Then don't Hn me!
SS: ..............................
Hoffman gets to his feet, and Aurora jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Hoffman gets back to his feet, and Aurora jumps up, and connects with another hurricanrana. Hoffman gets back to his feet again, and Aurora jumps up, and connects with a third hurricanrana. Hoffman gets to his feet, and Aurora irish whips him into the ropes. Hoffman runs back at Aurora, Hano gets to his feet, and him and Aurora catch Hoffman with a double dropkick. Hano waits for Hoffman to get back to his feet. Hoffman eventually gets back to his feet, and Hano connects with a kick to the head. Aurora waits for Hoffman to get back to his feet again. Hoffman eventually gets back to his feet, and Aurora runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody. Hano waits for Hoffman to get to his feet. Hoffman eventually gets to his feet, and Hano connects with a enzuigiri. Aurora waits for Hoffman to get back to his feet. Hoffman eventually gets back to his feet, and Aurora connects with a spinning wheel kick, Hano then turns her around, and 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 Fenikkusu Nensho Third Style Sword on Hoffman before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match and will face Smith Jones and Brian Stryker for the PCW Broadcast Championship at Battle Finale III... HANO EIYU!!!
As Hano makes his way to the back. Reaper takes the headset off, grabs his golf club, slides in the ring, helps Aurora to her feet, and raises her hand out of respect to huge cheers from the crowd. Suddenly the cheers turn into boos as Jerry Matthews, Deacon Jeremiah, Harbinger, and Pestilence come out of the crowd, slide in the ring, and attack Reaper and Aurora from behind. They stomp on them for a moment before Jeremiah lifts Aurora to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a powerbomb! meanwhile, Jerry lifts Reaper to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with the Savior's Wrath!
DM: Good god! Savior's Wrath to Reaper! And for what?
SS: He's destroying that fucking shit! And I for one am happy about it!
The crowd boos even louder as Jerry kneels down, and begins delivering punches to Reaper's head, all of a sudden the boos turn into cheers as Mariah Lopez, Rachel Robinson, Bella Brooks- Robinson, Tom Pendergrass, and TJ Parks come running down to the ring. Tom has old faithful in hand while Mariah, Rachel, Bella, and TJ all have singapore canes. They slide in the ring, and Jerry, Jeremiah, Harbinger, and Pestilence quickly exit the ring, and escape through the crowd.
DM: Matthews and his crew have bailed as Team Lethality came for the save!
SS: They don't want to deal with these fucking heathens and I don't blame them! I dont either!
DM: They're not doing shit to you, you fat fuck! Let's take a commercial break! We'll be back after this!
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 16, 2013 15:04:07 GMT -5
We come back from the break and "Du Hast" by Rammstein hits and the crowd boos very loudly as Morgan Simmons walks out in a pair of jeans, heeled boots and a Toxic t-shirt. She is alone here as none of her Toxic members are with her.
DM: It was rumored that Morgan would be here and she certainly is at this moment!
SS: She's looking as hot as ever! I'd hit it!
DM: I think she's grotesque and looks like a man, but I digress!
She begins her ascent down the ramp and jawjacks with the fans before grabbing a microphone. She steps on the steps and steps in-between the ropes. She gets in the ring and stands there as the boos are getting louder. Her music dies down and she puts the microphone to her lips and begins to speak.
Morgan Simmons: The first thing I want you idiots here to do is to shut the fuck up and give me some god damn respect right now.
The crowd boos very loudly at Morgan.
Morgan Simmons: It's been a while since I've been on this trainwreck of a show and thank god too. Other than my hometown of Boston, I wouldn't want to be standing in front of all you fucking morons anyways.
The boos only intensify. Morgan stands there angry but she speaks once more.
Morgan Simmons: But babbling with you morons is not why I'm here. I'm actually here for something of importance. To issue a challenge for Battle Finale III if you will. A certain somebody who I have faced in the past and I want one more match with this individual.
DM: I wonder who it could be?
SS: Let her speak!
DM: Shut up, Taint!
Morgan Simmons: The person I'm challenging for one more match is somebody who I have had classic bouts with back in PWW. Her and I shared brutal wars with each other and despite our heated past, we left everything out in that ring. Blood, sweat and tears were spilled. I'm talking about the one, the only... Talia Skye.
The crowd cheers for Talia.
Morgan Simmons: Somewhere within the hatred her and I shared against one another, there is mutual respect. Reason why I'm challenging her for one more match... is out of respect. No games, no bullshit. A fair encounter. I don't bring Toxic and the Disciples out there and she don't bring Team Lethality, the Black Rose Mafia or anybody else out there to cause a ruckus. I vow to keep it fair...
Morgan pauses and the crowd chants "bullshit" at her. She rolls her eyes before continuing.
Morgan Simmons: I vow to keep it fair and balanced on my end. I don't want to have this encounter be filled with bullshit and certainly don't want it to have any foreign objects despite my undying love for weaponry. I want this to be a wrestling match and we can only deliver it on the biggest stage PCW can provide for us. It's up to you Talia on whether to accept it or not. I'm hoping for an answer in two weeks time. I'll be looking forward to it.
"Du Hast" hits again and Morgan drops the microphone before stepping out of the ring and walking up the ramp.
SS: So, is it on or is it not?
DM: I guess we'll find out soon enough, but that's going to be a great fucking match if their contests in PWW are any indication!
SS: I would love to see Morgan shut Talia's ass up and beat the living shit out of her!
DM: I think Talia will win!
SS: You're biased with that pick!
DM: She's my friend, but so are you with picking Morgan, dipshit!
SS: I'm not!
DM: Whatever!
Cut to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
"Brooklyn V2" by Jim Johnston plays and the crowd goes wild. A black limosine pulls up beside the ramp and the driver gets out. The driver walks to the end of the limo and opens the door. Talia Skye steps out to the roar of the crowd in a black halter vest, a white tie, black tight dress pants, white and black wrestling boots and a black fedora.
DM: AW HELL YEAH! The Black Rose Mafia is BACK! YES!
SS: Ugh! Cut with the crap! It's dead!
DM: Shut up, Taint! Old bastard!
Stepping out after Talia is Danielle Lopez, who's dressed in her pink and black tights with the Team Lethality logo over it, but she has the old school FLAWLESS t-shirt over her matching top, black gloves and a look of intensity across her face. She stands beside Talia and the two of them smile at one another and then at the crowd as they cheer the two hall of famers on.
DM: We have a little taste of Battle Finale III's Retro Night right here on Rapture!
SS: I still don't get what the big deal is! Wow they reunite, WHO CARES!?
DM: Obviously the crowd does you idiot! They're loving this reunion!
Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, being accompanied by Talia Skye. From San Diego, California. She is a member of the PCW Hall of Fame and the leader of Team Lethality. She is The Black Rose Mafia's own... "THE LETHAL LATINA"... DANIELLE LOPEZ!!!
Danielle and Talia walk onto the entrance ramp and Danielle poses as Talia slides under Danielle before standing up in front of the Lethal Latina. The two legendary women walk with their arms linked to ringside.
SS: I'm going to hurl!
DM: Oh be quiet! Need a goddamn muzzle to keep you quiet!
They walk down the ramp and slap hands with the fans and begin the circle around the ringside area. They hop onto the apron and play up to the crowd. Danielle and Talia both blow the fans a kiss. Talia slowly enters through the middle rope, stopping to shake her ass. As she does Danielle jumps over the top rope and lands in the ring. She playfully spanks Talia and the 'Killa Queen' joins her best friend in the ring.
SS: I think they just let the pigeons loose!!!!
DM: Pervert! What do you think J.T. and James will think about what you just said?
SS: Um...nevermind.
Jimmy Wilkes: And her opponent!
"Hush Hush; Hush Hush" by Pussycat Dolls hits and the crowd immediately goes 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.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. She is England and Canada's Most Glamorous Export... REYNA CARTER!!!
Reyna begins her ascent down the ramp and her hands up in the air as if she's looking down on the fans. 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.
*DING! DING! DING!*
The match begins, and Danielle locks up with Reyna. Danielle gets the upperhand by delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a suplex, she then lifts Reyna to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a german suplex before delivering stomps to the left arm. She connects with about seven stomps, she then waits for Reyna to get back to her feet. Reyna eventually gets back to her feet, and Danielle connects with a spinning wheel kick before waiting for Reyna to get back to her feet again. Reyna eventually gets back to her feet, and Danielle connects with a kick to the head, she then lifts Reyna to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before waiting for Reyna to get back to her feet. Reyna gets to her hands and knees, and Danielle runs into the ropes, runs back at Reyna and connects with a running dropkick to the side of the head, she then lifts Reyna back to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a tiger suplex before delivering stomps to the left leg. She connects with about ten stomps, she then lifts Reyna to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a backbreaker before delivering stomps to the left arm. She connects with about five stomps, she then begins delivering more stomps to the left leg. She connects with about seven stomps before locking in the Latina Spice!
DM: Danielle with the submission here on Reyna Carter!
SS: Fuck! She's added submissions to her game now?
DM: She has! Quite a few actually! She expands her moveset every day!
Reyna refuses to give up, so Danielle puts more pressure on the hold, but Reyna still fefuses to give up, so Danielle puts even more pressure on the hold, but Reyna STILL refuses to give up, and begins making her way to the ropes. She eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottum rope. Danielle gives Reyna a clean break, lifts her to her feet, drags her to the middle of the ring, and goes for a scoop slam, but Reyna fights out of it, lands on her feet behind Danielle, and connects with a back suplex, she then lifts Danielle to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before turning Danielle over, and locking in a camel clutch. Danielle refuses to give up, so Reyna puts more pressure on the hold, but Danielle still refuses to give up, and Reyna eventually loses her grip, and releases the hold, she then lifts Danielle back to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a gutwrench suplex before connecting with a knee drop to the face, she then lifts Danielle back to her feet again, and connects with a suplex before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the head. She connects with about eight punches, she then locks in a half boston crab. Danielle refuses to give up, so Reyna puts more pressure on the hold, but Danielle still refuses to give up, and begins making her way to the ropes. She eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottum rope, but Reyna refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Reyna releases the hold, drags Danielle to the middle of the ring, gets behind her, and connects with a neckbreaker before kneeling down, and choking her forcing the ref to start another five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Reyna releases the hold, lifts Danielle to her feet, and connects with a scoop slam, she then lifts Danielle back to her feet, and connects with the British/Canadian Facecrusher before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: Danielle kicks out at two!
SS: Fucking bitch!
DM: Watch that tone, fatty, before somebody slaps you into a coma!
Reyna locks in a rear chin lock. Danielle refuses to give up, so Reyna puts more pressure on the hold, but Danielle still refuses to give up, and eventually fights out of it by delivering elbows to the midsection, she then jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Reyna gets to her feet, and Danielle jumps up, and connects with another hurricanrana. Reyna gets back to her feet, and Danielle jumps up, and connects with a third hurricanrana. Reyna gets back to her feet again, and Danielle connects with a enzuigiri, she then lifts Reyna to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a Russian leg sweep before delivering stomps to the left arm. She connects with about twelve stomps, she then lifts Reyna back to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a half nelson suplex before waiting for Reyna to get back to her feet. Reyna eventually gets back to her feet, and Danielle runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody, she then lifts Reyna back to her feet, and connects with a suplex before lifting Reyna back to her feet again, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a piledriver, she then lifts Reyna to her feet, and connects with the Xtremely Deadly Encounter before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Now Reyna is the one who kicks out!
Danielle waits for Reyna to get to her feet. It takes a moment, but Reyna eventually gets to her feet, and Danielle goes for a kick to the head, but Reyna ducks, and connects with a clothesline. Danielle gets to her feet, and Reyna connects with another clothesline. Danielle gets back to her feet, and Reyna connects with a third clothesline. Danielle gets back to her feet again, and Reyna runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody, she then lifts Danielle to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a neckbreaker before turning Danielle over, and locking in a ground head lock. Danielle refuses to give up, so Reyna puts more pressure on the hold, but Danielle still refuses to give up, and begins making her way to the ropes. She eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope, but Reyna refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Reyna releases the hold, lifts Danielle to her feet, drags her to the middle of the ring, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before turning Danielle over, and locking in a half boston crab. Danielle refuses to give up, so Reyna puts more pressure on the hold, but Danielle still refuses to give up, and begins making her way to the ropes. She eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope, but Reyna refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start another five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Reyna releases the hold, lifts Danielle to her feet, drags her to the middle of the ring, gets behind her, and connects with a tiger suplex, she then lifts Danielle back to her feet, and connects with a backbreaker before lifting Danielle back to her feet again, getting behind her, and connecting with a Russian leg sweep, she then lifts Danielle to her feet, and connects with a scoop slam before delivering stomps to the left leg. She connects with ten stomps, she then connects with a knee drop to the face before delivering a stomp to the midsection causing Danielle to sit up holding her stomach in pain, she then runs into the ropes, runs back at Danielle, and connects with a running dropkick to the face before lifting Danielle to her feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a piledriver, she then goes out to the apron, and waits for Danielle to get back to her feet. Danielle eventually gets back to her feet, and Reyna springboards off the top rope, and connects with Disaster Happens before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: And Danielle kicks out at two!
SS: FAHK THIS SHIT!
DM: Quit your fucking complaining, Taint! It's annoying!
Reyna goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for Danielle to get to her feet. It takes a moment, but Danielle eventually gets to her feet, and Reyna leaps off, and goes for a diving crossbody, but Danielle catches her with a dropkick in midair, she then goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for Reyna to get to her feet. Reyna eventually gets to her feet, and Danielle leaps off, and connects with a missile dropkick before waiting for Reyna to get back to her feet. Reyna eventually gets back to her feet, and Danielle connects with a kick to the head, she then lifts Reyna back to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a neckbreaker before delivering stomps to the left arm. She connects with about twelve stomps, she then lifts Reyna back to her feet again, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a butterfly suplex before lifting Reyna to her feet, getting behind her, and connecting with a german suplex, she then lifts Reyna back to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before lifting Reyna back to her feet again, and connecting with a suplex, she then lifts Reyna to her feet, and irish whips her into one of the turnbuckles before running at her, and connecting with Potential Brain Damage version 2! she then drags Reyna to the middle of the ring before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
Reyna kicks out at two! Danielle lifts Reyna to her feet, gets behind her, and goes for a back suplex, but Reyna fights out of it by doing a back flip, lands on her feet behind Danielle, and connects with a Russian leg sweep before kneeling down, and choking her forcing the ref to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Reyna releases the hold, and connects with a knee drop to the face, she then lifts Danielle to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a back suplex before lifting Danielle back to her feet, getting behind her, and connecting with a german suplex, she then lifts Danielle back to her feet again, and connects with a scoop slam before delivering stomps to the left leg. She connects with about seven stomps, she then lifts Danielle to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before connecting with a elbow drop to the back of the head, she then waits for Danielle to get back to her feet. Danielle eventually gets back to her feet, and Reyna connects with a dropkick. Danielle gets back to her feet again, and Reyna connects with another dropkick, Danielle gets to her feet, and Reyna connects with a third dropkick. Danielle gets back to her feet, and Reyna delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with the Rich Girl's Dream before going for the pin![/b]
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: DANIELLE KICKS OUT!
SS: GRRRR!!!
Reyna waits for Danielle to get to her feet. It takes a moment, but Danielle eventually gets to her feet, and Reyna jumps up, and connects with A Bitch's Welcome followed into a pin attempt!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Danielle kicks out! The Lethal Latina still has fight left in her! and we seen the minor version of Potential Brain Demage earlier in this match, but I have a feeling it's only a matter of time before we see the severe version!
The crowd cheers loudly, and Reyna gets frustrated, and begins choking Danielle forcing the ref to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Reyna releases the hold, lifts Danielle to her feet, and goes for a suplex, but Danielle fights out of it, and lands on her feet behind Reyna. Reyna turns around, and Danielle connects with Potential Brain Damage before turning Reyna over, and locking in The Submission That's Not So Nice!
DM: She got it locked in! Danielle has Reyna locked in a Modified inverted surfboard into a double wrist lock!
SS: NO! Get out of it, Reyna! Please get out of it!
DM: It's gonna be hard for her to do so, Taint!
Reyna refuses to give up, so Danielle puts more pressure on the hold, but Reyna still refuses to give up, so Danielle puts even more pressure on the hold, but Reyna STILL refuses to give up, so Danielle puts even MORE pressure on the hold, and Reyna tries to fight out of it. She tries to get to the ropes, but she fails, and has no choice but to tap out!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by submission... "THE LETHAL LATINA"... DANIELLE LOPEZ!!!
"Brooklyn V2" plays as Danielle Lopez celebrates in the ring and the crowd roars. Talia Skye runs over to the announcer's table and as she does Desiree Miles reaches under her seat and hands Talia a thin black box.
SS: What the fuck Desiree!?
DM: I suggest you shut up Saint, before I make you sleep with da' bitches!
Talia smiles at the black box before sliding back in the ring. Danielle grabs two microphones and gives one to Talia. They stand over a beaten Reyna Carter and the crowd cheers as the music dies down. Danielle begins to speak.
Danielle Lopez: What? You guys didn't think this would happen, didn't you?
The crowd cheers.
Danielle Lopez: Well for one night, the Black Rose Mafia lives. And those who have followed us know what we are all about.
Danielle turns to Talia.
Talia Skye: The Black Rose Mafia always was about dominance and guess what, we still are.
The crowd cheers as Talia pauses.
Talia Skye: When I saw that bitch Reyna tweeting away about gold thrones and being wrestling royalty, I knew it was time to bring back the Mafia, even for one night. And thanks to my FLAWLESS BFF, Reyna Carter is sleepin' with da' bitches!
Talia drops the mic and looks at Danielle and nods. Danielle goes over and lifts Reyna Carter from the side and Talia runs towards Reyna.
DM: BOTOX INJECTION!!!!!!!
SS: This is absolutely sickening! They shouldn't be treating wrestling royalty like this!
DM: Talia and Danielle are real wrestling royalty!
The two PCW Hall of Famers look down at Reyna who's down from the Botox Injection. Danielle picks the microphone back up and speaks.
Danielle Lopez: Tsk tsk tsk. You see PCW. The Black Rose Mafia has never tolerated phony posers and Reyna Carter is just that... a phony poser. The way she acts and all. What is really real about her? Wait for it... nothing!
Danielle says with a smile and she walks around.
Danielle Lopez: Tonight, you slept with Da Bitches and your ass was put out to pasture. You were welcomed to the world of Lethality. And not to mention you fell to a duo who is without question...
Danielle/Talia: FLAWLESS!!!
Talia opens up the black box and pulls out the signature black rose. She leans over and places it on the chest of Reyna Carter. Danielle and Talia roll out of the ring and walk up the ramp with arms linked as the crowd goes wild.
DM: What a great match we had, and the perfect way to end it, a reunion with the Mafia standing tall!
SS: Someone needs to go help Reyna! Maybe she needs mouth to mouth, I have to help her!
Desiree slaps Saint on the side of his head.
SS: OW! What the fuck?
DM: Fucking pervert! Let's go to break! We'll be back with more Rapture after this!
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 16, 2013 15:04:50 GMT -5
Back from the break and "II Trill" by Bun B feat. Z-Ro and J. Prince hits and the crowd cheers loudly. James Baker walks out from the back, wearing a white tanktop, baggy jeans and black boots with a black bandana on his head. He surveys the entire arena and begins walking down the ramp. He tags a few hands before sliding in via under the bottom rope. He grabs a microphone and walks around the ring. His music dies and the crowd cheers loudly. Once the cheers die a little, he begins to speak.
James Baker: ORLANDO! MAKE SOME MOTHER FUCKING NOISE!!!
The crowd cheers loudly.
James Baker: We're here in O-Town and things are only getting started. We've been here once before and it was rockin', just like tonight is.
The crowd cheers once more.
James Baker: Now down to business. Two weeks ago. I was supposed to make an announcement that concerned the tag team division in Premium Championship Wrestling. Something that was going to give the division a spotlight for Battle Finale III. That was until The Pac interrupted me with their bullshit and "selling" of things that were perceived as mine which for the record, I don't own sports cars, fancy suits and I sure as shit don't own anything "Armani". Just look at me? I dress and act like a mother fuckin' thug and will continue to dress that way as the Baker net worth grows by the day.
The crowd cheers and James then continues.
James Baker: See, they interrupted an announcement that was going to include them and their tag team title aspirations since they never did get a rematch for those belts after losing them to Jay and Kai back in November.
James pauses once more before continuing.
James Baker: But anyways. We're gonna try this again and hopefully get it right. First, I would like all tag teams to join us out to the ring.
"Coming Undone" by Korn hits and the crowd cheers loudly as Kevin Styles and J.T. Banks walk out with their arms looped around Talia Skye. Talia holds the titles and Da Xtreme Dynasty make their way down the ramp. They all slap hands with the fans before entering the ring. Styles and Banks exchange a hand slap with their long time friend before taking their place in the ring.
Soon, "Never Enough" by Five Finger Death Punch hits and the crowd cheers just as loud as Mariah Lopez and Rachel Robinson come out. They pose on the ramp together before making their way down the ramp. They high five the fans before getting in the ring. They look at the tag team titles that Talia has before playing up to the crowd. Once the music dies down, both teams take their positions and James Baker speaks once more.
James Baker: For some reason The Pac can't be here. I have no fucking clue as to why that is, but I digress. As I wanted to do two weeks ago, there is something that I have been dying to do for the tag team division. Something that hasn't ever been contested here in Premium Championship Wrestling... tag team wise that is. This match has revolutionized this business and it has produced the most breath taking moments you will ever see. I'm talking about a Tables, Ladders and Chairs match.
The crowd cheers loudly.
James Baker: Oh yes. TLC baby, and at Battle Finale III, we are going to have that at the biggest pay-per-view of the year. My friends Kevin Styles and J.T. Banks defending those PCW World Tag Team Championships against Mariah Lopez and Rachel Robinson of the Princesses of Lethality and... Dante Daevain and The Phantom of The Pac in a three way match.
The crowd cheers louder.
DM: My god! Tables, Ladders and Chairs between three great teams? Oh this is exciting!
SS: Brutality at it's finest and only at our biggest pay-per-view of the year!
James Baker: This match kills a few birds with one stone if you will. One being the tag team titles finally get defended in a match that will be shown on the show instead of a fucking dark match. Two, The Pac get their rematch they never got and three, we give a young yet talented team an opportunity to strike for the gold. It's a win-win for all and I wish all three teams the best of luck.
Da Xtreme Dynasty and The Princesses of Lethality square off, with Kevin Styles grabbing a microphone and speaking.
Kevin Styles: I'm glad we're getting to have this title defense against two great teams. We want to face the best of the best. We get The Pac who have held the titles before, and we get Team Lethality's two young rookies who are great wrestlers in their own right and I'm looking forward to April 27th.
Kevin passes the microphone to J.T. who wastes no time in speaking.
J.T. Banks: Much like my tag team partner over here, I too am looking forward to the match. Da Xtreme Dynasty has admiration for Team Lethality. Hell, those two groups are connected to one another. You have Desiree Miles who is married to my partner over here and was a part of our early incarnations, Israel Steele was in the group and your leader started out her Hall of Fame career being a member of Da Dynasty. And we consider them like family. We will always have love for them no matter what.
The crowd cheers the respect Da Xtreme Dynasty has for Team Lethality. J.T. now passes the microphone to his girlfriend, Talia Skye.
Talia Skye: That's right guys. Danielle Lopez is and forever will be my BFF and her and Desiree Miles helped me form The Black Rose Mafia. As J.T. said, we are all connected. Mariah was even a member of the Mafia for a short time before it became what is known as Team Lethality. There's history between our respective teams despite the TLC match being the very first meeting between us and personally... I think it's god damn awesome.
The crowd agrees with cheers. Now, Mariah and Rachel grab microphones and Mariah begins to speak.
Mariah Lopez: I must say that this... this is an awesome honor. Our first title shot in PCW and it comes in one of the most iconic match concepts ever devised. The history of a Tables, Ladders and Chairs match speaks for itself. Lots of great moments and the history and prestige of Da Xtreme Dynasty is legendary and what we are doing so far in Team Lethality has been fantastic.
Mariah says to cheers from the crowd.
Mariah Lopez: I know you two guys like the back of my hand and I have respect for your abilities and accomplishments. I share a history with J.T. Banks. He being the last boyfriend I ever had and Kevin Styles is somebody who's style I highly respect. And you cannot forget about Talia Skye and her helping pave the way so girls like myself, Rachel, Bella, Aurora and so on can compete alongside the greats in this company today and I am forever grateful for all that she has helped done for us.
Rachel Robinson: I have to agree with pretty much every thing my beautiful girlfriend just said. I may not exactly know you guys like the back of my head, but I would like to believe that I know you pretty well. I would like to think we're friends. I have a shit load of respect for all three of you. and I respect everything you have accomplished!
The crowd cheers.
Rachel Robinson: JT, Kevin. During your last Tag Team title run in PCW. You never lost the titles.
Rachel points over to Shannon Saint.
Rachel Robinson: That fatass sitting at the anounce table next to our good friend Desiree Miles stripped you of them.
The crowd boos Shannon Saint.
SS: I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG!
DM: Oh don't deny it! It's in the fucking archives, you piece of shit asshole!
SS: I was justified! JUSTIFIED!
DM: Bullshit!
Rachel Robinson: Talia. You along with Danielle and Heather Monroe are the reasons I wanted to join PCW, and now I'm here, and I'm in a tag team with the love of my life!
Rachel holds Mariah's hand as the crowd cheers.
Rachel Robinson: I'll admit. I competed in some violent matches back when I was wrestling for Cardinal City Pro wrestling. I'm very familier with tables, ladders, and chairs. I've been hit with chairs. I've hit people with chairs. I've been put through tables. I've competed in ladder matches. I've been thrown into ladders. I've fallen off ladders. I've been hit with ladder. I've hit people with ladder. Hell! I once hit my own brother with a hurricanrana, and sent him flying off a ladder! but I have never been in a TLC match, and let me tell you. I'm fucking excited that I'm finally going to be in one, and it's a huge honor that Mariah and I get to get in the ring with Da Xtream Dynasty.
The crowd cheers.
Rachel Robinson: JT. My brother often talks about the matches he has had with you. He says it's always a treat to get in the ring with you, and that you're one of the toughest people he has ever been in the ring with, and I believe every word of it. I'm very excited about getting in the ring with you and Kevin, and I'm sure you guys already expect this, but Mariah and I are going to do our best to bring those PCW Tag Team championships to Team Lethality!
The crowd cheers Rachel's statements. J.T. looks at the two with a smirk before beginning to speak.
J.T. Banks: This is something I like to see. Respect. Respect is to be earned, not demanded. And I'm glad you two have respect for those who paved the way for the younger generation such as yourself. Yes Kev and I haven't exactly said kind words about the teams of today, but there are exceptions to that rule and you two happen to be that exception. The Bull and Ape Alliance were those who didn't bother to respect those who came before them and were the personifications of mediocrity. Thankfully we saved that and now teams like you two get an opportunity.
J.T. pauses before continuing.
J.T. Banks: Yes, my matches with Reaper are those of legends. He and I always tear it up and we give each other a good ol' fashion ass kicking with no fucking soft shit. We're not soft about our actions and you take after him. Hell, all of Team Lethality are tough individuals. You all have that something and we're very impressed. Likewise, we know you two will bring your all and try to take these belts away. But as you and everybody else has known for nearly ten years now. We will not back down and we certainly will not surrender these titles without a fight. That I can promise with a straight face.
Kevin and J.T. raise the PCW World Tag Team Championship belts to cheers from the crowd. Mariah and Rachel eye them up and they shake the hands of the tag team champions before they have a stare off. We then take a commercial break.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 16, 2013 15:05:28 GMT -5
We are back from the break and James Baker is still in the ring with the microphone in his hand. He stands there and the crowd is amped up for what the GM could possibly say next. He twirls the microphone around and eventually begins to speak again.
James Baker: Now that we got the tag team announcement out of the way. Lets get into...
But before he could speak further, "Du Hast" by Rammstein hits and the crowd immediately turns into boos as Morgan Simmons walks out with a determined demeanor in her eyes. She walks down the ramp and immediately grabs a microphone before stepping in-between the ropes. She stands across the General Manager of the company.
James Baker: Morgan. What in the hell are you doing out here?
Morgan Simmons: What am I doing here? Funny you should ask. One, I was out here earlier where I issue a challenge for Battle Finale III. And two, well I figured I would come out here and make my presence known to the idiot I have had so much venom against for almost an entire decade. And it's not really much of a business venom. It's more personal.
The crowd boos.
Morgan Simmons: OH SHUT UP! I'm talking here, assholes.
The crowd boos even louder.
Morgan Simmons: As I was saying. Nearly a decade of hatred for you for personal reasons and I have every fucking right to hate your fucking guts.
James Baker: Do you now? Let's hear it.
Morgan Simmons: You used me. It's because of you that I have to live with the bullshit of being used. You and I had a relationship in 2004. It was a brief fling between the two of us. No issues there, but the way it was is really what ticked me off. Using me for things that only a whore should be used for and that's not right. It's haunted me since and no matter how hard I try, I can never fully shake it from my mind.
James stands there, acting bored while Morgan speaks.
Morgan Simmons: Unlike you, I'm not going to go down the path of saying you were horrible and shit of that nature, but for the past nine years, it has dug at my very soul and I haven't been the same since. You used me, screwed with me and it's because of you that I am like this. I blame you for all of the turmoil I have experienced. I hope you're happy with what you have caused.
Morgan stops and James looks at her with a sly smirk on his face.
James Baker: You hope I'm happy that I have caused so much mental stress on you? You hope I'm happy that you are what you are today? Morgan, you're not going to be disappointed, because I'm mother fucking thrilled. I fucked with your head. I brought you down and I broke you to a very high emotional point. I thrive on doing that to those I feel deserve it. What you forgot back then and even forget to this day, but I am a master of mind fucking people. I highly enjoy bringing pain and suffering to people, even for the shits and grins. It brings a smile to my face.
James says with a smirk and the crowd cheers.
James Baker: And knowing you experienced such pain and anguish from a mental standpoint. I can't say enough that it happened to a nicer person and your true colors were shown. Suffice to say, I ended up being right about this fucking bitch.
The crowd cheers once more.
James Baker: So tell me, Morgan. What is it that you want? You and I both know you're a vengeful piece of shit and gaining a form of revenge is something you have been wanting for the longest time. We're all ears. Spill it out.
Morgan looks at James and a smirk comes across her face before she speaks.
Morgan Simmons: I want you to suffer. I want to take something away from you. Something big and I know just the thing to do it. What is it you ask?
Morgan pauses before continuing.
Morgan Simmons: I want to rid this company from you. I am going to shake this company from it's very foundation and the only way to do that is by becoming the PCW General Manager.
The crowd boos Morgan loudly and she has a smirk on her face.
DM: You've got to be kidding me here?
SS: This is fucking great! Morgan Simmons would be a great General Manager!
DM: No she wouldn't!
Morgan Simmons: You fucking morons are going to ask yourselves, "why would Morgan Simmons want to rule PCW despite stating she was going to help burn it to the ground?" Well idiots, it's simple. In order to help burn something to the ground at a much faster pace, you have to have somebody from the inside to help out and while I am indeed a wrestler for the Premium Academy as well as LPW where I have been the World Women's Champion for a very long time now. I figured I am the best option to be the person from the inside to help burn this company to the ground. More importantly than that, I feel taking James' job is the ultimate revenge for me and it will help me get over what happened nine years ago.
Morgan pauses and the crowd's hatred for her is only intensifying. She glares at them with a look of venom in her face before continuing.
Morgan Simmons: How will I take it from you? A simple yet effective way. An eight person elimination tag team match. I lead a group of four competitors while you do the same. If my teams wins, I become General Manager and you leave this company. If you win, you remain the GM. I have my team already assembled, but you need to find yours. What do you say, James? Are you going to be man and step up, or are you going to back out like a bitch?
James looks at Morgan and contemplates the offer she has put on the table. He thinks for a moment, until he has come with a decision...
James Baker: Unlike you, I don't back down from challenges. So yes, I accept your little challenge. And you may have your little Toxic lackeys fighting for you, but I will have a team that will no doubt fight for me. And the better team, meaning mine, will emerge victorious.
The crowd cheers but James isn't done on the microphone yet.
James Baker: And one more thing. If you think you can out psycho me. You have another thing coming, bitch.
James flips Morgan the finger, kicks her in the gut and hooks her up before hitting her with that special move...
DM: DA XTREME KNOCKOUT! DA XTREME KNOCKOUT! James Baker just drilled Morgan Simmons with Da Xtreme Knockout!
SS: NO! That idiot is going to pay for it! YOU'RE GOING TO PAY!
James grabs the microphone again and stands over Morgan before speaking once more.
James Baker: See you at Battle Finale III, bitch. Believe that.
James drops the microphone and "II Trill" hits to huge cheers. He stands there as Morgan is laid out on the floor below. Jimmy Wilkes proceeds to get on the mic and attempts to announce our next match up of the night.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following...
James Baker: No, Jimmy! I got this shit, homie. Now sit your ass down.
The crowd cheers as James is back on the microphone.
James Baker: You see, in just a few moments will be the utter destruction of Triple M. One of the worst wrestlers to ever grace a PCW ring. This is gonna be a god damn massacre. Originally this was gonna be a Premium Death Match, but we ain't got time for that at the moment and I doubt you the people want to see that untalented piece of fucking shit longer than you truly have to.
The crowd cheers once more.
James Baker: With that said. We are going to do this... Asshole Elimination Death Match style.
DM: AW HELL YEAH! IT'S BACK FOR ONE NIGHT ONLY!
SS: I think the last time we saw this, Rocky Ali's buttboy Igor Xtreme was getting his ass kicked and that was two weeks before Battle Finale II!
DM: Indeed it was!
James Baker: As you all know, I MC this shit. Without further adieu. Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 198 pounds. He is PCW's resident Hamster... BRIAN STRYKER!!!
"Down With the Sickness" plays over the loud speaker as the lights on the ramp go out. 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. He makes his way down the ramp high fiving the fans before sliding under the ropes into the ring where he climbs the turnbuckles, pumping the fans up.
James Baker: And his tag team partners. At a combined weight of 390 pounds. They are two time PCW World Tag Team Champions. Kai and the new PCW World Heavyweight Champion Jay mother fucking Thunder. They are... WRETCHED AND DIVINE!!!
"Wretched & Divine" by Black Veil Brides hits the P.A. system, as the lights go out. Before long, color begins to return to the darkened arena, Jay and Kai already on the stage. As the camera zooms in on the two, Jay smirks. He begins walking down the ramp, Kai close behind. Jay stops at the concrete opening between ramp-and-pad, holding up the PCW World Heavyweight Championship. Kai walks to the steel steps, climbing them up to the apron, then climbing through the top-and-middle ropes. Jay slides into the ring, before standing up and taking his spot next to Kai. The two stand, preparing to beat the holy fuck out of Triple M.
James Baker: Now it's time to bring out the person who's going to get his ass slaughtered from the floor up. These three are your judge, jury and executioners. They're going to put a massive hurting on you son and to be frank, I don't feel sorry for you in the slightest. So get your ass out here Triple M. Time to take your beatings like a man. Let's go, pussy.
Everybody waits for the arrival of Triple M. He's dragged out from the back by the PCW World Tag Team Champions Kevin Styles and J.T. Banks. Styles and Banks kick Triple M in the ass all the way down the ramp. As Triple M reaches the end... Stryker leaps over the ropes... and hits a Suicide dive to the incompetent wrestler and the crowd cheers. While this is going on, Kai and Jay Thunder roll out of the ring and look underneath the apron. They find whatever weapons they can and throw them into the ring. Stryker gets Triple M up and starts beating him all around ringside. Stryker now slides Triple M in the ring where Jay Thunder is waiting for him with a barbed wire bat in hand.
SS: Time to die, Triple M! Time to fucking die!
DM: He's going to get slaughtered and nobody here feels sorry for him!
Triple M gets up and starts bitching and complaining. He turns around... and Jay Thunder whacks him in the face with the barbed wire bat. Blood starts pouring from Triple M's head and a smirk comes across Jay's face. He continues to drive the bat directly into the open wound of Triple M. Blood is smearing everywhere and the crowd in Orlando is loving it. Jay drops the bat and now grabs a steel chair. He smacks it on the ground as he awaits for Triple M to come back to a vertical base. Triple M gets up and Jay swings the chair towards him... THWACK! Right to the skull and down goes Triple M.
SS: WOO HOO! VIOLENCE IS THE ANSWER!
DM: This is carnage! The kid is getting destroyed in there!
Triple M is screaming in pain and Jay laughs rather sinister like before bashing the guy some more with the chair. Over and over until the thing is literally bent in half. He nods to Kai, who sets up the table. Jay gets Triple M up to his feet and Triple M doesn't know where the hell he is. Kai kicks him in the gut... and hits Triple M with the Kai Bomb through the table. Immediately, Jay picks Triple M up... and hits him with a Front-Flip Piledriver and combined, they call that Internal Bleeding and Triple M is out like a light.
DM: This is just brutal! I'm not sure Triple M can even fight back here!
SS: Would he have been able to do so under normal circumstances?
DM: You have a point!
Triple M can't even stand but Kai gets him back up and places him in position... and DRILLS him with the Kai Bomb. But the carnage doesn't stop as Jay Thunder picks him back up and places Triple M on his shoulders. He smirks violently... before driving Triple M to the mat with a hellacious Thunder Driver. After Jay and Kai have done their damage to Triple M. Brian Stryker goes to the top rope. He looks down at Triple M before diving off...
DM: AIR STRYKE! Stryker with the High Angled Shooting Star Press to Triple M!
SS: I don't like the Philadelphia moron, but I'll take him over Triple M any day of the week!
DM: And Stryker, Jay and Kai each place their foot on top of Triple M as our GM counts the fall!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
James Baker: Your winners of this Asshole Elimination Death Match... BRIAN STRYKER AND WRETCHED AND DIVINE!!!
"Down With the Sickness" by Disturbed hits, but they're not done with Triple M as Jay and Kai pick him up and they roll out of the ring with him in tow and Stryker and James follow suit. They take him to the top of the ramp and continue to beat the living hell out of Triple M. Stryker joins in and it's a three on one attack to him while James Baker smirks. He gets on the mic as the three continue to beat down Triple M.
James Baker: You see this. I am a man who is giving to people and I am a fair individual. My generocity can be a bit of bad judgement at times... but we're all human at the end of the day. With that said. Guys. It's time to officially pull the plug on Triple M. And Triple M... YOU'RE FIRED!!! Destroy this mother fucker, guys.
Jay, Kai and Stryker each take turns beating up Triple M some more. Jay gets Triple M up... and hits him with the T-D-T! Stryker now gets Triple M up... and plants him down with Stryke Out on the ramp. Triple M is convulsing on the mat. But that's not enough as Kai now is the one to get Triple M up and places him in position. He launches him up high in the air and walks to a near dangerous area. The normally stoic, emotionless Kai now has a small smile on his face as he delivers a Kai Bomb and Triple M is sent flying into the pyro technics, shocking the living hell out of him.
DM: GOOD GOD! TRIPLE M HAS BEEN SENT THROUGH THE PYRO! MY GOD!
SS: Extra crispy chicken, yo! I love it!
DM: We gotta take a break! We'll be back after this!
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 16, 2013 15:06:14 GMT -5
Back from break and our scene cuts to the merchant area of the arena, where we see droves of fans standing in various lines ranging from bathroom lines, concession lines, and merchandise lines. Within this drove of fans we catch glimpse of The Devil Himself being accompanied by the lovely Ashley. Dante is sporting a simple off white silk ensemble consisting of loose slacks, and a button down with his hand polished Italian boots. Dante is also snacking a bag of fresh popcorn. Jynx, with an alluring smile on her face, is seen sporting an extra-long Pac t-shirt with slits down the side that is rather form fitting and rather generous with the cleavage. This outfit of Jynx’s is complimented by a pair of fishnet stockings and her knee high combat boots. Snacking on a roll of cotton candy, Jynx follows Dante to a merchandise table, where they are instantly recognized by the fans. Unable to resist, Dante and Jynx begin to sign a few autographs and Jynx poses for a few pictures. As Dante signs a couple of posters, he glances over at the merchandise dealer.
Dante: “Busy night?”
The dealer, looking slightly distressed, does not really answer Dante as he takes money from one patron and then begins to tend to the next.
Dante: “Good answer.”
Dante chuckles as he looks to Jynx and winks at her. Without a word Jynx struts behind the merchandise table and kicks the dealer in his hind end.
Dealer: Hey! What the idea?!
Jynx looks at the dealer with a sweet and innocent look on her face. Dante finishes up an autograph and then positions himself behind the dealer and bumps him.
Dealer: Watch it!
Dante grabs the dealer’s shoulders while Jynx procures his money pouch and puts it on herself.
Dante: “With pleasure!”
Dante now takes the dealer and forcefully drags him away from the merchandise table. The crowd is cheering on Dante as he “relieves” the dealer by stuffing him inside a nearby utility closet and jams it shut. Dante then rejoins Jynx at the table.
Dante: “Next patron, please!”
A young teenager walks up and request some Leon Lonewolf merchandise. Dante rummages through a marked box and pulls out two t-shirts and a set of wristbands and hands them to the teenager. The teen tries to hand Jynx the money for the merchandise, but both she and Dante send him on his way. Patron after patron is the same story: Free P.C.W. merchandise. Everything is being given away like hotcakes, some much so that Dante begins to throw out merchandise out into the crowd. The crowd adores Dante and Jynx for their generosity before two familiar faces walks up.
Will: What in god’s name is going on here?
Dante glances up at Will and his girlfriend Tiffany. Will is sporting a pair of dark Levi blue jeans, a pair of brown Nike Air Force 1 Men’s Duck boots, a dark green polo shirt. Tiffany is in a pair of black two inch stiletto heels, a black leather mini skirt, and a blood red corset the shows just the right amount of cleavage. Tiffany walks over behind the merchandise table and bumps fist with Jynx as Dante tosses out another shirt.
Dante: “First of all, God has nothing to do with this, and two he wouldn’t approve of what I’m doing anyway. But since you asked, I am being a nuisance.”
Will: And that’s different from any other day of the week how?
Dante: ‘Well, tonight I am being a nuisance to the man who writes your paycheck.”
Will: Right, pray tell how are you doing that?
Dante leans in close to Will.
Dante: “I AM GIVING AWAY MERCHANDISE!’
Will: AWESOME, HOW ABOUT HOOKING UP ME UP WITH SOME!?
Dante: “WHAT KIND DO YOU NEED!?”…Why are we yelling?
Will: Hell if I know, I was just following your lead. But it seems my girl here would like a small Jay THUNDAAAR t-shirt.
Dante starts to look through a few boxes under the merchandise table, throwing a few shirts into the air as he continues looking. After a few moments Dante leans up bumping his head on the side of the table coming up empty handed.
Dante: “Two things, we don’t seem to have any Jay THUNDAAAR merchandise…and we are out of smalls.”
Will: Well do you have any James Baker shirts?
Dante picks up a large case setting it on the table. Dante reaches into his left pants pocket and pulls out a small key and unlocks the case. Dante pulls a navy blue shirt with light blue bands around the cuffs and color.
Dante: “One James Baker shirt…It’s an Armani.”
Will: So what you are saying is…that it is expensive?
Dante: “Very.”
Will: And Tiffany is getting it for free?
Dante: “You asked for it.”
Will: Works for me.
Dante: “Oh!...”
Dante picks up a box of merchandise marked Jay Thunder and it hands it to Will.
Will: What is this?
Dante: “Jay Thunder merchandise…Some of it autographed!”
Dante smugly nods as Will takes the box with a perplexed look on his face.
Will: Um, okay…WHO WANTS SOME FREE CRAP!
Dante reaches out placing his hand on Will’s shoulder.
Dante: “Two more things: Don’t butt in on my turf…And I think the section in F Three would like some merchandise.
Will nods as Tiffany walks back over to him placing her new James Baker shirt over her shoulder and puts her arm around Will’s as they walk away from Dante. Dante and Jynx continue to hand out merchandise as the scene cuts back to the P.C.W. action.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 16, 2013 15:07:13 GMT -5
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!
"Never Enough" by Five Finger Death Punch hits and the arena goes to pink and black lights. Mariah Lopez comes out to the stage and stands there, observing the crowd. She walks down the ramp and nods her head to the crowd.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, from San Diego, California... "THE SILENT NINJA"... MARIAH LOPEZ!!!
She steps on the steps, walks on the apron and steps under the bottom rope to get into the ring. She hops on the turnbuckle and points to the audience. She hops off the turnbuckle, stands in her corner and waits for the match to begin.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: They lock up! Mariah brings Curtis in and locks in a side head lock! Mariah rolls around and locks in a hammerlock! Curtis looking for a way out but Mariah has it locked on tight! Curtis with an elbow to the face...no! Mariah ducks it and wraps her arms around Curtis...belly to belly suplex! Mariah back to her feet...elbow drop!
SS: Ouch! You wouldn't know it if you weren't a wrestler yourself, but a simple move like an elbow drop is enough to take the wind right out of you!
DM: So true! Mariah back to her feet and nails another elbow drop! Curtis grasps his chest in pain as Mariah is back up once again and is measuring Curtis...knee drop! Cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
DM: Kickout at two! Mariah gets back up and bounces off the ropes...leg drop! No! Curtis rolls out of the way and Mariah's leg bounces off the canvas! Curtis pulls himself up on the ropes as Mariah nurses her leg!
Curtis sizes up Mariah as he starts to stomp her body. Mariah tries to take cover under the ropes but Curtis drags her back into the ring! Curtis drags her back to his feet and sends her running to the ropes with an Irish whip. Mariah comes back off the ropes and Curtis scoops her up... sidewalk slam!
DM: Did you feel the impact on that one?!
SS: I sure did Desireè! Now that's a great move by Curtis!
DM: Mariah arches her back in pain but Curtis doesn't let up as he mounts Mariah and starts to unload on her with rights and lefts! Mariah is being massacred by fists of pure fury from Curtis!
SS: Like a pit bull going straight for the throat! Sick 'em!
The referee starts to count to five warning Curtis about his closed fists. Curtis stands up and lets down a final stomp to the face of Mariah! Curtis on a roll now! Curtis forces Mariah to hwe feet...short arm clothes line! Mariah falls to hwe back and rolls to the outside. Curtis follows him out and starts to give chase. Mariah takes off and rolls back into the ring. Curtis slides back into the ring and is met with a spear by Curtis!
DM: That's gonna leave a mark!
Mariah with another shot to the head of Curtis! Mariah forces him to his feet and hooks him up...suplex! Mariah attempts a cover but Curtis easily kicks out and pushes her off! Both men back to their feet and Mariah hauls off with a forearm shot to the face! And another! Mariah takes off and bounces off the ropes... flying forearm! No! Curtis catches him in mid-air and bring Mariah down hard with a power slam!
DM: Curtis means business here tonight! Curtis grabs Mariah by both legs and sets him up...catapult! Mariah's face smashes off the turnbuckle! Mariah slumps back into the corner as Curtis charges Mariah... body splash!
SS: Wow! That might have just squashed Mariah flat!
Curtis backs off and charges her again and goes for another body splash but Mariah gets a foot up connecting with Curtis's chin! The impact knocks Curtis back and turns him around dazed. Mariah takes off towards Curtis and wraps her arms around his head... bull dog! Mariah with the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
KICKOUT!!!
DM: Another two count for Mariah! Mariah back on the attack with more kicks to the sternum! Curtis slowly making his way back to his feet but Mariah won't let up! Mariah with a right! Curtis returns the message with a right of his own!
SS: Is this a wrestling match or a boxing match?! These two are trying to destroy each other!
DM: You're not joking about that one! Curtis with a left! Mariah with another right! Mariah throws another right but Curtis blocks it and delivers a knee to the gut that folds Mariah in half! Curtis grabs a hold of Mariah and shoves her down...
SS: PILE DRIVER! That could have just broken Mariah's neck! What is he doing? Go for the cover Curtis!
Curtis has Mariah to her feet and sends her to the ropes...Mariah comes back on the return...back body drop! Curtis goes to the top rope and waits for Mariah to get up. She's up and Curtis leaps from the top rope...flying clothes line! Mariah is down and Curtis with the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THR-NO!!! Mariah kicks out!
DM: Curtis doesn't look too happy with the referee right now!
SS: Would you be? It seems like whenever Curtis has Mariah pinned, the referee forgets how to count past two!
DM: Whenever? Curtis has one near fall on Mariah, and Mariah has two.
Curtis back to his feet and drags Mariah up with him. Curtis hooks her and sets her up for a suplex but Mariah turns out of it and locks on a sleeper!
SS: NO! This can't be happening!
DM: I think it may be time to say good night to Curtis!
Curtis starts to struggle as Mariah tightens the hold! Curtis drops to one knee and is starts to fade! The referee lifts his arm and it drops! The referee checks him again but Curtis keeps his arm up! Curtis struggling back to his feet! Curtis with an elbow to Mariah's mid-section and he releases the hold! Curtis takes off to the ropes and returns to Mariah... shoulder block! Mariah goes down and Curtis sets off to the ropes again. Mariah ducks Curtis as Curtis jumps over Mariah and bounces off the ropes again. Mariah tries to leap frog over him but Curtis stops and catches Mariah on his shoulders... powerbomb!
DM: Curtis showing off his strength as he catches Mariah in mid-air and power bombs her almost through the ring!
SS: A fucking weird move coming from what we know of Curtis Wilkes!
DM: You may be right, Curtis is signaling for the end... AND THERE'S THE SNAP DDT!
SS: Well damn!
DM: This one's over!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
*DING DING DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... "THE AUSTRALIAN PSYCHO"... CURTIS WILKES!!!
DM: Curtis with yet another victory!
SS: He's won seven matches in a row... and he STILL is getting snubbed! Fucking bullshit that is!
Curtis celebrates the victory before going out of the ring and shoving the time keeper out of a chair before folding it up. He scares off anybody that he feels will approach him before sliding into the ring. Mariah is just now getting to her feet and Curtis swings the chair for her head... THWACK! Right to the skull the chair connects and Mariah goes down.
DM: What the hell was that for? You already won the damn match!
SS: He's making an example out of anybody on this roster and he's fucking Elite! Nuff said!
Curtis smirks before hitting Mariah repeatedly with the chair to attempt to injure her more. Not satisfied, he wraps Mariah's neck into the chair and kicks at her defenseless body. He now goes to the top rope and looks down, thinking for the Diving Leg Drop he calls the Beheading.
DM: Come on! This is enough! Somebody stop this!
Right as she uttered that, a white gulf of smoke starts filling out in the arena. Through it all, an assaliant decked out in an all familiar white mask and white suit runs down the ramp, hops on the apron and kicks Curtis in the head to where he falls to the mat.
SS: GOD DAMMIT! THAT BITTER MIDGET LATINO IS HERE!
DM: I was going to say! I know that costume very well! We seen it in the very beginning days of PCW! Not to mention Curtis himself was in the costume at Struggle for Power II!
SS: Fucking bullshit!
DM: Quit crying, Shannon!
The White Knight waits for Curtis to get to his feet. Curtis gets up and the man starts striking him with repeated kicks to the rib area. He runs up to Curtis... and hits him with a headscissors takedown. The White Knight waits for Curtis to get back up. Curtis gets up and The White Knight strikes him with the Yakuza kick and Curtis goes down to the mat. The White Knight frees Mariah Lopez from the chair and allows PCW medical personnel to tend to her. He now grabs a microphone and begins to speak.
The White Knight: I hope you don't mind me reprising this costume for one night as PCW's retro night is coming up shortly.
The crowd cheers loudly.
The White Knight: This costume has created some memorable moments in this company. A major part in saving PCW from Fed Killers, and Curtis himself has used this to try and frame me. Even those from Generation Next were inspired by this costume.
The White Knight pauses before he continues.
The White Knight: It's no secret that Curtis and I share history. We have made each other spill buckets of blood and fought each other for championships. His actions as of late have been reprehensible - and I still haven't forgotten what he and Yoshiru have done to me in the past. So for that reason and for old times sake. I think it's safe to say that for the biggest pay-per-view of the year, Battle Finale III. You and I do battle once more. A rematch from the Asylum of Slaughter and on that night... JUSTICE WILL PREVAIL!
The lights suddenly go out. When they return, The White Knight and Mariah Lopez are gone and Curtis Wilkes is left in the ring who is recovering from the Tsunami Strike. He looks around and a look of anger comes across his face.
SS: Curtis is pissed and who can blame him? He was unfairly attacked by Mariano Fernandez who was dressed in The White Knight costume!
DM: Oh, so it was completely fair for Curtis to tease hitting a diving leg drop to Mariah Lopez with her head attached to a folding chair?
SS: He had a point in doing it though!
DM: No he didn't! He was out to seriously hurt somebody and Mariano thankfully stopped it!
SS: Still bullshit!
DM: Whatever! We're going to break, we'll be back after this!
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 16, 2013 15:07:53 GMT -5
We come back from the commercial break and the scene opens up to a boiler room of sorts. But this one has candles being lit up and a rather dark theme being in place. Standing amongst it is a man with a camouflage army mask over his face, a black vest that's partially buttoned up, along with black pants and black boots. He walks around and is pacing but once he catches glimpse of the camera, he stares into it and begins to speak.
Man: I have been observing things for the last six months in Premium Championship Wrestling. Utter chaos, destruction and everything in between. Alliances have formed and some affiliations have crumbled and also there has been a lot of bitching and complaining amongst it, but one thing remains though. PCW is PCW.
The man pauses and looks around his surroundings.
Man: The last time I was seen, I was in a brutal hardcore match and I got hurt but before that, I was battling some little kid that calls himself a Nitemare. One whom I got rid of and I know there will be differing opinions, but I made it all possible. I was getting to the poor lad and it led to him snapping and having poor conduct with whoever he pissed off. I take full credit for that... and you're welcome.
The man now grabs a picture of all of the current champions on the main roster and admires it before speaking once more.
Man: There was a time where I came close to being a champion, on top of the Premium food chain mind you and I liked that feeling. It was so close, I could literally taste it but I eventually lost sight of what got me there but fear not... I will get there again and whoever holds any of the titles... just watch out because a day of reckoning will come very soon.
The masked man makes a throat slashing signal before blowing all of the candles out in the room. We go back to ringside where Jimmy Wilkes is standing ready to announce the combatants of our next match.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following...
Smith: Jimmy!!!!!!!!! Fak, Jimmy. Don’t do it. Sit the fuck down. I’m Smith Jones and I’m ready to fight!!!!!!!!
Smith Jones’ voice echoes through the arena. The tron goes stark white. Every corner of the arena is shocked with extremely white lighting. Some squint from the glow! ‘Carmina Burana’ by Carl Orff plays and Smith Jones comes out on stage.
He’s dressed to compete in his trademark all-white ring attire. The #BroadcastChampionship belt is locked safely around his waist. Smith strides confidently down to ringside and mounts the steps quickly. He wipes his feet and he gets in the ring. Centre. Main Camera. He speaks.
Smith: Fishing time.
Jones jumps out of the ring and puts the belt on the timekeeper’s table. He then rolls back into the ring and turns to face the entrance ramp with a killer look in his eye.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his 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: They lock up! Jones brings Lekkter in and locks in a side head lock! Jones rolls around and locks in a hammerlock! Lekkter Lekkter looking for a way out but Jones has it locked on tight! Lekkter with an elbow to the face...no! Jones ducks it and wraps his arms around Lekkter...belly to belly suplex! Jones back to his feet...elbow drop!
SS: Ouch! You wouldn't know it if you weren't a wrestler yourself, but a simple move like an elbow drop is enough to take the wind right out of you!
DM: So true! Jones back to his feet and nails another elbow drop! Lekkter grasps his chest in pain as Jones is back up once again and is measuring Lekkter...knee drop! Cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
DM: Kickout at two! Jones gets back up and bounces off the ropes...leg drop! No! Lekkter rolls out of the way and Jones's leg bounces off the canvas! Lekkter pulls himself up on the ropes as Jones nurses his leg!
Lekkter sizes up Jones as he starts to stomp his body. Jones tries to take cover under the ropes but Lekkter drags him back into the ring! Lekkter drags him back to his feet and sends him running to the ropes with an Irish whip. Jones comes back off the ropes and Lekkter scoops him up... sidewalk slam!
DM: Did you feel the impact on that one?!
SS: I sure did Desireè! Now that's a great move by Lekkter!
DM: Jones arches his back in pain but Lekkter doesn't let up as he mounts Jones and starts to unload on him with rights and lefts! Jones is being massacred by fists of pure fury from Lekkter Lekkter!
SS: Like a pit bull going straight for the throat! Sick 'em!
The referee starts to count to five warning Lekkter about his closed fists. Lekkter stands up and lets down a final stomp to the face of Jones! Lekkter on a roll now! Lekkter forces Jones to his feet...short arm clothes line! Jones falls to his back and rolls to the outside. Lekkter follows him out and starts to give chase. Jones takes off and rolls back into the ring. Lekkter slides back into the ring and is met with a spear by Lekkter!
DM: That's gonna leave a mark!
SS: Coward!
DM: That's not cowardice, it's called strategy.
SS: It's not fair!
Jones with another shot to the head of Lekkter! Jones forces him to his feet and hooks him up...suplex! Jones attempts a cover but Lekkter easily kicks out and pushes him off! Both men back to their feet and Jones hauls off with a forearm shot to the face! And another! Jones takes off and bounces off the ropes... flying forearm! No! Lekkter catches him in mid-air and bring Jones down hard with a power slam!
DM: Lekkter means business here tonight!
SS: That's right Desireè, tonight is all about sending a message!
DM: Lekkter grabs Jones by both legs and sets him up...catapult! Jones's face smashes off the turnbuckle! Jones slumps back into the corner as Lekkter charges Jones... body splash!
SS: Wow! That might have just squashed Jones flat!
Lekkter back off and charges him again and goes for another body splash but Jones gets a foot up connecting with Lekkter's chin! The impact knocks Lekkter back and turns him around dazed. Jones takes off towards Lekkter Lekkter and wraps his arms around his head... bull dog! Jones with the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
KICKOUT!!!
DM: Another two count for Jones! Jones back on the attack with more kicks to the sternum! Lekkter slowly making his way back to his feet but Jones won't let up! Jones with a right! Lekkter returns the message with a right of his own!
SS: Is this a wrestling match or a boxing match?! These two are trying to destroy each other!
DM: You're not joking about that one Kevin! Lekkter with a left! Jones with another right! Jones throws another right but Lekkter blocks it and delivers a knee to the gut that folds Jones in half! Lekkter grabs a hold of Jones and shoves him down...
SS: PILE DRIVER! That could have just broken Jones's neck! What is he doing? Go for the cover Lekkter!
Lekkter has Jones to his feet and sends him to the ropes...Jones comes back on the return...back body drop! Lekkter goes to the top rope and waits for Jones to get up. He's up and Lekkter leaps from the top rope...flying clothes line! Jones is down and Lekkter with the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THR-NO!!! Jones kicks out!
DM: Lekkter doesn't look too happy with the referee right now!
SS: Would you be? It seems like whenever Lekkter has Jones pinned, the referee forgets how to count past two!
DM: Whenever? Lekkter has one near fall on Jones, and Jones has two.
Lekkter back to his feet and drags Jones up with him. Lekkter hooks him and sets him up for a suplex but Jones turns out of it and locks on a sleeper!
SS: NO! This can't be happening!
DM: I think it may be time to say good night to Lekkter!
Lekkter starts to struggle as Jones tightens the hold! Lekkter drops to one knee and is starts to fade! The referee lifts his arm and it drops! The referee checks him again but Lekkter keeps his arm up! Lekkter struggling back to his feet! Lekkter with an elbow to Jones's mid-section and he releases the hold! Lekkter takes off to the ropes and returns to Jones... shoulder block! Jones goes down and Lekkter sets off to the ropes again. Jones ducks Lekkter as Lekkter jumps over Jones and bounces off the ropes again. Jones tries to leap frog over him but Lekkter stops and catches Jones on his shoulders...powerbomb!
DM: Lekkter showing off his strength as he catches Jones in mid-air and power bombs him almost through the ring!
SS: It's gotta be over now!
DM: You may be right, Lekkter is signaling for the end and if he hits this, Jones might not even make it out of the ring in his own two feet!
SS: Well damn!
Lekkter forces him to his feet and wraps both hands around Jones's throat and lifts him up in the air! He's going for the Death Drop but Jones is holding on for dear life! Lekkter can't force him down and the referee is yelling for Lekkter to release the choke hold! Lekkter ignores the referee but Jones forces him to oblige as he gouges Lekkter's eyes! Lekkter lets go of Jones and stumbles away blinded! Jones grabs Lekkter from behind...back suplex!
DM: It's not over yet Saint! Jones has once again found a way to stay in this match!
SS: Well he better savor the moment because Lekkter won't give him another chance!
DM: Jones out to the apron and climbs the top rope! Lekkter back to his feet and finally notices Jones as he jumps off the top rope...flying cross body! Jones hooks the leg!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
DM: Lekkter kicks out at the last second! Jones is determined to win this match but Lekkter isn't ready to give up either!
SS: That's right Desireè!
Lekkter and Jones both back to their feet. Jones runs to the ropes and charges Lekkter but Lekkter cuts him off with a stiff clothesline to the throat! Lekkters steps back and waits for Jones to get up on his own. Jones struggles to one knee and finally pushes himself up to his feet! Lekkter sets himself up and thrusts his foot into the air...Lekkter kick! No! Jones ducks it and clips the knee of Lekkter Lekkter! Lekkter goes down to on knee and Jones is back up!
DM: I smell a finisher coming up right now!
SS: Funny, I don't smell a thing. Must be your upper lip.
DM: Very funny.
Jones goes for a cutter from behind but Lekkter blocks it and spears him into the turnbuckle! Jones folds up like a chair but Lekkter keeps ramming his shoulder into Jones's abdominal area! Lekkter with a stiff shot to Jones's face and Jones is reeling! Lekkter drags him out of the corner and nails him with another straight shot to the jaw! Jones falls back and leans against the ropes out on his feet! Lekkter senses that Jones is finishes and whips him to the ropes with an Irish whip! Jones on the return and Lekkter sends him flying with a back body drop! No! Jones holds on to Lekkter's neck and brings him down into the BACKSTABBER!
DM: POINT OF CONTROVERSY! Jones nailed it!
SS: I'll be fucking damned, what an upset!
DM: Jones with the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
*DING DING DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall. The PCW Broadcast Champion... SMITH JONES!!!
"Carmina Burana" by Carl Orff plays and Smith Jones gets his hand raised by the referee to boos from the crowd.
SS: And Smith Jones with yet another impressive victory. This man has been on fire and nothing will stop him!
DM: I have to admit you’re right. I can’t see anyone stopping Smith Jones.
As Smith Jones celebrates his victory by taunting his downed opponent, the crowd’s attention shifts to somewhere else.
DM: What’s all the commotion?
Suddenly, Brian Stryker slides into the ring, steel chair in hand. He stands behind Smith Jones, waiting for him to turn around. When he finally does, Stryker swings and hits Jones on the skull with the chair, laying him out.
DM: OH MY GOD! Stryker just hit the Broadcast champion with a steel chair!
SS: THAT PHILLY LOSER! HOW DARE HE RESORT TO SUCH UNDERHANDED TRICKS! HE SHOULD BE FINED!
The single chair shot wasn’t enough for Stryker though. He lifts the chair high above his head and in a scream of primal rage, starts striking Smith’s ribs and back with the chair over and over again. The sound of steel meeting flesh rings out across the arena as the fans start counting the shots.
4…..5……6…….7…….8……9……..10!
DM: Stryker once again losing his mind! Very reminiscent of when he attacked Shannon here.
SS: Don’t remind me.
The crowd thinks Brian is finished with Jones, but they are proven wrong. Brian picks up his steel chair and unfolds it in the center of the ring. He walks over to Smith and brings him to his feet. Brian ducks Smith’s head under his arm and prepares for a Stryke Out DDT, but not before standing in front of the steel chair’s seat.
DM: No way. Stryker isn’t going to do this is he?
SS: That pussy doesn’t have it in him!
Stryker stares coldly out into the sea of faces, cracking his neck to the side. Then with a swift kick, Brian falls back, driving Smith Jone’s skull right into the seat of the steal chair, denting it. Brian lets go of the now unconscious Smith Jones, and stands above him panting like an animal.
DM: I can’t believe what I just saw! Brian Stryker just hit the Stryke Out DDT onto a steel chair!
SS: Yeah but he did it by sneak attacking our champ. He’d never be able to do that face to face.
Brian walks over and grabs Smith’s Broadcast title. He walks back over and stands above his victim and drapes the title across his waist. Checking his work one last time, Brian walks to the ropes and climbs out of the ring. He hops the barricade and starts exiting through the crowd, not looking back at the ring and we go to break from there.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 16, 2013 15:08:58 GMT -5
We come back from the break and Draven Logan Kennedy is walking backstage, a little angered until he's approached by interviewer Monica Garcia.
Monica Garcia: Draven. What are your thoughts of Derek Jacobs being revealed as the masked man who played mind games with everybody?
Draven: I'm getting sick and tired of this shit. Masked men running around everywhere. What's next? Fucking Barney appears? Bullshit.
Monica Garcia: So you're not happy with you and DNA being attacked by him two weeks ago, huh?
Draven: No shit you fucking bitch. I'm pissed off and I am looking for that mother fucker right now. Where the fuck are you, Jacobs? Come out and play with the devil.
Draven shoves Monica to the ground in his pursuit for Derek Jacobs. He starts slamming things around in pure anger. However, little does he know that Jacobs is tiptoeing right behind him. Draven turns around and Jacobs is nowhere to be found.
Draven: Fucking piece of shits.
Draven continues his walk around and Jacobs resumes in following him. After turning the corner, Draven senses somebody is following him and turns around... but again, Derek Jacobs is nowhere to be found. Flustered, Draven starts yelling.
Draven: WHO THE FUCK IS FOLLOWING ME?! SHOW YOURSELF!
Draven says with a frustrated tone in his voice, but the lights go out and Draven can't see shit. But Derek Jacobs' voice is heard.
Derek Jacobs: Draven. Having fun?
Draven: Where the fuck are you, asshole?
Derek Jacobs: That is a very good question. See? You don't know where I am... but I surely know where you are.
Draven: Come out and face me.
Derek Jacobs: I just love it when you don't know what the hell is going on. After all, you've done the same to past victims like Kelly Steele and Mya Denton.
Draven: COME ON! GET AT ME!
Derek Jacobs: Ah, ah, ah. What's the magic word?
Draven: FUCK YOU!!!
Derek Jacobs: So sad. Your uselessness is one reason why I have decided to target you, Draven. It's quite... pitiful.
Draven: Show yourself.
Derek Jacobs: I'll leave you with this, Draven. You won't know where and you won't know how, but I am always one step ahead of you and I will beat the living hell out of you. I promise that.
The lights turn back on in the hallway and Draven is alone with nobody else around. He looks around and the anger on his face is very evident. He punches a wall out of frustration and yells in anger. We head back to ringside where Jimmy Wilkes is ready to call the action.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
As "Long Black Train" by Josh Turner hits the PA system, "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews strides down the aisle in a suit and tie with the PCW Platinum Championship around his waist. In his hand, he carries a Bible and begins his regular sermon as he ventures down to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Deacon Jeremiah, from Redemption, Alabama, weighing in at 275 pounds. He is the PCW PLATINUM CHAMPION... "THE EVANGELIST"... JERRY MATTHEWS!!!
His spiritual liaison, Deacon Jeremiah, accompanies him to ringside with an offering plate, ready to collect money from any believers in the crowd. As he gets to the ring, he climbs through the ropes and removes his suit. He then raises his Bible in a preachly manner to the crowd as they boo incessantly.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
"Blind" by Korn hits and the crowd immediately goes to cheer as Rachel Robinson comes out from the back with a very determined look on her face. She stands there and her eyes are fixiated on Matthews.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, from Winchester, Kentucky. Representing Team Lethality and The Princesses of Lethality... RACHEL ROBINSON!!!
Rachel begins to walk slowly down the ramp, her eyes still on Matthews. She approaches the ring and slides in underneath the ropes. She doesn't play up to the audience and instead waits for the match to begin.
*DING! DING! DING!*
The match begins, and Rachel runs up to Jerry, and begins delivering punches to the head. She connects. She connects with about seven punches, and Jerry is leaning against the ropes. She goes for a eighth punch, but Jerry catches her hand, and begins delivering punches of his own. He connects with about five punches, he then delivers a kick to the midsection, and goes for a scoop slam, but Rachel fights out of it, lands on her feet behind Jerry, and connects with the Ace Of Darkness before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Matthews kicks out and Rachel almost had the upset there!
SS: Thank god! I don't want this weird manly looking bitch to win anyways!
Rachel lifts Jerry to his feet, and goes for a irish whip, but Jerry reverses it into a irish whip of his own, and Rachel runs into the ropes, runs back at Jerry, and Jerry catches her with a clothesline, he then lifts her to her feet, and connects with a suplex before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the head. He connects with about ten punches, he then lifts Rachel back to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before lifting Rachel back to her feet again, and connecting with a scoop slam, he then lifts Rachel to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a back suplex before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the head. He connects with about seven punches, he then goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for Rachel to get to her feet. Rachel eventually gets to her feet, and Jerry leaps off, and connects with Angel's Flight before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: Rachel kicks out before the count of two!
SS: That's alright, Jerry! You'll be beating the fuck out of this bitch in no time!
Jerry lifts Rachel to her feet, and goes for a suplex, but Rachel fights out of it, and reverses it into a DDT, she then waits for Jerry to get to his feet. Jerry eventually gets to his feet, and Rachel connects with a enzuigiri before locking in a camel clutch. Jerry refuses to give up, so Rachel puts more pressure on the hold, but Jerry still refuses to give up, and Rachel eventually loses her grip, and releases the hold, she then lifts Jerry to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before locking in a half boston crab. Jerry refuses to give up, so Rachel puts more pressure on the hold, but Jerry 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 Rachel refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
SS: RELEASE THE FUCKING HOLD YOU DYKE ASS BITCH!
DM: Shut up with your homophobic comments, dick face!
Rachel releases the hold, lifts Jerry to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before lifting Jerry back to his feet, and connecting with a scoop slam, she then waits for Jerry to get back to his feet. Jerry eventually gets back to his feet, and Rachel connects with a spinning wheel kick before locking in the STF!
DM: Matthews with the submission!
SS: Make retard-ette tap!
DM: Retard-ette? That's not a word, dumbass!
SS: Well it is now!
DM: It's still not a fucking word! God damn!
Jerry refuses to give up, so Rachel puts more pressure on the hold, but Jerry still refuses to give up, so Rachel puts even more pressure on the hold, but Jerry 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 Rachel refuses to break the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Rachel releases the hold, and waits for Jerry to get to his feet. Jerry eventually gets to his feet, and Rachel goes for a kick to the head, but Jerry ducks, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before turning Rachel over, and delivering punches to the head. He connects with about ten punches, he then lifts Rachel to her feet, drags her to the middle of the ring, and connects with a suplex before lifting her back to her feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a piledriver, he then lifts Rachel back to her feet again, and connects with a scoop slam before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the head. He connects with about twelve punches, he then lifts Rachel to her feet, and connects with a suplex before lifting Rachel back to her feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a DDT, he then lifts Rachel back to her feet again, and connects with the Hammer of God before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: And Rachel kicks out once more!
SS: Fucking shit! That's bullshit!
Jerry lifts Rachel to her feet, gets behind her, and goes for a back suplex, but Rachel fights out of it by doing a back flip, and lands on her feet behind Jerry. Jerry turns around, and Rachel connects with a spinning wheel kick, she then lifts Jerry to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before turning Jerry over, and locking in the Figure 4 Leg Lock! Jerry refuses to give up, so Rachel puts more pressure on the hold, but Jerry still refuses to give up, so Rachel puts even more pressure on the hold, but Jerry 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 Rachel refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Rachel releases the hold, lifts Jerry to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before locking in a surfboard stretch. Jerry refuses to give up, so Rachel puts more pressure on the hold, but Jerry still refuses to give up, and Rachel eventually loses her grip, and releases the hold, she then waits for Jerry to get back to his feet. Jerry eventually gets back to his feet, and Rachel connects with a enzuigiri before going out to the apron, and climbing to the top turnbuckle, she then waits for Jerry to get back to his feet again. Jerry eventually gets back to his feet, and Rachel leaps off, and connects with a missile dropkick before turning Jerry over, and locking in a armbar. Jerry refuses to give up, so Rachel puts more pressure on the hold, but Jerry 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 Rachel refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Rachel releases the hold, lifts Jerry to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a tornado DDT before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Matthews kicks out, but barely!
SS: He's better than the lesbian!
DM: Yet you state your love for lesbian porn whenever you get the chance!
SS: That's different!
DM: Is it really?
SS: Um... yes!
Rachel locks in a rear chin lock. Jerry refuses to give up, so Rachel puts more pressure on the hold, but Jerry still refuses to give up, and eventually fights out of it by delivering elbows to the midsection, he then delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before lifting Rachel to her feet, getting behind her, and connecting with a back suplex, he then lifts Rachel back to her feet, and connects with a scoop slam before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the head. He connects with about eight punches, he then lifts Rachel back to her feet again, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before lifting Rachel to her feet, and connecting with a suplex, he then lifts Rachel back to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before connecting with a elbow drop to the face, he then goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for Rachel to get to her feet. Rachel eventually gets to her feet, and Jerry leaps off, and connects with Angel's Flight before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Another near fall for Jerry Matthews, who's very much in control at the moment!
Jerry lifts Rachel to her feet, and goes for a scoop slam, but Rachel fights out of it, lands on her feet behind Jerry, and locks in a octapus stretch, Jerry refuses to give up, so Rachel puts more pressure on the hold, but Jerry still refuses to give up, and falls back turning the hold into a pin attempt.
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *Rachel releases the hold*[/i][/b]
Rachel lifts Jerry to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a DDT, she then waits for Jerry to get to his feet. Jerry eventually gets to his feet, and Rachel connects with a kick to the head before turning Jerry over, and locking in the Ankle Lock! Jerry refuses to give up, so Rachel puts more pressure on the hold, but Jerry still refuses to give up, so Rachel puts even more pressure on the hold, but Jerry 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 Rachel refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Rachel releases the hold, lifts Jerry to his feet, drags hm to the middle of the ring, and connects with a scoop slam, she then waits for Jerry to get to his feet. Jerry eventually gets to his feet, and Rachel runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody before lifting Jerry to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a DDT, she then locks in the STF! Jerry refuses to give up, so Rachel puts more pressure on the hold, but Jerry still refuses to give up, so Rachel puts even more pressure on the hold, but Jerry 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 Rachel refuses to give up, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Rachel releases the hold, lifts Jerry to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, gets behind him, and connects with a double knee backbreaker before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Matthews kicks out but barely!
SS: Come on, Matthews! You can take this home!
Rachel lifts Jerry to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and goes for a DDT, but Jerry reverses it into a back body drop before lifting Rachel to her feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a piledriver, he then lifts Rachel back to her feet, delivers another kick to the midsection, and connects with the Savior's Wrath before going for the pin!
SS: This fucking bitch is done! ALL HAIL JERRY FUCKING MATTHEWS!!!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall. The PCW Platinum Champion... "THE EVANGELIST"... JERRY MATTHEWS!!!
At the sound of the ring bell, Deacon Jeremiah, Harbinger, and Pestilence slide in the ring, and join “The Evangelist” in beating down Rachel. All of a sudden the lights in the arena go out.
SS: Where the fuck are the lights?
DM: You've asked this question one too many times already, dumbass!
The lights come back on, and the crowd cheers loudly as Jeremiah, Harbinger, and Pestilence are lying prone in the ring. Ryan ''the Reaper'' Robinson and Aurora Rose are standing right behind Matthews, Reaper brandishing his signature black golf club and Aurora carrying a Singapore cane.
DM: OH YEAH! MATTHEWS IS TRAPPED! HE'S TRAPPED AND TEAM LETHALITY'S RYAN "THE REAPER" ROBINSON AND AURORA ROSE ARE BEHIND HIM!
SS: FUCK! Don't turn around!
A concerned look crosses Jerry's face as he notices his downed comrades. He slowly turns around and notices the identity of the assailants. Before he’s able to act, Aurora takes a big swing and canes Matthews in his mid-section. Reaper then nails Matthews with a monstrous shot the skull with his golf club. Matthews drops to the ground like he was shot. Reaper then drops his golf club and picks up the prone preacher, kicks him in the stomach and delivers the Reaping Death Drop!!!!
DM: REAPING DEATH DROP TO THE PLATINUM CHAMPION! REAPER IS SETTLING THE SCORE!
SS: This is UNFAIR! THIS IS HEINOUS!
DM: Shut up, dimwit! This is justice!
“America” by Deuce hits the sound system, and the crowd cheers loudly as Reaper and Aurora stand victoriously over the downed members of the Saints of Veritas. Reaper raises his golf club and Aurora her Singapore cane before checking on Rachel Robinson.
DM: Reaper and Aurora get a measure of revenge for what happened earlier in the night!
SS: Stupid Team Lethality cowards!
DM: They got revenge, asshole! Deal with it! This rivalry between Matthews and Reaper is heating up!
SS: Matthews is going to eliminate Raper! I can feel it!
DM: It's REAPER, you brainless old man! We're going to our final break! When we come back, we'll present you with our main event of the evening!
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 16, 2013 15:09:09 GMT -5
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is your MAIN EVENT match up of the evening, scheduled for ONE FALL!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
Duality hits, and the lights go off in the arena, signaling the arrival of Syn. They come up moments later, and Syn is sitting down indian style on The Announce Table. He smirks darkly, before he jumps off and walks over to the steel steps, then enters the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: In the ring, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 216 pounds... SYN!!!
He calmly removes his trench coat and hands it to a stage hand, before he walks over to a corner and climbs to the top turbuckle, sitting down as he waits for his opponent.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
"Psych! Excessive Exposure" by Tommy Violet hits, and the crowd immediately goes to boos. Liam Reilly makes his way out to the ramp, with his hood up and his mask on, looking at the floor. He stops at the ramp and slowly raises his head to look out to the crowd, as a single spotlight illuminates him.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Sussex, England, weighing in at 265 pounds... "THE REDEEMER"... LIAM REILLY!!!
He then looks at the ring before walking down to it, ignoring the fans as he walks down. He slides under the ropes, then walks to the corner, facing into the ring. He stares at the floor and lowers his hood, removes his mask, and waits for the match to start.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And here we go! Our main event of the evening is now underway!
SS: Go Syn! Especially because Liam hit me two weeks ago!
DM: Which you deserved, tubby!
Syn and Liam lock up and Liam turns it into a side headlock and takes Syn down with a snapmare, but still keeps the headlock in-tact. Syn gets back to a vertical base and picks Liam up... and slams him down with a back suplex. Syn gets back to his feet and places his boot on Liam's forehead... and stomps on him a few times before letting off to allow some time for Liam to recover.
SS: That's right, Syn! Show him how it's done!
DM: You don't even know how it's done, dumbass! Can't comment if you have never wrestled a legitimate match in your life!
Syn gets Liam up to his feet, and whips him into the corner. Liam's crashes back first into the corner as Syn immediately rushes in... and hits him with a lariat. Liam stumbles and Syn hits him with a snap suplex. Syn isn't done as he brings Liam to a seated position and places his knee directly against the spine. Syn grabs Liam's arms and wrenches back for the submission. Liam is struggling, and he's able to rise to his feet. And Syn quickly grabs Liam... and drops him right back down to the mat with a Russian Leg Sweep. Syn with the first cover of the match...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: And Liam kicks out at two!
SS: Fuck me!
DM: Nobody would... although I can call up one of the Hollywood Glamor Boys and they can go 50 Shades of Grey on your ass!
SS: ....
Syn brings Liam back to his feet and applies a side headlock. Liam forces Syn off in to the ropes... and Syn drops Liam back to the mat with a shoulderblock. Liam gets back to his feet, but Syn this time lays Liam out with a clothesline. Syn continues to attack as he applies a rear chinlock to the former Platinum Champion. Liam again is quick to return to his feet as he shoves Syn off in to the ropes. Syn off the rebound... and Liam catches him with a drop toe hold.
DM: Liam with a very smart move here to take down the number one contender for the World title!
SS: Damn him!
DM: Well you're gonna be more pissy at this one, Taint! Liam gets Syn back to his feet, kicks him in the gut... and hits him with a Northern Lights Suplex, and has the bridge for the pin attempt!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: And this time, Syn kicks out!
SS: Thank god! Syn's not going to go down that eas!
DM: You're right, but anybody is beatable on any given night and you cannot deny that!
Syn returns to his feet, as does Liam. Liam catches Syn with a kick to the gut. Liam grabs Syn in a front facelock... and drives him to the mat with a DDT. Liam gets back up to his feet and bows to boos from the crowd. He gets Syn back up and levels him down with a scoop slam. He quickly bounces himself off of the ropes... and hits a leg drop across Syn's throat. He quickly hooks the leg for the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
Syn kicks out at the count of two! Liam gets Syn back up and lets him stand there. Liam runs towards him, but Syn drills him with a forearm to the face to take him down. Liam gets back up and Syn whips him into the ropes. Syn bends over and prepares for a back body drop as he anticipates Liam coming back off the rebound... but Liam doesn't do so and instead, kicks Syn right in the face. Syn gets up and Liam drops him with a right... and another one before dropping him with a clothesline.
DM: Liam is in complete control right now!
SS: Come on, Syn! Take it home!
Liam heads to the top and waits for Syn to get back up. Syn does so, but Liam flies off... and hits a diving uppercut to the jaw of Syn. Syn goes down and Liam gets back up to a vertical base. He doesn't waste anytime as he starts stomping on the legs of Syn. He now drags him to the middle of the ring by the legs and goes to turn Syn over on his belly. It takes a moment... but he eventually locks Syn in a Texas Cloverleaf.
DM: Texas Cloverleaf! The Redeemer has it locked in tightly!
SS: Come on, Syn! Get out of this! You know what to do!
DM: He's got it on tight and this directly also applies pressure to Syn's back which is without question still sore from taking a huge spear through the barricade in his match against Reaper two weeks ago!
The referee checks on Syn... but he refuses to give up. He struggles, trying to pull himself toward the ropes, but Liam leans back to apply more pressure. Syn is inches his way toward the edge of the ring... he's close... almost there... and he's got it. Larry calls for the break, and Liam still has the hold locked in. Larry then begins to exhibit the mandated five count...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
DM: And right before the count of five, Liam releases the hold!
SS: While an effective strategy, Syn could have been injured!
DM: This is wrestling, idiot! There is a big possibility of getting hurt!
Liam goes to grab Syn by the legs once more, but Syn kicks Liam off of him and then rolls to the outside to catch a breather, but Liam quickly follows. Liam grabs Syn and slams him head first in to the barricade. Liam arrogantly showboats and the crowd boos him. Syn stumbles as he makes his way around the ring, and Liam decides to give chase. Syn slides in the ring and as Liam approaches the apron... Syn rushes in and hits him with a baseball slide that causes Liam to crash hard into the announce table. Liam gets back up and Syn leaps over the ropes...
DM: SUICIDE DIVE! Syn connected HUGE with that high risk move and it's paid off dearly!
SS: Syn's the fucking man!
DM: I recall you not being a fan of his not too long ago! How long until you not be a fan of his again?
SS: Shut up!
Desiree hits Shannon in the jaw. Meanwhile, Syn is back to his feet and he picks Liam up as well. He picks him up... and slams him onto the table. Liam is laid out and is in a reverse hangman's position on the announce table. Desiree and Saint get out of dodge as Syn has something planned. He runs up... and dropkicks Liam in the face and the table moves a tad and Liam goes back to the mat. The referee now begins the mandated ten count...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!
SIX!!!!
Syn rolls out of the ring to break the count but quickly rolls back out. He gets Liam back up and slams him head first into the steel steps. He does it again... and again... and again, and Liam is hurting after the shots on the steel steps. Liam stumbles around and Syn appears behind him and rolls him back into the apron before sliding in afterwards. Syn gets Liam back to his feet. He sizes him up, leaps up... and plants Liam down with a Leaping Reverse STO he calls Insanity's Edge. Syn quickly goes for the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: Just barely Liam kicks out!
SS: Stupid ref! Learn to count faster!
DM: That was a fair count, Taint!
Syn gets up and is now stalking Liam. He picks apart any body part available by stomping on it. Syn grabs Liam's arm and slams it down onto the mat. He grabs it once more and continues to slam it down again... and again... and again. Liam's arm is officially beat up here and Syn decides to take advantage by locking in an Armbar hold. Liam fights through the pain, refusing to tap. Syn losing strength in his arms but he hangs on, rearing back on Draven with everything he’s got. Liam is fading fast here. The referee lifts Liam’s arm once. It drops...
ONE!!!!
The referee raises it again, and it drops faster...
TWO!!!!
The referee raises the arm of Liam Reilly for a third time...
THRE---NO!!!!
Liam still has some fight left in him and he starts to power up as he raises back to a vertical standing with Syn still having the hold locked in on him. He delivers a few elbows to the gut of Syn to get him to break away. Syn stumbles and Liam now hits him with a few good lefts and rights. Liam steps up... and delivers an enzuigiri to the skull of Syn. Syn's still standing, but Liam now places Syn in position and goes for it...
DM: BROKEN BUTTERFLY! Liam Reilly with the Butterfly Backbreaker to Syn!
SS: DAMMIT!
DM: But unfortunately for Liam, he can't capitalize after all the damage Syn had done to him, mostly from outside of the ring!
SS: Good! Don't capitalize!
DM: Both men are down and Larry Smith is starting up the ten count! Which of these two will get up first?
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!
SIX!!!!
Both Syn and Liam start to stir.
SEVEN!!!!
EIGHT!!!!
NINE!!!!
TE---NO!!!!
Both men get to their feet. Liam immediately lands a right to boos from the crowd. But Syn fires right back with one of his own to a more positive reception from the fans. The two of them start firing back and forth and it's an even fight with neither gaining a true upperhand here. Syn tries for a grapple, but it doesn't work as Liam evades it, grabs Syn and puts him in position... and hits him with a Butterfly Suplex called Beautiful Butterfly. And Liam has the cover here...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THRE---NO!!!!
Syn kicks out at two! Liam looks at the referee with a frustrated expression on his face. Liam gets Syn back up and backs him into the corner. Liam gets on top and starts punching Syn in the head. The fans count along with him and after the count of ten, Liam gets off and Syn slumps down to the ground. Liam smirks and goes for a running facewash... and hits it. He now waits for Syn to get back to his feet. Syn gets up and Liam runs for him, hoping for a spear... NO! Syn leapfrogs and Liam is sent into the ropes. Liam stumbles out... and Syn hits him with a Pendelum Backbreaker and immediately makes the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THRE---NO!!!!
DM: Liam just barely kicks out!
SS: NO! DAMMIT NO! This is bullshit! Straight up bullshit!
DM: Oh come on, Taint! You know that was fair!
Syn pounds the mat in frustration. He places Liam to his feet. He grabs the arm... and locks him in the cross armbreaker. Liam is dead center in the ring as Syn has the hold locked in tightly. Liam thinks about tapping, but goes against it and starts to find a way to get out of it. He uses his strength to get back to his feet. He has Syn in the air... and drops him down with a back suplex. Despite the hurt arm, Liam drags himself to Syn and covers him for the pin attempt...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE---NO!!!!
DM: Just barely Syn kicked out!
SS: AHH! Good job, Syn! Good job!
Liam gets up and shakes the cobwebs off, trying to get his arm back to normal. He waits for Syn to get back up. Syn gets up, but stumbles around. Liam runs up... and hits him with a Backstabber. Liam is now focused and Syn is finding it harder to get to his feet, but he does just that. Syn gets up and Liam hooks him up, going for The Redeemer... NO! Syn gets out of it, but manages to grab both of Liam's arms and goes for it...
DM: THE KILLING JOKE! From out of nowhere, Syn turns Liam's attempt to hit The Redeemer... into The Killing Joke!
SS: This one is DONE!
DM: Syn with the cover!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... SYN!!!
"Duality" by Slipknot hits and Syn lays there after an exhausting bout with Liam Reilly and the crowd cheers.
DM: Syn with the victory, although Liam Reilly tried his damnest to get that win and was very close towards doing so on a number of occasions!
SS: Syn's better than he is without question! He's primed and ready for Battle Finale III!
Syn stands tall, but that is replaced as "Not Listening" by Papa Roach hits the speakers and the crowd goes to mostly boos. Syn's facing the rampway, but instead of Jay coming out from there, he comes out from under the apron and slides in behind Syn. He waits for Syn to turn around. Upon realizing that Jay hasn't come out. Syn turns around... only for Jay to spray him in the eyes with some form of green mist.
DM: Good fucking god! That's green mist! Green fucking mist!
SS: DAMN! This kid has gone insane! I love it!
Syn is blinded and Jay picks him up onto his shoulders... quickly drives him down to the mat with the Thunder Driver. Syn is down and Jay gets back up to his feet with a huge smirk on his face as the crowd boos.
DM: The people can't stand Jay Thunder these days, especially after winning the World title just two weeks ago!
SS: He's a changed man and I for one love the change!
Jay Thunder grabs his PCW World Heavyweight Championship and upon looking down at his opponent for Battle Finale III, he raises the title high in the air to mostly boos from the crowd. As Jay stands tall with the title in the air, we...
Fade to Black.
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