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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 30, 2013 14:15:22 GMT -5
Warning: The following content is rated TV-MA and it is for mature audiences only. This program has the strong possibility of containing extreme graphic violence, strong profanity, nudity and/or strong sexual content and does not cater to the politically correct and those who are easily offended. Viewer Discretion is advised. [Two weeks ago on Saturday Night Rapture. We witnessed Jay Thunder gaining an advantage on Syn by spraying him in the eyes with green mist following Syn defeating Liam Reilly in the main event. He proceeded to lay Syn out with the Thunder Driver afterwards, sending "The Dark Disciple" a strong message. In addition to that, we saw PCW Hall of Famer Mariano Fernandez make his return by saving Mariah Lopez from being beheaded by Curtis Wilkes and the feud between Ryan "the Reaper" Robinson and Jerry Matthews was as chaotic as it ever has been.
Tonight, we have a spectacular show as Syn and Mariano Fernandez will do battle in our main event. Smith Jones and Liam Reilly join forces to face Hano Eiyu and Brian Stryker in tag team action. Jerry Matthews and William Steele face off in non-title action. Lekkter tha Lunatik goes up against one of the rising stars of the company Reyna Carter. Curtis Wilkes and Draven Logan Kennedy face off in a rematch from the first and only Super Clash event. Leon Lonewolf returns and takes on the entire Jobbers for Hire in a Gauntlet match. Derek Jacobs has his first PCW match up in seven months as he takes on Konstantine Weylin, and Paris makes her PCW debut as she faces Aurora Rose.
And on top of all of that. Tonight, members of Team Baker and Team Morgan will be revealed, we have another edition of the Reaping Death Show with special guests The Princesses of Lethality and the PCW World Tag Team Champions Da Xtreme Dynasty along with Talia Skye. And not to mention, will Talia Skye answer the challenge Morgan Simmons laid out to her two weeks ago? Find out all of that and much more as tonight's show emulates from the American Airlines Arena in Miami, 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 American Airlines Arena in Miami, Florida as the sold out crowd of 19,600 fans are all on their feet, electrified. Fireworks and pyro blast off from the entrance stage as light blue strobes flow throughout the arena. The fireworks and pyro die down as the focus switches to the commentator's table where Desiree Miles and Shannon Saint sit at ringside.DM: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another edition of Saturday Night Rapture, live on the Premium Television Network! Tonight's episode takes place from the American Airlines Arena in Miami, Florida! I am the voice of PCW, Desiree Miles alongside Shannon Taint and we are on the road to Battle Finale III! SS: Damn right we are! We're edging closer and closer and my god, there are some gorgeous women in this city! Enough women to provide me with loads and loads of a good spank bank! DM: Ewww! Disgusting! Why did you have to say that? SS: Because I need to find me a bitch in the audience who will fuck me! That's why! DM: You're a sexist pig, Taint! But back to reality, we have a great card tonight! It's action packed as only PCW can bring to you! SS: No doubt! Eight matches on tap! Aurora Rose facing the debuting Paris, Konstantine Weylin against a returning Derek Jacobs, Leon Lonewolf against the Jobbers for Hire, Curtis Wilkes and Draven Logan Kennedy face off in a rematch from Super Clash nearly two years ago, Lekkter tha Lunatik and Reyna Carter go at it, Jerry Matthews and William Steele face off in a non-title match up! Smith Jones and Liam Reilly go up against the team of Brian Stryker and Hano Eiyu and in our main event, Syn will go up against PCW Hall of Famer, Mariano Fernandez! DM: And that surely will be a huge test for Syn heading into his World title match up at Battle Finale III! Mariano is a tough opponent for anybody and despite this being his second singles match in nearly two years... he has proven he can still bring it! SS: The gnat is great in the ring! I'll give him that, but Syn's gonna find a way to win this one! DM: We'll find that out later tonight! The chorus of "Not Listening" hits the P.A system, as the lights turn a dark red. Jay Thunder slowly walks out from behind the curtains, grinning evilly in the direction of the ring. After standing on the stage, looking around the packed arena, he begins his slow walk to the ring area, the World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. Upon arrival, he skips entering the ring to walk around it, straight to the time-keeper's booth. He grabs a microphone before finally sliding in, grasping the microphone with a smirk on his face.
He went to speak, when "Duality" by Slipknot played and the lights dimmed, signifying the arrival of Syn.DM: That's Syn's music! It can only mean one thing! He's coming! SS: I don't see him comin' out behind that curtain! I don't see it at all! The lights came up a few moments, and Syn was standing right behind him, smiling evilly. Jay doesn't realize it as Syn is behind him as he kept yelling for Syn to show himself. SS: Jay, whatever you do! DON'T TURN AROUND! Jay gives up after a bit, cursing under his breath. As he's turning around, he notices Syn behind him. Ducking under a punch attempt, he grabs Syn, lifting him up and slamming him into the ground. Jay began punching away at Syn, only for Syn to reverse it and starts laying into Jay with the stiff strikes. Jay to push him off and scrambles to get back to his feet. Syn spears Jay into the corner and the two continue to brawl as security sprints down to the ring in order to break them apart. They manage to pull Syn off of Jay and try to drag him to the opposite corner - Jay leaps out of the corner and takes down Syn and the security as the fight continues!DM: This is a fight! Champion and challenger can't wait to get it on! SS: And I don't blame Syn one bit! He's seething from getting his eyes sprayed with mist two weeks ago from the champion Jay Thunder! Jay gets a few punches of his own in on Syn, directing most of them to Syn's good eye, before security manages to pull them apart once more. This time, Syn breaks free and throws a stray punch, connecting to Jay's nose before being pulled back yet again by security. Syn then turned and struck a security guard, before he shrugged another one off and ran at Jay and the two began brawling yet again! The security tried to pull the two apart for a second time, and this time Jay throws them aside and begins shouting at them to stay out of the way. Syn was slumped in the corner, bleeding from the eye as Jay began elbowing the injured eye.DM: That's the injured eye! The eye that was injured nearly two years ago at the hands of Ryan "the Reaper" Robinson! SS: AHHH! And he's bleeding too! This isn't good for Syn! Jay taunted Syn as he nailed him again with a shot to the bloody eye, sending him down to a knee. He brought Syn back to his feet and went for another shot - Syn counted and nailed Jay with a vicious headbutt to the nose! Jay staggered back from the shot as blood began pouring out of his nose, and Syn takes him down and begins striking away. Suddenly, the Locker Room began emptying out and wrestlers began trying to tear the two apart. The Disciples and several others managed to pull Syn off of Jay and hold him in a corner, while others pulled Jay out of the ring.DM: The show just started and already do we have chaos! SS: In PCW, we're all about a chaotic atmosphere and we love blood as well! DM: These two will battle for the PCW World Heavyweight Championship in San Diego, California on April 27th at Battle Finale III, and things are already boiling over right here in Miami! Syn laughed manically as the blood poured down his face as he stared down Jay. Jay shouted back at Syn as he held up The World Heavyweight Championship as we cut to commercial.**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 30, 2013 14:16:02 GMT -5
We come back from the break and in the ring is Jimmy Wilkes who is eager to announce the competitors of our first match up of the night.
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!
"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 while Alexis Knight walks behind her.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, being accompanied by Alexis Knight, from Erie, Pennsylvania... AURORA ROSE!!!
Aurora and Alexis walk down the ramp together and Aurora slaps hands with the fans a few times. They reach the end of the ramp and they talk strategy. Aurora nods at Alexis' words of encouragement before sliding under the ropes and giving the rock signal to the camera.
Jimmy Wilkes: And her opponent!
Light Go Out I could Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit Feelin’ lit feelin’ light, 2 am summer night. I don't care, hand on the wheel, drivin drunk, I'm doin’ my thing Rollin the Midwest side and out livin’ my life getting’ out dreams People told me slow my road I'm screaming out fuck that Imma do just what I want lookin’ ahead no turnin’ back if I fall if I die know I lived it to the fullest if I fall if I die know I lived and missed some bullets As I'm on the pursuit of happiness and I know everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold I'll be fine once I get it, I'll be good.
The smoke machine goes off on the entrance ramp along with some strobe lights. Throught it all, Paris makes her way from behind the curtain to boos from the crowd with her bodyguard Dimitiri Petras right behind her. Paris stands on the ramp and a spotlight comes down on her.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, being accompanied by Dimitiri Petras, from Thessaloniki, Greece... "THE BEAUTIFUL NIGHTMARE"... PARIS!!!
She begins to dance her way down the ramp as Dimitiri walks behind her looking intimidating. She goes to kiss a young fan but puts her hand in the child's face instead. She laughs as the child cries. She walks up the steps and stands on the ramp. She runs her index and middle finder seductively as she blows a kiss to the fans. She gets in slowly under the top rope. She runs her hands up and down her body before going to the corner and waiting for the match to begin.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And here we go! These two are wasting no time as they charge into a collar and elbow tie up, Paris is working Aurora back into the corner, using her strength to force Aurora back!
SS: Paris is a very WICKED woman! Just how I like it!
DM: But Aurora counters under takes Paris into a rear waist lock, and now sweeps her to the mat!
SS: Aurora looks as lost as a skinny geek competing in a strong woman competition!
DM: Rude as always, Saint, but Aurora is putting on a scientific battle right here! Mexican armdrag on Paris!
SS: This is a smart strategy as long as you keep a girl like that on the mat... hehehe.
DM: ... And still a pervert as well.
SS: Hey! That was uncalled for! But look! Paris now breaks her arm free and gives Aurora an elbow to the jaw for the hell of it! Paris gets herself up, and lands a big boot into Aurora's mid-section! Aurora is now back tracking as she drops out of the ring to avoid further punishment!
DM: Good strategy if you need to catch a breather...
SS: ... But Paris won't give her the opportunity, sliding underneath the ropes and approaching Aurora who isn’t even paying attention! Paris whips her around and now heaves her up for a scoop slam!
DM: Not this time, Aurora slides off out of Paris’s grasps and drops down behind her... Dropkick to the back! And she quickly follows up with a backbreaker across the knee!
SS: That skinny little geek is beating my dear Paris!?
DM: Well right now, it damn sure looks like it, Saint! Aurora drags Paris to her feet! She stuffs her up in the ring and follows suit hastily! She’s not going to let Paris breathe!
SS: Gotta admit it's a good strategy... for a skinny little geek.
DM: SHUT UP, SAINT! Aurora isn’t still shooting into the pin and is instead going to lift Paris up to her feet! She leans her up in the corner and now drills her with a series of forearm shots!
SS: BUT WAIT! Paris is getting infuriated with each one, and now Paris strikes back with a melee of strikes right into the midsection! She lifts Aurora right here... and DRIVES HER into the canvas with a devastating Spinebuster! WHAT AN UPSET!
DM: Look at the violent look on Paris's face!
SS: Paris heaves Aurora’s leg up, and the referee is down for the count!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Nope! Aurora kicks out at two!
SS: Aurora is on the rebound from that devastating maneuver, as she’s using the ropes to prop herself up here, but Paris is also on her way to a vertical basis!
DM: Aurora is up but she needs to get off the ropes! Here comes Paris like a runaway train but Aurora ducks under and launches Paris up and over the top rope! Aurora turns now... SPINNING HEEL KICK ON PARIS! RIGHT TO THE HEAD!
SS: HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
DM: That shot echoed through the arena right here! Paris collapses down on the apron and she looks like she's in bad shape!
SS: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
DM: Paris is out like a light on the apron and Aurora just needs to follow up! COVER BY Aurora!
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Paris puts her shoulder up!
SS: YES!!! DESTROY HER, Paris!!! YOU CAN DO IT!
DM: Saint, have you had your pressure checked? You look like you're going to blow an artery!
The fans seem to be more fired up for Aurora as they chant her name throughout the arena. Aurora draws Paris to her feet on the apron. Aurora now pulls Paris’s head over the top rope and it looks like she has a guillotine in mind. But Paris will have none of it, and shoots Aurora off across the ring. Aurora comes back for to strike but Paris drives an elbow right into her gut!
SS: Paris now draws Aurora out over the middle rope and drills her with a knee right into the skull, sending Aurora tottering back into the ring!
DM: Paris is taking this to the air, I’d be careful if I was her, that is an unforgiving territory! Paris is going for a flying head scissors... NO! COUNTER POWERBOMB BY Aurora!
SS: FUCKING HELL! HOW DID SHE MANAGE TO DO THAT!?
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: Sooo close! She almost had it!
SS: ALL CREDIT TO PARIS! SHE'S VALIANTLY CONTINUING THIS MATCH!
Both ladies are making their way to their feet right here at an equal pace. Aurora throws a fist but Paris blocks it and drives her knee into Aurora’s ribs. Paris now lifts Aurora and drives her down with a thunderous gutwrench powerbomb!
SS: Paris isn’t done, she doesn’t release her hold and now heaves her back up for yet another powerbomb, planting her in sit out position and right into the pin!!!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THRE---NO!!!!
DM: That’s a downright impressive display from Aurora, it took a lot to kick out from that one!
SS: WHAAAAAAAAAAT!? SHE SHOULD HAVE BEEN OUT! THAT WAS A FUCKING FAST COUNT!
DM: Oh come on Saint, you know damn well that kicking out of a powerbomb is no small feat! And this case is no different from past ones! Paris is back up and leads Aurora to her feet, she signals for the end to the crowd! She's coming up on Aurora, staggering from behind...
SS: FATAL ATTRACTION! FATAL ATTRACTION!
DM: Paris going for the hangman's neckbreaker! NO! AURORA STRUGGLES TO BREAK FREE, AND SHE PULLS AN IRISH WHIP ON PARIS!
SS: THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!?
DM: Paris rebounds of the ropes... SHINING WIZARD BY AURORA! RIGHT TO PARIS'S TEMPLE!
SS: FUCK!!!
DM: COVER BY AURORA!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
SS: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here's your winner... AURORA ROSE!!!
The bell rings, and Aurora begins to celebrate her victory over the debuting Paris. However, her celebration is cut short as Josh Turner’s “Long Black Train” hits over the arena’s PA system. The crowd begins to boo loudly as PCW Platinum Champion “The Evangelist” Jerry Matthews appears at the top of the entrance ramp with Deacon Jeremiah. Matthews has his title belt draped over his left shoulder and he has a mic in his right hand. Aurora turns to face the two as they appear on the stage.
Matthews: Aurora, two weeks ago, you took it upon yourself to aid that moronic pitchman Ryan “The Reaper” Robinson in gaining revenge for my latest assault on him earlier in the show. Not only did you play a part in taking me out, but you took out each and every one of my allies, and left them face down and out cold. I’m here to make sure that you pay for your sins. I would warn you to prepare yourself.
Aurora looks around as she goes over and is handed a mic as she puts a hand on her hip.
Aurora: Ok Preacher, you want it, then come and get it but don't whine like a bitch when I send your ass right back to Hell
With that, Matthews throws down the mic, and he and Jeremiah begin to walk down the entrance ramp, with surely the worst of intentions in mind. Aurora begins to gesture for them to hurry up, as she seems well prepared. She doesn’t notice the crowd beginning to boo yet again though. This is because Harbinger and Pestilence have made an appearance, having previously been hidden underneath of the ring!!! Both men crawl out from under the ring apron, and then slide into the ring silently behind Aurora.
DM: Oh good god! Aurora is in trouble!
SS: This is gonna be good!
Without further warning, Harbinger runs and delivers a vicious chop block to Aurora’s right knee. Aurora goes down quickly and begins to favor her injured knee. Pestilence then bounces off the ring ropes on the far side and delivers a leg drop across Aurora’s throat. By now, Matthews and Jeremiah have entered the ring. Jeremiah reaches into the pocket of his suit jacket and pulls out a tire iron. Harbinger and Pestilence pick up a prone Aurora, and hold her arms while Jeremiah delivers a punishing shot with the tire iron to her skull.
DM: Shot after shot! And for what? What on earth did Aurora do to them?
SS: They're sending Reaper a message! Loud and clear!
Matthews watches all of this with a sadistic smile on his face. He pauses, and removes the Platinum belt from his shoulder. He places the belt on the ring canvas and moves over to Aurora. He picks her up and kicks her in the gut before picking her up to deliver the Savior’s Wrath. He holds her up in position for about ten seconds before dropping her down hard across the title belt!!!
DM: Savior's Wrath onto the Platinum Championship! Aurora has been destroyed by Jerry Matthews and the Saints of Veritas!
SS: Poor poor Rora! Jerry Matthews is taking charge!
The crowd then begins to cheer as Ryan “The Reaper” Robinson, Rachel Robinson, Mariah Lopez, Bella-Brooks Robinson, and TJ Parks appear at the top of the ramp and run in to attempt to make the save. Matthews motions for Harbinger and Pestilence to pick up the prone Aurora, and the Saints of Veritas exit the ring as Team Lethality slides into it. The Saints hop the barricade and exit through the crowd. Matthews raises his title belt and Jeremiah his tire iron while Harbinger and Pestilence are still carrying Aurora and begin to taunt Team Lethality while the crowd showers them with boos.
DM: This ain't right! They have literally just kidnapped Aurora Rose!
SS: Come on! Let me have a slice before you go off with her!
DM: You're disgusting Taint! Utterly disgusting!
Reaper begins to point and yell at the members of the Saints, and the camera zooms in on Reaper’s face which is marked with a mix of rage, contempt for the latest actions of the Southern pastor, and concern for his fellow stablemate. The Saints walk away with an unconscious Aurora in tow as Reaper is seething of anger and Team Lethality stands behind him. From there, we go to commercial break.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 30, 2013 14:16:46 GMT -5
We are back from the break and "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. Reyna has the PW United States Championship belt on her shoulder before walking down the ramp. She has her hands up in the air, blowing off the fans who boo her. She hops on the apron and gets in the ring. She grabs a microphone and stands in the middle of the ring, soaking in the negative reaction she's getting. She then begins to speak and the reaction has slightly died down along with her music.
Reyna Carter: Look what I got PCW? Look what I got.
The crowd boos as Reyna holds the Pride Wrestling United States Championship. She smirks as the crowds boos for her intensify.
Reyna Carter: I know, I know. You're all happy for me. I love you too.
The crowd boos and yells "shut the fuck up" at Reyna who continues.
Reyna Carter: Seriously though, I said I would begin my ascent to the top and I did just that by beating Hano Eiyu with ease on the 15th edition of the Premium Academy. Beating that masked coward won me my Pride Wrestling United States Championship...
Reyna quickly frowns when she calls the title by it's proper name.
Reyna Carter: Excuse me. This isn't the US title in my eyes. The United States of America is bloody atrocious. It's a shame. This is the Pride Wrestling European-Canadian Championship. England and Canada's Most Glamorous Export has to represent in a big way you know.
Reyna says with a smirk as the crowd boos.
Reyna Carter: Anyways. I beat Hano Eiyu with ease to win my European-Canadian Championship, proving that he's not on my level. Well he never was to begin with.
Reyna laughs to herself which gets the fans to boo her even more.
Reyna Carter: I mean seriously. Hano Eiyu couldn't defeat me in Louisville. If I had a chance, I would have pulled off his mask. Then again, he's probably really ugly underneath and despite all of you being morons...I wouldn't dare subject you to see such grotesque looks.
"Theta Titanium" by Dope Stars Inc blasts through the arena. The crowd begins to cheer as Hano Eiyu comes out from backstage.
Hano Eiyu: That is enough, Reyna Carter. The referee may have been deceived by your cunning tricks, but you cannot fool me.
The crowd cheers louder.
Hano Eiyu: The name of the PW United States title will stay even if you hold the title. If you won without cheating your way, then I would have taken off my mask immediately. But you cheated. And you need to learn your lesson.
Reyna cannot help but laugh to herself. She looks up at Hano and begins to speak.
Reyna Carter: You teaching me a lesson? Oh that's rich. What exactly are you going to teach me, Hano? How to wear a mask in public like a coward?
The crowd boos and Hano isn't none too happy at that comment from the champion.
Reyna Carter: To you and the idiots of the PCW Universe. This may be the Pride Wrestling United States title...but this...this is the European-Canadian title and whether you think it was fair or unfair. I still won the title, and Hano, you need to realize that you don't measure up to the level I am on.
Hano Eiyu: You didn't win. You cheated. And only a real coward does that. I may wear a mask, but I know how to actually fight my own battles.
The crowd roars in cheers.
Hano Eiyu: Using whatever forbidden move makes you slime. It just proves that your potential is way worse than any other superstar in the roster. However, I will forgive you once we face each other in a rematch at the Pride Wrestling for your championship. Maybe you can actually prove that you're a real champion and not someone living in a lie.
The crowd chants "accept it", but Reyna quickly cuts them off.
Reyna Carter: Silence you fat bloody idiots.
The crowd boos louder at Reyna.
Reyna Carter: You are proving yourself to be moronic. It doesn't matter how you win...just as long as you win, and I win. Just because I may use underhanded tactics, does not make slime. How dare you call me hurtful names like that. But unlike you, I hold a championship. One that I am going to make more prestigious than any other championship available.
Reyna says with a smirk.
Reyna Carter: As for you getting a shot at the European-Canadian Championship? The answer is no. You had your shot in Louisville...and you failed. You have to go to the back of the line and earn your opportunity while you can watch me be a real champion and turn back every challenger who decides to step up to me.
The crowd boos really heavily, but Hano raises his hand to the crowd to silence them.
Hano Eiyu: Very well then. Since you are too scared to fight me again, I advise you to watch yourself, Miss Carter. Your actions will not go unpunished.
The crowd becomes confuse as murmurs fill the audience. Reyna Carter is slightly angry at his previous remark.
Hano Eiyu: You reap what you sow.
"Theta Titanium" blasts through the arena as the two stare at each other with fury in their eyes.
DM: Hano wants revenge against Reyna and honestly, I can't blame him!
SS: Well he's not going to get it because Reyna is going to mop the floor with him when they meet up once more!
DM: Whatever you say, Taint! Whatever you say!
Cut to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
"Until The End" by Avenged Sevenfold hits and the crowd cheers loudly Derek Jacobs comes out to the ramp and has a look of arrogance on his face. He stands there and looks around the crowd.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, also from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 285 pounds... "DOCTOR PAIN"... DEREK JACOBS!!!
Once the lyrics kick in, he starts making his way to the ring, still possessing a very cocky look on his face. He taunts the crowd before climbing into the ring. He looks around and hits all four turnbuckles and raising his arms before waiting for the match to begin.
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!*
The match begins, and Konstantine runs up to Derek, and begins delivering punches to the face. She connects with about five punches, she then runs into the ropes, and runs back at Derek, but Derek catches her with a powerslam, he then lifts Konstantine to her feet, and connects with a scoop slam before lifting Konstantine back to her feet, and connecting with a belly to belly suplex, he then lifts Konstantine back to her feet again, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before connecting with a leg drop, he then lifts Konstantine to her feet, and connects with a scoop powerslam before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the head. He connects with about ten punches, he then lifts Konstantine back to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a back suplex before lifting Konstantine back to her feet again, and connecting with a sidewalk slam, he then lifts Konstantine to her feet, and connects with a suplex before lifting Konstantine back to her feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a DDT, he then lifts Konstantine back to her feet again, and irish whips her into the ropes. Konstantine runs back at Derek, and Derek catches her with a big boot before going for the pin!
DM: A devistating big boot from Derek Jacobs! This match could be over!
SS: It's not over! Konstantine is going to kick out! Mark my words!
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
SS: Told you! Konstantine kicked out!
DM: A broken clock is right twice a day, moron!
SS: What's that supposed to mean?
DM: You know what it means!
Derek lifts Konstantine to her feet, and goes for a scoop slam, but Konstantine fights out of it, lands on her feet behind Derek, and connects with a neckbreaker before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. She connects with about seven punches, she then begins delivering stomps to the face. She connects with about five stomps before lifting Derek to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a DDT, she then lifts Derek back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before lifting Derek back to his feet again, and connecting with a scoop slam, she then connects with a elbow drop to the face before lifting Derek to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a Russian leg sweep before waiting for Derek to get back to his feet. Derek eventually gets back to his feet, and Kontantine runs into the ropes, runs back at Derek, and connects with a running bulldog, she then waits for Derek to get back to his feet again. Derek eventually gets back to his feet again, and Konstantine runs into the ropes, runs back at Derek, and connects with the DEBASER before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: Jacobs kicks out at two!
SS: He can have one or two kickouts! Doesn't mean he's better than Konstantine though!
DM: Both are great wrestlers, no doubt!
Konstantie lifts Derek to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and tries going for a piledriver, but she fails to lift him, and he reverses it into a back body drop, he then lifts Konstantine to her feet, and connects with a sidewalk slam before kneling down, and delivering punches to the face. He connects with about twelve punches, he then lifts Konstantine back to her feet, and connects with a suplex before lifting Konstantine back to her feet again, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a DDT, he then lifts Konstantine to her feet, and connects with a scoop powerslam before lifting Konstantine back to her feet, and connecting with a belly to belly suplex, he then connects with a leg drop before lifting Konstantine back to her feet again, and connecting with a sidewalk slam, he then lifts Konstantine to her feet, and connects with a scoop slam before delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about fifteen stomps, he then lifts Konstantine to her feet, drags her to one of the turnbuckles, and connects with snake eyes before dragging her to the middle of the ring, and going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Konstantine kicks out just in the nick of time!
SS: Thank god! Let's on Miss Konstantine! Eat his eyeballs out!
DM: What the hell are you talking about?
SS: Don't know, but I am hungry for a roast beef sandwich though!
DM: I don't care to know that, Taint! I only care about the match at hand!
Derek lifts Konstantine to her feet, and looks to be going for the Payday! NO!!! Konstantine fights out of it, and lands on her feet behind Derek. Derek turns around, and Konstantine 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 connects with a second elbow drop to the back of the head before lifting Derek to his feet, and connecting with a scoop slam, she then lifts Derek back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a neckbreaker before connecting with a elbow drop to the chest, she then connects with a knee drop to the face before delivering stomps to the face. She connects with about eight stomps, she then lifts Derek back to his feet again, gets behind him, and connects with a Russian leg sweep before lifting Derek to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a back suplex, she then connects with a leg drop before delivering stomps to the midsection. She connects with about ten stomps, she then lifts Derek to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with SUICIDE IS PAINLESS before going for the pin!
DM: HOLY SHIT!!! Konstantine Weylin just delivered a inverted Death Valley driver to a two hundred and eighty five pound man!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Somehow, someway, Derek Jacobs kicks out!
SS: Come on, ref! That was a three! You know it was too!
Konstantine lifts Derek to his feet, and goes for a suplex, but she is unable to lift him, and he reverses it into a suplex of his own before delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about ten stomps, he then lifts Konstantine to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a back suplex before lifting Konstantine back to her feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a piledriver, he then kneels down, and begins delivering punches to the head. He connects with about twelve punches before lifting Konstantine back to her feet again, and connecting with a belly to belly suplex, he then lifts Konstantine to her feet, and connects with another belly to belly suplex before lifting Konstantine back to her feet, and connecting with a scoop powerslam, he then lifts Konstantine back to her feet again, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before lifting Konstantine to her feet, and connecting with a Gorilla press slam, he then lifts Konstantine back to her feet, and connects with a chokeslam before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: And now Konstantine with the kickout! She manages to kick out of that chokeslam!
SS: She's a tough cookie! Not to mention fucking deranged and awesome! She's the total package!
Derek lifts Konstantine to her feet, and irish whips her into the ropes. Konstantine runs back at Derek, and Derek goes for a big boot! NO!!! Konstantine ducks, runs into the ropes, runs back at Derek, and connects with a flying shoulder tackle, she then lifts Derek to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before lifting Derek back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a neckbreaker, she then lifts Derek back to his feet again, gets behind him, and connects with a Russian leg sweep before lifting Derek to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with another neckbreaker, she then kneels down, and begins delivering punches to the face. She connects with about fifteen punches before delivering stomps to the midsection. She connects with about ten stomps, she then begins delivering stomps to the face. She connects with about seven stomps before connecting with a knee drop to the face, she then lifts Derek to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before lifting Derek back to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a DDT, she then lifts Derek back to his feet again, delivers another kick to the midsection, and connects with another DDT before going for the pin.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Jacobs kicks out again after that wicked looking DDT!
SS: DAMMIT! Stay down, you lumberjack!
DM: Shut up Nutty Professor wannabe!
Konstantine lifts Derek to his feet, delivers a third kick to the midsection, and goes for a third DDT, but Derek reverses it into a back body drop, he then lifts Konstantine to her feet, and looks to be going for the Payday! NO!!! Konstantine fights out of it, lands on her feet behind Derek, and connects with the VOO DOO CHILD before going for the pin!
DM: Jacobs got nailed with the Voo Doo Child! And Konstantine with the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... "THE MORNING STAR"... KONSTANTINE WEYLIN!!!
"Torniquet" by Marilyn Manson hits and as the ref goes to raise Konstantine's hand, she slowly turns her head to referee Ricky Tiffin and stares at him emotionless, like she's going to kill him. Tiffin backs away and Konstantine turns her head towards the audience and stares at them, still emotionless, before rolling out of the ring and up the ramp.
DM: Konstantine with the impressive win here! She rebounded nicely after that loss to William Steele!
SS: She's a beast! This woman is somebody who should be feared by everybody! She's going to be a force to be reckoned with soon!
As Konstantine reaches the back, Derek Jacobs manages to get to his feet but the lights suddenly go out. When they come back up, Remi Lebau and Logan are in the ring and they are laying shots upon Derek Jacobs.
DM: That's DNA! DNA is attacking Derek Jacobs two on one!
SS: You know they haven't forgotten what happened to them when it was revealed that Jacobs was behind all of that! They're here for payback!
Remi and Logan continue to beat the hell out of Jacobs, but Dr. Pain is attempting to fight back against the Dawn of the New Age. He shoves Logan aside and starts attacking the 500 pound Remi Lebau. In the midst of it, Draven appears out from under the ring and slides in with a hammer in hand. As Jacobs starts to get the upperhand over Remi. Draven strikes Jacobs in the left knee with the hammer and Jacobs goes down to the mat.
DM: Aww dammit! Just as Jacobs had the advantage, Draven attacks him from behind!
SS: Such a small world after all! Kick some ass guys!
Remi, Logan and Draven start stomping on Jacobs as it's a three on one attack. Remi and Logan start the stomping and hold Jacobs as he screams profanity at the trio. Draven smirks before raising the hammer... and dropping it down onto Derek's left knee and he screams in agony.
DM: Good lord! Another shot to the knee! Jacobs is hurting badly!
Draven smirks before hitting Jacobs in the knee again and again and again before dropping the hammer. He and DNA look down at Draven and look at the audience who boos them loudly. They each pose together as Jacobs lays on the mat clutching at his knee in pain.
DM: Draven and DNA put some damage on Derek Jacobs and his knee!
SS: They took no bullshit and for once, they come out with an advantage!
DM: They did! No question about it!
We go to the back to see PCW General Manager James Baker watching the show from the comfort of his office. As he takes a sip of his tea, his door is kicked open and the entire Jobber Division barge in. Kyle Sync, Jerry Static, Dick Taylor, Jake Norton, Ray McCord, Jerry Scarletti, Samantha Hale, Vincent Mathews, Radar, Thor, and The Demolition Man all surround James as he sets down his tea.
James: Hello, dickwads. How can I help you?
Kyle Sync: How can you help us? How about firing us? We are sick and tired of being treated like shit. We are tired of this minimal wage bullshit and we cant do jack shit. We have no insurance, we make almost no money, and we want out.
Jake Norton: So either you terminate our contracts or call your pussy-ass boss of yours to do it for you.
Jerry Static: Or we will make you terminate us.
James eyed everyone of them before leaning back in his chair.
James Baker: Well, I would love to help you all, but as you know, your original contracts stated that any sort of unacceptable fuckups would result in eternal torture as a Jobber for life. So if you have anything el-
Before James could finish, Jerry Scarletti slammed his palms down on his desk as he leaned uncomfortably close to James
Jerry Scarletti: Listen, you cocksucker. You and I have some history, so you know what happens if I don't get in my way. And you know it involves me and my boys here kicking your ass all the way to Timbuktu and taking over PCW ourselves.
James glares at Jerry with a fiery passion, then smirks.
James Baker: Fine. Before y'all get your panties in a bunch, since we are way ahead of schedule, we have extra TV time, so you better drag your carcasses to the ring right now, and if you beat my opponent in a Elimination Handicap Match, I will personally Future Endeavor you all. If you lose, then you guys better figure out how to pay your hospital bills.
The Jobbers look at each other, then nod and turn back to the General Manager
Vincent Mathews: Fine. It's a deal. Who's the meat we get to feast on.
James Baker: Hold your horses, Vinny Faggot. Now I wont tell you who, but I will hint that he is a PCW Hall of Famer.
The crowd cheers and the Jobbers widen their eyes in surprise, then smirk.
Jake Norton: We got this. This asshole may be a Legend, but it's 11 on 1. We got this. Let's go.
The jobbers exit the room and James Baker turns around, sipping his tea while looking off in the distance.
James Baker: Its about time to show me if you rusted up or ready for Battle Finale, my dear friend...
Baker sips his tea and we go to a commercial break.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 30, 2013 14:17:38 GMT -5
We come back from break and Jimmy Wilkes is standing in the ring, ready to call the next match up.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is a Gauntlet match!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first, already in the ring, from Wilmington, Delaware, representing the Jobbers for Hire... Jerry Static!
The crowd gives no reaction for the jobber.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
SCREAM! SHOUT!
... ...
SCREAM! SHOUT!
WE ARE THE FALLEN ANGELS!!!
A blaze of fire explodes, surrounding the stage, the ramp, and the ring itself. Static does not know what the hell is going on as "Fallen Angels" hits the P/A, followed by massive pop. As the lyrics begin to play, Leon Lonewolf walks out slowly, then stops in the middle of the stage. As the song gets a little faster, he raises his arm to cheers from the crowd, unleashing a barrage of black, red, and white fireworks.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at 245 lbs. He is a member of the PCW Hall of Fame... "THE HONORABLE DEMON"... LEON LONEWOLF!!!!!!!!
Leon walks down the ramp, high-fiving the crowd. As he makes it to the end of the ramp, he runs into the ring and slides in. He jumps up and climbs the turnbuckle, taunting the crowd. He jumps down and climbs another one, taunting. He jumps down the turnbuckle and eyes the stage for the match to begin.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And this Gauntlet is underway!
SS: It's an ass kicking contest! Total domination!
The match begins, and Static runs at Leon, but Leon catches him with a big boot, he then lifts Static to his feet, and connects with a suplex before connecting with a knee drop to the face, he then runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with the Lionsault before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *Leon stops the pin*
DM: And this one is still going!
SS: Lonefag... I mean Lonewolf is going to send a message!
DM: I swear if any wrestler hears you insult them through that headset of yours... I don't have your back!
Leon lifts Static to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with the Lionheart before going for the pin again!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Jerry Static has been eliminated!
The Demolition man gets in the ring, and Leon delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT, he then lifts Demolition man to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before lifting Demolition man back to his feet, and connecting with a chokeslam! he then locks in the Wolven Assault! and Demolition man quickly taps out!
Jimmy Wilkes: The Demolition man has been eliminated!
Ray McCord gets in the ring, and Leon runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody, he then lifts McCord to his feet, and connects with a powerslam before lifting McCord back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a German suplex, he then runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with the Lionsault before locking in the Liontamer! and McCord quickly taps out!
Jimmy Wilkes: Ray McCord has been eliminated!
Jake Norton gets in the ring, and Leon connects with a spinning wheel kick, he then lifts Norton to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a Russian leg sweep before wifting Norton back to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a DDT, he then lifts Norton back to his feet again, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a gutwrench suplex before lifting Norton to his feet, and connecting with a chokeslam, he then lifts Norton back to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with the Lionheart before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Jake Norton has been eliminated!
Radar gets in the ring, and begins delivering punches to Leon's head, he connects with about seven punches, but they don't seem to phase Leon one bit. A concerned look crosses Radar's face, and her runs into the ropes, then runs back at Leon, but Leon catches him with a dropkick, he then lifts Radar to his feet, and connects with a scoop powerslam before lifting Radar back to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a piledriver, he then runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with the Lionsault before locking in the Liontamer! and Radar quickly taps out!
Jimmy Wilkes: Radar has been eliminated!
Jerry Scarletti gets in the ring, runs up to Leon, and connects with a forearm to the back, but it doesn't seem to phase Leon. Leon turns around, and Scarletti begs him to have mercy, but Leon connects with a kick to the head, he then lifts Scarletti to his feet, and connects with a backbreaker before lifting Scarletti back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a half nelson suplex, he then lifts Scarletti back to his feet again, and connects with a chokeslam before turning him over! and locking in the Wolven Assault! and Scarletti quickly taps out!
Jimmy Wilkes: Jerry Scarletti has been elminated!
Kyle Sync gets in the ring, and Leon connects with a enzuigri, he then turns Sync over, runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with the Lionsault before lifting Sync to his feet! delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with the Lionheart! he then lifts Sync back to his feet, delivers another kick to the midection, and connects with another Lionheart before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Kyle Sync has been eliminated!
Samantha Hale gets in the ring, and slaps Leon across the face, but it doesn't phase Leon at all. He delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with the Lionheart before turning her over, and locking in the Wolven Assault! and Samantha quickly taps out!
Jimmy Wilkes: Samantha Hale has been eliminated!
Thor gets in the ring, grabs Leon by the throat, and yells ''FEEL THE WRATH OF THOR!!!''. Leon just rolls his eyes, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with the Lionheart before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Thor has been eliminated!
Dick Taylor gets in the ring, smirks at Leon, and says ''you can't beat me. I'm Elite.'' before shoving him. Leon connects with a chokeslam before locking in the Liontamer! and Dick quickly taps out!
Jimmy Wilkes: Dick Taylor has been eliminated!
Vincent Mathews gets in the ring, and yells ''I HATE MY LIFE!!!'' before running at Leon, and going for a punch to the head, but Leon catches his fist, and delivers a punch of his own. Vincent falls down, holds his face in pain, and begins crying before rolling out of the ring forcing the ref to start a ten count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
FIVE!!!
SS: Is this faggot serious? He's actually fucking leaving like a bitch?
DM: People like Vincent Matthews are cowards!
Vincent begins making his way to the backstage area.
SIX!!!
SEVEN!!!
Leon shakes his head, and goes to the outside forcing the ref to restart the ten count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Leon runs at Vincent, and connects with a forearm to the back, he then lifts Vincent to his feet, and begins dragging him back to the ring.
FIVE!!!
SIX!!!
SEVEN!!!
EIGHT!!!
Leon slides Vincent in the ring before sliding in the ring himself, he then lifts Vincent to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with the Lionhart before turning him over! locking in the Wolven Assault! and Vincent quickly taps out!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... "THE HONORABLE DEMON"... LEON LONEWOLF!!!
"Fallen Angels" hits and the crowd cheers as Leon gets his hand raised. He grabs a mic and soaks in the mix of "Welcome Back" and "Lonewolf" chants from the crowd. The crowd cheers as we pan back to ringside! He waves his hands up, signalling the crowd to get louder and raise the roof. After a few minutes, Leon calms them down and begins to speak.
Leon Lonewolf: Well, it's about time things get a bit more demonic, don't ya think so?
The crowd cheers
Leon Lonewolf: And if you think that was entertaining, then get a load of this. I am back as a fulltime wrestler, which means the Age of Honor is back, baby!
The crowd cheers some more.
Leon Lonewolf: And now that I'm back, I want to address a little somethin' somethin'. There have been rumors flying around about a potential match between "The Honorable Demon" Leon Lonewolf...
The crowd pops
Leon Lonewolf: ...and "Da Xtreme Gangsta" James Bakah!
The crowd pops some more.
Leon Lonewolf: So Let me get this off my chest. My first match against him was my debut in professional wrestling. late October, 2009. Classic Wrestling Federation. We had a hell of a match, but James managed to get the win. Fast foward to November of 2010. Lonewolf vs. Baker II in a Hardcore Match at The Asylum of Slaughter. Another hard fought bout, but after he DDT'd me through a table, he managed to crawl on top for the 1, 2, 3. Now, we come to April of 2013...I am throwing down the challenge. I am removing the white glove and challenging The General Manager himself to 1 final bout. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm still eyeing the Tag Team Titles, but before I go after the cronies, I take out the main man. So Mr. "Da Xtreme GM" Why don't you come on down here and make this official. I know you want this rubber match more than I do, so come down here so we can talk, out here, in front of this Orlando crowd!
The crowd takes in the cheap pop as Leon awaits James to come out. Soon enough, "II Trill by Bun B feat. Z-Ro and J. Prince hits and the crowd roars as James Baker comes out from the back with a microphone in hand. He walks down the ramp and slides in underneath the bottom rope. He looks at Lonewolf with one of his eyebrows raised and begins to speak once the music has died down.
James Baker: Nice little run down of our history together, Mr. "Honorable Demon". Real nice and we indeed have a storied history to go along with our stories careers in this business.
James pauses before continuing.
James Baker: Let me remind you that it was you who did smash a television over my head. Granted at the hands of a fucking retard who claims to have IED but is putting on an act, yet that's not important at this moment and time. And no matter how you slice it... there's no way and I mean no way that Da Xtreme Dynasty will be taken out. Da Dynasty lives on forever and ever ever whether I lead them or if it's just Kev, J.T. and Talia runnin' shit by themselves.
The crowd cheers loudly.
James Baker: But I'm gonna get to the point here. You want a match against The King of Hardcore at Battle Finale III?
Leon Lonewolf: Damn right.
James Baker: Well I see no problem with it, homie. But we gonna make this a little more interesting. You see, I wouldn't agree to a fucking thing if I didn't have a special match in mind and me being the King of Hardcore and you being The Honorable Demon. We both know we can't do shit without going to the extreme.
The crowd cheers.
James Baker: With all of that being said. We're going to have a match alright, but not just any type of match. We're going to do this... in a FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH!
The crowd roars in approval.
DM: MY GOD! A FALLS COUNT ANYWHERE MATCH BETWEEN THESE TWO LEGENDS!
SS: Brutality and carnage is being served!
James Baker: How ya like that, homie?
Leon Lonewolf: I'm more than okay with that, my friend. It's on.
The crowd cheers as James and Leon shake hands. They share a staredown and the crowd goes wild. They stare each other down as we then head to commercial break.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 30, 2013 14:18:11 GMT -5
We come back from break and "Still I Rise" by Shadows Fall hits and the crowd goes ballistic with cheers as Danielle Lopez steps from behind the curtain. She is in her street attire of a Team Lethality t-shirt, jeans and black and pink skate shoes. She walks down the ramp and slaps hands with the fans before getting into the ring. She grabs a microphone and stands in the middle of the ring. Once her music dies down, the crowd's cheers are heard throughout the American Airlines Arena. She places the microphone to her lips and begins to speak.
Danielle Lopez: Miami, Florida. I have to admit, it's really nice to be here.
The crowd cheers loudly.
Danielle Lopez: What's not to like? Being a California girl, it has a lot of sunshine, beautiful scenaries and the beach is incredible. The only thing that people from my state and here have against each other is that most Laker fans hate the Miami Heat and vice versa. Me being a die hard Lakers fan, I am indifferent to the Heat... but I do acknowledge just how good LeBron and the Heat really are. Huge respect from this Laker fan.
The crowd cheers once more.
Danielle Lopez: Now onto business. Two weeks ago, I made Reyna Carter tap out to a Modified inverted surfboard into a double wrist lock hold I call The Submission That's Not So Nice and afterwards, Talia Skye and I made that arrogant piece of trash sleep with da bitches so she can shut her ass up and learn some humility.
Danielle pauses for a moment before continuing.
Danielle Lopez: Yet what I read on her Twitter account doesn't in fact surprise me. She went as far as to call our match "a fluke", saying I cheated to win. You've got to be fucking kidding me. That's one of the most bullshit excuses I have heard in my life, and considering what pests we had around here not too long ago... that's stretching it quite a bit.
The crowd cheers.
Danielle Lopez: I'm not going to waste anymore time. Reyna Carter, get your arrogant little rich bitch ass out here right now. You want to talk shit? I'm right here. DO IT TO MY FACE! Let's go. Chop chop. I'll be standing right here all night long if I have to.
Danielle is all fired up and paces around the ring as she awaits the arrival of Reyna Carter. Right on cue, "Hush Hush; Hush Hush" by Pussycat Dolls hits and the crowd boos loudly as Reyna Carter walks out with the PW United States Championship on her shoulder and a microphone in her hand. She walks down the ramp arrogantly and speaks on the microphone.
Reyna Carter: Tsk, tsk, tsk. Typical bloody American. You believe your bark is more lethal than your bite. How funny.
Reyna says with such confidence as she climbs the steps and gets in the ring.
Reyna Carter: Let's be honest, Danielle. You had the upperhand two weeks ago with you and your has been of a BFF laying me out and placing a Black Rose on my body. Yeah... that was fair.
The crowd boos Reyna.
Reyna Carter: A two on one attack, yet I played by the rules.
Danielle Lopez: Really Reyna? Really?
Reyna Carter: Yeah. Really.
Danielle Lopez: That's funny. I seem to recall it differently, Reyna. Grabbing the ropes to cheat at every single hand. In fact, you did that more times than not in the match. At one point, you even grabbed my tights to try and gain an extra leverage. And you call me a cheat when you've attempted to take so many shortcuts in our match? HA! So hilarious, and you even did the same thing when you won that title on your shoulder, you cheating bitch.
The crowd pops huge and Reyna's not too happy about what was just said about her, but Danielle continues.
Danielle Lopez: Face it, I beat you fair and square two weeks ago and you have to live with it. And by the way, you should come up with something more original because the has been argument? It's already been proven to be bullshit. Talia and I already displayed that we are not has beens. I haven't hit my prime yet and I'm already a hall of famer in this company. But I would be more than happy to show you once more just how lethal I truly am. That is... if you're not afraid of this "has been" challenging you to kick your ass once again.
Danielle awaits for Reyna's reply towards her. Reyna stares at the Hall of Famer and smirks before giving her reply.
Reyna Carter: You got it. We'll have a match at the biggest show of the year. But there's one thing. It won't be you who does the ass kicking. No, it will be England and Canada's Most Glamorous Export. The Pride Wrestling European-Canadian Champion and you will just have to... live with that.
Reyna reaches back and SLAPS Danielle across the face. Danielle goes to retaliate but Reyna quickly rolls out of the ring to boos from the crowd.
DM: Reyna Carter's really doing her damnest to piss off "The Lethal Latina"! Not a smart move!
SS: I think this is brilliant! Get inside Danielle's head and make her really mad! Reyna knows what she's doing!
DM: Does she really? It's looking like she is still highly butthurt about being made to submit! And making somebody tap out is NOT a fluke!
SS: Danielle barely got by!
DM: You're ridiculous! A PCW HALL OF FAMER DOES NOT GET FLUKE WINS! Get it through your head, dumbass!
SS: Meh!
DM: Anyways, let's send it to the ring where Jimmy Wilkes is ready to announce the competitors of our next match up of this explosive night!
Cut to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
The heavy bass strokes signal the beginning of "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" by Grinspoon and the crowd explodes into a mixture of cheers and boos as Sickboy appears on the stage. He takes his time walking down the aisle, looking over at fans in the front row who are either cheering or booing at him.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Sydney, Australia weighing in at 265 pounds. He is a member of the PCW Hall of Fame... "THE AUSTRAILIAN PSYCHO"... CURTIS WILKES!!!
He smiles at them and continues walking. he then climbs the ring steps and steps through the ropes into the ring. He holds out his arms, soaking in the reaction from the crowd, before he leans against his corner.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
"I Came To Play" by Downstait hits and Draven Logan Kennedy comes out to the ramp, looking as pissed off as ever.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from London, Ohio, weighing in at 246 pounds! He is a member of the PCW Hall of Fame... "THE APOCALYPTIC MADMAN"... DRAVEN LOGAN KENNEDY!!!
He slowly walks down the ramp, smirking the entire way. He talks trash about the crowd before stepping on the steel steps and enters the ring. He goes to the top rope and looks into the crowd to more boos from the crowd. He hops down and looks rather angrily while standing in his corner.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: They lock up! Draven brings Curtis in and locks in a side head lock! Draven rolls around and locks in a hammerlock! Curtis looking for a way out but Draven has it locked on tight! Curtis with an elbow to the face...no! Draven ducks it and wraps his arms around Curtis...belly to belly suplex! Draven 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! Draven back to his feet and nails anothis elbow drop! Curtis grasps his chest in pain as Draven is back up once again and is measuring Curtis...knee drop! Cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
DM: Kickout at two! Draven gets back up and bounces off the ropes...leg drop! No! Curtis rolls out of the way and Draven's leg bounces off the canvas! Curtis pulls himself up on the ropes as Draven nurses his leg!
Curtis sizes up Draven as he starts to stomp his body. Draven tries to take cover under the ropes but Curtis drags his back into the ring! Curtis drags him back to his feet and sends him running to the ropes with an Irish whip. Draven comes back off the ropes and Curtis 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 Curtis!
DM: Draven arches his back in pain but Curtis doesn't let up as he mounts Draven and starts to unload on him with rights and lefts! Draven 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 Draven! Curtis on a roll now! Curtis forces Draven to his feet...short arm clothesline! Draven falls to his back and rolls to the outside. Curtis follows him out and starts to give chase. Draven 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!
Draven with another shot to the head of Curtis! Draven forces him to his feet and hooks him up...suplex! Draven attempts a cover but Curtis easily kicks out and pushes him off! Both men back to their feet and Draven hauls off with a forearm shot to the face! And another! Draven takes off and bounces off the ropes... flying forearm! No! Curtis catches him in mid-air and bring Draven down hard with a power slam!
DM: Curtis means business here tonight! Curtis grabs Draven by both legs and sets him up...catapult! Draven's face smashes off the turnbuckle! Draven slumps back into the corner as Curtis charges Draven... body splash!
SS: Wow! That might have just squashed Draven flat!
Curtis backs off and charges him again and goes for another body splash but Draven gets a foot up connecting with Curtis's chin! The impact knocks Curtis back and turns him around dazed. Draven takes off towards Curtis and wraps his arms around his head... bull dog! Draven with the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
KICKOUT!!!
DM: Another two count for Draven! Draven back on the attack with more kicks to the sternum! Curtis slowly making his way back to his feet but Draven won't let up! Draven 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 othis!
DM: You're not joking about that one! Curtis with a left! Draven with anothers right! Draven throws another right but Curtis blocks it and delivers a knee to the gut that folds Draven in half! Curtis grabs a hold of Draven and shoves his down...
SS: PILE DRIVER! That could have just broken Draven's neck! What is he doing? Go for the cover Curtis!
Curtis has Draven to his feet and sends his to the ropes...Draven comes back on the return...back body drop! Curtis goes to the top rope and waits for Draven to get up. he's up and Curtis leaps from the top rope... flying clothesline! Draven is down and Curtis with the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THR-NO!!! Draven kicks out!
DM: Curtis doesn't look too happy with the referee right now!
SS: Would you be? It seems like whenever Curtis has Draven pinned, the referee forgets how to count past two!
DM: Whenever? Curtis has one near fall on Draven, and Draven has two.
Curtis back to his feet and drags Draven up with him. Curtis hooks his and sets his up for a suplex but Draven 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 Draven tightens the hold! Curtis drops to one knee and he 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 Draven's mid-section and he releases the hold! Curtis takes off to the ropes and returns to Draven... shoulder block! Draven goes down and Curtis sets off to the ropes again. Draven ducks Curtis as Curtis jumps over Draven and bounces off the ropes again. Draven tries to leap frog over him but Curtis stops and catches Draven on his shoulders... powerbomb!
DM: Curtis showing off his strength as he catches Draven in mid-air and power bombs his 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 AUSSIE PSYCHO"... CURTIS WILKES!!!
"Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" by Grinspoon hits and the crowd engages in a mixed reaction from the crowd.
DM: Curtis did it! Curtis has beaten Draven once more and has recorded his eight consecutive victory!
SS: Beating Draven has become rather easy as of late! Despite the attack on Derek Jacobs earlier in the night... this isn't the same Draven from late 2010/early 2011!
DM: While that maybe, but a win is always a win, no matter what!
SS: I'm not saying that at all! Hell, Curtis continues to rack off victory after victory!
Curtis looks down at Draven and shakes his head before rolling out of the ring and walking up the ramp. From there, we take a commercial break.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 30, 2013 14:18:50 GMT -5
We come back from a commercial break, and workers are setting the ring up for the Reaping Death Show. Once they finish, they exit the ring, the lights go out for a moment. I hate everything about you by Three Days Grace hits the sound system, a weird purple light fills the arena, and out comes ''the Purple Dragon'' TJ Parks to a good ammount of cheers. He looks around at the fans with a twisted smirk on his face, he then ignores them reaching out to him as he quickly makes his way to the ring. Once he gets to the ring. he rolls his eyes before walking up the steps, and getting in the ring, he then asks for a mic, pulls a note out of his pocket, takes a look at it, and face palms before speaking.
TJ: *annoyed* Reaps. Do I really have to say all of this shit!?
A pyro goes off on the apron, TJ somewhat jumps, and a weird red light fills the arena.
Reaper: *with his voice surrounding the arena* JUST SHUT UP, AND SAY WHAT THE NOTE SAYS BEFORE I BEAT YOU WITH MY GOLF CLUB, AND PUT YOU IN THE LOCK OF DEATH AGAIN!!!
SS: What the fuck is this shit? Fucking weirdo's!
DM: Shut up, idiot! He's putting fear in TJ for running his mouth!
The arena goes back to normal, and TJ looks around with a slightly freaked out look on his face before shaking it off.
TJ: Okay! You don't have to yell, man!
Lightning strikes the stage, TJ somewhat jumps again, a weird blue light once again fills the arena, and it starts raining.
Reaper: *with his voice surrounding the arena* JUST READ WHAT THE NOTE SAYS!!! WE DON'T HAVE ALL NIGHT!!!
It stops raining, the arena goes back to normal again, and TJ lets out a deap sigh.
TJ: *bored* Please welcome the host of the Reaping Death Show, ''the Autistic Psychopath'', ''the Master of Death'', ''the Hardcore/Submission Machine'', ''the Dark Hero'', ''the Extreme Savior'', and ''the next PCW Platinum champion'' Ryan ''the Reaper'' Robinson.
The crowd cheers loudly as the lights go out for a moment. A weird blue light fills the arena, and The crowd erupts with even more cheers as Ryan ''the Reaper'' Robinson is shown standing next to TJ with a mic in his right hand, and his signiture golf club in his left hand. He looks around at the fans with a twisted smile on his face before speaking.
Reaper: Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, Children of all ages, Freaks and Geeks! Welcome to the Reaping Death Show!
The crowd cheers.
Reaper: It feels great to be here in Miami, Florida on the road to Battle Finale III. It's getting very close, and I'm extreamly excited about destroying Jerry Matthews, and becoming the new PCW Platinum champion! I can't wait!
The crowd cheers louder.
Reaper: I don't agree with Jimmy Gambino on very much. I actually don't agree with him on anything for the most part, but he was right when he said the fans in Miami, Florida are great, because you guys are awesome!
The crowd erupts with cheers again. They start a ''Jimmy'' chant, and Reaper looks around with a twisted smile on his face, and shakes his head.
Reaper: I guess everyone has their own opinion.
The fans cheer, and start a ''we want Jimmy'' chant.
Reaper: I'm sorry to tell you guys, but I don't think you're going to get him, or at least not right now as he's not one of my guests tonight.
The fans boo, and Reaper lets out a twisted laugh.
Reaper: Now just in case some of you don't know. I'm not going to only have one guest tonight. Oh no. I'm going to have four guests. Two tag teams to be exact. I would like to bring them out one team at a time. The first team consists of two people I am very close to. One of them is my sister, and the other one is someone I have grown to love like a sister. Please welcome one half of my guests tonight. ''The Silent Ninja'' Mariah Lopez and ''the Princess of the Damned'' Rachel Robinson! the Princesses of Lethality!
"Never Enough" by Five Finger Death Punch hits and the crowd cheers as Mariah Lopez and Rachel Robinson walk out from the back. Mariah wearing a Team Lethality shirt along with a short skirt and heels while Rachel wears a Team Lethality shirt over jeans and boots. They walk down the ring with their arms linked together. They hop on the apron and both step inbetween the ropes. They hug Reaper while they just look at TJ and shake his hand. They each have microphones in their hands.
Reaper: Now to bring out the next team. They consist of two people I would like to say I'm pretty good friends with. One of them is someone who Bella and I have went on a number of double dates with while the other one is someone who I often do alot of traveling with. Especially in Mexico.
Reaper pauses, and a twisted smirk crosses his face.
Reaper: But we actually have a special bonus guest tonight. That's right. This next team will be bringing out someone else with them, and she's not just anyone. She was the very first PWW Women's champion, and she was a founding member of a certain stable. A very special stable at that, and that stable was called the Black Rose Mafia.
The crowd erupts with cheers, and Reaper, Mariah, and Rachel look around with smiles on their faces, and nod while TJ just stands there.
Reaper: If it wasn't for the Black Rose Mafia. Team Lethality would NOT exist. Because you can basically say that Team Lethality is the child of the Black Rose Mafia.
The crowd cheers.
Reaper: Anyways. Please welcome the PCW World Tag Team champions Kevin Styles, JT Banks and their manager Talia Skye! Da Xtreme Dynasty!
"Coming Undone" by Korn hits and the crowd goes to huge cheers. A huge white Limo drives out onto the stage. The driver gets out and then opens the backseat door. First comes out Kevin Styles, who is in an Da Xtreme Dynasty t-shirt, ripped up jeans with a chain wallet on the side, black boots and his half of the tag team titles on his shoulder. After him is the boyfriend/girlfriend combination of J.T. Banks and Talia Skye. Banks in a flashy black Armani suit with the tag team titles on his left shoulder while the LPW World title is around his waist, while Talia is wearing a short black dress with matching heels and the LW Freedom Championship on her right arm.
DM: Look at that! Da Dynasty is here and in style nonetheless!
SS: I really fucking hate these guys! I seriously do!
DM: You're just jealous that they have more style than your fat ass!
The trio walks down the ramp. Styles leading the way while Banks and Talia walk down holding hands. They all reach the end and hop on the apron. Styles and Banks get in while Talia slowly enters through the middle rope, stopping to shake her ass. J.T. spanks her in a playful tone and a giant smirk on his face. Talia returns the smirk and plants a kiss on her boyfriend's lips. The trio grab microphones and they greet Reaper and TJ.
Reaper: First off, I just want to say that it's a honor to have you all on my show this round. I invited the Pac to come, but for some odd reason. I guess they didn't want to.
The crowd boos.
Mariah Lopez: They're probably too busy doing some childish bullshit. Not to mention they're probably sitting there with thumbs up their asses without a care in the world.
The crowd cheers.
Mariah Lopez: But I speak for everybody here when I say I am ecstatic to be back on this show. Not our first time being here and hopefully not the last.
Mariah says with a smile on her face.
Rachel Robinson: The Pac is nothing but a joke, the best tag team they have defeated is Kai and Jay Thunder, and they're not even a real Tag Team! but yes. It is great to be back on your talk show, bro.
The crowd cheers.
Kevin Styles: I'm in agreement with our more worthy opponents. Not that we wouldn't duck anybody in prevention of defending these belts, but Team Lethality is a more worthy opponent and we are acquainted with some of their members. One in particular I am... more comfortable with than others.
Kevin looks at the announce table and blows a kiss to his wife Desiree Miles who blushes.
Kevin Styles: But nonetheless, I'm fucking glad that we're here. Let's get this shit going.
The crowd cheers.
Reaper: Alright. We shall do just that. My first question is for Rachel and Mariah. How does it feel to finally be competing as a tag team on the main roster?
Mariah Lopez: I won't lie. It feels wonderful getting to team up on the main roster against the teams who define what tag team wrestling is in PCW today. We still do our thing in Pride Wrestling and we are set on winning those tag team titles but being on the main roster... it's wonderful.
The crowd cheers.
Rachel Robinson: That's right, babe. We may be on the main roster now, but we haven't left the Premium Wrestling. We will still be doing our thing on there aswell, and we still plan on winning those PW Tag Team championships.
The crowd cheers, and Rachel nods.
Rachel Robinson: As for how I feel about finally getting the oppertunity to team up with the love of my life on the main roster.
Rachel pulls Mariah closer, and plants a kiss on her lips.
Rachel Robinson: It feels great. I was originally planned to be exclusive to what was known as the Premium Academy. Someone from CCP and PWW who they thought would do good in the Premium Academy, but I guess they changed their mind, and decided to send me up to the main roster aswell, but yeah. It feels awesome to finally be here.
The crowd cheers.
Kevin Styles: You know, that's all good and all. Trust me, I have a similar feeling for when J.T. and I reunited our team. Like you guys, we have a desire to be the best and not to sound all arrogant and shit... but we backed that up and we looked good doing it.
J.T. Banks: Word.
The crowd cheers.
Reaper: Alright! now for the next question. This one is for JT and Kevin, and it's actually a question I just came up with. Guys. Rachel just said that ''the best team the Pac has defeated so far is Kai and Jay Thunder, and they are not even a REAL tag team'' Do you two feel she has the right to talk about real tag teams as her and Mariah have only been a tag team for a little while? Personally I think she DOES have the right to, but I'm not going to really get into my reason for that because as the host of this talk show I try my best not to be biased although it happens sometimes.
Kevin Styles: That's a very good question, Reaps. And my answer is not because I respect what Mariah and Rachel do. Far from it, but I fully believe that Mariah and Rachel are a real tag team. They got all the intangibles needed to be a tag team, they have a real solid connection with each other both in and out of the ring and I'll say this, all tag teams begin as random tandems. J.T. and myself began as one but we grew out of that stigma and we are today.
J.T. Banks: Kev makes a point and I share his view on this. Mariah and Rachel are a true team. They travel the roads together, they team up in more than one place, they're a part of a very successful stable together which Kev and I both know how that is for tag teams. Want more proof of them being a well oiled unit? These two slobbin' each other down.
The crowd cheers and Mariah and Rachel kiss each other to prove that point valid.
J.T. Banks: I mean, damn. Ain't no further point needed than what we just saw. If ya'll still doubt of Mariah and Rachel being a real team... then ya'll ain't right.
The crowd cheers again.
Talia Skye: I'm in agreement. The same damn thing was said about The Black Rose Mafia. Danielle, Desiree and I were supposedly not a REAL TEAM at first, yet we proved the doubters wrong. I have no doubt that Mariah and Rachel are a TRUE tag team and anybody who thinks otherwise are just idiots. The only difference between them and some of the other teams in PCW is their lack of experience working together, but they'll pick that up in time!
The crowd cheers.
Reaper: Okay. My next question is for all of you. This is a random one too, but how do you guys like my new introduction man?
Reaper points at TJ who has a bored look on his face, and TJ rolls his eyes, and shakes his head.
Mariah Lopez: Maybe if he showed his enthusiasm, he'd be a better host... but he sucks. No offense.
Mariah says with a laugh.
Rachel Robinson: I agree with my beautiful girlfriend. TJ just doesn't look to happy to be here.
TJ gives Rachel a blank look.
TJ Parks: No shit! That's because I'm not happy to be here!
Mariah slaps TJ.
TJ: Agh! What the hell was that for!?
Mariah Lopez: For being a smart ass towards Rachel.
Kevin Styles: You know, TJ is a smart ass and he is a little less enthusiastic than most although I've seen worse hosts so it's not too bad.
J.T. Banks: Word. Imagine fat ass Taint over there hosting a show. Of course, he did run this company into the ground the first time around, but still.
The crowd boos as the camera points to Shannon Saint who is fuming with anger.
J.T. Banks: But I'm alright with TJ. The kid's growing on me and he's a smart ass like me so that might be why I like the kid.
Talia Skye: Point blank. There are better options and then there are worse. TJ's just... there. Reaper, I apologize in advance but if TJ keeps looking at me like that, I will NOT hesitate to kick his fucking ass and make him sleep with da bitches.
The crowd pops huge at the Black Rose Mafia catchphrase., and Reaper whacks TJ in the back of the head.
TJ Parks: WHY THE FUCK DO PEOPLE KEEP HITTING ME!?
Reaper: Because you're being a lousy co host. You're being a tad disrespectful to our guests, and you're looking at Talia the wrong way.
TJ smirks.
TJ: You know what? I don't have to take this shit. I'm leaving!
TJ begins leaving the ring, but he is stopped by a flaming pyro going off on the apron, and the weird blue light turns red.
Reaper: You're not going anywhere. Danielle said you have to do everything I tell you to, and I told you to be my co host on this show. I kinda need your help.
Reaper pauses, and the weird red light turns back to blue.
Reaper: Actually I don't need your help at all with this, but I thought the idea seemed amusing.
Everyone except TJ laughs.
Mariah Lopez: You have to stay Timmy. It's the right thing to do.
Mariah says but laughs at the same time.
Rachel Robinson: Doesn't look like he has much of a choice.
Rachel and Mariah both laugh, and TJ just glares at them, but it doesn't seem to phase them at all.
Reaper: The next question is for Kev and JT. After having two matches against the Bull and Ape alliance. Do you still feel they're a disgrace to the tag team division?
Kevin Styles: Hell yeah I do. They're morbidly obese, they're slow and would you want a pair of fat fucks representing the tag team division? I know I don't. When they won it and broke away from Jimmy Gambino, yeah it was a good moment and they got to prove themselves on their own accord and they got over extremely well with the audience. No issues there, but they never respected those who paved the way for them. Why do you think I had such an issue with how they talked down to us saying we're irrelevant? I found that highly disrespectful and in a way, it still bothers me.
J.T. Banks: I'm in a lighter stance about this. As a big man, we have our places in this industry and Bull and Ape are no different. As big men, they can work a match although their words towards us wasn't exactly endearing. Had they have showed us respect from the beginning instead of patronizing us, it would be a completely different thing. While they could work and all, I found them extremely mediocre. They weren't right to be tag team champions and it's something Kev and I felt strongly about. We stated we would save the tag team division from mediocrity and guess what? We did just that.
Kevin Styles: Totally.
Reaper: Talia, your thoughts?
Talia Skye: Da Xtreme Dynasty is the best tag team in the world. I never really took Bull and Ape seriously as champions. It's not about their looks or anything, but the way they carried themselves. I appreciate them having a sense of independence as breaking away from that moron Jimmy Gambino was the smartest move they made... but how can you take a team who has a combined IQ of ten seriously? You can't, and Da Xtreme Dynasty put them out of their misery not once, but twice. They're not on the main roster anymore and it's all due to us.
Talia says with a smile on her face.
Reaper: Interesting. Mariah, Rachel. Want to add to that?
Mariah Lopez: Sure. I like The Bull and Ape Alliance. I think they're cool people. Funny and they're genuinely good guys. I thought they were an entertaining tag team. They certainly are a real duo and they connected well with not just each other, but also the audience. We are Hungry was and is a great catchphrase.
The crowd starts chanting We Are Hungry. Mariah smiles before continuing.
Mariah Lopez: That's what I'm talking about. They're highly over and they brought something different to the table. Something we haven't seen in a long while actually and it was interesting in my opinion.
Rachel Robinson: Bull and Ape are good guys. They're IQ amuses me. They're alot better than the average fat wrestler, They are over with the fans, but they're far from being the best tag team in the world. That's all I have to say about them.
Reaper: Mariah, Rachel. How do you feel about what the Metal Head Express did to you on the last two episodes of the Premium Academy?
Mariah Lopez: I want to make them pay. Seriously. It's one thing to lay us out. But it's another to do it at the orders of Toxic. That's what really grinds my gears. Toxic is the biggest scum out there and the Metal Head Express don't know what's going to come when Rachel and I get our revenge.
Rachel Robinson: The Metal Head Express were fighting against Toxic. They lost one tag team title match against the Hollywood Glamour boys, and apperantly now they're taking the ''if you can't beat them join them'' path? Yeah. Mariah and I would never take that path, and we're going to make Smith and Grizzly regret taking that path. Grizzly may be seven foot tall, and he may weight three hundred and twenty pounds, but he wouldn't be the first giant I have went up against.
Reaper: Kev. JT. I know you respect Mariah and Rachel ALOT more than Bull and Ape, but I have to ask you guys. Do you think that the Princesses of Lethality are a better tag team than the Bull and Ape alliance?
Kevin Styles: That's like asking a Squirrel if he doesn't want the damn acorn. Of course the Princesses of Lethality are a better tag team than Ball and Rape... I mean Bull and Ape. Anybody who says otherwise is lying.
J.T. Banks: Yep. I agree with that. Mariah and Rachel are two very good wrestlers who are no doubt better than Bull and Ape as a team. Great chemistry, they work hard and they have more drive than those two.
Reaper: Not to be biased, but I agree. Anyways. Moving on. This question has nothing to do with the you guys or even the tag team division in general, but I'm asking you guys as my friends. Do you think I'm the next PCW Platinum champion?
Mariah Lopez: No question about it. You're going to beat the holy hell out of that evil Christian.
Rachel Robinson: Jerry Matthews will wish he was never born. The Platinum title is coming to Team Lethality.
Kevin Styles: You know my answer. You're going win that belt. I have a good feeling about it. It's your time. Seize the mother fuckin' moment.
J.T. Banks: Definitely, dude. You gonna win the Platinum title and be a great representation in that division. I remember being in the back in the first run when that douche bag Dick Taylor stated you weren't good enough to be in this company and how you wouldn't amount to shit. I've also witnessed first hand on how the fucking prick utilized you in Wrestling QUEENS Federation... but you're here in PCW today and you prove each and every time that you belong here and have your spot in this company.
The crowd cheers.
Rachel Robinson: Not only do I think you're going to be the next Platinum champion, bro. I WANT you to. we ALL want you to.
The crowd cheers louder.
Reaper: Thanks, guys. I will NOT let you down. I will defeat Jerry Matthews at Battle Finale III to become the new PCW Platinum champion.
A very annoyed look crosses TJ's face, and he rolls his eyes, and shakes his head.
TJ Parks: Reaps. Look, man. I agree. Okay? I think you can defeat Jerry, and I want you to defeat Jerry, but this talk show is fucking stupid, dude. What do you winning the Platinum title, and the Bull and Ape alliance have anything to do with the Princesses of Lethality and Da Xtreme Dynasty!?
A pyro goes off on the apron again. TJ jumps, and the weird blue light once again turns red.
Reaper: This is my show, TJ. You're just my assistant. I will ask whatever questions I feel like asking, and you will be happy about it. Understood!?
TJ Parks: *nervous* Yes.
Reaper: Good. Now shut up, and let me do MY talk show the way I want to do it.
TJ Parks: *still nervous* Will do.
Reaper lets out a insane laugh, and the weird red light once again goes back to blue.
Reaper: Now to move on to my final question. How do you guys feel about stepping in the ring with eachother in not just any type of match, but a TLC match, and not just anywhere, but at the biggest Pay Per View of the year, Battle Finale III!?
Kevin Styles: I feel it's a good thing. More for Rachel and Mariah... but it's also good for J.T. and I. We love the competition and we love facing the younger teams. Rachel and Mariah are a good young team and only good can come for them by facing the greatest tag team of all time.
J.T. Banks: I'm fuckin' hyped. One, the tag team titles FINALLY get some spotlight on the biggest pay-per-view of the year. Battle Finale II, fat ass over there put us in a dark match... which we won of course. But this time, we get to defend these titles on live pay-per-view and having The Princesses of Lethality as one of our opponents. It's a damn good feeling. We're looking forward to it... as well as winning this match of course.
J.T. says with a smirk on his face.
Rachel Robinson: I'm extremely excited about getting in the ring with Kev and JT, and the fact that Reaper often talks about his matches with JT just makes me more excited. I'm also fucking excited to compete in my first TLC match! As for you guys winning the match. We could stand here, and argue that WE are the next PCW Tag Team champions, but there is one thing we can agree on, and that's the fact that there is no way in hell the Pac will walk out of Battle Finale III with the PCW World Tag Team championships!
The crowd cheers.
Mariah Lopez: The Pac actually has to give a flying fuck in order to think about winning. But yes, they are not going to walk out with the tag team titles. No way in hell that will happen.
Reaper: Alright. Well. That's all the questions I have for you guys. I wish you all good luck in the TLC match at Battle Finale III!
America by Deuce hits the sounds system, and the crowd cheers loudly as everyone shakes hands, and exits the ring before making their way to the back taking their time to slap hands with the fans.
SS: Well. That episode sucked. It didn't even end in disaster!
DM: Shut up, dumbass. It was awesome, negative piece of shit. We have to take a commercial break. We will be back shortly.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 30, 2013 14:20:02 GMT -5
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
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.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his 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!*
DM: And here we go! This one on one contest is officially underway!
SS: Sweet baby fuckin' Jesus! Look at DAT ASS on Reyna! My word! I could bounce quarters off dat ass fo sho!
DM: What the fuck is wrong with you?
SS: WHAT?! I find Reyna to be hot!
DM: You're being a sexist pig, idiot!
Reyna and Lekkter circle around each other and lock up in the middle of the ring. Lekkter gains the advantage as he places Reyna in a side headlock. He hits her in the head a few times while he has the headlock synched in. However, Reyna pushes him off into the ropes. Lekkter comes back off the rebound... and Reyna hits him with a side kick to the face to take him down.
SS: That's my girl!
DM: No she's not!
SS: Well... in my dreams that is!
DM: You're fucking disgusting!
Reyna smirks and gets Lekkter back up. She hits a few chops to the chest, before kicking Lekkter in the gut... and hitting him with a boot to the side of the head. Reyna acts like she has this one in the bag, much to the dismay of the crowd. She gets Lekkter back to his feet and whips him off into the corner. She runs up... and hits a dropkick to the mid-section. Reyna goes to the top rope as Lekkter gets out of the corner. Lekkter turns around and Reyna leaps off...
DM: Holy shit! Dragonrana! Reyna with the Dragonrana to Lekkter!
SS: She's impressive! There's a reason why she is the Pride Wrestling United States Champion!
DM: And here we have the first pin attempt of the match!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Not yet! Lekkter kicks out!
SS: Reyna's really making me grow an inch or two! I wou...
DM: SHUT UP AND CONCENTRATE ON THE MATCH, IDIOT!
Reyna pulls Lekkter back to his feet and hits him with a forearm to the face to get Lekkter back to the turnbuckle. Reyna backs away for a moment and runs up, trying for a monkey flip... NO! Lekkter held on and instead of the monkey flip, Lekkter hits Reyna with a spinebuster. But that's not all as Reyna gets to a knee, Lekkter runs up... and nails her with a kick to the side of the head to bring her back down.
SS: I heard that shot all the way from here! Fucking intense!
DM: Yeah! Lekkter kicked Reyna pretty damn hard! And now he has the cover!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Now it's Reyna with the kickout!
SS: Reyna's not going to go down that easily! Well other than to the Holy Pi...
Desiree punches Shannon in the jaw.
DM: I don't want to hear anymore of this bullshit! You understand?
SS (cowering): Yes ma'am!
To the action, Lekkter gets Reyna to a seated position and attempts to go for a rear chin lock. Reyna's fighting him, but Lekkter hits her in the side of the head a few times before finally locking the hold in. Lekkter goes to synch it in tighter, but Reyna fights him on it and gets to her feet... and hits him with a jaw breaker. Lekkter is dazed and Reyna goes off the ropes and back on the rebound... before hitting him with a hurricanrana to take him down.
DM: Reyna with a more arial attack here! Much contrast from her match ups so far!
SS: But she's still aggressive with what she's doing! She knows she has to be aggressive when going against somebody like Lekkter!
Lekkter is down and Reyna starts kicking at any body part available. She backs away... and then drops a knee onto the head. Reyna does it for a second time... and a third time. She now drags Lekkter to the turnbuckle and places her foot across his throat, attempting to choke the life out of him. Referee Stephanie Lawrence has no choice but to intervene and exhibit the mandated five count here...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
Reyna releases it before Stephanie counts to five. Reyna stares at her and sticks her hand up before focusing back to Lekkter and stomping on him. She walks around the ring all snobby like and mockingly blows a kiss to the crowd who return the favor with some boos towards her. Reyna rolls her eyes before getting Lekkter out of the corner. She kicks him in the gut and hits him with a Jumping DDT. Reyna immediately hooks the leg as Stephanie counts the fall...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: Lekkter kicks out again!
SS: Man, this ain't right! I ain't got a problem with Lekkter or anything... but this hoe ass ref needs to count right!
DM: Really, Taint? You are calling our newest referee a ho?
SS: Yes! Why you ask?
DM: It's disrespectful, asshole! Then again, knowing you... this behavior you have towards women isn't all surprising to me!
Reyna looks at Stephanie once more and shouts "count right you bloody moron" before getting back up and bringing Lekkter up with her. Lekkter stands there a bit out of it. Reyna goes for a suplex... but Lekkter blocks her attempt. Reyna lets go and now goes for a neckbreaker... but Lekkter gets out of it and hits Reyna with a Reverse DDT! But Lekkter is also down on the mat. Stephanie Lawrence looks at both of the combatants before beginning the ten count.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!
Reyna and Lekkter start to stir.
SIX!!!!
SEVEN!!!!
EIGHT!!!!
Both Reyna and Lekkter make it to their feet at the same time. Reyna stares fiercly at Lekkter who's focused on winning this match. Reyna fires a shot which gets boos from the Miami crowd. But Lekkter fires back with a shot of his own to cheers. The two of them go back and forth. Reyna tries for another blow... but Lekkter ducks it and starts delivering about five consecutive punches without stopping. Lekkter keeps up the momentum by hitting her with a clothesline to take her down!
DM: Lekkter's feeling it! He's getting back in control of this match up!
SS: Come on, Reyna! You know you can win!
Lekkter gets Reyna back to her feet and whips her across the ring once more. Reyna comes back and tries for a clothesline of her own... but she misses. She turns around, only to receive a shot to the face from Lekkter. Reyna gets rocked a bit and Lekkter runs to her... and hits her with a clothesline. She gets back up, but Lekkter hits her with another clothesline. For a third time, Reyna gets up... and Lekkter hits her with a Spinning side slam. He immediately hooks the leg for the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: Now Reyna kicks kicks out of the pining predictament!
SS: Back and forth these two have gone in a rather entertaining match to say the least!
Lekkter gets back up and gets Reyna up as well. He goes for a snap suplex... but Reyna blocks it. Lekkter goes for it again, but Reyna rakes the eyes of Lekkter tha Lunatik before hitting him with a Swinging neckbreaker to take him down. Reyna uses the ropes to start choking Lekkter once more. Stephanie Lawrence intervenes again to get Reyna to release the choke but she's not considering letting up. This time, Stephanie goes to enforce the mandated five count once more...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
Reyna breaks the hold before the count of five. She gets in Stephanie's face before breaking away and turning her attention to the crowd. She looks at them with an air of disgust on her face and they are booing her badly here. Reyna waits for Lekkter to get to his feet. Lekkter does so and Reyna kicks him in the gut and hits it...
DM: British/Canadian Facecrusher! Reyna with the British/Canadian Facecrusher to Lekkter!
SS: She's got this one well in hand!
Reyna looks down at Lekkter and smiles with pure arrogance as she signals for Inferiority Complex, much to the dismay of the crowd. Before Lekkter can get to his feet, the crowd cheers as Hano Eiyu appears on the ramp, observing the match up!
SS: HEY! What the fuck is he doing out here? This doesn't involve him!
DM: Hano did say earlier in the night for Reyna to watch herself and her actions towards beating Hano to win the PW United States Championship will not go unpunished!
SS: He's going to screw Reyna out of the match! This is unfair!
Reyna looks at the ramp and she gets angry. Hano is watching with interest and starts to walk down the ramp. Reyna tells Hano to bring it on. However, Hano only stops at the end of the ramp which only infuriates Reyna even more. In the midst of this, Lekkter is recovering from the British/Canadian Facecrusher and is starting to get to his feet. Reyna turns around and from out of nowhere, Lekkter hits it...
DM: THE FACE LIFT! Lekkter with The Face Lift from out of nowhere to Reyna Carter!
SS: NO! FUCK YOU HANO FOR DISTRACTING HER! FUCK YOU!
DM: Lekkter immediately gets Reyna back up and... THE STR8 JACKET! HE GOT THE STR8 JACKET LOCKED IN!
SS: Get out of it, Reyna! Get out of it!
DM: That's not going to happen! She immediately submits! This one is over!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by submission... LEKKTER THA LUNATIC!!!
"Cult Leader" by Tech N9ne hits and the crowd cheers as Lekkter is announced as the winner.
DM: Lekkter with the impressive victory over a game Reyna Carter here tonight!
SS: That wasn't a rightful victory! That fucking Hano Eiyu screwed her out of that victory! Bullshit!
DM: Oh come on now! He didn't even touch her or go on the ring apron! It's Reyna's fault for taking her eye off the ball! Nobody else's!
SS: It's 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 30, 2013 14:20:42 GMT -5
We come back from the break and "Coming Undone" by Korn hits and the crowd cheers loudly. Talia Skye comes out from behind the curtain and the crowd cheers even more. She has some Da Xtreme Dynasty merchandise in her hand and stands on the ramp observing.
SS: Ah fuck! What the hell is SHE doing back out here?
DM: She's allowed to be here, moron! And she still has to address the challenge Morgan made to her two weeks ago!
SS: I hope she slips and falls!
DM: And we'll make you Sleep Wit' Da Bitches if you don't shut the fuck up!
Talia begins to walk down the ramp and starts throwing some of the merch into the crowd. She walks up to some kids in the front row and shakes hands with them while giving them some of the merchandise. She approaches some more kids and gives them the rest of the stuff. She plants a kiss on a little boy's cheek. She smiles at the reaction the boy gave before she grabs a microphone and gets into the ring. Once the music stops, the crowd cheers as Talia looks around at the crowd with a smile on her face.
Talia Skye: Heeeeeeeeeeeeey bitches!
The crowd pops huge for Talia's signature opening phrase.
Talia Skye: I'm sooo glad to be here in Miami. And it's beautiful out here. A lot of great spots and the waves aren't too bad either. Not to mention Universal Studios rocks.
The crowd cheers even louder.
Talia Skye: As for why the Killer Queen is out here? Two weeks ago, I was challenged to a match by my fiercest rival, Morgan Simmons...
The crowd boos the mentioning of Morgan.
Talia Skye: Morgan and I share a lot of history with one another. Whether it would be stable wars, our brutal stretcher match fighting over the PWW Women's Championship and we hated the living hell out of each other.
Talia pauses before speaking once more.
Talia Skye: But despite the past hatred. Likewise with her, I somehow share a mutual respect for her. She was correct when she said we both left it all out in the ring. We spilled a lot of blood, sweat and tears trying to not only be better than the other, but we raised our own games to a whole different level.
The crowd now cheers.
Talia Skye: I also respect the fact that she wants to keep it fair and balanced. Meaning no Toxic, no Disciples of Syn, no Team Lethality, no Black Rose Mafia, nothing. Just a straight up one on one affair with no bullshit attached. No shenanigans and on the biggest stage of them all.
Talia smiles before speaking once more.
Talia Skye: Damn right I accept. True Beauty versus Miss Insanity herself, one more time. The Killer Queen has spoken. See you in San Diego, Morgan.
"Coming Undone" hits once more and Talia drops the microphone before stepping out of the ring and walking up the ramp, slapping hands with the fans in the process.
DM: Alright! One more time, we get the fiercest rivalry in the history of PWW... this time, in a PCW ring and on our biggest stage!
SS: It's gonna be a huge match, no question about it! I'm looking forward to it! These two have the history and they are accomplished female wrestlers!
DM: That too! Morgan having won sixteen total championships and a various amount of awards while Talia has her share of accomplishments! And both women have had classic matches in their careers!
SS: Very true! It's gonna be a doozy for sure!
Talia is about to reach the back... but is attacked from behind by a familiar face.
DM: DAMMIT! That's Alexis Landry! Alexis has returned and she's targeted Talia!
SS: Dayum! Alexis looks better than ever!
DM: She's a slut! Don't try it!
Alexis begins to stomp on Talia repeatedly to major boos from the crowd. Talia gets to a knee, but Alexis runs up... and hits her with a Running Knee Trembler called Fuck Fear. Talia is down on the stage and Alexis smirks to boos from the Miami crowd. However, "II Trill" by Bun B feat. Z-Ro and J. Prince hits and the crowd cheers as James Baker comes out from the back with a microphone in his hand. The music cuts out immediately as James stands across from Alexis.
James Baker: You wanna go ahead and attack people from behind like you've been doin' since yo ass got outta rehab?
Alexis screams "DAMN RIGHT" at the GM.
James Baker: Okay then. You know, the more I think about this, the more I get an idea. And next week we gon' settle some scores. Two matches to be precise. In one match, it will be Morgan Simmons going up against her former friend... Nicole Allen!
The crowd cheers.
James Baker: And in the other match. We will have Alexis Landry have her first match on the main roster in a long long time to take on the PCW Hall of Famer and one of the three original female women of this company... TALIA SKYE!!!
The crowd pops huge as Alexis stands there with a devilish smile on her face. She looks down at Talia and screams out "SEE YOU IN TWO WEEKS YOU BITCH" before walking off. James Baker along with PCW medical personnel help Talia up to her feet and get her backstage. From there, we cut back to the ring where Jimmy Wilkes is ready to announce the competitors of our next match up of the night.
Cut to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: 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!
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.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And this one is underway!
SS: Matthews is gonna take this one! He's fuckin' awesome!
The PCW Platinum Champion locks up with William Steele, and Steele with a knee to the gut. Matthews doubles over and Steele hits a running knee lift to the side of the head. Matthews hits the mat and clutches his jaw in pain. He gets back up, but Steele wasting little time as he delivers the dropkick right on the button. Matthews staggers back to the corner and slumps against the turnbuckle. Steele whips him to the opposite corner and Matthews slips over the top rope on impact and runs across the apron. Steele goes to the top and goes for a double axe handle on Matthews... but the Platinum Champion was very aware of it as he drives his fist into the mid-section of Steele. Steele doubles over and Matthews takes advantage, grabs Steele in position and goes for it...
DM: Shoulderbreaker! Matthews with the Shoulderbreaker to William Steele!
SS: That had to fuck up the shoulder! But the champ cannot be lenient here!
DM: That's right, Taint! Steele has proven to be very good so far and he like every other non-jobber for PCW should never be overlooked!
Matthews pulls Steele back up and tucks his head underneat his arm... and drives him down with a DDT. And Matthews hooks the leg for the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Kickout by Steele!
SS: Matthews is pulling out all the stops in this one! He's proving why he is the greatest Platinum Champion of all time!
DM: He does have the record for the longest reign in the history of the belt which thank god for that!
SS: ALL HAIL JERRY MATTHEWS!
Matthews pulls Steele back to his feet before whipping him into a corner. Matthews walks to him and delivers a reverse knife edge chop that can be heard throughout the arena. He's not stopping there though as he does it for a second time... and a third... and a fourth, and Steele's chest is beat red. Matthews does it one more time before deciding to place him on the top rope. Matthews follows up and looks for a superplex... NO! Steele hooks his legs around the top turnbuckle and blocks it. He delivers a few rights hands to the Platinum Champion before shoving him off the ropes and onto the mat. Steele gets back to the top and Matthews is to his feet. Steele dives off...
DM: MISSLE DROPKICK! Steele with the Missle Dropkick from the top!
SS: AHH!
DM: Steele with the cover! Could this be it?
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Now it's Matthews who kicks out!
SS: This one could have ended bad, but thankfully, the champ kicks out!
Steele pulls himself to his feet and hits an elbow drop. He doesn't stop as he hits a second... and a third to try and keep the champ down. Steele now starts to stomp on Matthews. Matthews manages to get to the ropes and referee Ricky Tiffin intervenes to break Steele off of him. Steele backs away and puts up his arm to a mixed reaction from the fans. Matthews starts to get back up to his feet. They stare at one another and circle around the ring, looking for a collar and elbow tie up. Steele goes for it, but Matthews pokes him in the eye and the crowd boos loudly as the Platinum Champion decided to take the easy way out. Steele is holding his eyes and Matthews takes advantage and hits Steele with a backbreaker across the knee to take him down.
SS: Matthews is just wearing Steele out! And that backbreaker is devastating!
DM: No doubt! Matthews is a power based guy and he's going to dish out punishment in anyway he sees!
Matthews gets back up and gets Steele up as well. He delivers a few well placed uppercuts to the jaw before whipping him into the ropes. Once Steele comes back off the rebound, Matthews goes for a boot... NO! Steele ducked it. Matthews turns around... and Steele kicks him in the gut. He goes for a suplex, but Matthews manages to get behind Steele. Matthews now tries for a German Suplex... but Steele lands on his feet behind him. Matthews turns around... only to get nailed with a step up enzuigiri from William Steele.
DM: What a shot to the skull by Steele! Putting Matthews' lights out!
SS: Dammit!
DM: And Steele with the cover! This could do it!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: Holy shit! Just in time, Matthews kicked out!
SS: That was close, but Matthews ain't the champ for no reason!
DM: You have a point there!
Steele gets a bit frustrated before getting Matthews back to a vertical standing. He whips him to the corner... and hits him with a clothesline. Matthews stumbles out and Steele lifts him up... and hits him with a Snake Eyes. Matthews holds his forehead in pain and Steele places him in position... and drops him down with the Russian Leg Sweep! But he's not done as he gets Matthews in a seated position... and locks him in a sleeper hold.
DM: Matthews's in a world of trouble here! Steele got the right idea and has the champ in a sleeper!
SS: Come on Matthews! You can get out of this!
DM: It's all up to him to do so here!
Steele cranks the pressure up and Matthews isn't looking too good here. But Matthews fights through it and gets back to a vertical standing. He elbows Steele in the gut a few times. Matthews takes a few steps back and then hits him with a clothesline. Matthews takes the time to shake off the damage Steele did to him and begins to wait for him to get back to his feet. Steele gets back up and Matthews lifts him onto his shoulders... and drops Steele down with a Samoan Drop.
DM: Huge move by the champ! Steele has to be out of it here!
SS: Let's go Matthews! The time for winning is now!
DM: Matthews gets his right arm on top of Steele! Could this do it?
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: Good lord, Steele kicks out... but barely! How much more can these two pull out?
SS: Hopefully enough for Matthews to win! That's for damn sure!
Matthews is frustrated he didn't get the win there. He gets up and gets Steele up with him. He goes for the Holy Vendetta... but Steele gets out of it. Matthews turns around and Steele kicks him in the gut and has him in position for the Bessemer Process... NO! Matthews wouldn't let it happen and overpowers Steele and puts him on his shoulders before driving him down with the running powerslam he calls Holy Vendetta. Steele is down on the mat and Matthews has the cover.
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!!!
"Long Black Train" by Josh Turner hits and the crowd boos as Jerry Matthews receives his title and raises it in the air.
DM: Jerry Matthews with a victory here tonight and he is riding high after what he did earlier tonight!
SS: He produces results which is what he's all about! He's the man in the Platinum division!
DM: He's a good athlete, but his actions certainly don't reflect a man who's about the lord!
SS: Well believe it! He's a good Christian man and he damn sure proves it!
DM: Mhmm! Whatever you say! It's time for another break, we'll be back after this!
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 30, 2013 14:21:33 GMT -5
We come back from the break and "Du Hast" by Rammstein hits and the crowd immediately goes to boos. Morgan Simmons appears and the boos intensify. She is dressed in a black Toxic t-shirt, jeans and black heeled boots. She walks down the ramp with a disgusted look on her face. She looks at a kis with a Team Lethality sign, grabs it and rips it up before talking some shit to the kid's parents, insulting them at every turn. She walks away from the scene, walks up the steps and gets into the ring. She grabs a microphone and stands in the middle of the ring.
Morgan Simmons: Ugh! Just when I thought we would get out of this shitty state, we have to be in fucking Miami. Fuck this place to hell.
The crowd boos loudly.
Morgan Simmons: Oh don't give me that shit you fucking idiots. Everybody knows the state of Florida is a pile of horse shit. It's the king of DUI's, it's the place where you go to die when you become... useless and living beyond your means.
The crowd boos even louder.
Morgan Simmons: Oh you people don't believe me? I'm not surprised since you all live in this horrific cesspool of trash and alcoholism. All of you are a combination of fat asses, drunks, retirees, old fuckers on their death beds, idiots, murderers and so on. Do you idiots want to know the best part about this place? No. Well too bad, I'm gonna tell you anyways. The best part about Miami, and Florida in general... is LEAVING THIS FUCKING SHITHOLE!
The crowd boos and start throwing things at Morgan. Morgan's temper is starting to flare up as she rolls out of the ring and finds the person in the front row who threw a hot dog at her. Morgan grabs the woman by the throat and chucks her over the barricade and onto the floor.
DM: WHAT THE HELL?! NO! NO! This isn't happening?
SS: She deserves it!
DM: You DO realize that not only would PCW get a lawsuit... but WE get thrown off the air for this crap!
SS: ... Oh shit! This ain't good! Let her go, Morgan!
Morgan pulls out a chain and wraps it around the fan's throat, choking the life out of the woman. That is until "II Trill" hits throughout the PA system and James Baker runs down the ramp and slides in the ring. Morgan releases the fan and quickly bails out of the ring and slightly up the ramp. James checks on the fan to see if she's alright before grabbing a microphone and speaking.
James Baker: Morgan, Morgan, Morgan. I'm not surprised that you would stoop this low. I really am not. Beating up our fanbase. Really? Well if we got sued, it DOES come out of your pay, biatch.
Morgan gets pissed off and grabs another microphone and decides to fire back.
Morgan Simmons: Oh James. Don't have to be a hypocrite now. I mean, you used to do this shit back in your day. Even slaughtering a poor man's cat for the hell of it. What morals does that send? Huh? Answer.
James Baker: You act like I hide that fact of my career. Hell naw I don't. I have nothing to hide, yo. I am the first to admit that I am not perfect. Not by any stretch of the imagination, but unlike some in this company and even certain ones outside of it, I don't act like my shit doesn't stink and I certainly don't act like everything is all about me. I'm not the end all be all of everything and I sure as fuck don't assume every conversation is all about me.
The crowd cheers and Morgan just laughs.
Morgan Simmons: That's nice. Really nice but it still doesn't change the fact that not only are you a piece of shit... but you also won't be in PCW post Battle Finale III.
The crowd boos and Morgan continues.
Morgan Simmons: Which leads me to my next point. The members of Team Morgan. WHO is on my team? What has the master of psychological warfare done to outdo herself?
Morgan pauses before speaking.
Morgan Simmons: No offense to those who have been campaigning to join the team... but I stick with who I know and trust. The members of my team... are members of Toxic... managed by Jimmy Gambino.
"Psychosocial" by Slipknot hits and the crowd goes to boos as Mariella Lopez, Melanie Ramirez, Stevie Fabulous and Jesse Wright come out with Jimmy Gambino leading the way. The group stands beside each other with smirks on their faces. James who is unimpressed is on the mic again.
James Baker: Is THAT the best you can do? Come on, Morgan. I thought you were this big bad psychological beast of a woman. Your team is pitiful. But fear not, because I have a team.
Morgan Simmons: Oh really?
James Baker: Really... and it's better than yours by fuckin' miles. In fact, being a master in mind-fucking you, I scouted and scouted for members who I feel is best suited and I have to say, you're going to be surprised. Team Baker. Reveal yourselves.
The first theme to hit is "New God Flow" by Kanye West feat. Pusha T and a pop ensues for Tom Pendergrass, who has his PW X Championship around his waist. He appears through the crowd, hops the barricade and stands in the ring beside the General Manager. James nods his head and a sly smirk comes across his face.
James Baker: Oh, you thought I was done? Bitch please. The King of Hardcore is just getting started and I know this next member is somebody you know very well. It's gonna make you wonder "how the fuck did he managed to convince HIM to join?" I have my ways, but he particularly doesn't care for you, and especially your bottom barrel manager over there. Let's show 'em who we are.
"Whatever" by Our Lady Peace hits and the crowd cheers. Kai also enters throughout the crowd and walks down the stairs with a stoic expression on his face. He hops the barricade and looks at Morgan expressionless before getting into the ring. Morgan's getting a bit pissed off and starts yelling "WHAT THE FUCK" only to receive a smile from James Baker.
James Baker: What's the matter, Morgan? A little pissy? Deal with it, bitch, because there's two more. Actually more like one because I recruited a tag team to this shindig. Oh ladies. Show the PCW fanbase how you guys roll.
"Kings and Queens" by 30 Seconds To Mars hits and the crowd cheers as Kyra and Tiffany Banks, The B.O.M.B. Squad appear with their PW Tag Team Championships with them. They walk down the stairs and interact with the crowd by slapping hands with them. They join their Team Baker teammates in the ring and stand tall in the ring.
James Baker: You see, Morgan. My team has champions. My team has wrestlers who will go the extra mile to get that win. Can you say the same for yours?
Morgan shouts "my team is better".
James Baker: Morgan, you can talk all the noise you want because at the end of the day, your team will fall flat on their faces and I will still be your General Manager and you are just going to have to live with that...
"II Trill" hits and James stands tall with his members but he quickly motions for his music to be cut off, which it does.
James Baker: Oh nah, I ain't done yet. Because Battle Finale is only four weeks away and lemme tell ya, we got a star studded card for ya and I'm gonna add one more. The Scars of Wrestling Cup returns. That's right, the cup where it can be an easy or hard road to a World title returns. And we got quite a few contestants who are up for the challenge. I got four names already slated.
James pauses, smirks and continues.
James Baker: It's gonna be a star studded cup for sure, but in this cup will be former Platinum Champion Liam Reilly and rising stars LeKKter tha Lunatik, William Steele and Konstantine Weylin. All four who have ability to succeed will be vying for the opportunity to earn their first cup. So competitors, get yourselves ready for the pay-per-view.
The crowd cheers and James looks around and smirks before continuing.
James Baker: If you thought that was all. I got somethin' else for ya. In two weeks, I plan on organizing a huge extravaganza that will be a treat for those who were here since the very first day... and I mean prior to the merger that formed PCW.
James pauses and looks around before continuing.
James Baker: That's right. Ya'll know what it is. In two weeks time, we're gonna have a four way match featuring two prominent wrestlers from the old YCW days and two from the ICW days. The names? For ICW, we gonna have Draven Logan Kennedy and Leon Lonewolf while for YCW, we will have the most gorgeous woman in the world Danielle Lopez, and the return of the REAL FUCKING DEAL... ISRAEL STEELE!!!
The crowd cheers loudly upon the announcement of that match.
DM: Holy shit! Amazing! Four legends competing in a special match in two weeks!
SS: Dammit! Izzy's back! Fucking bullshit!
DM: Shut up, Taint! Izzy's awesome! Deal with it!
James Baker: Oh yeah. It's gon' be poppin' for sure in Los Angeles, baby. NOW ya'll mother fuckers in the production room can hit my music.
"II Trill" hits again and James Baker stands tall with his team members as the crowd cheers.
DM: That was a huge blockbuster... and I'm talking about all three announcements! Team Baker and Team Morgan were revealed, we have a Scars of Wrestling Cup match at Battle Finale and we have a legends match in two weeks! This is exciting!
SS: Oh it is alright! We get the taco, Lonefag and the big idiot Israel Steele all in one match! Oh joy!
DM: Fuck off! Nobody gives a flying fuck about what you think! That thinking is why PCW went away the first time!
SS: IT WASN'T MY FAULT!
DM: Stop crying, bitch! God damn! You're already pissing me off! Let's take a break! We'll be back with tag team action after this!
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 30, 2013 14:22:04 GMT -5
Jimmy Wilkes: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers but they quickly turn to boos as ‘Carmina Burana’ by Carl Orff plays and the lights in the arena go stark white.
Smith Jones and Liam Reilly come out on stage, both dressed to compete. The crowd boos at the appearance of these two PCW rebels as they yell back at the crowd a little. Smith Jones is, of course, carrying the white microphone and he has the PCW #BroadcastChampionship belt locked safely around his waist. Both men make their way to the ring and get up on the apron. Wiping their feet, they part the ropes and take centre. Smith immediately finds the main camera and he speaks.
Smith Jones: It’s Saturday night, and a can’t wait to see Hano Eiyu’s face!!!!!! Who’s with me??!!!?
The crowd mutters, but has no clear response.
Smith Jones: Oh, come on!!! Are you all really fooled that easily by the colour and style of the mask he wears?? Is it any different from the way a ski mask looks on a bank robber? Come now, you stupid, stupid people! Hano Eiyu is an obvious representation of all of you!!! You smile to people’s faces one minute and then you talk behind their backs as soon as they turn away. You have not the integrity to stand up and show your face in front of the world!!! Fuck, I don’t blame you. Because I can see through the veils you’re all wearing right now! I can see you and you are fucking ugly!!!! This place is polluted by mounds of putrid human trash from the floor all the way to the rafters! In the arena and in the locker room and in the office… this place is starting to stink to high heaven! The New Era is here to clean up a little bit. Right Liam?
Liam lowers his hood, revealing himself to be wearing his Greek Tragedy mask. He takes possession of Smith's microphone and addresses the audience, as he turns his head down to look at the floor in front of him.
Liam: Excessive exposure to James Baker has left every last one of you suffering from the disease of dishonesty, which emits from every fibre of his being. You all sit there, with your veneer of happiness brought on by this disease, pretending that the programming which his company puts out is worthy of your time, care and attention. You present a façade that everything is fine within PCW, when deep down you know that this organisation is falling swiftly down the toilet, and there is only so much time available to save it.
Liam lifts his head up to face the camera, and the audience, showing off his mask once more.
Liam: Unlike all of you, my mask reflects who I truly am and how I truly feel. My mask is a projector, not a façade. It shows what is real within me, not what you all want me to be.
Liam slowly removes the mask, to show his face expressing a similar (if not identical) emotion to that which is displayed on his facewear.
Liam: The pain and anguish that shines through on my mask is my way of expressing how I feel about PCW. How I feel about how James Baker runs this place. And most importantly, how I feel about each and every one of you allowing it to happen. Whether you like to admit it or not, The New Era is here to help every last one of you escape from week after week of the same nonsense television, and make PCW great again. We're not doing this for us. We're doing this for you. We are freeing you from YOUR masks, just as we invite Hano Eiyu to do the same with his, to show the world who you truly are, and how you truly feel, to cure yourselves of the disease of dishonesty. One day, you may just thank us for it.
Jimmy Wilkes: And their opponents!
"Theta Titanium" blasts through the arena. Hano Eiyu comes out with a bokken and performs a sword kata.
Jimmy Wilkes: First, 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 tag team partner!
"Down With the Sickness" by Disturbed plays over the loud speaker as the lights on the ramp go out. They come back on and Brian Stryker walks out of the back with his hood up. He stands at the top of the ramp. He slams his hand down onto the ramp and throws his hood back as pyro goes off behind him.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 215 pounds... "THE KID"... BRIAN STRYKER!!!
He walks down the ramp to cheers from the crowd. He slaps hands with some of the fans before stepping onto the steel steps and walks on the apron. He points at the crowd before entering the apron. He now goes to the top rope and spreads his arms out as the crowd cheers. He hops off the turnbuckle and takes his jacket off, handing it to a ringside assistant as he awaits for the match to begin.
*DING! DING! DING!*
The match begins, and Smith and Hayno look to be starting things off. Smith locks in a arm wrench, and delivers a elbow to the arm, he then puts more pressure on the hold, and delivers another elbow to the arm before putting even more pressure on the hold, and delivering a third elbow to the arm, he then releases the hold, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a gutwrench suplex before delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with a about seven stomps, he then lifts Hano to his feet, drags him over to Liam, and makes the tag. Liam gets and the ring, they connect with a double suplex, and Smith goes out to the apron. Liam lifts Hano to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a tiger suplex before locking in a half boston crab. Hano refuses to give up, so Liam puts more pressure on the hold, but Hano still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes, he eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. but Liam refuses to release the hold so the ref is forced to start a five count.
SS: Yeah! That's right, Liam! Break his fucking leg!
DM: I thought you didn't like Liam anymore?
SS: To be honest. I don't, but I hate that Mariano Fernandez wannabe.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Liam releases the hold, lifts Hano to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and connects with a scoop slam before locking in a surfboard stretch. Hano refuses to give up, so Liam puts more pressure on the hold, but Hano still refuses to give up, and Liam eventually loses his grip and releases the hold, 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 back suplex, he then lifts Hano to his feet, and connects with a Northern light suplex before going for the pin!
SS: Now that's a beautiful move by Liam! This match could be over!
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: Hano kicks out!
SS: What the fuck? That ain't right!
Liam walks over to Smith, and makes the tag before going out to the apron. Smith gets in the ring, lifts Hano to his feet, and goes for a suplex, but Hano fights out of it, and lands on his feet behind Smith. Smith turns around, and Hano connects with a spinning wheel kick, he then crawls over to Stryker, and makes the tag before going out to the apron.
DM: And the tag has been made to PCW's resident Hamster!
SS: Meh.
Stryker climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for Smith to get to his feet. Smith eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker leaps off, and connects with a diving crossbody before locking in a cross armbar. Smith refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Smith still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottum rope. Stryker gives Smith a clean break, and waits for him to get back to his feet. Smith eventually gets back to his feet, and Stryker jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Smith gets back to his feet again, and Stryker connects with a dropkick. Smith gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with another dropkick. Smith gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with a spinning wheel kick before delivering a stomp to the midsection causing Smith to sit up holding his stomach in pain, he then runs into the ropes, runs back at Smith, and connects with a running dropkick to the face before turning Smith over, and locking in a Camel clutch. Smith refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Smith still refuses to give up, and Stryker eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then waits for Smith to get back to his feet again. Smith gets to his hands and knees, and Stryker runs into the ropes, runs back at Smith, and connects with a running dropkick to the side of the head before waiting for Smith to get to his feet. Smith eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a kick to the head, he then walks over to Hano, and makes the tag before going out to the apron. Hano gets in the ring, and waits for Smith to get back to is feet. Smith eventually gets back to his feet, and Hano connects with a enzuigiri, he then lifts Smith to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with the Yoshikirizame Seventeenth Style Sword Movement before going for the pin!
DM: That leg trap sunset flip powerbomb looked amazing. This match could be over!
SS: Doubt it.
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
SS: See? Told ya, Desiree. It's going to take more than that to put Smith fucking Jones away!
Hano walks over to Stryker, and makes the tag before going out on the apron. Stryker gets in the ring, lifts Smith to his feet, and goes for a irish whip, but Smith reverses it into a irish whip of his own, and Stryker runs into the ropes, runs back at Smith, and Smith catches him with a dropkick before kneeling down, and choking him forcing the ref to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Smith releases the hold, he then begins delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about seven stomps before connecting with a knee drop to the face, he then lifts Stryker to his feet, drags him over to Liam, and makes the tag. Liam gets in the ring, they connect with a double DDT, and Smith goes out to the apron. Liam lifts Stryker to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a german suplex, he then lifts Stryker back to his feet, and connects with a belly to belly suplex before locking in the Sharpshooter! Stryker refuses to give up, so Liam puts more pressure on the hold, but Stryker still refuses to give up, so Liam puts even more pressure on the hold, but Stryker STILL refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottum rope, but Liam refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Liam releases the hold, lifts Stryker to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and connects with a backbreaker, he then lifts Stryker back to his feet, drags him over to Smith, and makes the tag. Smith gets in the ring, they connect with a double suplex, and Liam goes out to the apron. Smith lifts Stryker to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker, he then lifts Stryker back to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before lifting Stryker back to his feet again, getting behind him, and connecting with a half nelson suplex, he then lifts Stryker to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a Russian leg sweep before lifting Stryker back to his feet, and connecting with Take It Home! he then drags Stryker to the middle of the ring before going for the pin!
SS: HA! That was a awesome belly to belly suplex. Did you see the way Stryker landed on his head after he went flying back first into the turnbuckle!? Fucking hilarious! I hope that fucking Hamster has a broken neck!
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
SS: BULLSHIT! FUCKING BULLSHIT!
DM: Looks like your hopes have been dashed, tubby! Stryker and Hano are still in this thing!
Smith lifts Stryker to his feet, drags him over to Liam, and makes the tag. Liam gets in the ring, they connects with a double back suplex, and Smith goes out to the apron. Liam locks in a rear chin lock. Stryker refuses to give up, so Liam puts more pressure on the hold, but Stryker still refuses to give up, and eventually fights out of it by delivering elbows to the midsection, he then connects with a enzuigiri before crawling over to Hano, making the tag, and going out to the apron. Hano comes in the ring, and waits for Liam to get to his feet. Liam eventually gets to his feet, and Hano jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Liam gets back to his feet, and Hano jumps up, and connects with another hurricanrana. Liam gets back to his feet again, and Hano jumps up, and connects with a third hurricanrana. Liam gets to his feet, and Hano runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody, he then goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for Liam to get back to his feet. Liam eventually gets back to his feet, and Hano leaps off, and connects with a missile dropkick before delivering a stomp to the midsection causing Liam to sit up holding his stomach in pain, he then runs into the ropes, runs back at Liam, and connects with a running dropkick to the face before walking over to Stryker, making the tag, and going out to the apron. Stryker gets in the ring, and waits for Liam to get to his feet. Liam eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a dropkick. Liam gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with another dropkick. Liam gets back to his feet again, and Stryker connects with a third dropkick. Liam gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a enzuigiri, he then waits for Liam to get back to his feet. Liam eventually gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with First Stryke before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: And Liam with the kickout, but barely!
SS: He still kicked out though!
Stryker walks over to Hano, and makes the tag before going out to the apron. Hano climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for Liam to get to his feet. Liam eventually gets to his feet, and Hano leaps off, and goes for a diving crossbody, but Liam catches him with a powerslam, he then lifts Hano to his feet, drags him over to Smith, and makes the tag, Smith gets in the ring, they connect with a double suplex, and Liam goes out to the apron. Smith lifts Hano to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a butterfly suplex, he then lifts Hano back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a tiger suplex before delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about fifteen stomps, he then lifts Hano back to his feet again, and connects with a suplex before lifting Hano to his feet, and connecting with a backbreaker, he then lifts Hano back to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a gutwrench suplex before kneeling down, and choking him forcing the ref to start a five count.
SS: Although choking is infact ilegal. It is a very smart move. It wares your opponent out just like a submission move does. On top of that. You don't get disqualified as long as you stop before the five count!
DM: Well. I don't agree with choking at all, but I suppose you have a point, Taint.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Smith releases the hold, lifts Hano to his feet, drags him over to Liam, and makes the tag. Liam gets in the ring, they connect with a double DDT, and Smith goes out to the apron. Liam turns Hano over, and locks in the Sharpshooter! Hano refuses to give up, so Liam puts more pressure on the hold, but Hano still refuses to give up, so Liam puts even more pressure on the hold, but Hano STILL refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He almost gets there, but Liam releases the hold, drags Hano back to the middle of the ring, and locks the hold back in! Hano refuses refuses to give up, so Liam puts more pressure on the hold, but Hano still refuses to give up, so Liam puts even more pressure on the hold, but Hano STILL refuses to give up, and begins making his way back to the ropes. This time he successfully gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottum rope, but Liam refuses to release the hold so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
FIVE!!!
Liam releases the hold, lifts Hano to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and connects with the Broken Butterfly before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! * kickout*
DM: Hano with the kickout! Fucking amazing!
SS: AHHH! Stupid Mariano Fernandez wannabe! And count faster, ref! You know that should have been three!
DM: Quit being a baby, Taint! All you do is fucking whine! It's pathetic!
The fans cheer, and an annoyed look crosses Liam's face, he then walks over to Smith, and makes the tag before going out to the apron. Smith gets in the ring, lifts Hano to his feet, and irish whips him into the ropes. Hano runs back at Smith, and Smith goes for a clothesline, but Hano ducks, runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody, he then crawls over to Stryker, and makes the tag before going out to the apron. Stryker gets in the ring, and waits for Smith to get to his feet. Smith eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a dropkick. Smith gets back to his feet, and Stryker jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Smith gets back to his feet again, and Stryker connects with another dropkick. Smith gets to his feet, and Stryker jumps up, and connects with another hurricanrana. Smith gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with a third dropkick. Smith gets back to his feet again, and Stryker jumps up, and connects with a third hurricanrana. Smith gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a spinning wheel kick before turning Smith over, and locking in a ground headlock. Smith refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Smith still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottum rope. Stryker gives Smith a clean break, Smith then rolls out of the ring forcing the ref to start a ten count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Liam walks over to Smith and has a few words with him.
FIVE!!!
SIX!!!
SEVEN!!!
EIGHT!!!
Hano gets in the ring, and shares a nod with Stryker, they then connect with swingshot crossbodies. Stryker hits Smith while Hano hits Liam, and the ref is forced to restart the ten count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
FIVE!!!
SIX!!!
SEVEN!!!
Hano goes to his corner, and gets on the apron while Stryker lifts Smith to his feet, and slides him in the ring, he then slides in the ring himself before waiting for Smith to get to his feet. Smith eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a enzuigiri, he then crawls over to Hano, and makes the tag before going out to the apron. Hano get in the ring, and Stryker notices that Liam has got to his feet, he then leaps off the apron, and goes for a diving crossbody, but Liam catches him, and connects with Redemption Denied! Meanwhile, Smith gets back to his feet, and Hano connects with a kick to the head, he then goes out to the apron, and climbs to the top turnbuckle. Immanual climbs up on the apron, and distracts the ref, Liam then climbs up on the apron, pushes Hano off the top turnbuckle, and Hano crashes into the mat. Liam and Immanual step off the turnbuckle, and Smith lifts Hano to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with the Point of Controversy before going for the pin!
SS: COUNT IT! IT'S OVER! IT'S OVER!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here are your winners by pinfall... Liam Reilly and SMITH JONES!!!
"Carmina Burana" by Carl Orff hits as Liam and Smith celebrate their victory, but they immediately attack Hano and Stryker after the match.
DM: Now this ain't right! They won the match, why attack them?
SS: They're sending a message! Don't fuck with Smith Jones! Like seriously... don't fuck with him!
The two of them continue to beat the daylights out of the two challengers for the Broadcast title. Liam gets Hano up to his feet... and hits him with Redemption Denied. Once Hano is disposed of, Brian Stryker enters the picture and begins to fight the two New Era members. Stryker does well here as both Liam and Smith are receiving blow after blow from the rejuvenated contender.
DM: Look at him go! Stryker isn't going down without a fight!
SS: Fucking Philadelphia trash! Stay down!
DM: He's fighting for himself and the Broadcast title!
Once Smith and Liam are believed to be out of the picture, Stryker yells out and the crowd cheers. He gets Smith Jones up and places him in position for the Stryke Out... but Liam gets up, and low blows Stryker from behind.
DM: Oh damn! Stryker got a low blow and now it's two on one against "The Kid"!
SS: Stryker needs to learn some respect and Smith Jones is going to beat it out of him!
Liam stomps on Stryker and Smith Jones joins in. The two of them now are beating down Stryker. Smith begins to grab at Stryker's right leg... and locks him in The System. At the same time, Liam goes down and locks in the Crossface and Stryker really has nowhere to go. He's tapping out but the two New Era members are not letting go.
DM: Let go of the damn hold already! You've proven your point!
SS: No they haven't! Stryker hasn't learned from the disrespect he has shown! He needs a full proper beating!
DM: And so do you, moron!
Smith and Liam let go of the hold and they stand over the broken bodies of Hano Eiyu and Brian Stryker. Smith Jones raises the Broadcast title in the air and the crowd boos as "Carmina Burana" by Carl Orff hits. They stand tall in the ring as we go to commercial break.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Mar 30, 2013 14:22:24 GMT -5
The scene opens up to a graveyard where a man with a camouflage army mask over his face and a black trenchcoat along with black pants and black boots is digging with a shovel as it's dark outside. As he digs, he begins to speak.Man: The dawning of a new era is coming upon us. Two weeks ago, I stated I would become a champion once my return comes about. But note that I never stated which championship I would go for. Why do that when it's more fun to have all of the so-called champions in PCW look over their shoulders as a force of nature begins his work towards taking a title away from those "people"? The man continues to dig deeper..Man: Don't get me wrong, I will have my fun but it will be when people LEAST expect it. I could do it by looking exactly like the average human being, or I could be my current menacing self... or I could pose as somebody else. You never know what exactly I have in store. Plenty of people both past and present should know how I operate. The man digs and digs until he gets closer to what it is he is looking for.Man: What many conveniently forget is that I am an individual who takes no flack from anybody. If anything... I'm the one causing the chaos that the fire fighters can't put out. I'm the individual you cannot get rid of. A mortal man whom I mentioned two weeks ago tried but ultimately failed. I got rid of him. Now that girlish looking man will say he got rid of me but we both know that's not the truth. I made him crack to where he took a hiatus but if you thought that "Nitemare" kid getting messed up psychologically was bad, I would hate to see just how anybody else can take it because I guarantee I have a lot more than that in store. The man finally gets to what he is looking for which is a casket. He pulls it out from the hole and then climbs out of the grave himself.Man: My return to the PCW is drawing closer and closer and all champions need to be aware of my presence because it can come at any time. Nobody is safe from chaos and nobody can survive my path of rage. Nobody. The figure laughs as he opens up the casket, seeing nothing but a skeleton based body.Man: Much like what you see in the casket, this will be what happens to anybody who wants to stop me and if you try it. Well you'll blow up in smoke... literally that is. The man pours gasoline on the casket, lights a match on fire and then throws it on the casket where it immediately engulfs into flames.Man: A day of reckoning is coming. I am the judge, jury and executioner and you all will know that first hand. Soon PCW... soon. We cut to the tron where a picture comes up.SS: Good fuckin' god! What the hell is that? DM: Why are you asking me? I don't know what it is! It's creepy as hell though! And what the fuck is that... no you didn't! SS: WHAT?! DM: You shit yourself, didn't you? SS: ... No! DM: Lying sack of shit! Disgusting! Let's head to ringside for our main event match up of the evening... and get whoever the hell shit themselves some new drawers! It reeks badly over here! Cut to the ring.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! The intro of "JAP" by Abingdon Boys School hits and Pyro blasts at both sides of the arena when guitars start to sound as Mariano comes out the stage, to a massive ovation.Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, weighing in at 180 pounds. He is a member of the PCW Hall of Fame... "THE WHITE KNIGHT"... MARIANO FERNANDEZ!!! He sprints full speed to the ring and rolls under it on his stomach, then strikes a martial arts pose for the crowd. He then jogs in place and bows down to his opponent.DM: And for the first time in two years, Mariano Fernandez is in a main event match up on Saturday Night Rapture! SS: Fucking bullshit! I hate this guy! Stupid Mexican Jumping Bean! DM: Nobody cares about your opinion, Taint! The PCW faithful loves "The White Knight" of this company and we are all happy to see him wrestling for this company! *DING! DING! DING!*DM: And HERE WE GO! Our main event is underway! SS: Syn! Take down the fucking gnat! DM: This is one of, if not the biggest match up for Syn heading into Battle Finale III! Mariano at one point was the longest reigning PCW World Heavyweight Champion! SS: Which is now held by True Greatness himself, Michael Morrison! We miss you Michael! DM: Shut up, Taint! Mariano and Syn go in for the collar and elbow tie up, but Syn avoids him as he ducks the lock up. Mariano turns around, only to run into a right from "The Dark Disciple". Syn lands another one... and another one. Mariano is a bit dazed and Syn whips him across the ropes. Mariano comes back off the rebound... and Syn hits him with a back body drop.DM: Syn has control in the early goings of this match! He cannot afford to let up here as Mariano has demonstrated time and time again that he can do things from out of nowhere! SS: But this is Syn he's facing! A much different Syn than what he faced nearly two years ago! DM: That is true! Syn is a much different competitor today and more dangerous! Mariano's gonna have a tough time but never count him out! Mariano gets back to his feet and Syn goes for a suplex... NO! Mariano gets behind Syn. Syn turns around, only to get a dropsault to the face. Syn immediately gets back to his feet. However, Mariano stays on him and hits a forearm to the face. He hits a second one and then a kick to the gut to double Syn over. Mariano places Syn in position and goes for it...DM: Northern Lights Suplex! And Mariano has the bridge for the pin attempt! ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!DM: Syn kicks out at the count of two! Mariano gets back to his feet and brings Syn up with him. He hits Syn with a right before whipping him into a corner. Mariano runs in going for a splash... NO! Syn moves out of the way and Mariano eats nothing but the turnbuckle padding. Mariano stumbles out and Syn grabs him by the waist... and throws him overhead, hitting the German Suplex.SS: There we go Syn! You're the man! DM: Oh please! Quit with the cheerleading! It's pathetic! Syn gets Mariano back up once more and hits him with an uppercut before grabbing him by the neck... and hits him with a neckbreaker. Syn isn't done as he gets Mariano up once more, this time in a seated position. Syn whips himself off the ropes and runs towards Mariano... and hits him with a seated dropkick to the face. Syn immediately makes the cover...ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!DM: Now Mariano is the one to kick out! SS: Fuck! Syn gets back up and waits for Mariano to get to his feet. Mariano gets up and Syn runs up... and hits him with a forearm smash to the face. Syn doesn't stop as he gets to the ground and starts driving his elbow to the side of Mariano's head, weakening him in the process. This causes Mariano to fall back to the mat. Syn backs away before leaping up... and hitting the knee drop to the skull.DM: Syn's dishing out the punishment in this one! And Mariano's having a tough time breaking out of the box! SS: When you face somebody of Syn's talents! It's hard to really do anything! Syn gets Mariano up once more and lets him stand there all dazed. He grabs the neck of "The White Knight" and places him in position... and hits the Hall of Famer with a Side Effect. Mariano is down and Syn goes for the pin once more...ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!DM: Mariano barely gets the shoulder up! SS: Count faster, stupid ref! DM: Shut up, Taint! You know damn well that was a fair count! Syn gets to his feet and goes out to the apron and to the top rope. He waits for Mariano to get to his feet. Mariano slowly but surely gets back to a vertical standing. Once he's up, Syn dives off, hoping for something big... NO! Mariano leaps up and hits a dropkick.DM: HOLY SHIT! DROPKICK TO SYN WHILE HE WAS MID-AIR! Incredible! SS: Mariano is good in the ring! I give him that, but he's still a fucking gnat! DM: And you're still a lard ass! Mariano drapes an arm on top of Syn! Could this be it? ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!DM: Now it's Syn with the kickout... but barely! These two are pulling out all the stops here! SS: That's what they do! We are PCW you know! DM: You have a point there, lardy! Mariano places Syn up to his feet and hits him with a backhanded chop to the chest to send him into the ropes. Mariano whips him to the opposite side. Syn hits the ropes and charges back with a head of steam. Mariano drops to the mat and Syn leapfrogs over him. Syn's on the rebound once more and Mariano ducks a clothesline and runs east while Syn runs north, criss cross and Mariano picking up speed, trying to overwhelm Syn. Syn has had enough and on the criss cross, Syn leaps up... and hits a Hurricanrana to stop all of it.DM: Syn with a huge move there! Incredible! SS: He's utilizing everything to beat the gnat! DM: It's MARIANO, not the gnat! Get it right, dumbass! Syn takes a moment to shake the cobwebs out before he walks over to Mariano. He pulls him to his feet and Syn drives his right knee into the gut of Mariano. Mariano doubles over and Syn places him in position... and drops Mariano with the Falcon's Arrow. But he's not done as he stands over Mariano and goes for it...DM: TWISTED THRILLS! A Standing Corkscrew Shooting Star Press! What a move that was! SS: Syn's gonna take it! I know he will! DM: Syn's got the cover! Could it be? ONE!!!!
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THRE---NO!!!!DM: NO! Mariano kicks out just before the hand reached down for the three count! SS: This is bullshit! BULLSHIT! DM: Shut up, idiot! These two are battling it out in a great contest and it's been rather close so far! Syn sits there, shocked that Mariano was able to kick out. He gets Mariano back to his feet and hits him with a few blows to the face. Mariano is staggering and Syn goes for a Spear... but Mariano leapfrogs him and Syn's body collides with the turnbuckle. Syn stumbles back and once he turns around, Mariano jumps up and goes for it... and he hits Syn with a jumping uppercut he calls Shoryuu - Ken. Syn is down and Mariano makes the cover...SS: NO! KICK OUT SYN! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, KICK OUT! ONE!!!!
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THRE---NO!!!!DM: OH MY! Now Syn just barely kicked out in the nick of time! Near fall after near fall! SS: Whew! Thank god! I was worried for a minute! DM: You need to take a chill pill, old man! And I mean a severe dosage of those! Mariano gets back up after that near fall and with Syn down, Mariano starts to signal for the Tsunami Strike. Which brings a roar of anticipation from the crowd.DM: It's over, Mariano is going to score a win over the number one contender for the World Title. What a win this will be Mariano. SS: Stay down Syn, don't turn around. DM: Here it comes Saint. Just as Mariano is about to strike, a huge thunderbolt strikes in the corner closest to Mariano. The vibration and power sends Mariano crashing to the mat.DM: Mariano is down. Where the hell did that lightning come from? SS: Isn't Lightning a calling card of Magnus Thunder? I thought he was gone, released, fired. DM: I don't know what to think anymore. Mariano is down and Syn begins to get to his feet. He notices Mariano down and looks around before a grin comes across his face. He gets Mariano to his feet, kicks him in the gut and hooks him in a Double Armed Straight-Jacket before hitting it...SS: YES! THE KILLING JOKE! SYN HIT IT! DM: I'm still wondering what the fuck we just witnessed! And here's the cover! ONE!!!!
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THREE!!!!*DING! DING! DING!*Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... SYN!!! "Duality" by Slipknot hits and Syn celebrates his victory while holding his ribs. He rolls out of the ring and lays on the floor.DM: Syn got the victory, no thanks in part to the lightning that struck Mariano! SS: A win is a win and Syn has beaten the gnat once more! DM: For the last fucking time, it's Mariano, not the gnat! Get it right! As Mariano lies in the ring trying to recover. From under the ring clad in his grungy attire but wearing a CWF t-shirt instead of his 'Aussie Pride' shirt is Curtis Wilkes. He slides into the ring and looks down at the fallen Mariano before pulling a microphone out of his pocket.Curtis: For two to three long fortnights, you have stuck your nose where it didn't belong Mariano. You want to play the martyr for the fools you save. Well guess what you little bastard. Tonight, your wish is going to be granted. Curtis picks Mariano up and throws to ringside on the ramp side. Curtis follows him outside and digs out from his back pocket two pairs of handcuff. He places one on the right hand just as Mariano comes to. Sensing what is about to happen, Mariano begins to fight with his free arm. Only for Curtis to hit him with a perfectly placed elbow shot to the side of his skull. With Mariano out. Curtis cuffs both of Mariano's arms above his head. Leaving Mariano helpless. With that in place. Curtis speaks again into the microphone, just as he picks up a steel chair from ringside.Curtis: Just know Mariano. What is about to happen to you. This is your fault. Curtis sets the chair down and sits on it.Curtis: There is no fun in hurting you physically though. So I thought I would do something different. So, look up at the screen. Curtis leans back on the chair as he and Mariano look towards the screen. It appears to be something extra filmed after Curtis's promo. The figure under the black blanket still cowers and shivers in fear. On the screen Curtis pulls up the blanket to reveal a tied up and gagged Rei. Something that makes Mariano cry out in anguish and begin to violently thrash to get free from his restraints. Curtis just gets up from the chair and looks right into face of Mariano as he seethes with anger.Curtis: You pushed me buddy boy and without even laying a hand on you. I've crippled you. Battle Finale, I finish the job. I am Elite Mariano. And I will always be better than you!!!! Curtis then spits in the face of Mariano with a smile before picking up the steel chair and with violent force brings it down on Mariano's head. While the crowd in attendance boos and voices it's anger at Curtis. Who walks up the ramp with no expression on face.DM: Poor Rei! Poor Rei! I hope she's okay! SS: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Oh this is awesome! So fucking awesome! Curtis hasn't lost a step when it comes to fucking with people! DM: It's heinous is what it is! Completely heinous! Once Curtis is gone. Syn is now back up and looks around and shakes his head before beginning to walk up the ramp. Once he reaches the ramp, Jay Thunder comes out and attacks him and the two of them continue their brawl from earlier in the right.DM: Jay and Syn are at it again! Second time tonight they are brawling with each other! SS: This is complete and total anarchy! These two want to KILL each other! I love it! The two are fighting on top of the stage, hitting the living hell out of each other. Syn's jabbing his fists to the face of Jay, with a few of them connecting to Jay's nose which starts to bleed once more. Syn grabs Jay by the hair... and bounces his head off of one of the stage panels. Jay stumbles back but Syn grabs him... and does it again to take Jay down.DM: Jay's down and his forehead has been cut open! SS: He's split open like a piggie! This brutality is awesome! Syn goes over to Jay and gets him up to a vertical standing. Syn lands a right to Jay's head, but Jay somehow comes back with one of his own. Syn goes for one, but it's blocked and Jay begins to hit a various amount of rights and lefts to the man who's going to challenge him for the World title. Syn staggers back and is nearing the end of the stage where the pyro area is just below, but Syn keeps his balance. Jay runs towards him, hoping for a spear, but Syn kicks him in the face and Jay goes back. Syn now grabs a dazed Jay in a Double Armed Straight-Jacket Neckbreaker and looks below before a smirk forms on his face.DM: No way! No fucking way he's going to do this! SS: He's crazy like a fox! Damn right he's going to do it! Syn smirks and proceeds to hit Jay with The Killing Joke off of the stage and into the pyrotechnics area, sending quite a few shocks from that area.DM: GOOD FUCKING GOD! SYN WITH THE KILLING JOKE INTO THE PYRO AREA! SS: Damn! They wanted to kill each other... and they sure as hell made each other hurt with that one! Syn and Jay Thunder both lay there motionless as the PCW pyro crew immediately shuts the power off. Referee's and medical personnel immediately come to the two wrestlers who are likely injured to all hell. Referee's Larry Smith and Ricky Tiffin direct the paramedics to Jay and Syn whom are laid out and can't even move. As referee's and paramedics are tending to the two of them, we...Fade to Black.(c)2013 Premium Championship Wrestling. All Rights Reserved. Premium Championship Wrestling and its likeness is (c)2013 Baker-Money Ryder Productions, Inc.
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