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Post by Papi El Sueno on May 11, 2013 14:45:10 GMT -5
Warning: The following content is rated TV-MA and it is intended 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. Instead of the usual opening for Saturday Night Rapture, the arena was eerily silent as wrestlers continued to fill up the ringside area, as they had been doing a few moments before the show came on the air. The cameras switched out to the crowd, showing vast confusion among the fans as they watched wrestler after wrestler pour out from the back, each from either Cardinal City Pro, Pride, or Honor Championship Wrestling. Each was wearing a T-Shirt that shows what brand they are on. The silence grew more tense for a few moments as the camera showed Shannon Saint sitting at the broadcast booth by him self, with Desiree Miles noticeably absent from her position next to him.SS: Hello and welcome to the one year anniversary of Premium Championship Wrestling! This is Saturday Night Rapture, live from the Valley View Casino Center in San Diego, California! I am Shannon Saint and as obvious, Desiree Miles is absent! For those who haven't heard throughout the last two weeks whether it's on the wrestling news sites or on Twitter, Tom Pendergrass and TJ Parks organized a protest of sorts against Morgan Simmons and Terrell Ryder, which in turn, has had a lot of support from not just PCW, but also our developmental system Pride Wrestling and affiliates Cardinal City Pro and Honorable Championship Wrestling! The silence was abruptly ended as "Sick of it" by Skillet began playing, and several PCW Superstars came out onto the stage. It was Team Lethality, as well as PCW Broadcast Champion, Brian Stryker, each dressed in a "We Are PCW" T-Shirt. They walked down to the ring, followed by most of the PCW Roster. The roster stops at the foot of the ramp, and Team Lethality and Stryker all enter the ring as the fans cheer for the many wrestlers that are at ringside.SS: Damn! It seems most of this roster has taken part here! I knew there was a lot of names, but not THAT MANY! Shit! The group stands stoic in the ring as the fans question what this is all about. Brian Stryker steps forward first taking a PCW microphone in his hand. He looks at the PCW logo cube on the mic and slides it off, tossing it into the crowd.Stryker: Battle Finale 3 was a night that will never be forgotten. It will exist in the annals of PCW History as the night injustice happened. During the height of the battle for control over this show, Terrell Ryder shocked the world and helped Team Morgan steal the victory. Now we will have to live under the reign of tyranny. A reign of evil. The group you see before you are ones that believe in a common goal. We believe in a PCW free from an iron rule. We are PCW, and we won't be silenced. Stryker takes his belt off his shoulder and holds it up high.Stryker: This title may not be as "prestigious" as some of the other titles but I am still it's champion. And That gives me the sworn duty of representing this company and all it stands for. And I will fight for that company and I will bring honor back to everything PCW stands for! Stryker hands the microphone to Danielle Lopez, who gets a huge pop in her hometown. She stands there, looking at the crowd before beginning to speak.Danielle Lopez: I have been here since the very beginning, literally and figuratively. I have seen countless people come and go. Those who thought they were big shots, turned out to be busts. I have even witnessed quite a few power struggles in my time here. But the actions that Terrell Ryder did two weeks ago was sickening. It made me sick to my stomach knowing that HE is the one responsible for that fucking moron Morgan Simmons for being in charge of this show. It makes me sick of knowing that he threw many years of friendship down the fucking drain for somebody like her and honestly, I don't get it. Danielle pauses before continuing.Danielle Lopez: Terrell, we want answers and you better give them to us. And also at the same point. Morgan Simmons. In name, you might be the boss and your team did win the eight person tag team match, but does that really mean a goddamn thing at the end of the day? To me it doesn't because I don't respect you. Every one of these men and women who are out here have zero respect for you. Danielle pauses and the crowd starts chanting "Fuck Morgan" before she continues.Danielle Lopez: I'll finish it with this. Now that the dust has settled regarding who is the World Heavyweight Champion. I think it's pretty fucking obvious who gets the next shot and that person... is me! I want... no, I DEMAND to be given my rightful shot at the PCW World Heavyweight Championship. And in the midst of this demanding game, I'm going to make another request. GIVE REAPER A REMATCH FOR THE PCW PLATINUM CHAMPIONSHIP! Because if you don't... well as the old saying goes, bad things will happen. So give Reaper and I our title shots, or else. Danielle passes the microphone to her cousin Mariah, who wastes no time in speaking.Mariah Lopez: The fact that this company is in the hands of any member of Toxic is complete bullshit. The fact that it happened pisses me off because a good man was removed in order for that stupid bitch to be in control. It makes my blood boil knowing that we have to be employed by these people. But as Stryker said, we're not the type of people to be silenced. Hell no to that! We are PCW and we will fight this reign of tyranny, even if we so happen to get mowed down in the process. We're going to fight against this injustice and I don't care if Morgan or her little cronies like it or not. Mariah passes the microphone down to PCW play-by-play announcer Desiree Miles, who gets a large pop from the crowd.Desiree Miles: Since the first PCW show on July 29th, 2010, there have been a lot of things that have happened here. Good and bad, but I have been here for every one of them. I have called such moments like The Elite forming, Sickboy and Yoshiru Long returning as the Clown and Werewolf, the three Step Up shows of this era and so on, but never did I think what happened two weeks ago would happen. Desiree pauses and the crowd is silent as well.Desiree Miles: What happened was the most shocking thing of all in my near three years here. It was heinous, it was low and it was full of backstabbing and treachery. It was bullshit and still is today. Like the men and women that are standing out here, I will NOT stand for it and I don't want to be under some bogus ass leadership that Morgan Simmons is going to bring to us. The PCW Revolution will stand tall and if you think there's any backing down from the voice of this company... THINK AGAIN, BITCH! After Desiree said her piece, she handed Tom the mic. He looked around for a minute at the crowd of people at ringside.Tom: Now, I have been wrestling on and off for the better part of the last 4 years. I have scratched, clawed, and I'll own up a few occasions, screwed my up one long, hellified path to finally inking a deal with Premium Championship Wrestling last fall as a Member of Team Lethality. And when I did that, I immediately become involved in one of the longest running feuds in the history of the company, that being The Black Rose Mafia, Team Lethality's predecessor, vs. Toxic. I'm not gonna sit here and stunt: Toxic brought the fight every Goddamn time that we ended up battling one another, but as you can tell by this- Tom paused to hold up the Pride Wrestling X Championship to cheers from both the crowd and the locker room.Tom: - and the Title Belt sitting on Desiree's shoulder, you damn well better believe we fought them back every single step of the way. But now....now everything has changed. Somehow, someway, Morgan Simmons has managed to slide right in as the General Manager of PCW. Meaning she now holds the future of about 80% of the people here at ringside in her hands. While some people ain't exactly worried about it, think about it in the long term of things. Who's safe from being on her bad side? Let me save you the trouble of thinking and give you an answer: Nobody. Unless you run with Toxic, or you are in The Disciples of Syn, nobody on this roster is safe from having to deal with her. Bar None. But Morgan isn't the only person who you have to worry about. She may be the General Manager, but she's not the one who pulled the trigger on it. He is. Tom then points to the screen on the tron, which shows the replay of the ending moment of the 8 person tag team match, with Terrell Ryder hitting him in the back with a steel chair.SS: Two weeks ago, Terrell nailed Tom in the back with the chair and it ensured the victory for Team Morgan! Tom looks disgusted as the replay comes to an end, before he starts speaking again, now pacing the length of the ring.Tom: What pisses me off the most about that clip isn't that I got pinned. I can take a loss and rebound. Nah, what pisses me off is the fact that it wasn't Morgan or even Mariella who beat me....it was Ryder. T-Money took a chair, bashed me in the back, and sold the entire company up the goddamn river to a vindictive little creature who can't get over the fact that she's somebody's used fuck-toy. Tom stops, before he looks up at the stage.Tom: Aye Yo! Ryder! Morgan! Ya'll got about 150 to 200 people out here waiting for an explanation. I suggest you not only come out here and give them one, but do it right now. Otherwise, every PCW Wrestler under contract is prepared to walk the fuck out of this show. SS: Then how the fuck are we going to have a show then, you idiot? "As The Sun Falls, Darkness Shall Come"The rest of Tech N9ne's "Blackened The Sun" hits and the crowd boos ever so loudly at the arrival of Morgan Simmons and Terrell Ryder. They stand on the stage and look around at the PCW wrestlers who are eyeing them, wanting an explanation. They stand on the ramp and Morgan Simmons has the microphone in her hand.Morgan Simmons: Welcome to MY SHOW! The crowd boos loudly.Morgan Simmons: And you insignificant little idiots all in the ring and at ringside are holding up the greatness that is PCW. You're preventing greatness from being on the air. And for what? Because you and these moronic fans don't like that I am in control? You idiots just have to deal with it. Morgan smirks and hands the microphone to Terrell, who gets a loud chorus of boos mixed in with "You Sold Out" chants. He smirks before speaking.Terrell Ryder: If you people would be quiet... The crowd's boos only intensify.Terrell Ryder: ... I have something I want to say. The crowd yells "Fuck you" at him. He shakes his head before speaking once more.Terrell Ryder: Do you people really want an explanation as to WHY I did what I did at Battle Finale? The crowd cheers.Terrell Ryder: Well even though you idiots don't deserve shit, I'll tell you why. You see, back in November, Morgan and I planned for all of this to happen. We were plotting on how to get PCW into the hands of a visionary. An anarchic visionary so to speak. If you've seen on Twitter, you'll ask "why did Alexis Landry come to my office more frequently back in November"? Well I know Alexis is on the side opposing us for some reason, because she's a piece of shit, but her blowing me proved to be effective. Terrell smirks as Alexis stands there, seething with anger.Terrell Ryder: C'mon Alexis, you know you loved the dick. Suckin' on it like a lollipop. And Alexis sucking like a hooker on her last pay day, was the start of a plan. You'll also wonder why I didn't pull the trigger at Struggle for Power last December and how I waffled Jimmy Gambino with a chair. It was all a part of a plan. I wanted to ensure that people were secure with management and I wanted NOBODY to see Battle Finale III coming at all. It's an idea even I didn't think I could pull off. It took a long long time to get it into fruition. I mean, who wouldn't want Morgan in charge of their company other than complete idiots that is? The crowd boos.Terrell Ryder: My question answered right there. You morons wouldn't like it because you're all just that... morons! But I look at Morgan as a human being and as a leader, and she fits all criterias to be a boss and she's a tough tough lady who doesn't take shit from anybody. All the little kids should look up to a woman like Morgan Simmons. The crowd boos even louder than before.Terrell Ryder: I'm serious. She is a role model and PCW in general needed a new direction. Morgan was the most qualified and as much as James Baker was and is a friend of mine, he had to be pushed out of the door for this new direction to take place. A direction that is of a new age. One that will no doubt lead this company into the future for years to come. We had great success but it's time to move forward. Terrell pauses one more time before continuing.Terrell Ryder: And hitting Tom Pendergrass with that chair was a means to go into this new direction. It's nothing personal, it's just business. I hope you can understand that. Stryker takes the mic and glares at Ryder.Stryker: Role model? You think that sack of STD's is a role model? I'd rather call the Kardashians role models before that woman. But you did get one thing right Ryder. We are heading in a new direction. That direction? Right down the shit hole. This new age you see is not gonna happen,not if we have anything to say about it. Stryker looks down and points to his "We are PCW" shirt.Stryker: This is more then just a shirt. This is more then just a catch phrase. This is more then alittle protest. What you see before you is nothing short then a revolution. We stand united in our cause and we are not alone. Every person you see at ringside, every person in the stands, every viewer watching at home will have their voices heard. Morgan Simmons: Stryker, Stryker, Stryker. Do you really think I care about your feeble little attempts at forming a "revolution"? I don't if that's what you're wanting to know. These idiots in the crowd and watching at home do not matter one bit. And every one of you workers participating in this little thing, do not matter because you all cannot get primetime work anywhere else other than here. The crowd boos Morgan.Morgan Simmons: You idiots who are taking part really should just stop this charade and kindly get back to work. I mean, if you really cared about PCW, you would adjust with the times and make the best of it. But you idiots don't care about it at all, now do you? Danielle now is handed the microphone and begins to speak.Danielle Lopez: You're going to question about whether we care or not? We're doing this because WE FUCKING CARE! YOU DO NOT KNOW what it's like to be a wrestler here. You have NO FUCKING IDEA how it's like to get a full time PCW contract and experience all the highs and lows of being a PCW wrestler. There's no place I would rather go than here and I'll be damned if PCW succumbs to this supposed "new age" because it's not going to make PCW better. You being GM makes it WORSE! The crowd cheers.Danielle Lopez: PCW is more than just three little letters. It's a lifestyle. It's something special, something that you will not get and it's something that these men and women and the fans know how special it is and goddammit, we are NOT going to let you, traitor up there or your idiotic Toxic Disciples group, whatever you're calling them this week, to kill this company. We will NOT allow that. Tom is handed the mic and sneers at Morgan and Terrell, before he speaks.Tom: The way I see it, you have two choices on hand. You either listen to our requests and such, we go back to doing what we love to do, and that will be the end of it. OR....you could be dumbasses and try to pull the Power-Card, we all take the day off, and Terrell has to explain to PCW's sponsors how he let the entire roster, as well as several of his Champions, walk out on him after they aired out their grievances and GAVE HIM the chance to make shit right. Tom leaned against the top rope and looked up at the two on stage.Tom: So...what's it gonna be, "Boss"? You wanna talk business, or should we just go ahead and walk? Terrell goes to speak, but Morgan stops him and takes the microphone. She smirks before beginning to speak.Morgan Simmons: Alright, alright. Let's talk business, but first. Danielle, as for your demands of you and Reaper getting title shots. It's NOT HAPPENING! The crowd boos loudly. Danielle is given the microphone by Tom Pendergrass and she begins to go off.Danielle Lopez: Really Morgan? You're going to deny Reaper and I of what we want? Well, I DID say the "or else" option would happen so that will come very very soon, you stupid bitch. Danielle pauses and stares a hole right into the General Manager and the Owner.Danielle Lopez: For far too long, I have been passed over at a shot at that title and I'm fucking sick and tired of it. It makes my blood boil knowing that I haven't had an opportunity. I'm the longest tenured employee here and I'm arguably one of the best in the world yet I haven't received one fucking chance at the World title. Morgan, you will give me a shot at Syn and you will give Reaper a shot at the Platinum title. Mark my fucking words. There will be hell to pay for the mistake you just made. And it's one somebody will have to live the rest of his life with. Danielle says with a rather evil tone in her voice and the evil smirk on her face. Tom nods, before he is given the mic by Danielle and shakes his head, before he speaks.Tom: You stupid motherfuckers. You had the chance to get the roster to cooperate with you all peaceful like. But you know what? What happens from hear on out isn't on ANY of us here at ringside. It's all on you two. Just remember that. Morgan Simmons: Yeah, yeah, yeah. I hear you loud and clear. Your feeble little threats mean nothing and I mean NOTHING to US! We'll be looking forward to seeing what type of carnage you can dish out. TA-TA... for now! "Du Hast" by Rammstein hits and the crowd boos as Morgan and Terrell walk to the back while everybody who's out there are either seething in anger or shaking their heads in disappointment because of Morgan not wanting to cooperate.SS: Apparently the demands were not met and supposedly there's going to be hell to pay! We'll be right back with more Rapture after this! **COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on May 11, 2013 14:47:22 GMT -5
We come back from the break and Jimmy Wilkes is standing in the middle of the ring, getting ready to announce the competitors of our match up of the night.
Jimmy Wilkes: This is your opening match up for Saturday Night Rapture and it is a TAG TEAM MATCH, scheduled for ONE FALL!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
Gunshots ring throughout the arena. Then "Welcome Home Instrumental" by Cambria and Coheed plays as Lexi Reiyne walks out to a huge pop. She raises her arms, one higher than the other, and Daniel Ryerson and Jackson Knite walk out behind her to a mixed reaction. Daniel walks to the ring barely paying attention to the fans as Lexi and Jackson slaps some fans' hands.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making their way to the ring, being accompanied by Lexi Reiyne, from Chicago, Illinois, at a combined weight of 447 pounds. Daniel Ryerson and Jackson Knite... THE SECOND CITY SAVIORS!!!
They all climb onto the apron. Daniel jumps over the top rope while Jackson poses on the turnbuckle before jumping into the ring. Lexi waits until the two men are in the ring before she steps slowly through the ropes. Daniel stands in the middle of the ring as Jackson runs by him off the ropes. Jackson stops in the middle where Daniel stands facing away from the ramp. They flip off their opponents before leaning on the corner turnbuckle. Lexi walks over and gives Jackson a good luck kiss. The three talk strategy briefly before Lexi exits the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: And their opponents!
The arena goes dark and there is a sound of cannon shots echoing through out the arena. A demonic voice soon comes over the PA.
"Since the Dawn of man there has always been blood shed, there has always been the eagerness to be great. A lot of people, innocent or guilty, have lostt there life to the cause but there is only one answer to all of that... War is the Answer."
"War is the Answer" by Five Finger Death Punch hits the PA. After the opening guitar riff, Remi LeBau and Logan come out the aisle, showered by the crowd's cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Representing the DAWN OF THE NEW AGE... REMI LEBAU AND LOGAN!!!
They walk with intent to the arena, and pay no mind to the crowd before getting inside of the ring. After they pose on the top rope, they point to the crowd and flex their muscles some more before hopping off and face the Saviors as the referee rings the bell.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And here we go! Our opening match up of the evening is officially underway!
The match begins, and Knite and Logan start things off. Logan goes for a clothesline, but Knite ducks, jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Logan gets to his feet, and Knite connects with a spinning wheel kick, he then delivers a stomp to the midsection, forcing Logan to sit up, holding his stomach in pain before running into the ropes, running back at Logan, and connecting with a running dropkick to the face, he then kneels down, and begins delivering punches to the face. He connects with about seven punches before lifting Logan to his feet, dragging him over to Ryerson, and making the tag. Ryerson gets in the ring, and they irish whip Logan into the ropes. Logan runs back at them, they catch him with a double dropkick, and Knite goes out to the apron. Ryerson turns Logan over, and locks in a Camel clutch. Logan refuses to give up, so Ryerson puts more pressure on the hold, but Logan still refuses to give up, and Ryerson eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then waits for Logan to get to his feet. Logan eventually gets to his feet, and Ryerson connects with a enzuigiri before locking in a armbar. Logan refuses to give up, so Ryerson puts more pressure on the hold, but Logan 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 Ryerson refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
DM: Ryerson better release the hold before he gets disqualified!
Ryerson releases the hold, and waits for Logan to get to his feet. Logan eventually gets to his feet, and Ryerson connects with a kick to the head before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the head. He connects with about nine punches, he then waits for Logan to get back to his feet. Logan eventually gets back to his feet, and Ryerson leaps off, and connects with a springboard crossbody before locking in the Ryerson Lock!
DM: The Ryerson Lock! And Logan is in trouble early!
SS: AH SHIT! Get out of it, Logan!
DM: I thought you hated DNA!
SS: I do, I just don't like these Saviors! Reminds me of those fags Aaron and Nathan Warrens!
DM: Ugh! Homophobia! And Aaron and Nathan are awesome, just like the Second City Saviors are at this moment and time!
Logan refuses to give up, so Ryerson puts more pressure on the hold, but Logan still refuses to give up, so Reyerson puts even more pressure on the hold, but Logan 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 Ryerson refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Ryerson releases the hold, walks over to Knite, makes the tag, and goes out to the apron. knite gets in the ring, lifts Logan to his feet, and goes for a irish whip, but Logan reverses it into a irish whip of his own, and Knite runs into the ropes, runs back at Logan, and Logan catches him with a clothesline, he then lifts Knite to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. He connects with about ten punches, he then lifts Knite back to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about nine stomps, he then lifts Knite back to his feet again, drags him over to Remi, and makes the tag. Remi gets in the ring, they connect with a double suplex, and Logan goes out to the apron. Remi lifts Knite to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a German suplex, he then lifts Knite back to his feet, and connects with a headbutt before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the head. He connects with about eleven punches, he then lifts Knite back to his feet again, and connects with a scoop powerslam before delivering a leg drop, he then lifts Knite to his feet, and connects with a belly to belly suplex before delivering delivering a elbow drop to the chest, he then lifts Knite back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a Tiger suplex before lifting Knite back to his feet again, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a DDT, he then lifts Knite to his feet, and connects with a headbutt before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. He connects with about five punches, he then lifts Knite back to his feet, and connects with a suplex before lifting Knite back to his feet again, and connecting with a sidewalk slam, he then lifts Knite to his feet, and connects with the Spinebuster before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: Jackson Knite kicks out at two!
SS: C'mon Remi! Crush him like a bug! Crush him like nobody's business!
Remi walks over to Logan, makes the tag, and goes out to the apron. Logan gets in the ring, lifts Knite to his feet, and goes for a scoop slam, but Knite reverses it into a headscissors takedown. Logan gets to his feet, and Knite connects with a enzuigiri before crawling over to Ryerson, making the tag, and going out to the apron. Ryerson gets in the ring, lifts Logan to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before locking in a ground head lock. Logan refuses to give up, so Ryerson puts more pressure on the hold, but Logan 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 Ryerson refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Ryerson releases the hold, lifts Logan to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and connects with a suplex before locking in a single leg Boston Crab. Logan refuses to give up, so Ryerson puts more pressure on the hold, but Logan 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 Ryerson refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Ryerson releases the hold, and waits for Logan to get to his feet. Logan eventually gets to his feet, and Ryerson jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Logan gets back to his feet, and Ryerson delivers a punch to the head. Logan returns a punch of his own, and they begin delivering punches. Ryerson. Logan. Reyerson. Logan. Ryerson. Logan. Ryerson. Logan. Ryerson. Logan goes for another punch, but Ryerson ducks, and connects with a dropkick. Logan gets back to his feet again, and Ryerson jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Logan gets to his feet, and Ryerson runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody before delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about twelve stomps, he then lifts Logan back to his feet, drags him over to Knite, and makes the tag. Knite gets in the ring, they connect with a double DDT, and Ryerson goes out to the apron. Knite stalks Logan. Logan gets to his hands and knees, and Knite runs into the ropes, runs back at Logan, and connects with a running dropkick to the side of the head, he then lifts Logan to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with the Second City Sunset before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Now Logan is the one with the kickout!
SS: Good good! Because DNA needs this win!
DM: The Saviors could use it as well! A win here could put either team in the hunt for the World Tag Team titles!
Knite walks over to Ryerson, makes the tag, and goes out to the apron. Ryerson gets in the ring, and waits for Logan to get to his feet. Logan eventually gets to his feet, and Ryerson goes for a kick to the head, but Logan ducks, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT, he then lifts Ryerson back to his feet, and connects with a suplex before lifting Ryerson back to his feet again and connecting with a scoop slam, he then kneels down, and begins delivering punches to the face. He connects with about eleven punches before lifting Ryerson to his feet, dragging him over to Remi, and making the tag. Remi gets in the ring, they connect with a double back suplex, and Logan goes out to the apron. Remi lifts Ryerson to his feet, and connects with a backbreaker, he then lifts Ryerson back to his feet, and connects with a headbutt before lifting Ryerson back to his feet again, and connecting with another heaadbutt, he then lifts Ryerson to his feet, and connects with a third headbutt before lifting Ryerson back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a Tiger suplex, he then lifts Ryerson back to his feet again, and connects with a belly to belly suplex before lifting Ryerson up in Gorilla press position, and throwing him across the ring, he then lifts Ryerson to his feet, and connects with a sidewalk slam before connecting with a leg drop, he then lifts Ryerson back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a German suplex before walking over to Logan, making the tag, and going out to the apron. Logan gets in the ring, kneels down, and begins delivering punches to the head. He connects with about twelve punches before lifting Ryerson to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a piledriver, he then delivers a stomp to the midsection, causing Ryerson to sit up, holding his stomach in pain before running into the ropes, running back at Ryerson, and connecting with a running knee strike to the face, he then lifts Ryerson back to his feet, and connects with a suplex before delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about fourteen stomps, he then waits for Ryerson to get to his feet. Ryerson eventually gets to his feet, and Logan runs intp the ropes, runs back at Ryerson, and connects with the Eye of the Storm before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: And Daniel Ryerson kicks out at two!
SS: Fucking wimp! Stay down!
DM: Have you ever fought a day in your life?
SS: We both know the answer to that!
DM: Do we now? Well I guess you admit it! You've never fought before!
SS: HEY!
Logan lifts Ryerson to his feet, and goes for a suplex, but Ryerson fights out of it, lands on his feet behind Logan, and connects with a back suplex, he then crawls over to Knite, makes the tag, and goes out to the apron. Knite gets in the ring, and waits for Logan to get to his feet. Logan eventually gets to his feet, and Knite runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody, he then waits for Logan to get back to his feet. Logan eventually gets back to his feet, and Knite connects with a kick to the head before waiting for Logan to get back to his feet again. Logan eventually gets back to his feet, and Knite jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Logan gets to his feet, and Knite connects with a dropkick. Logan gets back to his feet, and Knite connects with a spinning wheel kick before lifting Logan to his feet, dragging him over to Ryerson, and making the tag. Ryerson gets in the ring, they connect with a double suplex, and Knite goes out to the apron. Ryerson lifts Logan to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT, he then lifts Logan back to his feet, and connects with Chicago Rollin before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Now Logan with the kickout! I thought for sure the Saviors had it!
SS: DNA needs to win! Let's do it!
DM: I can't even remember the last time they won a match! Seriously, it's been THAT LONG!
Ryerson locks in a rear chin lock. Logan refuses to give up, so Ryerson puts more pressure on the hold, but Logan still refuses to give up, and eventually fights out of it by delivering elbows to the midsection, he then connects with a suplex before lifting Ryerson to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a piledriver, he then walks over to Remi, makes the tag, and goes out to the apron. Remi gets in the ring, lifts Ryerson to his feet, and connects with a belly to belly suplex, he then lifts Ryerson back to his feet, and connects with a headbutt before lifting Ryerson back to his feet again, getting behind him, and connecting with a German suplex, he then lifts Ryerson to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before lifting Ryerson back to his feet, and connecting with a headbutt, he then lifts Ryerson to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with the Black hole sun before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Daniel Ryerson kicks out of a very powerful move called the Black Hole Sun!
SS: DAMMIT! How the hell are they going to win now?
DM: If DNA wants to win, they better do something! Otherwise, they're kinda fucked!
Remi walks over to Logan, makes the tag, and goes out to the apron. Logan gets in the ring, lifts Ryerson to his feet, and goes for a scoop slam, but Ryerson fights out of it, and lands on his feet behind Logan. Logan turns around, and Ryerson connects with a kick to the head before running over to Remi, and connecting with a dropkick, knocking him off the apron, he then lifts Logan to his feet, drags him over to Knite, and makes the tag. Knie gets in the ring, they connect with the Straight Edge Solution! and Knite goes for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here are your winners of the match by pinfall... THE SECOND CITY SAVIORS!!!
"Welcome Home Instrumental" by Cambria and Coheed plays as Ryerson, Knite and Lexi all celebrate the victory to cheers from the crowd.
DM: The Second City Saviors got the victory in their PCW debut match!
SS: Fuck... at least we got to see Lexi Reiyne though. God damn is she hot or what!
DM: I... I don't even want to know when it comes to you! I really don't! Keep that shit to yourself!
The Saviors roll out of the ring and walk up the ramp before heading to the back. Once they're gone, Remi and Logan get to their feet, still dazed and confused. However the lights turn off, reminiscent of Battle Finale III. On the PremiumTron 5000, it reads "I'm coming and nobody's safe". Remi and Logan look at the screen, confused. During it, a masked individual slides in the ring. Logan turns around... only to be floored with a big boot from the masked man.
DM: LOGAN JUST GOT HIS HEAD TAKEN OFF! Who the hell is this guy?
SS: I have no idea, but he's HUGE! He's fucking massive!
Logan rolls to the outside of the ring. Remi turns around and the masked man starts laying into him with rights and lefts and Remi stumbles back. The masked man bounces off the ropes and hits a shoulder block to knock down the 500 pounder. He then bounces off the ropes once more... and hits Remi with a leg drop across the throat.
DM: This unknown individual is laying into DNA here tonight!
SS: FUCK! I've never seen Remi get easily manhandled like this! It's insane!
The masked man climbs over the ropes and out of the ring. He grabs a steel chair before getting back into the ring. He waits for Remi to get up. It takes a bit, but Remi gets up to a vertical standing. Remi turns around... and THWACK! Remi gets crushed in the skull with the chair but he doesn't go down. The masked man hits Remi in the head again... and again... and again with the chair before placing the chair to his throat. The masked man proceeds to hit Remi with a guillotine drop with the chair attached to his throat.
DM: GOOD GOD! And that chair was around Remi's throat!
SS: DAMN! That was brutal!
Remi is down and blood is coming out of his mouth. The lights go out again momentarily. When they go back on, the masked individual is gone and Remi is still down, bleeding from the mouth while Logan has recovered just enough to check on his fallen friend.
DM: Remi is badly hurt! That was just wickedly brutal! We need some medics out here quick!
SS: Yeah! We do!
DM: While we have the medical personnel check on Remi, let's play the official one year anniversary video of PCW! Roll the video!
Once the video ends, we go to commercial break.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on May 11, 2013 14:48:51 GMT -5
Back from the break and in the interview section with a microphone in hand, is Monica Garcia.
Monica Garcia: I am standing by with Totoya Tatsuya, formerly known as Hano Eiyu.
The camera turns to Totoya and the ladies in the crowd scream.
Monica Garcia: Totoya...
Before Monica can even speak another word, Angelina Williams and Derek Saunders of Mi Pi Sexy start beating down Totoya. Angelina hits him with body shots with the "Ugly Stick" while Derek has his boot across the throat of Totoya.
DM: Hey! That's Mi Pi Sexy and they're beating down Totoya!
SS: YES! Beat him within an inch of his life! DO IT!
Derek chokes the life out of Totoya while Angelina continues to beat the hell out of him with the "Ugly Stick". They continue to do damage to him... until security comes in and attempts to break it up. They manage to get in between Derek and Angelina and break it up.
DM: Thank god for security! Derek and Angelina have no business doing that!
SS: I disagree entirely!
Security continues to back off Angelina and Derek who oblige. While they're distracted, Reyna Carter comes in and hits Totoya in the head with a steel chair. She drops the chair... and hits Totoya with the British/Canadian Facecrusher onto the steel chair. Totoya is out like a light and Reyna kneels down before pulling a brown paper bag out and placing it over his head.
DM: This is wrong on so many levels!
SS: Nonsense! Mi Pi Sexy just sent a message to Toyota Toyota! DON'T FUCK WITH THEM!
DM: IT'S TOTOYA TATSUYA, not Toyota Toyota, you fucking retard!
SS: Same thing!
DM: No it's not! Our next match of the night is between Reyna Carter and Brytain Montgomery!
SS: Reyna lost her last PCW match while Brytain beat SM Raye on April 13th! These two have had some choice words towards each other so it's going to be interesting to see how this match plays out!
DM: And with that, we take it to Jimmy Wilkes who's about 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!
"Puppets On A String (with lyrics)" by Dale Oliver 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.
Jimmy Wilkes: And her opponent!
The arena plunges into complete and total darkness and as the first few strains of "Skulls" by The Misfits thunder from the sound system, there is an explosion of pyro, blindingly white. The pyro pops and crackles across the stage like lightening. I want your skull, I need your skull.... Brytain Montgomery bursts onto the stage, her pink hair flying around her and a cocky smirk on her face. Pausing at the top of the ramp, she smirks as the heavy beat of the music vibrates throughout the arena.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, from Raleigh, North Carolina... BRYTAIN MONTGOMERY!!!
Brytain breaks into a run down towards the ring and slides underneath the bottom rope on her stomach. Quickly on her feet, she scales the turnbuckle in a few quick leaps and throws her arms back as though she is flying while she headbangs along to her music. The crowd is screaming for her now, jumping up and down with her like they're at a rock concert. As the last few drumbeats fade out through the arena, Brytain leans back against the ropes and waits, a smirk twisting her lips.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And here we go! These two are wasting no time as they charge into a collar and elbow tie up, Reyna is working Brytain back into the corner, using her strength to force Brytain back!
SS: Reyna is a very WICKED woman! Just how I like it!
DM: But Brytain counters under takes Reyna into a rear waist lock, and now sweeps her to the mat!
SS: Brytain looks as lost as a skinny geek competing in a strong woman competition!
DM: Rude as always, Saint, but Brytain is putting on a scientific battle right here! Mexican armdrag on Reyna!
SS: Reyna seems to be a brawler by trade, so 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! Reyna now breaks her arm free and gives Brytain an elbow to the jaw for the hell of it! Reyna gets herself up, and lands a big boot into Brytain's mid-section! Brytain 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 Reyna won't give her the opportunity, sliding underneath the ropes and approaching Brytain who isn’t even paying attention! Reyna whips her around and now heaves her up for a scoop slam!
DM: Not this time, Brytain slides off out of Reyna’s grasps and drops down behind her... Dropkick to the back! And she quickly follows up with a backbreaker across the knee! Brytain drags Reyna to her feet! She stuffs her up in the ring and follows suit hastily! She’s not going to let Reyna breathe!
SS: Gotta admit it's a good strategy... for a skinny little geek.
DM: SHUT UP, SAINT! Brytain isn’t still shooting into the pin and is instead going to lift Reyna up to her feet! She leans her up in the corner and now drills her with a series of forearm shots!
SS: BUT WAIT! Reyna is getting infuriated with each one, and now Reyna strikes back with a melee of strikes right into the midsection! She lifts Brytain right here... and DRIVES HER into the canvas with a devastating Spinebuster! WHAT AN UPSET!
DM: Look at the violent look on Reyna's face!
SS: Reyna heaves Brytain’s leg up, and the referee is down for the count!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Nope! Brytain kicks out at two!
SS: Brytain is on the rebound from that devastating maneuver, as she’s using the ropes to prop herself up here, but Reyna is also on her way to a vertical basis!
DM: Brytain is up but she needs to get off the ropes! Here comes Reyna like a runaway train but Brytain ducks under and launches Reyna up and over the top rope! Brytain turns now... SPINNING HEEL KICK ON Reyna! RIGHT TO THE HEAD!
SS: HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
DM: That shot echoed through the arena right here! Reyna collapses down on the apron and she looks like she's in bad shape!
SS: NOOOOOOOOOOOO!
DM: Reyna is out like a light on the apron and Brytain just needs to follow up! COVER BY Brytain!
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Reyna puts her shoulder up!
SS: YES!!! DESTROY HER, Reyna!!! 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 Brytain as they chant her name throughout the arena. Brytain draws Reyna to her feet on the apron. Brytain now pulls Reyna’s head over the top rope and it looks like she has a guillotine in mind. But Reyna will have none of it, and shoots Brytain off across the ring. Brytain comes back for to strike but Reyna drives an elbow right into her gut!
SS: Reyna now draws Brytain out over the middle rope and drills her with a knee right into the skull, sending Brytain tottering back into the ring!
DM: Reyna is taking this to the air, I’d be careful if I was her, that is an unforgiving territory! Reyna is going for a flying head scissors... NO! COUNTER POWERBOMB BY BRYTAIN!
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 REYNA! SHE'S VALIANTLY CONTINUING THIS MATCH!
Both ladies are making their way to their feet right here at an equal pace. Brytain throws a fist but Reyna blocks it and drives her knee into Brytain’s ribs. Reyna now lifts Brytain and drives her down with a thunderous gutwrench powerbomb!
SS: Reyna 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 Brytain, 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! Reyna is back up and leads Brytain to her feet, she signals for the end to the crowd! She's coming up on Brytain, staggering from behind...
SS: EAT DEFEAT! EAT DEFEAT!
DM: Reyna going for the INFERIORITY COMPLEX! NO! BRYTAIN STRUGGLES TO BREAK FREE, AND SHE PULLS AN IRISH WHIP ON Reyna!
SS: THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!?
DM: Reyna rebounds of the ropes... SHINING WIZARD BY BRYTAIN! RIGHT TO REYNA'S TEMPLE!
SS: FUCK!!!
DM: COVER BY BRYTAIN!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
SS: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... BRYTAIN MONTGOMERY!!!
"Skulls" by The Misfits hits and the crowd cheers as Brytain celebrates her victory.
DM: Brytain Montgomery with the victory over Reyna Carter!
SS: NO! My Reyna lost! My Reyna lost!
DM: What in the blue hell is wrong with you?
SS: I'm sad Reyna lost, okay!
DM: You are fuckin' weirding me out, old man! We gotta go to break! We'll be back with more after these messages!
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Post by Papi El Sueno on May 11, 2013 14:49:58 GMT -5
DM: Welcome back to Repture, ladies and gentlemen. Before we get back to more action, I wanna talk about the brutality that was the Last Man Standing Match between our former General Manager James Baker and PCW Hall of Famer Leon Lonewolf.
SS: Oh boy. The snorefest begins.
DM: Shut the fuck up, you fat twat. Now as I was saying, Let’s take you back to what happened at Battle Finale.
2 Weeks Ago…
Lonewolf gets up to a vertical standing as does James with the assistance of the ropes. Lonewolf runs towards him... and clotheslines James over them and onto the floor. Lonewolf rolls out of the ring and grabs a steel chair. He waffles James in the back with it over and over again. He now walks around ringside and grabs the table from earlier before picking it up and walking up the ramp. Once he's at the top of the ramp, he hops down and sets the table up on the floor below.
DM: What the fuck is he thinking of here? You don't think?
SS: Both of them are damn insane enough to do it! We have met them!
Lonewolf smiles before climbing back onto the stage. James Baker gets to his feet and starts walking up the ramp for Lonewolf. Once he's there, Lonewolf meets him with a right... and another one... and another one before attempting to slam James' head against the stage pannel, but James blocks it... and instead, it's Lonewolf's skull bouncing off the panel. James grabs Leon and places him in position before hitting him with the Russian leg sweep. Both are down for a moment, before James gets to his feet. He looks at the top of the PremiumTron 5000 and then at a downed Leon Lonewolf before looking back up there and smiles before walking towards it.
DM: OH MY GOD! HE'S FUCKING DOING IT! JAMES BAKER IS CLIMBING THE PREMIUMTRON 5000!
SS: These two morons are going to kill each other! I LOVE IT!
James begins climbing to the top of the PremiumTron 5000, and Lonewolf follows suit. They get to the very top and start throwing rights and lefts at each other. James hits Lonewolf a few times and he staggers towards the end of the tron, but keeps his balance. James goes to throw him off, but Lonewolf with a kick to the gut. Lonewolf hits James with a right... and then a left... and a few more shots the head. James now stumbles to the end of the tron, but luckily for him, he keeps his balance. Leon goes for another right, but James ducks. Leon turns around and James kicks him in the gut and hooks him in position for The Payoff. James looks down at the floor below and smiles before hitting The Payoff to Lonewolf from thirty feet above the PremiumTron 5000 all the way down through the table set up and landing on the concrete floor below.
SS: OH NO...
DM: GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY! THEY KILLED EACH OTHER! AS GOD AS MY WITNESS... THEY ARE BROKEN IN HALF!!!
James and Lonewolf lay motionless on the floor as the fans chant "Holy Shit" at them. Referee Ricky Tiffin checks on the two and they're not moving. He throws up the "X" and the bell rings.
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: The referee has ordered a stoppage to this contest, therefore it has been declared a NO CONTEST!!!
The crowd can't react as they are concerned about James and Leon who are laid out. The medical personnel get the stretchers and medical equipment. James is loaded onto a board and placed on a stretcher. The same for Leon who's badly beaten up. Well both competitors are basically.
DM: I hope both James and Leon are okay! You never want to see a competitor get seriously hurt here!
SS: Speak for yourself here! I love seeing all this shit! It's liberating!
DM: You're an ass! An absolute ass!
The medics begin to wheel them out. The crowd cheers loudly as both James and Leon give the thumbs up, signaling that they are okay despite that nasty fall that they took.
DM: Well ladies and gentlemen, while James Baker is still recovering at the hospital, rumors are flying around the locker room that Leon Lonewolf is indeed here tonight.
SS: Preposterous! He took a huge fall and nearly killed himself. I hope he is stuck in that hospital bed for the rest of his li-
SCREAM…SHOUT…
DM YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!
SS: AW HELL TO THE NO!!!
SCREAM…SHOUT…
WE ARE THE FALLEN ANGELS!!!
A blaze of fire explodes, surrounding the stage, the ramp, and the ring itself. As “Fallen Angels" hits the P/A, followed by massive pop. As the song 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: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome a member of the PCW Hall of Fame... "THE HONORABLE DEMON"... LEON LONEWOLF!!!!!!!!
SS: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SCHIZO DOING HERE?!?! HE SHOULD BE BEDRIDDEN FOR THE NEXT 10 YEARS!!!
DM: Apparently not! Listen to this sold out capacity crowd. San Diego is welcoming The Angel of Chaos with open arms and standing ovations! Honestly, I, too, was not expecting Lonewolf to return so soon. But how is he even standing let alone walking on his own after what happened 2 weeks ago?
SS: Maybe you blew him so many times, he managed to regain strength.
DM: First of all, no. Second, if you always make insulting sex jokes to everyone, does that mean you actually do it and saying other do it to make yourself feel better?
SS: Shut up, you cunt!
DM: You will either cease the shit-talking or I will make sure our catering serve you shit for the next month!
As Desiree and Shannon argue, 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 signals for a mic, which a stagehand hands him. The music dies down, the crowd gives Leon a huge ovation, followed by “Epic Match” and “Lonewolf” chants. The camera zooms in on a fan with a sign saying “Lonewolf/Baker III: 5-STAR MATCH” Lonewolf smiles at he crowd before signaling the crowd to quiet down, as he is about to speak.
Leon Lonewolf: Oh boy am I going to have some awesome memories of San Diego for years to come.
The crowd cheers to the mention of their hometown.
Leon Lonewolf: 2 weeks ago, I broke ribs, fractured lungs, busted open my skull, and nearly died during that Last Man Standing Match, especially from that 30-35 foot drop from the very top of the PremiumTron 5000. I will admit that that moment scared the piss out of me more than anything else in my professional wrestling career. Not The Elite, not the Fate of the Gods Deathmatch, not even The Pyramid Battles made shake like a rabid animal than falling from the top of a giant TV Screen. Believe that. Now any normal athlete who would take a fall like that would be in the hospital for at least 3 months. But if you know my past, I’m not a normal athlete. Unfortunately, I am not medically cleared to wrestle, so I might as well give my thoughts on the aftermath. Besides, why would I miss the Anniversary show of PCW’s revival?
The crowd cheers. A few “Pee Cee Dub!” cheers begin.
Leon Lonewolf: First thing to discuss on the agenda is the sudden change in authority as Team Morgan, with the help of our traitorous President Terrell Ryder dethroned James Baker and made Queen Toxic Bitch the General Manager of Rapture.
The crowd boos.
Now knowing the mind or Ryder, I’m sure his reasoning involves making money and all that bullshit, but Ryder, I don’t give a fuck. What you did is unforgiving and I’m sure because of that stunt you pulled, your stock is falling faster than the Hindenburg took to blow up. And Morgan. Oh Morgan. You have to make sure the spotlight is on you. Typical of most women. Well guess what? You have your 15 minutes of fame. But soon, it will come to an end. And I know a few people who stand for making sure corruption does not fall in PCW. And soon, you and Ryder will be out of our misery. And you can take your Toxic bitches with you!
The crowd cheers. More “Lonewolf” chants begin.
Leon Lonewolf: Secondly, some sad news for us all. My best friend and tag team partner Mariano Fernandez…the injuries sustained at Battle Finale are too much for his body to handle, so I am forced to say that…Mariano is retiring from the ring.
The crowd boos.
Leon Lonewolf: I know, I know. I’m upset as well. In fact, I was wanting to reunite Otaku Gaijin and go for the Tag Team Titles. But unfortunately, I have to find a new partner to help me become PCW’s first ever Triple Crown and Grand Slam Champion. However, this brings me to my final thing. One involving Curtis Wilkes.
The crowd boos more.
Leon Lonewolf: Curtis and I have such long history together. Dating back to CWF. But after CWF was bought out and I, well, wasn’t myself, we had such a huge rivalry. I snapped out of it, but he snapped into insanity. He and Yoshiru Long think they are Elite wrestlers. Well you know what? Elite wrestlers don’t beat them so bad, they have to be dragged out and you stand there with a smile on your face! That not Elite. That’s Psychotic, Heartless. That is what you call a animal, a monster…a demon. I love Mariano like a brother, and I’m not one who succumbs to revenge, but there is an old saying: Mess with me, I'll fight back. Mess with my friends, I'll hurt you. Mess with the ones I love, and they'll never be able to identify you. And mark my words, when I am through with you, I will make sure no one will recognize you after the damage I have will deal to you is done. The Angel has spoken…and chaos…will rain upon you.
Leon drops the mic and walks backstage as “Fallen Angels” hit’s the P/A again.
DM: Wow. Powerful words by The Honorable Demon.
SS: That’s exactly what they are. Words.
DM: Well let's take it to the ring where our next match up is scheduled to take place!
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, 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!
Lights slowly fade into a dark grey, and the crowd goes silent. A black fog ascends the ramp and ring-side area, and then "Gave It All Away" - RED starts to get louded. As it reaches it's loudest point, out comes "The Shadow" Alex Brown. Wearing his ring gear.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Perth, Scotland, weighing in at 257 pounds... "THE SHADOW"... ALEX BROWN!!!
He slowly walks down to the ring, and rolls under the bottom rope. He climbs to the top rope and creates a X with his arms waiting for the bell to ring.
DM: Since Totoya Tatsuya was attacked earlier tonight by Mi Pi Sexy, this is now a one on one contest!
SS: Heh!
DM: Let's...
Before Desiree could complete her sentence, the lights turn off and the crowd cheers loudly.
DM: NOT AGAIN! We had this after the Second City Saviors versus DNA match up!
SS: And you know how that one ended up for DNA, more specifically Remi Lebau!
DM: It DID NOT end well for him whatsoever!
The lights come back on and the masked man from earlier tonight appears. Derek Jacobs is standing there and he has no idea what's about to happen. Jacobs turns around, only to get a superkick to the jaw from the masked man. But on impact, the masked man grabs Jacobs... and plants him down with a thunderous Spinebuster.
DM: Spinebuster! And Derek Jacobs has been crushed by this masked individual!
SS: I want to know what the hell is the point of all this! I really do!
The masked man makes a throat slash motion and gets Jacobs back up. He toys with him by letting him stand there all dazed and confused before kicking him in the gut... and nailing him with the Package Piledriver. However, he's not done yet as Alex Brown gets into the ring. Brown runs up, but the masked man grabs him by the throat with both of his hands, lifts him up high in the air... and hits him with a Two Handed Choke Bomb.
DM: What power on display here from this unknown man! Just taking out Alex Brown!
SS: Whoever he is, he is a destructive individual!
The masked man looks at the carnage standing upon him before the lights go off again. When they come back on, he is gone and Alex Brown and Derek Jacobs are down on the mat.
DM: Twice in one night and we have no leads as to who is doing this!
SS: Well somebody better find out soon, otherwise we ain't gonna have any roster members left!
DM: With that said, we're going to take a commercial break! We'll be back with more Saturday Night Rapture after this!
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Post by Papi El Sueno on May 11, 2013 14:52:34 GMT -5
We come back from commercial break with Monica Garcia standing in the ring, looking very nervous as the crowd cheers loudly. She raises the microphone in her hand to speak.
Monica Garcia: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time. The NEW PCW World Heavyweight Champion, Syn!
The lights immediately dim before she finishes her sentence, and an eerie purple glow and green fog begins to fill The Show Valley View Casino Center as the fans give a loud mixed reaction, knowing this signaled Syn's arrival. "Duality" by Slipknot began playing over the PA System and the reaction grew louder as Syn, followed by Kai, Alisyn, and Jay Thunder, all walked onto the stage. Syn wearing all black, and wore the World Heavyweight Championship Belt on his waist, and Jay was carrying a large Sledgehammer on his shoulder as they all walked down to the ring. As they were, the camera quickly cut to an entrance way in the crowd, showing the three "Clowns" from Battle Finale III standing there, waiting.
DM: There is the new World Champion, Syn!
SS: He looks better with that title than the epically shitty WKF one!
DM: Calling the WKF belt a "World Championship" is disgraceful towards titles that have that status! The WKF belt is more useless than the Brawl Championship was in the first run!
SS: Right, but Syn's basically one of us anyways! And as much as I hate to say it, so is Ryan "the Retard" Robinson!
DM: Stop calling Reaper a retard, you fat fucking whale!
The Disciples all enter the ring as Syn walks up the steel steps, before entering the ring through the middle ropes. The lights come back up as the Disciples all stand as one in the ring, the crowd still giving a largely mixed reaction as Syn looks around stoically. Garcia bit her lip nervously, before she cautiously took a step forward towards him and began speaking.
Monica Garcia: Syn, first off allow me to congratulate you on a hard fought win to become The New PCW World Heavyweight Champion. But while the match itself is going to be one to talk about, it was what happened after the match that has everyone's attention. In a shocking moment after months of the two of you antagonizing one another, Jay Thunder joined your Disciples. The question on everyone's minds is this: Was there any sort of "Fix" in the works going into Battle Finale III?
Syn continues to look forward, no emotion present on his face as he slowly reaches up and grabs the Mic, along with Monica's hand that was still wrapped around it. He brought the mic up to his lips, before he softly began to speak.
Syn: Before anyone decides to throw out any conspiracies of there being any sort of collusion between myself and Jordan before The Battle Finale III Pay-Per-View, allow me to shed some light on the situation to better educated the masses of exactly what happened here.
Syn paused and looked around for a moment, nodding to himself as he continued.
Syn: You see, be it in this very ring that we are standing in, in the locker room, or anywhere else that the two of us could conjure being, Jordan McBee and Michael Christopher Rollins did Not. Get. Along. It is even a fair assumption to say that had we not had our sights set on thoroughly beating one another within in inch of our lives before hand.....we very well may have ended one another long before then. But we didn't. No....that would have been to easy a release for the both of us. We wanted to break and demoralize one another in the most definite and memorable ways imaginable....by defeating the other when it counts. I'll be honest, I did not know what Jordan would do when I tossed him the Tire Iron. Much like the fans and Mrs. Styles, I was convinced that he would strike me with it...
Syn's bright green eyes scanned the crowd and landed on his "Clowns", before he gives a small smirk and continues.
Syn: ....But instead, he realized something. He realized what everyone who deals with me in this very ring realizes every single time that they face me. Whether or not I go about it in the most vile, heinous ways imaginable, more often than not...I am right. When it came to Jordan hiding behind that false, sickening, deplorable "Good Guy" persona, I was right in pushing, and pulling, and dragging him down a broken path to bring out his inner demon....and I rather think his little transformation has turned out quite well, wouldn't you agree, Ms. Garcia?
She hesitantly nodded, before she speaks again.
Monica: My next question has to do with your first Title Defense. While there are no shortage of great challengers in the PCW Locker Room, one person has been very vocal about receiving an opportunity to face you at The Slamathon Pay-Per-View on June 22nd. That being Danielle Lopez -
Monica was cut off from the loud roar of cheers that came from the San Diego crowd at the mention of Danielle's name, which caused Syn to shake his head in amusement and chuckle.
Syn: And I suppose you're wondering about my thoughts on Morgan denying her a chance to compete for my title, are you not?
Monica nods.
Syn: I've made it no secret that I wish to wrestle against Mrs. Lopez in the future, whether my Title is on the line or not. I have also agreed that yes, if there was such a thing as "Deserving" a title shot, that she very well does deserve one. While I respect Morgan's decision of not granting her demands right off the bat, I hope she realizes that if Mrs. Lopez is not granted the match soon....then I'll simply give it to her, with....or without management's consent.
DM: So it's basically going to be Syn and Danielle for the title, with or without Morgan's consent!
SS: BULLSHIT!
Monica nods at that, before she moves on from the subject.
Monica: One last question, if you don't mind. There were several cryptic comments made between you and Jay Thunder during the week after Battle Finale III. Something to do with.... "Remodeling" something. Could you care to elaborate?
She almost took a step back at the very sinister smile that found it's way onto Syn's face as he chuckled, before he spoke.
Syn: Of course. But in order to do that, let us give the audience a bit of a history lesson...
Syn removes The World Heavyweight Championship from his waist and holds it up for the entire world to see.
Syn: This....this Championship that I hold here for you to see did not always exist. It is the cumination of fusing the two World Titles that came before it. The ICW and YCW World Heavyweight Championships. So, it is safe to say that it carry's with it a tremendous amount of prestige with it, does it not?
As Syn was saying this, Jay removed the Sledgehammer from his shoulder and began cracking his neck as he took a step forward. Syn then placed the title out in front of him, and the fans and ring announcers alike slowly began to wonder exactly what was about to happen.
DM: What the hell does he have in mind?
Syn: Now Jordan, since you're new to our merry little group I'll allow you the honor. Show the Wonderful World of Premium in it's entirety where said tradition and prestige fit in with PCW's Age of Armageddon...
Syn smirked evilly as Jay rose the Sledgehammer up high, causing everyone to look on in horror as it hit them what Syn had planned.
DM: OH GOD! DON'T DO IT! DON'T DO IT!
Jay brings the hammer down - and completely destroys the faceplate of the World Title! The crowd boos the action loudly as Syn calmly knelt down and picked up a piece of the broken face plate, before standing back up.
Syn: [Softly] And that, Ladies and Gentlemen.....concludes out interview for the evening.
"Duality plays" as Syn picks up the strap that once held the PCW World Title, and he and his Disciples exited the ring to a chorus of boos from the crowd.
DM: This is absolutely disgusting! Our World Heavyweight Championship has been destroyed!
SS: It needed a facelift anyways!
DM: Says the idiot who wanted that design in the first place!
Syn stops on top of the ramp and looks back at the crowd, before raising the strap as the screen shifted.
DM: I'm still disgusted by what happened to the World title! The most prestigious prize in this business today!
SS: Well in order to stop it, somebody better step the fuck up and try to do so then!
DM: And I believe somebody will, Taint!
Among the banter between Desiree and Shannon, "Never Enough" by Five Finger Death Punch hits throughout the PA system and the crowd cheers loudly. Pink and blue lights fill out the arena and Mariah Lopez and Rachel Robinson walk out. Mariah with the "We Are PCW" t-shirt over a black mini skirt with black stiletto's while Rachel is in her attire of the "We Are PCW" t-shirt and jeans. Both women have the PCW World Tag Team Championship belts on their shoulders. They pose on the ramp together with the titles raised high in the air.
DM: Here they are! The NEW PCW World Tag Team Champions! Team Lethality's own, Mariah Lopez and Rachel Robinson!
SS: They beat two other teams in the TLC match and despite me not liking them as much, they did earn those titles! Can't take that away from them!
Mariah and Rachel begin to walk down the ramp with their arms looped around each other. They separate to slap hands with the fans before they get into the ring. They raise their titles once more and the crowd cheers. They grab microhones and stand in the middle of the ring. Once their music dies down, Mariah begins to speak.
Mariah Lopez: Hello San Diego!
The crowd cheers loudly.
Mariah Lopez: It is us, your NEW PCW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! You know, the two individuals who are apparently spoiled rotten, passionless and have no respect for the business as a certain BORING dip shit tag team likes to describe us as.
Mariah says with anger before continuing.
Mariah Lopez: Those same motherfuckers cannot do the most simple of things. FUCKING RESEARCH! Well motherfuckers, let me fill you in on a little history about myself. When I was around nine years old, my parents divorced. Shortly after the divorce, my mother died of a car accident and my father wanting nothing to do with me and my younger sister. What happened? I get sent to live with my cousin Danielle and her parents where while I was treated like one of their own kids, they were still my aunt and uncle and Danielle at the end of the day is still my cousin. It wasn't the same.
Mariah pauses once more and the crowd cheers before she continues.
Mariah Lopez: So basically, I am from a broken home. I have had to live through shit that most people couldn't stomach to deal with. Try having to deal with your mom being dead and your father not wanting shit to do with you. I'm spoiled? Bitch please. That's far from the truth you fucking piece of shit motherfuckers. I've had to deal with adversity my whole life, I have worked for EVERYTHING I have achieved and that's not counting the shit I have dealt with when it comes to who I am and what gender I am attracted towards. In mainstream media today, the LGBT community gets scorn for preferring the same gender by a bunch of ignorant fucking bigots. I have dealt with that for as long as I can remember. I was born this way goddammit and I'm proud of who I am. The tag team with the goddamn midget is a prime example of what's wrong with the mainstream world. But guess what? We have the gold, you do not and you're NEVER getting a rematch from us as long as WE are the champions.
Mariah passes the microphone to Rachel.
Rachel Robinson: SOME people seem to be too stupid to realise this, but there are actually TWO kinds of Princesses in the world. There's the spoiled little bitch type which we are NOT. Then there is the Warrior type. THAT is the type of Princesses Mariah and I are. Warrior Princesses. Her being a Ninja Princess, and me being more of a Barbarian Princess. We are in NO way spoiled bitches. The Pac had to learn that the hard way in the TLC match at Battle Finale III. Although Mariah may have had it a bit harder than me. We both have had rough lives. I came from a family that a lot of people would probably consider ''evil''. I spent alot of my childhood being forced to watch my Grandfather beat the shit out of my brother.
Rachel pauses, and somewhat begins crying. Mariah hugs her for a moment, and she continues speaking.
Rachel Robinson: Watching that was just really hard. I couldn't do anything about it. Because when I did. I got beat too. I was also bullied in school for liking women. Although my family knew nothing about it. It was no secret to everyone else. My brother often defended me when I was bullied, but he didn't know WHY I was being bullied. I chose to keep it a secret, and it hurt alot. Yes. Secrets hurt other people, but they can also hurt yourself. Don't keep secrets. I kept secrets because I actually cared about what certain piece of shit family members of mine thought about me, but ever since Mariah came into my life. She has tought me a lesson. As long as your proud of who you are. Fuck everyone elses opinions!
Rachel and Mariah kiss each other before Rachel continues speaking.
Rachel Robinson: As for the Pac getting a rematch against us? Dante, Phantom. If you want a rematch. I suggest you stop fucking around like juveniles, and fucking EARN one! Because there is no way in hell that Mariah and I are going to just give you one! If you can get serious, and earn a shot. Good for you. If you can't. Tough shit!
Rachel now passes the microphone to Mariah who speaks again.
Mariah Lopez: Which as I said, is not going to happen as long as we are the champions and we plan on holding these titles for a long long time to come. You'll have to kill us to take these belts away from us and Rach and I are that tag team that WILL NOT DIE!
"Never Enough" hits again and Mariah and Rachel raise their titles in the air to cheers from the crowd.
DM: You know what, I'm proud of Mariah and Rachel for speaking their minds! They had a lot to say and it's very courageous to open up and share about subjects like this!
SS: "Waaah, waaah, waaah!" Oh my life is hard! Who cares!
DM: That's the type of behavior that they speak out about and it's going to get you slapped if you're not careful!
SS: Meh!
DM: Dumbass! Anyways, after this commercial break, we'll take it to our next match up which is Lekkter tha Lunatik to against the new PCW Broadcast Champion, Brian Stryker!
SS: FUCKING BULLSHIT THAT WIN STILL IS!
DM: Shut up, Taint!
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on May 11, 2013 14:53:24 GMT -5
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
"Revolution" by Pennywise 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 and the Broadcast Championship around his waist. 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. He is the PCW BROADCAST CHAMPION... "THE GOD OF WAR"... 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. He takes off the Broadcast Championship, raises it in the air and hands it to the referee before waiting for the match to begin.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
The lights dim to an almost complete darkness...low, thick tufts of smoke form on the floor at the main entrance and on the stage area...
"Cult Leader? Hehehe..." the words from Tech N9ne start up the track, followed by the blare of the opening trumpets of the song. After the inital diatribe by Tech N9ne is over, the song "Cult Leader" kicks in, loudly blaring through the P.A. speakers.
"In this house there is no room for envy, this is why we wear our uniform! Racist not welcome! Rapist not welcome! Hatred, dreaded in this house! Ready to fight hatred with love? Join us!"
*BOOM!!!*
Pyro blasts from both sides of the stage as the song kicks in...moments later, a figure appears, lurking in the smoky entrance way. And from out the smoke steps Lekkter tha Lunatik. Lekkter peers out into the crowd for a moment as the opening lines of the chorus to the song play out. As the second stanza of the song hits, secondary pyro fires into the sky from the stage area, causing smoke to billow down the ramp. In unison with this, Lekkter leaps into the air, yelling at the top of his lungs, and bounds onto the ramp, and makes his way to the ring...
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from San Francisco, California, weighing in at 221 pounds... LEKKTER THA LUNATIK!!!
Lekkter slowly drags himself to the ring, taunting the fans in the aisle way area as he does so. He approaches the ring, grabbing the middle rope, and pulls himself up onto the apron. Then, he slides himself into the ring on his back, and kips up quickly, before jogging to the nearby turnbuckle and ascending it. He raises his arms in the air, soaking in his reaction, before moving to the adjacent corner, and perching himself up on the top turnbuckle, and awaits for the match to begin.
*DING DING DING*
DM: Here we go, the match is on and Stryker certainly looks every bit as ready as Lekkter by the looks of it…
SS: This could come down to who’s willing to go the extra mile and do what he has to do…but I stand by what I said earlier…Stryker will have to kill Lekkter to beat him tonight.
DM: Lekkter with the size advantage… Stryker will have to rely on his speed but Lekkter is no sloth, he can keep up with the best of ‘em.
Stryker and Lekkter circle each other in the center of the ring. They lock horns…Lekkter powers him into the corner…but Stryker slips away and reverses it…and he chops Lekkter across the chest! The crowd roars at the exchange. Stryker backs away. Lekkter adjusts his neck and shakes his head…and they meet in the center of the ring and lock up again…Stryker takes him down with a quick arm drag and Lekkter immediately rolls up to his knees and slams the mat in frustration. Stryker stares across the ring at him…Lekkter tells the referee Stryker pulled his hair…the crowd boos at the excuse. They lock up again…Lekkter with a knee to the gut! And he whips Stryker to the ropes…clothesline! No! Stryker ducks and comes flying back with a flying forearm shot! Lekkter drops to the mat and rubs his jaw…Stryker quickly pulls him up and whips him to the ropes once more…face slam! Lekkter’s face bounces off the mat and Stryker works the crowd as he tries to regain his senses.
DM: The speed game of Brian Stryker is winning out here, the champion setting the pace!
SS: Come on, Lekkter!
DM: Stryker overwhelming the challenger in the early going!
Stryker quickly over to Lekkter…but Lekkter catches him with a drop toe hold and Stryker trips and hits his head on the second turnbuckle…Lekkter sees the opportunity and springs to his feet, and races in at Stryker with a dropkick to the back of the head…but Stryker sees it coming and moves at the last second…Lekkter gets stuck in the corner, his feet caught in the ropes, hanging from the tree of woe…and Stryker charges in….drop kick to the chest! And Lekkter drops from the ropes and curses under his breath…and wisely slides under the bottom rope and to the outside to regroup.
DM: Stryker has caught Lekkter completely off guard here and look out!
SS: AHHH!
Stryker leaps onto the top rope and flies off with a flying cross body to the outside, landing on Lekkter! Stryker rolls about halfway up the aisle after the impact and Lekkter flips backward after hitting the floor. The crowd roars at the dare devil antics of Stryker. He pulls himself up and grabs Lekkter by the hair, dragging him towards the ring…but Lekkter with a thumb to the eyes! Stryker blinded…and Lekkter shoves him into the ring post! The crowd boos as Stryker flops to the floor, dazed. Lekkter takes a moment to collect himself and then points to his head as if to show the crowd how smart he is. He lifts Stryker up by the tights and rolls him back into the ring, climbing up onto the apron after him and mocking the crowd. As Stryker gets to his knees, Lekkter leaps over the top rope, back into the ring, and bulldogs Stryker back down. He keeps the headlock locked on and brutally drives his fist repeatedly into Stryker’s forehead until the ref pulls him off and warns him for using a closed fist.
SS: Yes! That’s more like it! Teach this little whelp a lesson!
DM: By hook or by crook, Lekkter has taken control of this thing and the tables have turned…
Lekkter ignores the ref’s warning and pulls Stryker back to his feet and backs him into the corner. He slaps him hard across the chest, a bright red hand print immediately appearing on Stryker…Lekkter backs up two steps and then runs up Stryker…and catches him with a hurricanrana that sends Stryker sprawling out to the center of the ring! Lekkter quickly to the ropes… and a springboard moonsault connects! Lekkter with a quick cover!
1….
2….
Kickout!
DM: It’s gonna take more than that to put The Kid away.
SS: He’s just getting started, Desireè!
Lekkter pulls Stryker up immediately and whips him to the ropes…and a huge shoulder block sends Stryker down hard, the smack of the two bodies colliding echoing throughout the arena. Stryker looks visibly shaken by the strength of the blow.
DM: There’s that size advantage at work…Stryker just bounced off him like a tennis ball in Wembley Stadium!
SS: 40-Love, Lekkter! Ha!
Lekkter smiles coyly at the crowd, markedly in favor of Stryker Fernandez…and he mockingly stands over Stryker and slaps him across the face! Stryker defensively rolls onto his stomach and covers up his face…Lekkter drives a knee into the small of his back! Stryker arches up in pain and Lekkter’s knee remains in the small of his back, digging in…and he grabs Stryker by the chin and rears back! Stryker screaming in pain! The ref asks him if he wants to stop the match, and Stryker repeatedly yells out “no!”…Lekkter rearing back and taunting Stryker to quit.
DM: Look at the torque on Stryker’s back! Ouch!
SS: Lekkter’s about to snap him like the twig he is!
Lekkter begins to slap Stryker on the back of the head, and then drives the inside of his forearm into the side of Stryker’s head, all the while continuing to pull up on the chin of the champion. Stryker desperately looking for a way out but there’s nowhere to go…Lekkter sits on his back and turns it into a camel clutch, his hands covering the mouth and nose of Stryker, making it difficult for him to breath. Stryker clenches his fists and tries to get the crowd behind him…the fans stomping their feet in unison, cheering for Stryker to will his way back to his feet…he gets to one knee! Lekkter desperately twisting his head every which way, pleading with the crowd to shut up…Stryker plants a foot in the mat…and powers his way to his feet! The crowd roars!
SS: Ahhh!
DM: Unbelievable! Stryker carrying Lekkter on his back!
Stryker, his legs wobbling under Lekkter’s weight, stumbles backwards into the corner, driving Lekkter into the turnbuckle! The crowd roars…Stryker falls to his knees and grabs his back in pain from the hold…but wills his way back to his feet…he runs at Lekkter and leaps up for a hurricanrana! But Lekkter times it perfectly and shoves Stryker into his own momentum…Stryker sails over the turnbuckle, clears the ring post, and lands on the floor with a thud!
SS: HA!
DM: My God! Air Stryker has just taken flight…
SS: And he’s clear for landing! I love it!
DM: What a counter by Lekkter and just as he’s mounting a comeback, Stryker with a cardinal mistake and Lekkter makes him pay for it!
Lekkter clears the cobwebs and drops to the mat, rolling under the bottom rope. He stalks over Stryker, taunting the crowd.… The crowd boos him fervently and he pulls a fallen Stryker to his feet. Stryker barely able to stand, still dazed from the impact of the drop to the floor… Lekkter scoops him up and SLAMS him to the floor! Stryker gritting his teeth in pain and Lekkter is pulling up the mat on the floor! Lekkter has something dangerous in mind and he pulls Stryker back up…he’s setting him up for a piledriver on the exposed concrete! Stryker dazed and Lekkter has him up! Stryker kicking his legs desperately… Lekkter loses his grip! Stryker with a back body drop and he counters the piledriver! Lekkter sent sprawling on the arena floor and Stryker drops to his knees. He crawls over to Lekkter and grabs him by the hair…and slams his face into the padded floor!
DM: Here we go! Stryker is fighting back and Lekkter is in a precarious position here!
Stryker pulls him up to his feet… Lekkter with a European uppercut out of nowhere! Stryker staggers backwards into the Spanish announce table… Lekkter charges in for a clothesline…Stryker ducks…spins around…and drop kicks Lekkter onto the table! The crowd roars as Stryker looks around, wide eyed, and quickly slides back under the bottom rope and into the ring…
SS: He’ll never do it, Desireè! This is what separates Stryker from Lekkter! Lekkter wouldn’t hesitate, he’d put Stryker through that table in the blink of an eye! Stryker won’t do what he has to do to win!
DM: Are you sure about that?
Stryker looks to the crowd…the cheer wildly…he runs to the ropes, leaps onto the top rope and the cameras flash as he sails across the air and lands on top of Lekkter with a swanton, crashing through the table! The crowd jumps to their feet and Lekkter and Stryker lie in a tangled heap of splintered wood, monitors, and television cables.
DM: MY GOD! MY GOD! BRIAN STRYKER JUST DEFIED GRAVITY!
SS: Ahhh!
DM: This crowd has been electrified and that could have been the turning point of the match right there!
Stryker slowly gets back to his feet and pulls Lekkter up by his hair and rolls him back into the ring. Stryker showing tremendous heart, but the whole journey back into the ring looks arduous. Stryker crawls over to Lekkter and makes the cover!
DM: This is it! It could be all over here!
SS: No! Nooo!
1…
2…
3!
*DING DING DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall. The PCW BROADCAST CHAMPION... "THE GOD OF WAR"... BRIAN STRYKER!!!
"Revolution" by Pennywise hits and the crowd cheers as Brian Stryker celebrates his victory upon receiving the PCW Broadcast Championship belt.
DM: Brian Stryker with another victory here and he's carried that victory from Battle Finale here tonight!
SS: Fucking Philadelphia piece of trash! You're nothing special, Stryker! YOU WILL LOSE THAT TITLE SOON!
DM: I'm going to ignore your yelling! Well folks, we’re going to take a short break to talk about one of the biggest happenings that occurred two weeks ago at Battle Finale III. As many of you know, there were fewer hotter rivalries than the one that had been brewing between the reigning Platinum Champion “The Evangelist” Jerry Matthews and #1 contender Ryan “The Reaper” Robinson.
SS: You can say that again, Desiree. Your Team Lethality retard didn’t have any business even getting in the ring with a good Christian man like Matthews. And, he paid for it dearly when Matthews pinned him cleanly.
DM: Do you even listen to half of the bullshit that comes out of your mouth, Taint? The only reason why Matthews beat Reaper was because of his damn manager nailing Reaper with that bottle of holy water. Either way, following the match, Matthews received a bit of repayment for his actions, courtesy of Aurora Rose and Reaper. Let’s take a look back.
The commentary team fades out, and a highlight package is shown. Matthews nails Reaper over the head with a flask of holy water, and the flask shatters upon impact. Matthews makes the cover, and retains his title. However, he is ambushed post match by Aurora Rose, who lights a fireball directly into his face, and removes her mask. When Matthews and Jeremiah attempt to get a bit of revenge for Aurora’s assault, Reaper takes both of them out, nailing Jeremiah with a bat shot right to the head, and nailing Matthews with a Black Hole Gore and the Reaping Death Drop. The package ends with Reaper holding the title belt over his head. We then fade back to Desiree Miles and Shannon Saint, who are standing by.
SS: The best part of this travesty is that Raper had his one and only shot at the belt, and you know that new PCW GM Morgan Simmons will make sure that he doesn’t get within 100 feet of that title. That’s a truly great thing considering the proud role model we have now as champion.
DM: Shut the fuck up, Taint. A supposed man of God who attempted to sacrifice someone to make sure that he kept his goddamn belt. Either way, it’s only going to be a matter of time before Reaper gets his hands on Matthews again, Morgan Simmons be damned. Earlier this week, we received a recorded interview from Deacon Jeremiah with an update on the condition of the Platinum Champion. Let’s take a look.
Once again, the image of Miles and Saint fade out, and we go to the inside of a local hospital room in San Diego. Jerry Matthews is lying in a hospital bed, with his ribs heavily bandaged. The left side of his face is also heavily bandaged, and it appears that he is fast asleep. Deacon Jeremiah is sitting in a chair at the champ’s bedside. He is wearing his trademark black on white suit shirt combo, and he is also wearing his sunglasses. He is checking up on the some of the machines strapped to his spiritual mentor, but he turns to face the camera and begins to address the viewing audience.
Jeremiah: Battle Finale III was easily the biggest battle of the war that Reverend Matthews and I have fought in the ongoing war against Team Lethality. Not only was Ryan “The Reaper” Robinson unsuccessful in becoming the new champion, but Reverend proved yet again who the better man is, and further increased his stock as the greatest Platinum Champion PCW has ever, or will ever see in its history.
That’s not to say that the Reverend isn’t a little worse for ware at the moment. As a result of the heinous post-match assault by the sore losers of Team Lethality, the champ sustained three broken ribs, and had the left side of his face badly burned as a result of the lecherous pyromaniac that is Aurora Rose. Before he was put under by surgical personnel, he gave me a prepared statement to read to you all in case something like this happened.
Jeremiah reaches into his suit jacket pocket, and pulls out a scrap of paper.
Jeremiah: Let it be known that I, Reverend Jerry Matthews, will not be kept down long by the awful attack laid down on me by Team Lethality. Following my release from the hospital, Aurora Rose will truly pay for the crimes she has committed. She was lucky to have been spared by the rest of Team Lethality’s interference during the sacrifice ceremony, but this time, she will have no such luck. As for Reaper, I caution him to be careful what he wishes for. I have never sustained so great an injury in my years of doing the Lord’s work, but I assure you that once I am back on my feet, it will be my pleasure to ensure that he never gets his hands on the PCW Platinum Championship. PCW as a whole deserves better, and so does the Platinum Championship. I caution all to beware, because the bells are tolling, and Team Lethality, they are tolling for thee. The Word of the Lord, Thanks Be to God.
Jeremiah then folds up the scrap of paper, and puts it back in his jacket pocket. He then crosses himself, and turns back to face Matthews in his hospital bed. The camera then fades out back live to Desiree and Shannon.
DM: Quite big words from the champion, especially given his physical condition.
SS: Most certainly, Desiree, but I can tell you one thing. I don’t envy Aurora Rose and Reaper once Matthews makes his return.
DM: Well knowing Aurora and Reaper, Matthews is going to have a fight on his hands! I can guarantee you that! And also for those who haven't heard, Matthews is competing in the second annual Trans-Atlantic Cup, with the first round match up taking place on May 20th from Madison Square Garden in New York City, New York as the Platinum Champion will go up against Terrell "The Truth' Taylor!
SS: WOOO! I predict Matthews will represent PCW proud in the cup!
DM: And like last year, there is a special PCW initiative and from what we saw last year, that initiative can work wonders for a career going forward! Hell, so can winning the tournament!
SS: I think he'll go very far in this cup! He's certainly going to win that first round match up!
DM: I don't often root for him, but since he's representing PCW, I'll do so for the tournament! But right now, Smith Jones versus Mya Denton is about to start! Let's get it going!
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Post by Papi El Sueno on May 11, 2013 14:54:13 GMT -5
‘Carmina Burana’ plays and all of the lights in the arena blast to white. The tron also goes plain white.Smith Jones appears on stage dressed to compete in his usual all white ring attire. He is not in a good fucking mood! He strides confidently down to ringside and mounts the ring steps. He wipes his feet before quickly entering and heading to centre. He holds the white microphone to his lips and he speaks.Smith Jones: Chantal? Where are you???!!?!?! I wanna see you out here by the end of this fucking match!!!!!!!!! He takes a deeeeeeeep breath.Smith Jones: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 229 pounds, he is the most recently… former… PCW Broadcast Champion, the guy who loses his mind at the drop of a damned hat, Chantal’s boss, a pioneer of The New Era, the mean mean man, Smith Jones!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He drops the mic and goes over to a corner where he leans faux casually and awaits the competition.Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent! "What You Want" by Evanescence hits as Mya comes out and poses to a huge cheering ovation. Mya gets back up and points at the crowd.Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, from Chicago, Illinois... MYA DENTON!!! Mya now walks down the ramp, and slaps the hands of the fans before sliding in under the bottom rope. She goes to the corner and prepares for the match.*DING! DING! DING!*DM: And here we go! Mya Denton going one on one with the former Broadcast Champion, Smith Jones! SS: Stop with that! You're reminding me of that tragic moment where Smith lost! It's blinding to my eyes! DM: Just like your fat rolls are blinding to mine! Mya and Smith lock up, and Smith gets the upperhand with a snapmare takedown! SS: WOO! You're awesome, Smith! DM: What a kiss ass! Mya is now trying to get to her feet as Smith stalks her! Smith goes up to her... but Mya counters with a kick to the gut and then hits Smith with a DDT! SS: Dammit! DM: Maybe so but Mya is back to her feet and connects with a right to Smith's face... and a left... and now a right to drive Smith back! SS: Heh! DM: Mya goes back, then runs up hoping for a clothesline, but Smith ducks it, and hits Mya with a Scoop Powerslam! SS: He's the man! He's greatness! DM: And you're ridiculous! Smith has the cover! ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!DM: Mya kicks out at two! SS: Are you sure the referee is correct? I could have sworn that was three! DM: No, it was two! Why don't you have the decency to call the match objectively! SS: I would but I don't have any! DM: Finally, you admit it, you worthless pile of monkey crap! Smith gets Mya to her feet and goes for a suplex, but Mya gets out of it by going behind Smith! Smith turns around, and Mya hits him with a Hurricanrana before ending the sequence with a seated dropkick to the face! SS: Okay, that was impressive, but come on Smith! You know you can get out of this! DM: Mya now goes to the apron and waits for Smith to get to his feet! Smith Jones gets up and Mya leaps on the center of the ropes for a Springboard move... but Smith ducks out of the way and Mya lands on her feet! SS: HA! She didn't land shit! DM: But she didn't crash and burn either! Mya turns around, only for Smith to grab her... and hit her with a T-Bone Suplex! SS: That's right, Smith! Show the world that YOU are the Suplex Machine! DM: Shut up, Taint! Smith with another cover! ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!DM: Another kickout for Mya Denton! SS: YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME?! DM: Oh you better believe it! And Smith looks irate as he thought he had it! SS: I agree with him! It should have been three, dammit! FUCK! DM: Mya is back to her feet and Smith Jones goes towards her and kicks her in the gut as he goes for a snap suplex... NO! Mya turned that into a DDT! SS: DAMMIT! DM: Mya going to the top and flies off... ELBOW DROP! It connects and Smith Jones is writing in pain! SS: Fuck! DM: Mya with the pin attempt! ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!DM: Smith Jones kicks out! SS: Thank god! You know you cannot let her win! You're better than most of this roster! DM: Shut up! Mya is a fantastic athlete and win, lose or draw, she always does her best! SS: Her best isn't good enough! Although she is a fine piece of ass who the Holy Pimp wants to sleep with! DM: Un-fucking-believable, of course not surprising coming from a sexist fucking pig like you! Those types of comments piss me off greatly! Mya gets Smith back to his feet and starts hitting him with a series of rights befoore whipping him off into the ropes! Smith comes back off the rebound... and Mya hits him with a dropkick to the face! SS: NO! DAMMIT NO! DM: She's gaining momentum, Taint! Smith comes back to his feet, but Mya has other plans as she hits him with a dropkick right on the button! SS: FUCK! Come on, Smith! DM: Mya raises her arms to cheers from the fans as Smith is not moving! Mya approaches him... NO! Smith is quick to react and hits Mya with a kick to the gut! He picks her up and hits a Pumphandle Slam SS: HAHA! DM: He forces Mya to her feet… STALLING Suplex… NO! Mya counters with an inverted DDT! Mya’s got a cover! SS: NO! ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!DM: Smith Jones kicks out! SS: Whew! She almost had him, but key word is ALMOST! DM: Mya gets back up and gets Smith up with her! She hits Smith with a forearm before whipping herself off of the ropes! She comes back off the rebound... and Smith grabs her up arrival... and he hits her with a Side slam backbreaker! SS: HA! Mya just got CRUSHED! That's what I like to see! DM: He's not done though, because Smith Jones picks Mya up and has her up... Belly-to-Belly Suplex! Smith plants Mya with the Belly-to-Belly suplex! SS: YES! Go for the kill! Go for the kill! DM: Mya gets to her feet and Smith gets behind her and picks her up... German Suplex! NO! Mya landed on her feet! Smith turns around... and Mya hits him with a superkick that hits him in the jaw! SS: NO! DAMMIT NO! DM: Mya hooks the leg for the cover! This could do it! ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THRE---NO!!!!DM: Smith Jones barely kicks out! SS: Oh Jesus Christ! I will never doubt him and he's the only one out of that New Era stable I remotely give a fuck about, but that could have unfortunately been it! DM: You just doubted him now, ding bat! Mya goes to get Smith up. She does so and goes for a suplex, but Smith blocks it, gets behind Mya... and drops her down with a neckbreaker, but he's also down on the mat. Referee Stephanie Lawrence examines the competitors and begins the count.ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!Both competitors begin getting a knee up.SIX!!!!
SEVEN!!!!
EIGHT!!!!
NINE!!!!
TE---NO!!!!Both Mya Denton and Smith Jones are back to their feet. They circle around each other and another collar another collar and elbow tie up takes place. Mya goes for another DDT, but Smith is quick to push Mya away. Mya goes for another Irish Whip... but Smith reverses it. Mya comes back and leaps up for a hurricanrana, but Smith Jones holds on and hits Mya with a sitout powerbomb.SS: YES! Smith Jones is back in control! DM: I don't know, Mya's been taking him to task in this match so he could lose! SS: SHUT UP! No he can't! DM: Don't make me break your jaw, you fat fucking bastard! Smith Jones picks up Mya and goes for a body slam... but Mya escapes his clutches and takes off for the ropes! She goes for a clothesline, but Smith ducks and leaps up with both of his knees on Mya's neck! SS: POINT OF CONTROVERSY! YES! HE HIT IT! HE HIT IT! DM: Oh calm the fuck down, lard ass! Smith's got the cover here! ONE!!!!
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THREE!!!!*DING! DING! DING!*Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... SMITH JONES!!! "Carmina Burana" by Carl Orff hits and Smith Jones gets his hand raised to boos from the crowd.DM: Smith Jones is back to his winning ways as he defeats Mya Denton! SS: YES! I knew he could do it! Because Smith FUCKING Jones! DM: You kind of doubted him in the match, dumbass! But give credit to Mya Denton, she brought her game and nearly won this match on a few occasions! SS: Well she lost and now she can go cuddle with that side show freak Kai! Disgusting! As Smith celebrates his victory, a video on the PremiumTron 5000 begins to play and the scene is in an abandoned warehouse where a man with a camouflage army mask over his face, a black vest that's partially buttoned up, along with black pants and black boots stands. He paces back and forth before looking into the camera and he promptly begins to speak.Voice: The time has come for me to make my presence. For the last two months it seems, I have been declaring that I will come back to PCW and make my presence felt upon the roster. One girly looking man who I ran off back in September, is all butthurt over the facts that I was the one who sent him away, and to tell you the truth, it was one of the best decisions that could ever be made since he is the weak link of the New Era. He is the one dragging the team down. It's because of him that the New Era isn't looked at in the way that they want to be looked at. He's a scrub who so happened to have gotten lucky but even he knows that his time is long gone. The unknown man walks around some more in the abandoned warehouse.Voice: Now there are some good talents in the New Era. Smith Jones could be a star, but yet he hangs around the talentless girly looking man. But that's okay, because I have made the New Era my official targets. They all want to know WHO I will be targeting. Since the girly looking man likes to run his mouth, the New Era themselves will be my first victims. And it may happen sooner than you think. The promo on the PremiumTron 5000 cuts off and Smith Jones is seething mad. He grabs his signature white microphone and speaks.Smith Jones: I’ve never taken the time to address you before because you are nothing but a faceless coward trying to coattail on the obvious future success of The New Era. You make the mistake of taking our general silence as a sign of weakness. Au contraire, mon ami. The New Era has been in planning mode. One doesn’t just wake up one day and take over the world. It must be done through patience and planning and one day, after all of that planning begins to really fall into place, the world will have been taken over before it even had the chance to see it coming!!!! Jones stares up at the tron with impatience!!! He wants the image to return so he has someone to yell at! The tron remains a shot of his own face. This frustrates him even further.Smith Jones: While you’ve been out making glorified SnapChat videos on the tron, I’ve been in this ring putting little girls like this one at ringside to shame! Simply put, you nameless asshole, I’m right here!!!!!!!!! Once Smith is done, the lights go off in the arena and the crowd cheers. Over the PA system, this song begins to play...The song plays and the crowd is cheering louder as they anticipate somebody coming out. Once the lights go back on, the unknown man from the video is standing right behind Smith Jones.SS: OH SHIT! DON'T TURN AROUND SMITH! DON'T TURN AROUND! Smith Jones can hear the cheers of the crowd. He turns around and the man grabs Smith by the throat. He lifts him up... and hits him with a chokeslam to the mat.DM: CHOKESLAM! All the way from HELL! SS: NO! DAMMIT! The masked man stands over the fallen Smith Jones and looks at the crowd. He takes off his mask... and once it's taken off, it is a familar face of PCW's past and the crowd cheers loudly.DM: OH MY GOD! IT'S HIM! IT'S HIM! NIGHTRAIN IS BACK IN PCW! SS: Son of a bitch! Last time we saw him, our former General Manager beat him to a bloody pulp! But god damn, this ain't right! Nightrain looks down at Smith Jones, smirks and laughs to himself as the crowd cheers. The lights turn off again and once they come back on, Nightrain is gone and Smith Jones is still laying there on the mat from that devastating chokeslam. From there, we go to a commercial break.**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on May 11, 2013 14:54:56 GMT -5
Back from the break and we cut to the ring for the Reaping Death Show, and ''the Purple Dragon'' TJ Parks is standing in the middle of the ring with a mic in hand. He looks around at the crowd with a twisted smile on his face before speaking.
TJ Parks: Please welcome the host of the Reaping Death Show, Ryan ''the Reaper'' Robinson!
The lights go out for a moment, a weird blue light fills the arena, and the crowd errupts with cheers as Ryan ''the Reaper'' Robinson is shown standing next to TJ with a mic in his right hand, and his golf club in his left hand. He takes a deap breath and begins speaking.
Ryan ''the Reaper'' Robinson: I'm not in the best mood, but since I love you all. I'm going to do this anyways, Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and Girls, Children of all ages, Freaks and Geeks. Welcome to the Reaping Death Show!
The crowd cheers and Reaper lets out a sigh.
Ryan ''the Reaper'' Robinson: My guest tonight is someone I hate a lot. Lets just cut to the chase. Jimmy Gambino! Get out here!
"Psychosocial" by Slipknot hits the sound system, and out comes Jimmy Gambino with a mic in hand to a HUGE ammount of boos. He makes his way to the ring, taking his time to curse at the fans. Once he gets to the ring, he walks up the steps, gets in the ring, and begins speaking.
Jimmy Gambino: Ryan. I have good news and bad news for you. Which should I give to you first, Retard?
Reaper rolls his eyes.
Ryan ''the Reaper'' Robinson: I don't care. have a feeling I will hate both of them, so give me the bad news first.
Jimmy smirks.
Jimmy Gambino: The bad news is YOU are going to get sued!
The crowd boos, and Reaper lets out a sigh as TJ looks on with a suprised look.
Ryan ''the Reaper'' Robinson: I guess the Stagehand I attacked wants to sue me?
Jimmy laughs and shakes his head.
Jimmy Gambino: No, Ryan. The Stagehand is fine. He has agreed to move on with his life, and pretend it never happened.
Reaper and TJ give Jimmy a confused look. Reaper goes to say something, but Jimmy cuts him off.
Jimmy Gambino: I know! You want to know who is going to sue you. That's what brings me to this. I told the Doctors and Nurses not to tell you, but a certain woman has woke up from her coma today. She's actually here tonight, and she's not too happy with you!
The lights go out for a moment, Psychosocial by Slipknot hits the sound system, a weird pink light fills the arena, and out comes Bella Brooks-Robinson wearing a Toxic t shirt with a pissed look on her face.
DM: What the fuck is this? This can't be happening!
SS: She's joining Morgan! I knew it! She's seen the light!
Some of the fans are booing, but most of them are too shocked to give Bella a reaction. Reaper closes his eyes, looks down, and somewhat begins crying and shaking his head as Jimmy laughs, and TJ looks on with a shocked look on his face. Bella begins making her way to the ring, not taking her eyes off of Reaper. Once she gets to the ring. She walks up the steps, gets in the ring, and looks Reaper in the eyes. Reaper looks away, and Bella smirks before turning to Jimmy, and delivering a kick to the groin!
DM: AW HELL YEAH! DOWN GOES GAMBINO! DOWN GOES GAMBINO!
SS: NOOOOOOOOOO! GODDAMMIT NO!
Jimmy goes down, holding his groin in pain. Bella takes off her Toxic t-shirt, and reveals a Team Lethality t-shirt under it to even more cheers from the crowd as TJ claps his hands, and laughs at Jimmy who is rolling around the ring, holding his groin in pain. Reaper looks very relieved. Bella looks over at Reaper, smiles, jumps up in his arms, and gives him a passionate kiss on the lips.
DM: Awww! This is touching! True love has found each other once more!
SS: This is bullshit!
Meanwhile. Mariah Lopez and Rachel Robinson come out of the crowd, and slide in the ring. Mariah waits for Jimmy to get to his feet. Jimmy eventually gets to his feet, and Mariah connects with Potential Brain Damage! Rachel goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, leaps off, and connects with the Black Star Splash!
DM: Mariah and Rachel just hit Jimmy with a combination they like to call Metal Brain Damage!
Bella grabs a mic, leans down to Jimmy, and begins speaking.
Bella Brooks-Robinson: I am NOT suing Reaper!
The crowd cheers.
DM: You heard it here first! Bella is NOT suing Reaper!
SS: Travesty! She and retard ruined this! Damn them to hell!
Reaper, Bella, TJ, Mariah and Rachel celebrate over the beaten body of Jimmy Gambino. Shortly, "Chalk Outline" by Three Days Grace hits and out comes the leader of Team Lethality, Danielle Lopez. She walks down the ramp before getting on the apron and entering the ring where she hugs Bella and celebrates with her stablemates. She points to the back and a U-Haul truck begins backing up towards the ring. It stops at the end of the ramp and coming out of the drivers side is Tom Pendergrass. Tom has a roll of duct tape and some rope. He slides in the ring and they all start surrounding Jimmy Gambino who's starting to stir.
SS: Oh no! STAY DOWN JIMMY! STAY DOWN!
DM: He's fucked either way you look at it, Taint!
Jimmy starts to get to his feet and Team Lethality stands around, watching as Danielle gets set to hit her finishing move. Jimmy turns around, and Danielle raises her foot in the air, and hits Jimmy in the head with Potential Brain Damage, and Jimmy falls down to the mat.
DM: POTENTIAL BRAIN DAMAGE! RIGHT TO THE SKULL! And Gambino is OUT!
SS: THEY'RE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS!
Danielle looks at Tom and nods her head. Tom smirks before placing Jimmy on his stomach and begins to tie his hands behind his back. Tom now grabs the duct tape and tapes Jimmy's mouth before taping his ankles together. Once he's done, he stands beside all of Team Lethality. Danielle gets out her phone and takes a picture. Tom and Reaper pick up Jimmy... and toss him in the back of the truck. Reaper, Bella, TJ and Tom get in the back of the truck and close it behind them while Mariah and Rachel get in the drivers and passengers side respectively before driving off.
SS: Where the fuck are those maniacs taking Jimmy?
DM: To hell! He deserves this! Couldn't have happened to a nicer guy!
Danielle watches the truck drive away and smiles before rolling out of the ring, slapping hands with her hometown crowd and reaching the back as we go to commercial break.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on May 11, 2013 14:55:46 GMT -5
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
The heavy bass strokes signal the beginning of "Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" by Grinspoon and the crowd explodes into a mixture of cheers and boos as Sickboy appears on the stage. He takes his time walking down the aisle, looking over at fans in the front row who are either cheering or booing at him.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Sydney, Australia weighing in at 265 pounds. He is a member of the PCW Hall of Fame... "THE AUSTRAILIAN PSYCHO"... CURTIS WILKES!!!
He smiles at them and continues walking. he then climbs the ring steps and steps through the ropes into the ring. He holds out his arms, soaking in the reaction from the crowd, before he leans against his corner.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
The Lights fade out slowly... Then suddenly without warning.. The words "I am the thing that you see out of the corner of your eye!". The crowd begins to boo. "So Cold" by Breaking Benjamin slowly picks up in beat, then from the back Sjin shows himself and the crowd goes in a uproar.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Bristol, England, weighing in at 235 pounds... SJIN "ICER" DRAKO!!!
Sjin comes out wearing a black sleeveless shirt with the logo Icer in Baby Blue written in the back of it. He has his Black and Light Blue tights on. As he walks down to the ramp he points to the crowd and mouths the words "Time for Change!". Sjin slides into the ring and stretches as he gets ready for his match.
*DING! DING! DING!*
The match begins, and Wilkes locks up with Drako. Wilkes gets the upperhand by delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a scoop slam, he then begins delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about twelve stomps before lifting Drako to his feet, and connecting with a belly to belly suplex, he then lifts Drako back to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before lifting Drako back to his feet again, getting behind him, and connecting with a Tiger suplex, he then connects with a knee drop to the face before delivering a stomp to the midsection, forcing Drako to sit up, holding his stomach in pain, he then runs into the ropes, runs back at Drako, and connects with a running knee strike to the face before lifting Drako to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a piledriver, he then lifts Drako back to his feet, and connects with a backbreaker before lifting Drako back to his feet again, and connecting with a scoop slam, he then begins delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about seven stomps before lifting Drako to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a German suplex, he then begins stalking Drako. Drako gets to one knee, and Curtis connects with the Buzzsaw Kick before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: Drako kicks out at two!
SS: I'm undecided at who to root for here! Curtis is my main man, but Drako's been equally impressive!
Wilkes lifts Drako to his feet, and goes for a suplex, but Drako fights out of it, and lands on his feet behind Wilkes. Wilkes turns around, and Drako connects with a spinning wheel kick, he then lifts Wilkes to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a Russian leg sweep before lifting Wilkes back to his feet, and connecting with a suplex, he then lifts Wilkes back to his feet again, gets behind him, and connects with a neckbreaker before delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about fourteen stomps, he then kneels down, and begins delivering punches to the face. He connects with about eleven punches before waiting for Wilkes to get to his feet. Wilkes eventually gets to his feet, and Drako runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody, he then lifts Wilkes back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about seven stomps before delivering a elbow drop to the chest, he then lifts Wilkes back to his feet again, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before connecting with a elbow drop to the back of the head, he then goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for Wilkes to get to his feet. Wilkes eventually gets to his feet, and Drako leaps off, and connects with a missile dropkick before connecting with a leg drop, he then begins stalking Wilkes. Wilkes gets to one knee, and Drako runs into the ropes, runs back at Wilkes, and connects with the Sjin's Knee before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: And now Curtis with the kickout!
SS: Curtis knows what he's doing! He knows how folks like Sjin Drako work and he's going to capitalize in his own way!
Drako lifts Wilkes to his feet, and goes for a irish whip, but Wilkes reverses it into a irish whip of his own, and Drako runs into the ropes, runs back at Wilkes, and Wilkes catches him with a back body drop, he then lifts Drako to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a German suplex before connecting with a knee drop to the face, he then lifts Drako back to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before delivering stomps to the back of the head. He connects with about seven stomps, he then lifts Drako back to his feet again, and connects with a backbreaker before lifting Drako to his feet, and connecting with a suplex, he then lifts Drako back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a half nelson suplex before lifting Drako back to his feet again, and connecting with a belly to belly suplex, he then lifts Drako to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before waiting for Drako to get back to his feet. Drako eventually gets back to his feet, and Wilkes runs into the ropes, runs back at Drako, and connects with a running bulldog, he then lifts Drako, he then lifts Drako to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before lifting Drako back to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a DDT, he then lifts Drako back to his feet again, and connects with the Sit out Facebuster before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: And now Drako with the kickout just before the count of three!
SS: I have to admit, Drako's really hanging in there with Curtis! He's doing just enough to stay in this match!
Wilkes lifts Drako to his feet, gets behind him, and goes for a back suplex, but Drako fights out of it by doing a back flip, lands on his feet behind Wilkes, and connects with a German Drako connects with a kick to the head before delivering a stomp to the midsection, forcing Wilkes to sit up, holding his stomach in pain, he then runs into the ropes, runs back at Wilkes, and connects with a running dropkick to the face before lifting Wilkes to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a back suplex, he then lifts Wilkes back to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before lifting Wilkes back to his feet again, getting behind him, and connecting with a neckbreaker, he then lifts Wilkes to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before lifting Wilkes back to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a swinging neckbreaker, he then lifts Wilkes back to his feet again, delivers another kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Now Curtis just barely kicks out!
SS: Wooo! That was uber close! Thought he had it for a minute there! But Curtis is the vet here and it's goint to take a lot to keep him down!
Drako lifts Wilkes to his feet, and goes for a suplex, but Wilkes reverses it into a suplex of his own, he then lifts Drako to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a Butterfly suplex before lifting Drako back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a Tiger suplex, he then lifts Drako back to his feet again, gets behind him, and connects with a half nelson suplex before delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about ten stomps before lifting Drako to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a piledriver, he then lifts Drako back to his feet, and connects with a belly to belly suplex before lifting Drako back to his feet again, and connecting with another belly to belly suplex, he then lifts Drako to his feet, and connects with a backbreaker before lifting Drako back to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting wiht a DDT, he then waits for Drako to get to his feet. Drako eventually gets to his feet, and Wilkes connects with the Superkick before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Drako BARELY KICKED OUT!
SS: I thought for sure that was it! Damn, but I kind of don't want it to end as it's becoming a really good match!
Wilkes lifts Drako to his feet, and goes for a scoop slam, but Drako reverses it into a headscissors takedown. Wilkes gets to his feet, and Drako jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Wilkes gets back to his feet, and Drako connects with a dropkick. Wilkes gets back to his feet again, and Drako connects with a enzuigiri before stalking Wilkes. Wilkes gets to his hands and knees, and Drako runs into the ropes, runs back at Wilkes, and connects with a running dropkick to the side of the head, he then lifts Wilkes to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before lifting Wilks back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a Russian leg sweep, he then lifts Wilkes back to his feet again, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a gutwrench suplex before lifting Wilkes to his feet, and connecting with a suplex, he then lifts Wilkes back to his feet, irish whips him into one of the turnbuckles, places him on the top turnbuckle, climbs up, and connects with Locked and Loaded before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: BY GOD! Curtis KICKS OUT of the Locked and Loaded!
SS: Unbelievable! Curtis is showing all heart tonight! He has the heart of a lion, Desiree! A FUCKING LION!
DM: You don't have to yell, I'm sitting right here you idiot!
Drako waits for Wilkes to get to his feet. Wilkes eventually gets to his feet, and Drako connects with the Icer before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Good GOD! Another kick out and you have to believe Sjin Drako is getting frustrated!
SS: It's like he cannot put Curtis away! Curtis has seen it all though so my analogy is pretty much spot on!
Drako waits for Wilkes to get to his feet, it takes a moment, but Wilkes eventually gets to his feet, and Drako goes for a kick to the head, but Wilkes catches his foot, and connects with the Downward Spiral before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... "THE AUSSIE PSYCHO"... CURTIS WILKES!!!
GONG!!!
As Curtis celebrates his victory, the arena goes black as the gong rings. The crowd cheers in confusion. The flash of cameras attempt to get a glimpse of who is coming, but of course does not work.
GONG!!!
The gong plays again, the lights return, and crowd immediately cheers. A man with a wolf mask stands behind Curtis. What is interesting is that the man has bandages around his torso.
DM: Wait a minute! Is that who I think it is?
SS: It is! It’s that cocksure Lonewolf in a Wolf mask! Don’t turn around!
DM: Too late! Low kick to the groin by Lonewolf, And it looks like-YES! LIONHEART! THE LIONHEART!
SS: NOOOOO! NO! NO! NO! NO!
DM: He’s not done! Lonewolf has snapped. Like he’s possessed! He locked it in! The Wolf Pack Assault! He’s digging that knee into the throat of Wilkes!
SS: SECURITY!!! WHERE IS SECURITY!!!
DM: Referees Officials scramble to remove Curtis off of Lonewolf. He is spitting blood and tapping like a madman, but Lonewolf still wont let go!
SS: Someone save him from this madman and put Lonewolf in a goddamn asylum!
DM: Curtis’s unconscious body has been pried off of Lonewolf. It took nearly 20 people to break the submission, but Lonewolf is still not done. He shoves the officials away like trash!
Lonewolf grabs Curtis by the neck and lifts him off the ground. He rolls his eyes into the back of his head and yells, “YOU’RE MY BITCH NOW, CURTIS! YOU FUCK WITH MY FRIENDS, I FUCK WITH YOU!!!” After screaming in his face , Leon slams Curtis back down with a Chokeslam. Curtis is left lifeless in the ring as “Fallen Angels” plays on the P/A and walks backstage.
DM: Leon has snapped and he snapped severely, making Curtis injured to where he spit out blood!
SS: It's bullshit! Leon needs to be locked up and put away forever!
DM: Yet it was okay for Curtis to do this to other stars, right?
SS: They provoked him!
DM: Uh huh! Sure they did!
"Psych! Excessive Exposure" by Tommy Violet plays throughout the arena and Liam Reilly emerges out onto the ramp carrying a microphone, to a chorus of boos. This response draws a rueful expression on Liam's face as he holds up a hand, requesting silence to speak
DM: Oh great, just what we need. I can't wait for more evangelising from this idiot.
Liam Reilly: Cut the music. This is not the time for that song.
The crowd murmurs with confusion.
Liam: Well, well, well. The one year anniversary show of the Revival Era of PCW. The time for us to look at everything we've done in this past year, and look forward to where we are going in the future.
Liam pauses for a moment, looking sorrowfully at the floor.
Liam: In my case, that's out the door. That's right, PCW...I quit.
This announcement is met with a mixed reaction from the crowd, some boos, some cheers and stunned silence.
DM: What!?! Liam Reilly is turning his back on PCW.
SS: NOOOO! One of the few people capable of saying what needs to be said in this place, walking out on us!? This can't be happening. I don't want to be stuck in the Valley of the Drones.
Up on the ramp, Liam continues to address the crowd.
Liam: It's with a heavy heart that I have come out here to announce to you that I am officially retiring as an in-ring competitor, not only in PCW but for good. Simply put, my body cannot keep up with this any more and I don't want to be sat at home in 5 years time, wondering what my life would be like if I could still walk. I want to be able to teach my kids how to play football, how to swim, take their first steps with them...that just won't be possible if I keep going. I thought I had the rest of the year left in me, but after Battle Finale III I realised I just had nothing left. And, as much as it pains me to walk out of this company when it's getting back in the ascendancy, I don't have much choice.
DM: I cannot believe it, Liam Reilly is retiring right here live on Rapture.
SS: Well, after his atrocious showing at Battle Finale III, can you blame him?
DM: He's clearly been suffering Taint, I don't think he's been the same since the knee surgery that forced him to vacate the PCW Platinum Championship. He physically has no choice but to hang up the boots.
SS: Cry me a fucking river.
DM: How about I throw you in a fucking river?
Saint glares at Desiree, but decides against saying anything else, taking her threat seriously. Back up on the ramp. Liam looks around at the crowd, smiling, and they seem to be warming to him.
Liam: Now, I've had some great memories in this place, and throughout my career, but I don't want to bore you all with them. That's another speech for another time. For now, I just want to thank James Baker for giving me the opportunity to do what I love in a company like this. I want to thank Michael Morrison for being someone I could look up to, and aspire to emulate. I want to thank Damon Warrens for being my greatest friend in this company. I want to thank Smith Jones for all the hard work he put in helping us put The New Era on the map. I want to thank the entire PCW locker room, past and present, for pushing me, entertaining me, keeping me on the straight and narrow in recent months. I want to thank Desiree and that idiot who shares the commentary table with her, for calling every single one of my matches so brilliantly. And lastly, I of course have to thank each and every one of you here tonight, and everyone watching at home, for sticking by PCW through thick and thin. I know it's a cliché, but it's true, without you guys, none of us would be here doing what we love. Thank you all, it's been a blast. Now, before I go...I don't want any of that downcast music that I've been coming down to the ring with recently. Let's bring back an old favourite...Sound guy, you know what I want to hear.
"Redemption Days" by Josh Osho begins to play and Liam nods his head appreciatively, smiling an even wider smile than before. He points and gestures to the crowd, who cheer him for the first time in months, before turning round to head backstage. As he gets to the curtain, he turns back to face the crowd one last time, giving them a wave. Taking in the sight of the appreciative crowd, he breathes a deep breath before heading backstage through the curtain.
DM: So the curtain comes down on Liam Reilly's career, and in some ways I think he's got the closure he so desperately needed.
SS: Bottom line, he's a coward. "WAAAAHHH, I don't wanna play any more because I have a booboo!!" Gimme a break! I'm glad he's gone, now we can have some real men back in the ring showing the girly girls like him how to wrestle.
DM: You do realise you were mourning the fact that he was leaving, about 3 minutes ago.
SS: You can't prove that.
DM: This show gets archived after we broadcast live, dumbass.
SS: ......Shut up, you stupid bitch.
DM: Well, before Taint offers any more of his amazing insights, we're going to head to a commercial break. Don't go anywhere, because we'll be right back after these messages.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on May 11, 2013 14:56:14 GMT -5
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
"Duality" by Slipknot hits, the lights dim and smoke starts to fill the arena as Syn creeps onto the stage, a sick smile on his face and the PCW World Heavyweight Championship strap around his waist.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 216 pounds. He is the PCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... THIS... IS... SYN!!!
He stands up straight and and slowly walks down to the ring with his hands clasped behind his back. He creeps up the steel steps and enters the ring, then sits Indian style in the middle of the ring as he awaits for the match to begin.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
The lights go out for a moment, "Never Gonna Stop" by Rob Zombie hits the sound system, a weird purple light fills the arena, and out comes TJ Parks to a good amount of cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Winchester, Kentucky, weighing in at 230 pounds. He is a member of Team Lethality... "THE PURPLE DRAGON"... TJ PARKS!!!
He has a twisted smirk on his face, he ignores the fans, and wastes no time making 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 steps on a near by turnbuckle, and stares around at the fans, he then steps off, and waits for the match to begin.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And this non title match up is underway!
SS: LET'S GO SYN, LET'S GO!
DM: I was wondering who the hell you were rooting for here!
SS: That's right! I'm rooting for Syn!
DM: Uh huh! Sure you are, fatty!
The match begins, and Syn locks up with TJ. TJ gets the upperhand by delivering a kick to the midsection, and locking in a head lock. Syn refuses to give up, so TJ puts more pressure on the hold, but Syn still refuses to give up, backs TJ into the ropes, and pushes him into the ropes on the other side of the ring. TJ runs back at Syn, and Syn jumps up, and catches him with a hurricanrana, he then lifts TJ to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before locking in a cross armbar. TJ refuses to give up, so Syn puts more pressure on the hold, but TJ still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottum rope, but Syn refuses to release the hold so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Syn releases the hold, and begins delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about five stomps, he then lifts TJ to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and connects with a scoop slam before connecting with a knee drop to the face, he then lifts TJ back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a Russian leg sweep before delivering stomps to the left arm. He connects with about ten stomps, he then begins delivering stomps to the left leg. He connnects with about seven stomps before lifting TJ to his feet, and connecting with a suplex, he then locks in a single leg Boston Crab. TJ refuses to give up, so Syn puts more pressure on the hold, but TJ still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope, but Syn refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Syn releases the hold, lifts TJ to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, gets behind him, and connects with a Tiger suplex before delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about twelve stomps, he then lifts TJ back to his feet, and connects with Insanity's Edge before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: TJ kicks out at two!
SS: I don't get TJ's recent good guy attitude change! Since you're a Team Lethality member Desiree, explain this to me!
DM: Well retard, TJ has realized that it was wrong to be highly butthurt and he's made ammends with Reaper and is not being a douche bag to Team Lethality!
Syn locks in a rear chin lock. TJ refuses to give up, so Syn puts more pressure on the hold, but TJ still refuses to give up, and eventually fights out of it by delivering elbows to the midsection, he then connects with a kick to the head before waiting for Syn to get to his feet. Syn eventually gets to his feet, and TJ connects with another kick to the head, he then waits for Syn to get back to his feet. Syn eventually gets back to his feet, and TJ connects with a third kick to the head before locking in a cross armbar. Syn refuses to give up, so TJ puts more pressure on the hold, but Syn still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottum rope, but TJ refuses to release the hold so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
SS: CHEATER! Let go!
DM: He has a five count, you dumb fuck!
TJ releases the hold, and begins delivering stomps to the left arm. He connects with about ten stomps, he then lifts Syn to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before locking in a armbar. Syn refuses to give up, so TJ puts more pressure on the hold, but Syn still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope, but TJ refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
TJ releases the hold, lifts Syn to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, gets behind him, and connects with a Russian leg sweep, he then lifts Syn to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before lifting Syn back to his feet, and connecting with a backbreaker, he then begins delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about eleven stomps before locking in a single leg Boston Crab. Syn refuses to give up, so TJ puts more pressure on the hold, but Syn still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope, but TJ refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
SS: This is excessive! He doesn't need to do this!
DM: You need to shut the hell up is what you need to do!
TJ releases the hold, lifts Syn to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, gets behind him, and connects with a German suplex before delivering stomps to the left arm. He connects with about seven stomps, he then begins delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about nine stomps before locking in a surfboard stretch. Syn refuses to give up, so TJ puts more pressure on the hold, but Syn still refuses to give up, and TJ eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then lifts Syn back to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before locking in the Figure 4 leg lock! Syn refuses to give up, so TJ puts more pressure on the hold, but Syn still refuses to give up, so TJ puts even more pressure on the hold, but Syn STILL refuses to give up, and eventually turns the hold over, and reverses the pressure, forcing TJ to release the hold. TJ waits for Syn to get to his feet. Syn eventually gets to his feet, and TJ connects with a enzuigiri before turning Syn over, and locking in the Crossface!
DM: TJ with the crossface locked in!
SS: Shades of the late great...
DM: NO! Don't you dare say that name, ya fat bastard!
Syn refuses to give up, so TJ puts more pressure on the hold, but Syn still refuses to give up, so TJ puts even more pressure on the hold, but Syn STILL refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope, but TJ refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
TJ releases the hold, lifts Syn to his feet, and goes for a Irish whip, but Syn reverses it into a Irish whip of his own, and TJ runs into the ropes on the other side of the ring, runs back at Syn, and Syn catches him with a spinning wheel kick, he then waits for TJ to get to his feet. TJ eventually gets to his feet, and Syn runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody before locking in the Cloverleaf! TJ refuses to give up, so Syn puts more pressure on the hold, but TJ still refuses to give up, so Syn puts even more pressure on the hold, but TJ STILL refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope, but Syn refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
SS: YEAH! He's utilizing the five count!
DM: You were just bitching about TJ doing it, you fat hypocrite!
SS: WHAT?!
DM: You can't have it both ways, Taint!
Syn releases the hold, lifts TJ to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and connects with a backbreaker before delivering stomps to the left arm. He connects with about nine stomps, he then lifts TJ back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a Tiger suplex before locking in a cross armbar. TJ refuses to give up, so Syn puts more pressure on the hold, but TJ still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope, but Syn refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Syn releases the hold, lifts TJ to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and connects with a suplex, he then begins delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about eight stomps before delivering stomps to the left arm. He connects with about fourteen stomps, he then lifts TJ back to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before connecting with a knee drop to the face, he then lifts TJ back to his feet again, gets behind him, and connects with the Sweet Cyanide before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
Syn lifts TJ to his feet, gets behind him, and goes for a back suplex, but TJ fights out of it by doing a back flip, lands on his feet behind Syn, and connects with a half nelson suplex, he then waits for Syn to get to his feet. Syn eventually gets to his feet, and TJ runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody before going out to the apron, climbing to the top turnbuckle, and waiting for Syn to get back to his feet. Syn eventually gets back to his feet, and TJ leaps off, and connects with a missile dropkick before turning Syn over, and locking in a Camel clutch. Syn refuses to give up, so TJ puts more pressure on the hold, but Syn still refuses to give up, and TJ eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then locks in a armbar. Syn refuses to give up, so TJ puts more pressure on the hold, but Syn still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope, but TJ refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
TJ releases the hold, and begins delivering stomps to the left arm. He connects with about twelve stomps, he then lifts Syn to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a Butterfly suplex before lifting Syn back to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a piledriver, he then turns Syn over, and locks in the Ankle lock! Syn refuses to give up, so TJ puts more pressure on the hold, but Syn still refuses to give up, so TJ puts even more pressure on the hold, but Syn STILL refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, grabs the bottom rope, but TJ refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
DM: God dammit TJ, you're going to get yourself disqualified if you don't release it!
SS: KEEP IT ON POT HEAD!
DM: You have no qualifications to talk about pot smokers, you fat sucker! Considering you're a fucking coke addict!
SS: ...
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
TJ releases the hold, lifts Syn to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and connects with the Purple Cutter before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
TJ lifts Syn to his feet, and goes for a suplex, but Syn reverses it into a suplex of his own, he then begins delivering stomps to the left arm. He connects with about ten stomps before lifting TJ to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a German suplex, he then locks in the Cloverleaf! TJ refuses to give up, so Syn puts more pressure on the hold, but TJ still refuses to give up, so Syn puts even more pressure on the hold, but TJ STILL refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope, but Syn refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
DM: These two are bending the rules as much as possible! I don't think in PCW have I ever seen anything quite like it!
SS: Syn's awesome like that! He can fuck you up in a number of ways!
DM: I hope for your sake that you're not implying that one of those ways is well... ya know!
SS: No! Why would I say something like that?
DM: Considering you're a sick individual and you have rooted against Syn before, I wouldn't put it past you to say something like that!
Syn releases the hold, lifts TJ to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, gets behind him, and connects with a neckbreaker, he then lifts TJ back to his feet, and locks in a arm wrench. TJ refuses to give up, so Syn puts more pressure on the hold, and delivers a elbow to the arm, but TJ still refuses to give up, so TJ puts even more pressure on the hold, and delivers another elbow to the arm before delivering a kick to the midsection, and releasing the hold, he then connects with a swinging neckbreaker before delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about nine stomps, he then locks in a single leg Boston crab. TJ refuses to give up, so Syn puts more pressure on the hold, but TJ still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottum rope, but Syn refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Syn releases theh hold, lifts TJ to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with Half Measures before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: TJ Parks kicks out at two and a half!
SS: DAMMIT! That was bullshit!
DM: No it wasn't! It was a fair count!
Syn lifts TJ to his feet, and goes for a scoop slam, but TJ reverses it into a headscissors takedown, he then lifts Syn to his feet, gets behind him, and conects with a Tiger suplex before locking in a cross armbar. Syn refuses to give up, so TJ puts more pressure on the hold, but Syn still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope, but TJ refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
DM: For god's sake, let go before you get DQ'ed!
TJ releases the hold, lifts Syn to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and connects with a scoop slam before delivering a stomp to the midsection, forcing Syn to sit up, holding his stomach in pain, he then runs into the ropes, runs back at Syn, and connects with a running dropkick to the face before locking in a single leg Boston Crab. Syn refuses to give up, so TJ puts more pressure on the hold, but Syn still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottum rope, but TJ refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
TJ releases the hold, and waits for Syn to get to his feet. Syn eventually gets to his feet, and TJ connects with a spinning wheel kick before lifting Syn back to his feet, dragging him to the middle of the ring, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a DDT, he then begins stalking Syn. Syn gets to one knee, and TJ connects with the Purple kick before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: NO! Just barely a kickout! I thought TJ would have had it!
TJ goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for Syn to get to his feet. Syn eventually gets to his feet, and TJ leaps off, and connects with the Purple Haze before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: And yet another kickout for SYN!
SS: WOO! He's still in business!
DM: But that was a close call though! The champ nearly got beat there!
TJ waits for Syn to get to his feet. It takes a moment, but Syn eventually gets to his feet, and TJ goes for the Super kick! NO!!! Syn ducks, runs into one of the turnbuckles, and connects with the Whisper in the Wind! he then lifts TJ to his feet, and connects with the Killing Joke before going out to the apron, climbing to the top turnbuckle, leaping off, and connecting with the Knightfall! he then turns TJ over, and locks in the Last Laughs!
DM: The Last Laughs! This was the hold that won him the World Heavyweight Championship just two weeks ago!
SS: And he's going to make TJ tap here! He's not going to lose at all!
TJ refuses to give up, so Syn puts more pressure on the hold, but TJ still refuses to give up, so Syn puts even more pressure on the hold, but TJ STILL refuses to give up, so Syn puts even MORE pressure on the hold, but TJ STILL refuses to give up, so Syn puts even MORE pressure on the hold, but TJ STILL refuses to give up, so Syn puts even MORE pressure on the hold, but TJ STILL refuses to give up although his neck is cracking! TJ begins making his way to the ropes. He almost gets to the ropes, but Syn releases the bridge, and rolls them back to the middle of the ring before locking the hold back in!
DM: DAMN! So close, but you have to wonder how much longer can TJ endure the move!
SS: Probably not much longer I would suppose! Probably not much longer at all!
TJ refuses to give up, so Syn puts more pressure on the hold, but TJ still refuses to give up, so Syn puts even more pressure on the hold, but TJ STILL refuses to give up, so Syn puts even MORE pressure on the hold, and TJ tries to fight out of it. He tries to get back to the ropes, but he fails, and has no choice but to tap out!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by submission. The PCW World Heavyweight Champion... SYN!!!
"Duality" by Slipknot hits and Syn is handed the strap that contained the PCW World Heavyweight Championship and raises it high in the air.
DM: Syn with a tough victory over a very game TJ Parks!
SS: Syn did what he needed to do and he beat that scum TJ Parks!
DM: TJ's not scum, you idiot! He's a phenomenal talent and we at Team Lethality love and appreciate him, something you not once did with your little Taint's Army bullshit!
SS: They're all a bunch of attack dogs! Whip them with leashes and shit!
DM: Your lack of humanity is repulsing! You should be shot, but we're going to take our final commercial break! We'll be back with the main event after this!
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Post by Papi El Sueno on May 11, 2013 14:56:37 GMT -5
We come back from the break and an advertisment for Slamathon IV begins to play on the PremiumTron 5000...
It's almost Summertime!
Which means Slamathon is coming upon us!
One of the original pay-per-views of the pre-merger era is returning once more!
Titles defended, bodies will be broken!
Rivalries will get personal! They all come to a head on the big stage!
June 22nd, 2013!
Be there to witness something extravagant!
Be there to witness... Slamathon IV!
42 Days Away!
After the Slamathon IV advertisement cuts off, we go back to the announce table.
DM: 42 more days until Slamathon IV, live from the Santa Ana Star Center in Rio Rancho, New Mexico!
SS: It's going to be mad packed! And it's an event that will electrify audiences like only PCW can do!
DM: Indeed it will, but coming up next is our main event of this one year anniversary show of the PCW revival as Jay Thunder will go one on one with the leader of Team Lethality, the Lethal Latina herself, Danielle Lopez!
SS: Jay's got a big test ahead of him! If he thought Syn was hard, Danielle's just as difficult as he is! And since she returned to PCW back in February, she hasn't been in a good mood which hasn't exactly been great for those who have crossed her ire!
DM: Reyna Carter found out two weeks ago that you don't cross Danielle Lopez, and earlier tonight, Jimmy Gambino was kidnapped by Team Lethality to hopefully send a message loud and clear to Morgan Simmons!
SS: I doubt Morgan will flinch! I'm calling that!
DM: I think you'll be highly disappointed, but let's head to the ring where Jimmy Wilkes is standing by to call the action!
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!
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.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Knoxville, Tennessee, weighing in at 180 pounds... "THE DARK HORSE"... JAY THUNDER!!!
Upon arrival, he takes a quick jump-step and slides into the ring, running. He stands up, looking towards the stage, awaiting the bell.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
"Still I Rise" by Shadows Fall hits and Danielle Lopez emerges from behind the curtain to an enormous reception from the crowd. She stands on the ramp and points at the crowd with a look of determination on her face.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring. She is a member of the PCW Hall of Fame and the leader of Team Lethality... SHE IS SAN DIEGO'S OWN... "THE LETHAL LATINA"... DANIELLE LOPEZ!!!
She walks down the ramp, all pumped up and ready for action. She tags a few hands before sliding in through the bottom rope. She points at the crowd before going to the top rope where she plays up to the audience. She hops off the ropes and waits for the match to begin with an intense and focused expression on her face.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And here we go! The main event of this one year anniversary show is underway!
SS: Former World Champion versus the Hall of Famer with an impressive winning percentage of .925! That's going to be a good one!
DM: And beside us is the PCW World Heavyweight Champion himself, Syn! Hello, Syn!
Syn sits in the chair with his eyes fixiated on the match. To the action, Jay Thunder and Danielle Lopez are on opposite sides of the ring. They go to the middle. Jay and Danielle engage in a collar and elbow tie up and neither competitor gaining the upperhand. They break the tie-up and stare at each other with determination in their eyes. They lock up for a second time, and Jay takes advantage with a side headlock. Danielle pushes Jay off into the ropes. Jay comes back off the rebound... and he hits a clothesline to Danielle. Jay goes back to the ropes and Danielle springs to her feet. Jay comes back off the rebound... but Danielle floors Jay with a clothesline of her own.
DM: Danielle knows what she's doing here! Jay had a good move, but Danielle can come back quickly with one just as devastating!
SS: Yeah and she's the veteran in this match, although I'm sure it steams her that Jay had the World title before she did!
DM: She did say at the top of the show that she was sick and tired of being passed over for a shot at that title! And kidnapping Jimmy Gambino sent a message!
SS: Yeah, but Team Lethality will pay for that!
DM: We'll see about that!
Jay and Danielle have another stand off and begin circling around the ring again. Jay throws a right, but Danielle counters with a martial arts kick. Jay tries to retaliate, but Danielle ducks and hits a side kick to the gut of Jay, before dropping him with a clothesline. Jay gets back to his feet and Danielle leaps up... and hits him with the Hurricanrana.
DM: Danielle with a beautiful move there and you should expect a lot of high-flying here!
SS: That's what these two are known for! They've made their careers based on the high-flying style and their successes have been well documented!
Jay gets back up and runs towards Danielle, but Danielle leapfrogs him and Jay is sent towards the ropes. Jay back off the rebound... and Danielle with a textbook dropkick to the face of the "Dark Horse". Danielle cracks her neck and looks over at Syn. Syn just sits there staring stoicly at the action. Danielle turns back to Jay and gets him back to his feet. She whips Jay to the turnbuckle. Danielle runs in... and hits a dropkick to the face of Jay Thunder. Jay slumps down and Danielle runs after him again... and another dropkick to Jay Thunder.
DM: Danielle with the advantage early in this match! She's looking good and determined to win!
SS: I can't stand her, but since she's come back, she's brought a little extra aggressiveness to her game and it's nice to see!
Danielle gets Jay up and delivers a right... and another one... and another one... and a fourth before stepping up, and hitting Jay with an enzuigiri to the face. Jay pops back up and Danielle kicks him in the gut before she hooks him up for it... Fisherman Suplex! And here's the cover by "The Lethal Latina"...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
Jay Thunder kicks out at two! Danielle gets back up and gets Jay up as well. She takes a few steps back before running up... and hits him with the Latina Strike to the face! Danielle immediately gets Jay back up to his feet, and drops him down with a neckbreaker. Danielle now goes to the ground as she grabs the legs and locks it in...
DM: LATINA SPICE! Danielle has Jay locked in the Modified figure four leglock known as the Latina Spice!
SS: SHIT! This isn't good! This isn't good at all!
Danielle tries to lock it in tighter, but Jay's attempting to turn over. It takes him a bit and he turns over, shifting the pain to Danielle before getting out of it. Jay's legs are in pain as he's slow to get up. Danielle gets up and runs towards Jay... but Jay hits the Hall of Famer with a drop toe hold to the ropes. Jay shakes off the cobwebs for a bit before getting Danielle back to her feet. He kicks her in the gut... and hits her with a Northern Lights suplex, complete with the bridge and here's the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
Now Danielle with the kickout! Jay gets back to his feet and he shakes off any bad feelings he has had in his legs. He looks at Syn and smirks while Syn doesn't move or acknowledge Jay looking at him. Jay waits for Danielle to get to her feet. Danielle gets up and turns around, only for Jay to hit a right to the face. He hits another one... and a second before whipping Danielle to a neutral corner. Jay immediately rushes in... and hits a knee lift to the skull of Danielle! And that causes Danielle to stumble out of the corner. Jay leaps to the top rope and waits patiently for Danielle to turn around. Danielle does so and Jay dives off the top...
DM: CROSSBODY! Jay struck big with the Diving Crossbody to Danielle Lopez!
SS: Well he better capitalize quick because Danielle's not going to go down that easy! No way in hell!
Jay gets to his feet and he gets Danielle up to hers. Upon Danielle getting up, Jay lands a right, but Danielle fires back with one of her own. The two of them start going back and forth with rights. Jay whips Danielle to the ropes. Danielle comes back off the rebound and Jay goes for a clothesline... but Danielle ducks it! Jay turns around, and Danielle runs up to him... and hits him with The Lethal Curse, but both competitors are down. Referee Jack Payne sees both of them down and exhibits the mandated ten count.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!
Danielle and Jay begin to stir.
SIX!!!!
SEVEN!!!!
EIGHT!!!!
NINE!!!!
Danielle and Jay get to their feet just before the count of ten! They stare off and go to the center of the ring again. Jay lands a left, Danielle with a right. Jay lands Danielle with another left... but the PCW Hall of Famer comes back with another right. Jay with another left... Danielle with another right. Left... Right... Left... Right! These two are going back and forth and the fans are getting behind Danielle while booing Jay. Danielle goes for another right, but Jay ducks it and fires back with a right of his own... and another right... and another right before he drops Danielle back down to the mat with an Enziguiri.
DM: Jay now gets the match up back in his favor! Could he prevail and pull off the upset?
SS: It's possible! Right now, he's looking good!
Danielle gets back to her feet, but Jay stays on her by hitting the clothesline. Danielle gets up for a second time, but the same result happens. Danielle gets up for a third time, and Jay kicks her in the gut before hooking her up... and plants her down with a Death Valley Driver! Jay wastes zero time and hooks Danielle's leg for the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
Danielle kicks out just before the count of two! Jay gets back to his feet and drags Danielle up and places her at the rope cables. Jay smirks before hitting a knife edged chop to Danielle. He delivers another one... and another one. He sizes Danielle up and goes for a knee lift... but Danielle ducked it and Jay's right knee hits the turnbuckle padding. Jay clutches at his knee. Danielle runs up... and hits a dropkick to the injured knee. She gets Jay up and hits him with a dragon screw to discombobulate his knee. She springs on the ropes... and hits a Springboard Moonsault to the injured knee. She makes the cover as Jack Payne goes to count the fall...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: Almost! Danielle ALMOST got the win!
SS: This match has been even and it's been hard hitting!
DM: Very true! And both are determined to get that victory in this match!
Danielle gets Jay back up to his feet and goes for a suplex, but Jay blocks it, and drops her with a DDT! But Jay cannot capitalize due to the injury of his knee. He gets up and there's a noticable limp. He gets Danielle up and hits her with a right... and another right to daze her. Danielle stumbles and Jay runs up... and hits Danielle with a superkick to the jaw. Jay immediately clutches at his knee, before dragging himself over to Danielle and draping an arm over her for the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THRE---NO!!!!
DM: HOLY SHIT! That was CLOSE! Danielle barely kicked out!
SS: That just goes to show you the want to win from both competitors! Jay almost did what very few people could do in PCW! He's brought the fight which he gets credit for doing here!
DM: Indeed he does! He's given Danielle everything he's got so far, but he knows it's going to take a hell of a lot to beat her!
SS: Very true!
DM: Jay springs back to his feet and he's signaling for something big here!
SS: Thunder Driver perhaps?
DM: It's very possible! Jay waits anxiously for Danielle to get up! Danielle gets to her feet and once she turns around, Jay gets her on his shoulders and holds her there as he goes for it... THUNDER DRIVER!!!
SS: NEGATIVE! Danielle got out of it and appears behind Jay before dropping him with an Inverted DDT! You have to believe the end is coming!
DM: No question! Danielle stomps her foot on the ground! I think you can guess what's about to come next!
SS: For your sake, Jay! DON'T TURN AROUND!
DM: Jay gets to his feet and turns around... POTENTIAL BRAIN DAMAGE! RIGHT TO THE SKULL AND JAY GOES DOWN!
SS: DAMN! He's out cold, Desiree! He's out cold!
DM: Danielle hooks Jay's leg for the cover! This will be it!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... "THE LETHAL LATINA"... DANIELLE LOPEZ!!!
"Still I Rise" by Shadows Fall hits and the crowd cheers as Danielle gets her arm raised. She rolls out of the ring and hops the barricade where she celebrates with her fellow San Diego residents.
DM: Danielle Lopez with the huge victory over Jay Thunder, and this HAS to give her that well deserved shot at the PCW World Heavyweight Championship!
SS: Syn did say earlier tonight that Danielle was going to be given that shot regardless of what Morgan says! So it's likely going to happen!
Syn stands up from his seat and looks at Danielle who's in the crowd celebrating with her hometown. Danielle goes to her parents and then looks at Syn who's staring at her blankly.
DM: Could this be our main event for Slamathon IV? The staredown these two are having is bone chilling to say the least!
SS: This is a match both of them want! You can feel that electricity right here!
Syn holds up the strap in the air while Danielle motions that she will be the next champ while saying "That's going to be mine very soon". Syn smirks and continues to look at that direction. The final image of the broadcast is of both Syn and Danielle looking at each other from afar with intent expressions on their faces. From there, we...
Fade to Black.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on May 11, 2013 14:57:21 GMT -5
I'm gonna put the credits at the end of the broadcast for now on, but yeah, give love to all the men and women who put the time and effort into making this one year anniversary show the way it was. Who wrote what is below, yo. And the next card will be up soon (or later tonight haha). #OccupyPCW (Show Intro): Me, Tom, Danielle and Stryker SCS vs. DNA: Reaper Post match: ? PCW One Year Anniversary Video: Amy Totoya Tatsuya gets beaten down by Mi Pi Sexy: Me Brytain vs. Reyna: Leon segment: Tyler Jacobs vs. Alex Brown: Me Destroying of the World Title: Tom The Princesses of Lethality in-ring segment: Reaper and Danielle Stryker vs. Lekkter: Mariano Deacon Jeremiah update on Jerry Matthews: George Smith Jones vs. Mya: Me Post Match: Me and Dennis (Smith Jones) Reaping Death Show: Reaper and Danielle Curtis vs. Sjin Drako: Reaper Post Match: Tyler Liam Reilly retirement segment: Liam Syn vs. TJ: Reaper Slamathon IV Advertisement: Me Danielle vs. Jay: Me Ending: Me
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