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Post by Papi El Sueno on May 25, 2013 15:25:51 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. The camera starts rolling for Rapture but instead of the usual opening, we see Brian Stryker arriving to the arena but is stopped by a group of security guards, blocking the entrance.Stryker: Hey guys....not sure if you know but I kinda need to get in. Security Guard A: Sorry Mr. Stryker, but we've been told to not let you into the building. Stryker: By who? Security Guard B: By Morgan Simmons. Stryker: Of course....so I'm stuck out here? Security Guard A: Yes sir. Stryker groans in anger as he walks away from the entrance. As he was walking away, a voice called out to him from behind.??: Yo! Hamster! Stryker turns around and sees Tom Pendergrass walking towards him, a large smile on his face.Tom: What's happening, man? Stryker: Looks like nothing since these dillweeds are not letting me inside on Morgan's orders. Tom blinked, then held up a hand.Tom: Wait, wait. The fuck did she do? Weren't you on the goddamned card already? Stryker: Yeah I am. Or should I say was. Guess she wasn't to happy with the tweets or something. Man I really wanna get that bitch back. Tom thinks for a few moments as he crosses his arms, before he looks back up at Stryker with an evil grin.Tom: Dude.....isn't the production truck somewhere around here...? Stryker looks at Tom for a moment before growing an equally evil grin.Stryker: You're right it's right around the corner. You thinking what I'm thinking? Tom nods, before he motions for Stryker to follow after him.Tom: Yo, follow me, man. I think I know where it is. Stryker nods, and the two walk off in search of The Production Truck for the Broadcast. After a few aimless moments of looking around, they manage to spot it in the very back of the parking lot. They silently crept towards it and looked at it, before Tom looked over at Stryker.Tom: Any ideas on how we get inside? Stryker: I got one. Stryker walks up to the truck's door and knocks. The door opens as a man steps out of the truck.Production Manager: Can I help you? Stryker: Yeah we were just wondering what goes on inside the truck. Production Manager: Sorry but I can't let you inside. Stryker: Oh okay, but first. Stryker then throws a right and clocks the manager right in the jaw, knocking him out cold. He then picks up the unconscious body and drags him into a nearby bush. He motions for Tom to follow him inside as he walks in. Tom quickly went inside and closed the door behind them, then jammed a chair under the door handle, preventing anyone from being able to get in with them. He walked up to the controls and looked at them for a few moments, before he looked back at Stryker.Tom: We can control the whole show from here......wonder what else we can do... Stryker: Anything we want! Check it out, they have a camera in every part of the building, even the woman's locker room! That's alittle creepy..... Stryker goes to push a button but crew members stop him giving him a look.Stryker: You can't tell me what to do. Stryker pushes the button anyway, which causes the screen to fuzz out and switch over to Desiree and Shannon at the commentator's table.DM: Well, that's an interesting introduction, but nonetheless, welcome to another edition of Saturday Night Rapture, live on the Premium Television Network! Tonight's episode takes place from the Oracle Arena in Oakland, California! I am the voice of PCW, Desiree Miles alongside Shannon Taint and we are red off the heels of what was an anarchic anniversary show two weeks ago! SS: You said it, Desiree! Two weeks ago was a show that you couldn't forget and this week will be more the same! DM: Nine matches on tap for all the PCW fans in attendance and watching at home, two of them which are championship matches! SS: That's right! Both the Platinum and Tag Team titles are at stake! In addition to that, we have the debuts of "Flawless" Wallace and Sexton Raze, Derek Jacobs in action! Lekkter tha Lunatik versus Dante Daevain! Brian Stryker vs. Sjin Drako! Smith Jones going one on one against William Steele! Curtis Wilkes versus Brytain Montgomery... and our main event featuring that schizo fucking anime geek Leon Lonewolf against our World Champion... SYN! DM: It's going to be an awesome night of action and it's one we are dying to bring to all of you! SS: And that fucking fag Brian Stryker and that ni... Desiree slaps Shannon across the face.DM: And I don't tolerate racism, fatty! No racism at all... Suddenly, "Du Hast" by Rammstein hits and the crowd goes to boos as Morgan Simmons walks down the ramp. She walks slowly with both the PWW and LPW Women's Championships around her waist. She grabs a microphone and slides in the ring. She stands there and the crowd is just pouring it on with boos.Morgan Simmons: If I can have just a little bit of time... The crowd boos even more. She smirks before speaking once more.Morgan Simmons: You morons aren't going to get to me. Oh no, no, no. Because right now, I have some important information to give for Slamathon, and you fucking idiots are going to listen because it's god damn important. The crowd chants "Fuck you" at the GM, who's getting very very pissy but ultimately keeps her cool to make the announcement.Morgan Simmons: As I was going to say. Slamathon is only four weeks away, and I figure it's highly appropriate to announce a big match up for the event. Since that little shit Brian Stryker wants to hijack the production truck that does the fancy little things you common idiots see each and every PCW show. The crowd boos Morgan some more.Morgan Simmons: Back to the moron from Philly. He's going to defend his championship at the pay-per-view, but it's not going to be against any old opponent. Oh no, no, no. You see, I've been thinking and there are some good talent in that division and one person has stood out to me to get a shot. She's got a lot of talent, is proven around the world and is undefeated in PCW. That's right, I, Morgan Simmons, will give Brytain Montgomery a chance to win PCW gold as she will face Brian Stryker for the Broadcast Championship... at Slamathon. The crowd pops for the mentioning of Brytain Montgomery.SS: YES! She's making good, sound decisions! DM: I hate Morgan with every fiber in my being, but Brytain getting a shot is very intriguing to me! Morgan Simmons: Now the next thing... Suddenly a long loud fart fills the arena. Morgan looks around wondering where the sound came from as the crowd laughs at the low brow humor. When the farting stops, Morgan collects herself and tries to continue with her announcements.Morgan Simmons: As I was saying. The next thing is..... Once again Morgan is cut off, this time her mic going quiet. She checks on it and glares at the crew and demands another one. When she tries to talk again this mic goes out. She repeats the process several times before finally getting a mic that works.Morgan Simmons: Very funny you guys. You think you're so witty! You're little sophomoric pranks will not get any rise out of me. Stryker: That's the only "rise" you see anyways. Morgan turns around and faces the Titantron, where Brian Stryker and Tom Pendergrass have made themselves comfortable in the truck. Stryker has a headset on and his feet up on the console.Stryker: I wanna thank you for banning me Morgan. I'm getting a nice little vacation out of it. But really, I never knew how interesting the backstage of this show really is. I mean the stuff these cameras see are amazing! Like, did anyone know that when alone in her office, our gm Morgan Simmons does some beauty maintenance? And I don't mean makeup. I mean this! Stryker presses a button and a camera feed from Morgan Simmon's office appears on the screen. It shows Morgan sitting at her desk. She reaches into one of the drawers and pulls out an electric razor. Everyone thinks she's gonna start shaving her face, but instead she lifts her right arm up to show a large clump of armpit hair. A loud groan of disgust is heard across the fans as Morgan starts shaving his armpit hair.Stryker: And that's just one clip! We have hours of this kind of shit! Tell em what else we found Tom! Tom finishes dry heaving, before he smiles into the camera.Tom: Ever wonder why Morganna can never hear what the people want? Well here's the answer to that question right here! Let's roll us some clips! Tom hits a button and a camera feed shows Morgan signing a doccument on her desk. As she is signing, she keeps absentmindedly digging into her ear with her free hand. Finally she looked down at her pen, before she looks around to make sure that no one is watching. She then reached up with the pen and began digging in her ear, to the disgust of the crowd. She pulled it out, and there was a large amount of ear wax on the end of the pen.Tom: ......I think she needs to get that checked out. That shit ain't normal. Stryker: Damn straight! Looks like a caramel apple! Morgan continues to glare at the screen, wishing the two men would catch fire somehow. The audience attending the show are laughing their asses off. Even Desiree is laughing.Morgan Simmons: You stop that right now. I will not have my show ruined by you two! Stryker: Simmons, your show was ruined the moment you started talking. We're just making it fun again. But to respond to your announcement. I wish the best of luck to Brytain Montgomery. She's good. But she's gonna need to be better then good to stop me. So come Slamathon it's gonna be a war and that's the way I like it! The video cuts from the PremiumTron and Morgan is seething angry in the ring.DM: Brian Stryker and Tom Pendergrass' plan of pissing Morgan the fuck off... is clearly working here! SS: It's not wise to cross the boss! Especially when her name is Morgan fucking Simmons! DM: You think we really give a damn? I know I don't and I applaud Stryker and Tom for pissing her off! Morgan's not fit to run a professional wrestling company! Hell, she's barely fit enough to wrestle! SS: Don't say such bad things! DM: Oh shut the hell up, Shamu! We're going to take our first commercial break! We'll be back with "Flawless" Wallace versus Sexton Raze after this! **COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on May 25, 2013 15:26:55 GMT -5
Jimmy Wilkes: This is your opening contest for Saturday Night Rapture and it is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
All goes black. "Shoot to Thrill" by AC/DC begins playing. Green lights start flashing throughout the arena. The music picks up and the lights come back on, and Wallace comes dancing from behind the curtains. He wears his normal black tights with black boots, he also wears a long black trench coat, with nothing on underneath, and sunglasses on his face. He makes his way down the ramp, blowing kisses to the ladies.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Washington DC, weighing in at 220 pounds... "FLAWLESS"... WALLACE!!!
He approaches a kid sitting behind the barrier. Wallace takes off his sunglasses and acts like he is going to put them on the little boy, but yanks the sunglasses back, puts them back on, and laughs at the boy. This makes the audience angry and they begin to boo Wallace, which just makes him laugh even more. He enters the ring, stands up on the turnbuckle and raises his arms to even more boos. He jumps off the turnbuckle, takes off his trench coat and sunglasses, and shoves them into the ref's arms, saying "Hold these for me, chief", as he climbs the other turnbuckles, embracing all the hate he is receiving from the crowd.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
Hundreds of $1 bills fall from the rafters onto the crowd as "Duffle Bag Boy" by Playaz Circle takes over the public announce system. Fans are clawing at each other and some are pushing their grandmothers out of the way in order to grab as many bills as they can. Through the curtain steps Sexton Raze, followed by his valet Champagne Moretti and his head of security, Big Zeke.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Champagne Moretti and Big Zeke, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in at 220 pounds... SEXTON RAZE!!!
An aura of confidence is plastered over Sexton's face as he stops and looks out at the crowd. The camera zooms in for a close-up as he smirks and continues his way to the ring. With a nonchalant swagger, he jogs up the steps and climbs into the ring through the second and top ropes. He pats the referee on his behind and jogs over to his corner as Champagne cheers him on from ringside with Big Zeke close behind.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And here we go! We open up this edition of Rapture with two debuting talents!
SS: Woo! Both of them have potential to do a lot of big things, although I think Wallace is gonna kick some fuckin' ass here in this match up!
DM: Well, we shall see if that happens or not!
Wallace wastes little time as he goes after Sexton Raze, but Sexton stops him with a forearm smash to the face. Sexton starts kicking at Wallace's back repeatedly, not letting up and using the top rope for leverage. Sexton then drags Wallace to the middle of the ring... and then hits a standing moonsault to the mid-section. Sexton gets back to his feet and goes to the top. Wallace gets to his feet and Sexton flies... and nails Wallace with a missle dropkick before going for the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Wallace with the kickout at two!
SS: NO... I mean, good, good!
DM: Who are you rooting for here, fatass? Or are you just going to cheer for whoever amazes you the most?
SS: I don't know! Any suggestions?
DM: Yeah... BE FUCKING PARTIAL, MORON!
Sexton is up and he gets Wallace back to his feet before whipping him to a corner... but instead, Wallace reverses it and turns it into a whip of his own. Sexton stumbles out but it doesn't last as Wallace clotheslines him over the ropes. Once Sexton gets to his feet, Wallace leaps over the ropes and hits Sexton with a suicide plancha to the outside and they both collapse to the floor.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
Wallace gets up and climbs in the ring to break the count and then directly back out of it. He pulls Sexton, who is visibly shaken, to his feet. He lands lefts and rights before jumping straight up. He wraps his legs around Sexton's neck and flips him to his back on the concrete with a hurricanrana.
DM: Holy hell! What elevation that was! Incredible!
SS: I have officially become a fan of "Flawless" Wallace! He and I could snort cocaine off of hooker's titties together!
DM: You're disgusting and repulsive, Taint!
SS: But it would be fun!
DM: Still repulsive! And the referee is now beginning the count once more!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!
SIX!!!!
Wallace picks himself back up and does the same for Sexton. He slides him back into the ring before stepping onto the apron. As the ref checks on the condition of Sexton Raze, Champagne Moretti grabs on Wallace's leg and starts shouting "no" over and over again.
DM: This Champagne lady is trying to protect her talent!
SS: Right! I bet she's "talented" in a number of ways!
DM: What the hell are you trying to say?
SS: I think you know exactly what I'm trying to say! She can have a taste of the Holy Pimp! Come over here, Champagne! You can have some of the D now!
DM: I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that disgusting bullshit! Stop being perverted!
SS: NO! Champagne's a fine bitch! Nothing wrong with that, you know!
Sexton is up to his feet and is behind Wallace, who's half in, half out of the ropes as he struggles to get Champagne off of his leg. Sexton grabs Wallace's skull, places it on his shoulder... and drops to the ground with a sick looking neckbreaker. Champage smiles as she cheers on Sexton. Sexton drags Wallace away from the ropes before stepping out to the apron and going to the top rope. He looks down at Wallace before diving off...
DM: HELLA STACKS... NO! Wallace moved out of the way and Sexton Raze eats nothing but canvas!
SS: Now's the time for Wallace to capitalize!
DM: Sexton gets to his feet, but is doubled over! Wallace sees this and goes for it... FLAWLESSER! Wallace with the Flawlesser to Sexton Raze!
SS: We can safely assume that this one is all over!
DM: Right you are! Wallace with the cover!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... "FLAWLESS"... WALLACE!!!
"Shoot to Thrill" by AC/DC hits and "Flawless" Wallace gets his hand raised in victory to cheers from the crowd. But he's not satisfied as he rolls out of the ring and grabs a chair and slides it into the ring.
DM: What the hell is he planning on doing here?
SS: Make a fucking impact! That's what!
Big Zeke is checking on Sexton Raze. Zeke gets up and turns around... only for Wallace to CRACK him in the skull with a chair to bring him down. Wallace lays the chair down and then gets Zeke up. He runs up to him... and hits him with a Flawlesser onto the chair.
DM: Right on the chair and Big Zeke is out!
SS: Told ya he's making a statement! I'd fuckin' watch out for him! He's going to destroy people! For real!
"Shoot to Thrill" by AC/DC hits again and "Flawless" Wallace observes the damage he's done in the ring before sliding out and walking up the ramp. He goes to slap hands with the fans, but pulls away at the last second, laughing at them in the process.
DM: Well I can say this! That match was a great debut for "Flawless" Wallace! If he can keep it up, he will go far in Premium Championship Wrestling!
SS: He's got the tools, but he'll have to keep it up and there are some very talented individuals in the back so it won't be an easy task!
As Wallace is in the back. "Chalk Outline" by Three Days Grace hits and the crowd cheers loudly. Ryan "the Reaper" Robinson and Laurie Young come out first, holding a blowtorch and a sledgehammer respectively. TJ Parks also comes out, wheeling a wheelchair that has Jimmy Gambino strapped to it. TJ teases launching him off the stage, but Laurie and Reaper talk him out of it. Danielle Lopez walks out as well and the four Team Lethality members nod at each other before walking down the ramp. Reaper and Laurie slap hands with the fans before they all get in the ring. Danielle grabs a microphone before sliding in underneath the ropes. She stands with her teammates and the music dies off. The crowd cheers loudly as they stand there and soak in the reception.
Danielle Lopez: Now this... this is a great reception.
The crowd cheers loudly.
Danielle Lopez: But I'm all business right now. Morgan, two weeks ago, I gave you fair warning that somebody was going to suffer the consequences for your foolish decision of not giving Reaper and I our championship matches. As you can see before you, we have the appropriate tools necessary to hurt and maim Jimmy Gambino... but maybe, just maybe, you can somehow come to your senses and give us what we want.
Danielle smirks as she gets out a pair of pliers from her pocket and Jimmy's face is a look of horror. Danielle holds the pliers in her left hand and begins speaking again.
Danielle Lopez: These pliers I hold is just a small weapon of the many we have with us. Let it be known that nobody in Team Lethality truly gives a fucking shit about the well being of Jimmy Gambino. He's been a thorn in our side long before the stable formed. He's been trying every so desperately to ruin Reaper's life, as well as attempt to turn him against us. He's even said some choice words about me, but then again, I remember a certain individual doing the same goddamn thing. The only redeeming thing about Jimmy compared to say, Marina Valdivia, Miranda Rivers, Gabbi Sparks, Jazmin and Jay Swift... is that Jimmy is real and those bitches are as fake as the goddamn Easter Bunny. Matter of fact, the Tooth Fairy is more real than those fucking cunts but I digress.
The crowd "ooohs" at the word Danielle used. She twirls the pliers in her hand as she continues to speak.
Danielle Lopez: Now Morgan, I'm a fair woman. Despite my changed attitude over the last few months, I still have some shred of decency left, so I will give you the chance to drag your ass on out here and change your mind. Otherwise, Jimmy Gambino here, gets hurt very VERY badly.
Danielle waits while the rest of Team Lethality stands behind her with their weapons. "Du Hast" by Rammstein hits and the crowd boos as Morgan Simmons walks out. She has a microphone in her hand as she's none too happy.
Morgan Simmons: CUT THE DAMN MUSIC!
The music is then cut off and the boos are heard throughout the arena.
Morgan Simmons: What...
The crowd boos loudly.
Morgan Simmons: SHUT THE FUCK UP, IDIOTS! I'M TRYING TO TALK!
The crowd boos even louder.
Morgan Simmons: Now Danielle, what is it that you and retard want out of this?
Danielle Lopez: First off you dumb bitch, Reaper is not a retard. Two, I stated it two weeks ago and I'll state it again. Reaper wants another shot at the PCW Platinum Championship, while I want my rightful and deserved match for the PCW World Heavyweight Championship. And we want those... at Slamathon. Do I need to say it any slower for you to comprehend that?
Morgan Simmons: I understood all of that. Just too bad, it's NOT happening.
The crowd boos and Danielle smirks.
Danielle Lopez: If that's how you want to play it...
Danielle gives the pliers to TJ. TJ smirks widely as he then attaches Jimmy's finger to it and squeezes down on the pliers and Jimmy is screaming in pain, begging for it to stop. In the meantime, Danielle still has the microphone in her hand and speaks again.
Danielle Lopez: Are you going to change your mind now?
Morgan stands there and doesn't utter the word.
Danielle Lopez: Okay. Laurie, use that sledgehammer.
Laurie Young smiles and slams the sledgehammer right down on Jimmy's testicles. Jimmy is screaming in even more agony than before. Laurie continues to beat Jimmy with the sledgehammer before throwing it down on the ground. TJ gets done with the pliers, and hands them back to Danielle, who looks at Morgan with intensity in her eyes.
Danielle Lopez: How about now?
Morgan turns her head away for a moment.
Danielle Lopez: I hope you know I'm enjoying the pain and punishment being dished out here, since Jimmy has had this coming to him for quite sometime now. Reaper, use the FUCKING BLOWTORCH!
SS: Good fucking god! Can we get these people to stop?
DM: Morgan can just give Danielle and Reaper their title matches and it will all be over!
Reaper smirks and turns on the blowtorch. However, Morgan gets back on the microphone before anything can happen.
Morgan Simmons: Okay, okay, OKAY! You got your matches. At Slamathon, either Jerry Matthews or Aurora Rose will defend the PCW Platinum Championship against Ryan "the Retard" Robinson.
The crowd cheers.
Morgan Simmons: And also, Syn will defend the PCW World Heavyweight Championship against Danielle Lopez!
The crowd cheers even louder. Danielle and Reaper nod and smile as they have been given what they want.
Danielle Lopez: That's all we ask. But you made one mistake. You called Reaper a retard. Reaper, apply the blowtorch to this motherfucker.
Reaper: With pleasure.
Reaper turns on the blowtorch and applies it against Jimmy's flesh. Jimmy screams loudly as Reaper has a sick and twisted smile on his face from doing it. Danielle has the same expression on her face while staring at Morgan who's looking at Team Lethality with anger on her face. While the staredown continues, we go to commercial break.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on May 25, 2013 15:27:40 GMT -5
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...
"Du Hast" by Rammstein hits and the crowd boos loudly as Morgan Simmons walks out with a microphone in her hand.
Morgan Simmons: Derek Jacobs...
The crowd boos.
Morgan Simmons: Will you people shut up and show some fucking class?
The crowd boos louder.
Morgan Simmons: As I was saying. Derek Jacobs, I'm sure you have heard the news regarding "The Shadow" Alex Brown and it's sad news indeed, but I have no choice but to find you a new opponent.
Morgan is silent before speaking again.
Morgan Simmons: So I'm out here to announce your replacement opponent. Your opponent is...
"Da Baddest" by Krispy Kreme hits and the crowd boos loudly and Kyle Sync comes out onto the stage.
SS: AW HELL NAW! This ain't right!
DM: Looks like Derek Jacobs is going to be fed a jobber!
Kyle Sync goes to touch Morgan, but Morgan kicks him in-between the legs and Sync goes down. She drags him down the ramp and throws him into the ring. She tells the referee to ring the bell.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And this... match up is underway!
SS: I haven't gotten to say this in a while, but this... this is a sparring session!
DM: You're right about that! This is about as big of a mis-match as you'll ever see around here!
Jacobs cracks his neck as Sync gets to his feet and is scared of the monsterous man that's facing him. Sync goes to bow to him, but Derek hits him with an uppercut to the jaw. Sync flies back and goes to hit "Dr. Pain" with a forearm... but Jacobs doesn't even budge and instead, Sync bounces off of him and onto the mat.
DM: That was a rather lackluster attempt by Stink there!
SS: Stink in general is just lackluster! God, he's fuckin' horrible!
DM: That's why he's a jobber, Taint! Because he is straight up awful!
Jacobs flexes his muscles to cheers from the crowd as Kyle Sync gets back to his feet. Sync is up but Jacobs stays on him by grabbing him by the arm and whipping him across the ring. Sync comes back off the rebound... and Jacobs sends him flying with a back body drop and the crowd cheers loudly at the destruction Jacobs is putting on Kyle Sync.
DM: This shouldn't last much longer here!
SS: Nope! Because Kyle Stink is a sack of crap!
DM: This is one of the rare times I will agree with you!
Jacobs yells for Sync to get up to his feet. It takes a moment, but Kyle Sync does indeed get up. Jacobs picks Sync up on his shoulders and holds him there. He goes to the turnbuckle... where he drops Sync head first onto the padding. Jacobs then whips himself off the ropes. Once Sync turns around... Jacobs FLOORS him with a big boot to the skull and Kyle Sync goes down to the mat with a thud.
DM: I think we're about to see the end here, Taint!
SS: End this mother fucker, Jacobs! END HIM NOW!
DM: He's waiting for The Payday and we might see it here!
SS: Get up, Stink! Get the fuck up you idiot!
DM: Sync is getting up to his feet, albeit slowly! He turns around and Jacobs lifts him in the air! Oh this is not going to be good for Stink!
SS: Damn right it isn't! What goes up, must come down!
DM: Jacobs PLANTS Kyle Sync down with The Payday! Oh this has got to be over!
SS: Stink had no chance from the get-go!
DM: Jacobs with the cover and this one is done!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... "DR. PAIN"... DEREK JACOBS!!!
"Until The End" by Avenged Sevenfold hits and the crowd cheers as Jacobs is announced as the winner.
DM: Derek Jacobs with the convincing victory over Kyle Stink!
SS: It was a sparring session! Jacobs fuckin' crushed that piece of shit! You gotta love it!
DM: It's always a sight to see a jobber get crushed! More important than that, it sends Jacobs into the right direction and perhaps he'll get on track in his second run in this company with this win!
We head to the back where a low rumble of a highpowered engine fills the parking lot as a Black 1934 Ford Coupe hotrod with lime green tribal flame decal pulls into view. The car pulls slowly to a stop.
SS: Wow, now that is a car to be jealous of. Hell thats more beautiful that every single female member the PCW has contracted... Well apart from Morgan Simmons.
Desiree elbows Saint in the arm.
DM: It is a very nice hot rod in deed, and a strange one for PCW, I wonder who owns it.
As if to answer the question, the driver side "suicide" door swings open and a man with medium length straight dark brown hair steps out, wearing a black t-shirt and a pair of dark beige cargo still combat trousers. He closes the door before turning round as the camera gets a look at the man. The crowd instantly recognise him and erupt in cheers.
SS: It's.... i-i-i-it's....
DM: He's here, SJ Funk is actually here... And people were believing the twitter posts were fakes. I wonder now then, what he has to say.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on May 25, 2013 15:28:35 GMT -5
As Saturday Night Rapture returns from break, Smith Jones is standing in the ring speaking into his favourite white microphone wearing white ring attire under white lights. He’s also wearing his brand new ‘I’m’ T-shirt, available on the Premium website and at live events! The crowd is already booing at him as he rants on.Smith Jones: …and the only place you can ever come to see Smith Jones work is right here on the Premium Network where the top PCW talent works hard on Saturday nights, whether they like it or not. So, while credible workers like Stryker and Lopez are staging peaceful sit-ins, I’m in the ring evoking such vitriol and rage from random people at home that one of them has decided to get up off his dirty couch at his modest flat in Crowborough and crawl back into the ring. For those who missed it last Rapture, please watch this: The tron comes to life with video of what happened right after the Smith Jones match last week.Smith Jones: 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! The video ends and the crowd is a loud mass off raucous cheering and chanting!Crowd: Train is gonna kill you! Train is gonna kill you! Train is gonna kill you! Train is gonna kill you! Smith Jones:Nightrain is back in PCW. Is he? ?? Is he really??!? Because last time I checked, I'm booked on this card later tonight, NOT him! I’m the one who’s been working Saturday Night Rapture show after show after show while Train’s been sitting on his fat ass with a half-eaten bag of corn chips resting on his pudgy gut!!!! I’m Smith Jones and it’s just like my new T-shirt says, ‘I’m’… He uses his index finger to draw an ‘X’ across his chest.Smith Jones: …right here! How easy is it to attack a man from behind right after a match???!!!?! Huh, NIGHTRAIN!!!!!!!!!!!?! I’m talking to you!!!!!! I’m calling you out because I want to see you face to face!!!! I want to look into the eyes of the man who jumped me. I want to know who you are!!! I want to peer into your soul for just a moment or two and judge you for myself!!!! What the fuck is a Nightrain???!!? Who are you? He turns towards the entrance ramp and closes his eyes. He takes a deep breath and keeps his eyes closed.Smith Jones: Come. "No More Heroes" by Slash hits and the crowd cheers loudly. Nightrain comes out, in a black trenchcoat, black pants, black combat boots and a camouflage military style mask over his face. He slowly walks down the ramp before stepping onto the apron. He stands there and stares at Smith before speaking into a microphone that's been handed to him.Nightrain: You mortal, mortal man. I look at you and I look at your little group as nothing. Beneath all this exterior, there's really not a whole lot that people know. They know of my domination of others. How I have nearly tasted World Heavyweight Championship gold... only to have it snatched away by Yoshiru Long and his little tricks. Nightrain pauses and looks at Smith before continuing.Nightrain: You can peer into my soul and try to find out who I am, all you want, you idiot. But I'm simply known as the man who has dominated before and will continue to dominate. Despite what that talentless boring fruitcake might say, I ran him off. What you probably are not getting through your head is Damon Warrens, your little buddy, is somebody who cannot get over on his own accord, so he has to steal a gimmick of an already established wrestler who's a really horrible human being, and lord knows he can't survive on his own so he has to be in teams to hide his inability to get over as a singles competitor. And before I get a rebuttal, the PCW Brawl Championship is not something to be proud of. But seriously Smith, Damon is a drizzling pile of feces. You need to be saved from him and the boringness that he brings to the table, even if I have to beat it out of you to do so. ‘Carmina Burana’ by Carl Orff plays and Damon Warrens comes running out onto the stage. Nightrain turns to look at Damon as Damon runs down the ramp. Smith runs at Nightrain and hits him from behind with a running knee strike between the shoulder blades!!! Train goes tumbling hard to the ringside floor!! Damon Warrens gets Nightrain to his feet and then hits a hurricanrana on the floor! They both stand. Damon charges at Nightrain. Train sidesteps the attack and guides Warrens’ head into the steel ring steps!! Warrens is down. Smith Jones comes diving from the ring apron with a cross body!! Nightrain plucks him out of the air and throws him against the ringside barricade with a vicious fall-away slam!!! Train has both active New Era members down on the floor!!!! Suddenly, someone comes bounding over the retaining wall!!DM: Is that Liam Reilly??!? SS: No, it’s Curtis Wilkes!!!! DM: What is he doing out here?? Wilkes grabs the ring bell off the timekeeper’s table. Damon Warrens is stirring. Train grabs him by the hair and stands him up straight. He puts his hand around Damon’s throat and immediately hoists him up in the air for a chokeslam!! Wilkes interrupts the chokeslam and nails Train in the back of the head with the ring bell!!!!! Nightrain falls to a knee as Warrens shakes loose of the near chokeslam. All three men pull Nightrain up and roll him into the ring. They all descend on him in a brutal street style attack! No wrestling, just violent punches, stomps, and kicks raining down on the 325-pound beast in a chaotic swarm!! The crowd is booing hard!! With the help of Warrens and Wilkes, Jones gets Train up in the piledriver position near the corner. The other two men get on the middle rope and jump off as Nightrain gets taken out by a three-man Spike Piledriver!!!!!!DM: Has Curtis Wilkes joined The New Era??? SS: Looks that way!!!! Smith Jones calls for the white microphone. The ring announcer tosses it to him and he immediately hands it to Curtis.Curtis: I told you, I warned each everyone of you in the PCW that soon a revolution was going to take place. You may be asking why I am standing with these two athletes when it looks like we have nothing in common. Wrong. Our common goal is to stop the corruption that has infected this place. We are bonded with one common mission, to set the PCW on the right path and anybody who is foolish enough to try and take us down. Have a look at how Nightrain has fared. Tonight, the game has gotten interesting. Curtis hands the microphone to Damon.Damon Warrens: Every time I come out here and speak to you people, I feel I'm defending myself from the same damn lame insults each time. It's funny that Train here claims I'm boring, yet he can't even bother to come up with new material. That doesn't matter though because Train is the man who has dominated nobody, and will continue to dominate nobody! The crowd boos and begins a "You Suck" chant.Damon Warrens: That's right ladies and gents Thomas the Tank Engine here does suck. I'm sorry to all of you that I did not permanently bury this imbosile when I destroyed him in our casket match, but the New Era is here to rectify that mistake! Nightrain claims that I am a talentless nobody who can't survive alone. I don't know if I can 'survive alone'. I've never had to because unlike Nightrain I'm successful and people enjoy working with talent like myself. Look at the New Era. We are three of the most successful members of the PCW roster EVER! The New Era breeds success, we have redefined wrestling in this company, we are the gold standard. You don't like it? Get over it! Smith Jones takes back the microphone.Smith Jones: The game has just changed. The New Era exits the ring leaving Nightrain behind. 'Carmina Burana' by Carl Orff plays and the crowd boos them out as they leave the arena together. From there, we go to the ring where Jimmy Wilkes is standing.Jimmy Wilkes: The following... Jimmy's microphone quickly shuts off and the lights in the arena go out for a minute. "Never Gonna Stop" by Rob Zombie hits the sound system. A weird purple light fills the arena, and out comes "The purple Dragon" TJ Parks to a good ammount of cheers. He walks up and down the stage, looking around at the fans with a twisted smile on his face, he then begins making his way to the ring, taking his time to slap hands with the fans. Once he gets to the ring. He walks up the steps, gets in the ring, and panders to the fans a bit before asking for a mic, he then looks around, and begins speaking.TJ Parks: As alot of you may know. A certain fatass commentator acused me of being a liar, and said he would give my girlfriend "the dick" a while back on twitter. TJ looks over at Shannon Saint.DM: That would be you, Taint! SS: I'd definitely give his girlfriend the D! A taste of the Holy Pimp! DM: You're disgusting! Nobody wants to touch a fat ugly person such as yourself! TJ Parks: I told you that I would come out here and pay you a visit, Taint. Which means I'm going to kick your ass. SS: He's not going to do shit! DM: You'd be surprised mother fucker! Quite frankly, you need to get beaten down like a bitch! TJ Parks: Now. A lot of people claim they're going to beat up Taint, but I never seem to see them actually doing it, but what I'm about to do. Seperates me from THOSE people. The crowd cheers loudly as TJ drops the mic and goes to the outside.DM: If I were you, fatty, I'd get on your knees and beg for forgiveness! TJ walks over to the announce table, grabs Taint by the back of the head, drags himn to the ring and slides him in the ring before sliding in the ring himself and locking in the Purple and Black armbreaker!DM: PURPLE AND BLACK ARMBREAKER! He's going to snap Taint's arm in half! And I for one condone this! The crowd cheers as TJ keeps putting more and more pressure on the hold and Taint taps and screams in pain. All of a sudden. The cheers turn into boos as Harbinger and Pestilance come out of the crowd, slide in the ring and begin stomping on TJ, forcing him to release the hold, and Taint quickly rolls out of the ring, and holds his arm in pain as he walks back over to the anounce table and has a seat.DM: Taint's arm might be damaged but the Saints of Veritas is now doing the damage to "The Purple Dragon! All of a sudden. Never Enough by Five Finger Death Punch hits the sound system, and the crowd cheers loudly as Mariah Lopez and Rachel Robinson come running to the ring. They slide in the ring, Harbinger and Pestilance quickly exit the ring and Mariah and Rachel check on TJ.DM: Thank god for Mariah and Rachel! Saving TJ's ass just in time! And it's even better because our PCW World Tag Team Championship match is coming up next! TJ rolls out of the ring, begins walking toward the back, Harbinger and Pestilance slide back in the ring and a ref runs out, slides in the ring and calls for the bell.*DING! DING! DING!*DM: Here we go! Our first of two championship matches is now underway! SS: OW! GOD DAMMIT, MY ARM HURTS! DM: Aw poor baby! Nobody gives a fuck about your arm, you deserved all of that! The match begins, and Mariah and Pestilence start things off. Pestilence goes for a kick to the head, but Mariah ducks, and connects with a spinning wheel kick before locking in a single leg Boston Crab. Pestilence refuses to give up, so Mariah puts more pressure on the hold, but Pestilence still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. Mariah gives Pestilence a clean break, lifts him to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and connects with a suplex, she then lifts Pestilence back to his feet, drags him over to Rahel, and makes the tag. Rachel gets in the ring, and they Irish whip him into the ropes. Pestilence runs back at them, they catch him with a double dropkick, and Mariah goes out to the apron. Rachel begins delivering stomps to the left leg. She connects with about ten stomps, she then lifts Pestilence to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a German suplex before turning Pestilence over, and locking in a ground head lock. Pestilence refuses to give up, so Rachel puts more pressure on the hold, but Pestilence 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 Rachel refuses to release the hold so the ref is forced to start a five count.ONE!!!
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FOUR!!!Rachel releases the hold, lifts Pestilence to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT, she then goes out to the apron, limbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for Pestilence to get back to his feet. Pestilence eventually gets back to his feet, and Rachel leaps off, and connects with a diving crossbody before turning Pestilence over, and locking in the Ankle lock! Pestilence refuses to give up, so Rachel puts more pressure on the hold, but Pestilence still refuses to give up, so Rachel puts even more pressure on the hold, but Pestilence 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 Rachel refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.ONE!!!
TWO!!!SS: Release the hold you butch! DM: Oh shut up, fatass! Besides, Rachel and Mariah have the champions advantage! Meaning they would still be the champions if they got disqualified! SS: She should still release the damn hold! THREE!!!
FOUR!!!Rachel releases the hold, lifts Pestilence to his feet, drags him over to Mariah, and makes the tag. Mariah gets in the ring, they connect with a double DDT, and Rachel goes out to the apron. Mariah lifts Pestilence to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before delivering stomps to the left leg. She connects with about twelve stomps, she then waits for Pestilence to get back to his feet. Pestilence eventually gets back to his feet, and Mariah connects with a enzuigiri before lifting Pestilence to his feet, and connecting with a scoop slam, she then goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, leaps off, and connects with the Corkscrew 450 Splash before going for the pin!ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*DM: Pestilence kicked out of the Corkscrew 450! SS: YES! The Saints are awesome, they're going to be the next World Tag Team Champions! Bank on it, bitches! DM: Really Taint! You really said those four words? Really? Ugh! Mariah locks in a rear chin lock. Pestilence refuses to give up, so Mariah puts more pressure on the hold, but Pestilence 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 delivering a stomps to the midsection, causing Mariah to sit up, holding her stomach in pain, he then runs into the ropes, runs back at Mariah, and connects with a running dropkick to the face before kneeling down, and choking Mariah, forcing the ref to start a five count.ONE!!!
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FOUR!!!DM: If I were Pestilence, I'd let go otherwise those titles are not going to the Saints! SS: God dammit, let go! Pestilence releases the hold, and waits for Mariah to get to her feet. Mariah eventually gets to her feet, and Pestilence runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody, he then waits for Mariah to get back to her feet. Mariah eventually gets back to her feet, and Pestilence connects with a dropkick. Mariah gets back to her feet again, and Pestilence jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Mariah gets to her feet, and Pestilence connects with a enzuigiri, he then lifts Mariah back to her feet, drags her over to Harbinger, and makes the tag. Harbinger gets in the ring, they connect with a double suplex, and Pestilence goes out ot the apron. Harbinger lifts Mariah to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about seven stomps, he then kneels down, and begins choking Mariah, forcing the ref to start a five count.ONE!!!
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FOUR!!!Harbinger releases the hold, lifts Mariah to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a Tiger suplex, he then lifts Mariah back to her feet, and connects with a scoop slam before delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about eleven stomps, he then lifts Mariah back to her feet again, gets behind her, and connects with a German suplex before lifting Mariah to her feet, and connecting with a backbreaker, he then taunts Rachel before kneeling down, and choking Mariah, forcing the ref to start a five count.DM: And yet another five count is beginning! They sure like to break the rules! SS: The Saints are about honor and respect! Show them that! DM: Piss off! ONE!!!
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FOUR!!!Harbinger releases the hold, and begins delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about five stomps, he then delivers a stomp to the midsection, causing Mariah to sit up, holding her stomach in pain before running into the ropes, running back at Mariah, and connecting with a running knee strike to the face, he then lifts Mariah to her feet, locks in a arm wrench, drags her over to Pestilence, and makes the tag. Pestilence climbs to the top turnbuckle, leaps off, connects with a diving axe handle to the left arm, and Harbinger goes out to the apron. Pestilence connects with a spinning wheel kick, he then goes out to the apron, and waits for Mariah to get to her feet. Mariah eventually gets to her feet, and Pestilence springboards off the top rope, and connects with a springboard crossbody before kneeling down, and choking Mariah, forcing the ref to start a five count.DM: Right back with the choking and yet another five count is starting! ONE!!!
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FOUR!!!Pestilence releases the hold, and begins delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about five stomps, he then walks over to Harbinger, makes the tag, and goes out to the apron. Harbinger gets in the ring, lifts Mariah to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before going for the pin!ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*DM: Mariah kicks out just in time! SS: Come on! That was cheap! It was a slow count! DM: Taint, you know that's a lie! It was fair! Mariah kicked out! Deal with it! Harbinger lifts Mariah to her feet, and goes for a scoop slam, but Mariah reverses it into a headscissors takedown, she then waits for Harbinger to get to his feet. Harbinger eventually gets to his feet, and Mariah connects with a kick to the head before delivering stomps to the left leg. She connects with about twelve stomps, she then lifts Harbinger back to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before lifting Harbinger back to his feet again, dragging him over to Rachel, and making the tag. Rachel gets in the ring, they connect with a double suplex, and Mariah goes out to the apron. Rachel locks in a single leg Boston Crab. Harbinger refuses to give up, so Rachel puts more pressure on the hold, but Harbinger 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 Rachel refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.ONE!!!
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FOUR!!!Rachel releases the hold, and begins delivering stomps to the left leg. She connects with about fifteen stomps, she then lifts Harbinger to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, gets behind him, and connects with a neckbreaker before locking in a surfboard stretch. Harbinger refuses to give up, so Rachel puts more pressure on the hold, but Harbinger still refuses to give up, and Rachel eventually loses her grip, and releases the hold, she then lifts Harbinger back to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before lifting Harbinger back to his feet again, and connecting with a backbreaker, she then turns Harbinger over, and locks in the Crossface! Harbinger refuses to give up, so Rachel puts more pressure on the hold, but Harbinger still refuses to give up, so Rachel puts even more pressure on the hold, but Harbinger 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 Rachel refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.ONE!!!
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FOUR!!!Rachel releases the hold, and waits for Harbinger to get to his feet. Harbinger eventually gets to his feet, Rachel connects with a enzuigiri, and Harbinger rolls out of the ring, forcing the ref to start a ten count.ONE!!!
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FOUR!!!Rachel waits for Harbinger to get to his feet.FIVE!!!
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SEVEN!!!DM: Harbringer's getting close to being counted out here! SS: SHIT! Get it back in the ring! Harbinger eventually gets to his feet, and Rachel runs into the ropes on the other side of the ring, runs back toward Harbinger, and connects with a suicide dive.DM: SUICIDE DIVE! Rachel went high risk... and it paid off BIG TIME! SS: DAMMIT! DM: The ref is about to begin the count to get them back into the ring! ONE!!!
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FIVE!!!DM: The referee's count is at five now! SS: Get back in that ring for god's sake! Rachel lifts Harbinger to his feet, and slides him in the ring before sliding in the ring herself, she then lifts Harbinger back to his feet, drags him over to Mariah, and makes the tag. Mariah gets in the ring, they connect with a double back suplex, and Rachel goes out to the apron. Mariah lifts Harbinger to his feet, gets behind him, and locks in a Octopus stretch. Harbinger refuses to give up, so Mariah puts more pressure on the hold, but Harbinger still refuses to give up, and eventually falls back, reversing the hold into a pin attempt.ONE!!!
TWO!!! *Mariah releases the hold*DM: The hold has been released and the pinfall is stopped! SS: This was going to be bad either way! Come on Harbringer! Beat this dumb broad to nothingness! Mariah lifts Harbinger to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a Russian leg sweep, she then lifts Harbinger back to his feet, drags him over to Rachel, and makes the tag. Rachel gets in the ring, they connect with a double DDT, and Mariah goes out to the apron. Rachel lifts Harbinger to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with the Soul Breaker version 2 before going for the pin!ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*DM: And a kickout for Harbringer, but barely! SS: Whew! The tag titles can still come home to the Saints of Veritas! God lets hope so! DM: Rachel lifts Harbinger to his feet, and goes for a Irish whip, but Harbinger reverses it into a Irish whip of his own, and Rachel runs into the ropes, runs back at Harbinger, and Harbinger catches her with a back body drop before kneeling down, and choking her, forcing the ref to start a five count. ONE!!!
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FOUR!!!Harbinger releases the hold, lifts Rachel to her feet, drags her over to Pestilence, and makes the tag. Pestilence gets in the ring, they connect with a double back suplex, and Harbinger goes out to the apron. Pestilence waits for Rachel to get to her feet. Rachel eventually gets to her feet, and Pestilence connects with a dropkick. Rachel gets back to her feet, and Pestilence jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Rachel gets back to her feet again, and Pestilence connects with a kick to the head, he then lifts Rachel to her feet, drags her over to Harbinger, and makes the tag. Harbinger gets in the ring, they connect with a double suplex, and Pestilence goes out to the apron. Harbinger kneels down, and begins choking Rachel, forcing the ref to start a five count.ONE!!!
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FOUR!!!Harbinger releases the hold, lifts Rachel to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker, he then lifts Rachel back to her feet, and connects with a scoop slam before delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about ten stomps, he then lifts Rachel back to her feet again, gets behind her, and connects with a half nelson suplex before lifting Rachel to her feet, dragging her over to Pestilence, and making the tag. Pestilence gets in the ring, they connect with a double DDT, and Harbinger goes out to the apron. Pestilence connects with a dropkick, he then waits for Rachel to get to her feet. Rachel eventually gets to her feet, and Pestilence connects with a spinning wheel kick before kneeling down, and choking Rachel, forcing the ref to start a five count.ONE!!!
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FOUR!!!Pestilence releases the hold, and waits for Rachel to get to her feet. Rachel eventually gets to her feet, and Pestilence connects with a enzuigiri, he then turns Rachel over, walks over to one of the turnbuckles, climbs to the top turnbuckle, leaps off, and connects with the Diving Moonsault before going for the pin!ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*DM: So close, but Rachel manages to kick out and save the tag team titles! SS: I'm... I'm speechless! She didn't actually kick out, did she? DM: She did! Rachel is showing her heart and determination in this great tag team title match! Pestilence goes out to the apron, and waits for Rachel to get to her feet. Rachel eventually gets to her feet, and Pestilence springboards off the top rope, looking to go for something bid, but Rachel catches him with a dropkick in midair, she then crawls over to Mariah, makes the tag, and goes out to the apron. Mariah gets in the ring, lifts Pestilence to his feet, and connects with a suplex, she then begins delivering stomps to the left leg. She connects with about fourteen stomps before locking in a single leg Boston Crab. Pestilence refuses to give up, so Mariah puts more pressure on the hold, but Pestilence still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. Mariah gives Pestilence a clean break, lifts him back to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and connects with a backbreaker. She then begins delivering stomps to the left leg. She connects with about nine stomps before lifting Pestilence back to his feet again, getting behind him, and connecting with a neckbreaker, she then lifts Pestilence to his feet, drags him over to Rachel, and makes the tag. Rachel gets in the ring, they connect with a double back suplex, and Mariah goes out to the apron. Rachel lifts Pestilence to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a gutwrench suplex, she then lifts Pestilence back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a German suplex before delivering stomps to the left leg. She connects with about seven stomps, she then locks in the Figure 4 leg lock! Pestilence refuses to give up, so Rachel puts more pressure on the hold, but Pestilence still refuses to give up, so Rachel puts even more pressure on the hold, but Pestilence 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 Rachel refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.ONE!!!
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FOUR!!!Rachel releases the hold, lifts Pestilence to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex, she then lifts Pestilence back to his feet, drags him over to Mariah, and makes the tag. Mariah gets in the ring, they connect with a double suplex, and Rachel goes out to the apron. Mariah waits for Pestilence to get to his feet. Pestilence eventually gets to his feet, and Mariah connects with a devastating kick to the midsection, forcing Pestilence to bend over, holding his stomach in pain, she then runs into the ropes, runs back at Pestilence, and connects with the Scissors kick before going for the pin!ONE!!!
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THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*DM: PESTILENCE KICKS OUT! I don't believe it! SS: YES! We're still in the game! Kick ass and PLEASE take those titles! Mariah lifts Pestilence to his feet, and goes for a suplex, but Pestilence fights out of it, and lands on his feet behind Mariah. Mariah turns around, and Pestilence connects with a dropkick. Mariah gets to her feet, and Pestilence connects with another dropkick. Mariah gets back to her feet, and Pestilence connects with a third dropkick. Mariah gets back to her feet again, and Pestilence connects with a kick to the head, he then lifts Mariah to her feet, drags her over to Harbinger, and makes the tag. Harbinger gets in the ring, they connect with a double DDT, and Pestilence goes out to the apron. Harbinger turns Mariah over, kneels down, and begins choking her, forcing the ref to start a five count.ONE!!!
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FOUR!!!Harbinger releases the hold, lifts Mariah to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a Butterfly suplex, he then lifts Mariah back to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about twelve stomps, he then lifts Mariah back to her feet again, and connects with a suplex before connecting with a knee drop to the face, he then lifts Mariah to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a Tiger suplex before delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about ten stomps. He then lifts Mariah back to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a German suplex before delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about seven stomps. He then lifts Mariah back to her feet again, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before going for the pin!ONE!!!
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THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*DM: My god! Mariah JUST KICKED OUT! That was super close! SS: BULLSHIT! THAT WAS A THREE COUNT! This referee is biased! BIASED I tell you! Harbinger walks over to Pestilence, makes the tag, and goes out to the apron. Pestilence gets in the ring, and waits for Mariah to get to her feet. Mariah eventually gets to her feet, and Pestilence goes for a kick to the head, but Mariah ducks, and connects with a enzuigiri, she then crawls over to Rachel, makes the tag, and goes out to the apron. Rachel gets in the ring, and waits for Pestilence to get to his feet. Pestilence eventually gets to his feet, and Rachel connects with a dropkick. Pestilence gets back to his feet, and Rachel jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Pestilence gets back to his feet again, and Rachel connects with another dropkick. Pestilence gets to his feet, and Rachel jumps up, and connects with another hurricanrana. Pestilence gets back to his feet, and Rachel delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker, she then lifts Pestilence to his feet, drags him over to Mariah, and makes the tag. Mariah climbs to the top turnbuckle, and they connect with Female Power!DM: YES!!! FEMALE POWER!!! Now Mariah is going for the pin! This one is over! SS: NOOOOOOOO! KICK OUT FOR GOD'S SAKE! ONE!!!
TWO!!!Harbinger gets in the ring, and attempts to break the pin, but Rachel catches him with a kick to the head.THREE!!!DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!Jimmy Wilkes: Here are your winners of the match by pinfall... and STILL PCW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... THE PRINCESSES OF LETHALITY!!! "Never Enough" by Five Finger Death Punch hits and the crowd cheers loudly as Mariah and Rachel are handed the PCW World Tag Team Championship belts and celebrate with them.DM: First title defense for Mariah and Rachel and it's a successful one at that! SS: Damn, damn, DAMN! How the hell could this happen? DM: The Princesses of Lethality are clearly more superior than those idiots Harbringer and Pestilence by a long shot, Taint! They're the champions for a reason! SS: It's still bullshit! Mariah Lopez: Cut our music! The music is shut off and Mariah and Rachel stand together, with Mariah holding the microphone in her hand.Mariah Lopez: I like to say our first title defense was a goddamn success. We did it and we did it with style, presence and we looked damn good doing it. The crowd cheers.Mariah Lopez: But I'm going to get down to business here. If you guys haven't heard already, you'll hear it now. Rachel and I are engaged to be married. The crowd cheers once more.Mariah Lopez: And with our successful title defense tonight, Rachel and I figured why not celebrate that with a wedding. And it'll be, oh I don't know... in two weeks, the Rapture before Slamathon IV, and everybody is invited to come. PCW'ers, outsiders, and especially the fans. Mariah smiles and passes the microphone to Rachel.Rachel Robinson: I couldn't have said it better myself, babe. We're engaged and we decided what the hell. Let's move the wedding up and I couldn't think of anything better than to do it on live television. Rachel smiles before passing the mic back to Mariah.Mariah Lopez: And before any homophobic groups and bullshit preachers spout off their bullshit and attempt to stop this fucking thing from happening. Guess what? It's fucking happening. Now deal with it, bitches. Now hit our music. "Never Enough" by Five Finger Death Punch hits again and Mariah and Rachel share a kiss with each other before rolling out of the ring and celebrating with the fans in attendance.DM: This is a great... Oh boy! The lights in the arena go out and "Cult of Personality" by Living Colour plays. The lights stay off until the guitar starts, turning purple, with the addition of black lights as the music begins. Damon Warrens walks out slowly, wearing a Greek Comedy Mask to a roar of boos from the crowd. He is followed by Immanuel Paine who is clapping behind Damon. Damon has a can of Diet Pepsi in one hand and a custom purple and black microphone in the other. He holds his arms out in a crucifix like pose on the stage causing the crowd to boo even louder. Immanuel yells at the crowd, proclaiming their inferiority, as the two men walk down the ramp. Jimmy Wilkes: Please welcome, from San Diego, California, representing The New Era, he is 'Fear Itself', 'THE REAL NITEMARE' DAMON WARRENS!! Damon stops at ringside to lower his hood and take his mask off, which he hands to Immanuel Paine. Damon opens the can of Diet Pepsi and takes a drink before handing that to Immanuel as well. The 'Real Nitemare' slides onto the apron on his knees. He holds the rope with his one free hand and leans out towards the crowd for a second before pulling himself backwards, rolling under the bottom rope. Immanuel walks up the steel ring steps and steps through the ropes. Damon Warrens: Since Battle Finale I have been harassed with questions. Why would you attack your friend? What did Talia ever do to you? Is Immanuel manipulating you to do this? Ladies and gentlemen it's very simple. Talia Skye, as well the rest of Generation Next stabbed me in the back the second they accepted re-entry into the Hall of Fame, knowing that I would not be re-entered alongside them. Do you know what it's like to have your so called friends and family spit in your face like that? The crowd boos Damon loudly.Damon Warrens: I know ladies and gentlemen, I am just as disgusted by their actions as you are! The only good thing that came about because of what they did is that I realized who I could trust. Thankfully despite Generation Next's betrayal I have had trust worthy allies and friends standing beside me, The New Era. Sadly Liam Reilly retired two weeks ago, however he knows that we shall always be friends, and I will never forget the fact he stood beside me during all of the bullshit I faced in this company. So please a round of applause for one of the only decent human beings in PCW. Despite their hatred of Damon and The New Era the crowd applauds out of respect for Liam Reilly.Damon Warrens: Now onto business. At Rapture it was revealed that, to the suprise of absolutely nobody, Nightrain was our mystery man. The sad thing is that the neanderthal thought he actually had people fooled. Of course for weeks he has called me a girly looking man, which he thinks is an insult. He also claims, and this one cracks me up, that HE got me out of PCW in September. Damon and Immanuel burst out laughing, much to the anger of the crowd.Damon Warrens: Train I hate to break it to you, but your whole though process must have gotten derailed. Do you not remember who won our match? Because... oh wait survery says that I did. That's one more for the bad guys. Ladies and gentlemen of the PCW Universe, you all know for a fact that Nightrain lost to me, in fact lost quite badly. You also all know he had NO involvement in my firing. Damon pauses momentarily to calm himself.Damon Warrens: At Rapture you made a fatal error by involving yourself in the business of The New Era. Have you not seen what has happened to our foes in the past? You claim I am the weak link, but you will soon find out that when it comes to The New Era, there are simply no weaknesses. Suddenly the lights go out and the crowd cheers loudly.Damon Warrens: See this is the part where I'm supposed to feel scared because the lights are out. Then they'll come back on and Nightrain will be behind me, and he'll attack, and so on and so forth. "Papercut" by Linkin Park plays and the lights in the arena come on. Damon and Immanuel look at the stage confused until Talia Skye walks out to a deafening applause from the crowd. Instead of her general posing Talia heads straight to the ring with a noticable limp. As she enters the ring Damon and Immanuel exit quickly into the crowd. Talia asks for a microphone and glares the whole time at her former friend.Talia Skye: Now before I let out the Killa Queen and verbally tear this piece of shit into shreds I have to say....HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY BITCHES!!!! The crowd pops huge as Talia waves to them.Talia Skye: Now I know y'all aren't expecting me to be out here so soon after the match I had at Battle Finale. I didn't even expect it, and in fact if it weren't for the shit that this sorry excuse of a man pulled after my match I'd probably be sitting at home resting. The thing is though, that's not how I work. You don't fuck with the Killa Queen and get away with it. I will hunt you down like the bitch you are and make you beg for mercy! I told the PCW universe that I was done for a while, and I had intended to stay out of the ring, but you lit a fire under me and Damon this isn't a fire you can extinguish. I dare you to grow a spine, get in here and face me like the man you claim to be! Talia motions for Damon to fight her, but the "Real Nitemare" shakes his head and walks further into the crowd.Talia Skye: That's what I thought, you're just a whiny little bitch. Well sooner or later you will fight me, face to face, one on one. You've started a war with the wrong person. I'm a Woman of Mass Destruction, and you're on my hit list. The crowd cheers as Talia drops the mic and "Papercut" plays once again. Talia blows a kiss to Damon before exiting the ring up the ramp.DM: Talia Skye has made an impact and returns to PCW! Which I can say... THANK GOD! Desiree looks over to her right and Shannon is slumped over in the chair. She shakes her head and punches Shannon in the gut.SS: OW! WHAT THE FUCK?! DM: You were sleeping again, old man! I thought we weren't supposed to sleep during this shit? SS: Well I don't give a shit! I needed a nap! DM: You need to lose weight! And stop drinking fucking nyquil before the show, fatass! SS: I'M NOT FAT! I'M BIG BONED! DM: Bullshit! Before this gets out of hand, it's time for a message from our sponsors! **COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on May 25, 2013 15:29:46 GMT -5
We come back from the break and the scene opens in the back where Danielle Lopez is watching the monitor, still in her Team Lethality t-shirt and jeans. She stands there until she sees a familiar face.
Danielle Lopez: BFF! You're BACK!
Talia Skye walks up and hugs her best friend.
Talia Skye: Damn right I am!!! I wasn't going to just sit back and let two-faced losers get away with their bullshit! And of course I missed standing beside my BFF fighting the good fight!
Danielle Lopez: I felt the same BFF! And damn right you weren't going to let some two-faced bastards get away with that shit. We're back and dare I say it, but we're better than ever.
Talia Skye: Well it looks like I can say that the Mafia is back in business. Although there's a new name.
Danielle Lopez: That's right. We're back in business, under the Team Lethality name. Talia here is a member of Team Lethality, the greatest group going today.
Danielle smirks and wraps her arm around her BFF before continuing.
Danielle Lopez: And you're probably wondering why? Well, why not? Talia Skye is a very influential name in this business. She's one of the brightest stars in PCW history. She has all the tools to succeed and knowing what we at Team Lethality are capable of. It makes sense not just in the brutality aspect... but also to have the three original Black Rose Mafia members in the group today alongside the young talents that make up the greatness that is Team Lethality.
Talia Skye: That's right. And we certainly are...
Danielle/Talia: FLAWLESS!!!
Danielle Lopez: Damn right. We're going to have some fun times with you back. Welcome back, Talia.
Talia Skye: Thank you, Dani.
Danielle and Talia walk off together and the camera pans back to ringside where Jimmy Wilkes stands in the middle of the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
The arena lights start completely off, pitch black. After a few short moments, bright white lights shine down upon the stage area in glorious fashion. As "Painting" by Blindside begins to play over the PA system, fire begins to light up along the entranceway ramp and along the stage area and continually burns throughout the entrance. Dante Daevain then makes his appearance from the stage area and looks around the crowd, surveying them.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from The First Heaven, weighing in at 231 pounds... "THE DEVIL HIMSELF"... DANTE DAEVAIN!!!
In Dante's right hand is an apple. With a smooth, suave walk he begins to walk down to the ring with a carefree and confident look upon his face. At any point on his way to the ring, he will choose an audience member, preferrably a young member, and hand them the apple with a smirk on his face. He'll keep that carefree and confident look upon his face until he reaches the ring and enters it. The entranceway and stage fire will cease at this time as Dante removes his entrance attire to reveal his wrestling attire. Once it is all revealed, a single white fire blast on all four ring corners happens that light up the area as all the lights then come back to normal.
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: And here we go! Dante versus the Lunatik!
SS: A guy who wants to go far versus somebody who is a former PCW World Tag Team Champion! Should be interesting!
The match begins, and Lekkter locks up with Dante. Lekkter gets the upperhand by delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a DDT before locking in a Camel clutch. Dante refuses to give up, so Lekkter puts more pressure on the hold, but Dante still refuses to give up, and Lekkter eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then waits for Dante to get to his feet. Dante eventually gets to his feet, and Lekkter runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody before lifting Dante back to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a piledriver, he then turns Dante over, and locks in a ground head lock. Dante refuses to give up, so Lekkter puts more pressure on the hold, but Dante 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 Lekkter refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Lekkter releases the hold, lifts Dante to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, gets behind him, and connects with a Russian leg sweep, he then waits for Dante to get back to his feet, Dante eventually gets back to his feet, and Lekkter connects with a kick to the head before locking in a cross armbar. Dante refuses to give up, so Lekkter puts more pressure on the hold, but Dante 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 Lekkter refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
DM: And Lekkter releases the hold before the count of five!
SS: He's utilizing the entire five count! It's smart really!
Lekkter lifts Dante to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and connects with a suplex, he then waits for Dante to get back to his feet, Dante eventually gets back to his feet, and Lekkter connects with the Face Lift before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: And Dante kicks out at the count of two!
SS: This is going to be a very physical match up! For both men really! They know what it takes to win in that very ring!
Lekkter lifts Dante to his feet, gets behind him, and goes for a back suplex, but Dante fights out of it by doing a back flip, lands on his feet, behind Lekkter, and connects with a German suplex before kneeling down, and choking Lekkter, forcing the ref to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Dante releases the hold, and waits for Lekkter to get to his feet. Lekkter eventually gets to his feet, and Dante onnets with a clothesline. Lekkter gets bak to his feet, and Dante connects with another clothesline. Lekkter gets back to his feet again, and Dante connects with a scoop slam before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. He connects with about ten punches, he then begins choking Lekkter, forcing the ref to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Dante relases the hold, lifts Lekkter to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before turning Lekkter over, and locking in a single leg Boston Crab. Lekkter refuses to give up, so Dante puts more pressure on the hold, but Lekkter 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 Dante refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Dante releases the hold, lifts Lekkter to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, gets behind him, and connects with a half nelson suplex before locking in the Cleansing!
DM: The Cleansing! Dante has that standing Dragon Sleeper locked in on Lekkter!
SS: He's going to turn his lights out permanently! Or maybe! I don't know!
Lekkter refuses to give up, so Dante puts more pressure on the hold, but Lekkter still refuses to give up, so Dante puts even more pressure on the hold, but Lekkter STILL refuses to give up, and eventually fights out of it by delivering elbows to the midsection, he then jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Dante gets to his feet, and Lekkter connects with a dropkick. Dante gets back to his feet, and Lekkter delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before locking in a armbar. Dante refuses to give up, so Lekkter puts more pressure on the hold, but Dante still refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Lekkter releases the hold, and waits for Dante to get to his feet. Dante eventually gets to his feet, and Lekkter connects with a enzuigiri, he then lifts Dante back to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and connects with a backbreaker before loking in a surfboard stretch. Dante refuses to give up, so Lekkter puts more pressure on the hold, but Dante still refuses to give up, and Lekkter eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then lifts Dante bak to his feet again, gets behind him, and connects with a German suplex before lifting Dante to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a Tiger suplex, he then delivers a stomp to the midsection, forcing Dante to sit up, holding his stomach in pain before running into the ropes, running back at Dante, and connecting with a running dropkick to the face, he then lifts Dante to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before turning Dante over, and locking in a Camel clutch. Dante refuses to give up, so Lekkter puts more pressure on the hold, but Dante still refuses to give up, and Lekkter eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then lifts Dante back to his feet, and connects with the Beldigo before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Dante kicks out just in time!
SS: Close but no cigar there!
Lekkter lifts Dante to his feet, and goes for a scoop slam, but Dante fights out of it, lands on his feet behind Lekkter, and connects with a neckbreaker, he then lifts Lekkter to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. He connects with about seven punches, he then lifts Lekkter back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before kneeling down, and hoking Lekkter, forcing the ref to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Dante releases the hold, lifts Lekkter to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before turning Lekkter over, and locking in a ground head lock. Lekkter refuses to give up, so Dante puts more pressure on the hold, but Lekkter 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 Dante refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Dante releases the hold, lifts Lekkter to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and connects with a scoop slam, he then lifts Lekkter back to his feet, and connects with a backbreaker before waiting for Lekkter to get to his feet. Lekkter eventually gets to his feet, and Dante connects with a enzuigiri before locking in a Camel clutch. Lekkter refuses to give up, so Dante puts more pressure on the hold, but Lekkter still refuses to give up, and Dante eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then lifts Lekkter back to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before lifting Lekkter back to his feet again, and connecting with a backbreaker, he then lifts Lekkter to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before kneeling down, and choking Lekkter, forcing the ref to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Dante releases the hold, lifts Lekkter to his feet, and connects with the Last Look to Heaven before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Now Lekkter barely kicks out! Incredible!
SS: This has been a really good match so far! I almost hope it doesn't end!
DM: Well all things must come to an end eventually, and this match is one of them!
Dante locks in a rear chin lock. Lekkter refuses to give up, so Dante puts more pressure on the hold, but Lekkter 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 locking in a single leg Boston Crab. Dante refuses to give up, so Lekkter puts more pressure on the hold, but Dante 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 Lekkter refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Lekkter releases the hold, lifts Dante to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, delivers a kick to the midsection, and onnects with a swinging neckbreaker before delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about seven stomps, he then lifts Dante back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a Russian leg sweep before locking in a cross armbar. Dante refuses to give up, so Lekkter puts more pressure on the hold, but Dante 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 Lekkter refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Lekkter releases the hold, lifts Dante to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, 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 locks in a ground head lock. Dante refuses to give up, so Lekkter puts more pressure on the hold, but Dante 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 Lekkter refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Lekkter releases the hold, lifts Dante to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, gets behind him, and connects with a neckbreaker, he then waits for Dante to get back to his feet. Dante eventually gets back to his feet, and Lekkter runs into the ropes, runs back at Dante, and connects with the "KABOSH" Kick before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: NO! DANTE KICKS OUT JUST IN THE NICK OF TIME!
SS: That was close! The KABOSH kick nearly ended it there!
DM: The KABOSH kick is one nasty move that can end matches, but credit to Dante for kicking out there!
Lekkter lifts Dante to his feet, and irish whips him into the ropes. Dante runs back at Lekkter, and Lekkter goes for a spinning wheel kick, but Dante ducks, runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody, he then lifts Lekkter to his feet, and connects with a suplex before lifting Lekkter back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a Russian leg sweep, he then kneels down, and begins choking Lekkter, forcing the ref to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Dante releases the hold, lifts Lekkter to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT, he then lifts Lekkter back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a Tiger suplex before locking in a cross armbar. Lekkter refuses to give up, so Dante puts more pressure on the hold, but Lekkter 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 Dante refuses to release the hold, so the ref is forced to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Dante releases the hold, lifts Lekkter to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex, he then lifts Lekkter back to his feet, and sends him out to the apron. Lekkter gets to his feet, and Dante connects with a dropkick, sending Lekkter to the outside, forcing the ref to start a ten count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
FIVE!!!
Dante distracts the ref, and Phantom waits for Lekkter to get to his feet. Lekkter eventually gets to his feet, and Phantom connects with a kick to the head, he then lifts Lekkter back to his feet, and slides him in the ring.
DM: And the count is now broken!
SS: Yeah, but now Dante is distracting the damn referee for some reason!
DM: Maybe because you ate all the fuckin' donuts, ya fat pig!
SS: Why the fat jokes? I thought we were making progress on that!
DM: Oh shut the hell up, Taint! I don't like you and you know that!
Dante stops distracting the ref, lifts Lekkter to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and connects with a suplex, he then lifts Lekkter back to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before kneeling down, and choking Lekkter, forcing the ref to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Dante releases the hold, lifts Lekkter to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with the Great Equalizer before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Lekkter kicks out of The Great Equalizer, and honestly, it could not have come at a better time!
SS: No it could not, but I don't know how much longer Lekkter can last here!
Dante lifts Lekkter to his feet, and goes for the Fall of Man! NO!!! Lekkter fights out of it by delivering elbows to the midsection, and goes for a scoop slam, but Dante reverses it into a headscissors takedown. Lekkter gets to his feet, and Dante delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT, he then lifts Lekkter back to his feet, and connects with the Fall of Man before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... "THE DEVIL HIMSELF"... DANTE DAEVAIN!!!
"Painting" by Blindside hits and Dante Daevain celebrates his victory.
DM: Dante with the victory over a very game Lekkter tha Lunatik!
SS: I don't know how the hell Lekkter can come back from this! I mean, he's lost his third straight match after a very promising start to his PCW career!
DM: I think he can shake it off with time! No doubt about that!
As Dante leaves the ring, Lekkter starts to get up to his feet, but from out of nowhere, Sjin Drako appears... and hits a chopblock to the left knee of Lekkter tha Lunatik to boos from the crowd. He continues to stomp on the knee. Lekkter clutches at the knee. Drako takes the time to bounce off the ropes... and hit Lekkter with the Shining Wizard to the face he calls Sjin's Knee.
DM: Good god! We're seeing the destruction of Lekkter tha Lunatik right before our very eyes!
SS: Well... good! Drako's making an impact and this is the way to do it! I tell you, he's going to be a major player here if he keeps it up!
DM: You might be right... for once! Anyways, we're going to commercial! We'll be back after this!
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Post by Papi El Sueno on May 25, 2013 15:30:47 GMT -5
We come back from commercial just as the lights go off in the arena, causing the crowd to give a largely mixed reaction as "Duality" by Slipknot played over the PA System, signaling the arrival of The World Heavyweight Champion. Syn slowly walks onto the stage with his three "Clowns" walking right behind them. It's noticed that The World Heavyweight Title is not in Syn's possession, and that the "Clowns" are carrying two objects hidden in black bags with them.
Syn walks down the isle and up the steel steps, before getting into the ring. The clowns slide in after him and the unit stands tall in the ring as Syn asks for a microphone. He is given one by a stagehand, and he looks around the arena at the crowd for a few moments, before he goes to speak.
Syn: Last week, I destroyed years of tradition built by three companies. All with the single utter of a word, and the swing of a sledgehammer, the "Big Gold" belt that has been the crown jewel of this company for so very long was no more. But....it seems that there are certain individuals who either view my actions as disrespectful, or are clamoring for some sort of explanation on my part as to why I did this. As to why I would destroy something that myself, and countless others before and after me have worked towards obtaining.
Syn begins pacing the ring slightly as he continues.
Syn: You see, since Anarchy of last year, The World Heavyweight Title has been tainted by endless controversy and speculation due to not only internal conflicts.....
Syn sneered and gnashed his teeth in displeasure and deep anger.
Syn: ....but external as well. It reached it's apex, unfortunately, in the lead up into the match between Myself and Jordan "Jay" Thunder. With that in mind, I decided that for the good of not only myself as the title holder, but the company itself, I had to put it out of it's misery.
DM: REALLY?! I think that's a load of bullshit! The big gold belt was fine the way it is!
SS: He makes a point though! He really does!
Syn then points to the two objects behind him, still in the grasps of his clowns. He then walks over to one and picks it up.
Syn: So I decided to move on from it. To start anew, under my Age of Armageddon. And this......this will be the center of my reign, my rule. This....will be the new crown jewel of The Wonderful World of Premium.
Syn takes the object out of the bag, and the crowd roars at what it is.
Syn: As you can see, it is indeed a Newer Title Design.....but at the same time, it is not. For those who have followed PCW since it's early days, they will recognize this belt as being a revamped and updated design of the legendary YCW World Heavyweight Title.
SS: That thing looks beautiful!
DM: I'll give him that! It looks pretty damn awesome!
Syn: And as for the "Previous" World Heavyweight Championship....well, I decided to make a few minor alterations to it and keep it as a bit of a trophy of sorts.
Syn smirked as he picked up the other bag, and pulled out this object. The crowd was shocked at what they saw. It was a title, but it looked nothing like the World Title it once was. The title had been cut down in size slightly, and had new silver side plats and designs on it. But what caught their attention most was the design of the new face plate: it was a model of Syn's face, with various designs along the side. The crowd stood in stunned silence as Syn held up both titles, and the clowns stood stoically behind him. Duality began playing as they stood tall in the ring to the still stunned audience.
DM: So instead of one title, we now have TWO! What the hell?
SS: The one that looks like the YCW title is I guess... our new official World title design, while the other one is Syn's personal championship! I mean it has his face on it!
DM: I still like the gold belt though! It had flavor and it screams prestige! But anyways, let's get to our next match up now! You know the drill, Jimmy!
Cut to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
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.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
"Du Hast" by Rammstein hits and the crowd boos loudly as Morgan Simmons steps onto the stage with a microphone in her hand.
Morgan Simmons: Now Mr. Drako. You're out here to compete in a match against the PCW Broadcast Champion... or I should say former champion soon enough.
The crowd boos Morgan louder.
Morgan Simmons: SILENCE!!!
The crowd boos again.
Morgan Simmons: With Brian Stryker off being an unprofessional jackass. IF he is still around, I order him to come down to the ring and if he doesn't come by the count of ten. He will suffer some severe consequences. So referee, if you would please, begin the count.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!
SIX!!!!
SEVEN!!!!
EIGHT!!!!
NINE!!!!
TEN!!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner via countout... SJIN "ICER" DRAKO!!!
"So Cold" by Breaking Benjamin hits and Sjin Drako just stands there and gets his hand raised as the crowd boos the decision that's being made here.
DM: This crowd is irate and I can't say I blame them! They wanted a match!
SS: They want a lot of things! Doesn't mean they're going to get them!
DM: But PCW fans should always get matches, not bullshit like what Morgan Simmons just pulled!
SS: Stryker's a disrespectful little bitch anyways! Always thinking he's above the law! He's not above shit!
DM: You... you're something else! Regardless, Sjin Drako gets the win and adds to what has been a very destructive night to say the least!
SS: He's going to mow down the competition! I know it!
DM: With that said! We're going to take another break! We'll be back with more after these messages!
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on May 25, 2013 15:31:54 GMT -5
Back from the break and we cut to the interview section of the arena where Monica Garcia stands by with none other than Crystal Alvarez.
Monica Garcia: I am standing by with one of PCW's youngest talents, Crystal Alvarez. I have to ask. How are you feeling?
Crystal Alvarez: In five short days, I go up against an opponent to be determined on the first edition of H4V0C! How am I feeling you ask? Well, I am pretty nervous knowing this is my first match on PCW television and I'm an eighteen year old woman who will be graduating high school in six days time. I'm just a rookie in the business who's finally getting her big break in the big time company.
Monica Garcia: With this being your first match. Any strategy?
Crystal Alvarez: None in particular. Just go out, do what I have to do and kick some ass. Simple enough really.
Monica Garcia: Do you think this will be your only match on the PCW main roster?
Crystal Alvarez: That's hard for me to say. I guess it depends on what happens on H4V0C...
Suddenly the lights in the interview area flicker on and off.
Crystal Alvarez: Okay, what in the fuck is going on here?
The lights go back up and a big, tall masked man is standing behind Crystal. She looks around before bumping into the mysterious figure. She looks terrified. She turns around, and the masked man grabs her by the throat, lifts her high in the air, before dropping her down with a two handed choke bomb onto the concrete.
DM: GOOD GOD! CHOKEBOMB ONTO THE CONCRETE!
SS: This figure is fucking ruthless! Jesus Christ!
The masked figure isn't done however, as he gets Crystal back up and leans her against the wall. Crystal can barely move at this point. The masked individual runs up and hits Crystal with an avalanche splash and she slumps to the ground. The lights turn off for a bit and when they come back on, the masked man is gone while Crystal is out of it.
DM: Crystal's not moving! Get some damn help back there PRONTO!
The medics are tending to Crystal Alvarez. Back in the arena, ‘Carmina Burana’ by Carl Orff hits the speakers and the arena lights burst to bright white.
Smith Jones comes out on stage dressed to compete in white trunks, white kneepads, and white leather boots laced up tight. His wrist tape is also white and quite neatly wrapped. Smith is also wearing his brand new ‘I’m’ T-shirt, neatly tucked into his trunks. He uses his index finger to draw an ‘X’ across his chest with a huge smile that contorts his face in a way that we’ve never seen before. Smith Jones is… happy? He turns to the handheld camera next to him.
Smith Jones: I’m right here! Where’s Train? Make another video, asshole! I’m booked right now. I have a match. I’m here. I’m right here!!!
He cannot conceal his absolute glee as he strides confidently down to ringside. Smith mounts the ring steps and climbs into the ring. As he takes centre, the crowd’s chants begin to drown out his theme music. The music fades completely out, drowned by chants of…
Crowd: Train is gonna kill you! Train is gonna kill you! Train is gonna kill you! Train is gonna kill you!
Jones laughs at this. They chant louder. Smith laughs louder. The chants persist. Smith Jones stops laughing and tries to stare down each person individually with an angry scowl. They booooooooooooo! He calls for the white microphone and it comes flying in over the top rope. Smith catches it and he speaks.
Smith Jones: You people always choose to doubt my words only to be blindsided by the truth I’ve been bestowing upon you all along. I told you change was coming and it is. Maybe I can see too far into the future for you people to comprehend it yet. I know how the story of The New Era ends. I know, indeed, how The World ends. Nightrain is the first of many to challenge the strength of The New Era. Nightrain is the first to fail.
Smith stands up straight and takes a ring announcer’s posture.
Smith Jones: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 229 pounds, I’m aligned with a group that will grow to be more powerful than anyone can even fathom at this juncture, I’m a one-time PCW Broadcast Champion, I stand before you with an impressive PCW win-loss record of thirteen wins, five losses. Four of those losses came by pinfall to current Platinum Champion Jerry Matthews, current Broadcast Champion Brian Stryker, legendary former World Champion Heather Monroe, and of course, a highly anticipated match against current PCW World Champion Syn, where he did indeed pin me for three! That fifth loss of mine, well, that was the Battlefield Match where I lasted until the final four!!!! I’m a regular staple on the active Rapture roster, I kill passion for a living, some people think I’m just a mean mean man and they may be right but I just don’t give a fuck, because I’m Smith Jones!!!!!!!! Now bring on win number fourteen.
He raises the white microphone in the air to a chorus of booooooooooos! He drops the mic and takes off the T-shirt, throwing it to ringside. He stretches in the corner, awaiting tonight’s competiton.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
The lights in the arena dim as “Southtown” by POD starts to play over the PA system. The lights start flicker red and white as they move to the slow intro of the song, just before the intro ends the lights go out completely for a few moments and a large pyro explodes across the stage as “Southtown” resumes and Steele walks out on stage to a mixed crowd reaction.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Nashville, Tennessee, weighing in at 250 pounds... WILLIAM STEELE!!!
As he makes his way down the ramp he stops to look out into the crowd. Chuckling to himself as several fans jeer and flip him off, he starts to wave his right hand in a circular motion as if to taunt those fans to keep it up as if he is feeding on their negative energy. With a sly grin spreading across his face he resumes his walk to the ring and to the ring steps taking a few moments to look around again before climbing them. Jumping over the top rope into the ring he removes his sunglasses tossing them to ref.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: They lock up! Jones brings Steele in and locks in a side head lock! Jones rolls around and locks in a hammerlock! Steele Steele looking for a way out but Jones has it locked on tight! Steele with an elbow to the face...no! Jones ducks it and wraps his arms around Steele...belly to belly suplex! Jones back to his feet...elbow drop!
SS: Ouch! You wouldn't know it if you weren't a wrestler yourself, but a simple move like an elbow drop is enough to take the wind right out of you!
DM: So true! Jones back to his feet and nails another elbow drop! Steele grasps his chest in pain as Jones is back up once again and is measuring Steele...knee drop! Cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
DM: Kickout at two! Jones gets back up and bounces off the ropes...leg drop! No! Steele rolls out of the way and Jones's leg bounces off the canvas! Steele pulls himself up on the ropes as Jones nurses his leg!
Steele sizes up Jones as he starts to stomp his body. Jones tries to take cover under the ropes but Steele drags him back into the ring! Steele drags him back to his feet and sends him running to the ropes with an Irish whip. Jones comes back off the ropes and Steele scoops him up... sidewalk slam!
DM: Did you feel the impact on that one?!
SS: I sure did Desireè! Now that's a great move by Steele!
DM: Jones arches his back in pain but Steele doesn't let up as he mounts Jones and starts to unload on him with rights and lefts! Jones is being massacred by fists of pure fury from Steele Steele!
SS: Like a pit bull going straight for the throat! Sick 'em!
The referee starts to count to five warning Steele about his closed fists. Steele stands up and lets down a final stomp to the face of Jones! Steele on a roll now! Steele forces Jones to his feet...short arm clothes line! Jones falls to his back and rolls to the outside. Steele follows him out and starts to give chase. Jones takes off and rolls back into the ring. Steele slides back into the ring and is met with a spear by Steele!
DM: That's gonna leave a mark!
SS: Coward!
DM: That's not cowardice, it's called strategy.
SS: It's not fair!
Jones with another shot to the head of Steele! Jones forces him to his feet and hooks him up...suplex! Jones attempts a cover but Steele easily kicks out and pushes him off! Both men back to their feet and Jones hauls off with a forearm shot to the face! And another! Jones takes off and bounces off the ropes... flying forearm! No! Steele catches him in mid-air and bring Jones down hard with a power slam!
DM: Steele means business here tonight!
SS: That's right Desireè, tonight is all about sending a message!
DM: Steele grabs Jones by both legs and sets him up...catapult! Jones's face smashes off the turnbuckle! Jones slumps back into the corner as Steele charges Jones... body splash!
SS: Wow! That might have just squashed Jones flat!
Steele back off and charges him again and goes for another body splash but Jones gets a foot up connecting with Steele's chin! The impact knocks Steele back and turns him around dazed. Jones takes off towards Steele. Steele and wraps his arms around his head... bull dog! Jones with the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
KICKOUT!!!
DM: Another two count for Jones! Jones back on the attack with more kicks to the sternum! Steele slowly making his way back to his feet but Jones won't let up! Jones with a right! Steele returns the message with a right of his own!
SS: Is this a wrestling match or a boxing match?! These two are trying to destroy each other!
DM: You're not joking about that one Kevin! Steele with a left! Jones with another right! Jones throws another right but Steele blocks it and delivers a knee to the gut that folds Jones in half! Steele grabs a hold of Jones and shoves him down...
SS: PILE DRIVER! That could have just broken Jones's neck! What is he doing? Go for the cover Steele!
Steele has Jones to his feet and sends him to the ropes...Jones comes back on the return...back body drop! Steele goes to the top rope and waits for Jones to get up. He's up and Steele leaps from the top rope...flying clothes line! Jones is down and Steele with the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THR-NO!!! Jones kicks out!
DM: Steele doesn't look too happy with the referee right now!
SS: Would you be? It seems like whenever Steele has Jones pinned, the referee forgets how to count past two!
DM: Whenever? Steele has one near fall on Jones, and Jones has two.
Steele back to his feet and drags Jones up with him. Steele hooks him and sets him up for a suplex but Jones turns out of it and locks on a sleeper!
SS: NO! This can't be happening!
DM: I think it may be time to say good night to Steele!
Steele starts to struggle as Jones tightens the hold! Steele drops to one knee and is starts to fade! The referee lifts his arm and it drops! The referee checks him again but Steele keeps his arm up! Steele struggling back to his feet! Steele with an elbow to Jones's mid-section and he releases the hold! Steele takes off to the ropes and returns to Jones... shoulder block! Jones goes down and Steele sets off to the ropes again. Jones ducks Steele as Steele jumps over Jones and bounces off the ropes again. Jones tries to leap frog over him but Steele stops and catches Jones on his shoulders...powerbomb!
DM: Steele showing off his strength as he catches Jones in mid-air and power bombs him almost through the ring!
SS: It's gotta be over now!
DM: You may be right, Steele is signaling for the end and if he hits this, Jones might not even make it out of the ring in his own two feet!
SS: Well damn!
Steele forces him to his feet and wraps both hands around Jones's throat and lifts him up in the air! He's going for the Death Drop but Jones is holding on for dear life! Steele can't force him down and the referee is yelling for Steele to release the choke hold! Steele ignores the referee but Jones forces him to oblige as he gouges Steele's eyes! Steele lets go of Jones and stumbles away blinded! Jones grabs Steele from behind...back suplex!
DM: It's not over yet Saint! Jones has once again found a way to stay in this match!
SS: Well he better savor the moment because Steele won't give him another chance!
DM: Jones out to the apron and climbs the top rope! Steele back to his feet and finally notices Jones as he jumps off the top rope...flying cross body! Jones hooks the leg!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
DM: Steele kicks out at the last second! Jones is determined to win this match but Steele isn't ready to give up either!
SS: That's right Desireè!
Steele and Jones both back to their feet. Jones runs to the ropes and charges Steele but Steele cuts him off with a stiff clothesline to the throat! Steeles steps back and waits for Jones to get up on his own. Jones struggles to one knee and finally pushes himself up to his feet! Steele sets himself up and thrusts his foot into the air...Steele kick! No! Jones ducks it and clips the knee of Steele Steele! Steele goes down to on knee and Jones is back up!
DM: I smell a finisher coming up right now!
SS: Funny, I don't smell a thing. Must be your upper lip.
DM: Very funny.
Jones goes for a cutter from behind but Steele blocks it and spears him into the turnbuckle! Jones folds up like a chair but Steele keeps ramming his shoulder into Jones's abdominal area! Steele with a stiff shot to Jones's face and Jones is reeling! Steele drags him out of the corner and nails him with another straight shot to the jaw! Jones falls back and leans against the ropes out on his feet! Steele senses that Jones is finishes and whips him to the ropes with an Irish whip! Jones on the return and Steele sends him flying with a back body drop! No! Jones holds on to Steele's neck and brings him down into the BACKSTABBER!
DM: POINT OF CONTROVERSY! Jones nailed it!
SS: I'll be fucking damned, what an upset!
DM: Jones with the cover!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... SMITH JONES!!!
"Carmina Burana" by Carl Orff hits and the crowd boos as Smith Jones is declared the winner. He basks in the glory of being the winner while embracing the hatred that is being thrown at him.
DM: Smith Jones with a big victory over William Steele, and he's now at fourteen wins and five losses!
SS: The guy knows how to win! He's a fucking winner! Former Broadcast Champion and he's moving up the ranks with each passing day! He's that awesome!
DM: Well his track record so far has proven such a claim! He talks the talk and walks the walk! There's no doubting his abilities inside that ring!
SS: I bet he'll win all the titles someday! I wouldn't be shocked!
DM: Well he has a ways to do in order to do that! With that said, we're going to take another break! We'll be back with more Rapture after this!
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on May 25, 2013 15:32:48 GMT -5
We come back from commercial and the camera's pan out to Morgan Simmons' office. The General Manager gives off a wicked smile as she was watching the last match. All of a sudden, a knock is heard from her door.
Morgan Simmons: The doors open. (to herself) Who the fuck could it be?
Enter PCW Head Doctor Simon Halstead. He has a concerned look on his face
Simon Halstead: Good evening, Ms. Simmons. May I have a word with you?
Morgan looks at the doctor with an eyebrow raised.
Morgan Simmons: Certainly. What would you like to discuss?
Simon Halstead: Well, I happened to look at the card and it seems you have Mr. Lonewolf on the card for later tonight. I just wan't to let you know that he isn't medically cleared until next week.
Morgan Simmons: Well Mr. Halstead, he never informed me that he wasn't cleared and he seemed okay when he saw the card on the official PCW website.
Simon chuckled nervously.
Simon Halstead: Well, in case you may have forgotten, but he said 2 weeks ago that he wasn't medically cleared and he even is still wearing his torso bandages. That said, I was wondering if you can possibly find a replacement? I'm no only concerned about Mr. Lonewolf's safety, but Syn's as well. Perhaps delay the match for next episode?
Morgan smirked and looked at Simon before speaking
Morgan Simmons: Under normal circumstances, I would do that... BUT, this match has not only been advertised the last two weeks, but I feel it would rob the PCW fans of a great athletic contest between two phenomenal athletes.
Simon Halstead: True, but I'm sure you do not want Lonewolf's injury be the cause of Syn being injured, is that not?
Morgan Simmons: You make a point there, Mr. Halstead. But in the interest of providing for these great fans...
The crowd in the arena boos and chants bullshit.
Morgan Simmons: In the interest of providing for these great fans, I cannot in good conscience allow the match to be changed, especially when both men agreed to it.
Simon Halstead: That's obsurd! Mr. Lonewolf would never-
Just then, Leon walks in and rests his hand on the doc's shoulder's
Leon Lonewolf: It's fine. Just leave, Simon.
Simon Halstead: But, Leon--
Leon Lonewolf: I'm a fast healer. I can handle my own. Now go before it gets ugly in here.
Simon leaves the office as Leon and Morgan glare at each other.
Leon Lonewolf: You got balls, you know that?
Morgan smirks.
Morgan Simmons: I'm surprised you summoned that little dweeb of a doctor away there, Leon. I'm also a little surprised that you're even willing to get your ass kicked by Syn.
Leon Lonewolf: First of all, that dweeb summoned himself. He's your best doctor looking out for the entire roster. Second, it will be Syn getting his ass tenderized and softened up so Danielle won't have a tough time shoving her boot up his ass.
Morgan Simmons: Right. Syn's going to mop the floor with you and then if she just so happens to get in the way, Danielle will get her ass kicked as well.
Leon chuckles. Then his chuckles turns into a more psychotic, demonic laugh. He then gives Morgan the coldest stare ever. his pupils seem different, more slit.
Leon Lonewolf: That puny-ass little bitch is an even worse wrestler than Jerry Static. The fact that he is even World Champion is a joke. When I'm done with him, he'll be in the same condition I was in a month ago.
The lights begin to flicker a little. Morgan smirks at the lights flickering as she seems none too impressed.
Morgan Simmons: We'll see about that. And by the way, your little light flickering thing. It's not impressive.
Leon suddenly lunges at Morgan, yanking her by the shirt and pulling her to his face. The light flicker on and off more violently.
Leon Lonewolf: Listen here, you little snot-nosed bitch! You are damn lucky you are not on the top of my list of priorities. I'm going for the Tag Team Titles. I don't care if I have to do it alone! Only then will your head be hanging on my wall as a trophy. You better peek behind your back everywhere you go and start saying your prayers that I don't come after you sooner than that. I will guarantee that I will drag your soul to the deepest, darkest layers of hell. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!!!
Morgan smirks as she looks at Leon.
Morgan Simmons: Perfectly clear, Leon.
Leon glares at her once more before throwing her back into her chair.
Leon Lonewolf: I will see you soon, toots.
Leon turns around, his trench coat twirls behind him, and walks away.
Morgan Simmons: Fucking anime fucking idiot.
The camera's cut back to the arena and Jimmy Wilkes is standing in the middle of the ring with his microphone in hand.
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 world is a vampire... sent to drain... Secret destroyers... hold you up to the flames... and what do I get?... for my painnnn...
The arena plunges into complete and total darkness and as the first few strains of "Bullet With Butterfly Wings" by The Smashing Pumpkins thunder from the sound system, there is an explosion of pyro, blindingly white. The pyro pops and crackles across the stage like lightening.
Despite all my rage... I am still just a rat in a cage... Despite all my rage... I am still just a rat in cage... Someone will say what is lost can never be saved...
Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, from Raleigh, North Carolina... BRYTAIN MONTGOMERY!!!
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. Brytain stalks down towards the ring, grabbing the second rope and quickly hopping onto the ring apron.
Tell me I'm the only one... Tell me there's no other one...
As the last few strains of her music dies out, Brytain sits with her back against the ropes and her head tilted in cocky amusement.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And this match up is underway! Curtis' eleven match win streak is on the line against Brytain Montgomery, who has been on quite a roll herself!
SS: Personally although I am rooting for Curtis, don't count out Brytain! She might be able to do it!
DM: This is a first here ladies and gentlemen! Shannon Saint actually giving Curtis' opponent... a chance!
The match begins, and Wilkes delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT, he then lifts Brytain to her feet, and connects with a backbreaker before lifting Brytain back to her feet, getting behind her, and connecting with a Tiger suplex, he then begins delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about ten stomps before delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about seven stomps, he then lifts Bryan back to her feet again, and connects with a suplex before lifting Brytain to her feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a swinging neckbreaker, he then lifts brytan back to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a German suplex before connecting with a knee drop to the face, he then lifts Brytain back to her feet again, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before delivering a devistating stomp to the midsection, causing Brytain to sit up, holding her stomach in pain, he then runs into the ropes, runs back at Bryain, and connects with a running knee strike to the face before lifting Brytain to her feet, and connecting with a backbreaker, he then lifts Brytain back to her feet, and connects with the Sit out Facebuster before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: Brytain kicks out at two!
SS: Can I be honest for a minute?
DM: Sure... what the hell is on your mind?
SS: I think both Curtis Wilkes and Smith Jones deserve better! I really do!
DM: Why so?
SS: Because they're aligned with a scrub! They can go way further than being aligned with Damon Warrens! Hell, I wish Yoshiru Long came back and reformed The Elite with Curtis and Smith Jones and nobody else!
DM: That would be interesting indeed!
Wilkes lifts Brytain to her feet, gets behind her, and goes for a back suplex, but Brytain fights out of it by doing a back flip, and lands on her feet behind Wilkes. Wilkes turns around, and Brytain jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Wilkes gets to his feet, and Brytain jumps up, and connects with another hurricanrana. Wilkes gets back to his feet, and Brytain runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody, she then lifts Wilkes to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before delivering a elbow drop to the back of the head, she then waits for Wilkes to get back to his feet. Wilkes eventually gets back to his feet, and Brytain connects with a spinning wheel kick before connecting with a leg drop, she then begins delivering stomps to the face. She connects with about seven stomps before lifting Wilkes to his feet, and connecting with a scoop slam, she then goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, leaps off, and connects with the Firebird splash before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: And Curtis kicks out after Brytain hit him with the Firebird Splash!
SS: She took a page out of Syn's playbook! And honestly, she can do moves like that with ease!
DM: She is the number one contender for the Broadcast Championship, which was announced at the top of the show!
SS: And I think... no, I KNOW Brytain will beat that Philadelphia piece of shit Brian Stryker to become the new PCW Broadcast Champion!
DM: Well Stryker's also a tough test, but we'll find that out on June 22nd!
Brytain lifts Wilkes to his feet, and goes for a suplex, but Wilkes reverses it into a suplex of his own, he then lifts Bryain to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a back suplex before connecting with a knee drop to the face, he then lifts Brytain back to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before lifting Brytain back to her feet again, getting behind her, and connecting with a half nelson suplex, he then begins delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about twelve stomps before delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about nine stomps, he then lifts Brytain to her feet, and connects with a backbreaker before lifting Brytain back to her feet, and connecting with a suplex, he then lifts Brytain back to her feet again, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before lifting Brytain to her feet, and connecting with a backbreaker, he then begins stalking Brytain. Brytain gets to one knee, and Wilkes connects with the Buzzsaw kick before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: SO CLOSE! Brytain just barely managed to get the shoulder up!
SS: See what I mean? This girl can give anybody in this company a fight and as she pointed out earlier in the week, she's won eleven out of fourteen matches she's wrestled since coming back to wrestling four months ago!
DM: It's a very impressive deal, and she's never lost in PCW!
Wilkes lifts Brytain to her feet, and goes for a scoop slam, but Brytain reverses it into a headscissors takedown. Wilkes gets to his feet, and Brytain connects with a dropkick. Wilkes gets back to his feet, and Brytain connects with another dropkick. Wilkes gets back to his feet again, and Brytain connects with a enzuigiri, she then begins stalking Wilkes. Wilkes gets to his hands and knees, and Brytain runs into the ropes, runs back at Wilkes, and connects with a running dropkick to the side of the head before delivering a devastating stomp to the midsection, causing Wilkes to sit up, holding his stomach in pain, she then runs into the ropes, runs back at Wilkes, and connects with a running knee strike to the face before connecting with a leg drop, she 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 Brytain leaps off, and connects with a diving crossbody before lifting Wilkes back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a back suplex, she then goes out ot the apron, and waits for Wilkes to get to his feet. Wilkes eventually gets to his feet, and Brytain springboards off the top rope, and connects with the Pretty Hate Machine before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Now Curtis barely kicks out! By god, this is a match up!
SS: I can't recall the last time, if ever, that somebody has taken Curtis to task like this! Curtis has usually dominated, but Brytain's really doing a number here!
DM: Like Curtis, Brytain is one of the best wrestler's in the world! We know of her history and if she can beat Curtis... this will do A LOT of good for her career going forward!
Brytain lifts Wilkes to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and goes for a piledriver. She comes very close to lifting him, but she fails, and Wilkes reverses it into a back body drop, he then lifts Brytain to her feet, gets behind her and connects with a half nelson suplex, he then lifts Brytain back to her feet, and connects with a backbreaker before delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about fourteen stomps, he then lifts Brytain back to her feet again, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before lifting Brytain to her feet, getting behind her, and connecting with a Russian leg sweep, he then lifts Brytain back to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a German suplex before delivering stomps to the left leg. He connects with about ten stomps, he then lifts Brytain back to her feet again, and connects with a scoop slam before lifting Brytain to her feet, and connecting with a belly to belly suplex, he then waits for Brytain to get back to her feet. Brytain eventually gets back to her feet, and Wilkes connects with the Super kick before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: BRYTAIN KICKS OUT! BY GOD, CURTIS NEARLY HAD IT!
SS: I... I... I'm speechless! I honestly thought Curtis had it! Holy shit, that was close!
Wilkes lifts Brytain to her feet, and goes for a suplex, but Brytain fights out of it, lands on her feet behind Wilkes, and connects with a back suplex, she then lifts Wilkes to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before delivering a devastating stomp to the midsection, forcing Wilkes to sit up, holding his stomach in pain, she then runs into the ropes, runs back at Wilkes, and connects with a running dropkick to the face before waiting for Wilkes to get back to his feet. Wilkes eventually gets back to his feet, and Brytain runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody, she then goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for Wilkes to get back to his feet again. Wilkes eventually gets back to his feet, and Brytain leaps off, and connects with a missile dropkick before lifting Wilkes to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a DDT, she then lifts Wilkes back to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before waiting for Wilkes to get to his feet. Wilkes eventually gets to his feet, and Brytain connects with a kick to the head, she then waits for Wilkes to get back to his feet. Wilkes eventually gets back to his feet, and Brytain runs into the ropes, runs back at Wilkes, and connects with the Running Bulldog followed into a Bridging arm trap Triangle choke!
DM: Brytain with the submission! Brytain has Curtis locked in a Bridging Arm Trap Triangle Choke!
SS: AHH! Curtis, you know you can get out of this one! Just hold on and get to the ropes!
Wilkes refuses to give up, so Brytain puts more pressure on the hold, but Wilkes still refuses to give up, so Brytain puts even more pressure on the hold, but Wilkes STILL refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. He eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. Brytain gives Curtis a clean break, lifts Curtis to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and connects with a scoop slam, she then goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, leaps off, and connects with the Thrillkiller before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: SO CLOSE! Curtis was able to get the shoulder up as the referee was about to count to three!
SS: DAMN! Again I normally root for Curtis, but I will not be upset if Brytain takes this match up!
Brytain waits for Wilkes to get to his feet. It takes a moment, but Wilkes eventually gets to his feet, and Brytain connects with a spinning wheel kick, she then goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, leaps off, and connects with another Thrillkiller before going for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
DM: THE STREAK IS OVER!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... BRYTAIN MONTGOMERY!!!
"Bullet With Butterfly Wings" by The Smashing Pumpkins hits and Brytain Montgomery gets her hand raises and the crowd cheers loudly.
DM: She did it! Brytain Montgomery has beaten Curtis Wilkes! This is the first time Curtis has lost a match since the November 10th, 2012 edition of Saturday Night Rapture when he and Yoshiru Long lost to Adrien Cochrane and then PCW World Heavyweight Champion Heather Monroe by Disqualification!
SS: Wow! The longest streak in PCW today has been broken! I know all good things have to come to an end, but I didn't think it was going to be tonight though!
DM: That's the beauty of PCW! It's very unpredictable! ANYTHING can happen! And this win gives Brytain even more momentum going forward, especially with that Broadcast title match up coming up on June 22nd!
SS: She's going to demolish Brian Stryker! I know it!
DM: Well we'll see what happens! In the meantime, we will be heading to a commercial break! We'll be back after this!
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Post by Papi El Sueno on May 25, 2013 15:33:47 GMT -5
We come back from the break and we switch to the parking lot where Kevin Styles and J.T. Banks are walking. Both are leaving the arena.
J.T. Banks: Yo, want to toke one up before we go?
Kevin Styles: Fuck right, homie. I could always use a smoke.
As Banks was about to dig into his pocket, he is attacked from behind with a lead pipe by a masked man. Styles goes to defend his best friend... but his head is slammed through a wind shield by the mysterious figure.
DM: GOOD GOD! This shit needs to stop!
SS: HA! So it takes your husband getting attacked for that reaction to come out?
DM: FUCK YOU!
Styles slumps down with blood coming down his face from behind slammed through a wind shield of a Chevrolet Corvette. Banks starts to get to his feet, but the mysterious man starts laying into "The Punisher" with lefts and rights, pummeling him. Banks is trying to fight back but it's not working too well against this huge man.
DM: I don't know how much longer J.T. can withstand this! He's getting beaten here!
SS: Keep it going! These two pot heads need to suffer!
DM: Yet you're a drug addict yourself! I already fucking mentioned this two weeks ago! This is a case of the pot calling the kettle black here!
The masked figure gets Banks up and grabs him by throat and lifts him up. He walks around with Banks high up in the air. He reaches the hood of the car and smirks... before planting Banks smack dab on the hood with a choke bomb.
DM: Good god! Brutal Choke Bomb onto the hood of that Corvette!
SS: Damn! That's a nice car too! Too bad it's now fucking ruined!
DM: The damn car doesn't matter! What matters is that this mysterious figure, whoever the hell he is, has now laid waste to Da Xtreme Dynasty! And who... WHO can stop this person?
We cut to the ring where Jimmy Wilkes is standing by, ready to announce the competitors of our next match up.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the PCW PLATINUM CHAMPIONSHIP!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
As "Long Black Train" by Josh Turner hits the PA system, "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews strides down the aisle in a suit and tie with the PCW Platinum Championship around his waist. In his hand, he carries a Bible and begins his regular sermon as he ventures down to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, being accompanied by Deacon Jeremiah, from Redemption, Alabama, weighing in at 275 pounds. He is the PCW PLATINUM CHAMPION... "THE EVANGELIST"... JERRY MATTHEWS!!!
His spiritual liaison, Deacon Jeremiah, accompanies him to ringside with an offering plate, ready to collect money from any believers in the crowd. As he gets to the ring, he climbs through the ropes and removes his suit. He then raises his Bible in a preachly manner to the crowd as they boo incessantly.
DM: Jesus fucking christ! Aurora must have done a number on Matthews to have him wear that mask!
SS: She is absolutely reckless is what she is! Trying to permanently disfigure a man of our lord and savior!
DM: Cut the crap there, Taint! Nobody cares about your kissassery of the god damn Platinum Champion! I know I certainly don't!
Jimmy Wilkes: And the challenger!
"Womanizer" by Britney Spears hits the PA system and the crowd cheers as Aurora walks out rocking out as she makes her way to the ring while Alexis Knight walks behind her.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, being accompanied by Alexis Knight, from Erie, Pennsylvania... AURORA ROSE!!!
Aurora and Alexis walk down the ramp together and Aurora slaps hands with the fans a few times. They reach the end of the ramp and they talk strategy. Aurora nods at Alexis' words of encouragement before sliding under the ropes and giving the rock signal to the camera.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And we are underway! The second of our two championship matches is officially underway!
SS: Can I make a prediction?
DM: That depends! Does anybody give a shit about it?
SS: Of course, but I'm saying it anyways! Matthews is going to win! He's better and he's a man of the lord!
DM: Again, nobody gives a shit what you think! I think Aurora just may well pull off the win here! I'm biased for Team Lethality, so you can go stick it where the sun don't shine there, Taint!
Aurora is focused and ready for this one. Her and Matthews lock up in the center of the ring. Aurora gets the upperhand first as she puts Matthews into a hammerlock. But Matthews uses his strength to shove Aurora away. Aurora comes back, but Matthews nailed Aurora with a lariat to take her down to the mat. Matthews quickly follows up with an elbow drop. Matthews quickly makes the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: And a kickout by Aurora Rose! These two aren't wasting anytime in getting at one another!
SS: Hell no they're not! This is going to be one entertaining match up!
Matthews picks Aurora up, but Rora hits a forearm to the mid-section of "The Evangelist". She delivers another one... and another one before stepping up... and hitting Matthews with an enzuigiri to the skull and Matthews drops down like a sack of potatoes. Aurora goes to the ground and locks in a sleeper hold. Aurora locks it in tightly as referee Larry Smith asks Matthews if he wants to give up. Matthews gets back to a vertical base and hits Aurora with a jawbreaker. Aurora is dazed and Matthews capitalizes by hitting Aurora with a Samoan Drop. He hooks the leg for another cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: Matthews almost had it there!
SS: DAMMIT! Stay down, Aurora! Stay the fuck down!
DM: How about you fuck off, Taint? Aurora's going to try everything in her power to bring the PCW Platinum Championship HOME to Team Lethality!
Matthews gets frustrated and drags Aurora to the ropes. Matthews places his boot across Aurora's throat and starts choking her. Referee Larry Smith attempts to get Matthews to release it, but the Platinum Champion is ignoring him. Smith now has no choice but to make the count for Matthews to break the hold...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
Matthews releases it before the count of five! He then runs off the ropes, comes back of the rebound and attempts a leg guillotine to Aurora while she's draped on the ropes... but Aurora moves out of the way and Matthews is crotched onto the second ropes. Matthews is in huge pain here. Aurora uses this to her advantage as she grabs Matthews by the head... and hits him with a Spike DDT! This time, it's Aurora who makes the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Now it's Matthews with the kickout!
SS: Oh thank god!
DM: Scared your boy's going to lose?
SS: No! And shut up!
DM: I'm detecting a little butthurt there!
Aurora gets up and sends Matthews into the ropes. Matthews comes back off the rebound, and Aurora leapfrogs him, but Matthews quickly stops behind her... and hits her with a German Suplex. Aurora gets to her feet and Matthews hits her with a forearm smash to the face. Matthews raises his arm in the air to huge boos from the crowd. He gets Aurora up and places her in-between his legs before lifting her up going for a powerbomb... NO! Aurora reverses it into a hurricanrana pin and has the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: HOLY HELL! Aurora nearly had that one! She almost won the PCW Platinum Championship!
SS: AHHH! Thank god she didn't win! Holy shit! We don't need Matthews losing the title to any of those criminal Team Lethality members!
DM: We're not criminals, you fucking asshole! And we're certainly not corrupt either!
Aurora gets back to her feet and starts stomping on Matthews repeatedly before hitting him with a rolling senton across the mid-section. Aurora now steps out onto the apron and waits for Matthews to get to his feet. Matthews gets back up and once he turns around, Aurora springs onto the center of the ropes and goes for a Springboard Hurricanrana... but Matthews catches her, and drops her down with a Powerbomb. He quickly hooks the leg for the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THRE---NO!!!!
DM: Aurora KICKS OUT! But just barely!
SS: Son of a bitch! How is she doing this? She's smoking weed, isn't she?
DM: Oh my gosh! You are a dumbass! Smoking weed? Are you serious? I think my IQ just dropped by hearing that come out of your mouth!
Matthews argues with Larry Smith before locking Aurora in a rear chin lock. Aurora's face in pain as she's trying to find a way out of this. Fortunately for her, she refuses to submit and gets herself to the ropes by wrapping both feet around the cables. Matthews however isn't letting go and Larry Smith makes the count for Matthews to break the hold...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
Matthews lets go before the count of five! Larry Smith warns Matthews to not continue with the dirty tactics, which Matthews responds with "I can do this as long as I want, I can't lose the title by disqualification anyways". Matthews gets Aurora up and whips her into a corner. Matthews runs in, attempting an avalanche splash... but Aurora moves out of the way and Matthews eats nothing but the turnbuckle. Matthews stumbles out and Aurora leaps up... and hits Matthews with a Jumping Reverse Bulldog to take him down. Aurora makes the cover, hoping to win the championship...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THRE---NO!!!!
DM: NO! Matthews just KICKED OUT!
SS: Oh my god! Thank you lord for providing that kickout to the great Jerry Matthews! Thank you!
DM: He got lucky, otherwise it would have been a win for Aurora Rose! Although I thought that was three all the way!
Aurora slams her hands on the mat as she thought she had the win. She waits for Matthews to get up, who is getting up with the aid of the ropes. Matthews gets to the turnbuckle and Aurora runs in with a knee lift to the jaw. Aurora now places Matthews' head underneath her arm and goes for the bulldog... but Matthews launches her across the ring and Aurora lands back first onto the mat. Matthews gets on the top rope and waits for Aurora to get back to her feet. Aurora gets up and Matthews flies off... ANGEL'S FLIGHT! Matthews with the Diving Clothesline to Aurora. Matthews slowly crawls to Aurora and drapes his right arm across her for the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE---NO!!!!
SS: NO FUCKING WAY THAT WAS A KICKOUT! Who the FUCK is doing the counting here? Betty White? God dammit!
DM: That was almost it, but Aurora kicked out just in the nick of time! What a match this has been!
Matthews is in disbelief and starts arguing with referee Larry Smith. He focuses away from Larry and waits for Aurora to get back to her feet. Aurora gets up, rather slowly. Matthews goes for a spear, but Aurora leapfrogs him and instead, Matthews inadvertantly spears Larry Smith to the mat.
DM: The referee is down! I repeat, the referee is down!
SS: AW YEAH! Anything can happen!
Matthews is initially in disbelief but that turns into a smirk as Deacon Jeremiah grabs the Platinum Championship. But before he could slide it to Matthews, Aurora is now fully recovered... and hits Matthews with another Jumping Reverse Bulldog. She goes for the pin, but there's no referee in sight. Deacon Jeremiah gets into the ring and as Aurora lets go and gets back up... Jeremiah STRIKES her in the back of the head with the Platinum Championship before sliding out of the ring himself.
DM: WHAT THE HELL?! That was CHEAP! YOU HAD TO GO TO THAT LENGTH, DIDN'T YOU!
SS: They're taking advantage of the referee being out, and that's just what we do in this business! We take advantage!
DM: It's bullshit is what it is! Absolute bullshit!
Matthews gets up and a smirk comes across his face. His smile only widens as he looks at the turnbuckle. He steps out onto the apron and goes to the top. He looks down at Aurora before flying... and he hits her with a Flying Headbutt called Fall from Grace. Jeremiah revives the referee and Matthews makes the cover. Larry Smith is revived and he goes to count the fall...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall and STILL PCW PLATINUM CHAMPION... "THE EVANGELIST"... JERRY MATTHEWS!!!
The bell rings signaling the end of the match. As referee Larry Smith goes to raise the hand of the victorious “Evangelist,” Matthews promptly throws him out of the ring, completely unprovoked. He then signals for Deacon Jeremiah and the rest of the Saints to enter the ring. Jeremiah, Harbinger and Pestilence each slide in and Jeremiah is carrying a chair. The preacher then motions for Harbinger and Pestilence to pick up the prone Aurora Rose. They both do so, propping her up in a standing position, and Jeremiah stands next to Matthews wielding the chair. Alexis Knight stands by at ringside and can only watch in horror as her girlfriend appears to soon be suffering another vicious assault at the hands of the Saints of Veritas.
DM: Good god! They're going to further assault Aurora!
SS: SAVE THE TITTIES! I mean... good, beat her down!
Jeremiah pulls the chair back and swings it forward, but instead of Aurora, he nails Pestilence square in the noggin!!! Harbringer drops Aurora and looks at Matthews and Jeremiah inquisitively, but this moment of hesitation allows Matthews to run forward and nearly take off his apostle’s head with a nasty clothesline. While this is transpiring, Alexis reaches under the bottom rope and collects Aurora and helps move her out of the ring. She cradles her in her arms as they watch the ensuing chaos break out.
DM: Thank god Aurora is out of there, but what on earth did we just witness?
SS: Matthews and Jeremiah are taking out the trash! Harbringer and Pestilence couldn't cut the mustard! They suck for losing that tag team title match earlier tonight!
Jeremiah moves over to Harbinger as Matthews exits the ring to the apron. Jeremiah kicks Harbinger in the midsection, and places him a powerbomb position. He taunts to the crowd, who shower him with boos, and then he raises up his former compatriot and drills him with a sitout powerbomb. Meanwhile, Matthews has climbed the top rope. He crosses himself and then launches himself into the air, coming down with a resounding impact onto Pestilence with a flying headbutt.
DM: Fall from Grace! He hit that on Aurora to win the match, and now, he's decimated Pestilence with a headbutt provided by that titanium mask!
SS: Which makes it more effective! Thing is, it's fucking legal! He can't get disqualified for it during a match!
Matthews stands over Pestilence and Jeremiah does the same over Harbinger. Both men then lean down and cross both of their quarry’s arms, and shut their eyes, as if preparing both men for funeral rites. Matthews then motions for a mic.
Matthews: Brothers and sisters, tonight, you’ve witnessed the end of an era. The Saints of Veritas as a functioning group are now dead. Why you ask? Well, it’s simple. Harbinger and Pestilence have proven on occasion after occasion that they are completely incompetent. Because of them, I’m now viewed as a scarred and seared freak of nature because of what that lesbian bitch did to me.
He points accusingly at Aurora Rose. Aurora has by now come to, and her and Alexis both glare defiantly at the Southern Baptist.
Matthews: But, no matter. During my state of incapacitation, I was able to gain invaluable time to reflect on my situation. Harbinger and Pestilence have fulfilled the purpose set forth for them by God the Father. Both men were nothing more than tools to accomplish a common goal, and that was to make sure that that sadistic arsonist, Ryan “The Reaper” Robinson, couldn’t get his hands on my Platinum Championship. And, he failed at Battle Finale III. And, given that these two “soldiers” of mine couldn’t even get the tag titles from Rachel Robinson and Mariah Lopez, two women I’ve already punished for their hedonistic and sinful relationship.
The crowd begins to boo loudly as the pastor insults Team Lethality’s new tag champions.
Matthews: Boo me all you want, you vile heathens. But, I guarantee you that your blessed Reaper will never get another shot at me or my title!!
Matthews gestures to the ring announcer, who hands him his title. He raises the title above his head, and the crowd showers him with boos again as continuous chants of “Reaper, Reaper, Reaper!!!” begin to fill the arena.
DM: The fans are wanting Reaper while booing the living hell out of the Platinum Champion at the same time!
SS: These heathens have no clue the message Matthews is sending! His words are inspirational!
All of a sudden. The arena turns blue, and the crowd erupts with cheers as Ryan ''the Reaper'' Robinson is shown on the Premiumtron 5000. A twisted smile crosses his face, and he mockingly waves at the camera.
Ryan ''the Reaper'' Robinson: Hey! Jerry! What's up!? I'm up here!
Jerry looks up at the Premiumtron 5000 to see Reaper, and a look of anger crosses his face.
Ryan ''the Reaper'' Robinson: Jerry. Jerry. Jerry.
Reaper shakes his head.
Ryan ''the Reaper'' Robinson: It seems you haven't been paying full atention to the show tonight, Jerry, so I'll tell you what you missed. I assume you're already aware that we at Team Lethality kidnapped Jimmy Gambino two weeks ago, so I'll just skip that part. Anyways. We brought Mr Gambino to the ring earlier, and we tortured him so that Morgan Simmons would give us title shots. In other words. We used Jimmy to blackmail Morgan, and it worked! I'm sorry to tell you, Jerry, but you will be defending the PCW Platinum championship against me at Slamathon IV. What type of match will it be? I will make a little challenge to you, but it will be on the next episode of Rapture. Anyways. I would love to stay, and chat, but I have alot of business to attend to, later Jerry! Have a good night!
The arena goes back to normal, and the crowd cheers loudly as Jerry's face turns red, and he begins steaming with anger. We then cut to commercial break.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on May 25, 2013 15:34:27 GMT -5
We come back from the break and the arena grows quiet as the lights cut out.
SS: Oh great did these idiots in Oakland, forget to pay their electricity bill.
DM: Shut up Saint, we're still on the air so there is nothing wrong with the electricity, it just looks like we're in a blackout at the moment.
SS: Yeah, Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the PCW's very own Superbowl Screw-up.
Suddenly the sound of a car speeding past fills the arena startling Saint, this is followed up by a high pitch strumming of a guitar. A few seconds go by before the sound of an aircraft flyover sounds followed by an air raid alarm. A small light starts shinning throughout the arena. Another back-up guitar and drums start to kick-in lightly. As the light searches the crowd, we suddenly hear the sound of a fighter plane falling from the sky growing louder and louder and louder still until we see a small video of a WWII fighter plane falling from the sky.
LET'S GO!
The arena explodes to life as the fighter plane hits the ground and the stage is lit up by an explosion of multicoloured pryos.
OH YEAH!!
Airbourne's "Live It Up" begins to blast through the arena in full and the fans go crazy as "The Original Showstealer" SJ Funk runs out of the pryos and salutes the crowd on both sides.
Spent all of my life breaking all the rules Stepping out of line, the streets are my school Can't get enough, of a good time I'm Gonna live it up, while I'm still alive.
SJ begins to make his way to the ring slapping hands with the fans, going from the left to the right.
I'm A hell raiser, risk taker Full Speed a head Till I'm Dead in the Fast lane Live Wire Wildfire I'd Rather Burn up in flames The Fade Away
SJ Continues to the ring circling around slapping hands with the fans a ring crew including Desiree Miles. He even surprising does so to Shannon Saint. Continuing on the course till he is back at the entrance, where he jumps up onto the apron, taunting a little before climbing into the ring. After twirling round for a few times he goes into his usual one knee gun showing pose. Pyros shoot up behind him, first from his left, then his right, then left, right, left and right again, as he gets to his feet. Runs to the corner climbing onto the second turnbuckle saluting the fans. He removes his cap and throws it into the crowd before jumping down to the canvas.
DM: We saw him arrive earlier in the show, now it looks like it's time for SJ Funk to make his announcements.
SS: As much as I hate to say this, but I hope he's returning. We need some decent competitors back in PCW. Rather than be stuck with the same old hag's like Danielle Lopez and you.
SJ takes a microphone from the ring assistant as the music fades away, he returns to the centre of the ring and looks to the camera as though looking at everyone watching.
SJ: I said I was coming here tonight, and I always keep my promises. So with that being said.... LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS! SHANNON SAINT AND PENNYWISE THE CLOWN! IT'S TIME ONCE AGAIN FOR EVERYBODY TO COME ABOARD THE....
Crowd: FUNK TRAIN!
SJ: And if you can't dig that. We all have one thing to say to you..... OH FUNK....
Crowd: -U!!!!!!!!
SJ: It's good to see, you all still remember. Anyway, this past few weeks, I've said that I was making my way down here to Oakland, California....
The Crowd cheers at the cheap pop.
SJ: Yes, I said I was coming here, I'm here, and now it's time for me to make my announcements. One will excit, one will shock. The other will make some people take note.
So firstly. Why did I decide to come here, to tonights show rather than show up a few weeks ago at PCW's anniversary show. It's simple really. There has been too much going on in PCW. On the last show, there was almost a mass exodis from this place due to those in charge, and well two weeks ago, I was not even looking to return.
But this week, I was, not because I felt I had to, nor felt that I really wanted to. No. I was happy with relaxing, take all the time I needed after the past several months, which haven't been the greatest. Just under two weeks ago I received a letter from a law firm out of Vegas. A letter that was ordering me... Yes ORDERING me to return to PCW or face a lawsuit.
This letter was from orders of one Terrell Ryder and some stupid manwhore named Morgan Simmons.
The crowd boos intensly.
SJ: Exactly what I thought folks. Those two inbreds wanted, no sorry demand that I turn up this week, maybe take a match, maybe cut a promo, one to their liking.
Now, I know the full terms and conditions of a contract that I hold in PCW, its one of those, pay per appearance deals, where I'll only get paid per my appearance. It also states that I do not need to show up during a certain period to keep the contract. Those were the terms of the contract that was written up and signed, both by myself, by my good friend James Baker, oh and of course, Mr, Ryder... Yup. Mr. Ryder by name, Rides Morgan Simmons Cock by Nature.
So, I by rights could have just sat at home, laughed and waited for the lawsuit that could, no would have cost those two idiotic fools thousands if not millions in fees. Especially seeing that they would have had to end up paying for my own lawyers, then the court bills. Yup, I could have took them for a helluva fortune. The choices I had were good. Do what they want, or do what I want.
I suppose you're all thinking that I'm doing what they want huh? Well nope. I'm doing what I wanted. I thought to hell with going to court like that. I've got friends here in PCW, and I don't want to put them at risk with some stupid lawsuit. So I decided I'll make my appearance tonight, but I'll do a promo that I they will definately NOT approve of. Oh and don't you lot worry. Me being me have made it possible to do so without interuptions. Neither will their be any cut-offs of my Microphone...
SJ Points to the titantron which shows a video feed of Morgan and Ryders office where the door has been baricaded from the outside by the three head security guards, along with some strange metal device with a flashing green light.
SJ: So, they can't get out of their office for now. Also that device you see, although old fashioned, is a signal jammer. So they can't even phone the production crew to cut off my mike...
Oh and before I move on to my MAJOR announcements, there was another little add-on from their lawsuit too. It goes on to say that if I do show up tonight, but then don't agree to returning to in-ring action on a more regular basis, then I'll be in breach of my contract and will have another lawsuit on my hands... Which I'll just refer you all to what I've just said.... Same results would be the same.
So now onto my first announcement.... As of next month, two weeks from today. I will be returning to PCW as a competitive and active in ring competitor.
The crowd errupts into a chorus of cheers.
SJ: Yes, this week, I'm not returning to in ring action unfortunately. Only due to the fact that I wasn't really planning on doing so. But on the next episode of Rapture. Your's trully will be returing to in-ring action. I know this is going along with their threat, but hell it in the end makes them look stupid too. You see, in my current contract, there is a statement that was agreed to, whereby if I do decide to return to PCW full time, that I will get a brand new contract, where I'll become one of if not the highest paid roster member. Oh and just for the record, I did not request that, nor was it added by James Baker.... Yup you guessed it, it was added by one Terrell Ryder.
Oops, Ryder does it again. He has a "Brain Fart". Oh and don't think of me as greedy either. Most of that pay goes to charity anyway. In fact, fifty percent of my appearance fee tonight, is going to help the victims of the recent tornado out in Oklahoma.
The crowd cheer and salute SJ.
SJ: Yes, that's only fifty percent, the other fifty is going to a charity that was set back home in the UK, called help the heros. Mainly due to it being for former military personnel. Especially after the event that took place in Woolwich, this past week. For those who haven't heard, a British soldier was brutally killed by Islamic Activists.
But that is all about that. It's a sad day when a soldier is killed in the street in his own country, but this here is PCW, and this here is about wrestling.
So lets move on. The next thing on the agenda for tonight, is the big reason, why I decided to do this thing, rather than sit at home. See only several weeks ago, Terrell Ryder, shocked every single one of you when he turned his back on you and sided with PCW's own he-she. What he did was inexplicible. It was a diabolical move. A move he even admitted to, two weeks ago, he was planning for a long time. See, he shocked and hurt a lot of people. A lot of people that did not see something like this coming, well not from him at least.
But Ryder has a history of diabolical actions. Actions that he undertakes for the better good as he thinks. By that I mean, better for his back pocket. Although his actions shocked and still seem to have people in shock now. It didn't so much shock me too long. I had an initial shock at the action he took, but in all I knew something like that was coming, I just didn't know when. I know you'll be thinking, well anyone could say that... Well let me explain.
You see, when I made my last appearance in PCW, it was at the request of Ryder, to help out. My last match against former world champ, Michael Morrison. At the time, Morrison was supposed to face someone, but he decided not to bother showing up. So Ryder, decided, he'll ask for help. Sure he could have got someone who was on the active roster from back then, but instead, he asked me to help out and go up against Morrison.
Well I agreed, hell even Morrison agreed to have the match changed. A change which was never broadcast. At the time we, both myself and probably Morrison thought, its just to shock the fans. But that is not the case. As you are all well aware. The match was scheduled for a one on one, hell I was even asked if I wanted to cash in my title opportunity and make it a title match. It's funny cause I do recall saying I'll think about it. Then turning round and stating, for personal reasons, that I did not want to cash in. However, when the match was announced on the show. Ryder, unbeknowingly, to me at least, made it announced that I was cashing in my title shot. Whether Morrison knew it or not, I'm not sure. But I wasn't aware of it, nor did I agree.
I know why he did it too. Either way it was to screw me out completely. I agreed to help him. Only for him to screw me over. See, if I was to win the match, sure I'd become the champion and what not. But that would have meant at the time that I was to return to competitive action full time, otherwise lose the title via default due to not being available, or not making myself available for every possible defence. Or if I lost, which is what happened. I'd lose the chance to cash it in, in future.
So either way he was screwing me over. Now, I don't disagree with the result of the match, Morrison beat me fair and square. That I can admit to. But I just did not like the fact that Ryder took it upon himself to make me cash in the title, after I agreed to compete one on one with Morrison.
So, the favour now, Ryder is going to be re-paid. You screwed me, now it's my turn to screw you over. The best way I know how to do that, is to return to PCW, as a competitor, and destroy your plans of domination.
Oh yeah, and one more thing... With regards to the lawsuit that you were planning to hit me with.. I know why you were going to attempt it. I know about the reason you need to gain more money. Of course, I can't discuss it out in the public, but lets just say, Mr. Ryder is facing a lawsuit of his own. I am probably the only other person outside of the PCW boardroom, and the Ryders people who know what that is and what it's about. But lets just say, that Ryder is not double down, deep in the shit.
I hope you enjoy what's left of your life Ryder, cause in two weeks time, when I make my full return. Your life, as well as that of your little group, will be made hell. To of which I believe I'm not alone in that thought process... Although, I must stress, that I am not part of any radical group, or part of any revolution. Just that I'm on the war path.
So with that Ryder, Simmons, the rest of your crew. I've one last thing to say.....
Plan your screw jobs, plan your attacks, but do them wisely. Do them with brutality. But you better get prepared. As when its all over.
YOU WILL BE FUNKED OUT!!!
"Live it up" By Airbourne starts to play as SJ makes his way out of the ring area, slapping hands with the fans. We soon turn it to an advertisement that plays on the PremiumTron 5000.
It's drawing closer!
The time for one of the original PPV's is coming!
Personal rivalries are all coming to a head here!
Either Armageddon or Lethality prevails!
June 22nd, 2013!
Be there to witness one of the big pay-per-views of the summer!
Only 28 days away until...
Slamathon IV!
After the Slamathon IV advertisement cuts off, we go to our final commercial break of the evening.
**COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on May 25, 2013 15:34:59 GMT -5
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is your MAIN EVENT match up of the evening, scheduled for ONE FALL!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
"Duality" 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 newer version of the PCW World Heavyweight Championship on his shoulder, while his customized title belt is 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... "THE MASTER OF SHADOWS"... 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. He gives both of his titles to the referee before sitting down Indian style in the middle of the ring as he awaits for the match to begin.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
SCREAM! SHOUT!
... ...
SCREAM! SHOUT!
WE ARE THE FALLEN ANGELS!!!
A blaze of fire explodes, surrounding the stage, the ramp, and the ring itself. Static does not know what the hell is going on as "Fallen Angels" hits the P/A, followed by massive pop. As the lyrics begin to play, Leon Lonewolf walks out slowly, then stops in the middle of the stage. As the song gets a little faster, he raises his arm to cheers from the crowd, unleashing a barrage of black, red, and white fireworks.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Minneapolis, Minnesota, weighing in at 245 lbs. He is a member of the PCW Hall of Fame... "THE HONORABLE DEMON"... LEON LONEWOLF!!!!!!!!
Leon walks down the ramp, high-fiving the crowd. As he makes it to the end of the ramp, he runs into the ring and slides in. He jumps up and climbs the turnbuckle, taunting the crowd. He jumps down and climbs another one, taunting. He jumps down the turnbuckle and eyes the stage for the match to begin. But before the bell could ring for the match to begin, "Still I Rise" by Shadows Fall hits and the crowd cheers loudly as they know who's about to come out from behind the curtain.
SS: NO! Don't tell me SHE is going to be out here!
DM: Oh hell yes she is! By us at Team Lethality using Jimmy to blackmail Morgan, Danielle is facing Syn for the World title at Slamathon IV, and with Syn competing in this match against Leon, she might want to scout her opponent!
As the music is playing, Danielle Lopez appears from the back to more cheers from the crowd. She looks around with a smile on her face before walking down the ramp. She slaps hands with the fans all around ringside before reaching the commentators table. She stares at Syn and motions that she will be the next World Heavyweight Champion before taking her seat at the table.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And here we go! Our main event of the evening is officially underway!
SS: This is going to be a test for the champ! Can Syn pass it? We'll see!
DM: But we also have a guest with us! The Lethal Latina herself, Danielle Lopez, is out here to help us call this match up!
Danielle: Thank you, Desiree! It's a pleasure to be out here with you! I can't say the same when it comes to the fat idiot over there!
DM: Danielle, what is your take on this match up?
Danielle: It's going to be stellar! Syn and Leon are really good competitors in the ring and it's no secret I have a keen interest in this contest!
DM: You are the number one contender for the PCW World Heavyweight Championship after all!
Danielle: That's right and I'm ready for the match and to restore the prestige of the PCW World Heavyweight Championship! The holy fucking grail in this business today!
DM: Both Syn and Leon circle around each other carefully and Lonewolf challenges Syn to a test of strength... and Syn accepts it! Is he insane for doing this with the much bigger man?
SS: It's only thirty pounds! I think he'll be fine!
Danielle: But even with Leon being 245 pounds, he's a freakishly strong man who can punish you at timme!
DM: They lock up in the middle of the ring, and Leon gets the upperhand before lifting him in the air... and dropping him down with an inverted suplex slam!
SS: YES! That was a great slam!
Danielle: It's an effective move, no doubt, but it's early!
DM: Syn makes it to his feet again and he's looking right over here, Danielle!
Danielle: He can look over here all he wants! I could really give a fucks less, but he needs to concentrate on the task at hand, otherwise... Leon will kick his ass!
DM: Syn turns around and Leon goes for a big boot... NO! Syn ducks it, and catches Leon with a neckbreaker!
SS: Great move there, Syn! Leon gets back up and Syn bounces off the ropes... and he takes Leon down with a knee lift to the skull!
DM: But Leon stays on his feet! Syn charges at him, and he’s going for a Hurricanrana… NO! SPINEBUSTER BY LEON AND SYN IS DOWN!
Danielle: OUCH! That's going to hurt for days! I've been there and done that with moves like that! Not pretty!
DM: Leon goes for the cover!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Syn kicks out at two! But that spinebuster was no joke!
Danielle: It really isn't! I couldn't do any of those moves to save my life, but I have my own variation of moves and I can be lethal and brutal whenever I need to be!
SS: Shut the fuck up with that! Syn's going to beat you at Slamathon!
Danielle: Yeah... okay! Whatever helps you sleep better at night, old man! But I don't give a fucking shit what outcome you prefer when I face Syn for the World title at Slamathon! Matter of fact, fuck off Taint, before I shove that television monitor down your god damn throat!
SS: ...
Leon backs up, and Syn is still on the mat. He gets to a knee and Leon approaches him… but Syn swats him away and is back on his feet again. Leon comes for a chop, but Syn is quicker with a spinning backfist. Leon going for an uppercut… NO! Syn dodges and gets at him with some vicious forearm strikes to the face. Leon pushes Syn away in an Irish whip, and he gets propelled to the ropes, Leon going for a clothesline… NO! Syn once again ducks and bounces off the other side of the ring… Tornado DDT!
DM: Leon is down! This might be Syn’s chance! Seated Senton splash for good measure, and it’s now the champ who has the pin attempt!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: And this time, Leon is the one who kicks out!
Danielle: Whether you like Syn or not, that was a good set of offense he put up after suffering from that spinebuster not too long ago!
SS: What is your opinion of Syn anyways?
Danielle: I'm not a fan of what he did with the World title! It's a sacred title and I'm also not a fan of some of the actions he does! At the same time, I recognize him as one of the best wrestlers in this company and one would be foolish to not give him his due in that department!
SS: Sounds fair!
Danielle: And you're a kiss ass, you pathetic excuse of a human being!
DM: Syn gets to his feet and waits for Leon to get to his! Leon gets up and Syn goes for him... but Leon has other plans of his own as he floors Syn with a huge clothesline!
SS: Damn! I don't want this geek winning!
Danielle: Too bad, Taint! Because Leon is doing his work!
DM: Syn's not backing down! Leon grabs Syn's leg and goes for the Liontamer... but Syn manages to shove Leon onto his back!
SS: Whew! Thank god!
DM: Syn gets back to his feet and turns around... only to get an enzuigiri to the skull from Leon Lonewolf, and Syn is out like a light!
Danielle: It got him directly onto the skull! I'm a master of kicking people and that connected!
DM: Leon hooks the leg! Can he beat the champ?
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: Syn gets his shoulder up!
SS: He's a warrior and he deserves all the adolation in the world!
Danielle: He's showing that he won't die! I can respect that and I know I'm going to have to bring everything and the kitchen sink to our match up on June 22nd!
Leon is beside himself right now as he gets up and paces around the ring while Syn starts to stir to his feet. Once Syn gets up, Leon grabs him by throat as he lifts Syn up for a chokeslam... but Syn gets out of it and appears behind Leon. Leon turns around, and Syn kicks him in the gut and places him in position as he goes for it...
DM: HALF MEASURES! Syn with the Half Measures to Leon Lonewolf!
SS: He scored big there! Good job, Syn!
Danielle: He might have done well there, but in twenty-eight days, I don't know if the same will be said! I just don't know because damn near anything can happen in PCW!
Syn glares over at Danielle before bringing Lonewolf back to his feet. Syn drills Leon with a right... and another right... and a third... and a fourth... and a fifth. Leon is staggering and Syn grabs him for a snapmare... and Leon crashes down to the mat. Syn stands over Leon with an expressionless look on his face before jumping up... and hitting him with the Twisted Thrills. Immediately, Syn makes the cover and hooks the leg...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: Oh that was close! Leon Lonewolf has kicked out of the Twisted Thrills!
SS: This has been a war! Great battle here!
Danielle: No kidding! This is PCW after all, and we have two extrordinary wrestlers in our main event! I'm watching a damn good match while also studying for Slamathon!
Syn makes his way to his feet and gets to the top. Leon gets to his feet as Syn gets himself situated at the top. Leon quickly runs to the top... and goes for a belly to belly, but Syn holds on. Syn delivers a rapid share of headbuts to the skull that causes Leon to fall to the mat. Leon gets back up and Syn dives off, going for a hurricanrana, but Leon holds on and has Syn in position for the Lionheart. However, Syn's not willing to give up here. Leon walks to the ropes and has hopes to throw Syn on to the floor below... but Syn has different plans as he puts his hands on the rope cables and goes for a hurricanrana. It takes a bit... but he manages to pull it off and Leon is on the floor below. Leon manages to get up, but Syn leaps onto the ropes and goes for it...
DM: GOOD GOD! ASAI MOONSAULT ONTO LEON LONEWOLF! INCREDIBLE!
Danielle: Not going to lie, that was highly impressive! Didn't think Syn could do such stuff! Let's see if it helps him though!
Leon and Syn gets up and Syn goes for an Irish whip, but Leon turns it into one of his own and whips her hard into the steel steps. Leon crashes back first, before collapsing to a sitting position against the steel steps.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!
Syn climbs on to the apron to stop the count. He takes a running start... MISSLE DROPKICK! And for the second time, Leon is slammed hard against the steps and the count is restarted.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!
SIX!!!!
SEVEN!!!!
Syn rolls back into the ring, and quickly rolls back out, breaking the referee's count once more. Syn brings Leon back to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. Syn climbs back onto the apron... SPRINGBOARD LEGDROP... NO! Leon moved out of the way just in time and Syn lands ass first on the canvas. Syn is starting to get to his feet as Leon gets on the apron and waits for a good time to go high risk. Syn is up and turns around. Leon springboards, going for a senton, but Syn ducks it and Leon lands on both feet. Leon turns around and Syn grabs both of his arms before gong for it...
DM: THE KILLING JOKE! Syn just hit Leon with THE KILLING JOKE!
SS: Put him away, Syn! Put this moron away!
Danielle: Stop calling Leon names, you fat piece of crap!
DM: I second that! And Syn has the leg hooked! This should do it!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THRE---NO!!!!
DM: Leon... just... KICKED OUT!
SS: Impossible! How could this happen?
Danielle: He's a warrior, Shannon! Leon has heart and he's been in these types of battles many times throughout his career! He knows what the fuck he's doing!
Syn is shocked that Leon kicked out and his eyes tell the story. He gets back up and waits for Leon to get to his feet. Leon slowly does so and Syn hits him with a clothesline to take him back down. Syn gets Leon up and goes for a snap suplex... but Leon blocks it and goes for one of his own... but Syn gets behind him... and drops him down with a neckbreaker and Leon immediately grabs his neck in pain.
DM: You have to wonder just how hurt is Leon here! We saw earlier tonight that he was not medically cleared to compete, yet Morgan Simmons forced him to compete!
Danielle: Morgan the idiot doesn't care about anybody's well being! She really doesn't give a damn about anybody but those within her own group, and even then, I seriously doubt she cares too much about them!
SS: I'll have you know that Morgan is a very caring individual! She's caring and she's nice and humble! She's a humanitarian!
Danielle and Desiree can't help but laugh out loud at the remarks Shannon just said.
DM (clearly laughing): Taint, this is the first good joke you've told in like... ever! Keep it up!
Danielle: I second this! It was hilarious!
Leon is in pain and Syn picks him back up. He hits him with an uppercut... and a second. After a bit, he goes for a suplex... but Leon blocks it and hits Syn with a Fisherman Buster! Immediately after, Leon hits the far ropes... Leg Drop! Leon brings Syn back to his feet and forces him against the ropes. He delivers a knee to the gut... and a second! Leon whips Syn across the ring and... Clothesline... NO! Syn ducks it. Syn springboards off the middle rope... REVERSE DDT... NO! Leon caught him during the back flip and sends him crashing down with a devastating German suplex.
Danielle: What did I say earlier? Leon might be 245 pounds, but he's got raw power and strength and can fuck anybody up with what he does in the ring!
SS: DAMMIT!
DM: Don't pay him any mind! He's easily butthurt!
Danielle: I figured that as much!
Leon drags Syn to the middle of the ring and grabs him by the legs... and attempts the Liontamer again, but for the second time in the match, Leon is dropped to the mat with a kick to the head by the PCW World Heavyweight Champion. Syn uses the ropes to help him get to his feet. Syn goes for a boot as Leon gets to his knees... but Leon ducked it. Leon is up to his feet, kicks Syn in the gut and hooks him in position...
DM: FIERY HEART! Leon hit Syn with the Fiery Heart!
SS: SHIT!
Danielle: Taint's going to hate that Leon has the cover!
SS: KICKOUT SYN! KICK OUT!!!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THRE---NO!!!!
DM: Syn got his foot on the bottom rope and this one is still on!
SS: Thank god, thank god, thank god! I can't stand Leon the retard, and I DON'T want him to win!
Danielle: Just like every PCW fan doesn't want to hear your idiotic ass commentate, but we don't all get what we want!
Leon brings Syn back to his feet. He forces Syn into the corner and runs up to him... AVALANCHE SPLASH! Leon backs off as Syn stumbles out. Leon goes for a big boot... but Syn rolls under to duck it. Leon turns around and rushes at Syn once more, but Syn catches wind of it and drops him with a drop toe hold. Syn goes to the top rope and Leon gets to his feet. Syn goes for a diving clothesline... but Leon ducks it and Syn lands on his feet. Leon attempts to capitalize by turning this into the Burial Ground, but Syn turns it into a crucifix headscissors and Leon is taken down.
DM: Nice counter from Syn! Turning a Tombstone Piledriver into a headscissors!
SS: And he's got control! Come on, Syn!
Danielle: Ugh! Such a fanboy!
Leon backs away from Syn and waits for him to get off the ropes. Syn gets a breather before turning around. Leon kicks him in the gut and goes for it... LIONHEART!!! NO!!! Syn manages to get out of it and has both of Leon's arms before dropping down...
DM: THE KILLING JOKE! SYN WITH THE KILLING JOKE TO LEON LONEWOLF!
SS: YES! HE DID IT! I KNEW HE COULD DO IT!
Danielle: God damn, quit yelling you useless bastard! Seriously!
DM: Will The Killing Joke end it here?!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match up by pinfall... the PCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... "THE MASTER OF SHADOWS"... SYN!!!
"Duality" by Slipknot hits and the crowd gives a mixed reaction as Syn gets his arm raised in victory.
DM: Syn with another victory, this time, taking out Leon Lonewolf!
SS: He's going to do that at Slamathon! I can tell!
Danielle: Bitch please! Don't count all your chickens before they hatch! He's got "The Lethal Latina" to worry about at Slamathon, and he's going to have a rough and painful night! I can promise you that!
Danielle takes off her headset, gets out of her seat and walks over to the time keepers table where she grabs both of the World title belts before getting into the ring. She looks at both of the titles and smirks. Syn looks blankly at her and Danielle raises the titles in the air to huge cheers from the Oakland crowd. She places them down for Syn to pick up. Syn looks at his belts and picks them up before entering a staredown with his challenger for his title.
DM: Syn and Danielle are staring one another down! Oh the tension here is evident!
SS: This is a battle between good and evil! Syn walks along the path of darkness while Danielle represents the good! And it's going to be a great contest no doubt!
While they are staring each other down, Leon is outside of the ring getting up. Curtis Wilkes hops the barricade with a steel chair. Leon gets up... and Curtis SMASHES Leon in the skull with the chair.
DM: GOOD GOD! LEON HAS BEEN SMASHED IN THE SKULL WITH THE CHAIR!
SS: I can support this! Certainly more than him and Smith Jones being held down in a below average group!
Curtis waits for Leon to get up again and just as Danielle and Syn turn around, the lights go out in the arena and the tron would suddenly erupt in static. The words “HE'S COMING” can be somewhat seen through the static on the tron.
DM: What the hell is this on our screens?!
SS: I have no clue! I'm sitting right here, I don't have magical sources either!
DM: Only when The Elite is around that is!
SS: Yeah... HEY!
Danielle, Syn and Curtis focus on the tron. Lightning strikes the top corners of the tron and a figure is revealed. The figure is in a black leather hooded trenchcoat with spikes covering it. His face is hidden by a plain, silver metallic mask, black gloves and black boots.
DM: There... there's a figure and he's on the stage! We can't even see his face at all!
SS: I'm wondering who the hell it is! This is intriguing!
DM: Everybody here wants to know who the hell it is! Even the ones at home want to know too!
The figure looks towards the ring down on one knee. Danielle and Syn look perplexed while Curtis has a sly smirk on his face. Leon is getting up... and Curtis CRACKS him in the skull again to take him down. Curtis looks back at the figure and nods his head before leaving through the crowd. The figure still looks toward the ring as we...
Fade to Black.
(c)2013 Premium Championship Wrestling. All Rights Reserved. Premium Championship Wrestling and its likeness is (c)2013 Baker-Money Ryder Productions, Inc.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on May 25, 2013 15:36:17 GMT -5
And now... the credits, yo! Give the fine men and woman all the credit for their contributions to this show.
Intro: Tom, Stryker and Me Wallace vs. Sexton: Me Danielle and Reaper get their title shots: Danielle Derek Jacobs vs. Kyle Sync: Me SJ Funk segment #1 (the arrival): Funk New Era destroys Nightrain: Dennis, Nathan and Nate Set Up/Tag Team title match: Reaper Post Match: Danielle Damon Warrens/Talia Skye segment: Nathan Talia/Danielle segment: Nathan and Danielle Dante vs. Lekkter: Reaper Syn Unveils the new PCW World Title: Tom Drako vs. Stryker: Me Crystal Alvarez interview and being attacked: Danielle Smith Jones vs. William Steele: Mariano Leon/Morgan segment: Me and Tyler Curtis vs. Brytain: Reaper Masked man attacks Da Dynasty: Me Matthews vs. Aurora: Me Post Match: George and Reaper SJ Funk segment (the in-ring promo): Funk Syn vs. Leon: Me Ending: Me
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