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Post by Papi El Sueno on Aug 31, 2013 15:04:29 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. [Wrestle Extravaganza IV: Summertime Smash was without question a smashing success, pun intended, but it was also an event mirrored with controversy due to the PCW World Heavyweight Championship match where Morgan Simmons screwed then-champion Danielle Lopez out of the title and awarded it to Syn, effectively making not just the former champ, but the new champ mad at her. At the event, two championships changed hands while two stays with their respective holders. With the landscape being completely changed, what will happen going forward?
Tonight, we witness the fallout of Wrestle Extravaganza IV and begin the road to Anarchy, and the main event is a Champions Showcase match between Syn, Ryan "The Reaper" Robinson and Brytain Montgomery, then we have PCW Hall of Famer Curtis Wilkes going up against "The God of War" Brian Stryker. Next, we have Izurat Karr to take on former PCW Platinum Champion "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews. We also have PCW Hall of Famer Yoshiru Long taking on one of the fastest rising stars in PCW today, Smith Jones.
As if that wasn't enough, we have the return of Paul Blair to wrestling as he teams up with Israel Steele to take on Alice Kennedy and Victoria of The Dark Apocalypse. Then we have Damon Warrens and Jane Isis facing each other in one on one action. We also have the main roster debut of "The KO Queen" Crystal Alvarez as she looks to continue her stellar run in wrestling as she faces The Lone Ranger. And we also have Alexis Knight making her professional wrestling debut as she faces Dr. Pain himself, Derek Jacobs.
We are PCW and we are proud to present to all of you...]"Sick of It" by Skillet blasts throughout the Humphrey Coliseum in Starkville, Mississippi as the sold out crowd of 10,575 fans are all on their feet, electrified. Fireworks and pyro blast off from the entrance stage as light blue strobes flow throughout the arena. The fireworks and pyro die down as the focus switches to the commentator's table where Desiree Miles and Shannon Saint sit at ringside.DM: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to another edition of Saturday Night Rapture, live on the Premium Television Network! Tonight's episode takes place from the Humphrey Coliseum in Starkville, Mississippi! I am the voice of PCW, Desiree Miles alongside Shannon Taint and we got a show for you guys! SS: No question! Coming off the heels of Wrestle Extravaganza IV: Summertime Smash, a very controversial show might I add! DM: Yeah... and the fallout for the show is massive, considering what that bitch Morgan Simmons did in our main event! SS: She was justified! DM: Bullshit, Taint! Absolute bullshit, but I'm not going to get more into this as I don't want to get too angry tonight, unless your stupid ass pisses me off Taint! Now let's run down this card shall we! SS: Gladly! We have a Champions Showcase match between the World, Platinum and Broadcast Champion's! Then the great Curtis Wilkes to go up against Brian Stryker! Jerry Matthews against Izurat Karr! And we have the Elite Yoshiru Long to go up against the great mean man Smith Jones! Then Paul Blair and Israel Steele team up against Alice Kennedy and Victoria in a tag team match! DM: They all sound great! But to add, we have Generation Next member Jane Isis to take on Damon Warrens! We also have the main roster debut of Team Lethality's Crystal Alvarez against The Lone Ranger! And in our opener, Alexis Knight makes her debut and faces Derek Jacobs! SS: It's gonna be a bangin' show for sure! Looking forward to it! The camera's pan to Smith and Mya who are walking through the backstage area holding hands. Jones is dressed to compete in all white. Mya is wearing a hot little gray miniskirt with a sexy red tank top. She has striped hi-socks on and a pair of red Chuck’s. Her hair is in pigtails tied with pink ribbons. Smith Jones has the PCW Broadcast Championship slung proudly over his shoulder. The shine from the belt gives Smith and Mya’s faces a golden hue.Monica Garcia: S&M. If I could have a moment of your time. Smith Jones: Time is the most powerful thing in the universe. Don’t waste it. Ask away. Monica Garcia: You two have been travelling with the Broadcast Championship. You went scuba diving with it and you climbed to the top of a volcano with it. How long do you plan on keeping that stolen belt? Smith Jones: Her title reign has been a farce from moment one. I’ve been more of a Broadcast Champion in the last two weeks than she’s been her entire reign! Every time you hear the sound of an ass hitting a seat you should think of Smith and Mya. We are why they watch; we are why the people are out there right now just DYING to hear ‘The Mighty Fall’ by Fall Out Boy play and find out if Smith Jones really does have what it takes to stand eye to eye with the legendary Yoshiru Long! How long do we plan on keeping this belt? Forever, Monica. Until the end of time. Monica Garcia: Mya, you attacked Brytain at Wrestle Extravaganza IV, beat her down with a pink crowbar, and cut out large chunks of her hair! Heading into Rapture, are you worried she may try to kidnap you again? Mya Denton: Monica, that was my revenge on the little she-devil. She doesn't want to piss me off again cause I guarantee you that she will get it 10 times worse. Monica Garcia: Going into to tonight’s match against Yoshiru Long, are you concerned at all about interference from Curtis Wilkes? Smith Jones: Wilkes had better stay away from ringside tonight. This is a very big match for me. I’ve got a lot to prove and I aim to prove it! When I saw my name up there on the card next to Yoshiru’s, my initial reaction was indeed a myriad of emotions, including fear. But the more I sat with the idea, the more tape I watched (his and mine) the more I started to see that there are enough cracks in his game for me to bust this thing wide open and turn the world upside down for a while… again. This match between Long and me tonight is going to have the wrestling world on the edge of its collective seat!!! The next PPV is Anarchy. Isn’t that right, Garcia? She nods.Smith Jones: What better way to symbolize the sentiment of Anarchy than for S&M to travel the entire world carrying Brytain Montgomery’s Broadcast belt!!! It’s Rapture’s 60th episode tonight, ladies! This is a big night for anyone associated with this company in any way! To celebrate the greatest wrestling company I’ve ever worked for, Mya will accompany me while I do something great! Tonight, for the first time since April, this shiny belt will be worn down to ringside by someone who truly embodies what the PCW Broadcast Championship is really all about. There is no other man, woman, child, or Hamster in all of Premium Championship Wrestling that deserves to be Broadcast Champion more than I do at this time. So, Bryte, sit quietly in your padded locker room and watch what a REAL CHAMPION looks like. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have some… pre-match rituals to get started on. Smith and Mya smile lovingly at each other as they stroll out of frame together.Monica Garcia: Let’s go back to ringside. The camera's shift back to ringside where Jimmy Wilkes is standing in the middle of the ring, getting ready to announce the contestants of our first match up of the night.Jimmy Wilkes: This is your opening contest for SATURDAY NIGHT RAPTURE and it is a handicap match, scheduled for ONE FALL! The crowd cheers.Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first! "Problem" by Natasha Kills comes on as red lights strobe around the arena. Alexis walks out wearing a leather jacket and is holding hands with Aurora. They both kiss each other on stage and make there way to the ring.Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, being accompanied by Aurora Rose, from Tampa, Florida, she is a member of Team Lethality... ALEXIS KNIGHT!!! They walk down the ramp and slap hands with the fans. They kiss each other again before Alexis slides in underneath the bottom rope. She takes off her leather jacket and places it in the corner before waiting for her opponent to come out.Jimmy Wilkes: And her opponent! "Hail to the King" by Avenged Sevenfold 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.*DING! DING! DING!*DM: And here we go! Our opening contest of this edition of Saturday Night Rapture is underway, and it's a Team Lethality member versus an associate of Team Lethality! SS: Morgan wants these little Team Lethality idiots to destroy each other! I love it! Once the bell has rang, Alexis runs at Jacobs... but Dr. Pain immediately catches her with an arm drag takedown. Alexis springs to her feet and nods her head. The two of them shake hands before locking up... and Jacobs gets the upperhand with a side headlock. Jacobs quickly takes her down with a snapmare takedown. As Alexis sits up, Jacobs springs off the ropes and goes for the boot... but Alexis drops down, causing Jacobs to miss. Alexis gets back to her feet and as Jacobs turns around, Alexis hits him with a jawbreaker to graze him a bit. Alexis goes to the top and as Jacobs turns around, Alexis dives off...DM: MISSILE DROPKICK! Alexis drops Jacobs down with the Missile Dropkick! SS: Kill each other you idiots! I want you all to die! DM: [sarcasm] Oh that's flattering... SS: Thank you! DM: I was being sarcastic, dumbass! We have a cover! Alexis could do it! ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!DM: Only a two count! Alexis waits for Jacobs to get to his feet. Jacobs gets up and Alexis starts hitting him with a few rights and lefts. She tries to whip him into a corner, but Jacobs isn't budging at all. She tries for it again, but instead, Jacobs whips her into the corner himself. He runs in... and hits Alexis Knight with a huge splash. Alexis slumps down to a seated position in the corner. Jacobs takes a few steps back before running in... and hits her with a Running hip attack to the head. Jacobs goes to Alexis and picks her up off from the turnbuckle before placing her on his shoulders... and dropping her down with a Double underhook backbreaker before going for the cover.ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!DM: Now Alexis with the kickout! But barely! SS: I want somebody to destroy the both of them! Like seriously! DM: Nobody cares what you want, dumbass! Jacobs grabs Alexis by the head and gets her up. He lands a right... and then a left... and comes back with a right... and another right... and yet another right. Jacobs continues to fire with some lefts and rights and eventually, Alexis ends up being dazed and confused. Jacobs once more whips Alexis into the corner. Jacobs then picks Alexis up and places her in position... and drops her down with a Vertical Suplex, before making another cover.ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!DM: Alexis kicks out once more! Jacobs is doing a damn good job on offense here! SS: He's steamed about what Toxic did two weeks ago! Jacobs goes to pick Alexis up, but Alexis has other ideas and takes him down by the legs. Alexis starts stomping at Jacobs to keep him grounded. She raises Jacobs up to his knees and Alexis bounces off the ropes. She comes back... and hits a side kick to the jaw of Derek Jacobs to bring him down to the mat. Alexis continues to stomp on Jacobs before getting him up and locking him in an Octopus hold, and transitions it into a headscissors armbar. Jacobs has nowhere to go here as he's trapped in the middle of the ring and referee Larry Smith is all over the action here. Alexis eventually releases the hold and then kicks at the arm to injure it worse.DM: Alexis Knight is doing a damn good job here! She's taking out one of the strong arms of Derek Jacobs! SS: She should have went for the legs! DM: But most of Derek's strength comes from his arms though. That's how he does the vast majority of his power moves! Smart strategy really! Alexis drags Jacobs by the arm to the nearest ring. He pulls the arm back... and slams it into the ring post to cause Jacobs to writhe in pain. Alexis slides back in the ring and delivers a knee drop onto the arm. Jacobs' arm only gets more damaged and Alexis has a wicked smile on her face as she is surveying the damage she has done. She gets Jacobs to his knees and places Derek's head underneath her arm before she drops him down with a Snap DDT. Alexis then makes the cover.ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!DM: This time Jacobs kicks out! What a battle this has been? SS: Yep! DM: Oh be quiet, Taint! Alexis is beside herself as she gets to her feet and goes to the top rope, but Jacobs gets to his feet and cuts her off at the pass. Jacobs goes up there and climbs after her. He goes for a superplex but Alexis is blocking it at every turn and hits him with a few shots, with the fourth shot being enough to knock him back down to the mat. Jacobs is slow to get back up and Alexis dives off... and hits him with a Hurricanrana. Jacobs gets to a seated position and Alexis bounces off the ropes. She comes back... and nails him with a seated dropkick right on the button.DM: What a dropkick! Alexis is in complete control! Alexis gets Jacobs up and she tries to lift Jacobs... but Derek is too big for her to lift up. She gets out and kicks him in the gut and tries for a Stunner... but Jacobs grabs Alexis from behind and hits her with a Full Nelson Bomb... but Alexis rolls out of the ring to the outside. Jacobs rolls out of the ring after her and Larry Smith begins to implement the mandated ten count.ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!Jacobs goes to pick Alexis up, but Alexis has other plans and kicks Jacobs in the face to cause him to rest against the steel steps.THREE!!!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!Alexis runs up and hits a dropkick to Jacobs on the steps.SIX!!!!
SEVEN!!!!
EIGHT!!!!Alexis rolls in to stop the count, but she quickly rolls back out. She brings Jacobs back to a vertical standing and rolls him back into the ring before sliding back in herself. She perches herself onto the top rope and once Jacobs dives off, she dives off for a Hurricanrana... but Jacobs catches her! He then tries for the Payday, but Alexis is blocking that at every turn. He tries for it again, but Alexis knees him in the side of the head... and turns it into a Tornado DDT! Alexis is momentarily down before crawling to Jacobs and she has the cover.ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THRE---NO!!!!DM: OH MY! I thought Alexis had that, but Jacobs just barely managed to get his shoulder up at the last possible second! SS: I'll admit, that was close, still dislike these two though! DM: [sarcastically speaking] How shocking! Jacobs slowly gets to his feet, but Alexis is quick to stay on Doctor Pain by hitting him with a kick to the mid-section. She goes for another one, but Jacobs blocks it. Now Jacobs goes for a right, but Alexis blocks it, and hits another side kick to the jaw to graze him. Alexis sees this and capitalizes with a Stunner to take him down. Alexis takes a moment to recover before going back to the Arial game. Jacobs is back up and Alexis dives off, going for a Seated Senton... NO! Jacobs catches her on arrival. He has her up before dropping down...DM: SITOUT POWERBOMB! Jacobs with a nice counter there and down goes Alexis Knight! SS: I LOVE it! Love seeing these Team Lethality morons just destroy each other! It's great! DM: Now Jacobs with the cover! This could slam the door shut on Alexis winning! ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THRE---NO!!!!DM: NO! Alexis gets her foot on the bottom rope and this match will continue! SS: Thought that big oaf Jacobs had the match won! But that was still damn good though! Jacobs cracks his neck and raises his arm in the air. He brings Alexis back to her feet and forces her into the corner and runs up... BIG SPLASH! Jacobs backs off as Alexis is resting in the corner. Jacobs soon grabs her and lifts her up... and hits her with the Snake Eyes. Jacobs immediately runs the ropes and as he comes back, Alexis turns around and Jacobs goes for it...DM: BIG BOOT! Jacobs with the Big Boot to the skull of Alexis Knight! SS: Dr. Pain is in control here! He just may have it! Jacobs shakes off the cobwebs in his arm and he signals that he's going to finish the match off. He's waiting to go for The Payday... but suddenly, the lights go off in the arena and "Wherever I May Roam" by Metallica hits the PA system in the arena.DM: I love Metallica and all, but who the fuck in this company is using this song as their theme? SS: I don't know! Jacobs looks at the ramp and the lights go back on and it's Toxic members Stevie Fabulous and Jesse Fabulous who's standing there on the ramp with smiles on their faces.DM: REALLY? This again? SS: Jacobs' dared them to come on down and Toxic does NOT back down from challenges! DM: Yeah... bullshit on that one! Jacobs yells from across the ring at The Hollywood Glamor Boys who stand there with smiles on their faces. Jacobs turns back to the action and Alexis Knight kicks him directly in the face to graze him before deciding to once more lock him in an Octopus hold, and transitions it into a headscissors armbar.DM: My god! That's a deadly hold and for the second time in this match, Alexis Knight has it perfectly applied! SS: Jacobs' may have to tap out! I can't see him going much further! Alexis wrenches the submission hold further and further. Jacobs is stuck in no man's land and the pain is unbearable. After being in the hold for a minute, Jacobs eventually taps and the match ends there.*DING! DING! DING!*Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by submission... ALEXIS KNIGHT!!! "Problem" by Natasha Kills hits and Alexis gets her hand raised in the air as the crowd cheers. Aurora Rose joins her and they hug and kiss each other.DM: Congratulations to Alexis Knight on attaining her first victory in PCW! SS: Eh! It was a'ight! DM: What do you mean it was "a'ight"? It was a damn good match you negative bitch! SS: I'll give them that, it was a good match, but I still hate those Team Lethality idiots! DM: We hate you too, fatty! Alexis and Aurora help Jacobs to his feet and they all fist bump with each other, but that's short lived as Stevie Fabulous and Jesse Wright start taking the fight to Aurora and Alexis. However, Jacobs recovers and begins to help them in the fight against The Hollywood Glamor Boys.DM: Toxic fucked with a match, but my god, they are paying for it! SS: Argh! Come on guys, take these idiots down! The Hollywood Glamor Boys are staying in the fight, but Aurora, Alexis and Jacobs aren't letting them have it. Jesse tries to go for some makeup powder, but Aurora catches him with a kick right down south before placing him in position and goes for it...DM: THORNED! Aurora with the Belly to back inverted mat slam on Jesse Wright! Aurora then kicks Jesse out of the ring. Stevie tries to fight Jacobs, but Derek isn't exactly moving any. However as he turns around, Alexis spears him to the mat. Derek and Alexis look at each other and nod before Jacobs picks Stevie up and places him onto his shoulders. Alexis climbs to the top and then dives off...DM: MY GOD! Alexis just hit the top rope clothesline as Jacobs had Stevie in the Electric Chair position! SS: NO! NO! NO! Now with both Hollywood Glamor Boys laid out, Alexis, Aurora and Jacobs raise each others arms in the air as "Problem" by Natasha Kills hits throughout the arena and the crowd cheers very loudly.DM: Toxic just got KNOCKED THE FUCK OUT! SS: Stop celebrating! DM: I'll stop when you quit blowing loads in your pants when The Elite and S&M do something that catches your eye! SS: .... DM: In any case, we're going to take a commercial break! We'll be back with more PCW action after these messages! **COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Aug 31, 2013 15:06:33 GMT -5
DM: Welcome back to Saturday and as everybody has seen, two weeks ago, the biggest travesty in Premium Championship Wrestling history had occurred! I'm talking about what transpired at the end of the PCW World Heavyweight Championship match between Danielle Lopez and Syn!
SS: It was good for business! Morgan even said it herself!
DM: BULLSHIT! Absolute bullshit!
"Duality" by Slipknot began playing on the PA and the crowd gave a loud mixed reaction as the lights dimmed and an eerie green fog began to fill up the ringside area, signaling the arrival of The New PCW World Heavyweight Champion. The crowd got even louder as Syn limped onto the stage with his cane a few moments later, flanked by the members of Project Venom behind him. He looks far worse than he did two weeks ago health wise, and looked as if he could barely stand as he stood there.
SS: Damn! Syn's not looking too good!
DM: You don't say! He can barely walk, let alone stand! He should not have competed two weeks ago!
He looks around for a moment, before he began limping down the isle. The fans and commentators immediately notice that Syn does not have the title with him as he makes it to ringside and is helped into the ring, while the members of Project Venom spread themselves out at the base of the ramp.
SS: This could be a sticky situation!
DM: It already is a situation, Taint! Morgan made it worse two weeks ago with the stunt she pulled!
SS: True, but notice how the PCW World Heavyweight Championship belt isn't with him!
DM: I have noticed! I want to know just why he doesn't have it on him!
Syn grimaces in pain, before he pulls a microphone out of his trench coat. His voice was a little raspy as he spoke.
Syn: As all of you can see, I'm not carrying The World Heavyweight Title with me this evening. So allow me to explain to you why that is. To give you a glimpse into what went on at The Wrestle Extravaganza event, and how it has not only affected me, and not only the members of the roster. But how it has come to affect all of you as well.
Syn leans on his cane slightly as he pauses for a moment, before he continues to speak.
Syn: Two weeks ago....two weeks ago I wrestled my first match back in Premium Championship Wrestling in close to two months. A match that should never have happened for several reasons, if we are to be honest. But I digress. I took this match despite the fact that I'm not to be cleared for another 4 months at the earliest, but I did not take it with the intent to win. I was beyond caring about if I won this match, or if I were to lose. I did not take it with the desire to end the nauseating little fairy-tale that was the title reign of our former World Champion. And, contrary to popular belief....I did not come with the intent to cripple Danielle Lopez, either.
The crowd murmured to themselves at that as Syn continued to speak.
Syn: No, no. That would not have been good enough of a punishment for me, all things considered. I wanted her to suffer, just as I had. I wanted her to walk around for the two week period leading into the event and lie. Lie to you, the fans, to her little "Team", to her family that everything would be fine. That all would end well, knowing that there was a chance that she would not walk away from this match...
He twitches slightly in agitation as he continued.
Syn: ...That there was a chance, that I would attempt to end her life, just as she... "Inadvertently" ended mine.
SS: She's a murderer!
DM: Oh shut up, idiot! You know that was not on purpose! A blind Stevie Wonder locked in the basement would know that Danielle would never do anything like that on purpose!
The crowd was deathly silent, hung on every word Syn was saying. His expression changed to one of annoyance as he began speaking again.
Syn: But....it seems I was not the only one who had a design in mind for this event, was I? Our... "Esteemed" General Manager, for some inexplicable reason, decided to inject herself into this, and in the process has tainted not just an event, not just matters for myself or my opponent, but for PCW's history as well. In her actions, she's cheated Danielle Lopez out of her World Heavyweight Championship-
That was as far as Syn got, before the crowd began booing loudly, not too happy at being reminded of the fact. Syn twitched again, before sneering slightly as he spoke.
Syn: Yes, such a pity. And while a good deal of the roster wished to see the title removed from her person, if only to cease the incessant grandstanding she seemed to enjoy doing so much, I doubt that they wanted it done that way. Morgan cheated me out of the little bit of vengeance that I rightly deserved to obtain. But perhaps the most damning of all, was that she cheated PCW as a whole out of history.
The boos stop as the crowd looked a little confused as to what Syn meant.
SS: What the hell is he talking about?
DM: You idiot, you know exactly what he's talking about, and I'm actually inclined to agree with him here despite our allegiances!
Syn: Going into this match, There has never been a person in the history of PCW to have held the World Heavyweight Championship on more than one occasion. Not Wilkes, not Long, not Morrison. No one has been able to hold this belt more than once.....except for now. And the moment, which is supposed to be a historical one, was taken from you in an act of cowardice by our General Manager. That is why I do not have the belt with me.
At hearing this, the crowd booed louder than before, starting a "Fuck you, Morgan" chant as Syn looked on.
SS: HEY! You can't chant that about our great General Manager!
DM: I can say a lot of things about our "esteemed" General Manager, but great isn't one of them! Not by a long shot!
After a few moments, Syn silenced the chants and continued to speak
Syn: Now, do not confuse my actions as a supposed appeal to you, or as a way to place myself in a sympathetic light in the eyes of the masses or the roster. I do not do this for any of you, and I couldn't care less about what she's cost everyone else at this point....but after all that has happened, I feel a little entitled to having a few questions answered. And it seems everyone thinks that they have the answers I desire.
Syn's lips curved into a dark smirk.
Syn: Why don't we get to it then, Danielle and Morgan. No more half measures, no more waiting. Just the three of us, and the entire viewing audience. I'll even have Project Venom leave the ringside area as a gesture of good faith if either of you have the intestinal fortitude to come down here.
Syn motioned for the three clowns to do as he had instructed, and all three silently left the foot of the ramp and hopped over the guard rails, walking up to the spot in the crowd that the three seemed to occupy every week. Syn watched as they left, before he looked patiently towards the stage, waiting to see if either Danielle or Morgan would take him up on his offer.
DM: I wonder who's going to come out from the back?
SS: It's either the former World Champ, or the GM herself!
After seconds of waiting and anticipation, the lights turn out and "Du Hast" by Rammstein hits to huge boos from the crowd. Morgan Simmons walks out and the crowd's booing only gets louder. She slowly walks down the ramp and the crowd is heckling her badly. She rips a sign up that says "Morgan is a fat bitch" before walking up the steps and getting into the ring. She grabs a microphone from the stage hand and begins to speak.
Morgan Simmons: You want answers, right Syn?
Syn stands there and doesn't utter a word or move.
Morgan Simmons: Well I'll get to that in a minute. But let's go down memory lane. Nearly two years ago, we decided to become allies in PWW, mainly to cause chaos all around us. Two dominating groups doing damage to everybody who gets in their way was... a good plan.
Syn's not moving an inch.
Morgan Simmons: Fast forward to when PCW came back. Although at the time, Toxic wasn't contracted to this company, we were going to make our presence known, yet a particular bland and boring individual was constantly putting himself in the way of ruining our destructive alliance. In my mind, I knew if we were to keep our affiliation, we would continue to do good business, and although I hate this particular man with every fiber being in my soul, and I always will - but James Baker made the smartest decision he could make by firing that talentless idiot and I'm truthful when I say this, but aligning with that particular joke would have drug you down to the levels of mediocrity and irrelevance he resides - and you know that's the truth.
Syn briefly nods his head for some reason before allowing Morgan to continue.
Morgan Simmons: Syn, you and I are more of the same. In a lot of ways, we are the same person. Keeping our alliance was a reason why I had opened up about myself to you when I don't open up to a damn soul.
Morgan pauses for a brief moment and the crowd's boos are nearly overwhelming for her.
Morgan Simmons: Will you people SHUT UP!
The crowd boos even louder and it's now a deafening amount of hate for the General Manager of PCW.
Morgan Simmons: And the initial goal of our alliance was the reason why I had decided to do what I did at Wrestle Extravaganza. Two year conflict with Danielle Lopez and Team Lethality aside, I did this to make an impact, to make one that would bring this company down to it's very knees because despite being the General Manager, I want this whole place to bow to me and I want everybody here to fucking worship me like the god damn ruler I am. Because I am Morgan fucking Simmons... and I am... THAT. DAMN. AMAZING!
The crowd boos loudly as Morgan soaks in the reaction.
DM: Oh of course. Be proud that you did that, you dumb bitch!
SS: She should be proud! She and Terrell did themselves justice!
DM: Justice my ass, Taint! Everybody can agree that THAT... was bullshit!
Just as Syn and Morgan were about to continue their exchange, "Still I Rise" by Shadows Fall hits and the crowd comes unglued with cheers as Danielle Lopez comes out with a Team Lethality t-shirt over a pair of jeans and heel boots and a microphone in her hand along with a bandage that covers the cut she received. She's seething with anger from what happened two weeks ago. She stands on the stage and looks directly towards the ring. Once her music dies down, she begins to speak.
Danielle Lopez: I'm sorry to interrupt your tender loving moment here. But I have something very important I want to say. Something the people need to know and more importantly Syn, this is something YOU need to know as well.
Syn tilts his head just a bit and looks at Danielle with a blank expression on his face.
Danielle Lopez: Oh yes. Now I warned Morgan that if she were ever to fuck with me or screw me over, she would pay in kind and that I would expose her for all of the fucking bullshit she has done. And as everybody knows, she screwed me out of the PCW World Heavyweight Championship against you at Wrestle Extravaganza, and she robbed you of trying to take me out, which I'll save my view on that for another day.
Danielle twirls the microphone around and paces back and forth on the stage before speaking again.
Danielle Lopez: But since you decided to fuck me over and take away the one thing I worked my ass off for four years. I figured I would take this upon myself and oh I don't know... show a little something to each and every person in this arena, and especially the crazy motherfucker standing in the ring with you right now. In other words, it's time to reveal... THE TRUTH!
DM: Oh boy! I know what's coming!
SS: You've got to be kidding me?
Danielle smirks and the crowd cheers before she continues.
Danielle Lopez: Not to take up anymore time, let's roll the footage, shall we?
On the PremiumTron, the scene opens up backstage, this is after the March 2nd, 2013 edition of Saturday Night Rapture, the night Jay Thunder became the PCW World Heavyweight Champion by defeating an injured Adrien Cochrane to win the belt. In the Toxic locker room sits Morgan Simmons and Jimmy Gambino alone.
Morgan Simmons: Well Jay's the champion now, thankfully.
Jimmy Gambino: Oh yeah. Very happy indeed.
Morgan Simmons: Now we can get the plan in motion with a new champion.
Jimmy Gambino: We're still going with it?
Morgan Simmons: Damn right. I want us to destroy this company from within and I want Syn as the champion. We're all going to destroy this company together. You, me and Terrell.
Jimmy Gambino: I don't know...
Morgan Simmons: You're having doubts?
Jimmy Gambino: Just a little.
Morgan Simmons: Maybe... this... will change your mind.
Morgan leans in and kisses Jimmy Gambino. The two of them kiss passionately before breaking it.
Jimmy Gambino: Damn... that was good.
Morgan Simmons: If you stick with me, there's more where that came from.
Jimmy Gambino: Alright, let's plan.
The video ends and the crowd isn't sure how to react. Morgan is clearly embarrassed and sort of angry.
Danielle Lopez: Don't fear, that's not the only video I have in store. Roll the second one.
The second video opens up to backstage during the June 8th, 2013 edition of Saturday Night Rapture. In the General Manager's office, we have Jimmy Gambino sitting in the chair and Morgan sitting in another one. The two of them are having a conversation, already in progress.
Morgan Simmons: I like that things are shaping up very nicely around here.
Jimmy Gambino: I still don't know about this.
Morgan Simmons: What do you mean?
Jimmy Gambino: I'm not sure we should be doing this.
Morgan Simmons: Look, we made a mistake making Syn the World Heavyweight Champion. A huge one. I don't like the fact that Danielle is challenging for the title, but I want Syn out of the equation, even if it means I have to have that bitch as the champion.
Jimmy Gambino: What on earth do you mean?
Morgan Simmons: Now Danielle will never play ball with us. Her and I hate each other and that will never change, but I want to take Syn out of the equation... permanently while pinning all of this on her.
Jimmy Gambino: I see what you mean. What happens if it fails?
Morgan Simmons: Trust me, it's not going to fail. This is plan proof. We bribe Jack Payne into allowing the match to continue if something bad were to happen to that injured eye of Syn's, effectively making him go against his better judgement, and at the same time, we make Danielle out to look like a barbarian who did this on purpose.
Jimmy Gambino: I see...
Morgan Simmons: It's a war zone Jimmy. A complete war zone out there. And I want them all to go against each other while we watch.
Morgan gets up and walks away with a smile on her face and Jimmy just shakes his head. We go back to the ring where Syn looks Morgan in the face and he's none too happy right now.
Danielle Lopez: Now before something happens, there's more which is really juicy. Roll it.
The third video plays on the tron and we open up backstage just before the July 20th edition of Saturday Night Rapture is on the air. Morgan Simmons and Terrell Ryder are sitting together rather comfortably.
Terrell Ryder: I must say, you're doing a wonderful job as the General Manager of PCW!
Morgan Simmons: Thank you Terrell. It's an honor to get your endorsement.
Terrell Ryder: In more ways than one might I add...
Terrell says while looking down at Morgan's chest. He likes what he sees. Morgan looks at Terrell and smiles.
Morgan Simmons: I know bringing Jimmy along on this little plan would be difficult, but I had no earthly idea that it was like pulling teeth.
Terrell Ryder: Well when you have people like him, you have to bring them along in anyway you possibly can. You know I love your plan and I think it will work with ease.
Terrell says while his hand runs up and down Morgan's thigh.
Morgan Simmons: Well it is hard, but I guess at the end of the day, some people just aren't cut out for the job.
Morgan lays her head against Terrell's shoulder for comfort. With his arm free, Terrell wraps his around Morgan and sits there with her.
Terrell Ryder: It'll be okay. Trust me. Now what's your plan for Wrestle Extravaganza IV?
Morgan Simmons: Easy. I figured we would give Syn his rematch whether he's medically cleared or not and to ensure everything goes to plan, I will be the special guest referee.
Terrell Ryder: [smiles evil like] I love it. Makes things perfect.
Morgan Simmons: Indeed. That way, both of them can be taken out of the equation and then I can find a more suitable PCW World Heavyweight Champion. And Jimmy's going to have to take orders like a good soldier and deliver the announcement to Danielle to rile her up.
Terrell Ryder: What if he doesn't comply?
Morgan Simmons: Then I'll simply fire him. Simple enough.
Terrell Ryder: That works.
Morgan Simmons: Now I have a show to run. Terrell, it was great talking to you and I should be by later if that's okay.
Terrell Ryder: Fine with me.
Morgan and Terrell now share a kiss before they go their separate ways. We go back to the arena where Morgan is shouting obscenities towards Danielle's direction, while Syn continues to look at the General Manager like he wants to kill her. Danielle paces back and forth on the ramp before speaking once more.
Danielle Lopez: You see Morgan, you decided to fuck with my career and you fucked with Syn's. You were fucking with people's lives, while also being a bit of a slut in the process. Hopping from Jimmy Gambino's bed to Terrell Ryder's. Wouldn't be surprised if you were fucking both of them at the same time.
The crowd "ooooh's" while Morgan is getting more infuriated.
Danielle Lopez: Now that the cat's out of the bag. I have one more thing that I want, and that's my rightful rematch for the PCW World Heavyweight Championship at Anarchy on October 12th. And Morgan, before you or Terrell even attempt to turn that request down, you have no legs to stand on anymore. I exposed you for the corrupt fraud you are and you have an angry man standing in the ring with you, so I advise you to accept my request.
Danielle pauses before continuing.
Danielle Lopez: And to add to my point. I'll let Syn choose the match up. I don't really care at this point, I want my title back and I want to do this in an environment where it's fair and square, no bullshit. Have at it if you will.
Danielle pauses and looks around at the crowd before speaking again.
Danielle Lopez: Now before you take her head off Syn, I'd like to add one more thing towards her direction and you can have at it. You see you dumb fucking bitch, you took away one of the few things I truly cared about. You had this elaborate plan all planned out and honestly, it could have worked... BUT, you messed with the wrong type of people. You decided to further wake up the beast that is inside of me. You didn't think I had this side of me. I knew something was off the moment you became the General Manager so I decided to set some things up and see how you would do.
Morgan's only getting more angry as Danielle continues to speak.
Danielle Lopez: With some very close people I know, whom I won't name out of respect and protection of their identities, but there are definitely some more secrets that Morgan isn't telling. Some within the confines of her own group, and she's alienated enough people from Toxic to the point where they have spilled the beans. This will all start coming out sooner than later. But right now Morgan... right now, you're in a world full of shit. Syn, do whatever you want to the dumb bitch, I'll see you at Anarchy.
Before Danielle could get backstage, Syn rose the mic to his lips to speak, his eyes never leaving Morgan as his voice echoed throughout the arena.
Syn: Do not make....the foolish assumption that this exonerates you in any way, Danielle.
She pauses, before looking over her shoulder at the ring, an angry glare still on her face from earlier as he continued speaking.
Syn: If anything, this just gives us a bit more to...."Talk" about in the very near future. And as for our match....you'll find that out in two weeks.
Danielle stared for a few moments, before giving a short nod as she walked backstage. Syn's full attention then turned to Morgan, who took a step back at the pure hatred and loathing in Syn's eyes. Syn limped forward as his eyes locked onto hers, before he spoke.
Syn: I suspected this for a while, Morgan. After all, any fool could piece together that you had more involvement in this than the pack of lies that came from your putrid mouth moments ago. You didn't inform Mr. Payne of the regulation to stop the match...and paid him off to look the other way. You forced the company doctor to clear me just weeks removed from not only dying on a hospital bed, but after a very serious surgery, despite protests from wrestlers and doctors alike.
With each sentence, Syn began stalking closer and closer to her, his voice becoming more colder and his hatred becoming more noticeable. Morgan backed against the ropes as Syn stood right in front of her, before he leaned right next to her ear.
Syn: [Icily] I should crush your throat and do away with you right here and now, and rid myself of you from not only my life, but my profession as well...
The crowd roared at hearing this, and began egging Syn on with chants of "Do it!" as Morgan looked at him with a horrified expression.
SS: Syn wouldn't fucking dare! She's our General Manager! She's his Boss!
DM: Like that's gonna stop the guy! He pulled a freaking sword out on her at the PPV, remember!?
SS:...NO! SYN! DON'T DO IT!
DM: She made her bed, Taint! Now the bitch has to lay in it!
Syn:.....But I won't. Not yet.
The crowd's cheers turned to boos at Syn saying that.
DM: What? Why not!?
SS: Haha! I knew Syn was too smart to do something like that!
DM: He said YET, fatass!
Syn: I want you to suffer in a hell of your own design, and watch helplessly as you realize that what happens....and who it happens to...is all on your head.
Syn then lowered the Mic as he whispered something more into her ear. Morgan's expression never changed, but her skin became more pale as the seconds ticked by. He finally moved away from her and his lips curled into an evil smirk, before he spoke again.
Syn: And when it is all said and done.....when you've lost all that you plotted to gain, and you have no one to protect you after I've taken them all away....then, I'll grant you a merciful release from your misery. A permanent...release.
Syn then dropped his mic and was helped out of the ring by a stage hand as "Duality" played, before he began limping up the ramp. Morgan still has not recovered in the ring, and actually looked more terrified as she stood there.
SS: What do you think he said?
DM: I don't know what Syn said, but I have never seen that look in the eyes of Morgan! Whatever it was, she deserves every last bit of it!
Syn stopped at the top of the ramp, and gingerly turned around. He then slowly rose his arms, cane still in hand, and did the crucifix taunt as he smiled evilly at Morgan, who still has not moved from her spot in the ring.
DM: Morgan Simmons is still stone-faced! I mean seriously, she hasn't moved an inch!
SS: This is too damn surreal! Never have we seen the General Manager like this before!
DM: As I said, she had this coming for a long time and knowing the tones that both Danielle and Syn have indicated, there's more to come, no question about it!
SS: I think Morgan may have bitten off more than she can chew here!
DM: We're going to cut to commercial, we'll be back after this!
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Aug 31, 2013 15:07:24 GMT -5
HaleStorms "I Get Off" plays around the arena and out comes Charlie Luzon in street wear, he waves to his fans that are cheering for him, as well as those that don't like him. As he comes down, he does a little dance to the ring, before getting to the ring, he jumps onto it and enters in a notable and in his more signature way ever, by going over the middle rope and bending down, slowly rising up, now that he is fully inside. Once in, Charlie was given a microphone.
Charlie Luzon: "Hello Starkville! Is everyone having a good time?
There was a loud YES! Chant heard from the audience.
Charlie Luzon: "Well good....GOOD! I'm hoping you enjoy tonight's show, we have a bunch of great matches going on for you tonight.....however, that is not why I am out here today, (WHAT?) no no no no no, there's a totally different reason as to why I am here, (WHAT?) you see, I had a small problem steaming from what has transpired in Wrestle Extravaganza (WHAT?) a problem that has been bugging me since....well winning the Scars of Wrestling Cup *smiles* (WHAT?) and that happens to be this mundane and totally pointless war between Morgan Simmons Toxic group and Team Lethality.
*Short pause as there is some cheers heard throughout*
Charlie Luzon: Now first, let me start off by saying I don't give a fuck about you guys wanting to kill each other.....I don't, HOWEVER! I DO in fact, have a problem with you guys interfering in my match all of a sudden. Who the hell do you bitches think you are? I think it was certain during the match that I can easily take down Derek Jacobs....whatever his name is by MYSELF *eye rolls* I mean really now.....the last thing I need is for you guys to steal the spotlight from me, you already HAD your little exposure, now you should move over because I am the one who is going to make an impact in PCW, go somewhere else for this war, we all know that nobody is going to care anyways!! Besides, I..."
Charlie is then interrupted by the sound of the Toxic theme song. The crowd immediately goes to boos as Christina Fierce, Dana Simmons, Luke Davis, Brittany Kinary and Kevin Smith and Joe Grizzly of the Metal Head Express come out. They walk to the ring with a purpose in their demeanors. Christina yanks a microphone from out of a stagehand's possesion and Toxic gets into the ring.
Christina Fierce:[/i] I suggest you learn your place before you get your ass kicked.
Charlie rolls his eyes and Christina speaks.
Christina Fierce: I know what the Scars Cup may have looked like but if you really think we did to help YOU of all people. You my friend, are sadly mistaken. We really don't care for you in all honesty. Derek Jacobs needed to be punished for his participation in helping humilate our great and glorious General Manager.
The crowd boos loudly.
Christina Fierce: Now fortunately, or unfortunately for you, whichever one you want to pick, it just happened to come during your match. We saw the opportunity to strike. You just happened to have been in the wrong place at the wrong time. You're damn lucky we didn't strike to kick your ass as well.
The crowd's boos for Toxic only get louder, but Christina is not fazed one bit.
Christina Fierce: But that damn Team Lethality just haaaaaad to interfere in plans like they always do. They take after the head barbarian herself Danielle Lopez who DESERVED to get screwed out of the World Heavyweight Championship two weeks ago.
Now the crowd boos louder and they even throw stuff, one of them hitting Christina in the head.
Christina Fierce: I DON'T LIKE THINGS BEING FUCKING THROWN AT ME GOD DAMMIT!!!
The crowd boos loudly but suddenly, "Lift Me Up" by Five Finger Death Punch feat. Rob Halford hits and the crowd's reaction turns to a thunderous amount of cheers as Mariah Lopez comes out with a microphone in her hand but she's not alone as fellow Team Lethality members Rachel Robinson, Tom Pendergrass, TJ Parks and Aurora Rose are behind her. Mariah begins to speak on the microphone as Team Lethality walks down the isle.
Mariah Lopez: I hope we're not interrupting anything important, not like I care in the slightest.
Mariah says as she walks up the steps and enters the ring while her teammates all slide in underneath the ropes. They'll now all in the ring and Mariah continues.
Mariah Lopez: But let's get to it. Mr. Charlie, Adonis Factor, whatever the hell you want to go by. You have only been here for a cup of coffee and two donuts. While we for the most part, have had no reason to have any sort of beef against you, I do advise for you to watch your words when it comes to talking about us. Just for future references so don't go getting all bent out of shape.
Mariah says with a serious tone in her voice, but soon after, she continues.
Mariah Lopez: But I figure I'll explain why Tom, Rachel and I were out there during your match. It's quite simple really. We saw Toxic was going to mess up another match like they have done before, and enough was enough. It's no secret that they and us have been at odds for the last two years now, dating all the way back to when Team Lethality went under a different name. We at Team Lethality had to deliver justice and lets be honest for a moment Charlie, although you are capable of defending yourself, if we never came, what's to say they wouldn't have done the same thing they did to Derek? Christina over here is full of shit so take her words with a grain of salt.
Mariah pauses for a moment and lets the fans cheer and chant for Team Lethality before continuing to speak.
Mariah Lopez: And Christina you talentless little bitch. You really think calling us barbarians is an insult to any of us? Hell, I'm damn proud to be called a barbarian. It's rather fitting for all of us considering what we do and all. Maybe in the process, we can call Toxic the group of bumbling idiots and two dollar whores who cannot do shit other than being the easiest bitches in professional wrestling. How would you idiots like that?
Mariah drops the microphone and she stares at Christina who stares right back. During the staredown, Dana Simmons strikes Mariah. Right after the strike that instigated it all, Aurora Rose goes after Dana and starts hitting her with lefts and rights. Everybody else starts to brawl and Luke Davis hits Charlie Luzon with a right hand to the face.
DM: Look at them go! Toxic had to take the cheap shot, and now it's an all out brawl!
SS: Beat their asses Toxic!
All members of Toxic look to have the upperhand so far. Christina and Mariah are exchanging blows while Aurora Rose and Dana Simmons are doing the same and Tom Pendergrass and TJ Parks are on the receiving end of shots by The Metal Head Express as well as Rachel Robinson and Brittany Kinary going to blows. The Toxic members definitely have the upperhand here, but the tide quickly turns as Charlie Luzon blocks a clothesline attempt by Luke Davis - and turns it into a hurricanrana that sends Luke out of the ring.
DM: Charlie has just gotten rid of Luke Davis!
SS: Come on Toxic! Fight back!
The momentum has officially turned into Team Lethality's favor as Tom and TJ have The Metal Head Express on the ropes before disposing of them by clotheslining them over the top rope. On the outside of the ring, Rachel Robinson has Brittany Kinary at a disadvantage and soon after, she hits her with the Ace of Darkness II to take her out of the equation.
DM: Toxic's getting disposed here! Luke Davis is gone, The Metal Head Express are no more and now it's bye bye to Brittany Kinary!
On the other side of the ring, Mariah Lopez and Aurora Rose are taking it right to Christina Fierce and Dana Simmons respectively. Mariah delivering kick after kick to Christina before hitting her with a superkick that sends her over the top rope and down to the floor. Meanwhile, Aurora has Dana at a disadvantage and kicks her in the gut before placing her in position for Thorned - BUT Luke Davis recovers in time to grab Dana by the legs and he, Dana, a fatigued Brittany Kinary and the rest of Toxic retreat to huge boos from the crowd.
DM: Team Lethality and Charlie Luzon have cleaned out and Toxic's running away like a bunch of cowards!
Team Lethality celebrates one upping Toxic, Charlie, although not feeling it, was happy as well at getting rid of them off the ring, Mariah goes towards Charlie and puts her hand out, Charlie looks at her and the rest of the group with a semi-monotone look on his face, he looks around the audience, who is urging him to give Mariah a handshake. Charlie pondered for a bit, then he smirks, he raises his microphone instead.
Charlie Luzon: "*Laughs* Don't get it twisted Mariah, we MAY have a mutual dislike towards Toxic, but this doesn't mean we will team up buddy buddy or whatever, oh no, I'm fine being on my own dear, your group and Toxic should just take this little war you're all having and go bloody yourselves stupid for all I care"
He steps up to Mariah a little closer, getting in her face.
Charlie Luzon: "The only thing you guys need to do is stay out of my fucking way, especially when the spotlights on me!"
He winks, a mixed reception from the audience follows as "I get off" plays, Charlie leaves the ring, walking away from it all as Team Lethality looking confused, but rolled their eyes from it, as they celebrate.
SS: Those Team Lethality idiots expect everybody to be buddy-buddy with them! Pathetic!
DM: You dumbass, they were trying to show props, nothing more, nothing less! We're not looking for more members, nor do we want more members! Danielle herself has stated this!
SS: Well still! Whatever!
DM: Just shut up idiot and lets get to the next match up!
Cut to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...
"No Reason" by Sum 41 hits and out comes Crystal Alvarez to cheers from the crowd. She stands on the ramp and nods her head before making her way down the ramp.
Jimmy Wilkes: From San Juan, Puerto Rico! “The KO Queen”...CRYSTAL ALVAREZ!!!
As Crystal walks down the ramp, she slaps hands with the fans before hopping on the apron and stepping in between the ropes to get into the ring. She goes to the top rope and points at the crowd before jumping off. She stretches on the ropes as her music fades out, waiting for her opponent
DM: Are you ready for this, Taint?! The official debut of The KO Queen on Rapture!
SS: Just another loser added to Team Lethality. Honestly, what's the deal with this orgy of mediocre stars?
DM: You're a fucking idiot, Taint...
"Evil Ways (Justice Mix)" by Blues Saraceno hits the arena as "BOO!" erupts in the arena. After a minute in the song, fireworks go off as we see The Lone Ranger come out in a black hoodie. He starts walking down to the ring.”
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from parts unknown! Weighing in at two hundred thirteen pounds...THE LONE RANGER!!!
As The Lone Ranger gets about half way down the ramp, he stops. He looks at a fan as they boo. He then casually flips them off and continues walking. He climbs the stairs and jumps on the turnbuckle. He flips his hood off and looks at the fans with disgust. He then jumps down and sits in the corner as his music fades out.
DM: So, it's going to be Crystal Alvarez in her debut taking on The Lone Ranger! This could be a good match!
SS: Hopefully this girl is better than the rest of Team Lethality. I always find myself yawning during their matches.
The Lone Ranger hops up from the corner as Stephanie Lawrence calls for the opening bell.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: Here we go! Collar-and-elbow tie-up, and Ranger quickly takes advantage with a knee the the gut. Forearm strike to the face, and a second from Ranger! Alvarez stumbles back to the corner.
SS: Looks like the girl needs more training, Des!
DM: It's still early.
Ranger buries the shoulder in to Alvarez' gut! And a second! And a third! He grabs Alvarez by the head and snapmares her out of the corner. Ranger quickly springs to the top rope, waiting on Alvarez...
SS: Looks like TLR is gonna fly!
DM: Alvarez is getting back to her feet as TLR holds his place on the top rope. Alvarez turns toward the corner...crossbody by TLR!
SS: Did you see the height?!
DM: TLR has the cover!
ONE!!!
DM: And that's all he's going to get as Alvarez kicks out! TLR wasting little time here as he brings Alvarez back to her feet. TLR with a knee...no! Alvarez blocks it. She pushes TLR off and connects with a hard side kick!
SS: It's about time this girl does something!
DM: Alvarez with another kick, this time to the right side! And another in the leg! TLR is down to one knee! Kick to the chest! And another! And another! Alvarez with a brutal series of kicks here!
SS: Those do actually look painful, Des!
TLR rests on his knee, dazed as Alvarez hits the far ropes. She rebounds...dropkick to the face! Alvarez stands near the ropes regaining her composure as TLR slowly starts to return to his feet. Alvarez with a springboard off the ropes...
DM: Snap hurricanrana! What a move by Alvarez!
SS: I'll admit, the girl is more talented than I thought she would be!
DM: Alvarez quickly lifts TLR to a seated position, and she applies a rear chinlock.
SS: Smart move by Alvarez. This will help wear down TLR.
DM: She has the chinlock locked in tight here, and Lawrence checks on TLR.
SS: It looks like TLR is slowly starting to get back to his feet here, and Alvarez quickly transitions in to a side headlock. TLR pushes her off in to the ropes.
DM: Alvarez off the rebound, and she ducks under a clothesline from TLR, hitting the far ropes. She rebounds again, and she ducks another clothesline, continuing to the ropes. Alvarez rebounds again...and TLR catches her with a sleeper!
SS: Alvarez tried ducking under what she thought would be a clothesline, and TLR caught her with the sleeper!
Alvarez struggles to escape and slowly begins to fade. She struggles to make it to the ropes, pulling herself and TLR closer and closer to the corner. Alvarez starts to climb the ropes, trying to find a way to break the hold!
SS: What the hell is she doing?!
DM: I think she's trying to use the ropes for leverage. Maybe flip over TLR?
SS: TLR really has this sleeper locked in, Des. Alvarez better come up with something quick!
DM: Alvarez has her feet on the top rope...and TLR quickly releases the sleeper, grabbing around Alvarez' waist...BRIDGING GERMAN SUPLEX!!!
SS: JESUS! That looked fucking painful!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
DM: Alvarez kicks out!
SS: I thought for sure it was over! That was a picture perfect german suplex, Des!
DM: I have to agree! It couldn't have been done any better!
SS: It looks like TLR might have big things in mind here. He's stepping out to the apron, and he's climbing to the top rope!
DM: Alvarez is slow to get up, but it looks like TLR is waiting on her. Alvarez finally is up and TLR leaps off the top...MISSILE DROPKICK!
SS: NO!!! Alvarez stepped back and caught TLR's legs on the fall! Alvarez flips him over...LETHAL STRONG!
DM: She's got it locked in! That devastating elevated crab!
SS: TLR looks to be in pain as Lawrence checks on him! He's refusing to give up! TLR struggles to lift his upper body, using all of his power to drag himself to the bottom rope! He's almost there! He...he's got it!
DM: Lawrence calling for the break here, and Alvarez quickly releases the hold.
SS: He wasn't in that submission for long, but you better believe that it still did some damage!
DM: Damn right! And look at how quickly Alvarez continues the attack here! She brings TLR to his feet with a front facelock. Alvarez lifts him vertical, and she drops him gut first across the top rope!
SS: She didn't release the facelock though!
DM: Alvarez pulls on TLR's head, extending his body out from the ropes. A little bit of hesitation here...Crystal-DT!
SS: Great move by Alvarez, as much as I hate to say it.
DM: Alvarez with the cover here.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
DM: TLR gets the shoulder up!
SS: He's still in trouble here! Alvarez is doing rather well considering.
DM: Alvarez leans over and grabs the arm of TLR, possibly looking for the Armed and Dangerous Choke! WAIT! TLR with a quick inside cradle!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
DM: NO! Alvarez kicks out!
SS: TLR almost caught her there!
DM: Alvarez is quick to her feet as TLR begins to get up...quick roundhouse to the skull!
SS: Alvarez with a vicious kick, and this one has to be over!
Alvarez rushes toward the ropes. She springboards and flips backward for a moonsault, but TLR moves out of the way! Alvarez lands on her feet as TLR gets up. TLR comes at Alvarez, but she quickly leaps in to the air...
DM: Alvarez with a hurr...NO! TLR spins around and forces Alvarez over his head! Alvarez lands on the middle rope, and uses it as a springboard as she spins around...
SS: SPEAR!!! TLR hits a spear!
DM: Amazing! Alvarez went for what I would assume was another hurricanrana attempt, and TLR drilled her with a spear!
SS: That was impressive!
DM: TLR brings Alvarez to her feet and boots her in the gut. TLR hits the ropes. He rebounds, vicious swinging neckbreaker!
SS: Excellent move, but he should be making the cover here! I don't understand the hesitation!
DM: Alvarez is starting to stir. She slowly gets back up, and TLR rushes at her...LEGDROP BULLDOG! Alvarez was just planted face-first to the mat!
SS: Again, he should be going for the cover here!
DM: TLR drags Alvarez closer to the corner. He climbs up to the top rope...450 SPLASH!!!
SS: TLR has really kicked things up a notch here! I think he should be going for the pin, however, he is continuing his attack and wasting little time!
DM: TLR brings Alvarez to her feet with a front facelock. He spins her around, looks like we might see The Kill!
SS: This is such a vicious neckbreaker, Des!
DM: I agree! TLR points to the sky...and Alvarez quickly grabs his free arm...backslide pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THR...
SS: That would have been a cheap victory for Alvarez!
DM: Seriously?! TLR catches Alvarez with an inside cradle, and that's fine. But Alvarez catches him with a backslide, and she's cheap?!
SS: What can I say...
DM: Both are back to their feet, and TLR with a clothesline, but Alvarez ducks under. Alvarez with a jab...a second...a third...KO Queen Special! Alvarez quickly grabs TLR with a front facelock and brings him to his feet. She drops forward, planting TLR face first on the mat!
SS: It looks like The KO Queen is getting a second wind!
DM: Alvarez rolls TLR on to his back and brings him to a seated position. She hits the ropes, flipping snapmare off the rebound!
SS: That had to hurt!
DM: Alvarez again brings TLR to his feet with a front facelock. And TLR quickly counters...THE KILL!!! TLR with The Kill out of nowhere!
SS: Yeah, but the impact forced Alvarez out to the apron! He needs to get her back in to the ring and make the cover!
DM: TLR reaches over the rope and brings Alvarez to her feet. Alvarez with a hard forearm shot, and TLR stumbles back. Alvarez with a springboard...hurricanrana! And she quickly transitions...
SS: NO!
DM: YES! Alvarez transitions in to the Armed and Dangerous Choke! What a move! She has it locked in, and Lawrence quickly checks on TLR!
SS: Come on, Ranger! You can get out of this!
DM: TLR is struggling, and Alvarez locks the hold in tighter! TLR is in trouble here!
SS: Come on! Counter it, Ranger!
DM: TLR is struggling...AND HE'S FORCED TO TAP!!!
SS: Damn it!
Lawrence calls for the bell as Alvarez releases the hold.
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner by submission...”The KO Queen”...CRYSTAL ALVAREZ!!!
Lawrence raises Alvarez' arm in the air as TLR rolls out of the ring, trying to regain his composure.
DM: What an impressive debut for Crystal Alvarez here tonight!
SS: I'll give her credit. That was one hell of a match! She caught The Lone Ranger in that triangle choke, and that's all she wrote!
Crystal rolls out of the ring and slaps hands with the fans before going to the back. Once they get TLR to the back, that's when "Psychosocial" by Slipknot hits the PA system.
SS: Jimmy Gambino? What the hell is his music playing for?
DM: This is the time for him to explain his actions!
Once the lyrics to "Psychosocial" begins, the Assistant General Manager, Jimmy Gambino comes out with his signature tattoo gun in hand to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Jimmy makes his way to the ring, and nods to the fans. Once he gets to the ring, he walks up the steps, gets in the ring, asks for a mic, and begins speaking.
Jimmy Gambino: As most of you know, I was supposed to screw Reaper over in the Platinum championship match at Summertime Smash, but I obviously did NOT do that.
The crowd cheers loudly, and Gambino nods.
Jimmy Gambino: Anyways. I came up with a few excuses. First I told Morgan I got nervous. Then I told her that I can think of about ten other people who would be better for Reaper to lose the title to than Jay Thunder, and although that last one may be true. It's NOT the reason I didn't do it. The REAL reason I didn't do it is because I am on good terms with Team Lethality!
The crowd seems shocked and confused.
Jimmy Gambino: As at least most of you know. Fatality Inc squashed their beef with Team Lethality. Well. I also went behind Morgan's back and went to Danielle's house along with Fatality Inc, and squashed MY beef with Team Lethality as well, and let me tell you all. After about five years. It feels GREAT to be on good terms with my sister and her brother in law.
The crowd cheers loudly.
Jimmy Gambino: So you're all probably wondering why I allowed Jay to attack Reaps with that steel chair, and hit him with the Thunder driver on the steel chair. Well. It's simple really. I did it to fuck with Jay. I knew that the time I slowly went backstage, and got a ref to run out to the ring, Reaper would be able to kick out, and that's exactly what he did!
The crowd cheers loudly.
Jimmy Gambino: A lot of people ask me if I favor Fatality Inc over Toxic, and although it's very obvious. I'm going to answer that question. My answer is hell yeah!
The crowd cheers loudly.
Jimmy Gambino: I don't even give a shit about Toxic anymore! As a matter of fact. I am removing EVERY member of Toxic as my clients because I never felt appreciated by them. Fatality Inc treats me like family. The Sons of Mayhem treats me like family. Hell! Even my newer clients in CCP appreciate me a lot! Morgan and Christina never showed me appreciation, so I no longer consider myself a member of Toxic, and if Morgan has anything to say about this. She can come out here, and say it to my face right now!
Du Hast by Rammstein hits the PA system, and out comes the General Manager of PCW, Morgan Simmons with a angry look on her face to huge boos from the crowd. Morgan makes her way to the ring, climbs up the steps, gets in the ring, and asks for a mic before speaking.
Morgan Simmons: First off, Jimmy. I just want to ask you something.
Jimmy Gambino: What would that be, Morgan?
Morgan Simmons: Who the hell do you think you are!?
SS: I would like to know the same damn thing!
Gambino laughs.
Jimmy Gambino: Why do you ask me that? Have you already forgot, Morgan?
SS: Fucking smartass!
DM: Shut up, Taint!
Morgan Simmons: I know who you are! I'm making sure you know!
Jimmy Gambino: Of course! I'm the Assistant General Manager of PCW!
The crowd cheers.
SS: Not for long.
Desiree slaps Taint.
SS: Agh! What the fuck!?
DM: I said shut up!
Morgan Simmons: Exactly! And I'm the General Manager of PCW! Meaning you have to do EVERYTHING I say!
The crowd boos loudly, and a smirk crosses the face of Morgan.
Morgan Simmons: Do you know what kind of mistake you have made by going behind my back, and associating with those Team Lethality idiots?
Morgan laughs.
Morgan Simmons: Jimmy. I can make your life a living hell. I really can! And I can take away what is important to you. Hell, look at what I did two weeks ago at Anarchy. Danielle got a taste of the power that I have.
The crowd boos loudly, and a smirk crosses Gambino's face.
Jimmy Gambino: Well Morgan, there's just a problem with that. I don't have to do a fucking thing you tell me to do! Because I have a SPECIAL contract.
The crowd cheers, and Morgan gives Gambino a confused look.
SS: What's he talking about!?
DM: How the hell should I know!?
Morgan Simmons: What the hell are you talking about, Jimmy?
Jimmy Gambino: You see, Morgan. The Premium board didn't put me in this position to do what you tell me to do. They put me in this position to make sure you do your damn job right! My contract states that I can make matches! I can change some of your decisions if I feel they need to be changed! and you can't do a damn thing to me!
SS: NO!!! This can't be happening! How the fuck did this happen!?
DM: I don't know, fatass, but it happened, and you will just have to live with it!
SS: FUCK!!!
The crowd cheers, and Morgan has a look of shock on her face.
Jimmy Gambino: The Premium board never trusted you, Morgan, and to be honest. I was never really loyal to you! I was waiting for the right time to reveal this shit, and now is the right time! So Morgan. All I have to say to you is that I'm sure you and I will have a GREAT business relationship from here. Hit my damn music!
"Psychosocial" by Slipknot hits the PA system, and the crowd cheers loudly as the Assistant General Manager, Jimmy Gambino leaves the ring, and takes his time slapping hands with the fans as he makes his way to the backstage area while Morgan throws a temper tantrum in the ring.
DM: Morgan's not too happy... again! I'm loving this!
SS: First Danielle and Syn, and now Jimmy! Enough is enough!
DM: I disagree completely! Karma collects, and it's that Karma that's biting the General Manager right on the ass!
SS: If we know Morgan like we think she will, she's going to get her revenge!
DM: You forgot to add the word TRY into that sentence, idiot! We're going to take a commercial break! We'll be back after these messages!
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Aug 31, 2013 15:08:30 GMT -5
We come back from commercial and Yoshiru and Curtis sit behind a brown hardwood desk. Yoshiru is wearing a nice black suit while Curtis wears a torn and tattered black suit. Three leather chairs sit beside the desk, extending to the edge of the ring. A television screen rests in the air beside the desk with The Elite symbol centered on a black background. Both Yoshiru and Curtis hold microphones as they look out at the sold out crowd.
Yoshiru Long: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to the long-awaited return of EliteTV to PCW!
Curtis Wilkes: First, we bring PCW a five star match at Wrestle Extravaganza, a match that I think myself and Yoshiru can both agree stole the whole damn show! And now, tonight, we bring back EliteTV with a very special guest who is sure to make this a five star show yet again!
Yoshiru Long: This could be the greatest guest that we've ever had on EliteTV. So, let's not keep our loyal fans waiting any longer!
”We Are The Champions” by Queen hits the arena as the sold out crowd looks toward the entrance, awaiting the guest. Yoshiru and Curtis both turn their attention to the stage, also waiting.
SS: Well, whoever the greatest guest is, it looks like they're going to make us wait!
DM: Are you kidding me?! Have they ever had a legitimate guest on their show?! It's always their immitation of superstars like Heather Monroe or Adrien Cochrane!
SS: It was a spot-on impression of Monroe and Cochrane though.
The music fades out.
Curtis Wilkes: Are you sure you told our guest that we wanted him out here on our show?
Yoshiru Long: Of course.
Both Yoshiru and Curtis look back at the stage.
Yoshiru Long: I'll go get our guest. Be back in a moment.
Yoshiru gets out from behind the desk and exits the ring. He walks up the aisle and to the backstage area. After a moment, Yoshiru makes his way back out to the stage, a black box in hand. He returns to the ring and sets the box down near the desk before sitting back down. He signals, and “We Are The Champions” by Queen hits the arena again as the crowd turns their attention back to the stage.
SS: Here we go! Who's it going to be?
Yoshiru Long: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome tonight's special guest for EliteTV...the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT...
DM: Seriously?! We're going to see another rip-off of Syn?
Yoshiru Long: CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
Yoshiru opens the top of the box and pulls out the World Heavyweight Championship belt that was discarded by Syn at Slamathon. He gets out from behind the desk and places the belt in one of the guests' chairs. Yoshiru returns to behind the desk.
SS: This is fucking awesome!
DM: Their guest is the championship belt?! THAT is the GREATEST guest?!
Yoshiru Long: You have had a storied career here in PCW, Championship Belt. In fact, a couple of years ago, you and I had a union of sorts here in PCW. A union that lasted around four months before you joined with another PCW great, my co-host, Curtis Wilkes.
An unusual voice begins to speak.
Championship Belt: I have had some great moments here in PCW. And I would personally like to thank you for rescuing me from the clutches of Leon Lonewolf.
Curtis Wilkes: You know that you will always be an honorary member of The Elite, right mate?
Championship Belt: No matter who's shoulder I rest on, I will always consider myself Elite.
DM: This is just stupid, Taint!
SS: Are you kidding?! This is pure gold!
Curtis Wilkes: Speaking of shoulders that you rest on...it appears that right now, you aren't resting on anyone's shoulder. We thought that you'd be resting on Syn's shoulder after Wrestle Extravaganza, but that isn't the case.
Championship Belt: He threw me to the crowd like a dried up hooker. Absolutely no respect for me.
Yoshiru Long: Don't worry, Championship Belt. Soon you will be with The Elite once again.
The lights in the arena suddenly go out.
JUST BECAUSE SEASONS DON'T FEAR THE REAPER!!!! DON'T MEAN YOU SHOULDN'T!!!!
“Chop Suey” by System Of A Down hits the sound system, as a weird blue light fills the arena. Ryan ''The Reaper'' Robinson steps out to the stage as the crowd erupts with cheers. Reaper has a microphone in his right hand, and the Platinum Championship in his left hand. His music fades as the lights slowly come back on. Reaper drapes his championship over his shoulder and removes his shades.
SS: What the hell does he want?
Reaper: Yoshiru, Curtis, what is this? This is the level that the two of you stoop down to? Having pretend interviews with a championship belt? This could be the most pathetic thing that I have ever seen here in PCW!
SS: What's up with this disrespect from Reaper?
DM: Disrespect? Look at what The Elite has done over the past two years! This is NOTHING compared to the actions of The Elite!
Reaper: The two of you, you're a thing of the past. You talk about being the greatest two athletes in PCW history. But if you take a look back, neither of you have done anything significantly relevant in the last year. You're not elite anymore, you're the class clowns, the big jokes of PCW.
Yoshiru Long: The jokes of PCW? We're the ones that brought the likes of Mariano Fernandez, Michael Morrison, Draven Logan Kennedy, SJ Funk, and MANY others to their knees! We dominated this company!
Reaper: And again, that's a thing of the past. In the past year the two of you have been defeated by the likes of Syn, Danielle Lopez, myself, and even each other. You two are past your prime, looking up at the mountain controlled by Team Lethality!
Yoshiru Long: Who in the hell do you...
Before Yoshiru can finish his sentence, Curtis covers his microphone. Curtis speaks to Yoshiru privately before standing from the desk and walks over to the edge of the ring. Curtis looks toward the stage at Reaper before speaking.
Curtis Wilkes: Do you want to know what true greatest is, Ryan? You look at that championship draped across your shoulder and use it as a display as to how great you are. But that championship, it means nothing. Do you really think that championship...or this World Heavyweight Championship, or Brytain's Broadcast Championship, or even the World Tag Team Championships prove someone's greatness? Great superstars have held those championships, but it isn't what made them great. What makes a superstar great is every single action that they take. It's stepping between these ropes and win or lose, putting on a five star match. Yoshiru, myself, three hundred and sixty-four days of the year these fans boo us. They show pure hatred for who we are. But one day out of the year, one day that is always remembered, they cheer for us. They watch as myself and Yoshiru give them everything we have, putting our bodies on the line, both knowing that one of us will celebrate in victory, and one of us will fall to defeat. You want to know what true greatness is? True greatness is what you saw at Slamathon. Two matches that main event above us, and yet, we still steal the show!
Reaper: You really think that because the fans cheer for the two of you one night out of the year...that that's true greatness?
Curtis Wilkes: You don't get it mate, and you never will. It's not just about the fans cheering for the two that they hate the most one night a year. It's everything. It's overcoming anything that is thrown at you. It's taking on any challenge presented to you. That championship draped across your shoulder, it's just a trophy...nothingmore. And until you realize that, Ryan... Until you see that there is more to greatness than championships, you will never be at the same level as us.
Reaper: I love this. It's always a series of excuses with you two. You are trying to justify not being at the top of the mountain!
Curtis Wilkes: You're right, Ryan. We aren't standing on top of the mountain.
Reaper: It's about time that the two of you realize that.
Curtis Wilkes: We're standing at the bottom of the mountain, watching as it crumbles to the ground. Think what you will, Ryan, but when all is said and done, we truly are just better than you!
Reaper: We'll just have to wait and see about that...
Reaper smirks as he looks toward the ring at Curtis and Yoshiru.
SS: Reaper and Wilkes both making major statements here tonight, Desiree!
DM: It's about time that someone puts The Elite in their place!
SS: The Elite will never die, Desiree! NEVER!
DM: [rolls eyes] Ugh! Let's get to the next match which is Damon Warrens versus PCW Hall of Famer, Jane Isis!
SS: This is gonna suck shit!
DM: Quiet fatty!
The camera's cut to the ring where Jimmy Wilkes is front and center, about to announce the competitors of our next contest.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
The lights in the arena go out and "Broken Out in Love" by Mark Crozer plays and the crowd boos loudly. The lights stay off as cameras flash in the audience. A lantern lights up with fire, the dim light revealing Immanuel Paine followed by "Fear Itself" Damon Warrens who is in a white expressionless mask. Damon has a kendo stick in hand, as well as a can of Diet Pepsi. Behind him, in matching masks, walk the rest of the 'Family': Brooklyn Punkari, Rhys Masterson, Tylor Riott, Christian Warrens and DJ Jackson.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, being accompanied to the ring by Immanuel Paine and The Family, from San Diego, Califonia, weighing in at 205 pounds... "THE REAL NITEMARE"... DAMON WARRENS!!
Damon stops at ringside to lower his hood and take his mask off, which he hands to DJ. Damon opens the can of Diet Pepsi and takes a drink before handing that to DJ as well. Immanuel hands Damon the lantern and 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 with the lantern for a second before sliding the lantern carefully into the ring and pulling himself backwards, rolling under the bottom rope. The 'Family' walks around to Damon's corner as Damon climbs the corner turnbuckle with the lantern in hand. He repeats the crucifix taunt before dropping off the turnbuckle and sitting down in the corner. Damon blows out the fire in the lantern and the lights come back on seconds later.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
"Fat Bottomed Girls" by Queen plays and Jane Isis walks out. She lifts her hand in a 'rock on' gesture before heading down the stairs, slapping fans hands along the way.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, she stands six feet one inches tall and weighing in at 250 pounds. She is a member of the PCW Hall of Fame... "THE ANTI DIVA"... JANE ISIS!
She climbs over the barricade, walks up the ring steps, before climbing over the top rope. She stands in the centre of the ring before going to her corner and cracking her knuckles.
*DING! DING! DING!*
The match begins, and Jane goes for a clothesline, but Damon ducks, and begins delivering punches to the face. He connects with about five punches, he then runs into the ropes, runs back at Jane, but Jane catches him with a clothesline, she then lifts Damon to his feet, lifts him up in Gorilla press position, and throws him down to the mat before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. She connects with about ten punches, she then lifts Damon to his feet, and connects with a scoop powerslam before lifting Damon back to his feet, and connecting with a belly to belly suplex, she then lifts Damon back to his feet again, and connects with a suplex before connecting with a leg drop, she then lifts Damon to his feet, and connects with a sidewalk slam before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. She connects with about fifteen punches, she then lifts Damon to his feet, and connects with a belly to belly suplex before lifting Damon back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a back suplex, she then lifts Damon back to his feet again, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before connecting with a knee drop to the face, she then lifts Damon to his feet, lifts him in Gorilla press position, and drops him to the mat before lifting Damon back to his feet, and connecting with a scoop slam, she then lifts Damon back to his feet again, and connects with a belly to belly suplex before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. She connects with about seven punches, she then lifts Damon to his feet, and connects with a scoop powerslam before lifting Damon back to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a DDT, she then lifts Damon back to his feet again, and Irish whips him into one of the turnbuckles before running at him, and connecting with a turnbuckle clothesline, she then drags Damon to the middle of the ring, and connects with a suplex before connecting with a elbow drop to the face, she then lifts Damon to his feet, and connects with the Two handed Choke Bomb before going for the pin!
DM: Two handed Choke Bomb by Jane Isis! Could this be it!?
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: Kickout by Damon.
SS: This match is boring. No one in the ring entertains me.
DM: Shut up, Taint!
Jane lifts Damon to his feet, gets behind him, and goes for a back suplex, but Damon fights out of it by doing a back flip, and lands on his feet behind Jane. Jane turns around, and Damon connects with a enzuigiri, he then waits for Jane to get to her feet. Jane eventually gets to her feet, and Damon connects with a dropkick. Jane gets back to her feet, and Damon connects with another dropkick. Jane gets back to her feet again, and Damon runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard dropkick, he then lifts Jane to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before connecting with a elbow drop to the back of the head, he then waits for Jane to get to her feet. Jane eventually gets to her feet, and Damon connects with a kick to the head before waiting for Jane to get back to her feet. Jane eventually gets back to her feet, and Damon runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. He connects with about eight punches, he then lifts Jane to her feet, and connects with a suplex before lifting Jane back to her feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a piledriver, he then connects with a knee drop to the face before connecting with stomps to the face. He connects with about ten stomps, he then waits for Jane to get to her feet. Jane eventually gets to her feet, and Damon runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard dropkick before connecting with a elbow drop to the face, he then goes out to the apron, and waits for Jane to get to her feet. Jane eventually gets to her feet, and Damon springboards off the top rope, and connects with the Springboard 450 Clothesline before going for the pin!
DM: Damon goes for the pin.
SS: Meh.
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: Kickout at two!
SS: Still boring! I'm going to take a nap! Wake me up when this match is over.
DM: Yeah. Okay. Whatever.
Damon lifts Jane to her feet, and goes for a suplex, but Jane reverses it into a suplex of her own before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. She connects with about fifteen punches, she then lifts Damon to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before lifting Damon back to his feet, and connecting with a sidewalk slam, she then lifts Damon back to his feet again, and connects with a belly to belly suplex before connecting with a leg drop, she then lifts Damon to his feet, and connects with a suplex before lifting Damon back to his feet, and connecting with a scoop slam, she then connects with a knee drop to the face before waiting for Damon to get to his feet. Damon eventually gets to his feet, and Jane runs into the ropes, runs back at Damon and connects with a running Bulldog before connecting with a elbow drop to the back of the head, she then lifts Damon to his feet, and connects with a scoop powerslam before lifting Damon back to his feet, and connecting with a belly to belly suplex, she then lifts Damon back to his feet again, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. She connects with about twelve punches, she then lifts Damon to his feet, lifts him up in Gorilla press position, and drop him to the mat before waiting for Damon to get back to his feet. Damon eventually gets back to his feet, and Jane connects with a clothesline. Damon gets back to his feet again, and Jane connects with another clothesline. Damon gets to his feet, and Jane delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT, she then lifts Damon back to his feet, and locks in the Canadian Hospital-ity!
DM: Canadian Hospital-ity! Jane's got that bearhug locked in! Damon could tap out here!
Damon refuses to give up, so Jane puts more pressure on the hold, but Damon still refuses to give up, so Jane puts even more pressure on the hold, but Damon STILL refuses to give up, and eventually fights out of it by delivering elbows to the head, he then delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. He connects with about ten punches, he then delivers a stomp to the midsection, forcing Jane to sit up, holding her stomach in pain before running into the ropes, running back at Jane, and connecting with a running dropkick to the face, he then lifts Jane to her feet, and connects with a scoop slam before lifting Jane back to her feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a DDT, he then begins stalking Jane. Jane gets to her hands and knees, and Damon runs into the ropes, runs back at Jane, and connects with a running dropkick to the side of the head before connecting with a knee drop to the face, he then waits for Jane to get to her feet. Jane eventually gets to her feet, and Damon runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with the Springboard Tornado DDT before going for the pin!
DM: Damon goes for the pin.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!!
DM: Jane kicks out at two!
Damon lifts Jane to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and goes for a piledriver, but Jane reverses it into a back body drop, she then lifts Damon to his feet, and connects with a scoop powerslam before connecting with a leg drop, she then kneels down, and begins delivering punches to the face. She connects with about ten punches before lifting Damon to his feet, and connecting with a belly to belly suplex, she then lifts Damon back to his feet, and connects with another belly to belly suplex before connecting with a leg drop, she then lifts Damon to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before lifting Damon back to his feet, and connecting with a sidewalk slam, she then kneels down, and begins delivering punches to the face. She connects with about twelve punches before lifting Damon to his feet, and connecting with a suplex, she then lifts Damon back to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before connecting with a knee drop to the back of the head, she then lifts Damon to his feet, and connects with a scoop powerslam before connecting with a elbow drop to the chest, she then delivers a stomp to the midsection, forcing Damon to sit up, holding his stomach in pain before running into the ropes, running back at Damon, and connecting with a running knee strike to the face, she then lifts Damon to his feet, and locks in the Canadian Backbreaker Rack!
DM: Canadian Backbreaker Rack! Damon's in a world of pain! He just might tap out here!
Damon refuses to give up, so Jane puts more pressure on the hold, but Damon still refuses to give up, so Jane puts even more pressure on the hold, but Damon STILL refuses to give up, and eventually fights out of it by delivering elbows to the head, he then jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Jane gets to her feet, and Damon connects with a kick to the head before delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about fifteen stomps, he then kneels down, and begins delivering punches to the face. He connects with about seven punches before connecting with a knee drop to the face, he then waits for Jane to get to her feet. Jane eventually gets to her feet, and Damon runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard hurricanrana before lifting Jane back to her feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a DDT, he then connects with a knee drop to the back of the head before going out to the apron, climbing to the top turnbuckle, and waiting for Jane to get to her feet. Jane eventually gets to her feet, and Damon leaps off, and connects with a missile dropkick, he then connects with a elbow drop to the face before waiting for Jane to get to her feet. Jane eventually gets to her feet, and Damon runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with the Springboard Knee Strike! he then lifts Jane to her feet, and Irish whips her into one of the turnbuckles before running at her, and connecting with a turnbuckle knee strike, he then drags Jane to the middle of the ring, and connects with the Dream Sequence before going for the pin!
DM: Damon goes for the pin.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Jane kicks out!
SS: Huh!? Is the match over yet!?
DM: No, fatass! Go back to sleep!
SS: Okay then.
Damon waits for Jane to get to her feet. It takes a moment, but Jane eventually gets to her feet, and Damon runs into the ropes, runs back at Jane, but Jane catches him with a clothesline, she then lifts Damon to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with the Isis Bomb followed into a pin attempt! but Immanuel Paine is on the apron distracting the ref!
DM: What the hell is that shitty manager doing on the apron!?
Meanwhile, Rhys Masterson sneaks in the ring, lifts Jane to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with the Tiger Bomb! he then places Damon on top of Jane before going to the outside. Immanuel then steps off the apron, and stops distracting the ref.
DM: Not like this!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... "THE REAL NITEMARE"... DAMON WARRENS!!!
"Broken Out in Love" by Mark Crozer plays and Damon Warrens and The Family celebrate the victory they just had.
DM: Well, Damon Warrens gets the victory here over Jane Isis in shenanigan like fashion!
Nothing heard from Saint as he's still asleep.
DM: Taint's unprofessionalism aside, this victory does place Damon on the winning side once more!
Once Damon and the Family have reached backstage, Desiree hits Shannon in the chest to wake him up.
SS: Wha... wha! Where am I?
DM: The match is over, douche bag!
SS: Oh!
DM: Can't believe you fucking slept! Unbelievable!
SS: Yeah, well I'm just cool like that!
DM: More like unprofessional douche bag! We're going to take a break! Don't change that dial and especially don't be like Shannon! We'll be right back!
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Aug 31, 2013 15:09:35 GMT -5
We come back from the break and the camera's fade in on a shot of the locker room of “The Evangelist” Jerry Matthews. He is seen kneeling on one knee in the center of the room, his head bowed as a sign of reverence.
Jerry Matthews: I have followed the instructions you have laid out for me. Nightrain has been forever vanquished. Have I pleased you?
The camera fades out to show a black-robed figure, almost Druidic in nature. No inch of skin appears from underneath its robes, the person’s head covered by a large hood. The figure does not say a word, and merely nods to show its approval of the good Reverend’s recent exploits.
Jerry Matthews: I’m glad to find you are satisfied. Soon, I know that soon we will succeed in cleansing PCW of the evil that currently resides. And we will be able to remake it in our image.
The figure replies, but something about its voice is way off. As if it is relying on some sort of voice synthesizer.
Figure: You have done well, holy man. But, now, you must go. There are far bigger fish to fry than Nightrain. His demise serves as nothing more than a crude beginning. For, your quest is only just beginning. Now, take your leave, I must contemplate on our next steps.
Jerry Matthews: As you wish.
Before rising, Matthews makes the sign of the cross. He then gets to his feet and leaves the locker room, as the camera gets one last shot of the shrouded figure before fading to black.
DM: The hell? Matthews answering to a... higher power?
SS: I'll agree with it being bizarre! But this shall be interesting!
DM: You may be right... for once!
We cut to the ring where Jimmy Wilkes stands there and gets ready to announce the competitors of our next contest.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following tag team match up is scheduled for one fall and it is for the ELITE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
The BlairVision Theme kicks in the arena as the crowd echoes with a mixed reaction of boos and cheers. The Ruler steps out to the stage and he's not alone as Israel Steele comes out and the place gets elated with cheers for him.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 608 pounds. "The Real Deal" Israel Steele and "The Ruler" Paul Blair... THE ANONYMOUS KICKAHOLICS!
Blair and Izzy walk down the ramp with Izzy being serious. Blair makes it over to the steps and uses them to enter the ring while Izzy hops on the apron and climbs over the ropes to get in. The two of them pose together before the music fades out.
Jimmy Wilkes: And the challengers!
"The Pride" by Five Finger Death Punch hits as Alice Kennedy and Victoria walk out onto the stage to boos from the crowd. They stand on the ramp and raise their arms in the air to even more boos, but when Draven Logan Kennedy comes out, the boos only get louder.
Jimmy Wilkes: Being accompanied to the ring by "The Apocalyptic Madman" Draven Logan Kennedy! Alice Kennedy and Victoria... THE DARK APOCALYPSE!!!
Alice, Victoria and Draven walk down the ramp with nothing but focus on their faces. Alice slides underneath the ropes while Victoria climbs the steps and steps in-between the ropes. Alice and Victoria hop on each turnbuckle and taunt the fans before stepping down. They go to their corner and wait for the match to start.
*DING! DING! DING!*
The match begins, and Alice and Izzy start things off. Alice begins delivering kicks to the left leg. She connects with about five kicks, and Izzy connects with a uppercut, he then lifts Alice to her feet, and connects with a scoop powerslam before connecting with a leg drop, he then lifts Alice to her feet, lifts her up in military press position, and throws her down to the mat before lifting Alice back to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a piledriver, he then lifts Alice back to her feet again, and connects with a suplex before connecting with a elbow drop to the face, he then lifts Alice to her feet, and connects with a sidewalk slam before lifting Alice back to her feet, getting behind her, and connecting with a back suplex, he then connects with a elbow drop to the chest before lifting Alice to her feet, and connecting with a belly to belly suplex, he then lifts Alice back to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before connecting with a elbow drop to the back of the head, he then lifts Alice to her feet, drags her over to Blair, and makes the tag. Balir gets in the ring, they connect with a double suplex, and Izzy goes out to the apron. Blair lifts Alice to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a Tiger suplex, he then lifts Alice back to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about twelve stomps, he then lifts Alice to her feet, drags her over to Izzy, and makes the tag. Izzy gets in the ring, they connect with a double suplex, and Blair goes out to the apron. Izzy lifts Alice to her feet, and connects with a scoop slam before connecting with a knee drop to the face, he then lifts Alice to her feet, and connects with a belly to belly suplex before connecting with a leg drop, he then lifts Alice to her feet, and Irish whips her into the ropes. Alice runs back at Izzy, and Izzy catches her with The Big Boot before going for the pin!
DM: Izzy with the Big Boot! Could this do it!?
SS: I hope so!
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: Kickout at two!
SS: Damnit!
Izzy lifts Alice to her feet, and goes for a scoop slam, but Alice fights out of it, and lands on her feet behind Izzy. Izzy turns around, and Alice begins delivering kicks to the left leg. She connects with about five kicks, she then connects with a enzuigiri before stalking Izzy. Izzy gets to his hands and knees, and Alice runs into the ropes, runs back at Izzy, and connects with a running dropkick to the side of the head, she then crawls over to Victoria, makes the tag, and goes out to the apron. Victoria gets in the ring, lifts Izzy to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before delivering stomps to the face. She connects with about ten stomps, she then turns Izzy over, and locks in a Camel clutch. Izzy refuses to give up, so Victoria put more pressure on the hold, but Izzy still refuses to give up, and Victoria eventually loses her grip, and releases the hold before connecting with a knee drop to the back of the head, she then lifts Izzy to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a neckbreaker before turning Izzy over, and stalking him. Izzy gets to his hands and knees, and Victoria runs into the ropes, runs back at Izzy, and connects with a punt to the side of the head before connecting with a eblow drop to the face, she then walks over to Alice, makes the tag, and goes out to the apron. Alice climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for Izzy to get to his feet. Izzy eventually gets to his feet, and Alice leaps off, and connects with a diving hurricanrana, she then waits for Izzy to get to his feet. Izzy eventually gets to his feet, and Alice connects with a kick to the head before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. She connects with about twelve punches, she then waits for Izzy to get to his feet. Izzy eventually gets to his feet, and Alice connects with the Apocalypse Rising before going for the pin!
DM: Alice goes for the pin!
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
SS: YES!!! Come on, Izzy!
DM: Didn't you hate Izzy two weeks ago?
SS: That was then! This is now! Izzy is much better with Blair than he is with Team Lethality!
DM: [sarcastically] Oh yeah. Much better.
Alice goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, leaps off, and goes for a diving crossbody, but Izzy catches her with a powerslam, he then lifts Alice to her feet, drags her over to Blair, and makes the tag. Blair gets in the ring, they connect with a double back suplex, and Izzy goes out to the apron. Blair lifts Alice to her feet, and connects with a backbreaker before kneeling down, and choking her, forcing the ref to start a five count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
Blair releases the hold, lifts Alice to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a German suplex, he then lifts Alice to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about nine stomps, he then lifts Alice to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a half nelson suplex before connecting with a leg drop, he then lifts Alice to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before going for the pin!
DM: Blair goes for the pin.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
SS: FUCK!!! Come on Paul! You and Izzy put a end to these bitches!
Blair lifts Alice to her feet, gets behind her, and goes for a back suplex, but Blair fights out of it by doing a back flip, and lands on her feet behind Blair. Blair turns around, and Alice jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Blair gets to his feet, and Alice jumps up, and connects with another hurricanrana. Blair gets back to his feet, and Alice connects with a spinning wheel kick, she then crawls over to Victoria, makes the tag, and goes out to the apron. Victoria lifts Blair to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a German suplex, she then lifts Blair back to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT before connecting with a knee drop to the face, she then lifts Blair to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a neckbreaker before connecting with a leg drop, she then lifts Blair to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before lifting Blair back to his feet, and connecting with a scoop slam, she then lifts Blair back to his feet again, and connects with a suplex before connecting with a elbow drop to the face, she then lifts Blair to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a neckbreaker before lifting Blair back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a German suplex, she then lifts Blair back to his feet again, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before going for the pin!
DM: Victoria with a piledriver. Now she goes for the pin.
SS: That is not Fair to Blair!
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: Blair kicks out at two.
SS: I knew he would kick out.
Victoria lifts Blair to his feet, and goes for a suplex, but Blair reverses it into a suplex of his own, he then lifts Victoria to her feet, drags her over to Izzy, and makes the tag. Izzy gets in the ring, they connect with a double suplex, and Blair goes out to the apron. Izzy lifts Victoria to her feet, and connects with a scoop powerslam before lifting Victoria back to her feet, and connecting with the Spinebuster! he then lifts Victoria back to her feet again, and connects with a belly to belly suplex before connecting with a leg drop, he then lifts Victoria to her feet, lifts her up in Military press position, and drops her to the mat before lifting Victoria back to her feet, getting behind her, and connecting with a back suplex, he then connects with a knee drop to the face before lifting Victoria to her feet, dragging her over to Blair, and making the tag. Blair gets in the ring, they connect with a double DDT, and Izzy goes out to the apron. Blair lifts Victoria to her feet, and connects with a belly to belly suplex, he then lifts Victoria back to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a Tiger suplex before delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about eleven stomps, he then lifts Victoria to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a Russian leg sleep before connecting with a elbow drop to the face, he then lifts Victoria to her feet, drags her over to Izzy, and makes the tag. Izzy gets in the ring, they connect with a double suplex, and Blair goes out to the apron. Izzy lifts Victoria to her feet, and connects with the Running Powerslam! he then lifts Victoria back to her feet, and connects with the Death drop before going for the pin!
SS: Death drop! This match is over!
DM: You could be right!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *Alice breaks the pin*
SS: FUCK!!! Get out of the ring you little bitch!
Izzy lifts Victoria to her feet, and goes for a suplex, but Victoria fights out of it, and lands on her feet behind Izzy. Izzy turns around, and Victoria delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT, she then crawls over to Alice, and makes the tag. Alice gets in the ring, and waits for Izzy to get to his feet. Izzy eventually gets to his feet, and Alice connects with a kick to the head, she then waits for Izzy to get back to his feet. Izzy eventually gets back to his feet, and Alice connects with a enzuigiri before connecting with a knee drop to the back of the head, she then lifts Izzy to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a neckbreaker before connecting with a knee drop to the face, she then goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for Izzy to get to his feet. Izzy eventually gets to his feet, and Alice leaps off, and connects with a missile dropkick before connecting with a leg drop, she then waits for Izzy to get to his feet. Izzy eventually gets to his feet, and Alice connects with the Apocalypse Rising before going for the pin!
DM: Alice with that devastating Super kick! Could this do it?
SS: Kickout Izzy! You can do it!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Izzy kicks out at two!
SS: YES!!! I knew he could do it!
Alice waits for Izzy to get to his feet. Izzy eventually gets to his feet, and Alice runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and goes for a springboard crossbody, but Izzy catches her with a scoop powerslam, he then lifts Alice to her feet, drags her over to Blair, and makes the tag. Blair gets in the ring, they connect with a double back suplex, and Izzy goes out to the apron. Blair waits for Alice to get to her feet. Alice eventually gets to her feet, and Blair connects with the Blairkick before going for the pin!
SS: BLAIRKICK!!! This match is over!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
Victoria attempts to break the pin, but Izzy catches her with the Big Boot!
SS: HA!!! Take that, you fucking whore!
THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here are your winners of the match by pinfall and still EWF ELITE TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... THE ANONYMOUS KICKAHOLICS!!!
The BlairVision Theme hits and the crowd gives a mixed reaction as Izzy and Blair are handed their EWF Elite Tag Team Title belts.
DM: Israel Steele and Paul Blair for the first time in a little over two years, get a tag team victory!
SS: Blair can lead anybody to victory, even idiots like Israel Steele!
DM: Weren't you just praising him?
SS: I only like Blair! And Blair winning is definitely Fair to Blair!
DM: Just like you being a moron fits you perfectly!
SS: I'm smart! Really I am!
DM: Yeah... right! We're going to take a commercial break! We'll be right back with more Rapture after this!
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Aug 31, 2013 15:10:40 GMT -5
We come back from break and “Long Black Train” by Josh Turner begins to play over the arena’s PA system and the crowd begins to rain down waves of boos to greet the imminent arrival of “The Evangelist” Jerry Matthews and his spiritual liaison, Deacon Jeremiah. The duo walk out a few seconds later, and they appear to be all business as the Deacon isn’t even carrying his collection plate. The good Reverend is wearing a white cotton suit, and he is carrying a microphone in his left hand.SS: Jerry Matthews sure does come out in style every show! DM: The ass kissing you do is ridiculous! It really is! Matthews slides in under the bottom rope, while the Deacon remains at ringside for security purposes. The preacher man comes to stand in the center of the ring, and he waits for the crowd’s booing to cease before he begins his address.Jerry Matthews: When will any of you horrible sinners come to realize that I am indeed the prophet that I claim to be?!?!?! The crowd begins to boo again. Matthews remains unfazed.Jerry Matthews: For weeks, I trumpeted the fall of Nightrain, and yet none of you believed me. At Wrestle Extravaganza IV: Summertime Smash, I stared down the rabid jowels of the biggest and baddest dog in the PCW yard, and I euthanized him. All in the good name of the Lord, and for the betterment of Premium Championship Wrestling. And, most importantly, to save each and every one of you from yourselves. Matthews then begins to point out various members of the crowd, who begin to boo him again. Deacon Jeremiah remains vigilant at ringside.DM: Who is he saving exactly? Because judging by the crowd, they want to eat him alive! SS: These people are stupid! They've never been smart to begin with! Fucking Mississippi morons! Jerry Matthews: You fans sure are a tough lot to please. For the past year, I’ve shared many of the visions imparted unto me by the Lord God, and put down any number of heathens that would seek to end my divine mission. And, in doing so, I became the longest reigning Platinum Champion this company will ever see. Deacon Jeremiah turns towards his mentor and begins to applaud the accomplishment.Jerry Matthews: I took on all comers, and nearly succeeded in ending Ryan “The Reaper” Robinson’s career. I’ve knocked off the likes of Brian Stryker, Mya Denton, Smith Jones, Lekkter tha Lunatik, and many others. And, occasionally, I get a real reward like burying Draven Logan Kennedy alive or ending Nightrain’s career. By now, I thought all of you would be able to learn. Matthews shakes his head at the audience.Jerry Matthews: But, thankfully for all of you, I will not turn my back on any of you as the vast majority have already done so to the Lord God. No, no, no. For you see, I’ve come to the conclusion that there is only one thing that will ever enable me to win any of you over, and that’s to win the big one. That’s right, I’m talking about the PCW World Heavyweight Championship. The crowd begins to buzz as the good Reverend announces his future intentions.SS: See Desiree? He is right as he is a future PCW World Heavyweight Champion! DM: He's got a lot of competitors to go through if he wants to get there, but he does have the ability! Jerry Matthews: Rest assured, I don’t have some kind of a sit-in, kidnapping, or some other foolish power move planned to make sure I get my way. After all, it’s not like I’m a member of Team Lethality to stoop THAT low. Matthews shares a laugh at his own joke.Jerry Matthews: Let tonight serve as my call for a place in the pecking order. But, unlike any of those low-life ingrates, I’m a man of action. When I receive a World title shot, it will be because Morgan Simmons, Terrell Ryder, or whatever authority figure has no other recourse because of the impressive nature of my resume. And, while I’ll admit that my resume is already pretty impressive, there is still a lot to do before my rise to the top reaches its zenith. SS: Like him or not, he has done everything he said he was going to do! DM: I may not support his arrogance, but he is well accomplished in this company! Jerry Matthews: Right now, there looks to be no logical end to the power struggle between Team Lethality and Toxic, so I am forced to bide my time awhile longer before I can strike and claim what rightfully belongs to the Most High. Matthews makes the sign of the cross.Jerry Matthews: In the meantime, I feel the need to entertain myself. But, not with the usual stock of competitor in the PCW locker room, oh no. By knocking off Nightrain, I’ve already proven that I can take on the biggest and the baddest this company has to offer. Not too many other people can say that, but there is one man who likes to rub his talent and pedigree down everyone’s throat on a regular basis without sounding foolish. A PCW Hall of Famer, a former World Heavyweight Champion who likes to think that he falls in with the “Elite”. Curtis Wilkes. DM: Wow! He's definitely going straight for the top! SS: Curtis is ELITE after all! DM: We know, dumbass! You say it every damn chance you have! Jerry Matthews: Curtis, ever since I walked into this company thirteen months ago, you’ve always been gloating about your accomplishments, rubbing them in the face of all your detractors. Conducting your own inquisition of sorts anytime you step in the ring, laying down your own brand of vigilante justice on your opponents for the “crimes” you claim they commit. And, frankly Curtis, it’s always been enough to make my blood boil. Matthews’ breathing starts to pick up as he begins to turn a few shades of red darker.Jerry Matthews: For too long, you’ve been walking around unfettered acting as your own judge, jury and executioner. And you’ve done so blatantly to defy the Lord God. Unfortunately for you, through his messengers, God has made me aware that your time is nearing. SS: Jerry is a man of the lord! DM: Could you suck his dick anymore? God damn! Jerry Matthews: Curtis, beating you may finally show these boneheaded fans that I am what I preach I am. And that is a fire-breathing, ass-kicking Southern pastor who takes names in the service of the Lord’s army. I urge you to accept this challenge, Curtis. Otherwise, how “Elite” can you really be? Voice: Speak of the devil Jerry Matthews. And I shall appear. Curtis walks out from behind the black curtain onto the stage dressed in his tattered jeans, black t-shirt with a gold 'E' insignia on the front. He looks at the crowd that is seemingly cheering him for interrupting the two men of the cloth in the ring. Curtis pulls a microphone from his jeans pocket and puts it to his mouth, ready to speak.Curtis: Jerry Matthews. Look at the man talking to you right now. Do you really think I give a shit about what your 'God' thinks? The crowd roars in unison. While Jerry is becoming incensed in the ring.Curtis: You have some big balls preacher man. After coming to a revelation yourself that you sucked worse than a hoover vacuum cleaner, you pissed off to fight some hacks from other companies in a supposed tournament. Now here you are in that ring that claiming you deserve a World title shot over me? Not only that, you decide to call out a man. That has never missed a day of competition in the PCW. No matter how many carrots are dangled in front of me in terms of jumping ahead of the competition. See unlike you. I can resist the temptation of greed. Because I know that I can beat anyone put in front of me. Including you asshole. Again the crowd roars in approval.Curtis: Jerry Matthews. You have called me out and chastised me for delivering 'Justice'. Unfortunately when I was getting ready to inflict some of it on you. You ran away to do another tournament. This time you won't get that chance. You want to fight me Jerry? I accept the challenge. As a matter of fact, if you want me so bad. Why don't you and I pencil ourselves in for a match. If you have the balls Jerry. I'll face you at Anarchy. Just so it gives you enough time to make peace with your maker before I drown you in a pool of your own blood. Why? Because I don't need a God. I am Elite and I am better than you and God together. Curtis pockets the microphone and walks off the stage.DM: Things are only heating up here! Jerry Matthews and Curtis Wilkes having issues with one another! SS: I'm torn! While I am a Jerry Matthews supporter... Curtis is ELITE and I always support the Elite! DM: [Sarcastically] Oh really? Wow... that's shocking! SS: It's a revelation! DM: Smh! Before I smack the piss out of this idiot, let's get it to our next match up! The PremiumTron explodes with a huge blast of pyro as ‘The Mighty Fall’ by Fall Out Boy hits the speakers hard! Looks like it’s time for a little bit of S&M.Smith Jones and Mya Denton come out onto the stage as the spotlight clambers to find them and show them off to the world! It rains fire behind PCW’s hottest couple!! The PCW Broadcast Championship belt is locked safely around the waist of the wannabe champion. He looks down and admires the glow of it under the lights. Smith smiles. He uses his index finger to draw an X across his chest. Mya steps in front of him and puts her hands on his chest, turning to give a sexy look to the camera. There’s something about the evil behind those eyes that is compelling and hot. Smith grabs her and pulls her in very close. They kiss each other in a tsunami of passion that washes over their souls. They are the only two people on Earth. The crowd’s loud boooooooooos bring them both back to reality as they hold hands and stride confidently down to ringside together. Smith leads Mya up the ring steps as they both wipe their feet and enter the ring. Mya jumps on Smith and wraps her legs around his waist as they kiss each other in the centre of the ring. Mya eventually calls for the white microphone and hands it to Smith. He raises it to his lips and he speaks.Smith Jones: The following contest is about to steal the show. Introducing first, accompanied to the ring by my muse, my Mya Denton, you devilish nymph, I hail from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. I weigh in at 229 pounds. I’m doing that thing again where you start to think I can’t but then I sooooooooo can! And hey, look. I’m still wearing the PCW Broadcast Championship around my waist like I own it and from where you people are sitting it looks pretty frickin’ good on me. I’m the killer of impossible dreams, even those who’ve lived dreams in the past. I’m the monster under your bed. I’m the mean mean man your mommy always warned you about and it’s too late for you to run because I’M RIGHT HERE!!!!!!! I’m better than Yoshi tonight. I’m Smith Jones. Pizza’s here! Come. Mya takes the Broadcast Championship belt off of Smith and gives him a kiss on the cheek. Smith smacks Mya on the ass and she giggles, taking the title and the white mic out to ringside. Jones runs the ropes and stretches as he awaits the moment of truth.Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent! The lights in the arena go out as the crowd sits in silence. "Comfortable Liar" by Chevelle erupts in the arena as the crowd retaliates with overwhelming boos. Yoshiru Long makes his way out to the stage, still shrouded in darkness. Yoshiru drops down to one knee and lowers his head to a chorus of boos from the crowd. As the lyrics begin, Yoshiru quickly flips his head back and extends his arms. A wall of flames erupt in front of him. As the flames die down, the lights return with a golden tint.Jimmy Wilkes: On his way to the ring, from Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 245 pounds. He is a member of The Elite as well as the PCW Hall of Fame... YOSHIRU LONG!!! Yoshiru rises to his feet as he makes his way down the aisle, stopping halfway to look around at the booing fans. Yoshiru enters the ring by way of the steps. He climbs on to the middle rope, taunts the crowd for a moment more, then extends his arms out to each side, posing for the crowd once again. After a few moments, Yoshiru hops down from the middle rope and quickly turns his attention to the stage as his music dies out.*DING! DING! DING!*DM: They lock up! Jones brings Yoshiru in and locks in a side head lock! Jones rolls around and locks in a hammerlock! Yoshiru Long looking for a way out but Jones has it locked on tight! Yoshiru with an elbow to the face... no! Jones ducks it and wraps his arms around Yoshiru... belly to belly suplex! Jones back to his feet... elbow drop! SS: Ouch! You wouldn't know this 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! Yoshiru grasps his chest in pain as Jones is back up once again and is measuring Yoshiru... knee drop! Cover! ONE!!!
TWO!!!DM: Kickout at two! Jones gets back up and bounces off the ropes...leg drop! No! Yoshiru rolls out of the way and Jones's leg bounces off the canvas! Yoshiru pulls himself up on the ropes as Jones nurses his leg! Yoshiru sizes up Jones as he starts to stomp his body. Jones tries to take cover under the ropes but Yoshiru drags him back into the ring! Yoshiru drags him back to his feet and sends him running to the ropes with an Irish whip. Jones comes back off the ropes and Yoshiru scoops him up... sidewalk slam!DM: Did you feel the impact on that one?! SS: I sure did Desireè! Now THAT was a great move by Yoshiru! DM: Jones arches his back in pain but Yoshiru 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 Yoshiru Long! SS: This is like a bar fight! Like the boxer going in for the kill! Fuckin' insane! The referee starts to count to five warning Yoshiru about his closed fists. Yoshiru stands up and lets down a final stomp to the face of Jones! Yoshiru on a roll now! Yoshiru forces Jones to his feet...short arm clothes line! Jones falls to his back and rolls to the outside. Yoshiru follows him out and starts to give chase. Jones takes off and rolls back into the ring. Yoshiru slides back into the ring and is met with a spear by Jones!DM: That's gonna leave a mark! SS: No kidding! Smith is very resourceful! He's that fucking awesome! DM: Fanboyism at it's finest! Jones with another shot to the head of Yoshiru! Jones forces him to his feet and hooks him up...suplex! Jones attempts a cover but Yoshiru 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! Yoshiru catches him in mid-air and bring Jones down hard with a power slam!DM: Yoshiru means business here tonight! SS: That's right Desireè, and that's why he's ELITE! DM: Yoshiru grabs Jones by both legs and sets him up...catapult! Jones's face smashes off the turnbuckle! Jones slumps back into the corner as Yoshiru charges Jones... body splash! SS: Wow! That might have just squashed Jones flat! Yoshiru Long backs off and charges him again and goes for another body splash but Jones gets a foot up connecting with Yoshiru's chin! The impact knocks Yoshiru back and turns him around dazed. Jones takes off towards Yoshiru Yoshiru and wraps his arms around his head... bull dog! Jones with the cover!ONE!!!
TWO!!!
KICKOUT!!!DM: Another two count for Jones! SS: Ahh! This one is an awesome contest! I'm loving it! DM: It has been a good one! Smith Jones back on the attack with more kicks to the sternum! Yoshiru slowly making his way back to his feet but Jones won't let up! Jones with a right! Yoshiru 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, Taint! Yoshiru with a left hook, but Jones counters with another right! Jones throws another right but Yoshiru blocks it and delivers a knee to the gut that folds Jones in half! Yoshiru grabs a hold of Jones and shoves him down... SS: PILEDRIVER! That could have just broken Jones's neck! Yosh, what the hell are you doing? COVER HIM! DM: He wants to do more damage by the looks of it! Yoshiru has Jones to his feet and sends him to the ropes...Jones comes back on the return...back body drop! Yoshiru goes to the top rope and waits for Jones to get up. He's up and Yoshiru leaps from the top rope...flying clothes line! Jones is down and Yoshiru with the cover!ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THR-NO!!! Jones kicks out!DM: Yoshiru doesn't look too happy with the referee right now! SS: This referee needs to get his fucking head out of his ass! He's old and incompetent! DM: Perfectly describes you, fatty! Yoshiru back to his feet and drags Jones up with him. Yoshiru 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 Yoshiru! Yoshiru starts to struggle as Jones tightens the hold! Yoshiru drops to one knee and is starts to fade! The referee lifts his arm and it drops! The referee checks him again but Yoshiru keeps his arm up! Yoshiru struggling back to his feet! Yoshiru with an elbow to Jones's mid-section and he releases the hold! Yoshiru takes off to the ropes and returns to Jones... shoulder block! Jones goes down and Yoshiru sets off to the ropes again. Jones ducks Yoshiru as Yoshiru jumps over Jones and bounces off the ropes again. Jones tries to leap frog over him but Yoshiru stops and catches Jones on his shoulders...powerbomb!DM: Yoshiru showing off his strength as he catches Jones in mid-air and powerbombs him almost through the ring! SS: It's gotta be over now! DM: You may be right, Yoshiru 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! Yoshiru forces him to his feet and wraps both hands around Jones's throat and lifts him up in the air!SS: BUT WAIT! JONES WITH A SURPRISE CUTTER! AND BOTH MEN ARE DOWN! DM: It's not over yet Taint! Jones has once again found a way to stay in this match! SS: Well he better savor the moment because Yoshiru won't give him another chance! DM: Here's Jones with a cover! ONE!!!
TWO!!!
NO!!!DM: Yoshiru kicks out at the last second! Jones is determined to win this match but Yoshiru isn't ready to give up either! SS: That's right Desireè! Yoshiru and Jones both back to their feet. Jones runs to the ropes and charges Yoshiru but Yoshiru uses Jones' momentum to Irish Whip him ... AND JONES HITS THE REFEREE!DM: OH MAN! THE REF IS DOWN! SS: But it's not like it matters to Yoshiru, he cuts Jones off with a stiff clothesline to the throat! Yoshiru 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! Yoshiru measuring his opponent...DM: BUT WAIT! IT'S MYA DENTON! MYA DENTON FROM BEHIND, WITH A SHINING WIZARD! AND YOSHIRU GOES DOWN HARD! SS: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!? The ref has come to his senses just in time, to see Jones forcing Yoshiru to his feet, holding on to Yoshiru's neck... and bring him down into the BACKSTABBER!DM: POINT OF CONTROVERSY! Jones nailed it! SS: FUCKING HELL! YOSHIRU WAS ROBBED! DM: Jones with the cover! ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!*DING DING DING!*Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... SMITH JONES!!! "The Mighty Fall" by Fall Out Boy hits and Mya Denton grabs the Broadcast Championship and hands it to Smith Jones. S&M celebrate to boos from the crowd.DM: Smith Jones gets the win, via questionable tactics from Mya Denton! SS: I like Smith Jones, don't get me wrong, but Yoshiru was FUCKING ROBBED! NOBODY SHOULD DO THAT TO YOSHIRU! DM: Calm down, fatty! If anything, Yoshiru got a taste of his own medicine! You would turn a blind eye if it was Yoshiru and Curtis doing this shit, huh? SS: .... DM: In any case, we will take another commercial break! We'll be back with more Rapture after these messages! **COMMERCIAL BREAK**
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Aug 31, 2013 15:13:15 GMT -5
We come back from the break and the scene opens up backstage where Morgan Simmons has her bags as it looks like she's leaving the arena. Morgan who looks like hell, isn't too happy and she's even saying some things that the camera's can pick up on.
Morgan Simmons (mumbling under her breath): Stupid mother fuckers. How fucking dare those fucking ingrates. A bunch of fucking bullshit. Fuck them all.
Morgan continues to walk with a purpose, all angry like. Once she gets to her car, a voice can be heard.
Voice: Well, well, well, Morgan. Leaving early I see.
Morgan turns back and it's James Baker who has a steel pipe in his hand. He stands over by the car next to Morgan's and looks at the PCW GM with venom in his eyes.
Morgan Simmons: What the hell do you think you're doing?
James Baker: What am I doing? Nah, you should be asking yourself the same damn question. Running away from all of the chaos that you yourself caused.
James stares at Morgan while he pats the pipe against the palm of his hand a few times.
James Baker: You always stated you wanted to cause chaos and wanted PCW to burn down to the ground. Quite frankly, you're getting that wish... yet here you are runnin' away like a coward.
James says with a smirk.
Morgan Simmons: I'm not running away.
James Baker: Oh really? Then why are you out here in the parking lot? Nobody leizures out here simply for the hell of it... unless you want to break into somebody's car, but I digress.
James shrugs his shoulders before continuing on.
James Baker: See bitch, you can't run from your problems no more. You have to face the mother fuckin' music. You gotta suffer the consequences... fully!
As James said the word "fully", a woman with jet black long hair and all black clothing appears. The four men behind her are more known as they are Kevin Styles and J.T. Banks of Da Xtreme Dynasty, and John and Danny Awesome of the Awesome Mother Fuckers and the four guys have baseball bats in their hands, surrounding Morgan as James hands the woman the lead pipe before speaking.
James Baker: What's the matter, Morgan? You can't handle these five individuals who want to rip you apart like a bunch of savage dogs? Well to be fair, if I was a normal human being, I'd do the same damn thing you tryin' to do because believe it or not, the girl with us... is more bat shit insane and out of her fuckin' mind than I am.
DM: Oh my god! And James himself is a card or two short of a full deck!
SS: Is that even possible?
James smirks before continuing.
James Baker: And you already know how fucking insane I can be. But yeah, the woman that's with us... is my cousin Abby, and she's more ruthless than I am.
James lets out an evil smile once more before he nods his head and Abby starts choking the PCW General Manager with the pipe as Styles, Banks and the Awesome's start taking turns at hitting her in the midsection with their baseball bats while James watches with an evil smile on his face.
SS: What the hell are these barbaric idiots doing? This is OUR GENERAL MANAGER for Christ sake!
DM: I don't think they give a damn in all honesty and I don't blame them either! Tonight, she's been getting what she has had coming! No question about it!
The four men continue to kick at Morgan before James tells them to let go. Abby still has the pipe around Morgan's throat as James kneels down and looks the General Manager straight in the face with hatred in his eyes.
James Baker: This is what's going to be in your future. And tell your boy toy Terrell Ryder that I am going to take this company back in my hands. His time is coming and there isn't a fucking thing he can do to stop Da Xtreme Regime. Believe that. Let her go, Abby.
Abby removes the pipe from Morgan's throat before kicking her to the ground. James flips both middle fingers at a face down Morgan Simmons before he walks off with Abby, Da Dynasty and the Awesome Mother Fuckers.
DM: My god! James Baker is back and he's not alone!
SS: This is insane! He and those group of thugs took out our General Manager!
DM: She got what she deserved in all honesty, but I'm curious about this newish group James has! Kevin and J.T. are his long time associates from Da Xtreme Dynasty and The Awesome Mother Fuckers are the team he manages, but I never knew Abby wanted to be a wrestler!
SS: So you know that crazy bitch?
DM: No shit sherlock! Now let's get it to our next match up which is Jerry Matthews versus Izurat Karr! Take that shit away, Jimmy!
Cut to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
As Josh Turner's "Long Black Train" begins to play, "The Evangelist" Jerry Matthews strides down the aisle in a suit and tie. 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... "THE EVANGELIST"... JERRY MATTHEWS!!!
His spiritual liaison, Deacon Jeremiah, accompanies him to ringside with an offering plate, ready to collect money from any believers in the crowd. As he gets to the ring, he climbs through the ropes and removes his suit. He then raises his Bible in a preachly manner to the crowd as they boo incessantly.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
As the opening riff to “Open Up the Border” plays, the entrance curtains begin to pour out a thick red smoke. Bright flashes of red and white also focus center stage, drawing all attention in that direction.
“Won't you open up the border, to rivers running green...”
Out dances Izurat Karr, feet stomping to the beat in a crude yet focused mishmash of rhythm. He does a little spin before jumping up, extending his entire body outwards as a flash of red pyrotechnics and plumes of smoke shoot from beneath him. Hitting the floor, he assumes a crouched position, before shaking rhythmically down the ramp to the ring. As he walks, he begins to pull at his mask, loosening it up before hopping up the nearest turnbuckle.
Jimmy Wilkes: In the ring, from Lone Pine, California, weighing in at 225 pounds... "THE LAUGHING WOLF"... IZURAT KARR!!!
“Open it up, open it up, open it...”
Izurat pulls his mask off, allowing his raven-black hair to flow freely, and places the mask on the turnbuckle. He turns to face the ring, and does a quick footwork dance in a circle to prepare himself.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: Here we go! This match up is underway!
SS: I'm rooting for the good reverend! He's awesome!
DM: Of course you are, Taint! No surprise there!
Karr and Matthews circling each other, both looking for position...and here's the lockup! Karr with the quick advantage applying the side headlock. He tosses Matthews to the mat, holding the headlock submission. Matthews with an excellent counter as he headbutts his way out. Karr staggers, and both men are back to their feet! They've locked up again, and Karr forces Matthews back in to the corner. The referee is calling for the clean break...but Karr delivers a knee to the gut instead! Karr snapmares Matthews out of the corner, and he quickly applies a rear chin lock.
SS: This is one thing that Matthews has to be careful about, Desiree. If he allows Karr to use this chain wrestling, it may be hard to recover!
DM: The ref checks to make sure the hold is legal...and Matthews struggles to get up. He slowly makes his way back to his feet as Karr quickly switches over to a side headlock!
Matthews tries forcing Karr off, but Karr holds the headlock tightly. He forces Matthews over, dropping him back first to the mat. Karr follows with a knee drop to Matthews's skull! He brings Matthews back to his feet...lifts him vertical...suplex, and Karr floats over in to the cover!
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!
NO!!!!!
DM: Matthews with the kickout!
SS: Matthews still has a lot of energy. But Karr knows that he needs to wear him down. He probably used that pinfall attempt to see how much more he'll need to wear him down!
DM: Karr has Matthews back up...once again lifting him vertical. And he's holding him high in the air, hesitating on the suplex...letting the blood rush to Matthews's head!
Matthews drops his knee, drilling Karr on the top of the skull. As Karr releases Matthews, he twists in air, grabbing Karr for a flying snapmare. Karr crashes to the mat, and Matthews instantly drops the leg across the throat! Matthews leaps to the top rope. Karr gets up...DOUBLE AXE HANDLE! Matthews hits the far ropes. Another leg drop, this time off the rebound...and he makes the cover, hooking the leg!
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!
NO!!!!!
DM: Karr kicks out at two!
SS: Let's go Jerry! Let's go!
Matthews quickly makes his way to the top rope...but Karr is up and cuts him off at the pass! Karr climbs up after Matthews...no!!! Matthews with a vicious double knee lift, and Karr falls back to the mat! Karr is slowly to get up and Mathews flies...ANGEL'S FLIGHT! And Karr drops down after that top rope flying clothesline.
SS: Although more a power guy, Matthews does have some decent flying skills! I see him easily walking away with a win here tonight!
DM: Matthews hits the far ropes as Karr stumbles back dazed! Karr turns around... BIG BOOT!!! NO!!! Karr ducked it! Matthews turns to Karr... TOMAHAWK DROP!!! STUNNER CONNECTS OUT OF FUCKING NOWHERE!
SS: Karr quickly hooks Matthews's leg as the ref begins his count!
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!
THREE!!!
NO!!!
DM: MATTHEWS KICKED OUT!
SS: YES! I KNEW he could do it! Great heart shown by Matthews!
DM: Also a hell of an effort from Izurat Karr! Both competitors are doing good here!
Karr looks at the Ricky Tiffin and thought it was a three count, but Tiffin shrugs as he informs Karr that Matthews's shoulder moved as he was about to land the three! Karr picks Matthews up and whips him hard in to the steel post... NO! REVERSAL BY MATTHEWS! Karr crashes back first, before collapsing to a sitting position against the post. Matthews steps on to his corner. He takes a running start...STINGER SPLASH...and down goes Karr to the corner!
DM: What a move by Matthews! Matthews brings Karr back to his feet and rolls him back in to the center of the ring. He goes for the Saviors's Wrath...no! Karr gets out of it and hits a reverse DDT to Matthews!
SS: Smart move there by Karr!
DM: Matthews gets to a seated position and Karr runs off the ropes...SMILE-TAKER... NO! Matthews ducked and Karr misses! Matthews gets back to his feet and once Karr turns around, Matthews picks him up...
SS: HOLY VENDETTA!!! Matthews crushed him with a devastating running powerslam! And he quickly makes the cover!
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!
THREE!!!!!
*DING DING DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... "THE EVANGELIST"... JERRY MATTHEWS!!!
"Long Black Train" by Josh Turner hits and the crowd boos loudly as Jerry Matthews is announced as the winner and gets his hand raised by the referee.
DM: Jerry Matthews with another victory tonight, further making a statement tonight!
SS: That's just what the good reverend does! He makes statements! And he's never wrong!
DM: Oh really now? Because I think he's full of shit!
SS: Quit talking about the reverend like that! God won't like that you know!
DM: I don't give a flying fuck, you donut munching moron!
The scene opened backstage where Mya Denton stood outside of Smith Jones’ locker room. A devious little smile plays on her face as she straightens her clothing and hair prior to walking into the locker room. As the camera panned back, a figure was seen slipping out of the shadows. It was large, too large to be Brytain Montgomery and it was sliding silently closer and closer to Mya. The figure wore a black hoodie, the large hood pulled down over their face so that any discernable features were lost in the shadow of it. The figure was male, that much was obvious from the height and broad shoulders but who exactly it was remained to be seen.
The man clenched his fist tightly around a tire iron. He slipped closer and closer to Mya before bringing the tire iron back and with a sickening crunch, landing a blow to her temple that sent her crumpling to the ground.
The figure leaned down and hauled her up by her hair, throwing her over his shoulder and silently blending into the shadows again.
DM: Good god have mercy! Mya Denton has been laid out backstage!
SS: Who the hell is under that hoodie?
DM: That's a very good question, Taint! We will stay on this situation and update you guys if there is any updates to report! Right now, we're taking a commercial break! We'll be back with more PCW after this!
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Aug 31, 2013 15:13:44 GMT -5
We are back from the break and the scene opens up to the ring where there are two red and gold thrones in the center of the ring. In the audience, the crowd isn't sure what the hell is going on, but they go to boos as Kelly Hampton walks out from the back with a briefcase in her hand while wearing a sparkling blue gown with a silver tiara on her head.
SS: Damn! Baby girl lookin' smokin' tonight!
DM: This is garbage! It's bad enough Mi Pi Sexy has the tag team titles! Now we have to witness them brag about it?
SS: You can close your eyes while I watch greatness in the ring!
DM: Shut up, idiot!
Kelly continues to walk down the ramp and receives a few cat calls from the male fans in attendance. She grabs a microphone from Jimmy Wilkes before stepping on the steps and getting in the ring via underneath the bottom rope. She stands right in front of the thrones and adjusts the crown on her head as she looks at the crowd, unimpressed to say the least.
Kelly Hampton: Peasants. You all...
The crowd's boos are drowning out Kelly's voice.
Kelly Hampton: Is this damn thing on?
Kelly smacks the mic against her hand a few times before she talks into it again.
Kelly Hampton: Okay good. Now peasants. Tonight, you will witness a proud day in the history of the PCW World Tag Team titles. Because right now, we will be here to celebrate the beginning of the long and historic reign of Reyna Carter and Angelina Williams.
The crowd boos very loudly.
Kelly Hampton: So with that said. Idiots, ugly people, get up off of your lazy behinds and give a standing ovation to the NEW PCW World... No, no! The NEW MEANS GIRLS CHAMPIONS! Reyna Carter and Angelina Williams...MI PI SEXY!!!
"Puppets on a String (lyrics)" by Dale Oliver hits and the crowd goes to huge boos as Reyna Carter and Angelina Williams walk out from the back. Reyna is wearing a short black dress with black stiletto's and a tiara over her head as she has her half of the tag team titles on her left shoulder and the European-Canadian Championship on the other. Beside her is Angelina Williams, who is in a red dress with black heels and a tiara over her head as her half of the tag team titles is on her left shoulder as she has the magic wand in her right hand. Behind them is Derek Saunders who's in a white and black tuxedo suit with the Ugly Stick in his hand.
DM: This is just sickening! I get more ill by the minute!
SS: This is a fiesta! It's wonderful! I love this moment!
As the three of them stand on the ramp, Kelly Hampton claps in the middle of the ring and suddenly, glitter starts falling out from the top of the arena and the crowd is booing even louder. The three of them slowly walk down the ramp, with Angelina and Reyna mockingly waving to the crowd while Derek has a smile on his face. As the fans try and reach for the champions, Derek threatens them with the Ugly Stick before catching back up to his girls. He helps them walk on the stairs before Kelly lets the ropes down for them to get in. The four members of Mi Pi Sexy hug each other in celebration and the crowd is booing very loudly. Reyna and Angelina take a seat in their specialized thrones as Kelly hands both of them their own specialized pink microphone's.
DM: Pink mics? REALLY?
SS: It's a nice touch!
The music dies down and Reyna begins to speak.
Reyna Carter: WE DID IT!!!
The crowd boos very loudly.
Reyna Carter: We told you idiots that we would win these titles and we did so. We told everybody who would listen that we are the most dominant tag team in this company and we proved it two weeks ago.
Angelina Williams: We are the new faces of the tag team world. You are all lucky that these new faces are much better looking than the old ones!'
Reyna Carter: The people think they know all the answers, but they know nothing. All they do is doubt. They doubted we would be Mean Girls Champions, they have been doubting our greatness in Pride Wrestling and they're saying we're not going to amount to anything in Japan Pro Wrestling.
Angelina Williams: All you filthy peasants doubt our greatness? And why? Because you think it's impossible that people as glamorous and beautiful as Reyna and I are could never be tough. But we have shown you that what you think is impossible already exists. We are perfection.
Reyna Carter: I agree. And all the filth from this dump of a city probably ask for favours and handouts because they're all just poor and fat and miserable and...UGLY! I mean for the love of god, do any of you morons clean yourself? Do you people even have teeth? It's gross in here. I officially declare this dumphole the ugly capital of this inferior country.
The crowd boos.
Reyna Carter: Truth hurts, doesn't it? Because this country does suck. Canada is where it's at. The greatest country in the world and I wouldn't dare live anywhere else really.
Reyna smiles and her and Angelina both touch the briefcase Kelly brought out.
Reyna Carter: We have said that we would rechristen these titles as the Mean Girls Championship's. A title that's more appealing in the looks department. These current sets of titles just are...ugh! They're hideous.
Angelina Williams: We gave these titles an extreme makeover! Now they are finally presentable!
Reyna Carter: Now without further adieu, I present to all of you peasants...the MEANS GIRLS CHAMPIONSHIP BELTS!
Reyna and Angelina open the case up at the same time and once it's open, they grab the titles which is a pink design that says Mean Girls with some glitter and diamonds on it over a black leather strap. Reyna and Angelina stand up and raise the titles in the air to huge boos from the crowd.
Reyna Carter: We are the Mean Girls Champions!
Angelina Williams: And that means we are the greatest and fiercest team ever!
Mi Pi Sexy starts to gloat to boos from the crowd. Not long later, "Never Enough" by Five Finger Death Punch hits and the crowd is elated with cheers as Mariah Lopez and Rachel Robinson walk out but they're all business judging by their facial expressions. They walk to the ring and Mariah is handed a microphone before her and Rachel slide in underneath the bottom rope. They get in the faces of Angelina Williams and Reyna Carter, who are holding not only the PCW World Tag Team Championships, but their newly made Mean Girls ones as well.
Mariah Lopez: So this is what it has become?
Mariah speaks with intensity in her voice.
Mariah Lopez: It was bad enough that Derek and Kelly had to interfere in our match up two weeks ago, but now... we have the tag team titles being turned into... whatever the fuck those pink pieces of crap that's on your shoulders.
The crowd cheers and Reyna and Angelina aren't liking it one bit.
Mariah Lopez: Now I have some good news and I have some bad news for you two plastic bitches. The good news, you will be having a rematch with us at Anarchy in a brutal environment of our choosing.
Mariah and Rachel high five each other as Reyna and Angelina don't look too pleased.
Mariah Lopez: Now for the bad news. The bad news is really simple, shouldn't be too complex. But you have forty-two days to hug and cherish those titles because your reign of terror... is NOT going to last sweethearts. Why? Becuase the PCW World Tag Team Championship's are on the line. And I'm talking about the REAL tag team titles.
Mariah looks at the new champions before continuing.
Mariah Lopez: You two spoiled brats can live in your little fantasy world, but the reality is - Rachel and I... are going to be tag team champions AGAIN! And there's absolutely NOTHING you two or your little lackeys can do about it.
Mariah drops the microphone and The Princesses of Lethality and Mi Pi Sexy have a staredown. Reyna and Angelina raise their titles, and then slap Mariah and Rachel in the face. Mariah and Rachel retailiate by engaging in a brawl with Reyna and Angelina. The two teams fight each other but it wouldn't be long before Mariah and Rachel clothesline the champions over the ropes and to the outside.
DM: And there goes the champs!
Before they could celebrate, Mi Pi Sexy manager Kelly Hampton hits Rachel in the back with a portrait, but Rachel just stands there and looks angry. This prompts Mariah to start attacking Kelly. Derek Jacobs gets in the ring to make the save, but Rachel starts brawling with him and sends him packing with a low blow and hits him with the Code of Light.
DM: Mariah and Rachel are disposing of Mi Pi Sexy!
SS: NO! DAMMIT NO! FIGHT BACK!
This leaves Mariah and Rachel alone with Kelly Hampton and the rest of Mi Pi Sexy disposed of. Kelly tries to run but both Mariah and Rachel block the exits. Rachel grabs Kelly by the hair and hits her with a few rights and lefts before dropping her down with a superkick. Rachel then gets Kelly back up and places her in a neckbreaker like position as Mariah climbs to the top rope. The two of them smile at each other before Mariah dives off and hits a Diving Crossbody as Rachel falls back with the Neckbreaker.
DM: LETHAL BREAKDOWN! Mariah and Rachel have just crushed Kelly Hampton with the Lethal Breakdown!
SS: Oh they're going to get it now! They're going to pay!
Mariah and Rachel survey the damage they have done and they share a smile before they grab the tag team title belts and the Mean Girl belts.
Mariah Lopez: There's more from where that came from. Kelly Hampton, WELCOME TO...
Mariah holds the microphone up for the crowd to speak.
Crowd: THE WORLD OF LETHALITY!!!
Mariah drops the microphone and "Never Enough" by Five Finger Death Punch hits and the crowd cheers as Mariah and Rachel raise the titles in the air before going to the outside of the ring. They each blow a kiss at Reyna and Angelina before laying the titles beside them and walking to the back, but not without slapping hands with the fans.
DM: The Princesses of Lethality have made their intentions known, and they laid out that crappy manager Kelly Hampton in the process!
SS: They're going to pay for this! Reyna and Angelina are going to make them pay!
DM: By what exactly? I would really like to know how they will make them pay for this!
SS: You'll see, Desiree! You'll see!
DM: Yeah right! Let's take you to our next match up which is Curtis Wilkes versus Brian Stryker! Take it away, Jimmy!
Cut to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
The beginning of Revolution plays as the guitar intro hammers out into the arena. Brian Stryker walks out from behind the curtain, his wolf hood up, followed by his friend Glenn Jacobs, Brian walks to the center of the stage. He throws his hood back and holds up both of his fists as he screams "Revolution!".
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, weighing in at 215 pounds... "THE GOD OF WAR"... BRIAN STRYKER!!!
He side skips down the ramp pumping the crowd up. He does a lap around the ring high fiving everyone in the front row. When he complete's his lap, he gives Jacobs a friendly pat on the chest as Brian climbs the steel steps. He climbs the turnbuckle to the top and raises his arms in the air, shouting "REVOLT!" Before hoping down onto the floor.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
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 and a member of The Elite... "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 as he waits for the bell to ring.
*DING! DING! DING!*
The match begins, and Wilkes goes for a clothesline, but Stryker ducks, and goes for a kick to the head, but Wilkes ducks, and connects with a belly to belly suplex, he then lifts Stryker to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a Butterfly suplex before connecting with a knee drop to the face, he then lifts Stryker to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a German suplex before lifting Stryker back to his feet, and connecting with a backbreaker, he then begins delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about eight stomps before lifting Stryker to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a Russian leg sweep, he then lifts Stryker back to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before connecting with a elbow drop to the face, he then lifts Stryker to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before lifting Stryker back to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a half nelson suplex, he then connects with a knee drop to the face before lifting Stryker to his feet, and connecting with a backbreaker, he then lifts Stryker back to his feet, 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 begins stalking Stryker. Stryker gets to his knees, and Wilkes connects with the Buzzsaw kick before going for the pin!
SS: Curtis with that Buzzsaw kick! This match is over!
DM: I think it's going to take more than a Buzzsaw kick to put Stryker away, dumbass!
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
SS: Damn!
DM: I told you so!
Wilkes lifts Stryker to his feet, and goes for a scoop slam, but Stryker reverses it into a headscissors takedown. Wilkes gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a kick to the head before locking in a cross armbar. Wilkes refuses to give up, so Stryker puts 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 bottum rope. Stryker gives Wilkes a clean break, lifts him to his feet, and Irish whips him into the ropes on the other side of the ring. Wilkes runs back at Stryker, and Stryker catches him with a dropkick, he then waits for Wilkes to get back to his feet. Wilkes eventually gets back to his feet, and Stryker runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard dropkick before locking in a surfboard stretch. Wilkes refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Wilkes still refuses to give up, and Stryker eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then waits for Wilkes to get to his feet. Wilkes eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a spinning wheel kick before delivering a stomp to the midsection, forcing Wilkes to sit up, holding his stomach in pain, he then runs into the ropes, runs back at Wilkes, and connects with a running dropkick to the face before turning Wilkes over, and locking in a Camel clutch. Wilkes refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Wilkes still refuses to give up, and Stryker eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then waits for Wilkes to get to his feet. Wilkes eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Wilkes gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with a dropkick. Wilkes gets back to his feet again, and Stryker runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody before turning Wilkes over, and locking in a armbar. Wilkes refuses to give up, so Stryker puts 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. Stryker gives Wilkes a clean break, lifts him to his feet, drags him to the middle of the ring, and connects with the Stryke 2 before going for the pin!
DM: Stryker with that STO he calls the Stryke 2!
SS: Come on Curtis! Kick out!
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
SS: YES!!! Curtis is going to win!
DM: It's still early, Taint. Stryker still has a chance!
Stryker lifts Wilkes to his feet, and goes for a Irish whip, but Wilkes reverses it into a Irish whip of his own, and Stryker runs into the ropes, runs back at Wilkes, and Wilkes catches him with a back body drop, he then lifts Stryker to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a neckbreaker before delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about fourteen stomps, he then lifts Stryker to his feet, and connects with a backbreaker before connecting with a knee drop to the face, he then lifts Stryker to his feet, and connects with a suplex before lifting Stryker back to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a gutwrench suplex, he then begins delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about twelve stomps before lifting Stryker to his feet, and connecting with a backbreaker, he then lifts Stryker back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a German suplex before connecting with a leg drop, he then lifts Stryker back to his feet again, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before connecting with a stomp to the midsection, forcing Stryker to sit up, holding his midsection in pain, he then runs into the ropes, runs back at Stryker, and connects with a running knee strike to the face before delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about seven stomps, he then lifts Stryker to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a Tiger suplex before lifting Stryker back to his feet, and connecting with a belly to belly suplex, he then connects with a knee drop to the face before lifting Stryker to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a Russian leg sweep, he then waits for Stryker to get back to his feet. Stryker eventually gets back to his feet, and Wilkes connects with the Super kick before going for the pin!
SS: Curtis with the Super kick! That's a great move by Curtis! This match is over!
DM: I wouldn't be too sure about that, Taint!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Stryker kicks out at two!
SS: FUCK!!! Come on, Curtis! Put that fucking hamster away!
Wilkes lifts Stryker to his feet, gets behind him, and goes for a back suplex, but Stryker fights out of it by doing a back flip, and lands on his feet behind Wilkes. Wilkes turns around, and Stryker connects with a enzuigiri before stalking Wilkes. Wilkes gets to his hands and knees, and Stryker runs into the ropes, runs back at Wilkes, and connects with a running dropkick to the side of the head, he then goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for Wilkes to get to his feet. Wilkes eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker leaps off, and connects with a diving hurricanrana before locking in a surfboard stretch. Wilkes refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Wilkes still refuses to give up, and Stryker eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then waits for Wilkes to get to his feet. Wilkes eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a kick to the head before waiting for Wilkes to get back to his feet. Wilkes eventually gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with a dropkick. Wilkes gets back to his feet again, and Stryker connects with another dropkick. Wilkes gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a kick to the head before locking in a cross armbar. Wilkes refuses to give up, so Stryker puts 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 bottum rope. Stryker gives Wilkes a clean break, and waits for Wilkes to get to his feet. Wilkes eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Wilkes gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with a enzuigiri before locking in the Shawshank!
DM: Shawshank! Stryker has the Shawshank locked in!
SS: Come on, Curtis! Don't give up!
Wilkes refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Wilkes still refuses to give up, so Stryker puts even more pressure on the hold, but Wilkes STILL refuses to give up, and Stryker eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then waits for Wilkes to get to his feet. Wilkes eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker goes for a kick to the head, but Wilkes ducks, 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 lifts Stryker to his feet, and connects with a belly to belly suplex before lifting Stryker back to his feet, and connecting with a backbreaker, he then begins delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about twelve stomps before connecting with a leg drop, he then lifts Stryker to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before lifting Stryker back to his feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a Butterfly suplex, he then connects with a elbow drop to the face before lifting Stryker to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a half nelson suplex, he then lifts Stryker back to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before connecting with a elbow drop to the face, he then lifts Stryker to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a German suplex before lifting Stryker back to his feet, and connecting with a belly to belly suplex, he then lifts Stryker back to his feet again, and connects with the Sit Out Facebuster before going for the pin!
SS: Beautiful move by Curtis! This match HAS to be over!
DM: We'll see about that.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Stryker kicks out at two!
SS: FUCK!!!
The crowd cheers over the kickout, and Wilkes lifts Stryker to his feet, and goes for a suplex, but Stryker fights out of it, and lands on his feet behind Wilkes. Wilkes turns around, and Stryker jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Wilkes gets to his feet, and Stryker jumps up, and connects with another hurricanrana. Wilkes gets back to his feet, and Stryker jumps up, and connects with a third hurricanrana. Wilkes gets back to his feet again, and Stryker connects with a dropkick. Wilkes gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with another dropkick. Wilkes gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with a third dropkick. Wilkes gets back to his feet again, and Stryker connects with a enzuigiri before locking in a ground head lock. Wilkes refuses to give up, so Stryker puts 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. Stryker gives Wilkes a clean break, lifts Wilkes to his feet, and Irish whips him into the ropes on the other side of the ring. Wilkes runs back at Stryker, and Stryker jumps up, and catches him with a hurricanrana, he then waits for Wilkes to get back to his feet. Wilkes eventually gets back to his feet, and Stryker runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard dropkick before locking in a surfboard stretch. Wilkes refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Wilkes still refuses to give up, and Stryker eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then waits for Wilkes to get to his feet. Wilkes eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard hurricanrana before waiting for Wilkes to get back to his feet. Wilkes eventually gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with a kick to the head before locking in the Lockdown!
DM: Now here's a move I'm not sure we have ever seen Stryker do before! but it looks pretty painful!
SS: If you ask me. It looks pretty shitty!
DM: Shut up, Taint! Wilkes could tap the fuck out!
SS: HELL NO!!! COME ON CURTIS!!! GET TO THE ROPES!!!
Wilkes refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Wilkes still refuses to give up, so Stryker puts even more pressure on the hold, but Wilkes STILL refuses to give up, and begins making his way to the ropes. It takes a moment, but Wilkes eventually gets to the ropes, and grabs the bottom rope. Stryker gives Wilkes a clean break, and waits for him to get to his feet. It takes a moment, but Wilkes eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with the First Stryke! he then drags Wilkes to the middle of the ring, goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, leaps off, and connects with the Air Stryke before going for the pin!
DM: Air Stryke! I think Stryker may have the win here!
SS: NO!!! PLEASE KICK OUT, CURTIS!!!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
SS: HA! Curtis kicks out at two. YES!!!
Stryker waits for Wilkes to get to his feet. Wilkes eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker runs into the ropes, runs back at Wilkes, but Wilkes catches him with a drop toe hold, and locks in Embrace the Darkness!
SS: YES!!! Embrace the Darkness! Stryker is going to tap out!
DM: Hmmm. YOu might be right. We will see.
Stryker refuses to give up, so Wilkes puts more pressure on the hold, but Stryker still refuses to give up, so Wilkes puts even more pressure on the hold, but Stryker STILL refuses to give up, so Wilkes puts even MORE pressure on the hold, and Stryker tries to fight out of it. He tries to get to the ropes, but he fails, and eventually passes out, the ref then raises Stryker's right arm in the air before dropping it!
ONE!!!
The ref raises Stryker's right arm in the air before dropping it again!
TWO!!!
The ref raises Stryker's right arm in the air before dropping it a third time!
THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by submission... "THE AUSSIE PSYCHO"... CURTIS WILKES!!!
"Snap Your Fingers, Snap Your Neck" by Grinspoon hits and the crowd gives a mixed reaction to Curtis being announced as the winner.
DM: Curtis rebounds and he got the submission victory over Brian Stryker!
SS: See? He's better than Stryker! Easily!
DM: I don't think so, Taint! Curtis is a great talent, but Stryker's really come into his own since Battle Finale! The guy in my books is a future star! No question about it!
Curtis rolls out of the ring and walks up the ramp while Stryker is just now getting to his feet and the crowd gives him a standing ovation for the spectacular effort he put in.
DM: Great ovation from this crowd for Brian Stryker! Great match all around!
Stryker rolls out of the ring and slaps hands with the fans before going to the back. From there, we go to commercial break.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Aug 31, 2013 15:14:18 GMT -5
It's drawing closer!
The month where it starts to get cold!
The month where it becomes harder for the blue collar worker!
But October is the month of... extreme!
Every match on the card will be Hardcore! Anything goes and we mean ANYTHING!
As said, tables, ladders chairs, barbed wire, guitars! You name it, and it's likely allowed!
The violence returns to pay-per-view!
Come join us for a little Anarchic violence on October 12th, 2013!
Feel the Anarchic ways of PCW coming to your television sets only on pay-per-view! We come back from the break and lyrics start playing through the sound system.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 plunged into complete and total darkness and as the first few strains of "Bullet With Butterfly Wings" by The Smashing Pumpkins thundered from the sound system, there was an explosion of pyro, blindingly white. The pyro popped and crackled 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...Brytain Montgomery slowly stepped out onto the ramp, her mouth pressed in a thin, cold line. She slowly walked towards the ring, her movements more like a glide than a walk. The pyro glinted off of her cheekbones and hollowed out her face, making the smirk look more and more sadistic.
She slid into the ring, roughly shoving her bright pink hair away from her face. Slowly, Brytain snatched the microphone from the ring announcer’s hand and fixed him with a arched eyebrow that let him know it was time to leave the ring.Tell me I'm the only one... Tell me there's no other one...As her music continued to thunder through the arena, she turned to face the stage once more. The crowd wasn’t sure how to react when a tall, dark figure appeared on the stage. The man’s face was shrouded by the hood of his jacket again and he had Mya Denton over one shoulder, the Broadcast Championship over the other and Smith Jones’ lifeless body dragging behind him by the back of Smith’s shirt.
As the last few strains of “Bullet With Butterfly Wings” faded out, the hooded figure threw Mya Denton carelessly over the top rope where she landed in a heap on the canvas. The hooded man hauled Smith into the ring and deposited his limp form next to that of his girlfriend.
Brytain reached inside the fitted, black leather ring jacket she wore that stretched all the the way down to the canvas and pulled free two pair of shiny metal handcuffs. She gestured with her chin towards the ropes before she snatched Mya up by the hair and dragged her over, cuffing her to the top ring rope as the hooded man did the same to Smith.
Brytain glanced over at her partner in crime and a cold, devious smirk spread across her lips. She said something to the figure that couldn’t be heard and he nodded his head and disappeared back into the shadows.Brytain Montgomery: Rise and shine, bitches. I want you awake for this. Every goddamn minute of it. With the toe of her boot, she kicked Smith and Mya in the ribs a few times before both began to rouse, their eyes as a heady mixture of shock, pain and confusion spread across their faces.
Brytain paces slightly, waiting for Smith and Mya to fully realize their situation as she reaches into her jacket again, this time for the tire iron. The same one that the hooded figure had used on Mya Denton earlier in the night. She twirled it casually between her fingers.Brytain Montgomery: Has it been a fun two weeks, Smith? Reliving your glory days as the Broadcast champion? Your delusions leading you to believe that you ever have a chance at holding this belt again? That you ever mattered to the Broadcast division? Truth is, Smith… this division meant nothing before me. It will mean nothing after me. You did nothing for the Broadcast title. Neither did Stryker or Danielle Lopez or any of the nameless, faceless idiots who held this title before I did. Nothing matters but now. You think holding this belt makes you the champion… you think that touching it every night before you jack off on it makes you special. But it doesn’t. It just makes you a sad, pathetic man who can’t accept that he couldn’t beat Brytain motherfucking Montgomery. That little show that you put on at Wrestle Extravaganza was… lackluster. Let me give you a piece of advice that’s served me well, Smith…. the next time you and your bitch over there decide you’re going to try to put me down you’d better make sure I STAY down. She pauses, glancing over at the enraged Smith Jones with her head tilted, an innocent smile crossing her face.Brytain Montgomery: What’s the matter, Smithy? You’ve had so much to say over the last few weeks and now suddenly… you’ve got a little performance anxiety and you’ve gone quiet on me. Is it because the truth is… that you couldn’t beat me so you threw a tempertantrum in the ring? You wailed and stomped your little feet and you stole the Broadcast title as though that would mean something to me. She leans down and gingerly picks the title up between two fingers, glancing down at it disdainfully.Brytain Montgomery: Smith… the championship isn’t this belt. This belt is a symbol. Brytain Montgomery IS the championship. Not… this. She keeps her eyes on Smith as she walks over to the turnbuckle, pulling a large metal trash can to the center of the ring. She reaches into a pocket in her ring jacket and pulls out a can of lighter fluid, liberally dousing the leather and metal of the Broadcast Championship.
Smith’s eyes are wide in shock as his mind slowly works to process what it is that Montgomery is planning to do next.Brytain Montgomery: You say that I’m a disgrace to this belt and that I make a mocker of it. That I don’t respect it enough. Yet, you’re the one letting your naked whore rub it all over her herpes sores, fucking on it, treating it like it like a joke. If anyone has made a mockery of this title… this division… it’s you. You sad, pathetic, delusional waste of air time. Then you have the goddamn balls to suggest that I should have to win this belt back from you. A belt that you couldn’t beat me for. A belt that you will NEVER beat me for. See, Smith, I wasn’t kidding when I said that no one would EVER hold this championship belt again… I’m taking away the symbol because it’s unnecessary. Because it’s just a symbol. Because I AM the championship. Not… [She glances at the title belt with disgust] ...this thing… In one swift movement, she pulls a lighter from the pocket of her ring coat and flicks it. Smith’s eyes reflect the flames as he stares at it, in shock and horror. He screams at her not to do it. Threatens death and any number of unpleasantries but Brytain’s smirk only grows wider as she slowly brings the flame to the now highly flammable title belt. She ignites it, watching the flames creep up the belt. The flames singe the metal black, warp it and eat up the leather holding it together. When the orange-blue flames finally reach her fingertips, she lets go and drops what’s left of the belt into the trash can where it continues to smolder and burn until every piece of non-metal material on the belt has turned to ash.Brytain Montgomery: I’ll give you your rematch at Anarchy, Smith. Not because I need to win this belt back from you… not because I think you deserve it… but because I rather enjoy unraveling you. With that, she drops the mic, advancing on Smith and Mya. Smith is livid, straining against the handcuffs to reach Brytain. She stands just out of his reach for a few moments, twirling the tire iron loosely between her fingers before she brings it back and let’s loose all of her anger and frustration on the two handcuffed in front of her. She swings the tire iron again and again until their screaming stops, until they’re bloody on the mat in front of her.
Stepping back, she pauses for a minute before she produces a pair of scissors. Leaning down, she hauls Mya Denton up by her hair. Staring down at the other woman with a twisted smile on her face she hacks off several hunks of Mya’s hair before dropping the scissors and hair onto the canvas.Brytain Montgomery: [Softly] An eye for an eye… and the whole world went blind. As “Bullet with Butterfly Wings” plays over the sound system again, she turns and slips out of the ring.DM: Brytain Montgomery... has burned... the Broadcast Championship! SS: I'm... I'm... I'm speechless! This is the first time a title belt has been burned! I'm not sure how to feel about it! DM: Just imagine how Smith Jones felt watching that, and multiply that times by the past champions who held that belt with pride and honor, and it's probably triple the anger! SS: No kidding! Imagine how the pioneers of the division must feel despite really not going for that title any longer! DM: Good point! Up next is our main event match! Champions Showcase! SS: I'm getting word from Morgan that due to what just transpired, Brytain Montgomery has been removed from the match! DM: Wait... how the fuck do you get official word? Oh right, you kiss Morgan and Terrell's asses! I forgot! SS: Don't hate that I'm liked by management! DM: Whatever, ass kisser! But since I guess Brytain is out of the match, it's just Syn versus Reaper one more time! Jimmy, take it away! Cut to the ring.Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is your Saturday Night Rapture MAIN EVENT of the evening and it is a Champion versus Champion match, scheduled for ONE FALL! The crowd cheers.Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first! The lights in the arena go out.JUST BECAUSE SEASONS DON'T FEAR THE REAPER!!!! DON'T MEAN YOU SHOULDN'T!!!!"Chop Suey" by System Of A Down hits the sound system, a weird blue light fills the arena, and out comes Ryan "the Reaper" Robinson with is signature black steel golf club in his right hand, and the PCW Platinum Championship in his left hand. As he looks around at the fans with a twisted smile on his face. He raises both his golf club and the Platinum Championship in the air for a few seconds, then puts his arms down, and he begins making his way down to the ring.Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Winchester, Kentucky, weighing in at 285 pounds. He is a member of Team Lethality and the PCW PLATINUM CHAMPION... RYAN... "THE REAPER"... ROBINSON!!! He walks down the ramp and takes some time to slap hands with the fans. He reaches the end of the ramp and looks around before sliding in underneath the bottom rope. He goes to the top rope and raises both the Platinum title and the golf club in the air to cheers from the crowd. He hops off and hands the Platinum title to the referee and sets his golf club down in the corner as he waits for the match to begin.Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent! Duality hits, and the lights go off, and an eerie green smoke begins filling the ringside area, signaling the arrival of Syn. A purple lighting comes over the arena moments later, and Syn is shown sitting down indian style on The Announce Table, his eyes closed and displaying the painted designs over his eyelids. His eyes snap open and smirks darkly as he stands up, before he raises his arms as the smoke seems to increase and the crowd gives him a mixed reaction.Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 216 pounds. He is the PCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... THIS... IS... SYN!!! He jumps off and walks over to the steel steps, before pausing to remove his trench coat and hands it to a stage hand. He calmly walks up the steel steps and enters the ring, before he walks over to a corner and climbs to the top turbuckle, sitting down as he peered out into the crowd. He then turns his attention back to the ring as he waits for the match to begin.*DING! DING! DING!*DM: And here we go! This main event match up is underway! Champion versus Champion! SS: Originally it was scheduled to be a Champions Showcase match, but Brytain decided not to compete! DM: And we are joined by none other than former PCW World Champion and the woman who is challenging Syn to a rematch for the title at Anarchy, Danielle Lopez! Danielle: Pleasure as always, Desiree! Taint, if you ever hit on my mother again, I will make sure you are handicapped... permanently! Syn and Reaper look at each other and they immediately go face to face. They have a staredown before Syn throws the first shot as he hands a right. But Reaper comes back with a right of his own. The two longtime rivals immediately start hitting each other with haymakers and it looks like they're not stopping until Syn ducks a right from Reaper, and starts delivering some haymakers of his own. He whips Reaper off into the ropes. Reaper comes back off the rebound and hits a high knee to the face to take him down.DM: High knee from Syn and this one is physical from the get-go! SS: That's basically how it is when Syn has to face Retard! He has to put this mother fucking idiot away as quick as he can! Danielle: It's REAPER, you stupid fucking moron! DM: Keep saying it and Danielle's going to knock your ass out, Taint! Syn stays on Reaper and starts stomping away at him. He drops an elbow onto Reaper's chest, and then follows up with a knee drop to the forehead. Syn isn't wasting anytime as he gets Reaper to a seated position... and delivers a knee strike to the back. He delivers a second... and a third... and a fourth before bouncing off the ropes. Once he runs to Reaper... he hits him with a snapmare that whips him back to the mat. Syn quickly goes for the pin.ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!DM: Reaper kicks out at the count of two! SS: Retard sucks! DM: Shut up, Taint! God damn idiot! Danielle: We all know the idiots Taint supports and let's be completely honest, they all suck! They're certainly not the level or class of The Lethal Latina! DM: I want to ask for the people at home! Are you prepared for round three against Syn at Anarchy? Danielle: I'm very motivated! As I said, I don't care what match he chooses, because I am willing to walk through hell to regain what I rightfully never lost in the first place, and Wrestle Extravaganza IV is so much full of bullshit that I don't consider it an actual loss on my record! Syn gets back to his feet and looks down at Reaper with no emotion on his face whatsoever. He starts stomping on Reaper some more. Reaper tries to block the kicks but Syn continues to kick him. Syn goes for another stomp, but this time, Reaper blocks it and manages to trip Syn to the mat. Reaper gets to his feet and now starts delivering some stomps of his own to the PCW World Heavyweight Champion. Reaper doesn't let up as he starts stomping on the left leg of Syn. He stomps over and over again. Reaper now drops an elbow on Syn's knee before locking him in a single leg Boston Crab.DM: Reaper's got the submission perfectly applied! He could make his longtime rival submit here! SS: NO! Come on Syn! DON'T let Retard make you tap out! Danielle: One of these days Taint, you're going to wish you hadn't pissed me off! Reaper has the submission locked in tightly and Syn has nowhere to go as the Platinum Champion applies more pressure to the left leg of Syn. Syn's struggling mightily as Reaper continues to apply the hold and cranks back further. But Syn tries to scoot his way to the ropes. Syn's almost there, but Reaper sits back up and pulls him back to the center of the ring. Syn's contemplating on tapping out, but he doesn't do so. He starts to turn over... and he does! He kicks Reaper off of him. Syn barely gets up, but Reaper comes back and hits a forearm to the face of the World Champion.DM: Reaper still in firm control of this one! SS: Syn will be back! He knows how that Retard operates! I'm just hoping Retard goes the way of Old Yeller and dies off! DM: I hope you die of a massive heart attack, you fucking piece of shit! Fuck you! Danielle: Desiree, I agree wholeheartedly! Reaper is taking it to Syn, which with the history these two share, it's not at all surprising to see! Syn struggles to get to his feet and Reaper stays on him by pounding him in the forehead. Reaper takes Syn down with another right hand to the face. He points at the crowd who cheer for him before bouncing off the ropes and he comes back off the return... and hits Syn with The Reapist's Leg Drop across the throat. Syn's in a world of hurt and Reaper now makes the cover.ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!DM: Now Syn with a kickout! But this one has been physical so far! SS: Come on Syn! Kick it into gear! Don't let the Retard get a win over you! DM: Smh! Reaper gets back to his feet and gets Syn up to a vertical standing and he starts landing lefts and rights to the face. Reaper whips him into one of the corners. He runs in and goes for a Reaping Splash... but Syn moves out of the way and Reaper hits chest first into the padding. Syn shakes some of the cobwebs off and starts hitting Reaper with some strikes in the corner. He continues to hit him with shots to the face. Referee Jack Payne tries to get Syn to break it off, but Syn ignores him. Payne now impliments the count...ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!Syn eventually lets up but he glares at Jack Payne without uttering a word. He gets Reaper up to his feet and starts landing more shots to the face. Syn Irish whips Reaper into a turnbuckle. Syn walks up to Reaper and starts punching him in the head about ten times. After the tenth punch, he hops down and Reaper staggers and Syn kicks him in the gut... and plants him down with a snap suplex. Syn now goes for a cover of his own.ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!DM: Reaper kicks out again! Danielle: Reaper has a lot of heart and a lot of desire! He's the Platinum Champion and he knows Syn like the back of his hand, and vice-versa! These matches are always physical between the two of them! SS: Who are you rooting for here? Danielle: Who do you think, idiot! One of my better friends in life or the person I face for MY championship in forty two days? I think it's pretty damn obvious! Syn gets up and then gets Reaper back to his feet and whips him to the corner again. Syn runs in and nails a forearm smash to Reaper and Reaper goes down to a seated position. Syn now lays his boot across the throat of the Reaper before he lands a few stomps to him for good measure. Syn now gets him up and places him onto the top rope before following suit. Syn hooks Reaper up for the superplex... but Reaper is blocking it, not allowing Syn to hit him with the superplex. Syn tries again, but Reaper is fighting him off by landing a few punches. Reaper even headbuts him and Syn goes flying off and lands in the ring with a thud.DM: That was not a good landing for the World Champion! Danielle: It wasn't, but we're about to see the Reaper fly! SS: Retards can fly! Right at the same time, Danielle and Desiree punch the ever loving shit out of Saint to knock him out.DM: Now back to the match! Reaper gets in position and dives off... DIVING CROSSBODY! Reaper just hit Syn with the Diving Crossbody! Danielle: This is huge! Reaper could have it! DM: He does have the pin! Could this be it? ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!DM: NO! Just two and a half for Reaper! Danielle: Damn! He almost had it, but Syn's not going to be beaten with a simple crossbody, and he knows NOT to take the Reaper lightly! Reaper gets to his feet and notices Syn down on the mat. He looks at the crowd who's cheering as loud as they can before signaling for the Reaping Death Drop.DM: Oh yeah! It's coming! Danielle: Reaper can do it! He's done it before! Reaper lifts Syn to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with the Reaping Death drop before going for the pin!Danielle: YES!!! Reaper hit the Reaping Death drop! DM: Indeed! I think this match is over! Danielle: Same here! SS: FUCK!!! ONE!!!
TWO!!!Toxic comes out of the crowd, and slides in the ring.Danielle: Damn! I figured they would come out, and try to fuck this match up! THRE!!! NO!!!The members of Toxic begin stomping on Syn and Reaper.DING DING DING!!!Danielle: That's it! I'm going to do something about this! Danielle takes her headset off, stands up, slides in the ring, and attempts to make the save, but the numbers game catches up with her, and the Toxic members begin beating her down along with Syn and Reaper. Team Lethality members, Crystal Alvarez, The Princesses of Lethality, Tom Pendergrass, and TJ Parks runs out, and also attempts to make the save, but the numbers game is still too much.DM: FUCK!!! I'm not just going to sit here and watch this! Desiree takes her headset off, stands up, slides in the ring, and attempts to save her fellow Team Lethality members, and Syn and Team Lethality begin putting up a good fight at first, but the numbers game eventually catches back up with them, and Toxic begins beating them down again.SS: YES!!! This is fucking great! I love it! As the beatdown continued, Brytain Montgomery, along with DOS Members Kai and Alisyn, sprinted down the ring and join in on the brawl. The tide seems to be slowly turning against Toxic as the brawl goes on, with both Team Lethality and The Members of The DOS now gaining the upper hand. The fight spills out of the ring and into the ringside area as it becomes more vicious, with Crystal Alvarez sending Dana Simmons careening into the steel steps in front of the announce table, and Alisyn assaulting Brittany Kinari with a chair.SS: This fight is spilling everywhere, and it's not fair! Toxic's being double teamed by everybody tonight! I don't think it can get anymore chaotic! Just as Saint finishes saying this, the camera shifts into the crowd just in time to show all three members of Project Venom hopping the barricade and joining in the brawl! They aid Syn as he goes after Luke Davis, while Danielle is going after Shawn Davis in the corner. The battle continues to get more brutal and chaotic as it goes on!SS: This has gotten out of control! It's chaos while these three sides tear each other apart!!! Some of the fights have spilled out into the crowd as Reaper and Tom go after both members of The Hollywood Glamor Boys, and onto the stage as Project Venom and Syn continue to stalk and beatdown Luke Davis. Brytain Montgomery is going after Mandy the Monster with a tire iron at ringside, and Danielle lays out Shawn with Potential Brain Damage! The fans are in an uproar and cheering loudly as the brawl continues on!SS: Toxic, Team Lethality, The Disciples of Syn, Brytain Montgomery! Damn near everybody and their mama is out here, getting their fight on! This is fucking madness! I LOVE IT! The brawl continues as Reaper and Tom continue to brawl with The Hollywood Glamor Boys, Project Venom and Syn are beating the daylights out of Luke Davis, Brytain continuing her assault on Mandy "the Monster", while Desiree Miles is beating the hell out of Christina Fierce and The Princesses of Lethality are taking the fight to The Metal Head Express among others. The last image of the show is still with the groups fighting each other 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 Aug 31, 2013 15:15:07 GMT -5
Ya'll know what to do. Here are the credits, yo! Intro: Me S&M interview: Dennis (Smith Jones) Jacobs vs. Alexis: Me Post Match: Me The "reveal" segment: Tom, Danielle and Me Charlie Luzon/Toxic/Team Lethality segment: Ray (Charlie Luzon), Danielle and Me Crystal Alvarez vs. The Lone Ranger: Jessie (Yoshiru Long) Morgan/Gambino segment: Me and Reaper EliteTV Segment: Jessie (Yoshiru Long) Damon vs. Jane: Reaper Jerry Matthews segment: George (Jerry Matthews) Izzy/Blair vs. Alice/Victoria: Reaper Jerry Matthews/Curtis Wilkes promo: George (Jerry Matthews) and Nate (Curtis Wilkes) Yoshiru vs. Smith: Mariano James Baker/Morgan Simmons segment: Me Matthews vs. Izurat: Mariano Brytain segment I: Allie The Princesses of Lethality/Mi Pi Sexy segment: Reyna, Nathan and Danielle Curtis vs. Stryker: Reaper Anarchy Advertisement: Me Brytain segment II: Allie Champions Showcase: Me Post Match: Tom and Reaper
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