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Post by Papi El Sueno on Oct 12, 2013 21:28:04 GMT -5
Warning: The following content is rated TV-MA and it is for mature audiences only. This program has the strong possibility of containing extreme graphic violence, strong profanity, nudity and/or strong sexual content and does not cater to the politically correct and those who are easily offended. Viewer Discretion is advised. "Generation Dead" by Five Finger Death Punch blasts throughout the Target Center in Minneapolis, Minnesota as the sold out crowd of 19,356 fans are all on their feet, electrified. The pyro blasts from the top to the bottom of the stage, going all the way down the ramp into a final blast on the four turnbuckles of the ring. The energy in the arena is really high and we cut to the announce table, where Desiree Miles opens the broadcast.DM: Hello everybody and welcome to ANARCHY! LIVE on pay-per-view from the Target Center in Minneapolis, Minnesota! I am the Voice of PCW, Desiree Miles, alongside the fat man himself, Shannon Taint! And we have a star-studded card for you all tonight! SS: Ten matches! Actually, ten spectacularly BRUTAL matches on tap for you all today! One thing we're going to see is a lot of carnage AND a lot of blood! DM: No doubt about that one! Nowhere else will you see a company provide the fans with an all Hardcore style pay-per-view! Just one of the things that sets PCW apart from the rest! SS: Hell yes! And it's headlined by our PCW World Heavyweight Championship match with Syn defending the title against PCW Hall of Famer Danielle Lopez in a Hell in a Cell match, Satan's structure, one of the most brutal match types ever devised! DM: That's going to be a barn burner! We have three more championships to be defended! Brian Stryker gets his chance to move up the ranks and faces Jay Thunder for the PCW Platinum Championship with the premise of the loser being forced to leave PCW! SS: And the tag team title match with Mi Pi Sexy defending the PCW World Tag Team Championship's against The Princesses of Lethality in an Extreme Makeover match, which was chosen by Mariah and Rachel! DM: And you cannot forget about the Broadcast Championship being on the line as Brytain Montgomery defends the championship against Smith Jones in a Cage of Death match! That's some top of the line crazy shit! SS: Jesus Christ! Add that in with PCW Hall of Famer Curtis Wilkes facing former Platinum Champion Jerry Matthews in a Barbed Wire Cross Sacrifice Match! That's a recipe for brutality! DM: And if that's not enough for you all! We have five other matches to quench your thirsts for blood and violence! SS: Like Draven Logan Kennedy and Izurat Karr in a Falls Count Anywhere match! Or Charlie Luzon and Victor Cavanagh in a No Holds Barred match! Damon and Nathan Warrens in a Glass Table Match! And the Scars of Wrestling Cup featuring the great Yoshiru Long, who he along with Curtis Wilkes, should be the next challenger for the PCW World Heavyweight Championship! DM: That's a ton of brutality on hand for tonight! I love PCW! SS: Fuck right, PCW is filled with awesome sauce and blood! DM: You're lame, but anyways, let's get started with our first match which is the eighteenth edition of the Scars of Wrestling Cup! Take it away, Jimmy! Cut to the ring.Jimmy Wilkes: This is your opening contest for WRESTLE EXTRAVAGANZA IV: SUMMERTIME SMASH and it is the eighteenth edition of the SCARS OF WRESTLING CUP! The crowd cheers.Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing the special guest referee! He is a co-founder of YouTube Championship Wrestling, and the creator of the Scars of Wrestling Cup... PCW Talent Scout and Ambassador... LEO HAWKINS!!! "Fuel" by Metallica hits and the crowd lets out a cheer. Leo Hawkins enters the arena, and the crowd cheers even more for the creator of this cup. He walks down the ring and slaps hands with the fans before stepping on the steps and steps in-between the ropes to get into the ring. He shakes hands with Jimmy Wilkes and salutes the crowd before taking his place as the referee.Jimmy Wilkes: And now the contestants! The arena goes black as the crowd is going crazy with screams. The lights start blinking as a video package comes across the tron. A voice comes over the PA System saying "LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PLEASE STAND UP ON YOUR DAMN FEET FOR THE MOST EXCITING, MOST AMAZING, BEST LOOKING MAN ON THE ENTIRE PLANET, AND YOUR ICON." The voice disappears as "Here Comes The Boom" by Nelly strikes up over the PA System as Dustin Holt walks out from behind the curtain with Kenneth Campbell on the left side of Dustin and Jenifer Holt is on the right side.Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Los Angeles, California, weigning in at 238 pounds... "THE MAN OF A THOUSAND NICKNAMES"... DUSTIN HOLT!!! The roar of countless boos are showered down on them as a sly smirk comes across Dustin's face. The three of them walk down the ramp as the fans continue booing them. Dustin let's go of Jen's hand and slides into the ring. Jen and Kenneth enter the ring like normal as Dustin and Kenneth both pose on separate turnbuckles.Jimmy Wilkes: And participant number two! "Hail to the King" by Avenged Sevenfold hits and the crowd cheers loudly Derek Jacobs comes out to the ramp and has a look of arrogance on his face. He stands there and looks around the crowd.Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 285 pounds... "DOCTOR PAIN"... DEREK JACOBS!!! Once the lyrics kick in, he starts making his way to the ring, still possessing a very cocky look on his face. He taunts the crowd before climbing into the ring. He looks around and hits all four turnbuckles and raising his arms before waiting for the match to begin.Jimmy Wilkes: And the third participant! The lights dim over the arena and "Pain" by Three Days Grace thunders through the crowd as Adrian Storms steps out onto the stage, his face in the shadows of a black jacket. After the first few heavy beats of the music, a burst of pyro illuminates him and Adrian flips the hood off, revealing his face.Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring ... ADRIAN STORMS!!! As he makes his way slowly to the ring, the crowd gives a confusing mix of cheers and boos, unsure how to react to Storm. Jumping onto the apron, he throws his jacket off and slides into the ring. Adrian climbs onto the top rope and taunts a bit. He jumps down, sitting and waiting in the corner as the music slowly fades out.Jimmy Wilkes: And their 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!*The match begins, and Yoshiru locks up with Adrian while Derek locks up with Dustin. Yoshiru gets the upperhand over Adrian, gets behind him, and connects with a German suplex. Derek gets to upperhand over Dustin by delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a belly to belly suplex. Yoshiru lifts Adrien to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before locking in a single leg Boston Crab. Adrian refuses to give up, so Yoshiru puts more pressure on the hold, but Adrian still refuses to give up, and Yoshiru eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold. Derek lifts Dustin to his feet, and connects with a scoop powerslam before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. He connects with about nine punches. Yoshiru lifts Adrian to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver, he then goes to the outside, grabs a steel chair, slides back in the ring, and waits for Adrian to get back to his feet. Adrian eventually gets back to his feet, and Yoshiru connects with a chair shot to the head. Derek lifts Dustin to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a back suplex before connecting with a leg drop. Yoshiru waits for Adrian to get back to his feet again. Adrian eventually gets back to his feet, and Yoshiru connects with another chair shot to the head before dropping the chair, turning Adrian over, and locking in a Camel clutch. Adrian refuses to give up, so Yoshiru puts more pressure on the hold, but Adrian still refuses to give up, and Yoshiru eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold. Derek lifts Dustin to his feet, lifts him up in Military press position, and throws him down to the mat. Yoshiru waits for Adrian to get to his feet. Adrian eventually gets to his feet, and Yoshiru connects with a enzuigiri. Derek lifts Dustin back to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before connecting with a elbow drop to the face. Yoshiru lifts Adrian back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a Tiger suplex. Derek lifts Dustin to his feet, and connects with a suplex. Yoshiru lifts Adrian back to his feet, and connects with a backbreaker. Derek lifts Dustin back to his feet, and connects with the Chokeslam before going for the pin!DM: Derek with the Chokeslam! SS: I don't think it will be enough to put Dustin away! ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*DM: Dustin kicks out at two! SS: Well. I told ya so! DM: Shut up, fatass. Yoshiru lifts Adrian back to his feet again, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker. Derek goes over to Yoshiru, and begins delivering punches to the face. He connects with about four punches, and goes for a fifth, but Yoshiru ducks, and connects with a German suplex. Dustin gets to his feet, and begins delivering stomps to Adrian's face. He connects with about twelve stomps, he then lifts Adrian to his feet, and connects with a backbreaker. Yoshiru waits for Derek to get to his feet. Derek eventually gets to his feet, and Yoshiru runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard hurricanrana. Dustin lifts Adrian back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a German suplex before kneeling down, and delivering punches to the face. He connects with about seven punches. Yoshiru lifts Derek back to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a neckbreaker before locking in a cross armbar. Derek refuses to give up, so Yoshiru puts more pressure on the hold, but Derek still refuses to give up, and Yoshiru eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold. Dustin lifts Adrian to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a Butterfly suplex before locking in a surfboard stretch. Adrian refuses to give up, so Dustin puts more pressure on the hold, but Adrian still refuses to give up, and Dustin eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold. Yoshiru lifts Derek to his feet, and goes for a suplex, but Derek reverses it into a suplex of his own. Dustin lifts Adrian to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam. Derek lifts Ysohiru to his feet, and Irish whips him into one of the turnbuckles before running at him, and going for a turnbuckle clothesline, but Yoshiru moves out of the way, Derek crashes into the turnbuckle, and Yoshiru connects with a school boy!ONE!!!
Yoshiru puts his feet on the middle rope.DM: Ref! Yoshiru has his feet on the ropes! SS: What!? TWO!!!
THREE!!!Jimmy Wilkes: Derek Jacobs has been eliminated! DM: Well. Derek has been eliminated, but it wasn't a clean elimination. SS: What do you mean? DM: Yoshiru used the ropes! SS: No he didn't. How dare you accuse him of cheating! DM: You can't be serious, Taint! SS: I didn't see Yoshiru use the ropes. You were seeing things. DM: Shut up with your bullshit, fatass! Dustin runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody on Yoshiru. Adrian gets to his feet, has a staredown with Dustin, and they nod to eachother before lifting Yoshiru to his feet, and connecting with a double DDT, they then lifts Yoshiru back to his feet, get behind him, and connect with a double back suplex before Adrian turns Yoshiru over, and locks in a armbar. Yoshiru refuses to give up, so Adrian puts more pressure on the hold, but Yoshiru still refuses to give up, and Adrian eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold. Dustin lifts Yoshiru to his feet, gets behind him, and connects with a half nelson suplex. Adrian lifts Yoshiru back to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT, they then lifts Yoshiru to his feet, and connect with a double suplex before Dustin begins delivering stomps to Yoshiru's face. He connects with about ten stomps. Adrian waits for Yoshiru to get to his feet. Yoshiru eventually gets to his feet, and Adrian runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard dropkick, they then lifts Yoshiru to his feet, and Irish whip him into the ropes. Yoshiru runs back at them, and connects with a double clothesline, he then goes to the outside, reaches under the ring, pulls out a 2x4 wrapped in barbed wire, sides in the ring, and waits for both men to get to their feet. Adrian gets to his feet, Yoshiru connects with a barbed wire wrapped 2x4 shot to the head, and Adrian's face has been cut open! Dustin gets to his feet, Yoshiru connects with a barbed wire wrapped 2x4 shot to the back, and Dustin's back has been cut open! Yoshiru then locks in the Last Rites on Dustin!DM: Yoshiru has the Last Rites locked in on Dustin! SS: He's going to tap out! DM: You might be right! Dustin refuses to give up, so Yoshiru puts more pressure on the hold, but Dustin still refuses to give up, so Yoshiru puts even more pressure on the hold, but Dustin STILL refuses to give up, so Yoshiru puts even MORE pressure on the hold, and Dustin tries to fight out of it, but he fails, and has no choice but to tap out!Jimmy Wilkes: Dustin Holt has been eliminated! Yoshiru lifts Adrian to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with the Hellbringer before going for the pin!ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the eighteenth Scars of Wrestling Cup match by pinfall... YOSHIRU LONG!!! "Comfortable Liar" by Chevelle hits and the crowd boos as Yoshiru Long has been declared the winner. Leo Hawkins gives him the trophy. Yoshiru looks at it, smirks, and raises it in the air to more boos from the crowd.DM: Yoshiru Long wins the cup! The PCW Hall of Famer and former World Champion is now etched into the history of the Scars of Wrestling Cup! SS: He's Elite dammit! He's the greatest of our generation, past, present and future! Did I mention he's Elite? DM: Like a billion times! It's beyond repetitive and quite sickening! SS: Well deal with it! DM: Whatever fatty! Up next, it's the battle of the husbands as Damon Warrens will battle Nathan Warrens! SS: Ugh! I'm going to go to sleep! DM: The hell you are fatty! You're watching this match, unless you want to be punched in the throat! SS: ... Cut to the ring.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Oct 12, 2013 21:28:59 GMT -5
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is a GLASS TABLE MATCH! In order to win you must put your opponent through a glass table!
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, Jason Alastor, Ryan Saiko, and DJ Jackson.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from San Diego, Califonia, weighing in at 205 pounds, representing The Family and The New Era, he is 'Fear Itself', 'THE REAL NITEMARE' DAMON WARRENS!!
Damon stops at ringside to lower his hood and take his mask off, which he hands to 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, making his way to the ring, from Vancouver, British Columbia, weighing in at 198 pounds, representing Generation Next, he is PCW Hall of Famer, NATHAN WARRENS!!
"Generation" by Simple Plan plays and Nathan walks out of one of the arena entrances in the stands carrying his kendo stick. He opens his jacket, and under it is a PCW t-shirt which gets a huge pop from the crowd. Nathan begins his ascent down the stairs and interacts with the crowd, high fiving them and giving them hugs along the way. Nathan hops over the barricade and slides into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle, takes the shirt off, and holds it and his kendo sitck in the air before jumping off the turnbuckle and going to his corner.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And here we go! Two PCW originals and husbands facing off in a glass tables match!
SS: BORING!!
DM: Shut up Taint! It seems Damon is calling for Immanuel Paine to hand him his signature kendo stick.
Immanuel Paine hands Damon the kendo stick through the ropes. On the other side of the ring Nathan realizes the trouble he is in. He cautiously steps forward to meet Damon in the middle of the ring. The 'Nitemare" swings at his husband with the kendo stick, but Nathan ducks the shot before hitting Damon with a few right hands, causing him to drop his weapon. Nathan Irish whips Damon into the ropes, hitting him with a snap powerslam upon his return. Damon gets to his feet and faces off with Nathan.
DM: Nathan may be outnumbered by The Family, but he is not going down without a fight!
SS: I wish he would, so this match would be over quicker.
DM: Wait it looks like Christian Warrens has entered the ring. He's trying to stop his parents from continuing!
Christian stands between Damon and Nathan, refusing to let the two continue their match. He begins pleading with the two to stop. DJ Jackson slides in from behind and grabs Christian by the hair, turning the boy around and tossing him out of the ring. Damon's gaze snaps towards DJ and the "Real Nitemare" looks livid, as does Nathan.
DM: Ooh DJ may have just made the worst mistake of his short career!
DJ Jackson tries to convince Damon to attack Nathan, but the "Nitemare" shakes his head slowly. Nathan hits Jackson from behind with a forearm to the head. Damon watches on as Nathan rains down punches on DJ's skull. Outside Immanuel Paine motions for the rest of The Family to enter the ring, which they do. Within seconds Nathan is overwhelmed by the combined force of Brooklyn Punkari, Rhys Masterson, Tylor Riott, Ryan Saiko, Jason Alastor, and Immanuel Paine. The group gets the Hall of Famer on the ground and all begin kicking and stomping the man.
DM: This is disgusting! The Family is destroying Nathan Warrens and no one is doing anything about it!
Immanuel motions to Rhys who picks up the battered body of Nathan and sets up for his signature tiger bomb. Before he can execute the move a recovered Christian pushes the powerhouse. Rhys steps slowly towards Christian, intimidating the boy. Christian throws a punch, but Rhys catches the punch and puts one hand around the young Warrens' throat. Suddenly Rhys is rocked by a huge right hand from Damon Warrens.
DM: Dissention in The Family! It seems there is still some humanity left in Damon Warrens! He kicks Rhys in the gut before quickly dropping his own disciple with a BADD DREAM!!
SS: Looks like Damon's cracked, I always told you he was crazy!!
Immanuel Paine is yelling at Damon, questioning his actions, but Damon silences the man with a superkick before tossing his manager out of the ring. Brooklyn Punkari and Tylor Riott look at Damon with questioning looks. Damon motions in the direction of Christian, and the two followers nod. They pull Christian out of the ring and out of harm's way. Meanwhile Ryan Saiko and Jason Alastor get in the face of Damon, pushing the smaller man. Damon fires away with rights and lefts, but eventually he gets overpowered by the two, who are soon aided by DJ.
DM: I think it's safe to say that The Family is over! DJ Jackson is spearheading this attack on Damon!
SS: Attack? They're protecting themselves from this deranged lunatic!
DM: Well they won't be able to protect themselves from what's waiting behind them!
Nathan Warrens has the kendo stick from earlier and slams the weapon into the back of Alastor before dropping the giant with a shot to the skull. Ryan Saiko soon meets the same fate. This leaves DJ Jackson to face Nathan Warrens. He turns around hoping to escape the Hall of Famer, but runs in to Damon who kicks Jackson in the gut. Damon lifts Jackson over his shoulders into an Alabama slam position. As he slams DJ forward Nathan runs up and hits a jumping double knee backbreaker on the falling DJ Jackson.
DM: OH MY GOD! TERMINATION! We haven't seen that move executed by these two since the early days of PCW when they wrestled as WWI!
Damon kicks DJ out of the ring. He turns around and looks at Nathan, tension rising as the two stare at each other, until the two embrace and the crowd cheers. Christian, Brooklyn, and Tylor enter the ring and join Nathan and Damon as the crowd gets to their feet.
SS: Now THIS is disgusting!
DM: No! This a heartfelt moment, and an amazing show for these PCW Originals!
Damon, Nathan, Christian, Tylor and Brooklyn all go to the back. The crowd is buzzing with major excitement over what they just seen. Their murmurs are suddenly drowned out as "Paper Planes" by M.I.A. plays through the arena. The crowd, unfamiliar with the entrance music, are unsure of how to react.
DM: I'm not sure I recognise this music Saint but, with major rumors concerning PCW circulating themselves, surely this can't be anyone new coming in to introduce themselves to the PCW fans?
SS: Maybe it's the musical interlude and there are some dancing girls on the way down. Then I can show you all why I'm the Holy Pimp. It's the least I deserve for all my hard work roun....oh, God no.
Before Saint can finish his sentence, Liam Reilly emerges out onto the stage and a cheer goes up amongst the crowd. Liam stands on the stage, hands on hips, wearing a black zip-up hoodie, jeans, and the biggest smile imaginable.
DM: Of all the people I thought I might see tonight, Liam Reilly was not one of them. The former Platinum Champion has been a staunch critic of PCW in recent times, but he seems more than happy to be here now.
SS: Liam Reilly is nothing but a pissy little ingrate. I don't know why he was allowed to come here in the first place.
DM: Like it or not, whether you agree with what he says or think he's an idiot, he has the right to speak his mind freely, just like you. Hell, if it wasn't for that fact, your sleazeball ass would probably be in jail right now.
As the commentators discuss his appearance, Liam walks down the ramp and into the ring, favouring his uninjured knee. Once inside, he makes his way to the corner and collects a microphone. Mic in hand, he moves to the centre of the ring and begins to speak.
Liam Reilly: Thank you all, so much, for that reception. It's great to be in a PCW ring again. Back home.
The crowd cheers in appreciation.
Liam: PCW is a place that means a lot to me, as I'm sure it does to all of you, and I hope you'll forgive my selfishness, but I couldn't bear to have anyone say goodbye on my behalf. Don't worry, I plan to keep this short.
With that, Liam pulls a piece of paper out of his pocket. Twelve sheets of A4 paper unfurl, taped together into one giant document. Liam clears his throat and opens his mouth, as if to begin reading. Then, with a glint in his eye, he looks up to the crowd and grins, before throwing the papers aside.
Liam: Had you worried for a second, didn't I. Now, you all know I've had my quarrels with PCW and the management in the past and so you might be surprised to see me out here delivering what is, effectively, a eulogy. But it's like arguing with your parents. You all get angry and say stuff you don't really mean but, at the end of the day, you can never stay mad and full of hate, because it's home...and you know that, if you were to ever lose it without getting the chance to put things right, you would never forgive yourself. So that's why I'm here. To say goodbye, and make my peace.
SS: If anyone is delivering a eulogy, it should be Jerry Matthews. Get this fraud out of here. SECURITY!
DM: Will you shut up!
Liam: It's been a long time since I've been able to wrestle for you guys and entertain you, like I've always loved doing. You guys have always made me feel appreciated, and I love you all for that. So thank you.
SS: I'm gonna be sick.
Liam: Next, I want to thank everyone in that locker room back there. Whether you've helped me develop, like Michael Morrison, had great matches with me, like Syn, entertained me as a viewer, like Smith Jones, or been there as my friend through thick and thin, like Damon Warrens. Every one of you is a credit to the profession and to this company.
SS: Could he be sucking up any more? Why didn't he just send everyone a fruit basket and save us listening to this crap?
DM: If you don't shut up, I'm going to throw you in that ring and let Liam Reilly kick the crap out of you.
SS: ...
Liam: It would be remiss of me if I didn't thank Desiree Miles at the announce table. You've called great match, after great match and done it to perfection. Even when lumbered with that sack of shit in the other chair.
The crowd cheers Liam's diss of Saint. This prompts him to stand up in protest but he is quickly shouted down with abuse from the crowd, which draws another big grin from Liam.
SS: This is populist bullshit. He's just jealous that I'm the Holy Pimp, and he's just the douche with a limp!
In the ring Liam becomes more stoic, the grin fading and replaced with a slightly mournful look.
Liam: One last thing, before I let the guys and girls of PCW carry on amazing you. I want each and every one of you, whether you're in the front row, sitting there on commentary, in the second tier, or up there watching next to God, I want you to reach under your seats.
The majority of the crowd follow suit, as do Desiree and Saint, reaching under their seats and pulling out an object in a polythene bag.
Liam: Hopefully, you will all find one of these.
Liam unzips his hoodie and throws it aside, revealing that he is wearing a black t-shirt with "WE ARE PCW" emblazoned on the front in bold white lettering. The crowd cheer at this sight. Desiree puts hers on.
DM: PCW t-shirts for the entire crowd? Quite a touching sentiment from Liam Reilly, I must say. Doubtless he has an explanation.
Saint is struggling to get his t-shirt on, as it is several sizes to small. He says something, but the shirt causes his words to be muffled beyond anything intelligible.
Liam: I want each and every one of you to take that shirt, and wear it proudly. I want you to remember that, at one time, you helped support the greatest wrestling company in the world. Wherever you may go on to, to be amazed at the phenomenal athletes in this business, I want you to let the world know that you were as proud to be a part of this place as I am. I want you all to have a little piece of this place, that will always live on with you. I want you to never forget...that We Are PCW.
Liam drops the mic, as his music hits again, and gestures to the fans before sliding out of the ring. He makes his way back up the ramp and, once up on the stage, he turns to look at the fans again. He curls his hand into a fist, kisses it, bumps it at his heart and then holds it up to the PCW banner on the ceiling, before heading backstage.
DM: A bit of class from the former PCW Platinum champion there. While my soon to be former broadcast colleague tries to dress himself, we're going to take it to our next match up! The Anonymous Kickaholics against Aurora Rose and Alexis Knight! Take it away, Jimmy!
Cut to the ring.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Oct 12, 2013 21:29:52 GMT -5
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is a No Disqualification Tag Team Match!
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 their opponents!
"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 their way to the ring. They are members of Team Lethality... Aurora Rose and 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 the match up to begin.
Jimmy Wilkes: And now the special guest referee!
"Icu" by Brotha Lynch Hung plays throughout the arena, strobe lights blinking a vary of colors as the crowd in attendance stands on their feet and cheers very loudly. Smoke starts hitting the ramp, fulfilling throughout the bottom level attendance. Cameras hit the entrance ramp, as out from behind of the PremiumTron, throughout all the smoke, James Baker appears from out of the curtain wearing a We are PCW t-shirt over black baggy jeans but he's not alone as Kevin Styles, J.T. Banks, The Awesome Mother Fuckers and Abby Parker appear behind him.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Da Xtreme Regime, from Compton, California. He is the King of Hardcore... "DA XTREME GANGSTA"... JAMES BAKER!!!
James and Da Xtreme Regime slowly walk down the ramp, and James has a look of intensity in his eyes. He gets in the ring by sliding underneath the bottom rope as the members of Da Xtreme Regime surround ringside with kendo sticks in their hands. James nods his head at Alexis and Aurora and fist bumps Israel Steele, his longtime friend. He looks at Paul Blair and flips him the finger before going to the top turnbuckle and staring out at the crowd with an expressionless look on his face as the fans are cheering him on. Once James does that, he hops off the ropes and stands in the middle of the ring as he's about to ring the bell for the match to begin.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: There's the opening bell, and we're ready to start this one off! Knight and Blair are circling each other, jocking for position...and there's the collar and elbow tie up. Blair takes the upper hand as he quickly floats in to a side headlock. He pushes her in to the ropes, Alexis Knight is on the rebound...and Blair drops to the mat!
SS: Some fancy moves from Alexis Knight here!
DM: And Blair with a back body drop sending Knight to the mat!
SS: But Knight is right back to her feet!
DM: They lock up again, and Blair takes the quick advantage here as he floats behind with a rear waist lock. Knight catches Blair with a back elbow, knocking him in to the ropes. Blair rushes at Knight...and Knight catches him with a snap powerslam! She grabs Blair's arm and brings him back to his feet. Knight with an arm twist, and he follows with an irish whip to the corner.
SS: Call a fucking time out!
DM: What?
SS: I don't know, just get that chick off the Ruler! This is not fair to Blair!
DM: Knight comes in for a lariat, but Blair moves out of the way. Knight stumbles back, and Blair quickly grabs her hand, interlocking the fingers. Blair leaps in to the air, using the ropes as a springboard...
SS: What an innovative hip toss! And Blair is quickly on his feet as Knight makes it to all fours... dropkick to the head!
DM: Blair quickly scissors the arm of Knight. He drags himself to the corner...and there's the tag. Blair releases the scissors as Izzy grabs a hold of the arm. He brings Knight back to a standing position, quickly applying a rear hammerlock.
Izzy holds the hammerlock in place as he reaches to Knight's front side. He lifts Knight up and drops her with a scoop slam right on to the hammerlocked arm! Izzy brings Knight to a sitting position and applies a rear chin lock.
SS: Great positioning from Izzy here, as he makes sure his body is between Knight and Aurora!
DM: Knight is using her power to bring herself back to his feet, and Izzy switches to a side headlock. Knight with an elbow to the gut...and another...and Izzy finally releases the hold! Knight plants a forearm in Izzy's face, and backs him up in to the ropes. She whips Izzy across the ring...and catches him with a diving shoulderblock on the return!
Knight grabs Izzy by the wrist, dragging him over to the corner. She tags in Aurora and quickly brings Izzy back to his feet. Knight brings Izzy to the center of the ring and hits him with an atomic drop. He holds Izzy as Aurora hits the ropes... DROPKICK OFF THE REBOUND!
DM: Aurora makes the cover, and our guest referee James Baker is telling Knight to get out of the ring!
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!
NO!!!!!
DM: Izzy kicks out! Aurora lifts Izzy back to his feet, quickly gripping him with a sleeper hold! James Baker checks on Izzy. Aurora allows Izzy's feet back to the mat, and he follows with a hard irish whip to the corner!
Aurora walks over to the corner and lifts Izzy to a sitting position on the top rope. He begins to climb, but Izzy drills him with a hard right...and a second! Aurora stumbles back a step, but comes right back at Izzy! Izzy with a boot to the face, dazing Aurora. Izzy is perched...but Aurora sweeps the legs with his arm crotching Izzy before he can gain balance. Aurora grabs ahold of Izzy, bringing him out of the corner in position for a muscle buster! Izzy struggles, and he's able to get his legs free...
DM: Izzy with a counter in to a hangman's neck breaker!
SS: Great move, but he's exhausted!
DM: Izzy is on all fours, and he's trying to crawl to his corner! Aurora is starting to stir now. Izzy is almost there...just a hand's length away...NO! Aurora prevents the tag as he grabs a hold of Izzy's leg!
SS: So close to the tag, but Aurora being in the better position here had the where-with-all to stop the tag!
DM: Izzy is still trying to reach! He twists around while Aurora has a hold of his leg, now facing Aurora. Aurora forces the leg back to the mat, and she comes at Izzy with a clothesline...but Izzy ducks it! Clothesline by Izzy...and Aurora hits the turnbuckle hard!
SS: Any time your chest is driven in to those turnbuckles, it knocks the wind out of you! I don't care how big you are!
DM: And that allows Izzy to tag in Blair!
Blair climbs to the top rope as Izzy hits Aurora with a russian leg sweep...TOP ROPE LEGDROP! Izzy steps out to the apron as Blair covers Aurora!
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!
NO!!!!!
DM: Aurora rolls the shoulder!
SS: Rolls her shoulder my fucking ass! Baker made a fucking slow count! This is not fair to Blair!
DM: Will you stop being so paranoid about Baker, Jesus!
SS: The Ruler seems to share my opinion!
Paul Blair is arguing with Baker, but Baker flips him the bird, to the crowd's delight!
SS: This is SO not fair to Blair!
DM: But it's fair to the fans and the competitors in the ring! Blair grabs Aurora by the leg, and he laces in a couple of well placed kicks to the back of the thigh! He quickly tags Izzy back in.
SS: Smart...nice, quick tags is the way to go!
DM: Blair brings Aurora back to her feet as him and Izzy both grab an arm...straightjacket neckbreaker! Blair steps out to the apron as his partner goes to work on Aurora!
Izzy brings Aurora to a sitting position and places his knee in the center of the spine. He cranks back on Aurora's arms for a potential submission! The ref checks on Aurora, who refuses to give up! He uses his strength to slowly get back to his feet and face Izzy. Spinebuster by Aurora...and both men are down! Aurora catches his breath before returning to his feet. He brings Izzy back to his feet and lifts him to the shoulder...
DM: Aurora has Izzy on his shoulder...running power slam!
SS: This is the opening Aurora Rose and Alexis Knight needed! Knight is hot in her corner, dying to get the tag!
DM: Aurora slowly gets back up, and she brings Izzy back up as well. She drags Izzy with her to the corner and tags in Knight! Aurora and Knight both with a front face lock on Izzy here...double suplex...and Knight quickly floats over in to the cover!
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!
NO!!!!!
DM: Izzy is able to roll the shoulder! Knight picks Izzy up and sends him in to the far ropes... flapjack off the rebound! He grabs Izzy by the legs... Boston crab, and she has it synched in!
SS: This is not good for the EWF Tag Team Champions!
DM: Izzy is struggling as he is positioned in the center of the ring!
Izzy screams in pain as the referee checks on him. He won't give up as he slowly claws his way, trying to make it to the bottom rope. He edges closer as Knight tries to apply more pressure. Izzy is inches away...hand in the air...ready to tap! The referee is keeping a close eye...AND HE GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE!
SS: The ref is calling for the break as Izzy luckily reached the bottom rope!
DM: It had to have taken a lot out of him though, Saint! Knight releases the hold. Izzy slowly pulls himself back up using the ropes as Knight delivers a vicious forearm shot! Knight shoots Izzy off in to the ropes again and ducks down for a back body drop...but Izzy sees it coming and nails Knight with a spinning neck breaker!
SS: He telegraphed that one!
DM: Izzy grabs Knight's leg...twists it...figure four leg lock, right in the center of the ring!
SS: Another submission here!
DM: Knight is fighting with everything she has...she's trying to reach the ropes, but Izzy isn't allowing her to budge!
Knight hits Izzy with a right, but Izzy keeps the hold, applying more pressure! WHAM! Aurora rushes in with a boot to the skull, and it forces Izzy to release the submission!
SS: She may have just saved her team from loss there, Desiree!
James Baker tries getting Aurora out of the ring as both Knight and Izzy return to their feet. Knight with a wild right, and Izzy ducks it...RELEASE GERMAN SUPLEX!
DM: What impact! Izzy is quick to follow up as he makes it back to his corner for the tag! Blair climbs to the top as Izzy helps him balance.. .big splash as Izzy tosses Blair on to Knight!
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!
THR....NO!!!!!
DM: Knight with the shoulder up just before the three count!
SS: I thought it was over!
DM: Blair brings Knight back to his feet, and quickly snapmares him in to a sitting position on the mat! Blair hits the far ropes...dropkick to the face! And again Blair goes for the cover!
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!
THR...NO!!!!
DM: Knight once again kicks out in the nick of time!
SS: Fucking James Baker!
DM: Blair picks up Knight and sends her in to the ropes. Hurricanrana off the rebound.. .NO! Knight doesn't allow it, as she lifts Blair back in to the powerbomb position! She runs to the ropes...and Blair with a counter, hurricanrana over the top rope, and both are down on the outside!
SS: That had to hurt!
DM: Blair is beginning to stir as Knight still lays on the ground. Blair makes his way to the barricade, using it to lift himself up. He climbs on to the barricade as Knight slowly makes it to his feet. Blair with a run along the barricade...somersault plancha...and he takes Knight down!
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!
THREE!!!!!
FOUR!!!!!
Blair gets back to his feet. He picks up Knight and rolls her in to the ring. He climbs up to the apron. He slingshots...legdrop! Blair grabs Knight and leans him sitting in the corner. Blair with a full rush...headstand on the top rope...and he comes back for a dropkick, but Knight moves out of the way! Knight slowly gets back to her feet as Blair starts to get back up. Blair turns to Knight...hot shot on the top rope! Blair stumbles away from the ropes, turning to Knight...spinebuster...NO!!! Blair counters with a spike DDT!!!
DM: Both wrestlers are down once again, Saint!
SS: What incredible action! Did you think this match would really be this good, Desiree?!
DM: We knew that it would be competitive! We're talking about A World Tag Team Championship! It looks like both men are starting to regain composure...and Blair is able to reach in and tag Izzy!
SS: Izzy's coming in hot! He picks Knight up and quickly drops him back down with a side slam!
DM: He just might break Alexis Knight in halF!
SS: Aurora with a legdrop to follow up, and he makes the cover!
ONE!!!!!
TWO!!!!!
THR...NO!!!!!
DM: Too close to the ropes! Alexis Knight barely escaped there as she got her foot on the bottom rope! Izzy brings her back to her feet, and he has her on his shoulders for a torture rack! He drops to one knee, crushing Alexi's back against his shoulders! And a second time! And one more, finally letting her tumble to the mat!
SS: Izzy isn't messing around in there! He wants to keep those tag titles!
DM: He grips Knight by the throat, elevating hwe high in to the air for a chokeslam...NO!!! Alexis counters with a head scissors, dropping Izzy chest first across the middle rope! Alexis hits the far ropes to build up speed...full rush...SOMERSAULT PLANCHA OVER THE TOP ROPE!!!
SS: Wow! She flips over the top with that somersault plancha, and pretty much hot shots Blair on the top rope in the process!
Izzy stumbles back as Alexis climbs back to the apron. Izzy with a springboard...spinwheel kick, and Alexis crashes to the mat! Alexis headsprings and rushes at the ropes. She springboards off the middle ropes as Izzy returns to his feet...moonsault press...NO!!! Izzy catches her! Izzy with a running powerslam, and Alexis counters with another head scissors placing Izzy chest first on the middle rope!
DM: Amazing! Izzy rushes at Alexis. He grabs the top rope using it like a vault, and he slingshots at Alexis from the outside with a dropkick...but Aurora catches his legs! Aurora yanks him back in to the ring, holding him in position for a powerbomb, but Izzy squirms and falls behind! Alexis with a springboard off the far ropes, rotating in mid-air for a flying forearm...but Izzy catches him and drops her with a bonecrushing front powerslam in the center of the ring!
SS: That just looked painful!
DM: Both competitors are down in the center of the ring, as this crowd has really gotten in to the match! We're hearing chants for both teams as the partners are both awaiting the tag!
SS: This crowd is sure getting a match here tonight!
Izzy begins to make his way to all fours, as does Alexis. Alexis reaches Aurora and makes the tag. Aurora comes rushing in after Izzy who is almost at the corner! He leaps and makes the tag to Blair who quickly enters the ring! Blair ducks under a right from Knight! Knight turns to Blair...overhead belly to belly by Blair! Knight makes his way to his feet, rushing at Blair again. And Aurora from out of nowhere with the flying forearm, into Blair!
DM: AND PAUL BLAIR IS DOWN! Now Izzy has to break out the count... wait!
SS: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!?
In front of an astonished crowd and referee, Izzy looks reluctant to come in the ring, motioning for Baker and Aurora to wait. He look at the downed Blair and sneers, turning up his nose. He then comes to the ring nonchalantly.
SS: WHAT THE FUCK!?
DM: It seems... he wants nothing else to do with Blair!
Izzy, Baker, Aurora and Knight look at each other and shrug. Then Izzy picks up Blair and tosses him to the turnbuckle, then hoisting him up on his shoulders while Aurora climbs to the top rope...
DM: Are we going to see what I think we're going to see, Saint?
SS: No, no... NO! NO!!!
Aurora Rose takes flight... FLYING CLOTHESLINE!!!
DM: DOOMSDAY DEVICE ON PAUL BLAIR! THAT NEARLY TORE HIS HEAD OFF HIS SHOULDERS!!!
SS: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
DM: DEATH DROP BY IZZY ON HIS PARTNER FOR GOOD MEASURE! AND A DOUBLE COVER BY AURORA AND ALEXIS! Izzy motions the count with James Baker!
ONE!
...
TWO!
...
THREE!
*DING DING DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here are your winners of the match by pinfall... ALEXIS KNIGHT AND AURORA ROSE!!!
"Problem" by Natasha Kills hits and the crowd cheers as James Baker raises the arms of Alexis and Aurora.
DM: What a great victory here tonight by Team Lethality's Aurora Rose and Alexis Knight!
SS: That damn Israel Steele is a fucking turncoat! This is not fair to Blair! Dammit!
DM: It's justice is what it is! Blair had it coming to him and the REAL Israel Steele is BACK!
Izzy goes out of the ring and grabs both EWF Elite Tag Team Championship belts before sliding back into the ring. At this point, Da Xtreme Regime surrounds Paul Blair so he doesn't escape.
Israel Steele: Paulina, go fuck yourself.
The crowd cheers.
Israel Steele: Tonight is my last night in PCW. I had fun in my brief return, seeing some of the new talent and my family continuing to run at the top of the food chain. Oh glorious times.
Izzy says with a smirk.
Israel Steele: Now to cut this a bit short. Aurora, Alexis. We are on the same team lead by a great friend of ours and I know the career's of you two women will continue on as this crazy mother fucker goes back home for a bit and drinks some Jim Beam and eats some pizza. I want to give back to those who I helped paved the way for, and I hereby announce you two fine upstanding women as THE EWF Elite Tag Team Champions.
Izzy hands a belt a piece to Alexis and Aurora. They look surprised but happy at the same time. They hug each other and then Izzy before raising them in the air to huge cheers from the crowd.
Israel Steele: I know you two will take good care of them and I have no doubt you two will do justice with them. PCW, it has been fun and no matter whether I am the good guy or the bad guy with my sister Paulina, I still love each and every fan who comes to support this great company. Thank you from the bottom of my heart and god bless.
"Tom Sawyer" by Rush hits and the crowd cheers as Israel Steele, Alexis Knight, Aurora Rose and Da Xtreme Regime all celebrate together before rolling out of the ring, high fiving the crowd and going backstage.
DM: Anarchy has been full of surprises and feel good moments so far! And this one is no different!
SS: This sucks! If that's how this show's going to be, it's going to be shit!
DM: Shut up, idiot! Why don't you crawl your fatass in a hole and never come out!
SS: ....
DM: Anyways, we have more action and the next match up is sure to be a doozy as Charlie Luzon will face Victor Cavanagh!
Cut to the ring.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Oct 12, 2013 21:32:03 GMT -5
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL and it is a NO HOLDS BARRED MATCH!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first, from Bellevue, Washington, weighing in at 240 pounds, “THE CATALYST” VICTOR CAVANAUGH!!!!
Don’t fret Precious I’m here Step away from the window And go… Back to sleep…
The lights fade as the hypnotically pounding rhythmic intro to “Counting Bodies Like Sheep (To the Rhythm of the War Drum)”. A chorus of boos courses through the crowd as Cavanagh appears on the stage. He stands in total silence, cracking his neck before methodically making his way to the ring, ignoring the jeers and catcalls raining down on him. He hops up on to the apron, making his way to the middle, where he pauses again, pulling his hood back and glancing out into the crowd for a moment before stepping through the ropes. He heads to his corner then, discarding his sweat shirt and doing final adjustments on his tape and pads before he leans back against the turnbuckles, awaiting the start of the match.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent! Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 195 pounds... "THE ADONIS FACTOR"... CHARLIE LUZON!!!
He reached to the ring and runs towards it, sliding in, he comes up slowly and sensuously. Getting to the ring ropes, he climbs on the middle one and bends down to show off his goods, he does the same on the other side and finally finishes up by staring straight at his opponent as he awaits for the bell to ring so the match can start.
DING DING DING
DM: Here we go the final meet up between these two.
SS: Let’s hope this doesn’t bore me.
DM: You dick. This is their first showdown here in PCW and you’re saying that?
SS: Hey I calls thems as I see thems.
Victor and Charlie lock up in the ring as Victor gets the upper hand a drives a knee into Charlie’s gut. Charlie bends over in pain as Victor does a face smash into his knee, knocking Charlie off his feet. Victor goes for the pin.
1…..Kickout!
DM: Charlie not going down that easily.
SS: Yawn.
Victor picks up a groggy Charlie and looks to go for a T-Bone Suplex but Charlie counters and hits a sickening Russian leg sweep. He shakes the cobwebs out of his head and starts his attack on Victor. He grabs Victor’s head and wrenches it, looking like he wants to rip it clean off. After a few moments, Charlie lets go and brings his opponent to his feet.
He irish whips him into the corner. He runs after Victor and smashes an elbow into his face, knocking him into a seated position. Seeing an opportunity Charlie starts gyrating his hips.
DM: Oh we can guess what happens now!
SS: Something exciting?
Running at full speed, Charlie leaps and drives his crotch into Victor’s face over and over and over. The fans cheer wildly at the mass embarrassment Victor is suffering. After a few more busters Charlie gets up and signals for the end. He gets Victor into position and hits the Seme Breaker as the fans go nuts. Seeing his chance he goes for the pin.
1…….
2…..
3!
DING DING DING
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner! CHARLIE LUZON!
The fans cheer for Charlie as he is victorious in his last match up. The stand up and give the two men a standing ovation for all the work they did for PCW.
DM: This is why PCW is the best.
SS: As much as I hate to agree with you, you are right. The fans are always behind this company!
The two shake hands as the head for the back.
DM: What a great showing by Charlie and Victor! Two excellent athletes!
SS: No doubt! And it's going to be interesting to see where they go from here! Right now, lets go backstage where Monica Garcia is standing by!
The scene opens up backstage where Monica Garcia is standing by with a microphone in her hand.
Monica Garcia: Ladies and gentlemen. My guest at this time. PCW Hall of Famer, "The Lethal Latina", Danielle Lopez!
The camera pans to Danielle who is looking a little emotional. She has her hoodie on over her ring gear with the hood down.
Monica Garcia: Danielle. Tonight you face Syn for the World Heavyweight Championship. How are you feeling hun?
Danielle Lopez: This is my final night here as I will be riding off into the sunset. How am I feeling? Emotional, nervous but also ready. I have been thinking about this match for the last few days. Not only is this the most brutal match I have competed in, but this is also for the richest prize in this business today.
Monica Garcia: Why have you picked now to be the time to retire from professional wrestling?
Danielle Lopez: It's just time. Injuries have nothing to do with it, I'm healthy, and the passion isn't gone. I love this business. I have done everything in the world of wrestling. World Champion, Broadcast Champion, numerous awards, most wins out of everybody here and so on. I have beaten everybody in this company. I had a damn good career and I'm very proud of that.
Monica Garcia: What's next for you?
Danielle Lopez: My family. I want to spend time with my daughter, my step son and my husband. I want to be able to relax more and enjoy my time with my family. I put my career over them but now is the time to put them first.
Monica Garcia: Understandable. Any last words?
Danielle Lopez: Yes. This is my last match, no question about it, but I will leave as the PCW World Heavyweight Champion and ride off into the sunset. Win or lose, this thing between Syn and I will be over. And in the words of a man I hold near and dear to me... Believe that.
Monica Garcia: Thank you for your time Danielle, and good luck.
Danielle Lopez: You're welcome... and thank you!
Danielle puts the hood of her hoodie up and walks off. We pan back to ringside where Jimmy Wilkes is standing by, ready to announce the competitors of our next match up.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Oct 12, 2013 21:32:59 GMT -5
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, from Lone Pine, California, weighing in at 225 pounds, “LAUGHING WOLF” IZURAT KARR!!!!
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.
“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.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent, from London, Ohio, weighing in at 260 pounds, DRAVEN LOGAN KENNEDY!!!!!
As the music hits the PA Draven comes out with his wife in his arms. She lets go of his arm as Draven starts Flexing his muscles. As he puts his arms above his head there is a loud crack as the pyros behind him ignite. Draven grabs alice's hand and starts walking down the ramp Taunting the crowd as he walks he stops right beside the apron and He gives the flips the fans off as he jumps up on the apron and slides in under the ropes he runs over the the turnbuckle and flips every one off again and then stands on top of the turnbuckle and does a backflip landing on his feet.
*DING! DING! DING!*
Draven wastes no time charging in at Karr. They lock up in the middle, but DLK shoves Izurat into the corner. Karr tries to use the turnbuckles for leverage, but can’t. Kennedy has an angry look in his eye that says he’s not in the mood for bullshit tonight. Karr can see that. Izurat manages to slide through the ropes and onto the ring apron. DLK adjusts his grip on Karr, but does not let him go. Front facelock. Kennedy suplexes Karr into the ring! They get up. DLK with an Irish whip. Reversal by Karr. Draven runs the ropes and comes back with a running clothesline. Karr immediately springs to his feet. Dropkick by DLK. Karr takes the bump hard, but spins to the right and gets up again. He throws a clothesline. Draven ducks it and Karr runs the ropes. Kennedy connects with a high back drop on Izurat Karr!!! Karr is wobbly as he gets to his feet. Draven runs the ropes and comes barrelling in with a big boot to the face of Izurat Karr!!! Apocalypse Now!!!! This is normally a set-up for the Death Note. Draven waits patiently with a gleam in his eye and evil thoughts written across his forehead. There is nothing left to do now but drop the target. He lines up for the RKO. Karr shuffles clumsily to his feet. Draven steps in to strike but a desperate Karr dives out of the ring.
DM Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know what DLK was gonna do there!
SS: That’s why I’m sitting back and letting you call it. I’ll take the tough ones, K Des?
DM: You’re an idiot. I mean to your very core. Your idiocy is your legacy.
SS: Harsh.
Draven goes over to the corner and waits for his opponent to return to the ring. The ref's count makes only three before Karr is back in the ring. Kennedy starts to move over to him. Karr gets out of the ring again. The crowd starts to boo this stall tactic. Karr turns to the crowd to yell at the people in the front row. When he turns back around, DLK is standing right there! He drops Karr with an RKO on the ringside floor!!! Death Note by Draven Logan Kennedy!!! Izurat Karr looks to be out. He’s not moving at all.
SS: Something has stirred in Draven’s mind tonight. He looks to be out for more than just the win.
DM: Izurat Karr has crossed this man’s path on the wrong night. He’s not in the mood for Karr’s elusive behaviour.
Kennedy slides back into the ring and slides into a corner. He sits there waiting for the referee to lay down the count.
ONE!!!!
Karr is still completely unconscious.
TWO!!!!
Yup. Still out.
THREE!!!!
He starts to move a hand.
FOUR!!!!
Karr is pushing his upper body up.
FIVE!!!!
He’s up to his hands and knees.
SIX!!!!
He uses the retaining wall to get himself up to a vertical base. Karr looks out at the crowd in a bit of a daze. He turns to the ring and staggers towards it.
SEVEN!!!!
Karr looks at Draven; Draven eyes Karr. There is a brief pause before…
EIGHT!!!!
…Izurat Karr rolls back into the ring. He calls Kennedy out of the corner. DLK stands and walks toward centre. They circle each other. Izurat Karr steps in for the lock-up as Draven Logan Kennedy hits another Death Note!!!!! Karr is, presumably, dead. The ref is on all fours and Draven makes the pin, hooking both legs for show, not out of necessity.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!!
*DING DING DING*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner, DRAVEN LOGAN KENNEDY!!!!
SS: Like a bawssss!! Sick win for Draven as he just walked right through his opponent here tonight. What an insanely one-sided affair. No doubt who the man is here! Draven Logan Kennedy!!!
DLK looks out at the shocked crowd and then he steps over his unmoving opponent and gets out of the ring. He has a smile on his face as he walks up the ramp and out of the arena.
DM: Draven did dominate here tonight and that's why he's the winner!
SS: Maybe this will be the match up to get him back on track! Maybe just maybe!
DM: Let's head to the ring where the PCW World Tag Team Titles will be on the line.
Cut to the ring where Jimmy Wilkes is standing there with his signature microphone.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Oct 12, 2013 21:34:06 GMT -5
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is an EXTREME MAKEOVER MATCH and it is for the PCW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
"Puppets on a String (with Lyrics)" by Dale Oliver hits and the crowd boos loudly. Reyna Carter and Angelina Williams come out from behind the curtain to even more boos from the PCW fans. Reyna comes out with her half of the Mean Girls titles on her left shoulder and her European-Canadian Championship on her right shoulder, complete with a wand in her hand and a tiara on her head. Angelina has a brown paper bag in her right hand along with the her half of the Mean Girls titles around her waist as she slides underneath Reyna's legs and Derek Saunders and Kelly Hampton stand behind them with smiles on their faces and Derek holding the Ugly Stick and Kelly holding both PCW World Tag Team title belts. After Angelina gets to her feet, her and Reyna pose on the ramp for a few seconds.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making their way to the ring, being accompanied by Derek Saunders and Kelly Hampton, from Canada, they are the PCW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS! "THE FALLEN ANGEL"... ANGELINA WILLIAMS! And the Pride Wrestling United States Champion... "THE REAL GLAMOR QUEEN"... REYNA CARTER! Together they are... MI PI SEXY!
Reyna and Angelina each link arms and make their way down the ramp while Derek and Kelly follow them with the same arrogance that Reyna and Angelina have. The crowd reaches toward them, attempting to touch, but Kelly threatens to hit them with the ugly stick. They step onto the apron and they tease stopping to shake their asses, but instead, they put their hands up and roll their eyes at the "pervertedness" they see from the male fans. They get in the ring and Derek and Kelly also are in the ring. The foursome pose together with the titles and the fans boo loudly. They talk strategy as they await for the match to begin.
Jimmy Wilkes: And introducing the challengers!
"Never Enough" by Five Finger Death Punch hits and the crowd immediately goes to cheer as Mariah Lopez and Rachel Robinson stand on the ramp together. They stop for a moment until Talia Skye and the Team Lethality ninjas come out from the back and stand behind The Princesses of Lethality.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making their way to the ring, being accompanied by PCW Hall of Famer "The Killa Queen" Talia Skye. Representing Team Lethality. Mariah Lopez and Rachel Robinson... THE PRINCESSES OF LETHALITY!!!
They begin walking down the ramp. Mariah and Rachel high-five the fans along the way before they slide in the ring while Talia and the ninja's stay at ringside to neutralize Derek Saunders and Kelly Hampton. They play up to the fans and stretch on the ropes before going to their corner and waiting for the match to begin.
*DING! DING! DING!*
The match begins, and Mariah connects with a dropkick on Reyna while Rachel connects with a clothesline on Angelina. Reyna gets to her feet, and Mariah connects with a kick to the head. Angelina gets to her feet, and Rachel delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT. Meanwhile outside of the ring, Derek Saunders grab a steel chair, and goes to slide in the ring, but one of the ninja's come out of nowhere, and connects with a kick on the steel chair into Derek's face. Mariah locks in a single leg Boston Crab on Reyna. Reyna refuses to give up, so Mariah puts more pressure on the hold, but Reyna still refuses to give up, and Mariah eventually loses her grip, and releases the hold. Rachel lifts Angelina back to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a German suplex. Talia lifts Derek to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with the DDG!
SS: This is uncalled for! Why are that bitch, Talia and those damn ninjas gaining up on Derek like this!? I'm sure he was only going to set down in that chair!
DM: We both know that's bullshit, Taint! He was going to attack Rachel and Mariah from behind like he did a few weeks ago on Rapture! Talia and the ninjas are just making sure this match stays two on two!
Talia grabs the steel chair, and slides it in the ring. Mariah gives Talia a thumbs up, grabs the steel chair, and waits for Reyna to get to her feet. Reyna eventually gets to her feet, and Mariah connects with a chair shot to the head, she then hands the steel chair to Rachel, and Rachel waits for Angelina to get to her feet. Angelina eventually gets to her feet, and Rachel connects with a chair shot to the head, she then begins delivering chair shots to the midsection. She connects with about seven chair shots before dropping the chair, turning Angelina over, and locking in a ground head lock. Angelina refuses to give up, so Rachel puts more pressure on the hold, but Angelina still refuses to give up, and Rachel eventually loses her grip, and releases the hold. Mariah lifts Reyna back to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a half nelson suplex. Derek Saunders gets to his feet, and one of the ninjas connects with the Roundhouse kick. Rachel goes to the outside, reaches under the ring, pulls out two singapore canes, slides back in the ring, and hands one of them to Mariah, they then share a passionate kiss on the lips, and Rachel waits for Angelina to get to her feet. Angelina eventually gets to her feet, and Rachel connects with a cane shot to the head. Mariah waits for Reyna to get to her feet. Reyna eventually gets to her feet, and Mariah connects with a cane shot to the head. Rachel drops her cane, kneels down, and begins delivering punches to the face. She connects with about twelve punches. Mariah drops her cane, lifts Reyna back to her feet, and connects with a backbreaker, she then drops her cane, her and Rachel lift Angelina back to her feet, and they connect with a double DDT. Mariah then locks in a cross armbar on Reyna while Rachel locks the Ankle lock on Angelina! Reyna refuses to give up, so Mariah puts more pressure on the hold, but Reyna still refuses to give up, and Mariah eventually loses her grip, and releases the hold. Angelina refuses to give up, so Rachel puts more pressure on the hold, but Angelina still refuses to give up, so Rachel puts even more pressure on the hold, but Angelina STILL refuses to give up, and Rachel eventually loses her grip, and releases the hold. Mariah waits for Reyna to get to her feet. Reyna evnetually gets to her feet, and Mariah runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard hurricanrana. Rachel waits for Angelina to get to her feet. It takes a moment, but Angelina eventually gets to her feet, and Rachel runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard dropkick, she then grabs one of the singapore canes, and begins delivering cane shots to Angelina's face. She connects with about nine cane shots. Mariah grabs the steel chair, and waits for Reyna to get back to her feet. Reyna evnetually gets back to her feet, and Mariah connects with a chair shot to the head, she then hands the steel chair to Rachel, and Rachel waits for Anelina to get to her feet. Angelina eventually gets to her feet, and Rachel connects with a chair shot to the head. Derek begins getting to his feet, but Talia connects with Permanent Brain Damage! Mariah goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, leaps off, and connects with the Corkscrew 450 Splash on Reyna before going for the pin!
DM: Mariah with that Corkscrew 450 Splash that she pulls out of her cousin's play book from time to time! Now she goes for the pin!
SS: Kickout Reyna! You can do it!
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: Kickout at two.
SS: Yeah!
Mariah and Rachel wait for Reyna and Angelina to get to their feet. They eventually get to their feet, and Mariah and Rachel go for kicks to the head, but Reyna and Angelina duck, and Reyna connects with a German suplex on Mariah while Angelina connects with a enzuigiri on Rachel, Angelina then grabs the ugly stick, and waits for Rachel to get to her feet. Rachel eventually gets to her feet, and Angelina connects with a ugly stick shot to the head before delivering ugly stick shots to the midsection. She connets with about ten shots, she then hands the ugly stick to Reyna, and Reyna waits for Mariah to get to her feet. Mariah eventually gets to her feet, and Reyna connects with a ugly stick shot to the head, she then waits for Mariah to get back to her feet. Mariah eventually gets back to her feet, and Reyna connects with another ugly stick shot to the head before waiting for Mariah to get back to her feet again. Mariah eventually gets back to her feet, and Reyna connects with a third ugly stick shot to the head. Angelina lifts Rachel to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before kneeling down, and choking Rachel. She eventually stops, and begins delivering stomps to the face. She connects with about five stomps. Reyna lifts Mariah to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker before locking in a single leg Boston Crab. Mariah refuses to give up, so Reyna puts miore pressure on the hold, but Mariah still refuses to give up, and Reyna eventually loses her grip, and releases the hold. Angelina lifts Rachel to her feet, and connects with a suplex. Reyna lifts Mariah to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a back suplex before kneeling down, and choking Mariah. She eventually stops. Angelina waits for Rachel to get back to her feet. Rachel eventually gets back to her feet, and Angelina runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody, she then grabs the steel chair while Reyna grabs the ugly stick, and they wait for Mariah and Rachel to get to their feet. Mariah eventually gets to her feet, and Reyna connects with a ugly stick shot to the head, she then turns Mariah over, and begins delivering ugly stick shots to the back. She connects with about twelve shots. Rachel eventually gets to her feet, and Angelina connects with a chair shot to the head, she then waits for Rachel to get back to her feet. Rachel eventually gets back to her feet, and Angelina connects with another chair shot to the head before waiting for Rachel to get back to her feet again. Rachel eventually gets back to her feet, and Angelina connects with a third chair shot to the head. Reyna drops the ugly stick, lifts Mariah to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a neckbreaker. Angelina drops the steel chair, and waits for Rachel to get to her feet. Rachel eventually gets to her feet, and Angelina connects with a kick to the head before delivering a stomp to the midsection, forcing Rachel to sit up, holding her stomach in pain, she then runs into the ropes, runs back at Rachel, and connects with a running dropkick to the face. Reyna waits for Mariah to get back to her feet. Mariah eventually gets back to her feet, and Reyna runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody, she then lifts Rachel to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with the Rich Girl's Dream before going for the pin!
DM: Reyna hits Rachel with the Rich Girl's Dream!
SS: Fuck yeah! This match is over!
DM: You can't be serious about that.
SS: We'll see.
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: Rachel kicks out at two! See, fatass? It's going to take alot more to put the Princesses of Lethality away!
SS: Damnit! I actually thought the match would be over there.
DM: That's because you're an idiot.
SS:.......................
Reyna and Angelina lift Mairah and Rachel to their feet. Reyna goes for a scoop slam, but Mariah reverses it into a headscissors takedown. Angelina goes for a suplex, but Rachel reverses it into a suplex of her own. Reyna gets to her feet, and Mariah connects with a enzuigiri, she then lifts Angelina to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a Tiger suplex. Rachel waits for Reyna to get back to her feet. Reyna eventually gets back to her feet, and Rachel runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard hurricanrana followed into a cross armbar. Reyna refuses to give up, so Rachel puts more pressure on the hold, but Reyna still refuses to give up, and Rachel eventually loses her grip, and releases the hold. Mariah turns Angelina over, and locks in a Camel clutch. Angelina refuses to give up, so Mariah puts more pressure on the hold, but Angelina still refuses to give up, and Mariah eventually loses her grip, and releases the hold. Rachel lifts Reyna to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a Russian leg sweep. Mariah lifts Angelina to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a Butterfly suplex. Rachel goes to the outside, reaches under the ring, pulls out a crowbar, slides back in the ring, and begins delivering crowbar shots to Reyna's face. She connects with about eight crowbar shots. Mariah grabs the singapore cane, and begins delivering cane shots to Angelina's midsection. She connects with about eleven cane shots. Rachel kneels down, and begins pressing the crowbar against Reyna's face. She eventually stops, and Reyna's head has been cut open! Mariah drops the singapore cane, lifts Angelina to her feet, and connects with a scoop slam. Rachel waits for Reyna to get to her feet. Reyna eventually gets to her feet, and Rachel connects with a crowbar shot to the head. Mariah waits for Angelina to get back to her feet. Angelina eventually gets back to her feet, and Mariah jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Angelina gets back to her feet again, and Mariah connects with a kick to the head. Rachel drops the crowbar, lifts Reyna back to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a Tiger suplex before locking in the Figure 4 leg lock! Reyna refuses to give up, so Rachel puts more pressure on the hold, but Reyna still refuses to give up, so Rachel puts even more pressure on the hold, but Reyna STILL refuses to give up, and Rachel eventually loses her grip, and releases the hold. Mariah lifts Angelina to her feet, gets behind her, and locks in Nap Time! Angelina refuses to give up, so Mariah puts more pressure on the hold, but Angelina still refuses to give up, so Mariah puts even more pressure on the hold, but Angelina STILL refuses to give up, and Mariah eventually loses her grip, and releases the hold. Rachel waits for Reyna to get to her feet. It takes a moment, but Reyna eventually gets to her feet, and Rachel connects with a dropkick. Reyna gets back to her feet, and Rachel jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Reyna gets back to her feet again, and Rachel connects with a spinning wheel kick. Mariah waits for Angelina to get to her feet. It takes a moment, but Angelina eventually gets to her feet, and Mariah runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard dropkick, she then grabs a sinbgapore cane, and begins delivering cane shots to Angelina's left leg. She connects with about fifteen cane shots. Derek gets to his feet, but one of the ninjas hits him with a spinning wheel kick. Rachel grabs the crowbar, and waits for Reyna to get to her feet. Reyna eventually gets to her feet, and Rachel connects with a crowbar shot to the head before dropping the crowbar, lifting Angelina to her feet, delivering a kick to the midsection, and connecting with a piledriver. Mariah lifts Reyna back to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a German suplex. Rachel goes out to the apron, springboards off the top rope, and connects with the Springboard Elbow drop on Angelina before going for the pin!
DM: Rachel dives her elbow into Angelina's chest with that Springboard elbow drop! Could this be it!?
SS: Come on, Angelina!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Damnit! Angelina kicks out.
SS: Hell yeah!
Mariah and Rachel lift Angelina to her feet, and they go for a double suplex, but Reyna grabs the ugly stick, and breaks it up by delivering ugly stick shots to the back, she then delivers ugly stick shots to the head before delivering ugly stick shots to Mariah's face. She connects with about five ugly stick shots, she then drops the ugly stick, lifts Mariah to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a Butterfly suplex. Angelina gets to her feet, grabs the crowbar, and waits for Rachel to get to her feet. Rachel eventually gets to her feet, and Angelina connects with a crowbar shot to the head, she then waits for Rachel to get back to her feet. Rachel eventually gets back to her feet, and Angelina connects with another crowbar shot to the head. Reyna waits for Mariah to get back to her feet. Mariah eventually gets back to her feet, and Reyna runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard hurricanrana before turning Mariah over, and locking in a ground head lock. Mariah refuses to give up, so Reyna puts more pressure on the hold, but Mariah still refuses to give up, and Reyna eventually loses her grip, and releases the hold. Angelina drops the crow bar, grabs the steel chair, and waits for Rachel to get back to her feet again. Rachel eventually gets back to her feet again, Angelina connects with a chair shot to the head, and Rachel's head has been busted open! Reyna lifts Mariah to her feet, and connects with a backbreaker. Angelina drops the steel chair, lifts Rachel to her feet, and connects with a scoop slam on the steel chair. Reyna waits for Mariah to get back to her feet. Mariah eventually gets back to her feet, and Reyna runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard dropkick. Angelina goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and waits for Rachel to get back to her feet. Rachel eventually gets back to her feet, and Angelina leaps off, and connects with a missile dropkick, Reyna and Angelina then lift Mariah to her feet, and Irish whip her into the ropes. Mariah runs back at them, and they catch her with a double dropkick. Angelina lifts Rachel to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT. Reyna grabs the ugly stick, and begins delivering ugly stick shots to Mariah's midsection. She connects with about fifteen shots before dropping the ugly stick, and locking in a single leg Boston Crab. Mariah refuses to give up, so Reyna puts more pressure on the hold, but Mariah still refuses to give up, and Reyna eventually loses her grip, and releases the hold. she then kneels down, and begins choking Mariah. She eventually stops. Angelina waits for Rachel to get back to her feet. Rachel eventually gets back to her feet, and Angelina connects with a spinning wheel kick. Reyna lifts Mariah to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a Russian leg sleep. Angelina waits for Rachel to get back to her feet again. Rachel eventually gets back to her feet, and Angelina runs into the ropes, runs back at Rachel, and connects with the Spear before going for the pin!
DM: Angelina with the Sear on Rachel!
SS: This match is over! No way in hell that the Retard's emo lesbian's sister wil kick out of a devastating Spear like that one!
DM: Oh really, fatass? We'll see about that. By the way. Rachel isn't emo! She's a metal head! and his name is Reaper!
SS: WHATEVER!
Desiree punches Taint.
SS: Agghhh!
DM: Don't yell at me!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: YES!!! Rachel kicks out at two!
SS: DAMNIT!!! Stay down you fucking lesbians!
Reyna and Angelina lift Mariah and Rachel to their feet, and go for a Irish whips, but Mariah and Rachel reverse them into Irish whips of their own. Reyna and Angelina run into the ropes, run back at Mariah and Rachel, and Mariah and Rachel jump up, and catch them with hurricanranas. Mariah lifts Reyna to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a gutwrench suplex. Rachel lifts Angelina to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a neckbreaker, she then goes to the outside, reaches under the ring, and pulls out a pen. Mariah lifts Reyna back to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a Russian leg sweep. Rachel slides in the ring, kneels down, and begins delivering pen jabs to Angelina's face. She connects with about twelve pen jabs, she then presses the pen against Angelina's face, and Angelina's head has been cut open! Mariah begins delivering stomps to Reyna's left leg. She connects with about twenty stomps. Rachel drops the pen, and begins delivering punches to Angelina's face. She connects with about seventeen punches before delivering stomps to the face. She connects with about eleven stomps, she then locks in a surfboard stretch. Angelina refuses to give up, so Rachel puts more pressure on the hold, but Angelina still refuses to give up, and Rachel eventually loses her grip, and releases the hold. Mariah lifts Reyna to her feet, gets behind her, and locks in a Octopus stretch. Reyna refuses to give up, so Mariah puts more pressure on the hold, but Reyna still refuses to give up, and eventually falls back, reversing the hold into a pin attempt!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
Mariah releases the hold, lifts Reyna to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT. Rachel grabs the steel chair, and begins delivering chair shots to Angelina's midsection. She connects with about eighteen chair shots. Derek gets to his feet, and one of the ninjas go for a kick to the head, but Derek ducks, only to recieve the Super kick from the other ninja! Mariah waits for Reyna to get back to her feet. Reyna evnetually gets back to her feet, and Mariah runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody before turning Reyna over, and locking in a armbar. Reyna refuses to give up, so Mariah puts more pressure on the hold, but Reyna still refuses to give up, and Mariah eventually loses her grip, and releases the hold. Rachel waits for Angelina to get to her feet. Angelina eventually gets to her feet, and Rachel connects with a chair shot to the head before dropping the chair, turning Angelina over, and locking in the Ankle lock! Angelina refuses to give up, so Rachel puts more pressure on the hold, but Angelina still refuses to give up, so Rachel puts even more pressure on the hold, but Angelina STILL refuses to give up, and Rachel eventually loses her grip, and releases the hold. Mariah waits for Reyna to get to her feet. Reyna eventually gets to her feet, and Mariah connects with a enzuigiri before stalking Reyna. Reyna gets to her hands and knees, and Mariah runs into the ropes, runs back at Reyna, and connects with a running dropkick to the side of the head. Rachel lifts Angelina to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver. Mariah whispers something into Rachel's ear, and Rachel nods her head, goes to the putside, reaches under the ring, pulls out a stapler and a note, slides back in the ring, and hands them to Mariah. Mariah holds the note in the air, and it says "spoiled little rich bitch", she then holds the note against Reyna's head, and staples it to her head! Reyna holds her face in pain as she rolls around, screaming. Rachel lifts Angelina back to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a half nelson suplex. Mariah begins delivering stomps to Reyna's left leg. She connects with about seven stomps, she then lifts Reyna to her feet, gets behind her, and connects with a neckbreaker before locking in a single leg Boston Crab. Reyna refuses to give up, so Mariah puts more pressure on the hold, but Reyna still refuses to give up, and Mariah eventually loses her grip, and releases the hold. Rachel lifts Angelina back to her feet again, gets behind her, and connects with the Soul Breaker version 2 before going for the pin!
DM: Rachel hits the Soul Breaker! Could this do it!?
SS: NO!!! Come on, Angelina! Kickout! I don't want to see these Team Lethality lesbians as PCW World Tag Team champions again!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: FUCK!!! So close!
SS: YES!!! Come on, Reyna and Angelina!
Mariah and Rachel lift Angelina to her feet, get behind her, and connect with a double back suplex, they then lift her back to her feet, and send her over the top rope, and put ot the floor before following her to the outside, they then reach under the ring, pull out a table, and slide it in the ring. Mariah slides in the ring herself, and Rachel raches back under the ring, and pulls out a container of gasoline and some matches, she then places them in the ring before sliding in the ring, and helping Mariah set up the table. Reyna gets to her feet, and Rachel connects with a enzuigiri, she then grabs the container of gasoline, opens it, and pours it all over the table. Mariah grabs a match, lights it, drops it on the table, and the table catches on fire. Rachel lifts Reyna back to her feet, drags her over to one of the turnbuckles, places her on the top turnbbuckle, andclimbs to the top turnbuckle herself. Angelina slides in the ring, and grabs the ugly stick. Mariah turns around, and Angelina connects with a ugly stick shot to the head. Rachel goes for a super German suplex, looking to put Reyna through the flaming table, but Angelina breaks it up by delivering a ugly stick shot to the back, drops the ugly stick, and connects with the Powerbomb, sending Rachel through the flaming table! she then begins delivering stomps to the face. She connects with about fifteen stomps before kneeling down, and choking Rachel. She eventually stops. Reyna hops off the turnbuckle, lifts Mariah to her feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a swinging neckbreaker, she then waits for Rachel to get to her feet. Rachel eventually gets to her feet, and Reyna connects with a kick to the head. Angelina grabs the ugly stick, and waits for Mariah to get back to her feet. Mariah eventually gets back to her feet, and Angelina connects with a ugly stick shot to the back. Reyna lifts Rachel back to her feet, and connects with a backbreaker. Angelina waits for Mariah to get back to her feet again. Mariah eventually gets back to her feet, and Angelina connects with another ugly stick shot to the back. Reyna lifts Rachel back to her feet again, and connects with a snap suplex before locking in a surfboard stretch. Rachel refuses to give up, so Reyna puts more pressure on the hold, but Rachel still refuses to give up, and Reyna eventually loses her grip, and releases the hold. Angelina waits for Mariah to get to her feet. Mariah eventually gets to her feet, and Angelina connects with a third ugly stick shot to the back, she then drops the ugly stick, and her and Reyna lift Rachel to her feet, and connect with a double DDT. Reyna then waits for Rachel to get back to her feet. Rachel eventually gets back to her feet, and Reyna runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with Disaster Happens before going for the pin!
DM: Disaster Happens! Reyna with that Springboard Roundhouse kick on Rachel!
SS: This match really is over now. There's no fucking way Rachel can kickout again after all the shit she has been through in this match!
DM: Don't count her out yet! She has alot of heart! Just like Mariah!
SS: You make me sick!
DM: Shut up, Taint!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: HELL YEAH!!! Rachel barely kicks out!
SS: FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!! NO!!! STAY DOWN!!!
Reyna and Angelina lift Mariah and Rachel to their feet, get behind them, and go for back suplexes, but Mariah and Rachel fight out of it by doing back flips, and land on their feet behind Reyna and Angelina. Reyna and Angelina turn around, and Mariah connects with the Crane Kick on Reyna while Rachel connects with the Super kick on Angelina! Derek gets to his feet, but Talia smashes her mirror over his head. Mariah goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, and her and Rachel wait for Reyna to get to her feet. It takes a moment, but Reyna eventually gets to her feet, they connect with Metal Hang Time! and Mariah goes for the pin!
DM: YES!!! Metal Hang Time! I think this match is over!
SS: NO!!! PLEASE!!! Kick out, Reyna!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here are your winners... and the NEWWWWWW PCW WORLD TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS... THE PRINCESSES OF LETHALITY!!!
"Never Enough" by Five Finger Death Punch hits and the crowd comes unglued as Mariah Lopez and Rachel Robinson are handed the PCW World Tag Team Championship belts. They along with Talia Skye and the Team Lethality Ninja's celebrate their victory while Reyna and Angelina are laid out.
DM: They have done it again! The Princesses of Lethality are once again the PCW World Tag Team Champions!
SS: This is garbage! We get to have these fucking lesbians as the champions! How disgraceful!
DM: I'd say it's respectful! What's disgraceful is you being out here calling matches!
SS: My voice is glorious!
DM: Yeah... right! It's atrocious is what it is!
SS: Is not!
DM: Just shut up moron! We have more championship action next as Jay Thunder defends the Platinum Championship against Brian Stryker!
SS: And the loser leaves this company forever! Brian Stryker, it's been nice knowing ya! Go back to Philly and die fuck face!
DM: I wish you would die so I don't have to fucking deal with you!
Cut to the ring.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Oct 12, 2013 21:35:05 GMT -5
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is a Philadelphia Street Fight match and it is for the PCW PLATINUM CHAMPIONSHIP!!!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
The chorus of "Not Listening" hits the P.A system, as the lights turn a dark red. Jay Thunder slowly walks out from behind the curtains, grinning evilly in the direction of the ring. After standing on the stage, looking around the packed arena who are booing him loudly.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Knoxville, Tennessee, weighing in at 180 pounds. He is a member of Toxic and the PCW Platinum Champion... "THE DARK HORSE"... JAY THUNDER!!!
He begins his slow walk to the ring area, the PCW Platinum title title over his shoulder. Upon arrival, he takes a quick jump-step and slides into the ring, running. He stands up, looking towards the stage, awaiting the bell.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
“Revolution” by Pennywise blasts over the sound system as Brian Stryker bursts out from the back. He stands at the top of the ramp. He gets down on one knee and places a hand on the stage. Then with one solid motion Brian rises to his feet and throws his hood back as he shouts “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 completes his lap, Brian climbs the steel steps. He climbs the turnbuckle to the top and holds up his title, shouting "REVOLT!" Before hoping down onto the floor.
*DING! DING! DING!*
The match begins, and Stryker goes for a kick to the head, but Jay ducks, and goes for a kick to the head of his own, but Stryker ducks, and connects with a enzuigiri before locking in the Shawshank! Jay refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Jay still refuses to give up, so Stryker puts even more pressure on the hold, but Jay STILL refuses to give up, and Stryker eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then waits for Jay to get to his feet. It takes a moment, but Jay eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a spinning wheel kick before going to the outside, reaching under the ring, pulling out a hockey stick, sliding back in the ring, and waiting for Jay to get back to his feet. Jay eventually gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with a hockey stick shot to the head, he then waits for Jay to get back to his feet again. Jay eventually gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with another hockey stick shot to the head before delivering hockey stick shots to the midsection. He connects with about eight hockey stick shots, he then begins delivering hockey stick shots to the left leg. He connects with about five hockey stick shots before dropping the hockey stick, and locking in a single leg Boston Crab. Jay refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Jay still refuses to give up, and Stryker eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then waits for Jay to get to his feet. Jay eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody before going to the outside, reaching under the ring, pulling out a stop sign, sliding back in the ring, and waiting for Jay to get back to his feet. Jay eventually gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with a stop sign shot to the head, he then waits for Jay to get back to his feet again. Jay eventually gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with a stop sign shot to the back of the head before delivering stop sign shots to the midsection. He connects with about seven stop sign shots, he then drops the stop sign, and waits for Jay to get to his feet. Jay eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody before grabbing the hockey stick, and waiting for Jay to get back to his feet. Jay eventually gets back to his feet, and Stryker delivers a hockey stick shot to the midsection, forcing Jay to bend over, holding his stomach in pain, he then connects with a hockey stick shot to the back before delivering hockey stick shots to the back of the head. He connects with about five shots, he then drops the hockey stick, and locks in a Camel clutch. Jay refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Jay still refuses to give up, and Stryker eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold before waiting for Jay to get to his feet. Jay eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a kick to the head, he then lifts Jay back to his feet, and connects with the Stryke 2 before locking in the Shawshank!
DM: Stryke 2! Stryker hit Jay with that STO! and now he has the Shawshank locked in!
SS: Don't give up, Jay! We already had that Retarded psychopath as Platinum champion! We don't need a fucking hamster carrying the title!
DM: Shut up, Taint!
Jay refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Jay still refuses to give up, so Stryker puts even more pressure on the hold, but Jay STILL refuses to give up, and Stryker eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then grabs the hockey stick, and waits for Jay to get to his feet. Jay eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker goes for a hockey stick shot to the head, but Jay connects with a kick to the groin, forcing Stryker to drop the hockey stick, and go down, holding his groin in pain, he then grabs the hockey stick, and waits for Stryker to get to his feet. Stryker eventually gets to his feet, and Jay connects with a hockey stick shot to the back of the head before dropping the hockey stick, going to the outside, grabbing a steel chair, sliding back in the ring, and waiting for Stryker to get back to his feet. Stryker eventually gets back to his feet, and Jay connects with a chair shot to the head, he then waits for Stryker to get back to his feet again. Stryker eventually gets back to his feet again, and Jay connects with another chair shot to the head before delivering chair shots to the midsection. He connects with about nine chair shots, he then drops the chair, lifts Stryker to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before waiting for Stryker to get back to his feet. Stryker eventually gets back to his feet, and Jay runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard dropkick, he then begins delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about ten stomps before lifting Stryker to his feet, and connecting with a suplex, he then waits for Stryker to get back to his feet. Stryker eventually gets back to his feet, and Jay runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard hurricanrana before going to the outside, reaching under the ring, pulling out a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, sliding back in the ring, and waiting for Stryker to get back to his feet again. Stryker eventually gets back to his feet, and Jay connects with a barbed wire baseball bat shot to the head, and Stryker's head has been cut open! he then waits for Stryker to get to his feet. Stryker eventually gets to his feet, and Jay connects with another barbed wire wrapped baseball bat shot to the head before waiting for Stryker to get back to his feet. Stryker eventually gets back to his feet, and Jay connects with a third barbed wire baseball bat shot to the head, he then drops the baseball bat, goes out to the apron, climbs to the top turnbuckle, leaps off, and connects with the Diving Elbow drop to the face before going for the pin!
DM: Jay hits that devastating Diving Elbow drop to the face!
SS: Beautiful move!
ONE!!!
TWO!!! *kickout*
DM: Stryker kicks out at two!
SS: Damn!
Jay 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 Jay. Jay turns around, and Stryker connects with a spinning wheel kick, he then waits for Jay to get to his feet. Jay eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard crossbody before locking in a cross armbar. Jay refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Jay still refuses to give up, and Stryker eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then grabs the steel chair, and waits for Jay to get to his feet. Jay evnetually gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a chair shot to the back before waiting for Jay to get back to his feet. Jay evnetually gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with another chair shot to the back, he then waits for Jay to get back to his feet again. Jay eventually gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with a third chair shot to the back before dropping the chair, and locking in the Lockdown! Jay refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Jay still refuses to give up, so Stryker puts even more pressure on the hold, but Jay STILL refuses to give up, and Stryker eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then waits for Jay to get to his feet. Jay evnetually gets to his feet, and Stryker runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard dropkick before grabbing the hockey stick, and delivering hockey stick shots to the midsection. He connects with about fifteen hockey stick shots, he then waits for Jay to get to his feet. Jay eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a hockey stick shot to the head before dropping the hockey stick, going to the outside, reaching under the ring, pulling out a singapore cane, sliding back in the ring, and waiting for Jay to get back to his feet. Jay eventually gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with a cane shot to the head before delivering more cane shots to the head. He connects with about five cane shots, he then waits for Jay to get to his feet. Jay eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a cane shot to the back before dropping the cane, turning Jay over, and locking in the Shawshank! Jay refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Jay still refuses to give up, so Stryker puts even more pressure on the hold, but Jay STILL refuses to give up, and Stryker eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then grabs the hockey stick, and waits for Jay to get to his feet. It takes a moment, but Jay eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a hockey stick shot to the back of the head before waiting for Jay to get back to his feet. Jay eventually gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with another hockey stick shot to the back of the head, he then drops the hockey stick, goes out to the apron, and waits for Jay to get back to his feet again. Jay eventually gets back to his feet, and Stryker springboards off the top rope, and connects with the Flight of the Valkyries before locking in the Lockdown!
DM: Lockdown! Stryker hit Jay with the Flight of the Valkyries ! and now Stryker has Jay locked in the Lockdown! Will Jay give up!?
SS: Fuck! I hope not!
Jay refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Jay still refuses to give up, so Stryker puts even more pressure on the hold, but Jay STILL refuses to give up, and Stryker eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then lifts Jay to his feet, and goes for a Irish whip, but Jay reverses it into a Irish whip of his own. Stryker runs into the ropes, runs back at Jay, and Jay catches him with a dropkick, he then grabs the baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, and begins delivering barbed wire wrapped baseball bat shots to the midsection. He connects with about eight barbed wire wrapped baseball bat shots, and Stryker's midsection has been cut open! Jay drops the baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, lifts Stryker 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, he then begins stalking Stryker. Stryker gets to his hands and knees, and Jay runs into the ropes, runs back at Stryker, and connects with a punt to the side of the head before waiting for Stryker to get to his feet. Stryker eventually gets to his feet, and Jay runs into the ropes, springboards off the ropes, and connects with a springboard hurricanrana, he then begins delivering stomps to the face. He connects with about seven stomps before lifting Stryker to his feet, getting behind him, and connecting with a back suplex, he then lifts Stryker back to his feet, and connects with a scoop slam before grabbing the singapore cane, and wiating for Stryker to get to his feet. Stryker eventually gets to his feet, and Jay connects with a cane shot to the head, he then waits for Stryker to get back to his feet. Stryker eventually gets back to his feet, and Jay connects with a cane shot to the back before waiting for Stryker to get back to his feet again. Stryker eventually gets back to his feet, and Jay connects with another cane shot to the head, he then waits for Stryker to get to his feet. Stryker eventually gets to his feet, and Jay connects with another cane shot to the back before waiting for Stryker to get back to his feet. Stryker eventually gets back to his feet, and Jay connects with a third cane shot to the back, he then drops the cane, and waits for Stryker to get back to his feet again. Stryker eventually gets back to his feet, and Jay connects with a kick to the head before connecting with a elbow drop to the face, he then lifts Stryker to his feet, and connects with the Double Knee Facebreaker before going for the pin!
DM: Double Knee Facebreaker from Jay on Stryker!
SS: That's a good move by the champ! I think this match might be over!
DM: We'll see.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout!
DM: Stryker kicks out at two!
SS: Damnit! Come on, Jay! Kill the hamster!
Jay grabs the steel chair, and waits for Stryker to get to his feet. It takes a moment, but Stryker eventually gets to his feet, and Jay goes for a chair shit to the head, but Stryker connects with a spinning wheel kick on the steel chair into Jay's face, he then grabs the baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, and waits for Jay to get to his feet. Jay eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a barbed wire wrapped baseball bat shot to the head, and Jay's head has been cut open! Stryker begins delivering more barbed wire wrapped baseball bat shots to the head. He connects with about five barbed wire wrapped baseball shots before dropping the baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, and locking in the Shawshank! Jay refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Jay still refuses to give up, so Stryker puts even more pressure on the hold, but Jay STILL refuses to give up, and Stryker eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then waits for Jay to get to his feet. Jay eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker jumps up, and connects with a hurricanrana. Jay gets back to his feet, and Stryker jumps up, and connects with another hurricanrana. Jay gets back to his feet again, and Stryker connects with a dropkick. Jay gets to his feet, and Stryker conneccts with a enzuigiri, he then goes to the outside, reaches under the ring, pulls out a screwdriver, slides back in the ring, and begins delivering screwdriver jabs to the face. He connects with about seven screwdriver jabs before waiting for Jay to get to his feet. Jay eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a screwdriver jab to the head, he then drops the screwdriver, and waits for Jay to get back to his feet. Jay eventually gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with a spinning wheel kick before locking in a surfboard stretch. Jay refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Jay still refuses to give up, and Stryker eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then grabs the baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, and waits for Jay to get to his feet. Jay eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with a barbed wire wrapped baseball bat shot to the back of the head, and the back of Jay's head has been cut open! Stryker waits for Jay to get back to his feet. Jay eventually gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with another barbed wire wrapped baseball bat to the head before dropping the baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire, and locking in the Lockdown! Jay refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Jay still refuses to give up, so Stryker puts even more pressure on the hold, but Jay STILL refuses to give up, and Stryker eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then waits for Jay to get to his feet. It takes a moment, but Jay eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker connects with the First Stryke before locking in the Shawshank!
DM: The First Stryke followed by the Shawshank! Jay could very well give up now!
SS: FUCK!!! Please don't give up, Jay! Hang in there, damnit!
Jay refuses to give up, so Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, but Jay still refuses to give up, so Stryker puts even more pressure on the hold, but Jay STILL refuses to give up, and Stryker eventually loses his grip, and releases the hold, he then waits for Jay to get to his feet. Jay eventually gets to his feet, and Stryker goes for a kick to the head, but Jay ducks, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a DDT, he then grabs the hockey stick, and waits for Stryker to get to his feet. Stryker eventually gets to his feet, and Jay connects with a hockey stick shot to the back before delivering more hockey stick shots to the back. He connects with about twelve hockey stick shots, he then drops the hockey stick, grabs the steel chair, and waits for Stryer to get to his feet. Stryker eventually gets to his feet, and Jay connects with a chair shot to the head before waiting for Stryker to get back to his feet. Stryker eventually gets back to his feet, and Jay connects with another chair shot to the head, he then waits for Stryker to get back to his feet again. Stryker eventually gets back to his feet, and Jay connects with a third chair shot to the head before dropping the steel chair, grabbing the stop sign, and delivering stop sign shots to the back. He connects with about seven stop sign shots, he then drops the stop sign, grabs the singapore cane, and waits for Stryker to get to his feet. Stryker eventually gets to his feet, and Jay connects with a cane shot to the back before waiting for Stryker to get back to his feet. Stryker evnetually gets back to his feet, and Jay connects with a cane shot to the head, he then drops the singapore cane, lifts Stryker to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with a piledriver before going to the corner, and signaling for Stryker to get back to his feet. Stryker eventually gets back to his feet, and Jay runs at him, and connects with the Spear! he then lifts Stryker to his feet, delivers a kick to the midsection, and connects with the Butterfly DDT before going for the pin!
DM: A Spear followed by a Butterfly DDT? I think that asshole was mocking Reaper there.
SS: I love it! and I think Jay actually did that combination WAY better than Reaper!
DM: Shut up, Taint! That's bullshit!
SS: We'll see about that, Desiree. This match is over!
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THRE!!! NO!!! *kickout*
DM: Stryker kicks out at two! Better than Reaper, Taint? I'm pretty sure the match would have ended if it was Reaper doing that combination.
SS:.................FUCK!!!
The crowd cheers over the kickout, and Jay gets a frustrated look on his face, lifts Stryker to his feet, and goes for a scoop slam, but Stryker reverses it into a headscissors takedown. Jay gets to his feet, andStryker connects with a enzuigiri, he then lifts Jay to his feet, sends him over the top rope, and out to the apron, and waits for him to get back to his feet. Jsy eventually gets back to his feet, and Stryker connects with a dropkick, sending Jay to the floor before waiting for Jay to get back to his feet again. Jay eventually gets back to his feet, and Stryker runs into the ropes on the other side of the ring, runs back toward Jay, and connects with a suicide dive, he then lifts Jay to his feet, and drags him to the stage. They eventually get to the stage, and Stryker goes to slam Jay's head into the Premiumtron 5000, but Jay reverses it, and slams Stryker's head into the Premiumtron 5000 instead, he then begins climbing the Premiumtron 5000. Stryker eventually gets to his feet, and folows. Jay eventually gets to the top, and waits for Stryker to get there. Stryker eventually gets there, and Jay runs at him, looking to go for the Running Super kick! NO!!! Stryker ducks, and connects with the First Stryke! and Jay goes flying off the Premiumtron 5000, and crashes into the stage!
DM: OH SHIT!!!
SS: ...............Yep.....I think Jay might be dead.....Damn.
Stryker looks around, and panders to the cheering fans, he then leaps off the Premiumtron 5000, and connects with the AIr Stryke!
DM: Stryker hits the Air Stryke from the top of the PremiumTron 5000!
SS: He's a idiot! Now him and Jay are both dead!
Neither Stryker or Jay seem to be moving, so the ref starts a ten count.
ONE!!!
TWO!!!
THREE!!!
FOUR!!!
FIVE!!!
SIX!!!
SEVEN!!!
Stryker begins moving.
EIGHT!!!
NINE!!!
TE!!! NO!!!
Stryker barely makes it to his feet before the ten count, he then lifts Jay to his feet, drags him to the ring. They eventually get to the ring, and Stryker slides Jay in the ring before sliding in the ring himself, dragging Jay to the middle of the ring, and locking in the Alcatraz!
DM: Stryker likes to call this move the Alcatraz! and after what just happened to Jay. It's safe to say this match is over!
SS:..............Damn.
Jay refuses to give up at first, but Stryker puts more pressure on the hold, and Jay has no choice but to tap out!
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... and the NEW PCW PLATINUM CHAMPION... "THE GOD OF WAR"... BRIAN STRYKER!!!
"Revolution" by Pennywise hits and the crowd erupts into cheers as Brian Stryker is handed the PCW Platinum Championship belt by the referee. He raises the title high in the air and gets out of the ring and dives into the crowd to celebrate with them.
DM: Brian Stryker has done it! He is now the PCW Platinum Champion!
SS: This sucks a bag of fried dicks! That Philadelphia piece of fucking shit is the champion!
DM: That man you just called a piece of shit, dethroned one of the worst Platinum Champions of all time! Good fucking riddance too!
SS: Oh man this isn't good!
DM: Nonsense! It's fucking glorious! Up next, Brytain Montgomery puts the Broadcast Championship on the line against Smith Jones in a Cage of Death Match!
SS: It's going to be a damn good match! The great Smith Jones and the undefeated Brytain Montgomery! I can't wait for this one!
DM: Let's not waste anymore time and bring it to you! Take it away!
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Oct 12, 2013 21:36:07 GMT -5
We cut to the ring and the cage loomed over the ring as the show came back from a commercial break, the crowd nearly silently in awe at the structure. It stood, nearly ten feet high and topped with vicious looking razor wire. Though it wasn't obvious just by looking at it, all four sides of the massive steel structure were electrified with enough electricity to knock an opponent onto their ass in a second. In all four corners of the ring, several panes of glass were propped against the cage. Several small black canvas bags held thousands upon thousands of thumbtacks and surrounding the cage on the outside was a horrific looking net of razorwire. A heavy chain with a padlock hung loosely at the door of the cage, ready to lock the opponents in from the outside.
The Cage of Death.
It looked very much like it would hold up to it's name. There was only one way to win this match, once both opponents were locked "safely" inside. Making the choice to electrocute one's self by climbing over the top and then dropping down through the net of barbed wire to the floor below.
When the audience had been given a few moments to study and comprehend the tortuous, massive death trap, the lights faded down to almost nothing. The cage was no longer visible in the darkness but it's presence could be felt, ominous.
Billy Corgan's voice suddenly echoed through the arena, haunting in the darkness.Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage... Sent to drain... secret destroyers... hold you up to the flames... And what do I get? For my pain... Betrayed desires... and a piece of the game...As the heavy bass beat and violent guitar fill the arena, swelling to a crescendo of anger, a few bright and sudden pops of white pyro illuminate the figure standing in the darkness in the middle of the ramp.
Brytain Montgomery.
She's dressed all in black leather pants that hug every curve, a black leather corset that reveals a few inches of skin at her hips and covering it all, a long, black leather duster that sweeps out behind her. Her face is unreadable, her eyes expressionless behind her bright, unnaturally blue contacts.Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage... Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in a cage... And someone would say what is lost can never be saved...As the music crashes around her, Brytain Montgomery is illuminated by only the brief flashes of pyro as she stares up at the cage, taking it all in. The last time she'd ever set foot in one of these cages, she'd died for six minutes. This match, it was just as much about beating the cage as it was about beating Smith Jones.
Slowly climbing the steps as her music fades out to nothing but the last few drum beats and the lights slowly begin to come back up, she hesitates for just a split moment before she finally enters the cage, standing silently in the center as she slowly slips off her ring jacket.
Brytain pauses for a moment before she gestures for a mic, that is hastily slipped inside for her.Brytain Montgomery: Burning the Broadcast Title belt... meant the same thing to a lot of people as pissing all over the traditions and the blood, sweat and tears of the champions who came before me. She pauses, a smirk on her face as she shrugs slightly.Brytain Montgomery: Maybe that's true... in a way. But what people fail to realize is that a hunk of metal and some leather stringing it all together does no a championship make, nor does it make a champion. You can hold the belt, but it doesn't make you a champion. You have to earn the belt. Before you tell me that's the same thing... it's not. There is a marked difference. She paces slightly, the corners of her mouth turning up.Brytain Montgomery: People like Danielle Lopez and Heather Monroe, they may have made the Broadcast Title Division once upon a time, brought it into existence... but people like me... She pauses and then cocks her head, a small smirk on her face.Brytain Montgomery: ...and even Smith Jones... we've made it mean something. We took the championship and we've made it something to be proud of. The championship... not the title belt... you seem to be missing the point that the Broadcast Title belt is a thing. It's an object. It's NOT the championship itself... However, since it seems to be so important to so many people... She gestures and someone slips a black bag through the cage door for her. She kneels down and slowly slides something out of the bag... the new PCW Broadcast Title belt. She holds it up, a white leather strap with burnished gold accents. The intricately designed gold faceplate shining under the lights.Brytain Montgomery: This is a symbol... it's a symbol of the NEW Premium Championship Wrestling Broadcast Division. She takes one last look at the title belt for carefully handing it out to a ring official just as the lights slowly begin to dim down again and she's standing, unseen, in the darkness of the cage as the camera fades to the crowd as they are just getting ready for the next match when, “No More Sorrow” by Linkin Park cues up. The fans look up wondering who it is and start to boo to see it is Mya Denton, dressed in black jeans and a white “Rocker’s Chick” t-shirt. She is also on crutches as she slowly makes her way down to the ring. It takes her a few minutes but she makes it to the ring as she rolls inside and pulls herself up as she is handed a mic.Mya: I am not going to take up to much time. Like the rest of you, I am dying to hear what is the huge rumor concerning PCW. At first I was going to tape what I had to say but hell I had to come and do this in person. I have to say that it is with deep unfortunance that this, is the last you will see Mya Denton in the ring. The fans that were booing her suddenly get quiet as Mya takes a deep breath as tears come to her eyes.Mya: Last show, well you all saw what went down. My knee got hit with a tire iron and after getting not one by two opinions, I was told the damage was too much. My knee is shattered to put it mildly and my career is over. SS: Looks like now that Smith Jones is out of her life, she doesn’t have a… LEG… to stand on! DM: You’re so fuckin’ ridiculous, Taint! The woman’s very future is in question. Mya: I am sorry for a lot of things. One, was how I got suckered in by Smith Jones. (fans boo) It made me lose a great man and that was Kai. I am truly sorry for that and I know that is beyond repair but I hope that you will be able to forgive me for that. Another person I need to apologize to is Brytain. Let’s face it, I should be angry at you about attacking me but I’m not. Hell, I deserved it. Smith and I put you through hell. We both tried to one up each other. I respect you Brytain and thank you for opening my eyes on who that cockroach Smith Jones really is. Tonight Brytain, I am going to sit in and do commentary for your match and I am going to enjoy seeing you put him through hell. In the end, Brytain, the right person will be The Broadcast Champ when this rivalry comes to an end and I know in my heart that it will be you. Brytain, please come out here so I can shake your hand. Smith Jones appears on the stage dressed to compete in his trademark all whites under the banner of Premium Championship Wrestling for the one year anniversary of his PCW debut. He stands on the stage and looks out over the crowd and thinks about all the fun times they’ve had together. One might imagine a kitschy montage of video clips of old ladies and kids booing the heck out of Smith over the past year. Jones starts to smile a crooked smile as he uses his index finger to draw an X across his chest before he strides confidently down to ringside. He mounts the ring steps and wipes his feet on the apron before he takes centre and stands next to Mya. She stares daggers into him while he smiles away.Smith: Mya, Mya, Mya. I know you would probably rather be face to face with Brytain Montgomery right now. You wanna shake her hand? You wanna put the past behind you? Such soft, sweet words for the Broadcast Champion and yet no love for me? You still sore that I chose the ashes over you?? Listen, honey. I don’t see how you can support Brytain if you can’t even support yourself. Take those crutches to the announce table and sit the fuck down. You can’t fight me right now, so just go. I’m about to work the most important match of my career. Run along. It’s showtime. Mya uses her crutches to go to the ropes and exit out. Mya goes and sits down putting on a headset with an angry look on her face aimed at Jones. Smith stands in the centre of the ring.Smith Jones: The following contest is the Cage of Death Match and it is for the PCW Broadcast Championship!!!!!!!!!!! Introducing first, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada, weighing in at 229 pounds, I’m still sending out change of address cards for my permanent new residence inside my opponent’s head. I’m the next, the last, the eternal PCW Broadcast Champion. I’m ready for you to doubt me while I prove you wrong again. I’m going to miss this place more than you may think, but I’m not ready to stop being the mean mean man. I’m ready to face this fucking cage. I’m Smith Jones and I’m right here. Who’s up for some monster stew? He drops the microphone and stretches up for the painful experience ahead. Brytain tilts her head, looking at Smith as a slow, sinister smirk spreads over her face. The cage door slams shut with a clang and the heavy chain and padlock are snapped into place, effectively locking the two prisoners in their torture chamber. Now that the lock is in place, the cage is now "live", so to speak. Anyone who touches those electrified steel walls will suffer for it.*DING! DING! DING!*DM: Well here we go! A first of its kind here in PCW! An Electrified Steel Cage Match! SS: Wish we had some popcorn! Mya: I agree! DM: Welcome to the table Mya! Mya: It's nice to be here although I am only here to watch Smithy suffer... badly!Smith hesitates, looking around the cage with something like both awe and trepidation on his face. He's out of his element and they both know it. Hardcore wrestling is something that he's not familiar with and he sees the cage walls as something to be avoided, something to be feared. He doesn't understand how to use the very cage itself as a weapon against his opponent. But Brytain Montgomery does and she seizes his hesitation to deliver a nasty spear that knocks the both of them back into one of the cage walls. Smith hits the electrified steel back first and a silent scream of agony contorts his face. Brytain immediately stumbles back, having shocked herself slightly in the process.DM: This is not for the faint of heart! This is going to be a war and it's going to be bloody! SS: FUCK YES! I'M EXCITED! Can I get a woot woot? DM: How about you go fuck yourself instead? SS: You don't have to be so mean! DM: Quit being fucking lame then! Climbing to her feet, she delivers a series of stomps to Smith's midsection, each one driving him back into the steel for another shock. Finally, Smith desperately seizes on to her ankle, the one that never had a chance to heal after all the damage he and Mya Denton had heaped on her in the past month, and gave it a hard twist. Brytain went down to the canvas, kicking at Smith with her other foot as she struggled to get herself out of his grasp. Smith holds on tightly and flips Brytain over onto her belly, locking her into The System, a half crab submission. Brytain writhes in pain as Smith torques that already injured ankle. It doesn't matter if she taps out, there are no referees and you can't win the match by submission. It doesn't matter if she makes it to the ring ropes, because there are none and no one to force Smith to break the hold anyway.DM: As has been the theme all night long, there are no rules! SS: It's total Anarchy! Hey that's the name of our pay-per-view! Mya: Really? You just now figured that out? DM: He's a moron, Mya! Don't pay any mind to him! Brytain lashes out, using her free leg to kick at Smith but he still doesn't let go. She kicks him again and this time, she's able to break the hold. Brytain quickly flips over onto her back just as Smith advances on her again but this time, she's prepared. Using both feet, she kicks him square in the chest, forcing him back against the steel walls of the cage again and holding him there as his face contorts with silent pain and he twitches dramatically from the electricity coursing through him. Letting Smith drop to the ground, finally, Brytain takes a moment to catch her breath before she drags him up to his feet again, hitting him with a brutal sideways double knee backbreaker. Smith isn't the only one at a disadvantage though, inside of the cage. Most of Brytain's arsenal are high flying moves that she can't use when there are no ring ropes to fly from. It's clear to the audience right away that this isn't going to be a match with solid, wrestling moves and fancy technique. No, there's no way to use any of that inside of the cage. It was going to be a brawl. A match between two gladiators, locked in the lion's pit, and desperately trying to kill the other before they can be killed.DM: With the way things are going right now, I can't envision either one of them to walk out in one piece! SS: That ain't gonna happen! These two have the drive and determination to kill one another! I'm not even sure it's entirely about the title! Mya: For Smith, it's all about the title! He mentions that damn thing over and over again! SS: You need a man who will pay attention to you! DM: [rolls eyes] Ugh! Brytain walks with slight limp over to one of the panes of glass propped up in a corner of the cage. She grabs it and drags it back over to lay flat against the prone Smith Jones before she gets a running start, kicking off one of the cage walls to execute a moonsault onto the glass and onto Smith! The glass shatters upon impact, small shards piercing the skin of both opponents. Smith howls in pain but so does Brytain as she rolls away from him and through the shattered pieces of glass to slowly struggle to her feet. Smith is trying to do to the same, looking around for something to help him pull himself to his feet but the only thing within arms length is the cage walls and he recoils. As he sits up, Brytain executes a running dropkick to the back of his head and Smith hits the mat once more. His white shirt is riddled with tiny nicks and cuts from the glass that had been crushed over his body and blood blooms like small red flowers on the white fabric. Brytain is on her feet again, staggering back to grab another pane of glass, placing it over Smith again before she executes yet another moonsault with the help of the cage wall, the sole of her boot protecting her from the electricity.
Once again, the glass shatters around them, Smith Jones taking the most of the damage from the broken glass. He rolls onto his side, trying to escape the onslaught but it's no use, all he's doing is rolling around in more broken glass that cuts at his skin. Brytain climbs to her feet, but she's not escaped the damage that the glass has done. Her arms and neck are littered with tiny cuts that begin to bleed. Circling the cage, pacing it, Brytain takes stock of her inventory. Smith was in the Devil's playground now. She grabbed a few of the small bags of tacks and scattered them. Thousands of thumbtacks now littered the ground and she grinned when she noticed a steel chair propped up in the corner. Grabbing it, she turned around, obviously fully prepared to smash Smith over the head with it but Smith had somehow struggled back to his feet. He delivered a brutal dropkick to the chair, smashing it into Brytain's face and sending her reeling back against the electrified steel of the cage wall. Screaming in pain, she slumped down to the mat, struggling to escape the shocks that the cage was delivering to her body. Smith had hit the canvas hard after the dropkick and now, dozens of shiny gold thumbtacks were embedded in the skin of his side and arm. Howling in pain, Smith's eyes widen in shock and surprise and he struggles to pull the tiny bits of metal from his flesh.DM: Jesus Christ! Smith has thumbtacks embedded into his skin! Oh the agony! SS: Come on Smith! Tough it out and bring the Broadcast title back to your possession! Mya: Brytain, we've had our differences, but please beat Smith! And smack the shit out of Shannon as well! DM: He gets smacked enough as is, but I'm okay with that! Climbing to his feet, he grabs Brytain by the hair and drags her back to the center of the ring, hitting her with several closed fist punches to the face before he finally approaches the weapons in the corner's of the cage. Grabbing the backs of thumbtacks that Brytain hadn't already sprinkled all over the ring, he began liberally throwing them into the center of the ring before he approached her again. Kicking her in the midsection he lifted her up and hit her with a brutal powerbomb, back first onto the bed of tacks that he'd created. Screaming, Brytain's body arches up from the tacks but the damage is done and they're embeded into her skin. Smith grabs her by the car again, dragging her to her feet and hitting with yet another powerbomb down onto the tacks, which are now sticky and wet with her blood. Not done just yet, Smith crouches down, planting a knee on Brytain's cheek and forcing her face into the tacks, grinding her face against the sharp pieces of metal. Smith stands up, admiring his handy work before he turns back around to face the cage wall. Tentatively, he reaches out to grab it, ready to pull himself out of the cage but before he can, Brytain hits him from behind with another spear, driving him face first into the cage. Whipping him around, Brytain uses one boot, planted just under Smith's chin and crushing his throat to hold him against the electrified metal. Smith's body twitches and convulses and the air has been knocked out of him, he can't even scream in pain though his mouth opens and closes uselessly.DM: DAMN! Smith Jones is in a world of hurt! His throat has been crushed! SS: Brytain's a straight up monster! She wants to kill Smith Jones and remain Broadcast Champion! Mya: Damn right she does and she's going to win too! Least I hope she does! Letting Smith slump to the ground, Brytain slowly limps over to the stockpile of weapons again, grabbing two of the folding chairs and setting them across from each other. She lays a pane of glass across the chairs, effectively creating a glass table. But she's not satisfied. While Smith catches his breath over in one of the corners, she methodically piles the makeshift table high with every pane of unbroken glass in the ring. As Smith drags himself to his feet, Brytain grabs the back of his head and propels him towards the makeshift table where she bulldogs him into it. Smith crashes through the eleven pieces of glass, face first. Screaming, he reels back but does nothing more than drag himself through broken glass. Smith's face is hardly distinguishable behind the mask of blood pouring from the dozens of cuts and soaking through his once white t-shirt. Montgomery hardly hesitates as she launches herself at the cage wall. After a moment of hesitation as the electricity courses through her, her body spasming with it's current, she begins to climb. She climbs as quickly as she can, trying to use her hands as little as possible so that she's not touching the electrified steel with any exposed skin. Rising to her feet, Smith lets out an angry growl when he sees her, halfway up the cage wall, and immediately begins climbing himself, faltering only slightly when the current hits him. He quickly catches up with her and the two of them hang off of the cage, exchanging right and handed blows. Smith attempts to kick her down off of the cage but Brytain holds on for dear life. As they both near the top of the cage, Brytain swings herself over, grabbing onto Smith instead of the cage and avoiding electrocution. She clings onto him with her legs wrapped around his waist as she drives his face into the electrified steel over and over again. To his credit, Smith attempts to keep climbing, filled with nothing more than a blind need to escape the pain and thus the cage.DM: Both are scaling the cage! Who's going to make it out? Mya: If Smith doesn't fall, I'm going to be disappointed! SS: Say, since you're now single... Mya: Not interested fat man! SS: ... As they reach the top, Brytain drives Smith's face into the steel one more time before she reaches up, grabbing several of the strands of razorwire coiled around the top of the cage. She wraps them around Smith's neck as tightly as she can manage, the sharp razorwire biting into her palms and making them lick with blood. Then she uses the cage to give her the momentum she needs to deliver a brutal knee to the gut. Brytain tries to keep climbing but the blood seeping out of her hands makes the electricity all the more painful and her hands too slippery to hold on. With a scream she slips from the cage and falls face first into the mess of tacks and broken glass littering the canvas below. Smith Jones is hanging from the side of the cage, his fingers desperately clawing at the razorwire wrapped around his throat like a hangman's noose. The blood is soaking the front of his white shirt now, making a pool on the canvas below him. Smith sags, going limp as he hangs uselessly from the barbed wire, his face pale and drawn in pain. Brytain slowly gets to her feet, her body sliced open and bleeding, imbedded with dozens upon dozens of the tacks. Slowly, she begins to climb again, ignoring Smith. But as she gets close to him again, he lashes out with a brutal kick to the face, that sends her crashing back down the electrified steel and into the broken glass and tacks once again.DM: BRYTAIN GOES DOWN AGAIN! SHE'S A BLOODY MESS TAINT! SS: Both of them are really! I'm glad I'M not in this match! DM: You wouldn't last three minutes let alone three seconds! Mya: These two are putting it on the line and it's all for the Broadcast Championship! Screaming in agony, Brytain looks up just in time to see Smith finally able to uncoil the barbed wire from around his neck but the damage has been done. He drops down to the mat, all of his energy spent, and blood gushing from that deep gash around his throat. The skin is jagged and torn and he's losing a lot of blood which is making him weak. Brytain drags herself to her feet, using a last burst of energy to try for one more vaulting moonsault off of the cage but as she comes down to land, Smith Jones suddenly shoves his arm forward with the very last of his energy. In his hand, is one single piece of the glass that didn't shatter into a fine, painful grit. He wields it like a jagged dagger and Brytain sees it but can't stop herself, she's already mid air.DM: JESUS CHRIST ON A POGO STICK! Smith Jones just daggered Brytain Montgomery in the mid-section with a piece of glass! SS: The blood is spillin'! And we ain't even done with this show yet! Holy shit this is a barn burner! She comes down hard on the glass, driving it into her stomach, just above her hip. The scream of pain and fear and agony that rips out of her throat is nearly feral in it's intensity as she stumbles to her feet in shock, her fingers slick with blood as she finds the piece of glass jutting from her body. How much more blood can either of them lose? Brytain comes crashing to her knees just as Smith is able to slowly get to his feet, wavering and unsteady as he loses still more blood. Through the mask of blood and haze of pain, he slowly and imperceptibly nods at Mya Denton who stands suddenly from the announce table. She grabs her glass of water and "accidentally" spills it over the control box, providing the electricity for the cage. Sparks fly and a moment later, the slight hum coming from the electrified steel stops.DM: THERE'S THE ELECTRICITY! AND I MEAN THAT IN THE LITERAL SENSE! SS: Sparks are gonna be flying, that's for damn sure! DM: We thought Mya Denton was pulling for Brytain, but she helped Smith put this one back in his favor! SS: She's cray cray! I like that about her! Apart from her nicely shaped ass that is! Smith manages a weak grin as he begins the slow work of climbing out of the cage before he stops, turning to look back at his opponent once more. Brytain is slowly pulling that jagged piece of glass out of her stomach, her bloody hands clasping over the gaping wound that is pouring blood with an intensity as though she's trying to keep the blood inside of her. Smith slowly drops down to his feet again, stumbling over to Montgomery and delivering several hard right hand punches to the face before he lifts her up over his shoulders. He struggles under her weight but somehow manages to slowly begin the climb again with Montgomery draped over his shoulders. Anyone who thought that Smith's intentions may have been something even close to resembling honorable, in carrying his opponent out of their own personal hell, realizes how wrong they are when Smith reaches the top of the cage. Balancing precariously, it's obvious that he intends to throw Brytain through the barbed wire netting before climbing down out of the cage himself. Suddenly, Brytain lashes out with an elbow to the temple and Smith sways, clutching desperately at the cage, the razor wire coiled around the top ripping into his body. He tries to throw Brytain off of him but instead of falling she manages to grab onto the cage with bloody hands. Slowly, both competitors pull themselves to their feet, both of them swaying precariously balanced on the top of the cage. They trade a few weak right and left handed punches, both of them exhausted and pale from blood loss. The canvas was a mess of tacks, glass and of course, the blood of both competitors, so thick that it formed pools in some places. Brytain changes her tactic, switching from punches to throat thrusts. Right into the jagged, torn open mess that is Smith's throat. He howls in pain and staggers, losing his footing before he crashes down back first through the barbed wire spider netting.DM: GOOD FUCKING GOD! I'D BE SURPRISED IF HE'S STILL ALIVE AFTER THAT! SS: Oh damn! This doesn't look good! This doesn't look good at all! He hits the floor, more or less unconscious. Brytain stares down at him for a moment and a slow, smirk spreads across her cut, bloody face. She weakly turns around, takes a deep breath and then... THRILLKILLER! She launches herself off of the cage, her body twisting in mid air in as she crashes down through the barbed wire spider net to hit Smith Jones with a Thrillkiller from the top of the cage. The both of them lie there, tangled up in the spider netting which digs into their flesh, as though they had any more blood to give. A silence falls over the crowd as they stare at the two unmoving competitors. For a moment... no one is sure who won. The rules of the cage are forgotten in the tumult of watching two people attempt to kill themselves and each other inside of the Cage of Death.Finally... the ring announcer steps forward.Jimmy Wilkes: ...Here is your winner... and NEW BROADCAST CHAMPION... Smith Jones! The crowd is almost riotous in shock. How could Smith possibly have won that match? He was thrown from the top of the cage and then decimated by Brytain Montgomery with that Thrillkiller. But... the rules of the Cage of Death are almost deceptively simple for all that happens inside of the cage is anything but. Whoever touches the ground first, is the winner. No matter how they get to the ground. Smith Jones is now the last PCW Broadcast Champion.DM: We... have a new Broadcast Champion ladies and gentlemen and it's once more in the hands of Smith Jones! Smith Jones does not move a muscle. He can't. Brytain is in a similar state. They both don't move for several minutes. They both refuse medical attention, at least out here in public. They both lie motionless and listen to the crowd still chanting. Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Months of torture and hate thrown back and forth between these two unstable fighters. Attacks, advances, kidnapping, violence, hospitalizations, blood loss, flirtation, rejection, obsession, crowbars, steel pipes, brass knucks, hooded assailants, poison gas, lighter fluid, mind games, and did somebody say handcuffs? And now that it is all said and done, these two have immortalized themselves by stealing a healthy portion of the spotlight on this hot pay-per-view for PCW. Jones smiles through the anguish.SS: YES!!! AMAZING!!! He did it!!! What an insane battle!!!!! Both of these competitors gave EVERYTHING in this one. It could have gone either way. But on this night, the man who will carry the Broadcast Championship into eternity is Smith Jones!!!! DM: An absolutely heartbreaking loss for Brytain Montgomery. Second longest Broadcast Title reign in PCW history behind Danielle Lopez. One of the most notable champions in recent PCW history. Brytain Montgomery has nothing to be ashamed of tonight. A well-respected and highly watched young woman who, on this night, was bested by both members of S&M. Smith just couldn’t do it by himself, could he? SS: They didn’t break any rules tonight, Desiree. It was all legal!!! New champion!!!! Mya brings the newly designed Broadcast Championship belt over to Smith who is leaning against the retaining wall, sucking wind and bleeding all over the place. Mya helps Jones to his feet and hands him the belt. He raises his arms in celebration, finally holding the title he’s been wanting for months and months. They both stand in front of the booing crowd. Smith’s smile is ten miles wide even with the intense pain of the bloody battle behind him. Suddenly, Mya hits Smith square in the nuts!!!!SS: What the… DM: A woman scorned, Taint. Smith is on the ground clutching his junk as Mya stands over him. She picks up the belt and looks at herself in it, adjusting her hair. She starts to walk away with the title, but then turns around and drops it in front of Smith.Mya: How dare you choose those ashes over me!!!! Did you really think I wasn’t going to get my revenge on you, Smithy? You humiliated me. You talked shit about me. The only reason I helped you win tonight is so I could ruin your very last celebration! The last thing PCW will remember of Smith Jones is that you got kicked in the balls by MYA DENTON!!!! Have a nice life, asshole. Fuck you!!!!! Mya wipes her feet on the ringside mats and kicks dust in Smith’s face. She skips up the entrance ramp with an evil smile.DM: Mya Denton got the last laugh! She essentially cost Brytain the title, but she kicked Smith Jones in the nuts and skips away! SS: Damn! Note to self: DO NOT piss Mya Denton off! Don't scorn her if you ever plan on being her lover! DM: You have no chance in hell fatty! NO CHANCE! SS: Eh! DM: While we get this cleaned up! Coming up next, we have Curtis Wilkes versus Jerry Matthews in... a Barbed Wire Sacrifice Match! SS: It's going to be fucking crazy and shit! A lot of blood and two good competitors going at it! DM: I wonder who you're rooting for! SS: Curtis! All day! DM: I figured! Jimmy, let's get the introductions underway! Cut to the ring.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Oct 12, 2013 21:37:04 GMT -5
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is a BARBED WIRE SACRIFICE MATCH!
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!
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!*
DM: And this championship match up is underway. Matthews and Wilkes lock up in the middle of the ring. Neither man get an advantage and go back to the middle of the ring. They lock up again, and Wilkes gets the upperhand with a Snapmare takedown. He turns it into a side headlock, but Matthews kips up to his feet, shoves Wilkes off of him and the two competitors stare at each other.
SS: Everybody expected this to be an even match up and so far it has been nothing short of it. Both competitors have faced off numerous times before, with championships on the line.
DM: They lock up in the middle of the ring for a third time, this time, Matthews gains the upperhand with a quick arm drag. Wilkes gets back to his feet and runs up to Matthews, but Matthews catches him with a sweet looking dropkick.
SS: Come on, Curtis. Beat the damn evangelist.
DM: You are an imbecile, Taint. Matthews stepping on to the apron. Wilkes gets back to his feet, holding his jaw. Matthews leaps up on the center of the ropes and flies in the air... Springboard Clothesline! Matthews knocks Wilkes down to the mat and has the momentum in his favor.
SS: And he's not done yet. Matthews's taking his offense to the ground by locking Wilkes in a Sleeper hold. Wilkes gets back to his feet and gets behind Matthews... Back Suplex! NO! Matthews lands on his feet and dropkicks Wilkes to the turnbuckle. Matthews runs up to Wilkes... Clothesline! NO! Wilkes moves out of the way and Matthews goes chest first into the turnbuckle.
DM: Wilkes goes out of the ring and grabs both of Matthews's feet... OUCH! Wilkes pulled Matthews forward and Matthews went balls first into the metal part of the turnbuckle.
SS: Even if he wanted kids, that may lessen his chances of having any. Of course, he has to have sex with a woman for that to happen.
DM: I don't see you screwing any women, so shut the fuck up, fatty.
Wilkes grabs Matthews's left leg, wrenches back on it and slams it into the ring post. Wilkes raises his arms in the air and the crowd gives off a mixed reaction. Wilkes goes underneath the apron to look for some weapons to play with. He slides out weapons such as a lead pipe, a steel chair, a kendo stick, a trash can, a table, some barbed wire and lighter fluid. He slides all of them into the ring, but he goes back under the apron and pulls out a ladder. He slides it into the ring and goes in as well. Wilkes gets Matthews up to his feet and hooks him in position... Snap Suplex! Wilkes immediately gets on top of Matthews and hooks the leg while the referee counts the fall.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
KICKOUT!!!!
DM: Perhaps too soon for Wilkes to get the win.
Wilkes lifts Matthews up by the tights and gets him to his feet. Wilkes levels Matthews with a right, and a left, and a right, and a left, and a right, and a left. Six straight punches and Matthews is reeling back to the ropes. Wilkes runs up to Matthews, full speed... Clothesline! NO! Matthews found enough strength and back body drops Wilkes over the ropes, but his left leg is still bothering him. Matthews leaps over the ropes and hits Wilkes with a Suicide Plancha. The crowd starts up a "HOLY SHIT" chant at the carnage that has occurred as both Matthews and Wilkes are down on the mat.
DM: Matthews executed that high risk maneuver from out of nowhere and Wilkes paid for it. And this crowd is on their feet. It's not a shock at how much damage these two are dishing out. They are among the best that PCW has to offer.
SS: Sadly, I will agree with you on that one, Desiree.
Matthews manages to pull himself to his feet, as does Wilkes. Matthews goes to throw a right hand, but Wilkes ducks it and turns it into a Neckbreaker drop. Wilkes takes a moment to collect himself while Matthews is still down on the ground. Wilkes gets Matthews back to his feet, and executed an Irish Whip on Matthews, who flies head first into the ring post. Wilkes walks over to Matthews, lifts him up and slams his head down on the guard rail. Wilkes follows that up by kicking Matthews in the ribs and the crowd is continuing to give him a mixed reaction. Wilkes gets Matthews to his feet, rolls him back in the ring and goes for another pinfall...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: Matthews kicks out again and Wilkes can't believe it!
SS: Come on, Wilkes. Put him the fuck away!
DM: Uh, he still has a chance you know.
Wilkes pulls Matthews up and whips him to the ropes... Matthews back on the rebound, and leapfrogs Wilkes. Wilkes turns around and catches a Dropsault right on the button. Matthews is not done though, he gets Wilkes up to his knees. A left kick from Matthews... a right kick from Matthews... a left kick... a right kick... a left kick... a right kick. Matthews steps back a bit and catches Wilkes with a Buzzsaw kick to the temple. Matthews steps out onto the apron and climbs the top rope. He leaps off backwards... Moonsault! Matthews connects a Moonsault onto Wilkes and immediately has the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
SS: It's gonna take a bit more to put a man like Curtis Wilkes down.
DM: Right you are, but never count the champ out. He has always found a way to put opponents down, no matter how much damage they inflict on him.
Matthews seeing a great opportunity that is in front of him, grabs a steel chair that was thrown in the ring earlier. Matthews approaches Wilkes and... THWACK! A wicked chair shot right to Wilkes's back. Matthews waits for Wilkes to get to his feet. As he does, Matthews sets the chair down in the ring, kicks Wilkes in the gut and tucks him underneath his arm as he thinks of going for it...
DM: INVERTED DOUBLE ARM DDT ON THE CHAIR!!! Where in the hell have we seen this move before? Cover by Matthews!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: This time Wilkes kicks out as the referee was counting to three. Matthews gets Wilkes up to his feet, kicks him in the gut and hooks him in position... Snap Suplex! Matthews is just taking the fight to Wilkes.
SS: No shit! Lives are on the line and Matthews could possibly be history.
DM: You have no qualifications to judge who wins and loses. You ain't done shit.
SS: You watch your tone or I will send your ass back to Jacksonville in nothing but a box.
DM: That must explain why you went to that gay bar Shannon.
SS: NO!!! It's a lie. I mean...
DM: Somebody must have hit a nerve and rightfully so because you are a shitty human being, Shannon. Matthews grabs the ladder and drags Wilkes on top of the ladder. He steps out on to the apron and goes to the top rope. What could he possibly do up there?
SS: Knowing him. Just about anything. Matthews leaps off the turnbuckle... SHOOTING STAR PRESS!!! NO!!! Wilkes moved at the last second and Matthews crashes ribs first to the ladder.
DM: That has got to hurt and it gives Wilkes the time to recuperate. Wilkes using the ropes to get himself up. He grabs the steel chair from earlier and limps over to Matthews. He raises it up and... THWACK! Wilkes cracked Matthews in the back with the steel chair. He raises the chair up and smashes it right into Matthews's back once more. This is like a human demolition derby up in here. It's some intense shit.
SS: And the best part of it all is that it's all legal.
DM: Thank you captain obvious. Wilkes wrapping the barbed wire around his fist and starts punching Matthews in the forehead with it, and the champ is busted open as the blood is flowing from his forehead. Wilkes is definitely taking charge in this match. He unwraps the barbed wire from his fist and now wraps it around Matthews's neck. I can't watch...
SS: You're telling me. Wilkes is choking the shit out of Mary with the barbed wire. I guess the saying holds true, Wilkes is crazier than a shit house rat.
DM: For once, i'm going to agree with you. Wilkes releases the choke, grabs a steel chair, folds it out and places Matthews's head inside. Wilkes steps out onto the apron and on the ropes. He looks at the fans who are giving him a mixed reaction. Wilkes leaps off... FROGSPLASH!!! NO!!! The mystery figure is grabbing his leg!
SS: Wait a minute... is that manicure on the hands!?
DM: It certainly seems like it!
SS: What kind of sick freak could wear manicure like that?
DM: Not important right now! Matthews slowly gets to his feet, but not before grabbing the chair. Matthews walks to Wilkes and cracks him in the back with the chair. He turns Wilkes over on his back and places the chair on him before getting to the top rope. Matthews backflips off... MOONSAULT!!! Matthews hit Wilkes with a Moonsault while the chair was draped on him, but this had to have taken Matthews out a bit.
SS: No doubt about that. From missing that Shooting Star Press earlier on. You have to know that his ribs are killing him right now. That's what he gets for taking a stupid risk.
DM: And you're taking a stupid risk by eating loads and loads of cheeseburgers and talking out of your ass.
SS: Why are you so mean to me, Desiree? I didn't do anything wrong to you?
DM: Shut the fuck up already! Both men are down in the middle of the ring. The referee is counting to see whether both men gets to their feet or not.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!
SIX!!!!
SEVEN!!!!
EIGHT!!!!
NINE!!!!
TE---NO!!!!
Both Matthews and Wilkes get to their feet just moments before the referee makes the ten count.
SS: Unbelievable! Both men just barely get to their feet before the referee's ten count.
DM: Yeah, but what does that say about the will power of these two athletes? Wilkes and Matthews wasting little time as they throw jabs at each other. Matthews lands a left... Wilkes with a right...another right... Matthews with a left... another left... and another left... Wilkes goes for a right... NO! Matthews ducks it and hits Wilkes with a left... a right... a left... a right... a left. He has Wilkes reeling here. Matthews bounces off the ropes and runs towards Wilkes... Clothesline! Wilkes gets back up, but is met with another clothesline from Matthews.
SS: He has this one back in control, but can he keep it up?
DM: We'll find that out soon enough. Matthews grabs Wilkes by the hair and raises him to his feet. Matthews whips himself off the ropes and lunges at Wilkes... HURRICANRANA! What a wicked Hurricanrana by the Evangelist. He's not done yet. He steps out on the apron. Wilkes is up and Matthews leaps off the center of the ropes... SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY! WOW! What elevation by that.
SS: And we have a pin...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
NO!!!! KICKOUT!!!!
DM: Holy shit! That one was nearly over and luckily for Curtis, he kicked out.
SS: And for me too. I have a lot riding on this match. In fact, I bet ten grand on Wilkes to win.
DM: Matthews getting Wilkes back to his feet. Wilkes is standing there, very groggy. Matthews smiles and raises his fist in the air. Matthews's going for it... HOLY VENDETTA!!! Matthews hit Wilkes with the running powerslam!
SS: But does he have enough for the victory? COME ON CURTIS!
DM: Well he has his arm draped on Wilkes's body, and that means a cover. The referee is going down to count it. This could be it...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
NO!!!! KICKOUT!!!!
SS: Thank fucking god! My heart was racing. Oh my god that was extremely close.
DM: No shit! And judging from what i'm seeing, Wilkes is bleeding from his nose after all the punishment he's suffered!
The blood is flowing freely from the nose, but as we have seen in the past, this motivates Wilkes to go to a whole different level. Matthews gets Wilkes up to his feet. He goes on the second rope and backflips off it... SPRINGBOARD MOONSAULT!!! NO!!! Wilkes moved out of the way, causing Matthews to land on his feet. Matthews runs up towards Wilkes, but is kicked in the gut. Wilkes tucks Matthews's head underneath his arm and goes for it... THE DOWNWARD SPIRAL!!! Wilkes hit it and Matthews goes head first to the mat.
SS: Thank god! He may have it. Count the fucking fall ref.
DM: He's doing just that. Fucking fat ass.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
NO!!!! KICKOUT!!!!
DM: The champ just barely kicked out, but you have to wonder. Would he have still been alive if it was a healthy Wilkes who hit that DDT?
SS: Are you kidding me? This referee is stupid as shit. Count faster mother fucker. God dammit.
DM: You really are a piece of shit, aren't you? Wilkes getting back to his feet, as is Matthews with the assistance of the ropes. Both go towards each other. Wilkes with a few lefts to the face, Matthews counters back with a few martial arts kicks to the chest. Wilkes bounces off the ropes and runs towards Matthews... BIG BOOT! NO! Matthews ducked it. Wilkes comes back off the rebound... Matthews with a sweet Scoop Slam on Wilkes.
SS: How the hell did he do that?
DM: He's strong AND agile. He has the ability to pull something out of nothing. Just watch what he does and you will find out what he is all about. Matthews and Wilkes back up with blood trickling down their faces. Matthews with a right jab to Wilkes's nose, and another, and another. Matthews goes for another one...
SS: Negative! Wilkes grabs the arm and locks it in... CROSSFACE!!! Wilkes has it locked it.
DM: Not for long he doesn't. Matthews reverses it into a school boy. He may have him...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: So close, yet not enough to put him down.
SS: Come on, Wilkes. You can do it.
DM: Matthews is up to his feet.
SS: And so is Wilkes.
DM: Okay... Matthews and Wilkes go for a lock up... NO! Wilkes fakes him out. Wilkes kicks Matthews in the gut and has him in position... BRAINBUSTER!!!
SS: That has to be it.
DM: Negative! Wilkes stepping out on the apron and slowly goes to the top rope as the pain that he has taken is wearing him down. He dives off...!!! NO!!! LOW BLOW BY THE MYSTERY FIGURE!!!
SS: GOD DAMMIT!!! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!!!
DM: WILKES SLUMPS DOWN IN PAIN! THE MYSTERY FIGURE MIGHT HAVE COST HIM THE MATCH! Matthews back to his feet. He has Wilkes set in his sights... SAVIOR'S WRATH!!! SAVIOR'S WRATH!!! SAVIOR'S WRATH!!!HE NAILED IT!!!
SS: GOD FUCKING DAMNIT TO THE GODDAMN HELL!
DM: COVER BY THE EVANGELIST!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
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THREE!!!!
SS: SON OF A FUCKING BITCH!!!
*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, Deacon Jeremiah and the Mystery Figure all stand over Curtis' beaten body.
DM: Curtis Wilkes lost the match, although by questionable tactics!
SS: Damn right! That was bullshit! Completely uncalled for!
DM: You do realize it was technically legal, right?
SS: Don't you sass me!
DM: Oh yeah! Because I'm sooooo scared of you, Taint!
The Mystery Figure and Deacon Jeremiah drag Curtis out of the ring and Matthews follows suit with a smirk on his face. Curtis is barely conscious at this point and the crowd is hating every bit of this.
SS: This is disgusting! I can't watch!
DM: Then turn away dumbass!
The Mystery Figure and Deacon Jeremiah hold Curtis there and Matthews smacks Curtis in the face. Curtis tries to fight back, but the Mystery Figure and the Deacon take him down. They start stomping on him repeatedly until Matthews motions for them to get him up. Matthews gets him up in position... and drops him down with Savior's Wrath on the ground to knock him out. But they're not done as Deacon Jeremiah gets Curtis off the ground and places him in Powerbomb position. He gets him up... and slams him violently onto the barbedwire cross.
DM: Good god! GOOD GOD! CURTIS HAS BEEN DESTROYED!
SS: [sobbing uncontrollably] THIS IS TRAGIC! POOR CURTIS! HE DID NOTHING TO DESERVE THIS!
DM: Get a hold of yourself fatty! It happens, deal with it!
As Curtis is laid out on the cross, Matthews and Deacon begin marveling at the Mystery Figure, who then removes the mask and reveals to be a woman under the get up.
DM: My god! That... that's Felicia, Jerry's ex-wife if I'm not mistaken
SS: Damn! That explains the manicured nails! What the hell is the meaning of this?
DM: I think we're about to find out!
Matthews gets up and grabs a microphone as he stands beside Felicia and Deacon Jeremiah.
Jerry Matthews: What you see before you is an Unholy Trinity. We are going to make an impact here in PCW and we will do it by any means necessary and nobody and I mean NOBODY is safe from our wraths.
The crowd boos loudly.
Jerry Matthews: Boo all you want, but our impact speaks for itself. A PCW Hall of Famer is laying on that cross, crucified. That can happen to anybody. Take note PCW. Take note.
"Long Black Train" hits once more and Felicia, Matthews and Jeremiah all stand together and the crowd boos loudly. They observe their damage and slowly walk to the back. PCW officials and EMT's immediately come out and check on Curtis Wilkes, trying to get him out of the barbed wire.
DM: Jerry Matthews has an Unholy Trinity upon PCW! And Curtis Wilkes was the first victim of that trinity!
SS: It's sad Desiree! Curtis was an innocent bystander, never would do anything wrong! He's a great man!
DM: Oh piss off with that ass kissing! It's pathetic for Christ sake! But up next! The main event of the evening! A brutal match! Syn defending the PCW World Heavyweight Championship against Danielle Lopez!
SS: These two have had a rivalry dating back to Slamathon IV and it's only grown hotter since! I can't wait!
DM: Neither can I! Hell, let's get to the introductions already!
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Oct 12, 2013 21:37:49 GMT -5
The camera pans away from the announcers and into the ring where the Hell in a Cell cage is being lowered down. It takes a moment but it's finally lowered. From there, "Duality" by Slipknot 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 as the PCW World Heavyweight Championship is around his waist. 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 sizeable amount of boos.
DM: The fans here in Minneapolis aren't responding politely to Syn here tonight!
SS: His reception depends on who he's facing! Since moron fans love Danielle Lopez, he's going to get booed!
DM: You're just butthurt the fans dislike you!
SS: Am not!
DM: I call bullshit on that one!
He jumps off and walks around ringside before pausing to remove his trench coat and the title as he hands it to a stage hand. He calmly walks inside of the cell and enters the ring. He walks around the ring like the environment is his home before climbing 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.
WELCOME TO THE WORLD OF LETHALITY!!!
"Still I Rise" by Shadows Fall hits and the crowd cheers loudly. A few second later, Danielle Lopez appears with the hood of her jacket on her head and the Spiked Out Baseball bat in her left hand to even more cheers, but the cheers only get louder as Talia Skye appears beside her. The two of them look at each other, nod and then walk down the ramp. Talia hypes up the crowd as Danielle slowly walks down the ramp. The BFF's stop at the end of the ramp and give a pep talk to each other. Danielle takes off her jacket and hands it to Talia before observing the cell she's about to walk inside of.
DM: And here is Danielle Lopez! Quite arguably the greatest wrestler in the history of PCW! And she confirmed on her Twitter account earlier this week that she's retiring after this match!
SS: I hate this bitch with all my soul, but she's had a phenomenal career and one that won't be duplicated!
Danielle walks inside of the cell, hops on the ring apron and steps in under the bottom rope. She lays the bat down in the corner, points at the crowd before going to the top rope and looks out into the crowd. She hops off the ropes and waits for the match to begin with an intense and focused expression on her face. Jimmy Wilkes is in the center of the ring, ready to announce the competitors of this highly anticpated main event match up.
Jimmy Wilkes: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your MAIN EVENT OF THE EVENING and it is scheduled for ONE FALL! And it is for the PCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!
The crowd unanimously cheers as both Danielle and Syn stand in the ring, staring at one another with a load of intensity in their eyes.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first, the challenger! She is from San Diego, California! She is the longest reigning PCW Broadcast Champion at 240 days, a former PCW Brawl Champion, she was one half of the first and only PCW Women's Tag Team Champions, a former PCW World Heavyweight Champion, and she is a member of the PCW Hall of Fame. She is the leader of Team Lethality... "THE LETHAL LATINA"... DANIELLLLLLLLLLLLE LOPEZ!!!
The crowd cheers loudly.
Jimmy Wilkes: And now the champion! He hails from Parts Unknown! He weighed in this morning at 216 pounds! He is a four time World Champion and the leader of The Disciples of Syn. He is the current reigning and defending PCW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD... "THE MASTER OF SHADOWS"... SYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYNNNNNNN!!!
The crowd gives off a huge array of boos as Syn raises up both of his titles. He hands the titles to the referee. raises it in the air before handing it to the ringside attendant. He goes back to the center of the ring and looks at both Syn and Danielle before the bell to start this one off rings.
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And here we go! Hell in a Cell is officially underway!
SS: Both competitors are inside hell and its not a place to be fully prepared in no matter who you are!
Danielle and Syn stare at one another as the match has began. The crowd inside the Target Center is going insane. The champion and challenger are face to face, nose to nose as they have a stare off. Danielle strikes first with a right and the crowd cheers. Syn gets knocked back a bit, but fires back with one of his own and he gets mostly boos from the Minnesota fans. The two of them start trading blows not long after the match up had begun. They trade punches before they end up in a stalemate, with the crowd easily behind Danielle Lopez. The two of them stare at one another intently inside of the cell.
DM: This has only just begun and it is very intense in that ring right now!
SS: It's Hell in a fucking Cell! It has to be intense, otherwise you might as well just call this match a cuddle with bunnies match!
DM: The fuck is wrong with you, fatty? Why are you imagining cuddling with bunnies? Makes you look like a pussy!
SS: I'M NOT A FUCKING PUSSY!
DM: Calm down, tubby! God damn!
They decide to lock up and Syn gets the upperhand, but Danielle gets behind him... and turns it into a back suplex. Danielle follows up by springing off the ropes... and hitting a running senton to Syn. Danielle gets back to her feet and the crowd cheers loudly. Syn also gets up and the two are in another stalemate.
DM: These two know each other so well! They have fought twice and both matches were damn good ones!
SS: No question about it!
The two get face to face one more before coming to blows again. This time, Syn gets the upperhand with various rights and lefts that sends Danielle back to the ropes. Syn steps back and runs up, and clotheslines Danielle over the top and down to the floor below. Syn rolls out of the ring and looks underneath the ring and he grabs a steel chair and holds it in his hands as he awaits for Danielle to get up. Danielle gets to her feet... and Syn CRACKS her in the back with the chair to take her back down.
DM: Danielle goes down with that wicked shot from the chair!
SS: YES! HIT HER AGAIN!
DM: Shut up, dumbass!
Syn has the chair in his grasp. As Danielle gets to her knees, Syn cracks her in the back again with the chair. Syn has a smirk on his face and the crowd boos him as a result. Syn waits for Danielle to get to her feet. Danielle gets up and Syn swings for her head... but Danielle ducks, and the chair connects to the cell cage. Syn drops the chair and turns around, and gets a forearm to the face by Danielle Lopez. Danielle hits a second shot... and a third... and a fourth.
DM: Dani's feeling it! She's in control right now!
SS: Anything can still happen though!
Syn staggers back and Danielle grabs him by the head... and slams the back of his head against the cell. Danielle grabs Syn's head again... and slams it against the cell once more. Danielle starts slamming the back of Syn's head repeatedly against the cell. Syn lays against the cell and Danielle now hops onto the ring apron. Danielle now runs on the apron and leaps off... and hits Syn with a dropkick right against the cell.
DM: Good god have mercy! Danielle took a risk and laid Syn out with that beautiful running dropkick off the apron!
SS: Son of a bitch! That barbarian is going to kill him again!
DM: She did NOT kill him, you sack of fucking shit! God damn, you're a moron!
SS: Calm down woman! I'm just telling it like it is! Damn!
Danielle gets back to her feet and grabs the chair. She stabs the chair into Syn's gut and he stumbles. Next, she cracks the chair hard against the back of the PCW World Champion. She does it again... and again... and again... and again! That's four crushing shots to Syn's back with the steel chair. Danielle follows this up by grabbing Syn's head... and slams the back of his head against the cell. She does it a few more times before stabbing Syn in the gut with the chair and then smashing it against his back to take him back down.
DM: Danielle is ruthless with that steel chair! She's swingin' for the fences like Hank Aaron back in the day!
SS: She's a barbarian! She's reckless! We all know the god damn taco doesn't have any limits!
DM: Ugh! Quit being racist!
SS: WHAT?! I hate Mexicans and I hate murders! Danielle Lopez is both!
DM: SHE DIDN'T FUCKING KILL HIM ASSHOLE! GOD DAMN! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO FUCKING TELL YOU?!
Danielle now begins to drag Syn across the floor and close to the cell door. She grabs him by the hair and starts slamming him head first into the door. She does it again... and again... and again, and now Syn is busted wide open. Danielle smashes Syn's face against the cell one more time to leave him there. Syn is leaning against the cell door and Danielle starts walking to the other side of the cell. She taps her foot on the floor a few times before beginning to sprint across the floor and goes for the Latina Strike - BUT Syn moves out of the way and Danielle's knees crash on to the cell door. Danielle clutches at her knee for a bit. Syn slowly starts to recover and now lands a few shots to Danielle and smashes her head in against the cell for good measure. Syn now takes a few steps back and once Danielle turns around, he begins to run towards her and drives his shoulder into her mid-section...
DM: SPEAR! MY GOD! SYN JUST SPEARED DANIELLE THROUGH THE CELL DOOR!
SS: YES! THAT WAS AWESOME! THAT... WAS... AWESOME!
DM: The door to the cell has been broken! Danielle has damn near been broken in half and I would reckon Syn has as well!
SS: These two are putting it all on the line in this match up, for different reasons mind you!
DM: This is true! Danielle wants to retire as the champ while Syn wants to excorcise his demons! These two have their wants but only one can come out of it victorious!
SS: Good point!
Syn and Danielle are laid out, with Danielle on the cell door and Syn being down right beside it and the crowd is chanting "Holy shit" at the high impact action they have just witnessed. Syn starts to get up albeit slowly. He gets up but is clearly hurting. During it, Danielle slowly gets up, but Syn keeps the advantage by stomping her back down to the ground. Syn then grabs Danielle by the hair and gets her to the cage. He smashes her head into the cell again... and again... and again... and again for good measure. Danielle falls down and is now busted open.
DM: Good god! Not only is Syn busted open, but so is Danielle!
SS: This is glorious! We're seeing blood! I love it!
DM: This is damn near ugly! This is a human car wreck for god's sake!
Danielle is down and Syn is barely able to stand, but he gathers himself and gets Danielle back up to her feet. He lands a right... and another one... and another one and Danielle is out on her feet. Syn hits one more shot to Danielle before whipping her to the cage... and causing her head to smash in against the cell once more. Danielle bounces off the cage and faces Syn, who leaps up...
DM: Insanity's Edge! Syn with the Leaping Reverse STO to Danielle Lopez!
SS: YES! End her career with a loss!
DM: Shut up, Taint! Syn goes for the cover! The first of this match!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Danielle kicks out at the count of two!
SS: Ah dammit!
DM: This has been brutal and surprising that this was the first cover from either competitor, but it shows just how much they want to beat the hell out of one another!
Syn gets up and looks up at the top of the cell, observing it with a sinister smile on his face. He starts climbing the cell to get to the top, although its a slow climb due to how much damage he has endured so far. He eventually gets to the top of the cell. Meanwhile on the floor, Danielle starts to stir to her feet. She eventually gets up and the blood is pouring down her face. She stumbles around a bit before she starts to scale the cell.
DM: Oh my fucking god! DANIELLE'S CLIMBING THE CELL!
SS: AW YEAH! A nice battle on top of that cell! This is going to be a barn burner!
Danielle continues to climb the cell until she meets Syn at the very top of it. Syn immediately goes to her and starts hitting her with some shots, but Danielle fires back with some of her own. She lands a few more before kicking him in the gut and going for a suplex on the cell... but Syn blocks her from hitting it successfully and instead, hits her with a Pendelum Backbreaker to take her down. Syn also lays there for a moment, but it doesn't last long as he gets up and then gets Danielle back up. He battles her once more with a few shots to graze her. Syn then grabs ahold of Danielle and launches her off of the top of the cell and into the crowd...
DM: OH MY GOD! OH MY FUCKING GOD! DANIELLE JUST FLEW OFF OF THE CELL AND INTO THE CROWD!
SS: Holy shit! She flew like a bird! How awesome!
DM: Danielle is a human being, dammit! No person should be flying that like in this type of dangerous environment!
Danielle is laid out in the crowd and isn't moving at all. The medics immediately come to where she's at and check on her as the crowd in that section moves out of the way to allow Danielle to be checked on.
DM: The medics are indeed checking on Danielle Lopez! We're not sure if she's okay or not, but we will hopefully get an update!
SS: That was incredible, but it was a bad fall with an equally bad landing!
The EMT's get Danielle on a stretcher and begin to move her out of the arena safely while the camera pans back to the top of the cell where Syn is standing there, looking on perplexed. However, the crowd cheers as the camera pans back to the crowd where Danielle Lopez starts to stir and eventually gets off of the stretcher and onto her two feet.
DM: My god! I... I don't believe it! Danielle Lopez is back up! This is incredible!
SS: WHAT THE FUCK?!
Danielle is slowly getting back to the cell area, but not before she picks up a steel chair. She mouths off the words "fuck it" and begins to climb back to the top of the cell to the shock and awe of the Minneapolis crowd. She climbs slowly until her and the chair reach the tippy top of the cell. Syn goes for her, but Danielle hits him in the gut with the chair to bring him back a little bit. Danielle gets to her feet and starts smacking the hell out of Syn with the steel chair.
DM: Dani's feeling it! She's taking it to Syn with the chair ON TOP of the cell!
SS: Come on Syn! Fight back!
Syn is stumbling back and Danielle continues to hit him in the gut with the chair. Syn continues to stumble back and Danielle drops the chair down before trading blows with him, landing a right... and another right... and another right to keep him off of his game. Syn stumbles back so Danielle kicks him in the gut and hooks him in position before dropping him down with Da Xtreme Knockout, and the cell actually gives way completely, causing both Danielle and Syn to go through the top of the cell and down hard into the ring.
DM: GOOD GOD! DANIELLE AND SYN HAVE PRETTY MUCH KILLED EACH OTHER!
SS: That... my god! If they're not dead after this, I'll be amazed!
DM: Syn and Danielle have damn near killed each other! First with Syn sending Danielle flying off the cell and into the crowd... and now, Danielle hitting Syn with James Baker's finishing move that caused the roof of the cell to be broken!
Danielle and Syn are laid out on the mat with Syn propped up against the chair that fell into the ring on impact and Danielle lays there motionless. The referee checks both of them to see if they are okay before yelling for some help. However, nobody comes out. During all of this however, Danielle starts to stir and goes to drag herself towards Syn who's not moving. Somehow, someway, drapes an arm over Syn's body and the referee goes down to count the fall.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: NO! SYN KICKS OUT!
SS: My god! It's like he's not human! I'm fucking amazed they're not dead!
DM: You said that but I share the same sentiment! Most people would be dead after this but not these two!
The crowd is surprised that the match didn't end right then and there. Danielle is crawling to the ropes to try and get herself back up. It takes her a bit, but she's finally back up. She gets out of the ring and starts looking underneath the ring apron. She grabs a table before sliding it into the ring. She also sees the Spiked Out Baseball Bat. She has an evil smirk on her face before grabbing it and sliding it in the ring. Syn slowly starts to stir to his feet. He somehow manages to get to his feet. Syn turns around, but Danielle charges... and hits him in the gut with the Spiked Baseball Bat to cause him to double over. Danielle takes a few steps back and then runs up before charging at Syn...
DM: THE LETHAL CURSE! Somehow, Danielle hit Syn with The Lethal Curse!
SS: GOD DAMMIT!
DM: Dani's got the cover again! Could this be it?
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: OH THAT WAS CLOSE! SO CLOSE!
SS: Thank god he kicked out! I don't want that taco as the champion!
DM: God fucking damn, Taint! We're not in the 1930's ya fat retard! This is 2013, and there should be NO DISCRIMINATION! PERIOD!
The crowd was shocked that Syn kicked out. Danielle grimaces in pain. She gets up and starts stomping on Syn repeatedly to try and keep him down. She gets Syn up to a seated position and starts delivering some kicks to the spine. Danielle then transitions in front of Syn and goes for a Buzzsaw kick... but Syn grabs her leg on arrival, and takes her down with a dragon screw.
SS: YES! Take her down Syn! You can retain this championship belt!
DM: I say it's about even right now! I'm not entirely sure about this! Danielle has done a lot of damage to Syn and vice versa! This could go either way!
Syn manages to make it to his feet and Danielle get back to hers. Syn lands a right to rock Danielle back, but Danielle fires back. Danielle goes for another one, but Syn blocks it and connects with a few shots to throw her off of her game. He lands some more shots to Danielle before kicking her in the gut... and hits her with a suplex. But Syn isn't at 100% so he can't properly capitalize at the moment. He shakes off the cobwebs and rolls out of the ring where he goes underneath the apron and grabs a steel chair. He slides back into the ring and smacks it against the canvas. Danielle slowly gets to her feet and she's wobbly. She turns around and Syn lifts the chair forward and... THWACK! Right to the skull it connects and Danielle goes back down to the canvas.
DM: Syn smacks the chair against Danielle's skull! I'm wondering how much she has left!
SS: She better stay down if she knows what's good for her!
DM: That's not possible fat ass! Danielle has heart, she has drive and she wants to walk out of her final match as the PCW World Heavyweight Champion! This is her passion for christ sake!
SS: Yeah yeah, whatever!
Syn lays the chair down in the middle of the ring before dragging Danielle up. He kicks her in the gut and places her in-between his legs. He lifts her up into position... and DROPS HER DOWN WITH THE PILEDRIVER ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR! Danielle lays there out of it and Syn's also fatigued. He finds a way to crawl to Danielle and drapes his right arm on top of her and referee Jack Payne begins to count the fall.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: She's still in it! Danielle kicks out at two and a half!
SS: FUCK! Count faster dammit! You're paid to be fair!
DM: Quit whining! That's all you ever do! I can't wait until you're gone!
With the blood running down his face, Syn is running on instinct alone. He gets back up and sees the table. He sets it up in the corner before rolling out of the ring. He goes back underneath the ring apron and this time, grabs a black little bag and the steel steps before putting them all into the ring and sliding in afterwards. Syn places the steps beside the table. Meanwhile, Danielle is starting to stir to her feet. Syn takes notice and grabs the chair. Danielle makes it back to her feet, but once more, Syn hits her in the skull with the chair to take her down.
SS: YES! DO IT AGAIN! DO IT AGAIN!
DM: I'm sure you're thrilled! However, I cannot say the same for myself!
Danielle's down and the blood is flowing freely from her head while outside of the cell, her best friend Talia Skye looks on, trying to will Danielle on. Syn stands over her with the chair still in his hands. He starts smacking it against Danielle's back repeatedly. He delivers a shot to the back... and another one... and another one... and another one... and yet another one and each shot is proven to be more grueling than the last. Danielle is in major pain and Syn lays the chair down before getting her back up to a vertical base. He leaves her standing there for a bit, completely out of it, before kicking her in the gut and having her in position before hitting it...
DM: THE KILLING JOKE! SYN JUST HIT DANIELLE WITH THE KILLING JOKE ONTO THE STEEL CHAIR!
SS: YES! HE'S GOING TO RETAIN! I'M FUCKING EXCITED!
DM: Well Syn's not going to waste time in capitalizing! He has the cover! Could this be it?
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THRE---NO!!!!
DM: DANIELLE KICKS OUT! DANIELLE HAS KICKED OUT! MY GOD! SHE IS STILL IN THIS!
SS: Oh shit! This isn't happening! God dammit, this isn't happening!
DM: Yes it is! Dani is still in this match! She still has a fighting chance of regaining the PCW World Title and retiring on top!
Syn is somewhat in disbelief after Danielle kicked out of The Killing Joke onto the steel chair. He slowly gets back to his feet and grabs the steel steps and places it close to the middle of the ring. Then he grabs the table and sets it up on top of the steps before glancing over at the black baggie he brought into the ring. He picks it up and grins all evil like before opening up. His grin grows wider before he pours the items onto the table which are thumbtacks.
DM: Good god have mercy! Those are fucking thumbtacks!
SS: Nobody ever said he was sane and this is all legal!
DM: Of course it is!
Syn quickly gets rid of the baggie before grabbing the chair which is now nearly bent after the damage both Syn and Danielle have done to each other. Syn smacks it against the ground a few times in the hopes that Danielle heard it. Danielle starts to stir for a bit but can't fully get to her feet. Syn's waiting intently. Danielle goes to get up again, with an assist from the ropes. She is now back to a vertical standing and once she turns around, Syn goes to swing for her head with the chair - BUT DANIELLE DUCKS THE SHOT AND SYN MISSES! Once Syn turns back around with the chair in hand, Danielle backflips - AND HITS SYN WITH THE PELE KICK AND THE CHAIR CONNECTED TO HIS SKULL! Syn immediately goes down, but Danielle's also down.
DM: Danielle has an opening! But can she capitalize?
SS: I don't think so! I can't see her capitalizing! She's too worn down!
DM: You never know though! You just never know!
Both competitors are down and Jack Payne just stands there, not exactly wanting this one to end up in a draw so he allows one of them to get back to their feet. That person just so happens to be Danielle Lopez who barely manages to make it back to her feet. Syn also makes it back to his feet and the two rivals go back to trading blows with each other. Syn gets the upperhand and goes for The Killing Joke once more, but Danielle blocks the attempt and starts kicking Syn in the left knee with her foot to break it up. It is done successfully. Syn clutches at his knee but Danielle turns towards him and hits him with a jawbreaker to stun him. Syn is stunned and Danielle is now behind him, waiting for him to turn around. Syn turns around and Danielle goes for the kill and connects...
DM: POTENTIAL BRAIN DAMAGE! DANIELLE WITH POTENTIAL BRAIN DAMAGE TO SYN! AND THE IMPACT OF THAT KICK CAUSES SYN TO GO BACK AND FALL THROUGH THE TABLE FILLED WITH THUMBTACKS!
SS: FUCKING SHIT! YOU'VE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME!
DM: DANIELLE GOES FOR THE COVER! MY GOD! SHE MAY HAVE DONE IT AGAIN!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
SS: KICKOUT SYN! KICKOUT!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
SS: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
DM: YES! DANIELLE IS GOING OUT AS THE PCW WORLD CHAMPION!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner... and the NEEEEEEEW PCW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... "THE LETHAL LATINA"... DANIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELLE LOOOOOOOOOOOPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZ!!!
"Still I Rise" by Shadows Fall hits the PA system and the crowd cheers very loudly at Jimmy Wilkes' announcement. Talia Skye grabs the PCW World Heavyweight Championship and runs inside of the cell and gets into the ring. Danielle Lopez is barely able to get back to her feet. She's soaked in blood. Talia has the title in hand and hands it to her BFF. Danielle looks at her newly won title and a smile forms on her face. Her and Talia embrace in a hug and Talia raises Danielle's arm in the air to even more cheers from the crowd.
DM: This is amazing! Danielle has done again! She is now a two time PCW World Heavyweight Champion! This is awesome!
SS: I hate every minute of this! This sucks!
Syn's laying there on the steps that were underneath the table, with thumbtacks all over him. Danielle and Talia celebrate together and they are soon joined by their fellow Team Lethality teammates. Mariah Lopez and Rachel Robinson, who regained the tag team titles earlier in the night, hug Danielle. Ryan "The Reaper" Robinson, TJ Parks, Aurora Rose, Alexis Knight, Tom Pendergrass, Laurie Young, Israel Steele and Brian Stryker all come out as well and they celebrate with Danielle. Soon Fatality Inc, Nathan and Aaron Warrens of Generation Next and the members of Da Xtreme Regime join in on the celebration, with James Baker hugging Danielle and giving her a kiss before placing her on his shoulders to allow her to display the PCW World Heavyweight Championship high in the air.
DM: This is a great moment! A great moment to send out one of the greatest PCW wrestlers of all time!
SS: I don't like her, but she is one of the all time greats here! Without question!
Everybody is celebrating, but that quickly comes to a hault as "Du Hast" by Rammstein hits the arena and the crowd goes to huge boos.
DM: Oh come the fuck on? What in the green fuck is she doing out here?
SS: She's here to congratulate the champ!
DM: BULLSHIT ON THAT ONE TAINT!
Morgan Simmons appears on the ramp and the crowd boos even more. She has a microphone in her hand and a smirk on her face. She stands there as everybody in the ring stares at her, wondering why she is out here.
Morgan Simmons: Anarchy just wouldn't be right without the appearance of your great General Manager.
The crowd boos very loudly.
Morgan Simmons: Aww, you people are too kind.
Morgan says with a smirk on her face and the crowd is hating every minute of it.
Morgan Simmons: I'm glad the ring is filled with the lot of you morons anyways. For the past five months, I have received nothing but disrespect and the vast majority of it comes from those standing in the ring right this second.
The crowd cheers the many Team Lethality, Fatality Inc and Da Xtreme Regime members who participated in the fun and games on Morgan Simmons.
Morgan Simmons: Such juvenile behavior. I stated you wouldn't get away with any of this, and I'm here to prove that statement right.
Morgan pauses and the crowd boos.
DM: Where the hell is she going with this?
SS: I don't know!
Morgan Simmons: But my payback isn't a simple one in punishing one of you through a gauntlet of matches. Why the fuck would I do that? No, my revenge comes from the ULTIMATE prize that would crush each and every single person here right now.
Everybody in the ring looks at Morgan with perplexed expressions on their faces. Morgan's smile widens as she continues.
Morgan Simmons: I kept wondering what it would be until it hit me just last Saturday night. This would ultimately accomplish everything I have wanted to do. So to exact my revenge. I, Morgan Simmons, hereby announce that Premium Championship Wrestling... is officially... closed down for business.
DM: WHAT THE FUCK?!
SS: Umm... what? Tell me I didn't just hear that! I hope to god that is just a scare tactic!
The crowd boos loudly at that announcement. Everybody in the ring is now pissed off.
Morgan Simmons: Oh yeah. And how did I manage to do that? It's all in the mind. Terrell Ryder in essence, really meant nothing to me. I only used him just to get close to the power and boy, was he dumb enough to fall for my tricks. I used him to get to the top of the company and I forged his signature to sell this company to me, and as I said from the very first day I set into this company. I was going to burn it to the ground... and I sure as hell did. I can proudly say that I... killed... PCW.
The crowd's boos are getting louder, damn near causing riots while in the ring, the wrestlers who came out to celebrate, are understandably pissed off. Danielle herself, isn't happy one bit.
Morgan Simmons: Now you idiots enjoy your time in that ring because it's the very last time we will have a PCW show. Goodbye dummies and good riddance.
Morgan drops the microphone and leaves the stage area and the PCW faithful here in Minneapolis is shocked and saddened. The wrestlers in the ring are feeling the same way, knowing that their company is now over.
DM: I... I don't believe this! How the hell could this have happened?
SS: Damn! You know I usually agree with Morgan Simmons... but this... this isn't right! It's kinda bullshit!
DM: I'm inclined to agree with you for once! We... are now unemployed! I'm... I'm shocked! I don't know what to say!
SS: Neither do I! Fuck, this is terrible!
DM: Ladies and gentlemen, I guess this is the final time we get to do this! For Shannon Saint, I am the voice of PCW Desiree Miles! We were proud to have delivered every show for the last seventeen months! We are very blessed to have been allowed to grace your homes! Hopefully we come back... but I don't even know right now!
SS: Yeah... me neither, Desiree!
The final image of the show is with everybody standing in the ring, surprised as all hell. In the center of it is the new PCW World Heavyweight Champion Danielle Lopez who's barely able to stand but through the blood that's on her face, is an expression of sadness as she won the title, only to have the company she loved be taken away from her. From there, 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 Oct 12, 2013 21:38:44 GMT -5
Credits for the last time. Give a big hand for those who contributed to writing this great final show.
Intro: Me Scars Cup: Reaper Damon vs. Nathan: Nathan Post Match: Nathan Liam segment: Liam Blair/Izzy vs. Alexis/Aurora: Mariano Post Match: Me Luzon vs. Cavanagh: Stryker Danielle Interview: Danielle Izurat vs. DLK: Dennis Mi Pi Sexy vs. The Princesses of Lethality: Reaper Jay vs. Stryker: Reaper Brytain vs. Smith: Allie (Allie and Dennis get credit for the pre-match stuff) Post Match: Dennis Curtis vs. Matthews: Mariano Post Match: Me Syn vs. Danielle: Me Ending: Me
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