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Post by Papi El Sueno on Nov 28, 2019 20:33:21 GMT -5
"Sick of It" by Skillet plays and a tribute video of PCW's greatest moments begins to play. Moments such as the formation of The Elite, Mariano Fernandez winning his first World Championship, Leon Lonewolf winning the PCW World Title, the formation of Generation Xtreme, Syn winning the Struggle for Power Battlefield, Danielle Lopez, Talia Skye and Heather Monroe embracing each other after their main event match at the first Reunion Show, to Brytain Montgomery-Rollins and Smith Jones's never ending feud, as well as Ryan Robinson becoming Platinum Champion among others.
The video comes to an end, we pan to the arena where a sold out crowd of rowdy PCW fans inside of the Rogers Centre has a bunch of signs, supporting such wrestlers as Mariano Fernandez, Reyna Carter, Talia Skye, The Elite, Ryan Robinson and more. Seated at the announce table is the legendary commentating duo of PCW Hall of Famers, Desiree Miles and Shannon Saint.DM: Hello ladies and gentlemen and welcome to PCW's #OneLastDance! The second Reunion Show, and this is the very show where PCW ends once and for all! I'm Desiree Miles alongside the Tainted one himself, Shannon Saint! SS: The Holy Pimp is back on the PCW airwaves baby, and MILF's, Daddy will be coming to ya once this show is over! DM: Ughhh! Please put me out of my fucking misery already! But we have on tap for everybody, four championship matches, two World Titles at that as Reyna Carter defends the WWA World Championship against Mariah Lopez, and Leon Lonewolf defends the Cardinal City Pro World Heavyweight Championship against Mariano Fernandez! SS: Both World Title matches have history! Leon and Mariano's never ventured outside of PCW, but we both have seen Rey and Mariah's history unfold in WWA and it finally comes to a conclusion tonight! DM: The CCP North American Championship and WWA Hardcore Championships are at stake! Damon Warrens defends his title against "Chloe Savage", while for the Hardcore Title, its a battle between Horsewomen stablemates Morgan Simmons and Talia Skye! SS: Well you're more documented with the Morgan and Talia feud as they were rivals beginning in PWW, and are stablemates in WWA today! But the Warrens/Savage feud was mostly a behind the scenes thing and turned ugly real quick in Cardinal City Pro! Both have the potential to be very wicked matches! DM: Also on tap, Smith Jones and Brytain Rollins will compete in a Last Person Standing Match! Adrien Cochrane to go one on one with Draven Logan Kennedy one last time! And Kai will take on Jinzai! SS: For Smitty and Brytain, they just want to kill and maim the fuck out of each other until one literally dies! That's always been their mindset when they face each other! Adrien and Draven have put on some great matches in the past for the Platinum Championship, but I'm curious to see just how far advanced young Jinzai is since his time in the Pride Wrestling Academy all these years ago! DM: We also have Syn against both Yoshiru Long and Curtis Wilkes, Ryan "The Reaper" Robinson to go up against Liam Reilly! And two of the greatest tag teams of all time as Da Xtreme Dynasty faces off against Generation Next! SS: Da Dynasty and Gen-Next had a classic battle for the Tag Team Titles almost a decade ago but it wasn't one-hundred percent definitive! Syn, Yoshiru and Curtis all have history with one another, but I think a member of The Elite will take it! And Reaper and Liam are two strong style competitors to where they can really put on a good match against one another! I'm excited! When's this shit about to begin? DM: Now dingus! We pan to the ring where Jimmy Wilkes is about to announce the competitors of our very first match of the night. Jimmy Wilkes: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall and will be our opening match for PCW Wrestle Extravaganza, #OneLastDance!! Introducing first!! "This Will Be The Day" by Jeff Williams plays and the lights go out in the arena. Nathan and Aaron Warrens walk out on stage in complete darkness. As the words "We Are Lightning" sound throughout the arena a red spotlight with several smaller lights in other colours fall on the brothers. The "Crimson Ghost" Aaron Warrens is standing with his hands pointed like guns over the shoulders of the "Aerial Avenger" Nathan Warrens who is down on one knee with his arms out like wings. The lights come on and the crowd cheers as the legendary team makes their way to the ring. Aaron ignores the crowd while Nathan slaps hands with a few fans. Nathan slides under the ropes as Aaron climbs the apron and turnbuckle. Aaron points his fingers out like guns at the crowd as Nathan climbs and leans on the ropes beside him, balanced with his arms out like wings again. The two go to their corner and take off their masks and jackets.Jimmy Wilkes: From San Diego by way of Toronto, weighing in at a combined weight of four hundred nineteen pounds, Nathan Warrens and Aaron Warrens...GENERATION NEXT!! DM: Perhaps one of the best tag teams in the final era of PCW, but they are facing one of the best in the older days of PCW. SS: So we got new school versus old school. Time to see which one is better! "Let's Go" by Run The Jewels begins to play and Kevin Styles and J.T. Banks emerge from the curtain with a rather confident expression on their faces as the crowd gives them a huge positive reception.Jimmy Wilkes: And their opponents, weighing in at a combined weight of five hundred ten pounds, Kevin Styles and J.T. Banks...DA EXTREME DYNASTY!! Kevin and J.T. walk down the ramp and tag a few hands along the way. Kevin and J.T. continue to slap hands with the fans over the guardrail. Kevin gives a quick wink and kiss to his wife at the broadcasting table before rolling into the ring. J.T. appears to stand on the apron as if he’s letting Kevin start. Nathan is in for the opposition.SS: I bet I know where your loyalties lie for this match. DM: I never root against my husband. SS: Figures. To keep it interesting, I’ll just root for Generation Next then. DM: Sounds like a deal. And sounds like a bell! DING DING DING!!With the four Hall of Famers all ready, Styles and Nathan move to the center of the ring. They tie up in the center of the ring with the heavier Styles getting the upper hand at first, but Nathan Warrens eventually finds a footing to get the proper leverage to get Styles to fall forward, catching into a headlock. Styles starts with a few punches to the midsection before pushing Warrens into the ropes. Styles attempts a side kick for the rebound, but Warrens held onto the ropes.DM: Evenly matched so far! SS: Just when you think one of them has something, the other one does something back. Styles is open for Warrens to land a crossbody.SS: And there’s the first impact move! Styles tries to pull himself up before Nathan can do anything else, but he was a second to slow to avoid the spinning backfist. Cover by Warrens.ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!By the time Warrens can try to continue anything, the tag is made to J.T. Banks. And Banks is BIG mad at the early returns on this match. Nathan tries a crossbody again but Banks catches him and power slams him to the mat.DM: Now THAT is a slam! SS: That shook the ring. DM: Dynasty Cover!! ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!SS: Way too early to be trying to pull that!! And I don’t think Aaron Warrens is happy just watching from the sidelines. Aaron starts to yell at J.T. Banks from the apron, trying to lure him over to him to give Nathan some sort of chance. Nathan notices this and hits Banks in the back of the knee with a kick. He starts to try to lock in a dragon sleeper but Banks overpowers him and lifts him up. Before slamming him back to the mat, Aaron sneaks a tag in.SS: I’m pretty sure Banks didn’t see that tag. DM: The referee did. It’s a legal tag. J.T. Banks stands over Nathan Warrens before tapping Banks on the back and landing a spinning heel kick to knock down the big man of the match. He follows this up with a hurricanrana and one hook of a leg later, we’ve got a legal pin attempt by Aaron Warrens on J.T. Banks.ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!DM: The surprise wasn’t enough to keep Banks down for the three count. SS: Apparently not, but it’s certainly worth trying. Aaron Warrens, knowing how much Banks’s power can be a problem as a former stablemate of his, tries to keep the offensive going with a double knee drop onto the back of the tag team legend. Nathan Warrens rolls out of the ring to get some rest at this point. Banks tries to pull himself up but Aaron Warrens rushes with a dropkick...but he sent Banks into his corner…DM: Hubby with the tag!! SS: Uh oh… Kevin Styles enters the ring with a purpose, knocking Warrens down immediately with a shoulder block. Warrens gets right back up and is knocked right back down with a clothesline. The hat trick is completed after Kevin Styles lands a suplex on Aaron Warrens. With Nathan still down on the outside, Kevin appears to want to end the match here.DM: I know what this is. He wants to get some “Stylish Execution” right here. SS: Come on, Aaron!! Or Nathan!! Someone with the last name Warrens! Get Damon out here if we need to!! Kevin looks to set up the finishing move, but Aaron has enough situational awareness to roll out of the ring. Styles isn’t happy about this and is in pursuit. With Banks cutting him off in the other direction. The countout has begun.1
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3SS: Stick around too long and we won’t get a victor for this match. DM: Well, Da Dynasty has Warrens cornered now. Probably not good for him. Banks sends Aaron into the stairs. Styles charges and hits a pair of double knees to Aaron while he’s still on the stairs.4
5Banks and Styles lift Aaron in the air and drops him with a double suplex. Kevin gets back in the ring.6SS: Ohhhh...I see what they are cooking… DM: Going for the count out victory. Sneaky sneaky, but it could work. 7
8Nathan Warrens is up and notices what’s going on.9Nathan rolls Aaron back into the ring to prevent the count out loss.SS: Ha!! Plan didn’t work!! It was cheap anyway. DM: I could see you supporting the strategy had someone else done it instead. SS: Don’t put words in my mouth. Styles takes this as a chance to go for the pinfall but Nathan puts Aaron’s foot on the rope as well. Kevin Styles pulls Aaron closer to the center of the ring and Banks starts to play defender as he hooks the leg.ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!Aaron Warrens shows some signs of life as he gets the shoulder up. When Nathan tries to enter the ring, he is tossed right back out by J.T. Banks. With the referee trying to get control of the match again, Banks and Styles both pull Aaron Warrens back to his feet with the intent of using the Lights Out to finish the match. As Styles tries to set up the double knee facebuster part of the combination, Aaron Warrens hits a jawbreaker on Styles. J.T. Banks charges with a spear, but Warrens uses everything he has to jump over him...and tags in Nathan on the way down…SS: Damn, how did he jump over Banks?!?! DM: That was impressive as hell!! Even with Banks going for a spear, that was still a three or four foot jump! Banks crashes into the corner with the missed spear. Styles gets up and doesn’t realize Aaron isn’t the legal man anymore, trying to run towards him. But with Styles having his back to him, this gives Nathan a chance to run towards the ropes, bounce off the middle one and land the Warren Peace. Nathan Warrens gets the cover.ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!DING DING DING!!Jimmy Wilkes: Here are your winners...GENERATION NEXT!! DM: Da Xtreme Dynasty had it all lined up, but Aaron Warrens fought out of it and made an incredible leap to get Nathan in the match to seal it. SS: And Nathan showed excellent situational awareness to secure the victory. DM: This was what you’d expect from four Hall of Famers. And the night has just gotten started!! (Syn/Reaper segment when it comes)
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Nov 28, 2019 20:34:13 GMT -5
(Kai vs. Jinzai when it comes)
"Brooklyn V2" by Jim Johnston hits and the sold out crowd in the Scotiabank Arena goes in a frenzy with cheers over the very familiar music. Through the spotlight, Danielle Lopez and Talia Skye walk out, Talia in her ring attire with a BRM shirt over it while Danielle is wearing a Mafia based dress complete with a fedora over her head and black heels, but more important than that, she has the PCW World Heavyweight Championship on her right shoulder.
DM: LOOK AT THIS TAINT! WE'RE BAAAAACK!
SS: This is puke inducing type shit!
DM: Your commentary is puke inducing shit! The Black Rose Mafia rises again and it's a wonderful feeling!
Danielle and Talia survey the area and walk down the aisle, slapping hands with all of the fans before they get on the ring apron. They pose together then enter the ring. As they're in the ring, they point at Desiree Miles, who immediately gets up from her seat and joins them in the ring for a group hug. All three original members of The Black Rose Mafia is in a PCW ring together for the first time in a little over six years. Danielle is the first to speak on the mic.
Danielle Lopez: We're BAAAAAAAACK! And damn do we look good or what?
The fans cheer.
Danielle Lopez: It's only fitting we come back to the promotion where it all began for our crew. It was PCW where I met two of the greatest friends I have in my life. It was PCW where I broke the glass ceiling and became World Heavyweight Champion.
Danielle raises the PCW World Heavyweight Championship in the air to the cheers from the crowd.
Danielle Lopez: It was PCW where Talia and I put on a classic to pave the way for what you see to this day. It was also in PCW where the three of us came together and formed The Black Rose Mafia, the greatest group of women to have ever graced the squared circle and that's a fact. Bestie, tell the people how it is.
Talia Skye: The Black Rose Mafia redefined what women could do in this ring. We revolutionized the business and made it a space where we could prove we were just as good as if not better than the men...and we did just that.
Desiree Miles: It is always great when we get together. And not to regurgitate what Dani said, but it's extremely fitting to do this for PCW's last ever show. The PCW faithful has supported this group since day one and we appreciate each and every one of you who supports us. Whether we're together as we are now or are in our respective roles in Dani's promotion, we have never stopped showing love for one another and we never stop supporting each other. We're more than just friends, we are a family. We ride together and we die together. I'm down with these two until the end of time. You're both stuck with me whether you like it or not.
The three of them share a laugh. They're interrupted as the lights go out and “Du Hast” by Rammstein plays. The lights turn slightly on and the crowd BOOS loudly as Morgan Simmons walks out from the back, wearing a Toxic t-shirt over her ring gear and the WWA Hardcore Championship sitting on her shoulder. But she is not alone for this occasion as her sisters Dana and Amber of The Boston Bombshells, her half-brothers Luke and Shawn Davis, and her long-time friend and sister in-law Christina Fierce, are all by her side and wearing matching Toxic t-shirts. They walk down the ramp, talking trash to the fans who are booing them before they follow Morgan into the ring. Morgan is handed a microphone and looks across her with a sly smirk.
Morgan Simmons: I must say it’s been a long long time since these two groups have been in the same ring at the same time.
The crowd cheers for the nostalgia.
Morgan Simmons: Eh shut up. First off, Talia I hope you’re really thinking about the ultimatum laid out to you last night on Frenzy. It’s either Horsewomen or the ungrateful piece of European-Canadian trash. And if you so happen to choose Reyna Carter, I’ll simply reform Toxic with the former Horsewomen in tow. But this isn’t about Horsewomen right now. This is about Toxic versus The Black Rose Mafia.
Morgan says with an intense tone in her voice.
Morgan Simmons: Our two factions started a lot of what you see. If it weren’t for us, I’m almost certain our current place of employment wouldn’t be here. PWW certainly wouldn’t have existed if it weren’t for us. Talia Skye versus Morgan Simmons was THE RIVALRY that delivered on the big stage. If we’re going to be honest with ourselves, without Toxic, The Black Rose Mafia surely wouldn’t have gone anywhere and you guys know it to be the truth.
Members of both nostalgic groups are face to face, but they are interrupted as "Lift Me Up" by Five Finger Death Punch feat. Rob Halford plays and the crowd cheers as Mariah Lopez walks out from the back, wearing a Team Lethality t-shirt over her ring attire... but she's not alone as Ryan Robinson, Tom Pendergrass and TJ Parks are beside her, and Bella Robinson walks out wheeling Rachel Robinson. They make their way down the aisle, slapping a few hands before Mariah, Tom and TJ get in the ring. Bella places Rachel at the announce table and gives her a headset before getting in the ring herself. Mariah now has a mic in her hand as Bella, Tom and TJ give Danielle a hug.
Mariah Lopez: First off, always great to see you Dani.
Mariah gives Danielle a hug.
Mariah Lopez: And I'm in the same ring with dirty ass shitty Horsewomen. Talia Skye, you dumb blonde bitch. Here's to you.
Mariah flips Talia the finger, much to boos from the crowd.
Mariah Lopez: Now to Morgan Simmons. How did you like last night? It's a preview of what's to come in War Games. So here's to you as well bitch.
Mariah flips Morgan the finger, and the WWA Hardcore Champion doesn't like that one bit.
Mariah Lopez: There's all this talk about both The Black Rose Mafia and Toxic, which yes, these two groups laid down the foundation for stable feuds, but the Mafia didn't last all that long and wasn't as prominent nor as big as say, Team Lethality.
Mariah says with a cocky smirk.
Mariah Lopez: While The Black Rose Mafia may have furthered the career's of Danielle Lopez and that dirty blonde Horsewoman over there, Team Lethality made new stars. Rachel Robinson and myself became one of the greatest Tag Teams there ever was in wrestling. Tom Pendergrass's star rose after membership with Team Lethality, and even that treacherous bitch Crystal Alvarez became a household name via her membership with the group. Who did you guys really elevate? Ale...
Before Mariah could finish, Talia struck her in the face with The Fourth Seal that CLEANED HER CLOCK! Mariah is rolled out of the ring by fellow Team Lethality members as Morgan Simmons mockingly waved goodbye to her. Both members of Toxic and The Black Rose Mafia continued their face-off with one another.
Danielle Lopez: That's going to leave a mark. Now where were we?
Danielle is interrupted as "4 Words (To Choke Upon) instrumental" by Bullet for My Valentine hits and out comes Crystal Alvarez to boos from the crowd. She stands on the ramp clad in a Team Lethality t-shirt over her gear as she makes her way down the aisle. She looks at Mariah down outside of the ring and mocks her before sliding in under the bottom rope. She exchanges hugs with Tom, Ryan, TJ and Bella before flashing up the four fingers to her fellow Horsewomen Talia Skye and Morgan Simmons, then concluding with a hug to Danielle before she grabs a mic and speaks.
Crystal Alvarez: I couldn't idly sit by and watch this party go on without me. While on the surface we have three groups in this ring. In reality, there are four.
Crystal, Morgan and Talia simultaneously flash the four fingers.
Crystal Alvarez: I thank our wonderful leader of The Horsewomen for taking out the trash because I just could not participate if Mariah Lopez was in this ring disgracing the name of Team Lethality. Mariah, I'm going to get you, your sister and the other two garbage wrestlers inside of War Games, and The Horsewomen will walk out more superior than ever. But that will be in thirteen days.
Crystal pauses for a moment and allows the crowd to let the boos out of their system.
Crystal Alvarez: In this ring, we have the originals, The Black Rose Mafia with the two GOAT'S and the greatest announcer of them all, then we have the stable that rose from the Mafia's ashes, one that my mentor created herself, consisting of herself, her backstabbing cousin, the big man over here which we will be in a food eating contest after this show, twenty bucks to come see this thing go down. You don't want to miss this for the world. One night only, Alvarez versus Pendergrass! BE THERE!
Crystal and Tom high-five one another.
Crystal Alvarez: We also have TJ who is good at the eating contests himself, although never let him lead an operation. Like EVER
Tom in the background goes "she has a point" while TJ acts as if he's offended.
Crystal Alvarez: Over here we have the man who ended the longest Platinum Championship run in the history of PCW. The man who's a bad motherfucker in the ring but sweet as a teddy bear out of it. Ryan, I know this is your last night in wrestling but we're going to make this as memorable as possible. Best believe that my friend.
The two of them embrace in a hug.
Crystal Alvarez: Unfortunately she couldn't be here tonight, but wherever Laurie Young is, know that we love her, we're always thinking about her and she is here with us in spirit. And of course over at the booth is my good friend Rachel Robinson.
The crowd cheers loudly for Rachel.
Crystal Alvarez: I may be a Horsewoman, and I said this publicly to both Talia and Morgan themselves two weeks ago on Frenzy, but what happened to Rachel was bullshit. It was wrong. Of course Mariah was the reason why it unfortunately happened but fact is that should have NEVER HAPPENED. Each and every one of us along with Dani herself comprised of this great group and we made it special in our own way. We made this group, and we all came out bigger stars than we were when we were recruited.
The fans agree wholeheartedly.
Crystal Alvarez: Now I don't know about all of you in this ring, but I'm here to do things the Team Lethality way. That's kicking ass and taking names. So umm... let's fucking begin the festivities.
Crystal strikes at Dana Simmons and the brawl is officially on as Tom and TJ start striking at Luke and Shawn Davis, while Ryan goes after Christina Fierce, and Bella goes after Amber Simmons. Desiree rolls out of the ring and goes back to commentary seeing as she is not allowed to get physical for reasons. This leaves Talia and Morgan who have a little bit of tension themselves as of late and are scheduled to square off for the Hardcore Title later on. They're face-to-face, nose-to-nose, and arguing with one another.
But they didn't account for Mariah Lopez coming back into the picture as she springboards... and hits both Horsewomen members with a crossbody. Mariah now goes right after Crystal Alvarez, the very woman who turned her back on her for The Horsewomen one month ago, while Danielle takes off her heels and goes fighting Dana Simmons. Its a literal free-for-all here as Toxic, Black Rose Mafia and Team Lethality members are going at it and the fans are loving it.
DM: I tell you, this is wild!
Rachel Robinson: It really is! Gosh I wish I could still be able to do this!
SS: You two should go in there and fight!
Desiree/Rachel: SHUT UP TAINT!
The sides are continuing their brawl, with Tom and TJ eventually eliminating the Davis brothers while Ryan hits Christina with The Black Hole Gore to eliminate her. Both Dana and Amber Simmons are eliminated by Mariah Lopez and Bella Robinson respectively while this gave Morgan the time to make her escape with the WWA Hardcore Championship in-tow, knowing she has to fight later. She raises the title while looking at Talia's direction. Talia and Crystal meanwhile are seen talking to each other and two-fifths of The Horsewomen start talking to Danielle as well, while Mariah stares a hole into Crystal and doesn't hesitate in attacking her.
DM: OH MY GOD! Mariah and Crystal are going at it! We're getting a preview of War Games right here!
SS: These two literally hate each other, and are going to be on opposite sides on December 6th!
Rachel Robinson: I love Mariah with all my soul, but damn its tough seeing two people I am close with be at each others throats like this!
DM: I hear you on this one!
Crystal is separated by Danielle, Talia and Tom, while TJ, Ryan and Bella are holding Mariah back, trying to keep things at least on a civil level right now. But one thing's for certain, the hatred these two share for one another is at a fever pitch.
DM: That was a lot of fun!
Rachel Robinson: Damn right it was! I enjoyed myself but its time for me to go!
DM: I understand! Hey it was great to see you!
Rachel Robinson: Likewise my friend!
The two of them fistbump before Mariella starts to wheel Rachel away from ringside and then to the back.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Nov 28, 2019 20:34:50 GMT -5
After she's gone, the lights go out in the arena, before the first distorted strains of 'Ironman' by Black Sabbath play out into the darkness, illiciting a chorus of boos.
'"I AM IRONMAN"'
One by one, starting in the ring and making their way towards the stage, a series of spotlights illuminate the entrance ramp. A final spotlight rests on the curtain, through which Liam Reilly emerges. As he walks through each spotlight it cuts out, leaving the path he has left behind in darkness again. Liam slides under the ring, making his way to the centre where the remaining spotlight also cuts out. After a few moments each turnbuckle unleashes a brief pyro, briefly illuminating the figure of Liam in the ring with his arms stretched wide and his head facing down as he absorbs the hostile reaction from the crowd. After a final explosion of fireworks, the lights return to the arena and the crowd takes in the sight of Liam smirking back at them, pointing at his defiled "WE ARE PCW" t-shirt - the letters PCW crossed out and replaced with CCP.
JUST BECAUSE SEASONS DON'T FEAR THE REAPER!!!! DON'T MEAN YOU SHOULDN'T!!!!
"Don't Fear The Reaper" by Blue Oyster Cult hits the sound system, a weird blue light fills the arena, and out comes Ryan "The Reaper" Robinson. The crowd erupts with cheers, as Reaper raises his signature barbed wire-wrapped steel baseball bat in the air for a few seconds before pointing it towards Liam Reilly in the ring. Reaper begins making his way to the ring, unblinkingly staring down his opponent. Once he reaches the ring, he makes his way to the corner and climbs the ring steps. Once at the top he raises his baseball bat in the air, prompting a huge lightning strike in the arena and causing Liam Reilly to hurry out of the ring.
DM: Reaper with the early impact in this contest, and the bell hasn't even rung.
SS: Normally I wouldn't side with that idiot but, against this reject ingrate, I'm willing to make an exception. BREAK HIS SKULL, REAPER!
The lighting returns to normal and Reilly tentatively slides back into the ring, gesturing to Reaper and telling the referee to confiscate the baseball bat as Jimmy Wilkes begins the introductions.
Jimmy Wilkes: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, in the corner to my left: He weighs in at 265 pounds, and hails from England. He is the General Manager of Cardinal City Pro, here is THE IRONMAN LIAM REILLY!
The crowd boo ferociously as Reilly stares a hole through Reaper, a familiar smirk on his face.
Jimmy Wilkes: Aaaand his opponent, in the corner to my right: From Death Valley, weighing in at 268 pounds. The PCW Hall of Famer, THIS IS RYAN...THE REAPER...ROBINSON!!!
A roar of cheers greet Reaper's introduction, as he swings his baseball bat around above his head and points it to each side of the arena in acknowledgement and appreciation of the crowd, before handing it to the referee. Jimmy Wilkes exits the ring, as Liam Reilly removes his t-shirt and places is it under the bottom rope. The referee checks with both participants, to confirm that they're ready. With a nod from each, he signals for the bell.
*DING DING DING*
The match begins, with Reaper and Reilly circling each other before locking up with a collar and elbow tie-up. Straining against the weight of the other, both men attempt to gain the upper hand before Reaper begins to push Reilly towards the turnbuckle.
DM: It looks like Reaper has got the upper hand in the strength department, despite Liam's boasts in the build up to this evening.
SS: Hardly a surprise, Desiree. Pushing pens isn't known to build the muscles.
As Reaper pushes Reilly against the turnbuckle, the Englishman raises his hands to instigate the break as the referee instructs Reaper to do the same. As Reaper releases his grip on Reilly, the CCP GM attempts a cheap shot only for Reaper to duck it and leave him swinging at thin air. From his ducked position, Reaper drives his shoulders into Reilly's abdomen, running him into the corner to cheers from the crowd. After a series of five, Reilly crumples to the ground, resting against the bottom turnbuckle, as Reaper raises his fist to the crowd with a roar.
DM: Reaper looks fired up for this match. It seems Liam Reilly's taunts have certainly struck a nerve with the Hall of Famer, and he is not letting up here. In fact, he might be looking to end this one early with the Black Hole Gore.
Reilly struggles to his feet, with Reaper standing in the opposite corner ready to charge. Reaper gets three quarters of the way across the ring, before Reilly gathers his wits enough to drop down under the ropes and rolls out to the floor. Reaper stops before crashing into the corner and glares down at Reilly, who simply smirks back in response.
DM: Credit where it's due, Liam Reilly may be a whining scumbag, but his in-ring intelligence has never been called into question.
SS: From what I saw, he just fell over.
DM: You never were very bright.
The referee motions for Reaper to move back to the centre of the ring, allowing Reilly to climb back up onto the apron and between the ropes. The former Platinum champions lock up again, with Reaper again getting the upper hand and pushing Reilly backwards. The Englishman mutters too himself, angrily, before marching forward and locking up again. This exchange produces the same result, with Reilly forced back. Again he presses forward but, this time, as he motions to lock up, he jabs a thumb in Reaper's eye. Reaper clutches at his face as, ignoring the admonishment of the referee, Reilly capitalises with a few boots to the mid-section and an Irish Whip. Reaper bounces off the ropes and is dropped with a knee to the gut on his way back. Reilly makes the cover.
*ONE* *kick out*
DM: It'll take more than that to put down a fighter like Reaper.
SS: I recommend tranquillisers. Or a cattle prod.
Reilly goes for another cover
*ONE* *kick out*
DM: Reilly looking to tire Reaper with these quick covers, forcing him to push back against 265 pounds of force.
Both men get to their feet but, with the upper hand, Reilly is quickest to act. Another kick to the stomach causes Reaper to hunch over, and Reilly gets the front face lock before lifting Reaper up and planting him with a suplex and floating over into the cover
*ONE* *kick out*
Reilly barks at the referee, angry at the lack of speed in the count, before picking Reaper up and preparing for another Irish Whip. Reaper reverses and follows up, hitting Reilly with a clothesline which sends both men tumbling to the outside. Reaper is up quickly and plays to the crowd, who roar their approval, while Reilly grabs at the ring apron to help him back to his feet. Reaper intercepts him and lifts him up, before dropping him face first onto the apron. The referee orders both men back into the ring, and starts the ten count.
*ONE*
*TWO*
Picking his opponent up by the hair, Reaper runs them both to the corner and slams Reilly head first into the steps
*THREE*
DM: Reaper is known for his violent streak, especially in matches that are this personal. It gives him that added edge, and could be the difference in this match.
SS: Yeah, it also causes him to take stupid risks and lose. For PCW's sake, I hope your version of events comes true.
*FOUR*
Reaper rolls in and out of the ring, interrupting the count, before dragging a dazed Reilly up by his arm and pushing him back into the ring, leaving his upper body draped over the edge of the apron. Using the ropes to help him up to the apron, also, Reaper takes a few steps before dropping his leg across Reilly's chest, landing on his feet on the outside. Reilly rolls towards the middle of the ring, clutching at his sternum and writhing on the mat. Reaper stares out at the crowd, a familiar twisted grin etched across his face.
DM: It looks like Reaper is well into the ascendancy here. He has spoken at length about his desire to fight Liam Reilly, and it looks like he was right to want this match.
Reilly crawls towards the furthest corner of the ring from Reaper, as the PCW Hall of Famer hops back between the ropes and sets himself up in the opposite corner.
DM: Reaper might be looking for the Black Hole Gore again. He's worn Reilly down a bit now, so he could get it...Reilly back up to his feet...Reaper charges him...NO! Reilly still with had the wherewithal to move out of the way and it looks like Reaper got nothing but ring post.
Reaper crumples into the corner, holding his right arm in pain. Sensing an opportunity, Reilly begins to lay in boots, stomping away at Reaper's damaged limb. He drags him to the middle of the ring by the injured arm and holds it in place, before hitting a handstand knee drop across the bicep and shoulder. After landing, Reilly keeps his knee across the joint and begins to wrench away. The referee drops to the ground, next to Reaper checking for the verbal submission.
DM: The referee is wasting his time here. There's no way Reaper will give in. This means too much to both men for either of them to quit.
SS: That's both valiant and stupid. I don't know which I admire more.
DM: Do you ever think before you speak? Repeat that to yourself in your head.
SS: ….Oh. No, what I meant was…
DM: No-one will ever care. Reilly seems to be abandoning the hold here. He holds Reapers arm and delivers more stomps...and a leg drop to put the exclamation point on it.
Reilly drags Reaper up by the arm, pulling him over to ropes and wrapping his arm around the top rope. With a sneer at the crowd, he pulls down sharply, torquing Reaper's shoulder against it. He walks to the corner, still holding the injured arm, before climbing to the middle turnbuckle and vaulting over to the floor, dropping Reaper's arm sharply onto the top rope. Reaper grabs at the injured arm, as Reilly looks out at the hostile crowd and laughs as soaks in their displeasure. Reilly slides back into the ring, and slowly drags Reaper back to his feet. He pushes him against the ropes, before Irish Whip-ing him to the opposite side of the ring. He bends down, preparing a back body drop, but Reaper pre-empts him and drops them both with a running DDT. Both men lay motionless on the mat, as the referee begins another ten count.
*ONE*
DM: That might be the momentum swing Reaper needed to get himself back into this match.
*TWO*
SS: We can hope so but, with only one fully working arm, he's got far fewer offensive options.
DM: That may be the first sensible observation you've ever made, Saint. But it looks like he's going to be first to his feet, and that might give him a chance to figure something out in the meantime.
Indeed, Reaper makes it onto his knees and then his feet first, using the ropes to assist him. Liam Reilly attempts to follow suit, but Reaper cuts him off with stomps to the back each time. After a few moments he charges the ropes, allowing Reilly enough time to get to his feet, before hitting him with a shoulder tackle. Reilly is up immediately, but Reaper makes it to the opposite ropes and rebounds back with a second tackle, dropping him again. A third soon follows and Reilly bails, heading towards the ramp.
SS: Looks like Liam has had enough. I always knew he was a coward.
DM: It looks more like he's just gathering his thoughts, but he'd best be quick because...OH MY GOD!
Reilly turns back to the ring, just in time to see Reaper fly through the ropes with a huge Suicide Dive, wiping out the CCP General Manager. Neither man moves for a few moments, before Reaper gets to his feet and utters a primal scream and picks Reilly up. He hooks Reilly's arm and hiptosses him, back first, onto the barrier. Reilly cries out in pain, before falling onto the floor. Reilly sits himself against the barrier, giving Reaper the time to take a run-up before driving his knee straight into Reilly's face.
DM: One arm or not, Reaper has a fire and a will to win inside him. He's not ready to give this up.
Reaper picks Reilly up again, dragging him to the ring before rolling him back in. As Reilly attempts to make it back to his feet, Reaper climbs to the top rope. Reilly finally stands back up, albeit unsteadily, only to round and get hit by a Missile Dropkick. Reaper covers...
*ONE*
*TWO*
*TH-*
The crowd shouts out with disappointment, as Reilly kicks out just before the count of three. Reaper curses under his breath, while Reilly rolls away to avoid any immediate additional punishment. Reaper is content to wait for him, watching his weary opponent trying to gather his wits about him.
DM: Reaper eyeing his prey, waiting to strike. He's in control here, even with that injured arm.
SS: I always thought Reaper was something of a predator. I just always thought of it like in a creep who looks in people's bathroom windows kind of a way.
DM: You really are a cretin.
After a few moments, Reilly makes it back to his feet, pulling the referee's shirt to help him back up. Reaper steps over to him and hits a picture perfect Superkick...but Reilly ducks at the last second, and the kick lands right on the referee's jaw. Reaper stares down, stunned, at the unconscious official, right until Reilly hits him with hefty low blow. Reaper collapses in agony, holding his groin and rolling on the mat, as Reilly looks first at the referee and then back at Reaper, a sinister smile creeping onto his face.
DM: That look can only mean one thing, Saint. Reaper might be in trouble here.
SS: Judging by the force on that low blow, I'd say he already is. Especially his chances of reproducing…
Reilly quickly slides out of the ring and barks at the timekeeper to get up. He takes the timekeeper's chair, as well as Reaper's signature baseball bat, and throws them back in the ring before following them. He picks the chair up and delivers three heavy shots to Reaper's back, before driving the top of the chair into Reaper's injured arm, again and again. Then, stomping Reaper to prevent him from fighting back, Reilly wraps the chair round the arm before picking up the bat and climbing to the middle rope. With a look of triumph, out to the crowd, Reilly leaps off and brings the bat down across the chair, crushing it into Reaper's arm, before tossing the bat out of the ring.
DM: My God, this has gone too far. Liam Reilly may well have done some permanent damage to Reaper's arm here.
SS: Reaper is probably wishing those shots had been to the head. There'd be nothing to damage that way.
DM: I dare you to say that to his face. Even in his current state, he'd still tear your innards out.
SS: …
Without any care, Reilly rips the chair off of Reaper's arm and takes a few steps back, goading Reaper onto his feet and telling him that this is payback for everything he went through in PCW. He slams the chair against the mat a few times, yelling at the Hall of Famer, a crazed look replacing his usual calm demeanour. After a few seconds, Reaper crawls to the ropes and uses them to help him back to his feet. Reilly charges, chair in hand, ready to deliver the final blow, only for Reaper to boot the chair back into his face before hitting another Superkick.
DM: YES! Come on Reaper! Put him away!
The referee begins to stir, as Reaper staggers over to Reilly and makes the pin. Still groggy, the referee takes a few moments to acknowledge the pin and begin counting.
*ONE*
*TWO*
*THRE-
DM: NO! Reilly kicks out at the last second!
Both men are breathing heavily on the mat, barely able to move, with the referee also still suffering the effects of the earlier Superkick. Reilly drags himself to the corner and grasps at the ropes, hauling himself up using the turnbuckles for support. Meanwhile, Reaper sits up and, spotting Reilly's position in the ring, begins to psych himself up.
DM: Looks like Reaper is hoping it'll be third time lucky for the Black Hole Gore. He's up to his feet...waiting for Reilly to do the same...here he comes...HE GOT IT! BLACK HOLE GORE! REAPER WITH THE BLACK HOLE GORE! It looks like he hit him with the injured shoulder, but he's fighting through it. Is he looking for the Tombstone Piledriver? I think he is!
Reaper pulls Reilly to his feet, by his hair, and looks into his eyes as he motions across his throat with his thumb. Reaper goes to pick Reilly up, but his arm gives out on him and he collapses onto Reilly, who capitalises and wraps his legs around Reaper's arm. Pushing Reaper away, he flattens out Reaper's arm, locking in The Breakdown.
DM: Liam Reilly has Reaper in The Breakdown! After all that punishment on the arm, this has got to be excruciating for Ryan.
SS: Ordinarily I'd find this hilarious, but I can't stand the thought of Reilly walking out of here with the win. Fight out of it, Reaper, damn it!
Reaper screams in pain as Reilly wrenches back on the injured arm. Kicking against the mat to adjust his position in the ring, Reaper desperately searches out the ropes with his free hand. Reilly leans back, adding extra counter-weight and pressure on the arm, but Reaper begins to inch towards the safety of the bottom rope. Reilly gives an intense scream, pulling back again, but he looks up to see Reaper within reaching distance of the ropes. Sitting up slightly, Reilly bends his top leg around Reaper's shoulder and rolls forward, bringing both men into the centre of the ring, and transitions the armbar into a crossface. Reaper cries out again, clawing at the mat, his neck wrenched back by the hold, before screaming “NO” when the referee asks if he wishes to submit.
DM: There's no chance of Reaper tapping here, I'm sure of it. I think he'd sooner have Reilly end his life, than give him the satisfaction of making him tap out.
SS: I can't decide whether that's honourable or stupid. No reason it can't be both, I guess.
DM: Reaper only ever fights with honour. This match is beyond personal for both men.
Reaper continues to refuse the referee's offer of submission but his screams and refusals slowly become weaker and the clawing of his free arm begins to lose their strength. After almost a minute in the hold, his body starts to go limp.
DM: Reaper is fading! Don't let it end like this!
The referee asks Reaper again if he wishes to submit. This time there is no reply, only a twisted grin on Reaper's face, his eyes closed. The referee warns Reaper that, if he doesn't respond, the match is over. Again, the same twisted grin is Reaper's only response and the referee has no choice but to call for the bell.
*DING DING DING*
Jimmy Wilkes: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has determined that Ryan Robinson is unable to continue this contest. Therefore, the winner of this match, by technical submission...'THE IRONMAN' LIAM REILLY!
'Ironman' by Black Sabbath plays out through the arena and the crowd boos as Reilly releases the hold, a satisfied smile on his face. He sits up, breathing hard, and looks down at the prone figure of Reaper. With a nod of the head, he gives Reaper a pat on the back before getting to his feet. After a taunting smirk towards the crowd, he draws the letters CCP in the air before exiting the ring and heading backstage.
DM: It looks like there was still some respect at the end from Liam Reilly, after the war of words leading into this match, and indeed throughout the years. Reaper never gave up, and it took some underhand tactics from Reilly to get the job done.
SS: Tell it how it is, Reaper let us all down, Desiree! He was supposed to beat that whining punk, but he lost. He even looked happy about it, at the end. What was that smile about!?
DM: Reaper's a complex guy, Saint. He's never been adverse to pain. Who knows, maybe he was thriving on the feeling right at the end.
SS: I always knew he was a perve!
The referee attends to Reaper, who slowly comes to. With some help, the PCW Hall of Famer makes it to his feet, to a standing ovation from the fans in attendance who begin to chant his name. A few boos start to mingle with the cheers, directed towards the ramp, and Reaper follows the eyes of those booing, to see that Liam Reilly has emerged back onto the stage. The two former Platinum Champions stare each other down for a moment, before Reilly joins in the applause for his opponent. Reaper acknowledges Reilly with a nod, as 'Don't Fear The Reaper' by Blue Oyster Cult plays across the arena, and raises his fist to the crowd in appreciation.
DM: Even in defeat, these fans love Ryan Robinson. They know how desperately he wanted to win this, not only for himself but for them and for PCW. These fans have witnessed a large part of his journey, and he gave them everything he had. He might not have come out of the match with the 'W', but I hope this ovation makes him feel like the winner we know he is.
SS: I think I'm going to be sick.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Nov 28, 2019 20:35:36 GMT -5
We pan back to the ring where Jimmy Wilkes is about to do the introductions for our next contest.Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! "Rush Of Power" by CFO$ plays and the crowd BOOS loudly as Lola emerges from the back, but is surprised at the reaction she just received.Jimmy Wilkes: She is from Indianapolis, Indiana, weighing in at 145 pounds... LOLA!!! Lola walks down the aisle, obviously not in an engaging mood as the crowd isn't pleased at all right now. She steps on the apron and enters through the middle rope. She stands in the corner and waits for the match to begin.DM: Usually Lola is cheered by the crowd, but PCW fans are a way more different than WWA fans! SS: Why is she even here? This is not a WWA show! DM: I know its not! She wanted a match, Frenzy and Wildcard VII are filled, so she gets a match at the PCW Reunion Show against a former PCW talent! Its as simple as that! SS: So you cry enough on Twitter and Dani gives you a match? How surprising! Then again PCW also gave Jay Thunder "briefcases" out of a box of Cheerios to get title matches! This shit is fucking ridiculous if you ask me! DM: Can’t say I disagree with you on that one! Jimmy Wilkes: And her opponent! "4 Words (To Choke Upon) instrumental" by Bullet for My Valentine hits and out comes Crystal Alvarez to a lot more cheers than boos from the crowd. She stands on the ramp, not paying any mind to the fans before making her way down the aisle.Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, from San Diego, California by way of San Juan, Puerto Rico, weighing in at 120 pounds! She is a member of The Horsewomen... "The KO Queen"... CRYSTAL ALVAREZ! She ignores the people wanting a high-five as she hops on the apron and steps under the bottom rope to get into the ring. She stands in the center of the ring and removes the bandana from her face, displaying a noticeable scowl on her face as she looks at the fans with disdain on her face before she goes to stretch on the ropes, waiting for the match to begin.DM: Looks like it is Crystal Alvarez to answer the call! SS: If I were Lola, I would be praying and praying fast! This is not going to be a picnic for her! DM: Crystal was a former PCW talent who had a few matches on the main roster in 2013 but most of her time was in the Developmental Territory known as Pride Wrestling where she won the first of her five World Championships! SS: And she was trained by two time PCW World Champion and our current boss lady in WWA, Danielle Lopez! DM: Very true! And she once went 112 consecutive matches without a loss! Kai who we saw earlier tonight was the one who broke that streak! I hope for her sake Lola knows what she is doing here! DING! DING! DING! The match begins, and Lola who is aware of Crystal's reputation as an elite striker, tries to duck and dodge away from her, but "The KO Queen" is methodical in her approach. Lola was eventually caught, and Crystal went right to work with various lefts and rights to "The Pride of Indiana". Lola was brought down with a right hook after three left jabs, with Crystal having completed The KO Queen Special real early in this one. She immediately hooked the leg for the cover...1!
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NO! But Lola kicked out at the count of Two! Crystal stayed on Lola and was continuing her vicious strikes. Each strike was getting more vicious, but Lola eventually started fighting back and was knocking Crystal back a bit. She dazed Crystal long enough to hit a snap suplex. But Lola wasn't done as she went to the top rope... and hit an elbow drop. She immediately covered Crystal for the fall...1!
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NO! DM: Crystal Alvarez kicks out at the count of two! SS: Did Lola really think that was going to be it? Crystal is a five time World Champion, one of the toughest women in the sport today! It's going to take a lot more to keep her down! Lola continued to go after Crystal and had the upperhand, eventually looking for another snap suplex... but Crystal got out of it and hit a German Suplex that spiked Lola right on her head to regain control of the match. Crystal looked downright intense as she laid into Lola with vicious shot after vicious shot. Lola tried to cover up but the speed of Crystal's shots were just too much for her to handle, and "The KO Queen" eventually laid Lola out with the Crystal-DT, spiking her on her head.DM: Crystal is in complete control, just dominating this match! SS: That's the story of her career Des! She's been flat out dominant and has won herself numerous accolades along the way! Crystal is done playing around, and gets Lola up, jabs at her a few more times... before hooking her up in position and DROPPING her with another Crystal-DT! But that's not it as Crystal goes down to the ground and wraps her legs around the throat of Lola, locking in the Modified Gogoplata she calls the Tap or Die. The very submission hold that has won her numerous World Championships is locked in tightly. Lola is struggling to get out, and upon realization that she had nowhere to go, Lola simply tapped out to the dangerous submission hold.DING! DING! DING! Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by submission... "The KO Queen" CRYSTAL ALVAREZ! "4 Words (To Choke Upon) instrumental" by Bullet for My Valentine plays but Crystal signals for the microphone and begins to speak.Crystal Alvarez: Cut my music. The music stops.Crystal Alvarez: Is this the best we can do? I'm out here trying to get myself prepared for a big battle in thirteen days, yet I'm being given professional wrestling's scrapheap. What's up with that? Crystal says rather angrily.Crystal Alvarez: I'll tell you this. Next person, if you want to make a name for yourself, get your ass out here and step toe-to-toe with The KO Queen. Crystal dropped the microphone and stands there waiting for somebody to answer her. Moments later, "Mad Hatter" by Melanie Martinez hits and Mya Denton skips out to the stage area, holding the Broadcast Championship that she took from Smith Jones just five years prior at the first Reunion Show.SS: Did Bianca Davis let Denton out of her yard work today? DM: Will you stop! Mya Denton was a part of PCW and has every right to be here! SS: But she serves Bianca Davis who is better than all of these poor miserable bastards! DM: Like yourself? SS: Exa...WHOA! That was uncalled for! Mya continues to skip down to the ring before sliding in under the bottom rope. She lays the title down and wants the referee to ring the bell.DING! DING! DING! The bell sounded, and Mya Denton went straight for Crystal with a speed based attack. Crystal was thrown off by this, and Mya eventually took her down with a running Hurricanrana, causing Crystal to roll out of the ring to regroup for a bit. But she didn't get that ample time as Mya ran the ropes... and dove over for a Suicide Dive! This was Denton's match from the early going as she struck at Crystal before getting her back into the ring. Mya went on the apron and springboarded on the middle rope... hitting a splash and the cover...1!
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NO! Crystal kicked out at the count of Two! Mya continued the momentum until going for a forearm smash... but Crystal ducked it and as Mya turned around, Crystal hooked her up and planted her down with a vicious Crystal-Plex. Now the three time WWA World Champion was going to work, stomping at Mya at will while executing a few well placed kicks right to the chest area before getting her up to a vertical standing... then PLANTED HER DOWN with the Crystal-DT. Crystal nonchalantly made the cover....1!
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NO! DM: Mya Denton kicked out, and you have to wonder whether that arrogant like cover from Crystal was worth it! SS: This is very uncharacteristic from her! Is this the new Crystal Alvarez we're seeing in the ring? DM: It could be! But I think after that nearfall, she's more annoyed than anything else! Crystal looked highly annoyed and turned up the aggression on Denton... but give credit to Mya for attempting to fight back against "The KO Queen", withstanding the left jabs and turning a right hook attempt into a Tornado DDT! Crystal was down, and Mya was feeling confident, setting up for the Shining Wizard she calls the Cray Cray. She went for it... but Crystal ducked it, then hit a vicious right hook to take Mya down. Crystal raised her fist up and waited for Mya to get to her feet. Mya got up to a vertical standing, and Crystal kicked her in the gut before hooking her into a double underhook position, then hitting the Impaler DDT.DM: WRATH OF THE ALVAREZ! We saw this hit on Christina Lopez last night on WWA's Friday Night Frenzy Episode 170, and man it looks vicious! SS: A double underhook Impaler DDT is NO JOKE! That was sick! DM: Crystal has the leg hooked! Safe to say this one is over! 1!
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3! DING! DING! DING! Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall... "The KO Queen" CRYSTAL ALVAREZ! "4 Words (To Choke Upon) instrumental" by Bullet for My Valentine plays and Crystal Alvarez stands tall, pushing the referee away until she eyes the PCW Broadcast Championship belt Mya came out with earlier. She gets out of the ring and grabs it, admiring it before slinging it on her shoulder and leaving.DM: Crystal Alvarez has grabbed the Broadcast Championship and is leaving with it! SS: Mya Denton stole that from Smith Jones at the first Reunion Show! But I wonder what is Crystal going to do with the title? DM: Could be the same thing Talia Skye has done to her husband's old Libertarian Wrestling Freedom Championship! I don't know, guess we'll have to wait and see! Alvarez leaves and doesn't tag any hands or anything as she steps behind the curtain. After a few minutes of getting everything situated, a voice is heard...: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS AND GIRLS!! Greetings to everyone and to all. The voice that is echoing throughout the dark arena is finally revealed as a giant spotlight shines down on the bottom of the ramp. The man holding the microphone was a middle-aged gentleman wearing a suit. His dark hair was spiked up.SS: Who the hell is this clown? DM: Clearly you’re not up to current events or else you’d recognize Eddie Walker. SS: WHO?! Eddie Walker: My name is Eddie Walker. DM: Told you. SS: I repeat, WHO?! Eddie Walker: And I have the honor to introduce someone who was something of a predecessor to me. This special someone was around before I was and helped blossom a career that turned into what it is today before the very eyes of the PCW Universe. This wonderful lady was there at ringside when a King was born. Everyone, please turn your attention to the ring and give a standing ovation for… RICHELLE ROSS!! The spotlight moves from the ramp to the ring as Richelle Ross stands in the ring with a microphone on. She’s wearing a gold sequin dress. The fans give her loud cheers and applause.SS: Okay, I know who she is. DM: Of course you do… Richelle Ross: I stand before all of you here in PCW to tell you that we were all there at the beginning. That includes me. And while you and I only saw the beginning before the rest of the story was told, we all were an important part of the journey. Without the beginning of the journey, perhaps there would be no journey at all. I became the manager for a wrestler when he stood up for me in the locker room when I was being harassed. I watch that wrestler win eighteen matches, with a Platinum Championship and a World Heavyweight Championship among those victories. I watched someone who felt as though he never really reached his potential early in his career finally turn the corner when he stepped into a PCW ring. SS: I hate these speeches. DM: It’s because you can’t keep focus for more than two seconds. Let her talk! Richelle Ross: We all saw the young kid from New Orleans become the legend he is today, the Dropkick King, the man who has won four World Heavyweight Championships in four different companies...and as of tonight, the Hall of Famer. It is my great honor to introduce to you, someone who might go down as the last person inducted into the Premium Championship Wrestling Hall of Fame...give your loudest cheers to Adrien Cochrane!! SS: Oh THIS guy… DM: Shut up, Saint! SS: OWWW, MY NOSE!! A bit of a throwback as Adrien’s former entrance music begins to echo throughout the arena. “Light” by the Agony Family fills the ears of everyone as Adrien Cochrane appears on the ramp, giving a quick hug to his new manager, Eddie Walker. The cheers from everyone in the arena nearly drown out the music. In rare form, Adrien is wearing a tuxedo for the occasion, despite the fact he has a match later in the evening. Walker continues applauding along with all the fans as he rolls into the ring before giving his former manager a hug as well before being the one with the microphone.SS: He’s become quite the rambler with age. I hope he doesn’t keep us here forever. We got matches! DM: Let him have his moment, you fat buffoon! It takes a moment for the fans to quiet down enough to allow Adrien to speak. But they eventually do.Adrien Cochrane: Thank you. All of you. Thank you. It’s only fitting that the first group of people I wanted to thank was... all of you. Every single fan who has ever believed in me made this possible. Every single person who chanted my name or nickname when I needed it made this possible. All of you...this was for you just as much as it was for me. And I can’t thank you all enough and will continue to do so until I can no longer speak. SS: I want to vomit. DM: Don’t make me hit you again. Adrien Cochrane: The next group of people I want to thank are the people who made my career in PCW possible: the people who ran the company. Terrell Ryder, James Baker, Leo Hawkins, Tyler Brownlee… you all brought me to PCW. My career might not have taken the direction it did had I not found my footing in this very ring, and you made this possible. Even though I’m sure he’s currently making some negative remarks, I’d like to thank Shannon Saint and his partner Desiree Miles for being a great broadcast team for all my matches. SS: Wait, did he just mention us?! DM: Yes, he did. Now will you finally be nice to him?! SS: I mean, no, but I’ll stop for the rest of his speech at least. Adrien Cochrane: I had some friends in the locker room and whether that friendship was short-term or long-term, it was all part of the journey to get me here. So even if those friendships ended badly or are still in good standing, I’d like to thank Leon Lonewolf, Mariano Fernandez, Aurora Rose, Michael Alexander, Jay Thunder, Danielle Lopez, Ryan Robinson, and Brian Stryker. I can’t possibly continue without thanking Richelle Ross, who definitely helped me push myself from the Platinum Title to the World Title. But the last group I’d like to thank aren’t the people you might expect me to thank. SS: Chris Marks omission alert!! DM: Interesting… Adrien Cochrane: I’d like to thank the rivals I had here in PCW. Heather Monroe was one of the toughest I’ve faced and losing to her in our first match made me push myself to limits I didn’t know I had when it came down for the match for the belt. Draven Logan Kennedy made me fight for something and took me to a new level in our Platinum Title fights. Jerry Matthews is the only man I’ve fought in three different companies and he was one of the best in all three. Even Liam Riley, Michael Morrison, Jessica Harmony, Syn, and the Elite...you guys made me a better wrestler by facing me in the ring. I thank all of you from the bottom of my hearts. This is truly a humbling moment in my life that I will never forget. And I will never forget the memories this company has given me. So what do you say, everyone. How about I give PCW one more match?! How about one more win for the Dropkick King in the PCW ring...ONE...LAST...DANCE!! This motivates all the fans to begin giving their loud cheers once more!! Adrien’s current theme now starts playing as he rolls out of the ring, presumably to get changed into his ring gear.DM: And one last match we are going to get! Adrien Cochrane vs. Draven Logan Kennedy is coming up later tonight!! SS: And Kennedy is going to spoil the Hall of Fame celebrations! DM: Only one way to find out!!
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Nov 28, 2019 20:37:10 GMT -5
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Women’s Wrestling Alliance HARDCORE CHAMPIONSHIP!! Introducing first…
The lights go out in the arena as "SHOCK THE SYSTEM" rings throughout. "Undisputed" by CFO$ plays and the lights on the stage turn on revealing Talia Skye in black and gold ring gear and a leather jacket with tassels. Talia bends down before snapping up as the music hits "BOOM" and points to the crowd on either side. She walks to the ring slapping hands with some of the fans that don't hate the new Killa Queen. She walks up the ring steps and spins around to leans on the ropes. She waits her for the song and when the next "BOOM" comes she points to herself with her thumb before entering the ring through the ropes. Talia spins in the middle slowly to bask in the crowd's reaction before going to her corner to get ready.
Jimmy Wilkes: From Toronto, Canada, weighing in one hundred forty pounds, she is the Killa Queen… TALIA SKYE!!
DM: When this match was announced, I personally wondered how this would go down since they are stablemates now.
SS: Hey, once the fists start flying, stables don’t mean shit. Plus, you know...title on the line…
DM: Well, there is that added motivation.
"Du Hast" by Rammstein hits and the crowd boos extremely loud as Morgan Simmons walks out onto the stage, wearing a black leather jacket with rhinestone details on it over her wrestling attire and the WWA Hardcore Championship around her waist. She looks at the crowd before beginning her ascent down the ramp. Morgan walks down the aisle, and starts talking trash to the fans who reach out to her, almost backhanding the hell out of one of them. After the exchange, she hopped on the apron and steps in-between the ropes. She hopped on the top turnbuckle and looked out into the crowd, raising the Hardcore Championship in the air to even more boos before hopping off and stretching on the ropes before handing her jacket to the attendant at ringside. She admires the Hardcore Championship before handing it to the referee.
Jimmy Wilkes: And her opponent, from Boston, Massachusetts, weighing in at one hundred forty pounds, she is the Brutal Knight and the WWA HARDCORE CHAMPION… MORGAN SIMMONS!!
SS: Welp, the other Horsewoman.
DM: Show at least some enthusiasm. This is a title match. We ain’t got a lot of those in our future together.
SS: It’s not even a PCW title though!!
DM: Oi vey.
DING DING DING
The belt was displayed for all to see before both women started circling one another. Morgan Simmons moves in to swipe a strike on the former Brawl and Womens Champion, but Skye avoids it before landing a stiff kick to the midsection. And with a yank of the hair, Simmons was flipped on her back.
DM: Well, that answers our question about if their friendship would interfere with them giving this match their all.
SS: Good news for us!!
Skye pulls Simmons back up and shoves her into the corner. This precedes a barrage of lefts and rights, which once the referee gets to ten, she stops without needing to be warned. But that doesn’t stop her from lifting her onto the turnbuckle and look to try to do something dangerous.
SS: This match is getting good early! Albeit, a bit one sided.
DM: You may have spoken too soon…
While Skye wanted a superplex, Simmons starts to land a few punches in Skye’s midsection. Since we are in Canada, this gets a little negative reaction from the fans as they watch Skye fall off the turnbuckle. What follows that up sinks the pro-Talia Skye fanbase a bit more…
DM: Missile dropkick!!
SS: This is awesome!!
DM: And cover!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!!
Skye gets her shoulder up. Simmons knows she has to keep the offense going, landing a few stomps to the back of the only person that can say they were the PCW Women’s Champion. Morgan catches her on the way up with a couple of knee lifts and tries the cover again.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!
SS: Still not enough!
DM: Indeed, not nearly enough to put away Talia Skye.
Before Morgan can do anything to keep the advantage, Talia Skye is able to get an arm drag on Simmons. To take one of her arms out of the equation, Skye keeps going with a seated armbreaker. And with big air, the same arm is targeted with a pele kick.
SS: Skye is going at that right arm of Morgan Simmons.
DM: Three straight moves going after that arm. We will have to monitor how this works. Farewell to Arms could be in the works later in the match.
Talia Skye uses this moment to catch her breath as she waits for Morgan Simmons to pull herself back up. She is clearly favoring her left arm immediately after the targets. Once Simmons is up, she is right back down with a headscissors. Cover by Skye.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!
Skye quickly adjusts the whole game on the match from pin attempt to armbar on the right arm. Morgan Simmons quickly starts flailing until she is able to reach the rope just barely with her foot. Skye releases the hold reluctantly, but that doesn’t stop her from landing a Botox Injection the moment Morgan Simmons got back to her feet.
DM: OUCH!!
SS: I heard that kick from over here.
DM: I FELT that kick! Here comes the cover!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!
Somehow, Morgan Simmons gets the shoulder up. This displeases Talia Skye who yanks Simmons back up by her hair...but Simmons comes up with an uppercut!! Simmons follows this up with a spinning heel kick. But the real kicker to Simmons trying to steal the momentum was the follow up to the kick, which was a spear.
DM: That had to knock the wind out of Talia Skye!
SS: These women ain’t young anymore, no.
DM: I mean, Skye might still be in her prime at age 30. Why am I not surprised you’re being ageist though…
SS: Do your job. Call this cover.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!
Skye gets the shoulder up. Skye trips Simmons before getting back to her feet and puts her in a headlock with bad intent, as evidenced by the hair flip.
DM: Here it comes!
SS: She’s still got it. DDG!!
DM: And right in the center of the ring!! Morgan Simmons is down!! And here comes the cover!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR...NO!!!
SS: How did she get the shoulder up after that one?!
DM: She really wants to hold on to this title!
Simmons barely is showing any signs of life as she is feebly trying to pull herself up. Talia Skye, on the other hand, seems to be lining up a kill shot, the Fourth Seal, to be exact. The moment Morgan is up and turns around, she leaps for the knee...but SIMMONS DODGES!!
DM: Ouch, the finishing move missed!! Talia Skye has tumbled to the outside!
SS: And more importantly, Morgan Simmons has a chance to regain her wits.
DM: And even more importantly than that, a count out is possible here.
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Simmons is now standing and looking in the direction of Skye, ready for whatever comes next. Skye is pulling herself up, using the ring to help.
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Skye rolls into the ring, but Simmons was waiting for her with a leg drop. Simmons gets Skye back to her feet and goes for a discus clothesline, but Skye has enough awareness to duck. And clearly wants the Farewell to Arms, but Simmons keeps fighting letting her arm get secured to land the move. Skye eventually sends Simmons into the ropes to hope to try that move again another day, but that turns into a second spear. Skye uses everything she has to not stay down long enough for Simmons to follow up with a pinfall and try to grab the arm one last time for a Farewell to Arms, but Simmons lifts Skye into the air instead.
DM: This could be over!! I think we got a Synn-Full Ride to Hell!!
SS: Annnnnd...she’s been dropped on her head! I think that was all she wrote!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
DING DING DING!!
Jimmy Wilkes: The winner of this bout...and STILL WWA HARDCORE CHAMPION, MORGAN SIMMONS!!
DM: Talia had her on the ropes a bunch, but Morgan Simmons keeps the belt in the end!
SS: Why wasn’t this a hardcore match, by the way?
DM: You know...I don’t have an answer to that.
Talia looks up at Morgan with her belt and gives her a nod and a smile. Talia made her exit up the ramp and saluted the crowd. However, Morgan doesn't realize that Molly Hatchet was standing on the apron. As Morgan just turned around, Molly springboared off the ropes... and PLANTED HER DOWN WITH THE 720 SATELLITE DDT, AND THE FANS GO WILD!
DM: OH MY GOD! IT'S MOLLY HATCHET, and she just LAID OUT Morgan Simmons with The Flying Guillotine!
SS: What the hell is she doing here?
DM: What do you mean? Dani offered extra pay for WWA talents who wanted to stay for this show! And Molly Hatchet took that extra bit of money!
SS: And sent a major statement to Morgan Simmons heading into War Games!
DM: That's also not to be disputed!
Molly Hatchet "straightens out" her jacket before taking her leave through the audience, while Talia Skye stands there on the top of the ramp, clearly remembering that Morgan didn't do a thing to help her out against Jung Moon. Morgan got up and was livid when she saw Talia standing there with a smirk on her face.
DM: I can't say I blame Talia here considering she didn't get any help last night!
SS: This tension between The Horsewomen has to be settled one way or another, no question about it! But right now, I love seeing it crumble right before our very eyes!
DM: I'm sure you do Taint!
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Nov 28, 2019 20:37:56 GMT -5
Liam Reilly is seated backstage, still in his ring gear, staring at the floor. Wringing his hands, with a somewhat ponderous expression on his face, he is unmoving as he hears footsteps approaching. Without looking up, he speaks to the figure now standing next to him.
Liam Reilly: While I'm grateful for what I am sure is going to be a message of congratulations, now is not a good time, Damon.
Damon Warrens: Well that's not the way to greet an old friend dear Liam. I mean especially on the so called sacred grounds of a PCW arena. Besides... why would now be a bad time to see a friendly face? I mean after all you finally ... FINALLY conquered one of the last remaining pillars of mediocrity.
Damon Warrens crouches down so he is at eye level with his seated former partner who still refuses to look at the CCP North American Champion.
Liam sighs before finally looking up at Damon, a telltale reddening around his eyes betraying the fact that he has recently been crying.
Liam: You'd think I'd be overjoyed at what I did out there, wouldn't you. Slaying a demon from my past. Putting right the wrongs I suffered in PCW. But I still went back and applauded Reaper after the match. I showed that there must still be a part of me that cares. Do you know what that is? Weakness. I came here to tear down this cardboard castle...this poisoned paradise. But it's still part of me. I failed.
Kicking the ground with disgust, Liam stares off into the distance.
Liam: I won, but I still failed...
Damon for a second looks as if he genuinely cares about Reilly's woes, but he shakes away the compassion in his eyes and his gaze hardens.
Damon: You're right. You failed. Do you know why? You lost your way. It's what I've told you since you started getting comfortable behind that desk of yours. You have lost sight of what we had in mind in the New Era. You've let your sentiments and heart come to the forefront and look at where that has gotten us. This sham of a company is the perfect example. We tried to care about the fans and the roster... and every one of them stabbed us in the back.
Damon purposefully pauses for effect to let his words sink in. He then points to Liam and himself before continuing.
Damon Warrens: We have always been the ones who knew what was best for this business... and we were willing to be as ruthless and unforgiving to ensure that the integrity of this business was intact. You've got soft though. The man I see in front of me seems to fit in more with ..oh I don't know...Team Lethality than the New Era now. Do you not care about the integrity of pro wrestling.. of companies like CCP? Or do you care more about kissing babies and shaking hands like your little playmate Reaper?
Staring up at Damon with a furrowed brow and an ugly scowl, Liam stands up. Damon follows suit and the two are eye-to-eye again.
Liam: Did you not see me out there? I mangled Reaper's arm until he passed out. Was that not ruthless enough for you? Would you rather I paid homage to the moron that got you fired, and cut Reaper's head off instead? I do believe in the integrity of this business, and I went out there and showed it. Maybe we were in this battle for different reasons. Either way, I had my chance to get my revenge on this place and now I'll never get another. So, unless you've got any bright ideas, or some more criticism to hurl my way, I'm going to get showered and dressed, and then I'm going home.
Damon: Well it just so happens I happen to have both of those things, but for now I'll stick with a bright idea. See dearest Liam there is one person left whom you have yet to exact vengeance upon. Coincidentally it is the same person that I happen to be facing later tonight... for the Cardinal City Pro North American Championship.
Damon looks fondly at the title around his waist.
Damon: Now you may not approve of my attitude or my tactics, but you cannot deny that I have ... pun intended... redeemed the legacy of this championship with my reign. Despite our wonderful company having as much life to it as a Da Xtreme Dynasty in ring promo... I have continued to defend my championship proudly anywhere I can. I am the kind of champion that CCP needs to maintain a pulse. I fear that if "Chloe Savage" were to somehow escape my wrath with this treasure in hand...well CCP as we know it might just cease to exist. We both know that's the farthest thing from what you want. So I leave you with this to consider... how do you kill two birds with one stone and get your retribution against one company whilst simultaneously ensuring the survival of another? Sometimes the most obvious answer really is the right one.
Damon smiles smugly as he takes his leave to go prepare for his last PCW match ever, leaving Liam to stare after him, the ponderous expression returning to his face.
Liam: (to himself) I'm through doing you any favours...old friend...
With his shoulders slumped, Liam turns on his heels and heads towards the locker room.
SS: So now the New Era has tension between them?
DM: For those who have never watched Cardinal City Pro TV, there definitely has been dissension between these two, dating back to when Liam became the General Manager and its only heightened since Damon won the North American Heavyweight Championship earlier this year!
SS: I was just asking! Sheesh!
DM: You don't pay attention to shit, idiot! Up next, we'll have Draven Logan Kennedy against the final ever inductee into the PCW Hall of Fame, "The Dropkick King" himself Adrien Cochrane!
SS: It's Satan's demon against the guy who is all about this #Believe crap! I hate both of them!
DM: I find your takes insufferable! Jimmy, let's get this shit on the road!
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL!
The crowd chants ONE FALL back to Jimmy.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
"I Came To Play" by Downstait hits and Draven Logan Kennedy comes out to the ramp, looking as pissed off as ever.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from London, Ohio, weighing in at 246 pounds! He is a member of the PCW Hall of Fame... "THE APOCALYPTIC MADMAN"... DRAVEN LOGAN KENNEDY!!!
He slowly walks down the ramp, smirking the entire way. He talks trash about the crowd before stepping on the steel steps and enters the ring. He goes to the top rope and looks into the crowd to more boos from the crowd. He hops down and looks rather angrily while standing in his corner.
DM: It's been six years since Draven was last seen in a wrestling environment so he has to be rusty here!
SS: He's unhinged! He's psychotic! He's a fuckin' idiot!
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
The lights turn off for a moment. The dueling guitar riffs from Simple Plan guitarists Sébastien Lefebvre and Jeff Stinco from their song “Last One Standing” as the screen reads “#Believe” in a light blue font. With a solitary spotlight on the top of the ramp, Adrien Cochrane appears the moment Pierre Bouvier’s vocals begin to echo throughout the venue.
“How many times are you gonna try to shut me out? I told you once, told you twice, I ain't going to turn back around You can say whatever, try to mess with me I don't care, I'm not scared You don't have to say you're sorry, save your sympathy With a friend like you, I don't need an enemy I would give you time if you were worth it But guess what, you're not worth it”
Jimmy Wilkes: From New Orleans, Louisiana, weighing in at one hundred ninety pounds, he is now A MEMBER OF THE PCW HALL OF FAME... "The Dropkick King" ...ADRIEN COCHRANE!!
Cochrane looks at the fans from the ramp for a moment, giving a smile as he makes his way down the ramp and to the ring, hitting as many high fives and fist bumps as he can on his way to his destination.
DM: As we saw earlier tonight, Adrien Cochrane is now a Hall of Famer in PCW and it is well deserved!
SS: If I have to see this cheesy good guy shit one more time...
DM: SHUT UP TAINT! Adrien hasn't been seen around PCW in six and a half years! He deserves this night, he deserves to write his own final chapter in the history of this glorious promotion where this was where he became a Main Event player and he certainly hasn't forgotten that!
As Adrien leaps over the ropes to enter the squared circle and removes his black leather jacket to expose his #Believe shirt, he leans on the ropes with his fist in the air to the sound of the chorus.
“Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, I'm always going to be the last one standing Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, because I'm never going to give up trying And now I'm ready to go, I'm here, I'm waiting for you And I'm going be the last one standing”
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And here we go, right out of the gate Draven goes after Adrien! Smart strategy?
SS: Considering a lot of things he's done at the tail end of his PCW tenure didn't go well, might as fuckin' well try it!
Draven threw Adrien off of his game for a bit, but the former PCW World and Platinum Champion eventually came back and delivered some backhanded slaps to the face of Draven, then ran the ropes... and hit a tilt-a-whirl headscissors to take him down. The crowd was fired up as Adrien still looked just as crisp like the last time PCW fans had seen him. Adrien continued the momentum, taking it straight to Draven with a series of shots, and caps off the offense with the Russian Leg Sweep. He hooked the far leg for the cover.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Draven with the kickout at Two!
SS: God dammit! I don't like either of them, but c'mon Draven!
DM: Well we knew who you would pick!
Adrien didn't let up and was continuing his onslaught... but Draven came back with some strikes of his own, before hitting a lifting knee strike to the nose to take down "The Dropkick King". Draven goes to target the head and neck area, looking up for his own cutter the Death Note, and Draven was doing his thing, with various headlocks and head/neck based holds to ground the high-flyer. At one point, Adrien was about to fade and had hit a jawbreaker to cause a brief separation. He ran the ropes... but Draven caught him in the face with a spinning wheel kick! Draven quickly hooked the leg.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
Now Adrien kicked out at Two! Draven looked downright annoyed but he was continuing on like a madman, wanting to bust up Adrien. To his credit, he was faring a bit better in that task but deep down he knew it would take a lot to eliminate his longtime foe. Draven whipped Adrien into a corner, then followed in... Clothesline! But Draven still has ahold of Adrien, and planted him down with a bulldog! Draven wasn't satisfied with that sequence of moves as he rose Adrien to his feet... and executed a kick to the back of his head. Draven made another cover.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: Adrien kicked out AGAIN!
SS: How the fuck is he doing this!? This is unreal!
DM: Ade has always had heart, Taint! He has never quit and doesn't plan on quitting anytime soon!
SS: So he's always had more guts than brains!
DM: He has both, which is more than I can say for you!
Draven looked irate as he thought he had it after a brutal looking kick. He stomped on Adrien constantly until he thought for sure he was down. He heard the jeering from the crowd and flipped them off before going to the top rope. He flipped Adrien off then went for the Frog Splash... but Adrien got his knees up, connecting to Draven's ribs, with the Apocalyptic Madman writhing in major amounts of pain.
DM: That's going to hurt! Draven is down hurt as all hell!
SS: No kidding! Draven just shouting out any and all obscenities out there!
DM: That's just how he is!
Adrien is now up, fatigued. Draven gets to a knee, but just as he got to his feet, Adrien grabbed him neck first... ADRIEN CUTTER! Adrien just DROVE DRAVEN DOWN with the Adrien Cutter, and "The Apocalyptic Madman" is OUT! Adrien was exhausted, then landed on top of Draven, hooking a leg for the cover.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner by pinfall... "The Dropkick King"... ADRIEN COCHRANE!!!
"Last One Standing" by Simple Plan plays and the fans are ELATED that Adrien picked up the win and was able to write his own ending for PCW.
DM: These wonderful people who filled this place are cheering for Adrien, and I can't say I blame them one bit! This is a moment for sure!
SS: Yeah yeah the little gnat won, and I'm going to puke!
DM: Why can't you be happy or nice to somebody for once? A little kindness can go a long way, be more like Adrien Cochrane you miserable twit!
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Nov 28, 2019 20:38:51 GMT -5
We transition to the back where Kelly Hampton stands alongside both Angelina Williams and Derek Saunders.
Kelly Hampton: Ladies and gentlemen, I am of course Kelly Hampton, 2017 Cardinal City Pro Non Wrestling Personality of the Year, and I am the managerial presence of Mi Pi Sexy. A group that may not have existed all that long, but we made our impact towards the present culture of professional wrestling.
Kelly pauses for a moment.
Kelly Hampton: To my left is one of Canada's greatest talents. A five star athlete, a ring general, a total badass if you will. She breaks bitches in half and doesn't mince words about it. She's also a total down to earth woman as well. I give to you The Fallen Angel... Angelina Williams.
Angelina looks intense.
Kelly Hampton: Standing behind me is a fellow Canadian in his own right. He's been breaking barriers and faces his whole life. He is a fashion designer and a damn good makeup artist in his own right. I give to you Derek Saunders.
Derek has a smile on his face, but Angelina interrupts.
Angelina Williams: Isn't there supposed to be four people here?
Kelly Hampton: Yes, yes it is. But have no fear, because to complete this foursome. This particular woman came into this business with a lot of potential, and has become a bigger star than anybody thought she would become. She was born into money, carries herself like a Bo$$ and she knows she has the style to get it done. Ladies and gentlemen, it is my absolute honour, pleasure AND PRIVLEGE to introduce the completion of this one night reunion. I give you the current reigning and defending UNDISPUTED WWA WORLD CHAMPION.... REYYYYYYNA CARTERRRRRRR!
Reyna Carter walks in, WWA World Championship on her shoulder as she sports a diamond studded hoodie over her ring attire. She gives the three of them a hug before standing beside Kelly and Angelina.
Reyna Carter: It's so good to be back here in PCW, and especially a blessing that it is held in the greatest country and GREATEST CITY of them all, Toronto, Ontario, Canada.
Reyna flashes a smile.
Reyna Carter: While we certainly weren't here long, what we've done after PCW individually you cannot take away from us. Angelina has been a success in various places, Derek is a high-profile fashion entrepreneur. Kelly is a wonderful manager and successful promoter. And yours truly has won numerous championships across the globe, and is a two time AND CURRENT WWA World Champion.
Rey flashes her World Title.
Reyna Carter: And tonight, I will retain my prized possession and end this feud with Mariah Lopez ONCE AND FOR ALL! Mariah, we have been at this for years. You're the only one left out of those cancerous Ninja's, and I will end it. Once I'm done with you, it'll be on to Eavan Maloney at Wildcard VII. I may have never gotten a win over her...but that'll change come December 6th. I'm ready for it all, and once that bell rings, its mothefucking Bo$$ Time. Let's go.
The four Mi Pi Sexy members leave as we go back to ringside.
DM: Rey is fired up for her World Title defense against Mariah Lopez!
SS: If she wins, she'll go on to face Eavan Maloney at Wildcard VII: Canadian Chaos! But if Mariah wins, she says she will pull double duty by not only competing in War Games, but also defend the title! She is so great!
DM: We'll get back to that another time! Up next is the Barbed Wire Steel Cage! The longstanding rivalry between "Chloe Savage" and Damon Warrens will be settled tonight!
SS: Their feud largely is centered from behind the scenes bullshit, but tonight, they're going to go out there and cause one another to bleed! This is going to be exciting!
DM: Take it away, Jimmy!
We pan to the ring where the cage is lowered and barbed wire is all around the cage itself. We then hear the iconic voice of Jimmy Wilkes into a microphone...
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is a BARBED WIRE STEEL CAGE MATCH and it is for the CARDINAL CITY PRO NORTH AMERICAN HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
The lights go out as the opening notes of "The Nobodies" by Marilyn Manson plays. Very dim lighting hits the entrance and the Nitemare King Damon Warrens slowly stalks out on stage. He has a kendo stick in one hand resting on his shoulder as he moves his head to scan the crowd.
Jimmy Wilkes: On his way to the ring, from San Diego California, by way of Toronto Canada, weighing in at 225 pounds, representing the ideals of the New Era.... he is FEAR ITSELF and the CARDINAL CITY PRO NORTH AMERICAN HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WORLD... DAMON WARRENS!
Damon drifts down to the ring. He walks to the right side and climbs the apron. He grabs the middle rope with his free hand and on one knee leans out reaching his kendo stick out to the crowd. He suddenly snaps back rolling into the ring. He crouches as if waiting to attack before standing and slowly removing his mask to reveal an equally expressionless face with pure white eyes. He goes to his corner to remove his jacket and shirt and top drop his weapon before crouching in the corner and tilting his head as he stares towards his opponent.
DM: Damon Warrens is a man on a mission for revenge! This isn't about a championship, this is about retribution!
SS: Whether you want to pick sides or not, Damon felt he was wronged and a lot of people agree with him on this one!
DM: I'm certainly one of those people Taint! Damon made a lot of legitimate points when I had him on my show two months ago!
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent!
"Like a Lady" by CFO$ plays and the fans cheer as "The Drag Queen of Hardcore" Chloe Savage comes out from the back. He poses on the stage as the pink lights shine bright with a single spotlight shone directly on him.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Beverly Hills, California, weighing in at 203 pounds! He is the "DRAG QUEEN OF HARDCORE"... CHLOE SAVAGE!
Chloe fans himself off before walking down the aisle, slapping hands with the fans before stepping onto the apron and entering the ring under the bottom rope. He goes to the top turnbuckle and waves to the adoring fan base, blowing kisses and adulation towards them before meeting at the center of the ring to pose once more.
SS: What the fuck is this shit?
DM: He's expressing himself! I find it odd too, but "Chloe" is all about having fun and being himself!
SS: I'm just going to keep certain thoughts to myself here!
DM: That's a surprise!
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: For the first and only time in PCW history, we will have a Barbed Wire Steel Cage match!
SS: This is going to be brutal!
The two of them immediately went after one another, clearly not forgetting the hatred they share for one another. Savage went for rights and lefts first which was connecting to Damon's face... but Damon came back with some shots of his own before throwing Savage into the cage, busting him open in the process much earlier than one had expected. Damon looked down at Chloe and started beating him incessantly, and the fans are rather split as there are Damon's home state fans and those who can't stand Chloe.
DM: Damon is in control early, and he has some fanfare here!
SS: This is Canada! When are we leaving this shithole?
DM: First, it's not a shithole! Second, Canadian's do stand behind their own, that we've known for years! Third, just fuck off already!
Damon continued the beating on Savage, grabbing a piece of barbed wire and opening up the wound. He felt proud of himself and managed to get Savage up, although he was toying with him for a bit... but that proved to be a mistake as Savage fired back with a backfist to Damon before jumping up with a savant kick to the jaw. The "Drag Queen of Hardcore" was fired up, although more serious than he normally is. Still, he paraded around the ring before whipping Damon into the corner where he hit a Stinger Splash. Damon slumped down in the corner, and Savage then ran in... and executed a Bronco Buster to the "Nitemare King".
SS: What in the hell is this outlaw mudshow play rassler bullshit?
DM: It's a Bronco Buster! It's a move that's been used for years!
SS: This whole thing reeks of garbage wrestling at its finest! They're exposing the business dammit!
DM: Now if there were bloody tampons being pulled out of certain parts of the woman anatomy, then I would agree with you! But this is a match of violent tendencies and its only going to get more extreme as we go along!
Savage is flaunting his stuff and the fans are loving it, while Damon is frustrated. Damon goes after him, but Savage evades him, then rams Damon face first into the side of the cage. He does so again... and again... and again... and one final time for good measure before wrapping barbed wire around his fist and starts jabbing at Damon's forehead, immediately busting him open, and now both competitors are bloodied here... but Chloe is embracing it, especially as he continues to beat the hell out of Damon with the fist wrapped in barbed wire.
DM: Ja... I mean Chloe is maiming Damon Warrens here, and you have to believe he isn't just doing this strictly for business!
SS: Of course not! This freak is out of his damn mind! He's always had psychotic tendencies, but they're blasted way up here!
Chloe, feeling that Damon is out of it, goes to escape the cage through the door... but Damon ends up grabbing him by the leg as he also uses him to get back up. Chloe from there, went for an enzuigiri... but Damon ducked it, then hit a German Suplex that spiked Chloe on his head. Damon now grabbed some barbed wire of his own and started whipping Chloe with it as if it were a leather strap, and the cuts were clearly forming on Chloe's back with him screaming in agony as the barbed wire was eating at his flesh. Damon had a sick and twisted smile on his face as he wrapped the barbed wire across Chloe's throat, choking the life out of him with it.
DM: Good Lord! This is some hangman's brutality shit!
SS: Vicious and violent! Just the way I like it!
Damon dropped Chloe to the ground and gloated to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He hurls Chloe up... and drops him with a Badd Dream, but is taking his time escaping the cage. The referee opens up the door, but as soon as Damon was about to escape, Chloe begins to grab the foot of "The Nitemare King" and pulled him back in while the cage door shut. Chloe and Damon continued to fight one another, both heavily bleeding from various areas on their bodies. Chloe was starting to get the upperhand, rallying back after being decimated by Damon, right to the point where he hit Da Xtreme Knockout from outta nowhere.
DM: Moment of truth time! Which of these two will get up?
SS: This has been wild!
DM: Savage is trying to escape!
Chloe attempts to crawl his way to the cage door, albeit slowly due to the amount of damage he took. He was almost there... BUT THE CAGE DOOR SLAMS RIGHT IN HIS FACE! The camera pans to the door and its Liam Reilly with his hands on the door as Chloe went flying back.
DM: THAT'S LIAM REILLY! LIAM REILLY HAS CLOSED THE DOOR ON "CHLOE SAVAGE" AND THE VICTORY!
SS: The New Era is once again right with each other! And Baker got screwed BIG TIME!
Chloe is down, bleeding even more, and Damon is starting to stir to his feet. He focuses in on Chloe, gets him up and hooks him in position... then HITS HIM WITH THE MERCY KILLING! Chloe is OUT OF IT! Damon gets back up, and Liam keeps the door open to allow his old New Era stablemate to escape for the victory.
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner via ESCAPE... "THE NITEMARE KING".... DAMON WARRENS!
"The Nobodies" by Marilyn Manson plays and the crowd gives off a large mixed reaction as Damon Warrens and Liam Reilly embrace one another.
DM: Damon finally exterminated a demon that has plagued his career, and my god "Chloe Savage" is bleeding!
SS: That was brutal! That was ungodly! That was awesome!
Damon and Liam quickly get back in the ring and start viciously beating up on Chloe, much to the delight of the Toronto crowd. After having just been in an excruciating contest, Chloe can barely defend himself, much less is fully aware of what is going on. The former CCP Tag Team Champions are putting a major hurting on Chloe as Liam gets him up and places him in a Flapjack position. As he turned, Damon ran up and hit the Bulldog, completing the Tower of London.
DM: TOWER OF LONDON! TOWER OF LONDON! Liam and Damon have just LAID OUT Chloe Savage!
SS: After all of these years, they got their revenge against the one person who screwed them over the most!
"The Nobodies" by Marilyn Manson hits as both Damon Warrens and Liam Reilly give one another a hug before standing tall together, to mostly boos from the crowd. The two of them spit on the body of Chloe Savage before making their way to the back.
DM: We're going to have to get all of this cleaned up, especially as up next is the Triple Threat match as Syn takes on Yoshiru Long and Curtis Wilkes!
SS: The Elite versus The Master of Shadows! These three excel in mind games, and are former PCW World Champions! I'm so looking forward to this!
DM: Let's not waste anytime in getting this one underway!
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Nov 28, 2019 20:39:35 GMT -5
We pan to the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH scheduled for ONE FALL!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
Duality hits, and the lights go off in the arena, signaling the arrival of Syn. They come up moments later, and Syn is sitting down indian style on The Announce Table. He smirks darkly, before he jumps off and walks over to the steel steps, then enters the ring.
Jimmy Wilkes: In the ring, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at 216 pounds... SYN!!!
He calmly removes his trench coat and hands it to a stage hand, before he walks over to a corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle, sitting down as he waits for the match to begin.
DM: And here he is! Syn, a two time PCW World Heavyweight Champion, the very first person to have done that!
SS: The man has had brutal feuds with the two men in this match, Ryan "The Reaper" Robinson and Danielle Lopez among notable names!
DM: You never know what to expect from "The Master of Shadows"!
Jimmy Wilkes: And now participant number two!
The lights in the stadium go dark as the crowd falls into a hush. Chanting begins to sound throughout the stadium as a wall of flames blasts off on the stage. As the flames die down, a red glow falls over the arena. The chants abruptly stop as 'Forfeit' by Chevelle begins to play, the crowd responding with a chorus of boos. Blood sits on a throne of skulls placed center-stage wearing red, leather armor and bone skull Kabuto. On both sides of the throne are two men in gold armor wearing gold wolf masks, one knelt in front of the other. Blood stands from the throne and slowly makes his way down the aisle.
Jimmy Wilkes: On his way to the ring, from Tokyo, Japan and weighing in at two hundred forty-five pounds... BLOOD!!!
Blood climbs on to the apron, facing the crowd. He extends his arms outward as flames blast up from the ringposts. After the flames die off, Blood lowers his arms and climbs into the ring. His music fades as the lights return to normal. He takes off the Kabuto and leather armor, handing it to an official outside.
SS: Channeling his inner Mortal Kombat with some Shao Kahn cosplay tonight, Des!
DM: As despicable as he is, I think it suits him.
SS: Damn right! He has a conqueror's blood flowing through him!
The lights in the stadium go out once again.
DM: And the stadium is back to black.
“Of Wolf And Man” by Metallica erupts in the arena. After a moment, spotlights focus on the throne, Curtis Wilkes standing on top of it in torn black jeans and a torn black jean jacket, a gold wolf mask covering his face. The four men in the gold armor that were standing next to the throne rest on their knees, arms up to praise Wilkes. Wilkes rips off the wolf's mask, extending his arms out to the side as he stares toward the ring with a smirk. The arena falls to a golden hue as he tosses the mask to the side and climbs down from the throne, beginning his way down the aisle. As he slowly approaches the ring, the for men in gold armor and wolf masks crawl behind, following.
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Sydney, Australia. Weighing in at two hundred seventy pounds, “The Aussie Psycho”... CURTIS WILKES!!!
Wilkes slides into the ring, crawling toward the center as his followers circle the ring. After a brief staredown with Blood from the outside, Wilkes rises to his feet. He walks over to the ropes, climbing to the middle and leaning over, extending his arms from his sides. The followers kneel on the apron with their heads bowed on both sides of Wilkes. After soaking in the boos from the crowd, Wilkes hops down from the ropes. He walks over to the corner and drops down as his music fades, the lights returning to normal.
SS: Curtis Wilkes coming here tonight with a mission!
DM: I think it's worth noting, both Blood and Wilkes are wearing those red, white, and blue armbands with 'PLEDGE' written on them. They are wearing them in honor of CWF legend and Hall of Famer Pledge Allegiance who tragically passed away a year ago.
SS: I think it's worth noting that we are about to witness three former World Heavyweight Champions tear this building down here in Toronto in just a matter of minutes!
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And here we go, this Two on One handicap match is underway!
SS: Triple Threat, Des! Are you implying Blood and Curtis will make this two on one against Syn?
DM: I'm not just implying it, I'm outright saying it!
Syn looks around his surroundings, knowing he has to contend with BOTH members of The Elite. He starts striking at anything that moves towards him. The strategy, even for a short time, proved to be successful. However, he missed a forearm attempt on Blood, which allowed Curtis to re-enter the fray. Both members of The Elite began to double team Syn, each taking turns hitting him with suplexes. Blood was the first to make a cover on Syn.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
Curtis pulled Blood off of Syn, then went for a cover himself.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
Now it was Blood who pulled Curtis off of Syn.
DM: Tensions early within The Elite perhaps?
SS: Nonsense! They're competitors, there's literally no hatred, unlike what we see with certain Horsewomen members towards Reyna Carter!
DM: At least your bitch-ass isn't throwing Talia into this like you usually do!
Curtis and Blood have a little tension towards each other, but they go back to Syn. However, Syn was playing possum a bit and started hitting Curtis, throwing him out of the ring before focusing on Blood, hitting him with lefts and rights before dropping him with a suplex of his own. Syn doesn't waste time and goes back to Curtis Wilkes, moving at a fast pace all the while fighting against the odds. Syn rocked Blood with an uppercut, then an Inverted Atomic Drop, and finished it off with the High Angle Neckbreaker! He hooked the leg for the cover...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: Blood managed to kick out at the count of Two!
SS: Syn is going to have to do more to put Blood away, and I know he knows this for a fact!
Syn throws Blood out of the ring. Curtis came back into the picture and threw a couple of shots at Syn. But Syn came back with his own lefts and rights, before dropping him down with a Tornado DDT. Syn was on fire and picked Curtis back up, whipping him into a corner and hitting him with a Stinger Splash! Curtis stumbled out and Syn grabbed him for position... hitting a neck-locked backbreaker! He now hooks the leg of Curtis...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
Blood broke that up at the last second, and went after Syn. Syn fought back though, but Blood cut off his momentum by countering a Flatliner attempt and turned that into a running powerslam, but he himself was down due to the damage he had taken from Syn earlier. Curtis was starting to stir to his feet, and waited for somebody to get up. Blood was the one to get up to his feet, and Curtis springboarded off the ropes... CROSSBODY! DOWN GOES BLOOD! Curtis also had the pin...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
DM: And Blood with the kickout at the count of Two!
SS: This is fast paced between three former World Champions! They're leaving it all on the line for their final PCW match against each other!
Curtis didn't waste any time in staying on Blood, getting him up to his feet... and hitting a devastating neckbreaker. He focused his energy towards Syn, but Syn fought back briefly until getting cut off by "The Aussie Psycho". Syn doubled over, and Curtis went behind him... hitting a Dragon Suplex, complete with the pin attempt...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
... But Syn kicked out! Curtis was starting to show frustration as he couldn't quite put the match away. Curtis decided to go high risk against Syn, climbing the turnbuckle, looking to go for a 450 Splash... NOBODY HOME AS SYN MOVED OUT OF THE WAY! Curtis crashed and burned on the mat as Syn got to his feet and ran towards him... PENDELUM BACKBREAKER! But little did "The Master of Shadows" know that Blood was back to his feet, and Syn ran into a sitout front suplex.
DM: Yoshiru Long just hit the first big move of the night, but can he capitalize?
SS: Hopefully The Elite does something! I need Blood or Curt to win this match! DO IT FOR PLEDGE BABY!
Blood was feeling it, and was moments away from getting the win. He and Syn continued to go at it, with Syn getting the upperhand, grazing Yoshiru long enough to attempt The Killing Joke…. NO! Blood managed to block it before getting Syn onto his shoulders in a Fireman Carry position before hitting the double knee facebreaker… HELLBRINGER! SYN IS OUT OF IT! But Blood isn’t done as he noticed Curtis just now getting to a seated position. He looked at Syn who was out of it, then back at Curtis before running in… AND BLASTING HIM WITH SAY GOODNIGHT!
DM: SAY GOODNIGHT! THAT RUNNING KNEE ALWAYS GETS THE JOB DONE!
SS: Yes IT DOES! THIS IS ELITE BABY! YEAH!
DM: Blood has the cover! This has got to be it!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner of the match by pinfall… BLOOD!!
"Forfeit' by Chevelle begins to play and there's a mixed reaction as Blood gets his arm raised for victory.
DM: And for the final time in PCW history, Yoshiru Long was victorious!
SS: You can call him Yoshiru, or even Blood that's more known from his CWF days, the fact is this man along with Curtis Wilkes poured their heart and soul's into this business and they have nothing to be ashamed of! The Elite is without question one of the greatest groups to ever be in this company!
DM: Obvious ass kissing aside, they are very good and have the resume's to match! But don't forget Syn who had one of the greatest two year stretches of any competitor in the history of this sport!
SS: He was WKF's greatest asset, and he parlayed that into a legendary career! These three are the best of the best, no question about it!
DM: Up next though! Our third championship match, this one being for the WWA World Championship!
SS: This has HUGE IMPLICATIONS for Wildcard VII: Canadian Chaos where the winner defends the title against Eavan Maloney who's sitting in the front row mind you!
DM: That is true! Jimmy, take it away!
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Nov 28, 2019 20:40:49 GMT -5
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL, and it is for the WWA WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP! The crowd cheers.Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first! The lights turn out in the arena. Smoke fills the entrance way as the beginning of Slipknot's "Killpop" plays throughout the arena. The slow creepy beginning is heard loud throughout the arena, followed by Corey Taylor's voice.She’s sticking needles in her skin I turn with an ugly grin Her canvas doesn’t leave a lot to fantasy But her peace of mind can’t stay inside the lines It’s so confusing, the methods that she’s using She knows she shouldn’t leave a mark that I can see Will she ever find one million of a kind? It’s cold and lonely, but that’s because she told me Lost inside her dirty world, No one hurts this pretty girl but her As the melody part stops, the music does as well. Seconds later, "Never Enough" by Five Finger Death Punch plays and the crowd BOOS as loudly as they can as Mariah Lopez walks out from the back with an aluminum baseball bat in her hand. She looks around the arena before making her way down the aisle throughout all of the smoke.Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, from San Diego, California, weighing in at 125 pounds... "The Latina Ninja" MARIAH LOPEZ!!! She nods her head in acknowledgment to the crowd before stepping on the steps and entering the ring through the bottom rope. Mariah raises her bat in the air before laying it down in the corner and waits for the match to begin.DM: For the PCW audience, this Mariah Lopez is a lot different than what you've seen when the promotion was up and running! She was the smiley happy go-lucky good girl, but changed in 2018 when she became a self-centered jackass who damn near sunk WWA for good! SS: She's not a jackass though! She's rehabilitated her image and perception... well to most people except The Horsewomen! Mariah should be humanitarian of the year ten times over! DM: I'm very skeptical of Mariah being a genuine human being again, but we'll see! Jimmy Wilkes: And now her opponent! "Money" by Cardi B hits and the entire arena stands up in ovation. The lights shine bright as Toronto's own Reyna Carter walks out from the back with a smirk on her face and the WWA World Championship belt around her waist as she's carrying the Canadian Flag. Reyna walks down the aisle, and tags every single hand that reaches out for her.Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, from TORONTO, ONTARIO, CANADA, weighing in at 115 pounds! She is a member of The Horsewomen and the WWA WORLD CHAMPION! "The Glam Boss" REYNA CARTER!!! She hops on the apron and gets in the ring through the bottom rope. Rey gets on the rope and looks at the crowd before raising her title high in the air to even more cheers. Once Reyna gets down, she takes off her glamourous looking hooded jacket and hands it to a ringside attendant before looking at her opponent with a focused expression on her face, while handing the title belt to the referee.DM: If you want to talk different, Reyna Carter's attitude since PCW's second folding in 2013 has done a complete 360! She came in as an entitled brat who thought her shit didn't stink, but with the mentorship of Talia Skye, she has become a model citizen who is all about honor and respect for this business! SS: She's the cheesy good gal, complete with the kissing babies crap! It's disgusting, and she's fucking adored by all of these syrup sucking bastards in Canada! DM: Wrestling fans all across the world are wonderful people! You're a sorry excuse of a human being to be quite honest! DING! DING! DING! The bell sounds and both champion and challenger for this WWA World Championship match are face-to-face, nose-to-nose. Mariah is jaw-jacking, but Reyna is dishing it out in return. They continued until Mariah slaps the shit out of Reyna across the face. Reyna didn't look pleased to say the least, and just struck Mariah in the face and the fight is on. The hatred these two have for each other is red hot to say the least. Reyna continued with the shots before she hit the Rich Girls Dream! Mariah was down and Rey went for the very first cover of this match...1!
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No! DM: A little too early there, but I like Rey's strategy nonetheless! SS: She's not going to win you know! DM: I dunno dummy! Whoever wins will face Eavan Maloney in thirteen days at WWA's Wildcard VII: Canadian Chaos! Reyna continued the pressure and struck Mariah in any way she could. She got Mariah back to her feet and hit an uppercut before whipping her into a corner. She ran in looking for a splash... but Mariah got her knees up in time before going to the top rope. Reyna stumbled and turned around as Mariah dove off... CROSSBODY! Reyna is down and Mariah now has the upperhand. Reyna got up but Mariah stayed on her by hitting a running knee to the face to take her back down to the mat. Mariah gloated and taunted the extremely rabid Toronto natives, to in which they were booing her very heavily in response.DM: I'm assuming Mariah wants to get out of here alive, and if she does, she might want to tone it down just a bit! SS: These pissant's aren't going to do a thing! They're soft like charmin toilet paper! Mariah is loving the negative reaction she is getting and slaps Reyna across the head multiple times before kicking her back down to the mat and locking in a side headlock to slow the pace down which angers the crowd even more. Reyna however got to her feet, but Mariah was on that and hit a Cobra Clutch Slam to take her back down! Mariah got back to her feet and was waiting for Reyna to get to hers. Reyna managed to get back to a vertical standing... and Mariah hit her with a Crane Kick to the face! She hooked the leg...1!
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No! SS: What the fuck ref!? What the fuck was that shit!? DM: Obviously if you have ever paid attention, it's going to take a hell of a lot more than that to keep Reyna Carter down for a Three count! Mariah isn't letting up as the strikes are still raining down on Reyna with fury before she drives another knee to the face of the current and two time WWA World Champion! Mariah is very methodically beating down on the champion, picking her spots and striking whenever she feels like it. Mariah goes right back to the top rope and flies off, hitting Reyna with a Hurricanrana to take her down. Reyna got back up, but Mariah didn't allow her any time to get back into it as the former WWA World Champion hit her with a second Crane Kick before locking in the Sleeper Hold.SS: THERE IT IS DES! NAP TIME FOR REYNA CARTER! DM: Oh good god no! Whatever you must do Rey, GET OUT OF THE HOLD AND DON'T LET THAT PIECE OF SHIT WIN! Mariah has the hold locked in. Reyna tries desperately to get out of it, but is fading fast. Despite it, she still tries to fight it but Mariah synches it in tighter than ever and Reyna ultimately fades out of it. Mariah is screaming profanities while tightening the hold. Mariah demands the referee to start raising Reyna's arms three times so she can once again become WWA World Champion! Referee Jack Payne does just that and raises Reyna's arm... and it falls down for One! He does it again... and the arm drops down for a second time! Payne goes to raise it a third time... but right before it fell down, Reyna started showing life, refusing to say die and the crowd jumps up in elation.DM: REYNA CARTER IS STILL ALIVE TAINT! SS: SON OF A BITCH! The support of the crowd is giving Reyna Carter some life as she feeds off the energy and manages to get back to a vertical base. She drives a few forearms to the mid-section to cause some separation, then strikes at Mariah in the face to cause her to become dazed and confused. Rey is all fired up as she runs the ropes, then towards Mariah as she leaps up... and hits Mariah with the Glam Kick to take her down, but after all the damage she endured in this match, Reyna too is down. Jack Payne from there, begins his count...1!
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10---NO! Just barely before the ten count, both champion and challenger got to their feet. Neither Reyna or Mariah want the match to end in a draw! Mariah strikes at Reyna to massive boos from the Canadian faithful... but Reyna hits a right that draws a massive ovation from her fellow country citizens. Back and forth the two of them go and neither had the upperhand until Reyna blocked a right from Mariah, and went to town with a fury of strikes of her own, before hitting the Lifting single underhook DDT she calls the Toronto's Finest Hour! Reyna quickly hooked the leg, thinking she had it...1!
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NO!!!! DM: OH MY GOD! THAT WAS CLOSE! SS: Holy shit! Mariah is thankfully still in it! Reyna was a tad surprised as she thought she had it but wasn't going to argue with the referee. Reyna was waiting for Mariah to get up, with the latter crawling to the ropes to get herself up at a turnbuckle. Reyna went in for the Mean Girls Problems dropkick that is part one of her ending sequence to matches... but Mariah moved out of the way, and Reyna's skull bounced off the padding. Mariah got up, and grabbed Reyna before going for it...DM: STFU DRIVER! DAMMIT MARIAH JUST NAILED REYNA WITH THE STFU DRIVER! SS: YESSSS! WE'RE ABOUT TO HAVE A NEW WORLD CHAMPION! I'M EXCITED! DM: Mariah has the leg hooked! KICK OUT REYNA! PLEASE KICK OUT! 1!
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3---NO!!!! DM: OH MY GOD! REYNA. JUST. KICKED. OUT! SS: I'm... I'm speechless! DM: Nobody has ever kicked out of the STFU Driver until now! SS: What the fuck does she have to do to win back the title? Mariah is livid beyond belief as she thought she had this one won with her finishing move. She is arguing with Jack Payne before she goes back to attacking Reyna furiously. Reyna gets back to her feet and Mariah runs up... LETHAL IMPACT! Reyna is down, and Mariah is still very much in control. Mariah, sensing that the end is near and knowing the STFU Driver didn't work, began stomping her foot on the ground, signaling for Potential Brain Damage, perfected by her cousin Danielle. Reyna got to her feet and Mariah went for it...DM: POTENTIAL BRAIN DAMAGE... NO! REYNA DUCKED IT! SS: WHAT!? DM: Reyna ducked it, and has whipped Mariah into the corner before running in after her... MEAN GIRLS PROBLEMS! THAT DROPKICK CONNECTED ON THE BUTTON! SS: OH FUCK NO! DM: Mariah stumbles out and Reyna goes for it... INFERIORITY COMPLEX! REYNA HAS HIT THE INFERIORITY COMPLEX! SS: SON OF A BITCH NO! DM: REY HAS THE COVER! THIS ONE IS OVER! 1!
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3! Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner, and STIIIILLLL WWA WORLD CHAMPION! "The Glam Boss" REYNA CARTER!!! "Money" by Cardi B plays and the sold out crowd in the Rogers Centre is on their feet as one of their own is still the WWA World Champion.DM: Reyna Carter is STILL WWA World Champion! Rey will now defend the title against Eavan Maloney in thirteen days! SS: These two put on a great match, and now a rivalry has come to a close! Reyna raises up the WWA World Championship high in the air. Mariah on the otherhand, starts to stir but is clearly loopy from the Inferiority Complex. Just as Reyna was about to leave the ring, Mariah grabbed her arm and preventing her from leaving.DM: What the hell is going on? Does Mariah want more? SS: I don't know! I honestly have no clue! Reyna gets back in the ring and both her and Mariah are face-to-face once more. The two of them stare at one another... until Mariah extends her hand. Reyna looked at the hand, then around the arena, wondering whether or not this is a trap.DM: What do you think she's going to do? SS: I would shake her hand, but that's just me! Reyna continues to look around, then back at Mariah and questions whether this is a set up. Mariah mouths off "it's not, its genuine". Reyna looks around again... and shakes Mariah's hand, officially burying the hatchet between the two of them once and for all. Mariah raises Reyna's hand in victory as the crowd gives a standing ovation for both wrestlers.DM: I have to say, I was wrong about Mariah! Mariah finally did the right thing, and was actually genuine! SS: I've said it all along, she's a genuine person! Maybe now this will shut people up! DM: Maybe, but one thing we can say is Mariah Lopez has officially turned over a new leaf and is at least forgiven by one of her harshest critics, Reyna Carter! Mariah leaves the ring and tags a few hands before going to the back. Reyna then notices Eavan once more and raises the WWA World Championship, saying "thirteen days". Eavan gives a sly smirk telling Reyna the title will be hers. The two of them trade words back and forth as the camera pans back to the ring.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Nov 28, 2019 20:41:30 GMT -5
Jimmy Wilkes: The following contest is a LAST PERSON STANDING MATCH!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first!
The world is a vampire... sent to drain... Secret destroyers... hold you up to the flames... and what do I get?... for my painnnn...
The arena plunges into complete and total darkness and as the first few strains of "Bullet With Butterfly Wings" by The Smashing Pumpkins thunder from the sound system, there is a worldwing of smoke, blindingly white. It fills out the entire arena, to where very little things can be seen.
Despite all my rage... I am still just a rat in a cage... Despite all my rage... I am still just a rat in cage... Someone will say what is lost can never be saved...
Jimmy Wilkes: Making her way to the ring, from Raleigh, North Carolina... BRYTAIN ROLLINS!!!
Brytain Rollins bursts onto the stage after most of the smoke clears, her pink hair flying around her and a cocky smirk on her face. Pausing at the top of the ramp, she smirks as the heavy beat of the music vibrates throughout the arena. Brytain stalks down towards the ring, grabbing the second rope and quickly hopping onto the ring apron.
Tell me I'm the only one... Tell me there's no other one...
As the last few strains of her music dies out, Brytain sits with her back against the ropes and her head tilted in cocky amusement.
Jimmy Wilkes: And her opponent!
The opening guitar riff from Linkin Park's ‘Waiting For The End’ plays, followed by that haunting double piano note as all of the lights in the arena blast to full white. The lights start to slowly fade to darkness as every spotlight in the joint floods the entranceway with bright white light. Smith Jones comes out onto the stage dressed in a shiny white robe with sparkly silver trim. The Alpha Pro Wrestling World Title is securely fastened around his waist. Jones stops at the top of the ramp and looks out across the crowd as many of them chant "I'm right here! I'm right here! I'm right here!"
Jimmy Wilkes: Making his way to the ring, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada... weighing in at 229 pounds.. SMITH JONES!!!
Smith strides confidently down to ringside. He mounts the steel ring steps and wipes his feet respectfully on the ring apron before parting the ropes and taking centre. He steps forward to towards the ropes and removes his championship belt, hanging it from the top rope and snapping it in place. He raises his right fist in the air and looks up at it. Smith opens his hand and spreads his fingers out wide as he lets go of everything outside the ring and focuses on the fight before him. Jones removes his robe and hands it to ringside before stretching up for the match. The referee unsnaps The World Title belt and removes it from the top rope, handing it to the timekeeper. Smith sports that signature stone scowl that says everything is not going to be okay for his opponent.
*DING! DING! DING!*
Perhaps for the final time, these two face off against each other. Longtime bitter rivals for the Broadcast Championship, their intent is to just brutalize the living shit out of each other one last time. The two of them are face-to-face and the crowd is eating this encounter up. Brytain was the first to strike with a hard right, and Smith had a giant smirk on his face, almost as if he wanted it more aggressive. Not to be outdone, Smith Jones BLASTED Brytain with a right of his own, and "The Unkillable One" was laughing, thinking Smith hits like a bitch. Brytain defiantly flipped Smith the bird, and he responded with a fury of rights and lefts, officially adding fire to this contest... but Brytain eventually countered one of Smith's technical moves with a hip toss.
DM: Chain wrestling early on in this one, along with defiance!
SS: These two legitimately do not give a shit one another... although I do think there is a form of respect there, no question about it!
Brytain rolls out of the ring and looks underneath the ring. She pulls out a ladder and slides it in the ring, then doesn't hesitate in bringing out more weapons, such as a barbed wire board, barbed wire itself, steel chairs, kendo sticks and even tables with gasoline cans and matches. All of that gets into the ring and Brytain continues to go after Smith... but Smitty raked the eyes, then dropped Brytain with a DDT! Smith looked at all of the weaponry in the ring, contemplating which weapon he wants to choose to brutalize his longtime foe.
SS: I really want to know which weapon he chooses! I bet it'll hurt!
DM: hE's gOiNG tO piCK thE oNe ThaT ReaLLy rEAllY hUrTS!
Smith grabs one of the steel chairs and starts smacking Brytain with it as hard as he could. Brytain is writhing on the ground in pain as Smith is welding that chair with absolute violence. He continued to beat her with the chair until it was bent. Smith next grabbed a piece of barbed wire and started to choke Brytain with it. Smith was getting heavily cheered by his hometown fans, and Brytain was struggling... but she eventually found herself near a kendo stick, damn near stretching herself out to grab it but risked getting choked even more. She grabbed it as Smith was about to wrap the barbed wire around her throat as if it were a choker necklace. Brytain hit Smith in the head with the kendo stick to cause separation, then hit him right in the crotch with it to bring him down.
SS: I totally felt that from here! My cock and balls hurt!
DM: Hmm! And here I was the whole time thinking you didn't have anything down there, ya ball-less gutless prick!
Brytain had some blood around her neck but still had the kendo stick in her hand. She dropped it, then grabbed a steel chair of her own. Smith got up... but Brytain BLASTED HIM IN THE FACE WITH A STEEL CHAIR! Smith went down, and Brytain didn't hesitate in continuing to beat him with the chair. Smith was busted open on his forehead, and Brytain had a smile on her face, grabbing barbed wire of her own, wrapped it around her face and started punching Smith in the face. The blood was pouring more and more from the Alpha World Champion's forehead, sending him back down to the mat. Brytain demands a referee to start counting.
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TWO!!!!
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EIGHT!!!!
Smitty got up at the count of eight. Brytain continued to strike at Smith, but this time, she grabbed another chair before she picked up the ladder and set it into the corner. She got Smith up and attempted to whip him into the ladder... but Smith blocked it, then reversed it into one of his own, with Brytain colliding into the ladder. Brytain stumbled out, and Smith grabbed her... hitting the German Suplex! But Smith himself was down. The referee goes to check on both, then goes to count.
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TWO!!!!
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FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!
SIX!!!!
SEVEN!!!!
EIGHT!!!!
NINE!!!!
TE---NO!!!!
DM: Right at the nick of time, Brytain got up... but you have to believe she is on spaghetti legs due to landing on her head!
SS: No question! Both Smith and Brytain look like they're from a murder scene! Total car wreck!
Brytain was showing a fighter's spirit here, and as Smith was striking at her, Brytain was fighting back, and both had chairs in their hands, willingly blasting each other with them unprotected. Brytain is now bleeding from her head, but doesn't notice it for a while. If anything, it rejuvenated her and she was gaining momentum. But Smith was also fighting as well. This one was getting to a fever pitch, with neither really letting up at all. Brytain though, got the upperhand by kicking Smith in the balls before dropping him with a DDT. The crowd cheered Brytain's effort and the pink-haired former Broadcast Champion was feeling it as she springboarded off the ropes...
DM: PRETTY HATE MACHINE! Brytain just dropped Smith Jones with the Springboard Tornado DDT!
SS: That was a damn good maneuver! Brytain is feeling it!
Brytain is busted wide open and sets up the barbed wire board on top of two chairs all the while Smith is bleeding profusely. Brytain also set up a ladder and began climbing it, eventually reaching the tippy top. But Smitty also was climbing the ladder as well, reaching Brytain's destination. The two of them started trading shots with one another, with both looking like they were going to fall. They continued to brawl until Smith had gotten Brytain's face beaten against the ladder before hooking her in a suplex position, then both of them are sent off the ladder...
DM: OH MY GOD! SUPLEX OFF THE LADDER THROUGH THE BARBED WIRE BOARD! OH THE HUMANITY!
SS: Holy SHIT! And its right THROUGH THAT BARBED WIRE AT THAT!
Both Smith and Brytain are down. The referee looks at both of them then begins to count.
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
FOUR!!!!
FIVE!!!!
SIX!!!!
Smith Jones starts to stir.
SEVEN!!!!
EIGHT!!!!
NINE!!!!
Right at the last second, Smith barely got to his feet...
TEN!!!!
*DING! DING! DING!*
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner... SMITH JONES!!!
"Waiting For The End" by Linkin Park plays and the crowd cheers as loud as they could as their hometown boy Smith Jones emerges victorious.
DM: Smith Jones emerged victorious, and the people in his hometown are loving it!
SS: That was SICK! These two literally almost killed each other, and only one can stand up right now!
Smith can barely stand as he is handed the Alpha Pro World Championship. Referee's help him to the back while medical personnel begin loading Brytain Rollins on a stretcher before wheeling her out. The fans give both wrestlers a standing ovation for their efforts tonight.
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Post by Papi El Sueno on Nov 28, 2019 20:42:11 GMT -5
Just as we get ready for our main event, "Slim Pickens Does the Right Thing and Rides the Bomb to Hell" by The Offspring hits the P/A and the crowd pops to another classic Rapture theme. The cheers get louder as the the PCW Co-Founders walk on stage, waving to the fans. Brownlee is wearing a flame-patterned suit, Leo is in a red tuxedo with white play icons patterned all over the jacket, and Terrell is pimpin in style with a golden pimp suit, complete with cane and feathered cap.
Jimmy Wilkes: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the co-founders of Premium Championship Wrestling: Leo Rodriguez, Tyler Brownlee, and Terrell Ryder!
DM: Well this certainly is a surprise, albeit a welcome one. These three individuals were the backbones who laid out the foundation of PCW when Rodriguez and Ryder running Youtube Championship Wrestling merged with Brownlee's Inferno Championship Wrestling to become the PCW we all knew and love.
SS: Face it, Desiree, you and I both know that Leo & Terrell bought out and absorbed ICW into YCW to become PCW
DM: That not how any of that went down, you dumb old fuck, and you know it.
SS: I have no earthly idea what you're talking about
DM: OK, Boomer.
The trio dance their way down the ring, high fiving the crowd and overall having a good time. The crowd chants "Dance, fucker, Dance! Let the motherfucker burn!" in sync with the song as they walk around the ring interacting with the crowd some more. They eventually climb up to the turnbuckles and hype up the crowd before hopping down to the ring. Tyler frantically dance like a madman as the crowd chants "Dance, fucker, Dance! Let the motherfucker burn!" once more. Terrell grab mics for every one and hands one to Tyler and Leo, keeping one for himself.
Terrell Ryder: Make some noise, Toronto!
The crowd is electric, cheering loudly and proudly. A loud "Pee Cee Dub!" chant starts up and continues for what felt like an eternity before Terrell began to talk once more.
Terrell Ryder: Honest question, are you guys having a good time tonight?!
The crowd cheers even louder.
Leo Rodrigues: Listen, we wanna come out here tonight to show you our appreciation. It was almost a decade ago when myself and Terrell formed YCW while Tyler here made ICW. While we knew that on our own each of us would be great, by joining forces just 6 months later we became one of the greatest professional wrestling companies this industry has ever scene!
Tyler Brownlee: And we owe all of our success to each and everyone of you.
The crowd cheers.
Tyler Brownlee: That's right. Everyone in attendance tonight, everyone who has ever bought a ticket to one of our shows, who bought merchandise online or at our booths...
Brownlee turns and points to the hardcam
Tyler Brownlee: Every single one of you watching at home right now, or has watched us in the past on TV, on pay-per-view, who's subscribed to the Premium Network, who's spreading the good work on social media, who's got us trending on Twitter like we are now at this instant! #OneLastDance is #1 Trending this very second worldwide!
Leo Rodrigues: To all of our ring crew past and present, helping set up the ring, the stage set, our production peeps in the trucks outside, our backstage crew working on our gear, setting up catering, everyone in Gorilla screaming in our earpieces as we speak telling us to wrap it up. We can afford going overtime, guys. Did y'all forget Danielle bought back the Network? And for fucks sake we're on Pay-per-view!
Terrell Ryder: To our ring announcers, timekeepers, commentators, camera crew, and all of our on-air talent from GMs to managers, and our wrestlers both past and present...except the Jobber Division cuz fuck those shitheads.
The crowd laughs.
Tyler Brownlee: To every single member of our PCW Fanbase, on behalf of all of us at Premium Championship Wrestling, we wish to say-
Tyler, Leo, & Terrell: Thank you!
Tyler, Leo, & Terrell bow to the crowd as everyone in the arena, fans & ringside crew alike, give the co-founders a standing ovation, cheering & chanting "Thank you!" The trio turns to each side of the audience and bows. This goes on for a good minute before Tyler raises his mic up once more.
Tyler Brownlee: Well with that sappy-ass promo out of the way, JIMMY WILKES YOU FAT OLD COOT GET YOUR ASS IN HERE! YOU GOT A MAIN EVENT TO ANNOUNCE!
Ring Announcer Jimmy Wilkes rises from the Timekeeper's corner and enters the ring as Tyler, Terrell, & Leo exit the ring, climb up and over the barricade, and sit down behind the announcers.
The arena lights suddenly go down, the crowd pops wildly, and a Trollface appears on the big screen.
problem?
"DOESN'T TAKE MUCH AND THAT'S MESSED UP BECAUSE THESE PEOPLE DO A LOT OF SIMPLE SHIT TO IMPRESS US!"
DM: Ladies and Gentlemen, our Main Event is just about to get underway and here comes the challenger. A man who knows the champion fairly well, dating back almost 10 years ago in CWF, sporadically teaming with and competing against each other from then all the way until the end of PCW's life cycle. Once a pure-hearted individual who has now embraced the Troll.
SS: This surely isn't the Mariano Fernandez we knew back in the day. He's a completely different breed. He's no longer Mr. Goody Two-Shoes. He is...Da Troll Guy.
"... YOU CAN'T ACHIEVE YOUR GOALS IF YOU DON'T TAKE THAT CHANCE SO GO PRY OPEN THAT TRUNK AND GET THOSE AMPS, YOU KNOW-"
The lights come back on, and after a huge pyro blast, Mariano is standing at the stage entrance, posing to the crowd going wild. He then beings striding decidedly and steadily to the ring.
"In the days of kings and queens I was a jester Treat me like a god or they treat me like a leper They see me move back and forth between both I'm trying to find a balance ("No reason or rhyme!")
Once he climbs the apron and passes between the ropes, he raises his fist to the air, receiving a HUGE crowd pop!
"I'm trying to find a balance, I'm trying to build a balance ("No reason or rhyme!")"
As the music and the lights come back to normal, Mariano grabs the microphone from Jimmy Wilkes.
Mariano Fernandez: "FUS RO DAH!!!"
Mariano hands the mix back to Jimmy as he waits in the corner, focusing for the huge task ahead of him.
The lights begin to slowly turn off one by one until the arena became completely dark. Suddenly, the orchestra slaps as "Devil's Sky" plays on the PA. The crowd immediately boos, although the reaction is more mixed than normal. As the choir begins to sing, a single spotlight turns on and shines towards the side of the stage, shining upon Leon Lonewolf in a black hooded robe, skull mask, wielding a large scythe riding a pale-colored horse. Leon tapped the horse with the side of his boot and the animal slowly trots forward in a large walking space. A few security guards help guide the horse in the right direction while also keeping the horse and his rider safe from fans. The horse eventually turns towards the corner lane of the floor seats and stopping just before the barricade. Lonewolf jumps off his horse and up on the barricade and hands the scythe to one of the security guards as they leave with the horse. He removes the robe, leaving the skull mask on to contrast with his pale flesh and the CCP World Heavyweight Championship around his waist.
DM: And there it is, ladies and gentlemen. That's what this Main Event is all about. The final match in PCW history will put two close friends, two bitter rivals, two contrasting individuals for the CCP World Heavyweight Championship.
SS: And what an entrance that was. It's not everyday someone makes their wrestling entrance on a goddamn horse. This will be an exciting match for sure.
The champ glares at his challenger from atop the barricade before jumping down. He slowly walks around the ring, never letting his opponent escape his sight for a split second. As he completes his slow pace around the ring, he walks up the stairs in the corner of the ring, climbs up the turnbuckle, unstraps his championship, and holds it up high for all to see. He turns towards Mariano, their gazes met for the first time in years. Leon hops down the turnbuckle and holds his championship up in front of Mariano, telling him "The tables have turned, but the outcome stays the same. I am the champ!" He backs to his corner, not letting his eyes leave Mariano as Jimmy Wilkes begins formal introductions.
Jimmy Wilkes: Ladies and Gentlemen, This is the final Main Event of PCW History!
The crowd cheers.
Jimmy Wilkes: This is a No...Holds...Barred match set for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: It is for the Cardinal City Pro World Heavyweight Championship!
The crowd cheers louder.
Jimmy Wilkes: Introducing first, the challenger: From Buenos Aires, Argentina by way of Miami, Florida...weighing in at 180 pounds...he is "Da Troll Guy" MARIANOOOOOOO FEEERRRRNAAANNNDEEEZZZ!
The crowd cheers Mariano steps forward, letting out another "Fus Ro Dah!" and hypes himself up before stepping back. The crowd begins to chant "Troll Guy!" in support of the challenger.
Jimmy Wilkes: And his opponent, the champion: From Minneapolis, Minnesota...weighing 245 pounds, he is the CCP World Heavyweight Champion..."The Angel of Death" LEEEOOOOON LLLOOOOONEWOOOOLLLF!
The crowd jeers the Champion loudly as he raises the title above his head with one hand, flashing his old hand gesture with the other by extending his thumb, middle, and pinky fingers up. The referee approaches Leon, asking for the belt. Leon folds the straps in, kisses the middle plate, and hands it to the referee, who walks up to Mariano for a moment, showing him his potential prize, then walks back in the middle, holding up the title for the world to see.
DM: This is the second time these two have faced off. The first time was at Battle Finale II in a Rapture Deathmatch. Lonewolf won the PCW World Heavyweight Championship that day against Mariano. Now here we are at One Last Stand and the tables have turned. This time Leon is the champion. Will we see history flip a 180 and give us a new World Champion? We will find out. Lonewolf. Fernandez. CCP World title on the line. Here...we...go!
*DING! DING! DING!*
DM: And here we go with the final match in PCW history!
SS: This is going to be great!
Leon and Mariano, the final PCW World Tag Team Champions in history, are face-to-face, nose-to-nose. These two are very much different since we've last seen them in a PCW environment. Leon threw the first shot, but Mariano retaliated with shots of his own to the CCP World Champion. The two Hall of Famers were trading punch for punch, with neither really winning the exchange. They eventually engaged in a stalemate, with Mariano having a toothpick in his mouth... and throwing it at Leon, much to the chagrin of the leader of The Apocalypse.
SS: That damn gnat thinks this is a joke!
DM: He's having fun! There's nothing wrong with it!
Leon and Mariano continued their battle, and Mariano was the first to gain the advantage with a lot of knees and kicks to graze the bigger champion, and it worked for quite a while. That was until Mariano decided to run the ropes, only for Leon to damn near turn him inside-out with a lariat. The crowd is booing the hell out of Leon, who responds with a sly smirk then the finger at them all which only incites them more.
SS: This is the first Lonewolf match we have called in years, and I must say, I never knew he could be this much of a dick! Its refreshing from that crappy ass Otaku attitude he displayed in PCW!
DM: I think its a damn shame to be honest! We know what he tried to do to WWA, which he failed miserably might I add, hence why we're still employed!
Leon goes to work on the legs of Mariano Fernandez, first by stomping on them repeatedly, then going for a leg wrench, causing Mariano to scream out in agony as Leon applied more pressure. However, Mariano was starting to fight back by kicking Leon straight in the ear, then directly in the jaw to get him off. Mariano had to shake off the damage to his left knee, then hit a Forearm Smash right into Leon's nose, which the momentum drove him out of the ring. Seeing an opportunity, Mariano ran the ropes and as Leon got to his feet, Mariano leaped over the ropes...
DM: CORKSCREW SUICIDE DIVE! MARIANO JUST TOOK OUT LEON LONEWOLF WITH THAT DIVE!
SS: That was crazy as fuck!
Mariano gets up and is limping a bit before looking underneath the ring apron and grabs a kendo stick. Leon gets up and Mariano screams out "FUS RO DAH!" before clocking him in the back with it, then clocked him right in the cranium before throwing him back in the ring. Mariano also grabbed a chair and threw it in the ring before hopping on the apron. Mariano springboarded off the ropes... MOONSAULT! And Mariano also had the leg hooked to boot...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
Leon kicked out, and Mariano immediately got back up and took it to the CCP World Champion, kicking at him while occasionally hitting him with a weapon that's available. The crowd is chanting "FOR THE NORDS" with each shot Mariano hits Leon with, before officially taking him down once more but this time with the step-up enzuigiri called The Gadfly! Leon is down to one knee and then runs to Leon...
DM: LEON LONEWOLF JUST TOOK AN ARROW TO THE KNEE!
SS: You've been waiting all these years to get out that Skyrim reference, huh?
DM: Can't help it Taint! What a time to be alive! And Mariano has another cover! Could he win another World Title?
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: Another kick out! Leon Lonewolf kicked out AGAIN!
SS: Leon's not going to go down this easy, especially with his CCP World Heavyweight Championship at stake!
Mariano wasn't letting the near falls get to him, still staying on Leon... but the champion was beginning to show some signs of life. Mariano went for a running headscissors... but Lonewolf caught him, then hit a powerslam but he was down as well. However, he managed to get up and started whacking Mariano with the very kendo stick he himself was whacked with, and he did it on an often basis, much to the dismay of the crowd. Leon gets Mariano up, and wraps the kendo stick across the throat... WHITE RUSSIAN LEG SWEEP! And Leon hooked the leg...
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
NO!!!!
Mariano kicked out! Leon focused on "The Gadfly", and continued to hit him with the kendo stick until it completely broke. Leon quickly rolled out of the ring and placed a table in the ring, along with a chair and a trash can before getting back into the ring. Leon had the trash can and started hitting the hell out of Mariano with it until the trash can itself was bent in nearly two! Mariano was nearly out of it, and Leon had set up one of the chairs before getting him up. Leon hooked Mariano in position... and delivered a chokeslam onto the chair!
DM: That had to have hurt!
SS: On a chair folded out at that! Fuck!
DM: Leon has the cover! Could this be it!?
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THR---NO!!!!
DM: MARIANO BARELY KICKED OUT!
SS: This dude is gonna keep on fighting, even if it may be unwise!
Leon looks like a madman as Mariano had kicked out. He got to his feet, and waited for him to get up. Mariano eventually got to his feet, and Leon clasped his hands around his waist, looking for a German Suplex... BUT MARIANO LANDED ON HIS FEET BEHIND LEON! Lonewolf doesn't realize that Mariano is behind him. Leon looks around in confusion, and Mariano taps him on the shoulder, saying "Hey Yo". Leon turned around, and Mariano slapped the shit out of him in the face.
DM: HA! Leon got bitch slapped by Mariano Fernandez!
SS: How rude of him!
Leon held his face, but that gave Mariano the opening to start hitting him with a combination of slaps, kicks and chops to the CCP World Champion, and the fans are on their feet, cheering Mariano on. Lonewolf tries to cover up, but to no avail as each Mariano strike becomes more vicious than the first. Leon is dazed and Mariano steps back and charges at him... then hitting him with the Dropsault to officially turn the tide in his favor. Mariano looks at the crown, then down at Leon, before shouting "SKYRIM FOR THE NORDS!", then runs from one side... then to the otherside before dropping the right elbow onto Lonewolf...
DM: THE STORMCLOAK ELBOW! WITH VELOCITY!
SS: This nerd ass shit is getting to be too much!
DM: Shut the fuck up, Taint! We have a cover! Could this be it!?
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THRE---NO!!!!
DM: Lonewolf just BARELY KICKED OUT! He almost lost the CCP World Title!
SS: He's looking foolish right now! He knows he needs to win this match, no question about it!
Mariano stayed on Lonewolf, not letting him get to his feet. But Leon wasn't having any of it as he eventually got up, and the two of them started brawling with one another. Leon got the upperhand first with standing strikes, then attempting the Side Effect... but Mariano blocked him, then the former PCW World Champion hit Lonewolf with a Pelé Kick that left Lonewolf staggering on his feet. Mariano then ran up to Lonewolf... and hit him with a Spinning Wheel Kick to take him down! Feeling he has this one in the bag, Mariano steps out to the apron, possibly looking for The Warhammer! He leaps up and goes for it...
DM: NO! LEON CAUGHT HIM ON ARRIVAL! HE HAS HIM... BLACKHEART! MARIANO FELT ALL OF THAT!
SS: And then some! Damn that Elevated Powerbomb was no joke!
DM: Lonewolf has the cover! This could be it!
ONE!!!!
TWO!!!!
THREE!!!!
Jimmy Wilkes: Here is your winner, and STIIIILLLL CARDINAL CITY PRO WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION... "THE ANGEL OF DEATH"... LEON LONEWOLF!!!
”Devil’s Sky” by Yonosuke Kitamura plays and the crowd gives a large mixed reaction as Leon Lonewolf is handed the CCP World Heavyweight Championship and raises it in the air.
DM: Whether one likes it or not, Leon Lonewolf has won the final match in the history of Premium Championship Wrestling!
SS: And there was nobody better to have defeated than his longtime friend, Mariano Fernandez! What a show we’ve had!
DM: If PCW had to go out for one last time, these great matches were the way to do it!
Lonewolf stands there with the title in hand and helps Mariano to his feet. The two of them look at one another before Leon extends his hand. Mariano acts as if he’s going to shake it, but backs out at the last second, playing up to his rep as Da Troll Guy. But Lonewolf grabbed the arm and then placed Mariano in position for The Blackheart! Rather than hitting him with the move again, he tossed Mariano off of his shoulders and grabs him for a hug.
DM: TAINT, we just saw a glimpse of the old Leon! It’s the old Leon Lonewolf, and he’s embracing Mariano Fernandez with a hug!
SS: That cheesy good guy shit has resurfaced for a legit badass! I’m going to be sick!
Terrell Ryder, Leo Rodrigues and Tyler Brownlee all get up from their seats at ringside and join them in the ring. Tyler and Leon though keep their distances from one another after all that happened between them. Terrell grabs a microphone.
Terrell Ryder: Ight, Ight, stop this motherfuckin’ music.
Leon’s music stops.
Terrell Ryder: I want every single motherfucka in the back to get they asses on out here and fuckin’ party. But I also want us to play one last song before we close this chapter for good. Kayfabe or nah, get out here and join us for this party in the honor of the great memories PCW gave to all of us. Let’s do it.
Now playing on the PA system is “Rapture” by Hurt, which was the very first song for PCW’s televised show Saturday Night Rapture! The locker room starts filing out with notable names such as Aaron and Nathan Warrens, Morgan Simmons, Mariah Lopez, Danielle Lopez, J.T. Banks, Talia Skye, Yoshiru Long, Curtis Wilkes, Reyna Carter, Crystal Alvarez, Mya Denton and many more. Very few have alcoholic beverages in their hands, but are all in the ring with the old “We Are PCW” shirts. As the music keeps playing, Terrell still has the mic.
Terrell Ryder: Whether we are all doing our thing in other promotions or whether we’re actually retired, one fact remains that no matter what, WE. ARE. PCW 4 LIFE!
Every single person raises their beverages in the air for one final toast for PCW. The hashtags #ThankYouPCW and #PCWForever are displayed on the screen as the final image of this company is with everybody toasting one another and celebrating the memories PCW gave to them.
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