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[There are still a few fans filing into the sold-out Pure Class Arena as Mark Long is standing inside the center of the PCW ring. Mark is commemorating the night by wearing a black tuxedo with a white under shirt, and a green bow-tie. There's a definite presence of excitement going on for this special PCW event. It's been a long time since PCW hosted a Pay-Per-View event, and it's surely not one anyone would want to miss. For the fans who have made it already into the arena, they'll be given a special treat- a bonus match not being broadcast to the fans who ordered in the PPV at home.] Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen...in just over fifteen minutes, PCW Living A Legacy III will begin. [A large amount of cheers can be heard coming from the crowd. Mark Long takes a deep breath and continues.] Mark Long: Before we start the show, I must announce that videotaping and recording the event is strictly prohibited. Laser lights are also not allowed in the arena. If anyone is caught with one, they'll be escorted out of the building by security and will not receive a refund. And last but certainly not least, the antics displayed in and out of this ring are extremely dangerous and are performed by trained professionals. You should not try this at home. All in all, sit back and enjoy the show. [Taking another breath, Mark continues.] Mark Long: Living A Legacy III will be beginning shortly, but just for you fans in attendance, we have a special bonus match. Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith will be squaring off against PCW newcomer Mel Lombardi! |
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Match Details: Word in the rumor mill had been that Tyrone Smith was not happy being placed as the bonus match instead of featured on the main Pay-Per-View card. If PCW newcomer Mel Lombardi, a former janitor, had to worry about Tyrone's "crazy side" before, he must have to worry twice as much if that crazy side is mad. Mel made his entrance first, coming out to, "You Know My Name" by Chris Cornell. Mel looked very determined as he made his way to the ring with a polite amount of noise; no one in the audience knew much about Mel, but as being the first competitor to the ring all night, the crowd reacted favorably. When Mel made his entrance, his music faded out and, "10,000 Watts of Artificial Pleasure" blared throughout the PA system. Tyrone received a decent amount of cheers, but far more jeers. He even was hit as he was walking out to the ring by a cup of beer. Tyrone took the jeers and insults in stride as he made his way into the ring. Once both competitors were in the ring and checked over by referee Nolan Burke, the bell was sounded and the match began. Tyrone immediately tried to get the jump on Mel, but Lombardi side-stepped an ambush and caught Tyrone with a swift right fist to the face. Tyrone fell from the shot and Mel didn't give Smith a chance to get up, jumping on top of him with a few more closed fists. Referee Nolan Burke warned Lombardi, and then began to count the mandatory five-count in situations like this. At four, Lombardi lacked relent and got to a standing position. The blows caused Crazy Boy's lip to bleed, and this seemed to make him happy. Crazy Boy rubbed the blood from his mouth on his hand and then wiped it on his face. Nolan looked as if he was going to vomit from the disgusting act, but Mel, being a former janitor, had seen worse shit...literally. A smile appeared on the bloodied face of Crazy Boy, and CB asked Mel to hit him. Mel did so, but Crazy Boy thanked him and asked for another. Mel tried again, but CB ducked, and came up with an uppercut of his own. The blow rocked Mel but did not take him off his feet. The two then exchanged blows. Nolan tried to break up the action, but he was pushed down by both men. Nolan had no choice but to signal for the bell and disqualify both men at the 9 minute and 8 second mark. Burke was smart enough to roll out of the ring before he made that call though. Winner: Draw via Double Disqualification [Hearing the bell, both men just...stopped. The fans were not happy with the outcome and they let it be known by booing. The booing was quickly hushed when, after Mark Long announced the outcome, he spoke some words that would cause excitement...] Mark Long: If that match left you unsatisfied, you're in luck...PCW Living A Legacy is starting...NOW! [The lights in the arena dim and the PCW-Tron springs to life. The soft beginning of "Cold As Ice" by Firewind starts to play as, one by one, black and white clips of the final four competitors in The Icemann Invitational Tournament are shown. Around twenty seconds into the song, a shot of Grimm being struck by a car with Jeremy Bagwell at the wheel is seen. From there, random clips of mayhem play: Lantlas shattering a light tube over LoKi's leg; Jason Scene hitting Ace Anderson over the back with a chair; Desy Extreme blinding Usali Basilisk with a bottle of water. "Cold As Ice" by Firewind When the clips come to an end, the PCW-Tron shuts off. "Cold As Ice" continues to play while the camera pans around the arena and showcases a few fan signs: "Ace Wears Lace;" "Murdoc's A Monster;" "I'M METAL MONKEY;" "I Have The Four Other Columns;" "Where's Jackle?" Following the panning of the arena, the camera focuses on Jerry Andrews and Al Laiman at ringside.] Jerry Andrews: What an amazing night of action we have for you tonight. All the PCW Championships are up for grabs, and more than a few scores are sure to be settled. Al Laiman: One match I'm really looking forward to is the Pain of Glass match between LoKi, Pegasus, and Lantlas. I have a long history with The Elven Warrior and I have never seen him in this state of mind. Jerry Andrews: And let's not forget that the PCW World Championship will be decided with the conclusion of The Icemann Invitational Tournament tonight. Al Laiman: This will mark the first time since December 2005 that the PCW World Championship will not be held by Grimm, Lantlas, or Ace Anderson. Jerry Andrews: For either Mike Park, Murdoc, Nacho Grande, or Heavy Metal...one of those men will be Living A Legacy. Al Laiman: And three of those men will have had their dreams crushed. Unlike Grimm's body, which can't even be crushed by cars. Jerry Andrews: Grimm's not one to target, and The Fifth Column has been targeting him since they've arrived in the PCW. One has to wonder what they have up their sleeve. Al Laiman: Or who Grimm...or Skylar Marshall...may have up their sleeves with their mystery partner. Jerry Andrews: The answer to those questions will be determined later tonight. Up now, however, is a Fatal Four-Way for the right to be number-one contender to the PCW North American Championship. Al Laiman: I just hope Blade doesn't try to break anybody's...stuff. [The camera feed switches from a ringside view of the commentators' booth to inside the ring with Mark Long.] |
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Mark Long: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and has a fifteen-minute time-limit. The winner of this bout will be considered the number-one contender to the PCW North American Championship! [Speaking of Blade Lionheart, "Seek and Destroy" by Metallica begins to blast across the PA system. Blade comes walking out from the entrance way with his signature blood-stained silver bat over his right shoulder.] Mark Long: Entering first...standing at a staggering 6 feet, 9 inches and weighing in at 253 lbs...from Chicago, Illinois...Blade Lionheart! [He points at his Blade’s Redecorating Service t-shirt and points out the phone number, just in case anyone wants their locker rooms or houses redecorated. Blade runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, climbing the turnbuckle and holding up his hands in assumed victory. Blade uses his blood stained silver bat to point to a random fan holding a sign for Blade's Redecorating Service.] Jerry Andrews: Blade Lionheart is a giant of a man and he's here to wreck shop! ["Don’t Fear The Reaper" by The Blue Oyster Cult plays throughout the arena and the lights go out. A single spotlight shines at the entryway and out steps "The Grand High Exalted One" Usali Basilisk holding "The Book of the Ascension." He slowly stalks his way down towards the ring as Jacob in the "Kool-Aid Man" suit stumbles after.] Mark Long: Now entering...standing 6 feet, 3 inches and weighing in at 234 lbs...coming from Suburbia, USA and being accompanied by Jacob The Kool-Aid Man..."The Grand High Exalted One"...Usali Basilisk! [Once at the ring, Usali jumps up onto the apron and flips over the top rope. He steps right to the middle of the ring as two more spotlights begin to shine on him. Usali slowly raises his book to the sky as the lighting resumes.] Jerry Andrews: This guy is a quack... Al Laiman: He may be a quack, but he's a dangerous quack. Mark Long: Coming out next...weighing in at 210 lbs and standing at 6 feet, 2 inches...from Washington, DC...Dexy Extreme! ["Paper Airplanes Makeshift Wings" by AFI plays over the speakers and the crowd gives a lukewarm response. Desy Extreme emerges from the back and walks calmly to the ring while smiling at all of his "adoring" fans. He reaches out to high-five people, but only to be ignored by most of the fans at ringside. Once he reaches the ring he stands and begins playing to the crowd as if he were the most charismatic performer in the business.] Jerry Andrews: And speaking of quacks... Al Laiman: Actually, Desy Extreme had a very impressive showing at Trauma two weeks ago when he defeated Usali Basilisk in the middle of that ring. ["The Outsider" by A Perfect Circle plays as purple smoke begins to go off on the entrance stage. The fans begin to cheer as Areas, wearing a hooded jacket, walks down the aisle to the ring.] Mark Long: Finally, making his way down the aisle...standing 6 feet, 3 inches...weighing in at 215 lbs....Areas! [Before entering the ring, Areas puts his hands on his hips and looks out into the crowd. He then puts his hand in the formation of a gun and pretends to load it and shoot it at his three opponents.] Jerry Andrews: Areas...getting in a little target practice before all hell breaks loose. [And all hell DOES break loose! Upon the sounding of the bell, a four-man cluster-fork ensues with AJ Bennett doing everything in his power not to get trampled. Blade is using his size to overpower Areas while Desy Extreme and Usali continue where they left off from Trauma. The fans are into it right from the start and the action is fast-paced.] Al Laiman: Each of these men is fighting tooth and nail for a shot at the North American title! [In an explosive burst, Usali elevates Desy and dumps him over the top rope. Desy lands awkwardly at the ringside area and is clearly favoring his right shoulder. While Lionheart continues to work over Areas in the opposite corner, Basilisk jumps him from behind. After rocking the ogre with a trio or punches, the masked man hits the ropes. Without hesitation, Blade charges and nearly spears Basilisk out of his boots! Folded over like a towel, Usali retreats to the ring apron to catch his breath. Seizing the opportunity, Areas jumps onto Blade's back and locks in a sleeperhold! The crowd goes wild as Blade flails his arms madly!] Jerry Andrews: Areas is gonna put the Blade-Man to sleep! [Blade slowly begins to fade and before long he's down on one knee. Then both knees. Then AJ is checking him to see if he's conscious. Just as Blade's arm is about to fall for the third time, a winged Desy Extreme breaks the hold with a boot to the back of the head of Areas. Desy, clearly favoring his right arm, stomps Areas across the ring. Blade uses the time to regroup and before long, he and Usali Basilisk are back on their feet. Usali levels Blade with a clothesline, but is then dropped by a dropkick from Desy. Areas is back up, and he goes for Lionheart with a high running knee that sends the Blade-Man to the outside. Areas turns around and walks right into Desy Extreme...] Al Laiman: Desy lifts Areas into the air...wait...no. His shoulder just gave out... [Areas lands on his feet as Desy spins around clutching his shoulder. Usali Basilisk is waiting and delivers a headbutt with his ceremonial mask; the pain is enough to cross Desy's eyes. Desy's knees go weak, allowing Areas to connect with the bridging Northern Lights suplex he calls the Blackout. AJ Bennett makes the count while Usali Basilisk watches, his arms folded in front of his chest. 1...2...3!] Jerry Andrews: What the...? Usali Basilisk didn't even try to stop him! He basically delivered the match to Areas on a silver platter! Mark Long: And the winner of the match...AREAS! [Rather than celebrate his win, Areas leaves with "The Grand High Exalted One" and "The Kool-Aid Man" while the fans are left trying to figure out what in the hell just happened. Before too much can be processed, however, the cameras in the arena move to the back where PCW interviewer Kassandra Black is standing with a microphone in hand. She stares down the lens of the camera with a pout and flicks a lock of hair out of her eye before speaking.] Kassandra Black: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to PCW Living A Legacy 3! We've had a great show so far and a night full of action still to come including the crowning of a new North American Champion. I'm...glad to introduce one of the challengers for that title, Non Compos Mentis. [To the left of Kassandra, Non Compos Mentis is stood looking at her with a focused, almost maniacal glare. The crowd can be heard even through the walls of the arena booing at the sight of one of their most hated figures. While stood there he doesn't say a word but just continues to stare at the interviewer whose expression can only be described as 'repulsed'.] Kassandra Black: NCM, tonight you challenge for your third North American Title here in PCW against your old rival Ace Anderson and newcomer Jason Scene. Any thoughts? [Once more Black looks toward NCM and extends the microphone in hope he'll snap out of his trance and answer her question. Instead he remains with the devious stare and seemingly the addition of a slight smirk.] Kassandra Black: Any thoughts...at all? [Visibly uncomfortable, Kassandra cringes and pulls back until finally NCM lifts his hand and takes the microphone from the attractive interviewer. All too gladly Kassandra backs out of the camera's view to leave the demented man alone.] Non Compos Mentis: Tonight marks a return to the bad old days of Pure Class Wrestling. This is the return of PCW to Pay-Per-View but more importantly, the North American Title will return to its rightful owner. [The chorus of jeers returns again as the fans disagree with this judgement, clearly believing the title belongs to one of NCM's opponents in the upcoming match, Ace Anderson and Jason Scene. NCM looks around him as if confused where these jeers are coming from but then shakes his head and pushes his ruffled hair back behind his ears.] Non Compos Mentis: People may have forgotten over the years, but the reputation of that title was forged in the blood and sweat of my victims. I held the North American Title for months, culling opponents one by one, holding this title with a crimson fist until I gave it up to seek greater riches. But now I return to take back that title to prove once again that I am its rightful holder and the most feared competitor in this company. I don't care who I have to go through; Ace Anderson, Jason Scene...give me anyone and I will leave them buried in the middle of that ring. I will take every challenger and drive them down into the depths of pain to hold what is and will always be mine...the PCW North American Title. [Without hesitation NCM throws the microphone away and walks away as Kassandra Black backs away from him as if disgusted. The feed switches back to Mark Long inside the ring, preparing to announce the next match.] |
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Mark Long: The following contest has a twenty-minute time-limit and is scheduled for one fall...and is for the PCW Tag Team Championship! Jerry Andrews: Folks, this feud has been brewing for quite some time and it finally comes to a head...tonight! Al Laiman: I'm still trying to figure out the relationship between Diligence and Jeremy Bagwell. Something just doesn't add up. I mean, how could anyone in their right mind intentionally target Grimm? Jerry Andrews: Jeremy Bagwell has yet to graduate high school and already he has a death wish. I still want to know who Grimm's mystery partner is. Al Laiman: I think Grimm wants to know who Grimm's mystery partner is... Mark Long: Entering first...at a combined weight of 401 lbs...Jeremy Bagwell...Diligence...The Fifth Column! ["Running with the Devil" by Van Halen starts up and Jeremy Bagwell is the first man out from the back. He receives a warm reception from the fans as he prances down the aisle serving up high-fives along the way. Diligence is out next and the cheers turn to hisses. The masked mastermind calmly strolls to the ring without a care in the world.] Jerry Andrews: Well...at least Jeremy Bagwell appears to be in good health. I'm not sure what's in those "supplements" he takes, but he was white as a ghost at Trauma. Mark Long: And their opponents...entering first...he is The Lord of Misrule, The Abomination of Desolation...weighing in at 6 feet, 3 inches and weighing in at 217 lbs...from Hangtown, Kentucky...GRIMM! [A lone spotlight illuminates the entryway as "Winter Shaker" by Wovenhand starts up. Recognition is immediate and the fans are on their feet. Phinehas Grimm steps out to bask in the light and shadows, head bowed, arms limp, with rogue strands of dripping hair hanging in his face. He takes it all in for a few moments before making the long walk to the ring, ignoring the fans along the way while Wovenhand continues his serenade.] Jerry Andrews: I don't envy the Fifth Column. They've awakened fear incarnated. Al Laiman: Awakened? Jeremy Bagwell ran him over in a Buick! [Phinehas climbs up onto the apron and slides in between the ropes. Hopping up onto a turnbuckle, he casts his gaze out over the crowd with his arms at his side, eyes shifting to take in the sea of faces spread out before him. Phinehas drops down and waits.] Jerry Andrews: And now it's answer time. Who is this mystery man? [The crowd is buzzing with anticipation for what seems like an eternity. All eyes are on the entrance...but nothing.] Al Laiman: Perhaps there is no partner. [Suddenly, "Devil's Dance" by Metallica cuts through the silence.] Al Laiman: You've gotta be kidding me... Jerry Andrews: Is that who I think it is? [Without further ado, Antoine McDouglas steps out from the back and the boos come from the heavens! "The Wolverine" walks to the ring with confidence, a small smirk wiped across his smug face.] Mark Long: ...And his tag team partner for the evening...he is known as "The Wolverine"...Antoine McDouglas! Jerry Andrews: What in the hell is he doing back in the PCW? [Diligence can be seen chuckling behind his black mask. Jeremy Bagwell sees red. Grimm simply arches an eyebrow.] Al Laiman: About a month ago, Jeremy Bagwell and Antoine McDouglas were involved in a bloody altercation at a grocery store not too far from here. I'm guessing McDouglas is back for revenge. ["The Wolverine" climbs up onto the ring apron and Marcos Cruz calls for the bell. Seeing Grimm already in the ring, Diligence gives Bagwell a nudge in the back before stepping out onto the ring apron. Bagwell looks at Grimm, then points at McDouglas. The Lord of Misrule ignores Bagwell's request and goes after the youngster. Fearing a repeat of last week, Bagwell slides out of the ring. Grimm waits with the patience of a man that has all the time in the world.] Jerry Andrews: I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that Jeremy Bagwell is terrified of Grimm. Al Laiman: Well, I didn't see Diligence jumping in there... [Cruz begins the mandatory ten-count and Bagwell reluctantly climbs back in. Again, Grimm stalks the teenager. Bagwell jumps back outside the ring and the fans are starting to get impatient. Bagwell milks the ten-count before reentering the squared-circle. Grimm gives chase yet again and Bagwell heads for the ropes once more. This time, Grimm grabs a hold of Jeremy's singlet and the youngster is in big trouble.] Jerry Andrews: Uh oh. [Grabbing Bagwell by the headgear, the Abomination of Desolation drops the high school senior with one punch. Bagwell pulls himself back up and Grimm has no qualms with serving up a headbutt. Jeremy's knees turn to pudding. Grimm locks in a claw hold, his eyes dancing with delight. Bagwell screams out in pain and reaches for his corner, but only to find Diligence lounging against the ring post. Grimm tugs his nemesis to his own corner and hops up onto the second turnbuckle before releasing the claw. Instead, he locks in a headlock. The fans know what's coming. Grimm launch himself out of the corner with a tornado DDT, but as he's executing the Harvest, McDouglas tags himself in!] Jerry Andrews: What in the heck is Antoine McDouglas thinking? Al Laiman: Well, he sees a weakened Bagwell and he thinks he's going to serve him his just desserts. [Grimm makes the cover, but the referee informs him that he's no longer the legal man. Grimm's face is a blank slate as he exits the ring, rudely brushing shoulders with his partner on the way out. McDouglas rubs his hands together excitedly, ready to have his way with a thoroughly-beaten Jeremy Bagwell. Antoine first connects with a stomp to the side of the head and the fans begin booing. He follows up with an elbow drop and the boos continue. Spreading Bagwell's legs, Antoine connects with a headbutt that connects dangerously low. Marcos cautions the Wolverine, but McDouglas ignores him. Pulling Bagwell to his feet, McDouglas hits the ropes and levels him with a running lariat. Antoine makes the cover. 1...2...McDouglas pulls Bagwell's shoulder off the mat!] Jerry Andrews: He's just toying with the kid. Trying to punish him and humiliate him. [McDouglas yards him off the mat, laughing all the while, as the fans continue to boo him. The Wolverine grabs Bagwell by the chin and begins jawing at him, his words inaudible. McDouglas tops it off with a disrespectful slap across the face. Bagwell responds by hocking a giant loogie in the face of McDouglas and the fans erupt. McDouglas attempts to wipe the mucus from his face as Bagwell uses his last bit of energy to hit the ropes. With a head of steam, Jeremy connects with an awkward looking forearm that knocks McDouglas into the referee! The fans continue to cheer as McDouglas, Bagwell, and Marcos all go down. Bagwell begins army crawling towards his corner as McDouglas heads for his own.] Jerry Andrews: We have a situation here. Referee down! Al Laiman: Not to worry, it looks like "Fast Count" Eddie Lane is on his way out to offer his assistance. [Eddie Lane trots down to the ring as Bagwell reaches desperately for Diligence. With a visible sigh, Diligence makes the tag. McDouglas pulls himself to his corner and Grimm makes the tag...by slugging Antoine in the jaw. Antoine drops to his knees and the crowd absolutely loves it!] Al Laiman: I guess that's one way to make the tag. [Grimm and Diligence step into the ring simultaneously as Marcos Cruz begins to stir in the corner. Bagwell and McDouglas are both struggling to stand. Grimm is the first to move and he slowly paces to the center of the ring. Diligence cautiously looks to the left and to the right before turning his gaze to the Crimson Demon. Just as slowly, Diligence meets the most feared man in the PCW in the center of the ring, their eyes locked. The crowd has gone silent, ready for something...anything! Diligence charges with a clothesline and Grimm easily ducks! Diligence's momentum carries him right into Antoine McDouglas. Grimm returns his attention to Bagwell and goes to work on him in the opposite corner. Diligence and McDouglas are trading blows on one side of the ring while Bagwell attempts to put up a fight on the other side. Trying to shake the cobwebs free, Marcos Cruz isn't sure what to make of the situation.] Jerry Andrews: This match has turned into an all out brawl! [Marcos and Eddie try to restore some order, but it's no use. Bagwell rakes the eyes of Grimm and the red-headed demon is stunned. McDouglas goes for a facebuster on Diligence, but the masked man shoves him into the ropes. Bagwell charges Grimm while McDouglas rebounds towards Diligence. Grimm latches onto Bagwell and drives him into the mat with the Lament Configuration as Diligence snaps McDouglas to the mat with the Diligent DDT! The place is going crazy as Grimm covers Bagwell and hooks the leg. Diligence throws an arm over the Wolverine on the other side of the ring and both referees simultaneously make three-counts! The fans are left confused as Grimm and Diligence both stand victoriously. Lane declares Diligence the winner while Cruz argues that Grimm is the winner.] Jerry Andrews: What in the world is going on here? [Eddie Lane and Marcos Cruz continue their bickering in the ring, but not for long. "Back in Black" by AC/DC plays over the speakers and the fans don't even need to look to know that Skylar Marshall is on his way out. Marshall, hair pulled back in a ponytail, storms out to the ring and demands a mic.] Skylar Marshall: It would appear that we have quite a predicament on our hands, now wouldn't it? [The fans respond with a chorus of boos.] Skylar Marshall: Two referees calling two different outcomes...with the Tag Team Championship on the line. Hmm. What to do? [Skylar acts as if an idea has just popped into his head.] Skylar Marshall: Oh. I know! Since Grimm scored one pinfall...and Diligence scored the other pinfall...I feel like the only fair solution is to crown Grimm and Diligence the NEW Tag Team Champions! [With a giant grin on his face, Mr. Marshall tosses the mic out of the ring and heads to the back. The fans aren't very happy, and Grimm and Diligence don't look too thrilled, either. Jeremy Bagwell rolls to the outside of the ring as Diligence and Grimm stand across from one another, each holding a Tag Team Championship belt. McDouglas is regrouping in the corner as Grimm and Diligence once again come face to face in the center of the ring.] Jerry Andrews: This is insane! How can Skylar Marshall award these two guys the tag titles? They're enemies! [Suddenly, "Paint it Black" by the Rolling Stones twangs throughout the arena and Grimm's head snaps towards the ring entrance. The PCW-Tron comes to life:] Jerry Andrews: What in the hell does that mean? Is that some kind of message? [As Grimm's eyes remain locked on the entryway, Diligence slowly reaches up and begins unlacing his mask. After a few seconds, Diligence pulls the mask off his face...] Jerry Andrews: That's...that's... Al Laiman: Billy Sadistic?! [The unmasked man tosses his hood in front of Grimm and waits, his black beard and unruly black hair bearing a striking resemblance to the Abomination of Desolation. Noticing the mask at his feet, Grimm slowly turns and comes nose to nose with the man. The PCW Faithful are shocked, and Grimm seems a bit surprised as well.] Jerry Andrews: That's "The Phenom" Billy Sadistic! That's Phinehas Grimm's older brother! [Billy Sadistic has a smug look on his face as he outstretches both arms, waiting for some sort of reaction. Grimm slowly raises both arms as well...and the two men embrace!] Jerry Andrews: You've gotta be kidding me... [The disdain from the fans is immediate as the reunited brothers and Tag Team Champions continue to hug in the center of the ring...that is until Antoine McDouglas levels them with a double-clothesline! The boos turn cheers, but the enthusiasm is short lived. It doesn't take long for Grimm and Sadistic to dismantle the Wolverine. Sadistic hops out of the ring and pulls back the ring apron. A confused Jeremy Bagwell approaches his mentor, but Sadistic faceplants him without hesitation. Oblivious to the intensifying boos, the Phenom fishes a steel chair out from under the ring.] Al Laiman: This doesn't bode well for the Wolverine... [Grimm has his hands wrapped around the throat of McDouglas, choking the life out of him as Sadistic slides into the ring with weapon in hand. Placing the chair around Antoine's ankle, Sadistic hops up onto the second rope...] Jerry Andrews: He's gonna snap Antoine's ankle! We need security out here, and we need them now! [Seeing what his brother has planned, Grimm releases his death grip and jumps in front of Sadistic with his hands raised.] Jerry Andrews: Thankfully, even Grimm's not that sadistic... [Sadistic looks at him quizzically. Grimm calmly removes the chair from Antoine's ankle...and places it around his neck! Stepping to the side, Grimm waves his brother on. Security sprints out from the back, but it's too late! Sadistic takes flight and comes down hard onto the steel chair! Some of the fans turn away in disgust as McDouglas begins convulsing violently!] Jerry Andrews: Jesus Christ! Al Laiman: ... [Grimm and Sadistic quickly exit the ring as its flooded with security personnel. Sadistic's lips are twisted into a gnarly smile as the brothers backpedal towards the back. The camera zooms in on the pair.] Billy Sadistic: What do you think? You wanna go give him some more? [Grimm shrugs.] Billy Sadistic: C'mon. Let's go give him a little more. [And with that, the brothers dart back into the ring. Throwing security this way and that, Grimm and Sadistic put the boots to a severely injured Antoine McDouglas! Seconds later, Grimm and Sadistic are heading back up the aisle, their damage quota met. EMTs rush to ringside as the brothers disappear to the back.] Jerry Andrews: God help us all... [As EMTs are working on the damage in the ring, the arena lights lower a bit and the PCW-Tron flickers on. On it is an image...]  [...the image flickers in and out, and then just suddenly turns off. With the arena lights now turned back up, the feed cuts back to Jerry Andrews and Al Laiman at ringside.] Jerry Andrews: I'm still in shock after that vicious beating Antoine McDouglas suffered. Al Laiman: It was a truly vicious attack that now has Antoine being rushed to Greenville Memorial Hospital. But we must press on. Next, the North American Championship will be up for grabs. Jerry Andrews: Right you are, Al. This match features a physical specimen and a PCW legend in Ace Anderson, an explosive young newcomer by the name of Jason Scene, and the man that put the North American Championship on the map...Non Compos Mentis. Inside the ring is our broadcast colleague Mark Long, ready to announce the next match-up. |
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Mark Long: The following match is scheduled for one fall, has a thirty minute time-limit, and is for the PCW North American Championship! [As the lights fade to white, "Click, Click, Boom" by Saliva spews out of the speakers as the crowd comes to their feet. Jason Scene appears on stage, stopping and looking before walking to the ring. He spins around quickly as he raises his chin and pumps himself up to the rhythm of the music.] Mark Long: Entering first...from North Hollywood, California...standing 6'2 and weighing in at 231 lbs....Jason Scene! Jerry Andrews: I can assure you that Ace Anderson hasn't forgotten about Jason Scene. Last month, Scene split Ace's skull open with a steel chair...in the name of Skylar Marshall! [As the white and gold house lights spin in the dark of the arena, Jason stands on the middle turnbuckle at the side of the ring. Peering out into the crowd before dropping to the mat and walking into the middle of the ring, he removes his leather vest and looks out to the crowd. His head slowly goes from one side to the other as the music stops. Booing is heard as Scene awaits his opponents.] Jerry Andrews: Jason Scene is oozing confidence. Al Laiman: He's oozing something... [The lights in the arena dim down and a shuddering bell toll rings out through the arena. The fans rise in anticipation as AC/DC's "Hells Bells" starts up. A bleak-looking man on a desolate street appears on the PCW-Tron as the letters N-C-M begin to flash. As the guitar picks up, Non Compos Mentis walks out from the back to a surprisingly mixed reaction from the crowd.] Mark Long: Now making his way to the ring...from Buffalo, New York...weighing in at 255 lbs., and standing 6 feet, 2 inches...Non Compos Mentis! Jerry Andrews: Are my ears deceiving me? Are some of these people cheering for Non Compos Mentis? Al Laiman: Who are they going to cheer for? Ace Anderson? Jason Scene? [Non Compos Mentis is holding a trashcan in one hand and a kendo stick in the other. With a miserable look toward the fans, NCM begins to make his way to the ring, not giving his supporters any attention at all. As he reaches the bottom of the ramp he lifts the trashcan and throws it into the ring over the top rope. The words of Brian Johnson begin to blast through the PA as NCM walks up the ring steps, onto the apron, and into the ring. Once there he walks up to the ropes and glares at the crowd before lifting the kendo stick above his head. Reluctantly, he hands over his kendo stick to Melina Cruz who clears away the trashcan to ringside.] Jerry Andrews: Are you ready for Greatness in the Flesh? Mark Long: Finally making his entrance, standing 6 feet, 6 inches and weighing in at a monstrous 295 lbs....he is a former PCW World, North American, and Tag Team Champion...Ace Anderson! ["Pain Redefined" by Disturbed hits and the boos are loud and immediate. After about fifteen seconds, Ace Anderson emerges from behind the curtain. After taking in the crowd with a look of disgust, Ace locks his eyes on his opponents. He walks to the ring with his long strides, determined to begin inflicting pain and misery. He reaches the ring, stops, looks left and then right at the crowd as if he makes to jump up to the apron as he always had in the past. He spits, turns, and walks up the stairs, climbing into the ring.] Al Laiman: Ace Anderson is simply enormous. Nearly three hundred pounds of solid muscle. [Unfortunately for little Melina Cruz, she's been tasked with officiating this bout. Without hesitation, she calls for the bell and starts the match. Quick as lightning, Jason Scene is across the ring and blindsides NCM with a diving forearm. The force sends Non Compos Mentis through the ropes, onto the ring apron, and to the arena floor. Ace Anderson closes in on the PCW newcomer, but Scene spots him and lands a kick to the gut. The blow barely fazes the big man. Scene opts to stick and move as he peppers the giant with jabs and displays some excellent footwork. Anderson lunges for Scene, but the former-reality star dodges and connects with an elbow to the top of the head. NCM crawls back into the ring and Scene catches him with a right hand. Jason Scene has Ace and NCM rocking with alternating right hands! With both men staggered, Scene hits the ropes. Anderson and NCM turn and look at each other with disgust plastered across each face. Scene rebounds with a double-clothesline, but NCM and Ace Anderson catch him, lift him high into the air, and plant him with a sickening flapjack!] Jerry Andrews: Whoa! Jason Scene must have been ten feet high! [With Scene writhing on the mat, Anderson turns and levels Non Compos Mentis with a clothesline. Anderson lays a few stomps into the head of NCM before going after Jason Scene. Scene is still smarting and Anderson knows it. "Greatness in the Flesh" hurls Scene through the air with a T-Bone suplex and follows that up with a Full Nelson slam. Rather than go for the cover, Anderson lifts the newcomer onto his shoulder and takes him to the corner. Ace hangs him upside down in the corner and Jason Scene finds himself trapped in the Tree of Woe! Anderson heads to the opposite corner.] Jerry Andrews: This is gonna hurt... [Anderson charges, but NCM cuts him off with a knee to the mid-section that flips the big man onto his back. Pulling Anderson off the mat, NCM dumps him to the outside. As Melina begins her ten-count, NCM strolls over to where Scene is hanging in the corner. Looking at him for a moment, NCM decides his best course of action is...a hammer first to the groin! The fans roar as Non Compos Mentis unleashes a flurry of stomps that eventually free Scene from the corner. NCM drags Scene to the middle of the ring by the hair and plants him with the Evenflow DDT. NCM makes the cover, hooking the leg. 1...2...] Al Laiman: Ace Anderson out of nowhere! [Anderson breaks up the attempt and begins his assault on the two-time North American Champion. Anderson sends NCM to the corner, but Mentis flies right back out and catches Ace with a lariat! Anderson goes down and NCM takes over. Mentis scoop slams Anderson to the mat and locks in a camel clutch as the fans roar their approval. Melina checks with Anderson as NCM continues to wrench on the hold. Then, without warning, Mentis releases the hold and begins clutching his head. NCM staggers a couple steps before falling into the fetal position.] Jerry Andrews: Non Compos Mentis had Ace Anderson right where he wanted him! [Not quite sure what has happened, Ace Anderson shakes off the effects of the hold and goes after NCM. As Mentis struggles to stand, Anderson begins laying in some heavy stomps. Moments later, a groggy Jason Scene joins in. Scene and Anderson stomp away on NCM, and Mentis is...smiling?] Jerry Andrews: I can't believe it. Non Compos Mentis is taking a merciless beating...and he's enjoying it?! [Scene clubs Anderson across the back, and this is all the opening NCM needs to spring to his feet! Mentis latches onto Scene from behind and takes him to the mat with a Russian legsweep. Anderson closes in and walks right into a spinebuster. NCM is all over "Greatness in the Flesh" with big right hands. Scene is back up and Mentis takes him to the side of the ring. As Ace pulls himself to his feet, NCM whips Scene into him! Ace falls backwards into the ropes, his massive arms becoming entangled in the strands. Scene staggers back into the middle of the ring where a sinister-looking Non Compos Mentis boots him in the stomach. As Scene doubles over, NCM locks him into position and drives his head into the canvas with the Fractured Mind! With Anderson unable to free himself from the ropes, Mentis casually makes the cover, his eyes locked on the eyes of Anderson. 1...2...3!] Mark Long: Your winner...by pinfall...and NEW PCW North American Champion...Non Compos Mentis! Jerry Andrews: Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new North American Champion! [The fans cheer as NCM stands with a twisted smirk on his face. Ace Anderson lets out a guttural roar as he tries to free himself from the ropes, determined to tear NCM apart.] Al Laiman: I've experienced battle with both these men in the past. My hat goes off to them both. Jerry Andrews: ...but you're not wearing a hat. [When Ace frees himself, it is clearly evident that he is furious at himself for not being able to pick up the win. Ace Anderson paces back and forth at ringside as the crowd shows their distaste at Non Compos Mentis's championship victory. Having heard enough, Ace grabs a microphone and jumps into the ring.] Ace Anderson: That's about enough out of you, fuckers. And that includes the two of you at ringside at the commentators' booth. If Ace Anderson hears one fucking peep out of you while he is talking, I will not hesitate to end your lives. PCW fans, boo all you want, at Non Compos Mentis or at Ace Anderson. You have nothing to do with what happens in this ring. The problem here is that Ace Anderson does. Five and a half years ago, Ace Anderson stood in this ring and was crowned North American Champion and Icemann Invitational Tournament winner. He is not blind to the changing tides. At this moment he stands before you having lost both. Somewhere along the way, what made Ace Anderson Great has been lost. Or so it seems. A month before the first Living a Legacy, Sean Hunter, if any of you remember who he is, beat Ace Anderson to a pulp. He made him look foolish. But he did teach him his first lesson in pain. Something snapped that day, wires crossed. A transformation began. Ace Anderson changed, and everyone saw it as he defeated Sean Hunter to move on in the tournament when everybody thought Sean Hunter was PCW's golden jewel. Ace Anderson spit on that jewel and it tarnished, and Sean Hunter was never the same again. And so it began. He began to speak in the third person. As a way of recognition. So everyone would know that something was different. And it was different. In a few short months Ace Anderson was North American Champion. World Champion. He was defending his title and his right to call himself Greatness in the Flesh and the best in the business. He had sacrificed everything he knew, everything he held as true, to be there. And men will say that Ace Anderson lost it when Lantlas came along. He lost his title, he lost the right to Greatness. The losing began. He lost more times after losing to Lantlas than he ever thought he could. Why? Because once again, something changed. When he spoke in the third person, it was as a matter of separation. To separate Ace Anderson from Jason McDonald, to separate the monster and the man. When Ace Anderson returned to Pure Class Wrestling after his match with Al Laiman sent him reeling, ironically after the last Living a Legacy, for one more shot at Lantlas and the World Championship, he still spoke in the third person. For separation, for recognition, and for revenge. He would return to the way he was to defeat the man who stole it from him. Lantlas stole his glory, his right to Greatness. And Ace Anderson fought to get it back. He went to new lengths, to new heights in brutality, to new levels of low. He broke the heart of a child. To break the mind of a man. But it did not work. Ace Anderson failed. He failed as he did the first time, and many times following the loss of his World Championship. Why? Because of weakness. Because of clawing at the inside of his skull, telling him he was wrong. Because of warm air trying to thaw his cold and callous heart. But now, that is no more. Ace Anderson lost tonight, but now, only now, is he on the right path. Only now does he truly understand. Men like Nacho Grande can say that Ace Anderson can't beat Lantlas, can't beat Mike Park, lost to the Byrd. But that was not Ace Anderson. Not the real Ace Anderson. If you say there's not a difference, you'll find out soon enough. There is no longer a need for separation. There is no longer a need for recognition. There isn't even a need for revenge. Now it is time for acceptance. I am Ace Anderson, solely and completely. And I am not God. I am what remains of a man who has lost everything, and now has nothing to lose. I am a man ready, willing, and able to deal damage beyond your darkest nightmares or your masochistic dreams on any man who stands in my way. Wins and losses no longer matter. There is only pain. Idle chatter? Angry ranting? Foolish, empty, threats? Step into the ring with me. And you will see. Still don't believe me? Then maybe I'll step into the ring with you. [Ace Anderson throws the microphone to the mat and exits the ring at the corner. He walks down the ramp as his music plays, basking in the boos, unaffected by the bottles and cups thrown to hit him as he heads backstage. And he plans his next attack. Before the commentators can chime in, the feed switches to the backstage area. Kassandra Black, apparently the only interviewer working tonight, is standing with Heavy Metal, already decked out in his ring gear and raring to go.] Kassandra Black: I'm standing here with one of the final four in the Icemann Invitational Tournament, "Heavy Metal" Jacob Roth. Metal, do you have anything to say to mark this historic occasion? Heavy Metal: Babe, it's so good to be here I feel I should make a speech. But I never know what to say, you know? I just so damn shy and humble. I suppose I could brag about the physical condition I'm in... [He strikes a quick side-pose and points casually to his bicep.] Heavy Metal: Yeah, I know. Check that baby out, huh? I could shoot off my mouth about all this incredible athletic ability I’ve got... [The standing back-flip goes off so smooth he doesn't even lose his shades.] Heavy Metal: I could even make a bunch of bad puns about Pure Class and Living a Legacy...uh, no. Sorry, no examples. Puns are for douchebags. What I'd rather talk about is PCW itself, because this is The. Finest. Wrestling organization in the world! Pure Class represents the cream of the crop, the pick of the litter, the best of the mother-loving best, and tonight... Ohhh, they'll be talking about tonight when I'm old and gray. Because tonight is the night that WE – not the royal we, I mean We The Freaking People – rise up and take what's ours! You know who I'm talking about, and they know exactly who they are. I'm talking about everybody who's ready to see the dawn of a new era! We're rising up; out with the old, in with the new! We're the rock and roll revolution all over again! We're the party animals, the head bangers, and the mosh monkeys. Pure Class Wrestling is the land of the free and the home of the crazed, and we don't care WHAT the neighbors say! And let me tell you another thing. Not a one of us is scared of Murdoc and his 'DWEAD PIWATE WOBEWTS' routine. So Mike Park and Nacho Grande, here's a little tip because I'm such a nice guy. Save every single thing you've got, because there's an army coming through. There's something here that we want REAL bad, and you guys are standing in the way of a force like you've never felt before. It's called the Metal Militia, and if you ain't buying it, you'll have to learn the hard way like Murdoc's about to do! Because when that bell rings, the music's just started baby! EEYAAOW! [Heavy Metal shoots the camera and the fans a classic devil horn salute, and exits stage left, pumped up and ready to meet his destiny.] |
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[And just like that, as if on cue, a blistering guitar riff thunders through the arena and the PCW-Tron flashes to the image of a wall of flame and a wild mane of blonde hair. The music builds and the huge sunglassed face turns to the camera as fiery embers burn in the dripping lenses. His mouth opens in a primal scream, stretching wider and wider as the view zooms in closer and closer...and the lights go out. There is a deafening pyrotechnic explosion, "Metal Militia" kicks in proper, and Heavy Metal is on the stage, his head thrown back and arms held aloft in two-fingered salutes.] Jerry Andrews: Listen to these fans and tell me that Heavy Metal isn't the most beloved man in the PCW! I can hardly hear myself think! Al Laiman: What?! I can barely hear you! Mark Long: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall and is for advancement in The Icemann Invitational Tournament. Introducing first...from San Diego, California and weighing in at 235 lbs....he stands 6 feet, 1 inch...the undefeated PCW Air Guitar Champion...The Whirling Dervish of Metal Mayhem...Heavy Metal! [Roth pumps his fist and slaps as many hands as he can reach, then charges the ring at a dead run. He slides in, leaps to the top rope to strip off his leather jacket, and whips off his sunglasses to hurl them into the crowd. This deed done, Roth backflips off the top into a three-point landing and a wild air guitar performance that only the Whirling Dervish of Metal Mayhem can deliver.] Jerry Andrews: This will be a classic tale of David versus Goliath. Metal's speed versus Murdoc's... [Andrews is cut off in mid-sentence as an explosion rocks the Pure Class Arena! "Black and White" by Static-X blasts over the speakers, but seconds later the signal begins to squark and buzz. "Fiend" by Coal Chamber erupts through the speakers and strobe lights flicker to life as a ring of white flame erupts upon the stage. From underneath the edge of said flames, Murdoc rises in all his glory. Still. Unwavering. Resolute. At least until he has reached the top, at which point he begins his slow walk towards the ring. The edge of the hood hanging over his face, he walks steadily towards the ring.] Jerry Andrews: Look at my arm, Al. Goosebumps. Mark Long: And his opponent...standing a towering 6 feet, 7 inches and weighing in at 250 lbs....he is a former PCW International and Tag Team Champion...the man formerly known as The Prophet...Murdoc! [Standing at ringside for a brief moment, Murdoc turns to the ring steps and begins to ascend them. Wiping his feet on the apron, he steps through the ropes and enters. Turning to his immediate left, he goes to one of the far corners and disrobes.] Jerry Andrews: The hatred for Murdoc is so intense you can feel it hanging in the air. Al Laiman: The referee for this match is Eddie Lane, making his second appearance out here tonight after injecting himself into the Tag Team Championship match earlier in the evening. [Eddie Lane reluctantly checks Murdoc for foreign objects before making his inspection of Heavy Metal. While Lane is checking one of Metal's boots, Murdoc clobbers his opponent! Caught off-guard, the referee dodges out of harm's way and immediately calls for the bell. Murdoc attacks with heavy clubbing blows to the back and neck as Roth attempts to recover from the sneak attack. The fans boo all the while.] Jerry Andrews: Some questionable tactics by Murdoc, but I can't say that I'm surprised. [Murdoc continues his assault until Metal wisely dives out of the ring. Murdoc makes no attempt to follow his adversary. Metal takes a seven-count from the referee before climbing onto the ring apron. Murdoc closes fast and takes a shoulder to the mid-section for his troubles. A kick under the chin sends Murdoc staggering and gives Roth enough room to connect with a springboard shoulder block! Murdoc still doesn't go down. Metal lays in a pair of leg kicks before hitting the ropes and rebounding with an explosive dropkick! Murdoc is knocked back to the ropes while the Whirling Dervish of Metal Mayhem bounces back to his feet. Murdoc's momentum shoots him off the ropes and he nearly beheads his opponent with an awesome clothesline!] Jerry Andrews: Holy smokes! [Murdoc drops down and makes the cover. 1...2.kickout! A small cheer, but Murdoc is back in control. Murdoc continues to punish his foe with headbutts and heavy fists as he pummels Heavy Metal from one corner to the next. Roth's attempts to fight back are futile with Murdoc's size and strength prevailing. Murdoc spikes him with a piledriver and things look dire for the high flying dynamo. Murdoc makes the cover while driving his forearm across Metal's face. 1...2...kickout!] Jerry Andrews: Oh! That was close! Al Laiman: Heavy Metal is hurting in a bad way. [Murdoc rolls Metal onto his stomach and looks out into the sea of fans before mounting him and striking with a vicious forearm! Slowly and methodically, Murdoc lands one forearm after another. Metal tries his best to fend them off, but each blow is visibly taking its toll. It starts as a distant murmur, but it doesn't take long before the PCW Faithful are on their feet screaming and stomping for their hero! Infuriated, Murdoc's blows come faster and harder. A shot of adrenaline has Heavy Metal back on his knees. Murdoc's forearms have turned to wild, club-like smashes! In an instant, Roth somersaults forward and bucks Murdoc into the ropes. Enraged, Murdoc turns and charges Heavy Metal. Roth dropkicks Murdoc's knee out from under him and he eats canvas. Hard.] Jerry Andrews: I think I saw a tooth go flying! [Metal is still a bit dazed, but he presses the action and pulls Murdoc off the mat. Murdoc sneaks in a thumb to the eye and Eddie Lane is quick to reprimand him. Murdoc ignores the warning and goes after his temporarily-blinded foe. Metal turns just in time to grab two giant fists full of beard and slingshot the behemoth face-first into the top turnbuckle. The fans are back into it as Heavy Metal slams Murdoc's hard head into the turnbuckle once more. The impact has no effect. Metal catches him with a standing dropkick right under the chin, but this only staggers the big man. Shrugging his shoulders, Heavy Metal jabs a thumb into Murdoc's eye. Lane chastises the rocker as the fans have a good laugh.] Jerry Andrews: I guess turnabout's fair play. [Heavy Metal heads to the top rope and unleashes the heavy artillery. Waiting for the blinded Murdoc to turn, Metal soars through the air and takes the big man to the mat with an impressive Frankensteiner! The fans pop as Roth proceeds to lay in several right hands! Riding the momentum, Metal returns to the top rope and catches some major hang time before connecting with a fist drop! Again, the fans roar, and this time Metal makes the cover and hooks the leg. 1...2...kickout!] Jerry Andrews: Whoa! That was close! Heavy Metal is really pouring it on! Al Laiman: That's an understatement. I haven't seen anyone take it to Murdoc like this in a long, long time. [Murdoc slowly begins to rise, but Metal is right there to greet him. A few left jabs steer Murdoc into the corner and Heavy Metal attempts to Irish whip the big man into the opposite corner. Murdoc reverses and trails Metal across the ring. In an incredible show of leg strength, Metal leaps up onto the top turnbuckle and springboards off! The fans come to their feet just in time to see Murdoc connect with Oblivion at top speed! Metal goes down in a heap and tumbles into the ring ropes, half his body hanging outside the ring as the fans emit a collective groan. Tugging Metal's limp body back onto the mat, he covers him. 1...2...] Jerry Andrews: Foot on the ropes! Heavy Metal got his foot on the bottom rope! [Mumbling a curse, Murdoc drags him into the center of the ring and places his large hand in the center of Metal's chest. 1...2...] Jerry Andrews: Metal managed to get the shoulder up, and Murdoc can't believe it! [The fans are rocking and rolling as Murdoc covers Roth, this time cradling the neck and hooking the leg. 1...2...kickout! The intensity grows louder. Murdoc slowly stands, his face drenched with sweat, and he waits for the whirling dervish to stand. Slowly, but surely, Metal stands. His knees are weak and shaking as he walks right into Murdoc and his waiting fist. With all of his might, Murdoc throws the Temporary Oblivion!] Jerry Andrews: Metal ducks! Swing and a miss! [Reaching back, Metal grabs Murdoc and plants him with a jumping neckbreaker! Sensing the end, Metal points to the corner and the place goes ballistic! Both men are running on fumes as Heavy Metal ascends the ropes and stands perched on the top turnbuckle. Flashbulbs are going crazy! Heavy Metal takes flight and connects with a beautiful Air Guitar and the place erupts! Heavy Metal rolls on top of the giant and Eddie Lane slides into position. 1...2...thre...NO! Murdoc instinctively kicks out.] Al Laiman: I cannot believe it! Murdoc just kicked out of The Air Guitar! I don't think anyone has ever kicked out of The Air Guitar before! Jerry Andrews: Both of these competitors are giving it their all tonight. No matter who advances, they're both winners. Al Laiman: Well, that's not technically true, but I get your point. [Metal is on his knees, exasperated. As his wet, dangling locks roll over his face, Metal slowly gets to his feet. He gets into the face of Eddie and slaps his hands three times, to emphasize the fact that he thought it should have been a three-count. Eddie appears to be a bit agitated that Metal is in his face and clarifies that Murdoc did in-fact kick out. Heavy Metal cannot see the replay going on like the viewers at home can, and it shows that the count may have been a smidgen too slow, but nothing overly blatant. It's up to the viewer to decide whether Eddie counted slow or not. What isn't up for review is that as Metal turns around to face where Murdoc lays, Murdoc is already to his feet and nails Roth with what appears to be a fireball. Lane is able to see...well, not much, due to the angle he had, it just appears that Murdoc hit Roth with a knockout blow. Metal falls to the mat in pain and Murdoc quickly makes the pin. 1...] Jerry Andrews: Don't tell me Murdoc's going to advance like this! [...2...] Al Laiman: It definitely appears as such, Jerry. [...3!] Mark Long: The winner of the match...and advancing to the finals of The Icemann Invitational Tournament...Murdoc! [Eddie raises Murdoc's arm as the fans are livid. A small, yet noticeable smile forms across Murdoc's face and he mouths the words "One More" to the camera. Murdoc leaves the ring as Lane looks over Heavy Metal. It looks as if he is about to call EMTs out here for a second time tonight, but Metal insists that he is alright and gets up to leave on his own accord. He rubs his eyes as the fans give him a standing ovation as he exits the ring and up the ramp. The feed then switches to Jerry and Al at ringside.] Jerry Andrews: And just like that, after thirty-seven minutes of grueling action, Murdoc advances to the finals of The Icemann Invitational. I have to say though, very gutsy performance by Heavy Metal. His dreams of being PCW World Champion have been crushed for the time being. But if he can get his wits together, he still has a shot at becoming PCW International Champion. Al Laiman: I doubt we've seen the last of Heavy Metal challenging for the World Championship. As for his chance at the International Championship, I've been on the receiving end of similar fireballs. As devastating as the move initially is, it's more of a stunning maneuver. If he flushes his eyes out in the back, he should have close to full vision when he comes back out here tonight. I really feel for him for losing that match in that fashion though. I can only wonder what Skylar is thinking right now. Jerry Andrews: Mr. Marshall cannot be happy with this outcome, especially with what happened with Jason Scene earlier in the evening. But up next is another Icemann Invitational Tournament match. Mike Park will be taking on Nacho Grande, with the winner going on to face that dastardly Murdoc in the main event! Al Laiman: I tell you Jerry, Park has been on such a roll since he walked through the doors of Pure Class Wrestling, he's got to be one of the odds-on favorites to win the big prize. Jerry Andrews: There have been so many twists and turns along the way that it's anybody's game. At Trauma 89, Mike Park did the impossible by defeating Ace Anderson, and Nacho Grande did the maybe even MORE impossible by defeating The Lord of Misrule, Grimm! Al Laiman: Upset of the century, no doubt. Mad props to Nacho! But it's going to be a long, long night for these men, and Taco Bell food comes back to haunt you after a while. Jerry Andrews: Al, that's one of our sponsors! Al Laiman: You're right. It gives you great endurance, folks. Nacho Grande is the only man in Pure Class Wrestling who can pass the Statue of David through his colon. Jerry Andrews: ALEXANDER LOUISE LAIMAN! Al Laiman: What? [The feed then cuts from the commentators' booth to Mark Long standing in the ring.] |
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Mark Long: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is the second semi-final of The Icemann Invitational Tournament! Introducing first, weighing in at 222 lbs...NACHO GRANDE! OHHH OHHH OHHH OH OH! OHHH OHHH OHHH OH OH! OHHH OHHH OHHH OH OH! Listen up everybody if you wanna take a chance Just get on the floor and do the New Kids dance Don't worry about nothin' cause it won't take long We're gonna put you in a trance with a funky song! CAUSE YOU GOTTA BE HANGIN' TOUGH HANGIN' TOUGH, HANGIN' TOUGH! We're ROUGH! OHHH OHHH OHHH OH OH! OHHH OHHH OHHH OH OH! OHHH OHHH OHHH OH OH! OHHH OHHH OHHH OH OH! Everybody's always talkin' 'bout who's on top Don't cross our path cause you're gonna get stopped We ain't gonna give anybody any slack And if you try to keep us down, we're gonna come right back! [Hailing from behind the curtain, two masked superstars set foot in the PCW realm. Accompanied by his good compadres Beef Supreme and Quesa Dilla, both only 79 cents for their services of course, emerges the great Nacho Grande! With a lucha mask, a Spiderman t-shirt, a Superman cape, Batman boots, and a Wonder Woman skirt, Nacho Grande waves along with the music hooking one arm over his head with the beat. The crowd can't help but follow the catchiness and the dance, and Nacho hits the ring with the crowd singing along.] OHHH OHHH OHHH OH OH! OHHH OHHH OHHH OH OH! OHHH OHHH OHHH OH OH! Get loose everybody cause we're gonna do our thing Cause you know it ain't over til the fat lady sings! HANGIN' TOUGH, HANGIN' TOUGH, HANGIN' TOUGH ARE YA TOUGH ENOUGH? HANGIN' TOUGH, HANGIN' TOUGH, HANGIN' TOUGH WE'RE ROUGH OHHH OHHH OHHH OH OH! HANGIN' TOUGH OHHH OHHH OHHH OH OH! JUST HANGIN' TOUGH OHHH OHHH OHHH OH OH! HANGIN' TOUGH Jerry Andrews: Look at this crowd go nuts! They have really gotten behind Nacho Grande, and he is basking in it! Al Laiman: He's a whole new Nacho and he deserves to be in this tournament. But it's not the fans that have to wrestle the match, Jerry, it's that man right there. If he wants to win that coveted gold strap, he's got to go through both Mike Park and Murdoc. For his sake, I hope he brought his A, B, and C games. He might want a D, E, and F too, just in case. Mark Long: And his opponent, fighting out of Ottawa, Ontario, Canada and weighing in at two hundred twenty five pounds...MIKE PARK! ["Prince" by Deftones kicks in and the crowd goes up once more. Mike Park emerges onto the stage, poses for a moment, then points straight at Nacho. He makes his way down the aisle, slapping a few hands, but always keeping at least one eye on his opponent.] Jerry Andrews: Mike Park has built his own contingent of fans. Both these men have amazing ring skills and are very evenly matched physically. We could be watching a real clinic here. Al Laiman: Park is fast and tough, but maybe most important of all, he's very smart in that ring. He's a thinker, a strategist. That's what could give him the edge to win the whole thing. Jerry Andrews: But Nacho Grande is so driven, he’s got so much desire. There’s massive heart in the luchador and he’s been waiting a long time for this. I think this one is a toss up, Al. Roberto Garcia is in the ring giving some final instructions, and we’re just about to start. *DING DING DING!* [Nacho and Park circle each other, feinting back and forth a few times, but neither sees an opening they like. Suddenly Nacho Grande breaks away and poses on the turnbuckle, drawing some more cheers from the crowd and clearly enjoying his popularity. Mike Park waits for him to finish and then works the crowd a little himself.] Jerry Andrews: Both athletes pumping themselves up a little bit, starting out carefully. They know how much is on the line here. Al Laiman: Of course they do, Jerry. The PCW World Championship is the most venerated title in the sport, and it’s sat vacant too long for anybody’s taste. But the International Championship is just as prestigious and after the match we just saw, that one’s not going to be easy pickings either. [Park and Nacho prowl the ring, then lock up in a collar and elbow. A struggle for position ensues, and a clean break. They size each other up some more, tie up, push back and forth, and break apart again without finding an advantage. Both men circle the ring, looking for an opening. Another collar and elbow, and this time Nacho gets Park in a headlock. Park fights it, gets his arms around Nacho’s waist and lifts him into a back body suplex. But no! Nacho lands on his feet and runs Park into the ropes. Park grabs the top and throws Nacho off, but the luchador does a backward roll to a standing position, and both men are right back where they started.] Jerry Andrews: Just look at the agility of these men! Both athletes are being very careful in the opening minutes of this match. Al Laiman: All it takes is one mistake and they know it. You can win here, but if you don’t hold enough in reserve you’ll go home with nothing. You can lose here and still become the International Champion. One of these guys could just take a hike and save everything for the title match. Jerry Andrews: No chance anyone’s going to do that, Al. This is Pure Class Wrestling, and every athlete wants to be the one standing tall at the end of the night. [The men lock up once more and Park powers Nacho into the ropes. He delivers three hard chops and throws him to the far side. Nacho reverses it and tries for a backdrop, but Park goes over the top into a sunset flip!] 1... [No, not even a one! Nacho rolls backwards out of the pinning predicament and dropkicks the still-seated Park right in the face! Nacho makes the cover without pause.] 1... [A one count only. Nacho is about to press his advantage, but Park is already back up and ready. The luchador breaks off the attack.] Jerry Andrews: First point to Nacho, Park caught that dropkick right between the eyes! Al Laiman: They’re trying to end this as quickly as possible, the longer it goes the less chance either man has of going home with the strap. [They tie up again, and Park gets Nacho in an arm wringer. Nacho reverses it. Park re-reverses it, cranking it as hard as he can. Nacho re-RE-reverses it, and whips Park to the canvas with an arm drag. Park is up immediately, smacks aside a dropkick attempt and slaps Nacho in a headlock on the canvas. The luchador reaches for the ropes, but is too far away. Forcing himself to his feet, he throws Park off. Park to the ropes, Nacho drops to the mat, Park off the far side, Nacho with a leapfrog and then a monkey flip attempt. Park lands on his feet and seizes his opponent’s head on the third rebound in a bulldog!] Jerry Andrews: Big move by Park, and another fast cover! 1... 2... [Nacho kicks out. Park tries for another Irish Whip, but Nacho hangs on and turns it into an arm wringer. He cranks it hard, forcing his opponent to double over, then rolls right across Park’s back, snagging his other arm on the way down and whipping him to the canvas with tremendous force.] Jerry Andrews: Great technical ability in the luchador! Nacho hooks the leg... 1... [Park gets the shoulder up. Nacho tries to keep him on the mat, but Park forces himself upright. Nacho throws Park to the corner, but Park reverses it at the last possible second and drives his shoulder into Nacho’s gut just as he hits the turnbuckles! Nacho rolls around holding his stomach in pain.] Al Laiman: What a shot! Did you hear that impact, Jerry? That shook the ring! Jerry Andrews: Park makes the cover... 1... Jerry Andrews: No good, Nacho was too close to the ropes and the referee is ordering a break. How many pinfall attempts have we had already? Five? Six? Al Laiman: Five by my count. I don’t blame them, that’s just smart wrestling. Put the guy away as fast as you can and save it for the big one. [Nacho is still in serious pain. Park blocks a wild punch and locks in an abdominal stretch! Nacho is writhing and Referee Garcia checks for submission. Nacho is fighting against it, but Park has it perfectly applied. Nacho reaches for the ropes, but is situated dead center of the ring with nowhere to go. Garcia is right there, but the luchador is shaking his head furiously, refusing to give up.] Al Laiman: I told you Park was a strategist! He goes right for the weakest point every time, and now Nacho Grande is in a bad, bad position! Jerry Andrews: The referee is still checking for submission and Nacho is nowhere near the ropes. Mike Park is wrenching on that hold, this could be over right now! Wait, no it’s not! [Nacho finally escapes via a hip toss and collapses to one knee holding his gut. Park springs off the mat, puts his foot on Nacho’s knee and drives his other boot into his face, laying him out flat with a Shining Wizard! Nacho is rolled up for the pin.] 1... 2... Jerry Andrews: That was close! Garcia’s hand was coming down for the three. Al Laiman: Park is showing a little frustration there, he thought he had him twice. [Park goes right back on the offense, sitting on Nacho and unceremoniously slugging him the face. After earning a few closed-fist warnings from Referee Garcia, he repositions and drives both knees into Nacho’s gut. Once, twice, and the third time from almost a full handstand position. Park pulls Nacho off the mat, executes a teeth-rattling snap suplex, and makes the cover.] 1... 2... [Still no good! Park powers Nacho into the corner, chopping and stomping away. A throw to the far corner, but Nacho reverses and Park hits the turnbuckles! Nacho charges, desperate to get the momentum back, but gets a boot in the face for his trouble. Park climbs to the top, but before he can get fully in position, Nacho recovers and lands a hard punch. Park is teetering on the top, and with a burst of energy, the luchador jumps to the second rope and delivers a springboard dropkick. Mike Park crashes from the top all the way to the floor!] Jerry Andrews: Nacho Grande just dropkicked Mike Park clear out of the ring! The luchador is trying to get back into this match in a big way! Al Laiman: That was a short flight with a hideous landing! Park’s trying to get up, he’d better watch it... [Nacho positions himself and the instant Mike Park is on his feet again, he runs the ring apron and flies off with a hurricanrana, sending Park sprawling halfway up the aisle! Nacho didn’t do himself any favors, but is the first to rise. Rather than going after Park, instead he grabs a steel chair!] Jerry Andrews: Huge HUGE move by Nacho Grande, but what’s he doing now? He’s not going to hit him with that, is he? Al Laiman: I don’t know, maybe. He could get DQ-ed and still win the International Championship. [Nacho wouldn’t do that. He sets up the chair next to his fallen opponent and... Moonsault on the floor!)] Jerry Andrews: Listen to that crowd! Nacho Grande is back in the game! Al Laiman: He can’t get the win on the outside though. He’s rolling Park back in and going for the cover... 1... 2... Jerry Andrews: Oh, I thought he had it! I thought it was over! If he could have gotten Park covered a second earlier, he’d be fighting for the World Title! Al Laiman: You realize you could technically say that about any two-count, right? But still, that was close, and Park is in a lot of trouble here. [Nacho thought he had it as well. Park is struggling to rise, and Nacho grabs him by the hair. Park is pulled into the corner where his face is repeatedly introduced quite rudely to the turnbuckles.] [Mike Park topples backward, flat on his back, and Nacho goes up top. He raises his arms to the cheering crowd...this could be the 2AM Drive-Thru...] Jerry Andrews: Here comes Nacho off the top, flying high high HIGH in the air... Al Laiman: NO! [Park rolls to the side at the last second and Nacho crashes brutally to the mat! Both men are down and Referee Garcia starts the ten-count.] 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... [At eight and a half, Park throws an arm over Nacho Grande.] 1... 2... 3... NO! Al Laiman: Jerry, you couldn’t have fit a piece of paper between the mat and the referee’s hand! I was sure that was a three count! Jerry Andrews: Garcia is signaling that it was only a two. Both men are very slow to rise here, it’s a race to see who can get to their feet first! [Nacho tries to get his hands on Park, but receives a chop for his trouble. Nacho gives one right back. The competitors are on their knees, rocking each other with hard shots. Park starts to get the upper hand with three lefts in a row, and makes it to his feet first. Nacho gets thrown to the corner, but somehow reverses it and Park slams back first into the turnbuckles.] Jerry Andrews: Nacho is slow to follow up, his midsection is really hurting him. He did a lot of damage to himself in that crash landing. [The luchador charges the corner. Park slips out through the middle rope and swings his legs up over the top in a pendulum kick right in Nacho’s face. The luchador is staggered but tries to hold the advantage. He makes a grab for Park who is still on the ring apron. Park was waiting for exactly that, seizes the luchador’s head, and drops to the floor, guillotining him on the top rope!] Al Laiman: Right across the throat! That takes every breath of air you have right out of your body! I told you that guy was smart! Jerry Andrews: Nacho is flat on his back in the ring, but Park has taken some serious damage. If he can make the cover in time... [Park is using the ring apron to hold himself upright. He very slowly climbs the ropes, all the way to the top... TOO slow, Nacho catches him! The luchador mounts the ropes himself, and the two men fight for supremacy. Nacho is going for a superplex, but Park is blocking it.] Jerry Andrews: Something bad is going to happen to here, it’s just a question of who it happens to. Both athletes are hurting bad… Wait, I think Nacho’s got it… NO, PARK TURNS IT AROUND! Al Laiman: SUPER FACEBUSTER! From the top! Good Lord, did you see that hang time on the rebound? They must have bounced three feet in the air! Jerry Andrews: Park hooks the leg... 1... 2... 3!!! *DING DING DING* Jerry Andrews: That’s it! Park will go on to face Murdoc in the main event! Al Laiman: And Nacho Grande will face Heavy Metal for the International Title! I’ve got to hand it to both of these guys, that was a hell of a battle! You have to wonder how much they’ve got left in the tank after spending what, close to twenty minutes in there? Mark Long: The winner of this bout as the result of a pinfall… MIKE PARK! Jerry Andrews: We have our double main event, ladies and gentlemen! What a night it has been and what a night it’s going to be! Al Laiman: Fans, I’ve got the program right here in front of me. It says, and I quote, ‘Family Time Is Over’. Jerry Andrews: You’re one-hundred percent right, Al. Coming up is possibly the most heinous match ever conceived of by man. Ladies and gentlemen, its time to feel the Pain of Glass! Al Laiman: There have only been a handful of occasions in Pure Class history this has been allowed to take place. ‘Possibly’ my butt, Jerry, this IS the most heinous match ever conceived! I can’t imagine why anyone would subject themselves to it willingly. [Security personnel and officials begin to file out from the back. Leading the way is the referee for the match, Manny Cruz, carrying a bulging sack and with a pair of heavy gloves hanging from his belt. He is also wearing thick elbow and kneepads, and may have some kind of vest under his striped referee shirt.] Jerry Andrews: It’s not often you see an official wearing what amounts to armor. Al Laiman: Who can blame him? I’d have a mask of some kind, myself. In a few seconds there’s going to be razor sharp glass everywhere, and the ref has to be right down in it with everybody else. I wouldn’t officiate this thing for love or money. [Behind Cruz are "Big Dave" Brandt and two of the security crew, each lugging a pair of sawhorses. Four garbage cans full of florescent lights are brought out, along with several armloads of loose ones. The crowd cheers wildly as the final two members of the parade appear from behind the curtain carrying a stack of glass sheets between them.] Jerry Andrews: Here they are, those horrifying panes of glass. Al Laiman: Oh sure, the fans can cheer if they want. THEY’RE not the ones who are going to have to feel the agony of going through one of those. [Two sawhorses are set up on three sides of the ring and a sheet of glass is laid across each pair. The rest are placed inside, stacked in one corner under the turnbuckles. The four garbage cans of florescent lights are placed on the outside, and the loose tubes are piled liberally all around the ringside area. Manny Cruz unties the burlap sack and walks around the outside, pouring small light bulbs all around, filling in every available bit of floor space. Several shatter on impact and gleam wickedly in the arena lights.] Jerry Andrews: The Pure Class ring is being turned into a torture chamber before our eyes! 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Mark Long: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is the PAIN OF GLASS match! There will be NO count-out, NO disqualification, and falls will count anywhere. However, a participant may NOT be pinned until he has been put through one of the deadly panes of glass! And now… Introducing first, from Minneapolis, Minnesota. Weighing in at 213 lbs… This. Is. PEGASUS! [‘Leap of Faith’ begins to play throughout the arena as a single spotlight shines down upon the entrance ramp. Pegasus jogs out onto the stage as the first few lyrics are sung, one hand pointed up into the spotlight above. After a few moments he starts to work his way down the ramp, alternating sides and giving "high-fives" to all the fans he can. Upon reaching the ring, he slides under the bottom rope and hops to his feet as he throws both his arms up. He then steps over to a corner and leans into it awaiting his opponents.] Al Laiman: A bit of history here, folks. Pegasus is the veteran tonight, although I don’t envy him that. He’s been in every one of these ghastly contests so far and knows what it’s like better than anyone. Jerry Andrews: That’s true, Al. But if you remember, LoKi was the one who created this match. Al Laiman: I do remember, and you have to wonder about the mental state of anyone who could dream up something like this. You reap what you sow, I guess, because here he comes. Mark Long: His opponent, also fighting out of Minneapolis, Minnesota. Weighing in at 220 lbs.… He is the Fallen Angel… LoKi [The Arena goes dark and multi colored lights flash around the arena in time with ‘Unstable’ by Adema. An explosion rocks the stage as the music picks up and as the lights come back LoKi stands on the stage with his fists pumped in the air. LoKi starts slowly down the ramp, visibly limping, but slapping hands with fans as he goes. Getting to the ring he slides under the bottom rope. Standing in the center of the ring, LoKi kneels down. Jumping back to his feet with his fists once again pumped in the air, the turnbuckles begin shooting golden sparks around the ring.] Jerry Andrews: LoKi and Pegasus aren’t speaking to each other, but I’m sure you can imagine what’s going through their minds. These men are friends, Al, and to win this match you’ve got to inflict the most horrible punishment imaginable. Could YOU throw a friend of yours through that glass? Al Laiman: What I’m wondering is if this is going to be a three-way dance or a handicap match. The only reason LoKi is part of this is because he tried to come to Pegasus’ aid following that vicious attack by the Elven Warrior. Jerry Andrews: He’s still having problems with that leg because of it, and I’ll tell you that I’m concerned. LoKi doesn’t seem himself at all lately, and frankly he doesn’t look like he’s thrilled to be in there. Al Laiman: Oh gee, he only has to roll around in a half-ton of broken glass with a bum wheel. No big. Especially not against two opponents like Pegasus and the man we’re about to see in a second… Mark Long: And now entering the arena, their opponent. He stands 6 feet, 7 inches and weighs in at 240 lbs.. From Munich, Germany, he is “The Elven Warrior”. Ladies and gentlemen… LANTLAS! [The music of Hans Zimmer's "Dream is Collapsing" slowly builds as Long speaks. A tall, lanky figure steps onto the stage. It is the Elven Warrior, devoid of most of his usual accoutrements, most noticeably Devon Drake. He looks neither right nor left, but merely stalks slowly down the aisle toward the ring.] Jerry Andrews: Such a change has come over this man. I don’t know what to think and the fans don’t know what to think either. Al Laiman: Look at his eyes, Jerry! Look at the way he walks! That is an entirely different Elven Warrior than we’re used to. He’s cold, he’s brutal, and his opponents may HAVE to double-team him to win, we’ll see. [Lantlas mounts the steps and enters through the middle rope. LoKi steps forward and says a few inaudible words. The Elven Warrior doesn’t respond or show any emotion whatsoever, and then turns away, giving LoKi his back. LoKi and Pegasus exchange a look, and then retreat to their corners to await the bell. The stack of glass occupies the neutral corner like a forth, ominous opponent.] Jerry Andrews: This is the calm before the storm, ladies and gentlemen. Those are three Pure Class Wrestling legends in the deadliest ring I’ve ever seen. Why would these men even do this? Al Laiman: All I know is there won’t be any high-and-mighty ‘technical’ wrestling here. This is going to be a fight, Jerry. This is going to be nothing but a fight. Manny Cruz is gloving himself up so he can actually count pin-falls, and… *DING DING DING* Jerry Andrews: It has begun. [Lantlas steps out of his corner and looks back and forth from LoKi to Pegasus, waiting to see if they’re going to fight each other or attack him together. The three men hold position, readying themselves… and then explode into action! Pegasus, LoKi, and Lantlas collide in the middle of the ring, fists and feet flying everywhere!] Al Laiman: I TOLD you this was going to be a fight! [Pegasus is knocked down by a hard right, but pops back up into the fray. LoKi hits the mat, and is up quickly as well. The two athletes drive their boots into Lantlas’ gut and push him back into the ropes. Lantlas goes for a ride and comes off with a double clothesline, flattening both at once. Without wasting a second he grabs Pegasus by the hair and throws him out over the top. But the smaller man grabs the rope and swings back in underneath, barely avoiding going through the glass.] Jerry Andrews: Pegasus saved himself! Lantlas is dominating right now, but there does seem to be some kind of truce between his opponents. Al Laiman: Only for the moment. [Lantlas has turned back to LoKi and the two are exchanging blows. The Elven Warrior with a headlock on LoKi. Pegasus gets a headlock on Lantlas. The three men struggle in the middle of the ring, then Lantlas throws Pegasus off. LoKi throws Lantlas off in turn, and the Elven Warrior comes off the ropes with a hard shoulderblock, knocking him flat. Pegasus recovers and targets a dropkick at Lantlas’ leg. He goes to one knee, and Pegasus delivers a second dropkick to the head. The Elven Warrior is on all fours, and the Winged Horse comes off the ropes with a swinging neckbreaker!] Al Laiman: Lantlas is down! Now the question is, will this stay a two-on-one, or are LoKi and Pegasus going to go at each other? Jerry Andrews: I don’t think it’s a double-team so much as they want to get this over quickly. Think of all that glass surrounding the ring! Nobody wants to suffer through that, and neither man wants to make the other suffer through that! [The PCW faithful go up in wild cheers as LoKi grabs one of the huge panes from the corner. He positions it against the turnbuckle like a table, except that it’s one capable of cutting your head off. LoKi makes a grab for Lantlas, but gets slugged in the gut for his trouble. Pegasus in now, and he gets a shot. The Elven Warrior is on his knees, throwing punches like a golden gloves boxer. Pegasus receives a hard European uppercut, sending him staggering away. Lantlas swings at LoKi, LoKi ducks and seizes him around the middle, and slams him to the mat in a belly to belly. With a look of grim determination, LoKi steps through the ropes onto the apron.] Jerry Andrews: He’s going for the glass! Al Laiman: He’s going for ALL the glass, he grabbed one of those garbage cans! [Lantlas is back to his feet, and LoKi hurls the metal can into the ring. It hits the Elven Warrior square and florescent tubes go flying everywhere, a few of them already broken. Pegasus grabs one, Lantlas recovers and grabs one, and LoKi picks up a third as he steps back into the ring. There is a momentary still as all three men discover that everyone is now armed.] Jerry Andrews: This match just turned deadly, Al! Al Laiman: Who’s going to be the first? Who’s going to draw first blood? [Pegasus swings and Lantlas ducks. Lantlas swings low and Pegasus jumps. Pegasus swings again, Lantlas ducks and kicks Pegasus in the hand, disarming him…] CRACK! Jerry Andrews: Lantlas swung that overhand right across the top of Pegasus’ head! CRACK! Al Laiman: LoKi just nailed Lantlas like he was swinging for the fences! CRACK! Jerry Andrews: Pegasus hit LoKi! Pegasus got LoKi right in the head! Al Laiman: So much for THAT truce! [A tremendous melee ensues. Nobody cares who their target is any more, the name of the game is grab a weapon and use it to hurt the nearest person as badly as you can. Pegasus breaks one across Lantlas’ head, drawing blood. LoKi holds one up across Pegasus’ forehead and headbutts him, vaporizing the florescent tube and sending his friend staggering away with blood dribbling between his fingers. Lantlas cracks one across LoKi’s back, lacerating his bare flesh. Pegasus recovers and hits Lantlas, glass shards flying everywhere. LoKi gets a fresh weapon and rebounds off the ropes for extra impact, but Lantlas drops his shoulder and boosts him over the top!] CRASH! TINKLE! Jerry Andrews: Mother of mercy! LoKi missed the elevated glass pane, but he went all the way to the floor onto that HELLISH bed of light bulbs! I can’t IMAGINE that kind of agony! Al Laiman: Be glad you can’t, Jerry, be glad. It’s a bed of nails! Look at the glass buried in LoKi’s flesh! At least wear a shirt to a match like this for crying out loud! Not that it would have made any difference, but still! That is UGLY! [Pegasus reaches through the ropes to get a fresh garbage can, since the contents of the first are nothing but shrapnel. Lantlas catches him with a kick to the gut and another vicious shot in the face. Pegasus drops to his knees, and Lantlas picks up a light tube and breaks it over his head! He grabs another and busts it across his chest! Pegasus screams in pain, but Lantlas isn’t done. Another is broken across Pegasus’ back, two more over his head, and another across his chest. The Winged Horse is covered in blood and the mat is a bed of deadly shards. Apparently, Lantlas is planning to go through every light in the building, and comes in with yet one more. Pegasus grabs a spare off the mat, swings it in a great overhand arc, and blasts the big man in the face with it! The light tube disintegrates and Lantlas staggers away holding his face. The Elven Warrior may have just been blinded!] Jerry Andrews: Pegasus is a mess! His back, his face, everything, he’s cut to hell! Al Laiman: But he’s coming back! Somehow, I don’t know how, he’s coming back! [Pegasus has indeed caught a second wind; it’s amazing what endorphins will do. The Elven Warrior is blind and swinging wildly. Pegasus gives him a snapmare and dropkicks him in the back of the head, although it’s not certain which did the most damage as there isn’t a safe spot left on the mat. Pegasus puts one of the lights across Lantlas’ head and executes high-flying knee drop, blasting it to powder!] Al Laiman: I don’t know how smart a move that was, he got himself with that as well! We’ve got one man with a bum knee in this match already. Jerry Andrews: That huge sheet of glass is still leaning in the corner where LoKi set it up! I think Pegasus is going to put the Elven Warrior through it! [Lantlas is thrown to the corner, across the ring from the glass. Pegasus comes charging in, leaps, and connects with a flying lariat. Grabbing the ropes for balance and leverage, he delivers a rapid series of kicks to the chest and head. A jumping back heel kick for good measure and he prepares to send his opponent to the far side and through the glass. Pegasus begins the throw… Lantlas reverses! And not only reverses, he maintains the grip, swings him around an EXTRA time, and sends Pegasus rocketing for the far corner!] KEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRAAAAAAAASH! “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” Jerry Andrews: HEAD FIRST! PEGASUS WENT THROUGH HEAD FIRST! Al Laiman: I think… I’m going to be sick… Jerry Andrews: Oh my, the ref has GOT to get in there and check on Pegasus! He could have gotten his throat slashed! He’s motionless, I don’t know if he’s even breathing! Al Laiman: There’s so much blood I can’t tell if he has a FACE anymore! It could have been sliced off and be lying outside the ring! The red is POURING out of Pegasus! This is… GRUESOME, Jerry, this is the worst thing I’ve ever seen! Lantlas goes for the pin, this one is all over! 1… 2… Jerry Andrews: LoKi broke it up! LoKi is back in the ring and he broke it up! It’s all up to him now, I don’t think Pegasus is conscious. Al Laiman: Lantlas isn’t in much better shape! If LoKi can get him out of the way for just a few seconds, he can win this thing! Jerry Andrews: That looks like the plan, he just threw Lantlas out through the ropes to the floor! No, he’s following him out! These men are bloody messes, this has to end soon! [Lantlas is on the floor surrounded by glittering shards. LoKi delivers a few stomps, then starts to grab anything sharp within reach and pile it on top of his opponent. Light bulbs, broken and intact florescent tubes, anything and everything nearby. This accomplished, LoKi grabs a steel chair and brings it crashing down, sending shrapnel flying every which way and driving a hundred slivers into his opponent! Lantlas is helpless, feebly clutching at his lacerated chest, and LoKi picks him up and carries him over to the elevated pane of glass. He lifts Lantlas into a huge slam…] Jerry Andrews: The glass didn’t break! It shook, but it didn’t break! The Elven Warrior is laid out flat on top of that elevated pane! [LoKi climbs to the ring apron. He takes a second to prepare himself and leaps off with a flying elbow drop…] [And misses.] KEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRAAAAAAAASH! “PEE CEE DUB! PEE CEE DUB! PEE CEE DUB!” Jerry Andrews: NOW IT’S BROKEN! LoKi drove HIMSELF through the glass! Does that count? Can LoKi be pinned now? Al Laiman: I don’t know, the glass is broken, but so is Lantlas! Everything in sight is broken! I might be broken! That floor is a deathtrap and that glass is so SO brutal! Referee Cruz is down there in the middle of this god-awful mess… Wait, Lantlas got an arm over him! Cruz is going to allow it, I think he wants this over too! 1… 2… Jerry Andrews: LoKi got the shoulder up! Somehow LoKi found the strength to get his shoulder up! I don’t know how, I can’t IMAGINE how! But I almost wish he’d stayed down, that was horrendous! [Lantlas very slowly drags LoKi to his feet, smashes his face on the apron, and rolls him back into the ring. The Elven Warrior is halfway in when somehow… SOMEHOW… Pegasus comes out of nowhere and drops a leg across Lantlas’ back! The big man is hung on the ropes, half in and half out. Pegasus pulls him the rest of the way in, but then almost collapses himself, barely able to stand and his face a crimson mask. LoKi joins him and standing side-by-side they hoist Lantlas into a double thunderfire powerbomb position. The Elven Warrior is struggling madly, but has nowhere to go and nothing to grab hold of! Working together, the men charge forward and HURL Lantlas over the top rope!] KEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSHHHH! “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” Jerry Andrews: Oh dear LORD! Lantlas went straight though the elevated glass! It’s everywhere, the impact of his body turned it into shrapnel! He’s lying in a broken heap on the concrete floor, he’s not moving at all! Al Laiman: It’s over! It has to be! NOBODY can get up from a fall like that, Lantlas HAS to be done! The referee is signaling that he’s now eligible for the pin. Thanks Cruz, I never would have figured THAT out for myself! Jerry Andrews: Wait! LoKi just dropped down and rolled Pegasus up in a schoolboy! 1… 2… 3 – NO! Al Laiman: You’ve got to be kidding me! These men CAN’T have anything left! [Everyone is down, the three legends combined into a horror show of glass and bright red blood. Pegasus throws a punch at LoKi. LoKi throws a punch at Pegasus. Both men struggle to stand, searching through the debris for some intact florescent lights. It’s a long, slow, brutal exchange of blows, but nobody has any real strength left. Finally, LoKi gets in three shots in a row and sets Pegasus up for the Conviction Buster. Pegasus gets his foot between LoKi’s legs and blocks it. LoKi tries again, but still can’t get it.] Jerry Andrews: Hold on, LANTLAS IS BACK! The Elven Warrior is still alive! LoKi and Pegasus are grappling in the center of the ring, and Lantlas has one of the few intact panes of glass in his hands! He’s in the ring mounting the ropes… first… second. God, he’s wobbly! He’s fighting for balance, getting in position… [The Elven Warrior leaps from the second rope holding the glass pane, right into the fray.] KEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASH! Al Laiman: LANTLAS NAILED THEM BOTH! Jerry Andrews: AND HIMSELF TOO! His own head went through the glass as hard as anybody else’s! LoKi is down, Pegasus is down, and Lantlas collapses in a pool of blood! Nobody’s moving! Not a muscle, nothing! All three men are down! Al Laiman: Referee Cruz had to dive for cover! He almost got nailed too! He’s back in the game now, and that’s one brave man. He’s checking for signs of life, but he’s not seeing any more than I am. He might have to throw this one out just because no one can continue! Yes, Cruz is starting the count... 1… 2… 3… Jerry Andrews: Are we going to have a no contest? It can’t end like this, not after what these men have gone through! 4… 5… 6… Al Laiman: They’re DONE, Jerry. They’re done, not a one of those men has anything left! 7… 8… Jerry Andrews: We’ve got a three-way tie! And I take back what I said, that’s fine with me as long as it’s over! Just let this end already! These great athletes have been through so much that nobody needs to prove ANYTHING anymore! Just let this match END! 9… Jerry Andrews: Wait! Lantlas just put an arm over Pegasus! [Just as Manny was about to make the ten-count, Lantlas plops an arm down over the prone body of Pegasus. Manny dives to the mat, and begins the count.] 1... 2... 3... Al Laiman: Just like that, this one's over! We've had some very exciting contests here tonight, but this one has had to be the toughest match yet! Mark Long: And the winner of the match...LANTLAS! [After all the brutal punishment taken, the match is final over and a winner has been announced. While LoKi and Pegasus are still laid out, Lantlas is slowly getting to his feet. When on his feet, he looks down at the broken bodies of the two men who he would have, at one point in time, called friends. Emotionless he seems now, and he begins to hobble out of the ring. Manny Cruz is checking on the two downed competitors in the ring when the feed switches to the back. On the screen is Eddie Lane. As the camera zooms out, we can see he's in an office. As it pans back even more, we can see the towering PCW President Skylar Marshall standing over him.] Skylar Marshall: What the hell was that earlier tonight?! You had one job, just one job, and you couldn't even manage that. Eddie Lane: Boss, “The Icemann” has me on probation as it is. I couldn't cheat for Metal. Skylar Marshall: Who said anything about cheating?! All I wanted you to do was call the match down the middle. That's all that was needed. Heavy Metal would have surely been able to handle Murdoc on his own. In-fact, he DID have Murdoc handled. And what did you do? A slow-count? A slow-count? I should have your job just for that. But then you allow Murdoc to hit him with a fireball? Even I seen that. If I could, I'd have reversed the decision myself. But after the stunt earlier with the tag titles, Luis has been on the phone with me all night. Tell me though, Lane, why I shouldn't fire you right now? Eddie Lane: Boss, I'm sorry. I screwed up. Skylar Marshall: *sigh* You're lucky Metal still has a chance to win the International Championship. That would have been your ass if he didn't. Your incompetence will be dealt with. Right now, just leave. [And with that, Eddie leaves the office with Skylar staring at him intensely as he does. The PCW-Tron cuts off as we return to ringside. Returning to said ringside, with the exception of the stage lights and sea of cellular screens thrust into the air, the arena is pitch black. From multiple angles the focus converges over the anxious crowd, anticipating the final two matches of thenight, coming to rest on the stage.] “Yeah... Stand up! Hands up!” [As the smoke dissipates high above the stage, just to the left of the entrance a complete bar set has been constructed, including a bar tender doing his best to "WOW" the crowd with glass and bottle tricks.] Al Laiman: This looks familiar. "Vivacious Edition... TURN IT UP!" [As the hard introductory beats of the music shake the crowd from their seats, the bartender's display becomes more exciting as he is now juggling several bottles of fine liquor and spinning a set of glasses at the same time.] Jerry Andrews: It can't be... "It's Luda... DMX... and Hot Action... COP!" [“Get Back” kicks into full chorus as the empty seats in the arena rumble with each bass hit. With arrogant authority, he explodes through the curtain inciting a mixed reaction from the arena. Steadfast the modern day man in black stands atop the ramp, from the platinum blonde spikes bursting in every direction from his noggin to the Marlboro Red dangling in his kisser, staring down each member of the crowd through his silver-framed shades.] Al Laiman: IT IS JOHNNY VIVACIOUS! [Vivacious is decked to the nines in a fine black Armani pant and jacket over a dark maroon three button polo. He glares, allowing the chorus to run it's course before snapping to his right. Ashes from the coffin nail spread to the six winds.] Jerry Andrews: It most certainly is. Al Laiman: HE IS BACK! [Vivacious crosses the stage to the set and orders a drink, Vodka of course, and smashes his cigarette out in an ashtray on the bar. He quickly downs the poison slams the shot glass back down and returns his attention to the noisy mass at his six. With a devilish grin, he retrieves a microphone from the inner pocket of his jacket and brings it to his smirk.] Johnny Vivacous: I'll assume I need no introduction... [The crowd erupts in unbalanced jeers and cheers.] Johnny Vivacious: That's okay I guess, it's been what... five years since I breezed through the Carolinas, tossed Non Compe-what's his name into a dumpster and garnered the only class this Podunk promotion has ever had. But... Jerry Andrews: That's a little over exaggerated. Johnny Vivacious: ...like I said... no, fu...get that, kiss my ass you Carolina cows. I'm Johnny Vivacious, you remember me and you know that this is my most happening establishment... Club Vivacious! Al Laiman: These people are ridiculous. Johnny Vivacious: In fact this is the first episode of the two-hundred and first decade! The very first of 2011! The very first since... well... the last one! Jerry Andrews: I'm sorry, did you just call our crowd ridiculous compared to thi... Johnny Vivacious: So welcome! Jerry Andrews: So how long before he is fired again? Al Laiman: We don't even know why he's... Johnny Vivacious: So, what am I doing here? What does Johnny want? What is the plan? [Vivacious steps backwards taking a seat on one of the five unoccupied stools around the bar.] Johnny Vivacious: First, I thought I was coming down with something or maybe ate some bad Chipotle, but it's now ever so clear what the disgust in my stomach is all about. I mean, have you taken a good long look at... well ...you? Seriously, it's enough to gag a maggot. [Farthest from the stage, but close enough to briefly distract him, a row of lights go out.] Jerry Andrews: We apologize ladies and gentlemen for the apparent technical difficulties. Johnny Vivacious: Secondly, I am here to introduce the newest... [A second and third row of lighting go out, reaching just mid point of the arena.] Johnny Vivacious: ...well, I guess you would call it a return of sorts of one of PCW's most... [The lights above the ring go dark. Vivacious' distraction now more frustrating as he attempts to continue.] Johnny Vivacious: ...um... [Two more rows of lights go out, the arena is now illuminated solely by the row of lighting over the stage.] Johnny Vivacious: ...well, I was brought here tonight to let you know that... [The arena goes dark once more leaving only the entrance lighting and PCW-Tron to shine brightly above him.] Johnny Vivacious: Okay, what the hell, are we seriously unable to keep the arena lit throughout an entire show? Isn't this showing on pay-per-view? Were the damn light bills paid? Seriously, what the fu... [The arena goes completely black.] Al Laiman: Apparently the lights have gone out in the arena, but that's just my observation. Jerry Andrews: The way the lights went out like that, I'm not so sure it's technical difficulties. Perhaps PCW just turned the lights out on a Johnny Vivacious that's not even supposed to be here? [An ominous orange glow fades into the arena, nothing like emergency lighting, this lighting effect was too eery for emergency lights. The sound of heavy rain starts to pour through the building, and a few crashes of thunder, followed by bright flashes of orange lights, as if there were lightning inside to light up the crowd but for just a moment.] Jerry Andrews: What did I tell you? Al Laiman: Nothing I didn't already know? Jerry Andrews: And if I didn't know any better... [The heavy guitar rifts to Breaking Benjamin's "I Will Not Bow" begins to play as the sounds of thunder and the flashes of lightning continue.] Jerry Andrews: Well, maybe? "FALL!" [As "I Will Not Bow" picks up and starts to get the crowd all pumped up, if for nothing else by inturrupting Johnny Vivacious, the thunder stops, and the lights in the arena come back on with a mix of natural white and bright orange flashes.] "I will not bow, I will not break, I will shut the world away." Al Laiman: Well this certainly is new, but wasn't the Icemann Invitational Final supposed to be happening right now? Jerry Andrews: We were promised the return of former PCW stars tonight, so far we've got Johnny Vivacious, and unless I'm wrong, this can only be... "I will not fall, I will not fade, I will take your breath away." [And with a huge burst of energy Justin "Stormm" Michaels comes flying through the curtains, dressed in business garb sans the tie, his suit jacket moving about as he paces the stage looking out into the raging crowd.] Jerry Andrews: It's Stormm! Al Laiman: With TWO M's! Jerry Andrews: I believe our very own Luis Malave uses a double consonant at the end of his nickname, where's your unneeded and snide comments now? Al Laiman: Oh, I'd still make them. [As the crowd continues to cheer the return of Justin Michaels, he quickly turns his attention away from the crowd and over to Johnny Vivacious, who stands by the bar with an unimpressed look on his face. Stormm calmly walks over to where Johnny stands and chests up to him, the two glare at each other, no longer aware to their surroundings than each other.] Jerry Andrews: Stromm must remember on one of the last Club Vivacious to ever soil a PCW event, and the horrible actor in a mask that Vivacious got to portray the man himself. Al Laiman: You mean that wasn't actually him? [Michaels takes off his jacket and tosses it aside and unbuttons the top two buttons to his shirt, glances at the crowd that is STILL going crazy, but he quickly turns his attention back to Johnny Vivacious. Johnny starts to put the microphone up to his mouth to talk, but Justin grabs his collar with his left hand, and with the microphone still in his right, lifts it up as if he's going to pop J.V. one.] Jerry Andrews: Here we go! [But Michaels freezes, and doesn't actually finish the action he had just begun. Instead, he lets go of Johnny's collar and walks over to the bar.] Justin Michaels: Johnnie Walker, Blue. Don't give me any of that cheap shit! [The bartender pours the drink for Justin, who casually tosses it back, sits the glass back down at the bar, and returns his attention back to Vivacious, this time; however, he grabs the microphone with his left hand and extends his right to Johnny for a handshake.] Jerry Andrews: What's this? What's going on up there? Al Laimain: Maybe if we all watch they will tell us, have you ever thought of that? [With the crowd in full blown disgust, Vivacious takes a step back confused and taken aback. He lowers the frames of his glasses to the lowest point of his nose, second glancing the offer.)] Jerry Andrews: I'm not quite sure what to... Johnny Vivacious: I wasn't born yesterday... Al Laimain: That's right, Stormm isn't fooling any body! Johnny Vivacious: ...I shake your hand, you sucker punch me and I'm embarrassed on my own show. Not happening... [Stormm remains, unmoved, arm extended.] Johnny Vivacious: That is of course, if this wasn't the idea all along! [Vivacious connects and the only son shakes hands with the most decorated of their only common bond. A smile comes to Michaels' face and he turns attention to the crowd as the grasp of these two's handshake breaks.] Justin Michaels: And you people thought I was here to shut him up? How pathetic are you? Al Laiman: I think he's talking to you Jerry. Jerry Andrews: And about 99% of this crowd included. [The cheers that were just moments ago echoing through the crowd, have now turned to heavy boos.] Justin Michaels: This man standing next to me is the ONLY reason I came back to this God forsaken place. I junked every message I got from PCW staff before the return, because I wasn't going to be bothered to waste my time on the likes of filth like every single one of you in attendance tonight! Jerry Andrews: That one was directed at you Al, I'm certain of it. Al Laiman: My hair could take you out Jerry, so you keep it up, and you'll get a face full of coif! Justin Michaels: But as soon as my fiancee, Lindsay Matthews, this man's sister, told me that Johnny V was coming back to PCW, I knew right then what I needed to do. And that was to come back for one last, far from mediocre... [Michaels shoots a glance down the ramp to ringside at Al Laiman.] Justin Michaels: Far from mediocre run. Johnny Vivacious: You got to face it man, playing to the cows will get you stuck in a rut. Fortunately... [Vivacious pauses to pull his pack of Reds and infamous "FU" Zippo from his pocket. He purses one and lights it up. A long, seemingly enjoyable drag is followed by a second much shorter and rushed. The crowds jeers getting the best of him.] Johnny Vivacious: ...fortunately, that's not the case any longer my friend. Jerry Andrews: I never thought I'd see the day they referred to each other as... Johnny Vivacious: No, see, for those too broke to pay attention... Matthews and Michaels are back and we have a single, solitary target... [Michaels sarcastically mouths the word "One" while holding up a single digit as Vivacious continues.] Johnny Vivacious: While we each have our own goals that, together, we will obtain, there is only one target. Jerry Andrews: Oh no, who have these two singled out... Johnny Vivacious: For instance, I aim to destroy that guy... [Vivacious looks at Stormm for the correct name, Stormm gives a nonchalant shrug.] Johnny Vivacious: Who ever it was that won my North American title and bring that strap back to the only holder who has ever done it any justice. [Michaels and Vivacious nod in agreement as Vivacious gestures strapping the title around his waist.] Johnny Vivacious: Something tells me though, my friend here, has his sights set a little higher... [Giving a nod and staring into the crowd, Michaels continues where Vivacious left off.] Justin Michaels: That's an understatement! I mean, the match we are all saving you from having to watch right now, whoever wins needs to remember that the previous Icemann Invitational winner didn't even care to participate this year! Jerry Andrews: He's obviously talking about Andreas Lasiewicz. Justin Michaels: And that man is me! [The crowd continues to boo Justin as he goes on.] Justin Michaels: Sure, through one hell of a messed up situation, he beat me at the last Living a Legacy I was at, but let's not forget about that piece of shit feud I got stuck in because of it, in which I milked a best out of five matches, that got stretched to six matches so we could have a Icemann Invitational rematch at Deadly Intentions which I wiped the mat with his face. [He chuckles as the fans continue to jeer his return, something that's rarely been seen in his long career thus far.] Justin Michaels: With that in mind, the "one" reason I've come back, besides a good friend at my side to terrorize this hole in the wall with, is definitely my chance at a PROPER PCW Championship match, and a reign as THE best your pathetic roster has to offer. But I'm not looking for handouts here, I don't need them, I'll get the one's attention my way, and all you East Coast mistakes will just have to deal with that! Al Laiman: Okay, so Vivacious wants the North American title and Stormm wants the World Championship... Jerry Andrews: That sounds to me like two targ... Johnny Vivacious: Before you go calculating and doing the math, that is to say, you cows can even add and subtract, let me finish by saying... we have a solitary target, be it the curtain jerkin' act or the main event crust, and that target is PURE... Justin Michaels: CLASS... Both: WRESTLING! Jerry Andrews: So they are out for everybody?! Al Laiman: I believe business just picked up. [Both Vivacious and Stormm order another round, toast their glasses to one another and throw back their drinks before exiting the stage area leaving the crowd in an uproar. Once again, the PCW-Tron springs to life. On it is Heavy Metal. Metal is backstage sitting on table, getting looked over by an EMT.] EMT: No, there doesn't look to be any damage done. You should be all set for your match. [HM grunts, and then hops off the table. Walking down a hallway corridor decked with PCW posters of Pay-Per-Views of past, Metal walks past Eddie Lane. Eddie stops him, and speaks.] Eddie Lane: I'm sorry about earlier. It was a bad call on my part. [Heavy Metal nods in acknowledgment and then continues on his path. As he's about to get to reach the entrance curtain, standing off to the side of it is Skylar Marshall. He sticks out a hand and Metal instinctively sticks out his own.] Skylar Marshall: I'm sorry for what happened in your match earlier this evening. Murdoc will get his in the end. For now, I want to say...good-luck out there, kid. Heavy Metal: Thanks. |
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Mark Long: The following contest has a thirty-minute time-limit and is scheduled for one fall and is for the PCW International Championship! [“Metal Militia” blasts from the speakers for the second time of the night and Heavy Metal makes his way through the entrance curtain.] Mark Long: Making his way to the ring first...from San Diego, California...HEAVY METAL! [Roth is showing some wear and tear, but this is for the strap and it’s obvious he knows it. Clearly, everyone else knows it too, and he does a few laps around the ring to charge up both the fans and himself.] Al Laiman: Roth has had more time to recuperate than his opponent Nacho Grande, but he also had a fireball to the face. Who has the advantage here? Not quite sure myself. OHHH OHHH OHHH OH OH! OHHH OHHH OHHH OH OH! OHHH OHHH OHHH OH OH! Mark Long: And his opponent...from Taco Bell...NACHO GRANDE! [Unlike earlier in the night, when Nacho steps through the entrance curtain, he is alone and wearing just his normal ring gear. He knows this match is important, and being too goofy at this stage may in-fact cost him his chance at becoming a PCW champion.] Jerry Andrews: Both these men look to be ready for their second helping of action here tonight. Given the amount of time of rest between matches, one would think they'd have had a chance to regroup. Al Laiman: I don't think so. When you have that first match of the evening, you can deal with all sorts of pain because you're running on adrenaline. When you go to the back and start cooling down, that's when the ailing starts. If either of these men were smart, when they were in the back earlier tonight, they'd have kept themselves warmed up. Even if all they did was ride an exercise bike. [Nacho, as determined as he might be, still casually strolls down the aisle and slaps hands with a few fans at ringside. When he enters the ring, Referee Eric Russo checks both men and then signals for the bell.] *DING DING!* Jerry Andrews: And here we go! The winner of this match will become the first PCW International Champion since it was unified with the World Championship some five years ago. [Nacho and Heavy Metal, who were on opposing sides of the ring, walk towards the center. They get right in each other's face and then...] Jerry Andrews: These two are about to start this match off with... [...with eyes locked on each other, both quickly lose tension and extend a hand.] Al Laiman: ...a handshake. Very classy. [After the short handshake, the two start jogging around each other, both reaching for legs as they do. Metal is the first to grab hold, and he flips Nacho on his back and quickly tries a pin. He's not even able to get a one-count before Nacho kicks out and the two spring to their feet.] Jerry Andrews: I don't think it will be that easy. Al Laiman: Sometimes, the least expected works the best. [The two lock up in a collar-eblow tie-up, and Nacho grabs Heavy Metal in a side head-lock. Metal pushes Nacho off of him and sends him flying into the ropes, but Nacho comes back with a shoulder block knocking the leader of the Metal Army down to the mat. Nacho then runs off the other side of the ropes, and jumps over the prone Heavy Metal. Metal gets back onto his feet, and then leapfrogs Nacho as he springs back. Nacho continues through, jumps on the middle rope, twists mid-air, and then catches Roth with a flying forearm. Metal then gets back up to his feet, just to be taken down again by a twirling head-scissors takedown. Nacho goes over to the ropes and raises his arms in the air, showboating a little to the crowd, who responses well.] Al Laiman: Nice sequence of moves there. Really showcasing their lucha libre style. [Nacho turns around to see Heavy Metal back up to his feet, and HM whips Nacho into the turnbuckle. Roth comes running full-force towards Nacho, but Nacho uses his shoulder to launch Roth into the air. Roth flies over Nacho, and lands on his feet on the apron. Nacho turns around and Roth nails him with a shoulder.] Jerry Andrews: Nice awareness by Metal there. [Nacho stumbles forward from the shot, and when he turns around Metal springboards from the apron, off the top-rope, and nails Nacho with a satellite hurricarana. Metal follows through with the move by hooking the leg, and although Nacho is able to kick-out, Metal is able to get a two-count.] Al Laiman: Again, a quick pin, is one of the best ways to catch your opponent off-guard. Not only will they not be expecting a pin-fall, but every time they have to kick out, they exert more and more energy, tiring them out faster. [Roth runs to the ropes following the kick-out. As he returns, he can see Nacho lifting his legs up, trying to launch him, so Metal dive rolls over it. He breaks down stride by rolling, getting back to his feet, and bouncing across the other ropes. Nacho is now back to his feet and catches Metal with a hip-toss on his way back. He follows the hip-toss with a failed leg-drop attempt, as Metal rolls out from under it. Metal then grabs Nacho and slides him on the mat, and then out to the arena floor.] Al Laiman: Sliding Nacho, instead of just lifting and launching him, saves Metal energy, as well as causes pain from friction for Nacho. Very smartly done. [When Nacho sails to the outside, he flips onto his back. Metal, who still has to be feeling the effects from his previous battle with Murdoc, decides to take a chance, and races across the ring. He leaps over the top-rope in a single bound, and comes crashing down onto Nacho with a jumping fist drop. The blow hits Nacho squarely between the eyes, or at least that's how it appears- Nacho is wearing a mask and all. However, when Metal landed, his face kind of clipped the mat. Both men are now down on the outside.] Jerry Andrews: What a move! Al Laiman: But at what price? [Referee Eric Russo, not having much else to do, begins to count the mandatory ten-count.] ...1... ...2... ...3... Jerry Andrews: What happens when Eric actually reaches ten? Al Laiman: I'm not quite sure, Jerry. I suppose that the two will end up having to square off another time? Either way, I very much doubt that either of these two would let the match end on a double count-out. ...4... ...5... ...6... [Just after six does Nacho seem to be getting to his feet. His movement causes movement in Heavy Metal.] ...7... ...8... [Nacho is now fully up to his feet and rolls into the ring.] ...9... Jerry Andrews: That's it! Nacho looks like he's about to win this thing via count-out! Nacho is about to become the new PCW International Champion! [Instead of just letting it be, however, Nacho rolls back outside the ring and referee Russo has to re-start the count. Nacho then crawls up on the apron, and has his back turned towards Metal. But he keeps his eyes locked on the man below him.] Al Laiman: Doesn't look like the man wants to win the title like this. He's giving Heavy Metal a fighting chance. ...1... ...2... [As Metal begins to get back into a standing position, Nacho leaps off the apron with a moonsault, but Metal is able to catch him on his shoulder.] Jerry Andrews: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! Heavy Metal caught him! ...3... ...4... ...5... ...6... [With Nacho on his shoulder, Metal shifts Nacho's placement, and holds him in a tombstone piledriver position. Metal drops, and sits out with the piledriver. The crowd gasps from the move.] Al Laiman: Reverse piledriver! On the outside! [Taking this as a moment of opportunity, Metal quickly grabs Nacho and rolls him back into the ring. HM follows him in the process and then scales the top-rope.] Jerry Andrews: Is it time? Al Laiman: I think it is! [For the second-time tonight, Heavy Metal leaps off the top-rope with an Air Guitar. Once again, he hits full-impact, and hooks the leg. Russo quickly dives to the mat to make the count.] ...1... ...2... ...3! *DING! DING! DING! Mark Long: The winner of the match...and NEW PCW International Champion...HEAVY METAL! Jerry Andrews: HE DID IT! Heavy Metal just won the International Championship! Al Laiman: The two of them deserve a round of applause. That was a great match. [As “Metal Militia” kicks in, Eric Russo has the PCW International Championship in hand and then hands it to Heavy Metal. With his hair covering his face, Metal raises the championship high in the air. Randomly, as he is doing this, Skylar Marshall steps from behind the entrance curtain and is clapping and smiling from ear-to-ear.] Jerry Andrews: And there's the boss...offering Heavy Metal his full support. [Roth raises the belt a little in the direction of Skylar, in a form of acknowledgment. He then rolls out of the ring, sweat pouring from his body, and jumps into the crowd. The crowd erupts in positive energy, and with Metal raised, he begins to be passed around.] Jerry Andrews: For the fans that always supported him, Metal is showing that he supports them too by body surfing into the crowd. [Skylar looks displeased by the act, but then regains face by clapping some more and then exiting to the back. As Roth leaves out of sight, a dejected Nacho Grande stands to his feet. The fans, not forgetting their admiration and relatibility to the fallen luchadore, shower him in applauds.] Jerry Andrews: The fans are reacting with a sign of support for man who always hangs tough. Al Laiman: Even in a losing effort, Nacho showed he belongs in the PCW, and that even the biggest underdog always has a fighting chance. He may not have won tonight, but he won a lot of hearts. [Nacho raises his hand in appreciation and then slowly walks out of the ring and up the aisle. As he passes the entrance curtain, a different camera picks him up and the feed resumes on the PCW-Tron. As Nacho is walking in the back, a few of the backstage personnel offer words of encouragement. Even former PCW President Alejandro Walker can be heard offering positive reinforcements. Suddenly, from out of nowhere, comes Ace Anderson. He grabs Nacho by surprise and sends him reeling into a loading dock gate.] Jerry Andrews: What the hell is Ace doing here?! This isn't the time nor the place! Al Laiman: Even I think this is uncalled for! The man just had a grueling fifteen-minute or so match with Heavy Metal, and that's AFTER he had to face Mike Park for twenty-some odd minutes. And now Ace is going to do this?! Ace Anderson: You think you're funny? You dare laugh and poke fun at me? ME?! [Ace grabs Nacho again and slams his head into the gate. Not once. Not twice. Not even three times. Ace slams Nacho's head into that gate five different times. He then spots a steel cable laying about, and grabs it and begins choking the life out of Nacho.] Jerry Andrews: We need to get some help back there! Immediately! [Just as Jerry was saying, Nacho's buddies Beef Supreme and Quesa Dilla come trying to run to the rescue, but Ace quickly disposes of both quickly by throwing each one of them into the gate as well. He tries to turn his attention back to Nacho, but by this time, officials have made it to him and are pulling him to safety. If it wasn't for PCW Head of Security Big Dave standing eye-to-eye with Ace, Ace probably would have went back on the attack.] Al Laiman: Ace is a madman. Nacho should have never made those comments a few weeks back. No one should have thought Ace would let this slide. [Instead, Anderson snarls into the camera. Spit drips from his lips and his eyes are terrifyingly beady. The feed then cuts back to Mark Long inside the ring.] |
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Mark Long: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the PCW World Championship. There is no time-limit and this will also be the conclusion to The Icemann Invitational Tournament. Entering first... [“Prince” by Deftones kicks on throughout the Pure Class Arena and Mike Park steps through from behind the entrance curtain.] Mark Long: ...from Ottawa, Ontario, Canada...MIKE PARK! [The fans cheer for Mike Park, but given who he's up against, even if they didn't like Park, they'd be cheering for him.] Al Laiman: Mike Park has a long history with tournaments throughout his career. Mike usually makes it to the finals, but then chokes. Jerry Andrews: From what I've heard, Mike has been doing some extra training and preparation just in-case he made it to the finals. Al Laiman: Yeah, I heard that two. Dodging bullets really works out your endurance and reflexes. [Mike continues his stroll down the aisle, and when he makes it into the ring, he slides in and then puts both arms up in the air. The music changes to, "Fiend" by Coal Chamber. The music erupts through the speakers and strobe lights flicker to life as a ring of white flame erupts upon the stage. From underneath the edge of said flames, Murdoc rises in all his glory. Still. Unwavering. Resolute. At least until he has reached the top, at which point he begins his slow walk towards the ring. The edge of the hood hanging over his face, he walks steadily towards the ring.] Al Laiman: I still have goosebumps, Jerry! Mark Long: And his opponent...former PCW International and Tag Team Champion...MURDOC! [Standing at ringside for a brief moment, Murdoc turns to the ring steps and begins to ascend them. Wiping his feet on the apron, he steps through the ropes and enters. Turning to his immediate left, he goes to one of the far corners and disrobes. Mike, knowing the type of person Murdoc is, wastes little time and jumps right at Murdoc as he disrobes. Tyrone Little quickly calls for the bell and the match begins.] *DING! DING! DING! [Mike pounds on Murdoc in the corner, hammering away blows in the mid-section and then moves the attacks to the head region. Murdoc starts moving forward, even while getting hit, and this backs up Park. Murdoc then grabs Park by the throat with two hands and throws him into the same corner Park had just been nailing him at. Now it's Park who is getting nailed in the corner with mid-section blows. Murdoc then begins to choke Park in the corner. Tyrone Little begins the five-count for Murdoc to break the hold, and when he reaches four, Murdoc releases and then begins to stare down the official, but Tyrone holds his ground.] Jerry Andrews: Murdoc is not going to be able to intimidate this official. [Park stumbles out of the corner, trying to regain composure, but Murdoc catches him and nails him with a clubbing blow to the back. Park backs up into another corner, but Murdoc catches him with a thrust to the throat. He then grabs Park and whips him into the adjacent corner and when Park bounces from it, Murdoc grabs him by the throat again and raises him high in the air.] Al Laiman: Not a bad strategy by Murdoc, there. Park has to be tired from his match earlier, and Murdoc is targeting the throat, therefore making it even harder for Park to breathe. Jerry Andrews: I don't think that's Murdoc's strategy. I just think he wants to hurt 'em. [When Tyrone begins to count him out again, Murdoc releases the hold at one and turns to glare at Tyrone. He turns back around to Park, grabs him again, but instead of choking him, he grasps him to the jaw.] Al Laiman: Smart thinking there by Murdoc. He still gets to suffocate Park, but legally. [Minutes pass by as Murdoc applies more pressure. The fans are growing restless, waiting for Park to make his escape, but there is no such escape by Park.] Jerry Andrews: Park really has to do something to get out of this hold. [Tyrone, fearing this may be the end for Park, begins checking on him. He grabs his arm and raises it.] ...1... ...2... ...thr... [One the third try, Park keeps his arm up. The crowd responds with cheers, and the more cheers heard, the more Park feeds off their emotion.] Jerry Andrews: And now Park is back to his feet. [As Jerry said, Park is now up to a vertical basis. He starts throwing elbows into the gut of Murdoc, and finally is able to get him to break the hold. Park looks like he's about to go onto the attack, but Murdoc stops him with a headbutt.] Al Laiman: Make no question, Murdoc has been dominate thus far in the contest. [Park reels, but when Murdoc tries to grab him, Park surprises him with a Pele kick. This causes the big man stumble back. Park gets back up to his feet, and then delivers a standing drop-kick. Murdoc still doesn't go down, but a spinning wheel kick by Park does finally knock him down.] Jerry Andrews: And Murdoc goes down! [Murdoc begins gets to a kneeling position, and Park uses a shinning wizard to take him down again. The fans erupt with the offense.] Jerry Andrews: Listen to these fans, Al! [Park then begins to stomp away on Murdoc. He then grabs Murdoc's leg and stomps on the inside of it. Repeatedly. Park then places Murdoc in a figure-four.] Jerry Andrews: I understand the strategy, but I cannot fathom Murdoc submitting to any maneuver. Al Laiman: Those long legs make it nice to apply a figure-four. [Murdoc's shoulders drop to the mat as he screams out in agony, and Tyrone tries to make the count. However, every time Tyrone counts one, Murdoc raises his arm, breaking the pin. Eventually, Murdoc is able to reach over to the ropes and Park is forced to break the hold. Park releases and gets to his feet, and Murdoc uses the ropes to pull himself up. As the two are now back on their feet, Park begins laying into Murdoc with quick, swift kicks to the calf. Murdoc has to hold onto the ropes in order to not fall. Park continues to kick and then drops him with a drop-kick to the leg. Park then grabs Murdoc and drags him to the corner. Park then gets out of the ring and crotches Murdoc on the steel-ring post. Grabbing Murdoc's leg, Park then swings and grabs Murdoc into a steel post figure-four.] Jerry Andrews: Devastating figure-four there. Unfortunately for Park, it's going to get him counted out if he holds it too long! ...1... ...2... ...3... ...4... [Park continues to wrench in the hold.] ...5... ...6... ...7... [Park releases the hold and then rolls back into the ring.] Al Laiman: Park's not a submissionist, but he knows that he needs to try something to keep the big man off his feet. He knows he would not be able to hit The Omega on Murdoc. [Sensing this might be the moment to end the match, Park grabs Murdoc and places him into a Texas Cloverleaf.] Jerry Andrews: This move targets the back and the legs! Park might have this one! Al Laiman: But I still can't see Murdoc submitting! [Park continues to wrench the hold. The fans are on the edge of their seat. They can feel this one is in the books. But every time Tyrone asks Murdoc if he gives, he refuses. Finally, Murdoc quits refusing. Actually, he just quits responding.] Al Laiman: I think the pain is just too much! Murdoc may have...he may have... DING! DING! DING! Al Laiman: ...passed out! Murdoc is out! Jerry Andrews: PARK WINS! PARK WINS! PARK WINS! Mark Long: The winner of the match...AND NEW PCW WORLD CHAMPION...MIKE PARK! [Park releases the hold and is awarded the belt after fourteen minutes of action.] Al Laiman: Their earlier contests seem to have taken from their stamina. That's what happens when you have two matches in a night. But the two still put on a brilliant effort, and Mike Park wins the big one here in the PCW! [Confetti falls from the ceiling and blankets the arena. Mike Park is awarded the PCW Championship, and goes to the ropes. Park climbs the middle turnbuckle and raises the belt high into the air. The fans are cheering tremendously.] Jerry Andrews: Electricity is in the air! [Park gets down from the ropes and then almost bumps into Tyrone Little who is handing him The Icemann Invitational Tournament winner's trophy. Murdoc, at this time, has already rolled out of the ring and heading up the aisle. The camera gets a quick shot of him before he goes out of sight, and he is furious. Park raises both prizes high in the air, basking in the moment. However, out of nowhere comes The Elven Warrior!] Jerry Andrews: WHAT THE HELL?! Lantlas! [Lantlas, who had his own hellicious encounter earlier in the evening, takes Park down with a Written Word. He then picks up the trophy and slams it down over Park. He does this over and over again, eventually breaking the trophy!] Jerry Andrews: This just isn't right, Al. [With the shattered remnants of the trophy and fallen confetti littering the ring, Lantlas raises the PCW World Championship high into the air. It is the last thing that is seen before...] |
Areas d. Blade Lionheart, Usali Basilisk, & Desy Extreme when Areas pins Desy Grimm & Diligence are both declared winners in their tag match Non Compos Mentis d. Jason Scene and Ace Anderson after pinning Jason Scene Murdoc d. Heavy Metal via pinfall Mike Park d. Nacho Grande via pinfal Lantlas d. LoKi and Pegasus via pinfall Heavy Metal d. Nacho Grande via pinfall Mike Park d. Murdoc via referee stoppage |
