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Post by Ryan Pugh on Nov 25, 2011 19:58:03 GMT -5
 Pyro goes off all over the ramp as Insanity goes live on FX and the cameras cut down to Chris and Tony at ringside.
Chris Styles: Welcome everyone to PCW Insanity live from Moscow, Russia as we are in the middle of our short world tour this week and boy what a show we have for you all tonight.
Fat Tony: That's right Chris, coming off what most people are calling the match of the year, both Alexander Koresh and Johnny Stylez will be in action tonight. Koresh will face the returning Inkt who made quite an impact of his own at Tokyo Terror and Johnny will be teaming up with Al Envy as they challenge for the PCW Tag Team Titles in our main event against Aurora Deadwood and Apathy.
Chris Styles: Plus we are about to see the return to the ring of Miami Mike and that is damn sure VERY MIAMI!
Fat Tony: You really like this guy don't you?
Chris Styles: Honestly I didn't think much off him until last week when he put that little cunt EJ Reynolds in his place. That was VERY MIAMI of him to do!
Fat Tony: Jesus help me, lets get this match over with so you can move on from your man crush Chris.......
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Post by Ryan Pugh on Nov 25, 2011 19:58:50 GMT -5
Taylor Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Already in the ring, hailing from Detroit, Michigan and weighing in at 240lbs, SANTINO PIAZZA!
Piazza looks around at the crowd after his introduction, getting mixed reactions before he raises his arms and prepares for this match.
The lights in the arena go out. Then, after a few moments, "Rock Me Amadeus" by Falco hits the PA. Strobe lights of different colors light up the dark arena as the crowd goes wild. Then, Mr. Miami himself, Miami Mike walks out to a great ovation by the crowd. He stands at the entryway for a while, taking in the groovy atmosphere before he makes his way to the ring slapping the fans' hands as he goes.
Taylor Davis: Introducing first, hailing from Miami, Florida and weighing in at 228lbs, MIAMI MIKE!
Mike enters the ring and scans the crowd, saluting the fans who cheer him before the lights return to normal and his music fades. He stares at Piazza who stares at him back, the two of them getting into a fighting stance as the bell sounds.
Fat Tony: And here we go! This will be Miami Mike’s return match, and Piazza will want to get a victory after his loss to E.J Reynolds at Tokyo Terror.
Chris Styles: These two want to get far in PCW, but this match will decide how far they can go!
Mike and Piazza lock up, Miami placing him in a headlock before switching it into a hammerlock. Santino heads for the ropes to break the hold, but Miami breaks it on his own, all to grab Santino and hit him with a Side Slam Bcakbreaker! Piazza feels his back as Miami grabs the nearby ropes, jumping onto them and landing across Santino with a moonsault!
Chris Styles: Awesome move by Miami Mike!
Mike goes for the cover...
ONE!
TWO!
Piazza kicks out just in time. Miami brings Santino to his feet and whips him across the ropes, going for a Yakuza Kick which Piazza smartly dodges. However, as Piazza goes for a sleeper hold, Mike elbows him in the side and turns around to nail a fierce uppercut, landing a few more boxing style punches before he delivers the Palm Beach Plunge, which is a Fisherman Buster!
Fat Tony: Miami Mike has not lost a step since returning to PCW, and he is going full force against Santino Piazza.
Chris Styles: Something tells me that this could be all over in a matter of moments, Tony!
Miami brings Piazza to his feet before unleashing a Superkick, Piazza bouncing off the ropes and walking back into a Diamond Cutter! The crowd are on Miami Mike’s side as he eyes Santino before heading to the top turnbuckle, balancing on the highest pad before he leaps off with a Swanton Bomb! Mike crushes Piazza underneath him and signals to the crowd that the end is near, Santino in a world of trouble as he gasps on the canvas.
Chris Styles: Yeah baby, this is what I’m talking about! We need more dominance like this in PCW!
Fat Tony: He looks to be in great shape lately, and he’s showing that his abilities have grown also since his time off!
Mike waits for Santino to get back up, which takes a while due to the punishment inflicted, Piazza finally reaching his feet and stumbling towards Mike, who kicks him in the stomach before hooking his arms and delivering THE PLAYER HATER, a Double Underhook Piledriver!
Fat Tony: He connected with the Player Hater, and I fully believe this one is over!
Miami Mike covers Piazza with one leg hooked, looking around at the crowd as the count is made...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Miami Mike stands up and his arm is raised by the official, the fans applauding him after this fearsome showcase of lethality and quickness.
Taylor Davis: Here is your winner, MIAMI MIKE!
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Post by Ryan Pugh on Nov 25, 2011 19:59:46 GMT -5
The cameras cut backstage to the office of Ryan Pugh. He is sitting behind his desk and doesn't look at all happy as there is a knock at the door.
Pugh: Come in
The door opens up and much to the surprise of the crowd and Pugh himself, in walks none other then the long time manager of Cera, JEN!
Jen: Heya there Pughbear!
Pugh: ...........
Jen: What's the matter, cat got your tounge big boy?
Pugh: Why are you in my office right now?
Jen: Well I just came to thank ya for the opportunity to come ta PCW and kick some cRu butt! And also to let ya know that I'll be in action next week and all of you peoples better pay close attention.
Pugh: Ok I know you have always been a little off in the head to say the least, but I didn't sign you to any kind of contract so I don't know what the hell you are talking about.
Jen smiles as she throws a group of papers on the desk of Pugh
Jen: Well somebody did 'cause there's my signed contract and I aint goin' nowhere!
Pugh just stares down at the papers that was just thrown in front of him and he has absolutely nothing to say.
Jen: Don’t be so sour Pughbear, perk up and get ready for the era of Jen to begin! See ya next week!
Jen blows Pugh a kiss before sauntering out of the office just in time to run into Johnny Stylez who was on his way into the office. Jen simply smirks as Johnny has a "what the fuck" look plastered all over his face.
Johnny: What the hell is SHE doing here?
Pugh: Apparently, according to this, she works here now
Johnny: ARE YOU FUCKING HIGH?! Why would you hire her?
Pugh: I didn't
Johnny: Well then who did? You are the only one that can hire and fire people around here aint you?
Pugh: Of course I am the only one
Johnny: Well? How did this fucking happen?
Pugh: I have no fucking clue but we have some major work to do
Johnny: Yeah you can start by getting your head out of your ass and fixing this shit and FAST!
Pugh: I'm working on it, just let me handle it, I don't need you making this whole thing worse
Johnny: Well you better handle it quick because I cant take much of that shit!
The cameras cut back to ringside
Fat Tony: Apparently Jen is now a member of PCW
Chris Styles: HELL YEAH! MORE BEWBZ!!!!!!
Fat Tony: You need to get laid
Chris Styles: I do, every night with your fat ass mom and she loves her some CHEETAH LOVE BITCH!
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Post by Ryan Pugh on Nov 25, 2011 20:00:47 GMT -5
We return to Insanity after a commercial break to visualize the new PCW Insane Rulez Champion Redrum making his way out to the ring, thunderous cheers resonating around the arena as he looks around. However, he seems to look somewhat pale, and his movements are careful, if not awkward and hesitant.
Taylor Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! On his way to the ring, hailing from Upstate, New York and weighing in tonight at 259lbs, he is the PCW Insane Rulez Champion, “MR HOMICIDE” REDRUM!
Chris Styles: That should still be Jesse’s belt right now, Tony! He shouldn’t have that on his shoulder!
Fat Tony: Well at Tokyo Terror, Redrum defeated then-champion Jesse Styles in an Insane Rules Match, a match that you also got involved in Chris.
Chris Styles: Don’t fucking remind me. If I had a few more seconds he would have fallen to THE CHEETAH!
Fat Tony: And now Redrum is the Insane Rules Champion. But, just looking at him, he doesn’t appear as he normally would. There’s something amiss about the guy...
Chris Styles: He has a strange lifestyle, Tony. It could be something to do with that ... like maybe eating babies and shit!
Redrum slides under the bottom and holds up his championship, coughing enormously before he hands it off to the official.
Fat Tony: If I didn’t know any better I’d say that Redrum has a fever. It’s any wonder that he’s shown up tonight, but that’s why he’s known as a badass in the sport of wrestling.
Chris Styles: Good! He deserves to be sick! Maybe he caught it from a Japanese prostitute!
Fat Tony: You mean like the type you brought back to your hotel room? What was it, sucky-sucky five dollar?
Chris Styles: Shut up ... and no it was ten dollars!
Redrum massages his chest momentarily as his music fades, starting to relax as he looks around at the crowd that chant his name heavily.
Suddenly "No Halos" by Black Water Rising begins to play through the arena, the soft opening plays as the arena is plunged into darkness. Just as the hard rhythmic guitar kicks in, a pyro goes off on the stage, Agustus D’Agosta appearing as the smoke settles. Bearing a sinister smirk on his face, Agustus makes his way to the ring, his walk mirroring that of the songs pace.
Taylor Davis: And his opponent, hailing from Sin City and weighing in at 202lbs, AGUSTUS D’AGOSTA!
Chris Styles: Now this man looks like he’s going to kick ass and get the job done!
Fat Tony: Agustus was crucified by James Wright at Tokyo Terror, something that he won’t soon forget. But tonight he is concentrating on only one man, and that is the current Insane Rulez Champion, Redrum.
Chris Styles: And he’s going to get even sicker once D’Agosta is done with him! That’s what he gets for ruining Jesse’s reign!
Agustus reaches the apron before he grabs the middle rope and pulls himself up, slipping between the top and middle rope and crossing the ring until he stops dead center. Agustus chants the chorus of the song to the crowd, his hands gesturing to all of them as he does so, Redrum not looking well at all as he tries to focus on his latest opponent.
Fat Tony: He looks ready to collapse, Chris...
Chris Styles: Well that’s what he fucking gets, as I keep saying!
The official on duty checks on Redrum, accepting that the match should take place as scheduled with a simple nod. With that clarified, the referee signals for the bell, D’Agosta moving towards Redrum with speed as the Insane Rulez Champion tries to shrug off his illness, not concentrating enough as Agustus flips him over with a fireman’s carry into a grounded sleeper hold.
Chris Styles: That’s right, Agustus, choke him out!
Fat Tony: I don’t think chokes are allowed in this match, Chris.
Chris Styles: Whatever. Just punish that mother fucker!
Redrum struggles upward before he starts elbowing away at the Righteous One, D’Agosta backing off as Redrum turns around. He aims a clothesline at Agustus but misses, Mr Homicide suddenly feeling his head and falling to one knee. The official comes over and checks on him again, looking at his eyes curiously as Redrum tells him he doesn’t want to quit.
Fat Tony: He needs medical attention. That is a high fever he’s suffering through, and it could be dangerous for him if he goes through with this match.
Chris Styles: Okay, I’ll admit, he’s a tough bastard, but at the same time, he’s a stupid bastard!
Agustus has enough of waiting and charges at Redrum with a thrust kick, Mr Homicide shoving D’Agosta away with power after the strike lands. However, as he pushes himself up to his feet, Agustus takes the opportunity to aim a low dropkick at his knee, taking Redrum down before nailing him with a strong jawbreaker.
Chris Styles: There we go! Cover him!
D’Agosta does as instructed instinctively, laying across Redrum with one of his legs hooked...
ONE!
TWO!
Redrum powers out, only to cough aloud several times. Agustus lands some closed punches to the face and head of Redrum before standing up, running at the ropes and using the momentum to land across him with a senton splash. Not wanting to beat Redrum further, Agustus decides to make him submit as he applies the PACIFISM, a rear naked choke that Redrum finds himself struggling unto!
Chris Styles: HAHAHA! Look at this! This is great!
Fat Tony: But look at Redrum! He’s still refusing to give up, and these fans want him to fight back!
Chris Styles: But he’s sick! He won’t last very long in that condition!
Fat Tony: And the question arises of where he contracted this illness. Was it in Japan, was it here in Moscow, or was from something ... else?
Chris Styles: What are you implying? You think someone intentionally did this?
Fat Tony: Just coming up with some suggestions that’s all.
Chris Styles: Well nothing bad is going on, Tony! Whatever he chose to do, he got sickness from it, so it’s his own damn fault!
Still refusing to quit, Redrum starts to push himself upward as the crowd roar mightily, Mr Homicide starting to stand up as a warrior with Agustus still on his neck. With one option, Redrum falls back and crushes D’Agosta, only to sit upright and then slump down in agony.
Fat Tony: Redrum got out of that choke hold, but he’s starting to look weak and powerless!
Agustus struggles up as Redrum tries to get back up himself, his strength depleting as he coughs and snorts with exhaustion. D’Agosta looks frustrated though as he boots Redrum in the head viciously, grabbing him around the neck and starting to pull him upward. He prepares for the Blockbuster, but suddenly Redrum starts to fight back, punching away at D’Agosta’s stomach before grasping him around the throat!
Chris Styles: NO WAY!
Fat Tony: I sense a chokeslam coming!
Unfortunately, Redrum starts to fade again, stumbling about as his grip lessens. He leans down and splutters which gives D’Agosta time to recuperate, hitting an uppercut before he runs at the ropes, springs off them and drills Redrum with a twisting BLOCKBUSTER!
Chris Styles: WOOO!
Agustus covers Redrum, who is gazing about in a state of pure misery...
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
D’Agosta resides on his knees as he glares at Redrum, feeling his throat again after the strong choke before his arm is raised in victory.
Taylor Davis: Here is your winner, AGUSTUS D’AGOSTA!
Chris Styles: Agustus just pinned Redrum! He pinned the Insane Rulez Champion! What do you say about that, Tony? Who’s a loser now, huh?
Fat Tony: Redrum is far from a loser, Chris! He was sick, but he wanted to come out here and wrestle his match. He didn’t want to lose by forfeit ... he came to fight. And even though he lost, he still showed a lot of guts.
Chris Styles: And now he’ll disappear with that sickness, hopefully for good!
Fat Tony: I doubt it. We’ll see Redrum back again, and he’ll be stronger than ever.
Agustus is leaving in elation, a smirk on his face as a doctor and the official check on Redrum. He starts to stir and tries to sit up, only to slump to the side again, his eyes appearing devoid of emotion. The doctor asks for the referee to get him some water as Redrum coughs again, spitting out some thick saliva onto the canvas before we cut away.
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Post by Ryan Pugh on Nov 25, 2011 20:02:43 GMT -5
The lights in the arena start flashing in time with the chords of "Animal I Have Become" by Three Days Grace, Ophelia Pain walking out onto the stage with her PCW Southern Championship. She raises the hood of her sweatshirt and begins to walk down the ramp, looking out at the Russian fans who cheer her all the while.
Fat Tony: Well now we get to see the person who outlasted three other individuals at Tokyo Terror in a Four Way Elimination Match, the PCW Southern Champion Ophelia Pain, and boy does she look bright this evening!
Chris Styles: Much like Redrum, she shouldn’t be holding onto the championship! She cheated to beat Al Envy, and not only that, she almost killed him with those thighs of hers! She should be locked away!
Fat Tony: Oh for God’s sake, shut up! Besides, Taylor Davis is about to speak.
Taylor Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! On her way to the ring, hailing from Denver, Colorado and weighing in at 165lbs, she is the PCW Southern Champion, OPHELIA PAIN!
Chris Styles: Never have those words sounded so rotten! Al Envy should be the champ, not her!
Fat Tony: Well this will be a non-title contest, as Ophelia goes against a brash young upstart known as E.J Reynolds, who has been on a role recently, winning two out of two matches in PCW.
Chris Styles: And he’s going to make it three tonight! I’m certain of it!
Ophelia is now in the ring, mounting a turnbuckle and holding her championship aloft. The crowd gratuitously applaud her before they settle down, Ophelia jumping down after pointing around at the packed tiers filled with fans. She places her championship down before removing her sweatshirt, the male fans whistling as she exposes her ring attire underneath. As she throws it out her music fades, Pain picking up the championship again and walking around the ring.
Chris Styles: Someday, she won’t ever be this confident. Mark my words.
"What Lies Beneath" by Breaking Benjamin plays as orange and yellow pyrotechnics go off on the stage area. E.J Reynolds then appears with his wife, reaching the center of the stage before his wife kneels down between his legs. After this pose they both walk to the ring, E.J arrogantly taunting the crowd with his charismatic attitude.
Taylor Davis: And her opponent, hailing from Charlotte, North Carolina and weighing in at 213lbs, E.J REYNOLDS!
Chris Styles: There he is, folks, a man who is about to get his third victory!
Fat Tony: You’re seriously making out Ophelia Pain to be some kind of push-over...
Chris Styles: Damn right! In fact, if I wasn’t forced to sit behind this desk, I’d go over there, push her down, and give THE CHEETAH!
Fat Tony: And then she’ll crush your scrawny ass with her thighs ... if she even wants to touch you that is.
Chris Styles: No one can resist me man! I’m like Hugh Hefner, only younger and wilder! You should ask all the girls I’ve fucked what they think of me!
Fat Tony: They’d probably give the answer. That you’re a cheap skate and you suck in bed.
Chris Styles: No, they suck in bed! Literally!
Reynolds’ wife heads to the outside as he stands on the turnbuckle, looking around arrogantly before he hops down and views Ophelia from afar, her expression one of amusement before she rolls her eyes and hands her championship to an outside staff member. Reynolds shrugs his shoulders before he gestures something to her, Pain nodding back sarcastically before she retaliates with her own comments.
Fat Tony: Looks like these two are getting into an insult contest before this match even starts.
Chris Styles: She’s only delaying the inevitable, Tony! Just watch!
Reynolds can’t seem to control his ego though as he makes a crude gesture to his genitals and then to Ophelia’s mouth, Pain looking towards the crowd before she catches him off guard with a high kick! The bell sounds and Reynolds is already getting back up, Ophelia battering him with forearms that force him towards the corner. The fans support her as her strikes get more rapid, finishing off the combo with a knife-edge chop that resounds through the arena.
Fat Tony: That’s got to sting!
Ophelia goes for another chop but this time E.J is aware and ducks under it, spinning Pain into the corner before he hammers her with punches and elbows, the crowd booing as he builds some momentum. However, he breaks away from it to tell the crowd to “shut it”, making them boo louder as he grabs Pain’s arm and whips her to the opposite turnbuckle.
Chris Styles: They can’t boo a guy like this! He’s the future!
Fat Tony: He’s an arrogant youth with an ego. That’s what he is, and if he’s not careful one of these days, he’s going to get his ass kicked!
Reynolds has his foot placed into Ophelia’s neck with a choke, the referee counting to four before he lowers his foot. Pain slumps down as she breathes for air, Reynolds smirking as he pulls her up by the hair, guiding her out before whipping her across the ring. He prepares for a back body drop as he bows down, but Ophelia decides to roll over his back with agility, landing on her feet and nailing with a spinning heel kick as he turns around!
Fat Tony: And my prediction has come to life!
Chris Styles: So he took one kick, big deal! He can handle this!
Ophelia lands a couple of elbow drops across Reynolds’ chest before bringing him back to his feet again, exercising a hurricanrana that places him into a pinning position...
ONE!
TWO!
E.J shoots his shoulder up.
Chris Styles: You see, he’s still got energy left. The guy knows what he’s doing.
Fat Tony: We’ll see about that, because right now he’s being taken to the corner by Ophelia, and she nails a few more of those vicious chops!
Pain lands one more chop as the crowd “WOO” in response, Ophelia whipping Reynolds to the other corner before rushing forward and striking his face with a flying dropkick! Reynolds falls to his knees as Ophelia stands on his back, using him as a platform to get to the top rope before she leaps off and crushes his body with a moonsault leg drop!
Fat Tony: Now that’s what I call being stepped on and abused!
Ophelia rolls Reynolds up for another cover, his wife imploring him to hold on as the referee counts...
Fat Tony: ONE, TWO AND ... no! E.J grabbed the bottom rope just as the referee was coming down for three!
Chris Styles: He’s giving Ophelia a sense of control, all before he takes it...
Fat Tony: Seriously, as that the best excuse you can come up with? He’s getting his ass handed to him!
Ophelia has whipped Reynolds across the ring and is ready to unleash a running spear, but in a moment of brutality E.J raises his knee up, driving the bone into her face as a counter!
Chris Styles: Oh my GOD that was awesome! I want to see that again!
A replay shows the strike as Ophelia stirs around on the canvas, E.J feeling his face before he starts to stomp away at her downed body. The referee warns him off but Reynolds tells him to back off, E.J then brining Ophelia to her feet before delivering a pendulum backbreaker. He goes for the cover this time around...
Chris Styles: Come on!
ONE!
TWO!
Ophelia gets her shoulder up!
Chris Styles: Damn it, stay down bitch!
Fat Tony: I’m sure she’d love to hear you say that, Chris.
Chris Styles: Whatever. There’s no stopping Reynolds now! He’s my main man right here!
Reynolds cinches in a headlock on the Southern Champion, pulling her up to her feet before he rushes forward and drives her down with a bulldog. The crowd boo as he looks around, smirking slightly before he charges at the ropes and jumps onto the middle one, rotating over with a Lionsault! He covers Ophelia again with a leg hooked...
Chris Styles: The Lionsault connects, and we have ONE ... TWO...
Fat Tony: NO! Ophelia kicked out again!
Chris Styles: This is ridiculous!
Reynolds wipes his face of perspiration as he looks at the referee in agitation, the official telling him repeatedly that it was a two count. Instead of quarrelling back, E.J decides to continue and stomps on Pain again, pulling her back up before starting a series of German Suplexes!
Chris Styles: Come on, do more than three! You’ve done one already!
Fat Tony: Ophelia Pain needs to hang on her otherwise she’ll be in severe trouble.
Chris Styles: She’s already in trouble, dumb ass! Even before this match she was in trouble! This kid is the future, and he’s showing it right here!
After a third successive German Suplex, Reynolds releases his grip on her waist and crawls towards Pain, covering her as his wife applauds and cheers him on...
ONE!
TWO!
NO! NO! Ophelia kicked out again!
Fat Tony: This woman just won’t stay down!
Chris Styles: Well she needs to, otherwise she’ll be dealt more punishment!
Reynolds is fuming as he barks at the referee, pointing up three fingers. The official signals back two, which causes Reynolds to drop two fingers and keep one up, giving the referee the middle finger before he goes over to Ophelia again.
Fat Tony: This guy needs to be slap... hey, wait a minute!
As Reynolds was going to pick up Ophelia, she rolled him into a small package, the referee sliding down to the canvas to make the count...
ONE!
TWO!
Reynolds springs out of the hold to escape being defeated!
Chris Styles: Phew!
E.J starts to get back up and rushes towards Ophelia for a clothesline, but the Southern Champion ducks under and nails him with a knife-edge chop once more, his chest looking red and bruised. She then jumps up and takes him down with a headscissors, flipping him over before she starts to ascend the nearest turnbuckle.
Fat Tony: This crowd is behind Ophelia as she builds the momentum! Can she fight back and take down Reynolds, ending his winning streak?
Chris Styles: This will come to nothing! It has to! Don’t let her beat you, Reynolds!
Reynolds forces himself up as his wife slams her hands onto the canvas repetitiously, unaware that Pain is perched on the top rope, watching his every move. Eventually she flies off as he turns around, wrapping her legs around his neck and driving him down with a Dragonrana!
Fat Tony: What a Dragonrana, and she hooks the legs!
ONE!
TWO!
Reynolds barely survives with a kick out at the last split second!
Chris Styles: Don’t lose your concentration, Reynolds! Stay focused!
The crowd are going wild as she signals for the end, hitting E.J with a wheel kick before jumping up and planting him with a DDT! Ophelia then looks to the corner before she starts to pull him along by his arms, Reynolds clearly dazed as his wife shouts at him to fight back.
Fat Tony: This could be it for Reynolds! I don't like his chances!
Chris Styles: And here comes his lovely wife to save the day!
Reynolds wife has enough and runs around the outside to the corner, distracting Ophelia as she places Reynolds in the corner. Pain kicks the ropes to ward her off and climbs in front of E.J. But due to the distraction, Reynolds has gotten his wits about him and punches Ophelia in the stomach, setting her up for a powerbomb!
Chris Styles: Yes, drive that bitch into the ground!
Reynolds executes the powerbomb, but in a moment of agility, Ophelia rotates around and spins E.J into a hurracanrana, subsequently gripping his neck with her legs and applying the SPOOKSHOW THRILLER!
Fat Tony: IT WAS COUNTERED! OPHELIA HAS THE SUBMISSION HOLD APPLIED!
Chris Styles: NO! ESCAPE, ESCAPE!
Reynolds' wife is beside herself as she wills her husband to escape, Reynolds reaching out frantically for the ropes. He kicks about and bashes his arms around, Ophelia putting on the pressure. But soon Reynolds gives up and taps, Ophelia unravelling her legs and standing above him as the victor!
Chris Styles: NO NO NO NO NO!
Taylor Davis: Here is your winner, OPHELIA PAIN!
Fat Tony: E.J Reynolds role has been cut short by Ophelia Pain! Now let's see what that arrogant bastard has to say!
Chris Styles: Hey! That's no way to talk to the future! He'll get his revenge!
Ophelia collects her Southern Championship, raising it aloft as Reynolds is helped from the ring by his wife. He grips his neck in pain as he walks off, looking pissed off and rightfully so. Ophelia then ascends the turnbuckle and shows off her championship, proving that she is a capable fighter, and that she is not just a fluke. We then cut away to another commercial break.
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Post by Ryan Pugh on Nov 25, 2011 20:04:29 GMT -5
The scene cuts to a video of a graveyard. The camera moves very slowly through the fog as you hear thunder all around you. The camera stops and focuses on one grave in particularly as it just sits on it for many moments. Then out of nowhere a bolt of lightning strikes the grave and the grass surrounding the grave catches on fire. The camera then zooms in to see a hand escape the dirt and slam right into the air! After that the screen goes dark for a few moments to then be replaced with this...... |
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Post by Ryan Pugh on Nov 25, 2011 20:08:17 GMT -5
Taylor Davis: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the PCW TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!
Fat Tony: And it looks like we are ready for this rematch!
Chris Styles: If it’s anything like Tokyo Terror then ... then...
Fat Tony: It’s okay, Chris, you’ll be safe. You can thank the FOX executives for their strictness, saying that if any gruesome stuff occurs on the show, they may not broadcast any more Insanity shows next month.
Chris Styles: And you think Kief and Spaz will listen?! They’re insane!
“Welcome To The Strange” by The Murderdolls plays throughout the arena as the crowd cheer, L.A Kief coming out and looking fresh and invigorated, despite what occurred at Tokyo Terror in the Dungeon of Pleasure Match. He surveys the audience before pumping his fist, walking down to the ring and slapping the fans hands with greasy imprints.
Taylor Davis: Introducing first, the challenger! Hailing from Libby, Montana and weighing in at 301lbs, L.A KIEF!
Fat Tony: L.A Kief lost the PCW Television Championship at the PPV, being held down for a pin-count while...
Chris Styles: DON’T EVEN SAY IT! Just ... don’t ... I’ve had nightmares for a week just picturing...
Fat Tony: Okay, okay! Me too ... but they say I need to explain what hap...
Chris Styles: Let them see it for themselves! All you need to know is, Mouth Full of Kief, and Surprise ... Butt...
Fat Tony: Yeah, it’s hard to say isn’t it?
Kief clambers onto the apron and goes through the ropes, walking around the ring as he digests the fan’s receptions. He rubs his chest at them as he licks his lips, people looking on confused as he performs these motions.
Chris Styles: I think Spaz might have messed with his brain.
Fat Tony: Whatever brain he has that is. This guy can be a screw loose at times, but he is a popular wrestler, and a talented one at that, all things considered.
Pink strobes begin to flash near the entrance way as the lights in the arena dim. Shortly after, they fade into a much darker Crimson shade. Afterwards, Lux Aeterna's version of "Requiem for a Dream" begins to play over the speakers, much to the dismay of the audience. As the crimson red strobes continue to pulsate, Spaz walks out, bearing a cheeky grin and dancing about slightly. His attire is the usual tight spandex in a hot pink colour, Spaz looking around excitedly before he strolls to the ring, the fans being wary not to touch him.
Taylor Davis: And his opponent, weighing in at 205lbs, he is the PCW Television Champion, SPAZ!
Fat Tony: You might be wondering why Spaz doesn’t have the TV Title at this moment in time. Well that is pretty simple to answer. Inkt returned to PCW and destroyed both Spaz and Kief after the match, taking possession of the Television Championship before he left.
Chris Styles: I’d rather Inkt be the champion than these two, and that’s a fact! But I ... I have a bad feeling about this match. It’s in the pit of my stomach, and each time I look at Spaz, I feel more nauseous!
Fat Tony: For some reason, I feel the same way. This match isn’t going to be pretty.
Chris Styles: That’s it, fucking help me!
Spaz enters the ring and blows a kiss towards Kief, the obscene former champion waving Spaz off as he starts to thrust quickly. The fans who watched Tokyo Terror understand what he’s referencing, and you could almost hear certain individuals in the crowd gag and vomit at the same time.
Fat Tony: Ladies and gentleman, what you are about to see ... well ... just turn the channel over, and save your sanity.
Chris Styles: You can’t do that. We’ll lose viewers!
Fat Tony: I’d rather have no viewers than mindless drones that will be scarred for life after seeing this!
Chris Styles: ... Good point. Let’s hope the FOX executives are watching this, and we pray to GOD that this doesn’t go further than the boundaries of a standard wrestling match!
Suddenly, without warning, “Almost Famous” by Eminem starts to play from the speakers, Spaz and Kief looking towards the stage simultaneously as Inkt strolls out with a purpose, the PCW Television Championship draped over his shoulder.
Chris Styles: There he is! The Man of War, and the next PCW TV Champion. In fact, in my eyes, he already is the champion! He carries that belt with pride and doesn’t make a mockery out of it ... unlike those two...
Fat Tony: But why is he coming out here? Spaz and Kief have to be careful, knowing what happened at Tokyo Terror. Wait, he’s ... he’s coming towards us, Chris.
Inkt moves towards the announce desk and pulls up an extra seat, placing on a headset and sitting down as Kief and Spaz stare at him. He puts the TV Championship on the table and kicks back, looking at Chris and Fat Tony a moment.
Chris Styles: Hey buddy! How are you doing?
Inkt: Just thought I’d come out here and watch these two faggots beat the shit out of each other while telling the fans at home how much they suck. Pass me a beer.
Fat Tony: But, we don’t have beer...
All of a sudden a beautiful blonde strolls up to Inkt and hands him a beer, residing on his lap and smiling at the cameras as Inkt cracks it open and drinks it down. He glares over at Kief and Spaz as the two are separated by the official, ready to see them go at it in this championship contest.
Fat Tony: This match will be for the PCW Television Championship, which is currently on our announce desk and protected by the Man of War.
Inkt: And if they want it back, they’ll have to go through me to get it. But let me make one thing clear. Whoever wins this match will soon have to face me, and I don’t like their chances one bit.
The bell sounds and Spaz winks at Kief, circling each other until they lock up. Kief, being the bigger of the two, overpowers Spaz and launches him back, Spaz rolling over himself and looking at Kief on his knees. He whistles with amazement before he stands up, Kief shrugging his shoulders before they lock up again. This time Spaz executes a quick arm drag on Kief, which is remarkable given his size, Kief getting right back up and walking into a Handspring Enziguri from the TV Champion!
Fat Tony: You’ve got to admit, Spaz can be very athletic when he wants to be.
Chris Styles: Yeah, when he’s not trying to get into somebody’s pants!
Inkt: He’s just a fag, and he’s no match for me.
Spaz has ascended the top rope, blowing a kiss towards Kief again before he leaps off with a Somersault Senton Splash! Spaz lays across Kief for the early cover...
Fat Tony: There’s a one count, but Kief kicks out early. It’s clear that he doesn’t want to lose this match. He wants to regain that Television Championship and have a longer reign than his last one.
Spaz starts kicking away at the former champion as he stands, Kief having enough of Spaz’s assault and headbutting him in the bridge of the nose. Spaz collapses to one knee in surprise and shock after the blow, standing back up afterwards before being drilled into the canvas with a Brainbuster DDT! Kief looks over at Inkt momentarily as he stands back up, returning to concentrating on Spaz as he executes a leg drop across the champion’s throat. Now Kief goes for a cover...
Chris Styles: There’s one, two and a kick-out!
Fat Tony: These two are going to have to do more damage than this to keep the other down.
Chris Styles: And hopefully that doesn’t involve the shit we saw last week! Oh God...
Kief pulls Spaz up and whips him to the corner, rushing at the champion and delivering a body splash. Spaz gingerly stumbles out from the corner before Kief grabs his arm and whips him strongly at the ropes, Spaz running back into a Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker from the challenger! Kief goes for a cover again...
ONE!
TWO!
Spaz rolls his shoulder up to avoid being pinned successfully.
Inkt: If this is the best these two gay pieces of shit can do, then I don’t have much of a challenge.
Fat Tony: Well you do have a challenge coming up against Alexander Koresh...
Inkt: I’m not worried. He comes back from the dead, but this time, I’ll make him dead!
Chris Styles: He speaks the truth!
Kief has a sleeper hold on Spaz, but the wily champion finds a way out of it with a thumb to Kief’s eye, the two getting back up to a vertical base before Spaz applies an Iron Claw to Kief’s lower regions!
Chris Styles: Hey, isn’t that illegal?!
Fat Tony: I don’t know, but Kief is in a LOT of pain right now!
The referee looks confused as what to do as Spaz squeezes harder, Kief battling out of it with three hard punches and following it up with a spinning clothesline. The champion falls with Kief remaining stood, although he does hold onto his privates with his hands, the agony showing on his face. Still, he knows he has to persevere, sucking it up and going back to work on Spaz, picking him up from behind before hooking his arms and utilizing a Full Nelson Facebuster!
Fat Tony: If Kief can keep the momentum, he might become a two-time PCW TV Champion tonight!
Kief rolls Spaz up into a package pin...
ONE!
TWO!
Suddenly Spaz rolls around, causing Kief’s shoulders to be held down instead...
ONE!
TWO!
The two break apart as Kief kicks out, Spaz jumping up into the air and nailing the challenger with a 720 Roundhouse Kick!
Chris Styles: And he’s still standing! What the hell?!
Kief, of course, is swaying in place, Spaz scratching his chin before he raises a finger and runs at the ropes, leaping onto them and springing off into a rolling neckbreaker that successfully connects! Kief rolls onto his back and looks at the lights, Spaz shaking his finger to say “no” before he rolls Kief onto his stomach.
Fat Tony: No! Oh please no!
Chris Styles: IT’S HAPPENING AGAIN!
Spaz starts to peel down his spandex shorts but the referee immediately halts him, the crowd booing as Spaz starts to argue back with him. This gives time for Kief to get back up, staying out of sight until Spaz waves the referee off and turns around, only to be greeted by the FUCK A DUCK!
Chris Styles: FUCK A DUCK!
Fat Tony: We could have a new champion!
Inkt: What a stupid name for a move. Seriously...
Kief covers Spaz with a leg hooked as the referee counts...
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Spaz gets his arm up, the crowd responded heavily at the closeness of the pinfall!
Fat Tony: But it’s not to be! Spaz only just kicked out of that!
Chris Styles: I want to know what keeps him going ... actually, no, I don’t!
Kief seems primed to end this as he reaches into his pants, bringing out MR FRY-O! However, the referee has different ideas as he pries the weapon away from Kief, the challenger looking sad at this before he looks back at Spaz, and then at his foot. He gazes around at the crowd as they cheer with anticipation, Kief starting to get them into the groove as he stomps his foot rhythmically!
Chris Styles: I think we all know what we’re about to see!
Fat Tony: Here it comes ... MOUTH FULL OF KIEF!
At that moment, Kief lunges forward for that popular Superkick, but Spaz sees it coming and rolls under the kick! Kief turns around to try and grab Spaz but instead he is met with a series of kicks to his head, Spaz then hitting a Running Butt Bump to complete his Dirty Sanchez combination! The champion then looks over to the turnbuckle and goes over to it, starting to climb it as he keeps his eye on Inkt.
Inkt: That’s right, baby, you keep looking at me, and you look at that title. Soon you won’t have it!
Chris Styles: Spaz is balanced on that top rope, but as you can tell he’s spending too much time looking at Inkt!
Spaz turns around at last, ready to go for his patented Spazardous To Your Health, but instead all he sees is Kief rushing towards him with brilliant acceleration, mounting the ropes ahead of Spaz and punching him in the face! Spaz teeters on the turnbuckle before he retaliates with a punch of his own, Kief using another before he grabs Spaz in a front facelock, merely to drape his arm over his shoulder and execute a top rope Superplex! They land hard as the ring shakes, both men lying on the canvas as the referee starts to count them out.
Fat Tony: Spaz wasted too much time, and he got taken down with a high superplex from Kief!
Chris Styles: But Kief also took himself out! This match is going back and forth so much that I don’t know who is going to win!
The referee is up to three and both men start to stir, the fans clapping in unison to will them to stand. At six they finally do so, Spaz stumbling forward towards Kief, who explodes with a surprise MOUTH OF KIEF!
Chris Styles: THERE IT IS! THERE IT IS!
Fat Tony: Out of nowhere, Kief just nailed the Mouth of Kief!
The crowd are going crazy as Kief gets to the corner, looking at Spaz as he climbs. Spaz is feeling his face on the ground as Kief balances himself, finally jumping off with the FAT MAN FLYING!
Fat Tony: INCOMING!
Kief crushes Spaz, hooking his legs for a cover as the crowd count along in Russian...
ONE!
Chris Styles: Spaz got squashed!
TWO!
Fat Tony: We could have a new champion!
THREE!
The bell rings as the crowd go nuts, Kief breathing a sigh of relief as his arm is raised.
Taylor Davis: Here is your winner, and now the PCW TELEVISION CHAMPION, L.A KIEF!
Fat Tony: For the second time in his career, L.A Kief has become the PCW Television Champion! Spaz gave a hard effort, but in the end it was Kief who prevailed! Congratulations to him!
Inkt: Yeah, yeah. Big whoop, he's the champ. Now, if you'll excuse me...
As Kief stands up with the referee's help, Inkt takes off his headset, the blonde female stroking his neck and chest before walking away. Inkt takes hold of the TV Championship and slides under the bottom rope, dropping it near the corner before he charges at Kief like a bull and delivers a devastating DULL NEEDLE!
Fat Tony: Jesus Christ! Inkt nearly tore the new champion in half with that Dull Needle!
Chris Styles: The future champion, baby! I know it!
Inkt asks for a microphone as Kief lays sprawled on the canvas, Inkt collecting the title at the same time before he walks over to his body and speaks.
Inkt: Listen up, fatty. I don't care if you've just become the two-time PCW Television Champion. This belt will be mine, and since you're not in a position to collect it right now, I'll look after it for you. But next week, that all changes. Because next week, I will be ... the new PCW Television Champion! I'll see you then, fag!
Inkt drops the microphone as the crowd boo, placing the championship on his shoulder before he leaves the ring and walks up the ramp.
Fat Tony: I think Inkt just set the challenge, and he's walking away with the PCW Television Championship yet again!
Chris Styles: He will be the champion soon enough, Tony, maybe next week! And that is going to be a glorious day for the cRu!
Fat Tony: But as the record states, L.A Kief is the official Television Champion. The only problem, that man right there has the gold, and he is not going to give it back until it is physically taken from him.
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Post by Ryan Pugh on Nov 25, 2011 20:50:01 GMT -5
Ridin' High blasts over the arena as the entire crowd erupts with hatred at the mere thought of Pugh coming out to the ring. But much to the dismay of the crowd, Ryan Pugh makes a quick walk to the ring wasting no time and in the mood for no distractions as he grabs a mic and signals for the music to be cut off.
Pugh: First thing is first and next week we go to Germany to cap off this little world tour and it will be broadcast live on Fox as a Insanity Supershow. So for a show like that we need big matches right? Based on what happened at Tokyo Terror and what just happened out here a moment ago, the newly crowned TV champion LA Kief will defend his TV title against the one and only Man of War, INKT!
A mixed reaction from the crowd at the announcement of the match is heard as Pugh continues.
Pugh: Also the main event of XXXmas is going to be a triple threat match for the PCW World Heavyweight title and next week we will find out exactly who will challenge Johnny Stylez for his title. Alexander Koresh will go one on one with Spaz for the first spot in the match and Nick Newman will make his return to face Chip Shiller to see who will get the other spot. The two winners will be the challengers for the PCW World title at XXXmas, so good luck!
Now another match for XXXmas will be a Southern title match that will see Al Envy challenge the current champ Ophelia Pain for the belt. This will be a one on one match and the stipulation for the match will be decided next week when Al Envy will team with Johnny Stylez to take on the team of Ophelia Pain and Apathy! The winner of this match will get to decide what kind of match it will be at XXXmas when the Southern title is on the line.
And the last order of business is the fact that there is one title that is not where it needs to be. One title that just isn't really coming off the right way and that has a lot to do with the fact that a washed up has been is holding it right now. With that being said, Redrum you will defend the Insane Rulez title next week in the main event of the evening against a man you know very well. A man that has always had your number and a man that is simply put, BETTERTHENU! That man Rummy is none other the Insane MOTHER FUCKING Icon! That's right bitch, next week Ryan Pugh makes his in ring return to PCW and it will be to teach your ass a very important lesson. If you want something done right you have to do it yourself, well next week I am going to do that when the Xtreme champion faces the Insane Rulez champion and when the night ends I will hold both and there is not a damn thing you can do about it! See you next week Rummy!
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Post by Ryan Pugh on Nov 25, 2011 20:50:54 GMT -5
Man without Fear plays over the arena and the crowd goes nuts. Alexander Koresh comes out from behind a cloud of smoke holding his ribs. Koresh has a evil and painful look on his face as he begins to walk down the ramp.
Taylor Davis: The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, he is the Sadistic Bastard and the leader of the F.Y.K.! This is ALEXANDER KORESH!!!!!
Fat Tony: Koresh is obviously still felling the match of the century last week at Tokyo Terror against Johnny Stylez.
Chris Styles: Well lets be honest, Koresh may seem un human most of the time but even he couldn't be a hundred percent after that match.
Almost Famous now blasts as the crowd quickly turns to jeers. After a few moments however, no one comes out and the music cuts off as Koresh stands in the ring confused.
Fat Tony: Where is Inkt?
Chris Styles: That is what Koresh is asking the ref right now and I don't know, he should be out here by now. We have already seen him earlier tonight so we know he is here.
Fat Tony: But why is he not out here?
Almost Famous hits the arena again as Koresh is waving for Inkt to come out of the back but still nothing. The all of the sudden Inkt jumps the rail from in the crowd behind Koresh and slides in the ring. Inkt rushes and nails Koresh in the back of the head with a huge clothesline that takes him down.
[DING DING]
Chris Styles: Oh that is how we do it baby, kick his ass Inkt!
Fat Tony: Just like the cRu, a bunch of cowards!
Inkt stomps away to the back and head of Koresh as the bell rings. The ref finally backs Inkt up for a moment as Koresh attempts to sit up. Inkt hits the ropes and plants a big boot right to the face of Koresh to put him right back down. Inkt then hits the ropes and drops a knee right into the forehead of Koresh. Inkt then climbs on top of Koresh and unleashes right hand after right hand to the temple of Koresh over and over and over again.
Chris Styles: HELL YEAH!!!!!!
Fat Tony: Koresh has not even had a chance to get into this match, this is ridiculous!
Chris Styles: Cry me a river baby, life aint fair fat boy!
Inkt now grabs Koresh by his dreads and pulls him to his feet. Inkt backs Koresh up against the ropes and then sends him into the opposite ropes and as Koresh comes back at him, Inkt just explodes with a shoulder block that takes Koresh right back down! Inkt now walks to the ropes and flexes for all the fans who let him hear it as he smirks. Koresh is back to one knee as Inkt turns around and focuses back on Koresh. Alexander gets back to his feet but Inkt closes the gap and unleashes a sick clothesline that almost takes Koresh's head off.
Fat Tony: Just let the man get to his feet and gather himself one time and this match will be different story
Chris Styles: Then why would Inkt let him do that? You need to start thinking better man because that is just dumb!
Koresh is pulled to his feet again and this time Inkt sends him crashing into the corner. Inkt gets a full head of steam as he charges across the ring and delivers a massive splash to Koresh in the corner. Koresh staggers out of the corner as Inkt steps out onto the apron and grabs the top rope. Koresh turns around and Inkt slingshots himself into the ring and hits a mammoth shoulder block on Koresh. Inkt is back on his feet and beating on his chest as he backs into the corner.
Fat Tony: INKT IS LOOKING FOR THE DULL NEEDLE!
Chris Styles: If he hits this it is over Tony
Inkt continues to beat his chest as Koresh struggles to get to his feet. Koresh turns out of the corner and Inkt charges for the Dull Needle. But Koresh sidesteps and Inkt goes crashing into the turnbuckle face first! Inkt is holding his face as he turns out of the corner and Koresh is waiting for him as he hits a t-bone suplex! Inkt gets back to his feet and Koresh hits him with a flapjack sending him face first into the mat. Koresh now sends Inkt into the corner and gets a head of steam as he hits a huge splash of his own! Koresh now bounces off the ropes as Inkt staggers out of the corner and Koresh decks him with a huge boot to the face!
Fat Tony: Koresh is rolling now, that's not good news for Inkt!
Koresh hits the ropes and then slowly stalks back to Inkt before leaping in the air and hitting a huge elbow drop that he call the Exorcism! Koresh hooks the leg but Inkt kicks out after only one. Inkt is back on his feet as he tries to shake out the cobwebs. Koresh hits a knee to the gut of Inkt that doubles him over. Koresh now hooks both arms of Inkt and takes him up only to turn him and hit a back breaker to the Man of War. Koresh is now stalking Inkt as he uses the ropes to pull himself up and he has a evil look in his eyes. Inkt turns around, THE MELTDOWN!!! NO! Inkt is able to push Koresh off as he holds on to the top rope and Koresh goes back first to the mat.
Chris Styles: Koresh almost just ended this one but a great counter from Inkt there
Koresh is back up but as he turns around, DULL NEEDLE!!!!!!! Inkt explodes through Koresh with the spear and almost breaks him in half! Inkt hooks the leg of Koresh as the ref goes down for the count.[/i]
1......
2.....
......3!!!!
[DING DING]
Taylor Davis: Your winner, INKT!!!!!
Fat Tony: A very valiant effort from Koresh even though he was clearly not medically ready for this match
Chris Styles: Oh and you think Johnny is ready for his match? NO! But I bet he and Al win those damn tag titles!
Fat Tony: I wouldn't count that before he happens Chris. The Fatales have had the number of the cRu since coming to PCW.
Chris Styles: That all changes tonight
Inkt has his arm raised by the ref as the fans boo. Inkt looks over and sees Koresh trying to get to his feet and he smirks as he backs into the corner and beats on his chest yet again. Koresh barely gets to his feet and Inkt doesn't even wait for him to turn around.
Fat Tony: DIRTY NEEDLE!!!
Chris Styles: KILL HIM INKT!!!!
Fat Tony: This is completely uncalled for, Inkt has already won the match, what more does he want?
Chris Styles: To eliminate Koresh obviously
Fat Tony: Well he may have just done that and can we please get some help out here for Koresh?
Inkt just stares down at the broken body of Koresh as we cut to commercial
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Post by Ryan Pugh on Nov 25, 2011 20:51:56 GMT -5
The Minor Arena; Moscow, Russia. Insanity has once again put on a hell of a show. The fans in attendance cannot believe what they have seen so far, and their raucous cheers of excitement echo throughout the stadium in anticipation for the main event. Apathy and Aurora Deadwood will be defending their tag team championships against Johnny Stylez and Al Envy. It's a match certainly hyped up, and one all the fans cannot wait to see.
Seated behind the announce desk beside the very ring that shall hold this massive collision of titans is Fat Tony and Chris Styles, the commentary team of the PCW. Just as the fans are, both men glow with excitement for the next match to begin. It's not every day you get to see something this big.
In the ring, Taylor Davis stands still waiting for the cue to begin the announcement of the match. Her beauty radiates through the arena, though for the longest time she just stands there, stoic and inexpressive. At this point, a lot of the people around the arena begin to mutter amongst themselves, wondering what could possibly be taking so long.
Then, without the slightest bit of warning, the large screen set above the stage lights up. A bright white glow emits from it, gathering the attention of everyone, including the announcers. As they stare at the blank milky screen, it turns suddenly to black, with words in gold forming slowly in it's center.
The first of these words reads, "You thought it was the end." Pictures of people being tortured and abused flash suddenly on the screen before it returns to it's black appearance. The crowd is in confusion, wondering as to the purpose of this mysterious message. They then look back at the screen as more wording appears.
"Foolish people, this is only the beginning."
The arena now fills with a mix of shock and worry. No one understands this, what could it possibly mean? Flashes of pictures appear again, showing scenes of birth and glorification. They only flash by for a second before the screen once more fades to it's dark appearance.
The end? When could this have been? The people question each other in search of the answer, all confused about what this could mean. They never believed PCW was going to end. It's only been a short time since the company relaunched. So what could this all possibly be referring to?
"12-16-11"
The last message flares across the blackness in a rage of flame. It's not a code, but rather a date. The sixteenth of December, this year. Could this be referring to the next pay-per-view event? Even if not, it's only a month away. Something is going to happen on December 16th, that much is sure.
**Fat Tony** - (looking to Chris) Do you have any idea?
Shaking his head, Chris Styles sits there, staring at the flaming message on the screen as it fades away. The crowd has gone into a dull roar, speaking to each other on the unsettling message given just moments ago. Then, they look to the ring, unsure if they're ready for the main event
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Post by Ryan Pugh on Nov 25, 2011 20:53:18 GMT -5
Taylor Davis: The following tag team contest is your main event of the evening and is for the PCW TTAAGG TTEEAAMM CCHHAAMMPPIIOONNSSHHIIPP!!!!
Chris Styles: Oh shit here we go. It’s time to show that the Femmes winning those tag team titles were a fluke. Ladies and Gentlemen you are about to witness the greatest tag team of your generation take back what is theirs.
Fat Tony: Maybe Johnny and Al should win a tag team match together first. They are 0-2. How are they the greatest?
Chris Styles: HEY!!!! Don’t diss my cousin and my best friend!
Fat Tony: Al Envy doesn’t give you the time of day dammit!!
(insert Breakdown video)
Taylor Davis: Introducing first they are the number 1 contenders and the challengers this evening. Introducing first he is from Fort Worth, Texas and weighs in at 247 pounds the SHOW STEALER AALL EENNVVYY and his tag team partner hailing from New Orleans, Louisiana he is the PCW World Heavyweight Champion LLAA JJOOHHNNYY SSTTYYLLEEZZ. They are WrestlingZ mOst WaNted!!
“Al and Johnny slowly walk out to a chorus of boos from the Russian fans. They look determined and confident as they enter the ring and taunt the fans. Johnny holds up his World Title barking out insults to the Russians.”
Chris Styles: Yeah you tell them champ!! cRu is betterthanRussia!!
Fat Tony: I suggest they get focused because here come the PCW Tag Team Champs!!
(Insert video)
Taylor Davis: And their opponents they are the PCW World Tag Team Champions both hailing from Atlanta Georgia AAUURROORRAA DDEEAADDWWOOOODD and AAPPAATTHHYY the Femme Fatales!!!!
“The Russian crowd goes crazy for the tag team champs as they also walk slowely out to the ring. They stand outside and stare down the challengers. Apathy has a look of rage on her face as they both hit the ring and the fight is on!”
Fat Tony: The champs are taking it to the challengers. We have a fight going on here in Russia!!
“The two teams exchange blows until the power of wMw start to take hold. Johnny pounds Aurora into the corner as Al strikes Apathy with some kicks driving her into the corner. As they have their opponents in the corner Al and Johnny look at each other and decide to Irish whip the champs intending them to crash against each other. However the Femmes counter and its Al and Johnny that collide knocking each other down. As they get up both Apathy and Aurora hit dropkicks knocking the challengers out of the ring much to the appreciation of the crowd.”
Fat Tony: My God the champs are on fire early. I think the cRu needs to regroup!
Chris Styles: Oh don’t worry them will. I have faith Fat Boy!!
“Outside Johnny and Al regroup and jaw with the crowd. Carefully they climb back onto the apron. Johnny goes over to the tag rope as Al climbs into the ring with Aurora Deadwood. They lock up and Al takes control with a forearm to Aurora’s back. Al starts to pound away and afterwards looks for approval from the crowd and gets booed out of the building. With Envy getting distracted Aurora fights back landing shot after shot to Envy. She Irish whips him off the ropes and hits a Thez Press on Al and pounds away.”
Fat Tony: Aurora Deadwood takes control. I think the Femmes have your boy’s numbers here!
Chris Styles: The hell they do. Come on Al kick her sexy drunk ass!!
“Aurora picks Al up and delivers some quick shots to him. She then attempts a head scissors lock but Al throws her off as she lands hard on the mat. Al attempts to throw a clothesline but Aurora ducks and hits the ropes but Johnny yanks her down by the hair as she drops to the mat.”
Fat Tony: Hey ref watch the damn match here. That was illegal.
Chris Styles: Than was brilliant!
“Al walks over and tags in the world heavyweight champion as he gets started on the offense with some sharp stomps to Aurora’s head. He picks up Aurora and delivers a sharp clothesline to Aurora and follows up with a nice elbow drop on her throat. He goes for the pin but Aurora kicks out at 1. He holds on to Aurora as he tags in Al. Johnny delivers a backbreaker to Aurora and holds her in position as Al climbs to the second turnbuckle, jumps off and delivers his forearm into Aurora’s throat.”
Fat Tony: Nice team work going on my Al and Johnny.
Chris Styles: That’s why they are the best baby!
Fat Tony: Win the match and I will believe that. Here is the cover by Al
1..
2..
Fat Tony: No Aurora kicks out!
Al slams his hand into the mat and looks over at Apathy who is chomping at the bit to get into the match. He taunts apathy and she enters the ring. The referee tries to force her out and while he is distracted Al and Johnny lay waste to Aurora much to the hatred of the crowd.
Chris Styles: This is the classic example of tag team wrestling.
Fat Tony: I hate to agree, and there is the blind tag from Al to Johnny.
“Al slapped his hands and Johnny went back to work on Aurora. The referee questions the tag but is convinced by Al and Johnny saying there was. Johnny lifts Aurora up and hits a death valley driver on Aurora followed by a quick leg drop. He goes for the cover but the pin is broken up by Apathy. Apathy stands in the corner trying to motivate Aurora along with the crowd. Johnny drags Aurora over to the corner where he tags Al. Al hooks Aurora into a Head and Arm suplex and hits it perfectly. Al then climbs the ropes as Johnny claps. He signals for the Macho Tribute Elbow Drop as the crowd chants Savage. “
Fat Tony: If Al hit this it might be over. Listen to the chants for Savage.
Chris Styles: Come on Al quit jawing with the audience!!
Al jumps off the ropes but spent too much time arguing with the crowd. Aurora moves out of the way as Al crashes into the mat and rolls around in pain.
Fat Tony: This is the Femme’s chance!! Aurora has to make a tag!
The crowd eggs on Aurora who is crawling over to her corner. Al is also crawling to his corner to tag Johnny. It’s a crawl race that Aurora ends up winning. She tags in Apathy who comes in a house of fire as she clothes line Johnny who also tagged in.”
Fat Tony: Here comes Apathy and she is a house of fire!!
Fat Tony: Come on Johnny!!
“Apathy continues to get the better of the champion as she delivers a head scissor takedown to Johnny. This prompts Al to come in and knock apathy down. Al went back to the apron as Johnny made the tag to make Al the legal man. When he came in Apathy does a leg lariat knocking Al down. Johnny comes back in but is met by Aurora who knocks him to the outside.”
Fat Tony: This has broken down. Johnny and Aurora are on the outside and Apathy and Al are in the ring!
“Al and Apathy go at it with shot after shot. Al goes to clothesline Apathy but she ducks and the referee is taken out. Al turns around and gets hit with the Affliction from Apathy!
Fat Tony: Oh man there goes the ref!! Al Envy is out from the Affliction!!
“Outside Johnny and Aurora continue to brawl till Deadwood knocks Johnny down. Johnny reaches under the ring and pulls out something.”
Fat Tony: Is that a vodka bottle?
Chris Styles: Have a drink on the cRu bitch!!
“As Aurora picks Johnny up he blasts the bottle in her face. Booze and glass goes everywhere as Aurora rolls around screaming in pain with blood pouring out.”
Fat Tony: OH MY GOD!!! He just nailed Aurora with that bottle!! How dastardly was that!!
“Apathy saw what happened and leaped outside. She started chasing Johnny around as the crowd cheers for her to catch him. Johnny slides back into the ring and Apathy follows. She gets up and is hit with the Syck Kick from Al Envy!”
Chris Styles: SYCK KICK SYCK KICK!!!
“Al picks up Apathy and then delivers the GBE”
Fat Tony: After that sadistic Syck Kick Al just nailed the GBE!!
“Johnny starts to revive the referee and drags him over to Envy who is now pinning Apathy”
Fat Tony: Oh not this way! NOT THIS WAY!!
“The referee starts to slowly count”
1……..
2……..
THREE……..
Chris Styles: YES YES YES !!!!
Fat Tony: DAMMIT!!!
Taylor Davis: Here are your winners… and NNNEEEWWW PCW World Tag Team Champions Al Envy and Johnny Stylez WrestlingZ mOst waNted!!!
"Al and Johnny start to celebrate in the ring as the Russian fans rain down boos. Outside EMT’s start to attend to an obviously injured Aurora Deadwood."
Fat Tony: The cRu are back on top of the tag team world.
Chris Styles: I told you they were the best. WrestlingZ mOst waNted BABY!!
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