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  1. Toni Storm

    21 December 2017 - 05:38 AM

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    𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫


    NAME
    Toni Storm

    HEIGHT
    5'5"

    WEIGHT
    143 lb.

    HOMETOWN
    Gold Coast, Australia

    DISPOSITION
    Tweener


    𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔰

    STRENGTH ——————————
    SUBMISSION ——————————
    DURABILITY ——————————
    TECHNIQUE —————————
    SPEED —————————
    CHARISMA —————————
    HARDCORE ——————————
    STAMINA ——————————


    𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭𝔰

    ALLIES
    Allied name (Start date — end date) Information on relationship.

    ADVERSARIES
    Enemy name (Start date — end date) Information on relationship.


    𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢

    (video here)

    (entrance description here.)


    𝔞𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔞𝔩

    FINISH MANEUVER
    Strong Zero Over-the-shoulder back-to-belly piledriver onto the knee

    SIGNATURE MANEUVERS
    Avalanche German supelx
    Big boot
    Bridging fisherman suplex
    Bridging Fujiwara armbar
    Diving leg drop
    Double knee backbreaker, sometimes to a rope-hung opponent
    European uppercut
    Headbutt
    Leg-hook German suplex
    Northern lights suplex
    Release German suplex
    Repeated hip attacks to a seated opponent, with theatrics
    Running hip attack to an opponent seated in the corner
    Snap suplex
    Suicide dive


    𝔥𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶

    ACCOMPLISHMENTS
    Not applicable

    MATCH RECORD
    0 Wins 0 Losses 0 Draws

    EVENT
    Toni Storm def. TBD (Roleplay here.)


    Profile credit to Zach (ZK Ultra)!
  2. [Takedown] - November 21st, 2017

    22 November 2017 - 05:24 AM

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    Live from the Phillips Arena in Atlanta, GA!

    I'D FASHIONED MY OWN CROSS..
    BEEN CRUSHED BY ITS WEIGHT!


    The sound of 'Bones' by Young Gun sits the sound system and the crowd roars with cheers as the show opens strong with PCW Women's Champion - Raquel Diaz. She steps out from behind the curtain, dressed in her ring gear for an unknown reason but whatever, it's what she does. As she begins down the ramp, she seems to be on a mission and when she reaches the bottom of the ramp, she hits the steps and climbs them onto the apron. Sliding between the ropes, she make sure her way into the ring where Bruce Buffer is found standing. After a couple seconds, he approaches her, handing the microphone to her and she nods her head in thanks.

    RAQUEL DIAZ
    'Well, well, well. Look what we have here. At Zero Hour.. what everyone saw was nothing short of brutal and The Ministry.. I made sure I was the catalyst to send them to hell on a night where nothing went the way they wanted. Thousands upon thousands of tacks lined the ring and Rosemary couldn't beat me because I knew she couldn't. As all the pressure rested on her shoulders following Finn Balor's massive failure to obtain gold was witnessed, not even Pentagon Dark attempting to aid her was able to stop me. I don't know how many times I have to say it, but.. I always get what I want. It's not something I'm trying to brag about, but rather.. drill into people's heads. Which.. is one of the reasons that I'm out here right now.' The tone changes as she adjust the championship over her shoulder. 'To be champion - it means something. To have retained it more than once now, that's a miracle because for years I chased after the title, wanting to carve a path like none other and I've been doing just that. But leading up to Zero Hour.. I learned more than I could of ever expected. Rosemary kidnapping my mother taught me a new sense of appreciation.. it taught me to see what's important and what isn't. And most importantly - it taught me when enough is enough. So, Bruce.. can you venture over here.' Bruce looks a little unsure, the last time Raquel was near an official, she was slamming him down on tacks but he approaches. 'You see, this championship.. I had but a few goals left to achieve with it. To retain, to win at Unbroken, to main event a Pay Per View. Now, I could continue to hold onto it, build up days and possibly more defenses but as I just said.. enough is enough.'

    Raquel paces a couple of steps back and forth - the tension in the arena is building to build for whatever she's about to say, which doesn't seem like something anyone will like. Looking around, she nods and chuckles.

    RAQUEL DIAZ
    'As of now, there is nothing left for me to do with this championship and I am hereby vacating the PCW Women's Championship. Bruce.' Sliding the championship off her shoulder, Raquel sighs and takes one final look before handing it over to Bruce Buffer as the crowd boos with sadness. 'Very soon, the Women's Championship and Knockout's Championship will face unification and given what I've done in this third reign - I absolutely refuse to continue forth knowing to quit while I'm ahead. But, I am far from down. And there's someone that right now is going to be highly unhappy with me calling them out. But.. Kaitlyn, sweetie pie - would you just be a doll and come out here? We have some unfinished business and you, of all people know that it's better just to face me. I can and will find you, you know this best by now.'



    Right on cue, the theme of The Crusade begins to play, and with little hesitation, Kaitlyn emerges onto the stage, notably without Paige Knight by her side. After the events of Zero Hour, it comes to no surprise that Kaitlyn has arrived alone, but still, considering she and Paige had been inseparable for almost the entire year, her solitary presence is a bit striking. Kaitlyn stays on the stage with microphone in hand, making it clear that she has no intentions of joining Raquel in the ring as the music around her dies. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Kaitlyn responds.

    KAITLYN
    "Raquel... WHAT. THE HELL. DO YOU WANT. This is the third time you've decided to get in my face as if I have anything to do with you, which I don't. DO we have unfinished business? Because as far as I'm concerned, I've been finished with you for years. Hell, I haven't given a damn about anything you've done all year. And here I thought that you yourself would've also moved on from whatever the hell issues we used to have between us. I mean, look at you! Three time Women's Champion! Now officially the fourth longest reigning champ in PCW history, coming hot off a huge victory over Rosemary just last week! You'd figure with all your success this year, I wouldn't register as a blip on your radar! But no, you've clearly got something on your mind, and I'm not going to pretend that I can somehow stop you from saying it, so what is it, Raquel? What the hell do you want?"


    Slowly, Raquel's straight face turns into a smile.

    RAQUEL DIAZ
    'I want what I've always wanted - for you to admit that you're exactly the person I've told the world you are. Because at Zero Hour, I saw exactly what happened between AJ and Paige - you did the one thing you vowed to never do.. turned your back on the people you care about most. After all this time of denying it, you did it! You powerbombed the one person who has supported you ENDLESSLY - you sent AJ out on a stretcher and for what? You, single handedly, carry the weight of two cornerstones being taken out. You have made sure this was ALL ABOUT YOU because that left you as the one Cornerstone standing. Or, so you thought. AJ and Paige might be in some ICU but I'm here and right now? It's time everyone around here stopped looking at you as some sidekick and remembered what kind of woman you really are. You, the most dominant woman to ever be in PCW, have now just torn through everyone - except me. I know I'm not the underdog like you've always pretended to be or the fan favorite compared to all the things you've managed to do but at Zero Hour, you showed EVERYONE your true colors and if you think I'm going to just ignore how you proved me right? You're wrong.' Kaitlyn still keeps a fairly settled straight face as she stares down the ramp at Raquel. 'Paige calls herself the Last Heroine but right about now, that seems more fitting for me than it ever has her. So, at what point of this pretending I don't exist anymore does that change? Now that AJ and Paige are gone for the foreseeable future - are you just going to walk away like nothing happened! Are you going to chicken out like the little bitch you've become? I buried my issues with the Kaitlyn that you use to be but the woman standing up there like some coward who isn't brave enough to stand face to face with me - the woman you've always beaten - that shows everyone what kind of person you really are. But before you respond, let me.. wildly guess what's about to happen. You're going to stand over there and huff, annoyingly express how I'm trying to provoke you and then you're going to turn around to leave. You're going to deny everything I've ever said because I'm Raquel Diaz - my words mean nothing but I've done more in the last year for this division than you have ever done. At the end of the day, you were the biggest fraud of them all and now you've proven it.'

    The crowd begins to faintly rumble with whispers and murmurs and noise after hearing Raquel verbally tear into Kaitlyn. There is little resemblance to any sort of cheering or booing for any one side or another. Instead, it just feels like anticipation for the upcoming storm; they're getting ready for a potential fight. It's all just a matter of whether Kaitlyn takes the bait or not, and after what happened at Zero Hour, it's hard to say what she'll do. What she does do, however, is simply raise her microphone up to her lips, her stony face unchanging, as she speaks.

    KAITLYN
    "So all you want is for me to admit that you're right? Well, congratulations, Raquel. You're half right. You're right in that I'm damn sure gonna deny what you say. You're wrong though in that I'm not doing it because you're Raquel Diaz, - implying that's supposed to mean anything in the goddamn first place - but because, just like for the past four years, you've never had a clue. What, am I supposed to ignore you just because of who you are? I mean, look at you, Raquel. Who the hell are you? Because you want to know what I see when I look at you right now, Raquel? I see the PCW Women's Champion! Didn't I just talk you up literally three minutes ago!? Didn't I mention how great your year was and how much you've accomplished!? If you're going to sit here and say I'm going to ignore you because you're "Raquel Diaz", that's you putting YOURSELF in a negative context, not me. But if you want to know why I ignore you, THAT is why. You ignore the facts to spin your own little story, and that is why I don't bother with you. You pull statements out of your ass that no one ever said and put in meanings no one ever meant. You blissfully ignored all the good things I just said about you, because it didn't fit in with the lies you're trying so hard to sell. Even more, you act like I'm scared of you, which is funny how you're mistaking mercy for cowardice. In case you forgot, I beat your ass every single time we faced off, and I'm letting you off because doing it again would do nothing for me now. And if it was anyone else - ANYONE ELSE RIGHT NOW - trying to criticize me over what happened with AJ and Paige? I'd be telling them to kiss my ass. But you... no. We know each other too well for that. We both know that won't work. No, you're just going to keep poking... and prodding... and prying... because for whatever reason, you're so intent on trying to paint me as this tyrant you desperately want me to be. And you know what I'm going to do about that? Huh?"
    The rumblings of the audience escalate, waiting to hear how Kaitlyn reactions. "I'm going to do... nothing." The crowd begins to boo heavily at Kaitlyn, who has just shut down their hopes of a huge Raquel/Kaitlyn confrontation right in front of them. "You made the guess that what I'm ultimately gonna do is just turn around and leave, and you know what? You're right! Right now, AJ and Paige aren't here, that's my fault, and I should be dealing with THAT, instead of YOU. And right now, the LAST thing I need is to hear you try to pin the events of Zero Hour on me. Paige and AJ need me, and I sure as hell don't need YOU, so what I'm going to do now is I'm going to lower my microphone, I'm going to leave, and if you're SMART, you will keep my name out of your goddamn mouth until I'm out of the building. I am NOT in the mood for your shit, Raquel, and I'm giving you this one last chance to avoid the ass whooping that you've been begging me for this whole time. Don't make me turn around, because if I do, you WILL regret it."

    With that, Kaitlyn lowers her hand and turns to leave. Raquel gives her a couple seconds to tease letting her walk away before speaking again.

    RAQUEL DIAZ
    'Fine, turn around and leave. I guess AJ won't see what you're about to do coming?' Kaitlyn stops, yet hasn't turned around to face Raquel. Her interest is slightly peaked but she refuses to give Raquel any satisfaction of a response. 'You tried to end her on Paige's behalf and failed - planning to go finish the job while she can't defend herself? Smart.. you really are becoming just like me. Only, you know, I don't victimize the helpless. You, however, continue to play the victim. YOU could of stopped that Last Woman Standing match if you had really wanted too.. you could of been the peacemaker because that's what you use to do best. But deep down, you wanted them dead because you couldn't be woman enough to do it yourself.' Kaitlyn's head cocks sideways for a moment as Raquel begins to walk around the ring, adding dramatic hand motions to her words for greater effect. 'So, go on.. go. You've brought an end to the women you proved to be most jealous of, finish them off and walk off into that golden sunset to sulk on just how much of an ungrateful, unappreciative little bitch you are for everything you've been given. You've damaged the roster enough with the antics of the Crusade while I've not only fixed that damage but did what you couldn't - made the division better. Trish Stratus, Maryse, now AJ and Paige - you really know how to take out anyone that threatens your position. I'm almost disappointed you never saw me as a threat because I would of loved for you to try that with me. Even after I took up the Black Widow guise, it still wasn't enough to push you to that point, but never would I have thought you, all these years later, would of been the one to nearly dismantle the three of you that plagued me. I.. I suppose I should thank you Kaitlyn, because you just proved what I said at the start of this.. whatever you wish to call. Before you came out, I talked about seeing what's important and you.. you just gave me my next purpose. See, as you tried to end them - they're not gone yet. And I just refuse to let you leave without knowing that just like with my mother from Rosemary.. I'm going to save Paige and AJ from you. When I do, because we both know I will make it happen.. they'll realize that I was more of a friend to them than you could EVER be, and wouldn't that just suck for you.'

    Hearing this, Kaitlyn stands completely silent and still on the stage... before suddenly throwing her microphone and turning to the side, making a beeline straight for the ring! Kaitlyn marches straight down with an absolutely livid expression on her face, picking up speed as she rushes in and slides under the ropes, quickly getting into her feet and getting right in Raquel's face! "You got something else to say!? HUH!? Keep talking, Raquel! I'M RIGHT HERE! GIMME A REASON TO BEAT YOUR ASS!" yells Kaitlyn at a volume that might have caused many others to flinch, but ends up drawing a massive grin from Raquel instead.

    RAQUEL DIAZ
    'You want a reason?'

    *BAM!*

    Raquel completely brains Kaitlyn with her microphone out of nowhere! Kaitlyn drops to the floor where Raquel is quick to capitalize, mounting her and drilling shots straight into her face! Kaitlyn gets completely battered until she manages to push Raquel off of her, rolling over and attaining a mount over Raquel herself! Now it's Raquel struggling to defend as Kaitlyn starts to beat the crap out of Raquel as she threatened to do! Any sense of professionalism has been thrown completely out the window as the two Knockouts brawl with each other, prompting referees and staff to run out to break it up! Rushing down the ramp and into the ring, half a dozen referees and assorted personnel begin to peel the two off of each other, the both of them being restrained to opposite corners! Raquel and Kaitlyn yell at each other from across the ring, making their hatred for each other known before the scene begins to fade into commercial break.

    [COMMERCIAL BREAK]

    As the commercials end and PCW Takedown returns to air, the scene shoots back to ringside where Kaitlyn and Raquel seem to be still around and still standing in the corners where they were being restrained previously, except this time, they're not being restrained, and they're not making a move towards one another. Instead, the two just appear to be staring daggers through one another, as a referee inbetween them gestures towards the side.

    DING DING DING!

    OPENER
    Singles Match
    Raquel Diaz vs Kaitlyn

    ...And the bell rings to signify the start of an impromptu match! When life hands you lemons, you make lemonade! PCW was handed a brawl, so it seems they made a match of it! The moment the bell sounds, Raquel and Kaitlyn rush each other, but Kaitlyn takes over straight away, picking up Raquel and heaving her straight into the corner so that she can proceed to beat the crap out of her! Kaitlyn throws shot after shot after shot into Raquel's face, pushing her further and further down until Raquel is left sitting on the ground beneath Kaitlyn, completely suppressed and forced to defend! Raquel blocks the shots as best she can until she ends up lying down completely on the mat, which turns out to be advantageous to her as she grabs the bottom rope and pulls herself to the outside, using her body to sweep Kaitlyn's leg and knock her down as she does so! From the outside, Raquel grabs Kaitlyn's leg and pulls her towards the steel post until it's between both legs, before she pulls it back then slams it against the post! Kaitlyn recoils, holding her leg, but this seems to be all according to plan, bringing down Kaitlyn's guard so Raquel can grab her by the hair unhindered and pull her out of the ring! With Kaitlyn on the outside with her, Raquel drags Kaitlyn by the hair and runs her forward, drilling her head first into the corner post! Kaitlyn's head bounces off of it as she falls to the ground, rolling next to the barricade on the floor! With her enemy down, Raquel comes in and begins to stomp the living hell out of Kaitlyn, bringing her boot down all over her face and chest and torso, before she lets up. Grabbing Kaitlyn by the hair again, Raquel pulls her to a seated position against the barricade before backing up and rushing forward with a running punt... that crashes straight into the barricade as Kaitlyn rolls away in time! Raquel hops up and down, holding her foot in pain and unable to stop Kaitlyn from grabbing her from behind, lifting her up, and heaving her behind her with a german suplex into the ring post! Raquel's bell gets rung as the back of her head and spine make impact, causing her to flop onto the floor! With Raquel momentarily lifeless on the floor, Kaitlyn drags her to her feet and rolls her into the ring before following after her. This match has gone off to a brutal start so far, but it's no surprise considering there's no love lost between these two, and it'll surely get worse before it gets better.

    Once inside, Kaitlyn mounts Raquel again and starts pounding her face, just like before. After a few good shots, Kaitlyn gets up, pulling Raquel up with her by the arm, before she pulls Raquel in and drops her with a short-arm clothesline! Raquel hits the mat, but Kaitlyn hasn't let go, as she pulls Raquel back up again and hits her with another short-arm clothesline, or at least tried to, but Raquel ducks and flips into a floatover DDT instead! Kaitlyn's head gets crushed into the mat as Raquel lays beside her, getting to a knee so she can grab Kaitlyn's head and slam it into the floor again, and again, and again! Raquel dribbles Kaitlyn's head like a basketball before dragging her over to the bottom rope, laying her neck upon it so she can step on Kaitlyn and crush her throat upon it! The referee begins going for a five count, to which Raquel let's up just before five, stepping back with her arms raised in feigned innocence before rushing in and soccer kicking Kaitlyn in the gut! Kaitlyn rolls away from the shot, but Raquel stays on her, running in with another soccer kick to the midsection, sending Kaitlyn rolling again until she hits the corner! With Kaitlyn sitting against the corner, Raquel comes in and presses her foot against her neck, trying to choke her! Once again, the referee starts the five count, and Raquel backs up again, this time not even pretending like she's letting up as she rushes in with another kick that hits nothing as Kaitlyn rolls out of the way! Raquel's foot goes through the ropes as she ends up chest against the corner, to which Kaitlyn rushes in with a shoulder thrust straight into her spine! Raquel arches her back in pain, allowing Kaitlyn to reach up, grab her by the head, and slam her face first into the corner padding! She does it once, then twice, then just throws Raquel's head backwards, causing her to fall right to the mat! Even though Raquel hits the floor, she uses the momentum to roll backwards and onto her knees, but Kaitlyn sees this and runs in, booting her right in the face! With Raquel floored for the moment, Kaitlyn takes a moment to breathe before she reaches down to pick Raquel back up, but Raquel reaches up and grabs the top of her pants, pulling her backwards and causing Kaitlyn to stumble forward and fall throat-first onto the middle rope! With Kaitlyn draped on the ropes again, Raquel rolls under the bottom rope and onto the apron, getting to her feet so she can run up and throw a kick right into Kaitlyn's face! Kaitlyn bounces up to her feet, holding her face, only for Raquel to reach in, grab her by the arm, and pull her back, this time over the top rope as Raquel jumps up, wraps her legs around her, and locks her in a rope-hung triangle choke! Raquel holds on, choking the hell out of Kaitlyn as the referee begins the five count! Just before five, Raquel drops it, falling to the outside but still holding onto Kaitlyn's arm before she jumps right back up and goes for it again! As she jumps up and wraps her legs around Kaitlyn's head however, she finds herself getting pulled up further than she expected, as Kaitlyn used the jump to her advantage to pull Raquel onto her shoulders! Turning around, Kaitlyn drops Raquel with a sudden JACKKNIFE POWERBOMB before falling into a cover on top of her!

    ...

    ONE!

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    TWO!

    ...

    THREE!


    Bruce Buffer: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has called a stop to this contest! Declaring the winner by pinfall... KAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIITTLLYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYNNNNNNN!!!!

    The fans are in an uproar at how abruptly the match ended with a jackknife powerbomb outta nowhere! It was a completely brutal affair, but the match feels like it ended before it ever really got started! Kaitlyn rises to her feet, holding her throat after getting choked less than five seconds ago, but it seems even she herself isn't satisfied with that ending as she begins to tower over Raquel's body! "COME ON! GET UP! GET THE HELL UP!" screams Kaitlyn, the anger within her being nowhere close to subsided. "WE'RE NOT DONE YET! GET THE HELL UP SO I CAN BEAT YOUR ASS INTO THE GODDAMN GROUND!" Despite all of Kaitlyn's yelling, Raquel doesn't respond, as she's still completely floored by the powerbomb she just took. Seeing that their fight is apparently now over, Kaitlyn scoffs before she turns and heads through the ropes, exiting the ring. As Kaitlyn begins to head up the ramp, Raquel begins to stir, rolling over onto her stomach as she looks up towards her exiting opponent. Her face twisted with fury, Raquel watches Kaitlyn leave, mouthing all sorts of indiscernible, yet certainly unpleasant things to herself as the scene slowly fades into the next.

    - - - -

    OPENER
    Singles Match
    Pentagon DARK vs Finn Balor
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    Bruce Buffer: Ladies and Gentlemen, we are LIVE from the sold out Phillips Arena in Atlanta, Georgia for the final episode of Tuesday night Takedown! Our opening contest is scheduled for one-fall!

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    The sounds of Pentagon Dark's theme would begin to blare throughout the arena as the fans jumped to their feet and began to boo one of the founding members of the Ministry. The lights dimmed down and the smoke began to fill at the top of the ramp as Bruce Buffer officially introduced the first competitor.

    Bruce Buffer: Introducing first, representing the Ministry, he weighed in tonight at two hundred and seven pounds, FIGHTING out of Xalapa, Veracruz, Mexico... LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS PENTAGON... DDAARRKK!

    The fans booed accordingly as Pentagon made his way toward the ring. He slid under the bottom rope and jumped to his feet before signaling his trademark "Zero Fear" hand gesture toward the hard camera. After a few moments, his theme would die down into the roar of the crowd as he awaited his opponent for tonight, and Ministry "brother", Finn Balor.

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    The crowd was at a fever pitch, thousands of screaming fans going nuts for the arrival of arguably the Demon himself and the head of the Balor Club--- Finn Balor. The crowd was chanting 'Finn! Finn! Finn!' as loud as they could. Moments pass as 'Catch Your Breath' by CFO$ continued to blare throughout the arena. After what seemed like hours, a man stepped out onto the main stage to a thunderous ovation of cheers, despite his recent change of attitude. He was wearing his trademark t-shirt and wrestling attire; red was the dominant color, as it has come to be expected. Finn stood at the center of the stage, engulfed with cheers and admiration from the crowd. He cracked a smirk and turned his back to the ring, arms spread out and head tilted back, as the fans ate it all up bit by bit. Bruce Buffer would then begin his official introduction.

    Bruce Buffer: Introducing his opponent, representing the Ministry. He stands five feet, ten inches tall, and weighed in tonight at one hundred and ninety-seven pounds, FIGHTING out of Bray, County Wicklow, Ireland... LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PRESENTING THE FORMER PCW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION OF THE WOOOORLLLD... THE DEMON... FINN... BAAAALLLOORRR!

    He stood there, soaking in the cheers and admiration of the crowd before turning around and making his way down the ramp toward the ring. He stopped in the middle of the ring and bent back, extending his arms out each time his entrance theme cut to the part where the guitar cuts off and a high pitched squeal becomes relevant. Each time it was over, he walked down the ramp more until it happened again. He did this each time until he made it to the ring. He stepped up onto the apron and then to the top of the turnbuckle and extended his arms out and tilted his head back as the crowd did the same. The fans continued to chant 'Finn!' as loud as they possibly could. Finn could not help but grin from ear to ear as he hopped down into the ring. He bent down in the ring, rubbing his hands across the canvas and looking down at what has become his playing ground. He slowly stood up and listened to the crowd cheer and chant his name as he was accustomed to. He took his corner across from Pentagon Dark as both men awaited for the bell to start our opening contest for the final episode of Tuesday night Takedown!

    DING~!

    The match begins between these two members of the Ministry. Despite their association, "brothers" are far from what they are. The fans were chanting solely for Finn Balor, as chants of his name were echoing off the walls of the Phillips Arena. Both men stared intensely at each other as they locked up in the center of the ring with a collar-elbow tie up. Pentagon immediately transitioned into a headlock, but Balor pushed him off and to the ropes. As Pentagon came back, Balor jumped right over Pentagon who ducked expecting a big maneuver. As Pentagon's momentum caused him to run the ropes, he ran right into a giant overhead kick! PELE KICK! Penton staggered backward and out of the ring as Balor stood in the ring to a thunderous ovation from the crowd. With Pentagon on the outside catching his breath, Balor saw the opportunity and seized it. He ran the ropes and jumped over the top rope, crashing onto Pentagon with a beautiful dive! TOPE SUICIDA! Finn immediately got to his feet and began to play for the crowd, gaining a huge ovation of cheers. Pentagon was down and crawling toward the steel steps, but Finn wasn't done just yet. Finn went to do more damage to Pentagon, but Pentagon countered with a beautiful drop toe-hold! DROP TOE HOLD RIGHT TO THE STEEL STEPS! Finn's face smashed against the steel as Pentagon entered the ring and immediately ascended to the top rope. Staring down at Finn Balor on the outside, Pentagon leaped from the top rope! DIVING CROSSBODY TO THE OUTSIDE! Both men were down as this opening contest was already off to a hot start! The fans were chanting, "THIS IS AWESOME!" already, so you know it was a good match! Pentagon was to his feet and able to do more offense, as he grabbed Balor and whipped him onto the ring apron! Balor's lower back immediately arched in pain as Pentagon ran toward Balor attempting a forearm smash, but Balor countered and Pentagon hit nothing but the apron himself! Balor tossed Pentagon back into the ring and immediately followed suit, thus breaking the referee's count.

    Both men were in the ring and began exchanging rights and lefts, with Pentagon getting the better of the exchange. Pentagon would then whip Balor off the ropes, but Balor would counter with an Irish whip of his own. As Pentagon came back, Balor kicked him right in the chest! SMACK! Pentagon staggered back, but maintained composure and ran toward Balor, but Balor would counter duck the clothesline attempt. As both men came toward the center of the ring, Balor used his momentum to float over and slam Pentagon to the mat! SLINGBLADE! The back of Pentagon's head hit the canvas as Balor hooked the inside leg, but Pentagon kicked out at the count of two. Balor began to pick Pentagon back up and immediately chop at his chest! One chop! WOOO! Two chops! WOOO! Three! WOOO! Pentagon was in the corner out on his feet as Finn saw an opportunity. Finn ran from one corner to the other and leveled Pentagon with a beautiful dropkick! HESITATION DROPKICK! Pentagon fell to the canvas in pain, as Finn ascended to the top rope! He was going to end it right now! Finn leaped off the top and drove his feet! COUP DE GRA-- PENTAGON ROLLED OUT OF THE WAY! Finn hit nothing but canvas, and the momentum caused his knee to buckle. Finn was hobbling on one leg as Pentagon exploded out of nowhere! CHOP BLOCK! The bad knee caused Finn to fall to the canvas. Finn used the ropes to get up, but Pentagon was right behind him. Pentagon jumped with his knees up and pulled Balor right down onto his knees. LUNGBLOWER! The lower back of Finn Balor was damn-near tore to shreds from that lungblower as Pentagon dropped down and hooked the leg.

    ONE!
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    TWO!
    ..

    THR-- KICKOUT AT TWO!


    Balor was able to roll his shoulder off the canvas just in time. Pentagon knew he had to do something else entirely to keep the Demon down, so he decided to stalk him like pray and await for the perfect time to finish the deed. As Balor got to his feet, Pentagon was right behind him, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. Balor turned around and was met with a kick to the gut! Balor bellied over in pain as Pentagon stepped behind Balor and hooked the arm! HERE IT COMES! PENTAGON DRI-- IT'S COUNTERED! Finn Balor somehow slipped out from the maneuver and landed behind Pentagon Dark! He grabbed Pentagon from behind and placed his head under his arm! He lifted him up... BAM! 1916! HE HIT IT! THE INVERTED LIFTING DDT! Pentagon was down on the canvas as the fans began to scream at Balor to get to the top rope. Balor ascended to the top and looked down at a fallen Pentagon Dark as he retained his balance at the top. With a deep breath, Balor leaped off the top and drove his feet right through the chest of Pentagon!

    COUP DE GRACE!

    Balor immediately hooked the leg!

    ONE!
    ..

    TWO!
    ..

    THR-- FOOT ON THE ROPE!


    Pentagon got his foot on the rope to break the count just in time! Finn couldn't believe it, neither could the fans. As Finn argued with the referee, Pentagon rolled out of the ring for a moment to catch his breath and get his composure back. Balor saw Pentagon on the outside and ran the ropes almost immediately, sliding at the last momentum! BASEBALL SLIDE-- WAIT! PENTAGON USED THE APRON TO CATCH BALOR! Balor was stuck between the ring apron and the apron itself as Pentagon began to lay into Balor with rights and lefts. The fans booed heavily as Pentagon got back into the ring while Balor struggled to get out of the apron. He wasn't fast enough as Pentagon ran the ropes and drove his feet into the back of the head of Finn Balor! BASEBALL SLIDE! Balor was out stuck between the ring apron as Pentagon immediately floated over the top rope and got Balor back into the ring. Pentagon had all the momentum as he began to stalk Finn Balor. Finally on his feet, Balor turned around and saw Pentagon coming, so Finn went for a clothesline! It's countered! FLOAT OVER! HOOK TO THE ARM! OH MY GOD!

    PENTAGON DRIVER!

    Right into a pinning combination! It's over!

    ONE!
    ..

    TWO!
    ..

    THRE-- BY GOD, FINN BALOR KICKED OUT AT TWO!


    The fans couldn't believe it! Pentagon Dark couldn't believe it! By God, I can't believe it! The fans were on their feet applauding as Pentagon pleaded on his knees that it was a three count. The referee assured him that Finn got his shoulder off the canvas just in time, but Pentagon couldn't believe it. He got to his feet and saw Balor doing the same, using the ropes to do so. Pentagon knew he had to put it away right now as he would grab Balor from behind and go for it again! Hook to the arm! THE LIFT UP! PENTAGON DRI-- COUNTERED! Somehow, Balor countered and pushed Pentagon into the corner. Pentagon hit the corner hard and turned around, but before he could react it was too late. Balor was running as fast as he could from one corner to the other! HESITATION DROPKICK! Pentagon fell out of the corner to the canvas. Wasting no time, Balor ascended to the top rope. HERE IT COMES!

    COUP DE GRACE!

    HE HIT IT! ONE FINAL NAIL IN THE COFFIN! THE HOOK TO THE LEG!

    ONE!
    ..

    TWO!
    ..

    THREE!

    BY GOD, FINN BALOR HAS BEAT PENTAGON DARK!


    Bruce Buffer: Ladies and Gentlemen, referee Dave Hebner has called a stop to this contest, declaring the winner byyyy PINFALL! FINN... BAAALLLORRR!


    For a moment, there was no movement from either Balor or Pentagon. The crowd burst into life at the result, themselves drained by the incredible contest they've witnessed here tonight. Eventually, Balor released his hold on Pentagon's leg and slumped off the pin, but there was little movement still from Penta; just the rising and falling of his chest as he took a series of heavy, exasperated breathes.

    Finally, Balor climbed to his feet and looked down upon his fallen rival. Pentagon Dark had challenged his credentials as an acolyte of the Ministry, but now, it was he who would be leaving the Undertaker's unholy alliance. Slowly, Pentagon began to come round; raising to his knees, he cast his eyes disdainfully upon Balor. There seemed a hint of respect after the war these two men just waged, but not enough to create a reconciliation. Besides which, the rules were agreed on. Losers leaves the Ministry. Maybe, though, just maybe, Pentagon Dark had proven his wor--

    BONG!!

    Uh-oh. The lights were cut. Darkness fell.



    BONG!!

    The lights came back up, and hell was upon us. The Undertaker, Lady Michelle and Rosemary all now stood beside Finn Balor. All that was missing was our World Champion - surely spared the event to prepare for his championship clash with Kenny Omega. Pentagon was still perched on his knees, unmoved by the momentary reunion. But Balor, now flanked by his teammates, seemed strengthened by their presence.

    The Undertaker cast his eyes down upon Pentagon Dark. He was as inscrutable as ever, but one could only wonder what emotions he was experiencing. Here was Pentagon Dark, the man Undertaker first selected for his Ministry back at Unbroken, now beaten by his newest acolyte. Was it disappointment? Anger? Or just indifference?

    Pentagon began to speak - it was too distant to be heard, but he was certainly speaking. Perhaps it was one last attempt to keep his position; perhaps it was obscenities as he went down swinging. Whatever it was, it was unclear whether it was working. Until...

    UNDERTAKER SLIDES HIS THUMB ACROSS HIS THROAT!!


    The crowd brewed at the sight, as the Undertaker condemned his chosen one to defeat. Pentagon shook his head in disbelief, reaching out to his master - BUT ROSEMARY KICKS HIS ARM AWAY! "The Demon Assassin" stepped forward, grabbing the exhausted Pentagon by the jaw, staring straight into his eyes. "DECAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!" Sweeping him to his feet, Rosemary lifted him up onto her shoulders!

    RED WEDDING!! RED WEDDING TO PENTAGON DARK!!

    The impact saw Penta's body bounce clean off the canvas, as Rosemary, vengeance coursing through her veins, looked down upon her fallen prey. He had cost her the Women's Championship at Zero Hour. And now, she had drilled the final nail into her coffin. Or at least, it seemed she had. The Undertaker had stepped forward from the pack, and Rosemary, spotting his movement, began to lift Pentagon to his feet once more. The luchador looked shattered by the might of the Ministry, but his night had not ended yet.

    THE UNDERTAKER SWEPT HIM UP!

    TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!!

    It was game, it was set, it was match! With one final Tombstone, the Undertaker rose to his feet and looked down upon his disgraced ex-Ministry member. The team stood united above him, looking down with anger and disdain, knowing here lay a man of great potential who failed to realise it. A bungled operation with Kenny Omega, the ruination of Rosemary's Women's Championship match, the insolence at Finn Balor's selection. Here he lay at the feet of his peers, ex-communicated, released from the Ministry, and cast out from PCW itself. But for Finn Balor... he had arrived. He had proven his worth against Pentagon Dark and shown himself a true asset to the Ministry. But the Ministry's night had only just begun. There was still the small matter of Rosemary versus Peyton Royce, and Mankind versus Kenny Omega. It was a dominating start, but could they continue this start and make the final Takedown a night to remember? We would soon find out.

    - - - -

    DIRTY, SEXY, SLINKY THING...



    As the sound of David Rolfe's "Something For You" begins to play over the speakers within the Phillips Arena, the Atlanta crowd immediately begin to boo and jeer, their disdain focused on one man. That man, you ask? Why, it's none other than The One, Adam Cole! Emerging from beyond the black curtain, Adam steps onto the stage dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a black dress shirt, his long hair left down to fall well past his shoulders. A smirk upon his lightly bearded face, Adam stops in the center of the stage, where he looks around at the booing crowd for a moment before throwing his arms up, index and middle fingers extended toward the sky as he yells out, “ADAM COLE, BAYBAY!” And despite the crowd's obvious disdain for The One, there are a handful who simply can't help themselves in echoing his infamous catchphrase, which only serves to widen the smirk upon his face. Lowering his arms, Adam begins his descent down the ramp and toward the ring. As he approaches ringside, he makes for the nearby steel steps, which he scales up and onto the apron before quickly slipping between the top and middle ropes, into the ring. Moving to the side of the ring overlooking the announce tables, Cole beckons for a microphone and, upon receiving one, takes to the center of the ring. Waiting both for his music to fade out, and then for the crowd to die down, Adam takes the first chance he gets to start talking.

    THE ONE
    ADAM COLE
    Ever since Zero Hour, the entire PCW universe has been buzzing. They've been talking, they've been spamming the message boards, and they've kept one thing trending almost the entire week. And what, you ask, is that one thing?” Cole begins, smirking slightly as he swipes his tongue across his lips and continues. “Well, let me start by telling you what it isn't. Because it's not Braun Strowman and Luke Harper, or AJ Lee and Paige Knight. And it's certainly not Cody Rhodes and Finn Balor - or, you know, that other guy who was... What was his name again?” Cole questions, brow furrowed as he ponders for a moment before ultimately shrugging his shoulders and continuing. “Well, whatever it was, you can bet your ass HE hasn't been trending. Hell, even the main event, with all 10,000 tacks, didn't generate as much interest or garner as much attention as yours truly - ADAM COLE, BAYBAY!


    Cole exclaims, thrusting his free hand toward the sky with his pointer and middle fingers extended toward the sky. In response, the crowd jeers, both in general disdain for The One and because he's leaving a rather large detail out. Quickly, chants of "AJ STYLES!" break out among the fans, bringing a grin to Cole's lightly bearded face as he lowers his arm and continues.

    THE ONE
    ADAM COLE
    Yes, yes, and AJ Styles. I was getting there, don't worry.” Cole says, albeit not very convincingly. “But as I was saying - ever since I came out to this ring to interrupt the Phenomenal debut AJ was having, you've all been on the edge of your seats. E-mails, tweets - Hell, I've even gotten a couple of phone calls, and they're all asking the same question. Why, Adam? WHY did you come out here, interrupt AJ Styles' debut, and not even bother to shake his hand? Well you can all stop asking, you can stop blowing up my e-mail and my Twitter, and you can stop leaving me stupid voicemails I'm never going to listen to - because this is the moment you've been waiting for. This is the part where Adam Cole tells all, and lets everyone in on a little secret. One that I actually picked up from, dare I say, a LEGEND in this business...” Adam begins, taking just a moment to wet his lips, leaving everyone in suspense just a little while longer before speaking back up. “And that secret, ladies and gentlemen, is that controversy creates cash.” Some of the crowd boo, knowing exactly who that quote can be contributed to - none other than former PCW authority, Eric Bischoff. Shrugging his shoulders, Adam carries on. “Sure, boo all you like, but at the end of the day? It's true. Last Sunday at Zero Hour, I created controversy when I came out here and blatantly disrespected AJ Styles... And ever since, that's all anyone's been able to talk about. Not the fact that we have a new Rising Champion, not that this is Takedown's farewell show, and not even the fact that later on tonight, we're going to witness a PCW Championship defense. NONE of that has been talked about as much as AJ Styles and Adam Cole. Which, by the way, AJ... You're welcome.” Again the fans jeer, but The One remains unaffected. Wetting his lips, he continues. “You're welcome because, if I hadn't come out here on Sunday? You'd have said your piece, the fans would've eaten it all up, and at the end of the night... Well, that would've been that. But now? Thanks to me? You and I - we're the talk of the town! Everyone's been buzzing, they've been talking, they ALL want to know what happens next. And that... that is part two of why I'm out here.


    Cole states, taking a moment to catch his breath and gather his thoughts. Running his free hand through his hair, he soon continues.

    THE ONE
    ADAM COLE
    Because for the past week, these people have been wondering. They've been speculating, trying to figure out if this whole thing ends with you and I right here, in the middle of this ring. Hell, a lot of them want it to. And you guys know me, right? I'm a big fan of giving the people what they want!” Adam exclaims, though it's a statement that goes against every single thing he's ever done... Ever. What the Hell is he getting at here? “And, as it turns out, you and I? We both share some common goals, AJ. We both came here with the intention of proving we're the best. But the thing about that is, there's limited room up at the top - we won't both fit... Which is why I'm here to lay down a challenge. Let's give these people what they want, let's prove which one of us is really the best, and let's do it all the old fashioned way. Right here, in the middle of this ring!” Adam exclaims, yet still the crowd remains wary of his actual intent here tonight. Turning his gaze up the ramp and toward the backstage area, Cole continues. “So what do you say, AJ? If you're down, let's make it official - come on down here and shake my hand!


    Cole exclaims, thrusting his free hand forward as he does. The fans boo and jeer, clearly of the mind that this is just a big trap that The One is laying for AJ Styles. The fans waited patiently for AJ Styles to answer the challenge of Adam Cole, and they wouldn't have to wait long.



    The sounds of a church organ would begin, with the sounds of voices that appeared to be coming from a church coir accompanying it quickly. Many fans immediately recognized that tune, as they jumped to their feet in shock and all. Soon enough, the song would transition as the words "I am Phenomenal" appeared on the screen, which could only mean one man. Suddenly, a burst of pyrotechnics shoot into the air, soon followed by the lyrics, "No, they don't want none," which caused the fans to explode into cheers. The lights dimmed down and a flash of blue and milky white lights began to flicker across the arena. Suddenly, the entrance way began to fill with smoke as an individual appeared at the top of the ramp. Wearing a black shirt and a coat over the top with the hood up, the man stood at the top of the ramp with his arms out-stretched and his head lowered. He would take his hood off to reveal his face-- it was AJ Styles! The fans cheered even louder as the Phenomenal One was on his way to the ring. After a few moments of standing at the top of the entrance way embracing the crowd, he would smirk and begin to walk down the ramp. The fans were chanting, "AJ STYLES," as loud as they could, which caused the grin upon his face to grow even larger. As AJ made his way toward the ring, the crowd continued to show their support for the Phenomenal One. He circled around the ring for a moment, stepping onto the steel steps and entering the ring through the middle ropes. There, he would stare right into the eyes of Adam Cole as he would smirk. As his theme died down into the immense roar of the crowd, AJ Styles raised the microphone to his lips and began to speak.

    P H E N O M E N A L
    AJ STYLES
    Lemme' get this straight. I should be thanking you?” He would scoff in a mocking manner, as the ever arrogant Adam Cole would nod his head. “Man, you're pretty funny. But hey, I get it-- no, I really do. Y'see, when I signed that contract a few weeks ago, I was hopin' you'd be the first person to, well-- officially welcome AJ Styles to PCW, and I'm glad you have. You're really talented, Cole. You remind me a lot of myself when I was younger. Brash, arrogant, with the entire WORLD at your fingertips. But a lot has changed since the last time you and I were in the same ring together. If my memory serves me correctly, it's been over two years, and during that time, I've only gotten better, and I assume you've done the same. ” The fans would applaud both men for their technical abilities and their ability all around. “But now? This is a whole different animal. This is Primetime Championship Wrestling!” AJ listened to the fans pop as a chant of "P-C-Dub!" would begin to be heard. “Look at the first word in the name, Adam-- primetime. This is where the big boys come to play, right? Well, you went from bein' a big fish in a small pond to swimmin' with sharks, and Adam? You're lookin' at the biggest shark in the waters.” The fans would start an "AJ STYLES!" chant, which AJ appreciated. He would run his hand through his long, thick brown hair before gazing back at Adam Cole. “And this shark? Well, he never turns down a challenge. What you did last Sunday night was just for show, and I get it. But this is between us. Two men lookin' to prove who is the best wrestler on God's Green Earth! So yeah, let's make this official. I'll shake your hand and we'll see who the better man really is.” The fans were growing more eager to seeing the handshake between two tremendous wrestlers. AJ listened to the crowd chant his name as he walked a bit closer to Cole, almost whispering in his ear, but with the microphone so the entire crowd could hear him. “But here's a little spoiler-- I'm the better man.

    Smirking to himself, Adam would nod his head, taking just a small step back - personal space, and all. Swiping his tongue across his lips, The One lifts his microphone back to his lips, offering a brief retort.

    THE ONE
    ADAM COLE
    Maybe you are, AJ. There's only one way to find out.


    With that, Adam lowered the microphone, and instead offered his hand to the Phenomenal One, looking to seal the deal here. After a few moments to build anticipation, AJ Styles grasped the hand of Adam Cole as the fans jumped to their feet and began to scream at the top of their lungs. Chants of, "THIS IS AWESOME!" began to build to a crescendo as both AJ Styles and Adam Cole stared deeply at each other, not wanting to flinch or show any signs of weakness. The cameras lingered for a moment until the show cut to a commercial break, leaving the lasting image of two tremendous wrestlers staring endless at each other.

    - - - -

    MIDCARD
    PCW Tag Team Championship
    Tornado Tag Team Match
    The Authors of Pain w/ Ric Flair vs. Luke Harper and Braun Strowman
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    Bruce Buffer: "Ladies and gentlemen, the follow contest is a Tornado Tag Team Match! It's scheduled for one fall -- AND .. it is for the PCW Tag Team Championships! Introducing first..."




    Bruce Buffer: "The challengers! At a combined weight of six hundred and twenty pounds! Accompanied by Ric Flair .. representing the Throne .. AKAAAM & REZAR -- THE AUTHORS OF PAIN!"

    And whilst being announced, Akam had made his way from the backstage locker room! Accompanying him was none other than his other half, Rezar! And as always, they were fitted with the manager known only as the Nature Boy! Ric Flair! There was a loud "WOO!" emitting from Flair's mouth as he stood in between his two knights. There was a nod of his head, going to show just how much confidence he had in his boys. There was no standing around, no grandstanding, The Authors were all about pain. He and Rezar began their descent down the steel ramp, quickly making their way to the ring. Once there, they'd give one another a look before making their way up the steps and into the ring. Ric Flair followed behind them, making sure they were getting all the exposure they needed! Boos poured in, but Flair continued to be himself! Even if himself meant being the dirtiest player in the game! Their rendezvous in the ring didn't last too long, as the Authors music was shut off and replaced.



    Bruce Buffer: And their opponents, from Parts Unknown, weighing in tonight at a combined weight of six hundred and sixty pounds... ! They are the PCW World Tag Team Champions .. LUKE .. HARPERRR & BRAAAUN STROWMANNN!

    The sound of "Swamp Gas" by CF0$ takes over the arena and the titantron lights up with the eyes of Luke Harper. Before long we see Harper himself emerge from the curtains, dressed in his usual ring gear. He steps out onto the stage, looking to the crowd with his usual creepy stare. For a moment the crowd is confused! They announced both champs, yet it's only Luke Harper out there! After a moment, Braun Strowman comes storming out from the backstage curtains with a purpose! The fans are ready for this match! But still, they boo Braun Strowman! As he was still responsible for attacking Christina Von Eerie, despite her victory over the man! The Authors call for them to come into the ring, waiting for the match to begin. The two brothers turn to face one another, then soon make their way toward the ring! Both men climb the ring apron, quickly stepping over and into the ropes. Their titles dropped on the outside, they're ready for everything to get underway! The referee signals the bell!

    DING~! DING~! DING~!

    The bell had rung! Which meant the match was at it's beginning! Flair quickly left the ring, not wanting to be caught in the crosshairs. Both teams of monsters begin to eye one another. Talking trash, as per usual. However, the staredown is instantly broken! Thanks to the likes of AKAM! With a quick slap to the face of Luke Harper! Harpers head turns away, not quite shocked at this display. And soon, the group begins to engage in an all-out brawl! Both men begin wildly swinging at one another! Attempting to showcase which of them had what it took to go on! At first, it appears as if the Authors have the upper hand! As they push the champions into their respective corners. However, after a few punches here and there. Almost at the same time, both Braun and Harper force their opponents off of them and into the middle of the ring! With this showcase of strength, it's clear who has the higher advantage when it comes to power. But the Authors are faster, showing so as they quickly scramble to their feet. The two challengers begin to link up, discussing a game plan to take down the monsters. They know it won't be easy, yet they continue anyway. This one is for the gold! It's for the prestige of the championship! For too long they had to sit and watch as Luke Harper and Braun Strowman did nothing with it! In fact, they only believed people were interested in the titles now because of them. Yet Braun and Harper are dead set on keeping on to the titles. Flair begins to yell on the outside, begging for his guys to go in for the kill. Pleading with them for an attack. The two of them listen, quickly going in for a tackle that would shove the champions into the corner. Though while doing so, Braun latches on to Akam! He allowed himself to be pushed into the corner! After being pushed, a clubbing commences! Braun begins to go to town on Akam's back! Showcasing how much he was willing to utilize in this match! Rezar notices this, albeit too late, as Harper turns him around when he tries to assist Akam! A quick punch to the face of Rezar and now he's dazed! The fight doesn't stop there! Luke Harper continues with a few more! And then, still so mind-numbingly calm, Harper bounces off the ring ropes and comes back with a BIG BOOT TO REZAR! Rezar's face is completely taken off with that boot! But he doesn't drop all the way down! Rezar drops down to his knee, still filled with the intent to succeed. Harper steps forward, attempting to throw another fist to finish him off! However, Rezar has different plans in mind! He catches the fist! He's still in this! The fist is held in his palm, with the fans going wild! Flair is on the outside going crazy! WOO! The crowd joins in with Flair, who was astounded with his Author! Rezar slowly began to push himself up to a stand, forcing Harper back with his very own might! Harper's eyes began to widen, actually surprised with this action! Rezar would then pull Harper in, HITTING HIM WITH A CLOTHESLINE! Harper was on the ground, still surprised, yet his face shifted to a smile! Rezar was confused at the moment, but it wouldn't last long! He'd soon find himself leveled by BRAUN STROWMAN! Rezar had forgotten about the other half of the Tag Team Champions! Finding himself in for a nasty surprise! Akam was back up! Rushing toward Braun and attacking him with a clubbing motion from behind! Braun stumbled forward, albeit barely. He looked more annoyed than anything, soon turning around to cup his hand around the throat of Akam! There were boos popping up in the crowd. Braun didn't even acknowledge them, instead deciding to yell at Akam. "YOU MEAN NOTHING TO ME!" Akam would then find himself being lifted up by Braun Strowman, only to be planted with a massive CHOKESLAM! Akam was laid out on the canvas! Braun would drop down, attempting a pin on his opponent!

    1 ..!

    .. 2 ..!!


    No! There was a kick out! Akam was still in the match! Braun was becoming more annoyed, opting to pick Akam's body up off the ground. He'd throw him over his shoulder, placing him in prime position for the running power slam. However, Rezar had different things on the mind! He was slowly pushing himself up to a stand! But it didn't seem like it would be enough! Not in time! Braun was prepping for his finisher, when all of a sudden there was a tug! Flair was holding on to Braun's leg! He wouldn't let him move! At this point, Harper had rolled out of the ring. Deciding it would be in his best interest to go after the man interfering in his match. It was the same man who had interfered in all of their matches. The one who caused so many Author victories! Harper went for Flair, causing Flair to panic and let go of Braun! The elder was grappled by the throat! Meanwhile, on the inside, REZAR WAS RUSHING FORWARD WITH A RETALIATION BIG BOOT! Braun stumbled a bit, yet kept Akam in his grasp! Though, Akam was able to wiggle out enough to drop away from Braun Strowman! Akam rolled out of the ring, deciding to go after Harper who was messing with Flair! There was a clubbing to the back of Harper, causing him to cease his attempts at injuring Flair. Akam would throw yet another club, this time provided with a yell following it! He began to shout something in his native tongue, choosing to ignore the crowd being on his side. He helped gain boos, something he really didn't care for. Akam would then take Luke Harper, running his body into the barricade! All the while, Braun was watching this go down! He was upset that Akam had slipped from his grasp. So much that he was blind to the other opponent in the ring! Braun had this thing about him, where he didn't feel threatened by anyone. Therefore he dropped his guards at many times. This happened to be one of them. Which would work well in Rezar's favor. Rezar performed another rush, one that pushed his opponent into the turnbuckle! Braun bounced, annoyed at the fact and soon turning around to face his Rezar. He charged forth, BUT REZAR WOULD BE READY THIS TIME! HE PICKED STROWMAN UP, LIFTING HIM AND TURNING TO PLANT HIM WITH A SPINEBUSTER! The fans were chanting loud and clear! They were definitely on the Authors side! The fans broke out into chants! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! It was a fanfare, where the Authors seemed to be winning it all. Instead of going for the pin, Rezar decided to slip out of the ring. He noticed the brawl between Harper and Akam, deciding to assist his partner! He'd attack as well, another club at the back of Harper! Flair returned to the closeness of the fight, yelling out orders to the Authors! Nothing they wouldn't do anyway, simply a beat down on Harper! The two men would both grab an arm, utilizing their combined strength to swing Harper into the steel post! A loud thud was heard! With Harper stumbling back, soon dropping down to the ground! Both Authors were admiring their work. However Flair had wished for them to enter the ring! He pleaded, yelled, even damn near ripped off his tie! The Authors had finally paid attention, slipping into the ring to deal with Braun who was rising to his feet. The two would begin their assault on Braun now! Utilizing the numbers game they were known for! After a few blows to the face and body, the Authors would lift Braun up to a stand. And together, they'd lift him up into the air. Only to send him crashing down with a TWO-MAN POWERBOMB! Braun was planted in the middle of the ring, with Akam dropping down to cover him!

    .. 1!

    .. 2!!

    ..

    WHERE DID LUKE HARPER COME FROM?! HE'S ALIVE! HARPER BREAKS THE PIN OUT OF NOWHERE!


    Already in the ring like magic, Harper manages to break the pin! The crowd can't believe it! Flair can't believe it! He's practically pulling the rest of his hair out! The Authors haven't won! The champions are still in this! Due to being in shock, both Authors are frozen in terms of attacking first. Harper quickly aids their dilemma, throwing a HUGE DISCUS CLOTHESLINE TO REZAR! However, due to being near the ropes, Harper effectively takes Rezar over the ring ropes and straight out the ring! Harper goes after him, slowly beginning to bleed in the head from the ring post assault. But Luke seems primed to dish out some revenge! Lifting Rezar up, Harper utilizes his full strength, swinging Rezar right into the steel post! HE'S PAID HIM BACK! REZAR HEAD BOUNCES OFF THE POST! A few stumbles, then Rezar falls to the ground! At this moment, Flair goes to check on his asset! Hoping to believe in the best. Believe that he's okay to go on! Meanwhile, in the ring, Akam and Braun are both back on their feet! Braun seems to have a head full of steam, ready as he charges at the Author, Akam! Akam dodges, sidestepping out of the way, allowing for Braun to run toward the turnbuckle. Braun stops himself, yet Akam is there for when he turns around. Akam begins going off with a bunch of punches, attempting to turn the fight in his favor. It doesn't last long, as Braun practically picks up his opponent and throws him dead across the ring! Akam pops up, on his knees, attempting to calculate a proper gameplan. Braun approaches, yet Akam doesn't let that sway him from the fight! Instead, he lashes out sporadically, with a HUGE HEADBUTT CRASHING INTO THE HEAD OF BRAUN! He's turned the tide! Choosing a rather risky move in order to halt the monster among men! Akam goes for another! AND ANOTHER! ONE MORE HEADBUTT, HE CONNECTS FOR THE FOURTH TIME! Akam stumbles back, then forward. Braun is in a complete daze! Akam utilizes this moment to showcase how strong he is. He soon goes to lift Braun up on his shoulders! IMPOSSIBLE! He has him up there! Can he do it? OH GOD, YES! AKAM NAILS THE TO BE CONTINUED! Akam covers his opponent! He's going for it!

    .. 1!

    .. 2!!

    ..

    AKAM HAD PINNED TOO CLOSE TO THE ROPES! HARPER PULLS AKAM AWAY FROM BRAUN'S BODY! BREAKING THE PIN!


    At this point, Ric Flair was completely fed up! He had enough of the games! He began to take off his suit, throwing it off to the side. Ric Flair quickly made his way to Luke Harper, dropping down to his knees and nailing him with a low BLOW! Harper had dropped to his knees, succumbing to one of man's greatest weaknesses. Akam was up by this time, pointing down at Harper with a smile on his face. He was definitely happy with the just desserts, yet was unaware he was soon to receive his own. Behind him, a monster had awoken. The finisher from earlier seemingly having done not too much to him. Akam turned around, quickly being nailed in the face with a big boot! Stumbling for a moment, Akam would soon find himself up into the arms of Braun Strowman! He was charged across the ring .. YES .. IT WAS TIME .. RUNNING POWER SLAM! BRAUN HAD NAILED THE FINISHER MOVE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING! Braun dropped down going for the pin!

    1 .. !

    2 .. !!

    .. WAIT, AKAM'S SHOULDER WASN'T ON THE MAT! BRAUN HOOKED HIS LEG TOO HARD! THE REFEREE DIDN'T SEE IT, CONTINUING TO COUNT!

    3 .. !!!


    DING~! DING~! DING~!

    Bruce Buffer: "Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this contest by pinfall... AND STILL .. YOUR PCW TAG TEAN CHAMPIONS -- LUKE HARPER AND BRAUUNN STROWMAN!"

    - - - -

    UPPER MIDCARD
    Singles Match
    Rosemary vs Peyton Royce
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    UPPER MIDCARD
    Singles Match
    Rosemary vs Peyton Royce



    BAYBAY,., OH MY OH MY!

    As the broadcast came back from commercial, the cameras panned all over to the excited crowd that were all over the arena. The fans ranged from young and old to calm and fanatic, it was certainly a range of different people. Various forms of lighting flickered all across the board; indicating the fans that the show was indeed back on the air. The giant screen displayed the front of the entrance area, putting the exact focus there. Suddenly the public address system played “Sultry (XO)” by CFO$, launching the crowd into boo's as they instantly recognized that it was Peyton Royce. Out of the back came out Peyton Royce wearing a green and purple two piece ensemble, while peculiarly holding a flower petal on her right palm. Right next to her was Billie Kay with her signature Iconic Duo crop-top with some denim jeans and thigh high boots. The mischievous knockouts started into each other's eyes, eventually striking their signature poses at the top of the ramp.

    Justin Roberts: The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Billie Kay, from Sydney, Australia, PEYTONNNN ROOOYYYCCCEEEE!

    Both knockouts began to sensually walk down the ramp, holding each other's hands at this point. The cameraman panned the broadcast’s attention all over their bodies, from head to toe; showcasing their long legs. Suddenly Billie twirled Peyton in a circle, as they both parted ways at the bottom of the ramp. The camera switched it's focus to Peyton as she climbed the apron, with her view being towards the corner. As the beat of the song continued to blast through the arena Peyton leaned her against the middle rope while raising and twirling her flower. At the same time Billie entered the center of the ring, clapping for her best friends. Within a few seconds later Peyton and Billie gracefully entered the squared circle and made their way to the middle. The last few seconds of the song played with the camera shifting back to Peyton and Billie holding hands once again. Finally both women struck their signature poses, with Billie placing her palm at the bottom of her elbow and Peyton leaning beside her best friend while raising her plumeria flower into the air



    A shriek would ring out through the arena making many members of the audience flinch and jump at the noise. All attention would shift to the source of the noise, the titantron. The word, “DECAY,” was sprawled across the titantron, which would then shift to the name, “ROSEMARY.” Slowly the Hive Mother would stalk her way onto the stage. Her legs would slowly shift back and forth to the center of the stage. Rosemary would stand her legs spread apart, and her head slightly leaning to the left. Her mismatched colored eyes would stare coldly into the camera, striking fear into many who looked at her.

    Justin Roberts: Introducing her opponent from the shadows, she is the Demon Assassin, ladies and gentlemen this is ROSEEEEEMARYYYYYY!

    With that introduction, Rosemary would duck down, throwing her arms back as she quickly sprang up, opening her mouth, baring her teeth and tongue towards her opponent and the fans. A cut to inside the ring would show the Iconic Duo a little fearful of Rosemary. Both women embraced each other in a hug as Rosemary stared them down. As she walked down the ramp, her stare would go around the arena, scaring adults and children alike. Her head would twist back and forth and her fingers would curl around her hair. Rosemary would then slide underneath the bottom rope and begin to crawl towards the Iconic Duo. Both women would squeal as Billie Kay stood in front of her best friend. Her leg was stuck out to keep this monster away from her Iconic partner. The referee would quickly jump in between the groups as Rosemary crawled towards the center of the ring. She would bow in the center of the ring, and then make her way towards the ropes, bending her body through the middle rope. After a few seconds she would turn towards her corner as this contest was almost set to begin.



    Well... what on Earth was this? Rosemary and Peyton's faces became a picture of confusion as "Les Toréadors" hits the PA system. The referee looks inquisitively to the ramp as well, as onto the stage steps the PCW Commissioner, Jack Gallagher - but... with the PCW Women's Championship in his hand? Cradled on the crook of his elbow, the title shines with the glare of the spotlight. But was it doing in Jack's possession?

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    "Ladies... ladies, I don't mean to interrupt, but I'm afraid I must. Because I come before you tonight... with some very solemn news. (Uh-oh. The crowd begin to brew as Rosemary and Peyton wait patiently for this "solemn news" to break.) I have just been informed by Miss Raquel Diaz, that due to unforeseen circumstances... she will be relinquishing, the PCW Women's Championship... (The crowd stir in shock and some portions even boo at the news; Rosemary seems the happiest in the room, though, running a hand through her hair and cackling with delight. Was this her doing?!) Effective, immediately. PCW is now without a Women's Champion. And with Fallout just a few short weeks away, we now need to consider who will represent this championship, in the unification bout against the PCW Knockout's Champion, Miss Becky Lynch. That is why, as the Commissioner of PCW, I hace decided to take immediate action. We WILL have ourselves a PCW Women's Champion. And we will have one... tonight. Because as of this moment, I hereby announce, that this contest, is now... for the vacant, PCW, Women's, Championship."

    OH MY!! The crowd are in rapture at the announcement! The referee swiftly darts from the ring and to collect the championship that would now hang in the balance between Peyton Royce and Rosemary - "The Demon Assassin" turned her attention back to the "Venus Fly Trap" with a devilish glint in her eye, and Peyton in return stiffened her stance and puffed out her chest.

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    "Miss Rosemary... Miss Royce... may the best, woman, win."

    Relinquishing the belt to his match official, Jack slowly stepped backwards and left the stage, the entire stadium in shock. Who knows what "unforeseen circumstance" had befallen Raquel Diaz, or why it meant her vacancy of the PCW Women's Championship, but this is where we were. Becky Lynch needed an opponent at Fallout. The PCW universe needed a Women's Champion. The answer would come in the form of "The Demon Assassin", Rosemary, or "The Venus Fly Trap", Peyton Royce. Who would it be? Well, we're about to find out.

    The referee would walk towards the corner of the ring and would be handed the newly vacant PCW Women’s Championship. He would return to the center of the ring, where he would lift the Women’s Championship high for all to see. The stakes of this seemingly routine singles match had gotten significantly higher. After this night was through one of these two women would be the NEW PCW Women’s Champion, and thus go on to face Becky Lynch to unify the title in a few short weeks. The referee would step to each corner, showing each woman the championship. You could see the desire in both their eyes. Rosemary had just come up short a week ago, she surely wanted to avenge her loss. While Peyton was looking to become a triple crown champion, the sole holder of the Empire, Knockout’s, and Women’s Championships respectively. With those formalities complete the referee would return the championship to the timekeeper. He would check with both women before ringing the bell to signal the start to this championship contest!

    DING! DING! DING!

    You could feel the buzz from the crowd, as their interest in this match, greatly rose with Jack’s announcement moments ago. Both women sprung from their corners with an extra pep in their step. There was no denying this announcement had brought forth a greater vested interest from the women involved and the crowd. No doubt Peyton and Rosemary would have went at each other to win, but now they had an added incentive. Both women would quickly circle one another. The fear on Peyton’s faced had been momentarily erased as both women locked up with one another. Rosemary quickly took the advantage, pushing Peyton Royce into the corner. The referee would quickly jump in between the two women, wanting to keep this match clean. He would back away Rosemary, but not before Peyton Royce would give Rosemary a hard shove to try to show her dominance, and how ready she was. This would only enrage Rosemary as she came charging towards Peyton. Peyton would realize her mistake, looking wide eyed as she moved her body through the second rope as Rosemary latched on to her. The referee quickly separated the two as Billie Kay yelled at the referee from the outside to keep Rosemary away from Peyton. Peyton would slowly remove herself from between the middle ropes, looking a little startled again. Again the women would lock up, this time Rosemary would push Peyton into the ropes. The Venus Flytrap would come bouncing back, ducking underneath an attempted clothesline by Rosemary. She would stop in her tracks and kick Rosemary in the gut, causing her to lean over. With that Peyton would bounce off the ropes coming back towards Rosemary, looking for a knee lift. Rosemary would narrowly evade, she would grasp Peyton, taking her down with a Russian Legsweep. Both women would hit the ground as Rosemary would follow it up with forearms to the face of Peyton. Peyton would quickly cover her face, trying to soften the blows. Rosemary would hit against Peyton’s arms for a few seconds, before rising to her feet. She would quickly stalk to behind Peyton as she sat up. Peyton didn’t have any idea that Rosemary stood behind her. Peyton would slowly rise to her feet, looking a bit confused. She looked from side to side, and then behind her. She’d jump as Rosemary stared towards her. Peyton would attempt to scurry out of the ring, but found herself caught by the arm by Rosemary. Rosemary would yank Peyton back towards her, throwing her arm and leg over shoulder, taking Peyton over with an Exploder Suplex.

    ...

    ONE



    TWO



    NO!


    No! Peyton’s championship aspirations wouldn’t be thwarted so easily as she got the shoulder up at two! This wouldn’t bother Rosemary, she seemed to find delight in inflicting further pain to Peyton Royce. She would crawl back over to Peyton, locking her in a headlock. Rosemary would wrench the hold. Peyton would begin to show some fight, climbing to her feet. She would hit Rosemary with a few elbows to the gut, then running off the nearest ropes. Flawlessly Peyton would deliver a Spinning Heel Kick to the face of Rosemary, sending her crashing to the mat. Peyton would quickly follow Rosemary as she rose back to her feet. Peyton would then hit Rosemary with a Kneeling Jawbreaker. Again Rosemary would fall to the mat as Peyton quickly following, locking Rosemary in the headscissor. Both Billie and Peyton can be heard yelling towards Rosemary since Peyton now had the advantage in this match. They are making their voices heard, declaring Rosemary was nothing and Peyton would be champion. However, this trash talk from the Iconic Duo, left an opening for Rosemary. Rosemary would push Peyton’s legs off of her, standing up, and delivering a stiff kick to the chest of Peyton Royce. Peyton would crawl to the corner, holding her chest after the impact of that kick. Rosemary would retreat just a few steps away, licking her lips. She would then rush towards the corner, jumping right in the face of Peyton Royce with a Bronco Buster! Billie Kay and Peyton can be heard yelling as Rosemary disorientated Peyton. The referee forces Rosemary to break away at four. Peyton would roll away from the corner as Rosemary stood near the ropes. All of sudden, Billie Kay would grab ahold of the leg of Rosemary as she hit the ropes, stopping her dead in her tracks. Rosemary’s head would instantly jerk behind her towards Billie Kay. She would hiss towards her. Like Peyton, Billie’s eyes go wide and she instantly runs from this corner of the ring away from the glare of Rosemary. Rosemary leans against the middle rope, and then slithers across the ring, following her, striking further fear into Kay who backs into the barricade. Suddenly Rosemary would be taken down from behind with an Axe Kick!

    ...

    ONE



    TWO



    NO!


    Rosemary kicked out at two, as she would not be thwarted a second time in less than two weeks! The camera cuts outside the ring as Billie Kay directs her best friend, urging her to keep going and finish this monster. Peyton would nod as she rose to her feet. She would run her hand through her hair as she took a few steps back from Rosemary. Peyton would then return to Rosemary, looking to inflict more damage to keep this demon down. However as she did, she was struck with a forearm to the stomach. Peyton would return it with a club to the back, trying to keep Rosemary down. She would as Rosemary would remain hunched over. Peyton would look back, and then proceed off the ropes. Little did she know, Rosemary was hot in pursuit. As Peyton hit the ropes, Rosemary was right behind. Peyton stopped in her tracks, realizing this, only to be taken down with a lariat. As Peyton began to stand, Rosemary would leap on her with a Thez Press, raining down with a flurry of forearms yet again. Rosemary would roll off of Peyton as Peyton scurried to the corner. Rosemary would climb the turnbuckle as she delivered forearms to Peyton in the corner. Peyton would eventually push Rosemary off, but Rosemary would come flying back, this time Peyton would rake the eyes of Rosemary. Rosemary would stumble back grabbing her face. Peyton would follow in pursuit, only to be met with the glaring eyes of Rosemary. The rake of the eyes barely seemed to affect Rosemary. She looked towards Peyton with a sinister look in her eyes. Peyton would swing wildly with her right hand in fear. Rosemary was prepared, she would stiffly kick Peyton in the stomach, causing her to double over. Rosemary would then grab ahold of both of Peyton’s arms taking her over with a Double Underhook Suplex

    ...

    ONE



    TWO



    NO!


    Peyton’s tactics had not only not worked, but it had almost cost her the match. The rake of the eyes only seemed to enrage and please Rosemary. She found it funny that Peyton would attempt such a move. Rosemary had enough of playing with her prey, now it was time for her to finish her off. Rosemary rose to her feet, stalking Peyton. Rosemary would lift Peyton onto her shoulders for but a split second. Peyton would quickly fight off, falling behind Rosemary. Peyton would hook Rosemary’s arms, hoisting her in the air and delivering a Widow’s Peak, which she called the Poison Peak!

    ...

    ONE



    TWO



    NO!


    It still wasn’t enough to put away Rosemary. Peyton Royce stares wide eyed, in complete disbelief! She thought that, that was her moment there. Her moment to become a triple crown champion. Peyton would slam her feet and fists against the ground in anger. However, she couldn’t let her frustrations get the best of her. Peyton would rise to her feet, now stalking Rosemary. Peyton would rush towards Rosemary, delivering a punt kick right to the face of Rosemary, sending her spinning and falling to the mat. Peyton would then lift Rosemary up by the head, yelling at her as she pulled her towards the corner. Peyton would drive Rosemary’s head into the top turnbuckle a few times. The referee would quickly pull her away, but Peyton would return, now driving her heel into the throat of Rosemary. Again the referee would begin a count, Peyton would break at four. Peyton would back away from the corner, this time she would wait for Rosemary to come to her. Rosemary would stumble out of the corner. Peyton would spin around for a heel kick, but Rosemary would evade, catching Peyton and would take her down with a Pendulum Backbreaker. Peyton would hold her back as both women hit the mat. Both were quickly back to their feet. Rosemary would take down Peyton with a few brisk clotheslines. Rosemary would pull Peyton to her feet, looking to lift her up, but Peyton would hit break free with an elbow to the side of the head. Peyton would bounce off the ropes, returning the favor with a diving clothesline of her own. Rosemary would rise to her feet hunched over as Peyton hits the ropes. Peyton looked to take the advantage yet again, only to get surprised. Catching a burst of energy, Rosemary would deliver a Roundhouse kick to Peyton Royce. Peyton looked out cold as she collapsed the mat. Rosemary would lift Peyton onto her shoulders in a fireman’s carry position. She was going to finish Peyton Royce, once and for all. As Rosemary attempted to slam Peyton into the mat, she was stopped. Billie Kay was now on the apron. She had her arm wrapped around the foot of Peyton, not allowing Rosemary to take Peyton down. Rosemary would drop Peyton down as the referee quickly told Billie to stop. Billie released Peyton as Rosemary dropped her down. The referee then went to check on Peyton Royce, leaving Rosemary the opportunity to deliver Poison Mist right in the eyes of Billie Kay! Billie Kay had just paid for repeated involvement in this match with mist to the eyes. Billie would leap down from the apron, clutching her eyes as they were now blood red from the mist Rosemary had spit in her eyes. However this distraction had provided an opportunity for Peyton Royce. She would deliver a swift kick to Rosemary, causing her to double over. Peyton would throw Rosemary’s arm over her shoulder, and then proceed to hook Rosemary’s leg. Peyton Royce was going to steal this win, thanks to Billie Kay. Billie Kay may have paid dearly, but her best friend was going to take advantage and win. Peyton would attempt to lift Rosemary in the air, but Rosemary was fighting back. The Demon Assassin would grasp Peyton’s tights, and put her legs in between Peyton’s preventing Peyton from lifting her up. Now Rosemary had given herself leverage, in shocking fashion, Rosemary would instead lift Peyton onto her shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Peyton would fight for half a second before she found herself spun around and dropped down with a facebuster. It was Rosemary’s patented maneuver she had finished many foes with, the Red Wedding. Peyton would slam into the mat, knocked out from the impact. Rosemary would crawl over Peyton, pushing her hand against Peyton’s arms as she covered.

    ...

    ONE



    TWO



    THREE!


    DING! DING! DING!

    Justin Roberts: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has called a stop to this contest, declaring a winner by pinfall and NEW P-C-W, WOMEN’S CHAMPION, ROSEEEEEMARYYYYYY!

    IT WAS OVER!! ROSEMARY WAS THE WOMEN'S CHAMPION!! It had taken two bites of the cherry, but as "The Demon Assassin" sat up from the cover, she was sitting up as a champion. "Left Behind" broke across the PA system, the camera cutting to the faces in the audience; hands on heads and over mouths, mothers pulling children closer as they wept and shook their heads.

    Rosemary climbed to her feet, clearly exhausted from her contest, but her smile stretched from ear to ear. She had been tasked with winning the PCW Women's Championship since her debut at Interactive Anarchy, and in just over two months, she had accomplished it. The referee passed her the championship, and as she finally took it in her hands, there was a moment of euphoria that it seemed she had not yet accounted for. Sinking to a knee, she began to chuckle, clutching her new championship firmly with both hands. Casting her eyes across the arena, Rosemary lifted her new championship high above her head, casting her eyes over her new subjects. Running her tongue across the gold plate, Rosemary cackled to herself and threw her head back in joy.

    The Sodom Below now answered to a new master. Rosemary was the PCW Women's Champion, and she stood on high. The next task? A unification bout, with Becky Lynch.

    - - - -

    We return from a commercial break to see none other than the Phenomenal AJ STYLES! The fans burst into cheers as AJ, carrying his bags over his shoulder, was heading toward the parking area to presumably leave the arena for the night. As the fans chanted his name continuously, he was almost to the parking lot until he was stopped by none other than Renee Young, PCW's resident blonde bombshell of an interviewer.

    I N T E R V I E W E R
    RENEE YOUNG
    AJ! AJ! Before you leave, I just want to get your thoughts on what happened earlier tonight with Adam Cole.

    There was a slight pause as AJ looked at Renee with a smile.

    P H E N O M E N A L
    AJ STYLES
    What can I say? I was genuinely shocked that Adam Cole acted like a man for the first time in what seems like forever. Y'see, when he came out last Sunday night at Zero Hour to interrupt me, I thought for sure he was gonna' do something flaky, but to my amazement he was just there to make a statement-- can't blame him there. And tonight? Well, color me surprised that he actually shook my hand. There was no funny business, no dirty tactics-- it was just two guys that want to prove they're the absolute best in this business. And that's what this business is all about, Renee-- proving yourself. Adam Cole and AJ Styles? We're on a collision course to the best dang match this company has ever seen, and I cannot wait unti---

    Before AJ can finish that statement, he's cut off as a boot comes flying in from just off-camera, catching the Phenomenal One right in the back of the skull with a brutal Superkick! Styles never stood a chance, and collapses to the concrete as Renee screams in a panic and hurries off to get help. In the meantime, a pair of boots step over the fallen carcass of AJ Styles - the very same that just damn near kicked his head off. As the camera backs up, more and more of the boots' owner is revealed, until we find ourselves looking right at the bearded face of former PCW Rising Champion, Kevin Owens! The fans in attendance at ring side immediately begin to shower Owens with boos and jeers, but even if he can hear them, Mr. Wrestling doesn't seem to give a damn. Kneeling down beside the unconscious Styles, the former champion offers at least some explanation for this uncalled for assault...

    MR. WRESTLING
    KEVIN OWENS
    You think you're the best, Styles? That's cute. Real cute. But the fact of the matter is, at the end of the day, you're not even in our league... And this?


    Owens begins, but instead of finishing that sentence, he glances up and to his side. A moment later, someone else steps into the frame, only their lower half visible. That is, until they too kneel down beside Kevin Owens and the laid out AJ Styles, revealing themselves as none other than Adam Cole! A smug, satisfied smirk upon his bearded face, Adam looks down at AJ, finishing the statement Kevin Owens had begun.

    THE ONE
    ADAM COLE
    This was just a warning shot, telling you to quit while you're ahead. Because if you don't? Believe me - we won't hesitate to put you down, old man.


    With those final words, Adam would give Kevin Owens a firm pat on the shoulder before rising to his feet, and walking off camera. Shortly, Mr. Wrestling rises as well, and walks off in the exact same direction as his newfound accomplice. And as the two men depart together, help finally arrives, though at this point the damage has been done - and the message sent - as we fade to commercial break.

    - - - -

    MAIN EVENT
    PCW Championship
    Lumberjack Death Match
    Kenny Omega vs Mankind ©
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    We return from a rather long commercial break, we see that the entirety of ringside is surrounded by at least ten of PCW’s talent, signifying that it is now time for the PCW Championship match. These men are not here to simply throw the competitors back int he ring. They will not stop them from retreiving anything from under the ring as long as they make sure they do not try and run away.

    LIKE AN ANGEL WITH CRUEL AND MERCILESS INTENT…

    GO FORTH, YOUNG BOY AND YOU’LL BECOME A LEGEND!


    The crowd roars with an eruption of cheers as “Cruel Angel’s Thesis” begins to play throughout the sound system, signaling the arrival of The Cleaner. As the melody plays on, the lights die down and a light fog fills the stage. The camera zooms in on the stage as from the back enters the man himself. Slowly, Kenny saunters to the middle of the stage as the camera continues to zoom in on him. He extends out his forearms and embraces the huge ovation from this capacity crowd. As the crowd roars out, emerginf from the back are Kenny’s corner men, Matt and Nick Jackson, The Young Bucks. Matt and Nick both have a trash can, one empty and the other filled with different assortments of plunder. We cut to a panning shot of the crowd who are in full support of the self-proclaimed Ace of Takedown before cutting back to him and his associates. Kenny gives the camera a smirk before he starts to make his way down the ramp, ranting to himself as he does. Taking his time, Omega saunters down to the ring, giving too weets to any and all fans that he can, that show their support, all the while talking to the camera any time that he notices it. As he reaches the foot of the ramp, he takes a long look at the men and women standing around the ring, all looking at the man who decided this match. Nodding, Kenny crosses over to the ring steps. Kenny looks around at his colleagues, almost getting in the face of newcomer Adam Cole, before The Bucks separate the two. They have a small conversation with Kenny before Matt and Nick place the weapons they brought in the ring, ready for use in this match as Kenny climbing the steps and entering the ring. As he does, he grabs a baseball bat that was in one of the trash cans. He then spins around until he reaches the center of the ring where he pulls out, cocks and loads his finger gun, aiming it at the ramp before backing up into his corner.



    As Kenny does hit the corner, holstering his gun for a moment, the lights dim and the music shifts to the unsettling sounds of “Schizophrenic” plays throughout the arena, signifying the arrival of the PCW Champion, the deranged alter ego of Mick Foley known as Mankind. The crowd lets out a wave of boos as the Ministry’s Masked Maniac makes his way onto the stage, clad in his dark brown attire and leather apron, the championship hanging from his hand. As Mankind makes his way down the ramp, he beifly looks at the roster surrounding the arena. He looks at Finn Balor, his only ally out here and nods. He knows that The Undertaker is watching confidently. Upon raching the ring, he slides under the ropes and pulls him to a seated positon on the mat. He sits there for a moment, motionless just staring at Kenny.

    The music dies down and the lights shift, as a spotlight hits the ring, Justin Roberts steps up.

    BRUCE BUFFER: “The following contest is a Lumberjack Deathmatch, scheduled for One Fall… and is for the PCW Championship!!!”

    The fans let out a cheer for the match as Rudy Charles, the referee for the match takes the PCW Championship from Mankind.

    BRUCE BUFFER: “First, the challenger… wrestling out of Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada… weighing in at ninety-two kilos… he is The Cleaner… KENNY OMEEEEEEEEGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!

    As his name rings out, Kenny springs from his corner to the center of the ring. He pulls his gun out, points it at Mankind for a moment before turning to face the camera, placing his bat on his shoulder and firing the gun into the crowd. The crowd cheer as he balls his fist in front of his face, letting out a deep breath. He’s in for a war tonight, and he knows this. Stepping back, Kenny waits for the bell to ring.

    BRUCE BUFFER: “And introducing his opponent, from Parts Unknown weighing in at two hundred and eighty-seven pound… he is the PCW Champion… MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIND!!!!!

    Mankind doesn’t grandstand or taunt. He just simply pulls himself up and ready himself, waiting for the moment to strike…

    DING DING DING!!!

    The two men start circling each other, Omega with bat in hand, Mankind with a sinister sneer on his face. However, this stare down does not last long as Omega lunghes forward looking to hit a homerun with Foley’s head. But Mick dodges and rolls into the corner at the right moment causing Kenny to hit rope. Kenny then goes to hit Foley again, but Foley dodges again, and immediately throws Kenny into the corner where he starts to pummel him with a flurry of right hand punches. After about seven or so punches Mankind tosses Kenny into the opposite corner, following suit, turning only as Kenny hits the buckle. Foley bounces off the ropes as Kenny bounces out of the corner and hits him with a huge running bulldog. Both men roll to their feet, Kenny stumbling away, but Mankind stays on him and hooks him with a right hand before scooping him up, and placing him in the dreaded tree of woe. Mankind then backs up into to the opposite corner, and charges, spiking Kenny with a big RUNNING ELBOW DROP! Mankind rolls out of the corner and frantically hovers to the ropes where he catches his breath.

    But this breather was enough to allow Kenny to raise up from the corner. And as soon as Mick turns around, he charges and clips Mick with a huge running big boot! Mankind staggers into the ropes and bounce off, only to get clocked with a big knee strike from Omega. He then crawls over to the corner and receives a cooking sheet from the filled trashcan, turns around as Mankind rolls to his feet and CRACKS IT ACROSS HIS SKULL! But Mankind doesn’t fall, so Kenny spins back around and once more clocks the champ with the sheet! This time, he does fall, right into the bottom rope. Seeing this, Kenny charges and hits a huge basement dropkick. He then backs up into the corner and points a gun at Mankind, stalking him as he raises to his knees… He then fires and charges again, looking for the V-TRIGG—NO! MANKIND CATCHES KENNY AND THROWS HIM THROUGH THE ROPES OUT TO THE FLOOR!

    And with that, just like a shark in the water, Finn Balor runs his boot into Omega’s throat, as the other more unfavorable superstars block The Young Bucks from helping their friend, forced to watch on. As this is happening, Mankind reaches into the trash can and fishes around for something to use. Balor seeing that Mankind has found something throws Omega back into the ring. The fans let out a mixed reaction as Mankind then pulls out BARBED WIRE! He hurries over to the raising Omega and whips the barbed wire across the back! Omega shouts out in pain and flails around before Mankind cracks him again, before flipping Omega around and going for a cover.

    One… Kickout!

    Mankind rolls off of Kenny, allowing The Cleaner to pull himself up with the assistance of the ropes. But Mankind stays on him and starts cracking him with punches. He then bounces off the ropes and clocking Omega with a huge elbow smash. The recoil of this causes Omega to get his arms wrapped up in the ropes! Seeing this, Mankind starts to whip Kenny across the exposed chest with the barbed wire, causing Kenny to shout out in pain, and Mankind to screech with sadistic joy in this sick act. Mankind hits a flurry of elbows, causing Kenny to bounce enough to release the ropes, and upon seeing this, Mankind backs up, bounces off the opposite ropes and clotheslines Kenny out tot he floor below. Kenny smacks against th emat, but before any of the Lumberjacks could do anything, Mankind exits onto the apron by the corner, runs forward and leapes off hitting the NESTEA PLUNGE, THE RUNNING SENTON CRASHING HIMSELF INTO OMEGA ON THE FLOOR BELOW!!!

    Mankind starts pummeling Omega in the face with more left hands as the Lumberjacks try to pry Mankind off of Omega, but every time someone tries, Mankind rabidly swipes at them. Eventually, Mankind is pried off by the lumberjacks, but he shoves them aside and retrieves a steel chair from under the ring. He pulls back and… SUPERKICK! ADAM COLE JUST SUPERKICKED MANKIND! The Panama City Playboy then picks up and throws Mankind back into the ring before helping Kenny up and giving him a too sweet... before Adam chucks him back into the ring. Kenny, quickly rolls to his feet, and charges past the recovering Mankind, and bounces off the far ropes. He springs back and hits a KOTARO CRUSHER! But he wasn’t done, he backs into the nearest corner, and stalks Mankind, but notices out of the corner of his eye the barbed wire. Seing revenge Kenny grabs it and starts to WRAP IT AROUND HIS KNEE PAD… AND AS SOON AS HE SEES FOLEY RECOVERING, HE CHARGES DRIVING SAID KNEE ACROSS HIS FACE WITH A BARBED WIRE ASSISTED V-TRIGGER! Kenny drops for a cover…

    ONE…

    TWO…

    T—KICKOUT! MANKIND GETS THE SHOULDER UP!


    Omega is shocked, but he doesn’t waver. He immediately rolls over to the corner and grabs the trash can, emptying out its contents on the mat, which include another cooking sheet, a pair of kendo sticks and a broom. Omega turns to Mankind, who is starting to recover and goes to strike with the trash can, but as soon as he does, Mankind springs up and hits Kenny with a LOW BLOW! Omega drops the trahcan behind him, and Mankind grabs the remaining cooking sheet, and he clocks Omega across his already cut up back. Omega drops to his knees, but Foley isn’t done. He pulls Kenny back up, whips him into the ropes and back body drops him, just barely missing the trashcan, much to Mankind’s chagrin. Never the less, the deranged champion grabs Omega by the hair and pulls him up into positions and connects with THE DOUBLE ARM DDT RIGHT ONTO THE TRASH CAN! Foley drops down and covers Omega.

    ONE…

    TWO…

    TH—THE YOUNG BUCKS SAVE OMEGA BY PULLING MANKIND UNDER THE ROPES!


    Mankind clocks Matt Jackson across the face with a right hand, and boots Nick in the gut. Heh then takes Nick and tosses him into the steel steps at ringside, causing a loud crash to ring through the arena. Matt Jackson backs up from Mankind, only to back into Finn Balor who immediatly takes Matt out with a BLOODY SUNDAY before the rest of the Lumberjacks start to surround him and the PCW Champion. But as they do Foley reaches under the ring and pulls out a steel chair and starts swinging at them to get them away. He sets the board on the apron, and pulls another trash can from under the ring. He throws it over the ropes it into ring and goes back for more plunder, but Corey Graves grabs him and throws him back into the ring. Finn then steps in front of Corey and stares down the Savior of Misbehaviour, before Corey smirks, shrugs his shoulders and returns to his position, leaning against the guardrail casually watching the match. All of this allowed Omega enough time to recover. He rushes over to Mankind, pulls him to the center of the ring and connects with the SNAPDRAGON SUPELX… OMEGA THEN PULLS FOLEY BACK UP AND CONNECTS WITH A SECOND DRAGON SUPLEX ONTO THE RECENTLY REVEALED TRASH CAN! Omega goes for a cover…

    ONE…

    TWO… KICKOUT!


    Omega starts showing frustration, slapping the mat before noticing the steel chair in the ring. He crawls over to it and opens it and sets it in the middle of the ring. Omega then hovers over to Mankind and grabs him, pulling him to his feet, but whatever he had planned has gone to waste as Foley, out of instinct clocks Kenny with a headbutt, knocking him into a seaded position in the chair. Mankind then backs into the ropes, bounces off and hits a big running knee lift right to Omega’s face, flipping him backwards over the chair. Foley goes fro the cover...

    ONE…

    TWO… KICKOUT!


    Foley then stumbcornernto his neutral corer and rolls out of the ring, next to his Ministry confidant, Finn Balor. Mankind then goes under the ring, looking for something, anything as Balor holds back the other lumberjacks, until Mankind pulls out a 2X4 WRAPPED IN BARBED WIRE! WHO THE HELL PUT THAT UNDER THE RING!? Mankind slides the evil weapon into the ring and rolls over to Omega. He pulls him up to his feet with sinister intentions, but Omega swings the broom at Foley, breaking it across Foley’s chest! This causes Mankind to drop the 2x4, that Omega notices, causing a sinister grin to appear now on Omega’s face. He grabs the board and stalks Foley who slowly stumbles to his feet, and as soon as he does he RAMS THE BARBED WIRE INTO MANKIND’S FACE, HITTING RIGHT AT THE HOLES IN HIS MASK, BUSTING THE HARDCORE LEGEND OPEN! Omega drops the board and geos for the cover…

    ONE…

    TWO…

    THRE—MANKIND KICKS OUT! OMEGA IS STUNNED!


    Omega shaking his head with frustration, and disbelief moves to the steel chair that he flipped over. He folds it back up and cracks it across Mankind, not ocne, but twice. He then sets the chair back up in the center of the ring. It is here when Kenny notices that he still has the barbed wire wrapped around his knee pad. Seeing this, Kenny runs to the ropes, bouncs off and looks for another BARBED WIRE ASSIS—NO MANKIND CATCHES OMEGA AND SIDEWALK SLAMS HIM DOWN ONTO THE CHAIR! He goes for a cover…

    ONE…

    TWO…

    TH-KICKOUT!


    Mankind rolls to a seated position and starts rocking back and forth, pulling at his hair. However the moment he notices that he’s been busted open, starts to screech and wail out. In this fit of rage, Mankind rolls out of the ring and yells at Finn Balor, who remains calm as he simply points at the corner of the apron. Mankind turns around and looks wehre he was pointing, pulling out a familiar black bag. The crowd gasps, knowing what this is. Mankind rolls into the ring, turns to Omega and screeches at his challenger, pulling him up by the hair onto his knees. He turns around and empties the bag onto the canvas below, dumping an OCEAN of thumbtacks onto the floor. But, this distraction is all that Kenny Omega needed to get a second wind… He springs up to his feet, turns Mankind around. He knees the champion in the gut with the wrapped up pad and connects with a DOCTOR WILY BOMB TO THE THUMBTACKS! The crowd cheers as Kenny Omega lets out a war cry. He points a finger gun at Foley and then towards the ocean of tacks… The crowd cheers as Omega instead of going for the cover, pulls Mankind back up to his feet and sets him up onto his shoulders ready to hit the ONE WINGED ANGEL INTO THE TA—

    BONG!!

    NO! NOT NOW… THE LIGHTS IN THE ARENA GO BLACK… DARKNESS HAS FALLEN…

    BONG!!

    The lights come back on, and THE UNDERTAKER IS STANDING IN THE RING!

    The Phoenom then extends out his hand to Omega, AS A FIREBALL SHOOTS FROM THE UNDERTAKER'S HAND INTO THE CLEANER’S FACE CAUSING HIM TO DROP FOLEY DOWN AND FLAIL BACK IN PAIN! The Undertaker then wastes no time, he grabs Kenny by the thrat and CHOKESLAMS HIM INTO THE THUMBTACKS! Kenny Screams out in pain, as Mankind crawls on top of him…

    ONE…

    TWO… NOT THIS WAY…

    THREE!


    BRUCE BUFFER: “Ladies and Gentlemen, referee Rudy Charles has called a stop to this contest, therefore your winner by pinfall… and STILL PCW Champion… MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKKKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!

    The Undertaker just cost Kenny Omega the PCW Championship, cost Kenny Omega his atonement. The Ministry had one goal in mind tonight, to conquer, and that is exactly what they did. Rosemary has claimed the PCW Women’s Championship, and Mankind has secured his spot in the Fallout Main Event. The fans let out a roaring mixed reaction, mostly boos as the entirety of The Ministry swarm the ring, hovering over the fallen body of Kenny Omega.

    The Minsitry has just slain the only Warrior of Light left to stand against them… who now can stop the Darkness from coming?

  3. [Takedown] - October 24th, 2017

    25 October 2017 - 02:56 AM

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    Presented Live in HD from The Sprint Center in Kansas City, MO!

    I WON'T FORGET!
    I WON'T FORGIVE!
    I WON'T FORGET!

    WHO KNEW YOU'D BE HATED
    FOR BEING WHO YOU ARE,
    AND BE A BIG TARGET
    FOR ALL THE INSECURE?


    As the Takedown opening video comes to a close, we are taken to a panning shot of the Sprint Center, live in Kansas City! The cameras pan across the crowd, we see shots of the most supportive of fans. We get shots of fans wearing their PCW merchandise, showing support for their favorite superstar or knockout. We see multiple signs, such as “WE WANT MICK NOT MANKIND!” and “Throne > Ministry”, as well as a huge cutout of The Undertaker’s symbol. As we cut past ringside, we see a shot of some fans in cosplay, dressed as The Undertaker, PCW Hall of Famer Dolph Ziggler, Ric Flair, and a small girl dressed up as Becky Lynch all cheering as Mauro Ranallo introduces us to the show.

    MAURO RANALLO
    “With only a few weeks away from the final edition of Tuesday Night Takedown, we look to continue our path towards Zero Hour, live exclusively on Pay-Per-View.”


    LIKE AN ANGEL WITH CRUEL AND MERCILESS INTENT…

    GO FORTH, YOUNG BOY AND YOU’LL BECOME A LEGEND!


    MAURO RANALLO
    “Here comes the man who will challenge the demented Mankind on the Final Takedown for the PCW Championship.”


    DON CALLIS
    “I have known Kenny Omega all his life, and I know for a fact that he is not someone who you can just call weak and let it slide Mauro. I just hope for his sake that he doesn’t get over his head choosing the stipulation for his championship rematch.”


    New music plays throughout the PA System, but the fans in the arena know exactly who is coming out as they let out a roaring ovation. The camera cuts to the stage where we see “The Cleaner” Kenny Omega step out from behind the curtain. Kenny is clad in a brand new shirt, available at Shop.PCWrestling.net, a leather jacket and jeans, obviously not dressed to compete.

    JUSTIN ROBERTS
    "Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome... "The Cleaner" Kenny Omega!"


    TOM PHILLIPS
    “That’s true Don, but Kenny is looking to reclaim his spot at the top of the PCW food chain, the spot that Mankind took from him back at Interactive Anarchy.”


    MAURO RANALLO
    “The defiant Ace of PCW seems to be confident in his chances guys as he makes his way to the ring.”


    Kenny extends out his forearms and embraces the now roaring fans, the camera cuts to a panning shot of the crowd, completely in support for the self-proclaimed Ace of Takedown before cutting back to Omega who gives it a smirk and starts to rant as he starts down the ramp. Taking his time, Omega saunters down to the ring, giving too sweets to any and all fans he can that show their support, all the while talking to the camera any time he notices it. The cameras then cut to the announce desk where the official PCW Announce team sits, Mauro Ranallo, Tom Phillips and Don Callis.

    MAURO RANALLO
    Good evening ladies and gentlemen, Mauro Ranallo here joined by my my new broadcast partners, Tom Phillips and Don Callis, and gentlemen, I have to ask. After Mankind threw down the gauntlet, granting Kenny his rematch at the final takedown, what do you believe he will choose as the stipulation?


    DON CALLIS
    “There is no telling Mauro, Kenny is one of the greatest wrestlers in the world, second only to our King, Cody Rhodes. But as good as Kenny is, he may be naïve when it comes to understanding what Mick Foley is capable of behind that mask of his.”


    We cut back to Kenny as he reaches the foot of the ramp, where he crosses over to the ring steps. However, instead of climbing them right away he leans against the barricade and starts to clap to the melody of his music, getting a large chunk of the audience to follow before Smirking and climbing up and into the ring. As he enters the ring, he spins around til he reaches the center of the ring, where he pulls out, cocks and loads his “gun”, aiming right into the crowd. The crowd cheers as Kenny balls his fist and brings it down in front of his face, letting out a deep breath. He holds this for a second before turning to the ropes and stepping up onto the second rope. He balances himself and immediately extending his arms out, to bask in the now majority of the fans live in attendance cheering one and all for The Cleaner. He bounces on the ropes for a second using the momentum to bounce off of them, spinning around as he lands in the center of the ring and nods as he takes in the cheering of the crowd. Eventually, Kenny would retrieve a microphone from one of the ring hands. He returns to the center of the ring and looks down at where the PCW Championship used to rest before bringing the microphone to his face and speaking.

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    "The Cleaner… is… back." Kenny lowers his microphone and pauses as the crowd live in The Sprint Center erupt in cheers and applause for the former champion, who had been taken out two weeks ago by the newly formed Ministry. "I have had much worse done to me… by far better athletes… if you think that a little blue mist and a shot to the head was going to keep Kenny Omega out of action… then you have got another thing coming. I mean, what an incredible effort you guys put forward. You tried… so hard… yoku ganbarimashita… thank you very much. But you see, Mick… Foley… when I say that The Cleaner… is back… I am not talking about me returning to this ring after your failed attack two weeks ago, oh no, no, no, no… Hahahahaha!" As Kenny laughs he brings his hand up to his brow and leans back to emphasize his laughter before abruptly snapping forward and speaking again. "Over the past two weeks, I have listened to the words that you have said each and every word, and I took them to heart. But Mick-san, I’m afraid you have it all wrong. Because losing my PCW Championship to you at Interactive Anarchy was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. Ke he he…" Kenny pauses for a moment as he laughs out once again. "Because it made me realize Mick-san, that the weakness that you proclaim that I have… is the reason that I AM STILL STANDING!" The fans let out a roar of cheers. They know what Kenny is talking about, as it’s all Mankind has been talking about the past two weeks. "Since I came to PCW, I had been looking for the keys to my perfection… from the Path to Glory to the Gold Rush Tournament… to the Unbroken Main Event… I went through all of them never realizing that all along, the key to my perfection had been chanting my name this whole time! And thanks to you, Mick-san, I have a reason to win my championship back from you… and because of that… there is nothing that I will not do to succeed in doing so… and THAT is what I mean when I say The Cleaner… is back!" Kenny lowers his microphone again allowing the crowd to cheer. Once they get it out of their system he would continue. "And now that I am back, I am going to do the right thing and declare war on The Undertaker and his Ministry…" Again the crowd erupts. "And I don’t give a damn if I have to do it alone. Send down whoever, send Mick, send Rosemary-chan, hell dig up Pentagon’s corpse for all I care… I will take each and every one of you on myself if I have to. Because I’ll be damned if I allow this company to be overtaken by the darkness that The Undertaker controls. If I have to be the only Warrior of Light who stands up to you, then SO BE IT! I WILL LEAD ALL OF THESES RADICAL DREAMERS THROUGH YOUR DARKNESS AS THEIR GUIDING LIGHT, A SHIMMERING ANGEL WHO WILL PROTECT THEM FROM ALL THAT YOU THROW AT THEM… AND IN THE END, MICK FOLEY… UNDERTAKER… EVEN IF I AM ALONE IN THIS… I. WILL. NOT. FAIL!!!"

    I'D FASHIONED MY OWN CROSS..
    BEEN CRUSHED BY ITS WEIGHT!


    The sound of 'Bones' hits the sound system and instantly the crowd begins to cheer as Kenny Omega looks towards the ramp with the rest of the crowd. PCW Women's Champion, Raquel Diaz steps out from behind the curtain dressed in ring gear and the championship over her shoulder. She doesn't take time to pause, beginning down the ramp instead and right towards the ring. Bottom of the ramp, she turns towards the stairs and climbs them onto the apron. From there, she slides into the ring and is handed a microphone by Bruce Buffer. With a nod of thanks, she turns her attention to the former PCW Champion.

    RAQUEL DIAZ
    'Kenny. It sounds to me that you're out here trying to declare upon the Ministry and while that's fine - it seems like you're tryi to keep all the fun to yourself. I hate to break this to you but Rosemary.. she belongs to me. Now, putting that aside, it sounds like we're roughly on the same page and for that.. I'm doing something that I don't do often - offering some help. The Ministry is an enemy that we have in common and it seems to me that you're too kind to put hands on Rosemary and Michelle but I'm more than willing. Hell, even The Undertaker doesn't deserve fear or respect - if he gets in the way, he can be dealt with too. The way I see it, this war.. it isn't something either one of us can win on our other. The lowdown cheats that they are - they'll find ways to get the upper hand but together, perhaps we stand a greater chance. I have no intention of getting between you and Mankind, the same should be the same for me and Rosemary but there's no reason they can't learn the hard way that we don't allow trash to run over.. we take it out to the curb, where it belongs.'

    Kenny looks at Raquel for a moment, not sure what to think. The infamous Black Widow is offering her assistance in taking out the members of The Ministry. Kenny looks around at the cheering fans for a moment before speaking again.

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    “Oh my god… you have no idea how glad I am to hear you say that! Kenny says, relieved by the assistance, his voice has a slight sarcastic tone to it, but you can tell that he does appreciate the help. I'm serious Raquel, out of all the people in that locker room, I am glad that you were the first to come down here and offer help... because you are what Rosemary and Michelle could never be int hat women's locker room... a leader. A title that not a single member of the Ministry can hold, not anymore at least. And let's be honest, there is nobody I'd rather have on my side than the most devious person to have ever step foot in this company... especially after what they did to your mom... so yeah, let’s kick their asses! Kenny says, sending the crowd into an uproar. I hope you realize Ministry that this war is only beginning. And our side is going to grow day by day... and this everlasting night that you want so bad… Undertaker... it will never come to pass!



    The mood in the arena shifts almost as soon as the guttural cry of Kenneth Nixon's "Left Behind" erupts over the PA system. Omega and Raquel's attentions are immediately captured - the lights dip to a blood red hue, as out on to the stage steps "The Demon Assassin" herself, Rosemary. Her head tilted, she eyes both her champion and her team-mates challenger, a smiling sweeping across her face. Microphone at the ready, she cradles the instrument with both hands as she pauses for her music to die away.

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    Kenny... Raquel... what children you are. The war between the lightness and the darkness... is not a war you are equipped to fight. You yourself have experienced the tides of the shadows, Kenny. And consider; Mankind had not even joined our parish at the time he laid waste to your carcass. And you, Raquel? Well... we have given you every chance to step back from the precipice at which you stand. Your mother... is not coming back. And instead of heeding ALL of these warnings... you continue to dance upon the edge of disaster. (Both Raquel and Kenny look on from the ring, stiffening their stances and puffing out their chests in defiance.) Kenny Omega has already signed on to his dance with the devil. But YOU, Raquel... you seek a contest with us, at Zero Hour? Well... perhaps, we should test your resolve. Show us your strength; bring us your best and your greatest. Show us the power you claim to wield. Unite your light... and challenge The Ministry. TONIGHT.

    A violent lurch places the exclamation on a daunting challenge from the "Death Dealer" - the fans cheered in unison at the thought of the Ministry versus Omega and Diaz. But what would their answer be?

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    You know what, you zombie bitch… I may not be the booker around these parts, but YOU’RE ON!!!

    The crowd roar in cheers as Kenny accepts Rosemary’s challenge almost immediately, to which Raquel gives him a snide look, as if taking the moment from her.

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    Now, go run along kowai shōjo and get ready. Kenny extends out his hand and shoos Rosemary off, to which the crowd let out a small laugh. …Because tonight you and Mick are going to realize how strong Kenny Omega and Raquel Diaz really are when we send the two of you back to whatever dark hole you crawl out of each morning with your tails between your legs. And then, at Zero Hour, Raquel breaks you, and wipes that creepy, yet strangely cute little smile off of your face. While at the Final Takedown… I end things between me and Mick Foley when I send his ass back to the retirement home… Cactus Jack Style! Goodbye… Kenny pulls out his “gun” and kisses the barrel… he glances over at Raquel before the two of them point “guns” at Rosemary. And Goodnight… BANG~!!

    The two fire at Rosemary who responds only by laughing. The sound of Kenny’s new music hits the PA System once more as the camera gets a good look at the two heroes proudly stainding their ground. The war for the soul of PCW has begun, the battle lines are drawn… and only one side… the light… or the darkness will survive.

    - - - -

    OPENER
    Singles Match
    Tommaso Ciampa vs JT Dunn
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    We return from our commercial break to our first match of the evening. One of the two competitors is already in the ring, pacing back and forth as 'Wicked' By Thousand Foot Krutch plays in the background. Those in the audience who recognize this newcomer are giving him a healthy barrage of booing.

    JUSTIN ROBERTS: The following match is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, making his PCW debut, from Providence, Rhode Island and weighing in at 175 lbs. J. T. DUNNNNNN

    JT Dunn gives a cocky look the crowd as he raises his elbow threatening before turning his attention towards the entrance ramp, his music fading to silence.

    DEEP INSIDE THESE BURNING BUILDINGS,
    VOICES DIE TO BE HEARD

    YEARS WE SPENT TEACHING A LESSON
    WE OURSELVES HAD NEVER LEARNED


    As the sound of Rise Against's Drone's blares out across the speaker system, the fans offer a mixed reaction aimed toward one man as he emerges from beyond the black curtain. Dressed to compete, Tommaso Ciampa is focused and ready as he briskly makes his way down to the ring.

    JUSTIN ROBERTS: And his opponent. Hailing from Milwaukee, Wisconsin, weighing in at 201 lbs., Tommmmaso Ciammmmpa!

    Sliding into the squared circle, Ciampa pops to his feet and takes to the corner opposite Dunn, eager to get this contest underway. There is a silent moment of anticipation before the bell rings.

    Ding ding!

    The moment the bell rings, Ciampa rushes in and hooks Dunn into an aggressive collar-to-elbow lock-up, soon transitioning for a quick hip toss. Dunn pops right up, only to get tossed again. He rises to his feet, a step slower this time before Ciampa pops him hard in the jaw with his elbow. Dazed, Dunn is staggered enough for Ciampa to grab his arm and irish whip him into the corner, running right behind him and delivering a devastating high knee in the corner to Dunn’s jaw. He proceeds to wallop the newcomer in the corner, pummeling fore-arm strikes to the head. Dunn attempts to guard himself, but Ciampa is relentless, a man clearly out to prove he belongs here in PCW. The referee eventually breaks up the beating, forcing Ciampa to step back. He obliges, but is clearly pumped and ready to keep going. So much so that a moment later, after the referee checks that Dunn is good to continue, Ciampa darts forward full speed and connects a big boot to Dunn’s jaw. Dunn falls to the ground and Ciampa quickly goes for the cover.

    1..


    2…


    Kickout!


    It is going to take a little more than that, but Dunn clearly wasn’t prepared for the level of fury and determination that Ciampa is bringing to this match. Picking up his opponent, Ciampa positions him into a backbody drop. Dunn has enough wherewithal to roll back out of the move, taking a step back and attempting a superkick. The kick is caught however and results in being spun around, Ciampa hitting a gigantic release German suplex on Dunn.

    Dunn rolls out of the ring to collect himself, but Ciampa doesn’t give him any daylight, running out to catch him and throw him back in the ring. Dunn in turn runs into the ring and attempts to hit with his own high knee. Ciampa guards however, backing into the ropes and then charging forward with another gigantic discus clothesline. Dunn doesn’t get up immediately, giving Ciampa an idea. He backs into the corner, spreading his arms wide before bringing his hands together and pointing down towards the dazed Dunn, his eyes widening with ill-intent. Dunn finally gets to one knee, but the moment he does Ciampa charges forward full speed, ramming his knee into the face of his opponent, delivering a huge Sweet Dreams. To put an extra cherry on top, Ciampa reaches down and sets Dunn up for a powerbomb, delivering a massive Project Ciampa in the center of the ring, before rolling over for a merciful cover.

    1…



    2…



    3!!!


    The referee calls for the bell, and soon Rise Against fills the arena once more. Ciampa stands up, nostrils flaring and eyes wide with a look of intense determination, as if he could still go after such a dominating performance. Still, he allows the referee to hold his hand up as Justin Roberts announces the winner.

    JUSTIN ROBERTS: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Tommaso Ciampa!

    The crowd shows their appreciation for the vicious performance, a few more cheers than boos as Ciampa gives one final look to his downed opponent, who is just now starting to stir, before he jumps out of the ring and starts heading towards the back.

    - - - -

    The screen cuts to static and then black before a woman’s voice is heard.

    “The following is presented proudly by Roppongi Vice Productions. Tanoshimu.”

    The black screen then fades into a lively city skyline shown with the RPG Vice plastered over it, as the catchy RPG Vice theme song plays.

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    The screen then cuts to an off-arena shot of the famed Kansas City nightclub, Aura, where the party is already well underway. The camera travels through the thrawl of dancing partygoers before finally finding a secret section quartered off to one corner. It has a red velvet rope cutting the general crowd from the area, with a big burly bouncer making it clear this is VIP only. He stares down the camera before a familiar voice arrives from behind to tell him to back down.

    ROCKY ROMERO
    “Whoa whoa whoa, hoss, he’s with us, no worries.”


    Rocky, dressed in a tailored suit and also his diamond encrusted eyepatch rushes into frame. The bounce looks at him and then back at the cameraman. He grunts before pulling the rope aside, allowing the camera to enter. Rocky gives an apologetic grin as he leads the camera deeper into the VIP area.

    ROCKY ROMERO
    “Sorry about that, they take their VIP access pretty seriously. I mean, when you’re a pair of world-renowned club hopper like Beretta and me? Not a problem, but just some rando wandering up? Not going to go as well.”


    Rocky leads deeper into the VIP area, eventually leading to a plush corner booth, where the other half of RPG Vice is seated, spread out and midway through a bottle of champaign. He looks excited to see the cameraman and raises a full flute, which he then downs about half of.

    BERETTA
    “Good, you made it. Hope Tony wasn’t too much of a problem.”


    ROCKY ROMERO
    “Tony?”


    BERETTA
    “The bouncer.”


    Rocky looks legitimately impressed.

    ROCKY ROMERO
    “You know the bouncer’s name?”


    BERETTA
    “Because I actually pay attention. Not important. What is important? Our little celebration here in Kansas City. Yes, we didn’t get to show the fans of Takedown another incredible display of our athletic gifts, but one important part of any party is don’t give them too much of a good thing. And from the way our last match went, it seems like we may have given Braun Strowman and Luke Harper too much of a good thing. Yeah, the match didn’t exactly end the way we wanted it to.”


    ROCKY ROMERO
    “Especially for yours truly. Still hearing some ringing in ears.”


    BERETTA
    “But we still picked up the W.”


    ROCKY ROMERO
    “Just like we said we would.”


    BERETTA
    “And if you think about it, the fact that Rocky got it so bad is probably a good sign.”


    Rocky look incredulous at that, raising an eyebrow.

    ROCKY ROMERO
    “Easy for you to say. Did I mention the ear ringing?”


    BERETTA
    “Well sure, I didn’t exactly get the worst of it. But clearly we got under our ersatz champions’ skin.”
    Rocky offers as a side whisper. “Ersatz?” “Fake.” “Gotcha, carry on.” Beretta just shakes his head before he continues. “Point is, we pushed them to the limit, and they simply couldn’t get it done. They thought we were going to be easy to crush in their big, meaty hands and in the end? Turns out we were too much to handle, so they resorted to the oldest trick in the book: picking up a chair and letting it do the talking rather than have it proven that you can’t beat this.”

    ROCKY ROMERO
    “Which come to think of it, is exactly the kind of bush league play an...ersatz?”
    Rocky looks to Beretta for confirmation that he’s using that right, getting an affirmative nod back. “That an ersatz championship team would pull. Rather than letting the fight prove them to be what they are--a couple of over muscled losers--they kick that can down the road. But you see it doesn’t matter if at Final Takedown if the Backwoods Boys or the Authors of Pain walk away with the belt. Because regardless, guess who has four thumbs and is your future PCW tag champs?” The both of them do a coordinated thumbs-pointing-inward pose. “Booyah!”

    BERETTA
    “And while we’re on the subject of the Authors of Pain, we went back and heard some of the choice words Ric Flair had for us. And he called us a pair of...nobodies? Nobodies? Really Ric? Listen, I know we called you a crazy old man, but you didn’t have to go out of your way to prove just out of touch with the modern world you are. Because we aren’t a pair of nobodies, we have proven ourselves to be a force to reckon with wherever we go. And I know it is sad to you that your limousine-riding, jet-flying, wheeling and dealing days may be behind you? But lashing out at a couple of young bu--”


    ROCKY ROMERO
    “Don’t say it.”


    BERETTA
    “A couple of young, handsome devils who can still live that life? That seems even beneath you. But don’t worry, it is only a matter of time before we cross paths with your beloved Authors, and we’ll give you a real swift education in exactly who we are.”


    ROCKY ROMERO
    “Because that’s what you do these days, isn’t it Ric, living vicariously through the younger generation that let you into their little club. They get to feed of the legend of the original Horseman, and you get to stay relevant just a little bit longer. But that clock is ticking Ric, and we hate to tell you? You backed the wrong horse.”


    BERETTA
    “So as we sign off, just a quick reminder that your boys from Roppongi came to fight, came to win, and most importantly?”


    ROCKY ROMERO
    “We came to party….FOREVER!”


    Beretta and Rocky lift their flutes and down them before the screen fades to black, the RPG VICE logo fading up as well as the theme song one more time, as well as that female voice from before.

    “This has been an RPG Vice Production. Pati. Suenagaku.”

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    - - - -

    DIRTY, SEXY, SLINKY THING...



    POWER OVER ALL WITH THE LOVE YOU BRING

    As Takedown returns to ringside, the sound of David Rolfe's "Something for You", also known as the official theme of PCW's latest signee - Adam Cole! And instantly does the crowd react, offering a mixture of boos and cheers, though some choose to simply stay silent. Yet regardless of the crowd's reaction or their reasons for it, The One doesn't seem the least bit bothered as he emerges from behind the black curtain to step foot, for the first time, on a PCW stage. A grin upon his bearded face, Adam also wears a pair of blue jeans and one of his official tees, and has his long hair pulled back into a neat ponytail on the back of his head. Looking around for a moment, he then saunters forward, to the very center of the stage where he stops. Bending over slightly with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped together, nodding his head a couple times before suddenly springing back up, tossing his hands into the air with his index and middle fingers extended as he shouts out, "ADAM COLE, BAYBAY!". Surprisingly, or perhaps not, it's a phrase echoed by a sizable number of those within the audience here today, though it's unclear if they actually like Adam Cole, or just like shouting the phrase. Nevertheless, Cole's confidence remains unshaken as he begins his descent down the ramp and toward the ring. After ignoring the few fans who attempted to reach out either to touch him or perhaps even get a high five from the young star, Adam reaches ringside, where he stops for just a moment. Looking up and into the ring, Cole nods his head before turning and making for the steel steps, which he scales up to the apron. Sauntering along, he eventually slips into the ring between the top and middle ropes, and quickly moves toward the side of the ring overlooking the announce tables; gesturing for a microphone as he does. Upon being handed a mic, the self-proclaimed Industry Ruler takes to the center of the ring, where he waits patiently both for his music to fade out, and then for the crowd to die down. And as silence (more or less) falls over the Sprint Center, Adam Cole lifts his microphone to his mouth and quickly drags his tongue across his lips before speaking up.

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    Now, I know what you're all thinking.” Unlikely, but Cole is insistent on the matter, nodding his head before continuing. “You thought - you hoped - that when my music hit, it was because I was coming out here to step into this ring, and take my first step on my journey to the top. Buuut...” Adam begins, the bearer of bad news here as he gestures to himself. “As you can see, I'm not dressed to compete tonight. Which, trust me - I know how disappointing that is for all of you. I mean, it's disappointing to me, too! Because from the moment I signed on the dotted line, I've been looking forward to coming out here and establishing that I am the best damn pro wrestler on the planet. Though of course, for some of you, that's already a well known fact, and it has been for the better part of a decade. But for others? For those of you who have been living under a rock, or just haven't been paying enough attention - and especially for all the guys in the back who haven't gotten the message just yet - there's nothing I'm looking forward to more than showing you the truth.” Cole says, rather vague with that last statement - but never fear, as he's quick to continue, shedding light on the matter. “And what exactly is the truth, you ask? Well, boys and girls... You're looking at it.” Wait, what? Adam Cole is the truth? How does that even work? Smirking, the One goes on to explain. “That's right, I'm the truth. In a time when everyone else is lying out their ass just trying to cover it, I'm the most honest guy there is. Because unlike the rest of the guys in the back, who come out here and lie to you every time they try to sell you on the fact that they're supposedly the best thing since sliced bread... I don't need to lie. And I don't need to sell anyone on anything. Because unlike the rest of them, the things I do when I'm in this ring back up every word I say.” Adam Cole says, to a mixed reaction from the crowd; some still in support of the One, while others are not. Smirking still, Cole soon continues. “But of course, I haven't exactly done anything in THIS ring yet, now have I? No, no... Not yet. But that's not going to last very long. Because unlike the nobodies who get signed here in PCW, only to spend a month - or more - just sitting on the sidelines, not doing a damn thing? Jack Gallagher actually wants me on his shows. I'm not just some random, desperate hire in an attempt to pad the roster - no, no, no. I'm the guy they hired because they needed someone they could rely on. In a time where things are changing and PCW needs someone actually worth their paycheck, they've turned to me because they KNOW that Adam Cole is worth every last zero.

    Just how many zeroes does Adam Cole have on his paycheck? The world may never know. Taking a moment to wet his lips, the Industry Ruler soon continues.

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    Which is a Hell of a lot more than can be said for the guys who are supposed to be leading things around here. Because on one hand, we've got Mankind, the PCW Champion, cowering in the shadow of a guy even older and more decrepit than he is! I mean, after all the talk of bringing back hardcore wrestling, after all the promises he's made, after ACTUALLY managing to make a comeback at this point in his life... Mick Foley's right back to being exactly the same thing he's been for nearly twenty years, and that's irrelevant. Because every time someone sees Mick, every time they hear his name, the first thought that goes through their head is "Boy, I hope the Undertaker's with him!". That's the kind of champion Mick Foley is - the kind that nobody cares about, and nobody's buying tickets to see.” Cole states. Shaking his head, he continues. “Then, on the other hand, we have the World Heavyweight Champion, Cody Rhodes. A guy who's made it a point to surround himself with as many people stupid enough to listen to him as he can, because he knows that on his own? He's not exactly as great as he says he is. Hell, if he was on his own, he probably wouldn't even be champ right now because, frankly... That's just not who Cody Rhodes is.” Adam says, again shaking his head. Taking a moment to wet his lips, he continues. “Without all his stooges, without Alexa Bliss, and without Ric Flair? Cody's just a kid who was lucky enough to be born with the name "Rhodes"... but unlucky enough to miss out on all the talent.” Shrugging his shoulders, Cole takes a moment to let his words sink in, using the time to catch his breath and gather his thoughts before continuing. “Those are the two guys who are supposed to be representing this company. A washed-up old relic of days LONG past, and a guy who, without his name and his goons? Wouldn't be anywhere near that championship. And if those are the two options PCW has when crowning the Undisputed Champion? Then the future looks dark.

    Adam states, a grim expression upon his bearded face. Giving his words time to sink in, Cole speaks up after a few moments.

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    Or, at least... It did.” He states, that smug smirk finding its way back onto his face. “Before Adam Cole arrived, it seemed like there might not even be a future for this company. It looked like guys like Mankind and Cody Rhodes - or even Kenny Omega and Drew Galloway - were going to take PCW, and bury it deep in the ground... But now? Now, there's hope. Now, PCW stock is skyrocketing, ratings have shot straight up, and merchandise sales are off the charts because, for the first time in a long time, there's someone in this company who isn't a complete waste of space. There's someone who can take PCW, with all it's suffered, and return it to the prestige and glory it once had. And that someone, boys and girls? Is The One...

    Cole trails off, smirking as he takes a moment to wet his lips before suddenly throwing his free hand up into the air, as he'd done during his entrance, and yelling into the mic.

    ADAM COLE, BAY BAY!

    With those final words, Adam allows his mic to slip from his hand, leaving it hit the mat with an audible thud. At the same time, David Rolfe's "Something for You" begins to blare through the speaker system once more, and as The One, Adam Cole, stands tall and proud in the middle of the ring, the scene fades to black.

    - - - -

    MAIN EVENT
    Mixed Tag Team Match
    Kenny Omega and Raquel Diaz © vs. Mankind © and Rosemary
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    JUSTIN ROBERTS : “The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is our main event of the evening!”

    I'D FASHIONED MY OWN CROSS..
    BEEN CRUSHED BY ITS WEIGHT!


    Young Gun's 'Bones' blares throughout the arena, and instantly the crowd goes wild as they know the person behind the music. Without letting much time slip by, Raquel Diaz steps out from behind the curtain as she's dressed to compete - shiny black wrestling gear with a crimson red spot positioned between the shoulder blades of her top - the mark of the Black Widow, her infamous persona. Headed down the ramp, she doesn't slap any hands but most people don't seem to care as she's focused on one thing - her impending match. Bottom of the ramp, she turns around the ring and takes one running step before leaping, landing on the apron on her knees. Standing, she extends her arm outward and puffs her hair up mockingly, gaining an oddly cheerful response from the crowd in which elicits a smile from her. Slipping between the ropes, she makes her way over towards an empty corner and climbs, standing on the middle rope while the introduction is made.

    JUSTIN ROBERTS : “Introducing first… El Paso, Texas! Standing at five feet, three inches tall... she is the PCW Women's Champion... RAAAQQQUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLL DIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZ!!!

    From here, Raquel steps down from the corner and slowly approaches her own, waiting as the music shifts…

    LIKE AN ANGEL WITH CRUEL AND MERCILESS INTENT…

    GO FORTH, YOUNG BOY AND YOU’LL BECOME A LEGEND!


    The crowd roars with an eruption of cheers as the music shifts to “Cruel Angel’s Thesis”, the music that signals the arrival of The Cleaner. As melody plays on the lights die down and a light fog fills the stage as the camera zooms in. From the back then enters the man himself. Slowly he saunters to the middle of the stage ads the camera continues to zoom in on him. Kenny extends out his forearms and embraces the ovation from this capacity crowd. The camera cuts to a panning shot of the crowd hwo are in full support of the self-proclaimed Ace of PCW before cutting vakc to Omega, who gives it a smirk before he starts down the ramp, ranting to himself. Taking his time, Omega saunters down to the ring, giving too sweets to any and all fans he can that show their support, all the while talking to the camera any time he notices it. As he reaches the foot of the ramp, he crosses over to the ring steps. However, instead of climbing them right away he leans against the barricade and starts to clap to the melody of his music, getting a large chunk of the audience to follow before Smirking and climbing up and into the ring. As he enters the ring, he spins around til he reaches the center of the ring, where he pulls out, cocks and loads his “gun”. He points it at Raquel with a smirk on his face for a moment before giving her a wink and turning, aiming right into the crowd.

    JUSTIN ROBERTS : “And her partner… from Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada weighing in at ninety-two kilos, he is The Cleaner KENNYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY OMEGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

    As his name rings out, Kenny fires. The crowd cheers as Kenny balls his fist and brings it down in front of his face, letting out a deep breath. He holds this for a second before turning to the ropes and stepping up onto the second rope. He balances himself and immediately extending his arms out, to bask in the now majority of the fans live in attendance cheering one and all for The Cleaner. He bounces on the ropes for a second using the momentum to bounce off of them, spinning around as he lands to face Raquel, whom he gives a coy smirk to… before moving to their corner to wait for the bell to ring.

    JUSTIN ROBERTS : “And introducing their opponents…”



    The crowd weren't entirely sure how to react as the guttural scream that marked the beginning of "Left Behind" by Kenneth Nixon pierced through the silence. Raquel's eyes narrowed as the lights in the arena dipped to a blood-red hue, and out on to the stage stepped "The Hive Queen" herself, Rosemary. One hand clamped against the side of her head, she seemed to be laughing heartily to herself - or perhaps with the Hive - as she stepped in to view. she had been laughing, and given the hoarseness of that laughter, she had been laughing for a while.

    JUSTIN ROBERTS : First, from The Shadows… ROSEMARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!

    Eerily, Rosemary makes her way down to the ring, her eyes locked on Raquel Diaz. As she reaches the ring, she laughs again and licks her lips before slowly sliding into the ring under the ropes. She then waits in her corner as the music shifts.



    The lights dim as the rather unsettling sounds of "Schizophrenic" by Jim Johnston signify the arrival of the deranged alter ego of Mick Foley known as Mankind. The crowd isn't sure how to react as they finally catch sight of Mankind, the signature white t-shirt and off-yellow tie making him stand out brightly against the dark stage as he slowly steps onto the stage.

    JUSTIN ROBERTS : “And her partner… from Parts Unknown… weighing in at two hundred and eighty-seven pounds… he is the PCW Champion… MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIND!!!!

    The brown mask covering his face only serves to make it an even more chilling sight as he looks out at the large crowd, using a hand to pull his hair away from his face for a moment. Eventually, he begins his descent, only briefly slowing every once in a while to pull his hair away from his face and mask. Upon reaching the ring, he slides under the ropes and pulls himself up into a position on the mat. He sits there for a moment, motionless, before finally beginning to get back to his feet. He stops halfway through the process, shooting a rather unnerving stare over at Bruce Buffer and then towards the fans before ultimately returning to a standing position. He backs himself into his corner as his music dies down…

    The audience cheers in anticipation as the two teams prepare for this match. The two teams step forward a bit, and look at one another as the referee tries to get a legal pair so he can start the match. But its to no avail however as this stare down continues. It doesn’t last long however, as Kenny and Raquel quickly share a glance at one another before nodding and CHARGING FORWARD HITTING BOTH THEIR OPPONENTS WITH SIMULTANEOUS DROPKICKS! As the two members of the Ministry fall back, Raquel and Omega immediately start on them, Raquel mounting Rosemary and pounding her in the face with left and rights as Kenny grabs Mick by the head and chucks him out of the ring. Stepping onto the apron, Kenny stalks the champion, and when he starts to stand up Kenny dives opff the apron and hits a big knee strike, right to the side of his head! Seeing this, the ref takes the opportunity to call for the bell and pull the two women off of each other so this match can be official!

    DING DING DING~!!!

    The referee pulls Raquel and Rosemary apart, but the moment he does, the two women charge one another and continue trading blows. Outside the ring, we see Mankind grab Kenny by the head and slam his face into the apron. Kenny shouts out in pain as Mankind goes to do it again, but Kenny blocks it and instead it’s Mankind’s head that crack against the apron. In the ring, it seems that Rosemary gets the upper hand here as she clocks Raquel in the head with a huge head-butt! She then grabs Raquel by the throat and pushes the Women’s Champion into the nearest corner. As she chokes Raquel, Rosemary leans in and we hear her say “You sound just like the Cougar Raquel…” before she lets out a sick laugh. It is here where the ref counts to four and Rosemary lets off of her. But the moment she does, Raquel lunches forward, looking for a clothesline. But Rosemary ducks it. She spins Raquel around and hits her with a sick forearm before pushing her into the far corner, where she starts waylaying into the cornerstone. Rosemary backs out of the corner and lets out a bloodcurdling scream before spinning around and charging at Raquel, only for The Widow to move, causing Rosemary to land shoulder first in the corner! Turning around, Raquel pulls rosemary out of the corner, and throws her to the mat before mounting her and hitting her with as many left and rights as she can before the referee pulls her off. The referee then starts scolding Raquel who tries to get past him, before Rosemary could get away. As this happens, we hear a loud crash as Mankind throws Kenny Omega into the steel steps. He then makes his way over to his corner and extends out his hand and tags himself in. Rosemary rolls out of the ring as Mankind steps up to the referee and Raquel… who is forced to exit the ring. Pointing to the outside, Mankind yells at the referee to start counting Kenny out.

    ONE…

    TWO…


    Kenny starts stirring on the outside.

    THREE…

    FOUR…

    FIVE…


    Kenny pulls himself up to his feet.

    SIX…

    SEVEN…


    Kenny rolls into the ring, much to Mankind’s chagrin. Frustrated, Mankind grabs Kenny by the hair and goes to pull him to the center of the ring, but as he does Kenny grabs Mankind and pulls him down into the middle rope. As Mankind’s throat hits the rope, Kenny rolls to his feet, runs to the far ropes and as he boucnes back he drives his knee right into Mankind’s back. Kenny then grabs Mankind and pulls him up in order to hit him with a big GERMAN SUPLEX! As Mankind hits the mat, he rolls himself into the nearest corner, using it to pull himself up. However, Kenny is able to stay on him. He grabs him by the arm and whips him as hard as he can into the opposite corner… but Mankind reverses it and instead it’s Kenny who gets… no Kenny reverses the whip. He spins around and rams his thumb as hard as he can into Mankind’s eye before throwing him into the corner. Kenny grabs Mankind’s arm and pulls him out of the corner. He wrenches his arm and goes to throw him again, but Mankind is able to ram his knee into Kenny’s gut. He then gives Kenny a taste of his own medicine and thumbs him in the eye before grabbing him and pulling him to his corner where Rosemary makes the tag.

    Kenny stumbles across the ropes as Rosemary jumps him and starts hitting Kenny with a series of clubbing blows. Kenny, unable to do anything to Raquel based on Mixed Tag rules has to withstand the assault until the ref can pull Rosemary off of him, Luckily though for him, Raquel is quick to enter the ring and blindside the Demon Assassin with a big rolling elbow. Grabbing Rosemary by the hair, she pulls her and tosses her to the center of the ring. Raquel then backs up into the ropes and bounces off to hit a big basement dropkick as Rosemary recovers, sending her back to the mat. Raquel quickly goes for a quick cover, but Rosemary kicks out before a one count. Raquel don’t care though as she immediately pulls Rosemary to her feet and whips her into The ropes. As she bounces back, Raquel goes to lift her up for SPITTING VENOM… but Rosemary catches her own momentum and instead spears Raquel down to the mat before rolling out of the ring. She spins around and goes climbing back on the apron, but as she does Raquel springs forward and hits her with another big dropkick sending her all the way back down to the floor below!

    Rosemary pulls herself up and starts her way up the ramp, but Raquel is quick to exit the ring and starts chasing after her, clocking her from behind with a big lariat! The crowd cheer as Raquel then pulls her up to her feet and goes throw her into the ring, only to change her mind midway to the ring and instead throw her into the nearby barricade. The crowd cheers as Raquel then quickly throws Rosemary back into the ring. Raquel slides in the ring after her by the head and starts choking her with the middle rope. “And you choke like a bitch Rosemary!” shouts Raquel. Raquel is pulled off of Raquel by the ref, who gets a roar of boos from the fans. Raquel shouts at the ref for as second before going back to choke Raquel once more, but before she can Rosemary grabs her and locks her into the TARANTULA!

    Rosemary wrenches the deadly, and illegal hold as long as she can, torquing Raquel’s limbs. The ref reaches four in his count and Rosemary quickly breaks the hold. She unfolds herself from the ropes, and quickly, she rolls over and tags Mankind back in. Mankind enters the ring, but so does Kenny who charges, clocking the champion with a huge knee strike, causing him to recoil into the ropes. Mankind rolls to the corner, but Kenny quickly meets him and clocks him in the head with a huge right hook! Kenny clocks him with another punch and another, and another before backing up all the way across the ring. He fires a finger gun at Mankind before charging forward connecting with a big jumping corner back elbow! Recoiling from the shot, Mankind staggers out of the corner to the center of the ring. Kenny then erupts out of the corner, runs past Mankind, bounces off the ropes and connects with the KOTARO CRUSHER following up with a beautiful STANDING MOONSAULT! Kenny then quickly goes for the cover…

    ONE…

    TWO…

    TH-KICKOUT!


    Mankind kicks out showing the resilience of the champion, especially the fact that he is getting back up like it was nothing. Kenny grabs Mankind and goes for a Northern Lights suplex, but Mankind blocks it with a stiff shot to Kenny’s side, followed by a rake to the eyes. Mankind then grabs Kenny by the temple and starts to bite at him as he pushes Kenny into the corner. Once he has Kenny there, Mankind punches Kenny as hard as he can to drop him down to a seated position. HE then backs up a bit before charging, hitting a huge RUNNING KNEE LIFT! Mankind then backs up, but Kenny starts pulling himself up before he could charge again. Instead he goes to grab Kenny, but is blocked when Kenny hits him a huge knee strike of his own. Kenny goes for another strike, but Mankind blocks it and kicks Kenny in the gut before grabbing him and hitting the SWINGING NECKBREAKER! He goes for the cover…

    ONE…

    TWO…

    THR—
    Raquel quickly enters the ring and breaks the hold with a big sliding dropkick!

    Raquel may have just saved her team the victory there. She quickly returns to her corner as Kenny starts to roll back to his feet. Once he reaches one knee, Kenny strikes Mankind in the gut with a right elbow, to which Mankind responds with a knee to the head. But Kenny doesn’t seem bothered by it, instead, it seems to invigor The Cleaner as he responds with another elbow, and another, and another! Kenny starts to get up, but is quickly DDT’d back down by Mankind, who then follows up by calling for the MANDIBLE CLAW… raising his arm into the air, Mankind lets out a screech as he goes to drive it down into Kenny’s jaw… But as Mankind does, Kenny manages to lift his knee up and drive it into Mankind’s head, causing the crowd to cheer for the former champion! Kenny rolls to his feet and hits a second knee strike to Mankind’s head before pulling him up and throwing him into the ropes… no! Mankind reverses it and throws Kenny into the ropes… but Kenny catches himself on the ropes and gives Mankind an obscene gesture… which causes Mankind to charge, hitting the CACTUS CLOTHESLINE, sending both him, and Kenny over the top rope to the mat below!

    After a couple of seconds to recover, Mankind rolls to his feet slide under the ropes back into the ring, only to roll back out. and starts peeling back the padding, revealing the hard arena floor under it! Mankind then quickly grabs Kenny and hits him with a huge body slam, driving Kenny’s back into the concrete! The crowd lets out a roar of boos at the smack of Kenny’s back hitting concrete. Mankind rolls back into the ring to again break the count of the referee, but as he does Rosemary tags herself in, and enters the ring, to charge Raquel. But the referee is more focused on Mankind who has pulled Kenny Omega up and… MICK FOLEY PLACES KENNY OMEGA’S HEAD IN PILEDRIVER POSITION… NO MICK DON’T DO IT… STUMP PULLER PILEDR—NO KENNY FLIPS MANKIND OVER CAUSING HIM TO CRASH INTO THE ANNOUNCE TABLE!

    As Mankind crashes into the announce table the cameras cut back to the ring where Raquel has Rosemary up for the vertical suplex… hitting the first… then the second… going for the hat trick and the THREE AMIGAS… NO! ROSEMARY DROPS BEHIND RAQUEL! RAQUEL TURNS AROUND AND…. ROSEMARY SPITS GREEN MIST IN RAQUEL’S FACE! THE REF IS TOO BUSY CHECKING ON MICK AND KENNY! AS RAQUEL SCREAMS IN PAIN FROM THE POISON MIST, ROSEMARY LIFTS HER UP AND CONNECTS WITH THE RED WEDDING, DRIVING HER INTO THE MAT! ROSEMARY GOES FOR THE PIN, RIGHT AS THE REFEREE TURNS AROUND!

    ONE…

    TWO…

    THREE!!! ROSEMARY JUST BEAT THE WOMEN’S CHAMPION!


    JUSTIN ROBERTS : “Here are your winners... MANKIND... AND ROSEMAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!
  4. Adam Cole

    19 October 2017 - 02:43 AM

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    NAME
    Adam Cole

    NICKNAMES
    The Best Damn Pro Wrestler on the Planet
    The Industry Ruler
    The One

    HEIGHT
    5'11"

    WEIGHT
    210 lb.

    HOMETOWN
    Panama City, Florida

    DISPOSITION
    Heel

    ALLIES
    Kevin Owens (11/21/17 - Present)

    ADVERSARIES
    AJ Styles (11/12/17 - Present)

    ENTRANCE THEME & TITANTRON

    “Something for You” by David Rolfe

    FINISHING MANEUVERS
    Last Shot (Kneeling brainbuster)
    Shock the System (Shining wizard)

    SIGNATURE MANEUVERS
    Coleateral (Scoop brainbuster)
    Corona Crash (Inverted DDT)
    Corona Kick (Running single leg dropkick)
    Florida Key (Straight jacket suplex)
    Panama Sunrise (Diving front flip piledriver)
    Diving crossbody
    Enzuigiri
    Figure-four leglock
    Fireman's carry neckbreaker
    Gamengiri
    German suplex
    Superkick
    Wheelbarrow lifted and dropped into a double knee backbreaker

    PCW ACCOMPLISHMENTS
    PCW Television Champion (12/7/2017 - 12/17/2017)

    MATCH RECORD
    02 wins, 01 losses, 00 draws

    PCW HISTORY

    Takedown - October 24th, 2017 | In his very first appearance on PCW programming, Adam Cole introduces himself to the PCW universe, letting everyone know that he has his sights set on the top of the mountain.

    Old School Turmoil - November 4th, 2017 | While not scheduled to compete, Adam Cole would appear on the annual Old School edition of Turmoil, letting everyone know exactly what he thought of PCW's past - and clearly stating his intent to be its future.

    Zero Hour III - November 12th, 2017 | Despite not having an appearance scheduled for this pay-per-view event, The One made his presence known when he interrupted the debut of AJ Styles. Coming face to face with the Phenomenal One, Adam looked for a moment like he might shake AJ's hand, but ultimately refused; instead dropping out of the ring and exiting just as quickly, and with as much explanation, as he'd entered.

    Takedown - November 21st, 2017 | On the final edition of Takedown, Adam Cole would appear twice; first to address what happened at Zero Hour. Claiming to have interrupted AJ Styles' debut simply to make a statement, he formally challenged Styles to a match, asking that he come out and shake his hand to seal the deal. And while many had their doubts, sure enough, Adam would end up shaking AJ's hand, seemingly making it official - at some point in the near future, these two stars would collide. Predictably or not, that point would end up being later on in the night, when Styles would find himself on the receiving end of a superkick to the back of the head - courtesy of Kevin Owens! Adam Cole would quickly reveal himself as the mastermind behind this attack, cementing an alliance with the former Rising Champion, and a fierce rivalry with the Phenomenal One.

    Turmoil - November 23rd, 2017 | Adam Cole would pick up a huge win in his debut mach this night on Turmoil, as he defeated Curtis Axel to become the new number one contender to Marty Scurll's Television Championship. And while Cole (with no small assist from Kevin Owens...) dominated most of the match, he nearly saw the opportunity slip away when, in retaliation for what took place on Takedown, AJ Styles came out and attacked Kevin Owens at ringside. Despite this, however, The One managed to Shock the System (literally) and walk (run?) out of Little Rock with his tail between his legs, and as the number one contender. (01-00-00)

    SAMPLE ROLEPLAY

    Spoiler

  5. Pride Division Rules

    24 September 2017 - 10:22 PM

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    PRIDE DIVISION RULES

    In the Pride division, stars have -- or at least should have -- a mutual respect for each other, the ring, and the industry.

    A match contested under Pride rules is very simple and fair;

    Superstars are given 20 seconds before count-out.
    Superstars are given 10 seconds to get to a knee before knock-out.
    Three second ropebreak.
    Choking results in DQ.
    Each superstar is given three ropebreak bail-outs to submission or pinfall before ropebreaks are nullified.
    Submission hold time limit to 15 seconds before a break is enforced. Breaks are limited and included in the above ruling.
    The Pride Championship changes hands via pinfall, submission, DQ, knock-out or count-out.
    In the result of a double knock-out, the title does not change hands; but a rematch is booked on the next available show.

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    Gavoustemick Icon

    21 Nov 2017 - 21:34
    u fukn wot
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    Gavoustemick Icon

    19 Nov 2017 - 20:14
    oi
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    Schadenfreude Icon

    20 Oct 2017 - 20:45
    Happy birthday sir!
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    uh-lih-suh Icon

    20 Oct 2017 - 14:25
    Happy Birthday Tom! Hope it's a good one!
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    Scott Summers Icon

    20 Oct 2017 - 12:07
    Happy Birthday, sir, hope ya' have a good one!
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    Sean Icon

    26 Jun 2017 - 19:07
    I haven't got around to saying it -- But I really enjoy your work as Roode. Keep it up, bud.
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    Old Tom Icon

    23 May 2017 - 03:42
    My Discord crashed, but I am going to go to sleep anyway. pls offer feedback to my role play thx, and ask brett when sammy sosa will be in the nhl playoffs for me
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    𝐙𝐊 𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐑𝐀 Icon

    12 May 2017 - 18:16
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    Killing The Fed Icon

    26 Feb 2017 - 02:25
    Hey, man. Just wanted to tell ya' that I'm lovin' your RP so far! I'll comment on it as soon as I get back from this restaurant!
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    Revival Icon

    25 Feb 2017 - 23:03
    your match* (lol)
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    Revival Icon

    25 Feb 2017 - 23:03
    http://pcwrestling.n...ey-call-graves/ -- I once did an elevator scene with Corey Graves. You may have done it better. ;) good work, brother. Best of luck for your ...
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    Mr. Irrelevant Icon

    11 Jan 2017 - 07:29
    your orton is terrific.
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    Old Tom Icon

    14 Dec 2016 - 07:01
    Alright. You and Zach gotta stop changing your names. Anyway, I should be back on QQ and stuff soon. My computer's Harddrive is kill, and has been for about a week. New one is coming in on Thursday, so I should be back before the weekend, or during the weekend. Which probably means I'll have some kind of company, considering my luck. >_>
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    11 Dec 2016 - 15:17
    Thanks bruv. <3
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    24 Oct 2016 - 05:11
    Sorry for not being on QQ. I've felt like crap for most of the day because of my asthma. I'll be around after work tomorrow\today, most likely though.
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