Dean
July 10th, 2007, 06:23 PM
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Richmond Coliseum – Richmond, Virginia – 13,500 Fans
[07.06.07]
Match one:
Richard Storrs versus John Frederick
Exhibition: Singles
Debuting wrestler, John Frederick, hopes to make a big impact in the Pro Wrestling Warriors world as he’s set to face Richard Storrs, the Rich Snob himself. Frederick uses his size to gain an immediate advantage over Richard Storrs, over whom he has an immense strength advantage. He connects with a German Suplex that shows he’s come to Pro Wrestling Warriors to make an impact. Storrs moves out of the way as Frederick tried to spear him in the corner, causing the newcomer’s shoulder to collide with hard steel. Richard takes advantage with a few modified armlock, using a jujigatame cross armbar to keep the big man on the mat. Frederick reaches the ropes easily, using his long legs. Storrs is again on the receiving end of some punishment from the brawler out of Canton, Ohio, but it doesn’t take long for Richard to exploit the weakened shoulder. He applies a Fujiwara Armbar that nearly sees Big John tap out, but Frederick manages to counter into a sidewalk slam. He’s unable to capitalize, however, and Storrs connects with a side Russian Leg Sweep for two. Richard attempts to end things with the Dollar Mark, but Frederick tosses him overhead and catches Storrs with a big boot for an extreme near fall of two and nine-tenths. An attempt at the Devil’s Chokeslam doesn’t end well for Frederick, as Storrs counters into another armlock. Frederick manages to escape, but Storrs dropkicks the arm and delivers a single arm DDT that almost secures him victory. Frederick knows he has to make a comeback soon if he hopes to win this thing, and he tries to deliver a powerbomb, but Storrs counters at the top of the move into a Samurai Driver! One, two, three!
Winner: Richard Storrs via Pinfall at 7:30
Storrs celebrates and heads to the back after that victory, leaving a frustrated John Frederick in the ring, nursing his arm. Some fans applaud his effort…
Following a commercial break, we return to see Richard Storrs in the backstage area, still a bit tired from his match. He walks into the locker room and spots somebody who’s off camera.
Richard Storrs:
I’ve been looking for you. I have a very interesting… proposition.
Richard fans five hundred-dollar bills in his hand.
Richard Storrs:
It turns out your opponent tonight is ahead of me in the Traditional Rankings. If you take him out of commission tonight, then you can collect your reward… Heh.
The camera zooms over as Bryan Murkin, the Hired Gun himself, gets to his feet. He grins a bit and reaches for the money, but Storrs jerks it back.
Richard Storrs:
Nuh-uh… Not until the deal is done, my fervent friend.
Murkin grins and rubs his hands together and then heads out of the locker room, leaving a smiling Richard Storrs behind…
Match two:
Brett Stokes versus Bryan Murkin
Exhibition: Singles
With five hundred Benjamins on the line, it seems that Murkin has found some new motivation in this match-up. Things start off like a game of cat and mouse, complete with Murkin chasing Stokes around ringside. Maria Rounds stays out of harm’s way by keeping near the announcer’s table. Stokes slides inside the ring and outsmarts Murkin, stomping him. He drops an elbow on his back and rolls him over, but doesn’t even get a one count. Stokes throws a lot of strikes at this 6’4, 260 pound mercenary, but Murkin catches Brett off guard with a stiff clothesline that sends him to the mat. Murkin drops Stokes stomach-first on the top rope with a front suplex and then kicks him so hard in the mouth he flies off and crashes against the steel barricade! Murkin tosses Stokes into the steel ring steps, taking full advantage of the ten count on the outside. Once back inside, a blatant choke further weakens The Idol.
Murkin gets a near fall and then works over the neck some more, applying a rear chinlock. Stokes battles back, but it’s an uphill struggle against a man so much larger than he. A few punches to the head rock Murkin, but he takes Stokes down again with a back elbow. Murkin attempts a powerbomb, but Stokes counters into a huracarrana that nearly gets the win. Murkin goes back to work on the neck, using a few suplexes to weaken Stokes. He says it’s time to end things and attempts the Morbid Future. Stokes manages to fight out of the Iron Claw with a few kicks to the rubs and runs to the ropes. Murkin lifts him up with ease, into a military press, but Stokes drops out and grabs Murkin – CRUCIFIX ROLL-UP DRIVER~! One, two, three!
Winner: Brett Stokes via Pinfall at 8:15
The fans cheer as Stokes gets to his feet, celebrating with Maria, but Murkin gets back to his feet and nails Stokes in the back of the head with a forearm. He pulls Stokes to his feet and delivers a piledriver, driving Stokes onto his neck! The fans boo as Maria looks terrified, fleeing the ring. Murkin intimidates her a bit and then heads to the back to collect his reward…
Match three:
Michael Simons versus Kaimutsu
Exhibition: Hardcore
Simons has walked into a world of hurt against the Big Man from Japan tonight. Kaimutsu has been sent in to destroy Simons by James Simpson, and I’m sure a lot of clams are at stake for the Japanese Giant in this fight. Simons comes to the ring with a Singapore Cane in his hand and immediately slides inside. Kaimutsu takes a swing, but Mike ducks and cracks him in the thigh with the cane. Kaimutsu tries again to grab Simons, but to no avail, as Simons avoids it and nails Kaimutsu in the back. Simons tries to evade a third time, but cannot, as Kaimutsu grabs him around the throat and tosses him overhead across the ring. Simons drops the Singapore cane, which Kaimutsu picks up and breaks over his knee, realizing it’ll do him more harm than Simons. He wants to crush Michael with his bare hands…
Kaimutsu pulls Simons to his feet and attempts a back suplex, but Michael flips all the way over and lands behind the giant, before kicking him between the legs. Kaimutsu doubles over, and Michael runs to the ropes before returning with a tornado DDT! Cover… one, two, NO! Kaimutsu kicks out. Simons’ stops are ineffective as Kaimutsu gets to his feet and powerslams Mikey. K-Zilla decides it’s time to make this match a little more extreme and he gets a chair from ringside. Kaimutsu charges Simons in the corner, but the Man of Steel puts the steel chair into Kaimutsu’s face with a dropkick. Another DDT, this time on the chair, nearly gets Michael the pinfall, but this gargantuan Asian just won’t stay down. Simons goes to the top rope, but Kaimutsu crotches him. After a few clubbing forearms, this 650 pound monster tries to climb the ropes to attack Simons. Miraculously, the ropes don’t snap as K-Zilla stands on them. Simons battles back and begins biting Kaimutsu and then grabs him into a front facelock… SUPER TORNADO DDT! No! Kaimutsu throws Simons off!
Kaimutsu… f*cking… stands on the top rope now. FAT MAN SPLASH! Simons moves, and the whole ring almost collapses. Kaimutsu gets to his feet and Simons nails him between the eyes with a steel chair. Kaimutsu barely budges. Simons cracks K-Zilla four or five times in the skull, then runs to the ropes and nails a vicious charging shot with the chair that finally takes the big man down. Simons goes back to the top rope and jumps off… Shooting Star Press! Kaimutsu kicks out in the nick of time. Simons can’t believe it, but not to be deterred, he grabs the steel chair and heads to the top rope. Kaimutsu gets up, and The Man of Steel jumps off the top rope and cracks K-Zilla in the head with the chair, sending him to the mat. Simons isn’t done yet. He grabs Kaimutsu into a dragon sleeper. Kaimutsu refuses to tap and starts to pull himself up, but Simons snaps back with a Blind Eye Halo onto the steel chair! One, two, three!
Winner: Michael Simons via Pinfall at 10:39
Simons gets another big win and thwarts Simpson’s attempt to ruin his winning streak…
Cameron Mitchell versus Blake Straker
Exhibition: Singles
These two men lay it all on the line, showing the world what it means to be a Pro Wrestling Warrior~! (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=538845) Straker has Mitchell weakened and in his sights, but as he attempts to lock on the Snake Charmer, Mitchell counters into the Breakdown! One, two, thre-WHAT? Straker kicks out of one of Mitchell’s most devastating moves. Mitchell climbs to the top rope, ready to go high risk to end this man, but Straker shoves the referee into the ropes. Mitchell gets crotched, and Straker climbs the ropes. Blake brings Mitchell back in the hard way with a superplex. He gets a two and a half, but Mitchell just won’t die. Straker is ready to kill him, though, as he finally applies the Snake Charmer. Mitchell grabs the referee and mule kicks Blake in the crotch. Straker doubles over, and Mitchell runs to the ropes, but Blake catches his crossbody attempt and turns it into the Spellbinder! One, two, three! Blake Straker has done it!
Winner: Blake Straker via Pinfall at 14:22
Murderous Intent © versus The Grandstands
Exhibition: Hardcore Tag Team; PWW World Tag Team Titles
The World Tag Team Champions are definitely not on the same page going into this match. Vinaldi and Bauer decide it’s best to just divide and conquer. Vinaldi brawls with Reed as Bauer and Vista exchange shots. The Grandstands seize the advantage. Bauer nearly gets put through a table by Vista with a Razor’s Edge, but Vinaldi pulls Bauer down at the last minute. They then get into an argument. Vista goes to hit Bauer with a clothesline, but Vinaldi shoves Bauer and ducks, making sure to avoid it. Bauer gets pissed over this, but doesn’t have time to argue with Drake, as Reed catches him from behind with a heel kick. Vinaldi grabs Reed and attempts a powerbomb, but gets taken down with a huracarrana. Reed and Vista set a table up inside the ring and place Vinaldi onto it. Reed goes to the top rope as Vista holds him down, but Bauer takes care of Mike Vista with a Lariat. Drake gets off the table and runs up the ropes. He nails Reed with a few shots and then Superplexes him through the table! That one almost got the win, but Reed barely gets a shoulder up in time.
Vinaldi climbs to the top this time, looking for his patented Lunatic High, but Vista disposes of Bauer on the outside and shoves Vinaldi off the top rope. Reed then catches Drake with the Headliner, but that only gets two. Vista tosses a few chairs inside and sets them up so that they face each other. He lifts Vinaldi and tries to powerbomb him, but Bauer slides inside and clips his knee, letting Vinaldi sit on his chest. Reed kicks Drake in the face to knock him off, but Vinaldi gets back to his feet and returns the favor, kicking Reed so hard he falls out of the ring. Vinaldi and Bauer grab Vista and set up the Total Elimination, but Vista manages to shove them against each other, and they start to fight. Vista grabs a chair and bashes Vinaldi’s skull in. Bauer goes for a big kick, but Vista ducks and clocks him in the head, too. Reed slides inside, and Vista grabs Bauer into the wheelbarrow suplex. He lifts him, and Reed connects with the Headliner! STEALING THE SPOTLIGHT~! One, two… VINALDI OFF THE TOP ROPE WTFBWAH?! Drake nails a Lunatic High onto the back of Michael Vista to break up the pin!
Vinaldi throws Vista out of the ring and catches Reed with a spinning back kick to the stomach. He attempts a Fisherman’s Driver, but Reed blocks it with a knee to the head and nails a spinning neckbreaker. Reed runs to the ropes for a Lionsault, but Drake gets his knees up and then grabs a chair and tosses it at Reed, smacking him in the face. Vinaldi charges – Torpedo Dropkick to the stomach! Reed collapses against the turnbuckle pads. Vinaldi scrapes his face and runs to the opposite side of the ring for the face wash, but Vista grabs him and pulls him out of the ring, Irish whipping Drake into the steel guardrail. Bauer is back to his feet and charges off the ropes and clotheslines the sh*t out of Reed. One, two, thr-
The lights go out! What the hell is this? They come back on, and Studio 54 is beating the hell out of Will Bauer! The crowd boos as James Simpson appears on the entryway with Veronica on his arm…
James Simpson:
I must be getting senile. You see, in my old age, I forgot to mention that this is a THREE-way hardcore match, featuring Studio 54. Well, good luck everyone. I have some… ahem… business to take care of.
Simpson motions suggestively toward Veronica and they head to the back as Studio 54 brings a ladder inside the ring. They lie it on the mat and places Bauer on top. Taurus springs off the middle rope with a Lionsault, crushing Bauer! One, two, NO! Bauer kicks out! Vista is inside, but Studio 54 takes him out with a Panty Raid, their version of the Total Elimination! Those bastards! But it’s Drake Vinaldi, and he’s got a steel chair. He bashes Nexus in the skull. Taurus manages to duck under a shot and kicks Vinaldi in the ring. Drake throws the chair down and says “So that’s how you wanna play, huh, bitch?” He proceeds to kick Reed a few times in the legs, but from the crowd – It’s Damon Black and Alex Michaels! What the hell are they doing?! Black and Michaels attack Vinaldi from behind with chair shots of their own. They beat him down with the two steel chairs. Black takes Reed out with the chair and tosses him out of the ring. Michaels sees Bauer trying to get back inside and superkicks him once he does. Black and Michaels choke Bauer with the end of the chairs. Taurus goes to the top of one corner. Nexus goes to the top of the opposite corner. Michaels goes to the top of a third corner, and Black goes to the top of a fourth. Taurus leaps off onto Bauer first, with a Moonsault. He moves him so Black can hit a Frog Splash! Michaels jumps off the top rope with his Perfect Elbow! And finally, Nexus nails the Firebird Splash! Studio 54 cover Will Bauer… one, two, three!
Winners and NEW PWW World Tag Team Champions: Studio 54 via Pinfall at 12:19
The crowd boos immensely as Studio 54 get the titles and hang them from their waists. All four men in the ring raise their arms in the air…
After a commercial, we go backstage, where Carl Tuckerson tries to get a word with these four gentlemen, but they shove past him as Michaels goes to the ring for his Title match against Tristan Novak, which is UP NEXT~!
Tristan Novak © versus Alex Michaels
Exhibition: Singles; PWW Traditional Title
Two of the top athletes in the world will square up once again in this contest for the PWW Traditional Title. The crowd boos Michaels heavily in the beginning, but the referee makes Studio 54 and Damon Black leave the ringside area. Michaels and Novak start things off with a fast pace, each man countering one another. Michaels nails an arm drag, but Novak retaliates with his own. Michaels connects with a snapmare, but Novak avoids an attempt at a kick by catching his foot and nailing a dragon leg screw. The two men are going hold for hold, move for move, so much that they eventually get gassed and have to stop, staring each other down. The crowd cheers the action, enjoying every minute of it… Novak manages to put a stop to this even contest with a kick that looked pretty low. He takes control of the match, slowing down the pace a bit, which is ironic considering that Novak is the superior high flier. He remains in control until Alex manages to fight out of a sleeper with a body scissors by breaking the hold around his neck and turning so he can pound Novak’s face in. Novak reaches the ropes and forces a break and refuses to let go of the ropes. Michaels tries to grab him, but Novak kicks him in the stomach and then uses the ropes to lift himself and wrap his legs around Michaels’ neck, snapping off a headscissors takeover.
Novak goes back to focusing on the ground game, showing he can be just as versatile as Alex Michaels. Michaels again battles back, this time countering a huracarrana attempt with a sick powerbomb. Michaels is gassed but gets back to his feet and fights off a few of Novak’s attempts before nailing a modified ace crusher. Both men are down, but Tristan gets to his feet first. Michaels charges, and Tristan ducks under a clothesline attempt while pulling the top rope down, sending Michaels to the outside floor. Suddenly, a man jumps from the crowd wielding a lead pipe. It’s Jason Noe! He’s back again! He nails Michaels in the back of the head, in plain view of the referee, warranting a disqualification…
Winner: Alex Michaels via Disqualification
STILL PWW Traditional Champion: Tristan Novak
Noe grins evilly and heads through the crowd before security, Studio 54, Damon Black, or Tristan Novak could get their hands on him. What a weasel.
Roderick Brookes storms into James Simpson's office, slamming the door so hard it falls off its hinges for the billionth time. Brookes grabs Simpson by the shirt and slams him against the wall.
Roderick Brookes:WHAT'D YOU F*CKING THINK I WOULDN'T FIND OUT?
For once, Simpson looks intimidated
James Simpson: F-Find out what? I haven't kept anything from you Roddy. You know I wouldn't. We've known each other for too long for that.
Roderick Brookes: Oh don't give me that "we've been friends for so long" bullsh*t! You're nothing but a f*cking backstabbing, self-involved, selfish, worthless, son of a bitch, and you know it.
James Simpson: Roderick. You knew I had to do that f-
Roderick Brookes: James. I wish you would shut up. Just once. You think you can push me around to get your buddies over. You think you can just have me lay down and take it in the ass when you need someone to look good to get your ratings up? And now what. You're going to bury me again? You think just because I've wanted to work with Darius for so long that throwing this whole thing into my lap'll keep me from getting that f*cking belt? That belt doesn't mean sh*t the way you book things here. Van Leer wins it, and then what? He holds it until the company DIES? I thought that was my gimmick.
James Simpson: Roderick. Don't do this. You'll get your shot when you ear-
Roderick Brookes:WHEN I F*CKING EARN IT? I ALREADY F*CKING EARNED IT. I put up with Linden. I put up with Van Leer. I put up with every sh*tty match you had me carry someone through. I f*cking earned my shot. Then you decide you'll stop me for the benefit of one of your friends?
James Simpson: Roddy we'll put you in a spot in the tournament. Darius can wait. You'll have a ch-
Roderick Brookes: A chance? You had your chance. I gave you plenty, James. Consider this your notice. I'm f*cking done with you. I'm done with this company. And i'm done with this industry.
Brookes sneers at Simpson and spits in his face, before flooring him with a very stiff european uppercut! The last move Brookes will ever do on PWW television, and Simpson caught it directly in the teeth. Ironic.
Main Event:
Lance Van Leer © versus AJ Cross
Exhibition: Singles; PWW World Heavyweight Title
The World Heavyweight Champion goes into this match with many advantages, but one that he doesn’t have on his side is the reaction of the crowd, as they give AJ Cross the biggest pop of the night while he walks to the ring in his hometown of Richmond, Virginia. Cross starts things off like a bullet, going right after Van Leer. He nails LVL with repeated chops and punches before connecting with a dropkick. LVL rolls out of the ring, but AJ is relentless, chasing the World Champ around the ring. LVL slides inside and kicks Cross in the face as he tries to get in. Van Leer connects with a snap suplex and then starts choking the challenger as the crowd boos. Van Leer plays to the crowd, letting Cross get some rest. LVL turns around and gets dropped with a superkick! One, two, NO! Cross almost stole one within the first few minutes of the match!
AJ stays on the offensive, but as he’s pounding LVL in the corner, doing ten punches to the delight of the crowd, LVL thumbs him in the eye and then powerbombs him off the ropes. Van Leer makes a cover, getting two. Van Leer makes a second cover, this time putting his feet on the ropes, but the ref catches it and tells him to cut it out. LVL applies a sleeper, trying to wear Cross down, but AJ battles back. It’s still early in the contest, and AJ has some gas left in the tank. He counters LVL’s hold with a back suplex and gets another two count. Cross climbs to the top rope as Van Leer gets up and connects with a high crossbody! LVL kicks out at two. AJ charges Van Leer this time, trying to take him down with a lariat, but LVL swiftly counters with a tiltawhirl backbreaker, driving AJ’s back across his knee. Van Leer grabs AJ’s legs and applies the No Leaf Clover! AJ’s back is in a world of pain as he tries to crawl to the ropes, but Van Leer brings him back to the middle of the ring and sits on him.
It looks like it’s all over for Cross, but the fans chant his name, and he slowly inches his way back to the ropes and grabs hold, forcing LVL off. Van Leer raises his arms, thinking he has won, but the referee tells him otherwise. This momentary distraction allows Cross to roll LVL up from behind with a schoolboy, but the World Champ kicks out before three, just in the nick of time. Cross gets caught with a knee to the gut and a snap DDT that brings his momentum to a screeching halt. Van Leer crouches in the corner, preparing the Van Leer Spear, and really making the crowd mad as he taunts Cross. Scarlett, who is at the commentary table, cheers her man on. LVL charges, but Cross counters with an enzuigiri! LVL falls back, holding his head. Cross digs down deep and makes the cover, but it just isn’t enough.
AJ pounds the mat and gets to his feet. He motions for LVL to get to his as well and attempts the Cross Cutter, but Van Leer shoves AJ into the ropes and nails the Van Leer Spear! A momentary delay from LVL due to his dazed state may have cost him the pin there, as AJ just barely gets his foot on the lower rope before three. LVL tries to pull Cross to his feet, but he blocks it and attempts the Cross Cutter. He almost nailed it, but LVL shoves Cross into the corner turnbuckles. He grabs AJ from behind and tries the German suplex. AJ blocks that with some back elbows and then goes behind with his own waistlock. German Suplex on LVL! He grabs Van Leer and attempts a Brainbuster, but LVL blocks it with a few punches to the stomach and places Cross on the top rope.
A palm strike stuns Cross as LVL climbs to the top and sets up a big superplex. AJ blocks it, however, using fists to the stomach of his own and throws LVL off. AJ brings his feet onto the middle ropes and stands as LVL, stunned, gets to his feet. Van Leer dropkicks Cross, causing him to almost fall off the middle rope, but he catches himself. LVL tries to climb up again, but Cross rakes his eyes and grabs him into a cravate… CROSS CUTTER NUMERO DOS~! AJ nails his new finisher on Lance Van Leer! He hooks the leg… one, two, three! HOLY SH*T!
Winner and NEW Pro Wrestling Warriors World Heavyweight Champion: AJ Cross via Pinfall at 16:20
The fans are going crazy, but Scarlett gets up irate. She points out that LVL’s foot was clearly on the bottom rope, but the referee somehow missed it. AJ raises his arms in the air with the World Title, celebrating as he kisses the big gold belt and wraps it around his waist. The referee sees the foot was on the ropes, but Cross is long gone, as he runs out of the ring and jumps in the crowd, who body surfs the new PWW World Champion around the arena… Yippee skippy.
OOC: Yeah, these took way longer than they should’ve. I can list my excuses or whatever, but it’s pointless.
Faust made me post his stupid leaving promo instead of just quitting, so all the credit goes to him.
Expect a promo really soon about the World Title situation. Either late tonight after I get off work, or very early tomorrow morning.
Richmond Coliseum – Richmond, Virginia – 13,500 Fans
[07.06.07]
Match one:
Richard Storrs versus John Frederick
Exhibition: Singles
Debuting wrestler, John Frederick, hopes to make a big impact in the Pro Wrestling Warriors world as he’s set to face Richard Storrs, the Rich Snob himself. Frederick uses his size to gain an immediate advantage over Richard Storrs, over whom he has an immense strength advantage. He connects with a German Suplex that shows he’s come to Pro Wrestling Warriors to make an impact. Storrs moves out of the way as Frederick tried to spear him in the corner, causing the newcomer’s shoulder to collide with hard steel. Richard takes advantage with a few modified armlock, using a jujigatame cross armbar to keep the big man on the mat. Frederick reaches the ropes easily, using his long legs. Storrs is again on the receiving end of some punishment from the brawler out of Canton, Ohio, but it doesn’t take long for Richard to exploit the weakened shoulder. He applies a Fujiwara Armbar that nearly sees Big John tap out, but Frederick manages to counter into a sidewalk slam. He’s unable to capitalize, however, and Storrs connects with a side Russian Leg Sweep for two. Richard attempts to end things with the Dollar Mark, but Frederick tosses him overhead and catches Storrs with a big boot for an extreme near fall of two and nine-tenths. An attempt at the Devil’s Chokeslam doesn’t end well for Frederick, as Storrs counters into another armlock. Frederick manages to escape, but Storrs dropkicks the arm and delivers a single arm DDT that almost secures him victory. Frederick knows he has to make a comeback soon if he hopes to win this thing, and he tries to deliver a powerbomb, but Storrs counters at the top of the move into a Samurai Driver! One, two, three!
Winner: Richard Storrs via Pinfall at 7:30
Storrs celebrates and heads to the back after that victory, leaving a frustrated John Frederick in the ring, nursing his arm. Some fans applaud his effort…
Following a commercial break, we return to see Richard Storrs in the backstage area, still a bit tired from his match. He walks into the locker room and spots somebody who’s off camera.
Richard Storrs:
I’ve been looking for you. I have a very interesting… proposition.
Richard fans five hundred-dollar bills in his hand.
Richard Storrs:
It turns out your opponent tonight is ahead of me in the Traditional Rankings. If you take him out of commission tonight, then you can collect your reward… Heh.
The camera zooms over as Bryan Murkin, the Hired Gun himself, gets to his feet. He grins a bit and reaches for the money, but Storrs jerks it back.
Richard Storrs:
Nuh-uh… Not until the deal is done, my fervent friend.
Murkin grins and rubs his hands together and then heads out of the locker room, leaving a smiling Richard Storrs behind…
Match two:
Brett Stokes versus Bryan Murkin
Exhibition: Singles
With five hundred Benjamins on the line, it seems that Murkin has found some new motivation in this match-up. Things start off like a game of cat and mouse, complete with Murkin chasing Stokes around ringside. Maria Rounds stays out of harm’s way by keeping near the announcer’s table. Stokes slides inside the ring and outsmarts Murkin, stomping him. He drops an elbow on his back and rolls him over, but doesn’t even get a one count. Stokes throws a lot of strikes at this 6’4, 260 pound mercenary, but Murkin catches Brett off guard with a stiff clothesline that sends him to the mat. Murkin drops Stokes stomach-first on the top rope with a front suplex and then kicks him so hard in the mouth he flies off and crashes against the steel barricade! Murkin tosses Stokes into the steel ring steps, taking full advantage of the ten count on the outside. Once back inside, a blatant choke further weakens The Idol.
Murkin gets a near fall and then works over the neck some more, applying a rear chinlock. Stokes battles back, but it’s an uphill struggle against a man so much larger than he. A few punches to the head rock Murkin, but he takes Stokes down again with a back elbow. Murkin attempts a powerbomb, but Stokes counters into a huracarrana that nearly gets the win. Murkin goes back to work on the neck, using a few suplexes to weaken Stokes. He says it’s time to end things and attempts the Morbid Future. Stokes manages to fight out of the Iron Claw with a few kicks to the rubs and runs to the ropes. Murkin lifts him up with ease, into a military press, but Stokes drops out and grabs Murkin – CRUCIFIX ROLL-UP DRIVER~! One, two, three!
Winner: Brett Stokes via Pinfall at 8:15
The fans cheer as Stokes gets to his feet, celebrating with Maria, but Murkin gets back to his feet and nails Stokes in the back of the head with a forearm. He pulls Stokes to his feet and delivers a piledriver, driving Stokes onto his neck! The fans boo as Maria looks terrified, fleeing the ring. Murkin intimidates her a bit and then heads to the back to collect his reward…
Match three:
Michael Simons versus Kaimutsu
Exhibition: Hardcore
Simons has walked into a world of hurt against the Big Man from Japan tonight. Kaimutsu has been sent in to destroy Simons by James Simpson, and I’m sure a lot of clams are at stake for the Japanese Giant in this fight. Simons comes to the ring with a Singapore Cane in his hand and immediately slides inside. Kaimutsu takes a swing, but Mike ducks and cracks him in the thigh with the cane. Kaimutsu tries again to grab Simons, but to no avail, as Simons avoids it and nails Kaimutsu in the back. Simons tries to evade a third time, but cannot, as Kaimutsu grabs him around the throat and tosses him overhead across the ring. Simons drops the Singapore cane, which Kaimutsu picks up and breaks over his knee, realizing it’ll do him more harm than Simons. He wants to crush Michael with his bare hands…
Kaimutsu pulls Simons to his feet and attempts a back suplex, but Michael flips all the way over and lands behind the giant, before kicking him between the legs. Kaimutsu doubles over, and Michael runs to the ropes before returning with a tornado DDT! Cover… one, two, NO! Kaimutsu kicks out. Simons’ stops are ineffective as Kaimutsu gets to his feet and powerslams Mikey. K-Zilla decides it’s time to make this match a little more extreme and he gets a chair from ringside. Kaimutsu charges Simons in the corner, but the Man of Steel puts the steel chair into Kaimutsu’s face with a dropkick. Another DDT, this time on the chair, nearly gets Michael the pinfall, but this gargantuan Asian just won’t stay down. Simons goes to the top rope, but Kaimutsu crotches him. After a few clubbing forearms, this 650 pound monster tries to climb the ropes to attack Simons. Miraculously, the ropes don’t snap as K-Zilla stands on them. Simons battles back and begins biting Kaimutsu and then grabs him into a front facelock… SUPER TORNADO DDT! No! Kaimutsu throws Simons off!
Kaimutsu… f*cking… stands on the top rope now. FAT MAN SPLASH! Simons moves, and the whole ring almost collapses. Kaimutsu gets to his feet and Simons nails him between the eyes with a steel chair. Kaimutsu barely budges. Simons cracks K-Zilla four or five times in the skull, then runs to the ropes and nails a vicious charging shot with the chair that finally takes the big man down. Simons goes back to the top rope and jumps off… Shooting Star Press! Kaimutsu kicks out in the nick of time. Simons can’t believe it, but not to be deterred, he grabs the steel chair and heads to the top rope. Kaimutsu gets up, and The Man of Steel jumps off the top rope and cracks K-Zilla in the head with the chair, sending him to the mat. Simons isn’t done yet. He grabs Kaimutsu into a dragon sleeper. Kaimutsu refuses to tap and starts to pull himself up, but Simons snaps back with a Blind Eye Halo onto the steel chair! One, two, three!
Winner: Michael Simons via Pinfall at 10:39
Simons gets another big win and thwarts Simpson’s attempt to ruin his winning streak…
Cameron Mitchell versus Blake Straker
Exhibition: Singles
These two men lay it all on the line, showing the world what it means to be a Pro Wrestling Warrior~! (http://forums.gamewinners.com/forums/showthread.php?t=538845) Straker has Mitchell weakened and in his sights, but as he attempts to lock on the Snake Charmer, Mitchell counters into the Breakdown! One, two, thre-WHAT? Straker kicks out of one of Mitchell’s most devastating moves. Mitchell climbs to the top rope, ready to go high risk to end this man, but Straker shoves the referee into the ropes. Mitchell gets crotched, and Straker climbs the ropes. Blake brings Mitchell back in the hard way with a superplex. He gets a two and a half, but Mitchell just won’t die. Straker is ready to kill him, though, as he finally applies the Snake Charmer. Mitchell grabs the referee and mule kicks Blake in the crotch. Straker doubles over, and Mitchell runs to the ropes, but Blake catches his crossbody attempt and turns it into the Spellbinder! One, two, three! Blake Straker has done it!
Winner: Blake Straker via Pinfall at 14:22
Murderous Intent © versus The Grandstands
Exhibition: Hardcore Tag Team; PWW World Tag Team Titles
The World Tag Team Champions are definitely not on the same page going into this match. Vinaldi and Bauer decide it’s best to just divide and conquer. Vinaldi brawls with Reed as Bauer and Vista exchange shots. The Grandstands seize the advantage. Bauer nearly gets put through a table by Vista with a Razor’s Edge, but Vinaldi pulls Bauer down at the last minute. They then get into an argument. Vista goes to hit Bauer with a clothesline, but Vinaldi shoves Bauer and ducks, making sure to avoid it. Bauer gets pissed over this, but doesn’t have time to argue with Drake, as Reed catches him from behind with a heel kick. Vinaldi grabs Reed and attempts a powerbomb, but gets taken down with a huracarrana. Reed and Vista set a table up inside the ring and place Vinaldi onto it. Reed goes to the top rope as Vista holds him down, but Bauer takes care of Mike Vista with a Lariat. Drake gets off the table and runs up the ropes. He nails Reed with a few shots and then Superplexes him through the table! That one almost got the win, but Reed barely gets a shoulder up in time.
Vinaldi climbs to the top this time, looking for his patented Lunatic High, but Vista disposes of Bauer on the outside and shoves Vinaldi off the top rope. Reed then catches Drake with the Headliner, but that only gets two. Vista tosses a few chairs inside and sets them up so that they face each other. He lifts Vinaldi and tries to powerbomb him, but Bauer slides inside and clips his knee, letting Vinaldi sit on his chest. Reed kicks Drake in the face to knock him off, but Vinaldi gets back to his feet and returns the favor, kicking Reed so hard he falls out of the ring. Vinaldi and Bauer grab Vista and set up the Total Elimination, but Vista manages to shove them against each other, and they start to fight. Vista grabs a chair and bashes Vinaldi’s skull in. Bauer goes for a big kick, but Vista ducks and clocks him in the head, too. Reed slides inside, and Vista grabs Bauer into the wheelbarrow suplex. He lifts him, and Reed connects with the Headliner! STEALING THE SPOTLIGHT~! One, two… VINALDI OFF THE TOP ROPE WTFBWAH?! Drake nails a Lunatic High onto the back of Michael Vista to break up the pin!
Vinaldi throws Vista out of the ring and catches Reed with a spinning back kick to the stomach. He attempts a Fisherman’s Driver, but Reed blocks it with a knee to the head and nails a spinning neckbreaker. Reed runs to the ropes for a Lionsault, but Drake gets his knees up and then grabs a chair and tosses it at Reed, smacking him in the face. Vinaldi charges – Torpedo Dropkick to the stomach! Reed collapses against the turnbuckle pads. Vinaldi scrapes his face and runs to the opposite side of the ring for the face wash, but Vista grabs him and pulls him out of the ring, Irish whipping Drake into the steel guardrail. Bauer is back to his feet and charges off the ropes and clotheslines the sh*t out of Reed. One, two, thr-
The lights go out! What the hell is this? They come back on, and Studio 54 is beating the hell out of Will Bauer! The crowd boos as James Simpson appears on the entryway with Veronica on his arm…
James Simpson:
I must be getting senile. You see, in my old age, I forgot to mention that this is a THREE-way hardcore match, featuring Studio 54. Well, good luck everyone. I have some… ahem… business to take care of.
Simpson motions suggestively toward Veronica and they head to the back as Studio 54 brings a ladder inside the ring. They lie it on the mat and places Bauer on top. Taurus springs off the middle rope with a Lionsault, crushing Bauer! One, two, NO! Bauer kicks out! Vista is inside, but Studio 54 takes him out with a Panty Raid, their version of the Total Elimination! Those bastards! But it’s Drake Vinaldi, and he’s got a steel chair. He bashes Nexus in the skull. Taurus manages to duck under a shot and kicks Vinaldi in the ring. Drake throws the chair down and says “So that’s how you wanna play, huh, bitch?” He proceeds to kick Reed a few times in the legs, but from the crowd – It’s Damon Black and Alex Michaels! What the hell are they doing?! Black and Michaels attack Vinaldi from behind with chair shots of their own. They beat him down with the two steel chairs. Black takes Reed out with the chair and tosses him out of the ring. Michaels sees Bauer trying to get back inside and superkicks him once he does. Black and Michaels choke Bauer with the end of the chairs. Taurus goes to the top of one corner. Nexus goes to the top of the opposite corner. Michaels goes to the top of a third corner, and Black goes to the top of a fourth. Taurus leaps off onto Bauer first, with a Moonsault. He moves him so Black can hit a Frog Splash! Michaels jumps off the top rope with his Perfect Elbow! And finally, Nexus nails the Firebird Splash! Studio 54 cover Will Bauer… one, two, three!
Winners and NEW PWW World Tag Team Champions: Studio 54 via Pinfall at 12:19
The crowd boos immensely as Studio 54 get the titles and hang them from their waists. All four men in the ring raise their arms in the air…
After a commercial, we go backstage, where Carl Tuckerson tries to get a word with these four gentlemen, but they shove past him as Michaels goes to the ring for his Title match against Tristan Novak, which is UP NEXT~!
Tristan Novak © versus Alex Michaels
Exhibition: Singles; PWW Traditional Title
Two of the top athletes in the world will square up once again in this contest for the PWW Traditional Title. The crowd boos Michaels heavily in the beginning, but the referee makes Studio 54 and Damon Black leave the ringside area. Michaels and Novak start things off with a fast pace, each man countering one another. Michaels nails an arm drag, but Novak retaliates with his own. Michaels connects with a snapmare, but Novak avoids an attempt at a kick by catching his foot and nailing a dragon leg screw. The two men are going hold for hold, move for move, so much that they eventually get gassed and have to stop, staring each other down. The crowd cheers the action, enjoying every minute of it… Novak manages to put a stop to this even contest with a kick that looked pretty low. He takes control of the match, slowing down the pace a bit, which is ironic considering that Novak is the superior high flier. He remains in control until Alex manages to fight out of a sleeper with a body scissors by breaking the hold around his neck and turning so he can pound Novak’s face in. Novak reaches the ropes and forces a break and refuses to let go of the ropes. Michaels tries to grab him, but Novak kicks him in the stomach and then uses the ropes to lift himself and wrap his legs around Michaels’ neck, snapping off a headscissors takeover.
Novak goes back to focusing on the ground game, showing he can be just as versatile as Alex Michaels. Michaels again battles back, this time countering a huracarrana attempt with a sick powerbomb. Michaels is gassed but gets back to his feet and fights off a few of Novak’s attempts before nailing a modified ace crusher. Both men are down, but Tristan gets to his feet first. Michaels charges, and Tristan ducks under a clothesline attempt while pulling the top rope down, sending Michaels to the outside floor. Suddenly, a man jumps from the crowd wielding a lead pipe. It’s Jason Noe! He’s back again! He nails Michaels in the back of the head, in plain view of the referee, warranting a disqualification…
Winner: Alex Michaels via Disqualification
STILL PWW Traditional Champion: Tristan Novak
Noe grins evilly and heads through the crowd before security, Studio 54, Damon Black, or Tristan Novak could get their hands on him. What a weasel.
Roderick Brookes storms into James Simpson's office, slamming the door so hard it falls off its hinges for the billionth time. Brookes grabs Simpson by the shirt and slams him against the wall.
Roderick Brookes:WHAT'D YOU F*CKING THINK I WOULDN'T FIND OUT?
For once, Simpson looks intimidated
James Simpson: F-Find out what? I haven't kept anything from you Roddy. You know I wouldn't. We've known each other for too long for that.
Roderick Brookes: Oh don't give me that "we've been friends for so long" bullsh*t! You're nothing but a f*cking backstabbing, self-involved, selfish, worthless, son of a bitch, and you know it.
James Simpson: Roderick. You knew I had to do that f-
Roderick Brookes: James. I wish you would shut up. Just once. You think you can push me around to get your buddies over. You think you can just have me lay down and take it in the ass when you need someone to look good to get your ratings up? And now what. You're going to bury me again? You think just because I've wanted to work with Darius for so long that throwing this whole thing into my lap'll keep me from getting that f*cking belt? That belt doesn't mean sh*t the way you book things here. Van Leer wins it, and then what? He holds it until the company DIES? I thought that was my gimmick.
James Simpson: Roderick. Don't do this. You'll get your shot when you ear-
Roderick Brookes:WHEN I F*CKING EARN IT? I ALREADY F*CKING EARNED IT. I put up with Linden. I put up with Van Leer. I put up with every sh*tty match you had me carry someone through. I f*cking earned my shot. Then you decide you'll stop me for the benefit of one of your friends?
James Simpson: Roddy we'll put you in a spot in the tournament. Darius can wait. You'll have a ch-
Roderick Brookes: A chance? You had your chance. I gave you plenty, James. Consider this your notice. I'm f*cking done with you. I'm done with this company. And i'm done with this industry.
Brookes sneers at Simpson and spits in his face, before flooring him with a very stiff european uppercut! The last move Brookes will ever do on PWW television, and Simpson caught it directly in the teeth. Ironic.
Main Event:
Lance Van Leer © versus AJ Cross
Exhibition: Singles; PWW World Heavyweight Title
The World Heavyweight Champion goes into this match with many advantages, but one that he doesn’t have on his side is the reaction of the crowd, as they give AJ Cross the biggest pop of the night while he walks to the ring in his hometown of Richmond, Virginia. Cross starts things off like a bullet, going right after Van Leer. He nails LVL with repeated chops and punches before connecting with a dropkick. LVL rolls out of the ring, but AJ is relentless, chasing the World Champ around the ring. LVL slides inside and kicks Cross in the face as he tries to get in. Van Leer connects with a snap suplex and then starts choking the challenger as the crowd boos. Van Leer plays to the crowd, letting Cross get some rest. LVL turns around and gets dropped with a superkick! One, two, NO! Cross almost stole one within the first few minutes of the match!
AJ stays on the offensive, but as he’s pounding LVL in the corner, doing ten punches to the delight of the crowd, LVL thumbs him in the eye and then powerbombs him off the ropes. Van Leer makes a cover, getting two. Van Leer makes a second cover, this time putting his feet on the ropes, but the ref catches it and tells him to cut it out. LVL applies a sleeper, trying to wear Cross down, but AJ battles back. It’s still early in the contest, and AJ has some gas left in the tank. He counters LVL’s hold with a back suplex and gets another two count. Cross climbs to the top rope as Van Leer gets up and connects with a high crossbody! LVL kicks out at two. AJ charges Van Leer this time, trying to take him down with a lariat, but LVL swiftly counters with a tiltawhirl backbreaker, driving AJ’s back across his knee. Van Leer grabs AJ’s legs and applies the No Leaf Clover! AJ’s back is in a world of pain as he tries to crawl to the ropes, but Van Leer brings him back to the middle of the ring and sits on him.
It looks like it’s all over for Cross, but the fans chant his name, and he slowly inches his way back to the ropes and grabs hold, forcing LVL off. Van Leer raises his arms, thinking he has won, but the referee tells him otherwise. This momentary distraction allows Cross to roll LVL up from behind with a schoolboy, but the World Champ kicks out before three, just in the nick of time. Cross gets caught with a knee to the gut and a snap DDT that brings his momentum to a screeching halt. Van Leer crouches in the corner, preparing the Van Leer Spear, and really making the crowd mad as he taunts Cross. Scarlett, who is at the commentary table, cheers her man on. LVL charges, but Cross counters with an enzuigiri! LVL falls back, holding his head. Cross digs down deep and makes the cover, but it just isn’t enough.
AJ pounds the mat and gets to his feet. He motions for LVL to get to his as well and attempts the Cross Cutter, but Van Leer shoves AJ into the ropes and nails the Van Leer Spear! A momentary delay from LVL due to his dazed state may have cost him the pin there, as AJ just barely gets his foot on the lower rope before three. LVL tries to pull Cross to his feet, but he blocks it and attempts the Cross Cutter. He almost nailed it, but LVL shoves Cross into the corner turnbuckles. He grabs AJ from behind and tries the German suplex. AJ blocks that with some back elbows and then goes behind with his own waistlock. German Suplex on LVL! He grabs Van Leer and attempts a Brainbuster, but LVL blocks it with a few punches to the stomach and places Cross on the top rope.
A palm strike stuns Cross as LVL climbs to the top and sets up a big superplex. AJ blocks it, however, using fists to the stomach of his own and throws LVL off. AJ brings his feet onto the middle ropes and stands as LVL, stunned, gets to his feet. Van Leer dropkicks Cross, causing him to almost fall off the middle rope, but he catches himself. LVL tries to climb up again, but Cross rakes his eyes and grabs him into a cravate… CROSS CUTTER NUMERO DOS~! AJ nails his new finisher on Lance Van Leer! He hooks the leg… one, two, three! HOLY SH*T!
Winner and NEW Pro Wrestling Warriors World Heavyweight Champion: AJ Cross via Pinfall at 16:20
The fans are going crazy, but Scarlett gets up irate. She points out that LVL’s foot was clearly on the bottom rope, but the referee somehow missed it. AJ raises his arms in the air with the World Title, celebrating as he kisses the big gold belt and wraps it around his waist. The referee sees the foot was on the ropes, but Cross is long gone, as he runs out of the ring and jumps in the crowd, who body surfs the new PWW World Champion around the arena… Yippee skippy.
OOC: Yeah, these took way longer than they should’ve. I can list my excuses or whatever, but it’s pointless.
Faust made me post his stupid leaving promo instead of just quitting, so all the credit goes to him.
Expect a promo really soon about the World Title situation. Either late tonight after I get off work, or very early tomorrow morning.