The show begins backstage to the office of Brittany Page backstage in the Royal Arena. She looks to be browsing documents on a laptop on her desk. Suddenly without warning the door bursts open and a small technician walks in, glancing at the assistant to the boss slowly as he waits. Eventually, she looks up, studying him slowly.
Page: Good Evening. Can I, ugh, help you?
Technician: Yeah.ma’am..ugh. Security spotted Lucas Hawthorne backstage, I figured I would ugh..
Page looks up at the stuttering technician, a look of disgust on her face. She waits for a moment, allowing the tension to build. She eventually lets out a sigh, shaking her head towards the technician.
Page: I will handle it in due course. Thank you,Paul.
***PYRO***
***PYRO***
***PYRO***
The pyro explodes and engulfs the stage as the fans in the Taco Bell Arena let out a huge roar to welcome PWC to town. The cameras pan across the arena sweeping across the cheering fans before settling in on Stan Chambers and the lovely Sondra Rowe. PWC's lead announcer Chambers greets the television audience.
Stan Chambers: Welcome to PWC! We are live tonight from the wonderful city of Copenhagen! Tonight we have a great show in store for the thousands of screaming fans here, as well as around the world!
Sondra Rowe: I am so excited to be here. The fans are too, listen to that noise!
CROWD IS LOUD AND ROWDY
Chambers: We don’t want to keep the fans waiting, let’s get straight to the action.
***Still Fly***
The lights fade to almost complete darkness, before flickering a bit. As they flicker, the guitar to "Still Fly" can be heard, as Mike Hranica's voice echoes throughout the arena.
The lights slowly fade up, as Warner is seen standing on the stage. He has his trademark cocky grin on his face, as the crowd jeers him. He slowly walks down the ramp, ignoring the sounds coming from everyone.
As he reaches the ring, he waits a second before sliding into the ring. He stands in the center for a moment, as he gazes out into the crowd.
As the music fades, he walks over to the corner, sitting down. He glances once more at the ref, before waiting for the bell to ring.
Ivory stands in the ring, bouncing on the balls of his feet ready for his opponent.
***I'm Telling you***
The lights go up and phone's across the arena light up awaiting the arrival of the former television champion.
A few moments pass and Remy Dieu is yet to emerge, suddenly the shot pans back to the ring where Remy stands behind Ivory with his lantern lighting up his face. He blows it out, the lights come up and Ivory, realizing what's going on turns around into a huge right uppercut.
Ivory stumbles and falls backwards into the corner. Remy tosses his straw hat as the referee checks Ivory is good to start the match. He sits in the corner holding his jaw as the self proclaimed healer stares on with a sinister grin.
This only angers his opponent who gives his head a shake, drags himself up by the top ropes and once he's to his feet gives the referee a nod to start the match.
Match One |Remy Dieu vs Ivory
Immediately Dieu charges at Ivory who is crushed between the turnbuckle and his foe. He collapses back down to a seated position in the corner all the while Remy is staring out at the crowd and laughing.
The boos rain down on him. The fans don't take kindly to either man particularly but they do not like the way Remy is conducting business tonight.
Ivory gets up again and marches towards his opponent but he is hoisted above his head and dropped with a gorilla press slam.
As he writhes on the mat in pain Remy rushes to the ropes and comes back at Ivory landing a high impact running senton.
Absolutely winded, Ivory is curled into a ball coughing as Remy sits beside him admiring the pain he is in.
The cult leader lifts up Ivory and picks him into a seated position on his shoulders before nailing an electric chair facebuster.
He rolls him over and makes the cover...
1...
2...
Remy lifts Ivory off the canvass by his hair refusing to end the match yet. He stays in this position for a while to soak up the fan's hatred.
He gets to his feet and drags Ivory up with him before leaning him backwards across his knee. He sits for a moment, milking every last second before striking a huge blow to the face, a move he likes to call the Soul Eater.
He makes the cover again.
1...
2...
AGAIN Remy refuses to show mercy and lifts him off the mat. The crowd's boos are now deafening. That's a human being going through some real torture.
Suddenly, Remy applies the Healing Touch, his version of the claw submission hold! Instantly the referee calls for the bell as Ivory's body is totally motionless.
Winner: Remy Dieu via Submission
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***I'm telling you**
Becca McKay is walking backstage with Axl walking behind her, as she walks she bumps into someone and stumbles backwards into Axl, who helps her stay on her feet. As Becca looks up she realizes who she bumped into.
Becca: Hey why don't you watch where you're going? I know it's tough with those big ugly feet of yours, but you could at least try.
Morgan: Oh, Becca. It is good to see you. Your hair looks so clean today, did you finally wash it?
Becca: Oh sorry Morgan, I didn't realize it was you. I am not used to seeing you with all your clothes on.
Becca brushes herself off as she rolls her eyes, as does Morgan who's glaring at her.
Morgan: You know you sure have a big ego for a one hit wonder. But maybe your ego will shrink after your boy toy gets his ass kicked tonight.
Morgan smirks as Becca and Axl look at each other, then chuckle at the same time.
Becca: That's funny, because I'm confident Austin is going to destroy Jensen tonight and take that precious TV Title. And then he's going to take all the hollywood fame that was rightfully his to begin with if Clement and the rest of this company wasn't always working against him.
Morgan now chuckles herself while Becca smirks.
Morgan: I guess we'll see just how wrong you are after Jensen retains tonight and proves that Austin Angel is nothing but a major choke artist who will never win championship gold.
Morgan now brushes past Becca rudely, feeling smug after getting the last word as Becca turns around and tries to chase after her, but Axl holds her back causing her to let out a scream in anger.
Axl: Don't worry, you'll get the last laugh when Austin gets the title.
Becca slowly nods as she takes a deep breath and storms off towards Angel's locker room while Axl walks behind as the camera cuts away.
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We return to ringside as Ivory is slowly making his way the back no doubt embarrassed by this performance when out of no where he is bulldozed on the ramp by a returning Remy who is clearly not finished yet.
Ivory begins to slowly crawl up the ramp clearly in agony but had refused medical attention. As he crawls Remy follows him
As he gets to the top of the ramp Remy begins to rain down punches to his face as he kneels over the defenceless Ivory.
Dieu once again applies the Healing Touch as security and medical staff rush out from the back to put a stop to this and offer help.
Remy holds up his hands, begins to walk away and Ivory is brought to his feet by 2 medical professionals.
Out of nowhere Remy leaps through the wall of security, grabs Ivory again and launches him from the stage all the way down onto the concrete. His body bounces off the floor with a sickening thud. Blood begins to pour out from a wound at the back of his head. Ivory is no doubt concussed right now.
"Holy Shit! Holy Shit" is now being chanted by the fans.
Remy looks on and laughs at the broken man. He falls to his knees and looks to the sky with the evil grin never leaving his face
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A video appears on the titantron...
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***The Pines***
The crowd erupt as Jensen bursts out from behind the curtain, his arms extended to the crowd in some form of embrace. He quickly makes his way down to the ring, stopping only to clap hands with the fans who are eagerly stretching out to the Television Champion, hoping he catches them on his way past.
Chambers: If anything summed up Jensen as a Champion in the PWC it's what he has done tonight, Sondra. Despite the unwritten rule which states that the Champion should be the man to enter the ring last, Jensen has decided to forgo that and allow Austin Angel some extra time to calm any last nerves and make sure he's fighting fit.
Rowe: Oh come on, Stan. It's more likely that Jensen realises he's about to go face to face with the biggest brand that this company has to offer, and wants the opportunity to watch Austin Angel's entrance from one of the best seats in the house.
Chambers: Surely you can't honestly believe that Jensen would care about something like that during a match with as high a stake as this one.
Rowe: I can, I do and I will until Jensen actually manages to reach the level that Mr. Angel has.
The commentators quiet down as the lights dim in the arena. A burst of light comes from the middle of the ring, flashing through numerous colours, lighting up Jensen as he raises the Television title above his head.
***Kingdom***
The crowd boos as the hue of the lights turn purple and Austin Angel walks out onto the stage accompanied by his bouncer, Axl, his band and the always lovely Becca, who is staring down at Jensen with a smug look on her face.
Angel pulls his hood down slowly, his face gradually coming into view. He grins cockily out at the crowd, who are continuing to boo him heartily. He turns to Becca and the two share a kiss before making their way to the ring hand in hand. Their entourage quickly follow behind, and all six ignore the rare hand that dares reach out to them.
Rowe: The man you're watching right now is a Champion, people. Ignore the boos for a moment and really look at Austin and Becca and honestly try to convince yourself that these two aren't the future of the PWC.
Chambers: I'll admit that it is hard to deny the sheer presence that these two have. Austin Angel a veteran of the PWC and the lovely Becca who just exudes star quality. My only problem with the two has been their attitudes since Austin's return.
Rowe: A star like Austin Angel deserves the world, but men like Ernesto Clement refuse to get with the times and accept that we have our new star. Thank goodness for Miss Page!
Chambers: I just don't think it sets a good example if our supposed future refuse to budge on negotiations. Mr. Clement was correct to try and have the two party's compromise on their demands.
Rowe: Nonsense. Austin Angel alone was worth the demands. With Becca standing by his side, we're looking at a value that greatly exceeds this company's current worth. The fact that they agreed to return at all is a boon we should all be grateful for.
Chambers gives an exasperated grunt and stares gloomily at the ring which Becca has just begun to leave, taking Angel's jacket and sunglasses with her.
Roger Hains steps between the two competitors as Emma Mason stands up by the timekeeper's area and raises a microphone to her mouth.
Mason: This match is scheduled for ONE FALL!
The crowd yells ONE FALL back at her.
Mason: Introducing the challenger! Coming to you from The City of Angels. He stands six feet tall and weighed in tonight at two hundred and ten pounds. Ladies and gentleman, Austin AAAAAANNNNGEEEEEEEEEEEEELLL!
Angel takes a step towards Jensen and draws his hands across his waist, signaling what he is here for tonight.
Mason:And the CHAMPION! Hailing from Portland, Oregon, he stands at six foot two and weighed in tonight at two hundred and seventeen pounds! Ladies and gentlemen, your Television Champion, JEEEEENSEEEEN!
Jensen takes a step towards Angel and raises the TV title above his head. Angel's eyes follow it up.
Match Two| TV Title Match: Jensen(C) vs Austin Angel
Hains takes the belt from Jensen and raises it for the crowd before handing it to the waiting Emma Mason, who takes it to the timekeepers area.
A moment passes and the two men continue to glare at one another from across the ring before Hains calls for the bell, and the crowd urge both men to collide.
They do so and both men charge across the ring and quickly trade punches, each clubbing their opponent in the jaw, daring the other to be the first to give up ground. Angel is the one to give up, ducking under one of Jensen's hammerpunches and driving his knee straight into his opponent's ribs, drawing a wheeze from the Champion as air rapidly leaves his lungs.
Angel is quick to capitalise, hitting a quick elbow to the jaw and then following it up with another knee to the ribs for good measure. Jensen staggers back towards his corner, trying to recover in the limited time that Angel allows him, as he drives forward, urged on by the gleeful yelling coming from his corner.
Angel pushes Jensen's back into the corner and hits a quick jab to the face, keeping his opponent on the defensive, before whipping him across the ring into Angel's corner. Angel sprints across the ring and swings his elbow at Jensen's face, only to find air as the Champion dives to the side, avoiding any damage. Sensing the tides are turning, Becca screams for her partner to move, but Jensen is too quick and he grabs Angel by the arm and shoulder and drags him back into the middle of the ring.
Jensen hits several knees to the gut of Angel before dropping him with a quick single arm DDT, earning himself a moment to recover from Angel's assault and the fan's applause.
Having taking the time to recover, Jensen rises to his feet just before Angel does, and hits a clubbing blow to the back of the Challenger, managing to retain his control. He whips Angel into the ropes by the Angel Entourage, but the Los Angelean slides under the ropes. As he does, Axl jumps up onto the apron, and stares down Jensen, daring him to follow. Jensen gladly obliges, having started his run up the second Angel slid under the ropes. He smashes Axl with a powerful dropkick, sending him flying back into the Band, which leaves them all sprawled out on the floor.
Not wasting a second, Jensen slides out after Angel and drags him back into the ring, ignoring the shrieks of Becca, who is trying to rouse Angel's fallen compatriots.
With Angel set up on the ground, Jensen hops up onto the ropes, pauses for a second, allowing Angel to rise to his feet before taking him right back down again with a beautifully executed diving cross body, which follows with a quick pin attempt.
One! Kickout!
Angel throws up his shoulder, pushing Jensen away and begins to roll towards the apron, but he's grabbed by Jensen once again, who drags him back to the center of the ring. The Portland native tries to lift Angel to his feet, but a sly thumb to the eye sends him staggering back. Hains reprimands Angel for the move, but it's clear that the warning has no effect as Angel quickly drops Jensen with a DDT of his own. A quick standing corkscrew moonsault from Angel gets some 'oohs' and 'ahhs' from the crowd, but they resume booing Austin when he shushes them.
Angel hits several knee stomps to Jensen, clearly looking to slow down the Champion, and then follows it up with an elbow drop, once again targeting Jensen's left knee.
The cocky star plants a foot on Jensen's chest and poses, calling for Hains to being counting.
One! Kickout!
It's Jensen's turn to throw up his shoulder, and Angel responds with another stomp to the knee before dragging him back up to his feet. Angel points out to Becca, who blows him a kiss, and then hits an exploding suplex, throwing Jensen over his head, straight into the bottom turnbuckle!
Angel drags him back to his feet, not wasting a second. Angel drags Jensen in for a suplex, but no, HE'S GOING FOR 'HAIL TO THE KING!' Jensen still has enough about him to struggle in Angel's arms, not allowing the challenger to his title enough grip to get his finisher off!
Angel, spotting that the move might be a lost cause attempts to hit Jensen with a knee to the gut, but the Champ pushes the knee to the side, breaking the two apart and as Angel tries to rush him, he nails the Challenger with a beautiful falling overhead kick!
One! Two! Kickout!
Jensen plays to the crowd for a moment, getting them clapping along with him as he rises back up to his feet.
Kick! Jensen smashes Angel in the stomach.
Kick! Angel's legs are taken out from under him.
Dropkick! Angel rises to his knees only to be sent tumbling backwards. He rises to his feet and charges forward only to be met with a SLINGBLA-NO!! Angel throws Jensen off!
SMASH HIT! Jensen comes charging back, but eats a brutal boot to the jaw as Austin catches the Champ with a picture perfect Superkick.
One! Two!! THR..KICKOUT!
The Champ throws his shoulder up just before Roger Hains' hand smacks the mat, and the crowd erupt, chanting 'Lets go, Jensen!'
Angel tears after Hains and gets in his face, demanding that he counts 'fairly', demonstrating what he considers to be a fair count. Over in Angel's corner, Becca and a still groggy Axl are also shouting at Hains.
Angel turns to Jensen, rage in his eyes and picks him up once again. Once again he draws his hands across his waist, and then lifts Jensen up for Hail to the Ki... No! Jensen breaks out once again! Angel rushes tow...ELBOW FROM JENSEN! CENSORED COLOURS! JENSEN LIFTS ANGEL INTO THE AIR AND HITS A BRUTAL REVERSE BLOODY SUNDAY, BRINGING ANGEL CRASHING BACK DOWN.
Both men are down, neither moving on the mat as Angel's corner scream for him to get up, and the fans scream for Jensen to go for the pin.
Hains checks both men before raising his hand in the air.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Jensen begins a laboured crawl towards Angel, who still hasn't moved.
FIVE!
Jensen drapes his arm over Angel and Hains drops his hands, and dives down to count the pinfall.
ONE! TWO! THR-KICKOUT!!!
Angel throws his shoulder up, and his corner and the fans erupt. There's no more sides taken as both Angel and Jensen have clearly won over the fans with this match, and they just this to go as long as it possibly can!
Jensen is the first to his feet, stepping gingerly on his weakened left leg following the earlier abuse Angel gave it.
Angel follows soon after, staggering towards his corner in an attempt to put distance between the two.
With his leg now stable, Jensen powers across the ring, smashing Angel with a brutal dropkick, smashing him back first into the turnbuckle. As Angel staggers forward, Jensen bounces off the ropes behind him, setting up a Slingblade, but no! Becca climbs up onto the apron offering support to Austin, but Jensen collides with her, sending her sprawling down onto the mat outside. She screams in pain, causing Jensen to spin round and look down at her as the Band rush over to her.
In the ring, Angel grabs Hains and turns him just as Axl catches Jensen with a punch to the jaw. Jensen staggers back, stunned and turns straight into a second Smash Hit from Angel! He immediately follows it up by getting Jensen in position AND HITS HAIL TO THE KING! THIS TIME HE HITS THE SMALL PACKAGE DRIVER, AND JENSEN IS SURELY OUT!
ONE! TWO! THREE!!!
Becca immediately springs to her feet, gets into the rings and jumps into Austin Angel's arms just as the crowd erupt in boos. They can't believe that this match ended like it did. They feel like they've been robbed of a classic. The camera cuts quickly to Morgan LaClaire, who is backstage watching on a tv screen. She is visibly shaking her head at the result.
Winner: Austin Angel
Mason: The winner and your NEW TELEVISION CHAMPION! AUSTIN ANGEL!
Chambers: I can't believe it. That low life just stole Jensen's title from him!
Rowe: Austin stole nothing, Stan! This is little more than being a sore loser! Austin and Becca have taken this company by storm, and now they're beginning to get their rightful rewards. Ooooh, I hope this is just the first of many title reigns for Austin!!
In the ring Hains has handed Angel the Television Title, which is now being raised high over head as Axl has lifted Angel up onto his shoulders. Becca and the Band are beaming up at him, all clapping, but the sound is drowned out by the torrent of boos they're receiving.
Rowe: I'm sorry folks, but it seems like we need to go to commercial right now. We'll be sure to have the full Austin Angel celebration online for his true fans to see.
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The camera’s return backstage after the ad break to capture the australian athlete walking through a corridor. Around him technicians and other backstage crew pay little attention to him. After a few moments, one crew member turns around and nods to Lucas, who nods back. The camera zooms in the face of the crew member and Lucas obviously realises who it is a few moments later.
Hawthorne: Jimmy..right? I saved you from Masterson?
Jimmy: That’ll be me sir.
Hawthorne: Drop the sir, alright. How are you?
Jimmy: I’m alright. What about you? Why are you here? You’re not meant to be in th..
Before Jimmy can finish talking two security guards step up behind Lucas, grabbing him with force. The smaller Australian begins to resist but he can’t overcome the strength of Page’s guards. They shove him against the wall, holding him restrained for a few moments before the larger of the two begins talking.
Security guard: On the orders of Miss Page, we are to remove you from this building and remind you that you are not supposed to be here.
Slowly, the sound of heels rings down the corridor as Brittany Page herself walks up to the scene taking place backstage. She frowns as Lucas turns his head to look at her. Lucas raises an eyebrow as Page begins to speak.
Page: Now then. Mr Hawthorne. Your stunt last week caused this company a large PR scandal, we’re having to talk with Masterson’s lawyers right now to stop his guard from suing us.
Hawthorne: I never wanted to cause a storm or a scandal or anything! You set the match up!
Page: And you accepted it Mr Hawthorne. Therefore anything that happens to this company blows back on you and your friend Mr Williams.
Hawthorne: Leave Barney out of thi..
Page: Now, if you don’t mind. I suggest you get out of this building. We still have a show to put on, pay-per-view events to prepare for. Some of us have actual work to do. Which reminds me.
Page casts her eyes to Jimmy. The smaller crew member looks up towards his boss with a look of fear in his eyes.
Page: Do you not have work to do Jimmy?
Jimmy: Yes ma’am. I have..
Hawthorne: Leave Jimmy out of this Miss Page..please..
Page: Ah, Jimmy. You have a friend, a supporter.
Jimmy: Ma’am, I’ll ugh, go and work..
Page: I don’t think so Jimmy. I think you helped Mr Hawthorne enter this building. Therefore you can join him in leaving. Security.
Jimmy: I..I don’t understand?
Hawthorne: Don’t do this Miss Page, please.
Page: Quiet please Mr Hawthorne. Jimmy, I’ll make this simple for you. You’re fired. Now, security. If you wouldn’t mind getting these pair out of my building. We have a show to put on.
Two more security guards step from the shadows taking a hold of Jimmy. The camera’s begin to pan away as both Jimmy and Lucas start getting dragged down the corridor and obviously towards the exit of the building.
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***War Machine***
Donald Hammerpunch bursts out onto the stage from behind the curtain as the show returns. With a bow staff spinning in his hands, the fomer world champion's martial arts prowess is on full display
The Copenhagen crowd erupt at the sight of the former PWC World Heavyweight Champion who bows in appreciation of their reaction and makes his way down to the ring.
Emma Mason: The following match is scheduled for ONE FALL! Introducing first, coming to you from The Dragon's Lair. Donald HAMMERPUNCH!!
The crowd continue to cheer The World's Most Dangerous Man, who responds with little more than a nod, his attention focused entirely on the stage.
***Iron***
The crowd are in full voice here as they boo Bianchi, who walks out on to the stage, an arrogant look on his face. Instead of his usual march down to the ring, Bianchi takes his time, lapping up the crowd's disapproval.
Emma Mason: And his opponent, hailing from Brescia, Italy. Jacob BIANCHI!!
The second half of Bianchi's name is drowned out by the crowd's boos.
Sondra Rowe: Hearing a reaction like this is a little upsetting, Stan. Despite his inexperience in this business, Jacob Bianchi has proven to be a fantastic addition to the PWC's roster.
Stan Chambers: I think they're booing him due to his actions of late. He seems to have been holding a knife over poor Ernesto Clement's head recently, and if that wasn't enough, he robbed the entire PWC Universe of a classic match with Dr. Nero due to his cowardice.
Sondra Rowe: It's not cowardice to take an advantage presented to you, Stan. I'd say Jacob took the harder road as he knew his actions would recieve backlash.
Stan Chambers: Perhaps he shouldn't have done it then.
Sondra Rowe: Perharps Da Vinci should have never bothered to paint the Mona Lisa. Perhaps Newton should have never sat under that tree. Men of Bianchi's standard often have to take steps to ensure that the world keeps pressing forward.
Stan Chambers: You cannot be serious.
Sondra Rowe: I am deadly serious. Now stop talking and get prepared to call this match as best you can.
Match Three| Hammerpunch vs Bianchi
Gil Artman points towards the bellman and as soon as the bell is rung to start the bout, Hammerpunch steams across the ring and throws his monstrous Bicycle Kick, the 'Lights Out'. Bianchi reacts immediately though and slides to his left, leaving Hammerpunch to kick nothing but air. The Italian born star follows that dodge up by grabbing Donald from behind and throwing the former Champion over his head with a Belly to Belly Suplex.
Not giving Hammerpunch a second, Bianchi drags him to his feet and hits a scoop slam...and again...and again...and again! With every impact the air is driven from Hammerpunch's lungs and by the sixth slam, the Kansas City native is struggling to suck in any oxygen that he can.
Bianchi slams Hammerpunch down once more, but this time ignores him, instead choosing to roar down at one of the nearby cameras.
'HOW MANY MORE ARE YOU GOING TO SACRIFICE, CLEMENT? HOW MANY MORE OF YOUR CHAMPIONS WILL FALL BEFORE THE TRUTH COMES OUT!?'
Bianchi turns back to the fallen Hammerpunch and drags him back to his feet. He lifts the stunned Kansas City native up and drops him back down on his neck. A.W.O.L!!
The crowd are stunned as Bianchi begins to pin the prone Hammerpunch.
One...
Two...
Thre...NO! Bianchi lifts Hammerpunch's shoulder.
He flashes a quick glance at the camera before dragging his limp foe to his feet. From there, he lifts Hammerpunch up and places him on his shoulder, back first.
LOST IN TRANSMISSION!
The crowd groans in pity as Hammerpunch comes crashing down, once again landing neck first on the mat. Bianchi plants his hands in the middle of Hammerpunch's chest and Artman begins his count once more.
One...
Two...
Three!
***Iron***
Emma Mason: Your winner, Jacob Bianchi!
The crowd boo mercilessly, clearly disgusted by the display Bianchi just put on. At the announcers desk, both Stan Chambers and Sondra Rowe look on with obvious concern on their faces.
***Damn it to Hell***
Boos echo throughout the crowd as a beaming Remy Dieu walks down from the stage, his eyes solely fixed on the prone Donald Hammerpunch. He rolls into the ring, which is still filled by everyone involved in the match barring Gil Artman, who has backed out, and is trying to usher the medical team around in as fast as they can.
Stan Chambers: No no no. This is too much now. Hammerpunch has been beaten soundly. There's no need for this.
Bianchi and Dieu, the only two men standing stare at each other from across the ring, an elated look in Dieu's eyes and a disinterested one in Bianchi's.
Stan Chambers: Please stop this, Jacob.
Bianchi takes one last look at Hammerpunch before vacating the ring, not bothering to look back as Dieu descends on his still prone victim.
Dieu drops several clubbing blows to the forehead of Hammerpunch, who meekly tries to defend himself. Dieu takes one last brutal shot before picking Hammerpunch up like a child and placing him up on his shoulders.
The martial arts master hangs limp, sagging forward above the towering Dieu, who lifts Hammerpunch up and brings him back down to earth, face first, with a brutal Fall from Grace.
Dieu plants his foot on Hammerpunch's back and raises his hands out to his side with a euphoric look on his face.
Stan Chambers: I... I don't even know what to say here ladies and gentlemen. I think we need to cut to commercials to give everyone here time to recover from the atrocious actions of both Jacob Bianchi and Remy Dieu.
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Floorboards creak and give way to the weight of something,
perhaps a foot step?
Or perhaps it was only the wind that was causing this old wood to scream out.
There was pain in its cry, as well as pain all over the environment.
A red tie lies on floor, but perhaps it was white...once.
A ivory shirt drifted further down...a bridge of clothes leading to something.
A bottle? Amber as the liquid inside…
A bed? As nice as your imagination can fathom.
A man on the edge of the bed...or sanity.
Malice in his eyes as dark as his stubble. Hands come together and head goes down, almost as if he were a good Christian boy.
Speaking to no one in particular…
“Ask for forgiveness...and your savior comes.”
The feed cuts.
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Chambers: Now it’s time for our main event. A huge matchup between these two titans! Thorn Junior taking on King Crowley which may just turn into a pier 6 brawl!
Sondra Rowe: This match is a pressure cooker already, but the most combustible element very well could be the special guest referee!
Mason: The next match is scheduled for one fall and is tonight’s main event of the evening!
***Sabotage***
The fans come alive as they await the best wrestler in the world today, who has yet to be Champion. Tommy Thorn walks on stage he points to the sky with his smug face and calls for the spotlight. The arena darkens and as the spotlight appears a bulked up shadow appears! The fans explode as the Beastie Boys scream their anthem and the hooded Bruce Thorn Junior strolls down the ramp. His eyes hidden by the hood, but his mouth tell the story. He is laser focused and ready to do battle with the top dog in the industry. Tommy walks behind his student amping the crowd telling them to ‘get on their feet and pay homage to best in the world’.
Mason: Introducing first, weighing in at 245 pounds – Bruce Thooooooooooooooooorn JUUUUN-YOR!
Bruce sails through the ropes and kneels down raising both arms and pointing toward the sky. Uncle Tommy stands on the ring apron and applauds and demands the fans do the same. The sold out arena doesn’t need too much convincing as they stand behind Thorn. Thorn spins on his heels he walks slowly towards the ropes facing the entrance stage.
His theme music fades away and almost in sync he pulls down his hood, his eyes stare like daggers awaiting his opponent.
***Domination***
The heavy metal guitar riff punches into the chests of everyone in the arena as it signals the arrival of “The King”. The arena is covered in darkness, as the usual frightening images appear on the 3 storey high video screens. Smoke pours out of the entrance ramp grates and as the mist clears and the tempo kicks in, The Lord OF Destruction materializes! A group of his minions follow him down the ramp, walking as if they are being filmed with stop-motion cameras. Children turn to their parents as the red glow of the lights fill his path.
Mason: His opponent, weighing in at 220 pounds, he is the Heavyweight Champion of the World – Croooooooooooooooowleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!!!!
The fans boo this man like no other. Instead of a World title belt, he wears a Crown on his head. He unfastens his black velvet cape and throws it to the floor. Thorn and Crowley don’t take their eyes off of each other. His zombie like minions remove the crown from “The King’s” head as the Champion orders the referee to get his opponent back.
Thorn bounces on his heels and steps back just enough and then puts his hand and motions Crowley to bring it on! Crowley smirks to himself as one of his minions leaps up on the apron and sits on the rope for his Champion to walk through. Crowley stands tall as he stands across Thorn.
Chambers: The electricity in this building is incredible. Look at these two ready to tear the other apart.
Mason: And…. Your special guest referee…..
***Tyrants***
The fans go crazy!
Chambers: Woooooooooooah!!! Well it’s Crowley nemesis here in PWC…
Mason: Shadoooooooooooooooooooow!!!!!
Crowley spins on his heels and is not impressed! He scrunches up his face. Thorn on the other hand lets out a little smirk. A top the ramp walks out the man from the dark side. He has a big smile on his face and waves to Crowley. He points at the zebra stripes he’s wearing while he high fives the fans at ringside. He slides into the ring and walks over to Thorn and asks him to step back. It looks like they are having some sort of conversation here. Crowley is still steaming on the other side. Shadow checks Thorn’s wrist tape before going over to check Crowley.
He starts patting down the King’s legs, which Crowley pushes him away. Shadow points at his stripes again and tells him to comply. The crowd roar as Crowley keeps refusing and Shadow keeps vigorously trying to pat down the legs. More words are exchanged and finally Crowley puts his leg out.
Shadow very pleased with himself backs away and calls for the bell.
Main Event| Crowley vs. Bruce Thorn Jr. w/ Special Guest referee Shadow
Shadow tells them to lock-up and the two men circle each other. Thorn sprints in looking for a single-leg, but Crowley rolls out of the ring to thunderous boos. Crowley is not happy at all about the situation he is in. Shadow asks him to get in. Crowley paces. So Shadow looks to the fans and shrugs his shoulders… quick fire succession..1.2.3.4.5.6.7.8 – Crowley can’t believe how fast he is being counted out and dives into the ring!!!
BOOM! A huge stomp to the back and shoulders from the six foot five-inch mountain of muscle Thorn! He stomps again and again and again! Crowley rolls under the rope to escape…. So Shadow looks to count him again! The World’s Champion holding his shoulder has no choice but to dive back in and receive some more as the fans eat it up here tonight!
Thorn quickly grabs The King and brings him to his feet and whips him into the ropes. Crowley bounces off and is met with the best Drop Kick in the Business right on the chin! Thorn kips up and the fans go crazy! Thorn drops an elbow right into the devil’s heart! He then transitions quickly into a cover..
Shadow drops quickly and delivers one of the fastest counts in PWC history 1-2- Crowley gets his shoulder up….
Sondra Rowe: That is the fastest count I’ve ever seen. Crowley is being screwed!
Chambers: There’s no doubt that Shadow is making the rules here. But we haven’t seen his cadence with Thorn Jr yet, so we can’t really comment.
Sondra Rowe: Oh Come on Stan, you know this is all about Shadow’s hatred for Crowley. He’s jealous.
Thorn brings Crowley to his feet by his hair and unloads a methodical Euro uppercut. And another! Crowley’s head snaps back and lands with a thud in the corner. Thorn set him up and sprints to the other side of the ring. The fans are on their feet! Corner Splash!!!!! NO!!! Crowley moves and Thorn crashes and burns! Crowley then viciously kicks the legs out from the other big man from behind! Thorn spins in the air and goes ass over landing on his shoulder.
The fans jeer as Crowley leans on the ropes to collect himself. Thorn quickly tries to get to his feet but Crowley remains behind him and hits a chopblock behind the left knee! Thorn’s leg folds under him and he falls to the ground. Crowley now is control as he drags Thorn’s left leg and drapes it across the bottom rope.
Standing flip moonsault crashes down on the knee!!!! Thorn cries out in pain. Crowley then gets in Shadow’s face even licking his lips as if he was some sort of snake. Shadow tells him to not worry about him. The Champion is in control as we go to commercial.
***Commercial***
Chambers: We are back and Bruce Thorn is serious trouble after taking several minutes of non-stop punishment to his leg.
Sondra Rowe: The Champion knows how to chop down a tree.
Crowley looks for a figure four, but Thorn grabs the ropes. Shadow quickly counts to have Crowley break the hold. 1-2-3-4- Crowley quickly lets go… He laughs at Shadow and then gets in his face again. Shadow points to his stripes and Crowley spits on the shirt. The fans get riled up and Shadow can’t believe it as the Demon King laughs in his face. As a “what are you gonna do?!”, he turns his back on Shadow, who cocks his fist but as a referee thinks better of it.
Crowley pulls Thorn up only to eat a big forearm that brings the fans back to life! He hits another and another and another and sets himself to Irish whip the Champ, but his knee fails him and Crowley is able to break the grasp and hit the ropes and come back with a drop kick to Thorn’s injured knee!
Thorn drops again and Crowley nails a vicious Shining Wizard! Rolls him over for the cover…….
Shadow nonchalantly walks around into position looks down and then slowly drops to his knees. He lifts his hand but Thorn kicks out before even a one count. The fans laugh at the King. Crowley gets to his feet and grabs Shadow by the collar of his referee shirt. Shadow tells him to get his hands off him.
SCHOOLBOY ROLL-UP!!!!
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Kickout!
PUNT TO THORN’S HEAD!
Crowley gets back in Shadow’s face and orders him to count 1.2.3. Crowley grabs Thorn and body slams him in position for the Static-X. The champ points at Shadow and then at Thorn.
STATIC-X!
The pool is empty!
Thorn rolls out of the way and Crowley eats the mat! Thorn quickly hobbles to his feet and dragging Crowley up he hits a butterfly DDT! Cover!
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Kickout!!! Shadow counts as quick as he can but the Champ kicks out! Thorn then grabs his smaller opponent and drapes his legs across the second rope looking for another DDT. The fans are behind him and cheer him on. BOOM! The DDT connects and the fans go crazy as Thorn slaps at his knee to get the blood flowing. Thorn Jr. drags the World Champion to the middle of the ring and stes up the Uranage – The fans are with him as he calls for the end and looks for Thorn in Your Side… But Crowley hits elbow shots to the side of the head as he desperately tries to escape. Thorn let’s go and Crowley looks for a Dragon Screw Leg Whip to rip the knee in half, but Thorn counters with a step up head kick! The fans go crazy!
The staggering Crowley swings for the fences but Thorn ducks and lays in heavy shots one after the other and then hits a big time lariat that turns Crowley inside out! Crowley’s minions get up on the apron but Shadow superkicks them off! The place is coming unglued and Thorn sets himself.
Chambers: SPEAR! SPEAR! SPEAR!
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NO!
Crowley kicks out again as Thorn and Shadow can’t believe it.
Thorn roars and pulls Crowley to his feet – Thorn In Your Side – NO! Crowley counters into a FLATLINER!!!!!
The Champion then transitions into a Muta Lock! Crowley snarls at Shadow who can’t really do anything about this as if Thorn gives up, Shadow must call for the bell….
The fans are on their feet screaming “Please Don’t tap!”
Thorn’s head is being wrenched backwards but he refuses to give up. The pain seems to be unbearable… the injured knee is also locked in and it is being torn away… The submission is excruciating…
Shadow rolls out of the ring and starts fighting Crowley’s minions… Crowley can feel Thorn losing consciousness but there is no ref to check on him… Crowley releases the hold and slaps the mat is anger. He goes after Shadow and spins him around. The two get in a shouting match and they start pushing each other. Crowley is enraged and Shadow dares him to hit him and he’ll disqualify the champ and ruin his great unbeaten run.
Crowley rolls back into the ring looking to finish the job.
THORN IN YOUR SIDE!!!!!!
Shadow dives in and makes the count.
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But he does it slowly.
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To rub it in Crowley’s face.
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Winner: Bruce Thorn Junior
Ding! Ding! Ding! The fans explode! Shadow brings the hurt Thorn to his feet and raises his hand in victory
But the minions attack! Both men are knocked down and they are given the boots. One of the minions helps Crowley to his feet and he directs traffic. Two minions hold Shadow in a headlock so he can watch on. Thorn spits in Crowley’s face, but it’s all for naught. A minion hands the Lord of Destruction a chair and he brings it down on top of Thorn’s skull!! It busts the super athlete open and blood squirts over Crowley’s face. Shadow screams out “You sonavabitch!” but Thorn is dropped and he lies in a pool of his own blood. Crowley laughs in Shadow’s face before hitting Shadow with a punt kick knocking him out. lblue"]
King Crowley stands tall holding his chair high in the air, when one of his minions places his crown firmly on his head as the show fades to black….
...The show fades back in…
Jenny: Mr. Clement, sir. Your 6:30 has arrived, shall I send him in?
Inside his office Ernesto Clement sits up and smiles. Finally it was his turn to strike back.
Clement: Yes, please do. Thank you, Jenny.
The office door opens and in walks an unassuming man wearing a cheap black suit. If it wasn't for the fact that Clement was expecting him, he wouldn't have even looked twice at the man. He came to the conclusion that it probably helped as a Private Investigator.
He raises his hand and offers him the empty chair across from him which is quickly filled.
PI: So who am I looking into?
Clement: Jacob Bianchi. So far all I know is that he was born in Italy, but moved to Liverpool as a child.
PI: A former Lieutenant-Colonel in the Intelligence Corps, he left to begin training as a Wrestler and eventually joined your company.
Clement: Anything else?
PI: That was just the most cursory check, Mr. Clement. Once half of the payment has been received I'll begin a more in-depth search on the man. It'll be several weeks before we have anything more, but once we do, we'll let you know.
Clement: Thank you.
Clement places a thick envelope onto the desk which the PI places inside his suit jacket.
PI: I'll call once we're done with our search. Good day, Mr. Clement.
The PI gets to his feet and makes for the door, which opens, revealing Jacob Bianchi who is being trailed by an exasperated looking Jenny.
Jenny: I'm sorry, Mr. Clement, I couldn't stop him.
Bianchi: No worries, Jenny. I'm sure Clement is more than happy to see me.
Clement: It's fine, Jenny. Mr. Bianchi is always welcome in here.
Bianchi stifles a look of shock and glances towards the PI with a confused look on his face.
PI: Sorry I can't stick around, Jacob. Places to go, people to see. I'm sure you understand.
Bianchi nods, still looking confused about what just happened as the PI walks past him.
Clement: Do close the door behind you, Jacob. There's a bit of a draft getting in.
Bianchi's face flashes through several emotions before settling for an amused look as he closes the door behind him.
Bianchi: So is this the new trick? Just play everything off as if it's a joke that can be laughed away?
Clement clasps his hands together on top of the desk and beams up at his tormentor.
Clement: No, not at all, dear Jacob. I've just come to accept that our previous meetings have been a poor showing on each of us. What would people in this company think of us if we were constantly at one another's throats?
Bianchi: Who was your friend?
Clement almost looks disinterested at the question.
Clement: Oh him? Just another poor sod send to negotiate an advertising deal with the PWC. Something about ice cream with our stars faces on them. An interesting offer, but not one that I think we'll accept.
Bianchi: Uh huh...
Clement: So how can I help you, Jacob? I saw your match against Donald earlier. A daring performance, I must say, though I do wish you'd reign in some of your more violent tendencies. It has been getting difficult to replace the lost numbers as of late.
Bianchi: Never mind. It seems like you're stuck in some form of delusion where I don't have a loaded gun pointed straight at your head, so I'll let you live your little fantasy for a while longer.
Clement continues smiling, which clearly unsettles Bianchi who makes his way to the door.
Clement: Oh, Jacob dear? Be a lamb and close the door behind you.
Bianchi leaves, closing the door behind him just as Clement sinks back into his chair with a smile on his face. Bianchi may have a gun pointed at his head, but should things work out in Clement's favour, this playing field was about to be levelled in the most beautiful fashion yet.
The PWC's owner pours himself a glass of whiskey and gets comfortable as the cameras fade to black.
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